Thought I share my mess I call my NaNoWriMo Novel. Becoming Dead Chapter 1 Part 1. A steady buzzing sound brought John to life. His eyes struggled to open as morning light found its ways into his tired irises. He turned his head away from the window, cursing whoever thought it would be a good idea to leave the curtains open. He slammed the snooze button on his alarm and fell back asleep. Today was the first day of summer and needed to catch up on his sleep. A rustling sound came from the closet, his eyes opened in alert. He could have sworn he had left the closet door open before he went to bed, something about being to lazy to close it. John climbed out of bed, his body whispering promises of sweet dreams of lovely women, but he refused the offer. He wasn't sure why, but John felt his heart pound in his temples. His hand, shaking, reached out for the door knob. Someone had definitely been in his room, first the curtains and now the closed closet? As the door knob turned it let out an irritable screeching sound, louder in his heightened awareness. As he pulled the door open, a blonde headed monster jumped out of the closet. “Boo!” She shouted her arms outstretched over her head. “Hey Boo,” John said embarrassed. Should have guessed, he thought scolding himself. “Did I scare you?” Boo asked as she jumped up and down, a bright smile pasted on her eight year old face. “Nope,” John said turning his back on her. “Not even a little?” She whimpered. Her excited jumping stopped and as John glanced over his shoulders he could see her arms were folded. “Fine, I'll take my stuff elsewhere.” She ran out the door and out of his sight. As she left his sight he could hear her shout the name of our cat, Goggles. John let out a sigh as he fell into his bed and wrapped his blanket around his body. The howling of the cat brought him back, and John realized he couldn't sleep any longer. Climbing out of bed again, he changed out of his pajamas and into a pair of shorts and jeans. He wiggled his toes as he considered shoes and socks. He had to stop from slapping himself. Long were the days he had spent as a child running around the neighborhood, his feet naked as could be. Groaning over the death of his childhood, he left his room. Just as he was about to close the door, Goggles flew past and jumped onto the bed. Poor thing, not easy waking up in the morning to have Boo try and scare you. He smiled as he left the door partially opened. As he entered the kitchen Boo froze, her eyes searching for an escape. John glanced at her before opening the fridge to fish out some orange juice. Setting it out on the table John could see Boo slowly stirring her frosted flakes, her bangs obscuring her eyes. John then went for the cupboard and pulled out two small cups. Poured some orange juice into each, all very slowly. He sat down and passed one glass to her. “I didn't mean to I swear!” She cried out, her face forming a sad puppy face. “Well I don't swear, mom would wash my mouth out with soap.” She said, her breathing becoming more rapid. She paused for a moment, her eyes lingering on the juice. “I was trying to scare Goggles but I accidentally knocked over the broom and it bopped him on the head.” She squirmed in her seat, as he sipped from his cup. “You know very well that Goggles shouldn't be trifled with.” “Trifled?” She asked scratching her head. “Oh I know! Its that word the bad guy always says in Captain Rangers!” she sat up straight and cleared her throat and began to say in a deep voice, “You lousy kids I am not to be trifled with!” She slumped back down smiling. “Yeah, anyways.” John said as he got up and rummaged through the fridge. “You remember last Halloween?” Boo nodded and John could see her tremble. “I never told you what that was, did I?” John returned to the table, empty handed. She shook her head, her blonde hair waved around frantically. “Well a couple of days before Halloween, you stepped on Goggles tail. He wasn't to happy with that...” John finished his juice as Boo let out a terrible gasp, forcing a smile on John's lips. “So you might want to watch out or he might just go.... BOO!” John said in his most monstrous voice he could summon. Boo jumped in her seat, and when John started laughing she smiled. “You got me,” she smiled. When Boo finished her juice and cereal John took the bowl and cup and put them in the sink. “Have you seen the funnies today?” Boo nodded and got up from the table and disappeared into her room. When she returned she held the terribly folded newspaper under her arm. “Thanks.” After crinkling the paper, he scanned the newspaper, not looking for anything in particular. When he came across a article title 'H1N1 Terror' he froze. H1N1 Terror by Susan Davis Another confirmed 67 deaths at the Lanton Hospital late last night. In each case the patient exhibited signs of Swine Flu as they entered the ER early that afternoon. Only a few had any underlying problems, otherwise the 64 patients were fit and healthy. What worries CDC official is that these patients only came down with the flu the night before. “It was terrible,” one of the attending nurses said. “When they came in you could just see it in their eyes. They were dying. When I tried to speak to the doctors they refused to answer questions. But their faces told their reaction. They were scared. Last month CDC officials told us that the H1N1 virus was mutating, the Vaccine that was released late last year has become useless. When asked about if a new vaccine was in the process they looked grim as the reply was given “We are trying, but we fear that as soon as it is available to the public it will be useless. We underestimated the virus it is mutating and adapting at speeds we have never seen before.” Across the nation small towns have been quarantined. Most communications into the quarantined areas are restricted to military personal only. John didn't finish the article. He balled up the newspaper and tossed it away. He let out a sigh as Boo left the room, not a worry in the world. 