Nightmares

I had a screwed up nightmare last night, and it woke me up this morning. Nightmares, for me, are rare, but I enjoy them. They make me remember my sanity. I don't really feel like writing about it, but I did explain it to one of my friends on msn, so I'm just going to laze about and post what I wrote to him, minus his comments. Please note that I write pretty casually on msn, etc, so it's not going to be as grammar powerful as usual. It's probably still readable.

So there I was

a blue cartoon bear wearing a red and brown horizontal striped t-shirt, blue denim shorts, white gloves and no shoes

(yeah.)

and I was running along

in this weird, warped cartoony place

all the doorways were curved sideways, along with the doors

because it's cartoons

and it's in some sort of mostly bright colored house thing

and There are three people there

All female

only saw the face of one

that was Alice from Disney's Alice in Wonderland

for some raisin

and then the other two were some stupid brown haired girl wearing orphan clothes or some shit

and someone wearing a black and green sumbraro or whatever, with a green feather in it, and a black and green dress

the latter two were very short

They were in a rectangular room with a little jet out at the end of the wall, and none of them were facing each other

basically what happened was Alice and orphan were standing back to back, about half the room's length from each other, and sunbraroe the mexican was standing facing the wall in the jet out

after few seconds, they all ran and switched places

then they did it again after some more seconds

then, after some more seconds, they did it again but one of them left the room instead of going into the jet out

then every time they switched places, they would proceed farther into the house

so I took a box out and pushed a button on it

remember, I'm a bear

and I pressed the button

and an anvil fell on Alice's head

And she kinda sqiushed a little, and the anvil fell off her head

and then she went back to normal as she was switching places with people

as if made of rubber

I did this for a while to the different people, with different results

a couple times I dropped a grand piano instead, which crashed onto the person but all that happened was the grand piano broke where it crashed into the person, and then disappeared

and sometimes the anvil would land on someone's head and squish them all the way to the ground, but they would still recover

so basically, they were invincible

and sometimes they would say something, like uh

"Don't you wish you know what we were feeling inside?"

as if I was hurting their feelings by dropping anvils on them

and shit like that, I forget most of it

they didn't say much

anyways, then in the dream, I woke up

I was me again

I walked outside, I was in toontown central, which is basically a big park with a pond in the middle and some stuff like shops and whatever

it's from the game Toontown Online

typical mmorpg stuff, but it's kids themed

so I was like

"Let's go to Goofy's Gag Shop!"

which is the weapon shop, btw

there was no one else in toontown central, btw

it's a huge ass place, but it was empty

then I was going to Goofy's Gag shop, and I saw a familiar username (?) and it was "Superstar" which I recognized as the orphan

but I didn't realize it right away

and then in the corner of my eye I saw a purple cartoon duck running and wearing an orange shirt and yellow shorts

but I was already going into goofy's gag shop

which, when I got inside, turned out to be my house

and I walked into the house

and I was bothered by that Superstar thing

so I was like

"Wasn't that the name of that girl?"

and then I went into the kitchen

and I saw Alice and the orphan standing back to back in my kitchen

and I woke up sort of screaming, but it was more like a "Nnngghhuuuhh..."

like, I was just making a noise, and it was pretty quiet

and I didn't even open my eyes when I woke up and I realized that I was awake for real and making a weird noise, so I stopped

I also noticed I was lying on my back, which is strange because I never sleep on my back because it's not comfortable

so I probably had a fucked up dream from lying on my back in my sleep

And thats pretty much how it went down. I hope you enjoyed reading a much more informally written blog post. Don't expect many more.

KingRanter

Twitter Time

I got Twitter. You can find my feed here, but it isn't going to be extremely eventful. I'm just using it so I can follow my friend Bleskie who is moving to Ottawa and has decided to "rediscover twitter as a tool." I figure that if he's gonna be gone, I'll be able to talk to on msn like usual, but I won't be able to see him much anymore. He was my friend since Kindergarten, and I'm gonna miss the big guy/tall and skinny guy.

I don't plan to use Twitter much myself. I barely ever use the Facebook status updates at all in the first place, and this is basically that, so I don't see myself using this, but I figure I'll post whenever I have a new blog post or something. Maybe this will increase my interest in writing or something.

Not much else to say about that. On a different note, I'm not going to stop writing King Ranter's story. At least, the story aspect. I'm still somewhat interested in writing more about it, but I'm going to post a story summary instead so I can just write about whatever is going on currently. Making a story out of it won't keep going, so the plot aspect is going to be fairly shallow. However, the plot summary is probably going to be a big post because there are a LOT of aspects, and it's probably going to be written in sections, or at least categories within the post. We'll see when we get there.

