Thursday, September 22, 2005

   Cold Supper
Hey guys, sorry i haven't posted in a while, long story on why not, and i'm no where near through with the Armageddon Tourney's story. Yeah, i've been slacking, but i did finish another story its called cold supper, check it out


Cold Supper
By: Keon Davis

The autumn air felt heavy as he, Detective John Gains, stepped out of his government-issued Lexus. The crimson-hued leaves of the trees swayed ominously in the wind. His new setting seemed most depressing, and a heavy feel of anxiety hung in the atmosphere.
John Gains is a FBI detective assigned to investigate a missing person report in the small town of Scarlet Hills, West Virginia. How appropriate a name, for the leaves of the tall oak trees turned red during the fall, and the town always seemed to have a scarlet aura radiating from it. As beautiful as it sounds, this feature only added to an already eerie environment.
The people of Scarlet Hills only make the situation worse. The town is home to very wealthy citizens and prominent families. But it you are picturing lavish houses and fancy cars, you are mistaken. The people of Scarlet Hills were born and raised on traditional and conservative values. Therefore, there were never any loud parties, never any loud music, or even any children playing in the yard. The lack of youthful freedom weighed heavily on Detective Gains, for he was only 24-years-old himself.
Detective Gains walked up to the Sheriff’s office, a small rather dilapidated building. Immediately, as he reached to open the door, the deputy greeted him, which startled the detective a bit.
“You mus’ be tha’ detective,” the Deputy said. His speech was so country and uneducated that it also caught the detective off guard. He thought that all the citizens of Scarlet Hills were uptight, snotty, old rich people. Plus, he was from New York, and was educated at NYU.
“Yes, Detective Gains, here.” He flashed his badge at the Deputy. “Is the Sheriff in? I’m hoping to be done with this case as soon as possible.”
“Yep, but I don’t thank he wantsa talk to ya’,” the Deputy answered. “We don’t take kindly to strangers comin’ ‘round here, stickin’ their noses in our affairs. We have it u’ner control.” His tone was so snotty that Detective Gains laughed silently as he spoke.
“Well,” Gains chuckled, “this is my assignment, so I’m going to solve this case whether you cooperate or not. Besides, an entire family missing for 2 months is not something I would call ‘under control’.”
“Whatever,” the Deputy said. “Come on in.”
As Gains entered the building, he was appalled by the unorganized facility. File cabinets were open in the most desultory manner. Papers were littered on the floor, along with donut boxes and beer bottles. Sitting in one of the old, iron, folding chairs, was a short, bald, fat man, appearing to be in his early 50s. He had on the same uniform as the deputy, but his had a sloppily placed gold star on it, symbolizing his rank as sheriff. The words ‘George Blanch’ were printed on the star.
“Detective Gains, I presume,” he said. Though his grammar was ten times better than his deputy’s, it had this drunken sound to it, as if he were boozed only minutes before he arrived.
“Yes, you must be Sheriff Blanch,” Gains said. “Are you ready to begin?” Gains’ anxiousness to complete this case was clearly evident.
“Just like you FBI agents,” Blanch said, blatantly insulting. “Always business, even if it isn’t your own.”
“Excuse me,” frowned Gains, “But the last time I checked, I was the one who was called here.”
“The Mayor asked for your presence,” Blanch responded. “I’d never let on who you government curs to take on a case under my jurisdiction.”
“Whatever,” Gains found himself saying. He was trying to avoid disrespecting him, but his youthful attitude got the best of him. “Can you brief me on the case and give me a list of suspects?”
“Alright,” Blanch responded reluctantly. This was probably the first colloquial word he’d heard the Sheriff say.
“Here’s our case,” Blanch began. “The missing family is that of Judge Richard Kennedy.”
“Richard Kennedy?” Gains repeated, very surprised. “The Supreme Court Justice?”
“Yes,” Blanch said. “He and his family were reported missing 2 months ago, July 21. The report was called in by his son youngest son, Curtis.”
“The entire family is missing but his son,” said Gains, curiously. “How’d he end up being so lucky?”
“The Kennedy’s disappeared the same day Curtis returned from college,” Blanch explained.
“The same day….” Gains said, slowly trailing off. “Give me a profile on this guy.”
Blanch signaled his deputy to bring him a file. The beige manila folder was filled with paper. This kid had some criminal history. Blanch opened the folder and read the first page.
“Curtis Arcturus Kennedy, Age 22.” Blanch began. “The youngest of 4 children. Very big fan of hunting and taxidermy, I know. My son and I used to hunt with him and his dad.” You could tell that he was very close to the family because of the surge of nostalgia that flowed through him as he spoke. “Where was I? He has 12 previous charges and he was exonerated from each one.”
“How was he exonerated from 12 charges?” Gains asked, baffled by this fact.
“Half of them involved his family,” Blanch explained. “And they dropped the charges. In the other six cases, his father got him out of it. Richard is a very good lawyer.”
“Oh,” Gains said, he was starting to understand why the deputy and Blanch didn’t want him to work this case. It was THEIR town. These were THEIR neighbors. This was THEIR case.
“He was sent to a boarding school,” Blanch continued, “after his last offense. He left the school at 18, and, when he was 19, he was accepted into Yale.”
