Saturday, December 25, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Ben's Blog: If I was an evil Overlord...
...here are 100 things that I would do.
My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear Plexiglas visors, not face concealing ones.
My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell in my dungeon.
Shooting is not too good for my enemies.
The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragon of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.
I will not gloat over my enemies predicament before killing them.
When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought, I'll shoot him and then say "No."
After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.
I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled, "Danger: Don Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will clearly not be labelled as such.
I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum - a small hotel room well outside my border will work just as well.
I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore, I will feel no need to prove it by leaving clues in the form of riddles or leaving my weaker enemies alive to show they pose no threat.
One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation.
All slain enemies will be cremated, or at least several round of ammunition emptied into them, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration, will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.
The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or any other form of last request.
I will never employ any device with a digital count-down. If I find that such a device is absolutely unavoidable. I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation.
I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one thing I want to know."
When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their advice.
I will not have a son. Although his laughably under-planned attempt to usurp power would easily fail, it would prove a fatal distraction at a crucial point in time.
I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.
Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.
I will hire a fashion designer to create original uniforms for my Legion of Terror, as opposed to some cheap knock-offs that make them look like Nazi stormtroopers, Roman foot soldiers, or savage Mongol hordes. All were eventually defeated and I want my troops to have a more positive mind-set.
No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.
I will keep a special cache of low-tech weapons and train my troops in their use. That way -- even if the heroes manage to neutralize my power generator and/or render the standard-issue energy weapons useless -- my troops will not be overrun by a handful of savages armed with spears and rocks.
I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strength and weaknesses. Even though this takes some fun out of the job, at least I will never utter the line "No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!" (After that, death is usually instantaneous.)
No matter how well it would perform, I will never construct any sort of machinery which is completely indestructible except for one small and virtually inaccessible spot.
No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is probably someone just as attractive which is not desperate to kill me. Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my bed chamber.
I will never build only one of anything important. All important systems will have redundant control panels and power supplies. For the same reason I will always carry at least two fully loaded weapons at all times.
My pet monster will be kept in a secure cage from which it cannot escape and into which I could not accidentally stumble.
I will dress in bright and cheery colors, and so throw my enemies into confusion.
All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.
All naive, busty tavern wenches in my realm will be replaced with surly, world-weary waitresses who will provide no unexpected reinforcements and/or romantic sub-plot for the hero or his side-kick.
I will not fly into a rage and kill a messenger who brings me bad news just to illustrate how evil I really am. Good messengers are hard to come by.
I won't require high-ranking female members of my organization to wear a stainless-steel bustier. Morale is better with a more casual dress-code. Similarly, outfits made entirely from black leather will be reserved for formal occasions.
I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.
I will not grow a goatee. In the old days they made you look diabolic. Now they just make you look like a disaffected member of Generation X.
I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block, let alone the same cell. If they are important prisoners, I will keep the only key to the cell door on my person instead of handing copies to every bottom-rung guard in the prison.
If my trusted lieutenant tell me my Legion of Terror is losing a battle, I will believe him.. After all, he's my trusted lieutenant.
If an enemy I have just killed has a younger sibling or offspring anywhere, I will find them and have them killed immediately, instead of waiting for them to grow up harboring feelings of vengeance towards me in my old age.
If I absolutely must ride into battle, I will certainly not ride at the forefront of my Legions of Terror, nor will I seek out my opposite number among his army.
I will be neither chivalrous nor sporting. If I have an unstoppable super-weapon, I will use it early and as often as possible instead of keeping it in reserve.
Once my power is secure, I will destroy all of those pesky time travel devices.
When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey, ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes and filching keys that happens to follow him around.
I will maintain a healthy amount of skepticism when I capture the beautiful rebel and she claims she is attracted to my power and good looks and will gladly betray her companions if I just let her in on my plans.
I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give the other guy a sporting chance.
I will make sure I have a clear understanding of who is responsible for what in my organization. For example, if my general screws up I will not draw my weapon, point it at him and say "And here is the price for failure." then suddenly turn and kill some random underling.
If an advisor says to me "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.
If I learn that a callow youth has begun a quest to destroy me, I will slay him while he is still a callow youth instead of waiting for him to mature.
I will treat any beast which I control through magic or technology with respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever broken, it will not immediately come after me for revenge.
If I learn the whereabouts of the one artifact which can destroy me, I will not send all of my troops out to seize it. Instead I will send them out to seize something else and quietly put a Want-Ad in the local paper.
My main computers will have their own special operating system that will be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.
If one of my dungeon guards begins expressing concern over the conditions of the beautiful princess' cell, I will immediately transfer him to a less people oriented position.
I will hire a team of board-certified architects and surveyors to examine my castle and inform me of any secret passages and abandoned tunnels that I might not know about.
If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you! Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.
I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary.
The deformed mutants and odd-ball psychotics will have their place in my Legion of Terror. However before I send them out on important covert missions that require tact and subtlety, I will first see if there is anyone else equally qualified who would attract less attention.
My Legion of Terror will be trained in basic marksmanship. Any who cannot learn to hit a man-sized target at 10 meters will be used for target practice.
Before employing any captured artifacts or machinery, I will carefully read the owners manual.
If it becomes necessary to escape, I will never stop to pose dramatically and toss off a one-liner.
I will never build a sentient computer smarter than I am.
My five-year-old child advisor will also be asked to decipher any code I am thinking of using. If he breaks the code in under 30 seconds, it will not be used. Note: This also applies to passwords.
If my advisors ask "Why are you risking everything on such a mad scheme?" I will not proceed until I have a response that satisfies them.
I will design fortress hallways with no alcoves or protruding structural supports which intruders could use for cover in a firefight.
Bulk trash will be disposed of in incinerators, not compactors. And they will be kept hot, with none of this nonsense about flames going through accessible tunnels at predictable intervals.
I will see a compentant psychiatrist and get cured of all extremely unusual phobias and bizarre compulsive habits which could prove to be disadvantageous.
If I must have a computer system with publicly available terminals, the maps they display will have a room clearly marked as the Main Control Room. That room will be the Execution Chamber. The actual main control room will be marked as Sewage Overflow Containment.
My security keypad will actually be a fingerprint scanner. Anyone who watches someone press a sequence of buttons or dusts the pad for fingerprints and then subsequently tries to enter by repeating that sequence will trigger the alarm system.
No matter how many shorts we have in the system, my guards will be instructed to treat every surveillance camera malfunction as a full-scale emergency.
I will spare someone who saved my life sometime in the past. This is only reasonable as it encourages others to do so. However, the offer is good one time only. If they want me to spare them again, they'd better save my life again.
All midwives will be banned from the realm. All babies will be delivered at state-approved hospitals. Orphans will be placed in foster homes, not abandoned in the woods to be raised by creatures of the wild.
When my guards split up to search for intruders, they will always travel in groups of at least two. They will be trained so that if one of them disappears mysteriously while on patrol, the other will immediately initiate an alert and call for backup, instead of quizzically peering around a corner.
If I decide to test a lieutenant's loyalty and see if he/she should be made a trusted lieutenant, I will have a crack squad of marksmen standing by in case the answer is no.
If all the heroes are standing together around a strange device and begin to taunt me, I will pull out a conventional weapon, instead of using my unstoppable super weapon on them.
I will not agree to let the heroes go free if they win a rigged contest, even though my advisors assure me it is impossible for them to win.
When I create a multimedia presentation of my plan designed so that my five-year-old advisor can easily understand the details, I will not label the disk "Project Overlord" and leave it lying on top of my desk.
I will instruct my Legion of Terror to attack the heroes en masse, instead of standing around waiting while members break off and attack one or two at a time.
If the hero runs up to my roof, I will not run up after him and struggle with him in an attempt to push him over the edge. I will also not engage him at the edge of a cliff. (In the middle of a rope-bridge over a river of molten lava is not even worth considering.)
If I have a fit of temporary insanity and decide to give the hero the chance to reject a job as my trusted lieutenant, I will retain enough sanity to wait until my current trusted lieutenant is out of earshot before making the offer.
I will not tell my Legion of Terror "And he must be taken alive-" the command will be "And try to take him alive if it is reasonable practical."
If my doomsday device happens to come with a reverse switch, as soon as it has been employed it will be melted down and made into limited edition commemorative coins.
If my weakest troops fail to eliminate a hero, I will send out my best troops instead of wasting time with progressively stronger ones as he gets closer and closer to my fortress.
If I am fighting with the hero atop a moving platform, have disarmed him, and am about to finish him off and he glances behind me and drops flat, I too will drop flat instead of quizzically turning around to find out what he saw.
I will not shoot at any of my enemies if they are standing in front of the crucial support beam to a heavy, dangerously unbalanced structure.