67 deaths last night, making a grand total of 1,245 in the month alone and that was just in Lanton. Ever since news of the vaccine becoming inefficient he had made sure to keep track of the Flu From Hell as one of the major news networks had called it. “Johnny,” Boo said. John snapped into attention finding his kid sister staring at him. Her eyes wide, her small body was trembling. “Are you OK?” John sat their, looking at her for a moment wondering what it would like to be her. To be completely oblivious to the evils of the world, or at least think that some one was going to come in and save the day. No one was coming though, not now. “It just came to me,” he whispered and to his surprise he could hear the shakiness of his voice. “What?” She said, her eyes growing even wider. “That scare you gave me this morning!” John tried to smile, but couldn't get his lips to move. To many depressing thoughts. Boo started to jump up and down, a smiling a wide toothy grin. She stopped and ran out of the room and a moment later her door slammed in victory. How mom puts up with her was a mystery. John thought as he looked at the clock, at least they should be coming home tomorrow. John got up from the table and flipped on the TV.
I was watching the music video of Let Me Go by 3 Doors Down and I was sorta inspired to write this story. Not my best, hell not even clsoe, but oh well. Secrets We Keep Tyler walked briskly from through the campus as the afternoon sun reached its zenith. When he passed a group of friends he shrugged their invitations off and waved good bye. Tyler was on a mission and he couldn't let anyone or anything stand in his way. For the first time since he could remember he felt a powerful feeling at the pit of his heart. He had joked and teased his friends for becoming 'whipped' by their girlfriends. He had never had a lasting relationship and often became nothing more then a booty call. Now he wondered if he could ever return to that loveless existence. Tyler found Sarah alone on the soccer field. At the sight of her Tyler felt his heart soar and the darkness of the world obliterated by her very presence. He stood there for a moment, admiring everything about her. The way her dark hair fluttered gently in the breeze. After he captured the image in his mind, he ran out to the field and wrapped his arms around her from behind. She gave a small start and quickly relaxed into Tyler's arms. “What you doing out here alone?” Tyler asked. Sarah made a sniffling sound before replying. “Just thinking,” her voice was strained and Tyler could tell she had been crying. He turned her around and looked deeply into her eyes. “Did I ever tell you I used to play?” She said as she broke from his arms. He let his arms fall to his side and watched as she ran off kicking a soccer ball. She played through the motions as if she were going up against an army. He enjoyed the performance all the way up until she scored against an invisible goalie. Tyler began clapping and shouting his praise as he began running towards her and embracing her in a tight hug. “Why on earth did you quit?” He asked as they walked off the field. “Problems at home,” she whispered, biting her fingernail. Tyler tried to look past the habit, knowing it meant she was hiding something. Tyler wrapped his arm around her shoulder and she snuggled close. The rest of the afternoon was spent in a blissful state. No classes that day, nothing to do but to hang with each other at an old diner, the first place they met. The booth was private allowing them to be close without the prying eyes of others. When the meal came, a shake and french fires, they began feeding each other and laughing as they talked. “I have to go,” Sarah said biting her fingernail. Her face became serious and distant as they scooted out of the booth. At the beginning of their relationship he had been annoyed by her seemingly abrupt leaving, often without a word of explanation. Curiosity bested him, as he dropped her off at her house he drove around the block and returned, just down the street. He felt foolish and hated what he was thinking. There couldn't have been another guy, surely he would have known. An hour passed and as he was about to bring his car to life and drive to his dorm, he was stopped. He heard Sarah's door open and walk out to her car. As she pulled out of the drive way Tyler turned his car on and began following her. He hated himself for doing this, he should be able to trust her, yet there was that gnawing feeling of curiosity persisted to drive him crazy. When she turned into the parking lot of a strip club, Tyler couldn't believe it. He had been there on occasion, mostly for bachelor parties. Sarah parked and didn't get out right away. Maybe it was just a stop? Picking up a friend? Tyler parked close by, hoping she wouldn't recognize his vehicle. After a moment, she stepped out and something came over Tyler. Anger, how could she do something so degrading? He left his car and ran up to her. “What are you doing here?” He asked clenching his fists. “Tyler!” Sarah said looking away. “Please tell me your here to pick up a friend,” Tyler said as he trembled slightly. “Just go home, please?” She turned her back on him but before she could leave Tyler grabbed her shoulder. “Not until you explain.” He said not letting go. She turned around, her face hardened. “I can't, I-” She whispered but was cut off. “Is this man bothering you?” The bouncer said puffing out his chest. “Earl it's fine. Tyler just go home.” She pleaded. He let go and allowed his arms to fall to his side. He clenched his teeth and felt a dull anger of betrayal beat at his temples. Tyler walked back