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WARNING:THIS SONG MAY BE OFFENSIVE TO ALL NINTENDO OR SONY FANBOYS. AND YES THIS IS A FAN FIC TO!
Nirtendo(its nirvana and nintendo combined)
Lead Singer and guitarist: Link(with messy hair and glasses and a Guitar Hero 2 controller)
Other Guitar dude: Mario
Drummer:The janitor next door
The guitar starts and heavy grunge music plays
“Set up your posts
Can’t tell what I post
It’s fun to post oh well
Sony sucks
I know I know I know(16 times)"
Cheerleaders come in with wiimotes and nunchuck instead of pom poms
“Now Im postin and Im screamin!
And I dont know what Im posting!
Sony sucks! Fanboys crying!
Entertain us!
Overpriced!
To heavy!
So crappy!" Fanboys shake their heads crazy, everyone smashes a Wii and PS3. Link jumps up strumming his guitar and Donkey Kong suddenly appears dancing.
“I know!" (16 times)
“It’s unconceivable
Just reply to the post.
For this system is what it does best
and still sony sucks"Link pulls out a Nintendo Wii and makes a weird smiling gesture. The janitor at the sideline starts dancing with his Wii.
“I know!"(16 times)
" Well we sure do sound like fanboys!
and we still play our gameboys!
Post distincly? Im not gonna!
Wii owns!Ill hump ya!
Characters from nintendo!
Well it sure beats being shot!Oh!"
The audience gets crazy,sony fanboys post shit on movie codec,Fans pull out their Wiis and Link humps the Wii. Greedy Ebayer pulls out gun and shots a holder of the PS3.
“And I lost the heart piece
guess it pays to make peace.
Sony so hard to endure
Who are they?Oh nvm
I Know"Link jumps up doing an air guitar crowd goes crazy still. Halo fan boy dressed up as masterchief accidently walks across the screen noticing the camera and runs. Link pulls off a nice guitar solo while Bowser stomps on Mario, sony fans are getting shot, fat wii fans excercise wit their wiimotes.
“Well Im posting and still hatin!
But I dont what they thinkin!
Whats the reply how can they do that!
So Sony got some ideas!?
Didnt think so see ya next gen!
Sayanora Sayanore Overpriced!
To heavy! To crappy! YAYAYAYAYA YAYAYAYAYAYA *COUGH* My voice box” The whole place turns into mighty chaos!

THE END
This song isnt making fun of sony or nintendo fanboys.

Sorry accidently posted this on the comments section. I got more fanfic coming up

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A FOOLS DREAM

Should it be a fantasy story with gory tales of glory? Or should it hold more description with mystery and history? These words I do see, nothing else is to be. I will insist by my fist it shall exist with my own twist. I will write how I dare — -I won’t spare them a care. Banish me they may, but I swear by my King, I will go out with a swing! I will mold the untold, my words will unfold from a gold, their luster will not fluster as it’s formed from its cluster. You may think my keen words are shaped by a teen, a fool on a stool, a dupe in a coop. I am small, but I am tall. I never win, yet I grin. I gosh and I josh, but always with posh. They won’t ever severe my clever endeavor. Let the knight’s knock down my door, fling me to the floor, practice their war! I will soar with a roar, with a flash I will lash my blade in a clash. My knife will sink past the mesh to the flesh! By my blade they will be stayed, no gash or mash will claim my frame. I will plead with sorrow on the morrow, but with speed my King will bleed. I will reach down and strip his crown — - placed atop my head, I will watch their dread, their jeer turned fear, mock no more, but will adore! Oh, what will be in store! But hope fades, as it always has before. Only in the twist of my wrist can this exist. The words I place are but a trace of a theme hidden in a dream. Back to the drawer my friend, I will see you to the end.



*An edited poem from a fantasy storie, written by a young Fool, created by me*

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THE WITCH IT DEAD


Harry looked up into the pre-dawn twilight, unsure of if he still lived. He could feel his heart throbbing in his chest, his neck hurt...yes, he still lived. But Voldermort, where was he? He sat up, peered into the gloom, but couldn’t detect any movement. He snatched up his wand but it didn’t feel right, the wand shivered in his grip. This wasn’t his wand...Voldermort and he must have gotten their wands mixed up during their tussle. Dread filled him; he held a wand responsible for unspeakable actions. His fear turned anger with the thought, determination flooded through him. “Voldermort! I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!," his shout rang into the darkness. “I’ll kill you!"

“Harry!” screamed Hermione. Her head popping up from bellow a hill as she frantically climbed. “Oh, Harry, you’re alive!” Tears of joy glistened in her eyes. Her bedraggled hair fluttered as she stumbled over to him. She toppled to her knees holding her belly, blood streamed down her hands, dripping thickly to the ground. “Harry, oh, Harry...I’m dieing, Harry...I’m dieing. Voldermort, he hit me, Harry, he hit me.”

“Hermoine, no...please, stay with me, don’t go.” Harry’s eyes filled with tears, blurring out her face. He hated himself for that; he never got to see her precious face while she spoke her final words.

“Harry...tell...tell...Ron, I love him. I always loved him.” She rested her head across Harry’s lap, a puff of air wisped from her mouth, gracing Harry’s arm with its touch, then she was no more.

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Lucius pressed his forehead against the candy-shop’s store front window. Inside he saw a delectable assortment of colorful candies neatly stacked upon wooden shelves. Candles placed about the inside of the shop lightened its interior from the pre-dawns gloom. One particular type of candy caught his eye, a round fire-orange candy with a small wooden stick protruding from its center. A bundle of them was propped up in a metal can. His mouth watered from thinking about all those sweet delicacies. A man working behind the counter saw Lucius’s dark frame before the window. He looked toward Lucius for a moment, made an exasperated gesture and slapped his work upon the counter, and then stepped out from behind the counter and poked his head out the entrance. “I can’t stand it when you youngins’ do that,” he complained. “Ahh, well, since there’s just one of ya’s out here.” He reached into a large pocket sewn across the belly of his white apron, pulling out a single piece of a round green candy. Lucius could smell the sweetness drafting from the store when he grabbed the candy from the shopkeeper’s hand. He popped the round sweet into his mouth, thanking the man through a saliva filled mouth. He couldn’t remember tasting anything quite as good as this. The shopkeeper showed a wide rotten-teethed grin and stepped back into the shop.