If I'm eating dinner with the hero, put poison in his goblet, then have to leave the table for any reason,
I will order new drinks for both of us instead of trying to decide whether or not to switch with him.
I will not have captives of one sex guarded by members of the opposite sex.
I will not use any plan in which the final step is horribly complicated, e.g. "Align the 12 stones of power on the sacred altar then activate the medallion at the moment of total eclipse." Instead it will be more alone the lines of "Push the button/"
I will make sure that my doomsday device is up to code and properly grounded.
My vats of hazardous chemicals will be covered when not in use. Also, I will not construct walkways above them.
If a group of henchmen fail miserably at a task, I will not berate them for incompetence then send the same group out to do the task again.
After I capture the hero's super weapon, I will not disband legions and relax my guard because I believe whoever holds the weapon is unstoppable. After all, the hero held the weapon and I took it from him.
I will not design my main control room so that every workstation is facing away from the door.
I will not ignore the messenger that stumbles in exhausted and obviously agitated until my personal grooming or current entertainment is finished. It might actually be important.
If I ever talk to the hero on the phone, I will not taunt him. Instead, I will say that his dogged perseverance has given me new insight on the futility of my evil ways and that if he leaves me alone for a few months of quiet contemplation I will likely return to the path of righteousness. (Heroes are incredibly gullible in this regard.)
If I decide to hold a double execution of the hero and the underling who failed or betrayed me, I will die first.
When arresting prisoners, my guards will not allow them to stop and grab a useless trinket of purely sentimental value.
My dungeon will have its own qualified medical staff complete with bodyguards. That way if a prisoner becomes sick and his cell mate tells the guard it's an emergency, the guard will fetch a trauma team instead of opening the cell for a look.
My door mechanisms will be designed so that blasting the control panel on the outside seals the door and blasting the control panel on the inside opens the door, not vice versa.
My dungeon cells will not be furnished with objects that contain reflective surfaces or anything that can be unraveled.
If an attractive young couple enters my realm, I will carefully monitor their activities. If I find they are happy and affectionate, I will ignore them. However, if circumstances have forced them together against their will and they spend all their time bickering and criticizing each other except during the intermittent occasions when they are saving each other' lives at which point there are hints of sexual tension, I will immediately order their execution.
Any data files of crucial importance will be padded to 1.45Mb.
Finally, to keep my subjects permanently locked in a mindless trance, I will provide each of them with free, unlimited internet access.
My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear Plexiglas visors, not face concealing ones.
My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell in my dungeon.
Shooting is not too good for my enemies.
The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragon of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.
I will not gloat over my enemies predicament before killing them.
When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought, I'll shoot him and then say "No."
After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.
I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled, "Danger: Don Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will clearly not be labelled as such.
I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum - a small hotel room well outside my border will work just as well.
I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore, I will feel no need to prove it by leaving clues in the form of riddles or leaving my weaker enemies alive to show they pose no threat.
One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation.
All slain enemies will be cremated, or at least several round of ammunition emptied into them, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration, will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.
The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or any other form of last request.
I will never employ any device with a digital count-down. If I find that such a device is absolutely unavoidable. I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation.
I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one thing I want to know."
When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their advice.
I will not have a son. Although his laughably under-planned attempt to usurp power would easily fail, it would prove a fatal distraction at a crucial point in time.
I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.
Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.
I will hire a fashion designer to create original uniforms for my Legion of Terror, as opposed to some cheap knock-offs that make them look like Nazi stormtroopers, Roman foot soldiers, or savage Mongol hordes. All were eventually defeated and I want my troops to have a more positive mind-set.
No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.
I will keep a special cache of low-tech weapons and train my troops in their use. That way -- even if the heroes manage to neutralize my power generator and/or render the standard-issue energy weapons useless -- my troops will not be overrun by a handful of savages armed with spears and rocks.
I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strength and weaknesses. Even though this takes some fun out of the job, at least I will never utter the line "No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!" (After that, death is usually instantaneous.)
No matter how well it would perform, I will never construct any sort of machinery which is completely indestructible except for one small and virtually inaccessible spot.
No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is probably someone just as attractive which is not desperate to kill me. Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my bed chamber.
I will never build only one of anything important. All important systems will have redundant control panels and power supplies. For the same reason I will always carry at least two fully loaded weapons at all times.
My pet monster will be kept in a secure cage from which it cannot escape and into which I could not accidentally stumble.
I will dress in bright and cheery colors, and so throw my enemies into confusion.
All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.
All naive, busty tavern wenches in my realm will be replaced with surly, world-weary waitresses who will provide no unexpected reinforcements and/or romantic sub-plot for the hero or his side-kick.
I will not fly into a rage and kill a messenger who brings me bad news just to illustrate how evil I really am. Good messengers are hard to come by.
I won't require high-ranking female members of my organization to wear a stainless-steel bustier. Morale is better with a more casual dress-code. Similarly, outfits made entirely from black leather will be reserved for formal occasions.
I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.
I will not grow a goatee. In the old days they made you look diabolic. Now they just make you look like a disaffected member of Generation X.
I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block, let alone the same cell. If they are important prisoners, I will keep the only key to the cell door on my person instead of handing copies to every bottom-rung guard in the prison.
If my trusted lieutenant tell me my Legion of Terror is losing a battle, I will believe him.. After all, he's my trusted lieutenant.
If an enemy I have just killed has a younger sibling or offspring anywhere, I will find them and have them killed immediately, instead of waiting for them to grow up harboring feelings of vengeance towards me in my old age.
If I absolutely must ride into battle, I will certainly not ride at the forefront of my Legions of Terror, nor will I seek out my opposite number among his army.
I will be neither chivalrous nor sporting. If I have an unstoppable super-weapon, I will use it early and as often as possible instead of keeping it in reserve.
Once my power is secure, I will destroy all of those pesky time travel devices.
When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey, ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes and filching keys that happens to follow him around.
I will maintain a healthy amount of skepticism when I capture the beautiful rebel and she claims she is attracted to my power and good looks and will gladly betray her companions if I just let her in on my plans.
I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give the other guy a sporting chance.
I will make sure I have a clear understanding of who is responsible for what in my organization. For example, if my general screws up I will not draw my weapon, point it at him and say "And here is the price for failure." then suddenly turn and kill some random underling.
If an advisor says to me "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.
If I learn that a callow youth has begun a quest to destroy me, I will slay him while he is still a callow youth instead of waiting for him to mature.
I will treat any beast which I control through magic or technology with respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever broken, it will not immediately come after me for revenge.
If I learn the whereabouts of the one artifact which can destroy me, I will not send all of my troops out to seize it. Instead I will send them out to seize something else and quietly put a Want-Ad in the local paper.
My main computers will have their own special operating system that will be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.
If one of my dungeon guards begins expressing concern over the conditions of the beautiful princess' cell, I will immediately transfer him to a less people oriented position.
I will hire a team of board-certified architects and surveyors to examine my castle and inform me of any secret passages and abandoned tunnels that I might not know about.
If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you! Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.
I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary.
The deformed mutants and odd-ball psychotics will have their place in my Legion of Terror. However before I send them out on important covert missions that require tact and subtlety, I will first see if there is anyone else equally qualified who would attract less attention.
My Legion of Terror will be trained in basic marksmanship. Any who cannot learn to hit a man-sized target at 10 meters will be used for target practice.
Before employing any captured artifacts or machinery, I will carefully read the owners manual.
If it becomes necessary to escape, I will never stop to pose dramatically and toss off a one-liner.
I will never build a sentient computer smarter than I am.
My five-year-old child advisor will also be asked to decipher any code I am thinking of using. If he breaks the code in under 30 seconds, it will not be used. Note: This also applies to passwords.
If my advisors ask "Why are you risking everything on such a mad scheme?" I will not proceed until I have a response that satisfies them.
I will design fortress hallways with no alcoves or protruding structural supports which intruders could use for cover in a firefight.
Bulk trash will be disposed of in incinerators, not compactors. And they will be kept hot, with none of this nonsense about flames going through accessible tunnels at predictable intervals.
I will see a compentant psychiatrist and get cured of all extremely unusual phobias and bizarre compulsive habits which could prove to be disadvantageous.
If I must have a computer system with publicly available terminals, the maps they display will have a room clearly marked as the Main Control Room. That room will be the Execution Chamber. The actual main control room will be marked as Sewage Overflow Containment.
My security keypad will actually be a fingerprint scanner. Anyone who watches someone press a sequence of buttons or dusts the pad for fingerprints and then subsequently tries to enter by repeating that sequence will trigger the alarm system.
No matter how many shorts we have in the system, my guards will be instructed to treat every surveillance camera malfunction as a full-scale emergency.
I will spare someone who saved my life sometime in the past. This is only reasonable as it encourages others to do so. However, the offer is good one time only. If they want me to spare them again, they'd better save my life again.
