If ever beauty had a sound, it would come from your voice.
-Sir Jestro

Our friendship lies on the side of the road, like a mountain of trashbags being pecked at by crows.
-Sir Jestro

An eloquent cascade of words,
Explode from my head,
Like a gunshot.
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A One Trick Horse

I remember such things,
Like the scent of your dreams,
And the tides that we ride,
In the blink of an eye,
Our laughter's disaster,
Is the determing factor,
But we fall short with excitement,
And realize we're just like them,
A one trick horse can only follow if its taught to do so.

-Sir Jestro

The Marionette's Maze Chapter One

It was hot.
The sun was beating down through the muggy air. The cicadas were buzzing from the distance and only the screeching of trains could be heard through them.
"Fuck this heat." Special Agent, Elisa Chang said sitting in the passenger seat of the patrol car. Aaron Borders was driving. "Tell me again why we have to have the ONLY car without A/C!"
"Because you totalled my car two weeks ago and those damn grease monkeys still haven't fixed it." The two of them argued like a married couple, but Aaron wasn't Elisa's type, he was too thin and she being a hefty woman, needed a man with some meat on his bones.
"I got the perp, didn't I?" She said, rubbing the top of her nose. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the head rest and let the hot summer breeze cool her.
"The ends did not justify the means, he was released on bail three days later." Aaron said, turning onto a back road. Dozens of garbage trucks were heading towards them. "They look like a god damn army."
Elisa opened her eyes.
"You're right, they do. I wonder how bad it is over there."
"We're about to find out." Borders took his walkie out and pressed it. "This is Car Eleven, arriving to scene."
"Roger that, Car Eleven. Make it quick will ya'? We're running low on donuts back here at the station." The radio voiced back at them.
"Copy that, Base." Borders said and put the walkie down.
The two of them were the laughing stock of the whole precinct, their antics were that of legends. They were referred to as the Dynamite Duo, because they were known for destroying any and everything in their path. Because of that they were now on a kind of probation and were taking the worst jobs that came into the city. Since they were still detectives they still had some authority but because the district was so small they were almost like the village idiots, even the Meter Maids would make wisecracks about them. Every family has its embarrassments.

Aaron turned into the landfill, driving very slow.
"Holy shit, this smells worse than any dumpster I've ever been to!" Chang covered her mouth and nose.
"The heat is probably making it worse." Aaron said coming to a stop. "They say showers are on the horizon. We might get rained out."
"That'd be just wonderful; covered in sweat AND garbage." Elisa rolled her window up.
The two of them got out of the car and walked to the forensic team working near them.
"What do we have today guys?" Borders asked.
"More than you could ever imagine, Detective Borders."  One of the forensic team members told him. "We've had to call in three teams from the surrounding areas for help with this one."
"What do you mean? Are the conditions of the landfill too much for you guys?" Chang asked.
"No, its not that. This whole city is a fucking landfill." A different forensic team member said.
"Then what is it?" Borders asked.
"Its just..." The first forensic member started. He paused to try and find the right words. "There's too much here."
"So we're dealing with a serial killer?" Elisa asked all of them, including Aaron.
"Yes, on a massive level." The second forensic team member answered.
"A serial killer who dumps his bodies in the landfill. We should start with the employees of the Sanitation Department; Borders, make a grid of the landfill. If the landfill is sectioned off for different trucks we'll find the guy in no time." Chang said.
"Excuse me, Detective." The first forensic team member said. "I don't mean to steal your thunder, but before you go off and blow up this landfill you'd might want to take a better look at what you're dealing with."
"What am I missing?" She asked.
The forensic team motioned all around them.
"You're standing in it."
"What, this whole area?"
"No, this entire landfill is the crime scene. Like I said before, we've got four teams combing the whole thing. We've been finding dozens of bodies all morning, well that's not entirely correct."
"Which part?" Borders asked.
"We've been finding 'parts' all morning."
"So this has to be some kind of cult or something." Chang said more to herself this time.
"We aren't the detectives, we just deal with the dead people." He said and got back to work. Borders walked away, he wanted to see what each of the different teams was coming up with and if there were any other detectives on the case. If so, that wasn't good for Elisa and himself. They needed this job, it was their ticket back to a stable work life. As he walked he was swept up by a memory. He saw a door in the landfill and walked through it, as he did he was inside his boss' office.

"Captain. You wanted to speak with me, sir?" He stood at attention in front of the desk.
"Please, sit." The Captain offered.
"Thank you, sir."
"Borders. Aaron, I know you haven't been with us too long but you're an experienced man for your age."
"Thank you, sir." Borders said, bowing his head. He felt it in his gut that something bad was coming. The Captain stood up and began to pace around the room.
"When I was your age I wasn't even a detective, I still had six years before I'd make a name for myself." Borders didn't say anything. "You came with a flawless record, and frankly because of that I'm disappointed with you." The Captain looked out his second story window. He was a small stout man in his late fifties and in front of the window he resembled some kind of movie villain. "Those last three cases you and Chang have worked on haven't been good for our precinct and more so, haven't been good for you." He turned around. "Go home, get some rest. When you come back you'll get started on the next case that comes in, and for your job's sake I hope you don't fuck this one up."
The Captain sat down. "You can go."
"Thank you, sir." Aaron said, he felt like he wanted to vomit.
"Borders, one more thing." The Captain said. Aaron turned around. "I hope is all well with that young wife of yours." There it was, the death blow. Aaron smiled, thanked him and turned back to the door. He opened it and saw his living room on the other side, he walked through it and was inside another memory.

"Honey, I'm home!" He said walking inside.
"You wrecked our car!?" His wife, Stacey screamed at him as he closed the door behind him.
"Good afternoon to you too, darling."
"Don't 'darling' me, Aaron! I needed that car to get to and from school!" She was furious.
"Stace, you're taking night classes at the community college, I'll take you myself." He said apologetically.
"Don't say it like that! I wouldn't be going to community college if you could afford to send me to a real college."
"You can get a job, I told you that."
"But you told me, when we got married that you'd take care of me!"
"Am I not?" He was getting defensive now.
"Just putting a roof over my head isn't enough. I mean, you're a homicide detective for Christ's Sake!"
"I'm aware of that, the Captain says this new job will really turn things around for us. I might even get that promotion he mentioned a few months back." He was lying, there was no promotion.
"Aww, baby! Really!?" Stacey was ecstatic now. "That's great news! Then we can get the car fixed, no we can get a whole new car! You should make that stupid partner of yours, what's her name - Lisa?"
"Elisa." He corrected.
"Yeah, whatever. Have her fix it,she's the idiot who wrecked it after all."
"I'll tell her, baby. Now let's get something to eat." He said, trying to pacify her for another day. She ran to their room to get changed, he turned around to watch her but was brought right back to the landfill.

"Can we help you detective?" One of the helping forensic team members asked him.
"Yeah, I just wanted to know the scale of what we're going to be dealing with and if any of you found anything good."
"Well, we did find this card in one of the sets of legs we found."
"Where is it?"
"Right over here."
"Thank you, I appreciate that."
Sticking out of a pair of muddy cardigan pants was a bloodstained card only slightly visible.
"Take a picture of this really quick, I want to take the card." Borders ordered.
"Yes, sir."
FLASH!
Aaron took the card out of the pants and looked at it.

"Club 23"

"Here you go, bag it." He handed it back to the forensic team and walked back to his car. "You're all doing an excellent job!" He shouted as he passed each team on his way.
"Find anything good?" Elisa asked.
"'Club 23'."
"What's that?"
"That's for the dead to know and for us to find out." He said unlocking the car.
"How poetic of you." She opened her door and got in. "Do you think its here in town?"
"I'm not even sure." He put the car into reverse. "But its our job to find out."
Above them a crow stood perched on the power lines overhead, as he cleaned his talons - just over the scattered body parts and rotting food - in between the humming of electricity, it began to rain. Hard.

-Sir Jestro

See You in December

We walk these skeleton trees,
Pantomiming memories,
In a world grey and bengin,
But now its alive because you're mine,

Taste these pomegranate tears,
I'll have you once the dust has cleared,
Stay with me, we'll freeze the Earth,
I'll show you what my love is worth,

I'll see you in December,
When the ground is cold and white,
I'll fight so you'll remember,
And I'll scream with all my might.

-Sir Jestro

The Marionette's Maze [Prologue]

A dim light filled the shower room, it lay like mist against the lime encrusted walls. The facets; all covered with white crust, hissed and the pipes behind the tiled walls creaked, but even still Nicole could work. She was tiny, just an even five feet tall, and less than one hundred pounds.
She stared at the word puzzle on the wall, whispering it to herself over and over; the clicking of her tongue echoed off the walls. She remembered a similar puzzle from her high school English class - the only problem, she couldn't recall the solution.

"Dreaming of apples on a wall,
And dreaming often dear,
I dreamed, that if I counted all,
How many would appear?"

"I know its staring right back at me." Said the petite young girl aloud. Then it hit her. " Its 'ten', the answer is ten!" Her words followed with an echo of accomplishment and relief. "Right?" She turned to look at the mounted surveillance camera in the corner of the room.

