I stumbled Upon this picture and couldn't stop laughing for about five minutes, it makes me laugh every time I see it.
Enjoy.
Monday, August 31, 2009
I am Laughing
I stumbled Upon this picture and couldn't stop laughing for about five minutes, it makes me laugh every time I see it.
Enjoy.
My 200th Post of '09!!!! ZOMG!
Hey, LIZ!!!!!
And Kim Je-Min, and Carrios. What's up guys?
So as you all know, I'm taking a break from writing, but I felt I should let you know how great my day has been, thus far.
I woke up at around five-ish when my crush texted me talking about something. I deleted my inbox so I can't really remember, but I do--however remember it being a very pleasant conversation. I was very happy, it appeared as though our friendship had mended and gone back to it's old glory. I was, however, wrong--but I'll get to that later.
At 6:15ish, I fell asleep, which was bad because I had to get to RCC-Riverside Campus before seven-thirty so I could get an add card for my English 1A class.
I had a dream about having an epic pillow fight with a room full of Pent House Pets and Robots...needless to say the BEST fucking dream I've had in years.
I awoke with a start when, during my dream I realized I was dreaming. It was 7:15am.
...FML...
I checked the note I left myself to remind me what time and where my class was at. I thought it started at 8:50am...how wrong was I. 8:10am. I better grow some wings.
I suited up and contemplated waking my aunt up for a ride, but decided against it because she won't be sleeping in anymore, starting tomorrow [how thoughtful am I, right? ^_^]. I ran into the garage and grabbed Jet's bike and took off towards school. It took me about a half of an hour to get there, and I was more thirsty than I'd ever been, damn poweraid. I took that cool secret tunnel underneath Magnolia, I felt like Merde from Tokyo! or a Ninja Turtle, coming out of that tunnel. I bike sprinted to my class and arrived just in time.
I was only in the class for about fifteen minutes before the teacher told us anyone on the waitlist past number eight should just leave. So I left.
I rode the bike to work for some water and a chat with my beloved. It started out just fine, but I think I hurt her feelings. So I left and went back home, the whole time singing the Saw theme song in my head, don't ask me why.
When I got home I tried going on WebAdvisor, but no luck, it kept kicking my white ass off. So I watched Lain and surfed the web for a little bit.
At noon my aunt and I went out to make a copy of the front door key so I wouldn't have to wake everyone up when I came home anymore. We went to ACE and I bought the two of us DR. Peppers. I feel we bonded because we saw an old lady driving with a male blow-up doll in the passenger seat. We laughed about this for a few minutes and thought of different reasons why she would want a blow-up doll in her car.
Now I'm home again writing this and listening to A Perfect Circle. ^_^
I've found an English 1A class, the only problem is, it doesn't start until October Twenty-Sixth, and it's four days a week. Fuck it, if I get in that'd be tight. Carpe Diem an all that jazz. It's better to try and fail than to just wait around for all the beauty of the world to turn grey, you dig it?
I had a great day, I've done so much and it's only 1:19pm. I'm usually just waking up, you see...this is what I've been missing, something to do. I completely understand how retirement can kill old people.
I really hope I get into that damn English Class.
I miss you, Liz. We need to hangout one of these days. It feels like we're slowly going back to just being co-workers, which is NOT cool with me. Oh, well. I'll be waiting until you're free. I'm going on vacation next week, we can go watch Ponyo or something, that'd be nice.
Well, I hope the rest of my day is just as bright as the morning was. I'm also convinced that sleep is another thing that was making me depressed.
Well, it looks like Jestro's gonna be reading and writing something great for all of you.
Boom.
Wakudo!
And my personal motto for life;
There is no spoon.
I love you.
-Sir Jestro
And Kim Je-Min, and Carrios. What's up guys?
So as you all know, I'm taking a break from writing, but I felt I should let you know how great my day has been, thus far.
I woke up at around five-ish when my crush texted me talking about something. I deleted my inbox so I can't really remember, but I do--however remember it being a very pleasant conversation. I was very happy, it appeared as though our friendship had mended and gone back to it's old glory. I was, however, wrong--but I'll get to that later.
At 6:15ish, I fell asleep, which was bad because I had to get to RCC-Riverside Campus before seven-thirty so I could get an add card for my English 1A class.
I had a dream about having an epic pillow fight with a room full of Pent House Pets and Robots...needless to say the BEST fucking dream I've had in years.
I awoke with a start when, during my dream I realized I was dreaming. It was 7:15am.
...FML...
I checked the note I left myself to remind me what time and where my class was at. I thought it started at 8:50am...how wrong was I. 8:10am. I better grow some wings.
I suited up and contemplated waking my aunt up for a ride, but decided against it because she won't be sleeping in anymore, starting tomorrow [how thoughtful am I, right? ^_^]. I ran into the garage and grabbed Jet's bike and took off towards school. It took me about a half of an hour to get there, and I was more thirsty than I'd ever been, damn poweraid. I took that cool secret tunnel underneath Magnolia, I felt like Merde from Tokyo! or a Ninja Turtle, coming out of that tunnel. I bike sprinted to my class and arrived just in time.
I was only in the class for about fifteen minutes before the teacher told us anyone on the waitlist past number eight should just leave. So I left.
I rode the bike to work for some water and a chat with my beloved. It started out just fine, but I think I hurt her feelings. So I left and went back home, the whole time singing the Saw theme song in my head, don't ask me why.
When I got home I tried going on WebAdvisor, but no luck, it kept kicking my white ass off. So I watched Lain and surfed the web for a little bit.
At noon my aunt and I went out to make a copy of the front door key so I wouldn't have to wake everyone up when I came home anymore. We went to ACE and I bought the two of us DR. Peppers. I feel we bonded because we saw an old lady driving with a male blow-up doll in the passenger seat. We laughed about this for a few minutes and thought of different reasons why she would want a blow-up doll in her car.
Now I'm home again writing this and listening to A Perfect Circle. ^_^
I've found an English 1A class, the only problem is, it doesn't start until October Twenty-Sixth, and it's four days a week. Fuck it, if I get in that'd be tight. Carpe Diem an all that jazz. It's better to try and fail than to just wait around for all the beauty of the world to turn grey, you dig it?
I had a great day, I've done so much and it's only 1:19pm. I'm usually just waking up, you see...this is what I've been missing, something to do. I completely understand how retirement can kill old people.
I really hope I get into that damn English Class.
I miss you, Liz. We need to hangout one of these days. It feels like we're slowly going back to just being co-workers, which is NOT cool with me. Oh, well. I'll be waiting until you're free. I'm going on vacation next week, we can go watch Ponyo or something, that'd be nice.
Well, I hope the rest of my day is just as bright as the morning was. I'm also convinced that sleep is another thing that was making me depressed.
Well, it looks like Jestro's gonna be reading and writing something great for all of you.
Boom.
Wakudo!
And my personal motto for life;
There is no spoon.
I love you.
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Pluck Me
I am the flower of ash,
The Lily of misfortune,
Will you pluck me from the ground?
Cover me in marmalade,
And prepare me for dessert,
I am the taste of the week.
I am a corpse flower,
Impregnated by the dead,
And their vanity seeps into me.
Every sentence is filled with you,
Every letter drips your name,
Yet the lifeless still invade and try to take me from you.
Strangers Wearing Makeup Poster
Yes, everyone. That's right.
Esteban Espino has revealed the first image for "Strangers Wearing Makeup". We all know it from Gus' premonition, where he sees Thomas A. Anderson's body lying in the street...BEFORE he kills him. The picture completely grasps the context of the entire story. Gus is our Anti-Hero, if you will. He's a killer. The pills are in there. Gus' guilt, even though he's just a silhouette, you can just his guilt and fear. And the best part about the picture is that it looks like a noir, which it is.
Beauty!!!!!!!
Thank you Este-Trance!!! I can't wait to actually turn it into a real graphic novel!!!!
I are so happy!!!!! ^_^
-Sir Jestro
Friday, August 28, 2009
My Leave of Absence
Yes, I know it comes as no surprise that I'm writing this, but I feel that I should write it anyway. I'm here to announce my indefinite leave of absence from Blogger. I have become a wreck in part because of this website, constantly digging inwards. "Cleaning Out the Closet" as they call it. Sure, it's helpful every once in a while, but when it becomes a daily thing, it really begins to take it's toll on you.
It did for me anyway.
I don't expect to post much, except for SFG, because that's fun to write. I will, however continue to write--for myself, since my fanbase has pretty much gotten bored of me. No, matter. I really need to take my writing to the next level, like I had been saying for a while.
I'm currently doing research for "A Silver Bullet Western" because that feels like something productive for me to work on, and get my mind off of other things.
I also started drawing, I'm not very good at it, but it's still something to do, when I'm at home and bored.
Well, it looks like I'm starting to bitch again. Can't have any of that! Gotta keep smiling!
:)
Oh, and when I do come back, I hope it will be worth the wait for all...three of you who might be reading this.
I wish you all an endless sea of happiness and good fortune.
Missing you already,
-Sir Jestro
It did for me anyway.
I don't expect to post much, except for SFG, because that's fun to write. I will, however continue to write--for myself, since my fanbase has pretty much gotten bored of me. No, matter. I really need to take my writing to the next level, like I had been saying for a while.
I'm currently doing research for "A Silver Bullet Western" because that feels like something productive for me to work on, and get my mind off of other things.
I also started drawing, I'm not very good at it, but it's still something to do, when I'm at home and bored.
Well, it looks like I'm starting to bitch again. Can't have any of that! Gotta keep smiling!
:)
Oh, and when I do come back, I hope it will be worth the wait for all...three of you who might be reading this.
I wish you all an endless sea of happiness and good fortune.
Missing you already,
-Sir Jestro
Dreaming of Z's [Chapter Two]
It's been weeks since I had the dream, the one where she and I had sex. A lot has changed in those few weeks. So much so, that's it's really hard to keep track of all that's happened. We've almost entirely stopped talking, and when we do it always has a bitter undertone to it.
I used to be attached to my phone, I always had it on me, just in case she felt the urge to text or call me. But as the weeks have gone by I've stopped caring so much. Sometimes we go days without more than a personal text. I sometimes feel like I'm some kind of disturbed stalker who doesn't know he's a stalker, what kind of fate is that?
I haven't dreamed about her in weeks either, and her face is slowly starting to melt away in my mind's eye. My stomach turns when I think about her. What could all this mean?
I come home from a day out with my friends, watching movies and spending money unwisely. I fall asleep almost as soon as I hit the futon, which is something I never do. The next thing I know she's rocking me saying,
"Wake up."
So I do.
I roll over and there she is, always a paragon of beauty. Her face is illuminated by the red glow of my clock, but even through the dim glow I can see enough of her face to instantly fall back in love with her. She smiles and my heart flutters. She leans in a softly kisses me on the lips.
"Am I dreaming?" I ask her. She smiles again.
"It depends on how you define dreaming." I sit up and kiss her, she wraps one arm around my neck and pushes her lips firmly onto mine. When we break away I tell her,
"I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, but you know how it is; busy life, lots of things to do." I smile.
"Yeah, I'm never very busy anymore."
"That would explain your restlessness." She says. I kiss her softly on the neck then tell her,
"You know, it wouldn't kill you to just say 'Hi' every once in a while."
"And it wouldn't kill you to relax every once in a while." She replies. I shrug.
"Yeah, I know. I guess I prefer you here than in real life."
"How can you tell the difference?"
"Well, first of all you treat me like I'm actually worth something here, there I'm practically a leper."
"Don't be so dramatic." She says moving the hair away from my face, she smiles.
"I have an idea." I say as I roll over and start rummaging through my writing utensils.
"What are you doing?" She asks. I sit back up with a sharpie in hand.
"I'm going to leave a note, if all this is real, I'll find out tomorrow, when I see you."
"Alright..." She says, reluctantly. I lift up her shirt and take it off. She starts kissing me again. Then I draw a small smilie face on her side. Then she takes off my shirt.
-Sir Jestro
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter 2.1
김재민 is standing with a pole in his hand, waiting to vault over the raised bar. He closes his eyes and charges. As he sprints towards the suspended bar, the world around him blurs into one grey image. He slams the pole into the ground and launches himself into the air.
"To infinite, and beyond!" He screams as he twirls over the bar. He lands on the mat and a crowd of people run to talk to him.
"Ben, you just set the state record for highest jump. What're you gonna do now?" A boy from the school news paper asks him.
"I'm going to Lotte World!" He chuckles. He walks off of the mat, The Cougar runs beside him.
"Ben, why won't you join the actual track and field team? We could use someone with your...talents." She says.
"Sorry, lady. Mom says I have to focus on clarinet and becoming a doctor, no time for spots." He walks off with a huge grin, heading towards campus. He spryly jolts up the mile of steps and is walking between the classrooms in a blink of an eye. He weaves in and out of crowds of people as he makes his way to his next class.
"안녕하세요, 김재민." A voice says behind him, he turns and sees Ha-Neul.
"안녕하세요!" He replies with a smile.
"우리는 얘기해야한다." She said.
"Oh, okay then." 김재민 said. "Did you want to talk here or...?"
"Come with me!" She demanded and took him by the arm.
In another part of the school **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** walks out to the parking lot. She's not listening to A.T.T.I.C. Radio so she's unaware that DJ Macete is playing "Dead Dogs Two" by cLOUDDEAD, but instead she's listening to "Lovebug" by The Jonas Brothers on her itouch, and it makes her happy. As she slowly walks across the crowded parking lot towards the bus stop, she notices that the sun looks strangely different today.
She makes her way on the bus, the rhythmic sway almost rocks her to sleep. Despite her inability to show affection, externally; she's weeping on the inside. She misses [Jestro], and all of the others from the SFG Crew. She misses the adventures they went on, even if she was only there for a fraction of them, they were still memories that would warm her bluffly cold heart. She cries on the inside and realizes she's come to her stop.
She briskly jumps off the bus and heads into her work, CVC. She hurries inside because she is in dire need of the restroom.
In another part of the city 김재민 and Ha-Neul walk into The Marjorie Oleary Memorial Cemetery.
"What the hell are we doing here?" 김재민 asks.
"Shut up." Ha-Neul says in a tone that hurts 김재민's feeling. "Just keep walking."
He does. He makes his way to a torn up grave with the name "Ryan Derrick Romero" 1989-2006: "There is no spoon."
김재민 smiles at the quote, obviously a last request by [Jestro] himself. That was the one phrase that could capture just how he conceived the world.
"Why did you take me here? I came here three months ago when he was buried." 김재민 said. Ha-Neul motioned with her head. 김재민 looked to his left and saw Shattered Sword curled up in a ball.
"What the hell happened!?" He screamed running to his side.
"It...it was..." Shattered Sword was a mess, bruises all over his face, both arms shattered. "...it was like something out of a nightmare." 김재민 looked down at Shattered Sword, confused.
"I don't...I don't understand."
"He's come back." Shattered Sword said as his eyes closed and he fell to the ground...asleep.
"What the hell is he talking about, Ha-Neul!?" 김재민 said standing up.
"Ryan has come back from the grave." She said with a hardened expression on her face.
"Is this some kind of joke!?" He screamed, furious.
