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I thank God for emulators. I enjoy playing video games and probably the best series I have ever played would be Final Fantasy. Probably the most famous Final Fantasy game is Final Fantasy VII where the main character is Cloud Strife.
My first encounter with this game series was when my older brother had picked up Final Fantasy Tactics for the PSX. Around the same time he also received Final Fantasy VII.
Later on, he got a disc from Pizza Hut. It was a demo disc with the newest Final Fantasy game on it; Final Fantasy VIII. I remember taking the game and playing the demo over and over in private, mashing buttons, having no clue what I was doing. I still own that disc to this day.
Eventually, I forgot about Final Fantasy, not that I even really cared for it in the first place. It was just a dumb old game to play...
AND THEN the Kingdom Hearts series came out. The Kingdom Hearts series involved the story of a boy with a key for a weapon. The series incorporated Final Fantasy and Disney characters in the same game. It was amazing. I eventually got the Game Boy Advance game of Kingdom Hearts from my grandmother. I remember the price, too. $43.98, I believe.
Having gotten all the other Kingdom Hearts games by 2005, I decided to try out Final Fantasy. So on my Christmas wishlist would contain sever of the Final Fantasy games. I got Final Fantasy XII and Final Fantasy VII. Wow.
Now, I can't stop my amazing obsession with Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy. Sure it's childish and I've toned down a little on it, but it's a great series, and if you haven't checked it out, grab one now, because you're missing out on one fairy tale story that will never end.
If you've ever played a Castlevania game, you know what I mean when I say it's AMAZING. The storyline is all tied together, and the gameplay doesn't get boring. I mean, you don't even have to play the game. Just look at the art. The concept art is awesome!
There is a simple formula that is in all Castlevania games that they find a good way to string them together;
(d + r)vh = Castlevania game.
D = Dracula (Antagonist)
R = Resurrection
VH = Vampire Hunter (Protagonist)
The formula always plays out well and correctly. Since this is only PART 1, I'll be doing even more on Castlevania soon.
Fire burned as the gaping hole preceded to get wider and wider. Women and children screamed and fled, but were swallowed by gruesome creatures that leaped out of the ground. Blood was thrown in different directions, painting objects a macabre red. Soldiers sprinted out of the castle, throwing their sabers and axes at the monsters, but it was no use. The mysterious creatures absorbed the weapons like a sponge, and laughed maniacally.
“Bring us your King! He is all that we want!” The largest of the monsters bellowed. He brought a hand up to the side of his face, and all of his lackeys stopped in their tracks. They placed the humans down onto the ground and stared at the castle. “We will not harm him. It will merely be a talk!”
Soldiers ran into the fortress to retrieve the king. When they returned, there were seven more heavily armed soldiers, protecting the King. The King observed the sight of mutilated villager corpses, and looked at the leader of the monsters.
“Who are you?” The King demanded.
“I am Legion; for we are many!” The beast replied.
The King smirked. “So... you are a demon.”
“We,” the demon corrected.
The King stepped forward. “Ah, yes, of course. My mistake.”
Legion gritted his teeth and took a step backwards. “Don't get near me, you insignificant human!” The King laughed, and asked, “What do you need of me?”
Legion stared down at the King. “You have been chosen to carry out the lives of us. You will live forever, and you will never perish, for your name will be Legion.”
“Sounds fair... why was I chosen?”
“Because, you will live forever. And we know how much you love power,” Legion smirked. “You can take the world, and keep it for yourself.”
The King smiled and agreed to the proposition and fell into a coma.
“Bring us your King! He is all that we want!” The largest of the monsters bellowed. He brought a hand up to the side of his face, and all of his lackeys stopped in their tracks. They placed the humans down onto the ground and stared at the castle. “We will not harm him. It will merely be a talk!”
Soldiers ran into the fortress to retrieve the king. When they returned, there were seven more heavily armed soldiers, protecting the King. The King observed the sight of mutilated villager corpses, and looked at the leader of the monsters.
“Who are you?” The King demanded.
“I am Legion; for we are many!” The beast replied.
The King smirked. “So... you are a demon.”
“We,” the demon corrected.
The King stepped forward. “Ah, yes, of course. My mistake.”
Legion gritted his teeth and took a step backwards. “Don't get near me, you insignificant human!” The King laughed, and asked, “What do you need of me?”
Legion stared down at the King. “You have been chosen to carry out the lives of us. You will live forever, and you will never perish, for your name will be Legion.”
“Sounds fair... why was I chosen?”
“Because, you will live forever. And we know how much you love power,” Legion smirked. “You can take the world, and keep it for yourself.”
The King smiled and agreed to the proposition and fell into a coma.
Faith in the Marx Boys {Webshow Promo} from Liam McCoy on Vimeo.
There is no official release date yet, due to the fact that we haven't started official progress yet, but we will try to get the first episode within 5 to 10 minutes and to have it by early November.
{Above} Faith in the Marx Boys Episode 1 Promo [CLICK IMAGE FOR BIGGER VIEW]
I have an idea for a webshow. It's a comedy/sci-fi action/adventure featuring me and my friends. It's about two fourteen year olds who are chosen from an underground city to be sent onto the land of the above or "the Overworld" to rescue a rebellion's chief's daughter from a group of gangsters that are holding her for ransom. The mission of the boys is simple; Priority 1: Saving the girl. Priority 2: SEARCH AND DESTROY.
I will be posting the promo video for Episode 1 soon.
Whoa! I need these shoes! Why wouldn't you want these shoes? Are you not cool? If you're not cool, then you need these shoes!
There was a boy that was born without a heart. The parents did not want the boy to die, so they used all their money to purchase health support for him. They were broke, living on the streets with a son owning an fake heart. The parents were saddened that they were out of money and committed suicide. The boy was sad.
The boy grew up, year by year, only surviving with a fake heart and the other boys that lived on the streets. Later, when the boy was eleven, a teacher found him and took him in. She taught him how to read and write, and the boy was happy. She read him The Wizard of Oz every night, teaching him the fantasy world. One day, she reads a part where Dorothy meets the Tin Man. "That's what I am, isn't it?... A tin man without a heart."
When he was eighteen, he decided to move away. He left a note in the Teacher's room. He wanted to find a heart.
It's after 3rd period and I walk someone to her locker as usual, while she waits for her boyfriend. We start a conversation that I don't remember, but it ended in laughter. My eighth-grade "friend" walks up to me and says, "Liam, stop flirting." He laughs like it's hilarious. My other friends boyfriend shows up; a sign for me to leave. He glances at me and I look forward and start to walk to class. My eighth-grade friend trails after me. "She broke up with you for him?" He tosses me around the hall and takes off to class.
And suddenly I felt happy.
And suddenly I felt happy.
Why does it feel so much like winter recently? I love winter. Thank you, god, for bringing winter to us early. Winter makes me feel happy.
It feels like December. But it's September.
I like December. But it's September.
I wish it was December. But it's September.
Santa has to bring December over here soon.
-Interlude-
Dark. A shade that sits and waits for me in the shadows of my mind. I can run and meet him if it was my choice, but I never do, because my darkness waits for the right time to pounce and swallow me whole. It's going to be a long walk.
I look next to me and notice none of the late-night hookers are around. They always go for the rich ones, like me. But they don't know who I am. I'm a monster that will turn them in to Raiden's Strike. They don't want that.
I dodge one of the woman's glances and run towards the nearest coffee shops. I stop by the counter and purchase a cappuccino, dark. Just the way my mind likes it.