Dillian sat behind his computer - a triple monitor homemade machine, typing sporadically.
"Yes, yes. You got it, now its my turn." He said as he brought up several different displays a placed them on his monitors accordingly; a set of floor plans, a forum, and the achieve of surveillance cameras running in real-time.
"Alright, so by solving that, we got thirty APs. Here, I'll flick the lights to show you that you got it right."

Inside the grimie shower room, the lights flicker.

"Okay, that cost us two APs for control of them. Let me check these other rooms for some goodies." He said to himself as he cycled through the surveillance feeds and floor plans.
"What is this, some kind of physical therapy room? And this must be the hallway leading out of here. The physical therapy room has a three AP lock on the door, but it looks like we've got a medical box in there. It must have some essentials in it. Alright, let me get the door - I hope you'll hear it."

Nicole sat impatiently for Dillian to give her a path, tapping her foot on the floor, her legs crossed under her. Then she hears the clicking of the physical therapy room.
Inside the room she sifts through the first aid box.
"What is this? There's only gauze and a scalpel in here!" She turned to face the camera. "Is this a joke?" The lights from the shower room flicker.

"This is not good." Dillian said as he sees a huge man approaching Nicole's exit. On the camera's feed the man looked close to seven feet tall and probably about three hundred pounds holding a hatchet in the hand. "I've gotta do something." A strategy formed in his mind;
He could lock the door preventing the other puppet from entering but that wouldn't be a permanent solution for obvious reasons. He'd need to find a way to get Nicole out that he hadn't already tried. He was convinced that that door was the only way for her to get out and setting a lock on it would be a waste of AP.
Then a new idea floating into his mind;
He could place a bigger lock on the lights as to discourage the other puppeteer from obtaining control of them. With control of the lights Dillian could create a cover of darkness for Nicole to escape a conflict with the monster on the other side of the door. He just hoped he wouldn't see her and even more so, that she'd have the courage to move when it was appropriate.
He settled with the idea of taking control of the lights.

Nicole walked to the exit and pulled on it. Nothing.
"Hey, what's the deal? Let me out!" She shouted. Then she heard a click, the door popped open slightly and the lights shut off. She saw a shadow on the floor beneath the door and bolted to the wall to her left. The door slowly swung open escorted by a red carpet of fluorescent light. The shadow of a man etched in it. She pressed herself against the corner of the wall and covered her mouth.
The shadow wavered and she heard the slamming of a massive foot hit the floor. She tried to remain calm but with every step her heart jumped into her chest - her skin burning with adrenaline. She looked up and saw there was enough room for her to get through. In an instant she leaped forward, she slid across the smooth tile floor. With scalpel in hand she sliced the back of the giant's foot. As she slid past him so did the blade across his Achilles tendon. As the brute fell backwards Nicole stopped herself and jumped back towards him. In the second he slammed against the hard floor she was on top of him; knees pressed against his shoulder. She knew she couldn't hold him there, she was petite as best and still in her school uniform but none of that mattered as she dug the scalpel across his throat. Then his hatchet clattered to the ground. As he coughed blood along the floor and her legs she lifted the hatchet into the air.
She screamed, letting her demons empower her and slammed the hatchet into his face.

Welcome to, The Marionette's Maze.

-Sir Jestro

Guess what World!

Sir Jestro is back!
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Leontine Greenberg and Lawrence Yang.
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Kazuki Takamatsu.
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Tatsuyuki Tanaka
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Drawing and Painting the Undead by Keith Thompson.
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How to Draw and Fight Zombies by Ben Dunn
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Its almost as if this place is collecting dust.
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Don't worry all of my loving readers, I will be posting more of Marionette's Maze chapters in the near future.
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Current Energy.
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Broken Social Scene
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Killer Kaiju Monsters.
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I seem to have failed in the month of June, nay, the entire year of 2010 in means of blogging. Shall I try to make a change?
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No Phone!?

For those of you attempting to contact me by text, I apologize, my phone is off.
So if you have any comments, concerns, or questions about any of my posts, please leave me comments. They make my heart happy. ^_^
-Sir Jestro

Marionette's Maze, FAQ

Overview:
Thank you for coming to "Marionette's Maze". This state-of-the-art survival game is unlike anything you've played before. Can you lead your puppet towards safety? Or are you feeling lucky, can you trust an unseen force to guide you through a grotesque maze of paranoia and fear? The only way to find out is to begin the game!
F.A.Q.

What is the goal of "Marionette's Maze"?

The actual game is quite simple. First, decide if you'd rather be a Puppet or a Puppeteer. If you choose a Puppet then you enter the game arena; an abandoned university, your goal is to solve puzzles and follow the paths to safety. Or if you decide to choose the role of a Puppeteer your goal is to guide your puppet through the maze.

How do I guide my puppet through the maze?

Simple. As your puppet solves puzzles and overcomes obstacles (sometimes even other puppets) they earn Achievement Points or APs. The amount of APs awarded is dictated by the difficulty of the puzzle, obstacle or the opponent they passed. Beginning to become confused? No, problem an example is in order.
You're a Puppeteer and your puppet has just solved a simple puzzle awarding her six APs, now its your turn to play. She walks to three doors; the first door costs only one AP to open, but it leads to a room with another puppet inside. This other puppet is equipped with a chainsaw (killing another puppet is commonly awarded with 25APs, but seeing as how the other puppet has a chainsaw the scale slides granting your puppet an additional 10APs for killing him). The second door costs three APs to open and leads to the next area, ending your turn. The third door costs five APs to open and leads to a room with a revolver and six rounds in it. Starting to get it?

Can I talk to my puppet when I'm the puppeteer?

Yes, but the cost to do so is often not worth it. Direct communication to your puppet is impossible you can, however leave them clues (12APs or 120 USD per clue) or messages (20APs or 200 USD per message, up to 300 characters). Note: Sometimes the additional clues confuse the puppets.

What happens if I win?

If you manage to get your puppet out then you will be given a medal congratulating you on your achievement as well as fifty USD per AP you have left at the time of your victory. If you are the puppet and you manage to get out, you will be given your contractual payment (decided prior to entering the maze) and will given any medical attention you need absolutely free of charge. If either the puppet or the puppeteer would like to enter another heat of the maze you will be given a fifty percent discount because of your victory.

What happens if my puppet dies?

If your puppet has the unfortunate fate as to die or be killed inside of the maze you, the puppeteer will no longer have the ability to affect the game field (IE no longer will you be able to lock/unlock doors or disarm/arm traps and puzzles, etc) and will have to participate as a spectator for the duration of the heat and your remaining APs will be terminated. You can, however join one of the many forums.

What affect do the forums have to the game?

The forums are a way for spectators to participate, free of charge. For example, if a puppet seems to have an unfair advantage while inside the maze many spectators and puppeteers might become angry with the game, so to combat that the forums come into play. If enough spectators vote all other puppets might be given additional weapons, or their APs might be doubled.

How long does a heat usually last?

A heat can last anywhere from five days to two weeks depending on the choices of the players.

What if someone is caught cheating?

If a player is caught cheating the puppeteer's account will be terminated and they will be banned from playing for life. In addition their puppet will be executed by MM staff. So please, play by the rules. ^_^


-The Marionette's Maze Staff


-Sir Jestro

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Creating Characters With Personality by Tom Bancroft
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As I grow as a person I learn new things about FLCL and myself its as if the anime grows with me. :')
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Envious of me,
For my ability,
To spin a story.
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Bookstone.com
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At times like this I want to just explode into a million iridesent balls of light. An entire eternity in a single, ever expanding second.
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Back to the Sea

A man walks out of the sea, he's dressed in his Sunday's best; black suit, black tie, black shoes. Those passing by and the ones sunbathing notice he's limping and seaweed dangles from his neck and shoulders. A man chasing a Frisbee steals a glance at the limping man's face, half of it is covered in wrinkled scars. The limping man makes his way off the sand.
He's still dripping as he walks along the sidewalks of the city, beside him the trees still sway. He walks past a jogger, she smells something rancid coming from his decaying flesh. She slows to a walk and catches her breath. A car whizzes by, it sweeps him into a memory.
He's driving a tiny car, his wife is in the seat beside him. They utter words of affection to each other and to the child they're expecting. He leans in to give her a kiss and his world flips. Thrice they spin along the hot pavement before skidding to a stop on their heads. The tiny car's engine is still screaming above his head. He attempts at collecting himself, his eyes dart around the wrecked car.
He frees himself from the restraints and looks to his wife, her head dangles unnaturally. He frantically attempts to examine her vitals. She groans, a confirmation of her health.
He tries to put her at ease by breaking out his side window and limping to her. He shatters her window and desperately struggles to free her. In that instant the screaming engine explodes sending him flying into the ocean only yards away.
As he sinks to the bottom her screams fuel the fire as it engulfs the car. Her flaming hands reach out for her drowning husband.
He's brought back to the present, walking along the seaside sidewalk. He reaches his in-laws' house and enters. No one is home to greet him. He walks to the fire place and takes his wife's urn and limps out. He's not sure if what's inside is his wife and unborn child or just ashes collected from the wreckage, but he takes it and his heart back to the sea.

