Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Zombie Apocalypse

Why am I writing? Thal demanded it, so therefore, I must.
*glares in general direction of Thalia* *grumbles*
I AM REALLY NOT GOOD AT WRITING! THAL, WWWHHYYY~ AGJHSFHSKLOPS!
                                                      -Begin Story-
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 A wind howled through the town, empty and barren as a pile of bleached bones. Despite the fact that there was absolutely no living (or undead) being within miles, the wind seemed to give the entire town a voice of it’s own. Crying and moaning for it’s lost people, wishing to be a whole and loved town again. A cheesy retro-themed diner was just about the only thing that shone in what little light there was with the monochrome clouded sky’s. An old T.V., no doubt left on by the fleeing stream of panic stricken people, droned on. A static filled report could be heard faintly from it, almost nonexistent under the constant dramatic whining of the wind.

   “Government Officials have officially completed their pullout to safe houses and green zones, leaving us to fend for ourselves. More than 20 city’s have cola- ssSSss”

    The static took over, leaving the barren town blissfuly silent once again, so that it could shed its quiet tears in peace.


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                    10 YEARS AFTER THE START OF THE EPIDEMIC (Or part one)

    A lone girl ran through the ally ways of an abandoned city, it’s concrete walls beginning to crumble with out proper care. The undead crashed clumsily on behind her, pieces of rotting flesh falling to the earth as they went. The once shining metropolis she knew so well had become a maze of grey never-ending walls, trapping her in with every hastened step she took. Black hood pulled over her head, she ran onward. Her jeans, ripped and patched back together in several places, where splashed with mud. Her small black boots didn’t seem to be doing much better. Puffing and panting, she jumped over upturned sidewalk panels and boulders. The small brown leather satchel she was carrying seemed to way her down as she dodged a fallen steel beam.The zombies chasing her, having no real muscles to tire them anymore, just kept coming. There where three of them, all disgusting and VERY hungry. One tall girl with long hair dyed a ugly shade of purple and one arm missing, one man whom was also tall with a green apron and no left leg, and a smaller boy about the girl’s age with a long black pony tail over his shoulder. All of them where the same horrible sickly green. Suddenly, the twists and turns of steel and concrete came to an end. Stumbling none to gracefully over a crevice in the pavement, the small girl careened into the wall. Seeing they had an improved chance at a fresh meal, the zombies began to close in, hissing and spitting. The girl wobbled up into a standing position, then, through her dark hood, one saw the faintest trace of a smile. As if by magic, she drew a long shining meat cleaver from within her cloak. The undead immediately flinched backwards and snarled. The girl pulled her hood back revealing frizzy brown hair, and murderous looking almond-shaped brick colored eyes. She had aviation goggles perched on her head, which she quickly pulled down over her face. Her small pointed nose was dotted with freckles, and her thick eye lashes and arched eyebrows added to the affect of her stare. If it wasn’t for the crooked grin on her face, on might have described her as a cute little girl. Licking the blade, her savage grin widened. Than, in no more than a whisper, the tiny girl spoke in a surprisingly deep voice for her size.

          “In all respects, I have just one word for the three of you.”

    She paused as the tall male with the apron zombie lunged at her...

            “Die.”

    Screeching almost inhumanly, the girl thrust the oversized weapon into the Zombie’s stomach, halting it in its undead tracks. She ripped upward with all of her strength, slicing through his chest and tearing into his throat, cleaving him completely in half from the center up. Black tar like liquid spewed from the gaping wound, smelling of rotting fruit, infected blood. Through the thick dark haze of the blood fountain, the second male Zombie lunged. The girl held her cleaver, sharp side up, in front of her. Locking her muscles, she braced her self for impact. Not able to stop himself in time, the undead teen ran full speed ahead and smashed into the pointed end of the blade, splitting his face clean in two. Rolling her eyes she thought to herself, You’d think with all the brain eating these Zombies do, they would have some more brains for themselves!
 
    The final purple-haired Zombie decided to take lunch over life.With an almost bored look on her face, the girl flashed her cleaver like a streak of white lightning. Black foul smelling blood spurted from where the putrid purple head had been a nano second ago.   

        “Style tip of the day.” The small girl said, looking down at the decapitated head, whose eyes where lolling backwards so that only the whites where visible. “Chartreuse would have suited you much nicer with that skin tone of yours.” A pebble clacked down from the skyscrapers above, causing the girl to turn sharply, clear up raised.

        “You had WAY to much fun with that first kill Trissy.” Came a voice from the shadows.

          The girl’s muscles relaxed, and her weapon lowered, recognizing the voice of a fellow safe house member. Seemingly from out of nowhere, a tall and thin girl stepped from the shadows of a nearby wall. Her hair was a darker shade of brown than our current acquaintance, and much curlier too. She had a long face, with small sea blue eyes that where hidden mysteriously behind a curtain of thick eyelashes. She wore brown lace-up combat boots, and a black leather jacket with a white turtle neck underneath. Her tan cargo pants where covered in leg straps filled with a varying assortment of knives. A not so terrifying grin crossed the other girl’s face.

         “April Nightwalker!”
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Has my horrid writing turned you into a Zombie yet? Well, if it hasn't, you are spared. I refuse to write further. No. Just no. NO MORE!

                                                         -End Transmission-

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Oh, MJN Air!

THE BEST British radio comedy EVAR. The world's craziest airline, and possibly the funniest thing I have ever heard.YOU MUST LISTEN TO ET! NAO!

