tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19187761561932548942024-03-12T20:57:29.638-04:00Heavy BoyPale as the clouds, with all their imitation-silver linings.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-1668069581091412222011-07-04T14:26:00.001-04:002011-07-04T14:27:32.813-04:00Messenger's Report<div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">I'm here to report the death of Jonas Dorowitz. You know him as Joce. What with all that's been happening lately, it took a while to get this done.</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">He was abducted by one of our people two weeks ago, given a whiff of chloroform, and then hauled over to a pit at some construction site filled with rainwater, where his head was shoved underwater until, well...you know. Pretty brutal, yeah, but what's done is done.<br />
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His body was then cremated, and his ashes spread over the Hollywood sign. Overkill, in my opinion, but hey, Janus apparently has a flair for the dramatic. Jonas' parents were told that he had been in a car accident, and that his body had been too maimed to be recovered.<br />
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Let's all have a moment of silence for Jonas Dorowitz, Jon Joce, bard of truths.<br />
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Okay, blog's over. Nothing to see here, people. Move along.<br />
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-Don't Shoot The Messenger-</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-38241135835590429502011-06-21T21:56:00.000-04:002011-06-21T21:56:02.481-04:00S⊗ much fun<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;">The crime rates in California are so high that nobody notices one more death. Well, of course they do. But they don't care. Yes they do. No, they don't!</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">I've heard drowning is a bad way to go. And in that disgusting rainwater, too. Unless you like that sort of thing. Which nobody does. Yes they do. No, they don't.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Anyway, goodbye.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-85718821113946095722011-06-15T09:05:00.000-04:002011-06-15T09:05:43.597-04:00Seventy-⊗neSince the twerp is too difficult to turn, I'm just supposed to make him have an accident. No I'm not. Yes I am.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">What kind of accident?</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Hm.</div><br />
Hit by a car? Too obvious. Too obvious.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Um...</div><br />
Well, the dragon-thing isn't a problem anymore. Or a dragon. I'll take credit for that. No I won't. I messed with his eyes a little. It was just a gecko. No it wasn't. But he's sort of unconscious now. Yes he is. The boy. Not the gecko. Exactly. Good.<br />
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Right. Thrown off a building? Too contrived. No it's not. That could work. No it couldn't.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Well, I'll let you know if I manage something. No I won't. Gotta be a secret. No it doesn't. I love bragging.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-37853434762090993402011-06-09T18:28:00.000-04:002011-06-09T18:28:09.098-04:00Chapter Seventy: League TersenessAnd also Post #100.<br />
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So I've been feeling useless lately. One, I've got no kind of training. Of any kind. Two, I have no resources at my disposal; no weapons, no magic, no incredible intelligence (pretty good intelligence if I do say so myself, but it hasn't helped me so far), no <i>nothing</i>. The best things I have at my disposal are my imagination and unfathomable, yet oft-temporary optimism. And the best way I can put that to use is through writing. And so far the best my writing has done is...nothing. Unless you count it coming to life. And this is where we come to today's topic: writing coming to life. Not my writing, or anyone's writing in particular, really. Now, I'm not very sure of a lot of things anymore, especially not after the events of the last few months, but I'm fairly certain that right now, sitting there, across the room from me, as I rest here typing this on the good Samaritan's air mattress, sitting there, 'pon the windowsill, sitting there, is a reptile with certain avian, feline, and strangest of all mammalian qualities. I am fairly certain that this reptile is a bit hungry. I am fairly certain that this reptile is injured. I am fairly certain that I am astonished at the presence of such a reptile, though ever since I was little I have maintained a firm belief in this kind of reptile. I am fairly certain that this reptile is, indeed, as pale as the clouds, with all their imitation-silver linings. Finally, I am fairly certain that I have no idea what to feed to a dragon.<br />
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*Joooooooooooooooce. What do I do?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-6242209534229487132011-06-06T16:10:00.001-04:002011-06-06T16:11:41.666-04:00Chapter Sixty-Nine: California, Yeahhhh!<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CkfkiDRwXY">Take that, and rewind it back.</a><br />
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Obviously that's not an anagram but I wanted to do song lyrics for a post title once, because everyone has to at some time or another.<br />