to his car and sat there for a long time. Every guys fantasy was to get with a stripper, he had been living that little fantasy unknowingly. He didn't drive off and instead simply sat there in the dark, watching the bouncer do his work. When the bouncer's changed he gathered his nerve and entered the place. He looked at the bar, a busty blonde was standing behind the counter. He scanned the floor and when he still couldn't see Sarah he looked up on the stage. A blonde and a red head were pole dancing, slowly and seductively removing their clothing. Maybe he had just imagined seeing her? His relief was short lived when he heard the announcer call out Sarah's name. He froze, hoping against everything that it wouldn't be her. That it was some other Sarah. As the crowed began clapping and wolf whistling Sarah walked out. She wore a mini plaid skirt, and a black top tied in a knot. As the music began to play, she slowly began to dance. Tyler was both revolted and paralyzed at the sight. But there was something about her face that bothered him, her face looked distant and mournful. After breaking the spell binding dance, he left. The next day on campus instead of finding Sarah he hung with his friends, trying to forget he had ever met her. When she found him, she tugged on his sleeve playfully. He looked over his shoulder and saw her gorgeous smile, in narrowed his eyes and shrugged her off returning to the conversation at hand. Again she did this, not understanding. “Look we need to talk,” Sarah said. Tyler looked down into her eyes and could tell something was off. “I'll catch up to you guys later.” He said as he dragged her away. When they found a secluded spot he let loose all his anger. “Whats wrong?” She asked. “What the hell do you think?” He shouted. “I saw you up on that stage, how could you do something like that?” She gasped looked down at her feet, biting her nails. “Look you don't understand...” she whispered. “I can explain.” “No you look. You either drop the job or we are through.” With that he left her as she slumped against the wall gently crying. That night curiosity got the better of him again. When Sarah got off work, he followed her back home wondering if there wasn't something he was missing. When she got to the door a middle aged women stepped out, and Sarah pulled out money. Drugs? Tyler thought. She had the same look on her face, the one she had while she was on that stage. The older women left, and through open curtains Tyler watched her. She disappeared into a room, and came back out and entered another he can see into. How had he never noticed it? Sarah bent down low over a crib, and pulled up a baby girl. “Did I ever tell you I used to play?” her words rang clearly inside his head as Sarah kissed her daughter on the forehead. A mix of sorrow and pride on her face. It wasn't until then did he realize he had never been inside her house. The missing pieces of the puzzle were no longer missing. Tyler sat there, crying and hating himself for being weak.
I recently wrote this and it hasn't gone through any editing. It was inspired by... well not sure but I just had this mental image stuck in my mind. My goal was to try to give hints and clues as to whats actually happening, but while presenting it as something different. Does that make sense? Anyways this came out. Digging Deeper by Unit7 Sarah knew it was hidden, somewhere deep and she had to find it. There was nothing more important to the world then needing to find it. As she dug deeper, her breath came labored, chills began to creep through her body. She did not allow this to slow her down, she must find it. If she didn't find it, then it would become a part of her. She paused for a moment, her hand shaking over the hole, she could hear footsteps. At first they were just a whisper in the air, but they were growing louder. Much louder. She knew the White Coats would come, they always came! Not this time, they won't ruin her plans. She ignored the footsteps and how they tried to loll her to sleep. She shook her head fiercely and continued her work. She could almost feel her glass instrument dig deeper. When the White Coats passed her room, she smiled a little. God was on her side tonight, God would show her the way to the object! Sarah's breathing became all that more labored, night must have been descending because she could feel the cold bite at her exposed skin. Still she shrugged this off, she wouldn't allow it to hamper her in the slightest. When the work finally became to much, Sarah felt something sticky. It was dark, could she have found oil? She dropped her glass instrument and began to sniff at it curiously. It didn't smell like oil, it didn't smell like anything she could think of. With her slim index finger, she rubbed against the hole, the substance clinging onto her pale skin. Taking her thumb she rubbed it against her index finger. She brought her fingers towards her lips and poked her tongue out at it, tasting the strange substance. At first the taste was terrible, reminding her of pennies. Then like a little kitty she started to lick at her fingers. Then she heard the White Coats. She grabbed the glass instrument and quickly began to work again, ignoring the substance she had found. The White Coats didn't pass her by this time. One of them, a young man who was new, peeked through the window. Sarah's back was to the door, but the substance on her lips revealed what she was doing. The White Coat threw the door open and walked around her. “Stop!” Sarah screamed. “I need to find it!” She thrashed wildly as the White Coat tried to restrain her. He began to shout for help in a frantic way, demonstrating his lack of experience. As the doctors dragged her away, Sarah got one final look of her room. In the middle of her perfectly white walled room lay a glass shard and a puddle of blood.