*Drags Douglas out forcefully*

Me: SAY HI TO THE PEOPLE DOUGLAS~
Douglas: You've introduced me, that's enough social interaction for one day.
Me: Do it or I'll eat you.
Douglas: Really? The only thing more terrifying than that is Arthur playing charades.
Me: Do it or I'll call Caroline and tell her you stole the plane again to drop another sugar brick on more poor children.
*Martin comes barreling in*
Martin: Why don't you introduce the captain first?
Douglas: Oh yes, SIR must go first because SIR is the CAPTAIN.
*Begin Staring contest between Douglas and Martin*
*Arthur pops up out of nowhere*
Arthur: Could I meet them t-
Douglas&Martin: SHUT UP ARTHUR!
Caroline: Get back here witless, you still need to make dinner.
Arthur: Oh yea! I forgot!
Caroline: *face palm* Honestly, you've forgotten about it three times now!
Arthur: *sees mental battle between Douglas and Martin* Hey guys, lighten up! How about some charades?
Everyone: NNOOO! *runs away*

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Basement Blues

Whoop-de-doo. Our hot water boiler exploded, now we have no hot water, and our basement has been converted into the next great lake. Plus, it smells funny... Hopefuly no poison gasses have been vented. I'm crossing my fingers that nothing else will go kablooey anytime soon in our basement.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Happy (VERY BELATED) Birthday to Kallista!

I'm sorry this took so long! As it turned out, I REAALLYY stink at drawing sky horses, so I ended up drawing just Kallista instead. I was fooling around with lot's of effects and stamps, so the frame and the letters aren't mine. Kallista somehow has stolen Skulduggery's hat... ANYWAY, I hope that your Birthday was filled with many hugs and chocolate cake Kal!

~Mir

Friday, August 5, 2011

Dream Guardians part 15

WEE~ It’s done! I’m sorry this took so long to post, I had dance “camp.” It’s not really a camp mind you, it’s just a three hour long class everyday at 9:00 in the morning that is oh so conveniently held in Michigan, 5 god blessed hours away from where I live. So I had to stay up in a hotel with the dreaded dial up internet. By the time I was done with the week of camp, my feet felt ready to fall off. You may now stop listening to my rambling and begin to read, if you haven’t already.
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    Erza felt a rush of air as she fell screaming from the top of the tower. Her brain was to busy watching the building growing farther away, and the ground getting closer, to notice another feeling shrouded by her fear. She wished with all of her heart that she could change into some magical armor that could some how stop her and her friends from falling. She wished she could fly back up to the roof, then she could give that Mei person a good blow, maybe lay her flat for a month or so. The fear in her heart changed into frustration, than into burning anger at herself. She was falling, her friends where falling. They where all going to die, and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. Closing her eyes, Erza let forth a scream of rage as she plummeted downward. She hoped Mei heard it, she hoped her enemy had gotten the message. If she managed to get out of this alive, Mei was toast, Mei was going to pay with her soul.
    “You know, you could stop roaring like an uncivilized animal, and acknowledge my presence.” A small dainty voice said in the back of Erza’s mind. The feeling that had been shrouded by fear and anger suddenly came out at full blast, she knew that feeling, and she knew that voice. One of her chara’s had returned. Forcing her eyes open against the buffeting wind, she managed to speak one word to the small figure to the small, fancily dressed figure floating in front of her face.
    “D-dorothy?” The small chara tugged one of her braided pigtails irritably.
    “It’s not polite to stammer.” She stated huffily, “Of course it’s me, who else would it be?” Erza looked wildly about seeking the faces of her other three charas, but the familiar tiny pixies where nowhere to be found. All she saw was the billowing pikachu PJ’s of Holo as she fell through empty space, with a tiny figure floating just beside her. A ballon of hope blew up inside Erza’s chest, had they all gotten their chara’s back? Whipping around like a fish out of water, Erza spotted the very confused face of Shana as she fell downward, with a tiny doll-sized figure poking itself out from behind her shoulder. Before she could release a shout of joy, the prim voice of Dorothy poked at her mind again.
    “Are you ignoring me? That’s not very lady like you know.” Erza was dragged from her daze of happiness back into reality, the reality of falling. The reality in which if she did not do something right about now, she might end up as a human pancake. She turned her attention to the indignant chara floating above her head, and yelled above the wind.
    “There’s no time for lectures right now!” Erza shouted, “In case you didn’t notice, we are approaching the ground at high speeds!” Dorothy tugged on her braid again.
    “Yes I did happen to notice. May I ask you to kindly to start the transformation sequence?” Erza turned red, all she could think to herself was: Oh yeah, that would help wouldn’t it? She wished Dorothy didn’t have such a talent for making her feel stupid. Erza screamed out the words for her transformation, but they where ripped away on the wind as she fell, not heard by either of her friends.
    “MY HEART, UNLOCK!” Erza stopped falling instantly, and blinding light exploded from her forming a round ball shaped shell. Erza was inside that shell, the light enveloping her, sending a tingling feeling up her legs, into her chest, and out through her arms and head. The transformation had begun. She felt Dorothy enter her heart, shaping her body and brain to the required forms for her ability’s to activate. Ribbons of light shout from everywhere, wrapping themselves around her body. She felt the ribbons take shape, molding into clothing and weaving her hair into a long braid that ran down her back. The light fell away from her, revealing the clothing’s final form. Than, as if by magic, the entire shell of light exploded into a rain of sparkles, leaving Erza floating in the air. Words flowed out of her mouth as if they had a will of their own. “Character Transformation, Lady Ribbon!” Even now, as she floated high above the ground, she could see her friends breaking free of their own bubbles of light. There was a momentary silence, all was still, than Erza looked down... She turned red again. “Oh great.” She mumbled, “This girly outfit again.” Her new clothing consisted of a short frilly pink and white dress, with a blue bow garnished with crystals on it’s front. Her hair accessory was just as gaudy, it was a tiny crown made of gold and diamond, with small pink bows all over it’s base. Tiny white gloves with pink bows draped themselves elegantly on her hands. Her shoes where small, dainty, and a pretty wine color. They to where covered with tiny gems. Just up to her knees, pearl white socks with golden threads woven into them stuck to her legs. Her hair was done up in a long french braid, which swished pleasantly in the wind.
    “You could say thank you for saving me, instead of complaining.” Dorothy said from inside her head in an irritated tone. Erza could almost see her tiny chara tugging her braids again. Instead of replying to Dorothy, because she was sure she would say something wrong or improper, Erza flew off towards her friends. Mei wouldn’t stand a chance now. Erza WOULD get revenge for Shana, Mei had signed her death warrant.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

