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| "Project L.E.T.D.O.W.N." Finale - Part 1 |
| 07.31.04 (7:36 pm) [edit] |
Here we go! The beginning of the end!
"The Framing of Roy"
"Alright. Mr. Kaskade...please open your luggage and step back," Mike spoke smoothly, watching the stocky Jorge Kaskade open his luggage slowly. The suitcase laid open as Mike sifted through it, pulling out various articles of clothing but noticing nothing out of the ordinary, except for one thing, "You have an extra pair of pants...why is that?" Kaskade looked somewhat surprised when a murmur ERUPTED from the others. Mike instantly turned to the source of the voice of Ken Myomoto.
"I knew you did it! You bastard!" Mike saw Ken pointing at Roy, who was against the wall, shocked and looking at a bloodied shite shirt. Mike ran over and examined the shirt. Sure enough, it was blood. It was unmistakeable that the shirt that belonged to Roy was the shirt that was worn by the killer. The group continued whispering as Mike interrupted them.
"Yes...the evidence sure seems to point to Roy. Except for a few things...number one...this is his cruise...number two...don't you think it's a bit stupid of him not to dispose of this piece of evidence? I can tell you he's the smartest of us here...he doesn't seem to be the type who would beat a man's head into the ground...or leave evidence like this." Mike looked around, "However. It is likely he's the culprit. But I will continue my investigation."
"Why?! All the damn evidence you need is right fucking there in his bag!" Ken spoke, rather boldly. Mike quickly turned towards him, his eyes staring deeply into him.
"Why are you so outspoken? This looks like Roy's been framed to me, and you're just standing out of the crowd. Isn't their a Japanese saying...uh...the nail that sticks up gets hit in the head?" Mike laughed as Ken punched him in the face.
"What would you know? I didn't fucking do it, why would I?" Ken spoke, turning away from Mike and facing the wall.
"Why really would anyone here do it? And what would anyone gain from killing Adam and Julie?" Mike rubbed his chin, "Still as twisted..." A servant came up to the door.
"Excuse me, but dinner is ready for those who will be eating." Mike looked around at the others.
"Everyone's eating except me..." Mike looked around, "Go on." Mike watched as everyone, even the still shocked and trembling Roy left. Mike sat down in a chair in the corner of the room after emptying it of all the luggage and looked at the scene. He got up and picked up the Bible, flipping through it. He examined the pages carefully, his mind looking deeply into it's contents, its every written word. The Bible fell to the ground as Mike ran out of the room towards the dining room, bursting through the door and causing the group to hastily turn.
"LETDOWN!!! LETDOWN IS THE MOTIVE!!! THAT'S IT CONFESS!!!" Mike screamed, looking at the six, all of whom were shocked. Ken stood up.
"Fine! You want a damn confession, you have it right here!" He slammed the table, causing his bowl of soup to spill on the white tablecloth. Mike smircked. He knew it.
Later: "Ken's Confession"
Make your guess! Here we go!
Later,
Rast
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| "Project L.E.T.D.O.W.N." Wrap up. FINALE SHALL APPEAR TODAY FOR SURE! |
| 07.31.04 (1:43 pm) [edit] |
Also, I'm sorry I haven't posted the finale or anything these last few days. Marching band started up yesterday and my Internet Explorer has been stupid. I apologize for the lack of my comments on any of your blogs, as well. I will attempt to catch up, but I don't know how far I'll get. Sorry again.
This is a one blog post of all that's happened on "Project L.E.T.D.O.W.N." I have decided that the next post will be the finale of this mystery, and will be possibly the longest post after this I've ever posted. Thank you all for your comments and such, it's been a pleasure writing, and I'll try and make more!
Alright, new short story idea that's a bit of a mystery story.
Mike Mclaren was something of a legend in this modern day and age. Going by the title of an "information collector", he was a master crime solver with a knack for finding the smallest of clues and pinpoint the culprit. And in this world of despair and angst, Mike Mclaren's place in the world was a shadowed blessing. After all, The Company controlled the world now and Mike's little clues always led back to The Company, giving them more cause to instruct the World Committee to overthrow them and put in a new government. He was something of a legal outlaw, a bandit with a sheriff's badge, so to speak. He had never failed in solving a crime. . .
Mike arrived on the scene at approximately 7:24 AM. He stood, facing the dark, blood stained floor and looked over at the nine people gathered at the doorway.
"Well now. . .we have four hours before this ship reaches shore and the authorities. . .one of us had to have murdered Mr. Gerrad. . and I plan on finding out who." Mike's green eyes coarsed over the figures, searching for a possible motive. The events of the day circled through his brown hair-covered head. . .
He had been invited on a cruise to Australia by The Company, a failed attempt at getting Mike to stop his work and leave them alone. Their had been ten other Company employees onboard, as long as the crew. The voyage had gone fairly smooth, until the lights had gone out and one of the employees ended up dead. Still four hours away from any authorities, Mike had taken the initiative to solve the crime himself.
THE VICTIM
John Gerrad - A nineteen-year-old man with a brain of massive intelligence. The creator of the Lock Chip (the foolproof security system used in nearly everything), he had gained billions of dollars and was very powerful in The Company. Motives for killing him must have been personal, since no one on the voyage would benefit from his will.
ThE sCeNe
There was a huge pool of blood, drawing from Gerrad's head. Apparently the man's head had been slammed into the ground until the skull shattered and neck broke. No doubt a gruesome killing and a horrible way to die.
----THE SUSPECTS----
#1) Roy Hermings
An inspiring entrepreneur who sold himelf out to The Company for a high ranking job. The payroll for the voyage, he was one of the most powerful people in The Company. He had a lot of money, and was a real snob. He didn't seem like the type to get his hands drenched in blood.
#2) William Uret
The personal bodyguard for Gerrad, he was a strong and terrible looking man. William's left arm is permanently paralyzed due to a bullet he took for Gerrad. William's arm seems enough reason to murder Gerrad, but could he really have done in it with only his right hand? Also, where was he when the lights went out? Why wasn't he with Gerrad?
#3) Ken Myomoto
A Japanese youth who loved soccer. He was on the voyage to go to a commercial shoot for The Company. Overall he was a spoiled, arrogant brat who wouldn't even look at the scene and apparently he called a nurse to clean up the scene. Ken was apparently the first person to see the murder scene and seemed to be the prime suspect. But something was out of place. . .
#4) John Wilkins
A Brit from London, John Wilkins was an infamous Editor who totally loathed Mike. John hated The Company as well, but was well known for fraud thanks to Mike. He was also sent here to be silenced, but he could want to pay The Company back. However, he's a firm supporter of the written word and seems to detest violence.
#5. Joan Stikes
Mr. Gerrad's secretary, this young blonde was nowhere near ditzy. But who knew what secretaries did? Perhaps she had a secret to cover up. However, her skirt seemed a bit too long to be considered skimpy.
#6. Adam Gerrad
The adopted child of Mr. Gerrad, Adam was still not mentioned in the will and thus would not benefit but only lose from Gerrad's death. Overall there seemed to be no reason for Adam to hate Mr. Gerrad, and the kid (only being sixteen) seemed to be a good kid himself.
#7. Robinson William
The butler of Mr. Gerrad, most would immeadietly point the finger at him. However, Mr. William was possibly the least likely to kill Mr. Gerrad, as he was not only with me the whole day but was Mr. Gerrad's best friend. Mr. William is a nice man, and a doubtful cold blooded killer.
#8. Jorge Kaskade
The Company nobody. Not really. Kaskade was one of the behind-the-scenes black market dealers that helped The Company get where it is. Believe it or not, Mr. Gerrad was probably something close to his secretary.
#9. Susie Jenkins
Adam Gerrad's girlfriend with absolutely no reason to kill Gerrad. Mysterious figure, but a sweet girl at heart. No reason to suspect her, as she was with me when the power went out.
Mike reviewed the profiles of the suspects deep in his mind, then turned back to Gerrad's dead stiff body drenched in blood.
"He died when the power went out. . .so that would be between 5 and 7:20 this morning. . .anyone who was in this room with Mr. Gerrad between these times, please step up." Mike watched as all nine suspects stepped up. This was going to be a long case.
Mike looked at the nine who had stepped up, looking around the room.
"Alright. . .one at a time. . .I want to know where you were when the lights went out!" Mike pointed at Roy, "Well?" The cocky, black-haired young man made a little smirk and replied with that stuck up tone.
"Why would you need to know? You're not my mother, and even she wouldn't ask. . ." Roy chuckled to himself.
"Just answer the question, Mr. Hermings."
"Fine. . .I was out on the deck at the time the lights went out, so frankly I didn't even know they went out."
"Uh huh, why were you on the deck at six in the morning? Like watching sunrises?"
"No. I needed some fresh air, besides, I wanted some quiet, and that's the only time the ship is quiet."
"I see. . .alright, you can step to the left." Mike watched as Roy stepped out of the line and moved to the left hand wall, "Alright, you're next Mr. Uret. Where were you?" The gruff looking man with brown eyes took a deep breath.
"Let's see. . .I was in the kitchen when the lights first went out. Once they went out I naturally tried to find Mr. Gerrad but got lost in the darkness. . ."
"Yes. The kitchen is quite some ways from here. . .but why were you in the kitchen."
"I was thirsty."
"There's something called room service."
"Never believed in it."
"Perhaps you should."
"I'll try next time."
"Alright, step to the left, Mr. Uret," Mike's green eyes traced Uret as he moved slowly to the left wall, "Ken Myomoto, you're up next." When the young soccer ace began speaking, you couldn't even tell he was Japanese. He spoke English with more of an American accent then anyone on the ship.
"Well, you nosey bastard. . .I was looking for some flashlights, naturally. . .I came across the room during the outage and when the light came on I saw the fuckin mess. . .disgusting, really," Ken looked coldly at Mike.
"Yes. . .is that all?"
"Hai, guess so. . ." Ken moved over to the left wall as the other two had done.
"Well well well. . .Mr. Wilkins," Mike spoke with a grin across his face. He scanned Wilkin's patched up tuxedo and came across his greased back black hair and pale blue eyes, "Where were you?"
"So Wilkins, where were you?" Mike's green eyes pierced into Wilkin's soul.
"In the bathroom, why?"
"Quite a large load, don't you think?"
"Heh. I was writing, actually. In my room, at my desk. Wanna see what I wrote?"
"Not really," Mike added with a smirck, "To the left." Wilkins stepped, his polished dress shoes clacking, as he made his way to the left wall.
"Alright! Ms. Stikes, where were you?" Mike eyed her up as she spoke smoothly.
"I was in my room, fixing my hair."
"At six in the morning? Why so early?"
"Getting ready for the day, of course. . ." Joan Stikes was a smooth talker, apparently.
"Alright. . .to the left." Mike looked at Adam Gerrad, who was in tears earlier when he found out about the death, "Where were-" The power went out again, their was a ruckus, and Mike struck a match, lighting a candle. He viewed the hall and realized their were three people missing, Robinson William, Adam Gerrad, and Susie Jenkins. The power came on, and still no sight of them.
"Where'd they go. . ." Mike said, looking around. But more important to him was the reason WHY they had left. Also, why had the power gone out twice in a cruise ship like this? Unlikely. . .and at these times. . .whoever the cuplrit was, they were clever. Mike told the others to follow him in search of the missing trio. Mike stopped upon entering the Dining Hall, seeing Adam and Susie tied up together, their throats slit, and Robinson knocked out against the wall, a bloody knife in his hand.
"What the. . .Williams did it!!!" spoke Roy, the stuck up 19-year-old, "Look! It's right there in his hands!"
