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Question my fucked up name here
6/13/10 by kdfsjljklgjfg
After many years, there have been thousands of times my name has been questioned, often off-topic in a serious thread. I am rather familiar with "What is the deal with your name?" Among other questions.
So to categorize it all in one place.....
Fire away with any inquiries regarding the random garbled chunks of consonants I call my username.
March 6th, WBC counter protesting
2/27/09 by kdfsjljklgjfg
Yep, those freaks are coming to upstate New York in a couple weeks, and I plan on being there to harass them! Me and 2+ of my friends will be making the drive around 5 in the morning to meet them at Albany High School, then follow them to SUNY Albany.
Fuck school, how many chances do I get to attempt to humiliate (if it's possible to make them look any worse) insane people that nobody likes?
Yep, out of complete boredom, a list of people on NG that I know well and can describe well. Right now, the list will be pretty damned short, because I've never really thought before about how to describe NGers in like 2 sentences, but whatever.
Sarai - Noticeable by her warm and motherly tone. Also for some reason always seems to be a ninja in pretty much every NG story, despite having no ninja qualities I've ever noticed. There's the asian thing, but that does not instantly grant ninja badassery.
EyeLovePoozy - Well reknowned as the biggest douchebag of all the mods. I think he hates me for whatever reason.
Malachy - Well reknowned as the biggest asshole of all the mods. I think he hates me too.
Wade - A generally well likeable person who will lay down some BBS hurting if you fuck with family related things on him or just plain piss him off. Always sounds tired, but that's prolly because every time I see him on XBL, it's like midnight. Also tends to whore long range weapons. I still relish the day I beat the shit out of him on Fight Night Round 3. Sure, I beat him up virtually with Muhammed Ali or some other boxer, but I can still say I beat up Wade and didn't get banned.
Bigbadron - Miss him. He was strict, but at the perfect level where he would keep order and, for the most part, be fair, but not be ridiculously hard on people. Always banned with a bit of humor too, and when somebody tried to stick up to him he smited them with a great line that everyone except the offender could enjoy.
Wartooth118 - See below. He's just another troll, presumably 14 years old, give 1 or take 2 years, who thinks he is a hilarious mofo with random insults, but really does little more than proving his insecurity and level of pathetic(ness? ism? hell, I don't know) by trying to put down others and comparing them to his own situation.
Looks like I may have finally defeated my inability to provide dialogue scenes more than 2 pages long, and can actually keep something going without a radical change from the main line.
10 pages so far in the same area of the same chapter in the same story.
Also, I will not be posting it here until at least 1/3 of the way through, when I can gague how well I feel it is. If it's going extremely well as it is right now, I'm going to pitch it to an editor to see what I can get out of it as far as a professional opinion beyond a site of just everyday people with everyday opinions (sorry guys, but no offense, it's the editor that counts in the initial showing).
If it turns to a bad side and I can't repair it, then I'll start posting it here.
Otherwise, you guys have to buy it ;)
Except for a couple rare few anyway, but that would be like 2-4 people. You probably know who you are.
Oh snap, an update!
9/28/08 by kdfsjljklgjfg
I know, right? It's been forever!
Been busy, busy, busy.
Aw hell, who the am I kidding? I've been lazy, lazy, lazy.
But anyway, writing update, I managed to get Writing the Novel in school today. Yay for furthering my writing abilities!
We've begun work on novels, of which the first 3 chapters will be submitted to a couple editors from publishing companies for opinions and the final grade.
My novel, copy/pasted from a convo on MSN because I don't feel like retyping it:
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
basically it's in the era of the crusades
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
but so that i pretty much have freedom to do as i please, i'm not giving off any time periods
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
but anyway
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
this guy thinks some wizard or generally evil guy torched his village as a kid
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
he thinks he's doing the right thing in seeking vengeance and attempting to bring him to justice
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
but slowly it eats at him as he feels it necessary to avenge those of his town
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
he goes on a vicious slaughter of a war campaign, attempting to find the evil guy
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
getting many of his men killed in the process due to his thirst for justice
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
he slowly becomes more insane and angry due to his lack of progress
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
eventually, it becomes clear to his 2nd in command and/or best friend that the evil guy never existed
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
because you know i love a good plot twist
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
and it was just imagined by him the whole time, i've yet to work out the details on that part
kdfsjljklgjfg (BENNY LAVA!) says:
and some way or another, he ends up dying from it, more than likely from mutiny during a battle
Opinions?