"Look at my father!" She screamed. "Does that look like a joke to you!?" She put her head down and started crying. 김재민 let out a long sigh.
"Like something out of a nightmare...What the hell does that mean!?" 김재민 screamed.
"I don't know, that's why I brought you here. You have to find him and appease his angry soul." She said.
"Me!? But why me? He liked you, not me." 김재민 said.
"...We both know I'm not the one he likes anymore." She said walking over to her father.
"Damn, this shit fucking sucks." 김재민 said walking out of the cemetary. He walks back to school to grab his clarinet.
C41212105 leaves for work.
Ω is still asleep.
**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** clocks in.
Hours pass.
The sun sets.
김재민 walks down the street from school, he gets a call, he looks at it. It says 'Grindelwald'.
"Yeah?" He says.
"Benjia! When are you coming home?" She asks him.
"I dunno." He replies.
"Well, you need to hurry I am having lesson and need you for having watch your sister."
"Mom, Julie's fifteen. She can watch herself!"
"Well, hurry home anyway!" Then she hung up.
"What a bitch." 김재민 said to himself. A few brown/orange leaves blow past him in the autumn wind. He continues to walk calmly and quietly down the sidewalk. 김재민 walks past the CVC that **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** works at and doesn't even bother looking inside. She on the other hand, sees him as he walks past the automatic doors. She's instantly stricken with heart ache, being reminded that [Sir_Jestro] is dead. A single tear escapes from her left eye and rolls down her cheek.
"Are you okay? You're crying." The customer asks her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She says and lets out a big exhale. "Fifteen oh, seven is your change. Have a nice day." The customer takes his change and his girlfriend's tampons and heads out of the store. He makes his way through the parking lot and is almost hit by a gun metal grey BMW.
"Watch it!" He screams to the driver. "Ass." Then he continues to his car.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there!" C41212105 shouts from out of the window, and keeps driving; out of the parking lot.
He pulls onto the road and heads for the freeway but just as he's about to merge onto it, he's cut off by an RX7 and misses the on ramp.
"WTF, Ω!?" He screams, but knows Ω can't hear him. He does, however, see that Ω has flipped him the bird.
"Fucking rich piece of shit." Ω says, with a half smoked broken cigarette pressed between his lips. He's drunk and drowsy and swerving in between lanes. Its just when he's about to fall asleep and really destroy all the cars on the freeway that he sees something, nay, someone jump onto a car a few lanes over from him and springs off, landing on an overhead bridge some thirty feet above them. Ω slams his foot on the brakes and skids to a stop.
"Hello?"
"김재민!" Ω screams. "I think I just saw [Jestro] rape a car on the freeway!"
"Really?"
"Fuck yeah, dude!" Ω is panicking.
"Calm down, Ω." 김재민 says. "I believe you."
"You do?"
"Yeah." 김재민 says. "Because was just standing at [Jestro]'s grave...and he wasn't in it."
-Sir Jestro
"To infinite, and beyond!" He screams as he twirls over the bar. He lands on the mat and a crowd of people run to talk to him.
"Ben, you just set the state record for highest jump. What're you gonna do now?" A boy from the school news paper asks him.
"I'm going to Lotte World!" He chuckles. He walks off of the mat, The Cougar runs beside him.
"Ben, why won't you join the actual track and field team? We could use someone with your...talents." She says.
"Sorry, lady. Mom says I have to focus on clarinet and becoming a doctor, no time for spots." He walks off with a huge grin, heading towards campus. He spryly jolts up the mile of steps and is walking between the classrooms in a blink of an eye. He weaves in and out of crowds of people as he makes his way to his next class.
"안녕하세요, 김재민." A voice says behind him, he turns and sees Ha-Neul.
"안녕하세요!" He replies with a smile.
"우리는 얘기해야한다." She said.
"Oh, okay then." 김재민 said. "Did you want to talk here or...?"
"Come with me!" She demanded and took him by the arm.
In another part of the school **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** walks out to the parking lot. She's not listening to A.T.T.I.C. Radio so she's unaware that DJ Macete is playing "Dead Dogs Two" by cLOUDDEAD, but instead she's listening to "Lovebug" by The Jonas Brothers on her itouch, and it makes her happy. As she slowly walks across the crowded parking lot towards the bus stop, she notices that the sun looks strangely different today.
She makes her way on the bus, the rhythmic sway almost rocks her to sleep. Despite her inability to show affection, externally; she's weeping on the inside. She misses [Jestro], and all of the others from the SFG Crew. She misses the adventures they went on, even if she was only there for a fraction of them, they were still memories that would warm her bluffly cold heart. She cries on the inside and realizes she's come to her stop.
She briskly jumps off the bus and heads into her work, CVC. She hurries inside because she is in dire need of the restroom.
In another part of the city 김재민 and Ha-Neul walk into The Marjorie Oleary Memorial Cemetery.
"What the hell are we doing here?" 김재민 asks.
"Shut up." Ha-Neul says in a tone that hurts 김재민's feeling. "Just keep walking."
He does. He makes his way to a torn up grave with the name "Ryan Derrick Romero" 1989-2006: "There is no spoon."
김재민 smiles at the quote, obviously a last request by [Jestro] himself. That was the one phrase that could capture just how he conceived the world.
"Why did you take me here? I came here three months ago when he was buried." 김재민 said. Ha-Neul motioned with her head. 김재민 looked to his left and saw Shattered Sword curled up in a ball.
"What the hell happened!?" He screamed running to his side.
"It...it was..." Shattered Sword was a mess, bruises all over his face, both arms shattered. "...it was like something out of a nightmare." 김재민 looked down at Shattered Sword, confused.
"I don't...I don't understand."
"He's come back." Shattered Sword said as his eyes closed and he fell to the ground...asleep.
"What the hell is he talking about, Ha-Neul!?" 김재민 said standing up.
"Ryan has come back from the grave." She said with a hardened expression on her face.
"Is this some kind of joke!?" He screamed, furious.
"Look at my father!" She screamed. "Does that look like a joke to you!?" She put her head down and started crying. 김재민 let out a long sigh.
"Like something out of a nightmare...What the hell does that mean!?" 김재민 screamed.
"I don't know, that's why I brought you here. You have to find him and appease his angry soul." She said.
"Me!? But why me? He liked you, not me." 김재민 said.
"...We both know I'm not the one he likes anymore." She said walking over to her father.
"Damn, this shit fucking sucks." 김재민 said walking out of the cemetary. He walks back to school to grab his clarinet.
C41212105 leaves for work.
Ω is still asleep.
**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** clocks in.
Hours pass.
The sun sets.
김재민 walks down the street from school, he gets a call, he looks at it. It says 'Grindelwald'.
"Yeah?" He says.
"Benjia! When are you coming home?" She asks him.
"I dunno." He replies.
"Well, you need to hurry I am having lesson and need you for having watch your sister."
"Mom, Julie's fifteen. She can watch herself!"
"Well, hurry home anyway!" Then she hung up.
"What a bitch." 김재민 said to himself. A few brown/orange leaves blow past him in the autumn wind. He continues to walk calmly and quietly down the sidewalk. 김재민 walks past the CVC that **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** works at and doesn't even bother looking inside. She on the other hand, sees him as he walks past the automatic doors. She's instantly stricken with heart ache, being reminded that [Sir_Jestro] is dead. A single tear escapes from her left eye and rolls down her cheek.
"Are you okay? You're crying." The customer asks her.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She says and lets out a big exhale. "Fifteen oh, seven is your change. Have a nice day." The customer takes his change and his girlfriend's tampons and heads out of the store. He makes his way through the parking lot and is almost hit by a gun metal grey BMW.
"Watch it!" He screams to the driver. "Ass." Then he continues to his car.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there!" C41212105 shouts from out of the window, and keeps driving; out of the parking lot.
He pulls onto the road and heads for the freeway but just as he's about to merge onto it, he's cut off by an RX7 and misses the on ramp.
"WTF, Ω!?" He screams, but knows Ω can't hear him. He does, however, see that Ω has flipped him the bird.
"Fucking rich piece of shit." Ω says, with a half smoked broken cigarette pressed between his lips. He's drunk and drowsy and swerving in between lanes. Its just when he's about to fall asleep and really destroy all the cars on the freeway that he sees something, nay, someone jump onto a car a few lanes over from him and springs off, landing on an overhead bridge some thirty feet above them. Ω slams his foot on the brakes and skids to a stop.
"Hello?"
"김재민!" Ω screams. "I think I just saw [Jestro] rape a car on the freeway!"
"Really?"
"Fuck yeah, dude!" Ω is panicking.
"Calm down, Ω." 김재민 says. "I believe you."
"You do?"
"Yeah." 김재민 says. "Because was just standing at [Jestro]'s grave...and he wasn't in it."
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter One [Part Two]
"We are with you, sire! For Sparta, for freedom, to the death!" C41212105 shouted as he, and a group of computer generated soldiers ran into battle.
"Fuck, C41212105!" Ω screams as he sees C41212105 tag a giant 'V' on a wall. "Stop tagging, it's n00b status."
"I'm notta n00b, Ω, so shut it!" He chuckles.
"You are a fucking n00b, you Sweeny Todd lookin' motherfucker." Ω says under his breath.
"What'd you say?" C41212105 asks.
"I said your lips are fucking stupid!" Ω shouts and storms off. "Fuck this game. YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF CAMPING BITCHES!" He slams the door upon his exit.
C41212105 chases him.
"Ω, wait!" He calls out to him.
"V for Vendetta, unless you wanna throw down I suggest you back the fuck up. I'm pissed, not only did you kind of cock block me, but you called me down here just so we could play some stupid fucking MMO, with a bunch of 13 year olds. Well, enough is enough I say!"
"Here it comes." C41212105 says.
"I have had it with these [Monkey Fighting Snakes] on this [Monday to Friday] Plane!" Ω screams.
"Ω, calm the fuck down. I called you here, because I saw [Jestro]." Instantly Ω stopped and shot C41212105 a hard glance.
"What the hell are you saying?"
"I saw him, dude. I nearly hit him with my car!"
"That is strange." Ω said lighting a cigarette. "He wrote me a message on my car."
"Wait, double you tee eff!?" C41212105 shouted.
"Yeah, it just said 'Epic Win' cuz I was banging some lezbo!" Ω said with a grin.
"Dude, have you talked to anyone else from the crew? Have either of them seen or heard from him?"
"I don't fucking know, bitch." Ω said. "김재민's hanging out with the guys..."
"Wait, aren't we the guys?"
"Guess not, you dig?"
"What about **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**?"
"Have you read her myspace headline? She's overcompensating for something."
"What do you mean?" C41212105 asked.
"She never mentions us, it's like she's ashamed of us. Liek she's lying to her own heart, like she's afraid to jump all the way in. You've heard the expression 'Can't handle the heat, get the fuck outta the kitchen, right?" Ω asked.
"Something like that, why?"
"Well, I don't think she could juggle both worlds."
"Yeah, I had some trouble with that, didn't I?" C41212105.
"You did, but I'm talking talking about you, Navy Boy. I'm talking about Huge Ass. I think if an adventure's on the way, we're doing it alone. I'm not sure if she's down."
"Do you really think she's that much of a bitch?"
"Well, she has shut herself up since, you know...[Jestro] got fucking shot in the head, like a fucking n00b." Ω says tossing his cigarette onto the ground.
"We were all there, Ω. He didn't go out like a n00b at all. You only wish you could die in such a 1337 way." C41212105 said.
"Don't judge me, Criminal!" Ω said, walking to his car.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Well, I'm going home. I've gotta a big race tomorrow night, I need to be mentally prepared." Ω said.
"Ω, aren't you interested in what the hell is going on? I mean I saw [Jestro], walking around...and I've been feeling strange lately."
"That's called puberty, fucko. You always were late on the important shit, weren't you?" Ω asked.
"No, it's not that. I beat the shit out of a guy a few days ago." C41212105 said.
"What? Dude, what did I tell you about hitting retards, you don't do that shit!"
"I'm serious!"
"So am I."
"Whatever, Ω. Good luck at your race, don't wreck your car." C41212105 said turning around.
"Don't turn your back on me!" Ω shouted.
"I'm going to find the others, 김재민 and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**. I'm sure they'll help me find [Jestro]." C41212105 calls over his shoulder, still walking away.
"He's not coming back anyway." Ω calls out to C41212105.
"He might. The fact is there's just not enough fact!" C41212105 calls back. He gets into his car and DJ Machete plays "Fireflies" by Owl City.
-Sir Jestro
"Fuck, C41212105!" Ω screams as he sees C41212105 tag a giant 'V' on a wall. "Stop tagging, it's n00b status."
"I'm notta n00b, Ω, so shut it!" He chuckles.
"You are a fucking n00b, you Sweeny Todd lookin' motherfucker." Ω says under his breath.
"What'd you say?" C41212105 asks.
"I said your lips are fucking stupid!" Ω shouts and storms off. "Fuck this game. YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF CAMPING BITCHES!" He slams the door upon his exit.
C41212105 chases him.
"Ω, wait!" He calls out to him.
"V for Vendetta, unless you wanna throw down I suggest you back the fuck up. I'm pissed, not only did you kind of cock block me, but you called me down here just so we could play some stupid fucking MMO, with a bunch of 13 year olds. Well, enough is enough I say!"
"Here it comes." C41212105 says.
"I have had it with these [Monkey Fighting Snakes] on this [Monday to Friday] Plane!" Ω screams.
"Ω, calm the fuck down. I called you here, because I saw [Jestro]." Instantly Ω stopped and shot C41212105 a hard glance.
"What the hell are you saying?"
"I saw him, dude. I nearly hit him with my car!"
"That is strange." Ω said lighting a cigarette. "He wrote me a message on my car."
"Wait, double you tee eff!?" C41212105 shouted.
"Yeah, it just said 'Epic Win' cuz I was banging some lezbo!" Ω said with a grin.
"Dude, have you talked to anyone else from the crew? Have either of them seen or heard from him?"
"I don't fucking know, bitch." Ω said. "김재민's hanging out with the guys..."
"Wait, aren't we the guys?"
"Guess not, you dig?"
"What about **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**?"
"Have you read her myspace headline? She's overcompensating for something."
"What do you mean?" C41212105 asked.
"She never mentions us, it's like she's ashamed of us. Liek she's lying to her own heart, like she's afraid to jump all the way in. You've heard the expression 'Can't handle the heat, get the fuck outta the kitchen, right?" Ω asked.
"Something like that, why?"
"Well, I don't think she could juggle both worlds."
"Yeah, I had some trouble with that, didn't I?" C41212105.
"You did, but I'm talking talking about you, Navy Boy. I'm talking about Huge Ass. I think if an adventure's on the way, we're doing it alone. I'm not sure if she's down."
"Do you really think she's that much of a bitch?"
"Well, she has shut herself up since, you know...[Jestro] got fucking shot in the head, like a fucking n00b." Ω says tossing his cigarette onto the ground.
"We were all there, Ω. He didn't go out like a n00b at all. You only wish you could die in such a 1337 way." C41212105 said.
"Don't judge me, Criminal!" Ω said, walking to his car.
"So what are we going to do?"
