Hi, guys... Sorry there hasn't been much going on this past week or so. See, I'm sick with a sinus infection. It might not sound so bad, but whenever I get sick, my brain function sort of deteriorates, and I start forgetting things, like, to eat food, or take showers, or that I shouldn't be sleeping 20 hours a day. So I sort of forgot about updating this blog for a while.
Don't worry, though! I am working on something, but it might be a couple more days before I get it published. I've only been able to write a paragraph or so before forgetting what I was writing about. I'm getting a little bit better, but you'll still have to wait. Sorry about that.
But the good news that you should take away from all this is that I'm working, and that you should expect another chapter soon. It's already running a bit longer than I intended it to, so you know it's going to be good.
Thanks for hanging in there. I'm going to sleep.
~PolarFarina
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Chapter Eleven: Hoax
"How much longer are we going to be out here?" asked Alfonso. He shielded his eyes as he looked across the desert. "I can't see anything for miles. Why do we even think they're still out here?"
"Just because we can't see anything doesn't mean it's not there," said the Super. "Mirages can still stop us from actually seeing the truth."
Actually seeing the truth? thought Alfonso. Is this guy for real? Alfonso kept thinking as he dragged his feet across the dry, cracked ground. He had a hard time believing that The Super had become such a big hero. Then again, the media will believe anything these days... It could just be a hoax. A really good hoax, but still. The Super just didn't have the same glow a real hero would have. He wasn't very courageous, and was totally oblivious to everything that wasn't centered around him. But it felt a little forced, so maybe he wasn't all bad. Still, Alfonso didn't like it.
And that Cassandra girl? He didn't think it was just coincidence that she had the same "powers" as The Super. She probably didn't have any powers at all, and was just fantasizing. I mean, come on, thought Alfonso, what are the odds of it just being coincidence?
"Wait..." said The Super. "Hang on... what is that?" In the distance, but not quite at the horizon, a hazy spot seemed to be moving very, very slowly toward them. Alfonso tried to squint through the haze, but his eyesight wasn't quite good enough to figure out what it was. The Super's probably would be, if all the rumors were true.
"Is that...?" started The Super, squinting hard. He seemed to be double-checking.
"What? 'Is that' what?" asked Alfonso, following The Super's line of sight. He hoped the "hero" wasn't playing tricks. He had seemed pretty jumpy on the Jeep ride out here. He'd looked everywhere at once, his legs restlessly bouncing up and down. Alfonso found his behavior rather erratic, and hard to predict.
The Super stopped squinting, his face contorting into an angry frown.
"I am going to kill that octopus," he growled between clenched teeth.
"An octo–" started Alfonso, but he was interrupted by the huge torrent of wind created by The Super's flight. Alfonso stood alone, watching the blob of the flying hero turn into a dot, and then a speck, as The Super caught up to whoever it was that he had to kill.
"Huh," said Alfonso. "So it's not an elaborate lie. Cool."
He started walking again. Gotta catch up somehow, he thought. A good lie is maintained consistently, after all. Can't have them catching on, now can we?
Hi! This one's a bit short 'cause I need to change perspectives. I'm trying to keep it less confusing by keeping it down to one perspective per chapter, and so far it's worked pretty well. So I'm going to keep doing it.
So yeah. School is school. I have homework. Deal with it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another post to write as fast as possible.
PolarFarina
"Just because we can't see anything doesn't mean it's not there," said the Super. "Mirages can still stop us from actually seeing the truth."
Actually seeing the truth? thought Alfonso. Is this guy for real? Alfonso kept thinking as he dragged his feet across the dry, cracked ground. He had a hard time believing that The Super had become such a big hero. Then again, the media will believe anything these days... It could just be a hoax. A really good hoax, but still. The Super just didn't have the same glow a real hero would have. He wasn't very courageous, and was totally oblivious to everything that wasn't centered around him. But it felt a little forced, so maybe he wasn't all bad. Still, Alfonso didn't like it.
And that Cassandra girl? He didn't think it was just coincidence that she had the same "powers" as The Super. She probably didn't have any powers at all, and was just fantasizing. I mean, come on, thought Alfonso, what are the odds of it just being coincidence?
"Wait..." said The Super. "Hang on... what is that?" In the distance, but not quite at the horizon, a hazy spot seemed to be moving very, very slowly toward them. Alfonso tried to squint through the haze, but his eyesight wasn't quite good enough to figure out what it was. The Super's probably would be, if all the rumors were true.
"Is that...?" started The Super, squinting hard. He seemed to be double-checking.
"What? 'Is that' what?" asked Alfonso, following The Super's line of sight. He hoped the "hero" wasn't playing tricks. He had seemed pretty jumpy on the Jeep ride out here. He'd looked everywhere at once, his legs restlessly bouncing up and down. Alfonso found his behavior rather erratic, and hard to predict.
The Super stopped squinting, his face contorting into an angry frown.
"I am going to kill that octopus," he growled between clenched teeth.
"An octo–" started Alfonso, but he was interrupted by the huge torrent of wind created by The Super's flight. Alfonso stood alone, watching the blob of the flying hero turn into a dot, and then a speck, as The Super caught up to whoever it was that he had to kill.
"Huh," said Alfonso. "So it's not an elaborate lie. Cool."
He started walking again. Gotta catch up somehow, he thought. A good lie is maintained consistently, after all. Can't have them catching on, now can we?