NHL Playoffs
5/20/08 by kdfsjljklgjfg
So, here it is, the greatest event in sports, the Stanley Cup Finals. The Wings' loaded defense with the Wizard of Oz in net, vs. the offensive powerhouse that is Pittsburgh
Game 1: Wings win (happy birthday to me) 4-2
Game 2: Wings win 3-2 1st OT
Game 3: Pens win 5-3
Game 4: Wings win 2-1
Game 5: Pens win 4-2
Game 6: Pens win 4-3
Game 7: Wings win the Cup 3-2
That's what I'm calling.
Abandoned Beauty
The time had come by again; the thrice a year movement to stay within the darkness. Paul knew not why this was done, as he put on his MGJ 8240 heat suit, but it was always done, and those whom refused to follow were never heard from again.
He wasn't strong, wasn't weak, although he had taken 3 years of kung fu, just the average 15 year old whom yearned for independence and a life on his own. He stood at roughly 6', the same as his father. He had blue eyes, and brown hair with a sort of greasy shine. This information however, is irrelevant.
"Mine's got a hole in it!" said the boy next to him. A sad thing to hear from but a child. Two enforcers began moving on him as the mother pleaded with them. "No, please! He is all that I have left!" They never seemed to have heard her, faceless, emotionless, under their masks as they grabbed the boy and took him into the next room. Nobody knew where they went upon leaving the exit area, but the people were never heard from again.
It was rumored that they would be brainwashed and become enforcers themselves, or that they would be imprisoned and released when everyone else left to keep maintenance on the living quarters until the others returned in their buggies months later, at which time they'd be returned to the dungeons.
Paul knew not, but he'd prayed to never have the unlucky chance of a ripped suit himself. Imprisonment, or becoming an emotionless beast, he never wished either upon himself. He got into the buggy and dozed off for the majority of the 10 hour drive.
Suddenly he was running through a new world. White powder at his feet, it was chilly. "Come on Paul!" a random child yelled to him, throwing the powder at him in a ball. He rolled some up and threw it back. What was this place? This powder? "Come on!" the child yelled again. They ran into a house together.
Paul awoke. What a great dream. If only such a world was real. He remembered cold powder, easily manipulated into many forms, all of which contained much fun. The rest was fuzzy to him.
"Hey Paul! You up yet?" yelled the driver. It was Mr. Plorstak, his teacher and mentor. "You always doze like a dog back there, you sloth. Can't stand the ride, can you?" he said.
"Well sir, there isn't exactly an archive of encyclopedias back here"
"Don't B.S. me like that Paul, we both know you aren't much for learning new things."
"We both know I'm one for sarcasm though."
"Heh, I know that much all too well."
"So how much of the ride we have left?"
"I think I see it right over there, Paul, don't drift off to la-la land right now, it'll last but a minute, kinda a waste of time in my opinion."
The buggies pulled up to the dome and the high overseer stepped out of the Grand Bug to allow access to the dome. He punched in the code and the doors opened as everyone funneled in to settle into their arrangements for the next 4 months.
Paul was to report to living quarter number 337. He found it a bit humorous that it was relatively close to his last residence in this particular dome at number 339. Pretty coincidental out of 12,500 potential areas inside. He knew right where to go but hung around and stretched his legs for a bit. No worries, his parents granted him his self-independence for the most part, but he still wanted to be living on his own, just him and his girlfriend.
Kim...he hadn't seen her since 2 days ago. The love of his life, he wished to be alone with her, but his father worked out of the house and rarely left, and his mother did the shopping.
Paul was exhausted from the unpacking of their belongings, for he was part of the upper-middle class and had a lot to bring inside. He went to lie down in his room and take a break. He pondered the dream world he had been in. The white, chilly powder; the boy he'd played with. Questions raced around his mind like the buggies that transported the people across the wastelands.
It had to be more than a dream, he thought, closing his eyes. It felt so real....
He felt a fairly familiar cold on his cheek as something hit it. "Gotcha!" the boy yelled, running joyfully around. Paul gathered his own handful of the powder and rolled it up into a ball. He threw it back. It felt so real, he thought, looking into the air as more of the powder came down upon his body. He looked around, noticing more of his surroundings. There was a red structure with a pointed roof, and strange creatures he had never seen or heard of before dwelled within. Another wave of cold hit him, this time in the arm. The boy ducked behind a big wall made of the white powder. It was no longer soft, but hard and densely packed. This powder intrigued Paul. It was so strange, so majestic.