All midwives will be banned from the realm. All babies will be delivered at state-approved hospitals. Orphans will be placed in foster homes, not abandoned in the woods to be raised by creatures of the wild.
When my guards split up to search for intruders, they will always travel in groups of at least two. They will be trained so that if one of them disappears mysteriously while on patrol, the other will immediately initiate an alert and call for backup, instead of quizzically peering around a corner.
If I decide to test a lieutenant's loyalty and see if he/she should be made a trusted lieutenant, I will have a crack squad of marksmen standing by in case the answer is no.
If all the heroes are standing together around a strange device and begin to taunt me, I will pull out a conventional weapon, instead of using my unstoppable super weapon on them.
I will not agree to let the heroes go free if they win a rigged contest, even though my advisors assure me it is impossible for them to win.
When I create a multimedia presentation of my plan designed so that my five-year-old advisor can easily understand the details, I will not label the disk "Project Overlord" and leave it lying on top of my desk.
I will instruct my Legion of Terror to attack the heroes en masse, instead of standing around waiting while members break off and attack one or two at a time.
If the hero runs up to my roof, I will not run up after him and struggle with him in an attempt to push him over the edge. I will also not engage him at the edge of a cliff. (In the middle of a rope-bridge over a river of molten lava is not even worth considering.)
If I have a fit of temporary insanity and decide to give the hero the chance to reject a job as my trusted lieutenant, I will retain enough sanity to wait until my current trusted lieutenant is out of earshot before making the offer.
I will not tell my Legion of Terror "And he must be taken alive-" the command will be "And try to take him alive if it is reasonable practical."
If my doomsday device happens to come with a reverse switch, as soon as it has been employed it will be melted down and made into limited edition commemorative coins.
If my weakest troops fail to eliminate a hero, I will send out my best troops instead of wasting time with progressively stronger ones as he gets closer and closer to my fortress.
If I am fighting with the hero atop a moving platform, have disarmed him, and am about to finish him off and he glances behind me and drops flat, I too will drop flat instead of quizzically turning around to find out what he saw.
I will not shoot at any of my enemies if they are standing in front of the crucial support beam to a heavy, dangerously unbalanced structure.
If I'm eating dinner with the hero, put poison in his goblet, then have to leave the table for any reason,
I will order new drinks for both of us instead of trying to decide whether or not to switch with him.
I will not have captives of one sex guarded by members of the opposite sex.
I will not use any plan in which the final step is horribly complicated, e.g. "Align the 12 stones of power on the sacred altar then activate the medallion at the moment of total eclipse." Instead it will be more alone the lines of "Push the button/"
I will make sure that my doomsday device is up to code and properly grounded.
My vats of hazardous chemicals will be covered when not in use. Also, I will not construct walkways above them.
If a group of henchmen fail miserably at a task, I will not berate them for incompetence then send the same group out to do the task again.
After I capture the hero's super weapon, I will not disband legions and relax my guard because I believe whoever holds the weapon is unstoppable. After all, the hero held the weapon and I took it from him.
I will not design my main control room so that every workstation is facing away from the door.
I will not ignore the messenger that stumbles in exhausted and obviously agitated until my personal grooming or current entertainment is finished. It might actually be important.
If I ever talk to the hero on the phone, I will not taunt him. Instead, I will say that his dogged perseverance has given me new insight on the futility of my evil ways and that if he leaves me alone for a few months of quiet contemplation I will likely return to the path of righteousness. (Heroes are incredibly gullible in this regard.)
If I decide to hold a double execution of the hero and the underling who failed or betrayed me, I will die first.
When arresting prisoners, my guards will not allow them to stop and grab a useless trinket of purely sentimental value.
My dungeon will have its own qualified medical staff complete with bodyguards. That way if a prisoner becomes sick and his cell mate tells the guard it's an emergency, the guard will fetch a trauma team instead of opening the cell for a look.
My door mechanisms will be designed so that blasting the control panel on the outside seals the door and blasting the control panel on the inside opens the door, not vice versa.
My dungeon cells will not be furnished with objects that contain reflective surfaces or anything that can be unraveled.
If an attractive young couple enters my realm, I will carefully monitor their activities. If I find they are happy and affectionate, I will ignore them. However, if circumstances have forced them together against their will and they spend all their time bickering and criticizing each other except during the intermittent occasions when they are saving each other' lives at which point there are hints of sexual tension, I will immediately order their execution.
Any data files of crucial importance will be padded to 1.45Mb.
Finally, to keep my subjects permanently locked in a mindless trance, I will provide each of them with free, unlimited internet access.
(By the way, I didn't write this; I just came across it, and thought it was funny enough to share with all you.)
Heil Hafen!
Heil Hafen!
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Hee hee hee
So, I haven't posted for the last week or so because I have been in California, land of the great sandy beaches and DisneyLand. So, anyway, I was at mah friends blog, Life of a BookWorm, and I was posting a comment, when I saw the letter Verification:
Heeh hee hee, funny! for the slow: Gut Spill.
KNIFE!
Heeh hee hee, funny! for the slow: Gut Spill.
KNIFE!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
*Spoiler Alert*Harry Potter Seven Part 1: Review *Spoiler Alert*
Okay, this blog is about Harry Potter 7 part 1. Now, let's go.
The movie starts with Hermione removing her parent's memory. I think this part was well done. She is a pretty good actor. She walks out and the scene switches to Harry watching the Dursley's leave. The scene switches to What Voldemort is doing. Then the scene switches back to Harry. There is a knock on the door, and the people come in. They take the PolyJuice potion, and the Seven Potters start changing into there robes. (The Harry who is Fleur is wearing a frilly bra.) They go into the sky and Harry is with Hagrid. Now, they go into the road and a tunnel during that part. What the HECK where they thinking?? That is NOT in the book. Now, want me to take a brake from my Raving? I'll edit this post and add more every once in a while, and tell you when it is done.
The movie starts with Hermione removing her parent's memory. I think this part was well done. She is a pretty good actor. She walks out and the scene switches to Harry watching the Dursley's leave. The scene switches to What Voldemort is doing. Then the scene switches back to Harry. There is a knock on the door, and the people come in. They take the PolyJuice potion, and the Seven Potters start changing into there robes. (The Harry who is Fleur is wearing a frilly bra.) They go into the sky and Harry is with Hagrid. Now, they go into the road and a tunnel during that part. What the HECK where they thinking?? That is NOT in the book. Now, want me to take a brake from my Raving? I'll edit this post and add more every once in a while, and tell you when it is done.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
New Template
So, Maxxellion did this template for me! Take a look around! Pretty cool, eh? Well, now my text will look like handwriting, there are lines, yada yada yada. But, I like it. How 'bout you?
Monday, November 22, 2010
Randomness!
So, mah friends say I need to post more story, but for today I want to get out an inner itching of RANDOMNESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!
I mad it myself! I call it: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH! Doncha LOVE IT! Anyways, I gotsa new random question for yall.
If...... The awesome smiley came and ate you and inside him there was a party except everyone in the party was zombies and Obama came with a bag of dorritos and danced the tango with you and the zombies wanted to eat both of you and, YOU HAD A BLUEBERRY PIE AND A FORK, what would YOU DO????
I mad it myself! I call it: HEHEHEHEHEHEHEH! Doncha LOVE IT! Anyways, I gotsa new random question for yall.
If...... The awesome smiley came and ate you and inside him there was a party except everyone in the party was zombies and Obama came with a bag of dorritos and danced the tango with you and the zombies wanted to eat both of you and, YOU HAD A BLUEBERRY PIE AND A FORK, what would YOU DO????
Friday, November 19, 2010
Harry Potter! Yea!
AWYEAH! Harry potter SEVEN COMES OUT TODAY!!!!! WHOOHOO!! *Throws major party with confetti, which is a really weird word* I'ma Gonna LOVE it!
Monday, November 15, 2010
Yay!!!
Ahyeah, it's my 200th post! Let's celebrate!
Yeah! Well, in honor of it, I will post something me and my bro made:
Yeah! Well, in honor of it, I will post something me and my bro made:
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
'Sup?
Well, 'Sup. Like the new template? It would be even cooler if I could remove the text background and it looked like it was written on the paper. K bye!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
And Now.. Rndmstory.
Part Two
The 1st in command ran into the room, footsteps echoing in the darkness.
"My lord," He panted.
"You dare come into this room uninvited?" A quiet voice addressed him. "You know you need an appointment."
He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. Bringing bad news never led to a promotion. "My lord, it's urgent."
"Urgent is it?" He hesitated. "Um, the boy..."
"Sora? Yes, he's dead."
"Um, yes, about that,"
"Yes?" The voice was not as quiet now.
"Well, he's alive. He survived and saved the girl."