"Now wait just a second. I'm the brilliant one here, not you. So pipe down. . .and all of you stay right there!" Mike walked into the Dining Hall, examining Robinson, the butler, "Don't you think it's odd how he would have had to slit their throats and then end up all the way over here just to end up knocked out. . .besides. . .the way the blade is pointing on that blade, he'd have had to have slit their throats with the dull side, yet the blood is all over the sharp side. Plus, I don't think Mr. William could have had enough strength to wrangle up these two young ones and then kill them. It doesn't make sense. . .none of you were able to leave all the way over here and come back this fast. . .it was only about ten minutes. . .hmm. . ." Mike looked at Adam and Julie, bowing his head, "Why would the culprit kill them. . .makes no sense. . .how would he too. . .so far it looks like William did it. . .but why would he end up unconscious. . .and the knife. . .none of this is making sense to me. . .none. . ." Mike's eyes glazed over in thought. . .this was gonna be a tough one.
"No sense at all. . ." Mike looked at the suspects, then at the new scene, "Come on. . ." The group followed with many whispers as Mike walked through the halls back to the study, where Gerrad had been killed. Gerrad's body laid on his back, his feet pointing at the wall to the left of the only door. Mike looked at the ground. Gerrad's whole left arm was covered in blood, yet not one drop appeared to be on his left hand. This was unlikely. Someone had cleaned off Gerrad's left hand. But why? Why would somebody go to such lengths? Mike looked through the desks, searching for some sort of clue. Nothing. Wait.
Mike's green eyes stopped upon a bookshelf. Perfectly alphabitized. . .except one thing. . .an old Bible was right next to the collection of Zs. Mike didn't touch it, just turning around to the suspects.
"I want you to bring everything you brought on this cruise into this room within the next fifteen minutes." Mike examined the room as they left, reaching out and touching the Bible. He pulled it out of it's place, his fingers running over the worn, leather covering.
"Alright, set your stuff down and come over here, and watch," Mike motioned them over to the wall with the bookshelf, incidentally the same wall the now dead Gerrad laid in his own cold blood. Mike held up the Bible, "Tell me. . .in a perfectly alphabetized bookshelf, would you put the Bible, of all works, in the wrong place?" Their were a murmur among the six in the room, "Well. . .Mr. Wilkins, can you please remove the rock from its place on the bookshelf for the crowd?" Wilkins walked up and removed the rock from the bookshelf, just where the Bible had been. Their was a soft click, as a square piece of the wall flew back.
"What?! There's a trap door?!" Wilkins stepped back in shock and somewhat awe.
"Yes," Mike had a large grin across his face, "This hall now revealed leads to. . .well. . .the Dining Room!" The murmur increased amongst the six, "At first I believed there had been a scuffle, but I was wrong. . .when Mr. Gerrad had been killed, he had been killed just as he opened this door! The killer would have had to know about this door! Someone besides Mr. Gerrad! When Mr. Gerrad had opened the trap door, one of you leapt on him and murdered him before he could fight back!"
"How do you know he opened the door?" spoke Roy coldly.
"Because this Bible was in Mr. Gerrad's hand at the time of the murder! I thought it made no sense, for the left hand had been clean of blood. However, there is a small bit of fresh blood on the cover of the Bible. . .therefore the killer replaced it. I also noticed that the Bible was crooked. It was obvious that the first murder had more time to cover up. . .but the second set. . .was only ten minutes. In the power outage, the person had to reset the bible quickly before the power came on!"
"That's how Robinson got to the Dining Room!" spoke Joan shocked.
"No! How could the Bible have been put back if he was in the Dining Hall? The person who killed Adam and Susie. . .and Mr. Gerrad. . .is still in this very room." Mike looked at the six of them, all with faces of shock and disbelief. The mystery was beginning to take shape. . .but there were still some pieces missing that Mike couldn't quite see. Not yet, at least. Maybe upon inspecting the baggage of the suspects could he hope to solve this case. . .
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| "Someone's Mind" a Poem by the Rast! |
| 07.27.04 (8:19 pm) [edit] |
(((Don't forget my 1 mil tbuck contest!)))
Someone's heart
Is lost inside of mine
Confusing my own with doubled emotions.
Someone's mind
Is lost inside of mine
I can't find my way out of this false
Reality's dream.
How do you take it?
How can I break this
Mirror of fantasies?
How can I escape my thoughts
Of imagination and creativity?
I'm stuck here...
Pills calling me home...
I'm stuck here...
Drugs just coming home...
I break the chains that tie me down
And smile a good smile.
Reality is mine for the claiming,
But hell what I know is...
I like that other mind.
I like that feeling of creativity.
That thrill of the lack of reality.
But hey, what do I know?
Comment! Thanks!
*is making his Soujiro costume and is very busy...*
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| Another One of my Stories... |
| 07.27.04 (1:19 pm) [edit] |
Following the lead of some of my fellow bloggers, I felt it was my duty to present a good emotional roller coaster story as well, in a style I'm not used to writing. Sorry if this sucks, but this is my experiment into another genre...
The ire in my blood rises steadily as I pace back and forth across the grass. This feeling inside, what can it be? My blood boils over as I recall the events of the day. Emotions are a bitch, I always say. My emotions take the better of me, despite my constant persuasions to my heart to make them stop. No, I always lose the delegation's vote, I suppose. Everyday I find myself a mess of emotions unlike most of my fellow men. I being nothing short of a young man, I feel slightly disturbed with my immense sensitivity and my being prone to mood swings. [i]I have an anger problem.[/i] Yes, over time I have come to terms with that fact. [i]I must control it.[/i] I've tried, at least. In the beginning it was easier but as I moved on and the fluxuations of apparently hormones continued throbbing through my veins it grew more difficult. Erica's helped me through it, I'd have to say. But yet, I can't control it. There was once a time in my life where all I'd do is smile, and my emotions were always hidden. Still today I do that, but around those close to me my emotions lash out, hurting them. The ones I love most are most affected. But how can I control my emotions completely? Is that safe? No. It can't be. Locking everything inside is dangerous to your health, I've heard. But...if I didn't control my emotions I could harm more people. What should I do? I wonder more as I pace the backyard. Always the same tempo. Always an even tempo. Music always pounds through my mind, whether I want it to or not, I always have a song in my mind. It's become something of a pain. Not only that, but my mind is always in its own storyworld, the land of my various writings. [i]My creativity controls me.[/i] I remember what my doctor told me. [i]Write them down before they control you again.[/i] Come on Mike, you have to do it. Last time your creativity got to you, you ended up in the hospital and had almost killed your sister. I continue pacing as I hear a faint voice in the background. I ignore it and continue my pacing. Again the voice. What the hell could anyone want?! I turn to see my mother at the door. Dinner time, apparently. I breath deeply and walk inside, going into a part of reality I couldn't live without. [i]Yet...[/i] I'd rather not speak to them on some occasions. And this was one of those occassions. As normal, this would be the time they'd speak with me most. I sit at the table, watching everyone get up and get some food. I sigh to myself. I'm not hungry, as normal. I watch as my thirteen-year-old sister, Carolyne sits in the same place at the table as normal. She's the perfect one. I may have been the oldest, but she was nothing short of the perfect child. I, however, disagreed. She had always gotten straight A's...but had not only forged a signature but stolen pictures, where as I had no such record. I always got bad grades, despite my obviously highly superior intellect. She was nothing...NOTHING. She was just a loyal dog. A slave to the world called school. What a fool. Does she not know that just because she's determined to do a bunch of repetitive bullshit that she is not brilliant? She studies for tests. She gets good grades. Two days later she remembers nothing. I do not study, do not do schoolwork, max tests, and remember everything. How can she possibly think she's so brilliant? [i]I'm jealous beyond all belief, I must stop.[/i] It is my fault she's so perfect, I taught her from a young age to do her work and not follow my lead. [i]I made her who she is.[/i] I watch as my younger sister (seven years, to be exact) sits down at her normal place and begins arguing with Carolyne. I snap at the two and they both give me ugly faces, but shut up. I just sit back in my chair and wait for father to finish up getting his food. I'd rather not mess with the hypocritical moron of legends.
Tell me what you think and comment comment comment!
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| I'm too sexy for my blog...AND HERE'S SOME PICS TO PROVE IT! |
| 07.26.04 (9:25 pm) [edit] |
Here's some pictures of me (old pictures mind you) I will have more hopefully tomorrow! ^___^ Tell me what you think!
Me and my mom's friend...me balancing a glass on my sexy stomach...
Just me...looking fat??? yeah right.
My free time outside of pornography.
My room. Where the Rast goes to write. Tell me, do you notice that beautiful blade above my king size waterbed?
My doggy, Angel. She's a cutie. A long-haired minature doxen. CUTE!
Also, do not forget my funny signature contest located directly below this post.
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| BURN THE INFIDELS!!! *coughpart1cough* |
| 07.26.04 (7:02 pm) [edit] |
First off, thank you all for getting me on featured blogs in only TWO DAYS! YEAH! DAMN STRAIGHT! This week please vote for fallinangel8587(soon will have a banner in my upper right) and check out AnelyZurhcuh's blog. Ok, now on to the good stuff.
MY CONTEST
A special contest will be held till midnight on saturday that will be...*drum roll*
A hilarious line or phrase I can say at the end of everyone of my posts...something like a signature.
I will reward 1 million tbucks to the one who can do this, but I will award nothing and not have a contest unless I get ten different entries, so tell your tfriends! Just comment on one of my posts with the phrase.
On to business...
MY SLOGAN
My slogan for my featured blog was "BURN THE INFIDELS" which means...?
tBlog infidels - those who do not accept another's point of view and tends to close their eyes and get into stupid fights normally over tblurt or another messenger. Really thickheaded (not necessarily stupid) people. So what did I mean? Well...my blog will be dedicated to various opinions about various subjects...so open your eyes and prepare to give a good opinion.
PART 1: RELIGION
I, myself, am an existentualist. I'm sure a few of you know this term, and that's always good. However, I choose not to explain it (those who know will know why). Indeed, religion honestly means nothing to me. I have friends from all sorts of religion, my girlfriend in fact being catholic. SO WHAT? Some people tend to be really thickheaded and hypocritical about this certain subject, and they don't really care about other religions, only their own. So tell me, what's your religion and how do you feel about religion as a whole? Do you think religion is going to remain such a problem later on? How so?
Hope to hear your comments and contest entries,
Rast
(((Insert signature of funniness here)))
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| "Foolish Hearts" a poem by me! |
| 07.24.04 (8:01 pm) [edit] |
^___^ This is my poem to my special someone, [url=http://anelyzurhcuh.tblog.com...]Anely[/url] ! ^.~ I LOVE YOU!
"Foolish Hearts"
Foolish hearts
Know not to play by the fire,
Foolish hearts
Know better than to play with desire.
But foolish hearts
Cannot see what true love does,
What true love brings.
Foolish hearts are nothing more,
Than an empty can
With nothing in store.
Only foolish hearts keep their eyes shut
And their souls never open.
Foolish hearts,
Not like you and me,
Foolish hearts,
Something we can never be.
I've opened up my heart,
My soul to you,
Now can you please do the same,
Will you love me too?
Foolish hearts,
If only they could see.
Foolish hearts,
Definetly not you and me. . . .
THERE WE GO! Whoot for the Rast! comment and tell me what you all think!
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| VOTE FOR RAST |
| 07.24.04 (10:30 am) [edit] |
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If you haven't voted on featured blogs, please vote for Rast. Don't sweat it if you already voted...just be prepared to vote for fallinangel8587 on monday! If you haven't voted, vote for me so I can show people how things really are in this world. Next week will be Hell on the infidels! Support Rast!