"Well, I'm going home. I've gotta a big race tomorrow night, I need to be mentally prepared." Ω said.
"Ω, aren't you interested in what the hell is going on? I mean I saw [Jestro], walking around...and I've been feeling strange lately."
"That's called puberty, fucko. You always were late on the important shit, weren't you?" Ω asked.
"No, it's not that. I beat the shit out of a guy a few days ago." C41212105 said.
"What? Dude, what did I tell you about hitting retards, you don't do that shit!"
"I'm serious!"
"So am I."
"Whatever, Ω. Good luck at your race, don't wreck your car." C41212105 said turning around.
"Don't turn your back on me!" Ω shouted.
"I'm going to find the others, 김재민 and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**. I'm sure they'll help me find [Jestro]." C41212105 calls over his shoulder, still walking away.
"He's not coming back anyway." Ω calls out to C41212105.
"He might. The fact is there's just not enough fact!" C41212105 calls back. He gets into his car and DJ Machete plays "Fireflies" by Owl City.
-Sir Jestro
Monday, August 17, 2009
Blog
Okay, so it's 11:40pm and I'm sitting in my room... hang on let me turn the light off.
Kay, that's better.
I'm listening to "Fireflies" by Owl City right now. I really like this song, it's not my typical cup of joe, but it's still yummy.
So I really want to start writing those stories I've been talking about and dropping hints of. But I won't start "Rejected " or "Tingle, For Now" until after I finish "Cry Clown, Cry".
I think I should always be writing at least one of my 'One-Shots'. So only three chapters to go for "Cry Clown, Cry" and probably the same amount for "Strangers Wearing Makeup".
"Confessions" probably has about five left, so that should be done by mid September. Wow, can you believe I started SFG 1, almost a year ago. And on the 16th I will have worked for CVS for one year. Fuck my life. Sometimes I go back and read those old posts, me bitching about not having a job, and now you read me bitching about having a job. Such a 180, huh?
So "The Seventh Bowl" is still in the first act, so that bad boy still has a ways to go.
"Dreaming of Z's is a short one, it should be in my 'One-Shot' category. So it will probably be only like five chapters.
"Dead Elephant" I'm freaking blocked on that one, I'll have to sit on that bad boy for a few days.
What is that? Six?
Okay, eight. I feel like I'm forgetting one. Oh, well.
"Becky's" almost done. Probably four chapters left.
Dollface is almost halfway.
So after "Cry Clown, Cry" I'll start "Wednesday the Thirteenth".
After "Strangers Wearing Makeup" I'll start "Tingle, For Now".
After "Becky's Diary: DON'T READ!!!!" I'll start "Rejected"
and
After "Dreaming of Z's" I'll start "Seventy-Seven Seconds" .
Well, I'm feeling tired.
Off to sleep am I.
Be safe.
-Sir Jestro
Kay, that's better.
I'm listening to "Fireflies" by Owl City right now. I really like this song, it's not my typical cup of joe, but it's still yummy.
So I really want to start writing those stories I've been talking about and dropping hints of. But I won't start "Rejected " or "Tingle, For Now" until after I finish "Cry Clown, Cry".
I think I should always be writing at least one of my 'One-Shots'. So only three chapters to go for "Cry Clown, Cry" and probably the same amount for "Strangers Wearing Makeup".
"Confessions" probably has about five left, so that should be done by mid September. Wow, can you believe I started SFG 1, almost a year ago. And on the 16th I will have worked for CVS for one year. Fuck my life. Sometimes I go back and read those old posts, me bitching about not having a job, and now you read me bitching about having a job. Such a 180, huh?
So "The Seventh Bowl" is still in the first act, so that bad boy still has a ways to go.
"Dreaming of Z's is a short one, it should be in my 'One-Shot' category. So it will probably be only like five chapters.
"Dead Elephant" I'm freaking blocked on that one, I'll have to sit on that bad boy for a few days.
What is that? Six?
Cry Clown, Cry
Strangers Wearing Makeup
Dead Elephant
Dreaming of Z's
Star Force Gemini 2
The Seventh Bowl
Becky's Diary: DON'T READ!!!!
Dollface
Okay, eight. I feel like I'm forgetting one. Oh, well.
"Becky's" almost done. Probably four chapters left.
Dollface is almost halfway.
So after "Cry Clown, Cry" I'll start "Wednesday the Thirteenth".
After "Strangers Wearing Makeup" I'll start "Tingle, For Now".
After "Becky's Diary: DON'T READ!!!!" I'll start "Rejected"
and
After "Dreaming of Z's" I'll start "Seventy-Seven Seconds" .
Well, I'm feeling tired.
Off to sleep am I.
Be safe.
-Sir Jestro
Confessions of a Teenage Zombie [Chapter Eleven]
"Oh my gosh, X. That was the worst idea ever!" I told him as we sat in his basement.
"What? Why?" He asked.
"Because I'm sad I ate Wolfy." I started pouting again.
"Don't be, he was just a stupid dog."
"I don't care, he was so cute! You just don't get it." I folded my arms and looked out his window.
"Alright, so what plans did you have now, Jess?" He asked me, sitting down beside me on the bed.
"I don't know." I was still upset from killing Wolfy. The graphic images of me tossing his lifeless body through the glass window kept bringing me to the edge of tears.
"Well, we could make out." He suggested. I looked at him.
"You're serious?" I asked him.
"Sure, why not?"
"Um, because I'm dead."
"So." He responded. I didn't really have anything to combat that remark. "Maybe another time." In all honesty, I hadn't even thought too much about sex, I've been preoccupied with the notion of exacting revenge on all who had wronged me.
"Damn, I even get shot down by dead girls." X put his head down.
"Don't worry, X. You can finger me tomorrow, after we kill Sam." I said with a smile. His eyes lit up.
"Alright." His joy made me happy. I like seeing boys who like me, that I like back, happy. And I also like getting fingered, it's fun. I wonder if it will still feel the same, now that I'm a zombie. I mean, other things are enhanced, and other are dull. I hope my Virgina still feels the same. I hope mons veneris isn't swollen or something like that. I heard if girls didn't have that then sex would hurt. Like it's there to protect us from all that slamming into each other that people do while they're getting it on.
I kind of want to go check if all my stuff works still. But if I give it up now, then X will think I'm a whore. I'll wait until tomorrow, like I said.
Wow, my head it completely in the wrong place. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Okay, Sam.
Oh, I hate her!
"How are we going to kill her!?" I screamed. X hushed me.
"Not so loud, my parents will get involved." He said.
"Sorry." I said instantly getting quiet.
"It's okay." He say back down. "Well, where does she live?"
"I thought she lived over there." I pointed out the window into his back yard.
"No, Jess. No one has lived there in weeks."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, the guy who lived there was murdered..." He cocked his head to the side. "Wait a minute." I understood where he was going.
"It was Sam!" I shouted again and quickly clamped my hands around my mouth. "Sorry."
"It may have been, if she's as crazy as you say she is."
"Oh, she is. Trust me." I assured him.
"We could always use that as a fall back." He said.
"What?"
"We could just say that she intended to kill us. No one would know, right?"
"I guess you're on to something." I said.
"So, what is the game plan, Jessica?" He asked.
"Let's go over there and try to find some clues."
"What the fuck, Nancy Drew?" He started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, that's just always something people say in books or movies," He paused. "Or TV shows. I've never heard anyone say it in real life before."
"And just how many zombie do you really know?" I asked. He paused, his smile sundered from his face.
"Good point." He stood up and offered me his hand. "Let's do this." I grabbed it and we walked out of his room.
-Sir Jestro
"What? Why?" He asked.
"Because I'm sad I ate Wolfy." I started pouting again.
"Don't be, he was just a stupid dog."
"I don't care, he was so cute! You just don't get it." I folded my arms and looked out his window.
"Alright, so what plans did you have now, Jess?" He asked me, sitting down beside me on the bed.
"I don't know." I was still upset from killing Wolfy. The graphic images of me tossing his lifeless body through the glass window kept bringing me to the edge of tears.
"Well, we could make out." He suggested. I looked at him.
"You're serious?" I asked him.
"Sure, why not?"
"Um, because I'm dead."
"So." He responded. I didn't really have anything to combat that remark. "Maybe another time." In all honesty, I hadn't even thought too much about sex, I've been preoccupied with the notion of exacting revenge on all who had wronged me.
"Damn, I even get shot down by dead girls." X put his head down.
"Don't worry, X. You can finger me tomorrow, after we kill Sam." I said with a smile. His eyes lit up.
"Alright." His joy made me happy. I like seeing boys who like me, that I like back, happy. And I also like getting fingered, it's fun. I wonder if it will still feel the same, now that I'm a zombie. I mean, other things are enhanced, and other are dull. I hope my Virgina still feels the same. I hope mons veneris isn't swollen or something like that. I heard if girls didn't have that then sex would hurt. Like it's there to protect us from all that slamming into each other that people do while they're getting it on.
I kind of want to go check if all my stuff works still. But if I give it up now, then X will think I'm a whore. I'll wait until tomorrow, like I said.
Wow, my head it completely in the wrong place. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Okay, Sam.
Oh, I hate her!
"How are we going to kill her!?" I screamed. X hushed me.
"Not so loud, my parents will get involved." He said.
"Sorry." I said instantly getting quiet.
"It's okay." He say back down. "Well, where does she live?"
"I thought she lived over there." I pointed out the window into his back yard.
"No, Jess. No one has lived there in weeks."
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, the guy who lived there was murdered..." He cocked his head to the side. "Wait a minute." I understood where he was going.
"It was Sam!" I shouted again and quickly clamped my hands around my mouth. "Sorry."
"It may have been, if she's as crazy as you say she is."
"Oh, she is. Trust me." I assured him.
"We could always use that as a fall back." He said.
"What?"
"We could just say that she intended to kill us. No one would know, right?"
"I guess you're on to something." I said.
"So, what is the game plan, Jessica?" He asked.
"Let's go over there and try to find some clues."
"What the fuck, Nancy Drew?" He started laughing.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, that's just always something people say in books or movies," He paused. "Or TV shows. I've never heard anyone say it in real life before."
"And just how many zombie do you really know?" I asked. He paused, his smile sundered from his face.
"Good point." He stood up and offered me his hand. "Let's do this." I grabbed it and we walked out of his room.
-Sir Jestro
Cry Clown, Cry [Part Two of Five]
I slept in the sewers last evening where I found the first magical creature since my arrival to London. He was a Treant, or an Ent as they are referred to in other regions. His name was Willow-Saki. He was an old, very wise, Treant. Although he held an almost boundless amount of wisdom, he was a smart ass.
But he did give me an item that I hope will come in handy during my adventures. He gave me a rod, but as I grasped it, it transformed [as if by magic] into an umbrella.
Willow-Saki told me to use this as a weapon. He said that it would push back anyone, and he put a lot of inflection on the word anyone.
He told me to leave, told me to go out and fight for the clowns, to fight for all the magical creatures. So I left.
I crawled out of the sewer and continued to look for any sort of help. Any kind of rebel group with the same intentions as mine.
It was difficult, wandering around during the day, to disguise myself. I would often get looks from soldiers, but I knew that they would never do anything in broad daylight. However, I knew they would try to take me out if the opportunity presented itself. Which it did.
I turned around a corner in a slum area of the city and ended up in an aborted alley way. Three soldiers followed me, I heard them speaking, I detest human dialect. Their tongues are so primitive and disgusting. They start to chuckle behind me, as if they get their kicks from killing my kind. This atrocity plunges me into an abyss of hatred and anger. I can feel the sorrow of every dead clown pulling me into darkness.
I start to cry.
I hunch over and weep. The tears fall onto the soot covered bricks and I can see my purpose clearly. I will make humans fear clowns, forever. They will tell stories of how the clowns would eat their brains and torment their children, they'll cry up to their voiceless gods and beg for restful sleep, and I will laugh.
I will laugh more than any clown who has ever lived.
One of the soldiers touches my back, he grabs my shoulder and spins me around. I open my umbrella and a gust of wind shoots him backward into one of the walls of the alley way. When he hits the bricks his bones shoot through his flesh and he screams. The other two draw their pistols. I open my umbrella again and it sends them flying out of the alley way. I run over to one of them and slam the pointed top of my umbrella into his belly and run it up through his chest and tear it out of his throat. I kneel down and grasp his head. I open my mouth wide, like a snake preparing to eat an egg. My tentacles reveal themselves. I clamp down onto his skull and my powerful jaw cracks it open. My tentacles dig into the brain, scooping all of it out. I even take his eyes with me.
The remaining soldier looks at me, horrified. My face dripping his comrade's blood onto the soot covered bricks. His mouth drops as he watches my tentacles retreat back into my mouth. He panics and starts crawling backwards. I walk calmly over to him and grab him.
"Tell your superiors I will eat ever last one of them." I tell him and throw him to the ground. He runs off, hysterically.
-Sir Jestro
But he did give me an item that I hope will come in handy during my adventures. He gave me a rod, but as I grasped it, it transformed [as if by magic] into an umbrella.
Willow-Saki told me to use this as a weapon. He said that it would push back anyone, and he put a lot of inflection on the word anyone.
He told me to leave, told me to go out and fight for the clowns, to fight for all the magical creatures. So I left.
I crawled out of the sewer and continued to look for any sort of help. Any kind of rebel group with the same intentions as mine.
It was difficult, wandering around during the day, to disguise myself. I would often get looks from soldiers, but I knew that they would never do anything in broad daylight. However, I knew they would try to take me out if the opportunity presented itself. Which it did.
I turned around a corner in a slum area of the city and ended up in an aborted alley way. Three soldiers followed me, I heard them speaking, I detest human dialect. Their tongues are so primitive and disgusting. They start to chuckle behind me, as if they get their kicks from killing my kind. This atrocity plunges me into an abyss of hatred and anger. I can feel the sorrow of every dead clown pulling me into darkness.
I start to cry.
I hunch over and weep. The tears fall onto the soot covered bricks and I can see my purpose clearly. I will make humans fear clowns, forever. They will tell stories of how the clowns would eat their brains and torment their children, they'll cry up to their voiceless gods and beg for restful sleep, and I will laugh.
I will laugh more than any clown who has ever lived.
One of the soldiers touches my back, he grabs my shoulder and spins me around. I open my umbrella and a gust of wind shoots him backward into one of the walls of the alley way. When he hits the bricks his bones shoot through his flesh and he screams. The other two draw their pistols. I open my umbrella again and it sends them flying out of the alley way. I run over to one of them and slam the pointed top of my umbrella into his belly and run it up through his chest and tear it out of his throat. I kneel down and grasp his head. I open my mouth wide, like a snake preparing to eat an egg. My tentacles reveal themselves. I clamp down onto his skull and my powerful jaw cracks it open. My tentacles dig into the brain, scooping all of it out. I even take his eyes with me.
The remaining soldier looks at me, horrified. My face dripping his comrade's blood onto the soot covered bricks. His mouth drops as he watches my tentacles retreat back into my mouth. He panics and starts crawling backwards. I walk calmly over to him and grab him.
"Tell your superiors I will eat ever last one of them." I tell him and throw him to the ground. He runs off, hysterically.
