"'Ey, Offica'. How you like takin' orders from someone who sells TVs?"
"'Bout as much as i like taking them from the guy who steals 'em."
"Fuck, dude! I fuckin' love this movie!" 김재민 screams. "C41212105, don't you love it too?"
"Yeah, usually, but today I'm just not feeling it." He answers.
"Dude, you've gotta get over that whore! She was just a whore, that's all she was, a whore. Come on man, how long are you gonna mope around your house, pouting about that...that whore!?" 김재민 asked.
"김재민, she dumped me twenty minutes ago, I called you over here....wait....now that I think of it, I didn't even call you guys over here. Hey, where's the fat one at?"
" I dunno, probably taking a shit in your toilet." 김재민 said.
"Well, that's a step up, remember that whole month when he'd shit in my sink?" C41212105 asked.
"Yeah, and that time I shat in your sheets?" 김재민 asked.
"You what!?"
"Did I say me? I meant Ω! Yeah, and that time when....Ω!!!! Shat in your sheets? Remember that?"
"Damnit dude, can you just leave?" C41212105 asked as he stood to his feet.
"What!? But we haven't even seen Lemonjello yet!" Ω screamed. Then a voice from another room screamed.
"Lemonjello!!!???" It was Ω, then the sounds of a toilet flushing, water running, a door slamming, and loud foot steps running into the TV room could be heard. "Did I miss him?....Awww, its still....they just barely got into the mall! What the fuck!?"
"No, we have to leave, C41212105 here wants to be alone." 김재민 said as he started walking out of the room.
"To jack off or....oh, to cry and be a little bitch." Then Ω shook his head. "You're gonna need to get a plunger, I fucked that toilet with my dick sized shit."
"How big was it?" 김재민 asked.
"About as big as my dick."
"So that means it was as big as my dick too?" 김재민 asked with excitement.
"Yeah!" Ω screamed. Then they hugged and loved life a little bit more.
"Seriously you guys....you have to leave." C41212105 said. They didn't respond, they just swayed back and forth with eyes closed, in each other's arms. "Ben.....Frank, come on." In that moment both 김재민 and Ω glared at C41212105, they broke free from each other.
"Come on, 김재민, CARLOS here doesn't want the company of his freinds! Fuck you......dickshit." Ω said in a dry tone and then walked out of the room. Then C41212105 just sat back down on his couch and watched Dawn of the Dead.
"God, can you believe hat guy?" Ω asked 김재민 as they walked out of C41212105's front door. "What a piece of shit, who the fuck does that?"
"Calm down, let's go get boba!" 김재민 screamed and so they did.
VROOM!
VROOM!
VROOM!
[and so on....]
"Gee, I'm so glad I came up with this idea to get boba, I'm a fucking badass!" 김재민 said.
"Yeah, now I have to take your ass to your weak and lame lesson."
VROOM!
VROOM!
[more of that]
And so Ω dropped 김재민 off at some old asian lady's house and drove off deep into the night, off somewhere to a bar possibly, maybe to hook up with a girl with loose morals and a blood alcohol level higher than her IQ, maybe to take her to some remote location, maybe she'd give him a blow J, or posibly a B Job, maybe they'd have some hardcore sex in the front seat of his car, maybe it'd be because he only has a front seat, or maybe it'd be because that's just the way Ω liked it, maybe after they fucked she'd start throwing up, and maybe that'd be when Ω'd kick her ass out onto the street? or maybe he'd just go home and jerk off, no one will ever really know.
"Okay, class. Now its time for that silent reading portion of the period, so get your reading materials out, and no Mr. Bozonelos, you may not read the back of your eyelids." Said Ω's second period teacher.
"Fuck man!" Ω screamed and then pulled out an issue of Nintendo Power and began reading it.
"Ah, my dick! You got my dick you lil'...." Ω was getting a text and cut the sound before it got really bad, and luckily for him, the murmur of his classmates covered the sound of his text message.
"Dude i hate silent reading! T_T" It was 김재민. Ω laughed and texted back.
"Ya me 2! lolz lets txt eachother itl be funnn!!!!!!1"
"kk!"
"So what r we guna do bout C41212105?" Ω asked.
"dunno"
"lol me either!!!!!1"
"Hes sitting right by me. ^_^" 김재민 texted.