The phone rang. Paul was unpleasantly awakened from his dream. The phone rang a second time. Paul got up. As it continued to ring, he drowsily fumbled around his dresser, eventually finding and getting to the phone.
"Yeah?" he said, letting out a big yawn.
"Hey pooky!" It was Kim. "Just wondering if we still have plans for about 5 tonight."
"Yeah, you know it."
"Alright! Meet you by the fountain?"
"Sure, see you then and there in my eyes, 'till then you'll be in my heart" Paul was a real romancer some times.
"Awwww....you're too sweet hun! Gotta go now, my mom wants the phone" She let out a big sigh.
"Well see you at the fountain, bye"
"Bye"
Paul hung up. The mysterious fantasy world had him interested, and he wished to know more of it, but nothing was more important to him than Kim. Not even that wondrous land.
He looked at the clock. 2:00. He had time before he met with Kim. He got dressed and walked into the living room and laid down. Nothing good on TV; never was the first day after a move. Everything was still in transition and everything was a re-run. He walked into the kitchen, grabbed a few pickles, and walked outside.
Paul had decided to go to the library and do research on his magical dream.
White powder: Results: Drugs, makeup.
Cold powder: Results: Ice
White: Results: Paint, spectrum, light
Mysterious powder: Results: None
No luck.
2 hours of research and he'd learned absolutely none more of his dream world. Whether it had any possibility of being real, or even anything in it, he still had little to no knowledge of, and even what he thought he knew, he could not trust it. After all, it was probably just a couple coincidentally identical dreams.
Even with these thoughts, it intrigued him, aroused his interest, and kept him searching for any truth within it. He had to know.
He signed off the library's network and checked out a book on health & medicine. Everyone knew he was interested in it, and doing so avoided suspicion. Just a dream, but he felt he had to keep this information from the public, concealed within his memory and his sleep.
"Still have ambitions of healing people Paul?" librarian Smith. Like the annoying grandmother people have at Christmastime, she was always on his case and WAY too attentive to not bug him out of his mind.
"Yeah...you know it"
"Perhaps you'll be giving me a heart transplant in the future, keep studying at it, I don't want to die from your failed surgery!" she let out a little laugh. Nobody thought her jokes were funny, but laughed anyway to keep on her good side. She was pretty strict to people who disrespected her or showed any disinterest whatsoever at her.
"Right...you know I'm a hard worker" he said, grabbing the book and walking out of the library.
4:30 and he was already at his meeting place waiting for Kim. Time to burn, nothing to burn it on....
A half hour later Kim showed up. Paul was sitting on a bench in the town square's south end, just staring into the air. "Waiting for somebody?" she said, disguising her voice.
Paul sighed "Yeah........" he let out a big yawn.
"Well here she is"
"Haaa...you're such a joker sometimes Kimmie" Paul turned to her, grinning. "So I was thinking........bumper cars?"
"Ohhhh I LOVE bumper cars! But I haven't gone in ages!" She was pretty ecstatic about it.
"Shall we?" he said, holding out his arm.
"We shall." Kim locked her arm around his as they went out for their day of fun.
Over the next 4 months, Paul's dreams continued. Albeit less frequently, they still occurred, and still puzzled him. The land of white had begun to recede and green had become exposed. In little patches at first and then more and more as the white disappeared. The strange boy remained, revealing more of the mystery to him as the dreams continued. Creatures revealed, such a "cow" a "horse" or a "chicken". Brown things revealed to be "trees" began to appear as the dreams grew clear, and grew their own green sheets as the green flakes on the ground appeared as well.
Paul was overwhelmed by the beauty of such images. He'd researched them more at the library, even under their actual names, however, still no information came up.
There's no way his imagination was wild enough, crazy enough, to invent such things. It had to be real, he thought. He was simply dumbfounded upon each new discovery, and was convinced more and more that it was not just fantasy, but real, an actual world somewhere out there.
Each dream brought a new level of clarity and more to discover within the world. The land was curvy, with many ups and downs, bumps and holes, completely unlike his grey, flat, home. Flora unlike any he had ever seen, in many shades of pink, violet, red, white. Luscious berries, with various colors of their own, juicy and sweet in his mouth. A whole world of beauty. A much better world than his own.