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| Layout Changes! |
| 07.24.04 (7:37 am) [edit] |
DO NOT BE ALARMED: FOR THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS I WILL BE EXPERIMENTING WITH COLORS, HEADERS, AND BACKGROUNDS UNTIL I FIND THE PERFECT COLOR SCHEME AND OVERALL LAYOUT. THIS MAY TAKE A MONTH OR TWO HOURS. MY BET IS ON THE MONTH. SO I WILL STILL POST REGULARLY, JUST DO NOT BE ALARMED IF THE COLORS ARE COMPLETELY HIDEOUS. (FEEL FREE TO MENTION IT TO ME THOUGH). THANK YOU.
LATER (end caps lock),
Rast
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| More of Chapter 3! |
| 07.23.04 (12:44 pm) [edit] |
((((EMIKO'S AVVIE:
 . If anyone wants an avvie, get ahold of me somehow!))))
(continued from my beginning of my Chapter 3: "The Terror of Death is Born")
BY THE WAY. I chose this work not only because it's my most recent but because it has every element of my writing style somewhere in it. This chapter is not only going to be my longest (so far it looks like over 50, pretty good for me) but possibly the most intense. I made this chapter to completely suck people into my series and allow themselves to get lost in the depths of my imagination. Also, I'd like to tell all now that everything that I write in my book is symbolic of stuff that has happened in my life, or what I believe. In fact, every item, event, character, word even, is symbolic. ^___^ Really, this is more of a "Where's Mike?" thing. So try and find some symbols and tell me if you find some! Well here we go...right where he left the anxious Rastalin....
Rastalin calmly breathed, the brisky air from the black forest filling his lungs to the brim briefly before he exhaled in a gusty storm, "No matter what...if I move now, I can't turn back! If I pass up this opportunity to prove myself and chicken out this time, I'll never come back...plus...heh...I've already got one foot in the door..." Rastalin chuckled to himself and stretched his Demonic claws, stepping forward with his right foot and taking off into the wind at full speed, confronting his nightmare and preparing for the fight of his life.
The simply rhythm of right and left, right and left. The sound stirred the trees, which were trained to be vicious to intruders. Brances in the form of claws lashed out at the now anxious Rastalin, the branches becoming mulch in a mere moment, Rastalin's shar claws gleaming in the dim dawnlight that still found its way through the mass of leaves and the deciduous Hell. The ground level of the forest recieved so little sunlight that they resorted to being the Rudo's bodyguards; getting paid with the acidic blood of Demons, just the right amount to allow them to survive. The blood of Demons (specifically the Rudos) seemed to be a bearer to all sorts of nasty side effects, the most known being living trees. Although no real threat to Demons, these 'Demonic' trees were murderers to all sorts of weak beings not capable of holding their own against moving timber. Rastalin, naturally, found these trees nothing more than sharpening utensils for his claws. The Rudo Forest must had gotten much larger since the last time Rastalin had seen it; the army of trees seemed to go on for ages, the shortened horizon looking less and less promising. Rastalin growled in annoyance as he slashed his way through a tree trunk. The killer trees were starting to get annoying fast. Rastalin was anxious for the fight with his father-no, the Terror of Death. Rastalin's attention soon returned to the trees, his eyes trembling as he jumped into the air, over a hundred powerful tree claws crashing down at full force at where he had just left. Rastalin's body broke through the top foliage, bathing in the warm sunlight that shimmereddown below to the dark level of trees, some of them turning to ash on contact with the liquid light. Rastalin peered down into the dark void as he fellback towards the Demon tree, his claws outstretched. Rastalin pounced agily off of the ground, tearing his way through the thickline of trees with northing more than his bare claws. Shrapnels of wood flew into the air at a velocitous fury, spearing through other trees and such. Rastalin quickly stopped and turned back, facing the last line of Demon trees. A large grin crossed his face just as the trees splintered into tiny wooden pieces. Flexing his finger muscles, Rastalin walked down the path he recognized as the Center Path, hopefully leading straight to his target, Suburo Rudo the Terror of Death. Rastalin looked to side to side as hewalked, the memories of his past almost driving him insane. The path had always been darj, and in the past Rastalin had not really cared much for the path. However, in this day and age, Rastalin felt it as sickeningly evil and perfect for the forest. Rastalin continued reminiscing until he was stopped in his treadings by nothing else but a squirrel. Rastalin looked down at the fluffy, brown creature which stared up at him with warm, dark brown eyes.
"Huh...? What?!" Rastalin growled, kneeling down and poking the squirrel in the head, the squirrel still staring at him warmly, "What...what do you want?!" Rastalin's left eye twitched and he picked the squirrel up by th tail, "COME ON!!! ANSWER!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?!?!" Rastalin peered into the squirrel's eyes, his own left eye twitching heavily, Rastalin screamed in anger, setting the squirrel down gently and proceeding down the path, "I hope some horse tramples you......."
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| Four avvies down! |
| 07.22.04 (10:34 pm) [edit] |
Here's the avvie I made for Sengu, I think I'm getting the hang of things now......this is so good, I thought about getting rid of Sengu and just making a Saitou one. XD
And here's Plainclothes21's avvie. Kenshin in the background snoozin. lol.
Here's one for rinna. I experimented with some new stuff on this, and did something different ^.~ Hope ya like.
And here's one I made for Cannon. I think it fit. ^.~
BY THE WAY, IF ANYONE WANTS ME TO MAKE AN AVVIE, JUST COMMENT AND SAY SO! IF YOU NEED THE URL, JUST PM ME!
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| Part of My Book (since everyone's doing it): Chapter 3: "The Terror of Death" |
| 07.22.04 (6:52 pm) [edit] |
This is a bit from my first book. I don't expect you to understand the characters, but I just want you to know if you like my writing style and whatnot.
Rastalin grimaced as his left foot stepped into the cold, dar forest full of almost taboo memories. The tall trees appeared almost as Demonic as the inhabitants that walked calmly under the oppression of Suburo Rudo, the terrifying figure Rastalin remembered as his biological father. Suburo Rudo was nothing short of the steretypical Demon: cruel, cold, and heartless. Suburo Rudo had practically concieved and was overall the main contributor to the stereotypical comments made concerning Demons, and the forest they dwelled in was nowhere near the meagerness described in Human legend. "The Void of the Earth" was not a nickname meant to be taken lightly.
"It's been...akmot six years...that's all...yet to me...it feels like it's been a century..." Rastalin clenched his right Demonic claw tightly, feeling the many sores hiw own nails had made in his palm. Ever punch he had delivered to an enemy pushed the nails into his own flesh, ultimately affecting himself. In the end, the amazing force of his own Demonic arm caused his sharp nails to gouge his flesh and and trickle his own acidic blood to the ground. Indeed, Rastalin's strength and power had doubled-no, tripled since he had left towards the West Continent. People feared him now. Rastalin seemed to be a name most knew but never spoke; fearing Rastalin would destroy their continent as punishment. Rastalin seemed to have proved to the masses his strength, but to Rastalin, he grew unsatisified with what he considered "mediocre" strength. He needed to prove to himself that he was truly strong, and the only was was to finally pass the Trial that had marked him weak to begin with. He had to defeat the Terror of Death.
However, getting to Suburo would require immense strength and endurance; Rudo Forest was similar to an impregnable fortress full of completely armed guards, Rastalin took this into strategic consideration, but honestly thought nothing of it. Rastalin looked back down at his shrouded left foot. Rastalin had dared not step with his right foot quit yet, the fear of the past almost petrifying him in place. Rastalin's left foot felt eerily colder than the rest of him, his Demonic blood almost freezing in place.
"Deep down...a part of me doesn't want me to move...but another can't wait to prove itself!" . . . . . .
Ok, comment and tell me what you think! THANKS!
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| GRRRRNEESSSSS RAST IS ANGRY!!!! |
| 07.22.04 (10:45 am) [edit] |
For the past, what, week? I've been controlling my anger issues on behalf of my dear Erica. My anger is a huge problem, and lately I've tried to let things slide. But...just a few minutes ago I ran into an incorrigable ninnie who I could shred to pieces with my claws!!!! amesblog is said ninnie. So damned thickheaded and moronic that she believes dear [url=http://fallinangel8587.tblog....]fallinangel8587[/url] Stole ames' contest idea. I, in fact, HAD seen the contest when it had first been put up, and do know it was there before fallin's was. But I can say without a doubt that fallin did not steal said "contest idea". I, naturally, stuck up for fallin in tblurt...and that ignorant mortal fool (amesblog) had the nerve to not only call fallin a thief, totally ignore my side of things, but call all in there a bunch of liars. LIAR?! I don't lie. That is falsified evidence there. Why would I lie? I stick up for what's right and wrong, you don't NEED to lie in that department. I personally believe amesblog was just bitchy because fallin had more of a reward, and she knew the spotlight was going to leave her blog. Honestly, if it was less of a prize, I don't think she would have complained as much. What amesblog needs is either a brutal slaying or to open her eyes and apologize to fallin, if not everybody.
Thanks for hearing my rant, and fuck amesblog for getting me pissed off.
Later (GRR)
Rast
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| Rast's Riddle |
| 07.22.04 (9:37 am) [edit] |
This is a riddle I made myself 250 tBucks to the one who gets it.
Over a rainbow,
Down a hill of blue.
Still still
The wind blows.
Breaking through,
Over and possibly under.
What am I?
What do I do?
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| XD TAKE THIS QUIZ! I MADE IT! |
| 07.22.04 (8:56 am) [edit] |
XD XD XD I was bored...so yeah. This is all in fun so you can laugh a bit.
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| XD The humorous aspect of my friends |
| 07.21.04 (9:50 pm) [edit] |
This is a letter sent from my friend Gabe-san (long ago) to Linds Linds.
HERE IT IS
XD FUNNY, NE?! His handwriting is still the same, btw.
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| Abuse...how disgusting. |
| 07.21.04 (3:41 am) [edit] |
I keep hearing people (teens) talk about how their parents hurt them. I'm sure there are a few just trying to get attention, but I'm also quite sure some aren't exaggerating. I have a friend who had been abused (her and her mother, in fact) when she was only five! She's fifteen now, and her self-esteem is fucked up, yet she could only care about helping others. She's such a sweetie. :D Anyhow, I don't see how someone could harm their own child. I mean, whatever the problem is, I heavily doubt it is the child's fault. Even if it is, children are children. *sigh* I just find it utterly disgusting, this thing called abuse used by so many men and women. I don't see the point in it, personally, but hey, I wouldn't hurt someone I completely hated.
So come on people, do you think abuse is really necessary? And if you suffer from abuse or have suffered from it, I apologize for the stupidity of my fellow humans.
How do you feel about abuse?
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| New Layout! |
| 07.20.04 (10:01 pm) [edit] |
This is my new blog layout FOR NOW! I plan on changing up the background and header when I get back to Texas, cuz I don't have NEARLY the amount of pictures on this comp as I do at home.
So whatcha think so far? ^_____^ Oh yeah...here's the poem that goes with my scheme (both by me, mind you):
Laughing Amidst the Flames,
What ire it represents,
Frustration bubbling over,
Turning into happiness.
Sit well and think it over,
This anger that eats you so,
For somewhere down along the line,
This anger shalt turn to woe.
The hatred of your own heart,
Watch what you might hear,
A sample of your heart's true touch,
Might bring utter fear.
Burning from the inside,
Your heart is quite content,
I will sit right here and simply grin,
This is your punishment.