It's three in the morning, and I still haven't murdered a soul. Maybe I'm just calm. As of now, at least. I look at the man who owns the coffee shop. A small, red star badge is on his chest. I found number one for today.
I hop from where I was sitting and tackle him, knocking all of his breath out. Maybe I already killed him. No, he's still breathing. For now, at least...
“Get off me, you freakish bastard!” He bellows. I don't like cursing. He shouldn't either, especially for the reason that I'm right in front of his eyes. I don't breathe a word to him. I just sit on top of his chest. I finally look down and take the badge off.
“I know you,” He mouths, dead silent. “You're-” I cut him off, using the badge as my words. The badges pin is long and pointy. I nice weapon. I stab his ugly body multiple times.
Dark. A shade that sits and waits for me in the shadows of my mind. I can run and meet him if it was my choice, but I never do, because my darkness waits for the right time to pounce and swallow me whole. It's going to be a long walk.
I look next to me and notice none of the late-night hookers are around. They always go for the rich ones, like me. But they don't know who I am. I'm a monster that will turn them in to Raiden's Strike. They don't want that.
I dodge one of the woman's glances and run towards the nearest coffee shops. I stop by the counter and purchase a cappuccino, dark. Just the way my mind likes it.
It's three in the morning, and I still haven't murdered a soul. Maybe I'm just calm. As of now, at least. I look at the man who owns the coffee shop. A small, red star badge is on his chest. I found number one for today.
I hop from where I was sitting and tackle him, knocking all of his breath out. Maybe I already killed him. No, he's still breathing. For now, at least...
“Get off me, you freakish bastard!” He bellows. I don't like cursing. He shouldn't either, especially for the reason that I'm right in front of his eyes. I don't breathe a word to him. I just sit on top of his chest. I finally look down and take the badge off.
“I know you,” He mouths, dead silent. “You're-” I cut him off, using the badge as my words. The badges pin is long and pointy. I nice weapon. I stab his ugly body multiple times.
NOTE: These stories are all tied together and will all be made into one book.
These stories will only be here for a limited time.
"NO SLUMBER IN SLUMBERLAND"
By Liam McCoy
Have you ever wondered what would happen if Alice in Wonderland ever met Little Nemo in Slumberland? Alice falls asleep in Wonderland and meets Little Nemo in Slumberland. It's simple. But more would happen. I know, because I am Nemo. Not the Little Nemo, just Nemo.
Nemo White.
As I'm writing this, I lean back in my chair, stretch and yawn. Typing makes me slow, and my typewriter runs out of ink easily. I take out another cartridge a place it inside quickly. It seems I have typed too much already.
There are rules in our world, but we go against them. Demons surpass us, yet we still observe ourselves as angels. We believe we can cure the dead; we think we are the true species, while we knew there was more out there. We damned ourselves using the methods of biological warfare. Global warming was no myth. We found that out soon enough. We damaged our resources, ran out of fossil fuel, and destroyed half the planet in six days. People said we were gods. The year was 2076.
My friends and I hung out at the beach all the time that we could. Of course, they were all contaminated. People looked at it as only two simple things: safety hazard and AIDs. We looked at it as our own personal freedom. We knew no one would track us into the beaches. We couldn't be harmed anyways; no one knew who we were. We were the aliens. The new kids.
Our whole world resorted to steam as a new power source. We had destroyed our own planet using the methods of nuclear and biological warfare. Our world went back in time to the victorian age, the era that took place right before the industrial age, forcing us to rebuild cities through the length of time it took us to get there. Electricity ran out when the engines were crushed. Batteries only lasted for so long. Money had no need. You could trade in a double-A battery for a fortune. But what would we need it for? To buy food? Everyone had already ransacked the stores. No way we could survive. Steam was our last option.
Everyone resorted to customization; the only type of way to get anything. You make it your own damn self. Boys were taught how to stitch and knit. We felt strange, having to dress in the strange way that is the victorian age. We still had hoodies and trench coats and such, but they were much harder to create. Everyone would much rather create the average clothing that was needed; sweaters, slacks, vest, jackets, and the average shirt. All the clothes were normally ripped and dirty because everyone was forced to live in slums.
At the beaches, we would take a seat and watch the sunrise. But there was no sun. It was us that scorched the skies. We had dropped the bombs in the sky, destroying any way to get sunlight, therefore, no solar power. No energy. No plants. We'd imagine the sun in our minds; though we had never seen it, we were told by our grandparents what it was. It was god; it was light; it was yellow and red; And just like everything else in the world that we loved: it was gone.
My friends and I weren't human. Technically, we were robots. Victorian robots running on steam. We were the Frankenstein's monster of the victorian age, today. Some parts were human, others were mechanical, running on water that we drank, that was heated up into steam that ran through our bodies, allowing us to propel ourselves and move. We were banned from the planet. We were all supposed to be sent into hell; the fireplace. Burn us, they said. They caused the trouble, they said. The man who made us, our father, was a steam-droid, or a steam-powered android. They burned his carcass on a stake. It was like racism. Murder and shutdown all the steam-droids. It was the holocaust. My pals and I were the only ones left. Or so we thought.
The world you know was a technological world; one where technology and science rules. No such things as gods, just robots. There were flying cars, boats that ran on electricity, and AI. Artificial Intelligence. Everything we had was destroyed. It was all ours, and we traded it away. For what? Violence, warfare, damnation. Total damnation? Yeah, that sounds about right.
There still are flying cars, but we call them speeders. They have an old victorian, metallic look, and they are shaped like a diamond, and the look and drive like a floating motorcycle. We had to change the rules, because of the loss of electricity. We power the speeders, again, by steam. No gasoline. They don't want to pollute the world anymore.
There are cops that are supposed to track the remaining steam-droids known as RIOT Cops. They have black trench-coats and gas masks. They have huge tanks in the back, for air support. Or so people think. They do the worst of things to any steam-droid supporter. But, what's ironic is that us steam-droids know something no human knows. The RIOT Cops are steam-droids. When a steam-droid looks at another, they can tell. Or at least we do. The idiotic RIOT Cops couldn't ever tell. Something in their programming. Maybe it was the water they used. RIOT Cops are created by tainted water. The crap from the beaches that we go to. I've seen good steam-droids die right in front of me by using tainted water from the beaches. We never knew about the water 'till I watched someone die by using it. How could those RIOT Cops stand it?
If you are reading this, please know, I am the last steam-droid in the world. Everyone's dead. Even my Alice. Welcome to Slumberland, but tonight, you won't sleep.
I should've left my Alice in Wonderland.
Let me take you back to the year 2090, while I was fourteen.
Chapter 1
Year 2090, Detonation Shores, Florida II, State of America III
Due to the fact that you are a person of the past, I must tell you, America was blown to bits. Three parts were left. State of America I, Northern states. State of America II, Southern States. State of America III, half of Florida. SOA III is where we lived; my friends and I. Mainly the last of the steam-droids. It was supposedly the last colony where steam-droids were legal, only they had to be slaves. I didn't care. My owner didn't want me to be accustomed to slavery. He said it was because his great grandpa was involved with something he called, “The Black Slave Trade.”
“Where were you born, Pa?” I remember asking, while we were both sitting on the “once-white” porch of his old three-story house. He gave me a wink and chuckle. He must have had some sort of serious nostalgia and decided to reminisce on the memories for several seconds.