"Tell him i said hi."
"kk"
"Whatd he say?"
"He didnt say nething." 김재민 said.
"What a bitch."
"I kno."
"You guys should be reading." An unknown texter texted both of them, which now kind of made it a chat room.
"Who u b?" 김재민 asked.
"I'll give you a hint....."
"Ya?" Ω asked.
"Its [Jestro]." [Jestro] texted.
"Hmmmm....thats a tough 1." Ω said.
"Hey man wats up?" 김재민 asked.
"Bored as fuck in Computers. You?" [Jestro] said.
"Hmmmm, is it....C41212105?" Ω asked.
"Haha! Thats funny, im just here in english bored 2." 김재민 said.
"Nope, guess again. So you wanna see something cool, 김재민?" [Jestro] asked.
"Hmmmmm....is it? Siffy Steve?" Ω asked.
"Sure! I wanna c!" 김재민 texted.
Just then tall the TVs in all of the classrooms suddenly flickered on, the sound static began to rise from a lower whisper to a loud wall of sound. The white glow of the TVs slowly grew into a blinding white light. Then they cut out and a collage of different new broadcasts played in random order, accompanied by the sound of 'D.A.N.C.E. by Justice. The entire ordeal made quite a stir on campus, the trachers running around like frightened ants, the students dancing, and it as all because the video asked something along the lines of, "Where does the truth end and the lies begin?"
"That wuz pretty kool." 김재민 said to [Jestro] via text message.
"Thanks!!! ^^" [Jestro] said.
"Hhmmmmm....is it....Trace Face™?" Ω asked.
"Yes, upside down horse shoe, its me, its Trace Face™." [Jestro] said.
"Haha! I fuckin new it! Ω said.
"Man, that techno song totally sucked man!" Someone broke [Jestro] from his texting. "it should have been either a KillSwitch Engaged song, or something on the classical guitar, that totally captures the idea that rebellion is fun, and that we're above all the shit they try and blind fold us with."
"Who the fuck is this guy? And why is he critizing my work?" [Jestro] asked himself.
"If I had the technology to do something like tht, I'd make something just...just....killer, man!" The guy continued, his voice growing slowly in volume, until it seemed as though he were almost screaming. Finally [Jestro] lost it.
"WHAT THE FU.....!?" But he was cut off.
"Dude, put your phone away, the teacher's coming." It was Siffy Steve.
"Thanks man." [Jestro] slid the phone in his pocket. The teacher walked by.
"Ryan, what have I told you about those headphones?" He asked.
"The same thing all my teachers say. 'take those off!' And I tell all of you the same thing, I have an irrational phobia that the government is brainwashing everyone and that they're using all the speakers; in cars, stereos, televisons, and so forth, to achieve that." [Jestro] said.
"Oh, okay...well.....just don't let me catch you listening to music!" The teacher said and walked off.
"What an idiot." [jestro] said and then looked over to Siffy Steve. "Yo, who the hell's that new kid? He's a fuck."
"Oh, that's Testicleeze, he's part of The Guild."
"WHAT!!?? That fucker's part of OUR Guild?!" [Jestro] asked furiously.
"Well, I'm no longer in The Guild but, yes THAT Guild. He's actually one of the top assassins right now." Siffy Steve said.
"Oh, fuck this." [Jestro] pulled his phone out and texted Ω and 김재민.
"Yo, you guys want a bigger paycheck this month?"
"Ya."
"Sure, Trace Face™!"
"Kay, its on! Let's meet and talk more after school." [Jestro] said.
"So, do you know anything about this new kid, Kim Je Min?" Ω asked.
"I once saw him beat a guy with a starfish." 김재민 said.
"Thats ridiculous!"
"That guy was me!"
-Sir Jestro
Friday, January 23, 2009
Nightmare Stare Chapter Eight
I wake up in my bed again.
An overwhelming sense of woe is pumping through my veins, there's a great weight in between my eyes, some form of guilt weighing my conscience down, and I'm tried.
I'm so tired, but I can't get myself back to sleep.
I toss and I turn, for hours. Nothing but rolling from side to side every few minutes. I try to get my mind wrapped around some big out-there kind of thought, in hopes to make myself either tired or stressed out; but my efforts are worthless, worth less than nothing when I finally start looking around my room.