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| Mike's Breakdown of Stuff |
| 07.20.04 (7:58 pm) [edit] |
.< Here is my breakdown of races according to my five book series...I just want you all to see how gradually different my book is compared to others in the same genre. Comment please! I dropped to #32 >.< Probably due to the fact my bloggin buddies are on vacation, I don't post nearly as much, and I haven't finished my mystery.>
Demons - Really moreorless the main characters, Demons are steretypically considered horribly creatures, despite the fact that some have really nice hearts but cruel exteriors. Superior senses to all, but most are stupid.
Vampires - Not like your normal Vampires. Much more "civilized", they do not drink blood straight from a person. They have it normally shipped. Vampires live together in a community and are one of the major Elven slayers...fast speed and energy aura reading. Most are quite clever.
Elves - The least amount of characters in the book, the Elves generally live in the South Continent, a highly industrialized society. Those who live in other places are Demon Slayers, their skills with weapons unique and their ability to make weapons even more so. Good eyesight and are pretty intelligent.
Humans - These are the "weaklings" of the book. Having no extraordinary powers, these are almost disregarded. But do note that one of the main characters is half-human and that one of the strongest villains is human.
*shrugs* Kinda different...I will have the mystery finale up VERY soon! I PROMISE!
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| A Poem to Friends |
| 07.19.04 (10:34 pm) [edit] |
This type of poem is not like me...but I felt like saying thanks to all those great people who really help me be me. Without them I'd be nothing. THANKS ALL YOU GUYS (even though the majority are women...go figure). Vera I hope you forgive me sometime, I can't stand you being mad at me. Erica, I love you with all my heart and I will never get drunk again. Gabe-san, thanks for always being there for me and encouraging me to spread my creativity, bud. Linds, you always cheer me up when I'm depressed and I do the same for you, be there for me always, k? Kaycee, we haven't chatted in a while...but that's because of your surgery, I think. Hope that turns out alright...
Poem time.
"Friendship Ocean"
The wind blows over the water
Like a seasplattered crash on the beach.
Seashells by the seashore
Make perfect catch for a walk amidst the breeze.
I look out into the ocean,
And remember the past.
O! remember the past,
Those few memories we have with
Those we had but never more
Five seconds is not enough.
Sit down and think over those you loved.
A friend in Ohio
Doesn't write anymore.
A friend in New Jersey
Doesn't pick up their telephone.
What're you to do when the world lets you down?
You gotta write again.
You gotta pick up that phone.
A frustrating complex field of emotions
Sometimes gets their way.
A brick waterfall
On a shady respiration.
Forget all your future
Remember all your memories.
Angst and ire
Are nothing more than words.
Told in a story ten years later
They're the butt of many jokes.
Friends stand beside you.
Friends really care.
No matter how much you try and shake them off
They'll always be there.
Forget to write them,
They'll call your telephone.
Lose them in the tapestry of time,
Might as well let your soul go.
Don't forget about those who really care. Your friends.
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| *Rast ish sad* |
| 07.19.04 (10:22 pm) [edit] |
Rast's beautiful blog has dropped from 27 - 31 in less than 24 hours. Hash my people been revolting because my postponing the finale? Or is it because all my tBlog buddies are somewhere else? .< If you love teh Rast, then help him get back up at least to 27!!! THANKS!!!>
I will post that finale...sometime...
Later,
Rast
*ish still out of creative juice and those HEB people won't restock aisle 9 for the life of them. . .*
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| The Event of the Year! |
| 07.18.04 (6:32 pm) [edit] |
Rast is gonna have to post that mystery story finale sometime soon! When he does, I'm sure it will be great.
*is done talking in the third person*
Later.
Rast
(((I feel like commenting....)))
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| Song: "Under the Tree" |
| 07.17.04 (10:11 pm) [edit] |
*pretty slow, Sinatra style*
Maybe. . .
Baby. . .
We should give it a waltz
Instead of a two step?
Perhaps we should try it again?
Forgiving is like forgetting the memories
You gave to me.
Undoubtedly forgiving my love for you.
However I can't seem to realize the reason
I'm stuck on you.
Under the tree
We used to hold hands till the fire died
Inside our hearts we felt content
With what could never be.
Now you're gone
And my wind keeps blowing
And I can't control it
And now I'm all alone.
What am I supposed to do?
All I can do is wait for you. . .
. . .Under the tree. . .
Falling in and falling out of love
Can leave you with nasty scratches.
In your eyes I'm mesmerized by all your tender kisses.
And now I know what I'm missing,
But you know.
Somewhere out there
I'll find another like you.
Or maybe not.
The fish aren't biting,
Yet the line is taught. . .
Under the tree
We used to hold hands till the fire died
Inside our hearts we felt content
With what could never be.
Now you're gone
And my wind keeps blowing
And I can't control it
And now I'm all alone.
What am I supposed to do?
All I can do is wait for you. . .
. . .Under the tree. . .
Forgive me God for my frustration. . .
Under the tree
We made love till the night fell upon us. . .
You lay in my arms,
And I gently smile and close my eyes
And kiss your sweet lips. . .
*really slow this time, and really full of emotions*
Under the tree
We used to hold hands till the fire died
Inside our hearts we felt content
With what could never be.
Now you're gone
And my wind keeps blowing
And I can't control it
And now I'm all alone.
What am I supposed to do?
All I can do is wait for you. . .
. . .Under the tree. . .
Under the tree. . .
Under the tree. . .
Under. . .the tree. . .
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| "Project L.E.T.D.O.W.N." Review |
| 07.17.04 (10:04 am) [edit] |
This is a one blog post of all that's happened on "Project L.E.T.D.O.W.N." I have decided that the next post will be the finale of this mystery, and will be possibly the longest post after this I've ever posted. Thank you all for your comments and such, it's been a pleasure writing, and I'll try and make more!
Alright, new short story idea that's a bit of a mystery story.
Mike Mclaren was something of a legend in this modern day and age. Going by the title of an "information collector", he was a master crime solver with a knack for finding the smallest of clues and pinpoint the culprit. And in this world of despair and angst, Mike Mclaren's place in the world was a shadowed blessing. After all, The Company controlled the world now and Mike's little clues always led back to The Company, giving them more cause to instruct the World Committee to overthrow them and put in a new government. He was something of a legal outlaw, a bandit with a sheriff's badge, so to speak. He had never failed in solving a crime. . .
Mike arrived on the scene at approximately 7:24 AM. He stood, facing the dark, blood stained floor and looked over at the nine people gathered at the doorway.
"Well now. . .we have four hours before this ship reaches shore and the authorities. . .one of us had to have murdered Mr. Gerrad. . and I plan on finding out who." Mike's green eyes coarsed over the figures, searching for a possible motive. The events of the day circled through his brown hair-covered head. . .
He had been invited on a cruise to Australia by The Company, a failed attempt at getting Mike to stop his work and leave them alone. Their had been ten other Company employees onboard, as long as the crew. The voyage had gone fairly smooth, until the lights had gone out and one of the employees ended up dead. Still four hours away from any authorities, Mike had taken the initiative to solve the crime himself.
THE VICTIM
John Gerrad - A nineteen-year-old man with a brain of massive intelligence. The creator of the Lock Chip (the foolproof security system used in nearly everything), he had gained billions of dollars and was very powerful in The Company. Motives for killing him must have been personal, since no one on the voyage would benefit from his will.
ThE sCeNe
There was a huge pool of blood, drawing from Gerrad's head. Apparently the man's head had been slammed into the ground until the skull shattered and neck broke. No doubt a gruesome killing and a horrible way to die.
----THE SUSPECTS----
#1) Roy Hermings
An inspiring entrepreneur who sold himelf out to The Company for a high ranking job. The payroll for the voyage, he was one of the most powerful people in The Company. He had a lot of money, and was a real snob. He didn't seem like the type to get his hands drenched in blood.
#2) William Uret
The personal bodyguard for Gerrad, he was a strong and terrible looking man. William's left arm is permanently paralyzed due to a bullet he took for Gerrad. William's arm seems enough reason to murder Gerrad, but could he really have done in it with only his right hand? Also, where was he when the lights went out? Why wasn't he with Gerrad?
#3) Ken Myomoto
A Japanese youth who loved soccer. He was on the voyage to go to a commercial shoot for The Company. Overall he was a spoiled, arrogant brat who wouldn't even look at the scene and apparently he called a nurse to clean up the scene. Ken was apparently the first person to see the murder scene and seemed to be the prime suspect. But something was out of place. . .
#4) John Wilkins
A Brit from London, John Wilkins was an infamous Editor who totally loathed Mike. John hated The Company as well, but was well known for fraud thanks to Mike. He was also sent here to be silenced, but he could want to pay The Company back. However, he's a firm supporter of the written word and seems to detest violence.
#5. Joan Stikes
Mr. Gerrad's secretary, this young blonde was nowhere near ditzy. But who knew what secretaries did? Perhaps she had a secret to cover up. However, her skirt seemed a bit too long to be considered skimpy.
#6. Adam Gerrad
The adopted child of Mr. Gerrad, Adam was still not mentioned in the will and thus would not benefit but only lose from Gerrad's death. Overall there seemed to be no reason for Adam to hate Mr. Gerrad, and the kid (only being sixteen) seemed to be a good kid himself.
#7. Robinson William
The butler of Mr. Gerrad, most would immeadietly point the finger at him. However, Mr. William was possibly the least likely to kill Mr. Gerrad, as he was not only with me the whole day but was Mr. Gerrad's best friend. Mr. William is a nice man, and a doubtful cold blooded killer.
#8. Jorge Kaskade
The Company nobody. Not really. Kaskade was one of the behind-the-scenes black market dealers that helped The Company get where it is. Believe it or not, Mr. Gerrad was probably something close to his secretary.
#9. Susie Jenkins
Adam Gerrad's girlfriend with absolutely no reason to kill Gerrad. Mysterious figure, but a sweet girl at heart. No reason to suspect her, as she was with me when the power went out.
Mike reviewed the profiles of the suspects deep in his mind, then turned back to Gerrad's dead stiff body drenched in blood.
"He died when the power went out. . .so that would be between 5 and 7:20 this morning. . .anyone who was in this room with Mr. Gerrad between these times, please step up." Mike watched as all nine suspects stepped up. This was going to be a long case.
Mike looked at the nine who had stepped up, looking around the room.
"Alright. . .one at a time. . .I want to know where you were when the lights went out!" Mike pointed at Roy, "Well?" The cocky, black-haired young man made a little smirk and replied with that stuck up tone.
"Why would you need to know? You're not my mother, and even she wouldn't ask. . ." Roy chuckled to himself.
"Just answer the question, Mr. Hermings."
"Fine. . .I was out on the deck at the time the lights went out, so frankly I didn't even know they went out."
"Uh huh, why were you on the deck at six in the morning? Like watching sunrises?"
"No. I needed some fresh air, besides, I wanted some quiet, and that's the only time the ship is quiet."
"I see. . .alright, you can step to the left." Mike watched as Roy stepped out of the line and moved to the left hand wall, "Alright, you're next Mr. Uret. Where were you?" The gruff looking man with brown eyes took a deep breath.
"Let's see. . .I was in the kitchen when the lights first went out. Once they went out I naturally tried to find Mr. Gerrad but got lost in the darkness. . ."
"Yes. The kitchen is quite some ways from here. . .but why were you in the kitchen."
"I was thirsty."
"There's something called room service."
"Never believed in it."
"Perhaps you should."
"I'll try next time."
