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<p><a href="http://nlcobb.blogspot.com">Author's Blog</a></p><p> <a href="http://iarstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default">RSS</a></p>Najelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03529650047480022627noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023279372386725537.post-68138819016344925472010-02-08T21:54:00.000-08:002010-02-08T21:56:19.985-08:00U-hopping Adventure: Secret Son<blockquote><i><span style="font-size: small;">Author's Notes: Sorry for the late post. There was a mini crisis at work, but now, crisis adverted and on to some more baby snatching adventures. . At any rate, some notes about this story. This story takes place long before our current heroes were ever thought of. For this U-hopping segment, I decide to go way back to the beginning with Vincent, the ultimate evil and villain in the current It's All Relative storyline. (definitely a candidate for the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XtATGzpTOFk">Evil Baby Orphanage</a>, even if he is fictional). I feel really guilty for not being able to write a web fiction so this idea prompted a series of short vignettes about our characters, with the first being Vincent Akukami. So I hope you enjoy this post and if you want more U-hopping action go to the Strange Little Band LJ community and join and read all the <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/strangelilband/tag/uhopping">baby stealing craziness</a> (and read SLB and all the other contributing authors work, you will not be disappointed).</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">Now without further adieu, I present "Secret Son" also X-posted to my personal blog. </span></i><br />
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<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Secret Son</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> The carriage ride from Idriova castle to Hirotaka's was pretty uneventful. The countryside was beautiful, but she had already seen it when she came to Idriova castle nearly a year ago to "seek refuge from the world" as her father put it. Everyone in their little town knew that she had been kicked out for being seventeen getting knocked up. It wasn't her fault, but she heard the mumblings and murmurings of the city folk. She had asked for it. She got what was coming to her. </span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Now Hirotaka wanted to see his son and Iracine couldn't deny him, lest she be beheaded or hung. </span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Vincent yanked the strands of her black hair and whined for her to continue bouncing him on her knee. She had been doing for the past hour. Before then she was rocking him, and before that she was tickling him, and before that she was singing to him. She knees were killing her, he was quite heavy for a nine month old, but every time she'd stop for just a moment, he'd start protesting. She already several scratches and bite marks from his fits.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> "You're spoiling him, Ira," her lover, Oliver, said. "Don't give him the power."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Iracine chuckled at the thought of having a power struggle with a baby, but she knew Oliver was right. She couldn't bare to see her son in discomfort though. He was just a baby, but he was a cursed wolf and life was would be difficult. She could afford to indulge her son for just a little while longer. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> "This is a good workout," Iracine said. "If I can keep this up, I can have this baby bulge under control in a few hours time." </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Oliver sighed and stretched out his arms. "Come to me, Vincent." </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> The child looked confused and gave an apprehensive whine. "Come on, Vincent. Go to Rem." The child, thankfully went to Oliver and Iracine sighed with relief. She looked at the pair; Oliver with his brown hair and blue eyes and Vincent with his snow white hair and lime green eyes. Oliver certainly wasn't obligated to be in Vincent's life, but she hoped that he would be regardless. Oliver was more of a father to Vincent than Hirotaka was. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Iracine wondered why Hirotaka suddenly wanted to see Vincent. Was it a publicity move? She heard that Hirotaka's wife was unable to produce a male heir, maybe he wanted some way of showing that it wasn't his fault. His seventeen year old mistress was able to have a son, aside from the white hair, freaky green eyes, and dangerously sharp teeth, a perfectly healthy son. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> "Mr. Remmington, Ms. Andwendyl, we have arrived at your destination," the driver said. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Oliver spoke up. "Thank you... er..."</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> "Anderson." Iracine filled in. Oliver's face was bright red. Iracine turned to face Hirotaka's castle. It appeared to jut out from the earth like a black blemish.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Iracine took a deep breath. She felt Oliver slip his hand into hers, while carrying Vincent with his other arm. Together they walked towards the castle.</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> * * *</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> Hirotaka saw Iracine from the window and narrowed his eyes. She was with another man and that man was holding a child that was clearly not his. Hirotaka knewthat was his son he could tell from the boy's white hair--maybe the only thing they shared. Hirotaka sent his wife out to be pampered for the day, she had been so depressed with the last miscarriage and all. He honestly didn't care about that, but that was the story he would tell the press if they ever asked. He needed her out of the way so he could talk to Iracine, the woman that should have been his wife, the mother of his son. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> "Is that him?" a woman said from the shadows. "Do you even know the boy's name?" </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> "Does it matter? You'll have him soon enough," Hirotaka said to the woman. </span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="display: block; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">T</span>he magical world of Atheria is unraveling at the seams as more and more creatures disrupt the essential balance. Amidst the chaos, a young exile promises change and freedom, but at what price?<br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">D</span>espite the midterms, finals, club meetings, parties, classes, and everything the average college student has to deal with, this group of ragtag college students is not ready for their lives to change. When the conflict starts hitting closer to home, our heroes will be tossed into a battle between good and evil where the sides are not so clearly defined.<br />
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</blockquote></div><b><span style="font-size: small;">What the heck is going on? </span></b><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's All Relative is undergoing an extensive editing process and moving sites for ease of use. There was nothing wrong with the old site, but they don't have pre-scheduled posting which meant that I spent way too long posting the story and not enough time writing. I moved the story to blogspot because of the easy HTML and CSS customization and automatic posting. However, I hit the halfway mark of twenty episodes. Ten episodes give 10 weeks of weekly updates. In December, we may even get the chance to have two or three updates a week. We'll see how it goes. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">And while you're reading...</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'll be writing in<a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/222901"> <span style="color: red;">NaNoWriMo</span></a>. Yes, I am technically "cheating" because I'm not working on a new project. However, NaNoWriMo is just the thing I need to get even more motivated and hopefully get to a point where the story can be closer to finished. 50,000 words in a month, that's a little bit less than an episode a day, but now that the first round of midterms is nearly over, I'll have more time to write and stuff. If you're doing NaNoWriMo too, then feel free to <a href="http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/222901" style="color: red;">add me</a><span style="color: red;"> </span>and keep up with my progress! </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-size: small;">Please bear with me. I just want to finish the first draft for the first time in its entirety. You can help me by pointing out errors, but those errors will probably not be fixed until the first draft is finished. Minor things like typos and grammatical errors will be fixed, but if there is some glaring mistakes like plot or something, then that will have to wait. I doubt there will be anything that bad, but all major edits will be completed after the first draft. If all goes according to plan, that draft may be completed by the end of the year. <br />