As my eyes slowly drift from one wall to the other I recognize this room, as my own, but something seems wrong. The walls look like they're made of dry wall, but at the same time they look like they're made of old dead skin. They all have an eerie grey tint to them as well. I'm too afraid to spring out of bed and check the rest of the house.
What if that tree somehow found a way into my house?
What if that tree found the angel and has taken her from me?
I roll different ideas through my head for what feels like hours, until I finally can't take it anymore. I slowly get out of bed, my heart is racing, my veins are on fire. I walk to the door of my room, shut, something I never do. My hand grasps the cold metal of the door knob, it feels like old leathery skin, I turn the knob and open the door.
What I see isn't the rest of my house.
It isn't my hallway.
I don't see my daughter's old room filled with diced body parts.
I don't see the bathroom that I first kept the angel in.
I don't see the door to The Forest of Lost Souls.
When I open the door, all I see before me, staring back at me.
Is a forest of old dead trees.
-Sir Jestro
An overwhelming sense of woe is pumping through my veins, there's a great weight in between my eyes, some form of guilt weighing my conscience down, and I'm tried.
I'm so tired, but I can't get myself back to sleep.
I toss and I turn, for hours. Nothing but rolling from side to side every few minutes. I try to get my mind wrapped around some big out-there kind of thought, in hopes to make myself either tired or stressed out; but my efforts are worthless, worth less than nothing when I finally start looking around my room.
As my eyes slowly drift from one wall to the other I recognize this room, as my own, but something seems wrong. The walls look like they're made of dry wall, but at the same time they look like they're made of old dead skin. They all have an eerie grey tint to them as well. I'm too afraid to spring out of bed and check the rest of the house.
What if that tree somehow found a way into my house?
What if that tree found the angel and has taken her from me?
I roll different ideas through my head for what feels like hours, until I finally can't take it anymore. I slowly get out of bed, my heart is racing, my veins are on fire. I walk to the door of my room, shut, something I never do. My hand grasps the cold metal of the door knob, it feels like old leathery skin, I turn the knob and open the door.
What I see isn't the rest of my house.
It isn't my hallway.
I don't see my daughter's old room filled with diced body parts.
I don't see the bathroom that I first kept the angel in.
I don't see the door to The Forest of Lost Souls.
When I open the door, all I see before me, staring back at me.
Is a forest of old dead trees.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Just some warning.....
Okay, everyone reading this. If you haven't read The Seventh Bowl: Chapter One yet let me warn you: don't expect greatness with the first couple of chapters, they're simply set up and a lot of foreshadowing, but trust me, you sit through the set up, and the rest of the story will be well worth it. Okay, well have lots of fun at work, or school.
-Sir Jestro
-Sir Jestro
The Seventh Bowl: Chapter One
BLEEP!!
BLEEP!!
BLEEP!!
"Rise and shine everyone from Ensville, the time is now 6:30am, the weather outside is cloudy, so don't forget that raincoat on your way to school kids! Hahaha, now stay tuned, we've got a block of Autechre coming up, followed by some Daft Punk and...ummm....hell why not, we'll finish it off with some Dead Lemonz. Stay tuned to your favorite underground electronic station: 104.8 The DROID!" It was the same thing every morning for Rob; his alarm for school would go off at exactly the same time, 6:30am, he'd listen to some great tunes for about twenty minutes, then he'd head off to school, Ensville High. Rob wasn't the most outgoing seventeen year old in the world, heck, he hardly ever even talked. he always had his nose pressed between the pages of a book. The subject matter didn't really matter to him, just like a sponge doesn't care what kind of liquid its sucking in.
Most of the books he read had to do with robots, and the people of Ensville always had something to say to that:
"Why would you read that garbage?"
"Those monsters are killing our comrades, and you're supporting them!?"
"Metal lover!"
"You're just as heartless as they are!"
But all these harsh words missed their target, Rob didn't care about the war spreading all over the world, he didn't care that in some parts of the world the robots were killing humans, he didn't care that The Three Law of Robotics were all just make believe, he saw everyone, and everything as equals. The trees, humans, animals, robots, insects, everything came from the same place, and would too, return to the same place in the end, To Rob, what the robots were doing to the humans over in Sadam was exactly the same as what the humans were doing to the robots in Levy, and what the humans were also doing to the plants and animals all over the world was the same, It all made him sick.