"Alright, step to the left, Mr. Uret," Mike's green eyes traced Uret as he moved slowly to the left wall, "Ken Myomoto, you're up next." When the young soccer ace began speaking, you couldn't even tell he was Japanese. He spoke English with more of an American accent then anyone on the ship.
"Well, you nosey bastard. . .I was looking for some flashlights, naturally. . .I came across the room during the outage and when the light came on I saw the fuckin mess. . .disgusting, really," Ken looked coldly at Mike.
"Yes. . .is that all?"
"Hai, guess so. . ." Ken moved over to the left wall as the other two had done.
"Well well well. . .Mr. Wilkins," Mike spoke with a grin across his face. He scanned Wilkin's patched up tuxedo and came across his greased back black hair and pale blue eyes, "Where were you?"
"So Wilkins, where were you?" Mike's green eyes pierced into Wilkin's soul.
"In the bathroom, why?"
"Quite a large load, don't you think?"
"Heh. I was writing, actually. In my room, at my desk. Wanna see what I wrote?"
"Not really," Mike added with a smirck, "To the left." Wilkins stepped, his polished dress shoes clacking, as he made his way to the left wall.
"Alright! Ms. Stikes, where were you?" Mike eyed her up as she spoke smoothly.
"I was in my room, fixing my hair."
"At six in the morning? Why so early?"
"Getting ready for the day, of course. . ." Joan Stikes was a smooth talker, apparently.
"Alright. . .to the left." Mike looked at Adam Gerrad, who was in tears earlier when he found out about the death, "Where were-" The power went out again, their was a ruckus, and Mike struck a match, lighting a candle. He viewed the hall and realized their were three people missing, Robinson William, Adam Gerrad, and Susie Jenkins. The power came on, and still no sight of them.
"Where'd they go. . ." Mike said, looking around. But more important to him was the reason WHY they had left. Also, why had the power gone out twice in a cruise ship like this? Unlikely. . .and at these times. . .whoever the cuplrit was, they were clever. Mike told the others to follow him in search of the missing trio. Mike stopped upon entering the Dining Hall, seeing Adam and Susie tied up together, their throats slit, and Robinson knocked out against the wall, a bloody knife in his hand.
"What the. . .Williams did it!!!" spoke Roy, the stuck up 19-year-old, "Look! It's right there in his hands!"
"Now wait just a second. I'm the brilliant one here, not you. So pipe down. . .and all of you stay right there!" Mike walked into the Dining Hall, examining Robinson, the butler, "Don't you think it's odd how he would have had to slit their throats and then end up all the way over here just to end up knocked out. . .besides. . .the way the blade is pointing on that blade, he'd have had to have slit their throats with the dull side, yet the blood is all over the sharp side. Plus, I don't think Mr. William could have had enough strength to wrangle up these two young ones and then kill them. It doesn't make sense. . .none of you were able to leave all the way over here and come back this fast. . .it was only about ten minutes. . .hmm. . ." Mike looked at Adam and Julie, bowing his head, "Why would the culprit kill them. . .makes no sense. . .how would he too. . .so far it looks like William did it. . .but why would he end up unconscious. . .and the knife. . .none of this is making sense to me. . .none. . ." Mike's eyes glazed over in thought. . .this was gonna be a tough one.
"No sense at all. . ." Mike looked at the suspects, then at the new scene, "Come on. . ." The group followed with many whispers as Mike walked through the halls back to the study, where Gerrad had been killed. Gerrad's body laid on his back, his feet pointing at the wall to the left of the only door. Mike looked at the ground. Gerrad's whole left arm was covered in blood, yet not one drop appeared to be on his left hand. This was unlikely. Someone had cleaned off Gerrad's left hand. But why? Why would somebody go to such lengths? Mike looked through the desks, searching for some sort of clue. Nothing. Wait.
Mike's green eyes stopped upon a bookshelf. Perfectly alphabitized. . .except one thing. . .an old Bible was right next to the collection of Zs. Mike didn't touch it, just turning around to the suspects.
"I want you to bring everything you brought on this cruise into this room within the next fifteen minutes." Mike examined the room as they left, reaching out and touching the Bible. He pulled it out of it's place, his fingers running over the worn, leather covering.
"Alright, set your stuff down and come over here, and watch," Mike motioned them over to the wall with the bookshelf, incidentally the same wall the now dead Gerrad laid in his own cold blood. Mike held up the Bible, "Tell me. . .in a perfectly alphabetized bookshelf, would you put the Bible, of all works, in the wrong place?" Their were a murmur among the six in the room, "Well. . .Mr. Wilkins, can you please remove the rock from its place on the bookshelf for the crowd?" Wilkins walked up and removed the rock from the bookshelf, just where the Bible had been. Their was a soft click, as a square piece of the wall flew back.
"What?! There's a trap door?!" Wilkins stepped back in shock and somewhat awe.
"Yes," Mike had a large grin across his face, "This hall now revealed leads to. . .well. . .the Dining Room!" The murmur increased amongst the six, "At first I believed there had been a scuffle, but I was wrong. . .when Mr. Gerrad had been killed, he had been killed just as he opened this door! The killer would have had to know about this door! Someone besides Mr. Gerrad! When Mr. Gerrad had opened the trap door, one of you leapt on him and murdered him before he could fight back!"
"How do you know he opened the door?" spoke Roy coldly.
"Because this Bible was in Mr. Gerrad's hand at the time of the murder! I thought it made no sense, for the left hand had been clean of blood. However, there is a small bit of fresh blood on the cover of the Bible. . .therefore the killer replaced it. I also noticed that the Bible was crooked. It was obvious that the first murder had more time to cover up. . .but the second set. . .was only ten minutes. In the power outage, the person had to reset the bible quickly before the power came on!"
"That's how Robinson got to the Dining Room!" spoke Joan shocked.
"No! How could the Bible have been put back if he was in the Dining Hall? The person who killed Adam and Susie. . .and Mr. Gerrad. . .is still in this very room." Mike looked at the six of them, all with faces of shock and disbelief. The mystery was beginning to take shape. . .but there were still some pieces missing that Mike couldn't quite see. Not yet, at least. Maybe upon inspecting the baggage of the suspects could he hope to solve this case. . .
Later (or Tomorrow): The Framing of Roy
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| 07.16.04 (12:02 pm) [edit] |
I find Mark Twain quotes most interesting. . . lol
I will post a bunch every now and then.
A banker is a fellow who lends you his umbrella when the sun is shining, but wants it back the minute it begins to rain.
Mark Twain
A lie can travel halfway around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
Mark Twain
A man cannot be comfortable without his own approval.
Mark Twain
Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more.
Mark Twain
Always do right. This will gratify some people and astonish the rest.
Mark Twain
An Englishman is a person who does things because they have been done before. An American is a person who does things because they haven't been done before.
Mark Twain
Barring that natural expression of villainy which we all have, the man looked honest enough.
Mark Twain
Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
Mark Twain
Barring that natural expression of villainy which we all have, the man looked honest enough.
Mark Twain
Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.
Mark Twain
Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear.
Mark Twain
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| Part 5: "Project L.E.T.D.O.W.N." |
| 07.15.04 (10:37 am) [edit] |
Today: The "B" in "Z"
"No sense at all. . ." Mike looked at the suspects, then at the new scene, "Come on. . ." The group followed with many whispers as Mike walked through the halls back to the study, where Gerrad had been killed. Gerrad's body laid on his back, his feet pointing at the wall to the left of the only door. Mike looked at the ground. Gerrad's whole left arm was covered in blood, yet not one drop appeared to be on his left hand. This was unlikely. Someone had cleaned off Gerrad's left hand. But why? Why would somebody go to such lengths? Mike looked through the desks, searching for some sort of clue. Nothing. Wait.
Mike's green eyes stopped upon a bookshelf. Perfectly alphabitized. . .except one thing. . .an old Bible was right next to the collection of Zs. Mike didn't touch it, just turning around to the suspects.
"I want you to bring everything you brought on this cruise into this room within the next fifteen minutes." Mike examined the room as they left, reaching out and touching the Bible. He pulled it out of it's place, his fingers running over the worn, leather covering.
"Alright, set your stuff down and come over here, and watch," Mike motioned them over to the wall with the bookshelf, incidentally the same wall the now dead Gerrad laid in his own cold blood. Mike held up the Bible, "Tell me. . .in a perfectly alphabetized bookshelf, would you put the Bible, of all works, in the wrong place?" Their were a murmur among the six in the room, "Well. . .Mr. Wilkins, can you please remove the rock from its place on the bookshelf for the crowd?" Wilkins walked up and removed the rock from the bookshelf, just where the Bible had been. Their was a soft click, as a square piece of the wall flew back.
"What?! There's a trap door?!" Wilkins stepped back in shock and somewhat awe.
"Yes," Mike had a large grin across his face, "This hall now revealed leads to. . .well. . .the Dining Room!" The murmur increased amongst the six, "At first I believed there had been a scuffle, but I was wrong. . .when Mr. Gerrad had been killed, he had been killed just as he opened this door! The killer would have had to know about this door! Someone besides Mr. Gerrad! When Mr. Gerrad had opened the trap door, one of you leapt on him and murdered him before he could fight back!"
"How do you know he opened the door?" spoke Roy coldly.
"Because this Bible was in Mr. Gerrad's hand at the time of the murder! I thought it made no sense, for the left hand had been clean of blood. However, there is a small bit of fresh blood on the cover of the Bible. . .therefore the killer replaced it. I also noticed that the Bible was crooked. It was obvious that the first murder had more time to cover up. . .but the second set. . .was only ten minutes. In the power outage, the person had to reset the bible quickly before the power came on!"
"That's how Robinson got to the Dining Room!" spoke Joan shocked.
"No! How could the Bible have been put back if he was in the Dining Hall? The person who killed Adam and Susie. . .and Mr. Gerrad. . .is still in this very room." Mike looked at the six of them, all with faces of shock and disbelief. The mystery was beginning to take shape. . .but there were still some pieces missing that Mike couldn't quite see. Not yet, at least. Maybe upon inspecting the baggage of the suspects could he hope to solve this case. . .
Later (or Tomorrow): The Framing of Roy
(((None of those Roger Rabbit jokes, don't worry.)))
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| The Funny Script: Gandalf, Me, Satan, Bush, and Hitler at a Poker Table |
| 07.14.04 (10:37 pm) [edit] |
Me: Checkmate.
Satan: Uh. . .dude. This is poker.
Me: And?
Gandalf: *whacks with stick* Fool of a Took!
Hitler: You can not checkmate! *snaps fingers, a general comes over. Hitler pulls out gun and shoots him* Whew. I forgot what mein doctor told me about stress.
Bush: However, I do believe you have a King in your hand.
Me: And as usual, you'd be wrong. Go fish.
Bush: Yes! The Ace of Spades! *pulls out cell phone* Yes. . .Military Intelligence found it!
Gandalf: *sigh* All I ever do is shoot fireworks. . .
Hitler: Damn! I will show you fireworks!
Satan: Yes. Osama isn't here, we can't have a fight yet.
Bush: Oh yeah. When's he coming?
Satan: After he picks up his food stamps.
Everyone: Oooooh.
Me: ROYAL FLUSH!
Hitler: MEIN BITCH! I SHALL SHOW YOU ROYAL FLUSH! *snaps fingers, a bunch of SS walk in with automatics*
Me: O.O:: HEY!
Satan: Jesus, Hitler, he's not a Jew.
Me: I am part Polish though.
Satan: GET DOWN!!! *Satan pushes me down as bullets hit everything in the area I was sitting* Praise the Lord I was on my toes!