"What?!"The scream of fury reverberated around the room. There was a flash of fire, and the 1st in command fell to the floor. Of course, the only person to blame was himself. He had trained the 1st in command, and he taught the 2nd in command, and he had trained the army.
But, the time was coming. Soon....
Puddle flipped the coin again.
"Heads!" yelled Fang, slapping Puddle's outstretched hand.
Anime rolled her eyes. "Boys," she muttered under her breath. "Completely insane."
"Hey!" Protested Sora in the corner.
The door of HQ opened, and Creeper, Crackers, and Puddles walked in.
"Any luck?" asked Puddle, sitting up.
Puddles shook her head. "It doesn't make sense. We've Googled, we've looked everywhere but he just.... disappeared."
He sighed. Ever since Cornface left the school, it was obvious he was up to no good. But who leaves town without driving or taking a train, bus or plane? After searching the transportation records at City Hall, they had to conclude that he just, well, vanished.
Fang stood up, and walked out the door.
"Where are you going?" Puddle yelled out.
"Hunting." he said shortly.
"M'kay. Just try to get some hippies or something, not anyone we know."
Fang snorted.
"Hippies. Yeah, right."
He shut the door behind him.
M'kay, short post, but I'm short on time. I'll post tomorrow.
"My lord," He panted.
"You dare come into this room uninvited?" A quiet voice addressed him. "You know you need an appointment."
He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. Bringing bad news never led to a promotion. "My lord, it's urgent."
"Urgent is it?" He hesitated. "Um, the boy..."
"Sora? Yes, he's dead."
"Um, yes, about that,"
"Yes?" The voice was not as quiet now.
"Well, he's alive. He survived and saved the girl."
"What?!"The scream of fury reverberated around the room. There was a flash of fire, and the 1st in command fell to the floor. Of course, the only person to blame was himself. He had trained the 1st in command, and he taught the 2nd in command, and he had trained the army.
But, the time was coming. Soon....
Puddle flipped the coin again.
"Heads!" yelled Fang, slapping Puddle's outstretched hand.
Anime rolled her eyes. "Boys," she muttered under her breath. "Completely insane."
"Hey!" Protested Sora in the corner.
The door of HQ opened, and Creeper, Crackers, and Puddles walked in.
"Any luck?" asked Puddle, sitting up.
Puddles shook her head. "It doesn't make sense. We've Googled, we've looked everywhere but he just.... disappeared."
He sighed. Ever since Cornface left the school, it was obvious he was up to no good. But who leaves town without driving or taking a train, bus or plane? After searching the transportation records at City Hall, they had to conclude that he just, well, vanished.
Fang stood up, and walked out the door.
"Where are you going?" Puddle yelled out.
"Hunting." he said shortly.
"M'kay. Just try to get some hippies or something, not anyone we know."
Fang snorted.
"Hippies. Yeah, right."
He shut the door behind him.
M'kay, short post, but I'm short on time. I'll post tomorrow.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Friday, October 15, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Peanut
So, ya know mah hamster Peanut? Well, I accidentally left the back of his cage open, (Whoops!) and so when I got home, he was gone. We looked everywhere and found a hold in mah brother's airvent. So, today, we found him *drum role* in a wall. So now there are like 3 holes in the wall! (applause) So, we are going to cover it will old drawings and paintings. 'Cause we're just funny that way.
Monday, October 4, 2010
School Conversation
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Friday, October 1, 2010
OHMIGOOOOOOTH!
I haven't posted in a million billion years! Anyway, I want you to go to Future Imperfect on new epoch, cause IT'S UP AND GOOD! I'M TYPING IN ALL CAPS WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Thursday, September 2, 2010
SPOILER ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, if you have not read MockingJay, don't read this post.
Okay, mockingjay stunk. Finnick died. Prim died. Death. Decay. Bad. The end
Okay, mockingjay stunk. Finnick died. Prim died. Death. Decay. Bad. The end
Monday, August 16, 2010
Before School RNDM STRY SPCTCLR 101010101
I crawled trough the tunnel and found that I could stand up.
"So, how long is this?" I asked Hyper boy.
"IT'SREALLYLONGNDI'MSOOOOOHYPER!!!
"I....... see." said Fang.
And we started to walk.
Blossom woke with a start. Someone was opening the door. In came Mandark, followed by an old guy, with bulging, orange eyes. Anime stared at him, and tears started running down her face. "You.." she whispered under her breath.
"Come on!" yelled Dexter. "We need to reach Blossom and Anime!"
We ran down the tunnel for at least 30 minutes, and then slowed to a walk.
"So, what do you think is behind this, anyway?" asked Creeper.
"Mandark's lab, duh." said Fang.
"Come on, let's run again!" I shouted.
"YOU!" Anime yelled suddenly.
The old man turned around, and smiled evilly. "Ah, yes, Anime, is it? It's been a while. I'm surprised you got your memory back."
"You murderer!" she screamed, rattling the bars of her cage.
"Look!" said Fang suddenly. "A light!"
And he was right. There was a faint light at the end of the tunnel.
"Come on!" yelled Stardust.
And we ran down the tunnel.
Anime, tears streaming down her face, was throwing herself against the bars of her cage, screaming at the old man. "You killed him! I'll kill you!" He laughed. "Ah, now now, no need for being rude now that he is dead, hmm?" He turned to Mandark. "He is dead, right?"
"Of course, of course!" said Mandark quickly.
The old man gave a grunt of satisfaction. "Good." he said.
We crouched low, looking at the big set of double doors.
"Two guards." said Dexter, who was looking at the doors. "Can we take them?"
Fang laughed. "Of course!" he said loudly, causing the guards to run toward the voice.
Puddles just had time to glare at fang before they started talking.
"Come out now, and we will try not to hurt you." Guard #1 said, pointing his gun at us.
"No thanks." I called back.
He shot, and the bullet missed Crackers by inches.
Crackers concentrated, and a great wind blew in, knocking the guard together, and out.
Fang stared at him in awe. "Wow." he said.
We ran toward the doors.
Anime finally broke the bars of her cage, and tumbled onto the floor, but got up quickly, eyes blazing with fury.
"Now now, let's get back into that cage now." said the old guy as Anime's glance darted to a pen laying on a nearby table.
She lunged for it, and Mandark yelled. "Defense! Intruder alert 10093!"
Robots sprang up from the walls, and ran for her.
We burst through the doors, startling four more guards, which Puddles blinded with light, before Creeper knocked them out.
"Come on, next door!" yelled Dexter, running toward it.
The next room was empty except for an elevator. Then we heard a voice yell through the inter com;
"Defense! Intruder alert 10093!"
Red lights blared, and we ran into the opening door of the elevator, and pushed the next floor.
Anime quickly drew up a sword that had no color, just a black pencil-looking outline. She slashed at the two robots, and sliced off the lock to Blossom's cage. She jumped out and started punching robots.
The elevator doors opened, revealing a single, silver door. I ran at it, but the handle would not turn. Locked!
Dexter came up and pulled a machine from his coat, which unlocked the door.
Out of the corner of her eye, Blossom saw the door burst open, and people flood into the room.
Fang saw a guard, and ran at him, fangs shining, while Puddles and I blasted them with magic.
Dexter and Mandark looked at each other, then pulled out electro-gadget thingys and started fighting each other, while Creeper and Crackers where fighting back-to-back, swords shining.
All the while Anime was fighting her way towards the old man, an expression of pure hatred on her face.
I blasted one with magic, and turned to face another one, but they where all gone. The only people in the room where Me, Tomato, Crackers, Puddles, Blossom, Dexter, who was still fighting Mandark, and Anime, who was running full speed at the old man.
"Mongomery Galactic." she growled, pulling her pen out of her pocket.
We all surrounded him, and he smiled.
"Ah, well, I couldn't have done it anyway."
There was a flash of blinding light, and he was gone, and Anime with him.
Another flash of light, and Anime returned, panting.
"What....... just happened?" I asked, looking down at her.
"He teleported away using one of his inventions. He was about to kill me when I came back here."
She collapsed, sobbing. "So close. I was so close." she said, tears falling to the ground.
"Wait! Someone must have teleported you back!" said Fang.
Then, the door opened, and we all wheeled around. In walk a Japanese boy, with spiky, black hair.
Anime gasped, and started running toward the boy she could not save, into his waiting embrace.
"So, how long is this?" I asked Hyper boy.
"IT'SREALLYLONGNDI'MSOOOOOHYPER!!!
"I....... see." said Fang.
And we started to walk.
Blossom woke with a start. Someone was opening the door. In came Mandark, followed by an old guy, with bulging, orange eyes. Anime stared at him, and tears started running down her face. "You.." she whispered under her breath.
"Come on!" yelled Dexter. "We need to reach Blossom and Anime!"
We ran down the tunnel for at least 30 minutes, and then slowed to a walk.