-Sir Jestro
Strangers Wearing Makeup: Chapter Nine [Mountains To Climb]
I couldn't think straight. It was starting to feel like my world was coming apart at the seams. I don't understand what's going on.
So I make my way to Cott's Town.
"Gus, what the fuck are you doing here?" Christina asks when I come in.
"I don't know. My feet lead me here." I replied.
"Well, have them lead you someplace else, yeah?"
"Christina, please." I ask, some asshole scoffs. Christina looks at me with confused eyes.
"Alright, Gus."
"Thank you, so much." I said. I sat down at one of the booths and put my head on the cold wooden table. I breathed long and deeply for a while, trying to calm myself. Juts when I thought I had I looked up and watched the dancer. She was frozen in an awkward stance, her skin as white as plaster. I felt my stomach drop and I ran to the bathroom. I felt the first sudden jolt of vomit shoot up my throat, it burned on it's way up. I clasped my hand over my mouth and held my mouth shut until I reached the bathroom. I didn't quite make it to the sink, or the toilet. The chunks on tiny ground vomit exploded through my fingers and down the side of my mouth. It fell on the floor and all over the sink. I lunged toward the sink and opened my mouth. A huge wave of it rushed from my mouth and splashed into the sink. A few more waves passed through me.
I felt better, now lying curled in a ball next to one of the urinals. I managed to clam myself down, until I looked at my mess and saw what I had vomited up.
Nothing but sleeping pills. Mountains of half chewed sleeping pills, all slimy from my digestive acids and saliva.
Mountains and mountains of sleeping pills, the same kind I killed Thomas Anderson with.
-Sir jestro
So I make my way to Cott's Town.
"Gus, what the fuck are you doing here?" Christina asks when I come in.
"I don't know. My feet lead me here." I replied.
"Well, have them lead you someplace else, yeah?"
"Christina, please." I ask, some asshole scoffs. Christina looks at me with confused eyes.
"Alright, Gus."
"Thank you, so much." I said. I sat down at one of the booths and put my head on the cold wooden table. I breathed long and deeply for a while, trying to calm myself. Juts when I thought I had I looked up and watched the dancer. She was frozen in an awkward stance, her skin as white as plaster. I felt my stomach drop and I ran to the bathroom. I felt the first sudden jolt of vomit shoot up my throat, it burned on it's way up. I clasped my hand over my mouth and held my mouth shut until I reached the bathroom. I didn't quite make it to the sink, or the toilet. The chunks on tiny ground vomit exploded through my fingers and down the side of my mouth. It fell on the floor and all over the sink. I lunged toward the sink and opened my mouth. A huge wave of it rushed from my mouth and splashed into the sink. A few more waves passed through me.
I felt better, now lying curled in a ball next to one of the urinals. I managed to clam myself down, until I looked at my mess and saw what I had vomited up.
Nothing but sleeping pills. Mountains of half chewed sleeping pills, all slimy from my digestive acids and saliva.
Mountains and mountains of sleeping pills, the same kind I killed Thomas Anderson with.
-Sir jestro
Sunday, August 16, 2009
SiniFLAME and SiniSTAR vs Ω and 김재민
"An attack on one, is an attack on all." 김재민 said as he cracked his neck.
"Yeah, you two fuckin' fags picked the wrong crew to fuck with." Ω said.
This remark made SiniSTAR laugh...out loud.
"If you two are anything like you two counterparts, then I admire your ego." SiniSTAR said as he stated pacing in front of them, his brother standing behind him. "You must be the Greek one they speak so...highly of."
"Yeah, I'm the Prince." Ω said adjusting his crotch.
"I imagined you to be fatter. And less ugly."
"Fuck off." Ω said, his feelings hurt.
"Well, we were informed that [Nightmare Jestro] was the most powerful, and we took care of him pretty easily, didn't we, brother?" SiniSTAR asked. SiniFLAME grunted in approval.
"Pssh, bitch please! Read SFG 2 before you start making all these wild accusations!" 김재민 shouted. This too, made SiniSTAR chuckle.
"You folks and that fourth wall of yours, don't you have any respect for it?" He asked.
"Bitch, your voice annoys me!" Ω screamed. "Let's just fucking do this already!"
"As you wish, Ω." SiniSTAR said.
"[Jestro], hit it!" Ω says. They all look over at [Nightmare Jestro] sitting next to the chard remains of **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**. He closes his eyes and two giant speakers extend from his back like folded wings and begin playing "Eyeless" by Slipknot.
"Now we're ready." Ω says lighting a cigarette with his beam katana. Then 김재민 revealed a red double pointed spear.
"That's new." SiniFLAME said.
"Yeah, I found this on our latest adventure, it's called The Lance of Longinus." 김재민 said. "Prepare to get fucked." Then he and Ω both charged at the remaining SiniBROTHERS. SiniFLAME shoots two massive streams of liquid fire at them, they jumped through them and landed on the two huge suits of armor. SiniSTAR's jets took of, sending he and Ω flying closely above the ground. Ω elbowed continuously the massively armored suit in the back of the neck, presumably a weak area on suits made of armor. SiniSTAR started squeezing Ω tightly as they flew just above the grass of Pompey City Park.
"You're fat, you're crushing me!" Ω screamed. Then he took his beam katana and stabbed it into SiniSTAR's back. SiniSTAR screamed and the two of them crashed into the ground, skidding roughly against the declining grass fields.
김재민 slammed down onto SiniFLAME's chest, sending the huge suit crashing onto his back. He started smashing the blunt end of his lance into SiniFLAME's neck. With each smashing blow the armor dented a little bit more and within seconds blood started spraying out. SiniFLAME screamed finally managed to roll his suit over and shoot a stream of fire at 김재민, who simply spun The Lance of Longinus, exhausting the flame.
"You'll have to do better than that." 김재민 said with a smirk. SiniFLAME another stream of liquid fire at 김재민 but this time he jumped to his feet and charged at the small 김재민. He dove and body smashed 김재민, but 김재민 planted both feet onto SiniFLAME's chest just before they crashed, heavily on his back.
"Try fighting with a broken back, you fucking Chink!" This racial slur enraged 김재민.
"I'm Korean you fucking flaming bag of shit!"
"Then do something about it, bitch boy!" SiniFLAME laughed hysterically. He knew he had the upper hand as long as 김재민 was underneath the weight of his suit.
"Fuck, learn how to fly!" Ω said getting to his feet. He charged at SiniSTAR who still remained face down on the grass. SiniSTAR heard Ω running so he turned his jets back on and skidded against the grass, out of the way of Ω's first strike.
"Stop running, you're the one in the fucking suit of armor, bitch!" Ω shouted. This enraged SiniSTAR. "I'll give you the chance to stand up, because I know you and your brothers are fucking turtles when you're on your backs."
"I have never had my penis anywhere near a turtle! You're sick man!" SiniSTAR said getting to his feet.
"No, I meant..." Ω stopped himself. "Fuck it, I don't even care." SiniSTAR started laughing. "What's so damn funny?" Ω asked.
"All you have is that lousy beam katana. How do you expect to kill me with that...I am SiniSTAR!" He screamed.
"The Force." Ω said lighting another cigarette.
"The Force? Oh, come on!" SiniSTAR shouted.
"Oh, don't even give me that shit, I used the force in season one, so you can go back and re-read SFG before you even start bitching." Ω said.
"This is bullshit!" SiniSTAR shouted.
"Fuck you, Mr. I only lived for two chapters. If you remember correctly I didn't even bust my beam katana until chapter three [part two] so you can suck a fat one!"
"Fuck it. Fine. Let's just do this already!" SiniSTAR shouted as he started charging, like a line-backer to Ω.
Ω threw his beam katana at SiniSTAR who smacked it away like it was pencil. Ω still stood calmly as the powerhouse, SiniSTAR got closer and closer.
"LEERROOYY JENNKKIINNSSS!!!" SiniSTAR screamed just as he was going to shoulder smash Ω. But the second before he could, Ω side flipped like The Apprentice [Soul Caliber, beeyatch!]. Ω extended his arm, and his beam katana flew back into his hand. SiniSTAR turned around in a large circle, as to not lose any momentum. Ω braced himself, plating both feet on the ground and holding his free hand out in front of him.
"Get the fuck off of me!" 김재민 screamed at SiniFLAME, who continued to laugh, his blood dripping onto 김재민. "I don't want your fucking AIDS! Now..GET...OFF!" With that he pushed with all of his might and launched SiniFLAME into the air [I guess all those squats paid off, huh?]. 김재민 rolled to his left just as SiniFLAME crashed into the earth next to him. 김재민 grabbed The Lance of Longinus and stabbed it into SiniFLAME's back. SiniFLAME screamed and shout a giant cloud of fire from his chest, it launched him to his feet.
"Now I'm pissed!" He screamed.
"Fuck!" 김재민 said in awe. SiniFLAME started running towards him, still penetrated through the chest. 김재민 held his ground and as SiniFLAME plunged at him, he jumped onto SiniFLAME's chest. He planted both hands on The Lance of Longius and rolled with SiniFLAME, ripping the lance out of his chest. As they rolled he kicked him, sending SiniFLAME flying through the air. SiniFLAME screamed as the world spun around him. 김재민 took aim and time seemed to slow down. He wound up and the two points of the lance spun around on themselves, like one giant Tim Burton point. As the lance left his hand it broke the sound barrier. It shot through SiniFLAME, again and tore a hole in him. The rest of his body followed the lance concaving in on itself and tearing out the other side, inside out. The Lance of Longinus as well as the rest of SiniFLAME shot far into the sky, never to return again.
SiniSTAR ran towards Ω, smacking a man who was running with his dog, out of his way. SiniSTAR lunged into the air, jets going off on his feet [Think IRON MAN fight on the freeway] he slammed down on top of Ω. Ω raised his hand and stopped SiniSTAR.
"WAIT!" He screamed. "I'm getting a text...PSYCHE!!" Then he force pushed SiniSTAR backwards. He charged as SiniSTAR flew through the air.
DJ Machete plays "Castaway" by Benassi Bros.
Ω lunged into the air just as SiniSTAR's jets went off. Ω grabbed hold of SiniSTAR as they ascended into the sky. SiniSTAR spun around, a maneuver easy for him to maintain control during, but Ω on the other hand started getting motion sickness. He held on tight, like a scared child on a roller coaster.
"Enough is enough!" He screamed. "I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!"
"What are you talking about!?" SiniSTAR screamed with a laugh.
"This one's for my boy's gee-eff, **SuPeRfUkInGbItCh**!" Ω screamed and slammed his beam katana into SiniSTAR's primary jet. An explosion closely followed. Ω leaped of of SiniSTAR, who plummeted rapidly towards the earth.
"Dude, why didn't you just kill those two, I mean they killed **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**." 김재민 asked [Nightmare Jestro] as they both watched SiniSTAR and Ω fall from the sky.
"Soul...left...body...mine too..." [Nightmare Jestro] said. "Together as one." He put his hands together and crossed his fingers.
"Oh, I see." 김재민 said, confused.
Ω chucked his beam katana at SiniSTAR. It sliced off one of his arms, and another explosion...exploded from his back.
"AHHHHHH!!" He screamed as his body caught fire. Ω folded his body, like a pencil and flew towards SiniSTAR. Just as the two of them were about to hit the earth Ω opend himself up and grabbed his fists, making one large double fist and Ω smashed SiniSTAR into the earth. A giant crash tore into the ground. 김재민 stared at the crater waiting for a figure to appear from the dust and smoke, and one did. It was Ω, his Ray-Bands that he got from France were gone, he must have lost them in the fall. He looked down at SiniSTAR, who was still alive.
"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" Ω asked SiniSTAR. Ω smiled, he leaned in close to SiniSTAR. "Hey, wanna see something really scary?" Just then his beam katana fell into SiniSTAR's chest, from the sky. SiniSTAR screamed and Ω grabbed the beam katana. He swung it and sliced SiniSTAR into two piece, the suit just and explode..you know, it HAD to. ^_^
Ω started walking out of the crater when ANOTHER huge suit of armor smashed into the earth. Ω turned to face it, but just as he did the suit shot, with a huge three barrel cannon, and tore off Ω's arm.
"My arm!" He screamed as he fell to the ground.
"It's not yours anymore." Omicron said.
-Sir Jestro
"Yeah, you two fuckin' fags picked the wrong crew to fuck with." Ω said.
This remark made SiniSTAR laugh...out loud.
"If you two are anything like you two counterparts, then I admire your ego." SiniSTAR said as he stated pacing in front of them, his brother standing behind him. "You must be the Greek one they speak so...highly of."
"Yeah, I'm the Prince." Ω said adjusting his crotch.
"I imagined you to be fatter. And less ugly."
"Fuck off." Ω said, his feelings hurt.
"Well, we were informed that [Nightmare Jestro] was the most powerful, and we took care of him pretty easily, didn't we, brother?" SiniSTAR asked. SiniFLAME grunted in approval.
"Pssh, bitch please! Read SFG 2 before you start making all these wild accusations!" 김재민 shouted. This too, made SiniSTAR chuckle.
"You folks and that fourth wall of yours, don't you have any respect for it?" He asked.
"Bitch, your voice annoys me!" Ω screamed. "Let's just fucking do this already!"
"As you wish, Ω." SiniSTAR said.
"[Jestro], hit it!" Ω says. They all look over at [Nightmare Jestro] sitting next to the chard remains of **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**. He closes his eyes and two giant speakers extend from his back like folded wings and begin playing "Eyeless" by Slipknot.
"Now we're ready." Ω says lighting a cigarette with his beam katana. Then 김재민 revealed a red double pointed spear.
"That's new." SiniFLAME said.
"Yeah, I found this on our latest adventure, it's called The Lance of Longinus." 김재민 said. "Prepare to get fucked." Then he and Ω both charged at the remaining SiniBROTHERS. SiniFLAME shoots two massive streams of liquid fire at them, they jumped through them and landed on the two huge suits of armor. SiniSTAR's jets took of, sending he and Ω flying closely above the ground. Ω elbowed continuously the massively armored suit in the back of the neck, presumably a weak area on suits made of armor. SiniSTAR started squeezing Ω tightly as they flew just above the grass of Pompey City Park.
"You're fat, you're crushing me!" Ω screamed. Then he took his beam katana and stabbed it into SiniSTAR's back. SiniSTAR screamed and the two of them crashed into the ground, skidding roughly against the declining grass fields.
김재민 slammed down onto SiniFLAME's chest, sending the huge suit crashing onto his back. He started smashing the blunt end of his lance into SiniFLAME's neck. With each smashing blow the armor dented a little bit more and within seconds blood started spraying out. SiniFLAME screamed finally managed to roll his suit over and shoot a stream of fire at 김재민, who simply spun The Lance of Longinus, exhausting the flame.
"You'll have to do better than that." 김재민 said with a smirk. SiniFLAME another stream of liquid fire at 김재민 but this time he jumped to his feet and charged at the small 김재민. He dove and body smashed 김재민, but 김재민 planted both feet onto SiniFLAME's chest just before they crashed, heavily on his back.
"Try fighting with a broken back, you fucking Chink!" This racial slur enraged 김재민.