NO IT IS NOT!

AAWDUGQWEPFGQWFGUWGFGWEFIUGEWRUFGERIUG!!! MY MOTHER CALLED THE 1954 Bentley R-Type Continental STINGY! SHE CALLED IT STINGY!!!! THAN SHE CROSSED THE LINE FURTHER BY CALLING IT A GRANDPA CAR!! RAWR!

Edit: My mother has just walked into the room, and read my post. I yelled at her for calling the Bentley a stinge-mobile, because it's Skulduggery's car, and Skulduggery ALWAYS has wonderful taste. Than she flung it back in my face by saying he's dead, and his brain rotted away or whatever, so he should have no sense of taste whatsoever. I will now bang my head on the keyboard to express my anger: 

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Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Chibi

NURGH! This looks so bad DX. My stupid tablet broke down, AGAIN, and I had to draw this with my mouse. I don't like it very much, but I thought I'd post it anyway because I intended it to be my new icon. (Yes, this is my OC.) Once I get a better tablet I'll draw something much better... YARB! The hands look like blobs...

Sunday, May 29, 2011

About Kallista.

     Okay, I'll admit, I've never really met or talked to Kallista before. But from what I've been getting, It seems she's a really nice person. PLEASE don't go! We need all the nice people we can get in this world to level out the haters. If we don't have nice people around, we would all lapse into mental depression and the world would explode. SO PLEASE STAY! PLEASE! BLOG LAND SHALL DIE IF YOU GO! Also, it seems she's a good friend of my buds Thalia and Mar. I need someone to be there for them when I can't. I will start a petition. Anyone who wishes for Kallista to stay will sign below with their blog name, than Kallista can E-mail this page to her parents so that they may see the will of Blogland. LET THE SIGNING BEGIN!

Saturday, May 28, 2011

I hate computers!

the title says it all. I was working on a drawing, than the stupid computer crashed. Now I have to start over from scratch.

Gods of the Project




We had to do this thing for our computer classes in which we had to create a unique civilization. I was in charge of the religion corner, and I drew the gods. Why did I post my crappy drawings? I had nothing better to do with my life. XD

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Ug...

    I was just trapped inside a resteraunt for an HOUR AND THIRTY MINUTES! It began raining like a typhoon, and its thundering outside so loudly its hurting my ears... I swear we're going to have a tornado, the wind is so bad. It had already knocked over three trees in my back yard when I got home. I was improsioned in a god forsaken forgin resteraunt where the waiters kept going around talking in a strange language that sounded like a cross between Chinese and Yiddish. I swear, if I had to spend one more minute in there I would have had to get my own little padded room. I think I'm going to hide in my basement now, because it looks like a hurricane slash tornado outside.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

A Few Questions.

#1: Thalia, how was the Orange J last night? Did Rupert's band do well? (I'm sorry I didn't come to help you through the boredom! I had a dance show last night...)
#2: Thalia, ARE YOU EVER GOING TO SEND ME THE SCRIPT!?
#3: Mar, when do you plan to start writing part 13? Everyone's waiting for your awesomeness to be published.
#4: Mr.K, are you still on blogland? Because if you're not, I'll forcefully drag you back. >:D