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font-weight: bold;">About the Story:</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><big><span style="color: rgb(147, 17, 213);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">What genre would you classify this story as? </span></span><span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">It's All Relative(IAR) is a contemporary fantasy. I used to say that it was inspired by manga and anime and in its conception, IAR heavily relied on the tropes used in these mediums. Now that I've grown up a bit, I think IAR has strayed a bit from that. The only thing that it has retained is the character designs, which is probably just a homage or shout-out to the medium that inspired me to write the story.</span><br /><br /></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(147, 17, 213);">Didn't you get that idea from "XYZ" anime/cartoon show/book...etc...etc...?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Yes, I'm aware of this. Some of these influences are obvious and others are not. I'm not going to lie and say that everything is original, because I'm aware that it's not. My main priority is just getting this novel written because it's never been fully realized in it's entirety. I think the story, however unoriginal people may think it is, deserves to be told. I've resigned to the fact that no matter how original<span style="font-style: italic;"> I </span>think something is, someone is always going to find something in the story that reminds them of something else.<br /></span><br /></span></span><span><span style="font-weight: bold;color:darkviolet;" ><span style="color: rgb(147, 17, 213);">Where are you going with this story?</span><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:black;" >Where ever it decides to takes me. I have a loosely written plot written on my computer, but I'm not following it religiously. I'm not following it because I don't want to stress out over not having the plot going where I want it to go. I know it'll get there eventually. If I stick strictly to the plot, the story and my writing will suffer because I didn't realize the characters to their full potentials. IAR is an ever changing entity with new plot twists and developments occurring everyday. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. </span></span></span></big><span style="font-size:100%;"><span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="color: rgb(180, 27, 213); font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br /></span></p> <div><br /></div> <h2 style="text-align: left;">About the Characters:<br /></h2> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align: left; display: block;"><span><big><span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(180, 27, 213); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(147, 17, 213);">Why are the characters Japanese?<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(180, 27, 213);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(2, 0, 3);"><span style="font-size:100%;">No one in this fantasy world is of any one specific ethnicity. The concept of race and ethnicity isn't the same in Atheria as it is the Western world. For the record, most of the characters aren't specifically any type of race, even though they may have attributes of one specific race or many races. </span><span style="color: rgb(148, 24, 188);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(15, 1, 20);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(147, 17, 213); font-weight: bold;">So, why do they have Japanese names? </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Most of these names just sound Japanese. Some of the names have meaning, others were just filler names that just stuck. If an editor or someone wants me to change the names, I will (not without a fight though), but as it stands I'm not inclined to change them at the moment. Sorry if it bothers you. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(147, 17, 213); font-weight: bold;">But some of these names don't even make sense in any language?</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Some names are merely anagrams of other names, some of them with vowels tagged on at the end. I wasn't very creative with names back in 10th grade, but the names just kind of stuck.<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></big></span></div> <div> <hr style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt auto; background-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); color: rgb(119, 119, 119); height: 1px; text-align: center; width: 100%;"> </div> <h2 style="text-align: left;"><blockquote></blockquote><br /></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;">About Web Fiction:<br /></h2> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align: left; display: block;"><span><big><span><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(180, 27, 213);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(2, 0, 3);"><span style="color: rgb(161, 4, 218); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >What advice do you have for anyone starting up their own web serial?</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Don't take anything said about your story personal. When someone does say something negative about you or your story, (or a thinly veiled attack on your through your story), just ignore it and keep writing. I've spent countless hours going back and forth about everything that wasn't about the story. I don't know what it is about the internet, but some people turn into vicious crazy people. Recognize these people and stay away from them or at the very least (if you can't stay away), don't get sucked up into the drama.<br /><br />Everything I learned about posting stories online, I learned through trial and error. I still have a lot to learn, but I think I've come a long way since 2007, when the older version of IAR was posted online. Don't burn bridges with any betas you have and make sure to find a critique group that suits your needs. Try to have a buffer of at least 6 updates (depending on how often you update). Also, if you feel the need to edit, don't do a major overhaul (unless your willing to put aside a few months for this), just go back and fix the minor things such as grammar, spelling, continuity and consistency, and the like. If you are doing a web serial, try to keep the story moving forward and try no to go back and fix anything in the past. If you read more, your writing will get better and if you keep moving forward people will notice the gradual shift. (Although if your beginning is lacking a hook, I would suggest fixing the beginning at some point, but not stalling your forward progress which is why it's important to have a buffer).<br /><br />One thing I hold true in my writing: Write like you're the greatest writer in the world and edit like you're the worst.<br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >About the Author:<br /></span><br />I am a 4th year Psychology major in Southern California. I work as a teacher for autistic children. Some of my former jobs include Mad Scientist, Teacher's Aide, Telemarketer, Hospital Intern/Volunteer. You can contact me at sorakainomori at gmail dot com.