Hi! This one's a bit short 'cause I need to change perspectives. I'm trying to keep it less confusing by keeping it down to one perspective per chapter, and so far it's worked pretty well. So I'm going to keep doing it.
So yeah. School is school. I have homework. Deal with it.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another post to write as fast as possible.
PolarFarina
Monday, September 15, 2014
Chapter Ten: Paradox
"Okay," said The Super. "Let's do this." He stepped forward, leaning
just a bit to look over the edge of the cliff. Below was a long, long,
drop, and then desert expanded to the horizon. It was about noon, which
made the day even hotter than it seemed. They were all sweating
profusely, Cassandra looking completely exhausted, Rose with her jacket
tied around her waist, and Alfonso refusing to take his off. Even though
it was over one hundred degrees, he chose to keep his black leather on.
"I'm tired," Cassandra grumbled, like the eight year old she was. She could keep going, but she didn't want to. Her freckled face was bright red, caused by the fact that she didn't really sweat. At least, not like adults do. The blood rushing to her face made her cheeks feel extra hot, and her face felt fuzzy and distant, like right before you fall asleep. "Can we rest? Is there water?" She was the kind of person who could chug two liters of water before stopping to take a breath. It really clogged up the lines at the drinking fountains at school.
"Fine," said The Super. "I'll keep going. You guys decide whether or not to come with; She'll be able to catch up just fine, and maybe give you guys without powers a ride."
"Uh, yeah," said Alfonso, "that 'maybe' doesn't comfort me when we're standing in the middle of an Arizona desert. I'm going with you."
"Yeah, well," said Rose, "I'm staying. She may bug the heck out of me, but technically, she is me. I'll make sure she gets back all right. Thanks for looking out for her, Supes. You're a real role model."
"Why, thank–" he frowned, thinking a moment. "I hate sarcasm."
"Yup," said Rose, "that's the point. Now, run along. I want you home by midnight."
The Super opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and turned to grab hold of Alfonso. The two slowly descended to the ground far, far below Cassandra. Soon, they were just tiny dots, ants trying to cross the desert of a sidewalk. People are so much more tiny and insignificant than they think they are. Cassandra sighed, long, but short too, a puff of air that seemed to hang longer than it did.
"Now," said Rose, "let's get you something to drink." She reached into the pack she'd brought with her, and brought out a two-liter bottle of water, though the knapsack looked completely empty. It was as if she was Mary Poppins, pulling impossibly large things out of a tiny bag that weighed almost nothing,
"How did you–" she started.
"Sciency stuff from the future. Like a real-life Bag of Holding." A Bag of Holding was something that you could own in a roleplaying game like Dungeons and Dragons, basically a magically enhanced bag that could hold an almost infinite amount of objects. Cassandra had always known that science and magic were intertwined in fiction stories, but in real life? She'd always wished magic really existed. Writing letters to people like Santa or the Tooth Fairy, getting replies that had been kept in the fridge to seem like they'd come directly from the North Pole, or written with a parent's left hand to make it seem like a tiny person wrote with a pig pen. She was too critical, and wished for such things to be real. Maybe if she just trusted people a bit more, if she could just believe in things, it might all seem a bit more real. She huffed a laugh. This was coming from someone who discovered that some fantasies were real, that she had powers, and the powers of her most recent comic book creation, no less! She believed that. Why couldn't she believe in the Easter Bunny?
"You said.. You said that I bug the heck out of you. Why? Have I done something?"
"No!" said Rose. "It's just that... You don't seem right. Reality doesn't create people like you. Believe me; I've tried. Not on myself, of course, just with... experiments..." she trailed off, tried again. "The Super's planet, and the worlds closely surrounding it, are a space-time anomaly. They shouldn't exist, yet they do. That's why I came here, because I'm a scientist. I want to know what's making the world be like this."
"What does that have to do with–"
"You're not from this dimension. You're from a regular reality, one that follows the basic rules of mutation, and how gravity works. So why do you have these powers, and why discover them now, and not younger, or older? And don't think I didn't catch you, letting the others believe that you're a whole four years older than you really are. Sidenote: your hair bugs me, too. I had blond hair, too, but it went away by first grade. Mostly because none of my relatives had blond hair, I didn't get to retain it. So why would you have it, still? I mean, granted, you're only eight, but come on! Your hair going brown, that should've happened years ago," finished Rose.
"Uh," said Cassandra. "I've had these powers for a couple years now. Wasn't keeping very good track of exactly when. Why are you so focused on my hair? It's always been this color. Look, what happened was this: I found out I had powers one night. I got so excited I flew and flew, and lost myself in the city. I kept flying, hoping to find someone I knew, and suddenly, this window just opened up right in front of me, in the middle of the sky, and I couldn't stop myself from going into it. Suddenly I was in this different world, where people flew around like I did, and then I saw someone I recognized. The Super."
"Wait, what? I thought you'd never been to this dimension?" interrupted Rose.
"I hadn't," said Cassandra. "But, I had recently started drawing comics, before this all happened. And one day, I was doodling up characters, and I came up with–"
"The Super."
"Yup," said Cassandra. "Weird, huh?"
"Crap," muttered Rose.
"What? What is it?"
"You don't have superpowers," said Rose. "You've never met the Super, and technically, you're not even talking to me right now."