What confused Rob was why there was still racism and anger between the nations of man, shouldn't the robo-threat be more of an issue than what color another human's skin is? But as it was, he and his aunt were the only black family in their neighborhood, and everyone on his street reminded him of that. But oh well, the robots were coming soon and they saw all the humans as the same, so in a way Rob preferred them to humans; the robots all saw humans as equals, but they were the monsters, remember? And Rob went around that circle in his mind the entire walk to school time and time again, but he never felt at ease about any of it.
Times were hard and everyone knew that, Rob wished he could do something about it, or help the ones who could 'fix' it and bring the world back into order.
His head started to ache as the rain started to pour down on him, he covered his head with his book and quickened his pace to school.
Robert's wish would soon be answered.
-Sir Jestro
BLEEP!!
BLEEP!!
"Rise and shine everyone from Ensville, the time is now 6:30am, the weather outside is cloudy, so don't forget that raincoat on your way to school kids! Hahaha, now stay tuned, we've got a block of Autechre coming up, followed by some Daft Punk and...ummm....hell why not, we'll finish it off with some Dead Lemonz. Stay tuned to your favorite underground electronic station: 104.8 The DROID!" It was the same thing every morning for Rob; his alarm for school would go off at exactly the same time, 6:30am, he'd listen to some great tunes for about twenty minutes, then he'd head off to school, Ensville High. Rob wasn't the most outgoing seventeen year old in the world, heck, he hardly ever even talked. he always had his nose pressed between the pages of a book. The subject matter didn't really matter to him, just like a sponge doesn't care what kind of liquid its sucking in.
Most of the books he read had to do with robots, and the people of Ensville always had something to say to that:
"Why would you read that garbage?"
"Those monsters are killing our comrades, and you're supporting them!?"
"Metal lover!"
"You're just as heartless as they are!"
But all these harsh words missed their target, Rob didn't care about the war spreading all over the world, he didn't care that in some parts of the world the robots were killing humans, he didn't care that The Three Law of Robotics were all just make believe, he saw everyone, and everything as equals. The trees, humans, animals, robots, insects, everything came from the same place, and would too, return to the same place in the end, To Rob, what the robots were doing to the humans over in Sadam was exactly the same as what the humans were doing to the robots in Levy, and what the humans were also doing to the plants and animals all over the world was the same, It all made him sick.
What confused Rob was why there was still racism and anger between the nations of man, shouldn't the robo-threat be more of an issue than what color another human's skin is? But as it was, he and his aunt were the only black family in their neighborhood, and everyone on his street reminded him of that. But oh well, the robots were coming soon and they saw all the humans as the same, so in a way Rob preferred them to humans; the robots all saw humans as equals, but they were the monsters, remember? And Rob went around that circle in his mind the entire walk to school time and time again, but he never felt at ease about any of it.
Times were hard and everyone knew that, Rob wished he could do something about it, or help the ones who could 'fix' it and bring the world back into order.
His head started to ache as the rain started to pour down on him, he covered his head with his book and quickened his pace to school.
Robert's wish would soon be answered.
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Star Force Gemini Chapter Eight [part one]
"Can you count, suckas?!" Ω asked at the top of his voice with his arms outstretched.
"Yes, I can count, Ω." 김재민 replied.
"I love that movie." C41212105 said.
"Who the fuck is talking to you bitch? You smell!" Ω screamed as all three of them were walking out of the LAN cafe.
"I smell like your mom." C41212105 replied.
"How the hell do you know what my mom smells like?"
"Because I fucked her, with my mask on and everything!" C41212105 said laughing at the top of his lungs. " Then I called Alan Moore and we DP'd her!" Then he stopped. C41212105 stood paralyzed in front of Ω's beam katana, which was pointing right at him.
"I'll slice you like an apple, Hugo! Don't even start fucking with me!"
"Calm down, dick!" C41212105 whimpered as he shook with fear.
"Okay, this isn't funny anymore, Ω, let's go." 김재민 said as he kept walking to Ω's car.
"You're lucky I gotta take my half korean half badass friend to clarinet lessons! I'd kill your ass faster than you can say veroni shishomi macaroni.....fuckaroni!" Then Ω lowered his beam katana and looked at C41212105. "Can I have a hug?" C41212105 was taken back by this request. He hesitated.