"I'm Korean you fucking flaming bag of shit!"
"Then do something about it, bitch boy!" SiniFLAME laughed hysterically. He knew he had the upper hand as long as 김재민 was underneath the weight of his suit.
"Fuck, learn how to fly!" Ω said getting to his feet. He charged at SiniSTAR who still remained face down on the grass. SiniSTAR heard Ω running so he turned his jets back on and skidded against the grass, out of the way of Ω's first strike.
"Stop running, you're the one in the fucking suit of armor, bitch!" Ω shouted. This enraged SiniSTAR. "I'll give you the chance to stand up, because I know you and your brothers are fucking turtles when you're on your backs."
"I have never had my penis anywhere near a turtle! You're sick man!" SiniSTAR said getting to his feet.
"No, I meant..." Ω stopped himself. "Fuck it, I don't even care." SiniSTAR started laughing. "What's so damn funny?" Ω asked.
"All you have is that lousy beam katana. How do you expect to kill me with that...I am SiniSTAR!" He screamed.
"The Force." Ω said lighting another cigarette.
"The Force? Oh, come on!" SiniSTAR shouted.
"Oh, don't even give me that shit, I used the force in season one, so you can go back and re-read SFG before you even start bitching." Ω said.
"This is bullshit!" SiniSTAR shouted.
"Fuck you, Mr. I only lived for two chapters. If you remember correctly I didn't even bust my beam katana until chapter three [part two] so you can suck a fat one!"
"Fuck it. Fine. Let's just do this already!" SiniSTAR shouted as he started charging, like a line-backer to Ω.
Ω threw his beam katana at SiniSTAR who smacked it away like it was pencil. Ω still stood calmly as the powerhouse, SiniSTAR got closer and closer.
"LEERROOYY JENNKKIINNSSS!!!" SiniSTAR screamed just as he was going to shoulder smash Ω. But the second before he could, Ω side flipped like The Apprentice [Soul Caliber, beeyatch!]. Ω extended his arm, and his beam katana flew back into his hand. SiniSTAR turned around in a large circle, as to not lose any momentum. Ω braced himself, plating both feet on the ground and holding his free hand out in front of him.
"Get the fuck off of me!" 김재민 screamed at SiniFLAME, who continued to laugh, his blood dripping onto 김재민. "I don't want your fucking AIDS! Now..GET...OFF!" With that he pushed with all of his might and launched SiniFLAME into the air [I guess all those squats paid off, huh?]. 김재민 rolled to his left just as SiniFLAME crashed into the earth next to him. 김재민 grabbed The Lance of Longinus and stabbed it into SiniFLAME's back. SiniFLAME screamed and shout a giant cloud of fire from his chest, it launched him to his feet.
"Now I'm pissed!" He screamed.
"Fuck!" 김재민 said in awe. SiniFLAME started running towards him, still penetrated through the chest. 김재민 held his ground and as SiniFLAME plunged at him, he jumped onto SiniFLAME's chest. He planted both hands on The Lance of Longius and rolled with SiniFLAME, ripping the lance out of his chest. As they rolled he kicked him, sending SiniFLAME flying through the air. SiniFLAME screamed as the world spun around him. 김재민 took aim and time seemed to slow down. He wound up and the two points of the lance spun around on themselves, like one giant Tim Burton point. As the lance left his hand it broke the sound barrier. It shot through SiniFLAME, again and tore a hole in him. The rest of his body followed the lance concaving in on itself and tearing out the other side, inside out. The Lance of Longinus as well as the rest of SiniFLAME shot far into the sky, never to return again.
SiniSTAR ran towards Ω, smacking a man who was running with his dog, out of his way. SiniSTAR lunged into the air, jets going off on his feet [Think IRON MAN fight on the freeway] he slammed down on top of Ω. Ω raised his hand and stopped SiniSTAR.
"WAIT!" He screamed. "I'm getting a text...PSYCHE!!" Then he force pushed SiniSTAR backwards. He charged as SiniSTAR flew through the air.
DJ Machete plays "Castaway" by Benassi Bros.
Ω lunged into the air just as SiniSTAR's jets went off. Ω grabbed hold of SiniSTAR as they ascended into the sky. SiniSTAR spun around, a maneuver easy for him to maintain control during, but Ω on the other hand started getting motion sickness. He held on tight, like a scared child on a roller coaster.
"Enough is enough!" He screamed. "I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!"
"What are you talking about!?" SiniSTAR screamed with a laugh.
"This one's for my boy's gee-eff, **SuPeRfUkInGbItCh**!" Ω screamed and slammed his beam katana into SiniSTAR's primary jet. An explosion closely followed. Ω leaped of of SiniSTAR, who plummeted rapidly towards the earth.
"Dude, why didn't you just kill those two, I mean they killed **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**." 김재민 asked [Nightmare Jestro] as they both watched SiniSTAR and Ω fall from the sky.
"Soul...left...body...mine too..." [Nightmare Jestro] said. "Together as one." He put his hands together and crossed his fingers.
"Oh, I see." 김재민 said, confused.
Ω chucked his beam katana at SiniSTAR. It sliced off one of his arms, and another explosion...exploded from his back.
"AHHHHHH!!" He screamed as his body caught fire. Ω folded his body, like a pencil and flew towards SiniSTAR. Just as the two of them were about to hit the earth Ω opend himself up and grabbed his fists, making one large double fist and Ω smashed SiniSTAR into the earth. A giant crash tore into the ground. 김재민 stared at the crater waiting for a figure to appear from the dust and smoke, and one did. It was Ω, his Ray-Bands that he got from France were gone, he must have lost them in the fall. He looked down at SiniSTAR, who was still alive.
"Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" Ω asked SiniSTAR. Ω smiled, he leaned in close to SiniSTAR. "Hey, wanna see something really scary?" Just then his beam katana fell into SiniSTAR's chest, from the sky. SiniSTAR screamed and Ω grabbed the beam katana. He swung it and sliced SiniSTAR into two piece, the suit just and explode..you know, it HAD to. ^_^
Ω started walking out of the crater when ANOTHER huge suit of armor smashed into the earth. Ω turned to face it, but just as he did the suit shot, with a huge three barrel cannon, and tore off Ω's arm.
"My arm!" He screamed as he fell to the ground.
"It's not yours anymore." Omicron said.
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter One [Part One]
DJ Machete plays Goodbye Horses by Q Lazzarus.
"Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard." Ω whispers in the ear of an intoxicated young woman sitting next to him in a shitty hole-in-the-wall bar on the corner of Nothing rd. and Ghost st.
"I'm a lesbian. How many times do I have to say that to you?" She replies, her words slurred together in sloppy succession.
"It's just sex baby!" He says to her. She thinks to herself, one eye flickering.
"Well, if it's just sex then..."
"Fuck yeah! Gonna lose that V-card!" Ω screams in unrivaled joy. He jumps to his feet and takes her by the wrist. He leads her outside.
"Okay, I'm ready." She says placing both her hands on the hood of his car and slightly lifting one of her legs, trying to make her ass more appealing. Ω walks up and slides her underwear down to her ankles and lifts her jean skirt up. Then he begins.
As he slams into the intoxicated lesbian her breath begins to fog up the exterior of his windshield. Ω glances at the glass and sees his name written on it. He looks more intently at the windshield, as more of the message is revealed.
DJ Machete doesn't play The Jonas Brothers, but instead plays "Metamorphosis: Metamorphosis One" by Philip Glass. Some things change, some don't. Our three heroes have been torn apart, [Sir_Jestro] is dead. He lies six feet underground, buried beneath a bouquet of pink orchids. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** sits on her bed, taking a break from reading "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" a book given to her by none other than the deceased [Jestro]. She sits up and walks out of her room, as she progresses to the kitchen to eat some left over Alberto's she got the night before she sees her sister sitting on the living room couch, watching TV.
"What're you watching?" She asks.
"Don't worry about it." Her sister replies.
"ZOMG, Summer! Why're you so ugly?" She asks.
"You're fuckin' mom's ugly!" Her sister replies.
**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** sits down next to her sister. The news reporter, who bears an uncanny resemblance to **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** speaks.
"Yes, that's right Tom. Someone broke into The Pompey City Marjorie Oleary Memorial Cemetery. They tore up only one grave, who's name will not be released at this time. They also devastatingly destroyed nearly every tombstone in the cemetery. Officials are calling it an act of passion and urge residents to remain calm. The assailant will be apprehended. This is Bella Hernandez on Channel 3, ATTIC News."
"The world's going to hell." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says as she gets to her feet and walks into the kitchen.
"What're you talking about, retard?" Her sister asks.
"Nothing, bitch. Forget it."
One minute and twenty seconds later **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** takes her reheated burrito into her room.
"One unread text message." Her phone says. She avoids reading it for a while, for reasons unknown. She had nothing else to do, I suppose she just wanted to be a bitch.
Twenty minutes later she picks up her phone to read the text and instantly drops it when she reads the text.
The text was from [Jestro].
Barney: Ted, tonight we're gonna go out. We're gonna meet some ladies, it's gonna be *legendary*. Phone-five!
[slaps cell-phone]
Barney: You didn't phone-five, did you?
[pause]
Barney: I know when you don't phone-five, Ted.
"Hahahahaha!" 김재민 laughs. "I fuckin' love this show!" He screams to himself as he sits on his couch, alone.
Then his sister emerged from the upstairs balcony, she peeked her head over and shouted down.
"Be quite, I have school in the morning." Then she disappeared into the darkness.
Then his mother appeared from the same spot and shouted down.
"Benjia, you need to be quiet, Julie has school in the morning."
"Mom, I'm not even being loud!" He shouts back.
"Okay, but be quiet, Julie has school in the morning."
"Yeah, you already said that." He shouts back. Then she too disappears into the darkness leaving 김재민 alone once again.
"Fuck!" He says to himself and looks down at his phone. Nothing.
Then he looks back at his TV, he watches the show, but now he's in a sour mood because of his mom and sister. The show goes black for a second [for a commercial break, but since it's a DVD it just goes black] . In that second he sees, in the reflection of the TV himself, sitting on the couch. Then he jumps out of his skin when he also sees a reflection of [Jestro] sitting next to him. He looks at the couch. Nothing. He runs to the bathroom because he may have shat his pants.
C41212105 gets off work from Trader Hoes. He walks to his car, unlocks it, and gets inside. He turns the car on and DJ Machete plays "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie. C41212105 enjoys this song and decides to start driving very fast and dangerously through the streets of Pompey. C41212105 decides to get even more crazy, and starts driving on the opposite side of the road.
"I'm alive!" He screams loudly as he zig-zags in between oncoming traffic. A whiz of blaring car horns fly past his ears. Then he sees someone walk across the street. He slams his hand on his horn, to alert the pedestrian to get the fuck out of the way.
The figure turns to face C41212105 and in an instant he realizes who it is, just as I'm sure you do too.
It's [Jestro] standing there with his suit fully wrapped around his body. C41212105 slams on his brakes and swerves to a skidding stop. He sets his head down against the top of his steering wheel for a few seconds trying to catch his breath and slow his heart rate down. He looks back the the road and doesn't see [Jestro] anywhere.
"What the fuck? Did someone put something in those brownies I had for lunch?" He says aloud. Then he got on his cell phone and called Ω.
"Hey, what do you want, Sailor?" Ω asked.
"Dude, I'm fucking tripping balls right now!" C41212105 screams into his bluetooth.
"Whoa calm down, bitch-boy before I kick your ass." Ω says calmly.
"You couldn't kick my ass, Ω. I've been working out." C41212105 says.
"Yeah, so what did you want?"
"Meet me at the LAN center in thirty, kay?" C41212105 asks.
"Fine, and there I'm kicking your ass." Ω says.
"You couldn't kick my ass if it fell on your foot." C41212105 says with a chuckle.
"I'd rather die than live in a world where I can't kick your ass." Ω says as he hangs up the phone.
-Sir Jestro
"Would you fuck me? I'd fuck me. I'd fuck me hard." Ω whispers in the ear of an intoxicated young woman sitting next to him in a shitty hole-in-the-wall bar on the corner of Nothing rd. and Ghost st.
"I'm a lesbian. How many times do I have to say that to you?" She replies, her words slurred together in sloppy succession.
"It's just sex baby!" He says to her. She thinks to herself, one eye flickering.
"Well, if it's just sex then..."
"Fuck yeah! Gonna lose that V-card!" Ω screams in unrivaled joy. He jumps to his feet and takes her by the wrist. He leads her outside.
"Okay, I'm ready." She says placing both her hands on the hood of his car and slightly lifting one of her legs, trying to make her ass more appealing. Ω walks up and slides her underwear down to her ankles and lifts her jean skirt up. Then he begins.
As he slams into the intoxicated lesbian her breath begins to fog up the exterior of his windshield. Ω glances at the glass and sees his name written on it. He looks more intently at the windshield, as more of the message is revealed.
"Ω, Epic Win!
-[SJ]"
DJ Machete doesn't play The Jonas Brothers, but instead plays "Metamorphosis: Metamorphosis One" by Philip Glass. Some things change, some don't. Our three heroes have been torn apart, [Sir_Jestro] is dead. He lies six feet underground, buried beneath a bouquet of pink orchids. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** sits on her bed, taking a break from reading "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" a book given to her by none other than the deceased [Jestro]. She sits up and walks out of her room, as she progresses to the kitchen to eat some left over Alberto's she got the night before she sees her sister sitting on the living room couch, watching TV.
"What're you watching?" She asks.
"Don't worry about it." Her sister replies.
"ZOMG, Summer! Why're you so ugly?" She asks.
"You're fuckin' mom's ugly!" Her sister replies.
**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** sits down next to her sister. The news reporter, who bears an uncanny resemblance to **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** speaks.
"Yes, that's right Tom. Someone broke into The Pompey City Marjorie Oleary Memorial Cemetery. They tore up only one grave, who's name will not be released at this time. They also devastatingly destroyed nearly every tombstone in the cemetery. Officials are calling it an act of passion and urge residents to remain calm. The assailant will be apprehended. This is Bella Hernandez on Channel 3, ATTIC News."
"The world's going to hell." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says as she gets to her feet and walks into the kitchen.
"What're you talking about, retard?" Her sister asks.
"Nothing, bitch. Forget it."
One minute and twenty seconds later **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** takes her reheated burrito into her room.
"One unread text message." Her phone says. She avoids reading it for a while, for reasons unknown. She had nothing else to do, I suppose she just wanted to be a bitch.
Twenty minutes later she picks up her phone to read the text and instantly drops it when she reads the text.
"I never wanted to dance..."
The text was from [Jestro].
Barney: Ted, tonight we're gonna go out. We're gonna meet some ladies, it's gonna be *legendary*. Phone-five!
[slaps cell-phone]
Barney: You didn't phone-five, did you?
[pause]
Barney: I know when you don't phone-five, Ted.
"Hahahahaha!" 김재민 laughs. "I fuckin' love this show!" He screams to himself as he sits on his couch, alone.
Then his sister emerged from the upstairs balcony, she peeked her head over and shouted down.
"Be quite, I have school in the morning." Then she disappeared into the darkness.
Then his mother appeared from the same spot and shouted down.