When you are the writer you have complete control over your characters. Although not recommended, you could destroy the universe, recreate it, destroy it again, and recreate it in a matter of minutes. Though you will probably lose some of your audience if you suddenly did this. But still, you could do this. But every once and awhile I will have a character that I do not neccessarily control. I have been to forums that have made this claim. If you have yet to experience this, at first they look crazy. But its such an interesting feeling to have a revelation about a character, as if they grew a mind of their own. Maybe I am losing my mind? Last night while laying in bed I was thinking about my Assassin Artemis(technically she is a bounty hunter later, and no I didn't steal the name and occupation from Artemis Entreri. Ok so maybe a little, but I swear I didn't just steal the character. They are completely different I swear!) Anyways I was laying in my bed thinking about her. Ew not like that! Though during the writing of the story, I couldn't help but notice these hidden S&M sort of thing going on with her Mentor. But thats probably because I am a dirty dirty old man. Well not so old, but anywyas. Where was I? Oh! ok so I was laying in bed and I needed a reason for her to fear this Black Cat. I thought of making it her exboyfriend who may or may not use 2 scimitars *cough* Again not a complete rip off of one of R.A. Salvatore's characters. But I had written that the Cat was Female and alluded to the idea of Artemis being unable to pull off her hit while she is in town. Of course me not really planning anything was stumped which led me to lay in my bed thinking about the future of the story. Then it dawned on me. She is bisexual. Though I think i had already established this in an earlier unfinished NaNoWriMo. It was a very interesting feeling. I then panicked because a certain scene started to form in my mind. Everything sort of just clicked. I was thrilled at this. Oh why did I panic you ask? Well I was writing this story for a very conservative place. Particularly the person who sorta requested an Assassin's story. Though probably different then how its turning out, but still. So I thought I would just ignore this part of my character and change it... Yes I know I shouldn't give a damn about such closed minded views. I know better then this and blah blah blah... when I realised I couldn't change it. I mean sure I could write the change on paper. I could make her a hardcore virgin(sorta like the Greek Goddess, which she is named after) but it wouldn't feel right. Have you ever had that feeling? I find it completely thrilling experience. I guess this is where the whole Universe destroying comes in. We should have this ability, yet I find myself suddenly not all powerful over my work. Atleast not this character. Because if I change this detail about her, it would feel wrong. I recently read an interview with R.A. Salvatore(yes he is sorta my favorite author...) and he talked about Wulfgar's death and how even after he had written it, he was unsure about it. He also talked about how if another author picked up the characters from Legend of Drizzt they would be dead to him. Which at first seems a bit cold, they are just characters. But I feel now, especially after this revelation, that I understand this notion. Anyways yeah I am done. Maybe you were expecting more, but then maybe you weren't and are now just glad this blog entry is over. *shrugs*
Before I get to the story I want to explain somethings. If you don't want to read it, just skip down a bit I have been feeling rather unmotivated of late. Its not that I didn't have any ideas, its just I couldn't get myself to write. That and I was suffering from a bit of writers block. I couldn't get my ideas into writing. But I think I know why. I have been writing Realistic Stories. Which I really enjoy, but I think I need to get back to my roots, what I really love: Fantasy. Thought I just share this piece. Yes I am aware its complete crap. But eh, well enjnoy. Ursidae Forest: As Galwin the naive walked through the Ursidae Forest, his mind couldn't help but recall the countless stories he had heard while sitting at his favorite pub. His hand clenched the pommel of his sword, the weight of his shield on his back growing heavier with each step he took. Every muscle in his toned body stood tense and ready to unleash their fury in a moments notice. Galwin paused, and as he did he looked up toward the sky and could see the grey storm clouds gathering above through the canopy. He inhaled deeply, the fragrance of the forest filling his nostrils and lungs. The place would have been beautiful place to build a home. A twig snapping somewhere nearby broke the silence, and his private fantasy. From hundreds of hours of training, his shield and sword were in his hands. He twirled his short sword in his hand, signaling his readiness to the forest's secret eyes. Standing there, he felt the hair