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></big></span></div>Najelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03529650047480022627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023279372386725537.post-36516390516405360092001-07-08T22:42:00.000-07:002009-07-09T18:09:46.565-07:00Cast<object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,28,0" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" width="640" height="500"><param name="base" value="http://static.wix.com"><param name="movie" value="http://static.wix.com/client/app.swf"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="FlashVars" value="pageId=4tfln_tw57E-a&embedFormat=normal&embedID=z6zoH6VNr0KPt8W96EIkZO4suqUZ3i7iCfDJs0;AKtTQ8yGeN6A;cUZHoJRYsP9Fa&partner_id=WMGs4POB1ko-a"><param name="scale" value="noScale"><param name="salign" value="tl"><embed src="http://static.wix.com/client/app.swf" quality="high" flashvars="pageId=4tfln_tw57E-a&embedFormat=normal&embedID=z6zoH6VNr0KPt8W96EIkZO4suqUZ3i7iCfDJs0;AKtTQ8yGeN6A;cUZHoJRYsP9Fa&partner_id=WMGs4POB1ko-a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" base="http://static.wix.com" scale="noscale" salign="tl" width="640" height="500"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.wix.com/?embedID=z6zoH6VNr0KPt8W96EIkZO4suqUZ3i7iCfDJs0;AKtTQ8yGeN6A;cUZHoJRYsP9Fa"><b>Free website</b></a> - <a href="http://www.wix.com/?embedID=z6zoH6VNr0KPt8W96EIkZO4suqUZ3i7iCfDJs0;AKtTQ8yGeN6A;cUZHoJRYsP9Fa"><b>Wix.com</b></a>Najelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03529650047480022627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023279372386725537.post-7689242678146713782001-07-08T03:32:00.000-07:002009-09-05T21:25:16.130-07:00Breaking Asahi<big>Author: Oh gosh, I hope this last part isn't a story of epic failure. I hope my fans are happy with this outcome. *types away on laptop*<br /><br /> <br /> Sora was getting married tomorrow to the ultra super love of her life, Asahi. She was so happy she could finally marry the person that she loved the most in her life.<br /> Asahi had bought her the most expensive car he could find because her old geo storm finally broke down. He bought her everything she ever desired. Now she had to tell Ryo and Asahi's parents. She was kso scared that they would overreacted, but she loved Asahi so much that she didn't care.<br /> "Mom, Dad, Sora and I are getting married," Asahi told his parents.<br /> "Oh we know. We've known for quite some time," Asahi's mother said.<br /> "How did you know?"<br /> "It's only natural for the two main characters to get married at the end," his mother said.<br /> "And maybe Sora here will pop out a few freakishly unnatural babies that will be extra special. I'd love to have some grandchildren," Asahi's dad said. "Unless you're already pregnant... that's why you're having this shotgun wedding."<br /> "Oh no," Sora said with a blush. She always blushed, even though people couldn't probably tell. "I'm not pregnant, but I bet in a couple months time I will be."<br /> "Yeah, it's only natural that we'd have a honeymoon baby," Asahi said, his skin glistening and sparkling in the intense heat of the brightest sun.<br /> "Alright, I approve," Asahi's father said.<br /> "Yay! Let us get married without haste!" Asahi said.<br /><br /> The wedding was beautiful and the decorations were expensive and probably put everyone involved into debt. Then again they were rich and had everything at their disposal, as such the main character should have since they are the best people in the world and deserve a life that can't possiblyk go wrong.<br /> "Do you Asahi MacLaine take Sora Kainomori to be your lawfully wedded wife, through sickness and health, for richer and poorer, for happy and sad, for life and death and everything inbetween. From peas and carrots, from ashes to dust, for as long as you both shall live?"<br /> Asahi hesitated and looked at Sora. "I do." Sora did the same.<br /> "I do."<br /> "With the power invested in me by the state of California and my parole officer, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now get jiggy with it."<br /> The reception was equally as white as the wedding. The planner thought to emphasis white, though white was only reserved for respectable women.<br /> Everyone congratulated Sora and Asahi on their big day.<br /> "May I cut in?" said a voice. Sora gasped. <br /> "Takun."<br /> They danced.<br /> "So when's your honeymoon?"<br /> "Soon, why?"<br /> "I don't want you having sex with Asahi, it's bad for your health."<br /> "And having sex with you wouldn't be? It's none of your business."<br /> "It is my business cuz I'm making it my business."<br /> "That doesn't even make sense. You're an idiot. Shut up!"<br /> "Someone get this fool out of our wedding!" Asahi yelled. A bunch of people pulled Takun away.<br /> "I'll kill you!" Takun yelled as if Sora's sex life was his main priority.<br /><br /><br /> Sora forgot everything that happened at her wedding since most bad things are always forgotten by the main character anyway. She and Asahi went to some special secret island off the coast of some special secret place.<br /> "I don't want to have sex with you," Asahi said. "I might hurt you really bad."<br /> "It's alright, I can take it. I won't remember anything anyway and it won't hurt. I'll just be really bruised."<br /> "Are you sure?" <br /> "Asahi, I'm your wife, it's your duty to please my booty."<br /> And then they made love.<br /> <br /> Sora woke up in the morning and was covered in bruises. She also was covered in broken pillows and feathers.<br /> "Look at what happened. You're hurt now and I'm going to be all emo and nearly ruin our honeymoon with my emo-ness."<br /> "It's alright. Practice makes perfect."<br /> "Wow, I never thought of it that way."<br /> And then they made love again and everything faded away into the blackest darkest night while the moon hung overhead in a milky white cream sphere that hung in the darkest black night.<br /><br /><br /> Two hours later, Sora was really hungry. Then she realized that she was pregnant. There was no explanation for it. She just was, even though it was impossible to have a griffin/phoenix mate with a fox/wolf. It didn't make sense, but the author said that her words were "misconstrued" and all was well.<br /> Asahi was freaked out and said to get rid of the monster demon child, but Sora refused because the story would be incredibly short if they took the easy way out.<br /> So five minutes later, Sora gave birth to a baby girl that they named Takaqui Kiyoli after their parents because it was tradition that all main characters name their children after other people.<br /> Takun called the girl "Canoli" because it was easier to say than the abomination of a name that was <s>Renee</s>... uh... Takaqui. Sora got really mad and attacked Takun because he named their daughter after an italian pastry!!!!!!!!!! Takun imprinted on Canoli, but was taken away by the police because he was now a pedophile and had to register as a sex offender. But he didn't care because Canoli would be full grown in three days.<br /><br /> Sora and Asahi lived forever as <s>vamp</s>...uh... animari.<br /> "I love you so much, Asahi," Sora said. "Despite everything that's happened between us. The fact that my ex-boyfriend is in love with our two month old freak daughter is irrelevant when it comes to being with you."<br /> "I love you too."<br /> It was quiet. Sora thought of all the memories that they shared.<br /> "Wanna have sex now?" Asahi asked.<br /> "Always and forever."<br /> They shared their little bit of happiness forever and forever.<br /><br /> Por Fin<br /><br />Author: I think I may have written the greatest story ever!</big>Najelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03529650047480022627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023279372386725537.post-52461709798013348282001-07-08T03:31:00.000-07:002009-09-05T21:25:16.130-07:00Twilight Mania<big>*A little deer is wandering through the forest. Something is chasing it.*<br /><br />Sora: I never gave any thought as to how I was going to die.<br /><br />*Someone is still chasing the deer. They are getting closer.*<br /><br />Sora: If had to die, I would die for someone I loved.<br /><br />*The deer is almost caught, but the chaser runs into a tree and tumbles down a hill*<br /><br />Chaser: Shit! Who put that tree there?<br /><br /> *End Scene*<br /><br />Sora: I moved from sunny Hirukaze city to gloomy Aoikin City. They were only minutes apart but the weather was from a different world. I hate the wet. It makes my hair frizz. (shows Sora's once straight hair has gone into a puffy soaked afro)<br /><br />Sora: I hated all my friends.<br /><br />Arashi & Usagi: Hi Sora! You're the best person ever.<br /><br />*Walks by them* Sora: (blandly) Whatever.<br /><br />Sora: I hated being with my cousin Ryo.<br /><br />Ryo: You know you didn't have to move here. You could have stayed at the mansion.<br /><br />Sora: But I had to make the ultimate sacrifice, so that they could be happy.<br /><br />Ryo: (falsely) You know that's really noble and unselfish of you.<br /><br />Sora: I know.<br /><br />(Narration)Sora: One day, I was sitting in the cafeteria...<br /><br />*Sora is sitting in the cafeteria with Arashi and Usagi who are chatting and Taiyo is reading an unnamed book with two hands and an apple on the cover. She laughs randomly.*<br /><br />Taiyo: Sparkles? Oh shit, how lame can it get....<br /><br />*Suddenly, Takun walks by.*<br /><br />Sora: Wow... who is that?<br /><br />Arashi: That's Takun Kuroshiro. He's like the hottest guy on campus and he doesn't talk to anybody at all and most certainly doesn't date any of the girls here.