Saturday, July 22, 2006

I just realized
I haven't seen a cloud in over four months. It's so depressing.

Though clouds usually mean rain and rain usually means squishy muddy ground.

Eh, Got a new Rurutia CD, "Meme". I love her to death. First song of hers that I heard was "Hallelujah", then one of my top songs, "Selenite". Theres just something about her soft, emotional vocals that goes really well with the music she writes. If you haven't heard her music yet, I suggest you find someone with one of her CDs of PM me and I'll send you a few songs. Yes, I <3 Rurutia ^-^
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Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Come out come out where ever you are...
The shuttle's slow decent through the dark clouds was announced by the lightening that flowed within. "It's pretty." Salvo commented watching a long ladder light up in front of the window.
"Scares the hell out of me." The pilot said as he steadied the shuttle when it left the storm system.
"To each his own, I guess." Finally some rain has come.
"Where would you like to be dropped off?"
Salvo looked out over the town, "Anywhere is fine."
"Can do." The pilot picked a small open spot near the edge of the forest, "I'll just hover here, so make it quick." He opened the shuttle door, the hard rain crashed into the outer door trying to make it in.

"Thanks a lot." Salvo bowed and flew out of the shuttle. He turned in time to watch it rise back into the clouds. Damn this feels good. Salvo hovered above the trees letting the rain soak every inch of his stiff body. What now? My current activity is all and good, but it is not meant for long. He looked over the forest, smoke seemed to be rising from a small building near the, still under construction, municipal building. Oh, right. It is a temporary masonry. Why the town decided to build this place in the old fashion way, he did not know, but they were and it would seem they are even doing it in the rain. Might as well check it out.

Salvo slowly glided over the tree tops towards the smoke. Lightening struck off in the distance, nice. He circled the foundation a few times to size up the progress; it looked almost finished. The ground sunk around his feet as he landed by the main entrance, some of the lights were on. He checked the door, it was unlocked. "Excuse the intrusion." Salvo said as the door closed off the rain behind him. He ran his hand through his matted hair, water poured from it. He cracked his neck and started to explore. The place didn't look that bad, it had a sorta civil look to it, modern and original founders type civil. The lights lined the halls in sconces, flooding yellowish hue. He took a left from the entrance hall, a few pictures lined this new hallway. He checked the few rooms that were off to the sides. Each was about the size of a typical office, all painted a pale white (or at least that's what it looked like in the light from the hall).

What was that? Salvo turned around believing he heard footsteps. Now there was laughter. "And then she said, 'I was wondering where all that hair went.'..." Right and... A man poked his head around the corner at the other end of the hall, "Hey, you looking for someone?" The man asked coming into full view. From his attire, and the gear around his waist, he was most likely a capital guard, "You hear me kid?"
"What's up?" Another man who was still out of view asked.
The guards looked back slightly, "I'm not sure, sir. There is a young child standing by one of the offices looking at me strange."
"Does he look threatening?"
"Hard to tell, sir."
Salvo blinked away a few stray water droplets, "Just looking around. I saw the lights on so I figured it should be okay."
"Yeah I guess it's fine. What do you think, sir?"
The other man came around the corner, "Oh," he laughed slightly, "That's just Lesone's boy."
Salvo bowed, "Majest."
The Majest waved away the bow, "You should know that I hate formalities by now."
"Dad always taught me to have good habits that die hard."
"I remember he told me that once." The Majest walked up to Salvo, "So what made you finally decide to look around at this place?"
"Saw the smoke," Salvo shrugged, "Other than that, I couldn't say."
The Majest smiled, "So what do you think so far?"
Salvo went across the hall to another room, "I think it will be all right when it is finally finished."
The guard walked up and looked into the room, "Just all right?"
Salvo shrugged.
"Mind if I ask you something kid?"
"Sure."
"Is it true that on a few occasions you've found and fought Narcissian soldiers?"
"Yes." Salvo cocked his head, "Where did you hear these rumors?"
"From a few different field units."
"Probably the ones who found me each time."
The guard leaned against the door jam, "What reason could a kid like you have for fighting?"
"Couldn't tell you that either." Something felt odd, Salvo looked down the hall to both sides, "Is there only two of you?"
"Last I checked." The guard looked towards the entrance hall, "Why you ask?"
Salvo tried to shake away the feeling, "Whispers." It was getting stronger. He went down on all fours and sniffed the air.
The guard laughed nervously, "What are you doing?"
"Tracking." Salvo closed his eyes, "Now shhh." The rain outside, the breathing of the Majest (slightly elevated), breathing of the guard (also elevated), a floor board creaked. The board; Salvo turned around. Nothing but the sea of yellow.
"Kid if you are going to keep acting..." The guard stopped as the lights went out. Lightening cracked outside temporarily lighting the surrounding rooms. The guard tensed up and took out his pistol, "Get in the room, sir." He took the Majest by the arm and led him into the room on the left side of the hall. He looked back out into the hall, "Hey kid?"