Gandalf: Yes, I quite agree. . .reminded me of the Nazguls when I-
Bush: Oh shut the hell up you fag.
Gandalf: My character is not gay.
Bush: But you the hell are!
Me: Hey guys! Let's get back to the chinese checkers!
Bush: Damn Chinese!
Hitler: Stupid mother fucking Communists! BURN IN HELL!!! BURN IN HELL!!!
Satan: Hey. . .you congested my paperwork enough last World War. . .maaan. Nazis flooded my desk. They all had already sold their soul to you, so I just had to toss them. And now Bush is sending me people. Thanks man. None of them have souls either. Lost them at Guantomano, was it?
Bush: Who cares.
Gandalf: Well I do.
Bush: Shut up. As of now I'm cutting you out. Read my lips.
---Gandalf disappears---
Hitler: I should have shot him with mein '45. Homosexual fag.
Satan: Amigo, you said the same thing twice.
Hitler: I was talkin about this cigarette. It will not light, the cheap whore.
Bush: Hey! Do not talk about my wife like that!
Hitler: I wasn't. I was talking about mein mother.
Me: Oook guys. . .poker time?
Satan: Go play with my kitty cat.
Me: I am NOT touching that thing. *Hitler stands behind me with a .45 drawn*
Hitler: YES YOU WILL!!! PLAY WITH SATAN'S PUSSY LIKE GOOD JEW!!!
Bush: Anyone have some weed? I have to go make some sort of speech.
Hitler: Only scotch! YOU WILL DRINK SCOTCH!!!
Satan: Amen to that one. Booze away.
Bush: Got any pretzels?
Me: . . .
Satan: Hell yeah. Oh yes. That torture package set up for you George, well we kinda had to cut back some.
Bush: Why?
Satan: Turns out that you might not win the election. Sorry man, can't fight that war in The Vatican.
Bush: Damn, and I almost had those terrorists. They have weapons of mass destruction I fucking tell you!
Hitler: I like you. I dislike Roosevelt and Eisenhower. Very much. You are much better. 100%. You are my new general!
Bush: Took you long enough. I thought I'd have to take over Russia to do that.
Satan: Maaan those North Koreans are about to shoot this missiles. A lot of papers. . .
Bush: Who cares? *chugs thirty-fifth glass of scotch* We all know that Osama's hiding somewhere in Antartica. . .
Me: While living on welfare. . .? Yeah right.
Hitler: YOU SHUT UP!!! SCRUB THE FLOORS!!! SCRUB MY SHOES!!! SUCK MY-
*knock knock*
Hitler: I wonder who is at mein door?
*Opens door, to see several black dressed men*
Man with Russian accent: Mr. Smith. . .
Satan: Yes. I am the One!
*Satan puts on a pair of sunglasses*
Everyone: GASP!
Bush: I knew it! Satan is the weapon of mass destruction! We must fight evil!
Hitler: Increase more homeland security in Iraq?
Bush: Damn right.
Me: Oh boy. . .
Bush: And I'll make sure to mop that floor my dad pissed on when he was drink! I finally clean up after him.
Everyone: Awww. How sweet.
Me: Oooh boy. . .
Gandalf: YOU SHALL NOT PASS. This script is over, bitches.
Me: . . .where'd you come from?
Bush, in background: Damn budgeting!
.< This is MINE! If you want it, ask me! >
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| Part 4: "Project L.E.T.D.O.W.N." |
| 07.14.04 (5:23 pm) [edit] |
Now: The Tiedup Triad
"So Wilkins, where were you?" Mike's green eyes pierced into Wilkin's soul.
"In the bathroom, why?"
"Quite a large load, don't you think?"
"Heh. I was writing, actually. In my room, at my desk. Wanna see what I wrote?"
"Not really," Mike added with a smirck, "To the left." Wilkins stepped, his polished dress shoes clacking, as he made his way to the left wall.
"Alright! Ms. Stikes, where were you?" Mike eyed her up as she spoke smoothly.
"I was in my room, fixing my hair."
"At six in the morning? Why so early?"
"Getting ready for the day, of course. . ." Joan Stikes was a smooth talker, apparently.
"Alright. . .to the left." Mike looked at Adam Gerrad, who was in tears earlier when he found out about the death, "Where were-" The power went out again, their was a ruckus, and Mike struck a match, lighting a candle. He viewed the hall and realized their were three people missing, Robinson William, Adam Gerrad, and Susie Jenkins. The power came on, and still no sight of them.
"Where'd they go. . ." Mike said, looking around. But more important to him was the reason WHY they had left. Also, why had the power gone out twice in a cruise ship like this? Unlikely. . .and at these times. . .whoever the cuplrit was, they were clever. Mike told the others to follow him in search of the missing trio. Mike stopped upon entering the Dining Hall, seeing Adam and Susie tied up together, their throats slit, and Robinson knocked out against the wall, a bloody knife in his hand.
"What the. . .Williams did it!!!" spoke Roy, the stuck up 19-year-old, "Look! It's right there in his hands!"
"Now wait just a second. I'm the brilliant one here, not you. So pipe down. . .and all of you stay right there!" Mike walked into the Dining Hall, examining Robinson, the butler, "Don't you think it's odd how he would have had to slit their throats and then end up all the way over here just to end up knocked out. . .besides. . .the way the blade is pointing on that blade, he'd have had to have slit their throats with the dull side, yet the blood is all over the sharp side. Plus, I don't think Mr. William could have had enough strength to wrangle up these two young ones and then kill them. It doesn't make sense. . .none of you were able to leave all the way over here and come back this fast. . .it was only about ten minutes. . .hmm. . ." Mike looked at Adam and Julie, bowing his head, "Why would the culprit kill them. . .makes no sense. . .how would he too. . .so far it looks like William did it. . .but why would he end up unconscious. . .and the knife. . .none of this is making sense to me. . .none. . ." Mike's eyes glazed over in thought. . .this was gonna be a tough one.
Tomorrow: The "B" in "Z"
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| Rast's Fave. Poem: "When I Heard the Learned Astronomer" |
| 07.14.04 (1:51 pm) [edit] |
This explains enough about me. Pay close attention to the final line.
When I heard the learned astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wandered off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Looked up in perfect silence at the stars.
---Walt Whitman
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| Part 3: "Project L.E.T.D.O.W.N." |
| 07.14.04 (10:50 am) [edit] |
(((Note: I'm going to be running for Featured Blogs this week XD. I don't really care, but I just want to show a bunch of people up and would appreciate it if you vote for me! But if you don't, that's okay too. *shrugs* Plus, I just want more people to read more stories.)))
Today: THE ALIBI
Mike looked at the nine who had stepped up, looking around the room.
"Alright. . .one at a time. . .I want to know where you were when the lights went out!" Mike pointed at Roy, "Well?" The cocky, black-haired young man made a little smirk and replied with that stuck up tone.
"Why would you need to know? You're not my mother, and even she wouldn't ask. . ." Roy chuckled to himself.
"Just answer the question, Mr. Hermings."
"Fine. . .I was out on the deck at the time the lights went out, so frankly I didn't even know they went out."
"Uh huh, why were you on the deck at six in the morning? Like watching sunrises?"
"No. I needed some fresh air, besides, I wanted some quiet, and that's the only time the ship is quiet."
"I see. . .alright, you can step to the left." Mike watched as Roy stepped out of the line and moved to the left hand wall, "Alright, you're next Mr. Uret. Where were you?" The gruff looking man with brown eyes took a deep breath.
"Let's see. . .I was in the kitchen when the lights first went out. Once they went out I naturally tried to find Mr. Gerrad but got lost in the darkness. . ."
"Yes. The kitchen is quite some ways from here. . .but why were you in the kitchen."
"I was thirsty."
"There's something called room service."
"Never believed in it."
"Perhaps you should."
"I'll try next time."
"Alright, step to the left, Mr. Uret," Mike's green eyes traced Uret as he moved slowly to the left wall, "Ken Myomoto, you're up next." When the young soccer ace began speaking, you couldn't even tell he was Japanese. He spoke English with more of an American accent then anyone on the ship.
"Well, you nosey bastard. . .I was looking for some flashlights, naturally. . .I came across the room during the outage and when the light came on I saw the fuckin mess. . .disgusting, really," Ken looked coldly at Mike.
"Yes. . .is that all?"
"Hai, guess so. . ." Ken moved over to the left wall as the other two had done.
"Well well well. . .Mr. Wilkins," Mike spoke with a grin across his face. He scanned Wilkin's patched up tuxedo and came across his greased back black hair and pale blue eyes, "Where were you?"
Tomorrow: The Tied Up Triad
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| Part 2: "Project L.E.T.D.O.W.N." |
| 07.13.04 (8:30 pm) [edit] |
(((PSSSSTTTTT. . .tomorrow I swear I'll comment in everyone's blog, had a late night at Uncle Charlie's and just HAD to write more.)))
#5. Joan Stikes
Mr. Gerrad's secretary, this young blonde was nowhere near ditzy. But who knew what secretaries did? Perhaps she had a secret to cover up. However, her skirt seemed a bit too long to be considered skimpy.
#6. Adam Gerrad
The adopted child of Mr. Gerrad, Adam was still not mentioned in the will and thus would not benefit but only lose from Gerrad's death. Overall there seemed to be no reason for Adam to hate Mr. Gerrad, and the kid (only being sixteen) seemed to be a good kid himself.
#7. Robinson William
The butler of Mr. Gerrad, most would immeadietly point the finger at him. However, Mr. William was possibly the least likely to kill Mr. Gerrad, as he was not only with me the whole day but was Mr. Gerrad's best friend. Mr. William is a nice man, and a doubtful cold blooded killer.
#8. Jorge Kaskade
The Company nobody. Not really. Kaskade was one of the behind-the-scenes black market dealers that helped The Company get where it is. Believe it or not, Mr. Gerrad was probably something close to his secretary.
#9. Susie Jenkins
Adam Gerrad's girlfriend with absolutely no reason to kill Gerrad. Mysterious figure, but a sweet girl at heart. No reason to suspect her, as she was with me when the power went out.
Mike reviewed the profiles of the suspects deep in his mind, then turned back to Gerrad's dead stiff body drenched in blood.
"He died when the power went out. . .so that would be between 5 and 7:20 this morning. . .anyone who was in this room with Mr. Gerrad between these times, please step up." Mike watched as all nine suspects stepped up. This was going to be a long case.
Tomorrow: The Alibi
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| New Short Story: "Project: L.E.T.D.O.W.N." |
| 07.13.04 (1:13 pm) [edit] |
Alright, new short story idea that's a bit of a mystery story.
Mike Mclaren was something of a legend in this modern day and age. Going by the title of an "information collector", he was a master crime solver with a knack for finding the smallest of clues and pinpoint the culprit. And in this world of despair and angst, Mike Mclaren's place in the world was a shadowed blessing. After all, The Company controlled the world now and Mike's little clues always led back to The Company, giving them more cause to instruct the World Committee to overthrow them and put in a new government. He was something of a legal outlaw, a bandit with a sheriff's badge, so to speak. He had never failed in solving a crime. . .
Mike arrived on the scene at approximately 7:24 AM. He stood, facing the dark, blood stained floor and looked over at the nine people gathered at the doorway.
"Well now. . .we have four hours before this ship reaches shore and the authorities. . .one of us had to have murdered Mr. Gerrad. . and I plan on finding out who." Mike's green eyes coarsed over the figures, searching for a possible motive. The events of the day circled through his brown hair-covered head. . .