"What? Yeah, I am, you're right here."
"Why can I be so stupid sometimes?" shouted Rose. "This is bad, really, really bad. I don't know what will really have an affect and what won't–"
"What are you talking about?" asked Cassandra.
"You're not really here," said Rose. "You're comatose, back on your Earth. Have been for one or two years. Maybe three. The question is, why would someone–"
"What? Why would they what?" asked Cassandra, freaking out, hyperventilating slightly.
"Someone wanted you to know about The Super, or was trying to warn you that he was in danger and that he needed your help. They started sending you messages in your dreams, the kind of dreams you forget about. But they tried so hard, your brain started remembering The Super. More of a shadow really, just bits and pieces, but you knew there was something there. You started making comics, drawing him, and then BOOM– one night you just fell into a coma. I don't know why, and I get the feeling you don't either, so I won't bother you with questions."
"Wha– you expect me to believe all this?" asked Cassandra.
"Of course not," replied Rose. "I expect you to think about it. And then make some very important life decisions." She turned away, mumbling to herself. "Who would try to contact such a little girl? Does she have special potential? Is it just random? And why? That's a good question to ask. It could be someone from the future, which would mean that it wasn't random and they chose her specifically because she becomes important one day... What for? And what kind of person would have time travel?" She started fiddling with a watch-like device on her wrist, thinking hard, and then all of a sudden froze. "No," she said smiling a bit, staring at the thing attached to her arm. "Wait, yes. Ah, yes! Wow, that's really something. Can't believe I never thought of it earlier! Which means... ah, yes, of course..." She was grinning ear to ear now. "I'm so brilliant sometimes."
"What do you mean? What's that–thing– on your wrist?" asked Cassandra.
"This," said Rose, holding it up, "is a Space-Hacker. Sometimes known as a Vortex Manipulator. It can put anyone wearing it at any point in time or space the wearer chooses. Basically, I can travel in time. And go wherever I want. I could hop back to Earth right now, if I wanted to."
"But what does it have to do with me?"
"Right now? I'd say... nothing. But it might, later on. Can't tell you much about it, though, seeing as how... ah, but that'd be a spoiler. Don't you just hate those?"
"Those what?" asked Cassandra. Rose was making less and less sense the more she talked.
"Spoilers. When someone tells you that the main character dies before you get to that part. It's really annoying. Anyway, you feeling better?"
"Uh, yeah," said Cassandra.
"Then let's get moving, shall we?"
Hooray! This post took longer than I anticipated, and I never actually got around to writing the part I actually wanted to. It got interrupted by the paradox. I don't know how much of you will see it yet. I'll wait for your understanding. Or not understanding, that works too. Just send me feedback, please?
I'm totally exhausted from all this writing. I'm going to go to sleep. See you in the next post.
PolarFarina
"I'm tired," Cassandra grumbled, like the eight year old she was. She could keep going, but she didn't want to. Her freckled face was bright red, caused by the fact that she didn't really sweat. At least, not like adults do. The blood rushing to her face made her cheeks feel extra hot, and her face felt fuzzy and distant, like right before you fall asleep. "Can we rest? Is there water?" She was the kind of person who could chug two liters of water before stopping to take a breath. It really clogged up the lines at the drinking fountains at school.
"Fine," said The Super. "I'll keep going. You guys decide whether or not to come with; She'll be able to catch up just fine, and maybe give you guys without powers a ride."
"Uh, yeah," said Alfonso, "that 'maybe' doesn't comfort me when we're standing in the middle of an Arizona desert. I'm going with you."
"Yeah, well," said Rose, "I'm staying. She may bug the heck out of me, but technically, she is me. I'll make sure she gets back all right. Thanks for looking out for her, Supes. You're a real role model."
"Why, thank–" he frowned, thinking a moment. "I hate sarcasm."
"Yup," said Rose, "that's the point. Now, run along. I want you home by midnight."
The Super opened his mouth to say something, closed it, and turned to grab hold of Alfonso. The two slowly descended to the ground far, far below Cassandra. Soon, they were just tiny dots, ants trying to cross the desert of a sidewalk. People are so much more tiny and insignificant than they think they are. Cassandra sighed, long, but short too, a puff of air that seemed to hang longer than it did.
"Now," said Rose, "let's get you something to drink." She reached into the pack she'd brought with her, and brought out a two-liter bottle of water, though the knapsack looked completely empty. It was as if she was Mary Poppins, pulling impossibly large things out of a tiny bag that weighed almost nothing,
"How did you–" she started.
"Sciency stuff from the future. Like a real-life Bag of Holding." A Bag of Holding was something that you could own in a roleplaying game like Dungeons and Dragons, basically a magically enhanced bag that could hold an almost infinite amount of objects. Cassandra had always known that science and magic were intertwined in fiction stories, but in real life? She'd always wished magic really existed. Writing letters to people like Santa or the Tooth Fairy, getting replies that had been kept in the fridge to seem like they'd come directly from the North Pole, or written with a parent's left hand to make it seem like a tiny person wrote with a pig pen. She was too critical, and wished for such things to be real. Maybe if she just trusted people a bit more, if she could just believe in things, it might all seem a bit more real. She huffed a laugh. This was coming from someone who discovered that some fantasies were real, that she had powers, and the powers of her most recent comic book creation, no less! She believed that. Why couldn't she believe in the Easter Bunny?
