Well, Hello, once again. It's 11:22pm and i'm typing as fast as i can to talk to you all before i have to go to bed. So excuse me if there is an abundance of typing errors.
Firstly, there is my dream. Now, i know that this is meant to be a story writing blog, but this dream was pretty out of the ordinary. It occurred a coulple of days ago, when i fell asleep after a long day of checking blogs, catching up on homework and revising for my tests. Alrite, to be honest, i was only checking the blogs, but still, the fact remains that at least i was doing something.
So here is my recount of the dream, from my perspective.
I am on an expedition. Indianna Jones style. A large group of explorers and i are searching through some sort of huge ship that crashed on earth centuries ago. We move from room to room, eventually getting used to the sight of south-american indian looking drawings on teh walls.
In every room are these small mechanical birds, like little action figures, at least one. They have been inanimate for the entire expedition. I am suspicious...
Three men go missing on a lower deck. I visited there before they disappeared, and now that i have returned there i see that two of the mechanical birds in the room they were in have been moved. They are in completely different spots than before. I come to the ultimate conclusion pretty quick, move over to a friend of mine, and whisper in their ear "I know who did it- It's these damn birds!"
Suddenly there is a whoosh sound as two of the birds spring from their spots and hover high in the air above the doorway, comunicating in shrill sounding voices. I go to grab my friend but it is too late; he is dead (at least i thought he was, it's hard to tell in a dream).
I duck through the doorway and now i am suddenly in my own house, with my family in a panic and trying to dodge the hovering birds. (This bit-and i feel extremely depressed every time i think of it- gets a little bit graphic)
My mother goes first, swarms of them covering her. My older brother next, and my older sister is no-where to be seen. I run with my dad, and we are in the kitchen, almost outside, almost at freedom, when a blade suddenly protrudes from his chest. He grunts in pain, falls to the ground, and the mechanical bird holding the knife simply drops it to the ground and sends two small metal legs into my father's brain. He jerks up, stands, and looks at me with cold, dead eyes. I reach for the kitchen draw and pull out a serrated blade, threatening him to stay back. He replies in a robotic voice "I do not care if this body is damaged. We only want you, anyway."
So i hold the knife to my throat, and suddenly he stops advancing. I sneer and say that he'll never take control of me, and i drag the knife across my throat. Now strangely, cutting your own throat doesn't seem to work as well in a dream as it does in real life. In the dream, it was more like a feeble attempt at suicide, and i didn't end up killing myself. :/ i seriously don't know why my dreams are this bad....
My father just laughs mechanically, and i chuck the knife aside, launch myself over the kitchen table, and grab my little brother and sister. We make it outside before we are confronted by my father once more, who now has a gun in hand. 'Just end it', my dream self says, 'I would rather be with god and in heaven than here with a world consumed and war-torn.'
My father obliges, first murdering my little sister and brother before finally pulling the trigger on me.
Now, this is where it kinda gets weird. I Then am treated to a replay of my death in slowmotion from ten different angles, and am somehow aware that i am watching myself die on some sort of youtube.com video player. And crying while i do so....
After my realization, i click the pause button, and look up at the overcast clouds, floating a little bit above my house. I search the clouds for 'the light', or god, or angels, or anything. But no, my saviour is apparently non-existent in this world, and i cry and sob and am filled with depression. I wander the clouds for a while, then am drawn back to my backyard, and i drift over to the neighbor, a woman (shes not my real neighbor, i think this was just some random person i might of met sometime in my life) doing the garden. I project my voice, and even tho i am a ghost, she can still kinda of hear me, even if she can't see me. I tell her to run, run away, because there is evil here. And right on cue my father walks out from my backyard door, towards the neighbor, gun in hand. "RUN!" I shout one last time, and she chucks the garden tools away and clears her fence, me running with her.
Now that;s another thing. I had some semi-human capabilities as well as being able to go through walls and such. I could react to the environment, as if i was there, but just invisible. And so begin my adventures with this random woman. I recall that she learns of my name, and what is happening, and why she can hear me but not see me, and why the world has suddenly turned mad (FYI: It has. The birds are now on their way to taking control of EVERYONE).
So we camp out, climbing a mounting and hiding in a cave that just so happens to be right next to my house.