“Why, son, I was born in ol' Philly.” He smiled, and you could see his shining white teeth. They glistened in the light of every thunder strike that lit up. I looked up and saw all the clouds, imagining the sun. I remember looking at the clock on his porch. Then I looked back up, and changed my imagination to stars. It was midnight. Exactly, but who the hell could tell the difference?
“Philly? What's that?”
Pa chuckled again, this time for about a few more seconds. He had a little bit of wheezing to the end of it... it made me think; what if he died on me? That would be one less seam-droid. And even worse; it would be the death of the longest-living steam-droid. “Philadelphia, son. The best place in the U.S. Of A.” His smile turned, very slowly. “You may be able to see it someday. You know, if the Elephant-Men don't gitcha.” He didn't laugh though. He knew it was serious business.
The Elephant-Men is what we called the RIOT Cops. They wore gas masks, with a long tube coming down the front that connects to the body tube that forces steam to flow through.
They found him, noticed he was low on taxes, and slaughtered him right in front of me. He was the first human that I saw dying. The liquid, blood, looked amazing, but saddening. Was it the steam that humans ran on? The red blood was appealing to me. It was shining, like red rubies in the sunlight... If only I ever saw the sunlight. In my mind, I could the scene, running in slow motion, over and over, like a broken movie disc. I didn't cry, I just watched; observing him fall to the floor, slowly.
The Elephant-Men (hardly men) took me to the chophouse, where my adventure really started.
Elephant-Men were required to take every steam-droid that was “deserted” from their owners to the chophouse, or the steam-house. They would strip the skin off the steam-droids and place it in their furnaces to burn, using the heat to create steam. Then, they would disable the steam-droids from their steam tank, and place it in the “Reserves” Room and the government of the European/State of American alliance would use the steam for machinery power and steam for RIOT Cops.
When I first got to the steam-house, they made me wait for 2 hours, because a lot of droids were getting to be disabled that day. I remember hearing two Elephant-Men having a conversation. Two, real stupid Elephant-Men.
“Dude, what's with all the 'roids?” One said. He glanced around, and noticed me looking at them. “Hey, you little bastard! Look in front of you! This is none of your business, you stupid 'roid!” I shifted back in place, looking in front of me, but still eavesdropping.
“Ugh, the stupid bastards are everywhere,” the other said. “Anyways, I think it's the European/State of American government that's doing it.” The Elephant-Man took off his gas-mask. “Oh, Christ, it's hot in there.” He lit up a cigarette, and started puffing. The first Elephant-Man looked at him, confused. The second one sighed, and left the cigarette in his mouth. “Ugh, the damn guys decided to go to every 'roid owner's door, telling the 'em that they didn't pay taxes.” The first one looked at him, quizzically.
“So...?”
“Jesus, man, are you that stupid?” He took the cigarette out. “They go to their house to kill the owner and take the 'roid.”
“Why?” The first was obviously a rookie.
“Because, they need steam,” the second said, placing the cigarette back into position.
The first started to speak, then stopped. The rookie just stared at the ground, silent, when finally he lifted his finger once more, “But-”
“Shutup! Jesus, you're getting on my nerves, you freak!” he stared down the rookie for several seconds and and heard a loud bell. “Dammit. Break's over,” he breathed, dropping the cigarette on the ground, creating a large pile of ash. He slipped his gas mask right back on and looked at the rookie. “Kid, you better get back to work or they'll chew you out,” he said, walking away, slowly towards his assigned domain.
The first Elephant-Man didn't move. He just stood there like a statue. Then he bent over, looked down through his shiny goggles of his gas-mask, and sighed.
The monsters took me to the boiler-room. It looked like an old broken down cafe; one which was still running. Apparently, the “boiler-room” is a place for Elephant-Men to listen to music and hang out.
And strip the droids from their skins.
I could see the droids, cruelly being tortured. What happened to our old Constitution? “Protects against cruel and unusual punishment,” my ass. I was watching artificial skin, flying off the crying steam-droids. When it was near my turn, probably the worst thing that could ever happen, happened.
One of the Elephant-Men brought in a crying seven-year-old.
“Caught this little bastard, hiding,” he breathed. He threw the kid on the floor.
“Strip him,” another Elephant-Man spoke, grabbing the wrist of the young boy. He pinched the young boy and began stripping skin. But this boy was different. He screamed and yelled and cried, but they wouldn't stop. He he tried to smack and punch the Elephant-Men off, but it was no use. All the kid got back was a slap and another strip was on the ground. Then, every steam-droid turned, staring. Even the Elephant-Men stopped stripping to check.
The Elephant-Man took his finger off the boy's wrist and looked. There was red, shiny blood. He jumped up away from the boy, screaming. Other Elephant-Men began getting closer, except mine. All the Elephant-Men were taking the clothes and mask off the Elephant-Man. The person was screaming in the torture; they were stripping him off his skin.
When they finished, they tossed his skin in the furnace.
“Take this human boy to the health clinic,” one said. He turned to all the staring steam-droids. “What are you bastards lookin' at?” He moved back to his steam-droid who was ridiculously scared. The Elephant-Man turned to another, whispering, “Go sound the alarm. I “hazard” time.”
“Please, sir, please don't kill me. I'm scared of death,” the little steam-droid gasped.
“Shutup!” the Elephant-Man yelled, smacking the boy to the floor.
“Hazard” was a protocol alarm that was too be sounded when a human was found during the stripping process. Basically, they lock all the rooms down with steam-droids stored and pour small clockwork and mechanical insects inside the rooms, that bit the veins of the steam-droids, infecting their steam with tainted water. Every RIOT Cop had to go to the “bug” room to check for any mistakes or bugs in the system. Anything different.
That's what it was.
Something different.
Chapter 2
My Elephant-Man was the rookie. The one I saw earlier. He never said anything. All he did was strip a tiny piece off the center of the palm of my hand, which stung, but I didn't say anything. I just stood there, watching. After he took off a few pieces, he paused, sighed, and that's when “human boy” thing occurred.
When I saw the rookie walk off, he kept his head down, muttering to himself. Another Elephant-Man walked up to him, having a cheerful voice.
“Damn,” he said. “You ever been to a “hazard?”
The rookie shook his head “no,” and continued walking. The other Elephant-Man shrugged and turned around. He waved a hand to us, and pressed the button. The one that shuts down the door.
The whole room turned a bright white. Everything was now white, instead of a rose red with an orange-brown tint. The whole room was silent. No one knew what was going on.
Everyone just looked up and cowered away from the light. Our eyes were adjusting to the brightness. We'd never seen it. We'd never seen a lightbulb ever. It was like an old wife's tale. A lightbulb. Silly as it seems to you, but it's true. Some younger kids hid behind the older steam-droids. I just sat down in the corner after about fifteen minutes. Nothing happened. I dug my head into my brown slacks. We waited for hours. By then, most of the droids were either asleep or dead by dehydration, (not enough water for steam.)
I checked my gauge that was on my inner right thigh. I had plenty of water left, so I decided to rest. I yawned and began to doze off.
I awoke outside a bright kingdom. It was sitting on clouds, and it looked like an amazing city. There were skyscrapers that reached the heavens. There were amazingly dressed citizens, welcoming me to their new world.
“Hello, sir,” one said. “Are you new?”
I looked up at the skies. “New to what?” I muttered.