Salvo was crouched close to the ground and didn't hear the guard. It was close. He launched off on all fours down the hall to the entrance way. Lightening cracked again, the dark shadows came and went. Salvo shifted his eyes to a cat's for a better view. He went farther down the hall and turned into what looked like a dining room. The chairs cast a deceiving shadow with the flashes of white light. That smell, I know it. He is in here with me. Something cut Salvo's arm, he looked at the ground near by, a throwing knife. He stood up to get a better view, every thing looked a grainy grey. No! He turned around. "Peek a boo." Salvo jumped back as the boy went to strike. He clasped against one of the chairs, his chest throbbing in pain. This can't be happening. He was dying, his blood flowed steadily from the gash in his chest. "Thought you had gotten rid of me." The boy's face sneered eerily as lightening struck near by, "Our little game of cat and mouse is finally over. It would seem I've won."
Salvo tried to stand straight but fell almost limp to the floor, "I'm not dead yet, Arcon." He pushed himself into a sitting position, "And you'll never make it out of here."
"Ha!" Arcon leaned against a chair, "You are dead, can't you just feel the life blood flow from your every cell."
"Hey kid! You in there?" The guard yelled as he entered the room.
Arcon turned to face the guard, "Yes he is, but not for long." He threw a knife at the guard, catching him in the leg.
"Shit!" The guard took the knife out and steadied himself in the doorway, "Where did he go?"
Salvo fell back against the chair that caught him the first time, "He is after the Majest." He coughed up a bit of blood, his breathing fast and raspy, "Get back to him."
The guard limped over to Salvo and knelt, "It's okay back up is on the way." He moved his hand slowly down Salvo's chest, "Oh god, hold on kid." Is this really it? I guess it was all pointless in the end, "Hey kid, you in there?" All that work for nothing, all those promises that will never come. "Come on kid." The guard fell limp by Salvo's porcelain body. Arcon looked into Salvo's vacant eyes, "No doubt about it, I win." No you haven't, I'm still alive, surprisingly. I will get you, I think. Funny how it doesn't hurt any more. I wonder if the power is back on yet. That would help the back up. Yeah, they need it. Too bad I'm too sleepy to help them. That's right, sleep now. I'll handle the rest. Who are you? Sleep. Okay.

Arcon was crouched in the corner of the dark auditorium, he just couldn't help but be proud. Yeah he missed out on his main objective, but that pesky cat was finally out of his way. Three times the cat stopped him from killing his target, and another two times just to annoy him. But he has won the war. Now all he needed to do is get out of this stupid building. It was only a matter of time till they find all the dampeners and their weapons will be functional again. Luckily Dad has taught him some useful old war tactics. I mean who would ever think that a nine year old boy would know how to kill efficiently.

Oh, they are near by. Arcon took out another knife as two guards entered the auditorium. The absolute darkness of the room would make it difficult for either party to get a clear shot. The guards turned on their flashlights, the beams scanned slowly around the room passing by Arcon's hiding spot. Ah yes I could do that. He put away the knife and took out the flash grenade he took from the guard in the dining room. He pulled the pin, 1, 2, 3, he hurled it towards the guards. It exploded in mid-air; Arcon ran to a new spot hidden by the blinding cover. He bit down on his hand to muffle his breathing. The guards were recovering from the light. Clear shot, Arcon shifted on his heels as he aimed at one of the guards. Bingo, a hit. The guard went down, the other one fired in the direction the attack came from. A stray bullet grazed the edge of Arcon's cover.