KingRanter

Hedgehogs

So yeah, hedgehogs. They're fucking adorable.

I've recently, and by recently I mean today, become somewhat infatuated with hedgehogs. And I mean the real ones, not the video game ones that I have also been a fan of for a few months now I think. I wouldn't buy one while I'm still living at home because, well, I wouldn't have room for it's cage or anything. Also, no one would want me to have it at the house because they would be like "Hedgehogs!? Do not want!" Well, not really. I talk like that, not them. Also, Hedgehogs are fairly expensive. apparently, they can range between $130-$150 in the US, but I think that might include the cage and shit. I mean, the cage, and the shit comes with the food you buy.

Look at his little feets!

Anyways, yeah. >_>

KingRanter

1 Month Later

Gawd, I am one lazy bastard.

I haven't been feeling much inspiration for writing anything lately. A couple weeks ago I had starting writing the next chapter of King Ranter's story (which I need to think of a real title for) but I wasn't feeling it. I kept doubling back to make edits, and I got about halfway through before I had to stop. Looking at it now, it's absolutely fucking awful, and I need to rewrite it if I plan to continue. The flashback chapter is definitely dragging on too long for me and I wish I could wrap it up, so I might actually cut out the fight scene there and see if I could possibly start writing whatever the fuck I want. There's a LOT of stuff that I've come up with recently that I'd like to write about, but I've not really felt like getting on with the story as is.

I wasn't initially going to release this information directly on the blog, but I don't think anything's going to get done about it anyways. I want to start a webcomic around some of the characters in King Ranter's story. I wouldn't plan to compete with other official webcomics out there, and this would sort of just be an addition to the blog. I would still have chapters of the story and rants here and there, stuff like that, but I think a webcomic would be fun. Here's the problem.

I can't draw worth shit.

If I wanted to start a webcomic, I would need (NEED) a fucking artist. I have concept art for the characters I want incorporated, but it's not really concept art as much as it is stick figure versions of the characters with hair and a general clothes design. None of it is drawn well, and I wouldn't mind so much if I could actually draw those characters out into different positions with ease. If I could, I wouldn't need an artist. But I can't, so I do. I am opening this job to anyone. As long as you can computer draw and as long as you are reliable enough to draw shit up for me when I need it (and it won't be daily or anything, or even scheduled,) then you've got the job. It wouldn't be a paying job, mind you, but maybe you'll find it fun, too. Seriously, a long as you can sort of draw, even if you're not that good, you could probably pull it off better than me. I wouldn't be able to make myself do it without it looking really good as far as stick figures go, and it would take me a VERY LONG TIME to do that. And I don't have lots of time.

Don't expect posts too soon or anything. This is just so my readers know the place isn't closed down, it's just bored. Not that there are many readers or anything.

KingRanter

PS. The blog's got a new look that I designed. Hope you like it.

Last Day of Classes

Today was the last (full) day of classes at my high school. I graduated, so tomorrow there's a half day and then I have an English exam. Then I leave the school and never return. Today, to celebrate, I took my friends (most of them) to KFC. It was me, Josh, Victor, Ryan, Bleskie and Chris. This is a story of ungodly win, so I'm not being careful to avoid names this time.

We all walked down at lunch to KFC for the Thursday special (10 pieces of chicken and a medium fry for $12. Awesome.) I asked if anyone wanted a drink. Bleskie wanted a diet pepsi and no one else really needed anything except for Chris, who opted out of making me pay for his food and bought his own food but managed to give me 75 cents somehow. Also Ryan had gave me $4, but I gave him back 1 because I didn't think he needed to pay 1/3 of the whole meal price since there were 6 of us. Anyway, I bought the chicken and the drinks, and wit the taxes for all of that it didn't even add up to $20 so I was happy. Then I get the food and I sit down with my comrades. During the meal, I ate 3, Ryan ate 3, Bleskie ate 3, and Josh ate 1. Chris ate his own food, and Victor said he wasn't a "fried guy" or something like that. I wouldn't want to be fried either, so I don't blame him, but I still don't know why he didn't want the chicken. Oh well.

Then these 4 douchebags are sitting at a nearby table, apparently at some point one of them threw a bottlecap, but I didn't see it otherwise I probably would have told them off myself. But instead, the following took place: One of those guys goes up to Josh, who is talking to Victor about Magic the Gathering and looking through his deck I guess, and this guy goes right up in Josh's face and says "What game are you playin'?"