There is some sort of mansion on top of the mountain. I tell the girl to stay put, while i float upwards to it. ONce i drift right through the door, i find that the place is teeming with ghosts. I move further down the halls, and start finding people dressed up in clothes that they would have worn back in ancient Rome. I talk for a while, and once (i was given teh impression at this point that i was fast-forwarding through a movie here, because i obviously was learning ghost secrets, yet from what i could tell in my perspective, no-one seemed to be telling me them) i had all of the secrets, i then took the girl to the very top of the mountain, where i showed her how i could cut the top of the mountain down and instead make it a volcano. She cried that this was insane and that i would kill millions- and i seemed to only laugh back at her, continuing to make the volcano. She tries to run and is smothered with lava. She is gone, and too late, i realize that now i am truly alone.
All throughout that gorram dream i had this horrible sense that God was not there, and that i was lost, and i would wander eternity forever, knowing only Hell and not Heaven. It was possibly the worst dream i have ever had. I know that some people say that dreams can all be related to something that has happened in your day or during the week, but i couldnt relate this to anything. It was as if it spawned out of some dark, creepy hole in the cracks of my mind.......
People, you can't judge a person by their dreams, so don;t say that i;m a depressed zombie who constantly has dreams of running away and utter loss.
Altho, i do have a lot of 'surviving' dreams, where i have to escape either the killer bears, wolves, orcs, dragons, aliens, lions, any sort of predator i have heard of, ect.
Ok, now that that is over, i want to tell you some truths. And you're not going to like them....
Louis has unofficially resigned. Meaning that yes, (and this breaks my heart to tell you all this), but he will not be drawing anyone in Part two of my story.
I am sorry.
He is sorry.
His reason is homework, and too damn much. He has exams, and after that is christmas, and then year 11, and my dad and him both agree that this just isn;t a long term thing that he is goin to get done. He just doesn't want everyone to have this big wait and then bam, it's a really bad picture.
These are the people who are in Part two and who will not be getting a picture. I am deeply sorry, people.
Aquila Felis
Skylara Wolfbane
Nicolette Croga
Sarthacus Bolt
Darkane Claw
For these people, i will still be writing the story, and i am, once again, sorry.
The rest of you in my story, who either already have pictures or will be receiving them soon, don;t brag. And plus, the only reason that you will be receiving them is that when we first started this, Louis did the drawings for about 3 of teh people in Part 1, whose part hasn;t actually come to pass yet. Or it has and he just hasn't done the picture on teh comp yet.
There isn't a real reason for my 'epica' screaming. No, not at all. Nup. Nada. Zilch. <insert word that means no here>.
It's nothing, really.
Nothing at all...
...nope...still nothing...
..well, there is something. It's just, y'know....
*Epic scream*
KALLISTA PENDRAGON'S BIRTHDAY TOMORROW!!!
EPICA!! EPICA EPICA EEEEPPPPIIICCAAA!!!!!!!!
Happy Birthday, Kallista. This blog would be a lot less boring without u around. So thankyou, from all who follow my blog. (unless you are thinking differently, of course. But if you are, expect your part in the story to be, well, how should i put this, terminated!!!!)
Yeah, just a bit of randomness there. So, people, one of teh comments done by you (i'm sorry, i can't remember what comment it was) was something about a Zombie Apocalypse, and i was reminded by a conversation that was held by my friends, a really super awesome teacher who is young, funny, and surfs damn well, and me.
*audience groans* Shuddup. You're listening to my story whether you like it or not. So here;s how it goes....
Friend 1: Haha, that person kinda looked a bit like a zombie *points*
Friend 2: Yeah, he does, i guess.
Teacher: That reminds me of my friend the other day, we were all talking about this 'Zombie Apocalypse plan'.
Me: A what?
Teacher: You know, when teh world all gets zombified and my friend and i have to survive without being eaten alive.
Me: Wait, assuming that you aren't going to be one of teh unsuspecting people who turn into a zombie in teh first place? Which there is way more chance of that happening?
Teacher: ....yeah...well....
The conversation went on and on, and apparently the teacher's friend is really serious about this happening. So their plan was to grab their four-wheel drives, go to Coles (like a huge superstore place), load it up with food and supplies, then head on down to Stratco (like a huge warehouse that is stacked with shelves of tools, DIY stuff, and generally anything else you need to build or camp) and herd everyone there to then they use the tools to board up every window and create huge barricades. Then, once that was all done, they would get teh people to build some random object outside, while the friends run back inside and lock the doors. The teacher said that if we had something useful to add to the group, we could crash at Stratco with them. So we went around talking about what we could contribute, just to be safe when (and if) the Apocalypse came.