"So, what do you think is behind this, anyway?" asked Creeper.
"Mandark's lab, duh." said Fang.
"Come on, let's run again!" I shouted.
"YOU!" Anime yelled suddenly.
The old man turned around, and smiled evilly. "Ah, yes, Anime, is it? It's been a while. I'm surprised you got your memory back."
"You murderer!" she screamed, rattling the bars of her cage.
"Look!" said Fang suddenly. "A light!"
And he was right. There was a faint light at the end of the tunnel.
"Come on!" yelled Stardust.
And we ran down the tunnel.
Anime, tears streaming down her face, was throwing herself against the bars of her cage, screaming at the old man. "You killed him! I'll kill you!" He laughed. "Ah, now now, no need for being rude now that he is dead, hmm?" He turned to Mandark. "He is dead, right?"
"Of course, of course!" said Mandark quickly.
The old man gave a grunt of satisfaction. "Good." he said.
We crouched low, looking at the big set of double doors.
"Two guards." said Dexter, who was looking at the doors. "Can we take them?"
Fang laughed. "Of course!" he said loudly, causing the guards to run toward the voice.
Puddles just had time to glare at fang before they started talking.
"Come out now, and we will try not to hurt you." Guard #1 said, pointing his gun at us.
"No thanks." I called back.
He shot, and the bullet missed Crackers by inches.
Crackers concentrated, and a great wind blew in, knocking the guard together, and out.
Fang stared at him in awe. "Wow." he said.
We ran toward the doors.
Anime finally broke the bars of her cage, and tumbled onto the floor, but got up quickly, eyes blazing with fury.
"Now now, let's get back into that cage now." said the old guy as Anime's glance darted to a pen laying on a nearby table.
She lunged for it, and Mandark yelled. "Defense! Intruder alert 10093!"
Robots sprang up from the walls, and ran for her.
We burst through the doors, startling four more guards, which Puddles blinded with light, before Creeper knocked them out.
"Come on, next door!" yelled Dexter, running toward it.
The next room was empty except for an elevator. Then we heard a voice yell through the inter com;
"Defense! Intruder alert 10093!"
Red lights blared, and we ran into the opening door of the elevator, and pushed the next floor.
Anime quickly drew up a sword that had no color, just a black pencil-looking outline. She slashed at the two robots, and sliced off the lock to Blossom's cage. She jumped out and started punching robots.
The elevator doors opened, revealing a single, silver door. I ran at it, but the handle would not turn. Locked!
Dexter came up and pulled a machine from his coat, which unlocked the door.
Out of the corner of her eye, Blossom saw the door burst open, and people flood into the room.
Fang saw a guard, and ran at him, fangs shining, while Puddles and I blasted them with magic.
Dexter and Mandark looked at each other, then pulled out electro-gadget thingys and started fighting each other, while Creeper and Crackers where fighting back-to-back, swords shining.
All the while Anime was fighting her way towards the old man, an expression of pure hatred on her face.
I blasted one with magic, and turned to face another one, but they where all gone. The only people in the room where Me, Tomato, Crackers, Puddles, Blossom, Dexter, who was still fighting Mandark, and Anime, who was running full speed at the old man.
"Mongomery Galactic." she growled, pulling her pen out of her pocket.
We all surrounded him, and he smiled.
"Ah, well, I couldn't have done it anyway."
There was a flash of blinding light, and he was gone, and Anime with him.
Another flash of light, and Anime returned, panting.
"What....... just happened?" I asked, looking down at her.
"He teleported away using one of his inventions. He was about to kill me when I came back here."
She collapsed, sobbing. "So close. I was so close." she said, tears falling to the ground.
"Wait! Someone must have teleported you back!" said Fang.
Then, the door opened, and we all wheeled around. In walk a Japanese boy, with spiky, black hair.
Anime gasped, and started running toward the boy she could not save, into his waiting embrace.
End of part one
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Now, as you can tell, I'm really getting up over your heads with this forum stuff. So, I suggest you make n account before I nag you to death.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
New Epoch
Ok guyz, just in case you've forgotten, (Or you didn't get the e-mail I sent you) You people have not been posting on the forums. As Ben said in them:
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Date: March 16th
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Thursday, August 5, 2010
Randomness!
Now, with the big sad threat of school hanging over us, I think it's time to cheer up with some Random Story!
We got to Anime's house around nightfall.
"Ding dong!" said the doorbell as Fang pushed it over and over.
The door swung open, and there stood Anime's sister, M, sucking on a lollipop.
"Hi!" I said. "What's your name?"
"M." She said around her lollipop.
"Em? Like, short for Emily?"
"Nope. Just M."
"Oh." I said.
"Well, M, can we come look at Anime's room?"
"Sure."
She moved aside for us to get through. We went up the stairs and into Anime's room.
"Wow." Said Fang as he looked at a was labeled "art wall" "She sure has a lot of time on her hands."
It was covered in drawing of all sizes and designs, most of them manga. I noticed that a few where blank.
My un-spoken question was answered as I looked around at the room. Drawings where walking around and talking with each other. I saw me, Dexter, Fang, and a whole bunch of other people. I walked up to one of a boy.
"Is there anything suspicious in this room?" I asked.
"YESBUTIWON'TTELLYOUUNTILIGETCHOCOLATECHOCOLATEISSOGOODANDI'MHYPERSOVERYHYPERAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Oh." I said.
Dexter handed him a piece of Hershey's 100% milk chocolate.
"Well,there'salittlecuboardinherclosetthathasaBIGtunnelthatshehasnevergottenthrougheventhoughshe'sgoneforlike4HOURS!"
I got up and looked into the closet. At first I didn't see anything, but then in a corner there was a little 14x14 cupboard. I looked inside and saw a dark tunnel.
"Let's go!" said Fang without hesitation.
We got to Anime's house around nightfall.
"Ding dong!" said the doorbell as Fang pushed it over and over.
The door swung open, and there stood Anime's sister, M, sucking on a lollipop.
"Hi!" I said. "What's your name?"
"M." She said around her lollipop.
"Em? Like, short for Emily?"
"Nope. Just M."
"Oh." I said.
"Well, M, can we come look at Anime's room?"
"Sure."
She moved aside for us to get through. We went up the stairs and into Anime's room.
"Wow." Said Fang as he looked at a was labeled "art wall" "She sure has a lot of time on her hands."
It was covered in drawing of all sizes and designs, most of them manga. I noticed that a few where blank.
My un-spoken question was answered as I looked around at the room. Drawings where walking around and talking with each other. I saw me, Dexter, Fang, and a whole bunch of other people. I walked up to one of a boy.
"Is there anything suspicious in this room?" I asked.
"YESBUTIWON'TTELLYOUUNTILIGETCHOCOLATECHOCOLATEISSOGOODANDI'MHYPERSOVERYHYPERAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"Oh." I said.
Dexter handed him a piece of Hershey's 100% milk chocolate.
"Well,there'salittlecuboardinherclosetthathasaBIGtunnelthatshehasnevergottenthrougheventhoughshe'sgoneforlike4HOURS!"
I got up and looked into the closet. At first I didn't see anything, but then in a corner there was a little 14x14 cupboard. I looked inside and saw a dark tunnel.
"Let's go!" said Fang without hesitation.
Monday, August 2, 2010
I need Ideas!
Okay, I already have most of the Random Story planned out, but right now there's too much going on. Comment and tell me what we should drop. Here are some ideas:
- People. With 7 people in the group, it's hard to give them all equal attention. Should I keep all of them or drop them?
- Anime's kidnapping. That's a big part of the story, but it's taking attention off of everything else. (School, home, etc.) It needs to make a little sense, or at least have a little story.
So close!
SCREAM! It's August! Do ya guys know what that means????
MOCKINGJAY!!!!!!! WHOOHOO! 21 days 11 hours and 34 minutes! I NEED IT!!! NOW!!!!
MOCKINGJAY!!!!!!! WHOOHOO! 21 days 11 hours and 34 minutes! I NEED IT!!! NOW!!!!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Whoohoo!
Well, I just figured out that I am going to see Despicable Me today. Maxellion will be so jealous ^_^
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Yays!
So, I was on Pocket Blog, a fan-blog of the Ipod touch game Pocket God, and look at one of the pictures from some thingy!
For those who don't know, that is a symbol from one -o- my favorite book series, The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod. And also, Looky at the new book coming out in September!:
Click on the link (The chronicles of V.T.) To go to a site with links and such.
For those who don't know, that is a symbol from one -o- my favorite book series, The Chronicles of Vladimir Tod. And also, Looky at the new book coming out in September!:
Click on the link (The chronicles of V.T.) To go to a site with links and such.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Post I did to annoy IIVU
Well, hello. How goes it? The end. PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!