So Josh doesn't say anything, but he just sort of laughs, grabs his chicken bone and tries to shove it in the guy's face. This guy backs off, think's it's kinda funny, and somehow this translated to Bleskie standing up and starting a rant at them. Ryan seemed to be getting nervous, to me, anyway, and he was telling Bleskie to "cool it" and "calm down" and "leave it be" etc. I told Ryan to stop whining because there were 6 of us and 4 of them, we were all bigger (and smarter) than them, and me and Ryan had karate experience (and that also Victor is Asian). Somehow, they ragefit and leave the restaurant (if they got kicked out, I was probably talking to Ryan during.) Then Bleskie calls out to them and re-earned my respect for him several times over in one sentence.

"My family owns a stable, give us a call if you ever want to go on a date!"

It was more win than I ever experienced. That line could not have been executed more perfectly, and then Chris took it upon himself to try to come up with something better than what Bleskie said, but he could not. On our way back to the school, Bleskie told every one that if they saw those douches (as he described them) to call them gigantic faggots. It was pretty awesome.

Apparently, one of those guys was in Ryan's drama class. He apologized to Ryan for his idiot friend. Everything was so perfect. Just like the rest of my day, which ended with Dairy Queen.

KingRanter

King Ranter: Chapter 2-7 - Lawful Treason

Chrono burst into Zinc's lab triumphantly, "I'm King, bitches!" he cried out. Zinc was sitting in his lab patiently waiting for him. He chuckled.

"Of course you are," Zinc said, "Not that it'll matter for long."

"Naw, but at least that phase is over," replied Chrono.

"Ready to tear down the Kingdom of Gyronia?" Zinc prompted.

"Damn right, I am. Let's recap the plan and then I'll head out."

"Alright, then, here's the deal," Zinc began, "To tear down the Kingdom, we have to eliminate the King, who is now you. If you are killed, the killer will become King, but you can only be killed by intentional means, no disease or natural occurrence can kill you. Until you are slain, you are immortal. However, if we can split you back up into Ranter and Thomas, there will be no actual King, neither of you will be immortal, and if even just one of you dies by any means, Barcus will let the castle drop into the planet and it will be destroyed. No one will be able to take it's throne, no one will be King, and there will be no more tyranny. Got it?"

"Got it," Chrono said, "But I do need to know how I was doing that. What have you got for me?"

"It's pretty straight forward, you just have to break open your Diamond Key."

"Diamond Key? First I've heard of this, tell me more."

"Your Diamond Key is just a diamond, but it normally takes on a spiritual form. You can call it with summoning magic, you should be able to pull that off no problem, and then all you have to do is release power out of it like you would out of yourself. Before you get any stray ideas, you will never be able push out enough energy to break it willy-nilly."

"Can't I just turn off my power inhibitor?" asked Chrono.

"You're going to have to, but that won't be enough. You're going to have to get real pissed off."

"Oh, you mean because I can accelerate energy more efficiently when I've got rage, right?"

"Yeah, you got it, you know yourself just as well as I do. You're going to have to accelerate one hell of an energy load to break that key, so you can't do it content. The problem is, we won't necessarily find something to piss you off so easily."

"Something will come up. I'll just start looking for some more freelance shit to do until something pisses me off. Maybe I'll just go adventuring, even."

"Sounds like a good idea to me," said Zinc, "By the way, did you remember to turn your inhibitor back down?" asked Zinc.

"No, good call, I'll do that now." Chrono looked at his watch and checked his power inhibitor. He stopped in awe, staring at the numbers that he saw.

"Something the matter?" Zinc asked, concerned.

"I dunno, uhh..." Chrono stuttered. Zinc walked over to see what the problem was. He looked at Chrono's watch which read '20%.'

"No, you changed it back," reassured Zinc.

"No I didn't... Zinc, I didn't change it in the first place. I fought the King at 20% power."

Just as bad as I thought

I'm graduating today. Pretty sweet, eh? Yeah, it is. Winning two awards: Science and alumni. The alumni award is basically for being a good student. Look it up if you need to. Just as well, prom is next Friday. I've got two tickets, and I've got no date, and I think I've got someone expecting me to sell them my ticket, which is probably going to happen. But yeah, I've got no date, big damn surprise.

I've also got school work to worry about. Last couple of weeks and I've got to get some shit done for Tech, Computer science, and (not so much) English. Basically, my three classes. My computer recently crashed on me, and I had to reformat it. Luckily, I didn't lose that much that was important. But, whatever, I have a bit to complain about, and I think I might just kinda slump around till I lighten my load a little.

KingRanter