<br /><br />Sora: Is he gay?<br /><br />Usagi: No, he's mysterious.<br /><br />*Takun sits at the table and stares at Sora*<br /><br />Sora: (tries to look away) What is he looking at?<br /><br />Arashi: (points down)<br /><br />Sora: (covers up cleavage) Eww, what a perv!<br /><br />Usagi: Not that! (points to a piece of cake on Sora's plate) Chocolate cake.<br /><br />Arashi: I think Takun's wants a piece of your chocolate cake too... if you get what I mean.<br /><br />*Takun looks away*<br /><br />(Narration) Sora: After lunch, we had a class together.<br /><br />Sora: Why do you keep looking at me?<br /><br />Takun: You didn't share any of your cake.<br /><br />Sora: Why should I share cake with you? I don't even know you.<br /><br />Takun: You don't want to know me. In fact, I shouldn't even be talking to you right now. We shouldn't even be seen together.<br /><br />Sora: Okay. Then you can leave.<br /><br />Takun: But I can't.<br /><br />Sora: Why not?<br /><br />Takun: Class isn't over yet.<br /><br />(Narration) Sora: I knew there was something wrong... with him.<br /><br />*Sora slips and falls on some ice.*<br /><br />Car Driver: Move, bitch, get out the way, get out the way!<br /><br />*Car comes towards her*<br /><br />Sora: Oh no!<br /><br />*gets hit by car*<br /><br />Sora: Shit!? What the fuck, man? (looks at Takun) You were supposed to save me.<br /><br />Takun: (eating chocolate cake) OMG, this is the best cake in the world.<br /><br />Sora: What is the matter with you?<br /><br />Takun: What? I'm eating cake.<br /><br />Sora: You were supposed to save me.<br /><br />Takun: What? Where does that say that at?<br /><br />Sora: (takes out script) Right here. On page 39, Takun saves Sora with god-like speed.<br /><br />Usagi: You're breaking the fourth wall!!!<br /><br />*Sora slips and falls on the ground again*<br /><br />Car Driver: Move, bitch! Get out the way, get out the way!<br /><br />Sora: Oh no!<br /><br />*gets hit by car*<br /><br />Takun: (runs half way across the parking lot before running out of breath) Oh shit... sweet mother of Jesus... (collapses on hands and knees) Phew! That was a fast car... like the fastest car in the world.<br /><br />Sora: (from under the car) Oh please, it was going like 2 miles per hour.<br /><br />Takun: (ignores Sora) Sweet mother... can I get some oxygen or something. (passes out)<br /><br />(narration) Sora: It didn't take me long before I figured out what he was.<br /><br />*Sora goes on google and looks at itsallrelative.weebly.com*<br /><br />*Sora and Takun are in the forest somewhere*<br /><br />Sora: (to Takun) I know what you are. You're impossibly slow. And stupid. Your hair is pale white and these ice cubes you got me are ice cold.<br /><br />Takun: Say it! Out loud.<br /><br />Sora: (dramatically) You're an idiot.<br /><br />Takun: Are you afraid?<br /><br />Sora: No.<br /><br />*Takun tries to pull a tree from the ground*<br /><br />Takun: Damn, what's wrong with this tree? Stupid piece of crap. *gives up and pulls a few weeds from the ground instead* You should be afraid of me. I'm a monster. I'm the world's greatest predator.<br /><br />Sora: I'm not afraid. You won't kill me.<br /><br />Takun: I will. (jumps into the light; nothing happens) What the... I'm suppose to sparkle.<br /><br />Author: Uh... sorry, we didn't have enough money in the budget for that scene, but go ahead and shoot it anyway.<br /><br />Takun: Uh... okay. (jumps into the light)<br /><br />Authors 1-4 (anyone remember these guys): Sparkle! Sparkle! Sparkle! Sparkle!<br /><br />Takun: (over the authors singing sparkle) This is the skin of a killer.<br /><br />Sora: It's beautiful.<br /><br />Takun: (flamboyantly) I know isn't it? This shade of foundation is called vampire mcsparkly pants from bare minerals. Normally, I'm more of a almond bisque or a downtown tropical brown, but I feel that this new shade brings out my inner creepiness.<br /><br />*they stare at each other for an insanely long time*<br /><br />Takun: And so the lion/wolf fell in love with the fox/wolf.<br /><br />Sora: What a stupid fox/wolf.<br /><br />Takun: What a sick masochistic lion/wolf.<br /><br />Usagi: What freakish looking babies!<br /><br />(narration) Sora: There were three things that I knew about Takun Kuroshiro. The first was that he was an idiot. The second... he was after my chocolate cake... which he already ate, so I guess this isn't number two anymore. Okay... the new second thing was that he was an idiot. The third thing was that I was irrevelantly and inexplicably in love with him... I think...<br /><br />*Sora wakes up and see Takun sitting on her dresser*<br /><br />Sora: What are you doing here?<br /><br />Takun: I'm watching you sleep. It's kind of fascinating.<br /><br />TV reporter: Have you ever seen "Dateline: To catch a predator"<br /><br />Takun: I've seen it a couple times...oh ho ho, I'm on that show right now, huh?<br /><br />*police swarm in and hand cuff him*<br /><br />Takun: Look, I'm on TV. *gets carried away*<br /><br /><br />*the next day, Sora and Takun get out of his car*<br /><br />Arashi: OH MY GAWD!!!!<br /><br />Usagi and Taiyo: What?<br /><br />Arashi: It's David Cook. *runs away past Sora and Takun and towards Da Void*<br /><br />Takun: I should take you to meet my family.<br /><br />*they go to his house. Takun takes Sora to his bedroom*<br /><br />Sora: A bed?<br /><br />Takun: Were you expecting anything less?<br /><br />Sora: Why do you need a bed? You don't sleep.<br /><br />Takun: You don't need to sleep to have a bed... if you catch my drift.<br /><br />Sora: *shakes head* I'm not afraid of you.<br /><br />Takun: You shouldn't have said that. *carefully opens window, (after learning from that youtube parody), pulls Sora onto his back and promptly runs into another tree*<br /><br />(from the bottom of forest floor) Sora: You're a regular old Tarzan, aren't you?<br /><br />Takun: Shut up!<br /><br />*they go inside*<br /><br />Sirod: Oh... Takun brought home a snack.<br /><br />*Author whispers something in Sirod's ear*<br /><br />Sirod: What? Really? You mean we don't eat her? *more whispering* Vegetarian? What does that even mean? *more whispering* We only drink animal blood... aren't we technically animals?<br /><br />*Everyones eyes turn to Sora, then to each other*<br /><br />Sasuke: (chuckles nervously) Anyone for a game of dodgeball?<br /><br />*Everyone is on the dodgeball circle. Lightning strikes and cheesy music plays*<br /><br />Vincent: *gets hit in the head with the ball* Hmmm... that hurt.<br /><br />Sasuke: Oh Sorry. We could use more players.<br /><br />Lili: I'm the one with a mean curveball. *throws ball and hits Sora in the face*<br /><br />*Sora's nose starts bleeding*<br /><br />Vincent: Oh you brought a snack.<br /><br />*Sasuke throws the ball at Vincent's face and they make a run for it.*<br /><br />Takun: You have to get away from here. The hunt is his obsession.<br /><br />*Everyone stops*<br /><br />Sirod: Obsession.<br /><br />Lili: By Calvin Klein.<br /><br />Sora: Wear it.<br /><br />*Continues*<br /><br />Sora: Fine, I'll betray everyone who ever loved me and run away with you. (to Ryo) I hate you I'm leaving.<br /><br />Ryo: Fine, bitch leave!<br /><br />Sora: (to Takun) I told him the same thing his ex-wife told him before she left.<br /><br />*Somehow they end up in Hirukaze in a weird place with a bunch of mirrors*<br /><br />Vincent: Oh, you found me. Wonderful. Your prize... getting eaten by me.<br /><br />Sora: That sounds weird.<br /><br />Vincent: You're right. It didn't sound that weird when I was thinking about it. I mean, that's literally what I'm going to do to you, but I couldn't think of any euphemisms for eating someone.<br /><br />Sora: Your prize... an all I can eat buffet... of you.<br /><br />Vincent: LOL. That's kinda good. I'm going to go with that one. *evil voice* Your prize an all I can eat buffet of you. That stills sounds weird.<br /><br />Takun: Not if I can help it.<br /><br />Sora: Takun!<br /><br />*Takun and Vincent start fighting. Vincent bites Sora's arm.*<br /><br />Vincent: Mmm, tastes like chicken.<br /><br />Sora: I did have some KFC the other day.<br /><br />Vincent: That makes sense! *bites more*<br /><br />*Somehow Takun overpowers Vincent through the power of teenage love and angst.*<br /><br />Sirod: I'm going to enjoy this. *breaks Vincent's neck and everyone burns him alive*<br /><br />Sora: (strained) Oh no. I'm dying.<br /><br />Sasuke: (to Takun) You have to do something! Suck out the venom or something.<br /><br />Takun: *bites Sora's wrist*<br /><br />Sasuke: Okay... you can stop now! Stop! Hell-o, stop sucking her blood.<br /><br />*Fade to black*<br /><br />Sora: Where am I?