The man chuckled. “Why to Slumberland, my friend!” He pointed to the skyscrapers. “Beautiful aren't they? This is how your world used to be.” He pointed up, at this bright ball of light. “That,” he grinned. “That, my friend , is the sun.”
“Wow...” I breathed. I was excited. Pa told me all about it. It was amazing. It is what it is; beautiful.
“But, my boy,” the man said. “That,” he pointed to the buildings. “That is what your world is right now.”
Immediately as he said that, all of the buildings fell to the ground, and only a few were left standing, but most of the standing ones were broken and destroyed. All the citizens were now wearing dark brown clothes. They were all dirty and dithered. I looked back at the man, and his face melted into some sort of old man's face with boils and a broken nose. His beautiful clothes turned into dark, dull clothing, all battered up. His legs disappeared, and all that was left were two stumps. He fell to the ground and grabbed my pants leg.
“Welcome to Slumberland, boy,” he chuckled. “But, tonight, you won't sleep.” I stepped back, breathing hard. Then all the citizens stepped closer to me, their ugly faces glittering in the lightning strikes. They were begging me for mercy. Some ran up to me and jumped on my shoulders. I had to throw myself backwards to get them off. I landed on one boy, killing him, and when I looked at his face... It was me. I looked into his eyes, bright blue, and I saw my reflection, glistening. It was an Elephant-Man, waving to me. The same one that shut the door. I looked at my hands, and they were clad in black leather. I looked at my fingers and there was a small stain of blood.
“Strip him,” an Elephant-Man yelled at me,and several Elephant-Men tackled me and some of the citizens. They began stripping our skins, and I was tossing and turning. “Get off!” I screamed. “Get off!”
I opened my eyes, and I was being carried on an Elephant-Man's shoulders. All of them were running, in a straight line, and all the steam-droids that survived the stay were also being carried. I looked up, and I saw that the rookie was carrying me, and he was right before the leader. Apparently, he really wanted to leave. I observed the area I was in and it was a terribly dark tunnel. The were all running as fast as they could, some Elephant-Man yelling at each other to “Pick up the pace, you pansies!”
Then I heard it. The loud skittering noise. These small buggy animals were running towards us. As my eyes readjusted to the darkness, I saw them real easy. They were small clockwork bugs, running on small amounts of steam, but lasting a long while. “What the hell?” I breathed.
“They're 'bugs.' Tiny creatures that run on steam,” a voice said, gasping. I looked up. It was the rookie that was talking to me, breathing very hard. “They're engineered to inject any living steam-droid like yourself with a poison known as 'TW.'”
I sighed, “Yeah, yeah. Tainted water, I know.”
He sighed. “I'm sorry. I didn't know.”
“What the hell, man?” I looked at his goggles. “You're an Elephant-Man. You can't be sorry.”
He didn't breathe a word.
“Well?”
He turned his head so he could slightly see my eye. “I don't think the 'TW' was fully injected into me.” He laughed. “I was just a little fu-” He turned his face towards me, fully. “...screw up.” He turned towards his front.
I went dead silent. I didn't breathe a word to him. I was just laying there on his shoulders. The only sound I heard was jogging and leather pants rubbing against each other with the rubber jackboots. I was just hoping to be able to sleep, but that wasn't happening.
“You wanna know what happened?” The rookie asked. I sighed, knowing he was just trying to make a conversation.
“What?” I said, very sarcastically, humoring him.
“Well, the reason you guys were stuck in there so long was because after the fifteen minute “hazard” protocol, one of the RIOT Cops decided to do the craziest thing ever.” he paused, to get some more air. “He took all the bugs out of the boiler-room engines and stored them in a large glass tube. He placed a long needle in the end of the tube, and he pressed down on the tube, which expanded the bugs, crushing them, and their TW flowing out,” he gasped. “He pressed the needle into his arm, having all the TW going through his veins. But, apparently, it was too much for him, he went crazy, basically turning him into Mr. Hyde. But after that instant, he fell to the ground, and shrank him back into normal size.
They locked him in a large lab, and performed short studies in his brain. The huge form now reacts whether he's angry or not. And when he woke up, he was angry. He crashed through the chains that he was locked on and attacked the scientists, which is why we're running right now.
Now, when we found out that he took them, we pressed the button to see if any came out. Unfortunately, a couple did. One bit you, and another bit another droid.” He sighed, and coughed. “You survived somehow, and the TW never affected you. It killed the other droid.”
I sighed. “It did affect me.”
He gasped. “What?”
“I had a nightmare.”
“That's probably going to happen for a while, kid. I'm sorry, but it's just the average symptom if you survive. Of course, that only applies to frequent TW users.” He looked at me and chuckled. “Well, are you?”
I frowned. “No.”
“What's you're name, kid?”
“Nemo,” I whispered.
“Cool. I'm Gabe.”
I looked into his dark goggles. “Gabe,” I muttered. “Cool.”
Chapter 4
We stopped after a few hours of running. Gabe hauled me off his back and laid down on the side of the sewer walls. I just sat, waiting for someone to speak. I was the only droid that was awake, so no one did anything. One Elephant-Man told all the other Cops that they were having a “meeting.” Gabe got up from next to me and went towards their group. I tried my best to hear them.
All the Cops took off their masks off and lit up a cigarette. They offered Gabe one, but he looked at it, confused.
“You smoke it,” one Elephant-Man chuckled to him.
“I know that, you moron.” Gabe waved his hands. “No thanks. I'm not the smoking type.”
“Suite yourself.” The Elephant-Man frowned and walked away slowly.
One of the RIOT Cops started the conversation. He looked around to make sure no one was awake, other then the cops, and when his eyes reached mine, I quickly shut them.
“Okay, I'm just wondering... Are we gonna kill these 'roids or what?”
[Next Short Story is an Interlude. It is not written by the same person.]
These stories will only be here for a limited time.
"NO SLUMBER IN SLUMBERLAND"
By Liam McCoy
Have you ever wondered what would happen if Alice in Wonderland ever met Little Nemo in Slumberland? Alice falls asleep in Wonderland and meets Little Nemo in Slumberland. It's simple. But more would happen. I know, because I am Nemo. Not the Little Nemo, just Nemo.
Nemo White.
As I'm writing this, I lean back in my chair, stretch and yawn. Typing makes me slow, and my typewriter runs out of ink easily. I take out another cartridge a place it inside quickly. It seems I have typed too much already.
There are rules in our world, but we go against them. Demons surpass us, yet we still observe ourselves as angels. We believe we can cure the dead; we think we are the true species, while we knew there was more out there. We damned ourselves using the methods of biological warfare. Global warming was no myth. We found that out soon enough. We damaged our resources, ran out of fossil fuel, and destroyed half the planet in six days. People said we were gods. The year was 2076.
My friends and I hung out at the beach all the time that we could. Of course, they were all contaminated. People looked at it as only two simple things: safety hazard and AIDs. We looked at it as our own personal freedom. We knew no one would track us into the beaches. We couldn't be harmed anyways; no one knew who we were. We were the aliens. The new kids.
Our whole world resorted to steam as a new power source. We had destroyed our own planet using the methods of nuclear and biological warfare. Our world went back in time to the victorian age, the era that took place right before the industrial age, forcing us to rebuild cities through the length of time it took us to get there. Electricity ran out when the engines were crushed. Batteries only lasted for so long. Money had no need. You could trade in a double-A battery for a fortune. But what would we need it for? To buy food? Everyone had already ransacked the stores. No way we could survive. Steam was our last option.