Saturday, May 21, 2011

I had cake for breakfast! 。◕‿◕。

I think I'm gonna die from lack of sleep... I went to a sleep over at a dance class friend's house for her B-day. (I shall call her Rebbeca)We had a bunch of fun starting a war against her brother and his friend. They threw pinecones at me, and I returned the insult by chasing after them laughing like a maniac, wielding a stick screaming, "RAWR! I'M DEATH ON THE WIND!" Our army won after we pelted them with grass and sticks, and got Rebbeca's dog Coco to chase after them. After eating 3 slices of pizza, and 2 slices of cake, everyone got really bored. We ended up creating a new dance which we dubbed, "The Party Reel." Even then it still wasn't dark enough outside for a little something we where going to do later. (you'll find this out eventually) We went inside to draw, and everyone started to drool over a manga style drawing I was working on for art club. Rebbeca's Mom went crazy over it. One of the younger girls stole my notebook so she could show all of the adults at the party, but not before I had chased after her screaming, "BAD LITTLE MUNCHKIN, BAD!" Running around in the yard like the good little crazy people we were for a few hours, It FINALLY got dark enough. Rebbeca's Mom dragged out one of those things that can project an image onto the wall, and we got to see Michal Flatly's Lord of The Dance in super-size on the garage. All the while we got to roast marsh mellows over a fire. I lit mine of aflame, and started tormenting Rebbeca's brother again. I think a little girl waving burning marsh mellows in your face would be terrifying to anyone. Unfortunately, one of my mellows (that's what I call 'em) fell off of my stick, so I had to roast another one. Then we started to watch a show we had put on in the past, (Something or other Ireland) and I got bored. I started to dig up old cardboard boxes, shred them, and throw them into the fire. Don't ask me why, I just really enjoy things like that. BURN BOXES BURN!! Ehem, back to the story. We where all really tired, and felt like we where going to collapse at any moment. So we decided to go to sleep. The small child kept kicking me, and rolling over me, so I ended up on the couch. While we where asleep, Coco caused some mischief. Rebbeca's house is armed with a security system which you can turn off and on at will. Whenever you open a window or door, an alarm goes off, and the police are alerted. At about 7:00 in the morning, Coco wanted to go out. I don't know how, but she somehow manged to open the door. We all woke up to "ALERT ALERT, LEAVE NOW!" I felt sorry for Rebbeca's Mom, she had to call the police to explain that her dog had opened a door by accident. Because everyone was to tired to really cook up anything, we had leftover B-day cake and doughnuts for breakfast. Want to know which one I had for breakfast? Hint, title, hint hint. Rebbeca's dad joked that he would text our dance teacher, and tell her that we where eating cake and other various confections. I gave him the look and pointed out that she might not yell at us, but at him for letting us eat the cake. That was the end of that. I nearly died at dance I was so tired. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to take an extensive nap.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

SC fanfic part 12 :D

Nuu~ Tis finished. Sit back, relax, and hope you don’t die from my horrible writing skills. XD
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           Erza nearly jumped through the ceiling as her phone went off. At first she thought the annoying beeping coming from her phone was her alarm clock, and she sprang from her bed, her bed head frizzing everywhere and screamed, “I’M UP!” She stood in the middle of her room for a moment, in a mess of tangled blankets, and she realized her phone was vibrating on her bedside table. Shucking of her toga of sheets, she grabbed her phone to check the caller ID. “I swear if it’s a salesman I’m going to roast him alive for waking me up at 1:30” She mumbled grumpily to herself as she blinked the mist of sleep from her eyes to clear them. Erza’s eyes widened as she saw Holo’s number on the screen of her phone. “This cannot be good.” She thought to herself. Somewhere in the back of her head, her very annoying sixth sense was screaming, “DANGER, DANGER, ALERT, ALERT!” Shaking her head to rid it of the ominous thoughts, she flipped open her phone, hoping Holo would have a VERY good excuse for making her drag herself out of bed at an unthinkable hour of the morning. There was scilence for a moment, than Holo exploded.         “OMGERZAWHATTOOKYOUSOLONGTOANSWERYOURPHONEISAWSHANAONTHETOPOFTHECRISTMASCOMPANYANDITHINKSOMETHINGSWRONGAND--”
“HOLO WOULD YOU SLOW DOWN!?” Erza screamed at her phone, “I CAN’T UNDERSTAND A SINGLE WORD YOUR SAYING, I DON’T SPEEK GIBBERISH, COMPREHENDE?” There was a pause, than Holo seemed to calm down. “Ehem, sorry about that.” She mumbled. Than it was Erza’s turn to be explosive. “WHY, in the name of the golden god Derek Landy himself, did you wake me up, AT 1:30 IN THE MORNING?” On the other end, Holo sighed. “Sorry Erza. I just saw Shana on the top of the Christmas Company building, and I think something might be wrong, If it’s convenient, I need you to come quickly.” There was a pause, than Holo spoke up again. “Actually, scratch that, I need you to come quickly even if it’s inconvenient. See ya there, FREDDY!” There was a wicked cackling from Holo’s end of the conversation, than a long beep signifying the she had hung up. Erza’s hands shook with rage as she shrieked at her phone. “MY NAME IS NOT FREDDY, DARN IT ALL!” She held her phone in a grip that would have crushed a normal person’s hand, than let her muscles relax. She really didn’t feel like getting up to save people right now, but if it was her best friend, she would wake herself up at anytime of day to help. She walked across the room to rummage through her drawers. Pulling out a pair of deep green sweat pants, she quickly through them on, despite the fact that they clashed with her reddish-pink Pj top, making her look like a mutated walking watermelon. She grabbed her favorite white hoodie, and was in the process of putting it on as she opened the door, right into the face of one of her extremely annoying family members. Her tiny blonde cousin, second, twice removed, or whatever, sat on the carpeted hallway floor rubbing her forehead vigorously. “Lucy, what are you doing here?” Erza asked with a tone of restrained anger. “I came to see what all the noise was about.” Lucy replied staring up at Erza with her round, blue eyes. The fact was, Erza’s entire family, distant and close, was crammed into one entire house. She didn’t have any siblings to speak of, but the evil munchkin part of her family, namely her little cousins, where more than enough. Her parents had been thrilled at the thought of living with the entire family, but Erza, as she usually was with most things, was not very amused. “It’ll be like living in a wizards guild from the medieval times!” Her father had said, but she still hadn’t gotten used to the entire idea. Staring down at her annoying little cousin, she replied bluntly, “I’m going somewhere.” Lucy blinked. “Can I come?” Erza gave her a cold stare. “No, this is for big girls only.”
She began walking away when Lucy grabbed her leg, and clung like a leach. ‘Where are you going?” Erza threw her hands up in exasperation. “Over the rainbow. Where do think I’m going!?” Lucy stared up at Erza and blinked again. “I dunno, that’s why I was asking you.” Erza loomed over Lucy, and said in a hard voice, “I’m going out for a little night air stroll because it was stuffy in my room, and I want to get some fresh air. I DO NOT need any extra baggage on my trip, nor any little annoying cousins. NOW, YOU ARE TO COVER FOR ME UNTIL I GET BACK, DO I MAKE MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR?” Lucy let go of Erza’s leg and scooted back a few paces. “Uh, yes ma’am!” Lucy said, throwing a hasty solute, than dashing off to her room. Erza sighed, Lucy could be annoying, but secretly, she was pretty fond of the little witch. Realizing she had wasted enough time warding off her family member, she shot out of the house, not bothering to tame the red blob of hair bed head had left her with, and into the streets. The street lights cast warped shadows as she dashed around block after block, speeding towards Tokyo. 
    Being the fastest runner out of the entire group, Erza was there in no time. Scrambling down the last side walk, she turned to see Holo splayed out on the steps of the Christmas Company, waiting for her. Waving her hands rapidly she shouted out to her friend. “Hey Holo!” Holo turned and nearly rolled of the steps as she screamed. “YAAGH! IT’S MEDUSA!” Erza shook her head as she walked forward, running her hands through her hair in a futile attempt to make it neater. “Honestly Holo, you know it’s me, and don’t shout like that, do you want to wake the whole of Tokyo and have an angry mob of people with pitchforks come after us because we gave them an unneeded wake up call?” Holo sat up and bent backwards, cracking her back. “Ah, thats better. Honestly Erza, you should’ve combed your hair before you came here.” Erza stuck her tongue out at Holo. “This is coming from the person who told me to come quickly at any cost. Unfortunately, that cost was my hair. AND if you must know, I was attacked by one of my demonic munchkin cousins again.” Rolling her eyes, Holo looked up at the looming building of solid rock, that dwarfed the two in it’s shadow. “Well.” Holo said turing to Erza, “Are you ready to kick Christmas Company butt?” Erza grinned wickedly as she pulled and enormous war ax from thin air. “You bet.”