<br /><br />Ryo: In the hospital, bitch. They said you fell down four flights of stairs, flew out an eight story window and landed in a dumpster filled with stale Chinese food.<br /><br />Sora: Oh... *sees Takun 'sleeping' in the corner*<br /><br />Takun: You're finally awake.<br /><br />Sora: What happened?<br /><br />Takun: Well... I sucked your blood and then...<br /><br />Sora: But...I? You? We? The..? W...what? W... why? H..how?<br /><br />Takun: Form a coherent sentences, please.<br /><br />Sora: But I...? Oh I give up.<br /><br />Takun: A "thank you" would be nice.<br /><br />Sora: A "fuck you" is even better. Fuck you, and get out of my room.<br /><br />*at the prom*<br /><br />Asahi: (to Sora) I know I'm about a school year too late, but you shouldn't date Takun. We'll be watching you.<br /><br />Takun: *comes back from where ever he was* Dang, I leave you alone for one moment and the birds descend.<br /><br />FORESHADOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111!!!!<br /><br />Sora: Oh... that's not a problem I guess.<br /><br />Takun: Let's dance.<br /><br />Sora: I want to be like you. I want to live forever and do superhuman things.<br /><br />Takun: You don't want to be like me. In fact, you should be afraid of me.<br /><br />Sora: But I'm not...<br /><br />Takun: Well, then... let's dance and not worry about anything.<br /><br />Sora: Whatever...<br /><br />(narration) Sora: And so indeed the fox/wolf fell in love with the lion/wolf... and I couldn't have asked for more.<br /><br />*end credits*<br /><br />Lili is watching from the balcony and turns dramatically and walks off screen. </big>Najelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03529650047480022627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023279372386725537.post-1276530415538755662001-07-08T03:23:00.000-07:002009-09-05T21:25:16.130-07:00A Girl Worth Studying For<big>All: For the past four years it's been like marching off to battle<br /><br />Takun: In a lecture hall we feel a lot like cattle<br /><br />All: Like a dog in heat, our hormones aren't easy to ignore<br /><br />Sasuke: That's why we think of a girl worth studying for<br /><br />Asahi: Huh?<br /><br />Sasuke:That's what I said<br />A girl worth studying for<br />I want her paler than the moon with gold eyes that shine like stars<br /><br />Yuhi: My girl will marvel at my brain, adore my Scottish charm<br /><br />Takun: I couldn't care less what she'll wear or what she looks like<br />It all depends on what she cooks like: Beef, pork, chicken ...<br /><br />All: Mmmh ...<br /><br />Takun: (to Asahi) Bet, Sora thinks that you are quite boring<br /><br />Asahi: (to Takun) And I'll bet she thinks that you are quite annoying<br /><br />All:You can guess what we have missed the most since we went off to school<br /><br />Sasuke: What do we want?<br /><br />All: A girl worth studying for! (Yuhi: Hey, that whole part didn't rhyme)<br /><br />Takun: My girl should know I have no faults<br /><br />Sasuke: And your a major lie<br /><br />Asahi: Uh... how 'bout a girl who's got a brain<br />Who always speaks her mind?<br /><br />All: Nah!<br /><br />Takun and Sasuke: Our manly ways and handsome face are sure to thrill her<br /><br />Nosaju: They think they are such lady-killers<br /><br />Yuhi: I've a girl back home who's unlike any other<br /><br />Asahi: Yeah, the only girl who'd love him is our mother<br /><br />All: But when we come home with a diploma, they'll line up at the door<br /><br />Sasuke: What do we want?<br /><br />All: A girl worth studying for<br /><br />Sasuke: Wish that I had<br /><br />All: A girl worth studying for<br />A girl worth studying -<br /><br />Yuhi: Why did it just stop suddenly? *sees a bunch of students passed out after midterms* Oh... *places a coffee at the base of someone's pencil and desk*</big>Najelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03529650047480022627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023279372386725537.post-63566605505075051282001-07-08T03:21:00.000-07:002009-09-05T21:25:16.130-07:00Dr. Asahi's Sing-Along Blog<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Act One</span><br /></h2> <div> <hr style="border: 0pt none ; margin: 0pt auto; background-color: rgb(119, 119, 119); color: rgb(119, 119, 119); height: 1px; text-align: center; width: 100%;"> </div> <div><div id="697589069332767" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;" align="center"><div style="width: 300px;"><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/EqAtiYmbgq/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/EqAtiYmbgq/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"></embed></object><div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"><div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"><input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"><input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=EqAtiYmbgq" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=EqAtiYmbgq" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=EqAtiYmbgq" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=EqAtiYmbgq" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/EqAtiYmbgq/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div></div></div><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Asahi: (In the lab) Muahah...*cough cough* ha ha. (clears throat) Gosh, (sputters slightly) I'm working on that laugh, kinda. I've got someone helping me with that at the moment. If I want to be a part of Vincent's ring of assassins, I gotta have an evil laugh. Like "Muahaha hahaha" or something like that.<br /><br />Asahi: I'm waiting for him to accept my application, it's been like a few weeks. Anyway, Portal mail time!<br /><br />Asahi: ih8u says: "Hey you. Why are you tryin' to be evil?" Oh nice, try to spell without dropping the "g's" foo'. Well, the sweet and simple answer is "I'm tired of being good like my goodie two shoes twin brother." Mirror fraternal twins, not identical.<br /><br />Asahi: Ahhh, Dr. Asahi, I've waited for you at the PinkBerry! We were supposed to do battle. Love, Your Nemesis...your wasted childhood. My nemesis is Captain Takun, the royal pain in the ass. (throws a dart at a Captain Takun picture in which he is smiling and has a drawn on moustache and goatee and devil horns and every other tooth is blackened in; the dart stabs a glass jar containing some type of liquid)<br /><br />Asahi: Next letter. "I've been watching for a while..." yadda yadda yadda. "In your vlog you say that you will steal her away and you'll show her the way. Show her that you are a true villian. Who is "she" and does she even know..."<br /><br />(Asahi's at the lecture hall; he sees a girl with purple hair, Sora, sitting in the middle of the lecture hall taking a test. Asahi is walking down the aisle singing, but no one seems to notice him.) </span></p> <div><div id="484419086023004" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;" align="center"><div style="width: 300px;"><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/Wm5e5i0tBK/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/Wm5e5i0tBK/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"></embed></object><div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"><div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"><input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"><input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=Wm5e5i0tBK" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=Wm5e5i0tBK" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=Wm5e5i0tBK" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=Wm5e5i0tBK" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/Wm5e5i0tBK/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/h3_Pi_S/music/tOlWKvCR/dr-horrible-freeze-ray/">Freeze Ray - Dr Horrible</a></div> </div> <h2 style="text-align: left;"><br /></h2> <p style="text-align: left; display: block;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Asahi:<br />Finals day<br />See you then<br />Students are<br />Panicking<br />Wanna say<br />“I like your ass”<br />Here I go<br />Mumbling<br /><br />With my Freeze-Ray I will STOP the world<br />With my Freeze-Ray I will find the time to find the words<br /><br />Tell you how<br />How you make<br />Make me feel<br />What’s the phrase?<br />Like a fool<br />Kinda sick<br />Special needs<br />Any ways<br /><br />With my Freeze-Ray I will STOP the pain<br />It’s not a death-ray or an Ice-beam that's not what I know<br /><br />I just think you need time to know<br />That I’m the guy to make it real<br />The feelings you don’t dare to feel<br />I’ll bend the world to our will<br />And we’ll make time stand still<br /><br />That’s the plan<br />Rule the world<br />You and me<br />Anyday<br /><br />Asahi: Love your ass<br /><br />Sora: (stops taking the test) What?