".....Umm, sure?" Then they embrassed. Held in his arms Ω said.
"You know C41212105, we give you a lot of shit, but you're not that bad."
"Ummm....thanks Ω." He replied as they broke away. "But its usually just you who gives me the shit."
"Fuck off, fruit cake." Ω as he walked away and unlocked his car. He and 김재민 got in and drove off. C41212105 too got into his car, once inside he turned his bluetooth on and removed his mask. He then called his hot and attractive girlfriend.
Briiing!
Briiing!
Briiing!
"Hey!"
"Sup, babe?"
"Oh, hi, Carlos, I thought it was someone else." She said to him.
"But don't you have my number in your phonebook?"
"Yeah! Its under 'Honey'."
"Then why didn't you know it'd be me?" He asked as he started his car.
"Oh, well. That's why i wanted to talk to you."
"But...I called you."
"You say tomatoe, I say potatoe." She said then snorted and laughed a little bit.
"So what did you want to talk about, babe?"
"I think we should see other people."
"Wow, that was straight to the point." He said.
"Yeah, well its almost 8 and my show comes on, and you know I never talk during my shows." She said.
"Yeah, you are pretty dedicated to those shows, so hey can we talk later?"
"Oh, sure. yeah, whatever. Hey, I've gotta go! Bye!" Then she hung up. even before he could say anything. C41212105 just drove home and went straight to his room. He didn't even bother to stop by Carl's Jr. to get a Double Western Bacon Cheese Burger with no Cheese, Onion Rings, and a large Dr. Pepper. Once he got to his room, he just fell to his bed and cuddled with his Ash Ketchum plush and cried.
IN ANOTHER PART OF THE CITY.
[Jestro] walks into a buiness building. He walks through the rotating doors and heads to the elevators.
BLEEP.
He pushes the 'up' arrow and waits. The doors open and he walks in. A small asian man in the only other one in the elevator with him. He straightens up and clears his throat.
"Mr. Park?" He asks.
"Yes?" The short man asks. He turns to look at [Jestro] who has his head down.
"I've come here to request permission to take your daughter, Ha-Neul, out on a date." He said with his head still bowed. the man just stood there thinking and [Jestro] just stood there waiting. The elevator stops and the doors open, the man walks out and turs back to [Jestro] and says,
"Be here wednesday at 11:30pm, we must fight."
"Okay, but may I ask.....Why?"
"Because you do not truley know someone until you fight them." he said as the doors closed.
-Sir Jestro
"Yes, I can count, Ω." 김재민 replied.
"I love that movie." C41212105 said.
"Who the fuck is talking to you bitch? You smell!" Ω screamed as all three of them were walking out of the LAN cafe.
"I smell like your mom." C41212105 replied.
"How the hell do you know what my mom smells like?"
"Because I fucked her, with my mask on and everything!" C41212105 said laughing at the top of his lungs. " Then I called Alan Moore and we DP'd her!" Then he stopped. C41212105 stood paralyzed in front of Ω's beam katana, which was pointing right at him.
"I'll slice you like an apple, Hugo! Don't even start fucking with me!"
"Calm down, dick!" C41212105 whimpered as he shook with fear.
"Okay, this isn't funny anymore, Ω, let's go." 김재민 said as he kept walking to Ω's car.
"You're lucky I gotta take my half korean half badass friend to clarinet lessons! I'd kill your ass faster than you can say veroni shishomi macaroni.....fuckaroni!" Then Ω lowered his beam katana and looked at C41212105. "Can I have a hug?" C41212105 was taken back by this request. He hesitated.
".....Umm, sure?" Then they embrassed. Held in his arms Ω said.
"You know C41212105, we give you a lot of shit, but you're not that bad."
"Ummm....thanks Ω." He replied as they broke away. "But its usually just you who gives me the shit."
"Fuck off, fruit cake." Ω as he walked away and unlocked his car. He and 김재민 got in and drove off. C41212105 too got into his car, once inside he turned his bluetooth on and removed his mask. He then called his hot and attractive girlfriend.
Briiing!
Briiing!
Briiing!
"Hey!"
"Sup, babe?"
"Oh, hi, Carlos, I thought it was someone else." She said to him.
"But don't you have my number in your phonebook?"