“Figures,” Gains scoffed. “Son of a judge, of course he’d go Ivy League.” Blanch’s expression changed from serious to insulted.
“Curtis is not your typical ‘rich kid’,” he sneered. “He is about as far from that stereotype as possible.”
“Sure, if you say so,” Gains replied. He was still skeptical about Curtis’ sincerity, his deviation from the picture of the proverbial rich boy. All of the signs sign of this, in Gains’ mind, were clearly there.
“Curtis returned home 2 days before he reported his family missing,” Blanch recapitulated. “When the property was searched, Curtis was most distraught.”
“Did you find anything?” Gains inquired.
“Nothing out of the ordinary,” replied Blanch.
“How has the kid been doing since then?” asked Gains.
“Very misanthropic; no one has seen him since the reported,” answered Blanch. “I’ve visited him on several occasions, but he seemed really distracted.”
Immediately Gains was greeted by an epiphany. The picture was beginning to come clear, and thousands of connections were being made in his mind. Curtis knew were his parents were, this much Gains was sure of.
“I want to meet the guy,” Gains soon said, rising from his seat. “What is the address?”
“1812 Crimson Ave. SE,” Blanch quickly answered. “Is there something you want to share with me?” The minds of the two detectives seemed intertwined, as if one could tell when the other was on to something.
“No,” replied Gains as he exited the cluttered office. He quickly entered his car and started to engine. The purr of the Lexus engine seemed soothing to Gains, but at the same time adrenalin rushed through his veins. He then peeled off to the Kennedy Manor.
Upon his arrival and the Kennedy Manor, Gains sat in awe at the opulence of it. It was an enormous house, its architectural structure reminiscent to the huge antebellum plantation houses. Gains jogged up the ivory walkway, which slithered up to the porch. As Gains reached for the doorbell, he noticed that the door was unlocked. The home of a Supreme Court Justice would never be left opened. Something was amidst.
As Gains entered the home, he was greeted with an eerie smell. Not as stench, but more like the lack of a smell. The air seemed stagnant, as if nothing had moved in ages. This was especially peculiar, as a 19-year-old boy was living there.
As he made his way through the mansion, Gains began to notice other peculiarities. Everything was so incredibly well kept that it seemed as if no one lived there. It seemed as if nothing had been touched and everything was in perfect order. It was not possibly for a teenager to reside there.
Eventually, Gains made his way into the dining room. He peered through the door and saw something that almost made him scream. The entire Kennedy family was seated at the table, as if they were preparing to eat. He was about to greet them until someone came in from the kitchen. By the age, Gains deduced that it was Curtis. He stood tall, at least 6”2, and extremely lean. It appeared as if he were malnourished. He was carrying a platter of roast beef, but it was severely over-cooked. He was shaking nervously, and walked with an unusual jerking motion as he placed the dish on the table.
“Well, family,” he said, in a jarring high-pitched tone, “I hope you brought your appetites. Yeah, sure, it’s a little over-cooked, just like the beans and potatoes, but it’s still good. See, Mom? I told you I’d get this cooking thing down.” Mrs. Kennedy didn’t say anything. In fact, the entire family was eerily silent, except for Curtis. Gains found this particularly unusual, but continued to listen.
“Oh, Dad,” Curtis continued, “I glad you forgave for being expelled. I knew you weren’t REALLY going to disown me. You just needed some persuasion, that’s all.” Is toned changed for appreciative to completely eerie as he said “persuasion”. Gains took note of this, but continued to watch Curtis’ behavior.
“Well , I left the cake in the kitchen, so I’ll go get it,” Curtis then said clapping his hands. “I’m glad we can have these dinners again with us all together.” He then proceeded back into the kitchen.
Gains took the opportunity to talk to the family. He walked into the room and flashed his badge.
“Detective Gains, FBI,” he announced. While doing so, he noticed a change in the atmosphere. The air felt unbelievable heavy. He felt nauseous. Then he noticed that even though he was in plain sight, no one looked toward him. Their eyes seemed frozen in one position, staring straight ahead. So Gains walked toward Richard Kennedy, who sat at the head of the table. Gains waved his had in front of Richard’s face, but got no response. Gains then tapped him on the shoulder, and immediately reared back. He didn’t feel human; it was as if he had touched a stuffed animal. Gains patted Richard on the back, which caused Richard to fall forward, exposing the back of his neck. Gains saw what look like stitches, and examined them closely. It was as if someone had sewn Richard up. So he examined each of the family members, and they all had the same stitch marks. Gains was horrified; the entire family was dead and it seemed as if the killer stuffed them. Gains reached for his radio to call for back, when suddenly the kitchen door swung open. It was Curtis.
Gains immediately reached for the Beretta he kept in his jacket. He aimed at Curtis, who dropped the cake he was holding.
“You are under arrest,” he managed to announce, almost choking with discuss. Curtis raised his hands and looked directly at Gains and said,
“Your not a fan of taxidermy? That’s no excuse for ruining our supper. It’ll get cold.”