There was a loud thump, Arcon hesitated before peeking around the edge of the overturned table. Both of the flashlights looked like they were lying motionless on the ground, neither guard seemed to be standing. The hairs on the back of his neck shot straight up as a low, eerie laughter started to echo in the room. Arcon couldn't move, he was frozen in terror; he knew the voice. The laughter grew louder and more maniacal, "Al tret mia des." Something started to scrap on the ground, something metallic. Oh god, he had forgotten in the fun of the chase. He had dropped his sword somewhere in here. "Al tret mia des." The voice repeated even more sadistically.

Summing up as much courage as he could, Arcon laid down flat on the ground and started to crawl toward the exit. "Al tret mia des." The voice said as it slashed at some object in the dark. What the hell is going on? Where are the other guards? "Al tret mia des." A chair flew overhead and crashed into the nearby wall with an echoing clash. The rain grew harder and started to cause a light, constant drumming noise to resonate in the large room. The voice laughed again as it cut down another object close by. The doors to the room closed, Arcon recoiled into a small nook in the wall. His whole body shook in unspeakable fear, the knives slipped around in their pouch because of the cold sweat. It was now completely dark in the room, the guard's flashlights had been thrown against a wall. "Al tret mia des!" The voice called from the stage, "Le rogus mosu." It laughed and then fell silent.

Arcon could taste blood as he bit down on his hand. His heart beat loud and hard and he wished it would just stop so the thing would not find him. There was no way out now, this was truly the end. But how had this happened, he had everything perfectly planned; it should have worked. Where are the other guards? The lights came on in a blinding instant. Oh god, just don't move. It might not know where I am. "Boo!"
"AAAAAA!" Arcon screeched as he pushed past the creature. This is not happening, "Aa." He tripped over one of the mutilated objects. He turned around, his legs locked. The creature slowly staggered towards Arcon, dragging the sword. "You are dead!" Arcon screamed at it.
The creature's blood painted face smiled sadistically at Arcon, its fangs peeked over his lip. Blood stained sheets were wrapped tightly around its chest to hold it together. Its blood soaked hand stuck slightly to the work bench as it steadied itself. It squatted down in front of Arcon and stared deep into his trembling eyes. Its eyes were like a void, everything it looked at seemed to get sucked in; but Arcon couldn't look away. It smiled again, "Imar les tobi go." Its head fell limp on its shoulder, "Ebek?"

The doors to the auditorium crashed open and three guards rushed in. The creature stood abruptly and turned to look at the group. It sneered as they raised their weapons, "Don't move!" One of them shouted.
The creature growled and crouched slightly, turning the blade in its hand.
"Drop your weapon!"
The creature screeched and rushed towards the guards. They fired, the creature dodged the first borage. It started its advance again, a fourth guard hit it as he entered. It fell to the ground limp.

A steady beeping noise played gently in the background as Salvo awoke in the darkness. He looked around the room, it was pitch black. What happened? A sharp pain shot through his chest as he tried to sit up. He fell back breathing hard, what the hell? He ran his hand up his chest, it was covered in thick bandages. His eyes were open, he was blind. Where am I? Is this the afterlife? No, it's a hospital. That would explain the beeping. Salvo closed his blind eyes and ran his hand down his chest one more time. See, you haven't won yet Arcon. I wonder if he's dead now. He smelled his hands, just his blood had been on them. If he is, I didn't kill him. Sleep, you need to regain your strength. Yeah, you're right. Salvo started to drift off, wait. Who are you? Does it matter? Sleep. Fine, whatever.

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Oh the pain!
Had a wart removed yesterday. I've had is for about two years and thought nothing of it. But the doc yesterday was like "Want that removed?"
I'm all, "What?"
"Your wart."
"What wart?"
"The one on your thumb."
"I thought is was a scar that I just kept picking at."
"No, its a wart."