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AND, curtain! What shall happen to Shana? The answer is... THE ANSWER IS! (Coming up after the commercial break)

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Dinner Conversation

Today's conversation at the dinner table ended up really strange... First it was about the wacky hats that the people at the Kentucky Derby wore. Than it somehow got into the fact that the dish we were eating at the moment was originally made with squirrel meat. After that put me off my dinner, mother explained now it as made with chicken. My parents than began to talk about how their grandparents had to hunt with rifles, and how back in the day, everyone had one. It turns out my grandmother used to hunt for fun, and after dinner we dug up a picture of her with a rifle and grinning madly, holding a dead deer up for the camera to see. Family history, it's so much fun to know your grandmother used to go out and kill for fun. After that conversation topic had died, we took a little trip back in time and talked about all those prehistoric people who were hunter gatherers. Which lead to the topic of wolves and how they ate people if they where hungry enough. Than the following happened:

Dad: You know what I saw today on the way back from my photo shoot?

Me: A wolf eating someone?

Dad: *Stares at me strangely* No, a bobcat!

Me: And this relates to the conversation how?

And that was the end of that.  The last thing that happened was mom and I ended up arguing over whether the orchids dad had bought looked like popcorn, or fluffy skirts.

Friday, May 6, 2011

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Shugo Chara Fan fic. Part 9

YAY! I get to do the fighting scene! I love violence...
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      All at once the battle exploded around Erza. She whirled her sword and laughed, she was BORN for this! Not about to miss out on the fun, Erza screamed and charged straight at the man who had called her cute. Snarling, she brought the sword down on to his head. He swiftly dodged and sprang out into the sunlight. Now that she could get a good look at him, she took in the scene, implanting the image of her enemy in her brain. He was a red head, and was quite tall. He seemed about Ikuto’s age. Strangely enough, he had a fox’s ear’s and tail that stuck out of his black pants just below his baggy brown hoodie. He turned and grinned at her, his eye’s where a deep jade color, and his teeth almost seemed pointed.
    
      “Watch where your pointing that thing.” he said, grinning even wider, “You could hurt someone.” Erza surprisingly returned the smile. “But maiming annoying little fox boy’s is so much fun!” Than her smiled dropped, and she rushed towards him screeching, swinging her sword like a windmill. Just barley managing to dodge, the fox boy turned and threw a knife with expert skill. Erza’s armor saved her, and the knife clanked off it, bouncing away harmlessly. Standing upright angrily,  Erza yelled at her enemy through gritted teeth. “So you like to play with knives do you, little fox boy?” The fox boy turned and grinned, licking his knife blade.
     
      “I wouldn’t talk if I where you.” he said impudently, “You’re pretty small yourself.” Erza fumed and did a little dance of rage. “Well there’s nothing small about my muscles or my blade!” she said, and hurled the sword with all of her might. This time the boy wasn’t fast enough, and he cried out as the sword pierced his shoulder, and pinned him to the tree directly behind his back. He grunted with effort as he pulled the blade out and threw it, then the sword evaporated as if it had all been an illusion.
      