B.S: I know this post was horrible. That is the point of it :)
B.S: I know this post was horrible. That is the point of it :)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
OH NOES!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's been over a month since I've posted! WAHHHHHHHHHHHH! Well, that stinks in 7 different languages. But here I am! Now what should this post be about? I do not know. PIE! I'LL POST ABOUT PIE! Pie is awesome. And delicious. I love pie. Very much. Well, what about now? How about some RANDOMNESS!
Another Very Short Random Story Post
"Any luck?" I asked Puddles in the assembled group. "Nope. Can't find her anywhere." She said. "How about," said Crackers. "We go straight to the source. Anime's house!" "Hey!" shouted Fang. "I got it! Let's go straight to the source. Anime's house!" "Wow." said Creeper. "What a great idea Fang." "But-" said Crackers. "I like it. Let's take Fang's idea and go to her house." "But I-" said Crackers. "What?!" Said Tomato. "Nothing." he mumbled.
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Random Story post. First one in a while.
Sorry. Well, at least that cliff hanger ending sunk in, right?
"Maybe we will be able to see stuff using our powers. Okay, you use super duper awesome vampire speed to check the piles of junk for secret passages, I I'll check from the air. As Fang ran around, I flew up and circled the dump a few times, checking for some kind of secret passage. After ten minutes, I flew down. "Nothing?" I asked the assembled group. "Nope." said Crackers. "Well who asked you?" said Fang. "Um, Puddle did?" said Crackers angrily. "So?" said Fang. "Break it up, people." I said.
Now, Px!
Chapter one (continued.) (Sorry for taking the continued idea Ben. Just seems right that I shouldn't start a new chapter every post.)
We sat in the classroom unwillingly. "Have I mentioned I hate how we save the earth one day, and are sitting in a classroom the next. I mean, super people with super powers in a school? Give me a break."
"I know, right?" said Fang from next to me.
So, instead of beating up bad guys, I sat and impatiently waited for the last bell to ring. As it did, the teacher (whose name I didn't take the trouble of learning) Assigned a HUGE homework assignment.
"I want a 1,000 work essay on the history of Fantasia. Due tomorrow. Yes, Lotus, tommorow." He said as Lotus glared at him.
"Yay! No school desu!" said Lotus.
"Hey, Creeper, want to explore Forest Glen again today?" Fang asked him.
Creeper, as always, was silent and just nodded, not looking up from his book.
"Okay," said Fang happily.
The HQ came into sight, looking as ever oh-so-cool. We walked in and dropped our books on the kitchen table.
"Hey, Lotus, how 'bout a snack?
"Yes desu! Lotus-chani-wan make mac-n-cheese for P-exiwex!"
"Ah..." Said Fang, thinking of Lotus' cooking.
"Maybe we will be able to see stuff using our powers. Okay, you use super duper awesome vampire speed to check the piles of junk for secret passages, I I'll check from the air. As Fang ran around, I flew up and circled the dump a few times, checking for some kind of secret passage. After ten minutes, I flew down. "Nothing?" I asked the assembled group. "Nope." said Crackers. "Well who asked you?" said Fang. "Um, Puddle did?" said Crackers angrily. "So?" said Fang. "Break it up, people." I said.
Now, Px!
Chapter one (continued.) (Sorry for taking the continued idea Ben. Just seems right that I shouldn't start a new chapter every post.)
We sat in the classroom unwillingly. "Have I mentioned I hate how we save the earth one day, and are sitting in a classroom the next. I mean, super people with super powers in a school? Give me a break."
"I know, right?" said Fang from next to me.
So, instead of beating up bad guys, I sat and impatiently waited for the last bell to ring. As it did, the teacher (whose name I didn't take the trouble of learning) Assigned a HUGE homework assignment.
"I want a 1,000 work essay on the history of Fantasia. Due tomorrow. Yes, Lotus, tommorow." He said as Lotus glared at him.
"Yay! No school desu!" said Lotus.
"Hey, Creeper, want to explore Forest Glen again today?" Fang asked him.
Creeper, as always, was silent and just nodded, not looking up from his book.
"Okay," said Fang happily.
The HQ came into sight, looking as ever oh-so-cool. We walked in and dropped our books on the kitchen table.
"Hey, Lotus, how 'bout a snack?
"Yes desu! Lotus-chani-wan make mac-n-cheese for P-exiwex!"
"Ah..." Said Fang, thinking of Lotus' cooking.
Monday, May 10, 2010
New Book Idea!
Hi! I got this great idea for a book during art! So, we were doing this watercolor thing, and I was doing a haunted house scene, and there was a picture of a mad girl, and the pic was all chewed up and stuff. Then I decided to do I note telling the girls father that she was leaving and
It hit me. So, first, this girl (Victoria Conflict) was NOT an only child. She had 7 sisters. (I know, ouch) And her dad was a mad scientist, so he makes a formula that turns people into horrible monsters! But whoever drinks the potion can turn back into a human at will. And Victoria would be the tester on all of his stuff, so she had red eyes. But I'm not spoiling the story, so, BE GONE WITH YOU!
It hit me. So, first, this girl (Victoria Conflict) was NOT an only child. She had 7 sisters. (I know, ouch) And her dad was a mad scientist, so he makes a formula that turns people into horrible monsters! But whoever drinks the potion can turn back into a human at will. And Victoria would be the tester on all of his stuff, so she had red eyes. But I'm not spoiling the story, so, BE GONE WITH YOU!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
He-ay!
He-ay! At first, I thought nobody was commentin' because they didn't like me, but then I realized that if I wanted comments that I should post. Keep that little piece of advice in mind. Well, Eliza wants to get on D: Bye!
Thursday, April 29, 2010
RANDOM QUESTIONS! GET READY!
If....... Gir came and ate a taco and spit it out all over you're face and then the French declared war on America and then you had taco throw up on you and then Obama made you join the army and you got shot in the arm but then it was gone and then Gir came again and then he ate the Prime Minister but the French won anyway and you got locked in the dungeon with a hobo, what would you do?
Friday, April 23, 2010
Week + End = PIE!
*Sigh* Nobody post on the weekend. But I am. So there. Lololololololololol!!!! Now, a few things of notice.
- I got to question 61 on the impossible quiz!
- I just lost the game
- Invader Zim is on DvD!
- Ben's Christmas story isn't finished yet. (If you haven't read it, you have a life. Loser.)
- I LUV MUNY N00bs!
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Da Plan
YAYS! Two days ago, IIVU had this awesomely awesome amazing idea! I call it:.... DA PLAN! Start the secret agent music, people. *Secret Agents Music plays* Now, First, we make an account on You tube. Then, we film these episode thingummies, based on Px! Then, put the episode thingummies onto You tube. Then, we make a blog where the authors are the ACTUAL PEOPLE FROM pX! Sounds good, huh? Well, I'm gonna go play World of Warcraft. Goodbye! Goodbye goodbye!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
S'm Storys
Hi! Sorry I haven't been posting for a while. I'll try to post daily or every other day now. Anyway, back to the subject of Stories. I've gotten a few suggestions of title's for the new Story from my friends. 1. Life of a tween hybird.(Laaaaaame) suggestion from Jeremy. 2. IIVU thought of pX! as the title. I thought it was pretty good. 3. Ben says I should decide a name later, after most of the story is finished. Anyway, I'm gonna use IIVU's title and use Ben's advice. I'll use IIVU's title for now, and might think of a better one later on. Anyway, I present to you a bit more of the original Random Story, and the beginning of the new story. (Note: In the new story, Lotus is Anime. This will make much more sense later in the story.)
Random Story of doom and despair
So, tell meh what ya think of pX!, and of that Random Story Post. Well, it's past 10:00, so I think I'll work on the Pickle a bit more then go to bed. Goodbye!
"Wow." said Fang, looking around at Megaville dump. "What a dump. If anything lived here, they would have to be able to cope with junk and trash. Hey, Crackers, you should move here." Crackers scowled at the grinning vampire. "Enough talking." said Dexter. "Let's split up so we can search faster." "But we already split up." I pointed out. Me, Fang, Dexter, and Crackers went to the dump, while Puddles, Creeper, and Tomato looked around the rest of the city. "Me and Crackers will go this way, and You and Fang go this way." Dexter said all leader-like. Fang and I walked over to the piles of junk and looked for a secret entrance. "Man," said Fang, sighing. "Anime would be being so sarcastic right now." "Yeah," I agreed. "Where do you think she is anyway?"
Anime here. I'll be narratin' what happens at where I am. I jerked awake, and looked around. I was in a cage in what looked like Mandark's Lab. I spotted a cage next to mine. Inside sat Blossom. "Hi." She said, looking at me. "Good to see you're awake." "Yeah." I said. "Me too. I had the strangest dream. There was this strange boy......"