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I have family here. I'm not sure if I should <i>go</i> to them, but they're here and maybe they can help. Until then I'm living in a good Samaritan's guest room. I have some money but not much - whatever I saved up of my allowance. Also, I haven't been able to get online for a while, so just this morning I went out to an Internet cafe (I do have a laptop with me, but it's charging) and managed to check the blogs, and apparently there is or was or is going to be an attack on San Francisco. Smart. I'm smart. So smart. Considering Scott only <a href="http://slendermanmustdie.blogspot.com/2011/06/fuck-this-cant-be-happening-this-simply.html">posted about it yesterday</a>, I'm guessing I could still be in trouble. Especially if Janus gets reinforcements.<br />
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In other news, Janus managed to follow me. Not like I wouldn't expect him to, but at least he's not hurting anyone at home.<br />
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Oh gods. I'm homesick. So homesick. I'm going to go write.<br />
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*JoceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-8346215269742481102011-06-01T19:36:00.002-04:002011-06-01T19:36:48.023-04:00Chapter Sixty-Eight: Owl Hounds' RuinShould I?<br />
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I have nothing to lose.<br />
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Except my life. But I'm no safer here with Janus.<br />
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Should I Run? Is that smart?<br />
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*JoceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-57860499464858711142011-05-27T22:26:00.002-04:002011-05-27T22:26:25.459-04:00Chapter Sixty-Seven: Joust Defend! Aha!How did you get back, Janus?<br />
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Why are you still alive?<br />
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And what sadistic plans do you have for me this time?<br />
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And where's Maze?<br />
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*JoceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-83659378690479712982011-05-26T14:54:00.002-04:002011-05-26T14:54:47.661-04:00Chapter Sixty-Six: Hell = Real, NeoHe's not scary.<br />
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He stopped being scary a long time ago, when I realized for myself what he is.<br />
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His servants aren't scary.<br />
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Janus stopped being scary the first time I heard him speak.<br />
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Maze - well, Maze was always a little scary.<br />
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Boggart wasn't around long enough to be scary.<br />
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Morningstar was never scary. Just sadistic.<br />
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Alder is too incompetent to be scary. Usually.<br />
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The list goes on and on. Not even the rain scares me anymore, really. Nothing is scary anymore.<br />
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So why am I so scared?<br />
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*JoceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-20059677171151490622011-05-24T16:14:00.000-04:002011-05-24T16:14:27.501-04:00Chapter Sixty-Five: Gorge BoastingBoggart left. I don't know where or why or how or what or when or whatever but I came home and he wasn't here. Which is good, because I didn't like him.<br />
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In other news, the <a href="http://getuphigh.blogspot.com/">return</a>, sort of, of M has spurred me to remember his three rules, so I am currently sitting on the roof of my house and typing this from my mom's Netbook.<br />
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He's doing that creepy head-tilt thing. How do I get him to leave me alone?<br />
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*Joce?<br />
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P.S. Screw that. I'm Joce.<br />
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*JoceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-44313700775515872422011-05-20T23:53:00.000-04:002011-05-20T23:53:16.876-04:00Chapter Sixty-Four: Accessory StuntFunny thing about constructs; they're all in the mind.<br />
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You give me rain, I give you a godsdamned umbrella.<br />
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Fuck you, Boggart, fuck you and your tea, and your Jaffa cakes and your gelato and your sushi and your fear,<br />
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fuck<br />
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you.<br />
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Fuck that.<br />
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In other news, I just saw Pirates 4, loved it. Reviews haven't been good. But I loved it.<br />
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*Joce?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-78335376546035155702011-05-19T14:43:00.001-04:002011-05-20T15:27:59.436-04:00Chapter Sixty-Three: Cruf's Names AreYou all don't seem to care much.<br />
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I mean, it's not like he's experiencing all of his living Nightmares in one very simple construct or anything.<br />
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Bugger it all. At least pray for him, will you? Especially considering he's inadvertently whacked me in the nose a few times, little shit that he is.<br />