Being 4 months later, the monthly move had come along again. Paul was reluctant, however. He knew the fate of those left behind was unpleasant, but his wonderful dreams had only begun once he'd arrived at this particular spot. He had no desire to end them, nor wait another 8 months. The move was tomorrow....what was he to do?
Paul walked to the phone and picked it up, pressing 7 familiar numbers. It rang......rang again........rang again....
"Hello?" Kim..
"Kim......it's Paul"
"You sound down....why?"
Paul heaved out a big sigh. This wasn't an easy thing to say. "Kim............Kimmie............I'm not going."
"I'm coming over." Kim hung up.
She arrived within minutes. Panting, she said "What the heck do you mean you're not going? You'll be gone! You're my pookie! I can't go without you!"
Paul took Kim by the arm, sitting here on the couch; confident, sorrowful. Nobody else was home. "Kim......I've seen things..."
"What do you mean?"
"They've changed my view of everything. This life, this world, it's dull, colorless, boring. I've seen a new world in my dreams, but only since I've been here. It's so colorful, active.....it's simply incredible!"
"You're risking your life for a dream? Are you insane?"
"Kim, if only you'd seen it. It's amazing. I'm sure if I'd had a little bit more time, I could find a way to get there." He grasped her hands softly, showing his deep care for her. "I want you to come with me."
"I just don't know Paul...how can you be so sure of this?"
"I guess you're just going to have to go off faith. Meet me at the Central Transit HQ at evacuation hour if you decide to be with me on this." He got up walked out the door of his home, possibly for the final time.
It was 10:00 PM, moving day, moving hour. Paul was sure his disappearance had been noticed by now as he stood against the wall in the brick alley by the Central Transit Headquarters. No Kim yet, but he was sure that she would come. He was still unsure about how to reach the new world. Would he just keep sleeping, dreaming repeatedly until he found a route to it?
A new world....somewhere in the stars...
"Of course" Paul muttered to himself. The optical telescope. He would scan the stars for a world of white or green, look upon it for the very things he had seen in his dreams. He thought the plan out in his head. He would need probably a day or two in case enforcers lingered post-evacuation to check for people who stayed behind as he.
10:18. Still no Kim. Paul supposed she had decided against it. He was saddened by this, but there was no going back now. He had to reach the new world now or die trying.
The lights were dimming. No doubt the dome was powering down for the year again. No need to waste power, after all. It was eventually darker than anything he'd ever known. He was so used to things being constantly lit up and bright, but now it was dim and he was shrouded in darkness, but he knew his way around well enough.
Paul moved through the streets, creeping stealthily through the darkness. It would've been easy for him to be jumped by a thug or something, but they had all moved on. He stopped to catch his breath after a solid 3 miles. He'd been moving for some time now, and there was no sign of anybody but him.
He saw a light shine around the street corner....enforcers...
Paul ducked into an alley behind a garbage can as they turned the corner, nearing his location. His heart was beating faster and faster, it was like a jackhammer now, pounding at his ribcage. Thump thump thump thump thump. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead. Thump thump thump thump thump. The enforcers walked past him. Thump...thump...thump.....
Paul calmed down and waited until he thought he was out of earshot of them and shot out of his cover, sprinting for his life.
The problem was, he only THOUGHT he was out of earshot, as he accidentally kicked the garbage can, alerting them. One points at him, another fires a stun round at him.
Paul felt excruciating pain then fell into darkness.
He awoke a few hours later. He appeared to be in a sort of business office, a desk in front of him, some cabinets and a water cooler in the corner, but there were no windows and the walls and ceiling had a chrome-like shine. There was a security camera in the corner, scanning the room for anything out of place. Paul got nervous again, the thumping started once more. "What have I gone and gotten myself into?" he thought. He was in bigtime trouble.
A couple minutes passed and he'd thought he had been in there a month before the door opened and a man in a brown suit and a black tie walked in. He had sunglasses on. Figures, Paul thought. Everybody in a position of authority seems to have some fancy shades on.
The man sat at the desk, opening a portfolio. He skimmed through the papers inside it, uttering an occasional "Hmmm..." or "Interesting..."