-The End-

cool isn't it?

-Terra Zero
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Friday, June 24, 2005

   Last Day
toda is the last day of the creative writing workshop i've been attending, which is y i've been able to update. I'm kinda sad but ya know, shit happens. so in honor of my departure, i change the lay out of my site. A Xenosaga theme, i never did it right before so i'm really proud of how it turned out. I'm especially fond of the music (that song is just so cool)




Speaking of music, i've been trying to learn how to play the piano. I haven't gotten very far, cuz i'm kinda teachin myself. I tried to play the Balamb garden song from Final Fantasy VIII, didn't get very far. To Zanarkand for Final Fantasy X, didn't get very far. And The World map theme from Final Fantasy VII, didn't get ANY where. but i'll get it eventually....somehow.

Any way here's another poem for you guys. i wrote today, it started out as 4 different haiku's, but i turned it into on poem. I call it:

SEASONS


Flower start to bloom.
Showers quench the thist of land
And drown our sorrows.

Pure hedonism
Lounges in selfish sunlight,
Sipping ego's tea.

Green is now consumed
By red, yellow, orange, and brown;
Naked trees remain.

Frigid breaths whisper
Of the cold blanket of white
That smothers the land.

Hope you guys like it, cuz its all you'll get for a good stretch of time. Anyway i'll see ya guys soon...I hope. Peace

-Terra Zero

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Friday, June 17, 2005

   Sorry, but Listen
I apologize for not posting in such a long time, but i don't have a pc anymore so its kinda hard. i don't have much time now, i wanna share somethin with you guys. I wrote this poem, which is composed of three parts. those who recognize the names will understand completely, and those who don't will still get the concept of the poem. i call it...


Ballad of Fate
By: Keon Davis


1. Rubedo’s Requiem

All alone in this black room,
Comforted only by my gun, and the memory of your face,

Our destinies now fulfilled, but I hate it.
Without your heartbeat, I feel misplaced.

I’ve freed you from your pain, as it was pre-ordained,
And while you bask in heaven’s light, I rest, waiting for that day.


2. Albedo’s Symphony

The pain of loneliness strikes swiftly,
The venom paralyzes from head to feet.
The poison leaves you feeling filthy

But my cure will soon be complete
And both our sorrows will be wiped clean.

I can’t call it salvation,
But all will be set free.

I can’t call it divine destiny,
Yet it was meant to be.

God meant for this to happen, as was my heartbeat in your chest.
Only you can kill me, and without you I will remain
In the world forever, driving humankind eternally insane.