-Sir Jestro

Like one giant wind wrecked red spiderweb.
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Underneath the Crust [Introduction]

Vines, vines and more vines. They're falling from the sky, landing on cars, buses, trains, planes even. Us humans don't know what to think. Its not like we're living underneath a giant plant and its dropping stuff on us. These vines are falling from the sky.
They aren't hot, burning from the friction of our atmosphere, they just fall. Plop down right on top of us.
WHOOSH!
CRASH!
Mass chaos plays out.
[Insert any Godzilla reference you'd like.]
It was strange, really, the first day it happened. I remember it, as we all do, I was walking home from school when suddenly my phone freezes from all the tweets I'm getting. Let me reiterate;
My phone froze from the sheer volume of the texts I was getting.
That says something about the media traffic for that day, doesn't it?
It was something we all feared; a threat that had no face.
Vines aren't looking for money.
They aren't looking to conquer.
They just fall and land wherever gravity lets them.

We all expected them to start moving, maybe transform into some kind of giant three legged machine monster or something. But they never did.
We expected to find things inside since they didn't explode when they landed.
We never did.
It was just a period of three weeks where giant vines the size of skyscrapers fell to earth. No knew why, they still don't. But those viney motherfuckers sure did wreck a lot of havoc and damage just falling. I sometimes imagined if it would have been better if it had just been a plague of fat people falling to earth.
Probably.

All the governments started pointing fingers at each other, that didn't solve anything. America had to step in and help all those third world countries who just hours before being destroyed were burning American flags. They sure can suck our big red, white and blue dick when they need help, can't they?

What did the giant falling vines teach me?
To go underground.
And that's where a lot of us are now, underground. Sure the vines have stopped, but for how long? I've heard that the vines have been slowly changing the atmosphere around them, that they're mutating the animals and people around them. Not sure how true that all is and I'm not stupid enough to go to the surface to find out. Life is hard enough down here, we don't need to add mutated freaks with retard strength to it.

Yup, I can tell you all about my life underneath the crust.



-Sir Jestro

I finally finished the first drafts of all fourteen episodes of Gyrochan: Giant Robot. Only a week past my deadline? ^_^V
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Defined by how inclined I am to recline.
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It worked! Suck on that, lady!
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Let's see if this works.
This post is from my phone, so all those times I have a great idea, here's my vent.
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An Update....GIRL!!!!!

I apologize to my beloved readers, but I've been rather busy working on a new project.
A webseries called "Gyrochan: Giant Robot". Its basically a take on those old Godzilla, Gamera, King Kong etc. movies and shows like Ultraman and Power Rangers, anything with giant monsters and/or giant robots.
The team I've put together are so far WAY above my expectations. I'm more confident that this project will be finished because of these people.
I'm, as you may have guessed, primary writer and I will be the director, as well as everything else (because we have such low budget we can't afford to be as professional as major or even most independent companies) that might be needed.
At the current moment I still have four episodes to write, I missed my deadline...oh, well. Happy birthday Anthoneal!
If you want to keep a closer eye on Gyrochan: Giant Robot follow us on Twitter, my tumblr is basically my personal production diary, and we've also got a youtube channel devoted to just Gyrochan.
Hope to hear from all of you soon.
Be safe everyone!
Yours,
-Sir Jestro

"...We Can Still Love." [Part One]

Get your headless body out of bed.

Take hold of your television set and put it on,

Stumble out of your room, you intoxicated fuck.

Slide your hands along the walls as you walk down the hall,

A massive crucifix moving to the front door,

Take a quick look outside, with your television eyes.

Outside, the world is a cold and dead place,

The sun has forgotten how to shine,

And the trees have all died.

Your feet touch the cold steel of the stairs as you descend to the street.

SFG Remixed Chapter Three

 "I love squid!" Ω shouts as he speeds down the roads of Pompey City.
"Yeah, calamari is pretty good." [Jestro] replies, typing away at his computer. They weave in and out of traffic, going into this lane and that, Ω appears to be in a hurry. "So where are we headed, Ω? I've gotta get back early tonight, Caprica's on at 9."
"Will you stop screaming? Its annoying!" Ω screams although [Jestro] was speaking in his inside voice.
"Umm...alright?" [Jestro] says.
"Thank you. Now where the fuck is this guy at?" He says to himself.
"I dunno, Ω where is he?"
"WILL you please shut your mouth? Breathe through your nose, fuck!" Ω slams on the breaks. "There he is."He gets out of the car, leaving [Jestro] alone.
"Ω! Don't leave me alone! I'm afraid of..."
"Shut up!" Ω stage whispered. Then he disappeared behind a corner into a dark alleyway. He emerged a few moments later walking very fast back to the car.
"So...?" [Jestro] asks.
"Just shut up!" Ω says, putting his pinky into a little plastic baggy. He extracts some white powder and snorts it up his nose. "Oh! That's living!" He says as he sprawls out in his seat. [Jestro] then pulled out his cell phone and tweeted;
"Yo, tell me why this fool @Ωlol_ just did a line of coke next to me?"
"Don't tweet that you fuck." Ω said, but was feeling too good to really care.
"So where to now, Ω-san?"
"I'm taking your bitch-ass home, then my badass is going to da' movies, na-mean?" Then Ω let out a loud "Ah-Ha!" sound.
"You taking a Shortie to da' movies?" [Jestro] asked.
"Yeah, I bet you'd like to know!" Ω screamed as he slammed on the gas and took off.

In another part of town 김재민 is working.
"Hi, welcome to Berryumz. Wanna try our new, Watermelon flavor yogurt?" His delivery was dry and emotionless.
"Whatchoo tryin' ta' say?" One of the big black girls who had just come in axed...um, sorry 'asked'. "You think cuz' I'm black I want da' wata'melon flava'!?"
"No, Precious." 김재민 said as he raised his gaze from his laptop. "Its a featured item, I'm required to offer it."
"Don't get attitude wit' me!" The Precious look alike said. "You thinkin' jus' cuz' you'z Chinese that you c'n be all-"
"Get out!" 김재민 screamed.
"What!?" Precious screamed, her three friends looked stupefied.
"We with hold the right to refuse business from anyone, especially a racist like you." 김재민 said, standing up, ready to fight.
"I ain't no racist!" Precious screamed. 김재민 then pointed to a Korean flag hung on the wall behind him.
"We're not Chinese. Now get out." He said.
"Geeze, thanks Precious!" One of her friends said as the four of them sulked out of the store.
"Damn, right I kicked you out."  김재민 said to himself, and sat back down. He then turned his German Rosetta Stone off and opened season five of How I Met Your Mother.

"Yo, motherfucker, get out." Ω said as he reached [Jestro]'s house.
"Word." [Jestro] said, but just as he was about to open the door he received a text message on his cellular device, also known as a phone.

"The infamous assassin known as YoJared has been city within the city limits of Pompey. Reports have claimed that hes out for revenge and has with him an accomplice known only by Siffy Steve. The bounty on their heads 15 thousand Credits a piece. The Word of the Day is; Zombie.
-The Guild."

 "Gotta get paid, son!" [Jestro] screamed, he slammed the door to Ω's RX-7 and walked into his house.
"Stupid, Fuck."  Ω said as he put his car into gear. "Everyone knows assassins don't fight at night."
Just then one of Ω's tires exploded.

Back at Berryumz 김재민 gets another text.

"This is a formal declaration of assassination on behalf of YoJared and Siffy Steve. They are declaring an assassination of the three Guild members known as; 김재민, Ω, and [Sir_Jestro]. Otherwise known as, The SFG Crew. Suit up, guys.
-The Guild representing YoJared and Siffy Steve."

"Oh, fuck." He said and called to the back of the shop. "I HAVE TO GO! ITS A MATTER OF LIFE OR DEATH!"
Then his hot and attractive manager came out and waved him off, ain't she so cute? ^_^

