So. Nathan Hermanson is back.
In a small way.
My computer is down and I resort to using my mother’s laptop to appease my writing needs.
The Padres are actually doing well in this first week of the year, surprisingly so.
My hair is short.
I love wearing this hat.
Naet isn’t that lonely.
Hm. Might write me a review tomorrow. Killzone 2 or something. Who knows, I miss writing those types of things.
Writing a short story collection that is on hold because of computer being down. Sucks.
And then there was one. One reason. One excuse. One stupid reason for the writer’s absence. His lack of creativity? Possibly. His school work? Probable. His laziness? Definitely.
So here we are hm? Finally back to writing. Finally starting to force myself to balance 10 things at once, on a pinky. Ah. This is the life. Based on what I just said, you might think me crazy to be writing and such when I have so much else to do. But I laugh. I laugh at that. I am at my best when under pressure. I write essays minutes before they are do and sha-bam. Perfect scorez left and right.
So. I guess it’s only fitting that I write now, when I’m under all kinds of pressure already. Just… fits y’know?
Let’s see. What to talk about…
Ooh. I’ve got a little comic project going. You can find it here. :B It’s called Easter Eggs. It’s a little gamer comic. (So original aren’t I?) And it’s written by me and drawn by my good friend JAMIE. O:
Karma has been kind of on hold for a while… we just haven’t gotten to writing. I’ve told Kennith (co-author) that I’m ready to write, he says we’ll write, and then we don’t. D: So… I hope to get that started up again soon…
The baseball playoffs have started! O: And of course. My San Diego Padres were still cleaning (or more like dirtying…) the basement at years end. And to make matters worse, the Dodgers won the divison. If you didn’t know. I hate the Dodgers. With a passion. And not only did they win the division… they beat the Cubs in the first round and have a good chance to make it to the Series. Sigh. Why do my sports teams hate me?
Chargers suck. Plain and simple. They have not performed up to the level they should be and if we lose once more, you can write us off. We’re 2-3 and have lost games in the last seconds and losing to teams like… the Dolphins… and Denver. Panthers! Mind you, those teams are much better this year… but still. Disappointed.
School has been terrible. Only good thing is that P.E. has become laughably easy. My P.E. class spends its days in this gym-like area and plays basketball/volleyball all day. No running. No stretching. No push-ups/sit-ups. Just jog a lap and play basketball. Ah. I love passing the P.E. test. Other than that, no fun. Math is getting head-scratchingly hard, my AP class is being gay (though I should be fixing that soon) and I’m just not doing as well as I should overall. English… I think I’m fine with that. Speaking of which…
I wrote an essay on my grandmother’s passing. She was a great inspiration when she was around and it was a great loss to not only my family but to the general population. She was a great woman. Anyways, I wrote the essay (if you’d like to see it, please ask) and was overwhelmed by the reactions through the family. Most had said they were in tears or tears had welled up their eyes and that it was very well done. The only reason the family had read it was because my mother wanted me to send it around. When I did… I could have never expected what I got in return. I love you Grandma.
Le’see here… what’s new in the world of gaming for lil’ ol’ Naet? How about a little game called… LittleBigPlanet?! That’s right. Those of you who know should be “:O” right about now. Those of you who don’t… go outside right now. Okay. Out there? Now. Find the closest blunt object, make sure it doesn’t have any nails or any other foreign protrusions, and now… hit it against your forehead. Nice and shaken up? Good. Come back in. Now. LittleBigPlanet is a game on the PS3. The game is basically a workshop that hands you the tools to make some amazingly creative levels and gadgets. It’s amazingly well-done and the bit that makes this game even better is the ability to share these levels that you have designed with others around the world. There will be a Youtube-like community for these levels and gadgets. The amount of amazing levels and gadgets around this community is already overwhelming and will be amazing once the game is happening. “But Nate! How in the world could a community be already overwheliming if it isn’t out yet?!” I’m glad you asked. MediaMolecule (the creators) opened up a private beta and… well… I happen to have the beta. And LittleBigPlanet looks to be a truly revolutionary game. It places unlimited opportunity into your hands and let’s you run with it. If you haven’t heard of it, look it up or come by my place. I’ll be more than happy to introduce you to this world.