My Zombie Apocalypse Plan is to go to the local jail, where they have watchtowers, gun lockers and most of the criminals know how to handle a gun and defend themselves. SO i will lock all teh doors, set up a camp with teh prisoners, and then we will survive!
So, people of this blog, in less words than i have told you (or more, i'm ok with more), tell me YOUR Z.A.P.
So when it happens, i can just steal your idea....MWAHAHAHAHHA!!!
Oh yeah, and here's the story. Skyril, i will try and get that picture.
FAN-FICTION PART 5!!!!!
The mercenary’s body fell to the ground with a soft thump, a smoking hole in the back of his head. Jodi stepped over the body, flicking the safety on her gun and tucking it into her belt. Skyril just stood there, the collar still rendering her helpless.
Jodi’s hand hit two buttons on the collar’s rim, pulling it of f of Skyril’s neck in one smooth movement. Skyril slumped to the ground, breathing deeply, and Jodi bent low to pick up the bag with the explosives. She placed the collar in the bag, then unsheathed her dual Sai blades as she heard noise from adjacent corridors.
Skyril opened her eyes for the first time since the shot had been fired. She saw Jodi and gaped.
“Now, now, I’m not gonna kill ya-” Jodi began, but there was a flash of white and all of a sudden Jodi couldn’t see. She felt a foot smashing into her ribcage repeatedly, and the breath was forced out of her lungs. Jodi swung her Sai swords wildly and felt her wrists being grabbed and twisted so that they fell from her grasp. There was a loud crunch and Jodi screamed in rage. She could just see her dual Sai swords fractured and broken, the work of the she-devil with purple streaked hair. The blinding light faded and then anger was all Jodi could feel.
“I-” Jodi jumped to her feet, blocking Skyril’s clumsy punch “-just said-” she grabbed a fistful of Skyril’s hair and brought her head down as she swung a foot up so that it crashed into Skyrils nose “-that I wasn’t-” she pulled Skyril to her feet, kicking her into the wall “-going to-” she slammed her elbow into Skyril’s chin, then delivered a right hook that sent Skyril spinning to the cold floor “-hurt you!” Jodi screamed in rage, bringing the heel of her boot into the back of Skyril’s already bruised head. Jodi once again hoisted Skryil up, pinning her arms back and shoving her against the wall.
A small and wheezy chuckle escaped from Skyril’s lips. After ten whole seconds of Skyril laughing insanely, Jodi couldn’t take it any more. “What? What’s so damned funny, huh?”
Skyril turned her bloodied face to stare at Jodi. “’s nothing.” Then she cackled madly.
“Just, I’ve been tracking you for a good year and a half now, and I’ve always wondered what your weak point was. How I could crack you. You have little family, so I couln’t strike there. And you seem to betray all your friends. But now I see it. All along, it was those bloody Sai swords...”
“Bastard!” Jodi yelled, pulling Skyril’s arm further up until she screamed in pain. Then she shook herself. Come on! She thought. “Listen, I’m not here to kill you. And notice that I only beat you up after you broke my Sai swords. Now, tell your friends that I’m on your side now, and I ain’t turning back on you.”
“Why should I trust you?” Skyril whispered.
Jodi was silent for a moment. “Times change. The Sanctuary, turns out their not so good with payment. And, yeah, I guess I couldn’t bare all of you being put in jail by my doin’. And plus, I know something that you don’t know.”
“What’s that?” Skyril was still craning her neck to peer at Jodi.
“Secret,” Jodi said, bringing out her gun and banging the grip on Skyril’s head. She fell limp in Jodi’s arms, and she carefully lowered her to the ground. Then she dragged her behind a pillar and approached her shattered blades.
A tear ran down her cheek, but she wiped it away. Suppressing the memories that struggled to flood her mind about the one who gave them to her, she delicately picked the pieces up and placed them in the bag, then dragged that back to Skyril as well.
Jodi found the faulty wire on the explosives, fixed it, then flicked the safety off of the detonator and retreated back to the pillar. The ground rocked with the force of the explosion, and before the smoke even had a chance to clear, Jodi had ran on into the room, gun drawn.