“Ah, there you are lad. Come…come now, we have more ground to cover today.” Jeremiah stood in the center of the road, impatiently waving his hand for Lucius to come.

Lucius hoped off the candy shop’s planked wooden porch and walked toward Jeremiah, reaching out to rub his hand down a line of stacked barrels, enjoying every second of the sweet treat in his mouth. “Are there gonna be candy shops at where we’re going?” he asked, tucking the round candy into his cheek as he spoke.

“Mhhh mhhh mhh,” laughed Jeremiah with a grumble. “So candy is what you want, heh? There’s a town half-days walk from the Docks with a candy shop. You’ll see lad, you’ll see.”

Some of the town’s folk were already bustling about their labors, taking advantage of the morning’s coolness. Jeremiah picked up his pace into his usual canter, forcing Lucius to stretch his legs to their limit in order to keep up. “I don’t want you accepting any more treats from strangers,” spoke Jeremiah. “There are many amongst these trade towns that don’t care for our kind.” He looked down at Lucius. “Trust no one outside the guild Lucius, always be vigilant. It’ll save your life someday.” Lucius didn’t like the idea of someone disliking him because he was of the same “kind” as Jeremiah.

Lucius looked back at the small town before it was completely out of sight. Then Jeremiah steered them off the road and into the forest. They scrambled up a steep slope, the mossy tangle of tree roots covering the slope making it easy for Lucius to climb up. The pines adorned clusters of jelly like Snow Fungus on their trunks and red and yellow toadstools grew atop rotting logs. He noticed the pines were different here, they were thinner and more spread out, definitely not anything like the massive King Pines logged back home. After a short time of climbing they came out of the forest and onto the trail once more. Jeramiah pulled his pack off and rummaged amongst its contents. He pulled out a thin silver chain with a polished blue crystal attached at its end.

“Here Lucius.” Jeramiah reached behind Lucius’s neck and clasped the chain together. “You must wear this from now on, it will protect you. Show it to no one. Do you understand?”

Lucius looked down at the blue stone hanging before his chest, and then nodded.

“It’s a weapon Lucius. Swing that crystal at something and it’ll do as much damage as an Ogres mace.” Jeremiah gave him a stern look. “Do not play with it. In fact, tuck it beneath your shirt, I don’t want to see it unless I say otherwise.” He waved his hand toward the trail. “These trails…we must travel them because we are in need of hast. But they are much more dangerous than walking on the road or playing child games in the woods. You must do as I say and never stray from me. Do you understand Lucius?”

Lucius nodded with more enthusiasm this time. He had no desire to stray from Jeremiah’s protection.

As they continued their journey Lucius had a growing feeling of something missing, as if there were less air or less natural color on this trail. Everything seemed a bit out of focus, like being in the Blue Bee’s common room when the loggers were smoking their long-pipes. He said as much to Jeremiah, who grinned before explaining. “You wouldn’t have noticed in yesterday’s darkness. We’re not completely within the same world you’re use to…things can be a bit… ah….strange here. A man can cover more ground here than a rider could on a typical trade road. But the drawback is that this trail is no longer a maintained Passage — -that’s what we call these, ‘Passages.’ Anyways, when a Passage is no longer maintained,” Jeremiah flourished his hand before him, “then it will attract beings which use it for…. evil purposes.”

Lucius was captivated by this odd explanation. “Why would it attract evil things?” he asked, while at the same time veering to his left to kick a pebble down the path.

“It’s an excellent way to escape capture. Let’s say you robbed that candy shop back there. They’ll send town guard after you, but if you’re on the trail, you’ll be a league away before they can even organize a search party. Then they’d have to use this very trail to have any chance at catching you.” Jeremiah adjusted his pack. “Then, if they did follow after you, they’d need a blood hound or a griffin to catch your scent, in case you decided to jump trail. And how are they supposed to know it isn’t an ambush?” To Lucius it sounded like Jeremiah put a lot of thought into this. “Mostly, these Passages are used for smuggling though.”

Lucius couldn’t help but grin — -robbing a candy-shop and fleeing along this Passage with pockets full of sweets would be remarkably fun. “Have you ever used one of these trails to escape anyone?”

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“Me? Naw. But Master Gibbins did. It was the Passage that runs along the White Mountains. He was sent to the Briar Realm on assignment. He got into a bit of trouble with the kings guard so he fled toward the Passage. He said they never even came close to him once his feet struck that trail.” He looked down at Lucius. “Master Gibbins will be one of your instructors. Ask him about it sometime. He’s a big talker, he’ll oblige to your request.” Jeremaih held a grin and he eyes stared somewhere else as he reminisced.

The rising sun reached the top of the tree line and shed its light on the trail as they traveled, idly chatting to one another. Lucius’s forehead began to ache from furrowing his eyebrows and squinting out the suns brightness. The dull, cloudy, mistiness of the trails colors made him feel as if he were in a dream-world. He could sense wrongness of sorts streaming amongst these trees, an empty feeling, as if it lacked the life essence normally present in a forest. It made him feel more exposed, yet at the same time adventurous. To him this was a bold adventure that could out do anything he ever did before.

After rounding a bend the forest opened up and the suns brightness glared directly into them. Up ahead by thirty paces a silhouetted figure of a man stood on the side of the trail, making no movement which Lucuis could tell, only staring toward them. Jeremiah cautioned Lucius with a wave of his hand to stand back. He then preceding forward a few paces and then stood.

“Why are you standing about?” Jeremiah yelled, using his hand to block away the suns brightness from his eyes.

The stranger didn’t move, nor answer the question. Jeremiah raised is right hand above his head, cupping it as if he held a bowl aloft. Suddenly the forest dimmed around them, and brilliant ball of light filled Jeremiahs cupped hand. Lucius looked up toward the white light Jeremiah held, absolutely bedazzled. He plucked the sun from the sky!

“I ask you again, stranger.” Jeremiahs deep shout snapped Lucius’s eyes back down toward him. “Why are you standing about, stranger?”