You play as a species of Sack People. Sackboys and sackgirls, they are made of burlap sacks with a little zipper in the front. They protray a wide array of emotions and love to jump. They have an affinity with swinging and spending time with other sack people. They love to have fun and traverse through various levels, collecting score bubbles and racing to the end. They are… the only inhabitants of LittleBigPlanet and I’d have it no other way.
One last thing about LBP (yes… LittleBigPlanet). It might seem hard to make levels and such but once you get into it, it isn’t that bad at all. Just a bit of effort, the right amount of creativity and a tiny bit of patience and you should have a decently fun level on your hands. It’s amazing how they made it so easy and fun to do it all.
Hm. What else shall I write about kiddies?
I haven’t written much fiction in a while. I feel so lame. But it’s not like my mind hasn’t been at work with new ideas and such. It has. Too much. But it has. For example, the intro to today’s post? I wrote it on my graphing calculator during my math class. Hehe. So just be on the look out. I’ll probably be posting new work in here. I just hope I haven’t lost my talent.
Y’know the worst part of starting this project again is? No recognition. I’m tellin’ you. I should be on CNN and Early Show’s around the world. Pshaw. I don’t see anyone else writing 1500 words a day. Ha-rumph. Sure, there are probably people writing gallons more than I do a day, but exactly 1500? I doubt it. See. I have a goal. I have something to look for. They all just overachieve. Psh. It’s all about achieving what you set out to achieve… or something.
I kid you. Don’t start out with your pitchforks and shovels. I kid.
And now comes the awkward part at the end of posts where I sit and ramble on, stumbling about topics and such.
It’s so odd. To call this Day 1 when I have over 60 other posts of 1500 words just sitting around over in my last attempt. And to be writing so much differently from my last Day 1. Ah. The good old days. Such a naive Nate was the Nate of Day 1, Attempt 1.
SO LIKE. I WAS A SCHOOL RIGHT? WHEN LIEK MY FRIEND OSCAR COMES UP AND IS LIEK. “WELL HAY NAET. WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO 1500 WORDS A DAY?” AND I WAS LIEK. “YOUNG MAN 1500 WORMS A DU-” AND THEN RACHEL POPPED OUT OF THE GROUND AND EAT OSCAR WITH HER TOENAIL. SHE THEN THREATENED TO SEND ME INTO THE ABYSS OF HER TERRIBLE TOENAIL. BUT I STOPPED HER WITH MY HAIR AND ESCAPED. THEN I WAS LIEK. OH YEH. I NEED TO WRITE. And here I am.
NOWNOWNOW. One new feature that should be frequent on the blogz. Drumroll please. *DRUMROLL*
Youtube Feature by Naet!
So basically I’ll do my own version of features on Youtube but it’ll be things I like. And it should feature a little review of the Youtuber and what you should watch of them.
Today’s Debut Feature? Pomplamoose.
A two artist band who handle the entire song by cutting and pasting the sounds together. Jack Conte and Nataly Dawn are the two artists who had esatablished themselves on Youtube before they joined together to create tha amazing beauty that is Pomplamoose. Their music is… really well done for an indie group and I have to say Nataly’s voice is great, Jack’s enthusiastic performances are always fun to watch and their videos are edited well. Check them out if you are a fan of music.
Those are my two recommendations… but I love them all. Check all of their stuff out!
And now we reach that fateful part of the evening where I bid you all adieu. Have a good night my precious little orange peels.
Oh. And by the way.
I’m back. (If that wasn’t already glaringly obvious.)
So. We’re back on the air, ladies and gents. Just want you all to know. I’m back in school. I’m hanging out with the same awesome people. Y’know. Houk, Oscar, Jaime, Rachel, the usual. If you don’t know who they are… then you obviously aren’t cool enough.