"My tire! What the fuck!?" Ω screamed as he pulled his car over and turned off the engine. He got out and headed for the trunk when suddenly he saw [Jestro] sprinting out of his house.
"Ω! Behind you!" He screamed as he touched his headphone. Ω spun around just in time to see a lanky white guy taking aim with a sniper rifle. Ω rolled out of the way, causing the man to retake his aim.
"Stupid fuckin' Siffy Steve! I told you, a sniper rifle is a worthless weapon when you enemy sees you!" Ω screamed, now sprinting towards Siffy Steve.
"By the time you make it to the top of this building I'll have already killed you!" Siffy Steve screamed.
"Keep talking, I'm only getting closer!" Ω screamed. He was right, as Siffy Steve stood talking on top of the pizza place across the street from [Jestro]'s house, Ω was getting closer to killing him!
"Ω! Where's YoJared!?" [Jestro] screamed.
"IDK, bitch! Can't you see I'm a little busy?"
"Really? I thought you were just running to burn off some of that extra fat?" [Jestro] said, over sarcastically.
"Yo, [Jestro] why you runnin'?" YoJared said from [Jestro]'s right. [Jestro] turned to look and took a bullet to the face. He skidded across the street and slammed into a dumpster.
"Shit, he's gonna be feeling that one in the morning." Siffy Steve said.
"And you're gonna feel this NOW!"  Ω screamed as he slashed at Siffy Steve with his beam katana. Siffy Steve rolled out of the way, but his sniper rile wasn't so lucky.
"Shit!" Siffy Steve screamed. "My Fifty Cal! You'll regret that,  Ω!"
"Not gonna lie, I prolly won't." Ω replied.
"Too bad, YOU will die!" Siffy Steve screamed and pulled out a PP2000 automatic pistol. Ω rolled towards Siffy Steve and sliced off his right arm, gun in hand, falling to the ground. "Ahhhh!" Siffy Steve screamed like a man who had just had his arm sliced off by a beam katana.
"Shut up! Why are you screaming, its annoying, you're just as bad as [Jestro]!" He said as Siffy Steve held his stump of a right arm.
"You'll pay for this!" Siffy Steve screamed and head butted Ω in the chest, knocking off the building.
"Fack! I think I broke my dick!" Ω said to himself as he crawled out of the dumpster he had fallen into.
"Now I'm gonna kill you once and for all, [Jestro], you lil' piece o' shit." YoJared said as he lifted [Jestro] up by the neck.
Just then DJ Machete played Break Down by ギルガメッシュ, or Girugamesh for those of you who can't read/write Japanese. [Jestro] writhed, his breath running short, being squeezed into nothing by the massive hands of YoJared. He tried to speak but could only manage to Leonidas kick him. He fell to his hands and knees and caught his breath.
"Ω, where'd you go?" Siffy Steve asked.
"I'm down here, Fucko. " Ω said and threw his beam katana at Siffy Steve like a boomerang. Siffy Steve ducked as the beam katana flew upwards at him. Ω squatted and forced jumped onto the roof, catching his beam katana at the apex of his leap. He held it with two hands and slammed it down on Siffy Steve. Slicing him in half.
Blood and coins fly everywhere.
"You kick like a girl." YoJared said as he got to his feet, [Jestro] was still catching his breath.
"That's not what your mom said last night, beeyatch." [Jestro] stood up and flexed his fists.
"What you wanna go?" YoJared asked.
"I'd rather be inside watching Caprica, but seeing as how you call this hit on me, looks like I don't have much choice now do I?"
"Haha, let's do this then." YoJared said.
"Took the words right outta my mouth!" [Jestro] screamed as he sprinted towards YoJared. YoJared stood ready.
"김재민, where you at?" Ω asked on the phone with the fashionable 김재민.
"On my way!" He panted.
"Well, hurry the fuck up! YoJared is here and he's about to kill the shit outta [Jestro], and I don't really wanna take this guy on alone." Ω said.
"Why don't you help [Jestro] then?"
"Fuck that noise...not gonna happen, I hate him."
"Haha! Alright, I should be there in - oh, shit!"
"Oh, shit what?" Ω screamed into the phone. But it was too late, 김재민 had already hung up.
"Motherfucker!" Ω cursed to the Gods.
On another side of the city 김재민 was facing his own kinds of troubles, none other than アントワネール was out to kill him.
"Hey, dude. What's up?" 김재민 asked the hazel-eyed death machine.
"'bout to kill that ass, ya dig?" アントワネール said.
"Ummm, no...I don't dig." 김재민 said with a sad face, but he was too exhausted to think of something clever to say in order to appease the straight hair devil. "Dude, seriously. I've gotta be somewhere, can this wait?"
"Nah." アントワネール said and lunged at 김재민.
Just then DJ Machete played Fiction in Hope by Crossfaith.
アントワネール swung with his right hand but 김재민 rolled toward him and out of the way. He spun around and kicked アントワネール in the back. He fell against the building they were both standing beside. 김재민 started sprinting, trying to outrun アントワネール and help his friends. But アントワネール was determined to catch and kill the young, 김재민. 김재민 glanced back and saw アントワネール gaining on him, he had to think quickly.
He ran up the side of the building to his left and cartwheeled off of it, twirling into traffic. He landed on the top of a delivery truck, then cart wheeled again and landed on the hood of a silver BMW.
"Hey, dick!" It was C41212105. "Get offa' my car!"
"Shut the fuck up and floor it!" 김재민 demanded, but just then アントワネール landed on the trunk of the car. "FUCK!" 김재민 screamed. He hopped on the roof of C41212105's car and started spinning his legs around, dancers call this move 'The Windmill'. His constant kicking caused アントワネール to lose his balance. But unluckily for 김재민, he grabbed one of his legs and threw him into an oncoming Fed-Ex truck.
With death flying at him, 김재민 had to think of something.

[Jestro] charged at YoJared.
"Kick his ass, [Jestro]!" Ω screamed! [Jestro] wound his right arm up to punch YoJared. YoJared saw this and said to himself,
"Too obvious!" And then the thought hit him; he'd humiliate [Jestro] by breaking his arm as he punched it. So YoJared swung his own arm at [Jestro]'s oncoming arm. The arms collided and at first YoJared's strength took hold of [Jestro], but then his arm convulsed and and slammed into YoJared's arm again, sending the Hunk stumbling backwards.
"Wha!?" He gasped the way people only do in animes.
"Now, I'm asking you nicely; call off the hit." [Jestro] ordered.
"And what if I don't?" YoJared asked.
"Then I kill you, all kindsa' dead." [Jestro] said, then he pulled a head sized ring from his back.
"Wha-what's that?" YoJared asked, still on his back. Then the ring's edge lit up, the same florescent blue that [Jestro]'s eyes were.
"This...is death." [Jestro] said. "Now make the call. Send the text, call it off; I walk away, go watch Caprica, and you keep your limbs."
"Never!" He screamed and jumped to his feet and charged.
"Bad move." Ω said, now on the street with them.

김재민 maneuvered his body so that all of his weight was transferred to his feet. He landed just feet before the truck and leaped back into the air, turning his body backwards (similar to the way high jumpers move their bodies). On his way up and over the truck he plucked the radio antenna off and flung it at アントワネール, who was still on top of C41212105's car.
"Hey, get offa my car!" He yelled, just shot him a death stare. "...Kay, sorry." That's when the antenna hit アントワネール's face, knocking him off the BMW. 김재민 let himself fall flat onto the top of the Fed-Ex truck. He let out a long sigh.
"That should buy me some time." He thought. But he spoke too soon.
アントワネール had climbed to the top of the truck.
"I'mma tax that ass." He said. 김재민 hopped to his feet and swung at アントワネール, hitting him in the stomach. アントワネール took a few steps backward and lifted his hand.
"What?" 김재민 asked.
"...I gotta drop a deuce." アントワネール said, he was being serious too.
"Haha, so does this mean I can go help my friends?" 김재민 asked.
"Yeah, I'll tax that ass later, ya dig?"
"I dig. See yah!" 김재민 said then jumped back onto C41212105's car and climbed in through the window. "Drive to [Jestro]'s and step on it!"
"Okay." C41212105 said accompanied by a little girlie giggle.

"I won't go down without a fight!" YoJared screamed as he charged at [Jestro] who threw his glowing death ring. As it flew towards him, YoJared dodged it.
"Too slow!" He laughed and charged faster. He wound up and arm and threw it at [Jestro] who tossed it aside and punched YoJared in the head, knocking him backwards. As YoJared stumbled backwards [Jestro]'s glowing death ring caught him in the leg, just above the right knee.
SLICE!
"Ahhhh!" YoJared screamed and fell to the ground, blood spewing from his leg like spaghetti sauce.
"Now, I'm missing Caprica. This is your last chance-"
"Alright, fuck man!" YoJared screamed squeezing him stump with one hand, the other was trying desperately to retrieve his phone from his pocket.
" Ω, help him." [Jestro] said.
"Fuck you, nig-nog!"  Ω yelled.
"Geeze, fine, whatever." [Jestro] said raising his arms in the air. Then he got a text message,

"The Hothead, YoJared has just called the hit of The SFG Crew off. Caprica must be on. Have a great night, and remember; always wear a condom.
-The Guild"

"Alright. Well, that sounds good to me. YoJared, I'll call the an ambulance and get you fixed up-" [Jestro] said, taking his suit off.
"Nah, its cool man. I'll call one of my boys."
"Word. Well, Ω. You smell like cabbage and I'm out. Peace!" [Jestro] said as he walked inside his house, where his father was waiting.
"You're late for tea!" He screamed as he threw a tea cup at [Jestro].

-Sir Jestro

To Alyss,

I am naming the main character of my newest short story after your son, Mason. Alyss, don't focus on the obviousness of what happens to the character. It must be more than a little traumatic to think of your son as "Mr. Demolished". But if you can see the meaning behind it all; that people shouldn't neglect their surroundings, it becomes nicer.
Honestly, and I hate admitting this, I picked the name Mason because I'm horrible at naming things; Characters, Places, Stories themselves! And I like the name, its got a good ring to it.
So I hope you won't take any offense to me naming "Mr. Demolished" (currently the most difficult short story I've ever written to date) Mason.

-Sir Jestro

Fluorescent Babies

Listen to the hum of the fluorescent babies,
as they sing intravenously to their mothers,
and lie in juxtaposition beside them.

The wrinkles crawl up their mothers' faces,
Aged with worry and concern,
They plant their babies in a pot of cushions.

The static settles and the baby's eyes grow wide,
The flashing lights come flying in,
In 1080p, high definition.

The mothers leave their nest and complain about being drained,
While the fathers spread their seed like fire,
And the children are left in the care of HD.

The only solace is trapped behind glass,
In an alternate reality,
Where time is controlled.
The light fades on the blank, fluorescent canvas, and it becomes just as dull as the world around it.