So I say sure and they proceed to cut it out. Because of that, I now have a gaping hole in my thumb sown up with 7 stitches. It's hard with only one thumb to use. Expecially putting on my boots.

It hurts, Oh it hurts.

And now for something completely different:

Falling into place are the peaces to make a better world. This will be good because I never get a piece of the pie when it is sliced. Though we nevr get what we want without it bringing the end of the world. The eva of destruction is only one peach vermooth shot away. We will see the true god when it shows the home movies of Her. Looking back on the life that is before me, I saw that there is no hope of piece for the other land. With what I had on that journey I feel dirt poor, my Chi was dimming and I couldn't save the screen from disintigration. I am lost, alone, and it is hot.
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Sunday, July 16, 2006

Stupid pic
It was working earlier this morning.
So I fixed it by using my site that I made while I was in college. the whole semester before I got moved to the desert
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Hubba hubba zoot zoot
I've always wondered where the whole intrest in cars really started. You know, the whole pimping of ones ride.

Don't get me wrong, I care about the look of a car, I just don't need it to be so flashy.
I have a 2002 chevy malibu, it looks fine and gets me from point a to point b.

People spend thousands of dollars on decals, LED lights, rims (don't get me started on those useless spinning ones), etc. WHY? I ask. WHY?

I don't like to offend people that much but, it seems very superficial, ego driven, and all around idiotic. I believe people should express themselves through their actions not through their materials.
I digress, but that felt fairly good to say.

And so, I leave right now with some words of wisdom:

Even though there is another world out there, it was upgraded and now we have The World. Or maybe it was the wired that was derived from this World. Where in there are backdoors to everything and choises are already made before they exist. But still, maybe there is a reason to everything, maybe things can be explained by science and geology. Or maybe there are no reasons and this is just organized chaos. In a world that is not our own. A world where there are no restrictions to the code that is made. A world where panty shots are plentiful. A world where we can be happy.
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Friday, July 14, 2006

Wait, sand is burnable?



I know the army has rules and regs for a reason, but why do we need a permit to burn paper in a BARREL in the middle of a SAND PIT? Are they afraid that the sand might catch fire?

In other news, Got a new Manderan CD. Valen Hsu. Her is clear and flows well with the words I don't understand. Her music style ranges from popish tunes to slow balads and sentemental songs.

Started Castlevania: Dawn of Sorrows for the DS last night. It's fun, the soul collecting is a bit easier here and I like the whole weapon synth. The Magic seals are a pain, cause if you screw up, you have to keep fighting the boss till it gives you another chance.

Eh, whatever. Might as well enjoy the few hours in the hot sun and the fire.



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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

And so
The room smelled of smoke and charred flesh. Junsei’s nose wrinkled when she walked in. The rifle was starting to get heavy in her hands. Sweat dripped into her eyes as she shined the rifle's light into a corner. So far the floor was unmanned, but that doesn’t mean the enemy wasn’t waiting in a trap. The blackened concrete walls looked to be covered in biowaste. Junsei shock her head as she turned to leave the room; why did I decide to do this; I was warned not to. Lvl 10, Dad felt it was easy and redesigned the program to make it harder. Now the scale goes to 11. A crackling noise came from the comm. on her wrist- the boss, “What’s your status?” Her commander asked over the noise.
Junsei raised the comm. to her mouth, “Nothing so far.” She put the rifle against her shoulder, “Looks as if it was just a clean up. No bodies, just a bit of biowaste.”
“I see,” The man paused, “Return to the rally point.”
“Yes Sir.” Junsei turned off the comm. and sighed. All those stairs, probably more enemy as well. Bringing her rifle back to the ready, she made her way back down the dim hallway to the stairs. Her footsteps echoed in the long corridor, a sound that only made her more paranoid. She was running low on ammo and heat cramps were setting in. The facility’s environmental equalizer was offline; so the air was stale, hot and humid. This is way too realistic.