<br /><br />Asahi: No… I…I… I need a pen…<br /><br />Anyway<br /><br />With my Freeze-ray I will stop…<br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Yuhi: What are you doing?<br /><br />Asahi: Oh it's you. What do you want?<br /><br />Yuhi: Can't I talk to my one and only twin brother?<br /><br />Asahi: (blandly) No.<br /><br />Yuhi: So did you talk to her?<br /><br />Asahi: (blush) Her who? Whoever do you mean?<br /><br />Yuhi: Don't play dumb with me.<br /><br />Asahi: I was so close, but it was an epic fail. Can you believe I asked her for a pen? I wanted to tell her that I loved her and that she was beautiful...<br /><br />Yuhi: And that she had a great ass?<br /><br />Asahi: Yeah... but not so blunt. But she does have a nice ass.<br /><br />Yuhi: You got a letter from Lord Vincent.<br /><br />Asahi: (excited) Really? (snatches letter)<br /><br />Yuhi: That's so hardcore. Lord Vincent rules his assassins with an iron paw... hand... black tentacle from the depth of Hell... whatever. He rules his assassins with an iron appendage.<br /><br />Asahi: Look he calls himself Bad Wolf. He's incognito. Nice.<br /></span></p> <div><div id="426720376118707" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;" align="center"><div style="width: 300px;"><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/r0djL5rbMx/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/r0djL5rbMx/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"></embed></object><div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"><div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"><input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"><input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=r0djL5rbMx" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=r0djL5rbMx" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=r0djL5rbMx" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=r0djL5rbMx" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/r0djL5rbMx/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/h3_Pi_S/music/vIIWEETm/dr-horrible-bad-horse/">Bad Horse - Dr Horrible</a></div> </div> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Bad Wolf Singers:<br />Bad Wolf<br />Bad Wolf<br />Bad Wolf<br />Bad Wolf<br />He runs into the forest<br />The half wolf of sin<br />He got the application that you just sent in<br />It needs evaluation, so let the games begin<br />A heinous crime, a show of force,<br />(A murder would be nice of course)<br /><br />Bad Wolf<br />Bad Wolf<br />Bad Wolf<br />He’s bad<br />The Evil League of Evil<br />is a secret, so don't snitch.<br />We hope you pass this test,<br />that is our sincerest wish<br />So make the Bad Wolf happy<br />Or he’ll make you his bitch<br />You’re saddled up<br />There’s no recourse<br />It’s ‘High-ho silver’<br />Signed: Bad uh... Wolf (Yuhi: That doesn't rhyme!)<br /><br /></span></p> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Yuhi: Well, it's a not a no.<br /><br />Asahi: This totally awesome.<br /><br />Yuhi: So what are you gonna do?<br /><br />Asahi: Well my freeze ray... it just needs a couple adjustments.<br /><br />Yuhi: Why do you need a freeze ray? Why don't you just blow them up with your hikasui fire powers?<br /><br />Asahi: Silence! I have to do this my way. They are sending in a vehicle. An armored vehicle. An armored vehicle that is filled with the stuff that my freeze ray needs. I will hijack this vehicle for my own evil devices. Muaha ha HA haha<br /><br />Yuhi: (Aside) This won't end well. (to Asahi) You really need to work on your laugh.<br /><br />Asahi: Shush! It's only a matter of time when my evil laugh will be an epically evil laugh.<br /><br /><br /></span></p> <div><div id="219246607670824" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;" align="center"><div style="width: 300px;"><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9cWVwUVrZc/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9cWVwUVrZc/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"></embed></object><div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"><div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"><input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"><input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=9cWVwUVrZc" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=9cWVwUVrZc" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=9cWVwUVrZc" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=9cWVwUVrZc" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/9cWVwUVrZc/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/h3_Pi_S/music/5UkEKamT/dr-horrible-caring-hand/">Caring Hand - Dr Horrible</a></div> </div> <p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(outside in the courtyard at school)<br /><br />Sora (passing out fliers for senate elections):<br />Will you lend a caring hand<br />To elect senators who need it?<br />Only have to sign your name<br />Don’t even have to read it<br />Would you help?<br />No? How bout you?<br /><br />Will you lend a caring hand?<br /><br />*SONG*<br /><br />Asahi: ARGHHH!<br /><br />Sora: Oh. Oh. (rushes to Asahi)<br /><br />Asahi: (fiddling around with his remote control)<br /><br />Sora: Hi, I was wondering if... hey, I know you.<br /><br />Asahi: Hello. You know me? Cool. I mean. Yeah, you do. Do you?<br /><br />Sora: Yes, from class. You asked me for a pen.<br /><br />Asahi: Oh that's right. We had discussion together. You missed last week and so did I but I saw you made up that discussion in another discussion section and I saw you. Yes. I did borrow a pen from you. A purple one, just like your hair that smells faintly of vanilla mint shampoo and strawberry conditioner. (stops rambling) I'm Asahi.<br /><br />Sora: I'm Sora. What are you doing?<br /><br />Asahi: (playing with his remote control) I'm texting an important text to an important person who is waiting for this important text. I'd stop but it's very...<br /><br />Sora: Important?<br /><br />Asahi: Yeah. What are you doing?<br /><br />Sora: Well, I'm getting signatures so that I can run for the Associated Students Board.<br /><br />Asahi: (looking over Sora's shoulder for an armored vehicle) ASB? *pfft*<br /><br />Sora: It's for a good cause. If I were an ASB senator, I could help students who aren't doing good in classes and they don't know what they can do. I want to have a 24 hour student studying center. We get people off of Academic Probation so they can major in cool stuff like... Flying to the Moon and then they can become balloon animal makers. You really don't care about students, do you?<br /><br />Asahi: Oh I do. It's just that they are a symptom. You're treating a symptom, but the disease rages on. Consumes the whole student body. They say the fish rots from the head, why not just cut of the head?<br /><br />Sora: Off the students bodies? And how are the students a symptom?<br /><br />Asahi: Well, not cut off the students' heads. The students are a symptom of consumer capitalism. We don't go to school to better ourselves, we go to school to get jobs to make more money and (stops rambling) We need a revolution.<br /><br />Sora: I'm all for it, but we've gotta take baby steps. (holds up flyer) If I was just a ASB senator...<br /><br />Asahi: You'd overhaul the system. You'd destroy the status-quo because the “status” is NOT “quo”.<br /><br />Sora: So will you sign?<br /><br />Asahi: (puts remote controls under his arm to sign) Sure. I'm sorry if I came on to...<br /><br />Sora: Strong? (smiles) It's okay. You still signed.<br /><br />Asahi: I couldn't turn my back on a fellow... Pen Lender Outer.<br /><br />Sora: I'll probably see you in class.<br /><br />Asahi: Yeah, I'll return the other pen.<br /><br />Sora: It's okay, you can keep that one. (takes back clipboard) You can keep that one too. Us pen people got to stick together.<br /><br />Asahi: Uh, um thank you. (smells pen) She changed her shampoo. Raspberry? But she talked to me. She talked to me! (pushes wrong button on remote control) Uh-oh.