He had been invited on a cruise to Australia by The Company, a failed attempt at getting Mike to stop his work and leave them alone. Their had been ten other Company employees onboard, as long as the crew. The voyage had gone fairly smooth, until the lights had gone out and one of the employees ended up dead. Still four hours away from any authorities, Mike had taken the initiative to solve the crime himself.
THE VICTIM
John Gerrad - A nineteen-year-old man with a brain of massive intelligence. The creator of the Lock Chip (the foolproof security system used in nearly everything), he had gained billions of dollars and was very powerful in The Company. Motives for killing him must have been personal, since no one on the voyage would benefit from his will.
ThE sCeNe
There was a huge pool of blood, drawing from Gerrad's head. Apparently the man's head had been slammed into the ground until the skull shattered and neck broke. No doubt a gruesome killing and a horrible way to die.
[b]----THE SUSPECTS----[/b]
#1) Roy Hermings
An inspiring entrepreneur who sold himelf out to The Company for a high ranking job. The payroll for the voyage, he was one of the most powerful people in The Company. He had a lot of money, and was a real snob. He didn't seem like the type to get his hands drenched in blood.
#2) William Uret
The personal bodyguard for Gerrad, he was a strong and terrible looking man. William's left arm is permanently paralyzed due to a bullet he took for Gerrad. William's arm seems enough reason to murder Gerrad, but could he really have done in it with only his right hand? Also, where was he when the lights went out? Why wasn't he with Gerrad?
#3) Ken Myomoto
A Japanese youth who loved soccer. He was on the voyage to go to a commercial shoot for The Company. Overall he was a spoiled, arrogant brat who wouldn't even look at the scene and apparently he called a nurse to clean up the scene. Ken was apparently the first person to see the murder scene and seemed to be the prime suspect. But something was out of place. . .
#4) John Wilkins
A Brit from London, John Wilkins was an infamous Editor who totally loathed Mike. John hated The Company as well, but was well known for fraud thanks to Mike. He was also sent here to be silenced, but he could want to pay The Company back. However, he's a firm supporter of the written word and seems to detest violence.
(((I'll add more later, I gotta go eat something cuz I'm hungry and Erica'll kill me if I don't eat!!!)))
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| Rast Trying to Get His Mind off Things |
| 07.13.04 (7:08 am) [edit] |
First off, I noticed that lately my subjects have been in third person. .< Boy how weird. Well I was trying to get my mind off things by doing some stupid stuff I see in other people's blogs and stuff.>THIS WAY UP
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What is your Icecream Flavour?Find out at Go QuizThank GOD I got chocolate. I'm my favorite type of ice cream. . Well that's all, I guess. It was a good cheer up, but still the reality of life sets in. I hope Erica's okay, I don't know what I'd do if something bad happened to the girl .< She's my best friend. . .this really sucks. But she'll be okay, right? I hope, even though hope means nothing, it means something to her. Anybody who believes in God, please pray for her! I even did last night! >.< I hope there is a God.>
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| Rast's Excerpt: "Chapter 3: The Terror of Death is Born" |
| 07.12.04 (11:36 am) [edit] |
This is part of what I wrote while on the train this weekend. ^___^ I think it's purty good.
Bare feet and ankles that started the flowing, ash-black toga, all almost seven feet worth to Suburo Rudo's neck, which led to his perfectly aligned head. FLowing black hair that stopped at his mid-back and eyes the colorof flickering flames finished Suburo's deadly demeanor. Suburo's sharp claws grasped the armrest of his precision carved Throne of Death. The Throne represented death itself, the carvings covering the Throne translated as "He who holds Death's Chains" in the Demonic scripture. Rastalin's blood red eyes met with Suburo's cold, yet fiery ones, and Rastalin began stepping forward as if Suburo was a magnet set to magnetize and draw the now terrified Rastalin to him.
Rastalin's freezing feet clacked against the cold, smooth stone of the Central Square, stopping approximately ten yards from the Throne of Death, peering up into the devesttingly twisted eyes of Suburo Rudo the Terror of Death.
"So this is the infamous Rastalin Rudo the Dark Blade. . ." Suburo's dark voice boomed loudly, piercing Rastalin's eardrum and engraving themselves into Rastalin's permenant memories, "I remember telling you many years ago that you were no longer a Rudo. Yet you used the name! Was it defiance or a slight bit of courage that crossed your small mind? I told you once and will tell you once more. You have no connections to the Rudo Name! YOU ARE NOT A RUDO!!!" Suburo's seemingly allpowerful voice flared slightly with anger, his fiery eyes lighting yet more ablaze by the sounds of Rastalin's laughter.
"I don't see what your problem is. After all, you are my father and the cause of all this wonderful power I have!" Rastalin laughed that arrogant laugh he loved so dearly.
"What? You think that just because you blew up a whole continent that I should consider you my kin? HA! Arrogant brat! The reason you blew up that continent and are even alive today is due to the power of Morerlin, which you stole from me! Insgnificant mortal brat, I demand you return Morerlin to me!!!" Suburo's voice and energy aura flare caused Rastalin to lose balance and fall back slightly. At first confused by the statement Suburo had made, Rastalin remembered his seventh birthday Trial, and remembered seeing Suburo with a five foot long nodachi that was almost like the Morerlin Rastalin had in his command.
"Well Morerlin left you and came to me. Seems to me she likes me better." Rastalin smircked as Suburo stood up sharply, ripping the armrests of the throne off with the strength of his arms. A flurry of Demonic energy began flaring rapidly off of Suburo, lighting various trees on fire and pushing Rastalin back several yards. Rastalin groaned softly as he felt the pain of the energy, similar to that of flaming knives. Rastalin looked back up at the terrible Suburo, who was glaring at Rastalin intently.
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| More Quizzes (((Rast ish bored))) |
| 07.12.04 (11:15 am) [edit] |
Yes, I took more quizzes because well. . .all my good friends are domo busy and I have NOTHING to do. *shrugs* Awww well.
*sigh* Go figure.
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Five
Primary Intelligence: Mental
Coping Style: Competency
Social Style: Withdrawn
Hierarchical Style: Control
Seeking control over their lives, Fives seek to increase their competency by withdrawing into their minds to gain knowledge. Fives tend to live in the mental world of ideas rather than in the outside world. They are good at creating systems, but their need to be in control makes it difficult for them to work within systems. They tend to work better outside the system than within it. At their best, Fives understand things more deeply than other people and advance science and human knowledge by sharing their insights. Stephen Hawking is an excellent example of a Five at his best. Although wheelchair-bound and almost completely paralyzed, Hawking lives in his mind, exploring the secrets of the universe.
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Yay? I'm a five?
ROFLMAO, I really liked this one, I practically wet myself during the whole thing.
Thank You! Your score is 30, the best we've had so far. However, it also means you are the personality equivalent of a prostitute.
A copy of this test has been emailed to the IRS, the FBI, the CIA and Microsoft. Based on the results you may be audited, incarcerated, recruited as a spy or awarded the entire wealth of Bill Gates, which is now $16,947,198,110,000 -- a bit lower than yesterday because he bought the Death Star.
Now go out in the world and use your personality!
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^---lmao this whole site is just horribly stupid and will cause you to wet yourself.
Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!
XD I'm such a huge dork.
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| >.> Quizzes of stuff |
| 07.12.04 (7:57 am) [edit] |
I decided to do a bunch of quizzes cuz I be bored.
Yes, you are depressed. You see things on the dark
side, yet you love being this way. Life is
depressing and its beautiful.
How Depressed Are you?
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^--- -.- Yes, that's teh true Rast for ya.
^___^;; Heh heh.
What rating is your journal?
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^--- Well now. . .
kiss on the lips - you're sweet and simple but
quite daring. you move for the kill confidently
knowing the other person wants the same thing.
What Sign of Affection Are You?
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XD XD XD
Weeell that's all for now. If you take any, be sure to tell me!
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| O.O:: Rast is freaked! This doesn't happen much!!! |
| 07.09.04 (11:58 am) [edit] |
Sometimes I stumble across little tests are generators that just freak me out. This one has. It's amazingly accurate. At least for me! I suggest you try it out!
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| "Crying in the Rain" a poem by. . .you guessed it. . .Rast |
| 07.09.04 (10:23 am) [edit] |
Brick wall need to be broken,
A sealed heart with a shattered soul,
A broken blade with split complexions,
Confused uprising with no sense of home.
Forgive and leave forgiven.
Crying in the rain,
The ever present past again does rise,
A sense of insecurities come pouring out like rain,
Running from the eyes and rolling down the cheek.
Forget and leave forgotten.
Crumbling under the weight,
The supports tip from right to left,
The plates above come crumbling down,
And you begin to cry again. . .
Fall and leave fallen.
Crying in the rain,
The ever present past again does rise,
Overflowing its bounds like a forgotten bucket,
Falling from the chin to the puddle on the ground. . .
Leave it well enough alone.
COMMENT PLZ! Thanks. I know it sucks though!
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| Another Story/Tale by Rast |
| 07.08.04 (3:16 pm) [edit] |
[u]Beyond Time Torn Asunder: The History of It's People[/u]
[i]The Tale of Cronus[/i]
Long ago, before the beginning, the Creater stepped forth in the Great Void and created the three Great Ones. There names in order of power are: Talmon(Lord of Earth), Ian(Ruler of Life), Miraya (2nd Earth Lord/ In charge of water and trees), and more, but there was one who was created later who was Cronus, the least powerful of the three masters of time. The three masters of time were in charge of everything but the present time. The other two masters of time considered Cronus to be inferior, and left him with control over the Dark Void, where Darkness is trapped, and nothing else. The other two took control of all the rest. Unsatified with just the void, he set up a plan to rule all time and control it. This was not long after the creation of humans, the Creator's failures and the least intellegent of all. Cronus, known to be the smartest of all the Creator's creation, found a way to go to the planet of the humans.
While on his stay witht the humans, he learned all magic and the skills of forging. This was the time he thought of his plot to overthrow the Timed Ones(Name for his brothers). He started by forging a most powerful blade, the Hands of Time, greatest of blades ever made at that time. Unfortunately for the Timed Ones, the masters had fallen in love with maidens on 'Earth'.
Under the disguise of a Dark Sorceror, Cronus set out to find and capture the maidens. After capturing the maidens, he held them ransom. He commanded the Timed Ones to forge a blade capable of going through time, or their maidens would be slaughtered. The Timed Ones, falling into the trickery of Cronus, thought of a way to save their maidens and all of time. They sought out for a human who was valiant enough to hold the blade, and they did. After discussing the plan, the Timed Ones put their bodies and spirit into the blade.
The valiant warrior fought the Dark Sorceror killing him (or so everbody thought), and the maiden's spirit went into the blade.
For many years after the fight, Cronus' spirit floated in the Dark Void, lost forever. But, there was a problem, in the Void, Cronus found his blade, and found the Black Hole of Time, where he found the way through time.
Although legends said only the warrior with all Guardians of Heart fulfilled could travel willingly to the End of Time, Cronus was able as well. He harvested Darkness for a long while, creating the first demons and such. soon he was ready to go back to the humans and rule all, not just time.
When he went to the humans, he found a suitable body, and became the human 'Jack'. In all times, he became something of importance. In the year 1000 A.D. he became a visier to the king of Volcano. In the year 2000 A.D. he was a C.E.O. of a very powerful company In the year 3000 A.D. he was a computer programmer and designer. He is known as the Evil during Leon's Quest, and was destroyed by Leon at the End of Time, freeing the spirits of those who lost during Cronus' strike.