Ummm...

I've noticed in my absence I still don't get comments, a sad fact I'll have to just live with. I've been reluctant to start writing consistently for multiple reasons; I don't want to just produce crap just for the sake of producing something. Seeing as how the only person who ever lit a fire under my ass thinks it'd be better if the two of us didn't talk anymore, there really seems to be no negativity in not constantly writing. I wonder, is it bad to give the above mentioned person something for her birthday, even though she wants nothing to do with me?
On to lighter news!
Another reason I haven't been writing as much is because, as some of you may know, I've taken up art (drawing). Actively. I've sent out some of my sketches to people via text, but the responses (if I managed to get any) were "Haha" or "lol". Apparently, my drawing are funny, is that a good thing?
I'm trying to get good enough to draw the SFG manga, but that might take a few years, but I know I'll be able to draw The SFG Crew in Chibi, so that's a start.
With the progression of my art skill I can also begin drawing some of my other stories, mainly my shorts. For those of you who are fans of The Rabbit's Foot, that will NOT be turned into a manga or comic. I might be able to draw select images from it, but due to its fully first person nature, it HAS to be a film if it ever wants to grow from the letters.
Carrios is alive and well on his boat, for all of you who care. He's currently the only person giving me feedback on Throwing Pearls to the Pig. Most of his advice is superficial but some of it hit home and I thank him for that.
Oh, one more thing!
I'm writing this now so no one takes offense to it when the time comes. SFG will only has three parts and in the third one every main character but C41212105 will die. This has nothing to do with me being pissed at Liz and wanting to kill her off, like I did with some people in SFG 1. This is merely a means to an end. Why does C41212105 live? Because I still need to write SFG, The C41212105 Chronicles! And the real Carrios wants to use SFG as history in his stories. Fallen heros. Another thing, what represents all of them are as follows; [Jestro] has his headphones, Ω has his beam katana, 김재민 has The Lance of Longinus, and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** eventually learns how to fight with thin razor wire. So if Carrios fucks those four things up, I'm going to be pissed.
And on that note, I bid you all a good night.

-Sir Jestro

Throwing Pearls to the Pig [Chapter Four]

"You're a complete waste of time."

I read between the lines, saw her face; the girl who first told me that. Well, she didn't actually use those words, but the implications were obvious enough.

I see her face, in my mind's eye, covered in soft flesh, a warm brown color. Her cheeks are plump and he eyes are hard. I thought this one was going to be the love of my life, turns out I wouldn't meet her until that morning in the bookstore. That was exactly one week ago from today, at first my work was affected by it, but now I'm back to where I should be.

Its morning again, I'm sitting inside of a church, sitting on a pew, with my head down. The humans must think I'm praying, in fact I'm just listening.

Listening to their hearts.

Listening to their fears, their loves.

After meeting Melissa it was like I had warmed my hands, my fingers were toasty. Like I had been outside in the cold and was now warming up next to the fire, gazing into the magnificent orange embers as they chewed the wood.

Now, however, I'm back out in the stormy cold, winds whipping at me from every side.

Someone sits down next to me. I keep my head down, I continue to listen.

"Our Father, who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory. 

for ever and ever. 

Amen."

"Amen." I repeat and look up at Melissa sitting next to me. Her eyes widen.

"You?"

I nod. 

"Was I speaking out loud?" She asks, then stops adjusts. "I must have been, such a stupid question. I'm-I'm sorry."

Someone behind us makes a "Shh!" sound. Melissa bites her lip and shrugs.

"Do you want to get a cup of coffee?" She mouths. 

I nod.

"I'm really sorry about the other day," She says. "I was still a little upset about my father's...death, and then you said what you said and I, I dunno, just lost it."

"I should have apologized, I didn't mean to offend you." I trace the brim of my cup with my middle finger.

"No, no! You didn't, not really. I mean, I understand now that that was just your view of death and even though its a bit..." Right now she's making a series of different faces and rotating one of her hands in a circle. "...'out there' I have to respect that, respect you as a human being."

I laugh.

She laughs.

We're laughing together, like a couple.

It might be better to lie to her, to spare her from who I really am. From what I really am. On the other hand, if she is, in fact, the love of my life- the reason I sold my soul- then it seems unfair to keep such a big secret from her.

What she doesn't know won't hurt her.

"Can I ask a question?" She asks.

"Besides that one?" I ask with a smirk. She rolls her eyes.

"...Yeah." I think I can feel her blushing, it feels like that fire again.

"Sure."

"Um, and this is completely a hypothetical question, but um," She's now looking out the window, looking past the streets, past the people, into a place I'd like to go. "let's say we were dating."

"Oh, we're dating now?" I add.

She laughs.

"Well, if you're going to be mean then I'll just not ask." 

"No, no! I apologize. Please, go on."

"Alright, so we're dating and um, I just happen to you know, have a dark past. Like, let's say, I worked in the porn industry or something. Would you still want to stay with me? Assuming before this our relationship was totally fine. Like this was my way of showing you how much you meant to me." 

"Well, would you still be in the porn industry when you told me this?" I ask.

"No, let's say I only did it for a few years after high school, to get some extra money."

"Well, I know for a fact that I'd never want to see the porns you were in, assuming you did more than just model nude. It really depends on how long we were together and how much I cared or loved you."

"Let's just say, that we were hopelessly in love and had only been together a few months."

"As long as it wasn't too far into the relationship, and you weren't doing it anymore, and of course didn't have any diseases, I think I could stay with you."

"You think?" She asks.

"Well, yeah. When we're actually in it, I would be thinking rationally, I'll be thinking with my heart, which is never good. But its more complicated than that, you don't really get to choose who you love and who will love you back. That's how people get caught up in those nasty love triangles."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, the way I see it is, if we broke up and I felt an overwhelming sense of grief by not being able to see or talk to you, than it was either love or obsession." I say and take a sip of coffee.

"Some people say love is obsession." She adds.

"I agree. But only when its both people being obsessed does it work."

"So you'd stay with me even if I had a bunch of guys run a train on me?" She asks with a smile warmer than her blushing.

"Like I said, I would never watch any of the videos or pictures, so...yeah."

She laughs.

I laugh.

We laugh together.

-Sir Jestro

Wait, what?

I'm a little upset with the world, and with myself. I'd like to complain, that's what some people use these blogs for, but however I know most if not all of you are here to read my works of fiction, therefore I'll refrain from entirely bitching.
I'm angry with myself for not being happy with what I write, I write about a page of stuff for a chapter, don't like it, and then close the tab and maybe stumble for a while, or go play Mario. I'm running out of movies I own to keep my interest and it seems as though I'm being ignored. Yes, Liz I'm talking about you.
That's just the way it feels.
I'm also upset that I can draw a comic, of low quality, but nonetheless a comic, and yet I'm unable to flesh out a story.
And I'm lonely, extremely lonely. I used to have someone to talk to, now I talk to myself, and he never talks back, selfish bastard.
I bought Moon, it was great. Cheered me up a little bit. You should all go out and watch it.
-Sir Jestro

Wayyyyy Too Funny and Whatnot

Its so true, its funny!
Ha! And I STILL haven't read part four! :P
-Sir Jestro

Ya dig?

The greatest thing I've ever read, thanks to my main man, Kim Je-Min.

^_^

-Sir Jestro

Under, Over

Take me under,

Beneath the murky waters,

In a place where time makes sense.

Take me over,

Above the grimy clouds,

Baddreamspray

Indeed, these four maniacs will be bringing you all a series of short films. The quality won't be amazing, but I know either the humor or the meaning will be. Stay tuned all my amazing readers.

-Sir Jestro

Dollface [Chapter Six]

As the two massive doors opened the sounds of a crowded city poured out. It was like a waterfall of sound and, blue radiant light. As Tiny and I walked through the enormous gateway we saw the disgusting residents, no doubt the derelicts of Pompey, huddled up in balls. They were shivering and muttering to themselves in a language I couldn't understand. Tiny and I walked down what I assumed to be the main street.
The buildings were covered in blue and purple neon lights that they wore like shrouds. I couldn't recognize the buildings past the constant glowing. It was like visual traffic and my brain was too slow to sort them.
Then the foot traffic began.
Tons of dozens of...residents started criss-crossing as we hit the first intersection. People, trees, giants, animals, humanoid animals were passing each other as we walked through the intersection.
We got onto a smaller street when Tiny stopped. I followed suit and looked up at it. Tiny raised it's arm, my gaze followed.
"A doll shop?" I asked. Tiny resumed walking. We entered the doll shop. Tiny had to practically crawl to fit in the door.
There were hundreds of them of all shapes and sizes. Dolls standing along the walls, hung on hangers, sitting in different poses.
"Hello, friends! How can I help you!?" A stout man with eight spider legs, each crawling quickly towards us, shouted. "Ah, there's no doubt you're here to purchase a doll. So what would you like? What is your desire, sir?" He came close to me, extended his hand towards mine--his long fingers wrapping gracefully around my own.
"We have many models to choose from," He continued, leading me into the depths of the shop. "you see here we have what I like to call the Worker Model. This little lady would handle any sort of task laid out before her. Cooking, cleaning, watching the little ones, anything that you need done, Sir, she can and will get done, and all with our Lifetime satisfaction guarantee!"
"Not interested." I said bluntly.
"Of course not, what was I thinking, you're a man, an independent man, no doubt! You get stuff done all on your own accord, very respectable, sir. Now if you'll come just a hop skip and a jump way's down here." He lead me further into the shop. "This doll is one of our most popular models, designed for the more..." He paused and looked at me with a smirk. "Sexual type of man. She can handle any kind of sexual desire a man could ever want."
"Not interested." I cut him off.
"Absolutely not, sir! It was all a jest." He took me by the hand yet again, this time up stairs. We stopped.
"Aribella?" I asked. She was sitting in front of me, at the top of the stairs, a dead look in her eyes--as if she was lost in a thought, focusing on some image a million miles away.
"Ah, I see you're already taken in by our Heart Model's attraction. She has been known to haunt the dreams and fuel the fantasies of all who see her."
Crack.
Shatter.