Lucius could feel his heart pound inside his chest. He peered past Jeremiah and could now make out the figure of the man ahead. He wore a wide-brimmed hat and a patched brown cloak. Dark hair hung down to his shoulders. Abruptly the man swung himself around and disappeared amongst a cluster of shrubs, his cloak billowing behind him. Then the sound of breaking twigs came from several places around them. Leaves of an alder shook to their left. Then silence.

Jeremiah stepped back and put a guarding hand on Lucius’s shoulder, his eyes never leaving the surrounding forest. “Come Lucius...quickly now,” he whispered, letting loose the light he held in his palm. The dimness surrounding them faded and the suns glare returned with a blinding fierceness before subsiding to normal daylight. White sparkles rained down all around them, like fluffy snow flakes made of light, flickering out with a “pop” as they touched the ground or a tree. Lucius was dumbfounded with all he just witnessed. He could sense the energy about them, smell its metallic tang, and feel its static stimulation upon his skin. Then Jeremiahs grip upon his shoulder tightened down, snapping him back into reality, and then he was pulled into a run.

As they ran all he could see was the trail before him and Jeremiahs heels rising up and falling, everything else was obscure, as if the forests colors were smeared together. His short legs struggled to keep up with Jeremiah. His long hair flew back in shuddering waves as it cut through the air. The trail itself was moving by at a normal running pace, but the air tearing across his small frame gave him the sense they were moving at a frighteningly high speed. He was beginning to have difficulty catching breath from the torrent of air. Jeremaih must have noticed Lucius’s condition; he slowed down to a walk even though he still seemed fit to run. Lucius was thankful, his breath was ragged and it felt as if his heart was going to pound from his chest.

Jeremiah periodically glanced over his shoulder and down the trail, his forehead slick with sweat. He barked a gruff laugh and spoke between breaths as they held a steady walk. “They’ll have to come from behind us, on the trail now. Piss poor robbers the lot, we’ll have to send some scouters out here.”

Lucius looked back, seeing nothing, and then tried to see past the brush lining the trail, deeper into the surrounding forest. He feared the inhabitants of this forest, or bandits, which ever they were, would materialize from the forest’s leafy blinds with a lethal assault. Jeremiah looked toward him, a bright grin stretching across his face.“No, there not in there, lad.” He sounded much calmer than Lucius felt. “They’d have to follow from the trail. We’ll just keep walking and keep an eye behind us, no need to worry.”

They held a quick walk until midday repast. Lucius’s feet were sore inside his hard-sole moccasins, and the left shoulder strap from his pack was chaffing his neck. They sat under the shade of a large Beech tree, its leafy branches extending above the trail, leaving a glitter of light upon the ground as its leaves rustled in a breeze. Jeremiah pulled his pack off, reached into a side pocket and pulled out a water flask. He took a long swig, and then poured water atop his short hair, shaking his head so the water droplets sparkled in the sun light as they crossed the shadow line cast by the tree. “Awe, good…good,” he sighed. He handed the flask to Lucius. “Drink your fill Lucius, and then eat a loaf of berry bread.” Lucuis took the flask and drank deeply while Jeremiah dug out a loaf and tossed it to him. The cool liquid quenched his dry throat and the berry bread eased his hunger pains. Evidently Jeremiah was equally hungry — -he was working on his second loaf before Lucius was half-way into his own.

The sun went down over a hand ago, the stars the only thing illuminating the trail, the rest of the day was uneventful and Jeremiah was convinced they wouldn’t be seeing the bandits again, which Lucius was glad for. “Here we are Lucius,” whispered Jeremiah, pointing ahead. Lucius spotted the tall wooden sign Jeremiah pointed toward, signaling the presence of a town nearby. His shoulders burnt from carrying his pack all day, and his legs were feeling sluggish. He was glad they would be stopping soon.

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“Which way?” sighed Lucius.

“To the left,” whispered Jeremiah. “This Passage always shadows to the west of the northern trade road — -the road will always be on our left for this journey, the Spine Mountains to our right.” He looked down at Lucius’s small illumined shape. “I know you’re tired. A longs nights rest will cure that. Quiet now, some towns post watchmen. We don’t need the locals here finding out we came off the trail.”

“Why don’t they just tear down the sign, then travelers won’t know about the town?” queried Lucius.

Jeramiah stepped off the trail into the brush, pushing the brambles aside for Lucius. “Well, because of the repercussions. This trail is no longer maintained as a Passage, but it is maintained as a form of travel for those amongst the guild. If they tore down the sign there’d be scouts up here faster than you can spit. These town folks don’t want the trouble. They believe nothing but troubles come off this Passage.”

They picked their way down a slight descent, thickly littered with the previous generation of pines, making it difficult to move about in the darkness. Lucius stretched his leg over a log, then used his rear to slide down it. He then looked up once he steadied himself and saw faint twinkling lights ahead. One of the lights blinked as if something crossed between it and his line of sight, and then the adjacent light did the same. Lucius grabbed Jeramiahs wrist, pointing in the direction he saw the lights flicker.

“Halt! Who goes there?” A youthful male voice rang out into the night.

Jeremiah froze still, extending a hand atop Lucius’s shoulder and then pushing him down into a crouch. “Just travelers, we mean no harm. My boy here, Adrien, and I Rolan. We tried to make it before night hand. We only seek hot food for our bellies and respite for the night, and have good coin to pay for it.” Jeraimiah stepped forward slowly, lifting his purse from his belt, shaking its contents so the coins clinked together. “Come, let us enter into the light.”

“Hold!” The young mans voice wavered as he yelled. “We don’t like those who travel the forbidden trail. You must go back the way you came.”

Lucius couldn’t see the man. He could tell that he was downward by twenty paces and to the right. He didn’t care — -the sound of hot food made his mouth water, comfort and sustenance his foremost desire, his weariness and hunger blocked out the immediate threat.

“You’re going to let two strangers go, to roam about freely in your woods?” Jeramiah took another step forward. “Come now. Take us to whoever is in charge. You’re decision to take us would be the most sensible. I’ll even reward you with a silver-quarter for your trouble, two if you steer us to the best inn.” He shook the coin purse once more, the sound of a full purse emphasizing how “sensible” taking them to town would be.

