[[Italics are things related to the story but are not the story itself.]]
A discussion with me, PRU-03, Shuffle Shadow, and rushedSoul has spawned this odd piece. Someone named [Sa-sa-sa-sa-satan] commented to a noob’s spammed question that “Satan was Dutch”. As a result, I commented that it was a lie and that “Satan was Antarctican”. That led to rushedSoul stating that “Satan was African American” I denied this and then added;
“Satan is Antarctican. And the Penguins are his minions”
rushedSoul kept insisting that Satan was African American…so…I added…
“The penguins have already invaded south of South Africa and parts of New Zealand..”
“They have agents in every zoo…all waiting…for the time to…become activated by the Devil.”
“The penguins have everything planned…from their tuxedos to their benign experience. They even spread misinformation that they couldn’t fly.”
“On that fated day, the penguins will attack…and mankind will never be the same..”
“well, for one, because all of us will be dead.”
So, I’ve decided to make a story for such a situation since I really don’t want to work on my essay. surprised Now, I can make it as an essay. Yay for added incentive to write this story. =)
However, that’ll be for later as I continue to pile all my thoughts together. I am going to rapidwrite a lot of stuff since my mind is filled with ideas. Here...we go.
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[[Another story that failed for the meantime]]
Slowly, slowly falling, cracking, breaking, shattering…my perfect glass ball finally flew over the edge. For years, I kept the thin flawless ball in one piece despite the fact that the ball was hollow and the glass so thin. However, I managed that feat…I still do not know, but it does not matter now; my orb of perfection is gone and I must now dwell on the fact that it’s shattered into pieces and shards.
That glass ball was something I received even before I was born into this world; my mother somehow gave it to me when I was a small fetus. However, when I was born, I finally got to see it and experience it but never touch it with my poor frail hands. It was the same exact ball, still
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Freewrite
“Satan is Antarctican” joke. Nothing like today to actually start the damn thing. The perspective will be from a less-than-sane person, a non-credible point of view. "The penguins will be minions of Satan" is the main thing about it. The way it should go is establishing a lack of credibility from the “author” and then placing the penguin as Satan’s minion. Should start out as a rant about Satan and the end. For some odd reason, I think I might end up sounding like Takaya. Oh well.
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The devil. The devil. The devil. THE END IS COMING. The day of reckoning is here! I have FORESEEN IT!. There is no escape from inevitable fate. Come and pray for salvation and forgiveness for tomorrow may be your last day. They day is nigh and pretty soon the executors of the devil will come and descend upon us . [Something that reminded me of LucasArts’s Loom] Either that or we will fight back against Satan and his creatures of darkness.
Deep within the heart of cold, Lucifer sleeps the day and night in perpetual time, hidden between sheets of ice deep within. Oh god, I can see him with his blue-tinged reddened skin, enormous wings the size of several airplanes, and his large dark evil malevolent eyes. The ice is slowly being chipped away, assisted by his minions deep within. They wear suits of black and white, elegantly dressed for death’s coming and shall obey his whim when he finally gets out.
I HAVE FORESEEN IT!
The dastardly beaked ones, the penguins, are the habringers of the end, slowly leading the world to its fated destruction and mankind’s annihilation! Oh, some have already left from their homeland of ice and drought, drifting on ships of ice, invading parts of New Zealand and Southern South Africa, slowly making those places under the dominion of the Lake of Fire.
I SEE BLOOD! I SEE EVERYTHING BURNING!
They have agents undercover in almost every country, waiting for the time of the devil’s coming. They lie in wait till the time where they recruit the other animals for their cause. They act all innocent with their black-and-white tuxedos and their cute squawks, BUT I KNOW BETTER. It’s all an act as they spend their misinformation around such as them “not being able to fly” or “needing to live in a cold climate.” PREPOSTEROUS. With the powers given to them by the devil, they could live anywhere with ultimate success. It’s a power they NEED in order to cause the apocalypse. Humans are not the domineering being; they are.
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“The dastardly beaked ones, the penguins, are the harbringers of the end!”
I was about to describe the occurrences of murderers when the end arrives. Marks a vision about his statement and how it’s a full moon. Pfft…. Ha ha ha. I have no real comment about the BS I’m spouting. I want to continue writing.
The reckoning will start on a full moon, Satan finally freed from his prison of ice. He won’t come himself just yet, keeping his presence a secret until the last moment showing us ape-rats hell. Instead, THE PENGUINS will come forward and reveal their duplicity as the vicious animals they are, every night following this one.
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Murders everywhere will crop up, seemingly for no reason. The magnitude of the murderers makes governments believe that some sort of cult is doing it, BUT I KNOW BETTER. I HAVE SEEN IT. The penguins are the ones killing men, women, and children under the veil of the moon! For days, the magnitude of random deaths, for penguins don’t care who they kill, will increase and increase until reaching the point where the penguins cannot keep themselves a secret anymore. Only then will the government act, and it will be too late. The penguins will have eliminated any possible resistance and mark the staging ground for the final act, THE DEVIL COMING TO CLAIM ALL YOUR SOULS!
Cities will be decimated with a mere glance, towns set ablaze with the eternal fires of Prometheus, and the cries of those left will soon be no more. The devil will claim ALL OF YOUR SOULS! And there will be nothing you can do then!
BUT YOU CAN DO SOMETHING NOW, go to your zoos and kill your penguins! Kill the turncoats whom we care for by feeding fish and providing a home! THEY ARE NOT CUTE LITTLE ANIMALS! THEY ARE THE MINIONS OF THE DEVIL. They’ll cut your throat on the day of reckoning without remorse. They’ll eviscerate your children without a second thought. They’ll eat YOUR BABIES.
SALVATION. SALVATION. SALVATION.
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Anyways, I think I can write this thing better. The description part. It seems that I should try and talk about how the penguins move from place to place and how they escape from their zoos without notice. I’m trying to make the guy portrayed as “believing what he says,” but his outlandish comments make him insane or not credible. After telling about the penguins and their escape, I should instead put in more detail about the state of the bodies. I have to remember that this guy thinks he’s having “visions” which is important to the story. I need to focus, focus, focus.
Making another metawrite. I particularly like the tone in the beginning, similar to the fire and brimstone preachers that I have in my head (Fred Phelps lol). I think I will soon write the description now….wee….
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As soon as the sun sets and a full moon rises, penguins will rise up for their captivity and take off to the air! The penguins in Anatartica hasve revived their master! The day of reckoning is upon us! They’ll kil indiscriminately without remorse, only a little for the first day to make it appear as a small amount of murderers which increases in number with every day that passes by…
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Still don’t like it. Its become too analytical than a scream from the top of one’s longs that the day is ending. Maybe I should do description and my pen is running out of oink. I’ve discarded the penguin “anti-christ” Didn’t work. I do like my introduction though. I should tweak th- I should tweak the description in a freewrite as though I were envisioning the spectacle. I can make the penguins climbing over fences (or flying over them)
Wow, I wonder what should be the grand finale though….
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