"You said.. You said that I bug the heck out of you. Why? Have I done something?"
"No!" said Rose. "It's just that... You don't seem right. Reality doesn't create people like you. Believe me; I've tried. Not on myself, of course, just with... experiments..." she trailed off, tried again. "The Super's planet, and the worlds closely surrounding it, are a space-time anomaly. They shouldn't exist, yet they do. That's why I came here, because I'm a scientist. I want to know what's making the world be like this."
"What does that have to do with–"
"You're not from this dimension. You're from a regular reality, one that follows the basic rules of mutation, and how gravity works. So why do you have these powers, and why discover them now, and not younger, or older? And don't think I didn't catch you, letting the others believe that you're a whole four years older than you really are. Sidenote: your hair bugs me, too. I had blond hair, too, but it went away by first grade. Mostly because none of my relatives had blond hair, I didn't get to retain it. So why would you have it, still? I mean, granted, you're only eight, but come on! Your hair going brown, that should've happened years ago," finished Rose.
"Uh," said Cassandra. "I've had these powers for a couple years now. Wasn't keeping very good track of exactly when. Why are you so focused on my hair? It's always been this color. Look, what happened was this: I found out I had powers one night. I got so excited I flew and flew, and lost myself in the city. I kept flying, hoping to find someone I knew, and suddenly, this window just opened up right in front of me, in the middle of the sky, and I couldn't stop myself from going into it. Suddenly I was in this different world, where people flew around like I did, and then I saw someone I recognized. The Super."
"Wait, what? I thought you'd never been to this dimension?" interrupted Rose.
"I hadn't," said Cassandra. "But, I had recently started drawing comics, before this all happened. And one day, I was doodling up characters, and I came up with–"
"The Super."
"Yup," said Cassandra. "Weird, huh?"
"Crap," muttered Rose.
"What? What is it?"
"You don't have superpowers," said Rose. "You've never met the Super, and technically, you're not even talking to me right now."
"What? Yeah, I am, you're right here."
"Why can I be so stupid sometimes?" shouted Rose. "This is bad, really, really bad. I don't know what will really have an affect and what won't–"
"What are you talking about?" asked Cassandra.
"You're not really here," said Rose. "You're comatose, back on your Earth. Have been for one or two years. Maybe three. The question is, why would someone–"
"What? Why would they what?" asked Cassandra, freaking out, hyperventilating slightly.
"Someone wanted you to know about The Super, or was trying to warn you that he was in danger and that he needed your help. They started sending you messages in your dreams, the kind of dreams you forget about. But they tried so hard, your brain started remembering The Super. More of a shadow really, just bits and pieces, but you knew there was something there. You started making comics, drawing him, and then BOOM– one night you just fell into a coma. I don't know why, and I get the feeling you don't either, so I won't bother you with questions."
"Wha– you expect me to believe all this?" asked Cassandra.
"Of course not," replied Rose. "I expect you to think about it. And then make some very important life decisions." She turned away, mumbling to herself. "Who would try to contact such a little girl? Does she have special potential? Is it just random? And why? That's a good question to ask. It could be someone from the future, which would mean that it wasn't random and they chose her specifically because she becomes important one day... What for? And what kind of person would have time travel?" She started fiddling with a watch-like device on her wrist, thinking hard, and then all of a sudden froze. "No," she said smiling a bit, staring at the thing attached to her arm. "Wait, yes. Ah, yes! Wow, that's really something. Can't believe I never thought of it earlier! Which means... ah, yes, of course..." She was grinning ear to ear now. "I'm so brilliant sometimes."
"What do you mean? What's that–thing– on your wrist?" asked Cassandra.
"This," said Rose, holding it up, "is a Space-Hacker. Sometimes known as a Vortex Manipulator. It can put anyone wearing it at any point in time or space the wearer chooses. Basically, I can travel in time. And go wherever I want. I could hop back to Earth right now, if I wanted to."
"But what does it have to do with me?"
"Right now? I'd say... nothing. But it might, later on. Can't tell you much about it, though, seeing as how... ah, but that'd be a spoiler. Don't you just hate those?"
"Those what?" asked Cassandra. Rose was making less and less sense the more she talked.
"Spoilers. When someone tells you that the main character dies before you get to that part. It's really annoying. Anyway, you feeling better?"
"Uh, yeah," said Cassandra.
"Then let's get moving, shall we?"
Hooray! This post took longer than I anticipated, and I never actually got around to writing the part I actually wanted to. It got interrupted by the paradox. I don't know how much of you will see it yet. I'll wait for your understanding. Or not understanding, that works too. Just send me feedback, please?
I'm totally exhausted from all this writing. I'm going to go to sleep. See you in the next post.
PolarFarina
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Chapter Nine: Betrayal
Finally, rest. The dragon had given them some time to sleep, because
he himself had grown weary. It was at this point that he realized it
probably would have been best to bring some sustenance, but they were nearly there, anyway. There's be supplies at their destination.
The trio had laid out near each other, resting near the only ones they even partly trusted. Biter snored loudly, all other inmates by now used to his dinosaur roars, which used to echo down the halls at night back in the cells. North, who had taught himself to sleep during the night like most organisms on this planet, was using Biter's tail as a pillow, breathing quietly in contrast to the constant tremors of his pillow.