For a moment, silence mixed amidst the darkness, then the watchmen yelled out. “Start down toward the lights there. I’ll be right behind you. Don’t try anything stupid or I’ll fill you two full of bolts.”

Jeremiah proceeded to move forward, pulling Lucius to his side opposite the watchman. The forest floor became more compact as they approached the lamp light, evidence of its use by the town’s watchmen. Four men were moving about beneath two lamps hanging off the eaves of a crudely constructed outpost. Three of them came forward, each armed with a common crossbow, their facial features hidden in the dark. The last watchman stood back, hunched over his crossbow, drawing the string to its nut before mounting a bolt along its shaft. Once his weapon was ready he jogged toward the others while at the same time mounting an iron helm atop his head. He spoke in a husky voice, “What did ya’ bring us Randy?”

“They came from the forbidden trail, sir. I brought them in so as they won’t be running around our woods unchecked. He tried to bribe me with two silver-quarters.” The young man held his head high and Lucius could tell by his tone he held a smug look upon his face. He could see by the faint glow emitting from the two oil-lamps that the young watchman wore a dirty tunic, descending to just above his knees, with a hemp belt about his waist adorning a pouch for his bolts. He caught Lucius looking toward him, and then looked up as the helmed man spoke again.

“I’m captain Rolak. What business have you here?”

“We are only weary travelers looking for an inn, just for the night. We have good coin.” Jeremiah held both his hands up, palms outward, but this time he didn’t display his purse. Lucius noted the purse no longer hung from his belt either.

“You kind aren’t welcome here,” blurted the captain. “Hand over your coin and be on your way.” He raised his crossbow in a quick motion, pointing it toward Jeremiah’s face. The other watchmen raised theirs as well, one of them stepping forward to clutch Lucius behind the neck with a greasy hand, violently jerking his head down. Lucius let out an involuntary screech — -he could feel the point of the bolt pricking the back of his neck.

A deafening CRACK filled the night. Lucius could feel shards of wood spraying the top of his head. The man’s grip upon his neck slipped and didn’t return. The explosive sound echoed across the mountains like thunder, and left a high pitched tone ringing inside his left ear. He expected to see the wooden outpost to be in shatters but when he looked up the building was intact, the lamps hanging from its eaves still glowing. What happened? No one else still stood. Lucius looked down at the man lying behind him, not believing his eyes. The man’s entire face was gone, as if a Mountain Troll savagely tore it off, taking half his skull with it. The other men strewn about the ground were as equally mangled. To Lucius it all looked like a bloody mess of ragged old dolls.

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“WOOOO…..WOOOOO,” rang a horn from afar. Lucius’s breath caught in his lungs. He couldn’t think what to do. Jeremiah, where are you? “WOOOOOO…WOO...WOO,” rang another horn, this one sounding farther off. Lucius looked amongst the mangled bodies until he found Jeremiah lying on his side. “Jeremiah!” He reached down and twisted him onto his back. “Jeremiah, get up!” Gobs of warm blood spurt out his neck, splattering Lucius’s hand. Lucius stepped to the other side of him, allowing the lamp light to shed light upon his face. “Oh, no Jeremiah,” he whispered, his eyes glistened with tears, blurring out what he saw. A thick piece of wood protruded from the center of Jeremiahs neck, right above his collar. “WOOOO…WOOOO,” this horn blast sounded closer. Abruptly Jeremiah’s eyes snapped open and his mouth gaped in a vain gasp for air. He grasped toward Lucius with a shaky hand, then pulled out his purse from inside his cloak and shoved it into Lucius’s chest. He then clenched Lucius’s shirt and pulled him toward his face. A faint gurgle of air bubbled from his throat wound, and then his grip relaxed and his eyes stared soullessly at Lucius.

Lucius stood above Jeremiahs body, holding the bloody purse in his hands. “WOOOO…WOOOO.” He could hear voices now, men yelling in the distance. Torches flared around a bend in the hills, then disappeared amongst the trees. They’re coming! Lucius’s legs took flight towards the Passage before he even knew what he was doing. The ground was a blur beneath him. All feelings of hunger and fatigue washed away with adrenaline. He stumbled upward into the darkness of the forest, twisting and falling over fallen trees with each step, frantically trying to reach the trail. In what seemed to be a never-ending climb he reached the Passage. He thought about going back to his town, back to the orphanage, but found himself fleeing south instead.

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I find a block to a castle and describe its texture, from that I can learn more of the castle as a whole. My storie does not have a beginning — - beginnings are almost as challenging as endings — -it must be wrought when all ideas are firm. This is just another castle block, no beginning, no ending, it only scratches the grain. I’m young, my writing skills still lacking, but that’s the easy part. What’s hard is discovering my style and then using it to create a deep story, something one could disappear into. So, I think of scenes and shape them into words, from there ideas are made, and a fantasy world begins to take shape.

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- moderated - pornography is not permitted on the site -

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Umm, there should be a warning for that type of story. Its clearly setout in the very first post. Please read post #1 and place a warning at the start of your story.

Also a Mod may delete your post as this site is Anti Pornography and that post may be concieved by some as Pornographic.

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chapter 4: Cary’s 5 year revenge

Cary woke up. He was in hospital, with burns all over his feet and ankle. Then he saw Nick and James come into the ward.
`Hey Cary, this is James. He’s been helping me around lately. If he had’nt have helped me you’d be dead.
`Thanks. Nice to meet you, James. Ahhh, these burns hurt like hell! How’d i get them? The last thing i remeber is being stuffed in the back of the boot of Diaz’s car. I called you and told you were i was being took. Where was it? Is Diaz dead? What happened?
`Cary, you were being taken to the crematoruim. They knocked you out and put you in a coffin. Me and James got there but they started to cremate you. We killed Diaz and stopped the machine. The coffin had started to burn but only your feet were burnt.`
`I see. Well, you better go now, in a few minuites the doctors going to take a look at the burns. See you guys later.`
`yeah, okay, see you later Cary.`


A few days later Cary walked out the hospital, the burns had mostly healed now.
" Cary, good to see you” said Nick
" I hated that hospital! i got letters from Diaz’s men saying that thye are going to kill me when i get out. It’s pointless! Nick, I might as well say goodbye now. By tommorow I’ll probably be dead."