       “That was going too far!” he said in a low, angry, voice as he tried to stanch the blood flowing from his shoulder. “I’ll teach you that cute little girl’s shouldn’t go sticking their noses where they aren’t wanted.” There it was again, that word, cute. Something snapped inside Erza, and she began giving full vent to her spleen. “WHY YOU IMPUDENT LITTLE FOX!” She shrieked angrily, her voice rising an octave with every word. “I’LL CHOP OFF YOUR TAIL AND USE IT TO DECORATE MY ROOM! I’LL KILL YOU AND FEAST ON YOU’RE ROTTING FLESH! I’LL, I’LL!” The fox boy put a finger in his ear and moved it around as if something was stuck in it.

     “Yeesh, your loud!” He complained, “Could you spare my poor ears your rambling?” Erza shut her mouth with all the will power she had, than took several deep breaths to calm herself. “I have to stay calm in order to fight correctly.” She told her self, “If only I had something I could stab him with from a distance...” Immediately, Erza’s right hand began glowing, and a large war pike appeared in it. She grinned and twirled it above her head, than brought it down on the ground with a bang. Looking up at the sky she murmured, “Thank you god, or goddess, or who ever you are.” Than she turned her attention back to her enemy. Twirling it once more, she pointed it straight at the fox boy and charged, preparing to shish kebob her attacker. Once more he dodged out of range, and the pike’s head buried itself into the tree. She yanked it out with force, and was about to turn and send her enemy flying, when Holo cried out. Whipping around Erza saw the strange girl in the cloak bearing down on her friend. Holo had a bloody gash on one of her arms, and was on the ground, completely exposed. Feeling rage boil up in her for the girl who had just hurt Holo, she charged at the girl, screaming at the top of her lungs. “GET AWAY FROM HER!” Holo had given just as good as she got, and the girl didn’t have the strength to dodge Erza’s smashing blow with the end of the massive pike. Slamming into another tree, the girl slumped, momentarily stunned.

     “You okay dog girl?” Erza said pulling Holo up.

     “It’s Holo, by the way.” Holo said giving Erza a playful shove.
   
     “Well it’s not now.” Erza said with a grin.
   
     “You used my own words against me!?” Holo said scrunching her face in to a comical frown.

     “Pretty much.” Erza said with a shrug.

      “I hate you.” Holo said with a pouting face.

      “I love you to.” Erza replied as she turned on her heel to help Shana with Mei.

      Shana was holding out well against Mei, who was grunting with the force of parrying  Shana’s blows. Not expecting the new opponent, Mei screeched as Erza bowled into her like lighting, knocking the breath out if her. “Hey!” Shana said, “I was just about to finish her off!” Erza rolled her eye’s. “Leave some fun for me will ya?” she said playfully. Most literally clawing her way over to her friends, Holo joined them in their assault. “Hey, hey! Don’t leave me out!” Standing back to back, the three formed a deadly triangle, slashing at any enemy within reach. Suddenly the fox boy sprang from the branches of a tree and practically landed on Erza, knife point downward.

“It’s rude to leave your enemy while in battle.” He said, his face an inch away from hers as she blocked his knife thrust with her pike. “What am I? Chopped liver?” Erza gave an evil smile and flung the fox boy backward with a shove from her implement of war. “You will be when I’m finished with you!” she screamed. Within the blink of an eye, the three girls had formed a line, and began barreling into their enemy like an angry steamroller.

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Who will win? THATS FOR MAR TO DECIDE!

Part 8: http://yourealllatefortea.blogspot.com/

(When it comes out) Part 10: http://mar-chusbloginblogland.blogspot.com/

Monday, April 25, 2011

Strange coversation.

REPLAY OF EVENTS:

Me: *walks to easter basket & takes out a chocolate bunny*
Me: *begins nibbling*
Mom: That poor bunny...
Me: Mom, it's an inanimate object, it can't feel pain.
Mom: Not true, I can hear it screaming.
Me: *savagely bites off bunny's head* Ha, there, I decapitated it. No little bunny shrieks of terror.
Mom: I can hear the coco beans screaming.
Me: Mother, the beans aren't alive and weren't in the first place. And if they even if they were alive, they would be dead now. They got ground into powder, and cooked, I think they would be fully deceased at this point.
Mom: They're still alive, I can hear them.
Me: I give up. *walks away still nibbling bunny*

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Happy Easter!

Heellooo and Happy Easter! Yup, that's me, minus the bunny ears. I'm holding my pokeball egg, and does anyone see the reference from the easter eggs in the basket. *Cough*my chara eggs*Cough* Then I borrowed Gilbird for the pic. (Sorry Prussia, I might not give him back.) I hope you all had an Easter just as good as mine, and that your basket was full to the brim with chocolates. >w<  

(I hereby dedicate this picture to my two best buds, Thalia and Mar. Have a great Easter you two!) 

Friday, April 22, 2011

SC Fanfiction Part 6

 Okay, so now you people leave me with an exploding window? What am I supposed to do? I could add on to exploding bunnies, been there, done that. But windows... This is going to be difficult...
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    Erza shrieked as glass flew everywhere, bringing her arms to her face to shield it from the glittering fragments that where blown every which way. She bit her lip as she felt a few shards dig into her arm. Bringing her arms away from her face, she saw, floating just above the window sill, a tiny chara dressed as a doll. She stared, open mouthed at the sight, until a groan pulled her back from la la land. "Ow, ow.." Shana said as she tried to stifle the blood that was flowing from a fresh cut just above her left eye. Holo pulled a tissue out of her pocket and handed it to Shana.