<br /><br />(Van is going out of control; Asahi is trying to get it back on its path. it has crashed into a hot dog stand and several vending machines. People are jumping off bikes, flying off scooters, and diving into bushes)<br /><br /></span></p> <div><div id="307012513865405" style="width: 100%; overflow-y: hidden;" align="center"><div style="width: 300px;"><object width="300" height="110"><param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kuoLGNgOoY/aus=false/"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kuoLGNgOoY/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="110"></embed></object><div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"><div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /></a></div><form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"><input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"><input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"><div style="padding-top: 3px;"><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&ek=kuoLGNgOoY" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&ek=kuoLGNgOoY" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&ek=kuoLGNgOoY" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&ek=kuoLGNgOoY" rel="nofollow"><img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/kuoLGNgOoY/" border="0" /></a></div></form></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/dJJ4NCj/music/OW8j8UOM/dr-horrible-05-a-mans-gotta-domp3/">05 - A Mans Gotta Do.mp3 - Dr. Horrible</a></div> </div> <span style="font-size:100%;">Asahi:<br />A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do<br />Don’t plan the plan if you can’t follow through<br />All that matters is taking matters into your own hands<br />Soon I’ll control everything<br />My wish is your command<br /><br />Captain Takun (Takun is wearing a t-shirt with a picture of a sake bottle on it, gardening gloves, and jeans):<br />Stand back everyone<br />Nothin’ here to see<br />Just imminent danger<br />And in the middle of it me<br />Yes Captain Takun’s here<br />Hair blowing in the breeze<br />The day needs my saving expertise<br /><br />(the van comes at Sora, who is about to move but is pushed into a biker who, crashes to dodge her, causing the biker to fall into the bushes and Sora to trip into a trash can sending flyers flying into people's faces, causing them to trip and stumble into each other)<br /><br />A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do<br />Seems destiny ends with me saving you<br />The only doom that’s looming is drinking myself death<br />So I’ll give you a second to catch your breath<br /><br />Asahi: YOU IDIOT!<br /><br />Takun: Dr. Asahi. I should have known your stupid ass was behind this.<br /><br />Asahi: You almost killed her!<br /><br />Takun: So, she's still alive isn't she? And looking pretty damn fine, if I do say so myself.<br /><br />Asahi: Is she? (Takun struggles to pick up Asahi by his neck, or pick him up in general. Finally he gives up)<br /><br />Takun: It's curtains for you Dr. Asahi. Lacy, Martha Stewart brand curtains. (socks Asahi in the stomach; Asahi collapses on the ground)<br /><br />Sora (pops up out of the trash can):<br />Thank you Drunken Man, I don’t think I can<br />Explain how important it was that you moved me from the van<br />I would be splattered; I’d be crushed under debris<br />Thank you sir for saving me<br /><br />Takun: Don’t worry about it.<br /><br />A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.<br /><br />Sora: *You came from above*<br /><br />Asahi: *Are you kidding?*<br /><br />Takun: Seems destiny ends with me saving you<br /><br />Asahi: *What heist were you watching?*<br /><br />Sora: *I wonder what you’re captain of*<br /><br />Asahi: *Stop looking at her like that*<br /><br />Takun: When you’re the best you can’t rest, what’s the use?<br /><br />Asahi: *Did you notice that the van is still going?* (Van is still going insane.)<br /><br />Sora: *My heart is beating like a drum*<br /><br />Takun: There’s ass that needs kicking. Some ticking bomb to diffuse.<br /><br />Sora: *Must… must be in shock*<br /><br />Asahi: *The van is still going. If it crashes, I'm not paying for the towing. *<br /><br />Takun: The only doom that’s looming is drinking myself to death<br /><br />Sora: *Assuming I’m not loving you to death*<br /><br />Asahi: *Whatever*<br /><br />Takun and Sora together: So please give me a sec to catch my breath.<br /><br />Asahi: (on the ground) Balls.<br /><br />(Van explodes into a mushroom cloud in the distance)</span>Najelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03529650047480022627noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1023279372386725537.post-28935699290881419392001-07-08T03:19:00.000-07:002009-09-05T21:25:16.131-07:00Raiders of the Lost Story Arc<big>Deep in the confines of the Author's coffee hyped imagination:<br /><br />Muse A: *hand appears slowly on screen and picks up and pen.* By jove I think I've got it!<br /><br />Muse B: Got what?<br /><br />Muse A: A peanut. *eats peanut* Peanuts are good.<br /><br />Author: Now come on muses, we've got to write! I don't pay you to just sit around and do nothing.<br /><br />Muse C: You're not paying us at all.<br /><br />Author: I know it's 5:00 in the morning, and your brain refuses to work...but no back talk, Muse. We've got to keep this ship moving. Where are the characters!?<br /><br />Muse B: Asleep in their cabins, captain.<br /><br />Author: Captain. I like the sound of that. Fetch me my hat.<br /><br />Muse A: I'm afraid your hat has gone missing, ma'am.<br /><br />Author: And the rum...?<br /><br />Muse A: Is gone.<br /><br />Author: All of it?<br /><br />Muse A: I'm afraid so.<br /><br />Author: *whines* Why's the rum always gone?<br /><br />Muse A: Might I interest you in a lovely peanut?<br /><br />Author: Honey roasted?<br /><br />Muse A: Regular.<br /><br />Author: Be gone with you, knave! We need to make port at 019000 hours, I'd say just around April 3, 2008. How far have we gone?<br /><br />Muse B: About one and a half chapters ma'am.<br /><br />Author: Blast. You muses have failed me. To this I say, so long *walks the plank; lands in a pile of waded up paper* Well this sucks. *tries to pull the boat*<br /><br />Usagi: *sailing in the paper* Yo ho yo ho, a pirates life for me. *sees Author* Wow, it is the Author. *to the crew* Hoist the colors! *the crew raises up a brightly colored flag*. Ahoy there, m'hartey. I be the captain of this here ship. Any words ye'd like to say...<br /><br />Author: Uh... parlay.<br /><br />Usagi: Oh curses. Always with the parlay.<br /><br />*the world goes dark*<br /><br />Usagi: What be this? A work of some devil?<br /><br />Author: It's worse. It is Starr Jones... *looks at script* Davy Jones and his haunted ship, the Flying Dutchman.<br /><br />Usagi: That's a racist ship. Why does it have to be Dutch?<br /><br />Author: No time for this useless chatter. Full speed ahead. *boat barely moves* What is wrong with this blasted ship?<br /><br />Usagi: Oh, this ship is called the Freewebs Floater.<br /><br />Author: We're going to die! *the Freewebs Floater crashes, comes back, crashes again, come back* Wow...<br /><br />Reaper the Hacker: Muahahaha, I have come to hack your ship! *hacks ship into pieces*<br /><br />Author: It doesn't matter, this ship was a piece of shit anyway. Go to hell, Reaper! *hacks into Reaper's myspace*<br /><br />Reaper: What!? Not the myspace! Oh no! My identity... *shows a angled myspace picture of an emo kid crying* I'm melting! I'm melting. *dies*<br /><br />Author: Muahahaha! Victory is mine! JUSTICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />*characters come out of their cabin*<br /><br />Sora: Is she alright?<br /><br />Takun: *ignores Author's manical laughter; reads title* Raiders of the Lost Story Arc? What the hell? Is this some kinda attempt to be clever?<br /><br />Author: It's not meant to be clever, jackass. It's just something I thought of... it fits, don't you think?<br /><br />Takun: How can something that has never existed be lost?<br /><br />Author: Shhh, you don't want the readers to know that I accidentally forgot to write some chapters.<br /><br />Takun: Looks like they know now. *points to people behind the computer screen*<br /><br />Author: Oh shit... are you serious? *falsely* Hello people... welcome to the grand opening of the<br />It's All Relative. Feel free to stop and look around. Let's take a couple e-mails from our friends.<br />Sora, if you will hand me a letter.<br /><br />Sora: *hands Author a letter*<br /><br />Author: *reads aloud*<br /><br />Dear Author,<br />Why do you write IAR?<br /><br />Author: It's simple my dear non-existent friend. Because I want to. It is meant to entertain and I hope you have as much fun reading it as I do writing it.<br /><br />Takun: Bootlegger! You stole that from the website.<br /><br />Author: *closes internet on Laptop* Did not!<br /><br />Takun: Did too, bitch.<br />Author: Dumbass!<br />Takun: Bitch!<br />Author: DUMBASS!!!<br />Takun: BITCH!!!!<br />Author: Dumbass Bitch! *clears throat; speaks pleasantly* On to our next letter.<br /><br />Dear Author,<br />What happened to the old website?<br /><br />Author: *darkly* I'll tell you what happened... in song!<br /><br />Sasuke: Oh showtones!<br /><br />Takun: Oh god.<br /><br />Author: *sitting on a beach by herself; turns dramatically to the camera*<br />Is there anybody going to listen to my story<br />All about the website I used to pay<br />It's the kind of site you want so much<br />It makes you sorry;<br />Still, you don't regret a single day.