"Yeah! Its under 'Honey'."
"Then why didn't you know it'd be me?" He asked as he started his car.
"Oh, well. That's why i wanted to talk to you."
"But...I called you."
"You say tomatoe, I say potatoe." She said then snorted and laughed a little bit.
"So what did you want to talk about, babe?"
"I think we should see other people."
"Wow, that was straight to the point." He said.
"Yeah, well its almost 8 and my show comes on, and you know I never talk during my shows." She said.
"Yeah, you are pretty dedicated to those shows, so hey can we talk later?"
"Oh, sure. yeah, whatever. Hey, I've gotta go! Bye!" Then she hung up. even before he could say anything. C41212105 just drove home and went straight to his room. He didn't even bother to stop by Carl's Jr. to get a Double Western Bacon Cheese Burger with no Cheese, Onion Rings, and a large Dr. Pepper. Once he got to his room, he just fell to his bed and cuddled with his Ash Ketchum plush and cried.
IN ANOTHER PART OF THE CITY.
[Jestro] walks into a buiness building. He walks through the rotating doors and heads to the elevators.
BLEEP.
He pushes the 'up' arrow and waits. The doors open and he walks in. A small asian man in the only other one in the elevator with him. He straightens up and clears his throat.
"Mr. Park?" He asks.
"Yes?" The short man asks. He turns to look at [Jestro] who has his head down.
"I've come here to request permission to take your daughter, Ha-Neul, out on a date." He said with his head still bowed. the man just stood there thinking and [Jestro] just stood there waiting. The elevator stops and the doors open, the man walks out and turs back to [Jestro] and says,
"Be here wednesday at 11:30pm, we must fight."
"Okay, but may I ask.....Why?"
"Because you do not truley know someone until you fight them." he said as the doors closed.
-Sir Jestro
Monday, January 19, 2009
The Seventh Bowl: Prolouge
The sky above is black with rain, and dirty from the soul's of the living. The sinful rain pours down on the dead world. The land is barren and sprinkled with dead bodies. The crows have become too fat to fly.
The stench of dead flesh and burnt everything fills the stagnant air.
A single small robot crawls his legless body through the lanes of a long forgotten freeway overpass. He is the last survivor of the great war, the sole survivor of Armageddon.
"Internal System's Error." The robot repeats to a faceless God. "Internal System's Error." His way of begging for atonement before the end.
He sees a man standing in the distance, he crawls towards the man, pulling with all of his might.
"Battery life: 1.8% remaining." The small robot moans in agony. The sound of thunder in the distance, the cries from the gluttonous crows, and the scraping of metal against the rough freeway road is all that can be heard over the sound of the rain. The rain, probably God's way of washing his parking space, had been pouring for years, non-stop.
"Irreparable Damage to sections E, F, and H." The robot falls to the ground face first when his left arm stops working. He lifts his small head up and sees the man walking towards him, he tries lifting his body with the remaining arm, but to no avail. He falls on his face again.
He looks up and sees the man, he sees that the man is holding seven stars in his right hand. His visual receptors start to short circuit.
"Battery life: 0.8% remaining." When his eyes turn back on the man is standing above him, the man put his right hand on the robot's head and said to him.
"Do not be afraid. I am the first and the last....."
"Battery life: 0.0% remaining....shutting down."
-Sir Jestro
The stench of dead flesh and burnt everything fills the stagnant air.
A single small robot crawls his legless body through the lanes of a long forgotten freeway overpass. He is the last survivor of the great war, the sole survivor of Armageddon.
"Internal System's Error." The robot repeats to a faceless God. "Internal System's Error." His way of begging for atonement before the end.
He sees a man standing in the distance, he crawls towards the man, pulling with all of his might.
"Battery life: 1.8% remaining." The small robot moans in agony. The sound of thunder in the distance, the cries from the gluttonous crows, and the scraping of metal against the rough freeway road is all that can be heard over the sound of the rain. The rain, probably God's way of washing his parking space, had been pouring for years, non-stop.
"Irreparable Damage to sections E, F, and H." The robot falls to the ground face first when his left arm stops working. He lifts his small head up and sees the man walking towards him, he tries lifting his body with the remaining arm, but to no avail. He falls on his face again.