"Benjia, you need to be quiet, Julie has school in the morning."
"Mom, I'm not even being loud!" He shouts back.
"Okay, but be quiet, Julie has school in the morning."
"Yeah, you already said that." He shouts back. Then she too disappears into the darkness leaving 김재민 alone once again.
"Fuck!" He says to himself and looks down at his phone. Nothing.
Then he looks back at his TV, he watches the show, but now he's in a sour mood because of his mom and sister. The show goes black for a second [for a commercial break, but since it's a DVD it just goes black] . In that second he sees, in the reflection of the TV himself, sitting on the couch. Then he jumps out of his skin when he also sees a reflection of [Jestro] sitting next to him. He looks at the couch. Nothing. He runs to the bathroom because he may have shat his pants.
C41212105 gets off work from Trader Hoes. He walks to his car, unlocks it, and gets inside. He turns the car on and DJ Machete plays "More Human Than Human" by White Zombie. C41212105 enjoys this song and decides to start driving very fast and dangerously through the streets of Pompey. C41212105 decides to get even more crazy, and starts driving on the opposite side of the road.
"I'm alive!" He screams loudly as he zig-zags in between oncoming traffic. A whiz of blaring car horns fly past his ears. Then he sees someone walk across the street. He slams his hand on his horn, to alert the pedestrian to get the fuck out of the way.
The figure turns to face C41212105 and in an instant he realizes who it is, just as I'm sure you do too.
It's [Jestro] standing there with his suit fully wrapped around his body. C41212105 slams on his brakes and swerves to a skidding stop. He sets his head down against the top of his steering wheel for a few seconds trying to catch his breath and slow his heart rate down. He looks back the the road and doesn't see [Jestro] anywhere.
"What the fuck? Did someone put something in those brownies I had for lunch?" He says aloud. Then he got on his cell phone and called Ω.
"Hey, what do you want, Sailor?" Ω asked.
"Dude, I'm fucking tripping balls right now!" C41212105 screams into his bluetooth.
"Whoa calm down, bitch-boy before I kick your ass." Ω says calmly.
"You couldn't kick my ass, Ω. I've been working out." C41212105 says.
"Yeah, so what did you want?"
"Meet me at the LAN center in thirty, kay?" C41212105 asks.
"Fine, and there I'm kicking your ass." Ω says.
"You couldn't kick my ass if it fell on your foot." C41212105 says with a chuckle.
"I'd rather die than live in a world where I can't kick your ass." Ω says as he hangs up the phone.
-Sir Jestro
Friday, August 14, 2009
SiniSWORD vs **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**
As SiniSWORD walked away from the two dead bodies she felt something tug on her ankle. She stopped and looked down, she saw tight silver thread wrapped tightly around her skin tight black pants.
"No!" She screamed as the thread wrapped more tightly around her flesh, slicing her ankle into bloody little pieces. She fell to the ground screaming in pain.
"You fucking bitch!" She screamed as **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** walked in front of her. "You cut off my foot!"
"I'm sorry." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said in a very dry and menacing tone. "But if memory serves, YOU just killed my boyfriend."
"Yeah, who just killed my heart!" SiniSWORD screamed holding the stump where her foot used to be.
"Boo-hoo." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said in a mocking voice. "Now get up and let's finish this."
SiniSWORD rolled over to Enzo's dead body and grabbed his energy sword and shoved it into her leg. She screamed and stood up. One leg now an energy sword, she resembled Cherry Darling.
SiniSWORD drew her beam katana as DJ Machete played Map of the Problematique by Muse. The purple light radiated against her white flesh.
"Are you ready?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked impatiently.
"I was born ready, cunt." SiniSWORD replied.
"Kay, good." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said. She lowered her head and bit her lip. She sprinted towards SiniSWORD who stood motionless. In a flash a cortosis suit jutted out of her clothes and enveloped her body, similar to how [Jestro]'s suit works. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** ran past SiniSWORD tossing a few silver string around her. The strings wrapped tightly against the cortosis. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** squeezed tightly, but nothing happened.
"Stupid bitch." SiniSWORD said turning around to face **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**. "That won't cut through my new cortosis suit. Didn't you learn anything from [Jestro] he helped design these suits."
"Yeah, he mentioned something about an EMP or something like that." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said.
SiniSWORD felt a pang of fear stab her in the stomach.
"You wouldn't." She said.
"I dunno, I might. But I'm in a good mood, so I think I'll fight fair." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said tossing the silver string on the ground. She walked over to [Jestro] dead body. She knelt down and whispered in his ear.
"Au revoir mon amour."
"Can we hurry this up, please?" SiniSWORD asked starring at **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**'s back. Just then **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** jumps and rolls on her side firing two glok 18s at SiniSWORD. SiniSWORD deflects them with her beam katana, like a champ. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** scurries behind a tree, for cover.
"Is that all you've got, Liz?" SiniSWORD asked pacing.
"IDK, Bree." She shouts from behind the tree. "But you know what the best part about dating your best friend who happens to be a super genius is?"
"What?" SiniSWORD asks.
"I know pretty much everything he knows." Then **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** jumps out from the tree covered in a smaller version of [Jestro]'s suit. Much, much smaller.
"Ah, shit! Why is it, everyone from the SFG crew have boundless amounts of ammunition for battle?" SiniSWORD asks.
"Haven't you watched "Dead Leaves"?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks.
"Yeah, why?"
"Have you read SFG 2 yet?"
"No, why?"
"Ugh, I'm not good at telling stories. But something about the mutated gene cluster from Retro and Pandy, IDK Ryan told me once." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said.
"Oh, yeah. I get it. That's one of Carlos' favorite movies too." SiniSWORD said.
"So, are we gonna keep fighting, or...?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks.
"Eh, yeah I guess." SiniSWORD says, laughing.
"Kay." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says. She charges for SiniSWORD.
SiniSWORD slices downward at **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**, slicing through her robo-suit. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** hits the ground and screams.
"You're not very good at this whole, fighting other assassins thing, are you?" SiniSWORD asks.
"I'm not even a real assassin, duh Bree, duh!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says still on the ground, kicking her legs in pain. She curls into the fetal position.
"Tisk tisk tisk." SiniSWORD says. "I really wanted this to be a good fight. Looks like Carlos is the only good one for writing revenge stories."
"But unlike Carlos, I've got another trick up my sleeve." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says.
"Yeah, what's that?" SiniSWORD asks.
"Read Season 2." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says as she slams both arms together and transforms them into a huge cannon [think Megatron-Transformers one].
BLAM!
SiniSWORD explodes like a water balloon full of a blood and guts. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** gets to her feet and hears three thunderous thuds behind her. She turns around and sees three armored suits standing in front of her looking epic as fuck.
[How exactly does that look? You ask. Better than anything you've ever seen.]
SiniSTAR, SiniFLAME, and SiniSHIELD stand in front of her. SiniSTAR steps forward.
"RUN, RUN, RUN! COWARD!" He says as the other two surround her. She looks around and says.
"Nobody puts Baby in a corner."
-Sir Jestro
"No!" She screamed as the thread wrapped more tightly around her flesh, slicing her ankle into bloody little pieces. She fell to the ground screaming in pain.
"You fucking bitch!" She screamed as **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** walked in front of her. "You cut off my foot!"
"I'm sorry." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said in a very dry and menacing tone. "But if memory serves, YOU just killed my boyfriend."
"Yeah, who just killed my heart!" SiniSWORD screamed holding the stump where her foot used to be.
"Boo-hoo." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said in a mocking voice. "Now get up and let's finish this."
SiniSWORD rolled over to Enzo's dead body and grabbed his energy sword and shoved it into her leg. She screamed and stood up. One leg now an energy sword, she resembled Cherry Darling.
SiniSWORD drew her beam katana as DJ Machete played Map of the Problematique by Muse. The purple light radiated against her white flesh.
"Are you ready?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asked impatiently.
"I was born ready, cunt." SiniSWORD replied.
"Kay, good." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said. She lowered her head and bit her lip. She sprinted towards SiniSWORD who stood motionless. In a flash a cortosis suit jutted out of her clothes and enveloped her body, similar to how [Jestro]'s suit works. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** ran past SiniSWORD tossing a few silver string around her. The strings wrapped tightly against the cortosis. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** squeezed tightly, but nothing happened.
"Stupid bitch." SiniSWORD said turning around to face **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**. "That won't cut through my new cortosis suit. Didn't you learn anything from [Jestro] he helped design these suits."
"Yeah, he mentioned something about an EMP or something like that." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said.
SiniSWORD felt a pang of fear stab her in the stomach.
"You wouldn't." She said.
"I dunno, I might. But I'm in a good mood, so I think I'll fight fair." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said tossing the silver string on the ground. She walked over to [Jestro] dead body. She knelt down and whispered in his ear.
"Au revoir mon amour."
"Can we hurry this up, please?" SiniSWORD asked starring at **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**'s back. Just then **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** jumps and rolls on her side firing two glok 18s at SiniSWORD. SiniSWORD deflects them with her beam katana, like a champ. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** scurries behind a tree, for cover.
"Is that all you've got, Liz?" SiniSWORD asked pacing.
"IDK, Bree." She shouts from behind the tree. "But you know what the best part about dating your best friend who happens to be a super genius is?"
"What?" SiniSWORD asks.
"I know pretty much everything he knows." Then **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** jumps out from the tree covered in a smaller version of [Jestro]'s suit. Much, much smaller.
"Ah, shit! Why is it, everyone from the SFG crew have boundless amounts of ammunition for battle?" SiniSWORD asks.
"Haven't you watched "Dead Leaves"?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks.
"Yeah, why?"
"Have you read SFG 2 yet?"
"No, why?"
"Ugh, I'm not good at telling stories. But something about the mutated gene cluster from Retro and Pandy, IDK Ryan told me once." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said.
"Oh, yeah. I get it. That's one of Carlos' favorite movies too." SiniSWORD said.
"So, are we gonna keep fighting, or...?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks.
"Eh, yeah I guess." SiniSWORD says, laughing.
"Kay." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says. She charges for SiniSWORD.
SiniSWORD slices downward at **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**, slicing through her robo-suit. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** hits the ground and screams.
"You're not very good at this whole, fighting other assassins thing, are you?" SiniSWORD asks.
"I'm not even a real assassin, duh Bree, duh!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says still on the ground, kicking her legs in pain. She curls into the fetal position.
"Tisk tisk tisk." SiniSWORD says. "I really wanted this to be a good fight. Looks like Carlos is the only good one for writing revenge stories."
"But unlike Carlos, I've got another trick up my sleeve." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says.
"Yeah, what's that?" SiniSWORD asks.
"Read Season 2." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says as she slams both arms together and transforms them into a huge cannon [think Megatron-Transformers one].
BLAM!
SiniSWORD explodes like a water balloon full of a blood and guts. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** gets to her feet and hears three thunderous thuds behind her. She turns around and sees three armored suits standing in front of her looking epic as fuck.
[How exactly does that look? You ask. Better than anything you've ever seen.]
SiniSTAR, SiniFLAME, and SiniSHIELD stand in front of her. SiniSTAR steps forward.
"RUN, RUN, RUN! COWARD!" He says as the other two surround her. She looks around and says.
"Nobody puts Baby in a corner."
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Rant.
I may be coming up with the greatest story that has ever made it's way into my skewed head, I have titled it "What a Wonderful World". An ironic title, of course, but none the less affective.
Don't worry, I will--eventually return to the stories I've left unfinished. Star Force Gemini, on the other hand, rests in the hands of none other than my [best friend] Liz. When she finishes SFG season one, then I will begin writing season two.
We will all be waiting a long while, friends--it will probably be the end of August by the time she reads this. If I'm wrong I will be shocked.
I should be asleep, but I'm not tired. My brain is working too much for me to sleep at the current moment.
I have Jury Duty at eight am, I'm most likely going to miss Esteban's birthday at Disneyland, thanks to my Civil Duty.
I can almost touch it, my destination. I don't know how many times I've told them, but it feels like I'm trapped in purgatory. I'm getting cabin fever from working so much, and being surrounded by the same faces...everyday. I need a new environment. I need to find new and interesting people, and even if they're not interesting, it'll take me a few days to figure that out, at least.
I bought a new song on itunes just now. It's called "Running Up That Hill" by Placebo. It's so fucking good. You all might know it as the song from The Day Breakers trailer.
I'm inches away from beginning my new adventure; my trek to become an English teacher and a professional writer, of fiction.
I've been contemplating NOT posting anymore, I think everyone is burnt out on Jestro. That would explain the lack of comments from all of my devoted readers [I mean to imply real comments, not the ones below the posts, but the ones you'd give to me face to face]. Plus, I believe that if I were to write and rewrite and rewrite and rewrite once more before posting, they'd be perfect. Devoid of all grammatical, spelling, and continuity errors. The latter of which bothers me most. It's the hardest part about reading my old stories, I find errors and can't understand how anyone can ignore them and continue to enjoy them. But I'm anal about that sort of that stuff.
I need to finish "Strangers Wearing Makeup".
It's two in the am and I'm sure your epic walk across the parking lot has put you in a horrifically bad mood. Or maybe it's me "putting you on blast", whatever the reason--get over it, you read because you like to. Not because you like me.
You and I aren't so different after all, are we, Kupo?
I'm going to make a to-do list, and every time I accomplish one of my tasks, I'm going to take it off of the list, hopefully one day, there will be an empty post above this one.
When reading "What a Wonderful World [First Look]" be sure to listen to LLux Aeterna, by Clint Mansell, it's how it should be read.
Besides "Strangers" and "SFG2" I'm taking a break from writing, indefinitely. I want to challenge myself, I can see my skill increasing and it's thanks to my [best friend] Elizabeth, but her detachment has left me confused and disoriented. So now I'll rely on myself, I'll take my writing to a more accurate level, with extensive amounts of research.
Be sure, all of you who want to know what my head is up to, to take a look inside of my notebooks one day. You'll be amazed by the things you'll find.
I'm waiting, for you to come back.
I'm going to be waiting a very long time, aren't I?
Oh, well. I've still got books to read and movies to watch, and a world to change.
Have fun, and be safe.
^_^
-Sir Jestro
Don't worry, I will--eventually return to the stories I've left unfinished. Star Force Gemini, on the other hand, rests in the hands of none other than my [best friend] Liz. When she finishes SFG season one, then I will begin writing season two.
We will all be waiting a long while, friends--it will probably be the end of August by the time she reads this. If I'm wrong I will be shocked.
I should be asleep, but I'm not tired. My brain is working too much for me to sleep at the current moment.
I have Jury Duty at eight am, I'm most likely going to miss Esteban's birthday at Disneyland, thanks to my Civil Duty.
I can almost touch it, my destination. I don't know how many times I've told them, but it feels like I'm trapped in purgatory. I'm getting cabin fever from working so much, and being surrounded by the same faces...everyday. I need a new environment. I need to find new and interesting people, and even if they're not interesting, it'll take me a few days to figure that out, at least.
I bought a new song on itunes just now. It's called "Running Up That Hill" by Placebo. It's so fucking good. You all might know it as the song from The Day Breakers trailer.