There goes my heart.
"Honey, come back to bed." Aribella says, I turn around. Our bedroom is projected against bare off white walls. There she is, flat against the wall, on my bed covered by the torn blanket. She waves at me.
"Well, hurry up! I'm cold and don't want your cold feet freezing me after I get warm." She bundles under the covers.
"But I have work." I say in dead, rehearsed voice. It feels strange, like these are scripted lines my muscles remember. "You know I have to finish these pages before Friday."
"Fine, your loss. I'm sure there are dozens of other guys out there who'd love to have a naked girl in there bed begging them to come in."
"Well, you would know, wouldn't you?" Its like remembering the words to a song I haven't heard in years, the delivery is dry, the timing is a little rusty, but the words are all the same.
"You're such a dick, Jack! Passive aggressive bullshit!"
I remember I'm supposed to pause.
I pause.
She waits.
I remember I turn back to my work, she gets upset and leaves.
But I don't want to do that. I want to go to bed. I want her to wrap her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and warm me up.
"I'm sorry, baby." I say.
She looks at me and the projected image glitches. I can see the digital lines realign.
"What?" She asks, her voice deepens in pitch at the end, like a robot.
"Make room, I'm coming." I get to my feet and walk toward her, but just as I do I bump into the wall and the projection shuts off, leaving just the off white wall.
"Magnificent, sir! Simply magnificent! In all the years of owning this doll shop I have never seen something like that, a memory projection, absolutely amazing!" The man tells me.
"I bet." I tell him.
"So, sir. It appears as though you've either lost your 'Aribella' or you're looking for her."
"Yes."
"Might I offer you this, a hound dog, trained just to find your Aribella."
"No, thanks." I leave the doll shop. Outside Tiny is still waiting.
"No luck, she wasn't there." I tell it. Tiny puts it's head down in defeat. "Its alright, we'll go get something to eat and start again."

-Sir Jestro

An Edit

So as the days tick by, and I get closer and closer to 21, which can just symbolize thirty for the people in my family, and seeing as how my great grandfather just died a few days ago, I find myself wanting to leave something behind.
Sure I'll probably leave more of a lasting impression on those who've actually met me, but I really want to leave my legacy behind in words and images. We'll always have the internet, from here on out, so my face will be remembered by future robot aliens some thousand years from now, and they'll worship Baddreamspray, but that's not a true and full impression of who I am, who I was.
Its also a truth that peoples' memories can bend and warp what really happened, or even worse, erase and forget the past, as we've all seen the once perfect, Elizabeth do. It still stings to think of such depressing issues, and that's just the thing with me, perhaps us all even. When things are at their worst I find myself looking to the past and asking myself, why?
How did I get here?
What went wrong?
Its often a struggle for me to look to the future, such an intangible place, and become happy.
I should be looking toward the past, to all the good and happy things and using those, not the depressing ones, to form my future, better yet, form my present.
Which is why I've decided, rather than begin several new stories and picking the best one out of those to be published, I should just take an old one and perfect it. The hardest part is accomplished, the actual writing! Now I have to spend hours slaving and editing it, throwing stuff away and revising things.
Why?
Because my mother still thinks I don't cuss, because my father doesn't know just how far my imagination can go. They still look at me as a child, but when they were my age, they had two kids!
Some redemption should be brought to our name, some type of acknowledgment. Romero should be more than a name synonymous with zombies (not that I mind).
So all of my devoted readers; which story (that's completed) should I pursue in getting published by HEAVILY editing, I cringe re-reading my own work. That needs to change.
So please, leave me some comments, so I know you're all still out there.
I love you all, be safe.

-Sir Jestro

Throwing Pearls to the Pig [Chapter Three]

"You're fucking crazy." She says to me, then she turns to leave. I want to turn around and leave. I've said too much already, if I follow her no good will come of it.
"I don't know who Crazy is and I'm definitely not fucking her." I say running in front of her.
"Will you please leave me alone you asshole?" I see my humor is meaningless.
"Let me explain first." I plea.
She stops walking, rolls her eyes, and breathes heavily out her nose.
"...Well...!?" She beckons.
"I uh...Let me start by saying; Hi. I'm Issac." I extend my hand, she doesn't even look at it. "Alright, I see."
She starts walking again.
"What if I told you I was a Grim Reaper?"
"I'd get away from you as soon as I could." She responds.
"Well, the truth is; I am a Grim." I say.
"A Grim?" She asks.
"Yes, there're tons of us, all over the place." I say, becoming desperate.
"Will you please-" I cut her off.
"Listen to me, there's no real easy way to say this, but the truth. I sold my soul to God to find true love."
"I'm calling the cops." She says as she turns a corner.
"No, wait." I plea again. "I sold my soul to find you."

She stops, her hand pressed against a door with the words, "Employees Only" written on it. She doesn't turn around.
"I became a Grim to find you, only I didn't know it would be you, or if you even really existed, but now that we've met I know, I just-"
"Stop. You crossed the line with the remark about my father, now you're just digging yourself a deeper grave." She says.
"You don't understand, I love you." I say.
"We just met!" She screams, turning around.
"I'm well aware of that...?" I say.
"You don't even know my name." She responds.

I don't.

"Melissa!" She says.
"Melissa." I repeat. "Melissa, I know this all sounds a little-"
"More like a lot!"
"Yes, a lot out-there, but trust me, what I'm saying is true."
"I don't believe you, now please leave." She says and walks behind the "Employees Only" door. I stand, defeated and tired.

My heart hurts. That's the first time in twelve years that my heart has felt anything. I miss feeling so human.

-Sir Jestro

A Request, A New Adventure

Carrios has asked me to write a new, shorter and more personal speech for his 'after-getting-married-dinner' which I expect to be sometime in March or April.
I kind of just want to use the same speech I already have in my head, but that's for a big room, not just four of us (and see I'd like to have a date of my own for that night, but sadly I don't think that will happen) so now I'm starting to wonder what I can do.
Hmmmmm (that is a verbal representation of me thinking)....
Today I met a girl who drew the most amazing picture for me; a giant squid (I love squid!) fighting a giant robot. The robot looks like the service bot (I think that's his name) from Marvel vs. Capcom. Its an amazing picture, I stand in awe of her artistic abilities.
Updates on my artistic endeavors; I'm getting better, at least that's what people tell me and I have to say, I feel as though I have a nature ability for it, and hope I continue to pursue it. I guess that will be my new years resolution: Becoming better at drawing or some type of painting, and eventually making my own comic (all by the end of the year).
I apologize to all of my readers who prefer my writings over my rants, but believe me when I say, it'll be worth the wait.
I hope you're all keeping well and now for a quote from my favorite band, Nine Inch Nails;
"Shame on us, doomed from the start, may God have mercy on our dirty little hearts,
Shame on us, for all we have done, and all we ever were, just zeros and ones."
- Zero-Sum



-Sir Jestro

Micro-vision

I'd like to just throw some things out in the open, if I might.
There's been something that's been scratching my insides as of late; an idea.
Something I can't put my finger on, or couldn't until just recently.
What is this idea, you might ask?
Micro-vision, is what I'm going to call it.
I'm sure I'm making even less sense now than I was above, let me elaborate.
Its no secret that my favorite piece of literature is Lewis Carroll's "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass". For the longest time I couldn't understand why that was, I mean, its not really THAT great of a story. But what I've come to find, in the short years of my life is that, as we get older our intentions seem to shift. We seem to be taken away, either by our choosing or by society or religion or what have you, from ourselves.
Ask someone what they want to do with their lives, they'll tell you something that won't happen for years. They tell you their whole plan, what they wish to accomplish, they tell you their goal. They don't tell you:
"I want a new cell phone."
"I want to watch a view with someone very special to me."
"I want to get home and sleep."
"I want to make my friends laugh."
and so on.
What I want to know is why we don't think this way anymore. When we were younger that was our thinking. It was so naive, which is how most characters in 'Alice' were. But I don't see these things as being naive. Its just micro-vision.
Seeing the millions of little pieces that make up the lives around you. Stating the obvious.
Take this quote by The King of Hearts for example:
"Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop."
And a doorknob,
"Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction."
and Alice herself,
"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, Sir, because I'm not myself you see."
There's something about these quotes that's missing in the world today, and I think we can all grow as humans if we follow how simple it is.
I've ranted for far too long.
Back to the stories, shall we?