Everyone resorted to customization; the only type of way to get anything. You make it your own damn self. Boys were taught how to stitch and knit. We felt strange, having to dress in the strange way that is the victorian age. We still had hoodies and trench coats and such, but they were much harder to create. Everyone would much rather create the average clothing that was needed; sweaters, slacks, vest, jackets, and the average shirt. All the clothes were normally ripped and dirty because everyone was forced to live in slums.
At the beaches, we would take a seat and watch the sunrise. But there was no sun. It was us that scorched the skies. We had dropped the bombs in the sky, destroying any way to get sunlight, therefore, no solar power. No energy. No plants. We'd imagine the sun in our minds; though we had never seen it, we were told by our grandparents what it was. It was god; it was light; it was yellow and red; And just like everything else in the world that we loved: it was gone.
My friends and I weren't human. Technically, we were robots. Victorian robots running on steam. We were the Frankenstein's monster of the victorian age, today. Some parts were human, others were mechanical, running on water that we drank, that was heated up into steam that ran through our bodies, allowing us to propel ourselves and move. We were banned from the planet. We were all supposed to be sent into hell; the fireplace. Burn us, they said. They caused the trouble, they said. The man who made us, our father, was a steam-droid, or a steam-powered android. They burned his carcass on a stake. It was like racism. Murder and shutdown all the steam-droids. It was the holocaust. My pals and I were the only ones left. Or so we thought.
The world you know was a technological world; one where technology and science rules. No such things as gods, just robots. There were flying cars, boats that ran on electricity, and AI. Artificial Intelligence. Everything we had was destroyed. It was all ours, and we traded it away. For what? Violence, warfare, damnation. Total damnation? Yeah, that sounds about right.
There still are flying cars, but we call them speeders. They have an old victorian, metallic look, and they are shaped like a diamond, and the look and drive like a floating motorcycle. We had to change the rules, because of the loss of electricity. We power the speeders, again, by steam. No gasoline. They don't want to pollute the world anymore.
There are cops that are supposed to track the remaining steam-droids known as RIOT Cops. They have black trench-coats and gas masks. They have huge tanks in the back, for air support. Or so people think. They do the worst of things to any steam-droid supporter. But, what's ironic is that us steam-droids know something no human knows. The RIOT Cops are steam-droids. When a steam-droid looks at another, they can tell. Or at least we do. The idiotic RIOT Cops couldn't ever tell. Something in their programming. Maybe it was the water they used. RIOT Cops are created by tainted water. The crap from the beaches that we go to. I've seen good steam-droids die right in front of me by using tainted water from the beaches. We never knew about the water 'till I watched someone die by using it. How could those RIOT Cops stand it?
If you are reading this, please know, I am the last steam-droid in the world. Everyone's dead. Even my Alice. Welcome to Slumberland, but tonight, you won't sleep.
I should've left my Alice in Wonderland.
Let me take you back to the year 2090, while I was fourteen.
Chapter 1
Year 2090, Detonation Shores, Florida II, State of America III
Due to the fact that you are a person of the past, I must tell you, America was blown to bits. Three parts were left. State of America I, Northern states. State of America II, Southern States. State of America III, half of Florida. SOA III is where we lived; my friends and I. Mainly the last of the steam-droids. It was supposedly the last colony where steam-droids were legal, only they had to be slaves. I didn't care. My owner didn't want me to be accustomed to slavery. He said it was because his great grandpa was involved with something he called, “The Black Slave Trade.”
“Where were you born, Pa?” I remember asking, while we were both sitting on the “once-white” porch of his old three-story house. He gave me a wink and chuckle. He must have had some sort of serious nostalgia and decided to reminisce on the memories for several seconds.
“Why, son, I was born in ol' Philly.” He smiled, and you could see his shining white teeth. They glistened in the light of every thunder strike that lit up. I looked up and saw all the clouds, imagining the sun. I remember looking at the clock on his porch. Then I looked back up, and changed my imagination to stars. It was midnight. Exactly, but who the hell could tell the difference?
“Philly? What's that?”
Pa chuckled again, this time for about a few more seconds. He had a little bit of wheezing to the end of it... it made me think; what if he died on me? That would be one less seam-droid. And even worse; it would be the death of the longest-living steam-droid. “Philadelphia, son. The best place in the U.S. Of A.” His smile turned, very slowly. “You may be able to see it someday. You know, if the Elephant-Men don't gitcha.” He didn't laugh though. He knew it was serious business.
The Elephant-Men is what we called the RIOT Cops. They wore gas masks, with a long tube coming down the front that connects to the body tube that forces steam to flow through.
They found him, noticed he was low on taxes, and slaughtered him right in front of me. He was the first human that I saw dying. The liquid, blood, looked amazing, but saddening. Was it the steam that humans ran on? The red blood was appealing to me. It was shining, like red rubies in the sunlight... If only I ever saw the sunlight. In my mind, I could the scene, running in slow motion, over and over, like a broken movie disc. I didn't cry, I just watched; observing him fall to the floor, slowly.
The Elephant-Men (hardly men) took me to the chophouse, where my adventure really started.
Elephant-Men were required to take every steam-droid that was “deserted” from their owners to the chophouse, or the steam-house. They would strip the skin off the steam-droids and place it in their furnaces to burn, using the heat to create steam. Then, they would disable the steam-droids from their steam tank, and place it in the “Reserves” Room and the government of the European/State of American alliance would use the steam for machinery power and steam for RIOT Cops.
When I first got to the steam-house, they made me wait for 2 hours, because a lot of droids were getting to be disabled that day. I remember hearing two Elephant-Men having a conversation. Two, real stupid Elephant-Men.
“Dude, what's with all the 'roids?” One said. He glanced around, and noticed me looking at them. “Hey, you little bastard! Look in front of you! This is none of your business, you stupid 'roid!” I shifted back in place, looking in front of me, but still eavesdropping.
“Ugh, the stupid bastards are everywhere,” the other said. “Anyways, I think it's the European/State of American government that's doing it.” The Elephant-Man took off his gas-mask. “Oh, Christ, it's hot in there.” He lit up a cigarette, and started puffing. The first Elephant-Man looked at him, confused. The second one sighed, and left the cigarette in his mouth. “Ugh, the damn guys decided to go to every 'roid owner's door, telling the 'em that they didn't pay taxes.” The first one looked at him, quizzically.
“So...?”
“Jesus, man, are you that stupid?” He took the cigarette out. “They go to their house to kill the owner and take the 'roid.”
“Why?” The first was obviously a rookie.
“Because, they need steam,” the second said, placing the cigarette back into position.
The first started to speak, then stopped. The rookie just stared at the ground, silent, when finally he lifted his finger once more, “But-”
“Shutup! Jesus, you're getting on my nerves, you freak!” he stared down the rookie for several seconds and and heard a loud bell. “Dammit. Break's over,” he breathed, dropping the cigarette on the ground, creating a large pile of ash. He slipped his gas mask right back on and looked at the rookie. “Kid, you better get back to work or they'll chew you out,” he said, walking away, slowly towards his assigned domain.
The first Elephant-Man didn't move. He just stood there like a statue. Then he bent over, looked down through his shiny goggles of his gas-mask, and sighed.
The monsters took me to the boiler-room. It looked like an old broken down cafe; one which was still running. Apparently, the “boiler-room” is a place for Elephant-Men to listen to music and hang out.
And strip the droids from their skins.