The night, cool and quiet except for the already discussed, seemed endlessly dark. The Blue Octo lay awake, pondering his life, his accomplishments. He remembered the first time he'd fought face-to-face with The Super, something the other criminals sleeping around him only dreamed of. The one thing he'd never discussed with Biter, or anyone else for that matter, is that he was The Super's personal rival. He, The Blue Octo, had been the recurring villain, the bad guy that the good guy couldn't quite catch. Except, he got caught. It didn't used to be that way; his life in jail had lost its purpose. Now that he was free, he could begin again, try to win this time. Not that he hadn't tried before.
The first time, he had planned it quite elaborately, though it didn't seem like it because his plan was foiled almost instantly, but that wasn't the point. Most villains started out by just doing something bad and happening to get caught by a superhero, then escaping and escalating the game. But, no, Octo had planned it from the beginning.
It started with a cry for help. Simple, but effective, because he'd disguised himself as a damsel in distress. The Super came running right away, like he always used to do before he became a big-shot who only took on the major crimes. Back then, no crime was too small.
The Super had "saved" the damsel in distress, and when he asked her if she was all right, Octo threw off his costume and basically declared war on the hero. It sounds stupid, but there was a plan behind this. The Blue Octo had just misjudged The Super, and was beaten fairly quickly by getting trapped in another dimension. A colorless dimension. His time spent there gave him time to devise new plans.
Years passed, and he quickly became a major headline in the papers. He'd escaped the colorless dimension by basically reinventing color, something that had never been attempted. He proved himself as clever, and dedicated. No way could The Super just ignore him now.
Except, he made a mistake. The Blue Octo had gotten so tied up in the game he'd forgotten what outside life was like. He'd forgotten his purpose, and was just trampling on the rules. He screwed up, and ended up in jail. It gave him plenty of time to think.
The first few years in jail, he had fought back, blaming the system, getting tazed more often than he'd care to mention, being disrespectful. But eventually, he broke down. He stopped the yelling, stopped fighting. Stopped blaming anyone except for himself. He knew, deep down, that he'd gotten cocky, and that was why he'd gotten caught. And he almost couldn't live with it. But somehow he had pulled through, not really thinking about it. That's how a lot of things are done, really. Numbing the mind so you can't feel the pain anymore.
And then there was the jailbreak, his moment of opportunity. Some of the inmates had stayed behind, rather take their cold-cut punishment than take chances with someone they didn't even know. But Octo? He knew this was his chance to redeem himself, and he had taken it. The question was...
What now?
He had a fairly good idea of what this "Starting Over" entitled, and he didn't feel good about it. There was only one option, and man, it went against every grain of fiber his being was made of. But it was the only option, as far as he was aware. Either that, or continue walking across the desert to who knows where. He'd have to leave Biter, the only real friend he'd gained in his 142 years of life. He took a deep breath. No sense in waiting; it would be morning soon.
Octo sat up, slowly trying not to make too much noise. He examined the ground, looking for... Ah, there it was. It crumpled as his tentacle grabbed it. Lacking hands, fingers, or thumbs, it was very hard to keep a grip on.
He's a genetically experimented on octopus, what did you think it'd be like? Stop interrupting my writing!! I can't see or read your thoughts, but I can imagine them, and they're bugging me. So stop it. He's an octopus, get over it. As I was saying...
He looked across the horizon, the inky darkness letting up a bit just where it touched the landscape. The sun was coming up. Better be gone before it finished. He looked back at Biter, at North. He took another deep breath. "Goodbye, friends," he whispered.
The Blue Octo turned toward the horizon, and set off in search of an old enemy.
"Hello, old friend."
Hi there! As you mat have noticed I changed it so that I'm labeling my chapters now. It's easier, and also, I'm lazy. Especially when my brain is overworked from school. I'm sorry about that.
So, last post took a while to upload because Google had some kind of glitch where it wouldn't save, even when it said it did, so that was frustrating. The good news is that I was able to copy and paste what I wrote into a Word document (It was my mom's idea) right before the server crashed, restarted, and deleted everything I wrote.
It was okay, though, because I just copied and pasted it back out of the Word document. The main problem I have with this issue is that it wouldn't let me publish my post because it couldn't save, so I was left clicking the publish button and wondering why it wasn't working. I'm very obviously good with technology... Not really. I mean, I set this blog up for myself two years ago, when I was... 13? So that's maybe something.
Enough talk about the past. Right now, I've got homework. High school, huh? They think they can just hand out homework willy-nilly. They're crazy.
But, yeah, I have to do stuff for school. So I can't write all the time anymore. Sucks, huh? I'll do my best to get stuff out on the weekends. And that super-secret thing I leaked about? It might actually come out in October sometime. I know I made a promise, but, hey, life's tough. Plus it goes with the Halloween theme better, anyway.
Can you guess what my favorite holiday is?
-PolarFarina
P.S. Oh, yeah, according to my parents, Gmail got hacked, so I've got to sort this out. The URL might change or something weird like that (I dunno, does Google do that?), so don't forget that searching Google with the keywords "randomness of it all polarfarina" will get you where you need to go. The first six links are to my blog, so I think you'll be okay.
Thanks for being patient with all these technical difficulties. :)
Oh, hey, guess what happened this time? It deleted it all again. Whoops, Google. Glitches are annoying. It's REALLY TRULY BEING PUBLISHED NOW!!