"Here, try this."

"Have you already blown your nose on it?"

"Shana, just take the tissue."

     But Erza wasn't listing to the conversation, she felt a burning rage build up inside of her.  "Who do you think you are!?" Erza yelled at the chara, waving a half eaten piece of bread at it to emphasize her point, "Do you think you can just blow up windows, and hurt my friends!?" The chara glared at her and answered coldly. "Who I am is of no concern to you, but you don't seem to have eggs with you as I sensed, so I bid you good day." The chara floated off huffily, and the enraged Erza threw a fork after it. "And don't come back!" She retorted rudely at it's slowly vanishing figure.

"Don't look now, but I think we've got company..." Holo said. Sure enough, the sound of footsteps clambering up the stairs towards the three announced the arrival of a large group of people. Tadase's head poked itself over the top of the stairs. "What's going on here?" He said commandingly as he reached them, the other guardians just a few paces behind them. "We, um... well." Shana stammered out. SAving Shana from having to explain, Holo spoke out. "I think you'll find this interesting, should we talk about it over tea?" Erza shook her head. "Charas that can make windows explode, this WILL be interesting..."
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Yay for more horribly written stuff, I suck. XD

SC Fanfiction Part 3

Why Mar? WHY? You know I can't write! I can't write anything decent at all! This part is most likely going to be painfully short, and will stink to high heaven. If I kill anyone, I'm sorry, I'll make sure you have a nice funeral.
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   The moment she heard the word flood, Erza panicked. She hated water, she absolutely totally and utterly LOATHED water. And right about now, she didn't have the courage to face water either. But Mekio wasn't here to help with that. All four of them, gone! Being the only one of her friends that seemed to have a normal amount of chara's, she thought maybe her chara's would stay. But they all dissappeared into thin air, like some vanishing act in a cheesy magic show. All four of then had been really close to her, so losing them was like a smack to the face.

   Her long reddish-brown hair streamed out behind her as he ran through the corridors of the school, dodging stinging rumors.

"Did you hear? she lost it again today."

"Wouldn't want to be friends with her."

"She's mental, she gets angry at everything."

   Truth was in part of that, Erza wasn't the best handler of a grudge. She hated it when she saw others being pushed around like she once was, but more than often her efforts to shew away the bullies ended in a conflict resembling mortal combat. But part of her brain didn't hear the gossipers, part of her brain wasn't there to give them a piece of her mind. Erza kept dashing about looking for her two best friends, Shana and Holo. Sloshing through the various puddles that specked the hallway, she called out for them.  "SHANA, HOLO! WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Erza! Is that you?" Sighing with relief, Erza speed down the hallway to a very soaked Holo. "You alright?" Shaking herself off, Holo reassured Erza. "I'm just wet, that's all, no damage done." But the two were about to get a lot more wet. As if prompted by Holo's words, what seemed like an entire tidal wave of water surged down the hallway towards them. Erza promptly screamed and clung to Holo for dear life. "YAAGGH!" She shrieked, "WATER! LOTS AND LOTS OF WATER!" Holo wriggled in Erza's rib crushing grip, gasping for air.

"Erza, please..." She choked out, "You're breaking me." It took a few seconds for Erza to calm down, but she eventually released Holo. Sucking in air like a vacuum cleaner, Holo feel to her knee's, bringing her up to her shoulders in water.  The two stood stunned for a moment, than Erza broke the silence.

"So..., What do we do now?

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That was terrible. If you, by some slim chance, survived my horrible writing skills, than I give you a hearty congrats. You just won the game.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

New Blog Thing...

For those of you who don't know, I've been writing out a story for the Dumpling Army. Sometimes we just refer to it as the D.A. Just so we're clear on this, I'm NOT talking about Dumbledore's Army. I don't really want to post it on the current blog, just because the story would be mixed in with other random blog posts. So I'm making a different blog that's devoted entirely to the story of the D.A. See ya there! >w<
 
 LINK: ---> http://thetalesoftheda.blogspot.com/

Thursday, April 14, 2011

A Standard Lunch & Recess

   I don't know why, but I really wanted to blog about today's lunch and recess. Just so we get this straight, this is a perfectly normal day for us. It stared off with Mar starving, and attempting to scavange food from Thalia and I. She got really happy when Thalia gave her chips, but I didn't have anything to offer, so she got depressed again. Then came the usual stampede of people trying to be the first in the lunch line. After all that was over I pulled out my dessert, some kind of chocolate covered cookie thing. Mar instantly started to beg, so I had to give her some. Then she did this strange arm squiggle thing, which I THINK was a happy dance... That's pretty much it for the lunch part of it. Then when we went out to recess, which lasts about five seconds, and began to add more on to our really random Skulduggery fanfic. (Which you still need to post Mar) Then near the end of our five second recess, some guy with a bloody nose had the bright idea to sneak up on Thalia and startle her. Well, it worked, a little to well. Mar told her to think of fluffy bunnies to make her feel better. Then Thalia started to hallucinate. She kept shreiking. "WHY ARE THE BUNNIES EXPLODING, WHY!? ANSWER MY QUESTION!!!!" I will say once again, all of this is perfectly normal. Now if you excuse me, I'm going to have more of those chocolate covered cookie things, they were good!