I could see the droids, cruelly being tortured. What happened to our old Constitution? “Protects against cruel and unusual punishment,” my ass. I was watching artificial skin, flying off the crying steam-droids. When it was near my turn, probably the worst thing that could ever happen, happened.
One of the Elephant-Men brought in a crying seven-year-old.
“Caught this little bastard, hiding,” he breathed. He threw the kid on the floor.
“Strip him,” another Elephant-Man spoke, grabbing the wrist of the young boy. He pinched the young boy and began stripping skin. But this boy was different. He screamed and yelled and cried, but they wouldn't stop. He he tried to smack and punch the Elephant-Men off, but it was no use. All the kid got back was a slap and another strip was on the ground. Then, every steam-droid turned, staring. Even the Elephant-Men stopped stripping to check.
The Elephant-Man took his finger off the boy's wrist and looked. There was red, shiny blood. He jumped up away from the boy, screaming. Other Elephant-Men began getting closer, except mine. All the Elephant-Men were taking the clothes and mask off the Elephant-Man. The person was screaming in the torture; they were stripping him off his skin.
When they finished, they tossed his skin in the furnace.
“Take this human boy to the health clinic,” one said. He turned to all the staring steam-droids. “What are you bastards lookin' at?” He moved back to his steam-droid who was ridiculously scared. The Elephant-Man turned to another, whispering, “Go sound the alarm. I “hazard” time.”
“Please, sir, please don't kill me. I'm scared of death,” the little steam-droid gasped.
“Shutup!” the Elephant-Man yelled, smacking the boy to the floor.
“Hazard” was a protocol alarm that was too be sounded when a human was found during the stripping process. Basically, they lock all the rooms down with steam-droids stored and pour small clockwork and mechanical insects inside the rooms, that bit the veins of the steam-droids, infecting their steam with tainted water. Every RIOT Cop had to go to the “bug” room to check for any mistakes or bugs in the system. Anything different.
That's what it was.
Something different.
Chapter 2
My Elephant-Man was the rookie. The one I saw earlier. He never said anything. All he did was strip a tiny piece off the center of the palm of my hand, which stung, but I didn't say anything. I just stood there, watching. After he took off a few pieces, he paused, sighed, and that's when “human boy” thing occurred.
When I saw the rookie walk off, he kept his head down, muttering to himself. Another Elephant-Man walked up to him, having a cheerful voice.
“Damn,” he said. “You ever been to a “hazard?”
The rookie shook his head “no,” and continued walking. The other Elephant-Man shrugged and turned around. He waved a hand to us, and pressed the button. The one that shuts down the door.
The whole room turned a bright white. Everything was now white, instead of a rose red with an orange-brown tint. The whole room was silent. No one knew what was going on.
Everyone just looked up and cowered away from the light. Our eyes were adjusting to the brightness. We'd never seen it. We'd never seen a lightbulb ever. It was like an old wife's tale. A lightbulb. Silly as it seems to you, but it's true. Some younger kids hid behind the older steam-droids. I just sat down in the corner after about fifteen minutes. Nothing happened. I dug my head into my brown slacks. We waited for hours. By then, most of the droids were either asleep or dead by dehydration, (not enough water for steam.)
I checked my gauge that was on my inner right thigh. I had plenty of water left, so I decided to rest. I yawned and began to doze off.
I awoke outside a bright kingdom. It was sitting on clouds, and it looked like an amazing city. There were skyscrapers that reached the heavens. There were amazingly dressed citizens, welcoming me to their new world.
“Hello, sir,” one said. “Are you new?”
I looked up at the skies. “New to what?” I muttered.
The man chuckled. “Why to Slumberland, my friend!” He pointed to the skyscrapers. “Beautiful aren't they? This is how your world used to be.” He pointed up, at this bright ball of light. “That,” he grinned. “That, my friend , is the sun.”
“Wow...” I breathed. I was excited. Pa told me all about it. It was amazing. It is what it is; beautiful.
“But, my boy,” the man said. “That,” he pointed to the buildings. “That is what your world is right now.”
Immediately as he said that, all of the buildings fell to the ground, and only a few were left standing, but most of the standing ones were broken and destroyed. All the citizens were now wearing dark brown clothes. They were all dirty and dithered. I looked back at the man, and his face melted into some sort of old man's face with boils and a broken nose. His beautiful clothes turned into dark, dull clothing, all battered up. His legs disappeared, and all that was left were two stumps. He fell to the ground and grabbed my pants leg.
“Welcome to Slumberland, boy,” he chuckled. “But, tonight, you won't sleep.” I stepped back, breathing hard. Then all the citizens stepped closer to me, their ugly faces glittering in the lightning strikes. They were begging me for mercy. Some ran up to me and jumped on my shoulders. I had to throw myself backwards to get them off. I landed on one boy, killing him, and when I looked at his face... It was me. I looked into his eyes, bright blue, and I saw my reflection, glistening. It was an Elephant-Man, waving to me. The same one that shut the door. I looked at my hands, and they were clad in black leather. I looked at my fingers and there was a small stain of blood.
“Strip him,” an Elephant-Man yelled at me,and several Elephant-Men tackled me and some of the citizens. They began stripping our skins, and I was tossing and turning. “Get off!” I screamed. “Get off!”
I opened my eyes, and I was being carried on an Elephant-Man's shoulders. All of them were running, in a straight line, and all the steam-droids that survived the stay were also being carried. I looked up, and I saw that the rookie was carrying me, and he was right before the leader. Apparently, he really wanted to leave. I observed the area I was in and it was a terribly dark tunnel. The were all running as fast as they could, some Elephant-Man yelling at each other to “Pick up the pace, you pansies!”
Then I heard it. The loud skittering noise. These small buggy animals were running towards us. As my eyes readjusted to the darkness, I saw them real easy. They were small clockwork bugs, running on small amounts of steam, but lasting a long while. “What the hell?” I breathed.
“They're 'bugs.' Tiny creatures that run on steam,” a voice said, gasping. I looked up. It was the rookie that was talking to me, breathing very hard. “They're engineered to inject any living steam-droid like yourself with a poison known as 'TW.'”
I sighed, “Yeah, yeah. Tainted water, I know.”
He sighed. “I'm sorry. I didn't know.”
“What the hell, man?” I looked at his goggles. “You're an Elephant-Man. You can't be sorry.”
He didn't breathe a word.
“Well?”
He turned his head so he could slightly see my eye. “I don't think the 'TW' was fully injected into me.” He laughed. “I was just a little fu-” He turned his face towards me, fully. “...screw up.” He turned towards his front.
I went dead silent. I didn't breathe a word to him. I was just laying there on his shoulders. The only sound I heard was jogging and leather pants rubbing against each other with the rubber jackboots. I was just hoping to be able to sleep, but that wasn't happening.
“You wanna know what happened?” The rookie asked. I sighed, knowing he was just trying to make a conversation.
“What?” I said, very sarcastically, humoring him.
“Well, the reason you guys were stuck in there so long was because after the fifteen minute “hazard” protocol, one of the RIOT Cops decided to do the craziest thing ever.” he paused, to get some more air. “He took all the bugs out of the boiler-room engines and stored them in a large glass tube. He placed a long needle in the end of the tube, and he pressed down on the tube, which expanded the bugs, crushing them, and their TW flowing out,” he gasped. “He pressed the needle into his arm, having all the TW going through his veins. But, apparently, it was too much for him, he went crazy, basically turning him into Mr. Hyde. But after that instant, he fell to the ground, and shrank him back into normal size.