A few days later Nick was sitting in his house, Cary had not been killed, yet Diaz’s mean had not even attacked yet. Cary, James and Nick knew that they must have something planned. Then all of a sudden James' cell phone went off.
“hello?"
“James, you gotta get down here! The diablos are planning a deal with the rest of Diaz’s men, planning to kill some guy named Cary. Either way its a right massacure! We’ll need every man we can get! Our men are dieing and we need backup! Get to the old warehouse in Rockford ASAP!"
“Ill be there. They’ll probably be two more guys with me."
“Good, bring them here. we’ll need everyone we can find to help us!"
James hung up, and saw Cary with a screwed up face.
“Cary? You ok?"
“Its payback time, I’ll get them with you."
“What do you mean?"
“The diablo’s killed my best friend, and now im getting my revenge on them!"

Cary, James and Nick drove up to the warehouse, looking at all of the dead officers and dead Diablo’s. James' chief was lying dead in front. It was hard to believe how big this gang war was. But all Cary could think of was revenge.
“Its payback time."




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Hey firewolf can i post stuff that isnt involved with fan fic? Say something about a mysterious adventure or a poem and stuff??

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Sure you can mate

Just Ignore the Imitator above, pretending to be me....*coughbobstercough*

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The Turmoil within. Copyright 2007
BY..Firewolf81/Scott Drechsler
Created and Written 19/02/2007


There’s a pain in the darkness.
That I cant withstand.
It haunts me.
It taunts me.
Slowly driving me mad.

It tears at my soul.
It rips me apart.
This pain in the darkness.
Is destroying my heart.

My mind knows one thing.
My body Another.
How long must I stay here.
Before I become someone other.

This battle has raged on.
for years now within.
The war scars, they mold me.
They taint me with sin.

I can not lose.
This battle you see.
For destroy things I will
and evil i’ll be.

So beware the darkness.
Always keep it in check.
Your life will be shattered.
Forever

Live

And

Regret.

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ok here is the first draft of the first page and a half of my novel. This is no where near complete.



The Cat and Mouse




a novel by Aaron Scott McKay





genre: Horror



main characters: Linda Kroft, Justin Ferrel, Kevin Kroft, Kurt McKullen, Deputy Cockerham, Sherrif O’herrien, Mr. and Mrs. Kroft, Beth goodrich, principal Tanner, the P.I.N.K GANG, Brandon Ferrel




synapsis: Linda Kroft is tired of her life. She just broke up with her boyfriend Kurt McKullen so she goes to a chat forum and meets a guy named Brandon. They agree to meet each other at a Starbucks coffee shop after Linda gets out of school for the day. She decides to take her best friend, Justin Ferrel to go with her just to be safe. The date goes smoothely and it does for awhile until Justin decides to look up his family tree and he finds out that Brandon is actually his older brother that his parents told him that died when he was three from. Justin’s dad killed his mother the year before when he tried to convince her to let Brandon out of the mental institution they locked him up in and she said no. His father dident like this very much so he killed his wife. Justin’s dad would have gotten away with it but Justin saw him commit the horriable crime and called the police. His dad ends up killing himself in the bathroom leaving Justin parentless. When Brandon hears about why his father killed himself from a internet chatroom he escapes to go kill Justin and anyone that get’s in his way. that person that happends to get in his way is Linda Kroft. Enter a psychlogical cat and mouse game where Linda must do everything possible in order to survive. In the spirit of Halloween and Scream comes a new chapter in the slasher genre called The Cat and the Mouse.











Chapter 1

My Life



Linda has never been scared not once in her life. I mean sure she was occasional screamer and the type of girl that would hold her flummoxed boyfriend but she only did that for attention and what else is she supposed to do? She is a girl and that is how girls are supposed to act aren’t they? A girl could never carry a story or be a protagonist of a story. Girls are stupid; unfit to go through the horrors that the world has to offer. The leading role should always go to the male character because they are more smart and they have the balls, unlike ladys, to kick some ass. Plus they..............

“Will someone please tell this retard to stop talking to me!" Linda said parsiflagely.
“Come on Linda I was just joking." Justin said condemnatory like.
“Hey what the hell are you freaking trying to say about me you fag," Kurt jar roared out, “are you trying to same I’m stupid you little bitch because if you are I can always get Mr. Five eye in you’re face again you little ass wipe you...."
“Kurt grow up he already said he was joking sometimes I do wonder why I date a monkey." Linda proclaimed trying not to laugh.
Kurt then walk’s up and said, “you know what I dont need this right now I have to go to freaking Saturday d-hall for no freaking reason. All I did was tell Miss. Hollenbach to go fuck herself when she told me to stop talking."
“That might be the why you got d-hall you goober." Linda said sneerfully.
“Well whatever I’ll call you later tonight." Kurt said while bending down to give Linda a kiss.
Justin backs away and says, “augh get a room”. Linda then looks down at Justin and tells him to not say that.
It isent a verbal communication that Justin and Linda have. whereas unlike Kurt Justin understands Linda better then most and they have been friends ever since they were in Kindergarden together at the Sylvester Slyvalsoky Elementary 11 years ago. Justin had a certain kind of love for Linda. A love that goes deeper then any sexual or romantic thing could ever accomplish. This love is even deeper the a brother and sister. This love is the type of love that is unbreakable and Justin would protect Linda from anything that wants ti harm her and kind would do the same for Justin.
“Well at least I have a girl to go in a room with me." Kurt with amour propre. “I dont see any girl that is hanging over you at the moment huh....whats that.....did I just call little Justin a little nerd. Are you going to cry to your little mommy? Oh wait you dont have a mom because she was hacked to death my your dad." Kurt said penuriosly.
“Kurt shut the hell up and go away!" Linda screamed shooing him to go.
“Well it is true his family is fucked up. Justin’s family is just like the Hewit family from that fake ass movie...what is called..oh yeah the Texas chainsaw massacre. I’m telling you one of these days when you are not looking he is going to slice your throat." Kurt said while leaning over Linda and making a cutting motion on her throat.
“You think you are all big and shit just because your fucking daddy owns the bank well I tell you what you are..you are a white trash fucker that is never going to amount to anthing or any one. you........." Justin said while all of sudden Kurt puches him in his eye and knocks him into the ground.
“You bastard Kurt just go away and leave me alone for right now!" Linda enflamed upon Kurt while slapping him across the face.
“Whatever I dont need this fucking shit right now!" Kurt says while walking on Justin’s stomach and spitting on him. “I’ll call you later” and with that Kurt left.
“I dont know why you like that creap." Justin says while spitting out a tooth and wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Dont let him get inside your head Justin he is just trying to piss you off." Linda said mendingly. “Your mother was a very sweet lady and it was horriable what happend to her but you must forget about the past and live in the present." “Come on let’s go get a burger at Rusty’s place." Linda said in a solicit voice while helping Justin get back to his feat.
Linda and Justin then start to walk down the sidewalk to the cocoon of freedom; the cocoon of love; Rusty’s burger Joint on 21st street.
“So if you ever have any kids what would be their names?" Justin says with a curious look in his blue bulgey eyes.
“ummmm....Brandon!" Linda yells out with no hessitation.
“Brandon?!" Justin says with a confusing look on his face.
“What?" “You dont like that name or something." Linda asked.
“No I dont know why I just dont like it. I just feel a tingle go down my spine when you say that name. It feels like a demon or a curse. Dont name your kid Brandon or never go out with a guy name Brandon." Justin said in a unnatural tone.
“You’re weird sometimes you know that Justin." Linda said while laughing out loud.
“Well you know that’s me good old Justin Ferrel." Justin said jokingly.