I'm inches away from beginning my new adventure; my trek to become an English teacher and a professional writer, of fiction.
I've been contemplating NOT posting anymore, I think everyone is burnt out on Jestro. That would explain the lack of comments from all of my devoted readers [I mean to imply real comments, not the ones below the posts, but the ones you'd give to me face to face]. Plus, I believe that if I were to write and rewrite and rewrite and rewrite once more before posting, they'd be perfect. Devoid of all grammatical, spelling, and continuity errors. The latter of which bothers me most. It's the hardest part about reading my old stories, I find errors and can't understand how anyone can ignore them and continue to enjoy them. But I'm anal about that sort of that stuff.
I need to finish "Strangers Wearing Makeup".
It's two in the am and I'm sure your epic walk across the parking lot has put you in a horrifically bad mood. Or maybe it's me "putting you on blast", whatever the reason--get over it, you read because you like to. Not because you like me.
You and I aren't so different after all, are we, Kupo?
I'm going to make a to-do list, and every time I accomplish one of my tasks, I'm going to take it off of the list, hopefully one day, there will be an empty post above this one.
When reading "What a Wonderful World [First Look]" be sure to listen to LLux Aeterna, by Clint Mansell, it's how it should be read.
Besides "Strangers" and "SFG2" I'm taking a break from writing, indefinitely. I want to challenge myself, I can see my skill increasing and it's thanks to my [best friend] Elizabeth, but her detachment has left me confused and disoriented. So now I'll rely on myself, I'll take my writing to a more accurate level, with extensive amounts of research.
Be sure, all of you who want to know what my head is up to, to take a look inside of my notebooks one day. You'll be amazed by the things you'll find.
I'm waiting, for you to come back.
I'm going to be waiting a very long time, aren't I?
Oh, well. I've still got books to read and movies to watch, and a world to change.
Have fun, and be safe.
^_^
-Sir Jestro
Monday, August 10, 2009
What a Wonderful World [First Look]
"Our sun is dying.
It is taking it's last look at the galaxy that revolves around it. One last look at the planets, and the moons, and it's brothers floating off somewhere else. For millions of years we have lived because of it's light and it's warmth, but those days are numbered. We face a time none have ever faced before; we are standing in the face of destruction. Our sun is burning out, soon it will be nothing more than a cold sphere at the center of The Milky Way. Devastation will inevitably follow.
I don't expect we will last long, but that is where you come in, B-1. When our earth turns too cold for humans, animals, and plants to survive; and the sky looks down with a violent--unrelenting rage, it is up to you to go on. You will be the one great Encyclopedia of our planet. You will hold the key to rebuilding our existence.
You will be the solitary memory that there was an earth."
-Sir Jestro
It is taking it's last look at the galaxy that revolves around it. One last look at the planets, and the moons, and it's brothers floating off somewhere else. For millions of years we have lived because of it's light and it's warmth, but those days are numbered. We face a time none have ever faced before; we are standing in the face of destruction. Our sun is burning out, soon it will be nothing more than a cold sphere at the center of The Milky Way. Devastation will inevitably follow.
I don't expect we will last long, but that is where you come in, B-1. When our earth turns too cold for humans, animals, and plants to survive; and the sky looks down with a violent--unrelenting rage, it is up to you to go on. You will be the one great Encyclopedia of our planet. You will hold the key to rebuilding our existence.
You will be the solitary memory that there was an earth."
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, August 09, 2009
Watch face
10:09:36-A smiling face,
Symmetrical and gorgeous,
It catches your attention,
and you buy buy buy,
Stupid Sheeple.
8:20:00-A frowning face,
More real,
but less marketable,
Sell, sell, sell.
Stupid Sheeple.
Let's all be a 10:09:36 mood,
It takes less effort, doesn't it?
^_^
-Sir Jestro
Symmetrical and gorgeous,
It catches your attention,
and you buy buy buy,
Stupid Sheeple.
8:20:00-A frowning face,
More real,
but less marketable,
Sell, sell, sell.
Stupid Sheeple.
Let's all be a 10:09:36 mood,
It takes less effort, doesn't it?
^_^
-Sir Jestro
Wednesday, August 05, 2009
SFG 2
Looking for more SFG content?
Try these sites:
www.at-midnight-pro.blogspot.com
and
www.aznsensationben.blogspot.com
The new season of Star Force Gemini, coming soon to ATTIC Icons.
-Sir Jestro
Try these sites:
www.at-midnight-pro.blogspot.com
and
www.aznsensationben.blogspot.com
The new season of Star Force Gemini, coming soon to ATTIC Icons.
-Sir Jestro
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Star Force Gemini 2 [Interview with [Sir_Jestro]
I walk into the Boba Cafe and the first thing I register in my head is; there're a lot of cute Asian girls in here, then I see a hand waving at me. It's him, [Sir_Jestro] I almost didn't recognize him with a normal hair cut. I sit down at his small table.
"You're here early." I say.
"I always am." He says and smiles. "That's one of the reasons I was cast as [Jestro]."
"Hmmm, interesting." I say.
"Are you going to get anything?" He asks.
"I dunno, what's good?" I ask.
"The mondoo." He smiles. "And a Green Apple Slush."
"Is that what you've ordered?" I ask.
"It will be when I do order." He stands, we order, we sit back down.
"Shall we begin?" I ask.
"Certainly." He smiles.
"Alright, so what was it like coming back for another season of Star Force Gemini?"
"It was really hard, because I was also working on the film rendition of "Wednesday the Thirteenth" so juggling the two was...difficult."
"How so?" I ask.
"Well, SFG 2 is mainly an action comedy and Wednesday the Thirteenth is an artsy fantasy. Just jumping back and forth between the two became difficult at times. But I really think it helped my performance in this season."
"So is it true that you are the villain in season 2?" I ask.
"Sort of." He says.
"Can you elaborate?"
"I really can't." He says with sadness in his eyes.
"It's alright, what kinds of research did you have to do for this season?" I ask.
"Well, we all had to know a lot about Greek mythology, they play a very big role in this season."
"I've seen a leaked scene on At-Midnight-Pro that shows the SFG crew fighting your character as you try to descend to the underworld."
"Well, since you've seen the scene it isn't breaking contract if I say anything. Yeah, [Jestro] is trying to see Hades and get his..." He pauses.
"He's trying to get his soul back, we've all become aware of that in another leaked site on the internet."
"Right, so he's trying to get his soul back, and the SFG crew think someone has stolen his suit, but when they realize the suit has a mind of it's own, they try helping [Jestro]."
"That sounds like a pretty epic storyline."
"Yeah, it is, but it's really the love sub-plots that make it really shine."
"Are there many?"
"Yeah, everyone but 김재민 has one. He's being saved for season 3."
"Very interesting." I say. Then they announce our order and we eat.
-Steve Espino
-Sir Jestro
"You're here early." I say.
"I always am." He says and smiles. "That's one of the reasons I was cast as [Jestro]."
"Hmmm, interesting." I say.
"Are you going to get anything?" He asks.
"I dunno, what's good?" I ask.
"The mondoo." He smiles. "And a Green Apple Slush."
"Is that what you've ordered?" I ask.
"It will be when I do order." He stands, we order, we sit back down.
"Shall we begin?" I ask.
"Certainly." He smiles.
"Alright, so what was it like coming back for another season of Star Force Gemini?"
"It was really hard, because I was also working on the film rendition of "Wednesday the Thirteenth" so juggling the two was...difficult."
"How so?" I ask.
"Well, SFG 2 is mainly an action comedy and Wednesday the Thirteenth is an artsy fantasy. Just jumping back and forth between the two became difficult at times. But I really think it helped my performance in this season."
"So is it true that you are the villain in season 2?" I ask.
"Sort of." He says.
"Can you elaborate?"
"I really can't." He says with sadness in his eyes.
"It's alright, what kinds of research did you have to do for this season?" I ask.
"Well, we all had to know a lot about Greek mythology, they play a very big role in this season."
"I've seen a leaked scene on At-Midnight-Pro that shows the SFG crew fighting your character as you try to descend to the underworld."
"Well, since you've seen the scene it isn't breaking contract if I say anything. Yeah, [Jestro] is trying to see Hades and get his..." He pauses.
"He's trying to get his soul back, we've all become aware of that in another leaked site on the internet."
"Right, so he's trying to get his soul back, and the SFG crew think someone has stolen his suit, but when they realize the suit has a mind of it's own, they try helping [Jestro]."
"That sounds like a pretty epic storyline."
"Yeah, it is, but it's really the love sub-plots that make it really shine."
"Are there many?"
"Yeah, everyone but 김재민 has one. He's being saved for season 3."
"Very interesting." I say. Then they announce our order and we eat.
-Steve Espino
-Sir Jestro
Star Force Gemini 2 [Interview with **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** ]
I sit patiently at a small booth in a hole in the wall sandwich place in the downtown of a smoggy and very dry Californian city. I'm used to being stood up by gorgeous women so I expect the same thing for this interview, but as I looked down at my watch I hear the jingle of the door. I raise my head and see a familiar face, I wave her over to me and she sits down.
"Hello, are you eating?" I ask her. She scrunches up her face before turning to the hanging menu a few dozen feet away. She looks back at me.
"I can't see the menu." She laughs and walks over to order. About two minutes later she's back. "Sorry, I was hungry."
"It's quite alright." I tell her.
"Alright then, I'm ready. Let's go." She says.
"Straight to the point, I like that." I chuckle. "Okay, first of all; How was it coming back for another season of Star Force Gemini?" I ask her.
"It was really fun. More fun than the last season."
"Really?"
"Yeah, at first I hated it. I only started working on it, because my best friend was kind of obsessed with the comic. He said it would have been a great idea for me to be a part of it, and so I was."
"So now going into it already enjoying it, makes the whole thing better?"
"Yeah, and plus in this one I get to fight more!" She says with a huge smile.
"Really? **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** fights in this one?"
"Yeah, I was approached by the creator, he told me all the characters needed to evolve and grow as people. He asked me "If you were an assassin, what would be your weapon of choice?" and so I told him the wire the girl used in "The Audition"."
"I've seen that movie, very disturbing." I said off the record. "So, the creator, the real life Ryan "Sir Jestro" Romero sounds like he takes into account a lot of what you all have to say."
"Yeah, he's pretty cool sometimes, but most of the time he's just such a dork!" She laughs, then they announce her name over the loud speaker, she leaves and returns with a plate full of food.
"Did you have to go through any type of training for the new season?" I ask her.
"Yeah, I had to learn how to really use that wire, and how to break dance."
"Break dance?"
"Yeah, every one of the actors knows how to break dance, it's the one universal aspect they all share." She tells me. "Ryan really likes the fluidity of break dancing, he says all great fighters should be fluid, that they're so graceful and that each of us should be too."
"So does that mean that your character, **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** has become an assassin?"
"I can't really say too much, part of the contract, but what I can say is...no, she isn't."
"Oh, then can I ask how she knows how to fight?"
"That's something you'll have to wait for, sorry."
"Do the actors get along well?" I ask her as she starts eating.
"For the most part, yeah. Except I really do relate to **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**, Ω really is fucking ugly!" We both laugh.
"So did any of the romance your character and the [Jestro] character have ever find it's way into real life?" I ask.
"I'm not at liberty to disclose that information at the current time." She says in a very dry tone, her eyes glaring at me.
"Okay, umm well I only have one more question for you; Will there be a season 3?"
"Maybe." She says. Then laughs and keeps eating.
Each of these people are just about strange as their Star Force Gemini counterpart, if not more strange.
I have three more to go, so stay tuned.
-Steve Espino
-Sir Jestro
"Hello, are you eating?" I ask her. She scrunches up her face before turning to the hanging menu a few dozen feet away. She looks back at me.
"I can't see the menu." She laughs and walks over to order. About two minutes later she's back. "Sorry, I was hungry."
"It's quite alright." I tell her.
"Alright then, I'm ready. Let's go." She says.
"Straight to the point, I like that." I chuckle. "Okay, first of all; How was it coming back for another season of Star Force Gemini?" I ask her.
"It was really fun. More fun than the last season."
"Really?"
"Yeah, at first I hated it. I only started working on it, because my best friend was kind of obsessed with the comic. He said it would have been a great idea for me to be a part of it, and so I was."
"So now going into it already enjoying it, makes the whole thing better?"
"Yeah, and plus in this one I get to fight more!" She says with a huge smile.
"Really? **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** fights in this one?"
"Yeah, I was approached by the creator, he told me all the characters needed to evolve and grow as people. He asked me "If you were an assassin, what would be your weapon of choice?" and so I told him the wire the girl used in "The Audition"."
"I've seen that movie, very disturbing." I said off the record. "So, the creator, the real life Ryan "Sir Jestro" Romero sounds like he takes into account a lot of what you all have to say."
"Yeah, he's pretty cool sometimes, but most of the time he's just such a dork!" She laughs, then they announce her name over the loud speaker, she leaves and returns with a plate full of food.
"Did you have to go through any type of training for the new season?" I ask her.
"Yeah, I had to learn how to really use that wire, and how to break dance."
"Break dance?"
"Yeah, every one of the actors knows how to break dance, it's the one universal aspect they all share." She tells me. "Ryan really likes the fluidity of break dancing, he says all great fighters should be fluid, that they're so graceful and that each of us should be too."
"So does that mean that your character, **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** has become an assassin?"
"I can't really say too much, part of the contract, but what I can say is...no, she isn't."
"Oh, then can I ask how she knows how to fight?"
"That's something you'll have to wait for, sorry."
"Do the actors get along well?" I ask her as she starts eating.
"For the most part, yeah. Except I really do relate to **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**, Ω really is fucking ugly!" We both laugh.
"So did any of the romance your character and the [Jestro] character have ever find it's way into real life?" I ask.
"I'm not at liberty to disclose that information at the current time." She says in a very dry tone, her eyes glaring at me.
"Okay, umm well I only have one more question for you; Will there be a season 3?"
"Maybe." She says. Then laughs and keeps eating.
Each of these people are just about strange as their Star Force Gemini counterpart, if not more strange.
I have three more to go, so stay tuned.
-Steve Espino
-Sir Jestro
Sunday, August 02, 2009
[Don't Read This Chapter] Customer Service:The Slow Downfall of Happiness [Epilogue]
Well, here it is; the final chapter. I know you've all been waiting, just as long as I have [why didn't he end it sooner?] to see how it turns out. I honestly wish I knew that myself. A lot has changed, myself, Bella, and even the world around us.
The worst kinds of dreams are the ones that you wish were your real life. The dreams that make you feel like eternal sleep would be better than this disgusting abomination called life.
But those are only some.
Other dreams make you fight to come back to reality. Nightmares.
I've yet to find the name for a dream that is both a nightmare, a wet dream, and the above dream--that you never want to wake up from. I'll just call it a Paradoxical Dream.
My life has become a Paradoxical Dream. A fuck up. A disaster that I'm addicted to. I made the same mistake; getting too attached to a figment of my own imagination. I'd rather just keep the two worlds separate, but my heart and my head never seem to agree.
So how does it turn out? I don't know.