They locked him in a large lab, and performed short studies in his brain. The huge form now reacts whether he's angry or not. And when he woke up, he was angry. He crashed through the chains that he was locked on and attacked the scientists, which is why we're running right now.
Now, when we found out that he took them, we pressed the button to see if any came out. Unfortunately, a couple did. One bit you, and another bit another droid.” He sighed, and coughed. “You survived somehow, and the TW never affected you. It killed the other droid.”
I sighed. “It did affect me.”
He gasped. “What?”
“I had a nightmare.”
“That's probably going to happen for a while, kid. I'm sorry, but it's just the average symptom if you survive. Of course, that only applies to frequent TW users.” He looked at me and chuckled. “Well, are you?”
I frowned. “No.”
“What's you're name, kid?”
“Nemo,” I whispered.
“Cool. I'm Gabe.”
I looked into his dark goggles. “Gabe,” I muttered. “Cool.”
Chapter 4
We stopped after a few hours of running. Gabe hauled me off his back and laid down on the side of the sewer walls. I just sat, waiting for someone to speak. I was the only droid that was awake, so no one did anything. One Elephant-Man told all the other Cops that they were having a “meeting.” Gabe got up from next to me and went towards their group. I tried my best to hear them.
All the Cops took off their masks off and lit up a cigarette. They offered Gabe one, but he looked at it, confused.
“You smoke it,” one Elephant-Man chuckled to him.
“I know that, you moron.” Gabe waved his hands. “No thanks. I'm not the smoking type.”
“Suite yourself.” The Elephant-Man frowned and walked away slowly.
One of the RIOT Cops started the conversation. He looked around to make sure no one was awake, other then the cops, and when his eyes reached mine, I quickly shut them.
“Okay, I'm just wondering... Are we gonna kill these 'roids or what?”
[Next Short Story is an Interlude. It is not written by the same person.]
When you enter the laboratory, you are caught by the Neo-Nazi that replaced Hitler, known as Adolf2, who looks exactly like Adolf Hitler, except he is in black and white, and has old film grain lines covering him, because this is not the real Adolf was only caught on film, so they took footage from WW2 and used it as a new Adolf, that can speak and everything.The Neo-Nazis are not German, but American rebels that took over the world and started biological and nuclear warfare.
Once you are caught, you are sent to the prisons, which isn't a prison. It's really a strange world known as R'yleh. The way you go in is he forces you to take all of your pills, and your sanity fully drops and you travel into your own mind, looking for your sanity. When you travel into R'yleh, you find many new types of evil creatures and gods that you must fight to win back your sanity.
When you find your sanity, you wake up in a two story, big-sized room, where in front of you is the Neo-Nazis secret;
Cthulhu.
He stands over you and watches you stare at him. He glares at you, and tells you that it is the day that you die. You look and realize that he is chained to the walls and placed inside an electrified cage. You tell him if he spares you, you can help him escape. He accepts your challenge, and you have to find different items that unlock the cell door. You run out, realizing that you promised Cthulhu. You go and find the various items you need to save him, and you go back to the room and help him escape.
Cthulhu destroys all of the Nazis and you win. Or so you think... Remember the spray-paint you have? Well, you fall on top of it, and it breaks, and all the acid morphs your body into a new monstrous creature, and that's the end of the game.
Possibly a sequel? I do not know.
Well, I think it's pretty stupid when I have great amazing video game ideas and I never even start them. Like "Man-Pac" and some other game that resembles MGS and Megaman crossing-over and taking place in an isolated ice planet. Well, today I have a cool game that I really wanna create. Of course, I'll tell you about my other games, but this one comes first.As you can tell by the picture, it's about Nazis. As you cannot tell by the picture, it's in 8-bit. As you can also not tell, it has to do with the Simpsons. In what way, though? Well, that's what I'm gonna tell you.
Have you ever heard of that one terrible game "Bart vs. the Space Mutants?" That's what my game is based off of in a way. You play as a young rebel, in a post-apocalyptic world where zombies and retired-nearly dead Nazi Generals are the heroes! Wow, what a game! Well, the place where the Simpsons come in is the fact that your character's goal is to graffiti Neo-Nazi Soldiers, turning them into mindless, ravaging zombie creatures that devour your enemies! But heed this warning; your spray paint is limited, so only use it when you need to!
The point of the game is to unlock the secret of the Neo-Nazis! But to do so, you must control the zombie-creatures to figure out puzzles and use them as "vehicles" to take you around the world of destruction! Now, later on in the game, you find out that the mysterious Nazi General that seems to help you out is indeed Hitler! And it turns out that he's your father! And it turns out that you're German, not American! This is where the story-line goes crazy. Once you figure this out, Hitler dies in a "Darth-Vader-Fasion" where he takes off his mask and dies without any oxygen. Before he dies, he gives you a bottle of pills, telling you they will help you with the defeat of the "war that I had started, and a mistake among all mankind." (Now I realize some of you may think that by making Hitler seem to regret it and for a Nazi that's a good guy, you may think I enjoy the Nazis, but I don't. It just makes for a good storyline!)
The pills change the way you view the world, and is like a drug that gets you very, very high. Each time you take one, you will have a sanity gauge, which shows how well your grip on reality is. Once your all your sanity goes down, you find clues of where to go, hidden artifacts, and strange visions of the past world. You find out about all of the mysterious incidents of the world that seems to have connections with each other, including the 12th Street Riot and 9/11. (I know I may start controversy by doing this, but just take a chiller.)
Once you find all the artifacts, you find the final world; the laboratory of the Neo-Nazis. And then!... I really don't know. I'll be posting Part 2 tomorrow, when I'll have fresh ideas!
I enjoy laughing at the fact that the first names you see are the English-dub actors.Well, Bunraku is on it's way to fame and so is the "Gay-Not-Gay" Gackt into the theaters. If you do not know anything on Gackt, don't look him up. Please. Don't.
Personally, I used to like him, so I showed him to my friend. She was/is obsessed. She knows more crap about him then me, so I dunno. Well, it's really annoying and I thought it was annoying enough to have a blog post on it. Maybe?
Well, Gackt is a famous J-Pop singer and seems to be gay. But he's not. Yet he acts like he is. And he's a true pervert. And why do I care? Well, because one of his first movies is coming around and my friend has been truly weird on it, so I'm just going to explain why it may be the coolest Japanese movie, other then Metropolis and Princess Mononoke (Mononoke Hime.)
First of all, this is based off a story of Bunraku, the famous art of Japanese puppet story-telling. It tells the story of two "unnamed men" who are both obsessed with their missions. Eventually the two meet and join together to take down a load of evil.
Now, I think that's explained enough.
NEXT POST: A NEW ORDER OF BUSINESS!
Ah, the fight of the century; Superman vs. Batman. I have waited to find some sort of movie with Superman and Batman, but, sure, there were references to "Gotham City" and "Metropolis" but that's it. Not even mentioning the Daily Planet or Bruce Wayne in either of the heroic movies. But the REAL reason I'm doing this rant is because of my friend, who was complaining about seeing Superman in a Batman comic.He asked why Superman was in the comic, fighting Batman, and it was hard for me to explain. I knew why, I didn't understand what to say, though. I told him that they were both in the DC Universe, which is built up of all the comic book heroes, that they all live in the same world, in some way, which is why the Justice League of America is what it is. He didn't know of the JLA either, so it was a fail for me to tell him.