But seriously they are the cool people at school.
I HAVE SOME OTHER COOL FRIENDS. AMAZING FRIENDS ACTUALLY.
But they don’t go to school with me… D;
ANNNYWAYS. I am liking school so far and can’t wait to be working on 2039203 things at once. It’ll help for me to focus moar and prioritize.
Oh. One thing to say. I hate waking up at 5:00. Jeez. It’s so… early… and I’m so… tired… Hehe.
Dundundundundundundun. Miss me? I missed me. But guess what? All is well. I’m back. And this time I start over. When? You’ll have to wait and see. Just know… I’m back and I’m here to talk about the world. Not just my life. That didn’t seem to work. So. Back to Day 1. I failed the first time and here I am to try once more. Tha’s right. 1500 2.0
I’m sorry. I got stopped from writing for a while, *got pulled from computer for various reasons* and now I am way off track. So I will be forced to take a break. Good for many reasons. I have testing coming up so I must study and so I wouldn’t be able to write much. I will be trying to catch up on the posts I did not do. Other that that? I’ll be preparing for the long summer break. Don’t worry. I will be back. And sadly I doubt I’ll be able to reach the date I wanted to. Well, maybe. I won’t be gone long. Just enough to catch up and to get through testing.
Wellwellwell. I has been a long while hasn’t it, my funny little unicorns? If you have read any of the fixed posts, you will know that I have been doing a lot. The big announcement I referred to is the fact that I will take part in NaNoWriMo. National Novel Writing Month. It’s a… contest of sorts… I suppose. With no real reward except for knowing that you finished a novel. What you have to do is. Start writing a novel on November 1st, (and no writing before that) and stop on November 31st. You need to reach the goal of 50,000 words before the end of the month. You can plan and make notes and such as much as you want but no actual writing and until November 1st. This is going to be a true challenge for me. To stick with it that long annnnd write something that will actually span 50,000 words. Let’s just hope I can do it hm?
ANYWAYS. Nate can talk about a lot of stuff now! Okay.
It was my birthday 5 days ago. Nothing special. A few gifts and a few family came over. The real big thing was on July 4th. Everyone was here and I got a lot of Happy Birthdays, one gift and that was it. Just a normal party, hanging around family, playing PS3. Same ol’ same ol’. Thennn… hm. There is this crazy plan that was orchaestrated by my friends and I have no idea what it is. It was supposed to happen on my birthday but of course it dodesn’t go right. So now it is this week. *shrug* Iunno. It’s all too uncool for me.
I fixed my writing style! Which is perfect. I always seemed to “rush my writing” and I was not descriptive most of the time. So. I fixed it. It took a lonnnng time but I did it… I hope. xD Might just be a one time thing. I don’t know. But yeah. That’s new…
Played lotsa new games. Just started getting into Rainbow Six Vegas 2. Seems cool. All tactical and such. Initial Impressions on that soon. I guess that I will review a few movies soon too. Since I last posted I have seen Wall-E, Get Smart and Hancock. All really good. Some better than others, but all were entertaining.
I missed this. This chance to just talk. To write.
By the end of the day, I will have this post done. I have some games calling and I will be leaving to eat soon anyways, so. See you all later. : D
They say… the invasion started a few days ago. There was school that day… I skipped out… Stayed on the rooftop of my dad’s big business building… and I haven’t left since then. The dead now walk among us… I don’t know what to do. But then… they came… and took me… It’s never been the same.