The trio had laid out near each other, resting near the only ones they even partly trusted. Biter snored loudly, all other inmates by now used to his dinosaur roars, which used to echo down the halls at night back in the cells. North, who had taught himself to sleep during the night like most organisms on this planet, was using Biter's tail as a pillow, breathing quietly in contrast to the constant tremors of his pillow.
The night, cool and quiet except for the already discussed, seemed endlessly dark. The Blue Octo lay awake, pondering his life, his accomplishments. He remembered the first time he'd fought face-to-face with The Super, something the other criminals sleeping around him only dreamed of. The one thing he'd never discussed with Biter, or anyone else for that matter, is that he was The Super's personal rival. He, The Blue Octo, had been the recurring villain, the bad guy that the good guy couldn't quite catch. Except, he got caught. It didn't used to be that way; his life in jail had lost its purpose. Now that he was free, he could begin again, try to win this time. Not that he hadn't tried before.
The first time, he had planned it quite elaborately, though it didn't seem like it because his plan was foiled almost instantly, but that wasn't the point. Most villains started out by just doing something bad and happening to get caught by a superhero, then escaping and escalating the game. But, no, Octo had planned it from the beginning.
It started with a cry for help. Simple, but effective, because he'd disguised himself as a damsel in distress. The Super came running right away, like he always used to do before he became a big-shot who only took on the major crimes. Back then, no crime was too small.
The Super had "saved" the damsel in distress, and when he asked her if she was all right, Octo threw off his costume and basically declared war on the hero. It sounds stupid, but there was a plan behind this. The Blue Octo had just misjudged The Super, and was beaten fairly quickly by getting trapped in another dimension. A colorless dimension. His time spent there gave him time to devise new plans.
Years passed, and he quickly became a major headline in the papers. He'd escaped the colorless dimension by basically reinventing color, something that had never been attempted. He proved himself as clever, and dedicated. No way could The Super just ignore him now.
Except, he made a mistake. The Blue Octo had gotten so tied up in the game he'd forgotten what outside life was like. He'd forgotten his purpose, and was just trampling on the rules. He screwed up, and ended up in jail. It gave him plenty of time to think.
The first few years in jail, he had fought back, blaming the system, getting tazed more often than he'd care to mention, being disrespectful. But eventually, he broke down. He stopped the yelling, stopped fighting. Stopped blaming anyone except for himself. He knew, deep down, that he'd gotten cocky, and that was why he'd gotten caught. And he almost couldn't live with it. But somehow he had pulled through, not really thinking about it. That's how a lot of things are done, really. Numbing the mind so you can't feel the pain anymore.
And then there was the jailbreak, his moment of opportunity. Some of the inmates had stayed behind, rather take their cold-cut punishment than take chances with someone they didn't even know. But Octo? He knew this was his chance to redeem himself, and he had taken it. The question was...
What now?
He had a fairly good idea of what this "Starting Over" entitled, and he didn't feel good about it. There was only one option, and man, it went against every grain of fiber his being was made of. But it was the only option, as far as he was aware. Either that, or continue walking across the desert to who knows where. He'd have to leave Biter, the only real friend he'd gained in his 142 years of life. He took a deep breath. No sense in waiting; it would be morning soon.
Octo sat up, slowly trying not to make too much noise. He examined the ground, looking for... Ah, there it was. It crumpled as his tentacle grabbed it. Lacking hands, fingers, or thumbs, it was very hard to keep a grip on.
He's a genetically experimented on octopus, what did you think it'd be like? Stop interrupting my writing!! I can't see or read your thoughts, but I can imagine them, and they're bugging me. So stop it. He's an octopus, get over it. As I was saying...
He looked across the horizon, the inky darkness letting up a bit just where it touched the landscape. The sun was coming up. Better be gone before it finished. He looked back at Biter, at North. He took another deep breath. "Goodbye, friends," he whispered.
The Blue Octo turned toward the horizon, and set off in search of an old enemy.
"Hello, old friend."
Hi there! As you mat have noticed I changed it so that I'm labeling my chapters now. It's easier, and also, I'm lazy. Especially when my brain is overworked from school. I'm sorry about that.
So, last post took a while to upload because Google had some kind of glitch where it wouldn't save, even when it said it did, so that was frustrating. The good news is that I was able to copy and paste what I wrote into a Word document (It was my mom's idea) right before the server crashed, restarted, and deleted everything I wrote.
It was okay, though, because I just copied and pasted it back out of the Word document. The main problem I have with this issue is that it wouldn't let me publish my post because it couldn't save, so I was left clicking the publish button and wondering why it wasn't working. I'm very obviously good with technology... Not really. I mean, I set this blog up for myself two years ago, when I was... 13? So that's maybe something.
Enough talk about the past. Right now, I've got homework. High school, huh? They think they can just hand out homework willy-nilly. They're crazy.
But, yeah, I have to do stuff for school. So I can't write all the time anymore. Sucks, huh? I'll do my best to get stuff out on the weekends. And that super-secret thing I leaked about? It might actually come out in October sometime. I know I made a promise, but, hey, life's tough. Plus it goes with the Halloween theme better, anyway.
Can you guess what my favorite holiday is?