Well, that's all I wanted to talk about. Thanks.
I finally finished The Dark Knight Returns and it was great! I'm planning on nabbing the sequel later tomorrow. I've heard (by IGN) that Frank Miller wrote the two best Batman books; (This and Batman Year One,) so I'll be nabbing that one as well.Well, ever since I've been obsessing over this comic, I've been in a huge Batman phase once again, so this is merely a warning for you guys to understand that I will be starting more Batman blog posts.
Today, I will be speaking of Harley Quinn. For those of you who think she is an original comic book character, it is not true. She was created in the Batman Animated series for Joker, because the producers felt that he needed a more playful henchman to keep the Joker from looking dangerous. I'm just going to say, off the record, about this Harley Quinn, who is from Batman: Arkham Asylum, why is she so... different? I mean... her costumes not even the same, you can see a whole lot of cleavage... I mean, the list goes on and on. Now, I know that this isn't based off the kid friendly TV show, but hey, the red, white, and black was her costume! She doesn't even look like Harley Quinn at all! I mean, look at this picture of her!
Compare those two! Well, of course I know that Arkham Asylum is supposed to be darker and all, but this is dark enough! There's no boundary beyond this costume. I looks fine the way it is. Now I know I'm rambling on about some stupid costume design, but, it just doesn't look even remotely "Harley-Quinn" - ish. Well, that's my rant for today. Stay tuned for more of my incompetent voice yelling about Batman! Thanks!
Well, thanks to my friend, I'm now gonna write up "How to Fight! Special 'Zombies Ate My Neighbors' Edition." One true thing to know about zombies is that they will eat your brains if they can. Don't let them, morons. Now, I haven't seen too many zombie movies, but I'm sure everyone knows about at least one of the zombie cliches. Just as it was mentioned in Scream;
1. Don't have sex.
2. Don't drink or do drugs.
3. Don't go off into the darkness saying, "I'll be right back," because you won't be right back.
Next order of business, what gear to bring.
Fighting your zombies is a hard matter. You need weapons, you need a group, and you need weapons. There is a big list to bring on with you during the death of all your friends. (By the way, I do happen to recommend for a large zombie attack, bring a lot of extra friends that you hate. They will die. Plus, make sure they are the weenies.) Be sure to stock up on these items. In fact, print this thing out in doubles or even triples. Maybe the zombies will eat the list.
What to bring for the zombie apocalypse:
1. Bring this list. Trust me, you'll need it.
2. A Flashlight. You want to actually SEE the zombies, don't you? (Just turn it off when you hear a little girl crying. They're witches!)
3. A Chainsaw. Now this cliche is one everyone should know about. Come on, use it for your hand instead! Slice and dice, baby!
4. Knifes. You may not think you'll need 'em, but just think of what will happen to you if the chainsaw runs out of gas, or if the chain comes looks, leading this up to the next item.
5. Another Chainsaw. You know you may need a spare. In fact, double all of your supplies.
6. Guns. You knew it would come to this. Whether you're gonna bash 'em in the head or slice their faces off, it gets tiring. So, bring guns. Just do it. And not just one gun. I said, "gun-s," boy, "gun-zzzzz!"
7. A Bat and Nails. This is definitely one of the hard-core gear you will need. Get those nails inside the head of the bat and bash those suckas' in!
8. An Axe. Eventually, that crap is gonna run out. All you got is this and the bat. Choose your weapon.
Oh no. Here they come. They're here!Guts guts guts. Blood blood blood. That's what you're gonna need to be everywhere if you are planning on killing these brain-eating undeads. So, bring out your weapons and open fire.
I recommend using your "swinging and bashing" (axes and bats) weapons first, while your adrenaline is rushing through your body. When the zombies tone down, use the guns, but remember, use the bullets wisely.
When the zombie apocalypse starts, raid all of the weapon stores and markets. You will need all of the things you can get. It's not too good when you think you won't need it, but then, when it happens, you'll be cursing out of your mind, so get anything. Even something as stupid as a rubber duck can help.
So remember, kick those zombies back in their grave, and say hi to God and Elvis for me, because you know, both of them are the kings, and you know that both of you want you to...
"Hail to the king, baby."
I'll start with 'Troids; a game in which a character is based off of me and also one in which I created probably only one thing: A Metroid. Yes, this is a Metroid fan game, if you didn't think so at first. The programmer and spriter is the infamous "Serde" pronouced, "Sir-Dae." This game is based off of Poke'mon's addicting gameplay for capturing creatures. Serde happened upon this idea while conjuring up ideas for the Metroid Minigame Competition. Be sure to check more out on this here.
After seeing all the different (traditional and cgi) animated versions of The Dark Knight Returns, I'm really excited about this book. I know it came out a while back, but I'm hoping I'm old enough to read this. Knowing that it's Frank Miller, things can be good for me or bad, so I still don't know. I hope I can; It seems like one of the most interesting comics to read. The lines in the animated ones are amazing, too.
Fore example: "You don't get it, son. This isn't a trash heap; it's an operating table."
So I'll be sure to check it out of the library, hoping for the best.
Here are some of the most stupidest things to come out of comic book history, starting with the awesome Batman. Yes, "What can be wrong with Batman?" Well, it's not exactly Batman that's wrong, it's Mr. Conceited Robin.
Yes, because everything is about you, Robin. Well, has anyone made a movie about the Teen Titans yet? I didn't think so.
Oh, come on, Robin! Everyone knows its Paul!
Next up on the list are just some crappy superheroes that didn't really seem to need (or deserve) to be heroes. In fact, are they even heroes?
Yes, it's Madam Fatal. She was pretty much your butt-kicking grandmother that everyone wanted on their football team... while she was eighty-five years old.
Ah yes, so it's your cross-dressing grandmother? Now I remember.
The Black Condor. The Tarzan raised by vultures... 'Nuff said...
Finally... Superboy... I mean, just look at that. It's funny! Since when was Superboy funny? Wait... is this the same Superboy I'm talking about? Nope, it actually turns out to be a younger Superman. Not a clone. It's hard to be able to tell those types of things nowadays. Now it's even hard to understand whether Superman really died!
"But he was cloned so he's not dead, yet!"
"BUT THAT'S NOT THE REAL HIM! ANSWER MY QUESTION! IS HE DEAD OR NOT?!"
Yes, because everything is about you, Robin. Well, has anyone made a movie about the Teen Titans yet? I didn't think so.
Oh, come on, Robin! Everyone knows its Paul!
Next up on the list are just some crappy superheroes that didn't really seem to need (or deserve) to be heroes. In fact, are they even heroes?
Yes, it's Madam Fatal. She was pretty much your butt-kicking grandmother that everyone wanted on their football team... while she was eighty-five years old.
Ah yes, so it's your cross-dressing grandmother? Now I remember.
The Black Condor. The Tarzan raised by vultures... 'Nuff said...
Finally... Superboy... I mean, just look at that. It's funny! Since when was Superboy funny? Wait... is this the same Superboy I'm talking about? Nope, it actually turns out to be a younger Superman. Not a clone. It's hard to be able to tell those types of things nowadays. Now it's even hard to understand whether Superman really died!"But he was cloned so he's not dead, yet!"
"BUT THAT'S NOT THE REAL HIM! ANSWER MY QUESTION! IS HE DEAD OR NOT?!"
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