The sky was heavy with ash and smoke in the beaten city. The ash had made its way through the city, laying itself upon the streets, turning said streets from the recognizable black to a near-white. The smoke was so thick in the streets that people had to thickly wrap their faces with clothes and try to make a dash into the streets, looking for the safe confines of a military truck or some kind of safe haven. But as soon as they left their houses, they were met with the hungry dead that walked among us. I’ve seen them do everything. Bite, rip, break, slurp, inflame, engorge… all leading to the death of the poor people on the streets. I’ve noted that it takes the innocents who are killed about an hour to rise as one of the… zombies. I’ve watched their interactions with eachother and their rudimentary forms of destruction. I’ve watched this all, from atop a mid-sized skyscraper. For some odd reason, the smoke seemed to only linger in the streets and stopped after that. From my position, I could watch all of the death and destruction while keeping myself safe. I had to take extra pre-cautions of course. When I noticed the odd things going on down below, I took a quick detour down to my fathers office and grabbed a simple Browning HP pistol that he hid under his files along with a few boxes of ammo. Not well-hidden and never used so I didn’t have to dawdle in his office longer then necessary.
Slipping back to the rooftop, hoping to keep out of the eyes of any suspicious office workers that had already managed to barricade themselves, I began to see the true wreckage. With my newly acquired weapon, I felt a bit safer to take a glance down the side of the building. The first day of watching was nothing special. Empty streets and the occasional blood-curdling scream. That was it. No deaths caught my eye and no survivors managed to escape. It was the second day that I spent atop the building that proved to me that the city had turned to hell. Out of the same building I had begun to call home, I saw a large number of men, all escaping at once. Large black Army vans took over the streets and shoveled people into them. The office workers had two vans that they had to stuff into. It was a time consuming process and by the end of it all, a large mob of the dead had made their way to the street. There was a large number of people still awaiting their safety, but apparently the Government doesn’t care. The Army had rules. And one of those rules was to leave instantly if the dead got close enough. And so, I watched as the vans pulled away. I watched desperate faces, clawing at the metal casing of each car, begging to get in. The pain on their faces was unbearable and the worst part of it all, they had not even gotten attacked yet. Even when they tried to escape, they were only met with another incoming mob. That was the first day I cried.
The third day of watching started out with instant fear. I awoke on the cold concrete, the tears still fresh on my face, to one of the dead staring down at me. Instead of simply staring gape-mouthed and wide-eyed at the zombie, I rolled to my side and reached for the pistol. The zombie simply turned my way, unmoving. What is he… stupid? Shaking in fear, I stepped towards the zombie. Its arm twitched and I cowered back a few steps. The zombie seemed frozen in its spot. It didn’t even recognize the ashes that began to call his head home. This was the first time I got a good look at one of the dead. It looked much like a human, except for pieces of flesh missing from various spots of the body and their eyes no longer held the spark of life. Not to mention the graying of their skin. Some of the dead had chunks of their bodies missing, sometimes limbs. This one was fully intact. As I stared at the zombie who was once a man, something inside me erupted. An anger sprouted from pity. This man had once lived a normal life and because of the dead below, had lost it all. Tears welled up in my eyes but I forced them back. The anger erupted in a single fluid motion. I kicked forward, fully outstretching my leg, hitting him fully in the chest. The zombie let out a groan as it fell back, off the edge of the building. I stayed my ground. I had no plan to watch the man fall to his doom. Then there was a sickening thud. Crunches and an odd slurp like noise. Finally taking my first glance down into the street, I finally noticed the smoke. It wasn’t there the first two days and yet here it was in full force. I didn’t take it as much and looked down at the zombie’s final resting place. It was a sight that I wouldn’t wish on my mortal enemy. A sick feeling developed in my stomach and the blood rushed away from my face. But I had no time to try and recover. The fools down below had noticed their friend had died and that he came from above. They managed to put one and one together and they filed into the building. Thinking quickly, I looked all around the building. To my left was a close building, only a small gap between the building I stood on and the other. Good thing this city is packed in so tight. To my advantage, I had spent most of my school time at the track and I quickly cleared the gap. Landing on my ankle, my face twisted in pain. I was certain that it had twisted. Groans came and I spent the rest of that day laying there. I wasn’t sure what happened to the zombies that came after me, but I could take a good guess. The night was full of the sickening thuds. It seems the zombies couldn’t register when there was no land beneath their feet.