-PolarFarina
P.S. Oh, yeah, according to my parents, Gmail got hacked, so I've got to sort this out. The URL might change or something weird like that (I dunno, does Google do that?), so don't forget that searching Google with the keywords "randomness of it all polarfarina" will get you where you need to go. The first six links are to my blog, so I think you'll be okay.
Thanks for being patient with all these technical difficulties. :)
Oh, hey, guess what happened this time? It deleted it all again. Whoops, Google. Glitches are annoying. It's REALLY TRULY BEING PUBLISHED NOW!!
Friday, September 5, 2014
School... dun dun DUNN!! (Also: The Super, Part Eight: T-Bone)
Hey, guys. Sorry for not writing sooner. My workload from school was
pretty sudden and I needed some time to adjust. It's been a long first
few days, but at the same time, I feel like almost no time has passed at
all since I wrote for you guys last. It's really weird, actually.
Then I thought about you guys, waiting for more. And I said, "I wish I could've done more, and sooner." I really do. But living in the past ain't gonna change anything. (Sorry about that, I've been feeling like following the rules too much can be hazardous to my mental health. I apologize. It won't happen again; all grammar will be correct from now on. Probably.) Hey, I'm sorry if I get a ton of homework. I'm ahead a year in math, taking advanced English, engineering, and with my other classes like chemistry and history, I feel like they're going to be giving me a bunch of homework to do, which is something that I'm not used to doing quite yet. There may be some gaps until I get it all straightened out.
But, I couldn't just leave you hanging... so here it is, and I stayed up to write it. I'm actually typing this at school, if you have any ideas about me staying up typing on my computer.
"What do you want?" The Blue Octo ventured.
"To... er... hang up, as you say?" He said it like a question, as if he wasn't sure why he was there at all.
"You mean hang OUT," corrected Biter, "and no, you can't do that. Don't even try."
"It seems you don't have many friends... Could this be why? Rejecting others asking for friendship? Do you know why.... Er, Fighter?" said the star guy. Man, this guy was digging his own grave, and it looked like he knew it.
Biter stepped forward, baring his teeth. Octo moved in front of him, presumably to stop him from doing something stupid, but it was clear that if Biter wanted to do something, he'd do it. Whether Octo was there or not.
"The name's Biter. Bite. Er. See the big dinosaur fangs? Not for show. They're real, genuine, dinosaur fangs I'm willing to use if anyone gets on my bad side. And right now, you're headed in that direction, Mr. Tar-say."
"Tar... say?" asked the star guy.
"Star in Pig Latin," said Biter. "I thought you were supposed to be smart. Why is no one as smart as they say they are?" He turned and kept walking, the others following.
"Well, uh," said the star guy, trying to change subjects. "I'm not sure I understand why two different people such as yourself and Mr. T-Bone here are friends, perhaps--"
"T-BONE?!" shouted Octo, turning savagely to glare intensely at the star. Biter, on the other hand, burst out laughing, so much he collapsed onto the ground. "Oh, of course you'd think it funny," Octo said, directed at Biter, who was now rolling on the ground holding his sides. "I can't believe this. One day – no, not even a full 24 hours – and it's already catching on."
"What's so funny?" asked the star guy.
"My real name, at least as far as I can tell, is The Blue Octo," said Octo, "making my initials T, B, and O. Put them together and you get T-Bo. Only Biter calls me that. Only Biter," he stressed, making it as clear as he could that the star was not to call him any version of that.
"Oh, man," said Biter, standing up and wiping his eyes, "that was just too perfect. Your reaction– 'T-BONE?' Priceless. Tell ya what, Tar-say, you can hang with us. One free day. We'll decide if you're really T-Bone material."
"T-bone... What's that supposed to mean?!" asked Octo, rather hotheadedly.
"I mean we'll see if he lives up to this standard he's set for himself. I wanna know if he'll be making fun of you all the time, or if that was a one-time gig. And one way to test anyone's loyalty is to show them the ma–"
"Well," interrupted Octo, "why don't we talk about it first before we start giving out all our secrets to random strangers? What if the dragon finds out? What will your massively intelligent brain think of then?"
"I have a name, you know," put in the star guy.
"Eh? Stars have names?" asked Biter.
"Uh, yeah," said the Star. "We all do. I just forgot mine until recently. But now I remember, it's–"
"Wait, wait, wait, you forgot your own name? How does someone do that?" criticized Biter.
"I am about two billion years old," said the star. "My name is North."
"What, like the north star? Are you saying you're the North Star? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I saw you and the north star at the same time last night. How does that work, do you exist in two places at once or something?" Biter questioned.
"Sort of, yeah," said North. "What actually happens is it takes thousands of millions of years for light to travel across space. So those stars up there? Those stars were hanging around while dinosaurs walked the Earth. If you actually were paying attention last night, you would have seen that, in fact, my leftover light is now completely gone. No more North Star for you Earthlings. Sorry, you'll have to figure out something else to navigate by."
It was silent for a moment.
"Hey, North," said Octo. "We have something to show you..."
"Yeah, but first, we have to ask you: Can you keep a secret?" asked Biter.
"Yes," said North, "yes I can."
"Good," said Biter. "Now, there's this map I found..."
Yaaaay! More writing! Happiness! This post took the whole day to write. I started writing it this morning, and now it's finally done. I just got back from the school's first football game of the year, (as far as I'm aware) and my voice is shot. It was totally a lot of fun, but that much yelling? Not good for my vocal chords. I hope it'll be back tomorrow. At least it doesn't affect my ability to write! :P
Anyway, WEEKEND!! Writing and relaxing time!! I hope to be writing something else soon, so keep checking!! :) That's all, for now.