Mary Hiashi heard the explosion throughout the castle, and Dragona nodded to her. “Go!” he shouted, sending a burning sorcerer flying away with a wave of his hand. Mary obliged willingly, her black ninja-like suit seemingly fading away into the scenery.
No-one could see her. She held one of her Kunai knives in one hand; it was already coated in blood. The corridors passed by in a blur, and as she neared the hole in the wall, she heard shouting and gunshots.
There was a smoking hole where the door had been blown off its hinges, and Mary ‘disappeared’ once again, then stepped through and entered a battlefield.
There were bodies everywhere. Some burnt brilliantly with a fire that could have only been made by an elemental, and others had died from bullet holes in their heads.
At the back of the room, tied to a chair with her head bowed, was Ki-yoko. She was little more than an old crone held captive, brought into a fight that was not her own. Mary stepped towards the crone, still invisible, when she heard light footsteps behind her. She froze, and turned slowly around to stare into the eyes of Jodi Harte.
Mary slowly raised the Kunai knife slowly, drawing her arm back. Ki-yoko was first on her priority list, but Jodi was a definite threat to Mary’s mission. Suddenly there was the loud, heavy thumping of boots through the corridors, and even though Mary was invisible to all, she still ran to the wall and jumped, running vertical for as long as gravity would allow and then springing to the wooden supports above. She crouched there on a single beam of wood, cat-like, and watched as armed mercenaries took positions around Jodi and raised their rifles and sidearms.
Jodi had her own pistol in hand, and was aiming it around the circle, not sure which person to fire at first. Hang on, thought Mary. They’re aiming at Jodi...and isn’t she on their side?
It took two seconds more for Mary to figure it out. But by then, it was too late. One rifle sounded, then the other, and within moments, Jodi’s body crumpled to the ground, her life slowly ebbing away.
Mary acted the instant the guns stopped firing. Suspended by her knees wrapped around the beam of wood, she swung upside down, still invisible, and grabbed Jodi’s coat, hauling her up. She sent magic coursing along her arms, and Jodi was swallowed into the background as well.
Mary laid Jodi in the corner of the support beams, where there was a flat wooden board big enough for her frail body just as a shout of alarm came from below. Several of the guards were staring frantically at the spot where Jodi had been shot, and more were raising their weapons and beginning a search. Ki-yoko still sat with her head lowered in the far corner, forgotten for the moment. Perfect, thought Mary, and she dropped straight onto the shoulders of a soldier beneath her, slitting his throat with her blade. She quickly used her magic to create an effect like her magic was, except not as reliable and easier to conjure. It covered the soldier in a sort of haze that you could only see if you were looking directly at it. Other then that it would just appear like a slight blur on the edge of your vision; it was perfect for what Mary had planned.
No-one had seen the guard fall, and Mary sprung to the next one, tackling it to the ground and enveloping it in her magic, so that his scream was lost to all in the room. He looked around, frightened in Mary’s grasp, and she wacked the ring part of the knife into his temple. He instantly fell unconscious, and Mary stopped covering him with her own magic, instead casting the less reliable spell once more. She went to the next guard, and the next, until there was less than fifteen left. Only then did the soldiers start to notice the shortage of men in the room, and started calling out to their missing friends.
Mary whistled just loudly enough for some of them to hear. As they motioned to the rest of the group to investigate, she sidestepped silently around them until she was behind them all, and then she grabbed a soldier from the back and applied a choke, dragging his squirming body to a corner and then turning him invisible like the others. She looked at her watch-it was taking too long. Soon even more reinforcements would come, and then Mary would never bring out Ki-yoko or Jodi. She drew her huge Shoalin broadsword from her back, then sprung into action.
*****
I lay still, watching as the tinniest ray of sun illuminates a dust mote above me. My torso bleeds, but I stopped feeling the pain a few minutes ago. I’m still not sure if that’s a good sign.
The board of wood I’m lying creaks slightly, and I am surprised that I can hear this louder than I can here Mary Hiashi kill the guards beneath me with amazing efficiency. Their screams are muted, as they try to escape the invisible foe among them. If I hadn’t had eight bullets pummelled into me moments before, I probably would have smiled.