That fourth night was the beginning of all the odd things. I found myself laying face first in gravel, whining and moaning about my wound. I simply could not get myself to move. Even when I heard the footsteps coming towards me. Odd chatter could be heard, I simply closed my eyes and cowered in fear. I could feel their presence over me. A large group of men. They seemed to be alive. They spoke in tongues and codes. I had no idea what was going on around me. Then, I lost consciousness. I’ll never get used to that feeling…
WOAH DANG. NEW STORY?! YEAH. NEW FIXED STYLE?! YEAH. WEWTSAUCE. NAET IS BACK AND HE IS WRITING. A LOT. 8D HE RULES LIKE YOU FOOLS DON’T EVEN KNOW DAWG. YOU DON’T EVEN KNOWWWW.
… Sorry about that… That scared me too… D:
HM. VERNE TROYER HAS A SMALL WANG.
Sorry. I think I have toure-
APPLECHEEZITPEN-NO!
D: Sorry guys. This isn’t cool at all.
I just am bored, and I do not have much to talk about.
OH! MY PODCAST. Dur.
I have started a podcast with Oscar and Kennith which is either a project that will last or is already dead, I’m not sure. It’s a gaming podcast that covers most of the bases of gaming while trying to provide entertainment at the same time. We try our best… well not really. Reviews that took little thought and moments of awkward silence are bound to be around.Tha’s what we’re good at. You can find it on iTunes or at switchpod.com. The podcast is calledz, Candy Coated Death Gaming. It’s a weird title I know, we just took one of our old jokes and put it into the title. There isn’t much of a set time for doing the podcasts. No weekly, monthly or anything. Just whenever we feel like it. Some outside forces have prevented us from doing any in the recent weeks but hopefully we’ll get back on it soon.
Nownow. Since I am back, I expect that you guys will all get along. And, I expect more people reading? : D? Please? D: … Fine. I see how it is. I’ll just be writing to myself again. Psh. I don’t need fans. Who needs fans? Not Naet, that’s for sure. 8D … Guys…? D: I miss you guys… D:
Snowy and windy. That’s how the odd day began. The day full of tears, anger and confusion. Lucky for me, the only goddamn thing I felt was confusion and a bit of sadness I guess. The only reason I was thrown into this goddamn situation was because someone in the office called in sick and I was thrown into the case. Damned John and his damned cold. Anyways, the case came from the chief himself. He came into my office and told me all about it. I still remember his goddamn phony TV-host voice, it annoyed the hell out of me. “This Caulfield family called in. Said their son came home and trashed the place and left. Go find out what happened. You never know. A raise might be on the horizon.” I knew there was no raise on the horizon and I knew that his voice didn’t match the magnitude of the situation he had just tossed at me. So, I headed out to my car after waving at the dozens of phony assholes in the office. They truly disgust me. Waving their badges around like they are some kind of big deal when all we are is glorified babysitters. I mean honestly, all the work that we get is helping old ladies and saving cats. Nothing interesting. It’s all nice and dandy sometimes but it gets goddamn boring most of the time. This case sounded like it would be much of the same. A idiotic teen comes home and rips apart a home. Why? Probably something stupid. Drunk teen comes home and gets in trouble? Likely. But goddamn cliché. If only it was something like a nutcase coming home and finding out he’s being sent to military school. That would be the day.