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-BoggartUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-52322193989453851362011-05-13T15:00:00.002-04:002011-05-13T16:13:04.397-04:00Chapter Sixty-Two: Rarify Deaf<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">A shame that such simple things as technology set us back so far. Let's recap, yes?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Friday, the thirteenth of May, 2011.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Isn't it fun?</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">You know, <i>friggatriskaidekaphobia</i> isn't actually one thing - no, I take that back. It is. But the superstitions around Friday the thirteenth aren't - it's the result of a combination of the Fear of Friday and the Fear of thirteen. In some places, for example Italy (there's a <i>brilliant</i> gelato place on the outskirts of Venice - I can't remember what it's called, but <i>mm</i>), thirteen is <i>lucky </i>(in Italy, 17 is considered unlucky).</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Many consider seven to be a Lucky Number, as well as three, and <i>sometimes</i> five. Ten is a solid base used in many places. (What's wrong with the Metric System, Americans?)</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">In much of Asia, the number <i>four</i> is unlucky and related to <i>Death</i>, because the word for four in - Chinese, I <i>think</i> - and the word for Death are the same (<i>shi</i>).</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">In some other parts of Asia, like Japan (try sushi with honey and gelato, <i>mmmm</i>) the number <i>nine</i> is unlucky as well; the word for nine (<i>ku</i> or <i>kyu</i>) can be taken as shorthand for <i>kurushimu</i>, which means "Suffering" or "Pain".</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">What's that, mathematicians of the World? Oh, yes - <i>four</i> plus <i>nine</i> equals <i>thirteen</i>.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">In a more indirect example, if you take the 17 from before and subtract its first digit from its second, you get <i>six</i>, a number widely and wildly associated with the devil.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And unhappy day for all those poor folks at work or school today; the Japanese also have a word for literally working yourself to Death: <i>karoshi</i>.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And then there's <i>Phobias</i>. And <i>Phages</i>, and <i>Phobophages</i>, but we'll get to those later. Let's list a few of my favorites, shall we?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Dendrophobia: The Fear of Trees.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Erythrophobia/Erytophobia/Ereuthophobia: The Fear of Redlights, blushing, or red.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Nomatophobia: The Fear of Names.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Nyctophobia: The Fear of Dark or Night.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Ombrophobia/Pluviophobia: The Fear of Rain or being Rained on.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Taphephobia/Taphophobia: The Fear of being buried alive or of cemeteries.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Tyrannophobia: The Fear of Tyrants.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Xylophobia: The Fear of wood or Forests.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Zelophobia: The Fear of jealousy.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">So that's Fear in a nutshell for you. All in the mind. It may be so that the only thing to Fear is Fear itself, but then you end up Fearing the Fear of Fear and ugh, it's a bloody cycle. When you're feeling Fear, you're probably not feeling Fear, but instead the Fear of your expected Fear - he's said all this before, hasn't he? Well, I call it the Scarecrow Effect.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I've just told you quite a bit about myself, really, so I'm being <i>really</i> generous in not taunting you at all or anything. I'm feeling a bit peckish though, so I'm off to grab some Jaffa cakes. Make some tea. Oh, but I <i>do</i> love Jaffa and tea, as stereotypical of me as they may be.</span><br />
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</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">I'll keep his pattern nice and tidy for when he comes back. I <i>do</i> <i>so</i> love anagrams.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">-Boggart</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-12975979569863820772011-05-05T19:29:00.000-04:002011-05-05T19:29:32.552-04:00Chapter Sixty-One: A Guy's HymnRemember a long time ago when I postulated that the redlights are actually prostitutes, and the Slender Man is their pimp?<br />
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NEW THEORY: The Shy Guys are the redlights, and Bowser is their Master before he went on a serious diet.<br />
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They all wear red hoodies and masks. Granted, the redlights we've known usually don't wear masks, but still: Coincidence?<br />
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I think not.<br />
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Scary, huh?<br />
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*Joce?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-9238408175363783302011-05-04T18:24:00.000-04:002011-05-04T18:24:37.136-04:00Chapter Sixty: Tackles InflictCan't tell if sick, or just in incredible trouble. I've stayed at home both yesterday AND today and from the looks of things I'll probably stay at home again tomorrow, although my parents might not like that.<br />
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It's been happening a lot. The last few times I've been sick enough to stay home from school and we went to the doctor the doctor always says I'm fine. I never have a fever, but every other symptom instead. Stomachache, headache, earache, eyeache, everythingache, sore throat, nausea, you name it.<br />