I see the darkness at the edge of my vision spread, and for a split second, I come to my senses. Too late, I will myself to stay awake, knowing my fate once I drift off. I struggle, and manage to move my hand slightly. All it does is catch the dust mote, still illuminated, and then I have my shining moment of clarity, staring at something so miniscule in the palm of my hand. Why struggle? Why go on? In this world, I was just as small as the mote of dust, among billions of others. Destined not for great things, but only to float and dream and just be. Nothing more. Nothing less.
My arm drops and I smile, just as the darkness consumes my vision. Hello, Hell, I think, and then finally, I am gone.
*****
Mary looked around at the bodies that were littered around her. She leant down and wiped her broadsword on the coat of one of the soldiers, then walked forward to Ki-yoko. When she approached, the crone finally raised her head, small, sparkling eyes shining within wrinkles of skin. Mary cleared her throat, took a breath, then spoke, hoping her Japanese was still as good as it used to be. “Hi! I am Mary Hiashi, and I’m here to save you. We need your help with a friend of ours, Lewis Ryker. You might of heard of him.”
The crone nodded. “I have, yes. Everyone seems to be talking about this man around here…” Mary walked over to the back of the chair, and sliced through the bonds easily. She helped the old woman stand up, and then walked her over to the door. “Wait here,” said Mary, and then she sprung to the rafters above her and manoeuvred her way to were Jodi lay. Her hand touched Jodi’s neck, but she felt no pulse. Dammit! She thought, heaving the body and dropping silently to the ground, despite the weight on her shoulders. “Ki-yoko- Can you help her?”
As Mary lowered her to the ground, Ki-yoko grimaced. “Too much blood loss. There is not a lot I can do without the proper tools. All I can do now is try and postpone complete death altogether.”
Mary frowned. “But she doesn’t have a pulse.”
“For a few minutes, her brain cells will still be alive. If I can stop them from dying for a bit longer, then we might have enough time to bring her back.” She pulled a small vial from her belt. “This should do the trick…”
When Ki-yoko poured the vial’s contents-a pale red coloured liquid that smelled slightly of rosewater-Mary couldn’t see any changes in Jodi. Ki-yoko said that depending on how long she had been gone, they might not even be able to bring her back at all.
Mary felt she couldn’t answer, instead hauling Jodi onto her shoulders and leading the way out. She cancelled the multiple invisibility spells on the guards, and instead cast all of those spells onto Ki-yoko and Jodi, then turned invisible herself. Just as they were passing the pillars and about to enter the hallways, a figure lurched from behind one, and Mary back peddled quickly, swearing silently. The figure turned head and all of a sudden Mary knew who it was. “Skyril?” she said softly; too late she realized this was a mistake.
Skyril Oblivion swung around to the source of the sound, pointing a stolen pistol right at Mary’s invisible head. “W-who’s there?” Skyril stammered, and Mary could see that each word was obviously painful. Skyril’s face was beaten and bruised, her hair wild and purple streaks all over the place. If Mary uncloaked now, Skyril would probably shoot straight away in her current state. “Skyril, it’s me,” tried Mary, hoping this would work.
“This is who? If you don’t tell me who you are, I swear…”
“It’s me, Mary Hiashi. Now don’t shoot, please!” Mary turned visible and Skyril relaxed slowly, lowering the gun. “I see you found Jodi. She’s on our side now, y’know.”
“Really? Ahh, that’s good. You’ll have to tell me all about it when we get back.” Mary gestured back to the room where they had just been in. “I think Jodi had a bag in there. Contained some of her stuff I think.”
Skyril nodded and ran back into the room, just as Mary heard a loud explosion from the battlements. Her mobile phone rang and she struggled to reach it while carrying Jodi.
“Um, Mary? Are you ready? ‘Cos now would be a really good time to be leaving…”
“All good, Necros. Where are you?”
“Just follow the explosions.”
Necros hang up and Mary stared at the phone. What could that mean? Another explosion rocked the ground and Mary stumbled, just as Skyril came running back with the bag. “Let’s go,” said Mary, leading the way.
They ran through the corridors, but instead of going back the way they had came, Mary veered off to where the explosions sounded, jogging tirelessly. They finally came out into the sunlight, and there, sitting on the top of the battlements, spewing missiles at every threat in sight, was a glorious Porsche 911 GT3 RS, a rotor sticking out the top and clearly in helicopter form. Two figures dropped from the wall, using the air too cushion their fall. As Mary walked closer to them, she recognised Kallista and Dragona. The latter was smiling immensely, evidently happy to have his car back. “How’d you get that?” Skyril asked, as Mary handed Jodi over to Dragona and motioned for Ki-yoko to stand with Kallista.