Anime here. I'll be narratin' what happens at where I am. I jerked awake, and looked around. I was in a cage in what looked like Mandark's Lab. I spotted a cage next to mine. Inside sat Blossom. "Hi." She said, looking at me. "Good to see you're awake." "Yeah." I said. "Me too. I had the strangest dream. There was this strange boy......"
pX!
Chapter one: First day in Sixth
Chapter one: First day in Sixth
I shut my locker. Even five years at Megaville Elementary couldn't prepare for sixth grade.
"Hi!" said a cheerfull voice to my right. I sighed.
"Hi Fang." I said. "Some first day, huh?" Before he could reply, I heard another cheerful voice. This one was even more cheerful.
"He-ay!" Said Lotus. Lotus was my other friend. She seemed to always be happy. All the time. And when by some way she isn't happy, she makes sarcastic comments and slaps whoever annoys here. All in all, a good friend. "How ya doing? Doin' good? Really good? I hope so. I like it when your good. It makes me happy." She opened her locker and took out some books. "Can you guys hang out today? Step-mom says that I'll be able to right after I do my piano."
"Um.. Yeah, I think I can." I said, thinking over my schedule.
"Well, little engine that could, we'd better get to class. The bell just rung, and soon detention slips will be flying out like rockets." We hurried off to class.
"Hi!" said a cheerfull voice to my right. I sighed.
"Hi Fang." I said. "Some first day, huh?" Before he could reply, I heard another cheerful voice. This one was even more cheerful.
"He-ay!" Said Lotus. Lotus was my other friend. She seemed to always be happy. All the time. And when by some way she isn't happy, she makes sarcastic comments and slaps whoever annoys here. All in all, a good friend. "How ya doing? Doin' good? Really good? I hope so. I like it when your good. It makes me happy." She opened her locker and took out some books. "Can you guys hang out today? Step-mom says that I'll be able to right after I do my piano."
"Um.. Yeah, I think I can." I said, thinking over my schedule.
"Well, little engine that could, we'd better get to class. The bell just rung, and soon detention slips will be flying out like rockets." We hurried off to class.
So, tell meh what ya think of pX!, and of that Random Story Post. Well, it's past 10:00, so I think I'll work on the Pickle a bit more then go to bed. Goodbye!
Monday, April 12, 2010
NAMES!
'Ello. Sorry I havn't posted for so long. Didn't have the time 'cause BEN LETTIN' ME MAKE MY OWN GAME! I've been so excited. Anyway, Ben says the Random Story needs a few more things. Here is his exact words:
I think you should start revising your story, now that you've laid down plenty of it. Here are some tips for your revision:
1. Start a new paragraph when a new character starts talking. It keeps dialogue clear. It's also an official Rule of English, so you have to do it anyway.
2. Introduce your characters one at a time, and give the reader time to get to know them before throwing even more characters at them.
3. Try to avoid being overly silly.
4. Think of a real title, and make the story a little less random.5. Every sentence should do one of two things: advance the story or show character.
6. Make sure your characters ALL have distinct personalities; even if you have a great lead cast, a bunch of nobodies sitting in the back can muck up the story.
7. Try to always clearly establish when you change settings, including the time or the location.
8. Always read back through what you've written, and fix mistakes and inconsistencies.
9. Don't worry about the length of your story; quality over quantity.
10. Have fun. If you're not having fun writing it, no one will have fun reading it either.
11. Always know what's going to happen. Follow an outline so you never end up having to cast around for something to happen next. Make sure you have a clear beginning, middle, and ending in mind.
Start a new revision with those tips in mind. Post sections as you complete them, and I might actually read it this time.
Well, whaddya think'a that? The thing I'm gonna focus on the Name first. But, my brain is blank. Give me some ideas on the comments. Also, I think I'm gonna cut the nicknames. Some of then will stay, like maybe Fang, and Anime.(Anime might come IIVU) Anyway, tell meh what'cha think.
I think you should start revising your story, now that you've laid down plenty of it. Here are some tips for your revision:
1. Start a new paragraph when a new character starts talking. It keeps dialogue clear. It's also an official Rule of English, so you have to do it anyway.
2. Introduce your characters one at a time, and give the reader time to get to know them before throwing even more characters at them.
3. Try to avoid being overly silly.
4. Think of a real title, and make the story a little less random.5. Every sentence should do one of two things: advance the story or show character.
6. Make sure your characters ALL have distinct personalities; even if you have a great lead cast, a bunch of nobodies sitting in the back can muck up the story.
7. Try to always clearly establish when you change settings, including the time or the location.
8. Always read back through what you've written, and fix mistakes and inconsistencies.
9. Don't worry about the length of your story; quality over quantity.
10. Have fun. If you're not having fun writing it, no one will have fun reading it either.
11. Always know what's going to happen. Follow an outline so you never end up having to cast around for something to happen next. Make sure you have a clear beginning, middle, and ending in mind.
Start a new revision with those tips in mind. Post sections as you complete them, and I might actually read it this time.
Well, whaddya think'a that? The thing I'm gonna focus on the Name first. But, my brain is blank. Give me some ideas on the comments. Also, I think I'm gonna cut the nicknames. Some of then will stay, like maybe Fang, and Anime.(Anime might come IIVU) Anyway, tell meh what'cha think.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Random Story number 51!
The only regret is that this isn't the 50th story post :(.
Once back in Megaville, I went back to my apartment. My family had moved here a few months ago. I opened the door and was almost killed. I was hit by a body, and my mom started hugging me so tight I could've sworn I broke a few ribs. After the hugging, she let go. "Where have you been?" "Well... kinda... was .. protecting the earth from bunnies of doom." "Again? You've been gone for months! Think about your grades! This will depend on getting you a good high school! I mean, you could've..." And she's off again. I thought. Oh, looks like she's almost done. Better start nodding. "Okay, I get it." I said, nodding. "Good. I'm glad we had this talk." I walked up the stairs and fell into bed, and sleep came instantly.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of: "Get up! Let's go! You'll miss the bus!" I stumbled out of bed and put on fresh clothes. The, I walked out into the cold November air. (It is November at the moment. In the story.) I saw the bus pulling away from the curb. "No! Wait! Bus! Stop!" I started to chase the bus. I managed to get to the next stop before it left. I climbed on and found a seat next to Fang. "Hi!" he said cheerfully. I grumbled. "Oh... grumbling." "Yep." I said. "I don't like grumbling. It does not fit my life!" I sighed. This was going to be a long bus ride.
Once at school, I went to my locker and got my books. "So... what do you have for first period?" I asked him. "Um.. math." He sighed. "Well, at least we have it together." he said. "You'd think a group of heros who save the world every other day would get a few days off of school." I said. "I know man." said Fang. We walked off to math. "So if you subtract that sum to that product.." the teacher was saying. "You will be sure to figure out question 13. on the test tomorrow." "Hey, Fang." I whispered. "We already read this chapter. Think you could, speed things up?" He smiled. "Let's go." he said. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Everything around us was a blur. I looked at the clock, which was going really fast. Fang opened his eyes and looked around. "Did it work?" he asked. Then the bell rang. "Be sure to do your homework assessment." said the teacher. We left.
After history, it was time for lunch. "Mmmm..... food." I said. "So," said Dexter. "Let's get down to buisness. Anime and Blossom were kidnapped by Mandark. I placed a tracking device on him before his lab blew up, and I have found out that the entrance to his lair is here in Megaville." "Just him?
This won't be a big challenge." said Fang, taking a bite of his sandwich, which had blood hidden inside it. "Actaully. it isn't just his lair. An entire socity is hidden there." "So we just have to figure out how to get there." i said. "Yep." said Dexter. "How about we start at the dump? I'll meet you there after school." "Sounds good." said Fang.
Once back in Megaville, I went back to my apartment. My family had moved here a few months ago. I opened the door and was almost killed. I was hit by a body, and my mom started hugging me so tight I could've sworn I broke a few ribs. After the hugging, she let go. "Where have you been?" "Well... kinda... was .. protecting the earth from bunnies of doom." "Again? You've been gone for months! Think about your grades! This will depend on getting you a good high school! I mean, you could've..." And she's off again. I thought. Oh, looks like she's almost done. Better start nodding. "Okay, I get it." I said, nodding. "Good. I'm glad we had this talk." I walked up the stairs and fell into bed, and sleep came instantly.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of: "Get up! Let's go! You'll miss the bus!" I stumbled out of bed and put on fresh clothes. The, I walked out into the cold November air. (It is November at the moment. In the story.) I saw the bus pulling away from the curb. "No! Wait! Bus! Stop!" I started to chase the bus. I managed to get to the next stop before it left. I climbed on and found a seat next to Fang. "Hi!" he said cheerfully. I grumbled. "Oh... grumbling." "Yep." I said. "I don't like grumbling. It does not fit my life!" I sighed. This was going to be a long bus ride.