I pulled into the driveway of the house that the chief told me to. It looked like hell. The door was on its goddamn hinges, the windows were broken, and even the goddamn garden was destroyed. I stepped out of the car pretty cautiously, almost as if the kid was still around. I even scanned the area, just to make sure. Then this amazingly phony woman ran out of the door. She was weeping like hell. If she wasn’t weeping like that and was a bit younger, she might have been quite a knockout, but right then? Not so much. She started screaming at me about the kid. She was crying so goddamn much it was hard to understand. But I caught most of it. She said the kid was a psycho, that he had just got out of the coo coo house when he came home to find out that his brother was in the hospital. Dying. Damn. I felt for the kid. The woman then went on and on about the brother. She said his name was D.B and that he was a writer in Hollywood. She talked about how good of a kid he was and all. To be honest, this wasn’t helping me one bit and it bored me. “Uhm. Ma’am. Focus please. What exactly happened?” Her sobs stopped and she suddenly spoke pretty clearly. It’s things like that that make me think people are phony. When they are going crazy one minute and are perfectly fine the next minute. That annoys the hell out of me. Anyways, she started to explain it all. They had expected the kid, Holden, and were all in the living room. Small family. Mother, father and daughter. Daughter’s name was Phoebe. She was supposedly close to Holden. They said that Holden had come in with a smile on his face, (she said that that was rare for him), and they all felt that he was definitely better. That the mental institute had helped. They made little talk and had a little moment as a whole family. But then they told him about D.B. They had to and… he flipped out. Ripped the damned place apart, all the while screaming about the usual stuff. “Why not me?!” and all that. “He continued on like this for about 10 minutes and then he just stopped. After he had killed my petunias… he stopped.” She spoke softly, almost like she was some phony psychic. Channeling the spirits and all that. “He came back in… and handed Phoebe a letter. And then he just left…” She wiped at her eyes with a little handkerchief. “Ma’am. May I see the letter?” She nodded and slipped back into the house. She took her damned time. I glanced down at my small I.D. The name Nathan Hermanson was rubbed out so it was something more like, “N han He ma son”. My sullen face stared back up at me. Finally the phony mother came back. This time she had brought a girl with her. Phoebe. She looked terrible. Her eyes had huge bags under them and her clothes were dirty as hell. She had obviously been crying. The two of them said nothing and Phoebe held out her hand. A paper. I grabbed hold of it and peered down at it. A scrawl of letters were seen upon the paper. Water spots blurred some of the words but it was legible. Seems that Holden was crying when he wrote the damn letter.
Dear Phoeb:
I’m sorry Phoeb. I can’t be around you guys like this. I’m a goddamn mess. I know I’m not like anyone else. I’m a nutcase. I can’t be fixed Phoeb. The docs here can’t do anything. They let me out cause I was a lost cause. I don’t know what to do Phoeb. D.B called. He told me all about being shot down in Hollywood… I told him that Hollywood was no good for him. Anyways, anything I might do when I come home… it’s all to give me a reason to leave. Forever. I’m gonna find some cliff Phoeb… I’m gonna catch those kids. That’s all I have going for me…everything else has gone wrong. Everything has gone damned wrong! Allie’s gone, D.B’s leaving and I’m losing my mind. Just… stay the same Phoeb. Live. Don’t go nuts. Make Mom and Dad proud. I couldn’t but you can. Phoeb. Just… stay a kid as long as you can. Growing up is damned hard.
Sincerely,
Holden Caulfield
I stared down at the letter, amazed. “Ma’am. I’ll take some stuff back with me and we’ll keep in contact. We’ll find your son. I promise you.” The daughter and mother were too busy crying to care anymore. I had changed from the damned fool that I usually am, to the professional police officer that I’m supposed to be. Before leaving, I waited with the family until the clean-up crew came. They all were pretty shaken up and I couldn’t learn much more from them. Once the crew came, I drove straight back to the offices. Everything seemed different. The phony assholes were all quiet and weren’t in anyway assholes. The Chief didn’t criticize me. And the queerest of all, I felt sad. I sat at my desk. Holden… he’s just like me… he wrote just like me… and look where he’s gone… My thoughts were broken up by a phone ringing. “Hello? Oh hey. Hm?” It was the cleanup crew. They had found Holden. Sadly enough… there was no one around to catch him. He was gone. And I could end up the same.
I seriously am doing terrible. D: I don’t even get where I am with all of this. D: This isn’t going well. D: I need to get back in this. I feel badz. D: I am definitely in trouble for this. xD As in, punishment trouble. All after I figure out what’s going on of course. Hehe.