With a grunt, Junsei opened the door to the stairs. The tall room had over twenty flights of stairs. Twenty three floors, god I’m tired; Junsei wiped her face. Taking a deep breath, she started up the stairs. The low hum of exposed wires and transistors only intensified the creepiness. Junsei laughed quietly; all the other kids at school had their Halos, Half-Lifes, Quakes, and Dooms but I can have the real thing. Well almost. If only they could see me now. I wonder what they would say. I wonder what Dad would say. The darkness of the tower seemed impenetrable with the small light fixed on the rifle. As she got higher, the more Junsei found she was using the railing. I’m not weak, I’m stronger than this.

Junsei stopped to catch her breath on the fifteenth floor. Her legs were weak and her hands were wet with sweat. She jumped at the echo of a scream somewhere above. It was loud and died off in a gurgle. She shot up the stairs towards the dead man; the light from her rifle shook violently as she went. "Kya!" She fell against the stairs barely catching herself with the butt of her rifle. Pushing herself back to her feet, Junsei started up again. There was a problem; something was there, on the wall. Wait, where did it go? Junsei scanned the wall, the shadow disappeared. The creature screeched as it leapt from the far wall at her. Barely dodging the thing, Junsei turned to fire. The creature leapt again catching her by her shoulder. Junsei screamed as it dug its claws deep inside. She shook, trying to throw the creature off; a butt stroke to the head and still the creature held. She twisted her body down to the stairs, the creature cushioning the fall down the flights.

The creature screeched again when it hit the railing. Junsei rolled away trying to get at her rifle which slipped from her good hand in the fall. Dodging the creature's third attempt, Junsei grabbed the rifle and fired. With one last scream, the creature fell limp on the stairs. Panting, Junsei staggered to her feet. She swallowed, "Oh shit." Blood flowed from her right shoulder and into her half closed hand. She kicked the creature just to make sure it was dead.

Back up again, now looking for the victim. That was so not cool, I can’t believe Dad does stuff like this all the time. 13, 12, 11, still no one. Wait, there. It was on the tenth, on the ground holding the door open, the soldier’s body. Junsei used her foot to open the door enough to get in the hall; she could barely hold the rifle at the ready with her failing left arm. There he was lying motionless on the ground; the chest of his uniform was torn and bloody. She knelt to check his pulse, yep he was dead. She tapped the comm., "Major!"
It crackled and a man's voice came over, "What is it, Sergeant?"
"We have a man down on B10, DOA." Junsei coughed, she could feel the start of shock, "The unknown creature is dead on B14."
"How are you?"
"My right shoulder is injured." She took out her combat knife.
"Sorry to hear that," The Major paused, "Well, stick to the original plan. I'll try and get you a medic for when you arrive."
"Thanks, out." Junsei turned off the comm. "Well, I guess you can still help me." She cut a long portion from the dead solder's uniform. She stuck one end in her mouth and wrapped the other end around her shoulder pulling it tight before tying it off with a grunt. She moaned wiping her blood on her pants. This is so gross. She looked down the long hall, it was darker than the one she left. Oh god!

In the distance at the other end of the corridor, another shadow. Junsei stared into the darkness of the dim hall. Oh god, oh no. The shadow disappeared. Trembling, Junsei got to her feet and started to back through the door. There, again. It was moving fast. She kicked the body out of the doorway and slammed the door shut. With a scream she began to run. Up, the only way to go is up. Her breathing was raspy and burned in her chest. Her right arm was numb and heavy at her side. Sweat blurred her vision as she looked behind into the void. It was there, somewhere; she could feel it. It happened fast, no warning, no thought. She didn't know how far or how long she had run, but when the creature screeched it didn't matter anyway. It leapt from the wall bringing Junsei down against the railing, smashing her head against it. All her focus was lost. Her rifle fell from her hand and down into the void of the empty floors below. She screamed trying to struggle free, but it was no use. The creature had her pinned and her shock was taking over. It seemed to give the creature pleasure when he made the first strike. From that point on, bit by bit, he opened her up and threw away the contents. The creature screeched with glee as his victim screamed in agony. Must fight, her vision narrowed, must fight, her head felt light, must... The last thing she saw before dying was the grinning face of her killer. Game Over Man.

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