I've woken up, to find myself twenty years old and an emotional wreck. It's like I had been gone for a while and let someone body-sit my body and now that I'm back I've seen they made a HUGE mess of things. But the way I would have liked it to have turned out would have been a happily ever after with Bella as my bride-to-be, even that thought cheers me up. A happily ever after with Bella as my loving and devoted wife, all those things would have been nice things to see.
But they never will, they will never even be anything close to that. The closest I'll ever get is a lifelong friend, which--trust me, is not something bad. I'd be lucky to have such an amazing friend my entire life, but when you want more it's hard to fight all the urges.
Am I partly to blame? The overactive imagination, boundless in my head and in my hands? I think I made that same fatal mistake; inventing a world, and all it's people, inside my head, who are better than anyone in real life. I told myself I wouldn't lower myself to their rancid, putrid level of self-indulgence, but I did. I did succumb to their level, slightly. More so than I should have.
I thought about giving in, completely letting go of all those things I hold so dear to myself. All those things, those moral I define myself by, but then it would no longer be my life I was living. I would have killed the only thing that makes me better than all those mongrels I surround myself with. I would become nothing more than dirt. But I still hold on, to myself, to my morals, and so it's not very bad.
I still say stupid things when I'm devoid of sleep, and it still makes Bella upset, and creates distances between myself and the ones I love. But what can you do? Things just happen, I guess.
I fear, now seeing the separation of my two worlds. That I will remain alone [in at last one aspect of the word] until the day I cease to exist. I can only hope the world behind my eye lids is a much warmer and caring place, where I don't have to alter myself to find companionship. Let's not make any sort of issues here, I mean companionship as more than a lobing friendship I hope to keep for years and years to come, with my most valued friend; Bella. I mean a mate, a girlfriend, a fuck buddy, a one night stand, a lover, a wife, and so on. Those are what I believe will be nothing more than a drug to me, something that controls me.
I don't want to leave you all [if these words are actually being read by anyone other than Bella herself] with a sour taste in your mouth with this last chapter.
I'm having a hard time expressing myself, even to you, Bella, on the current way I'm feeling. It, in no way, reflects my feelings towards you [unless when I say]. For the most part it's because of the heat, I think. The disgusting heat drives my patience and makes me cranky.
I've been really debating on moving to Alaska, to get away from the heat, forever. I fear this town, with it's brown dead skies and the dry flat heat, is slowly eating my soul. I think the air is killing me. It's a miracle I even have an imagination left from all the smog I breathe in. A hard rain needs to come, it needs to just keep raining until nothing is left in this fucking city. Like Robert De Niro talks about in "Taxi Driver".
When it comes to all of this writing; I love it, don't get me wrong, but I also love ramen--however if I eat ramen every day, I'll eventually being to hate it. That...my dearest friend, is my biggest fear.
And even still, it feels like I'm a pipe organ, but only one valve works. Where as months ago several did.
I don't want to break down, I want to take a break. But it feels like a relationship and I don't want to ruin it. I want to stay in constant contact with it.
"What, do I not kiss him when I see him? It would just be weird." She said. And I agree, not being able to write [even if it feels like it's aging me faster] is weird too. People become used to things.
People also don't like being forgotten. How can I take a break when you can't even go a week without reading? I finally have a consistent reader, why am I complaining? Maybe I'm just digging too deep, into myself. Maybe I need to take a different approach?
I want to be the first to apologize for this depressing and unfulfilled ending to an otherwise, mediocre story of how a man threw himself at a girl and almost got her. I just felt the truth was much less pathetic than an imaginary tale to keep me from feeling so alone in the middle of the night.
And so I think I should leave you all with a very funny joke, to lighten this depressing mood.
A couple were married for 20 years.
Every time they had sex the husband would insist the lights to be turned of.
The wife was getting bored of the same thing every time.
So that night when they were having sex the wife turned on the lights and saw her husband with a dildo in his hand.
The wife very annoyed by now, started shouting at her husband and asked him to explain himself.
The husband replied with "Explain our Kids."
I think that it's a very funny joke, and leaves me in a good mood.
And ps, if there should ever be more on this imaginary relationship with Bella Hernandez, best believe Customer Service 2:The Slower Downfall of Happiness will be coming out.
-Sir Jestro
The worst kinds of dreams are the ones that you wish were your real life. The dreams that make you feel like eternal sleep would be better than this disgusting abomination called life.
But those are only some.
Other dreams make you fight to come back to reality. Nightmares.
I've yet to find the name for a dream that is both a nightmare, a wet dream, and the above dream--that you never want to wake up from. I'll just call it a Paradoxical Dream.
My life has become a Paradoxical Dream. A fuck up. A disaster that I'm addicted to. I made the same mistake; getting too attached to a figment of my own imagination. I'd rather just keep the two worlds separate, but my heart and my head never seem to agree.
So how does it turn out? I don't know.
I've woken up, to find myself twenty years old and an emotional wreck. It's like I had been gone for a while and let someone body-sit my body and now that I'm back I've seen they made a HUGE mess of things. But the way I would have liked it to have turned out would have been a happily ever after with Bella as my bride-to-be, even that thought cheers me up. A happily ever after with Bella as my loving and devoted wife, all those things would have been nice things to see.
But they never will, they will never even be anything close to that. The closest I'll ever get is a lifelong friend, which--trust me, is not something bad. I'd be lucky to have such an amazing friend my entire life, but when you want more it's hard to fight all the urges.
Am I partly to blame? The overactive imagination, boundless in my head and in my hands? I think I made that same fatal mistake; inventing a world, and all it's people, inside my head, who are better than anyone in real life. I told myself I wouldn't lower myself to their rancid, putrid level of self-indulgence, but I did. I did succumb to their level, slightly. More so than I should have.
I thought about giving in, completely letting go of all those things I hold so dear to myself. All those things, those moral I define myself by, but then it would no longer be my life I was living. I would have killed the only thing that makes me better than all those mongrels I surround myself with. I would become nothing more than dirt. But I still hold on, to myself, to my morals, and so it's not very bad.
I still say stupid things when I'm devoid of sleep, and it still makes Bella upset, and creates distances between myself and the ones I love. But what can you do? Things just happen, I guess.
I fear, now seeing the separation of my two worlds. That I will remain alone [in at last one aspect of the word] until the day I cease to exist. I can only hope the world behind my eye lids is a much warmer and caring place, where I don't have to alter myself to find companionship. Let's not make any sort of issues here, I mean companionship as more than a lobing friendship I hope to keep for years and years to come, with my most valued friend; Bella. I mean a mate, a girlfriend, a fuck buddy, a one night stand, a lover, a wife, and so on. Those are what I believe will be nothing more than a drug to me, something that controls me.
I don't want to leave you all [if these words are actually being read by anyone other than Bella herself] with a sour taste in your mouth with this last chapter.
I'm having a hard time expressing myself, even to you, Bella, on the current way I'm feeling. It, in no way, reflects my feelings towards you [unless when I say]. For the most part it's because of the heat, I think. The disgusting heat drives my patience and makes me cranky.
I've been really debating on moving to Alaska, to get away from the heat, forever. I fear this town, with it's brown dead skies and the dry flat heat, is slowly eating my soul. I think the air is killing me. It's a miracle I even have an imagination left from all the smog I breathe in. A hard rain needs to come, it needs to just keep raining until nothing is left in this fucking city. Like Robert De Niro talks about in "Taxi Driver".
When it comes to all of this writing; I love it, don't get me wrong, but I also love ramen--however if I eat ramen every day, I'll eventually being to hate it. That...my dearest friend, is my biggest fear.
And even still, it feels like I'm a pipe organ, but only one valve works. Where as months ago several did.
I don't want to break down, I want to take a break. But it feels like a relationship and I don't want to ruin it. I want to stay in constant contact with it.
"What, do I not kiss him when I see him? It would just be weird." She said. And I agree, not being able to write [even if it feels like it's aging me faster] is weird too. People become used to things.
People also don't like being forgotten. How can I take a break when you can't even go a week without reading? I finally have a consistent reader, why am I complaining? Maybe I'm just digging too deep, into myself. Maybe I need to take a different approach?
I want to be the first to apologize for this depressing and unfulfilled ending to an otherwise, mediocre story of how a man threw himself at a girl and almost got her. I just felt the truth was much less pathetic than an imaginary tale to keep me from feeling so alone in the middle of the night.
And so I think I should leave you all with a very funny joke, to lighten this depressing mood.
A couple were married for 20 years.
Every time they had sex the husband would insist the lights to be turned of.
The wife was getting bored of the same thing every time.
So that night when they were having sex the wife turned on the lights and saw her husband with a dildo in his hand.
The wife very annoyed by now, started shouting at her husband and asked him to explain himself.
The husband replied with "Explain our Kids."
I think that it's a very funny joke, and leaves me in a good mood.
And ps, if there should ever be more on this imaginary relationship with Bella Hernandez, best believe Customer Service 2:The Slower Downfall of Happiness will be coming out.
-Sir Jestro
The Machine
I'm ten floors up looking at the city,
Looking down on a world obsessed with feeling pretty,
Don't know much but what I do know is,
No one has time to stop and smell the roses,
We've got clocks in our eyes and got nothing to say,
Cuz I gotta hurry up for my important date,
Life's moving too fast, can't afford to stop,
Everything's a blur when you're a robot,
All I see are zeros and ones,
Doing my job is what my life has become,
My flesh is slowly turning into steel,
And I'm slowly forgetting how to feel,
Cut out my tongue it's covered in paint,
I know art is something that you just can't take,
I know it's stupid to impersonate,
I'm a real boy but I'm just a real fake.
Fake eyes, fake skin,
Fake anger I'm holding within,
I've been angry for so long,
That I've forgotten why it had begun,
It's like a story I'm slowly forgetting,
A blacked out memory that was so upsetting,
A distant friend who has no face,
I try to remember but she's been replaced,
And yet I keep roaring on,
Like my body's running a marathon,
The soul has died, it's time to say goodbye,
The power is gone and it makes you cry,
A tasteless eulogy will be held,
By all the ones who had the machine impailed,
This is the end of my lucid dream,
But I won't wake up because I'm the machine.
-Sir Jestro
Looking down on a world obsessed with feeling pretty,
Don't know much but what I do know is,
No one has time to stop and smell the roses,
We've got clocks in our eyes and got nothing to say,
Cuz I gotta hurry up for my important date,
Life's moving too fast, can't afford to stop,
Everything's a blur when you're a robot,
All I see are zeros and ones,
Doing my job is what my life has become,
My flesh is slowly turning into steel,
And I'm slowly forgetting how to feel,
Cut out my tongue it's covered in paint,
I know art is something that you just can't take,
I know it's stupid to impersonate,
I'm a real boy but I'm just a real fake.
Fake eyes, fake skin,
Fake anger I'm holding within,
I've been angry for so long,
That I've forgotten why it had begun,
It's like a story I'm slowly forgetting,
A blacked out memory that was so upsetting,
A distant friend who has no face,
I try to remember but she's been replaced,
And yet I keep roaring on,
Like my body's running a marathon,
The soul has died, it's time to say goodbye,
The power is gone and it makes you cry,
A tasteless eulogy will be held,
By all the ones who had the machine impailed,
This is the end of my lucid dream,
But I won't wake up because I'm the machine.
-Sir Jestro
Psst....
Hey, Liz! I just made two kickass songs tonight/this morning.
One I did parts of the music, and the second one I rap in. You should, most definitely listen to them when Bryce puts them on his music page.\
In other news, I've only slept for about three hours today, 11:00am-2:00pm. I don't feel much different than I do on a typical day, but I'd really like to get a 'good' night's sleep this evening, that way I'm in a decent mood for work tomorrow.
I got attacked by Kim Je-Min's dog, Rocky. I was walking in his driveway, keeping in mind Rocky was chained up, and then the dog just rushes me and starts biting the shit out of my legs. I have tiny little bit marks on my calves.
I feel like I'm wasting time, but that's only because of the luminously dreadful reassurance that I have to go back to that hell hole I call my work.
Bryce made me into a robot, and it sounds beautiful...I will also post the lyrics to that song I rap on, shortly.
Well, I think we ought to get back to work, we have to record Ben's sister playing violin, have a superb Sunday everyone!!!
I love you.
-Sir Jestro
One I did parts of the music, and the second one I rap in. You should, most definitely listen to them when Bryce puts them on his music page.\
In other news, I've only slept for about three hours today, 11:00am-2:00pm. I don't feel much different than I do on a typical day, but I'd really like to get a 'good' night's sleep this evening, that way I'm in a decent mood for work tomorrow.
I got attacked by Kim Je-Min's dog, Rocky. I was walking in his driveway, keeping in mind Rocky was chained up, and then the dog just rushes me and starts biting the shit out of my legs. I have tiny little bit marks on my calves.
I feel like I'm wasting time, but that's only because of the luminously dreadful reassurance that I have to go back to that hell hole I call my work.
Bryce made me into a robot, and it sounds beautiful...I will also post the lyrics to that song I rap on, shortly.
Well, I think we ought to get back to work, we have to record Ben's sister playing violin, have a superb Sunday everyone!!!
I love you.
-Sir Jestro
Saturday, August 01, 2009
If I was a French Robot...
I'd fucking rule the world, like Daft Punk.
"We wanted ones like Daft Punk."
"I don't know who he is."
LAWLZ, those damn Flight of the Concords.
So I'm not sure how many of you know this, but I ALWAYS listen to Pandora Radio whilst I write here, on Blogspot. Most of the time, however, I listen to my Hauschka channel, it's just piano music and soft nice stuff like that. But tonight I'm feeling like listening to dance music, so I turned it to my Daft Punk channel.
Where's Your Head At? Basement Jaxx, Yah dig!!!???
Well, I just wanted to kick the month off with a short, none-story post for all of you. I feel like a HUGE weight has been lifted, I have two days off...YES!!!!
I came up with a new adjective to use when referring to something as being awesome, or amazing, or great...Robot.
I will use it in a sentence,
"Liz has a Robot Booty." Because it's so nice.
Another sentence,
"Everyone should read GHG II, because it's fucking Robot."
And one last sentence,
"I, Robot." Hehehehehehehehehe!!!!
Well, everyone has a super Saturday!!!
-Sir Jestro
"We wanted ones like Daft Punk."
"I don't know who he is."
LAWLZ, those damn Flight of the Concords.
So I'm not sure how many of you know this, but I ALWAYS listen to Pandora Radio whilst I write here, on Blogspot. Most of the time, however, I listen to my Hauschka channel, it's just piano music and soft nice stuff like that. But tonight I'm feeling like listening to dance music, so I turned it to my Daft Punk channel.
Where's Your Head At? Basement Jaxx, Yah dig!!!???
Well, I just wanted to kick the month off with a short, none-story post for all of you. I feel like a HUGE weight has been lifted, I have two days off...YES!!!!
I came up with a new adjective to use when referring to something as being awesome, or amazing, or great...Robot.
I will use it in a sentence,
"Liz has a Robot Booty." Because it's so nice.
Another sentence,
"Everyone should read GHG II, because it's fucking Robot."
And one last sentence,
"I, Robot." Hehehehehehehehehe!!!!
Well, everyone has a super Saturday!!!
-Sir Jestro
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