Last edited 21 Feb 2007 11:06 pm by Aaron McKay

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****The Silver Swords of the Lords******

The Goblins moved deep into our lands, carrying evil with deadly plans, a slaughtering force bearing no remorse for innocence through its course.

We formed the Council of Nine Lords, in the glow of our Temple’s wards, then set forth to bestow our foe with a mighty blow.

Revenge in our hearts, we marked on our charts where to launch the assault; determined to give them the same hurt they left upon our own reddened dirt.

We set sail to the Goblins craggy shore to score our resolution with bloody retribution. A force of thousands at our call, we made the Goblins crawl for a mercy met in vain, all were cruelly slain.

Deep into their keep we moved, over the wall and into the black-stone hall. There, the Goblin King met our hate; his head was mounted above his own castle gate for his successor to fear the same ruthless fate.

We celebrated in galore but soon Goblin armies landed upon our western shore. War did not cease, but only increased. For a decade we fought, no end could be sought.

Then, a “Treaty of Peace” was brought to our hall and placed before the Lords royal call, spelling the terms to halt the assault, brought forth by the Queen Witch of the north.

The Nine Lords approved of the terms; the grief of war hanging thick at our door.

The Goblin King agreed to the terms; the future bleak with his armies growing weak.

The Witch Queen, happy with what she has seen, gifted items of power to help smother the conflict amongst one another.

Nine Silver Swords of Peace were sent to the Lords, our energies all but spent in the years of empty content, bringing strength to our arms and growth to our farms.

One Golden Axe of Peace was sent to the Goblin King, meant to cement the cease of war and embrace the peace they had from before.

For five years peace dried our tears and gave light to anew; our crops reached high towards the heavenly sky, our women were fertile beneath the spreads of our beds. Man was truly blessed by the Silver Swords of the Lords.

But Man broke the treaty with a pirate attack over a pitiful sack of goblin-gold meant to be sold.

The Swords of Peace cursed and submersed the Lords into the depths of insanity; our people became mere commodity within our own twisted mental oddity. The Swords too seductive to cast away, our minds melted into a world of disarray, seeking power became our everyday. Nine Kings we became and then the aim to claim the one true “Throne of all Man” began.

This the Witch Queen did not foresee; knowing her blunder she called forth a thunder to smite the crazed rulers into the light. The spirits of old heard her fraught plea and so did agree if she gave her three sons they would do it with glee.

Each boy was blessed by the strength of divine and sent on a quest to destroy the Nine. King Slayers, the boys were renamed, by the spirits who now claimed their great perilous fate as a mortal game to be played by their spiritual aid.

South the boys traveled wondering what is to be unraveled and if their quest truly is blest by the Wizards whose souls refused to rest.

The Kings met to dine, to discuss who has rights to shine as “King of the Nine”. But little did they know what was hidden in the dough of the roll all but one ate with a deathly toll.

Feed them to the swine, there is no more Nine. Only me there is to be! Build me a grand throne and a gown to don below my one true Crown. Build me a palace worthy of my station or all the nation will suffer my malice. A great shadow will spawn this coming dawn.

The three King Slayers came into view of the King amid his debut. They released an arrow straight into the narrow gap within his Crown, relinquishing Man from the gloom of an unknown doom.

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this is a Jak and Daxter Fanfic which I posted a while ago on fanfiction. Rated T for mild language and minor blood and gore.

Prolouge: Revenge


“Fall back! I repeat- FALL BACK! are you listening to me, sol-”

out of the corner of my eye, I saw a morph gun, hiding in the shadows. A new wave of terror fell over me. Could it really be him? In that split second, the figure jumped out of the shadows. He had a blue shirt, a yellow goatee, and goggles on top of his head, one glass red and the other one clear. My god, it was him!

I had to warn the others! I immediately yelled, “Jak is here! Take cover!”

One of them said, “Who the hell is Jak?”

I then realized my mistake. Almost none of them knew his real name. I then used his other name. I replied, “Public enemy 1! For god’s sake, take cover!”

This had the desired effect. My comrades all took cover. Unfortunately, I didn’t take cover in time. I heard a scatter gun go off. The force of the gun blasted me off the edge of the bridge. Time seemed to stop while I was airborne. I couldn’t feel anything. I saw that bastard Jak kill my friend Tomas, and then the pain started creeping up into my legs. It was unbearable. I started seeing red. I took another look at the battle scene, and I saw that son-of-a-gun blast Tomas into another soldier, sending them both off the bridge. All the while, the pain was getting to my chest, and then my arms. The pain got even worse. That’s when I hit the water. I heard the splash, and then silence. I was sinking! With the little strength left in me, I swam up to the surface, as a desperate attempt to get an ally to see me.