3. Nigredo’s Bolero

We are bound by blood, the 3 brothers fated to be one.
I can’t help but be enraged, though you did what needed to be done.

You saved my life, but in turn put yours at risk;
My mission is to end your life, to allow for death’s fatal kiss.

Though I fight my fate, I cannot fight for much longer.
One brother is slain and 2 remain; I pray to god that you are stronger.


I hope you guys like it, i'm VERY proud of it, and i'm gonna try to get it published. if you guys have any question or comments about the poem, i'd love to hear 'em, though i probably won't reply for about 2 months. thank guys and see ya

-Terra Zero


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Thursday, May 5, 2005

   BORED
It is a very boring day today. nothing's happening, i'm tired as hell b/c i stayed up to 11 playing Midnight Club 3 (the BEST racing game ever made) and to 2 watching TV. i'm trying to write the story for the Armageddon Tourney, but pc time is limited. Damn i have to get mine fixed. but anyway, u guys should play MC3, it is really really good. its addictive though, so dont play it if u have somethin to do. CT is bugging the hell out of me so let me get on a lighter subject.



Tekken 5...the single greatest 3D-fighter ever made. You wanna argue it? Mortal Kombat Decepetion: no. The ppl walk funny, and the special moves are stupid. but the fatalities are good, and hara kiris too. and its online which is a plus. but the gameplay has absolutely nothin on Tekken 5's. Soul Calibur 2: no. that damn weapon master mode is the dumbest thing ever created. thats all that needs to said. DOA Ultimate: no. The graphics are good, the only area that bests Tekken 5, but not much. but it has online play, which is kool. Virtua Fighter 4 Evolution: ...good try. i actually cannot place Tekken 5 over because it was just as flawless as Tekken 5. and those are the only 3D-fighters worth mentioning. if anyone comes back and mention Budokai 3 they should be slapped by everyone on this site becuase budokai 3 and everyone before was garbage and should not even be called a 3D-fighter. anybody wanna challenge that judgement? If u guys have any 3D-fighters that u think holds a candle to Tekken 5, name it and i'll trash that one too. i just wanna argue this 4 a minute ^_^ aight see ya'll.


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Monday, April 25, 2005

   ................
well, somethings confusing the hell out of me, but it'll have to wait. the Armageddon Tourney's story is well under way, its just that my pc has crashed horribly, so thats why i haven't been updating. but it is going okay, as far as me writing it that is. i can't give an exact date of when the 1st chapter will be out, so i'm not going to. ^_^



Now out of nowhere, someone's trying to wage a war against me.....why? What type of shit is that? Why would anyone wanna start with me? 1st off, i'm a cool laid-back guy who doesn't make any enemies 4real. 2nd, in the last war, i won, so who in their right mind would challenge me? Look CT and Vicious 2, do what eva the fuck u want, i ain't got the time to pay attention to petty vendettas with no reasoning behind it. I'm just gonna stay cool, like i always am. Peace ya'll

-Terra Zero
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Saturday, April 2, 2005

   UPSET OF THE CENTURY!!!
In a close battle, 5-4, Sora triumphs over KOS-MOS. A-fuckin-mazing. First Snake beats Master Chief by blowout, the Cloud sweeps Auron, then KOS-MOS beats Cloud, now this!? The Armageddon Tourney was full of surprises. Shoutout to everyone who vote through the whole thing, most notably, Glitch 4.0, Vicious 2, and Luminae, for helping make this a success. The story is well underway, but its gonna be long, so I'm gonna seperate it into chapters. Big surprise, huh? Look for the first one around....Sunday or Monday. And I want FEEDBACK PEOPLE! If u read it, please comment on it, thank you guys in advance. Well, 3 in the morning, gotta go!

-Terra Zero
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Wednesday, March 30, 2005

   SPECIAL MATCH!!!
u thought it was over?! no, i said i had a surprise and here it is. KOS-MOS pulled out a hard-won victory over Cloud, which surprised the HELL out of me. I really thought cloud had it won, buy my girl took it home. So, Congrats to the Armageddon Tourney's Champion, KOS-MOS!!!*pauses for screams and applause*


*ahem* the battle isn't over yet though. for the sake of my story, (and my love for a certain awesome video game), i added a special battle. i didnt think about addin this until Cloud beat Auron. but the more i thought about it, the more it made for a killer plot twist. for reasons i refuse to state, i will not vote in this battle. So, without further ado, i give u the Special Match of the Armageddon Tourney.

