IntroductionBored.Yup, that's me.Bored out of my mind.There was nothing to do when a weekend hit over here in this desert-like small town, especially if your teachers were nice enough to give you barely any homework.I mean, that was nice and all, but really, there was nothing else to do. I, admittedly, was far too lazy to get up and walk upstairs, where endless arts and crafts awaited me. Since all I had was an iPad and a book within easy reach, and because reading the book was getting tiresome, I had chosen the iPad.It was a nice distraction for an hour or so, but I had the sudden urge to write something, anything, but of course, I had no ideas. Isn't it just peachy when that happens? So I went onto DA, and browsed for a while, when I stumbled upon something.What did it say? I took a closer look at the screen. The 100 themes challenge.One hundred themes...?Of course! That challenge where you were supposed to do a work of art for each of the hundred themes that were given to you, or s
TWEWY- Composer's SongWho said...?Who said that immortality was a gift?Screw them all....it's not.-I thought it was a good idea. At the time. Back then, I was lonely, and scared, and Shibuya knows what else.Back then, when I was still alive, and in the RG with living, breathing, people. People who avoided me, or made fun of me and tormented me to no end. Because I saw things they didn't, saw the Noise that possessed them.That scared me the most.There were all kinds- frogs, penguins, kangaroos. I would have enjoyed their presence, but they were somehow not right, somehow... There was just something wrong with them. Perhaps it was the occasional sharp, tattered blade replacing a wing or a tail, or if it was the exquisite pattern tattooed on their bodies that made them deceptively beautiful.Or, most probably, it was the fact that they didn't even flinch as they erased their prey, the ensnared, pact-less humans screaming as they were taken away.Just like the other ethereal people, who looked no
Technicolor lifeThey just didn't understand,did they.Of course, I didn't understandcompletely either.However, at least I wasbeginningstartinggraspingbelievinghaving the desireto understand.They couldn't evenbe given that.~Today, a person came to school. She was apparently the principal of another school.I don't know why she came. Don't know how. Don't know when. But she did. She came with a message. A specific message to give to whoever passed by.But I received something else.The exact opposite.~I didn't listen,didn't speak,perhapsgrumbled a bitbut nothingelse.Because it wasn'tuntil after I had left,after she spoke,after I listened,when I started realizingwhat I learned.~Because she said so.Because materialistic things were important.Because the ideas she had,the American dream,of being able to live in comfort,of obtaining false happiness,was the one I had to listen to.That was the reason why.How lame was that?~It wasn't me who waswrong.I w
Click to add titleBlack screen. Again.Come ON."Macy, the computer crashed for the fourth time! How am I supposed to get the collab done?!" I yelled, banging a fist on the keyboard so violently the "L" key flew off to a distant corner of the room.Macy, who was in the rec room next door, came in. Eyebrow raised, she quickly inspected the scene before sighing and raising her hand in defeat."Sorry, Buster, I'm not the technics geek here.""My name's not Buster! And this is your assignment, too!"Macy nodded, and pointed at the screen."I do know. But I'm serious when I say I haven't any idea about what's going on. I only do classical stuff, like pencil drawings and hand-written stuff. You know that."Well, I guess she was right.And I guess the computer liked her presence, because it started again, and this time making it past the login screen."Well, finally! Macy, you scanned the drawing, didn't you?""Yes, I did."Nice! That made things a whole lot easier. I opened up Chrome, went on to the DA page,
Zelda Logic (or lack of)Oh, you didn't. You did not just-You wouldn't dare. You can't just-I mean seriously. How stupid would you have to be to-Don't do that, Link, it's not-Hey, don't ignore me! I'm-Hey, without me you'd be dead-Listen, you numbskull! I don't approve-Stupid! Stop-Argh, won't you ever pay attention to-Hey, listen- This is how you beat-ARRGH! What is wrong with-You know, you wouldn't have died if-Okay, now you're just being an insufferable pri-Oh, don't you ignore me like-You think I can't call-You know what, I'm getting-Nintendo's not gonna be real happy about this-Oh shut up I know I'm breaking the fourth-Talking about walls, break-No, not this one, the other-I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU HERE! DON'T IG-I so hate-Stop ignoring-You-Hey-Listen-Link rolled his eyes and stuck the fairy back in his bottle. Navi could be so annoying sometimes!
I have not yet begun to fight!-John Paul Jones-Things are not going well. Not well at all.The Bonhomme Richard, my pride and joy, a ship given by the one and only Benjamin Frankin himself, is not faring well. It used to be in fine condition, but now, it doesn't seem to have much of a chance.I had first spotted the British fleet, led by the Serapis, at around 6 in the evening (now that I think of it, that might have actually been when I started the battle with the fleet), and at that time, I had the American spirit within me- full of daring, courage, and not afraid of anything. I knew that a victory like this would help the American cause, and I had a duty for my country, so I bravely went to battle with the Serapis.Now, though, the odds seem to be against us. I will still gladly lay my life for this revolution, but now I wonder if the sacrifice will mean anything if we do not win against the Serapis. I have been trying my best to keep the Bonhomme Richard alive a