Destination: Imagination!
~PolarFarina
Then I thought about you guys, waiting for more. And I said, "I wish I could've done more, and sooner." I really do. But living in the past ain't gonna change anything. (Sorry about that, I've been feeling like following the rules too much can be hazardous to my mental health. I apologize. It won't happen again; all grammar will be correct from now on. Probably.) Hey, I'm sorry if I get a ton of homework. I'm ahead a year in math, taking advanced English, engineering, and with my other classes like chemistry and history, I feel like they're going to be giving me a bunch of homework to do, which is something that I'm not used to doing quite yet. There may be some gaps until I get it all straightened out.
But, I couldn't just leave you hanging... so here it is, and I stayed up to write it. I'm actually typing this at school, if you have any ideas about me staying up typing on my computer.
The Super, Part Eight: T-Bone
"Hey, guys," said the star guy. Both Biter and Octo sighed dramatically, trying to get him to go away, but of course the star guy didn't pick up on it. There's only so much an alien can learn while in prison."What do you want?" The Blue Octo ventured.
"To... er... hang up, as you say?" He said it like a question, as if he wasn't sure why he was there at all.
"You mean hang OUT," corrected Biter, "and no, you can't do that. Don't even try."
"It seems you don't have many friends... Could this be why? Rejecting others asking for friendship? Do you know why.... Er, Fighter?" said the star guy. Man, this guy was digging his own grave, and it looked like he knew it.
Biter stepped forward, baring his teeth. Octo moved in front of him, presumably to stop him from doing something stupid, but it was clear that if Biter wanted to do something, he'd do it. Whether Octo was there or not.
"The name's Biter. Bite. Er. See the big dinosaur fangs? Not for show. They're real, genuine, dinosaur fangs I'm willing to use if anyone gets on my bad side. And right now, you're headed in that direction, Mr. Tar-say."
"Tar... say?" asked the star guy.
"Star in Pig Latin," said Biter. "I thought you were supposed to be smart. Why is no one as smart as they say they are?" He turned and kept walking, the others following.
"Well, uh," said the star guy, trying to change subjects. "I'm not sure I understand why two different people such as yourself and Mr. T-Bone here are friends, perhaps--"
"T-BONE?!" shouted Octo, turning savagely to glare intensely at the star. Biter, on the other hand, burst out laughing, so much he collapsed onto the ground. "Oh, of course you'd think it funny," Octo said, directed at Biter, who was now rolling on the ground holding his sides. "I can't believe this. One day – no, not even a full 24 hours – and it's already catching on."
"What's so funny?" asked the star guy.
"My real name, at least as far as I can tell, is The Blue Octo," said Octo, "making my initials T, B, and O. Put them together and you get T-Bo. Only Biter calls me that. Only Biter," he stressed, making it as clear as he could that the star was not to call him any version of that.
"Oh, man," said Biter, standing up and wiping his eyes, "that was just too perfect. Your reaction– 'T-BONE?' Priceless. Tell ya what, Tar-say, you can hang with us. One free day. We'll decide if you're really T-Bone material."
"T-bone... What's that supposed to mean?!" asked Octo, rather hotheadedly.
"I mean we'll see if he lives up to this standard he's set for himself. I wanna know if he'll be making fun of you all the time, or if that was a one-time gig. And one way to test anyone's loyalty is to show them the ma–"
"Well," interrupted Octo, "why don't we talk about it first before we start giving out all our secrets to random strangers? What if the dragon finds out? What will your massively intelligent brain think of then?"
"I have a name, you know," put in the star guy.
"Eh? Stars have names?" asked Biter.
"Uh, yeah," said the Star. "We all do. I just forgot mine until recently. But now I remember, it's–"
"Wait, wait, wait, you forgot your own name? How does someone do that?" criticized Biter.
"I am about two billion years old," said the star. "My name is North."
"What, like the north star? Are you saying you're the North Star? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I saw you and the north star at the same time last night. How does that work, do you exist in two places at once or something?" Biter questioned.
"Sort of, yeah," said North. "What actually happens is it takes thousands of millions of years for light to travel across space. So those stars up there? Those stars were hanging around while dinosaurs walked the Earth. If you actually were paying attention last night, you would have seen that, in fact, my leftover light is now completely gone. No more North Star for you Earthlings. Sorry, you'll have to figure out something else to navigate by."
It was silent for a moment.
"Hey, North," said Octo. "We have something to show you..."
"Yeah, but first, we have to ask you: Can you keep a secret?" asked Biter.
"Yes," said North, "yes I can."
"Good," said Biter. "Now, there's this map I found..."
Yaaaay! More writing! Happiness! This post took the whole day to write. I started writing it this morning, and now it's finally done. I just got back from the school's first football game of the year, (as far as I'm aware) and my voice is shot. It was totally a lot of fun, but that much yelling? Not good for my vocal chords. I hope it'll be back tomorrow. At least it doesn't affect my ability to write! :P
Anyway, WEEKEND!! Writing and relaxing time!! I hope to be writing something else soon, so keep checking!! :) That's all, for now.
Destination: Imagination!
~PolarFarina
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