So. I think this is supposed to be Sunday’s post… and I still have to write Monday’s…
NOW. ANOTHER STORY! THIS ONE IS BY CLAUDIA. : D
Once up on a time, there was this queen that was a total bitch, and no one liked her. She yelled at everyone to bring her food. Telling them they were worthless people only alive to cook and bring her dinner. The queen ate and ate and ate. She was a fat ass, her life as a queen was based on eating anything she can get her hands on. Some people could have sworn they’ve seen her eat her own young ones because she was so hungry one day.
Then the people of her kingdom decided to do something about it and made a plan. They bought and cooked for her all the food that she had ever wished for. Getting her bigger and bigger, nice and plump like a big juicy tomato. months and months passed by. They fed her freshly made pies, scrumptious cakes, and dishes with the smell of such scrumptious food that would make your mouth water the instant you smelled them.
Finally, the day came when she was so big she didn’t fit in hallways, or could walk though a door. So she would just lay in bed and have her servants take her her food to her room.
The servants all got together with the people in the queens kingdom and when into the queens gigantic room in her castle and slaughtered the queen.
That night they baked the fat queens body in a gigantic oven laid down with a apple in her mouth like a cooked pig. They ate and they ate until there was only bones left. They danced the night away and then went home. On their way out of the castle the Kingdom people highfived the servants for their great successful plan and they lived happily ever after. The End. :]
Too busy. Dad’s birthday, friends coming over, constantly running around. Now. Time to get all of this out of the way so I can mope. And be in pain… stupid arm. ANYWAYS. Soo much I had to do this weekend so far. Projects to do. Family having birthdays.
BUT ALAS. I still have a committment.
Gawd. I think I have a moving tumor guys. A pain started early this morning in my left leg. As the day progressed, it left my leg and went up to me left arm. I had been out of the house this whole time. I finally get home and the pain is in my right arm. But everything else is fine. My right arm is just dead. D: Not cool at all. D:
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Lance Voltaire. He’s an odd kid. Always has been. I don’t know what’s wrong with that kid. They say he came from a war-torn country. “But hey. I don’t judge.” The man speaking stood behing a bar counter. He was speaking to a group of raggedy old drunks. “Yeahyeah. No-one’s talked to him. Frankly. I don’t want to.” Just then, the ‘kid’ they spoke of entered the bar. “That’s a nice way to talk about a new guest.” He spoke with a grin. His fluffy greyed hair was windblown and his blackened eyes scanned the bar. “Just the usual drunks then?” Voltaire was obviously cocky. He made his way over to the bar in an almost glide. On his way over, he had made passes at the various waitresses and some young women in the bar. Each of them gave him a glare of pure hate, but he still wore a smirk on his face when he reached the bar. “Your strongest.” The bartender rose his eyebrows in surprise. “Aren’t you just a kid?” “If being twenty is a kid, then what are you… a senior?” The drunks all laughed in unison. The bartender nodded slowly, sarcastically laughing. “Rightright. So the strongest I have hm?” He held up a hand and disappeared under the counter. Lance tried to peer over the counter and right when he did, the bartended popped up with a keg in hand. The keg had warnings all over it. “My strongest…” He nodded with a devious smile upon his face. Lance stared long and hard at the keg. It was icy and the room’s temperature had it smoking. He examined it well. With a shrug, Lance pulled the keg over, ripped off the entire top part of the keg with his hands and chugged the drink down. The neon green liquid spilt onto the floor and onto his clothes. Some people within the bar had turned to see what the commotion was about and by the time he had downed the entire keg, everyone had turned their way. A hush had grown over the people and whispers broke out when Lance slammed the keg back onto the counter. “5 guys died… when they took a sip…” “I guess… he truly is what the stories say…” “Poes…” “Is it really… him…?” Lance gave a nod to the various people speaking. “Yeahyeah. I am the kid you all think is fake. I am Lance Voltaire. I am the Poe Killer. I guess I’m glad that you all believe me now.” He gave a bow and turned back to the bartender who was stuck in a state of shock. “Another keg good sir.” The smirk had never left Lance’s face. “I’m thirsty.”