<br />Ah site! WEBSITE!<br />*light dims dramatically; crickets chirp*<br /><br />Author: The website lived a sheltered life, not seeing much of the world. But one day, the website fell in love and went to prom, but the website's date was killed in the war and the website was very sad. The website moved to New York where it fell in love with a British website and they got tripped out on LSD and sang songs and lived life. But the war continued and the website got restless and joined the cause and then the website got stuck in a riot and got sent back to Britain and then blew up when it tried to make a homemade bomb and then there was a guy with a trashcan and they fought the hyenas and the website took its throne and became a part of the circle of life.<br /><br />Usagi: 0.0, four movie plots in one. How exciting!<br /><br />Takun: That's not what happened.<br /><br />Author: Next letter.<br /><br />Takun:<br />Dear Author,<br />How many times have you rewritten the first chapters?<br /><br />Author: Hey, don't get testy with me, mister. I can have you written you out of this story in a heartbeat. (but to answer your question about 6-7 times; maybe 10-12, who knows.)<br /><br />Takun: You can't write me out of the story, I make this story. There wouldn't be a story if there wasn't me.<br /><br />Author: That's true. I wrote you into this world, and I can backspace you out!<br /><br />Takun: Whatever. People love me.<br /><br />Author: Actually... I'm the only one that loves you. Reader polls list Usagi and Sasuke as their favorites.<br /><br />Usagi: Wow really?<br /><br />Sasuke: That's amazing.<br /><br />Takun: Oh c'mon, there was no user poll.<br /><br />Author: Well... if the old website hadn't crashed three times and then gotten hacked into, I'd show you the comments that people wrote. Most of them weren't about you.<br /><br />Takun: Yeah, they were mostly about your grammatical and spelling mistakes.<br /><br />Author: *goes to hit the delete key*<br /><br />Takun: Fine... sorry.<br /><br />Author: People love Usagi and Sasuke.<br /><br />Sora: What about me? I'm the main character.<br /><br />Author: *sweatdrop* Well since you are the main character... you are destined to be the least liked character.<br /><br />Sora: What that's not fair!<br /><br />Author: People don't like you because you're stupid... and obviously a Mary-Sue of someone much cooler in real life.<br /><br />Sora: You're not cool, you're a dork.<br /><br />Author: I prefer nerd or geek. Or to be more politically correct "Socially Challenged".<br /><br />Sora: Dumbass.<br /><br />Author: Take a hit for the team, you'll get cooler as you get older.<br /><br />Sora: *blandly* Great something to look forward to. Will I be that stereotypical character that gets cool only after she loses her viriginity?<br /><br />Author: *shocked* I'm outraged. Do you think I would stoop so low as to make you lose your virginity to make you cooler? *kicks How to Write Fanservice under chair* Hehehe... don't be so crude.<br /><br />Sora: *rolls eyes* Whatever. If you want to live our your fantasy though me... by all means, go ahead. At least I've got a man...or two.<br /><br />Author: Slut. *secretly jealous. XD lol. *<br /><br />Usagi: Another letter...<br /><br />Dear Author,<br />Your story sucks... really bad. Get a life and start over.<br /><br />Takun: *snickers*<br /><br />Author: *pushes up glasses* I can't expect everyone to like IAR. Plus there hasn't been enough written to make that judgment (granted i keep editing the beginning chapters)<br /><br />Takun: *still laughing* So what are you going to do? Scrap the whole story.<br /><br />Author: Now why would I do that?<br /><br />Takun: Because that person basically said that your entire story is worthless.<br /><br />Author: Well if I have spent four years of my life writing shit, so be it! Besides that is just one<br />person. I certainly can understand where that person is coming from but they are JUST one person. Not enough to make me give up four years of writing shit. Besides IAR is more than than just shit... it is the shit that kept us together through all the shit that happened in our lives.<br /><br />*Patriotic Music plays in the background, American flags waves behind Author*<br /><br />Author: When we were supposed to be studying for AP exams, what were we doing?<br /><br />Usagi: *quietly* Writing IAR...<br /><br />Author: I can't hear you.<br /><br />Usagi: WRITING IAR!!!!<br /><br />Author: And those classes that we ditched what were we doing.<br /><br />Taiyo: Watching House.<br /><br />Author: What else?<br /><br />Taiyo: College applications?<br /><br />Author: *rolls eyes* What else?<br /><br />Taiyo: Writing IAR.<br /><br />Author: Yes! And what was that thing that we discussed every morning at our bench for the past four years.<br /><br />Everyone: IAR!!!!!<br /><br />Author: Exactly, so what are we going to do when one person. One measly person out of a billion people in the world says that our story is shit.<br /><br />Takun: Give up, change our name, and chill out in Tijuana.<br /><br />Author: That's what you would do, my friend. That's because you are a quitter...well me... I am a Shitter!<br /><br />*record scratches and flag falls down, but it doesn't touch the ground*<br /><br />Takun: You know that's not any better than a quitter.<br /><br />Author: Yeah, I know. It sounded better when I was thinking about it in my head. But now that it's out, I'm going to be a Shitter, because I don't quit! I shit!<br /><br />Sora: You're going to have to explain that one.<br /><br />Author: I owe it to myself to finish telling your story, no matter how crappy one person thinks it is. I put too much time and effort to give up because someone told me to. I can see what they are saying...but I can't give up. It is my duty as an American to do whatever the fuck I want and I if I want to write shit, then by God I will shit!<br /><br />Sasuke: *sounds like Jennifer Hudson* And I'm telling you... I'm not going! Even though the rough times are showing there's just no way... there's no way...<br /><br />Author: *runs to the stage; whispers* Wrong song... it's track seven. I'll take it from here, Sasuke...<br /><br />Sasuke: Ah man.<br /><br />Author: *sounds like Gloria Gaynor*<br />At first I was afraid<br />I was petrified<br />Kept thinking I could never live<br />Without comments by my side<br />But then I spent so many nights<br />Thinking how they did me wrong<br />And I grew strong<br />And I learned how to get along<br /><br />And so they're back<br />From outer space<br />I just logged in to my LJ to find them<br />With that mean look upon their face<br />I should have changed that stupid username<br />I should have went on another community<br />If I'd have known for just one second<br />they'd be back to bother me<br /><br />Go on now go<br />Log out the door<br />Just turn around now<br />'Cause you're not welcome anymore<br />Weren't you the one who tried to break me with goodbye<br />Did you think I'd crumble?<br />Did you think I'd lay down and die?<br />Oh no, not I<br /><br />I will survive<br />Oh, as long as I know how to write<br />I know I'll stay alive<br />I've got all my life to live<br />I've got all my words to give<br />And I'll survive<br />I will survive, hey hey<br /><br />Takun: *dressed like Simon Cowell* Nope nope, that was terribly dreadful. You sounded like a dying cow.<br /><br />Author: At least I didn't sound like my roommate.<br /><br />Takun: That is a true story. She sounds like coyotes howling to the moon, but at least the coyotes are in tune.<br /><br />Usagi: *dressed as Paula Deen* That was beautiful ya'll.<br /><br />Takun: Who the hell are you?<br /><br />Usagi: I'm Paula.<br /><br />Takun: Not Paula Deen, Paula Abdul.<br /><br />Usagi: Oh... who's that?<br /><br />Takun: Nobody knows...<br /><br />Sora: *dressed like Randy Jackson by default since she is the only person who is the closest to being black...ethnically speaking of course* That was tight dawg. The pitch was a little shaky, but I think you nailed it in the end.<br /><br />Usagi: I want to pop off your head and hang it on my rear view mirror.<br /><br />Author: That's... creepy...<br /><br />Sasuke: *dressed as Ryan Seacrest* So how does it feel hearing that from the judges?<br /><br />Author: Well... I think it feels mighty good, Tyra.<br /><br />Sasuke: Um... alright. You heard it here world, the author of IAR, Author!<br /><br />Author: And let me be the first to welcome you to the new site. I hope you stick around and read for a while. I hope I didn't kill to many brain cells. </big>Najelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03529650047480022627noreply@blogger.com0