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Although I do get to stay home from school, which is always a good thing.<br />
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*Joce?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-13998182175533558272011-04-30T18:17:00.001-04:002011-04-30T18:17:32.157-04:00Chapter Fifty-Nine: Venereal RoofEven Ved's disappeared now.<br />
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AND I'M BACK AT SCHOOL<br />
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MY LIFE IS STARTING TO SUCK<br />
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*Joce?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-67289231303490205952011-04-27T16:10:00.000-04:002011-04-27T16:10:20.668-04:00Chapter Fifty-Eight: None, Grampa T!Well, it's back to school and - where did Monday go? ARGH. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">While the cat's away</span><br />
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</span><br />
Stuff is probably gonna start going down, 'specially with Mr Reintegration Tablet. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">The mice will play</span><br />
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</span><br />
And just got Invisalign installed in my face. So that's great.<br />
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*Joce?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-85618021775448805842011-04-24T08:28:00.004-04:002011-04-24T12:06:40.426-04:00Chapter Fifty-Seven: Earthly AppealsAhhhh what the fuck happened to Saturday.<div><br /></div><div>The last thing I remember is coming down the hallway from the basement to my temporary bedroom/computer room/TV room and opening the door, which for some reason was closed when it's almost ALWAYS open. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It's true, it's true, he disappeared</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>After that? Blank until this morning, when I got EASTER CHOCOLATE YAY</div><div><br /></div><div>Favorite part. FAVORITE. PART.</div><div><br /></div><div>But that's not...I also got a lot of books and some shirts and stuff, but that's not the important part! Someone help me out. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Like the chocolate guy with bunny ears?</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. Look! <a href="http://utopiaverse.weebly.com/">http://utopiaverse.weebly.com/</a></div><div>I made a website-ish thing-esque thing for my books' universe.</div><div><br /></div><div>*Joce?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-27266852796370198332011-04-21T14:30:00.001-04:002011-04-21T14:30:42.421-04:00Chapter Fifty-Six, Page TwoI'm all alone now...the other two disappeared.<div><br /></div><div>-Ved</div>Inhumanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08805929618303887545noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-8298350439168454762011-04-20T10:36:00.003-04:002011-04-20T10:40:07.239-04:00Chapter Fifty-Six: Iced Picnic Cone<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/demotivational-posters-being-indecisive.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 548px;" src="http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/demotivational-posters-being-indecisive.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I just wanted to share this...didn't make it, but thought...well. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">In the trees, in the trees</span><br /><div><br /></div><div>*Joce? <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The place to be, the bee's knees</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-14075896958046949092011-04-19T16:30:00.003-04:002011-04-19T16:40:02.136-04:00Chapter Fifty-Five, Page Two<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:16px;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">I was searching through our garage today (a very dirty place) when I found this. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">We didn't make it, who could it be</span></span></span></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUvAf6uz9VM/Ta3xlnbm2LI/AAAAAAAAADo/u0V9u30I5Do/s1600/Young%2Bposter.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUvAf6uz9VM/Ta3xlnbm2LI/AAAAAAAAADo/u0V9u30I5Do/s320/Young%2Bposter.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597395540433623218" border="0" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-align: left;font-family:Georgia,serif;font-size:16px;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The text says:<br /><br />7 year olds or old-er<br />too scary, no little kids.<br />1 Penny each<br />Trust me, you'll love this game<br />Ace's paper stand.<br />On sale<br /><br />Obviously it feels like something I made a long time ago when a penny was rich. I can't remember what the game was or if I made any money or who Ace was (probably me), or the paper stand or whatever. It looks like my seven-year-old handwriting, that's for sure. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Could it be, could it be, could it be He?</span><br /><br />What I do remember is burning it.<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Tricky tricky, don't play with fire<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The reason I remember this is because it was about three, four months ago; before all this started. We were having a great fat bonfire, come one, come all, bring all your burnables, and I dug this up out of the garage, and I laughed at it, and I threw it in. There was a big WHOOSH. It made a really big spire of fire. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Despite whatever might be your desire<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Someone's giving me a message. Which SUCKS, because it's SPRING BREAK and the only two people I know personally who would want to do such a thing ARE DEAD.<br /><br />*Joce?<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-52240598067645781182011-04-19T09:24:00.003-04:002011-04-19T09:40:06.356-04:00Chapter Fifty-Five: Banker SprigSpring break is going awesome. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">We may not have shown ourselves in the ground</span><br /><div><br /></div><div>Also, I <i>just</i> read Reach's post about Ava being pregnant. I dunno how I missed that. The Power Of Love is strong! Admittedly it hasn't helped me much. But it's a good thing, even if it can't defeat the Slender Man, it can empower us to find another way. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But we're still around, oh, we're still around</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>That is all. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Forever and ever and ever around</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>*Joce?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-68071493204154958742011-04-17T23:42:00.002-04:002011-04-17T23:48:07.552-04:00Chapter Fifty-Four: Upstage Litany<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;">Wow, nice one, Joce, I just posted something without anything in it. Well, what I was TRYING to say was I just saw Rio (pretty good), I've got some soda (really good), and movie popcorn (bliss). <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Tasty snacky yummy treats</span><br /><div><br /></div><div>I'm also listening to the four-hour recording of our D&D session from yesterday, in which I flipped off the Prince of the Dark Fey Court (I tried to convince him it was a gesture of respect in halfling culture, but it didn't work). <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">All the best that can't be beat</span><br /></div><div><br />This Guess guy. I hate riddles. Why are you giving out MORE riddles? <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Give us something good to eat</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>...You're not the one leeching my wifi, are you? <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">And we won't trick you in the heat.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">*Joce?</span><br /></span></div></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-12017740788595167692011-04-16T19:22:00.001-04:002011-04-16T19:24:17.716-04:00Chapter Fifty-Three, Page TwoI question the survivability of our party - when both the drow ranger and drow druid get lost in the woods. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">We run and jump and leap and hide</span><br /><br />It was a part of the story, and they WERE enchanted woods, mind, but come <span style="font-style: italic;">on</span>. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Won't you look and see inside?<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">*Joce?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-44713017021933214112011-04-16T09:55:00.003-04:002011-04-19T18:48:43.175-04:00Chapter Fifty-Three: Scary, Noisy Id<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">You know, lots of us bloggers have some kind of idiosyncrasy - they hear voices, they have two personalities, they have superpowers. </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I spy, with my little eye<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">But...not me. My only problem is - well - not that. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Two little wittle homonculi,<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Well, that's a fun secret to give out. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Making trouble for Jo-Jo boy.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Om nom nom...Nothing to say, really - uh...EVERYONE SHOULD STOP BEING DEPRESSED IT'S NOT HELPING. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">The worst of pains has passed for now<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Spring breaaaaak. We have to do this year-long project for school, and I'm writing ANOTHER novel on top of the first one, but I don't have Microsoft Word installed on my computer :( <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">We're just making mischief, would you like to know how?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">*Joce? <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shan't reveal that, but shall tell you the words are coming alive for him, YOW!</span></span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1918776156193254894.post-55891435001058304542011-04-15T21:03:00.002-04:002011-04-15T21:07:45.369-04:00Chapter Fifty-Two, Page TwoI'd like to talk about something that's been bothering me: the Redlights. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Testing, testing, 123!</span><br /><br />The reason for this is I have a theory about them: they're prostitutes. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Look at me, you can't see!</span><br /><br />There's a lot of them, they show up everywhere, they make deals, they work for a violent man in a suit, they're tricky, and THEIR NAME IS REDLIGHT. Like...the Red-light district.<br /><br />I am actually...partially serious here.<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Invisible to all but me,</span><br /><br />I hope you laughed.<br /><br />DnD tomorrow. I'll try and record the session. My digital recorder has like, 75 hours available at any time, so, yeah, great. <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Testing, testing, 123.</span><br /><br />*Joce?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1