“Ever since yesterday, I’ve been thumbing the remote control buttons, wondering whether it would work in this range. It arrived just in the nick of time, and offers a wonderful way to evac-in style, of course.”
Dragona pushed at the ground at his feet, propelling him and Jodi’s body to the helicopter above. Kallista, Skyril, Ki-yoko and Mary stood close together, and when Kallista closed her eyes, the ground beneath them rumbled and the earth rose to form a sort of pillar of soil, moving like an elevator and reaching the battlements as well. They piled into Dragona’s car, along with the rest of the group who had been waiting, and strapped their seatbelts on. Dragona took the pilot seat and flicked a few buttons, switching off the auto-lock and engage system, stopping the flow of missiles. He rose the helicopter slowly in the air, then flew it off into the distance, leaving nothing but a pile of smoking rubble that barely resembled a castle behind.
OMG EPICA! I NEED TO STOP SHOUTING AND GET OFF TEH COMPUTER! SOON! I WILL!
For all those who are constantly seeking a trailer for a movie not-yet released or some other item and end up getting 'Rick Roll'd", this, my friends, is for you:
Thanks to Lenka for showing me the XKCD website, cos i would be nothing without it...
SO!!!! We meet again. It's 10:53pm, and here i am, doing yet again a late post. :/
I'm tryin' new things, so i'm going to use this color for a while.
First off, a quick shout out to Lenka's blog, who just did a double post of her story, so go check it out!!!
I am currently staring at my computer *stares* with eyes that could only be described as 'zombie-like' O.O
But hey, it's all for a good cause. I am here to *finally* post the picture of Dragona Pine. My parents are gonna waltz in here any sec now asking me wth i'm still doing up, and i will fail drastically at making an excuse. So i'm gonna rush this a bit.
Dragona Pine. Kills Zombies. Kills Vampires. Scratch his Porsche and he might just kill you.
And here's the Original drawing, straight out of Louis' art book:
So! Dragona, lucky you. I have to say, this is my fav. out of all of the pictures done so far (wait till' you see Jodi Harte's pic) because of the detail on the bandages wrapped around the swords. Now, of course, some of you will get a little spark there. "Wait a moment, " you might say, "Isn't the bandages around the sword an idea from Bleach, the Japanese animie?"
Well, yes. Yes, they are.
But unless the people who made that show come storming into my house tonight with truckloads of lawyers, i think i'll do just fine....
*clips heavy duty padlock onto front door*
...just fine indeed....
Oh, and the picture is yours now Dragona, do watevs with it, just remember to say that Louis drew it if anyone asks. And of course you need to direct lots of people to his deviant art....
Louis has told me to tell you that, and i quote "I suck at drawing feet. If i had the choice of jumping into a steaming vat of bloodthirsty lemurs and drawing feet for one of these characters, i'd go with the lemurs."
Ok, he didn't really say that, he's way to busy building his website from scratch, but he wants to tell you that he will never be drawing the feet of your characters. EVER.
LENKA!!! I am currently writing teh next part on the comp. Every spare moment at school i will forgo any gaming time and instead write some more. So the deal still stands. Just please-no more damn double posts! I can't keep up!
Alrite, i think i can hear my parents coming up the hallway so i'm gonna go. If anyone sees Skyril, please direct her to the story beneath this post. Because I really want her to read the story. D; i haven't seen her in ages..
Also, Lenka, i checked out that website (for all those who weren't there, which was, like, everyone, this is the link: www.xkcd.com) and IT IS AWESOME!!!
BTW For all those who haven't read Lenka's latest part, PLEASE REVEL IN THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS HER WRITING!!! AND THEN HEAD DOWN TO KALLISTA'S BLOG AND DO LIKEWISE!! AND THEN GO TO ALEXZZ BLOG AND TELL HIM TO HURRY UP AND POST MORE STORY! AND THEN GO TO LEO'S BLOG AND DO LIKEWISE! AND THEN GO TO-
I could go on forever about the plain EPICA that goes on around here, with all of your stories. Continue to write, and, uh, i don't know, Live Long and Prosper?