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| My name tag! |
| 07.08.04 (8:25 am) [edit] |
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~*ALIEN FINGER!!*~
«†»(¯`·._)Rast(¯`·._)«†»Much Love!! Veranikka
^----THANKS TEENSNIPER!!! DOMO LOVE!!!
In appreciation I have composed a little poem for ya!
Falling from the heavens,
I catch myself on the left foot.
Right to the dime
I must find myself.
Down I go to Hell,
Look for me,
I'll find you here.
Look for me,
I'll see you here.
^___^
THANKS TEENSNIPER!!!
Later,
Rast
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| Another Story by Rast: "The Man of Legends"<---This is for the ladies and most guys. |
| 07.06.04 (3:56 pm) [edit] |
Yeah. . .I have too many story ideas, I think I'm going to make a website for all my stories and have it archived for everyone. I'll have to do that sometime. Anyhow, here's my next story idea.
"The Man of Legends"
"Geez. . .another attack by the Man of Legends," the barkeep laughed slightly, setting down the tan newspaper and began wiping down the bar, "Heh. . .that man is like a God. . .a bad one. . .but a God nonetheless. . ." The barkeep laughed, looking at a thinly-draped man who downed a shot of whiskey.
"Well ya know what I've heard?" The man laughed, "I heard the Man of Legends is really a woman. . ." the barkeep stopped wiping the table.
"Well that's an odd one. . .-"
"And that's not all. They say that this woman is a lover with Prince Watkins. . ." The man and barkeep seemed entranced with the conversation.
"Really?! This Man of Legends is the lover of the Prince and is causing all this ruckus. Why? You think she'd be hitching up with the Prince by now. . ." the barkeep quickly turned when he heard static come from the radio, with little transmissions breaking the sound.
"Attention. . .of Legends. . . .rampage. . . . .South Citadel. . . . . .Homura Knights countering opposition. . . .evacuate. . . ." The barkeep, man, and several others were startled by the transmission. The Man of Legends was on a rampage.
"Yeah yeah I know. . .hey, I'll call you later baby. Yeah yeah. Uh huh. . .love ya too, Mwah!" A person with a large trenchcoat and a brimmed hat stood in the center of the street as a group of knights surrounded, "Well hi! Er. . ." the person changed from a high-pitched voice to a deep one, "Uuuh. . .howdy!" the person looked from side to side at the knights, "Geez. . .uh. . .you guys sure dress up for the occassion!" The person laughed at the shiny plate-armored knights. All white. Every spec except for one knight, who had a red pin attached to his helmet.
"We've got you now!!! Just turn yourself in!!!" the red-pinned knight spoke coldly, "Now that I've got my Homura Knights on you, you're doomed!"
"Well. . .uh. . .I can't exactly turn myself in. . ." the person stretched two gloved hands.
"THEN DIE!!!" The armored knights attacked the surrounded, trenchcoat-covered person, who agily jumped into the air, landed behind a group and began punching left, right, etc. A knight fell with a clack as an uppercut hit him hard. Kidney shots really hurt, and many fell from stomach punches. The trenchcoat person stood in the center of the group of now fallen and unconscious/groaning with pain knights. The red pinned knight glared at his fallen comrades, charging at the person with sword drawn, slashing at the trenchcoat.
"HEEEEY NOW!!!" The trenchcoat person quickly covered an exposed slashmark. The re-pinned knight stared.
"O.O:: Wha. . .was that. . .was that. . .um. . ." the knight looked at the trenchcoat person, "Those were boobs I saw. . .you're a frickin woman!!! A WOMAN JUST KICKED MY SOLDIER'S ASS!!!" The trenchcoat person looked from side to side and laughed slightly, taking off the hat to reveal long brown hair and pretty green eyes. She smiled slightly.
"Hey, what's wrong with women kicking a little ass every now and then. . .?" The trenchcoat woman walked over and kicked the knight in the crotch, the knight quickly falling over. A cellphone rang, and the woman reached a gloved hand into her trenchcoat pocket and answered it.
"OH you don't say. . .the Man of Legends is on a rampage. . .? I better get out of here. . .I heard that guy can kick serious ass. . .thanks for warning me babe. . . . . . . "
^__^ It's another one of my crazy continue stories. .
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| Rast's Random Rant of the Week ((LATE AGAIN, SRY)): Sexuality and Abortion |
| 07.06.04 (10:52 am) [edit] |
Well, last night I got the idea while in the shower (not like tha, you sickos), and I figured I should discuss my views on sexuality and abortion, two very big topics nowadays in politics. Gay marriage, abortion, blah blah. But yeah, here's my rant!
SEXUALITY
Ok, there are a whole LOT of people out there who have a problem with gays or bisexuals. Plainly, if you ask me (a straight guy, mind you), they have human rights too. I mean, people #1 can not control their feelings, and #2 have the right to love whatever whoever they need too. Plus, it's not immoral, if you ask me. What's wrong with gays and bisexuals? It's not like incest, it's just feelings they have for the same sex, nothing really wrong with that. Some people (usually guys) have this huge fear of other guys giving them compliments and stuff. Honestly, if a guy gave me a compliment, I'd feel better than if a girl were to give me one. Then again I don't get many compliments from guys to begin with :). I know I'd give a compliment to a guy if I felt like it was needed. *shrugs* And plus, what I'm sick of is people judging the people just because they like the same sex. PLEASE. I have a gay friend, and this guy is totally awesome and is a really cool guy. I have tons of bisexual friends, and nothing's wrong with them anyway. So for you stupid bastards out there who have a problem with those that like the same sex: Open your shallow eyes up a bit. Don't judge those by what they feel, but what they truly are deep down.
Abortion
Ok, I'm going to plain up say it: It's murder and I am completely against it. A life is a life. But, in a sense I wouldn't ban it because I also believe stuff like this is up to the mother of the baby. But I'm weird and I contradict myself. But, I mean. . .if we would charge a man for killing a two day old baby, why can't we charge someone for abortions??? Makes no sense to me, but that's the world. . .
Rast the Thinker: Rant complete, and leave your comments on what you feel about these subjects. :wink: Don't be afraid.
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| The Baghdad Project: Trust me, anyone interested in the war in Iraq should find this of interest. |
| 07.05.04 (5:30 pm) [edit] |
:D I haven't talked to many people on the net about this project, mainly because I had totally forgotten about it due to the end of school. But anyway, this project was done by my Humanities class! Here's how it worked! We started out with briefings by General Chiarelli and other 1st Calv hotshots about what most consider to be the toughest part of the whole mission in Iraq: Rebuilding Baghdad. We had three meetings with these guys, and then they deployed. We learned a lot of stuff about what the 1st Calv will be doing in Iraq, which happens to be more reconstruction than anything (probably no news to anybody). But the project wasn't over after the Calv delpoyed! We took part in three video conferences with the General, one where there were three Iraqi high school students, all at 1st Calv Headquarters. I'll tell you, if you think they're any different than teens in America, I can almost tell you they're not. They in fact enjoy playing playstation as much as me . (((These were actually wealthy Iraqi students, sadly enough. . .I was hoping we'd talk to some less fortunates :cry: ))). They, in fact, love what we're doing in Baghdad, but do not like how we're doing it. They want us to continue reconstruction, but at the same time they believe they were safer before the war. And, let's face it, it was true. Sure, with Suddam you'd have killing and opression, but they could walk outside during the day and not have to worry about being killed. It's weird when you think about it, but these are only kids, they still want to have their fun.
But yeah, I personally got to ask two very nifty questions to the kids and one to Chiarelli himself, and it was quite some fun. Fun as the project was, it still left me with a feeling deep down that this world is a beautiful one, but also a cruel one. Since then, my view on the war is a haze. I don't hate it, because it is helping a lot of people for the long run, but I also don't like it because a lot of people are getting involved in something that some could consider not to even be our problem.
But now onto something else, the graduations down here:
A huge teleconference from here to Iraq for those parents currently in the war. Nifty, huh? ^___^ Let's say I got to play in front of people across the world . I feel special.
Yeah, weird, huh? And I'm not lying.
Leave comments on what you think, and later!
Rast
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| Quiz Results >.> |
| 07.05.04 (5:06 pm) [edit] |
XD I took my quiz on quizilla, and the results were very pleasing to me.
Samurai - Foreign warrior who forges their soul by
improving swordsmanship. Uses skill that 'Draw
Out' the spirit of the sword.
What Final Fantasy Tactics job suits you best?
brought to you by Quizilla
XD XD XD I'm like my favorite Kenshin-sama!!! YAY!!!
Take the quiz if you have nothing better to do and tell me your results!
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| "The Black Book of Men" - Another Story by Rast |
| 07.05.04 (3:37 pm) [edit] |
Yeah, this is actually going to fit in with my Darker than the Darkest Darkness series, somehow. Here I go. . .
[i]"The Black Book of Men. . ."
A Diary and Account of the "Black War" by Fewn Lockett
"The Start of a Journal: Entry 1"
Time passes like sand through a twisted hourglass, eventually plummeting towards the end of eternity and life's alternating winds. Demons cover the lands of God, swarming like a colony of ants to a dead cockroach. The Human race itself feigns from it's glory as many wars divide us into hundreds of nation-villages. A few strong Men once ruled over a vast colony of Humans, strong and almost invincible armies protecting these vast populations. However, Demons themselves, with no real strategy or brains, managed to get in between tiny cracks in the firm foundations of governments and tore them apart. Struggling from civil wars and they're own personal disputes, I must say that my position in the world may be the death of me. Fighters and Nobles on all sides come to me, seeking my advice. Scholar or not, I have no want to be in such a war that will end in someone's complete despair. I must say that I sense the start of a war much larger than those civil and personal disputes we as Humans have now. The immunity of Humans is waining, and in not more than a week I fear another enemy outside of the race of Humans will take advantage of this. . . . .the night sets upon the horizon and the curtains of the sun are drawing shut. I must find my rest, my ease is only in my dreams.
"Entry 2: Third from Tuesday's Morn"
In my making of this journal, I overlooked my schedule. . .it's been not more than a week since my first and only entry. I am ashamed to say that my estimations may actually be correct. I was sitting in the library today, looking up the history of monarchy when the General of the Reds approached me fully armed and dressed. Apparently he needed my strategic advice on a certain matter. When I denied his request, he punched the table in ire and spoke of what the strategy concerned. Apparently there was a large of group of Demons marching the Reds' Fortress not but two horizons south of here. Yes, it seems that the war will begin. By my assumptions, I'd have to say that as I write the war has begun in the south, the Demon army either breaking their way through the walls or passing through their keep. Sadly, the civil wars means that no Human army will come to the aid of one another. If the Demons are smart, they'll take out those of stronger influence first. I'd hate to say it, but it looks like we as Humans are approaching their end, and the beginning of a [b][u]black war[/u][/b]. . . [/i]
I'll post some more up later if anybody is interested!
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| ::::NEW HEADER:::: |
| 07.05.04 (2:49 pm) [edit] |
Yeah, I made another header. lol, what else is new? Plus I'm bored and I don't feel like playing FFT. . .
Everybody please comment somewhere so I have something to do and so I can post in your blogs!
Thanks,
Rast
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| :::NEW MUSIC::: |
| 07.03.04 (4:59 pm) [edit] |
^___^ I put up a new tune, the first person who names the title AND the composer will get 25 tbucks!!
Later,
Rast
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| Quiz: I MADE IT!!! ON QUIZILLA!!! |
| 07.02.04 (4:38 pm) [edit] |
I made it, please take it, it's got piccies!
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Rast's Avatars! =D All Made by Me!
ONLY A SMALL BIT! I'll put more up later!
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