Paul had an urge to ask what was so interesting upon those papers, but he'd figured it best he not spoke. Wait, did the man know of his dreams? The mere thought of it terrified him.
"Paul, is it? You DO realize you're in a pretty big amount of trouble, do you not?"
Paul looked at the ground, fearing his immediate future, his fate. He knew not what would become of him.
"You DO realize that it is one of our biggest laws, not to disregard a movement day?"
All of his hopes and dreams, having a family, settling down with Kim, reaching the new world, were they all gone forever?
"You also realize it is quite disrespectful to ignore authority figures such as myself?"
Paul looked up. "Sorry, sir...I gue-"
The man interrupted him "Don't give me that crap, you're not sorry, are you? Think the rules are all a load of bull don't you?" He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and crossing one leg over the other. "Now, what exactly motivated you to do this?"
Paul cleared his throat. Had to think of a way out of this. "You see, I've always kinda longed for something more in life, something exciting, so I figured I'd take a chance against the odds and attempt to live on my own here until the others come back around"
The man smirked "Lying again Paul? That's another bad thing you've done today.."
"I swear to you, it's all true!"
"Is it now? Did I tell you we have your girlfriend? Kim is her name? Ring any bells?"
Paul stopped moving, dead cold.
"Yes, yes, that's a shocker isn't it? She decided to break the rules too, to be with her 'little sweety'. Somewhat charming that she'd go to such great lengths for you, but looks like now you're both in trouble. Tell me what you sought, and I MIGHT let you both go. A couple lost kids find their way home after missing the convoy? The media would eat that right up. The people are happy, you're both alive, and this whole thing goes unnoticed . ".
He stood up and walked behind Paul, staring at the door. "Or you can lie here and rot for all I care."
"Fine" Paul said. He heaved out a big sigh, knowing it was do or die. "I've seen things....sir. Wonderful things."
"Care to elaborate on that?" The man clearly wanted specifics. He was not playing around.
"Colorful things, a new world to explore. Creatures, objects, things I'd never seen or even imagined before, all around me. Every time I slept I dreamt. Every time I dreamt, I dreamt of the same world. But it was different each time..."
"Different? How so?" The man seemed to have an oddly low level of intrigue over the matter.
"Well, every time it was more vivid, I was aware of more of it, and the environment seemed to change. The ground changed from white to green over time, slowly, new objects sprung up into my vision, new creatures."
"Interesting..." Paul wasn't so sure if the man was lying right back to him now. The look on his face was actually quite uninterested and dull.
"I was sure it was real because it was beyond anything I thought my psyche were capable of. I'd never been too creative and I doubted I would've been able to create such a fantasy world no matter how hard I tried."
"Go on..." It was weird how he didn't even call Paul out on any of the details, as if he were capturing the images in Paul's own memory and seeing them himself.
"I guess I made an attempt at all costs to see if it were true and realize my true dream of living in a world such as that."
"..and so that is why you broke the biggest laws we all know? Hm? For some little world that may be real?" It was as if he knew it himself!
"...and the weirdest thing is, you don't seem to be effected by this at all, do you? You know the truth don't you? About my dreams, the world of beauty and majesty. You know everything about it, don't you?"
The man walked over to his desk and pressed a button on it. An enforcer brought Kim into the room and sat her in a chair.
Paul hugged her closely. "I thought I would never see you again..I'll never let go"
Kim returned the hug.
The man in the brown suit reached into the desk. "Tell me Paul, of all the planets in space, what exactly were you going to search for?"
"Well...I guess a green one. I also had a dream at a...." he scratched his head, trying to remember the word. "A lake? A vast water puddle is what it seemed to be."
"Well Paul, were you going to look for something like this?" Out of the desk he pulled a small, foam ball. Upon the ball were designs of green and blue.
Paul was stunned. "Y-y-yeah.."
"..and what is the name of it? Earth? Full of cows, horses, racoons, forests, and many other geographical features and animals?" A large smirk appeared on his face. He'd known all along! "In certain areas it would be quite snowy for a couple months and warm the rest of the year, right?"
Paul was shocked. Beyond words.
"Surprised? Oh Paul, certain people...selected people...have known about this for quite some time. We moved here, onto a smaller object in space that technically isn't even a planet. It had been called the moon before, because people used to live on Earth in ages past, and it was the first moon ever discovered."
"W.....Why? Why would people leave such a beautiful and stunning landscape?"
