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.

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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. >_>

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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.

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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.

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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.

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King Ranter: Chapter 2-6 - The End of a Glorious Battle

Chrono woke up in a daze. He shook his head and looked down at the staff that had penetrated his torso only moments ago. He grasped it and tugged it, but it was stuck behind him. The staff had stuck into the wall and pinned Chrono. He grasped it with both hands, planted his feet on the floor, and pushed himself up, pulling the staff out of the wall. He took a minute to breath, and then he pulled the staff straight out of himself. There was not a drop of blood on the staff, and he had not bled a drop. In fact, his shirt was still in fine condition. He forgot about his super armor that Zinc designed.

He remembered where he was. He looked ahead and saw the struggling King crawling out of the crater he created in his collision. He looked pretty intact as well. 'He must have similar armor,' thought Chrono. "Hey, Fuckface!" he roared, "I'm still standing! What are you gonna do without your staff?"

The King looked up at Chrono with a look of absolute terror. Chrono glared at him, and started walking towards him. He snapped the staff in half in his two hands and tossed the pieces off to the side, and cracked his knuckles. The King stammered to his feet and grabbed for his staff that he didn't have. Chrono closed in on the King and grabbed him by the neck through his beard and lifted him up above the ground. He was shorter than he seemed. Chrono started crushing his neck. "Any last words, you son of a bitch?" asked Chrono sarcastically. The King choked.

Chrono swung the King over his head and smashed him into the ground behind him, cracking the coloured stone panels in the ground. Chrono leaped straight up, cranked his arm back, and came down with his fist straight into the King's gut, causing him to grunt loudly in pain. Chrono grabbed him by the shoulder and threw him at the distant wall. While the King was flying through the room, Chrono shot in his direction and axe-kicked the King in the back, changing his momentum to straight down with a face-plant, leaving yet another crater in the ground. Chrono landed valiantly next to the King, and faced him. Looking forward, he saw the throne straight across from him. Then he looked back down at the King and rolled him over with his foot. "Wake up, you coward," he said, "You don't have a weapon. It looks like I'm going to have to murder you with my bare hands." He waited to see what the King would do, but he lied there motionless, presumably pretending to be dead. "Except I can't," continued Chrono, "Because your armor is protecting you as mine is protecting me, so I'll have to do things a little differently than I had planned." He picked the King up by his cloak and put him on his feet. The King looked back at Chrono, still silent, and still terrified. "King of Gyronia," said Chrono, "This is the end of you. You have chosen to say nothing when I offered, and you will never say another word again. I would like to compliment you on your powerful techniques, but your choice of keeping peace on the battlefield has not aided you well, and that was your downfall. I will no longer allow Gyronia to be ruled by one man, and to do that, I must kill you here and now. You have done your job well."

With that, Chrono landed a powerful uppercut to the jaw of the King, lifting up high into the air. Chrono jumped up and met him in the air, brought his hand back in a claw and penetrated the King's chest. Chrono forced a current to flow through his arm, and the King began to get electrocuted while Chrono held him up in midair. After a few moments, Chrono ripped his hand out of the King's chest, leaving no blood behind because of his armor, and he started punching him in the chest repeatedly, back and forth with his two fists and incredible velocities while maintaining the King's position. The room around them started to grow dark again, and Chrono put his arms into an X-block, quickly charged up a large amount of energy inside the King's body, and released his arms, causing the energy to emit in every direction. The King's body exploded, his perfect armor destroyed along with it, and the King's remains splattered all over the walls of the throne room. Chrono floated in place for a moment before dropping down to his feet. He glared around the room. The splattered flesh and blood of the King, as well as his destroyed cloak started glowing brightly. They started spiraling around the room like a hurricane, but Chrono didn't flinch. He waited for them to slow, and they collected in the center of the room right in front of him. With one last flash of light, the cloak appeared before him, floating in the air. There was no one in it.

Chrono grabbed the cloak by the collar and it went limp, no longer floating. He sent it to hammer space and took a step into the center of the room and looked around. He telepathically carried the pieces of broken stone and repaired the throne room. No one could have known a battle took place here. Chrono crossed his arms and sighed. He chuckled a bit.

"King Chrono Blackfire. I like the sound of that."