That was terribly written. And I mean terribly. I guess that is what you get from me at 2 in the morning. BDawbdiawhdoiaw. I will finish this tomorrow, while I eat my cereal. I definitely need to get punished for all of this.
PERSONA 3 IMPRESSIONS
Persona 3 is a JRPG that plays pretty well. It follows a group of teens with a special ability to awaken a spirit inside of them called Persona. They are a force that fight for the person. They are activated by using a special item called the Evoker that is shaped like a gun. You basically shoot yourself in the head and the Persona will come out and attack. It’s a pretty cool concept. The game starts out with a pretty well animated anime-like scene (don’t know if there is a term for such a scene) and it shows a kid on train headed to some new place and blahblah and people in coffins blahblah. Creepy weird new place blahblah. Chick with gun… but then it’s all safe. Confusing story and I dun want to explain… xD Just know that it’s pretty good. There are many aspects to the game that are very cool. Half of the game is story based gameplay and the other half is fun messing around. By fun messing around I mean, the ability to date, hang out with friends and mess around at the city’s mall. You can do this during the day time of the game and if you choose any of these activities and then after you are done with any of these things, you return to the dorm where you live with the other teens that have the Persona and have the choice to sleep, study, play an MMO (not really play it but it increases some stat) and go to Tartarus. Tartarus is this hub for the baddies. It is only around during the Dark Hour, which is an hour after midnight in which all people without Persona are thrown into coffins and Shadows roam the streets and shiz. Shadows are the baddies. Tartartus is a large tower that replaces the school during the Dark Hour and you must journey into it, exploring each floor. This is where the game takes on the feel of a dungeon crawler. Each floor has different attributes. Dead-ends, treasures, Shadows, portals that you can use to head back to the bottom floor and stairs that lead to the next floor are around on each floor. You can fully explore each floor and destroy each enemy. (This game has the feature where the enemies are visible and if you bump into them a fight will commence. So you can avoid them and blah.) Or you can just zoom through a floor, collecting treasure, avoiding enemies and head to the next floor. I like the feel of this whole dung- er… Tower craw- er… Climbing, it is well done. The battles are fast paced and fun to play through. The battle system is cliche and unique at the same time. You can fight when ready but if you miss the enemy or are taken off guard, you lose a turn of attacking. It’s fun and easy to get into.
Persona 3 is a really fun game and is one of the better RPG’s I have played in a while. I would pick it up if I were you, expect a full review soon. : D
Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian Initial Review
Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian was a much darker predecessor to the first movie. Much more fights and angsty teen preformances are all around in this movie. Almost following the lead that Harry Potter started, Narnia follows the four kids as they muck around in their times, missing Narnia. A horn is blown and the Narnian Quartet are sucked back into the world. They have to save Narnia once more! Without spoiling too much, I will explain a bit. Prince Caspian is the should-be King but once a son is born in the family, they no longer need Caspian and the royalties look to kill him. Caspian escapes, blows the horn when he is followed but is saved by some furry animals. Our heroes are thrown onto some beach and are filled in on how Narnia has degraded. They join forces with Caspian to try and stop the humans in Narnia from destroying what Narnia was supposed to be. It was a good entertaining movie and I felt it was just as good as the first. This one obviously took a turn for the average movie goer though with the violent fights and teen romance. Heh. I would recommend it though.
Jonathan Coulton Thing a Week One Review
JoCo’s Thing a Week project was simple. Write a song for each week, for a year. Some would believe that it would start out strong and fizzle out as it strung on but he only seemed to get better as the Weeks went on. Thing a Week One features a wide range. A perfect cover, a few mixes of soundclips, full original songs and songs done by a computer! Comedy is definitely around here. A song features multiple soundclips from President Bush and is mixed so it seems like Bush is insulting himself. He should be. But yeah, good song, as are most of the other songs in this album. Baby Got Back is covered here and is slowed down to a snail’s pace. It is turned from the fast hip hop song that it is to a slow acoustic ballad. I love the way he changed it. Really well done. All in all, Thing a Week One is a great introduction to the Thing a Week Project.