-Sir Jestro

Star Force Gemini 2 Chapter 2.5 Third Draft

"Now this is the plan. Getcha' ass to Mars."
"What the fu--?" C41212105 shouts not looking away from the road. "Ω, you hit your head pretty hard back there, but you're not Quaid."
"Wha....?" Ω grunts out from the back seat, he's spread across both seats of C41212105's 2008 Mustang GT. "My name's not Quaid."
"Yeah, I know that fucko!" C41212105 says.
"Where, where're we goin'?"
"To pick up **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** from work and then meet up with 김재민, he says he's gotta plan or some shit, I dunno, I wasn't really listening." C41212105 says, the glare from the street lights blurring past his face like a strobe light.
"Wake me up when we're there." Ω grunts as he passes out.

"Hey, Uglyass! Wake the fuck up!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams in Ω's ear. He jumps with a start.
"WHA!?" He screams quickly assessing his surroundings just in case he has to open up a can of whoop-ass.
"We're here." C41212105 says with a giggle.
"Yeah." 김재민 adds.
"So what's the plan?" Ω asks.
"Well, we saw [Jestro] go that way." 김재민 says.
"And 김재민 told us he seemed in a really bad mood so I don't wanna take my brand new, not even released to the public yet, 2008 Mustang GT that I drove all your broke asses in, around him: he might destroy it." C41212105 adds.
"Yeah, thanks C41212105. I am standing right here. I could have told him all of that." 김재민 says in an overly sarcastic tone.
"Well, I'm just sayin'..." C41212105 says, defeated.
"So he's pissed, wakudo." Ω says.
"No, dude. You don't understand, he grew fucking tentacles and bit the top half of El Salvador off! Like whoosh!! Arrrch!!! You know? Like that." 김재민 says.
"You really saw Ryan do all that?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks.
"Hey, when did the bitch get here?" Ω asks.
"I've been here the whole time, you ugly Greek...Ugh!" She says.
"I like Ha-Neul better." Ω says under his breath.
"What did you say, Frank?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks.
"That I like Ha-Neul better! You're a fuckin' bitch!"
"How am I a bitch?" She asks, getting defensive.
"You wouldn't let [Jestro] dick you down!" Ω screams.
"I have a boyfriend!"
"Fuck that guy, he's a damn tool! LAWLZ!"
"Yeah." 김재민 adds.
"Stay outta this!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** shouts. "And you're just jealous, Frank."
"Jealous? Bah! I'm pissed, you could have at least let [Jestro] put one of his fingers in your vag."
"That's rude!" She screams.
"You'd have liked it!"
"Ugh!" She screams.
"But on the real, you like [Jestro], don't you?" Ω asks. No response.
"...Yeah, but no." 김재민 says. "I didn't see him actually eat El Salvador but--"
"Then how can you be sure he did it?!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** interjects.
"Well, I just--"
"Yeah, dude." C41212105 says. "It could have been like Criss Angel on TV. Just fancy editing."
"What the fuck?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks.
"Yeah, dude. What the hell are you talking about?" 김재민 adds.
"I dunno, just sayin'." C41212105 says under his breath.
"Okay, just shut up. [Jestro] is pissed and fucking scary as fuck." 김재민 says beginning to walk after [Jestro].
"Scary how?" C41212105 asks.
"Yeah, like on a scale of one to ten?" Ω asks.
"Well, probably a 23." 김재민 says.
"FUCK!" Ω and C41212105 say in unison, **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** doesn't say anything, because even though she knows the inside joke, she'd rather just be a hater and ruin the flow.
"Haha, yeah." 김재민 says. "But it was weird, it was like...It wasn't really him. You know? Like it was just raw anger and hatred."
"What...the...shit...?" Ω asks.
"Wait!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams. "That is so weird! Ryan talked to me a few hours ago!"
"Bitch, you trippin' hoe!" C41212105 says, then she punches him in the arm giving him a dead arm. "Ow! Geeze...sorry."
"I'm serious. It was like the second Twilight book."
"You mean, New Moon?" C41212105 asks.
"Why do you know what they're called, dude?" 김재민 asks.
"Wha...? I--uh...I watched, I mean...I've seen the preview for the movie!" He quickly says.
"Bullshit!" Ω screams hopping on one leg.
"Shut up you guys, I mean they're good books!" C41212105 says, digging himself an even bigger hole.
"Don't interrupt me!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams hitting him in the arm again. "Fuck, what was I talking about, I forgot."
"[Jestro] talking to you, like Twilight." 김재민 says, still leading the way.
"New Moon." C41212105 adds.
"Oh, yeah." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** laughs. "So, I was about to get robbed by these guys and duh duh duh duh duh, and then I hear this voice, and it sounds like Ryan's and he tells me to fight and duh duh duh duh duh, and then..." She pauses, they all look at her. "...I forgot what happened then. But he talked to me! Did he talk to any of you guys?"
"Nope."
"No."
"Not me."
"Well, Ha! I'm his favorite!" She says with a smile.
"We all knew that, fat ass!" Ω says.
"My ass is not fat, it's just big, Ugly!" She says in defense.
"I thought I was his favorite." 김재민 adds, hurt.
"Shut up." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says as they turn a corner.
"It was just a matter of time, I suppose." Ω said.
"What the hell are you talking about, fatass?" C41212105 asked as they walked down the streets of Pompey, the stagnant rain flooding down on the dilapidated city-- an abattoir of joy.
"There he is, fucko. Look." Ω says raising his beam katana, the sound of the water as it sizzles against the hot beam is reminiscent of a bug zapper.
And there he stands, [Jestro] or at least his suit. He's still, staring up at the grey mourning sky as it cries melodramatic tears onto him.
"Ryan!?"**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams. A single quick jolt electrifies his body, he stiffens in a different position, before slowly turning his head.
"Oh, shit. Look what you did, bitch." 김재민 says to her. [Jestro] turns slowly to face our heroes.
"Dude, it's us, remember!?" C41212105 calls out.
No response.
[Jestro] takes a single step, a car whizzes by behind him. As the bright blue lights illuminate his black body the four of them see his dark red eyes, burning unlike anything they had ever seen.
"I don't think he remembers us, dude." Ω says lowering his arm. "That or he's really pissed I didn't go to his funeral."
"Fuck you, Frank. You're such an asshole." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** said to him, then she cupped her hands around her mouth. "Ryan! What's wrong!?"
No response.
"What's really funny is, she didn't even go to his funeral, her sister called her to go to lunch, she bailed on his ass." C41212105 says to Ω in a whisper.
"Say something, damnit!" She screams. The others are starting to feel uncomfortable.
"**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** come on, let's leave him alone and just keep following him. He's obviously in a really bad mood." 김재민 says as he grasps her arm around the wrist.
"Don't touch me!" She says raising her arm, fist clenched, ready to hit him. Then [Jestro] turns around and begin to walk away. "NO!! Ryan, come back!" She screams and chases after him, C41212105 chases after her. The others watch.
"**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** come back! This is crazy!" He screams. Just then she grabs [Jestro] by the arm. He flings his arm, sending her flying into C41212105, they both fall to the ground.
"Fuck you, bitch! You think that's going to stop me? Well, it won't!" She screams as she gets to her feet. She lets her hands drop to her side.
"**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**!!" 김재민 screams as he runs over to her and C41212105.
"What, you don't call my name?" C41212105 asks.
"Hell, no."
"Why not?" C41212105 asks.
"Because you aren't a hot chick with a huge...Wait that's it!" 김재민 says. Then he screams. "[Jestro] remember the ass!!"
[Jestro] stops walking.
"It worked!" C41212105 says as he gets to his feet.
"No shit, dumbass." Ω says walking past them. "I'll take care of this. Yo, [Jestro] we've had it with this shit, it's time to give us some fucking answers!"
[Jestro] turns to face Ω, his eyes are closed. Ω goes to grab [Jestro]'s arm when suddenly [Jestro] palm hits Ω in the chest. Ω slides back on his toes, a few dozen feet before stopping and falling on one knee. He looks down at his chest.
"This was my favorite shirt. It's on now, beeyatch!" Then he charges at [Jestro]. He swings, [Jestro] dodges, rolls to flank Ω, turns around. Ω spins around to find [Jestro] running at him, he swings. The blade is stopped on [Jestro]'s outstretched arm. [Jestro] then spins the blade around, grabs hold of it, and chucks it. It slams into a passing car, causing it [the car] to explode.
Everyone stands in awe, even [Jestro] who gazes down at his arm. A magnificent burn in the suit reveals charred skin. The suit grows back over the wound.
"We have to remove the suit!" Ω screams. Then [Jestro] grabs him by the shoulders and throws him into the building beside them.
김 재민 runs up from behind [Jestro] but is too slow, [Jestro] spins around as 김재민's fist was coming. He grabs it, squeezes and spins, sending 김재민 flying into the street.
Just then a thin, silver string wraps itself around [Jestro]'s neck. His eyes widen and he places one hand around his neck. He realizes what it is and move at the exact right moment. The silver string tightens just as spins, but as fast as he is, he wasn't fast enough. The suit covering his face peels off exposing the skin. He falls to his knees.
"Ryan! Are you okay, I didn't want to do it, but I didn't know what else to do." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says, tears flowing down her already wet face. In her hands, the thin silver wire.
[Jestro] looks at her, eyes as dead as a corpse, pupils wide.
"Ryan! Please!" She screams.
"I am [Jestro]!" He screams in a dead and robotic voice as the suit slithers it's way back over his face.
DJ Machete plays Sequoia Throne by Protest the Hero. [To all you reading right now, please listen to the song, because this is the ONLY time all five of our heroes fight...EACHOTHER!!!...Yeah, I know right. ^_^]
[Jestro] turns quickly to see Ω charging at him. He back handsprings onto his feet and put his arms up. Ω removes, from his jacket, a new beam katana.
"Wha!? That beam katana has TWO beams!" C41212105 says.
Ω slashes at [Jestro] , who dodges every swipe by moving his shoulders. Then he plants his feet and uppercuts Ω. As Ω's body flies backwards, up into the air, 김재민 sprints beneath him. He bends down on one knee and swipe kicks [Jestro]. [Jestro] cartwheel flips out of the way of the kick and lands on a car.
"Hey, **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**!" C41212105 screams. "Use that wire that you just pulled outta' your ass and let's help these guys out!"
[Jestro] leaps into the air and crashes down onto 김재민. But luckily, the fast ninja rolled out of the way and threw a ball and chain at [Jestro]. The chain wrapped itself around [Jestro]'s neck, he grasped it with his right hand and ripped it apart.
"...Fuck!" 김재민 screamed pulling a katana out.
He sliced at [Jestro], as [Jestro] moved his body sideways he saw Ω's new double beam katana flying at him. He dodged it which left him standing right next to 김재민. 김재민 slashed and swiped at [Jestro] who continually dodged each of them. Ω's beam katana came back around. [Jestro] ducked, and so did 김재민, back hand springing out of the way.
Just then both **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** and C41212105 charged at him, weapons drawn.
"C41212105, where the hell did that fencing rapier come from?" Ω asks catching his beam katana.
"Don't worry about it!" C41212105 screams as he swipes and manages to stick [Jestro] in the stomach. [Jestro] looks down at his stomach. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** uses this pause to wrap her wire around his neck. [Jestro] grabs the blade of C41212105's rapier and rips it out of his stomach with so much force that it knocks C41212105 onto his back. Then [Jestro]'s back begins to convulse and two giant tumors emerge from his back. Fire shoots out from the bottoms of both of them, like a jet pack. **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** tries holding on to the wire that's still wrapped around his neck, but she looses her grip and falls towards the earth.
Ω wall runs up...a wall, and springs off of it into the air. He catches a hold of [Jestro] and the two begin to twirl around the sky.
**SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** falls down towards earth and just when she thinks the pain is about to come, it doesn't really. She looks around and sees that she's fallen on top of C41212105.
"Thanks, Carlos." She says.
"Yeah." He squeaks.
Ω elbows [Jestro] in the back of the head a few times, trying to get him to lose control and fall to the ground. But [Jestro] instead, slams into the ground, crushing Ω. [Jestro] jumps to his feet and sees 김재민 sprinting towards him, katana still in hand. [Jestro] clenches his fists and prepares to pwn. He front flips over 김재민 and fires twice with his back cannons.