"Tell me Paul, are you familiar with the word 'war'?"
Paul shook his head for no.
"What about death?"
He nodded.
"Paul, war is a word used for times back when the Earth was habited by many people. Many people which you've never imagined to see either. Did you ever see people of darker skin? Of lighter skin perhaps? Different hair colors and eye colors?"
Paul shook his head no once more.
"Back when the...Earth..was populated by us humans, there was a total of 8 billion of them. Imagine that number. 8 billion. Would you care to tell me how many people live here on...as it was originally named...the moon?"
"A-a-a....." He couldn't bring himself to say anything. This revelation was incredible.
"About a thousand, Paul. All of our skin is the same whitish, peachish color, we all have the same brownish hair and blue eyes." He pushed another button under his desk which brought up a television screen.
Upon the screen was 10 men, the likes of which Paul had never seen. Darker, brown skinned people, people with yellow hair, orange hair, green eyes.
"A small sample of the former diversity of the old world. Upon migration to the new world, only the richest of the rich were able to afford it. They all had the same standard genetic makeup as far as skin, eyes, hair, and mostly all appearance based looks went, and so diversity was lost."
"But why?" Paul gained up the stomach to ask once more. "Why would people leave?"
"Ah yes, back to the war topic." He pushed another button to move to another slide. Paul wanted to vomit. Men with camouflage clothes, all bleeding severely and dying. Some had missing limbs, some had holes in them, some just couldn't bear it all and shot themselves.
"This, Paul....is war. Tell me Paul, what year is it?"
Pale as he was, Paul answered. "393, sir."
"Good boy, you've conformed to our will, just because, what...a school teacher told you this? Are you that gullible? The true year is 2469. In the mid 2100s, resources on Earth began to run out. Wars were fought for them and many people died. The rich I've previously mentioned to you fled to this moon to escape the wars as Earth's population was destroyed. Not a single human being lives there anymore."
"Why can't we move back? It's not right! The people deserve to live in such a world should they so choose! And why the hell doesn't anybody else know about this? We had to have seen it out there some other time! If we had the ability to make this planet habitable, why not the others we've seen out there?"
"Oh Paul, don't you see? Should we bring people back, who's stopping things from starting all over again? As far as nobody else seeing it goes...why do you think we move every 4 months? To keep it out of our view, of course. So nobody else will ever see it in the skies. The same reason why we execute all those whom stay behind or have ripped suits. They would surely see the big blue ball in the sky and reveal it to the others. They are threats."
"You monster! The people should have a choice! Who are you to decide their lives for them?! This is not the freedom one seeks in life!"
"Don't you see Paul? They are granted the freedom of safety, of life. The people are not yet that mature and responsible to make their own choices...and that is that. You are to be escorted 400 miles outside of the dome limits to be executed. Had you kept your mouth shut and not learned of this all, you'd have lived. But now you...and your girl...are both to die. This shall not be let out to the public."
The enforcers carried away Paul and Kim. Paul would never again see civilization.
Two hours later, Paul sat in the front buggy with two enforcers, Kim in the back one.
"What have I gotten myself into..." Paul thought. "I have started the ignition to my execution...all for having wonderful dreams."
Paul stared out the window. He imagined the grass once more, trees and farms. Barns and their inhabitants.
Taking his final gaze upon the wasteland of the moon, he saw something he'd remembered from television in a dream. A rocket. A way to the world.
He had to make a move now or never. Two enforcers, one driving, one in the passenger seat. They'd made the mistake of not having one in back to guard him. This is where his kung fu came in handy. Paul took a deep breath, and chopped the passenger unconscious. As the other noticed, he grabbed the pistol out of the passenger's pocket and fired into the driver's head.
He grabbed the wheel and shoved the bodies in the back. It was time to rescue Kim. He slowed down gradually, getting equal to the other buggy. He lined up the pistol at the driver's head and yelled "Kim! Get ready to take the wheel when I take him down!"
She never had time to get in position as Paul fired on the driver and the buggy tumbled along the moon's surface, becoming mangled in a devastating crash.
"NO!!" Paul shouted. He slammed the brakes. He turned the buggy around. "KIM!!!" He saw more buggies in the distance. No time.
He would never see Kim again.
Paul turned his buggy around and sped for the rocket.