Once at school, I went to my locker and got my books. "So... what do you have for first period?" I asked him. "Um.. math." He sighed. "Well, at least we have it together." he said. "You'd think a group of heros who save the world every other day would get a few days off of school." I said. "I know man." said Fang. We walked off to math. "So if you subtract that sum to that product.." the teacher was saying. "You will be sure to figure out question 13. on the test tomorrow." "Hey, Fang." I whispered. "We already read this chapter. Think you could, speed things up?" He smiled. "Let's go." he said. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Everything around us was a blur. I looked at the clock, which was going really fast. Fang opened his eyes and looked around. "Did it work?" he asked. Then the bell rang. "Be sure to do your homework assessment." said the teacher. We left.
After history, it was time for lunch. "Mmmm..... food." I said. "So," said Dexter. "Let's get down to buisness. Anime and Blossom were kidnapped by Mandark. I placed a tracking device on him before his lab blew up, and I have found out that the entrance to his lair is here in Megaville." "Just him?
This won't be a big challenge." said Fang, taking a bite of his sandwich, which had blood hidden inside it. "Actaully. it isn't just his lair. An entire socity is hidden there." "So we just have to figure out how to get there." i said. "Yep." said Dexter. "How about we start at the dump? I'll meet you there after school." "Sounds good." said Fang.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
50th Random Story Post!
The title says it all. This is my 50th Random Story post. I'm so happy! This is also my ifrst post in a week, so it better be good. *Cracks knuckles* Okay, let's type!
I landed on the rug. "Wassup?" I said. "Wait.." said Crackers. "We were supposed to save you in some cool, dramatic way. It's one of those ideas that never really worked out. I bet we just came here so that there could be a kidnapping." "Who was kidnapped?" I asked. "Anime and Blossom." said Dexter. "Blossom...." "you know, we never call Anime by her full name either. Her full name is EA Anime. It's kinda one of those ideas that never really-" Yes, yes, we get it." I said. "Humans." I muttered to Fang. "Tell me about it." he said. "Anyway, we should go and save Anime and Blossom, right?" said Dexter. "Yep." said Puddles. "And we have absolutely no idea where he took 'em, no idea where the entrance is, no idea where to start." "That about sums it up." I said. "You guys suck." said Dexter. "Nope." said Fang. "Just Crackers." (Jeremy,don't take this seriously. We all just kinda don't like you in the story) "Well, until farther notice, back to Megaville!" Puddles said dramatically. We flew away.
"Meh." I said. "This is taking for eva." "I'm flying as fast as I can!" said Dexter. "I need to stretch. I'll just fly along side you, kay?" I jumped off the edge of the rug. "Weeee! Gravity!" I yelled as I fell. I whipped out my wings and flew up again. For those who don't know, me and Puddles can fly pretty dang fast. I think the fastest I've gotten so far is about 80 mph? Maybe 75? Dexter once told be that previous life-forms were human/avian. But he said that there were not that much. They're all gone now, probably. Anyway, I've been yapping about how great I am for a while, yes? Let's just get back to the story. Puddles appeared beside me. "Hi." she said. "Don't look at me like that! Readers might think this is a romance story! The only romance here is Dexter and Blossom. And maybe Crackers and a mongoose. But we are just friends, right?" "Yeah. but you and Anime.." Then I slapped her. "okay, I'm kinda getting annoyed about how you are always saying things like that. I'm going back to the rug." Girls. All looks." I muttered. Just as I said, this is NOT a romance-y story. So everyone reading this for the romance and saying somethings going on here? Drop it. But IIVU, don't get too disappointed. Dexter and Blossom. "Ohh...." said Fang, looking ahead. "Mexican food buffet. Do you think we could-" "NO!" everyone yelled at the same time. "Ah, shucks." he said, getting out a soda can labeled red cream soda. "Blood?" I asked him? "Nah. I'm trying to loose a few pounds. I'm drinking diet blood." "I see." I said, not seeing at all. Well, I'm gonna do somthin' else now. Maybe post on my other blogs. Anyway, I'll try to do a post tomorrow.
I landed on the rug. "Wassup?" I said. "Wait.." said Crackers. "We were supposed to save you in some cool, dramatic way. It's one of those ideas that never really worked out. I bet we just came here so that there could be a kidnapping." "Who was kidnapped?" I asked. "Anime and Blossom." said Dexter. "Blossom...." "you know, we never call Anime by her full name either. Her full name is EA Anime. It's kinda one of those ideas that never really-" Yes, yes, we get it." I said. "Humans." I muttered to Fang. "Tell me about it." he said. "Anyway, we should go and save Anime and Blossom, right?" said Dexter. "Yep." said Puddles. "And we have absolutely no idea where he took 'em, no idea where the entrance is, no idea where to start." "That about sums it up." I said. "You guys suck." said Dexter. "Nope." said Fang. "Just Crackers." (Jeremy,don't take this seriously. We all just kinda don't like you in the story) "Well, until farther notice, back to Megaville!" Puddles said dramatically. We flew away.
"Meh." I said. "This is taking for eva." "I'm flying as fast as I can!" said Dexter. "I need to stretch. I'll just fly along side you, kay?" I jumped off the edge of the rug. "Weeee! Gravity!" I yelled as I fell. I whipped out my wings and flew up again. For those who don't know, me and Puddles can fly pretty dang fast. I think the fastest I've gotten so far is about 80 mph? Maybe 75? Dexter once told be that previous life-forms were human/avian. But he said that there were not that much. They're all gone now, probably. Anyway, I've been yapping about how great I am for a while, yes? Let's just get back to the story. Puddles appeared beside me. "Hi." she said. "Don't look at me like that! Readers might think this is a romance story! The only romance here is Dexter and Blossom. And maybe Crackers and a mongoose. But we are just friends, right?" "Yeah. but you and Anime.." Then I slapped her. "okay, I'm kinda getting annoyed about how you are always saying things like that. I'm going back to the rug." Girls. All looks." I muttered. Just as I said, this is NOT a romance-y story. So everyone reading this for the romance and saying somethings going on here? Drop it. But IIVU, don't get too disappointed. Dexter and Blossom. "Ohh...." said Fang, looking ahead. "Mexican food buffet. Do you think we could-" "NO!" everyone yelled at the same time. "Ah, shucks." he said, getting out a soda can labeled red cream soda. "Blood?" I asked him? "Nah. I'm trying to loose a few pounds. I'm drinking diet blood." "I see." I said, not seeing at all. Well, I'm gonna do somthin' else now. Maybe post on my other blogs. Anyway, I'll try to do a post tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Ahh! Animated Icons!
Oh noes!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, if you want to go to Irken planet, click HERE! He (The guy pointing at the link) wants you to.
Anyway, if you want to go to Irken planet, click HERE! He (The guy pointing at the link) wants you to.
Home now.
I'm home now. In other news, our teacher said it was okay to do the class paper! Yeah! I e-mailed my first article to Abby. Just wanted to post that news.
In the computer lab once again
Hello! I know you are not supposed to post your location on the internet but I think there's nothing bad saying I', posting in my schools computer lab. We have to type book reports. I'm done. Now I get to go to the world-wide-web! Have you ever noticed that whenever I', posting in the com. lab I say something about the world wide web? The last bell rings in about ten minutes, so don't mind if this post is shortish. Anyway, a few notices. First, Irken Planet is up and running with a new header. Also, Abby (Puddles) and I, after school, are going to ask our teacher if we can start a class newspaper called the daily pickle. Five minutes left. I also feel like nobody reads The Force of Chao anymore. It is very noisy in here. Anyway, e-mail me at chaoboy2006@hotmail.com is you want to make suggestions about my blog. I heard there was a way to make it look like it is written on notebook paper. Well, bells gonna ring any minute now. Gotta go. Bye.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Invader Zim fan blog!
Hello! just finished making the Invader Zim fan blog.Girandzimforever.blogspot.com! I invited Eve, (IIVU) Shantz, and Abby. I will give you all administrator powers when you accept the e-mail I sent you. Anyway, have to post on other blogs! Bye!
B.S: The Unruled notebook is still my main blog:)
B.S: The Unruled notebook is still my main blog:)
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Kingdom Hearts Chronicles 1.2
Here is the second installment of the kingdom hearts chronicles.
I also want to say that this is my 150th post! Yay!
I also want to say that this is my 150th post! Yay!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Meh.
Hi. Today is Dr. Suess' birthday. Last year I did a post to honor that. But I'm not going to this time. So there. Anyway, above you can see pics of invader zim stuff. These are things we will use in our new blog. IIVU(eve), Abby, Shantz and I are making an invader zim fan blog. Comment and tell me which one you like best. click here for the other one. Here. Here. Here. Also, you don't have to enter that word verification on comments anymore on my blog!
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