KOS-MOS from Xenosaga "CHAMPION"



It's official: KOS-MOS is the baddest Video Game character ever. she swept through the competition, with little effor until face withthe Runner up, Cloud. She has but one more battle to fight, and the our sweet princess can rest....Badass Rating: 10+

VS.

Sora from Kingdom Hearts



Sora is the Keyblade master and the champion of all worlds. He's fought countless foes. He beat squall, cloud, and even SEPHIROTH without any other party members, no summons (meaning no knights of the round :P) and just straight genius swordsmanship. Main man in one of my favorite games, anyone who can look hard while fighting alongside Donald and Goofy is a Baddass in my mind. Badass Rating: 10+

Thats all folks. vote on this battle, cuz its the final part of the story. i'll be postin it this weekend, i'm gonna lounge for the rest of the week. see ya!

-Terra Zero
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Final Match
okay here's the finals. by now, if u guys have been keepin up with the battles, 2 badasses who have been cleanin house in every single battle they're put up against. Both from video games, both r juwst completely fuckin awesome. and u guys proved it with a reasonable doubt so now, i present to u, the Final MAtch of the Armageddon Tourney.

KOS-MOS from Xenosaga



The single greatest female character ever created. The girl mauled through each and every one of her opponents. Her greatness cannot be denied. Come on, her body parts can transform into any weapon imaginable. She has a cannon that can destroy stars. She is the messiah of the Xenosaga world! You gotta fuckin love her! Badass Rating: 10+

VS.

Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy VII



Ok, I've said everythin about this guy that I can possibly say. He's just, awesome. He's fuckin....Jay Z awesome, Retired and still doin shit to make money by just showin his face. The game that he made is constantly being remade and imitated. He beat the 2nd greatest video game villian ever created. He's bangin one of the hottest video game chicks ever. What more can I say? Badass Rating: 10

That's it cast ur votes for the final round in the Armageddon Tourney now. i pretty much got the story written, b/c i kinda got a clue on who's gonna win this one, but u guys may surprise me. Oh, and after this, i gotta BIG surprise for u guys. well see ya

-Terra Zero

P.S. I vote for KOS-MOS. as cool as he is, in a real fight, Cloud wouldn't be able to touch KOS-MOS with a steel pole. Screw Omni-Slash, she'd blow him out of the cosmos before he even pulled it off. oh and she beat, with the help of the party, Albedo, who is the undispute best villain on the face of the planet. Sephiroth is cake compared to this guy.
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Sunday, March 27, 2005

   Match 2....among other things
OK, it's 2:00 in the morning and I am no where near sleepy. I stayed up to 4:00 a.m. Saturday morning, and woke up at 10:30, because I had to go to work. I was drowzy the entire day. I got off work at 5:00 p.m and went straight to bed...and I didn't wake up until 11:30 p.m. So here I am. I just found out that I'm nominated for the USAA National History and Government Award. My 10th grade History teacher selected me. Hey, Capricious Tyrant and Vicious 2, did you guys get one, too? You know she thinks we epitomize "excellence". *laughs hysterically* Sorry, inside joke :P Anyway, on to Match 2 of Round 2. KOS-MOS won the last round 7-3. I expected this to be a blowout, but so far none of my predictions came out right. She'll face off against the winner of this match. COMPETITORS, PLEASE STEP FOWARD.

Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy VII



To sum it up...Cloud rocks. Wields a huge blade, uses materia, summons some of the baddest creatures ever created, made an appearance on one of my favorite games, (Kingdom Hearts, duh) and he sleeps with Tifa Lockheart. PIMP!!! Badass Rating: 10

VS.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood from Trigun



The legendary gunsman, Wolfwood wields the Crossweapon, simply the coolest firearm since Gene Starwind's Caster. Simply put, if Wolfwood ran the mob.....there'd be a lot of dead people. Bad people though, because Wolfwood's some kind of priest or something. Badass rating: 8.5

Okay there you go. The last match before the finals. The story is shaping up nicely, i hope to have it finished and on the site by....next Sunday, maybe? well see ya, bunch of stuff to do in the next 4 hours.

-Terra Zero
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