Someone did. I saw the guard wave to a Krimzon zoomer pilot. He saw me, and stomped on the gas. At that time, my body gave out. With the last of my energy, I screamed, “Help me! I’m sinking!” And that I did.

While I was sinking, I realized that there were to good reasons I shouldn’t have screamed. The first was that since I had let my mouth open, Water went in, choking me. The second was that that had definitely would have alerted Jak if he was in the vicinity. Crud. The pain overtook me. I went unconcious. My last thought was: Jak, I am going to make sure you go to hell.

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Chapter 1: Training of the Elite

“Uuughh...”

I opened my eyes. I had a minor headache. At first I couldn’t see anything because of the blinding light, but as my eyes readjusted, I started seeing more of my surroundings. I was laying in a bed in a white room. The room had a television, a bathroom, a vase of roses, an aquarium and a few surgical looking devices on a table. The floor was tile. that told me that whoever built this room did not want stains in the floor from whatever was done here. The room was well lit. I was laying alone in this room.

I tried to turn my body around to look into the window to study my outer surroundings. My upper and lower body soon flooded with pain. The pain was so excruciating that I couldn’t even muster a scream-only a wimper. The pain shot back memories of the past events that had led to this. I immediately remembered. I then thought that if this was what hell felt like, I had got to make sure that when Jak died, he got sent there.

Then I thought about Tomas. Tomas, my best friend and my best man, was now... dead. We had been friends since our parents had applied us for the Krimzon Guard Military School when we were 4, all the way to when we both got our lieutenant badges when we were 16. We had our badges, our armor and our weapons given to us by Baron Praxis himself. We both thought that that had to have been the best day of our lives... and we were right. Ever since then, it had been been dope bust after dope bust and sewage drain repair after sewage drain repair. When are we going to get to be part of the murder investigations, or joining the war on the metal heads? Well, that question got answered when we were each 24. Our mission: Find and Kill Krew.

We were excited as hell to finally get to try one of the elite missions. And one so big as this... I mean, Krew is public enemy number 1! He’s the wealthiest and the most powerful person in Haven City besides the Baron! and with wealth, comes quality assistance. Word is that Krew’s hired the escaped fugitive, A.K.A Jak. Jak has been causing quite a bit of damage ever since he escaped the Baron. How he escaped? I don’t know. But I’m not worried about him right now. My target is Krew.

Before I could go after Krew, I had to go through extensive training. They brought us to the elite training room, one by one. When it was my turn, I was confident and cocky, and I had reason to be. I had been the best at the KGMS, and that was no easy feat- they made me train until I barely had enough energy to chew my food when it was lunch time. I could do 1,000 in less than 5 minutes, run 3 miles without taking slowing down or taking a break, and I was the best marksmen. My best subject though, was acrobatics. I could nail a triple back flip! Seeing how much I had accomplished in the KGMS, how much harder could this be?

A hell of a lot harder, it turned out. The first thing they made me do there was to fight someone in CQC. If I passed this, I would begin my elite training. No matter, I thought. I was good at that. When I saw my opponent, I almost laughed. My opponent was a woman- and looked about 60! She also looked fat! She wouldn’t stand a chance!

I had spoken too soon. We both went into one of those wrestling (and boxing) rinks. Before the match started I said, “I’ll go easy on you, old timer, since you look like you haven’t been to the gym in a couple of years.”

She responded, “Big words, coming out of a small and foolish mouth.”

Angry, I charged at her. I then slowed down and flipped to my left side. Once I landed, I flipped again, this time landing a good 3 feet behind her. I turned around, aimed at the side of her rib cage and kicked at her. Big mistake. She caught my left leg in midair. This took me by surprise. Then, she grabbed my foot and my kneecap, and then she pressed down. I instantly felt bolts of pain run up and down my kneecap. I kicked at her other side, and she let go before I could reach it. I fell to the ground, only to instantly get off the ground and punch at her chest. She grabbed my arm and punched me in the face. I fell again, only this time I was covering my face with both of my hands. I thought: Was this how André felt when I punched him in the face for flipping me off?

As I laid on the ground in pain, the old lady walked towards me and stopped next to my chest. She looked me in the face and lifted up her foot. She’s going to stomp on my face! Luckily, I kicked her other leg before she could do it. She fell onto the ground. Immediately, I got up and aimed at her ribs. She then tried to grab my leg. I jumped over her and aimed at her face. unfortunately she anticipated this beforehand, and got back to her feet. she threw her fist at my chest, which I dodged. I grabbed her arm and twisted it. she jumped back. I charged her again, this time kicking her in the chest. She fell to the ground again. I then said, “who’s the fool now?”

I turned around and almost left the rink, when she got up and ran towards me. She flipped over me, turned around, and then threw a dozen punches. All of them hit their mark. I was sent flying into the ropes. She charged at me. She grabbed my shirt and threw me into the air. before I landed, she jumped and kicked me in midair, square in the gut. I went sprawling on the floor. Then, she put me on the ropes and punched me in the face 5 times. each time, blood flew out of my nose. cuts appeared on my cheeks and forehead. Then, she kicked me in the crotch and threw me over the ropes. The match was over. She climbed over the ropes and landed on my stomach. She got off of me and then replied, “you are.” She left the arena. It was about 10 minutes before I could get up and get myself out of there. It was raining. In the rain, I wondered: Did I pass?

Sullen, I walked over to Tersborn Inn. I rented a room for a night. The innkeeper asked me if I wanted a low, medium, or high quality room. I said a medium. He told me my room number, and asked me to put my hand on a palm scanner. I did, knowing that this was so that my room’s palm scanner would recognize mine. Once it finished, I paid for the room and bought a pint of brandy. I silently went to my room and palmed it. The room had a bed, computer and a voice-activated light. I climbed into bed with my clothes on, and went to sleep.

When I woke up, I turned on the computer. I accessed my e-mail. There was one unread message. I opened it. The message read like Crosse,

Where the hell are you? Why aren’t you at the barracks? Man, we’ve been worried. You need to start showing up more often at the barracks, man. Hope you show up at the barracks tomorrow.

P.S. Did you pass?

When I finished reading it, I logged out and shut down the computer. There was only one person who knew my last name-Tomas. Reading the e-mail made me smile again. I decided that I wanted to leave the inn now. I left my room, checked out and headed for the barracks. That’s when I remembered that I had left my brandy back in the room. Oh well.