Shots were being fired all around him. The back of the buggy was punctured and he put the buggy on cruise control, aimed directly for the rocket as he took one of the enforcers' suits.
Turns out, despite common belief, they weren't mutated or malformed in any way. Just normal people.
Laser fire whizzed all around him, puncturing the back of the buggy.
"AGH!" Paul screamed in pain as his right arm was badly hurt by a high concentrated light round.
He couldn't give up, not even with a busted arm. He couldn't have let Kim died in vain, he couldn't have made all of his for nothing.
Reaching his target, he slid the buggy to a halt, sprinting for the rocket's entrance. He put his left shoulder and all of his weight into slamming the door open. As it flung open, Paul ascended a ladder, heading for the control room, right at the top. He found bounding through the air surprisingly easy. There was not much gravity outside the dome or buggy.
Reaching the controls, he strapped himself into the seatbelt and slammed the autopilot button.
"Set course. Earth" He said, beginning the rocket's liftoff.
He was shot into space with extreme force.
Paul began laughing, full of glee. "I've made it! I'm free!" His dream realized, it was only a matter of time until he reached Earth.
Weight began pulling down upon him once more. He had entered the Earth's atmosphere. He took off his helmet, looking out the window at his new home. Earth.
A beeping brought him to his senses. Out of fuel. "Oh no..." he said. This couldn't be the end. He'd come so close. He smashed the parachute button. He was slowing down, but it was nowhere near close.
Upon landing, Paul limped away from the wreckage. His leg was broken, his arm still wounded. His head hurt massively and he thought he may have had head trauma. He limped towards a bush and collapsed.
Paul noticed a wild strawberry on the ground next to him and put it in his mouth. He laughed.
Paul was unsure whether it was true freedom or the strawberry, but this was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.
Epilogue
Upon the crash of the buggy back on the moon, Kim slipped away from the enforcers and stole a buggy from one at Paul's launch site. She explained the conspiracy to the rest of the people of the moon and a revolution began.
Within one month, at long last, true freedom was attained by the human race.
Seriously guys, really sorry about not updating anything. Got lots of shit going on, and I've been jumping from one new story to the other, feeling like I'm never gonna finish one without starting another.
BUT HERE'S A PROMISE!!!
To tide you over until the next chapter of BSW2, I PROMISE that I'll have a new story out by January 16th. Mark your calendars people, January 16th. (Yeah, that part used to be the 13th, but I've had to devote a lot of time to my gf because she's become near-suicidal [women, amirite fellas?])
This one is more my style, and I feel it'll be overall better quality than the others.
The other stories have been all suspense and conspiracy, combat and darkness.
You've all probably noticed how crappily it works out when I attempt to write action scenes. Yeah, not pretty.
This one is research and revelation, majesty and mystery, which is a lot more my style.
Thanks to TheBigLemon for writing Jim, it was a HUGE inspiration to this one.
A Killer's Lament
10/15/07 by kdfsjljklgjfg
It was enough, he had had enough of this. So many deaths, so much pain he had caused.
It was a year ago to the day he had begun his madness, and it would not go beyond one year.
He remembered that time it had begun as it had just happened moments ago..
His breathing got heavier as the breeze grew stronger.
Not again, he thought as memories came back to haunt him. "No, stop it, STOP IT" he screamed. Everything became a blur to him, the world spinning madly before his eyes. "NO! GET AWAY!" he yelled.
His arms flailed madly, attempting to swat the memories which had haunted him so. It was too much to handle, too much to take in.
He grabbed the glock out of his belt and fired randomly as an innocent fell.
It was one year to date, about 2 hours from this moment.
He sat amongst the graves in the cemetary, as he had been for the past three hours. John Turner, Jack Mcintosh, Abigail Bowman. All victims slain by his doing, as well as the one he sat against, Janet Wilson.
He knew that he could not go on killing like this. A punishment worse than the most horrible torture known to man, to know you had killed someone.
He pulled out his gun. One last bullet...it needed to fire one last shot. Only this time, the victim deserved it.
He stared at the bullet, rolled it in his hand. How could a small, shiny, glistening object such as this be so violent, so destructive?
The man stroked the tombstone behind him and murmured "Had I only treated you better, mother." as he placed a photograph of his family on the ground where a hole was dug one year ago to date.
He put the glistening bullet in the barrel, cocked the pistol, and said goodbye.
He would cause pain no more.