He looks up and sees the man, he sees that the man is holding seven stars in his right hand. His visual receptors start to short circuit.
"Battery life: 0.8% remaining." When his eyes turn back on the man is standing above him, the man put his right hand on the robot's head and said to him.
"Do not be afraid. I am the first and the last....."
"Battery life: 0.0% remaining....shutting down."
-Sir Jestro
C41212105 is the Shit!
So I just read C41212105's new story, and its fucking amazing!
You should all read it, the link is in the post he hacked underneath me here...yeah, just scroll down a little bit. You'll find it, read it, love it, comment it. In that order.
Stay fresh, Blogger!
-Sir Jestro
You should all read it, the link is in the post he hacked underneath me here...yeah, just scroll down a little bit. You'll find it, read it, love it, comment it. In that order.
Stay fresh, Blogger!
-Sir Jestro
Monday, January 12, 2009
This is a priate messege
This is C41212105 from At-midnight-pro.blogspot.com
i have stolen this particular post to relay a messege to the followers of Jestro. hopefully you can find it in your hearts to play along
So, I have been feelin under appreciated as of late. I tell people that i am writing a enw story, and that the prologue is posted. And i have also put up some other posts. And i have yet to receive a single comment on anything. Criticism and praise are not in my vocabulary right now. I need validation, negative or positive, and so far im just not getting any.
So here is what I am going to do. In two weeks time i am going to completely shut down my blogspot account. I will delete both of my blogs, and never post a single one ever again. Big gasp from my non existant audience. I will still write and leave my work open to whoever asks me (in person) to read it. But i will no longer post anything online.
But here's the catch. If I get ten(10) text messeges from ten(10) different phone numbers, one(1) messege from each number, with the following words in the messege, and only those words in the messege, then i will continue to post. However, if within two weeks, so on January twenty sixth two thousand nine (1/26/09) i do not receive the ten(10) messeges i want, at-midnight-pro.blogspot.com will shut its doors permanantly.
The words are veroni shishomi macaroni. I want those words and nothing else. the number is (650)291-5574.
and here's the kicker. i dont even care if you steal your friends phone to do the messeges. and i will also tell the sender how many more i need to keep this train wreck rolling.
so, 1/26/09 is the deadline. i will post as normal until that day. the words are veroni shishomi macaroni. we will see how this whole thing plays itself out.
and guys, all i want is some validation, be it through comments, texts, or even if you see me on the street and have a comment. i just want to feelsomewhat appreciated.
i have stolen this particular post to relay a messege to the followers of Jestro. hopefully you can find it in your hearts to play along
So, I have been feelin under appreciated as of late. I tell people that i am writing a enw story, and that the prologue is posted. And i have also put up some other posts. And i have yet to receive a single comment on anything. Criticism and praise are not in my vocabulary right now. I need validation, negative or positive, and so far im just not getting any.
So here is what I am going to do. In two weeks time i am going to completely shut down my blogspot account. I will delete both of my blogs, and never post a single one ever again. Big gasp from my non existant audience. I will still write and leave my work open to whoever asks me (in person) to read it. But i will no longer post anything online.
But here's the catch. If I get ten(10) text messeges from ten(10) different phone numbers, one(1) messege from each number, with the following words in the messege, and only those words in the messege, then i will continue to post. However, if within two weeks, so on January twenty sixth two thousand nine (1/26/09) i do not receive the ten(10) messeges i want, at-midnight-pro.blogspot.com will shut its doors permanantly.
The words are veroni shishomi macaroni. I want those words and nothing else. the number is (650)291-5574.
and here's the kicker. i dont even care if you steal your friends phone to do the messeges. and i will also tell the sender how many more i need to keep this train wreck rolling.
so, 1/26/09 is the deadline. i will post as normal until that day. the words are veroni shishomi macaroni. we will see how this whole thing plays itself out.
and guys, all i want is some validation, be it through comments, texts, or even if you see me on the street and have a comment. i just want to feelsomewhat appreciated.
Thursday, January 08, 2009
OFFLINE MESSAGE
So I've been offline for quite sometime, but now I'm back. That means, of course, more SFG and Nightmare Stare. Just letting you all know, I haven't died yet and am still very much alive, in my mind.
Be safe all you bloggers out there.
-Sir Jestro
Be safe all you bloggers out there.
-Sir Jestro
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