PAUSE!!!

"But, Mr. Romero. What IS a back cannon?" You might ask yourself whilst reading this.
"Well, it is, in fact, a cannon on the top of a cannon, imagine a gun that shot from both ends of the barrel. It allows someone to fire, let's just say a missile, from the opposite end of a jet pack than the thruster. This could be used in any number of ways, so feel free to let your imaginations run wild."

RESUME!!!

김재민 dodges both missiles fired from the back cannons, but didn't, however dodge their explosions. He's thrown into the side of a nearby building and knocked out. [Jestro] sprints and leaps into the air, flying into the clouds.
"Not so fast, you son of a bitch." Ω screams. He grabs 김재민's body and throws it into the air then he runs up the side of one of the nearby buildings. He leaps off and grabs 김재민's body to jump even higher into the sky, with that extra jump he managed to grab [Jestro].
"Wow, his fat ugly ass actually did it." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says.
"Yeah, now can you get off of me please?" C41212105 asks.
"In a minute, I'm tired."
"But we need to use an EMP."
"Why?" She asks.
"To deactivate the suit you iget!"
"What did you call me!?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams as she jumps to her feet.
"You know, if you spent half as much effort in remembering the things [Jestro] had told you while he was alive that you spend on that toll of a boyfriend of yours, you'd be a lot better off."
"What the hell does THAT mean?" She asks.
"It means he must have wasted a lot of time and energy on you." C41212105 says walking to 김재민's body.
"Well, he didn't have to!" She says, following him.
"You can stand there and bitch about spilled milk all you want, but the fact of the matter is; he DID spend that time on you, and there's no undoing that." C41212105 rolls 김재민 over and starts searching his pockets.
"What are you looking for?"
"An EMP, like I said when you were sitting on me!"
"Geeze, you're rude."
"That's the kettle calling the pot black." C41212105 says.
"What do you mean?" She asks.
"I honestly don't know what he saw in you besides that ass and maybe those lips." C41212105 says still searching the pockets.
"He liked my personality and my honesty."
"Well, those ARE traits he'd like but still..." C41212105 stands up.
"What do you mean, but still?"
"Shut up for a minute, kay?" C41212105 asks.
"Don't tell me to shut up!" Just then C41212105 threw the tiny little metallic ball into the sky. Then there was a loud crash and two bodies landed in the middle of the road.
"About time, Weinburg!" Ω says as he gets to his feet. They all surround [Jestro].
"Is he dead?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks. C41212105 and Ω look at her.
"Yes, bitch!" They say.
"You'd know that if you were paying attention, or if you went to his damn funeral.
"My sister called me to get lunch, sorry." She says.
"Your apologizes are meaningless." 김재민 says walking into the circle.
"Yeah." C41212105 agrees.
"Shit dawg!" A voice says on the top of one of the nearby buildings. The four of them look toward the voice.
"Who the fuck's there!?" 김재민 screams.
"Yo, dawg is that a chick with you guys, dawg?" The voice asks.
"Yeah, but who the hell are you?" 김재민 shouts back.
"Yo, dawg. Can she cook, dawg?" The voice said, then started giggling.
"Can you cook?" 김재민 asks.
"Kinda." **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** says.
"She says 'kinda'!" 김재민 shouts.
"Yo, dawg. How long is her hair?" The voice shouts back.
"What the fuck is this guy's problem?" 김재민 asks. He looks at **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr**.
"Like middle back." She responds.
"She says 'like middle back'." 김재민 shouts.
"Ho ho ho!" The voice laughs. "Yo, dawg. Ask her if she likes black guys."
"Fuck no!" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams.
"Why not, female?" The voice asks as the figure jumps down to face the SFG Crew.
"Because they're greasy." She says.
"You musta' never been wit a black guy then, dawg!" The black guy says and then starts laughing.
"I don't get it." C415212105 says.
"Yeah, dick. What the fuck is your deal? Why the shit were you on the top of that building?" Ω asks.
"Well, I got like these powers and shit dawg, you white people wouldn't know anything about that though." The voice says.
"Let's throw down then." Ω says.
"Haha! You wish you could touch me, dawg!" The character says.
"What's your name, or should we just call you, 'That Random Black Guy Number One'?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** asks. The black guy then cocked his head to the side and almost glared at her.
"Don't look at her like that, ass!" C41212105 says getting super defensive.
"Yo, dawg you humans can call me, Cazad, The Great, ya dig?" He says.
"Nah, not happening. We already have a 'Great' in our party." Ω says.
"Who?" Cazad, The Great asks.
"This guy." C41212105 says, pointing at [Jestro].
"Haha! This nigga? Tell me why I was controlling his ass, Dawg!" Cazad says with a laugh.
"...Um, Mr. Cazad." C41212105 starts. "None of us know why you were controlling him, so we can't tell you why."
Cazad gives C41212105 a death stare which will from this point be referred to as "The Kevin Stare" similar to the "Nightmare Stare" only a lot more black and not in the Gothic sense of the word either.
"Well, dawg. Me and the homies are gonna take over the world, right? And since this nigga was the strongest in the world, we took control of his body." Cazad says.
"Why are you telling us all of this?" Ω asks.
"Its not like you wouldn't find it out by just going along." Cazad says.
"God, this guy's an idiot." 김재민 says.
"Yo, dawg. So this nigga's soul's in hell, right?" Cazad says.
"Why did Ryan go to hell? He didn't even believe in God!?" **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** screams.
"Well, I guess since he quoted the bible right before he died-"
"Yo, dawg. I'm talkin' here." Cazad cut C41212105 off. "Yeah, his ass in hell and we usin' his body to take over the world, ya dig?"
"Oh, my god! You just told us, in the second chapter, what your evil plan was! You're such an idiot!" 김재민 says.
"Let's go, you guys. Cazad already told us what the plot was, our work here is done." Ω says as he and C41212105 walk to C41212105's car, the others follow.
"Yo, dawg!" Cazad's voice faded into the thunder.
"I'm getting too old for this." Ω says as he gets into C41212105's car.


-Sir Jestro