Thursday, March 31, 2011

Suckish Spring Break

     *sneeze, cough* Uh, hello. Mir here. As you can most likely tell, I'm currently on spring break, and it's not going to well. *blows nose* Neither am I. ATCHOO! *sniffles* I have a really bad cold, and if I was speaking right now, you wouldn't be able to understand it, it would all be gibberish. *sneezes again* I had to skip half of my dance class because of this stupid- ATCHOO! Cold... And just to rub it in my face, nature made it snow. DARN IT ALL!! IT'S GOD FORSAKEN SPRING!! I SHOULD BE PERFECTLY HEALTHY, AND BE ABLE TO GO OUTSIDE WITH OUT LANDING IN THREE FEET OF SNOW!!! IT SHOULD BE SUNNY!! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE A COLD, AND IT SHOULDN'T BE COLD!!! *cough, gag* Ow, ow... stupid cold...

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Cuz I was bored...

I drew this on MS paint out of boredom...

A Day of Laughter and Dancing

        Tee, hee. I was laughing so hard today! I had about three laughing fits today, the first two where at my dance competition. It's a little late to mention this, but for those of you who don't know me very well, I do Irish dance! While I was at the competition, Mom was getting my hair ready. I was staring off into space, and she sprayed the hair spray, all over the back of my neck. It was cold, FREEZING COLD, and it startled me. I screamed, and everyone stared at me. Then I started laughing so hard I feel out of my chair. Pretty soon, the entire room was in fits of hysteric laughter. Then I started dancing. My shoe came loose, and at the very end of the dance I kicked and my shoe went flying. My Mom went into baseball player mode, and jumped to catch it. Someone said, "Nice catch!," and that was enough to send the room into bales of laughter again. The next fit of laughter was while we were eating dinner. We had gone to an Irish Pub call Mavis Winkles. Note: Fans of Hetalia will get this. My Dad picked up the menu and glanced over it. He pulled a face at the end and said, "Better stay away from the English food, It's not very good." I don't know why but it made me think England was the cook in the kitchen. That made me laugh so hard I had to cover my mouth to keep me from spitting out my milk. That's pretty much it, but I wish I had laughed a bit more. Sorry for the crappy ending, but I'm to lazy to write a good one. XD

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

My Cat The Strange One

    I was eating dinner when my cat walked into the dining room. Instead of instantly coming over to the table for his daily begging ritual, (I swear that cat's part dog) he veered to the left, towards my computer. I thought it was strange, considering there was chicken on the table. But then I saw what he was going for. I had a party horn left over from a new years party, and on the end of it, was shiny golden tinsel. Don't ask me why, he's just a magnet to that kind of thing. The even stranger thing is that he likes to eat it. Yes, my cat, the tinsel-o-vaur. I had to pull him away from it, or else when we woke up in the morning there would be sparkly cat barf everywhere. Yea, FUN. It was even worse during Easter when he ate an entire BASKET FULL of shiny easter grass. End result = YUCK. But that's not all, it was even stranger when he was a kitten. He was a shelter cat, and had come from a large litter, so he was used to stealing food to get enough to eat. (He's grown out of that habit though, thank God.) A few weeks after we got him came the "butter incident". I was three at the time. Mom was making some sort of pastry, and left an entire stick of butter on the counter. While no one was looking, he jumped up on the table, and dragged it into the basement. There was a bit of confusion when Mom came back, but she ended up just going to the store to get another one. About two to three hours later I went down into the basement. The sight that greeted me was a half eaten stick of butter and one very sick cat. He walked about two paces forward, and threw up all over the carpet. Since I was three this scared me quite a bit, and I ran up the stairs shrieking "KITTY BARF, KITTY BARF!" at the top of my squeaky three year old voice. I frightened my mother, but I guess anyone would be if their three year old daughter ran up the stairs screaming bloody murder, or in this case, kitty barf. I would tell you more, like the story about the potato, and my cat's strange habit of only wanting to expel his previous meals in the basement, but I am starting to get tired. Plus I need to finish my Pokemon White game. XD Did I mention my cat has a mustache? PICTURE ABOVE

Monday, March 21, 2011

My Crazy Teachers...

   Male teachers should come with a warning, or at least the ones I have should... Mr. Kapostasy and Mr. Potiker or nice, but they're still crazy. Just a few days ago in Mr. K's class this guy named Tyler sat on someone, that person than shoved him and said, "Dude, you're on my foot!" One of the people than laughed and said that would make a good song. Mr. K took it seriously, and dragged his guitar out. By the end of class, he had composed an entire song based on the words, "Dude you're on my foot."  Also, he finds the weirdest articles to do research off of. One of them was about a person in a Chewbacca suit attacking some tourists. The end result was looking Chewbacca up on Youtube to see what we could find. What we ended up finding is a strange techno song, and the only words in the entire song were, "CHEWBACCA! WHAT A WOOKIE!" Than there is Mr. P, he's the cheesy joke king. He's even worse than my Dad, which is really, REALLY, bad. Trust me, if you had to live with my father 24/7 you would know what I'm talking about, my mother once threatened to lock him in the closet it was so bad. He also give everyone nicknames. One person in my class is named Brandon Chatman. His initials are B.C., so   Mr. P calls him caveman. *Sighs* Why is life so strange sometimes?