It turned out I had passed. so had 10 others, whose names were Braddon, Maden, Achilles, Tor, Anstor, Tercius, Gordon, Sitrus, Troy and my best friend, Tomas. I had been thrilled-but not for long. The training program was a living hell. run a mile and then do 100 push-ups. Then, you had to do double the amount of push-ups and miles each time. The minimum you had to reach was 32 miles and 3,200 push-ups-in 1 hour. This meant that you had to do 1 mile and 100 push-ups. then 2 miles and 200 push-ups. then 4 miles and 400 push-ups. Then 8 miles and 800 push-ups...It was grueling. After that, you got a 5- minute break. then, you had to spar with that lady. We learned that her name was Roberta. If you lost against her in a fight, then you had to do the whole routine again and fight Roberta again. if you beat her, you got to go home. On the first day, all of us lost against her 2 times. Only on our third try did we beat her. As we all went back to the barracks Anstor said, “I can’t keep up with this man. This place is hell.” We all muttered in agreement. Little did we know, we wouldn’t be saying this for long.

As we got better and better at the routine, we started beating her every time. By the 7th week, I could beat her without my hands or without my feet. Then suddenly, the routine was changed. Now, we had to do 5,000 chin-ups and instead of running miles and laps, we punched a punching bag for an hour, nonstop. Then, we had to fight another person. This time it was a man. He looked to be about in his mid-twenties or his early-thirties. His name was Arnold. It was the same thing as last time- if you lost against him in a fight, you had to do the whole routine again. If you beat him, you got to go home. This time, I lost once. The other guys were a different story-most of them took about 3 tries before they could beat him.

As our training progressed, the routine changed accordingly, and we got stronger, to the point where all of us alone could take on over 50 soldiers. We truly were elite. Our physical training went on for 1 and-a-half years. Arnold came into our barracks and told us that our physical training would stop, but we were expected to commit to keeping ourselves in our current shape. We all swore we would. We broke into laughter and tears. We were so happy that our torment was over. After this, he told us that this was only the first part of our training. The laughing stopped. He then said, “That’s right. In addition to the physical training, you need to learn how to use your Krimzon Guard equipment properly and efficiently. You need to learn how to drive and how to swim. You need to know what type of weapon is best suited for which situation-and most importantly, to know when it is okay and not okay to use your weapons. You need to-”

Maden interrupted and said, “We already know all of this. Or at least I do.”

Arnold was obviously offended. He cooly said, “Oh? if that’s true, Maden, can you tell me why you don’t use your gun as a threat? Or why you never wear your uniform unless needed in battle or a crime scene?”

Maden opened his mouth to reply, but no sound came out. I spoke up for Maden. I said, “You don’t use your gun as a threat because the only reason you should take out your gun is if you mean to kill, and to kill only. You never wear your uniform unless needed in battle because it attracts unwanted attention and it raises the awareness of enemies.”

A smile came to Arnold’s lips. He said, “good answer, Paul. And Maden, you were right. All of you did learn that in KGMS, if you paid any attention. All of you who paid attention: your training is officially complete. I know who did because I have your grades from the KGMS. Anyone who’s name gets called has officially graduated, and will exit the barracks and meet me at Tersborn Inn. The first to graduate is... Anstor!” Anstor jumped in the air and said, “Hell yes!” Everyone clapped as he left the barracks. Arnold then said, “Tor!” Tor left the barracks. “Achilles!” Achilles waited left the barracks and waited outside for Braddon. “Braddon!” Braddon quickly exited the Barracks and walked with Achilles to the Tersborn Inn. “Troy!” Troy ran out of the door and yelled, “Whoo hoo!” Arnold then said, “Tomas!” As Tomas left, I cheered and said, “Yeah Tomas!” Finally, Arnold called my name. “Paul!” I quickly left the barracks and caught up with Tomas. I told him to wait up so we could see who else would make it. Sitrus came out almost right after I did. We decided to wait a little longer to see if Maden, Gordon and Tercius would come out. After 5 minutes, we concluded that they weren’t going to come to the Tersborn Inn. We were.

20 minutes after we got to the Tersborn Inn, Arnold finally got here. When he got here he told all of us who had graduated, “You 8 will officially be the first Elite Krimzon Guards starting tomorrow. Your uniforms will-”

I interrupted by saying, “What do you mean the first? Are we really the first Elite Krimzon Guards?”

“Arnold said, “Yes, you are. Speaking of which, you should know something else- Krew is dead.”

I was dumbstruck. I replied, “But if Krew is dead, what’s our mission?”

Arnold had cast a grim smile on his face. He said, “ I’ll tell you eight outside. It’s to risky discussing it in here.”

We all went outside. Arnold then told us, “Your new target is one who escaped- Jak. And, you eight should know a little something about why he is such a high security risk. Here’s why: He’s the one the we’ve been experimenting the effects of dark eco with.”

I was shocked. I said, “Oh my god... He’s the one who has killed over 1,000 Krimzon Guards? The one who faced over 20 drop ships full of Krimzon Guards and lived? The one who almost killed Baron Praxis? That Jak?”

Arnold reluctantly responded, “Yes. And to make things worse for you guys... You’ve been sent to capture or kill him. That is why you eight are the first Elite Krimzon Guards- up until now, we have never needed soldiers as good as you eight. You are the best of the best, made for intense CQC and weapon combat. You eight are our only hope.”

Braddon chimed in by asking, “What about the other three? Aren’t they joining us?”

“I’m not sure. I doubt it, because we need you eight on the field now. Don’t you eight get it? Haven City as we know it is on the brink of destruction because of Jak, and unless the Baron acts now, Haven City as we know it will be destroyed. Now do you see why this is urgent?”

All of us replied, “Sir yes sir!”

“Good. Now then, tomorrow, I will show you all you’re newly made elite equipment and how to use it. You are free to do what you please until then. You are all dismissed.”

As I finished remembering what had happened for the last few years, I wondered where I was and who had put me here. Ah well, I thought. I can figure it out tomorrow. At that moment I fell asleep, and I started dreaming about what it would be like to be a normal citizen...