on the back of his neck stood up as a dull roar crashed through the forest. Birds nesting nearby fluttered away in panic, small rodents dashed into their small homes. Galwin slowly circled, his eyes racing from one shadow to the next. Another dull roar, this time closer. He couldn't tell where it had come from, except that it was closer. Galwin slammed his short sword against the metal shield, an old custom from his village to inspire both fear in the enemies and bravado to their fellow warriors. Galwin gripped tighter on the hilt when his ears were filled with the dreaded thunder of a bears charge. Still he couldn't tell where it was charging from, forcing him to spin around as fear and anxiety crushed his spirits. He had heard the horror tales from survivors. Why hadn't he listened? The bear finally emerged, and Galwin nearly dropped his blade. The beast of a bear came to a halt and stood on its two legs and towered over Galwin by six feet. He stumbled backwards in awe of the shear size of the shaggy brown bear. The bear let out a roar before it came down, the force crushing the solid ground under it. The bear slowly approached, as Galwin considered his options; run and die, fight and die, or surrender. Galwin, out of habit, slammed his blade against his shield again. The bear sniffed twice before bearing its powerful teeth. Galwin inhaled deeply, savoring what he thought would be his last breaths. He raised his sword and shield into a defensive stance, both hands shacking violently. The Bear stepped backwards and without another warning, it ran forward. Galwin could feel the tremors the beast caused and waited, knowing if he dodged too fast or to slow he would dead. The bear tucked its massive head downwards as if it were a ram butting heads for dominance. Galwin saw it and jumped to the side, rolling and coming out of it just as the giant head connected with a nearby tree, ripping it's deeply implanted roots from the ground. The tree gave a loud moan, and fell to the ground. The bears hook its head, and made a gesture as if to swat a fly. Now. Galwin thought. He ran right for the creature, his sword ready to dive into the beasts flesh. Before the sword connected, the bear turned its head towards him and with its shield sized paws, razor sharp claws ready to shred, and swatted at Galwin. He threw up his shield just in time to catch the attack. His body tingled and ached from the attack. The bear growled and before Galwin had time to respond, another paw came at him. Each attack, each time it made connection, he felt his body grow weaker as he knelt there. When the bear stopped, it sniffed at the dented and battered shield. He could feel its hot, foul smelling, breath wash over him. With its head it nudged at the shield, yet he held strong against his opponent. Galwin wasn't sure why the bear stopped, it just gave a small roar and raced away in the opposite direction. Galwin felt his body grow rigid, his arms and legs growing heavy as he started to walk away... never again would Galwin the naïve enter the Ursidae Forest. The End.
I have never understood the idea of blogging. Until now. Well atleast a form of blogging, its a nice way to vent all your frustration. So I am just going to rant for a bit. I have been writing this short story that involves 3 of my favorite characters. One of the many things I like about Stephen King's writing is that alot of it seems to exist in the same universe of sorts. Usually this is just in the form of Cameos. Which for some reason I love. So I figured if I was ever going to write novels, they were going to be all connected. Which is how these three characters, although have their own story(sorta) have come together. Not that any of that matters because right now i am just typing all this crap to be typing. Anyways this story has just been complete crap. I mean I enjoy the characters, as they are some of my favorites, I enjoy the small internet meme(its a story about a group of cyber vigilantes and... yeah) I have put into the plot. I even like the plot... well ok right now it has no plot. But I like the idea of how the story is SUPPOSED to happen. Even if it doesn't even begin to follow the general idea of how computer systems and such work(thank you future technology/alternate universe... ) anyways its just... I can't even begin to explain it. I liked the first part of the story. Not my best work but as it slowly progressed it just became a big giant piece of crap. Also as I started to describe Nemesis(one of the characters, hence the whole 'Curse you nemesis') seems to have turned out as L clone. Except he isn't asian. OK maybe he isn't an L clone. But still. He is pale and socialy awkward, and has this emotionless expression/voice. Basicly Samantha thinks of him as a monster in human form. Funny how he is supposed to be the good guy. Another thing I seemed to have fallen in love with the idea of them in love. Sam sorta melting his heart. but the whole arrangement is so messed up. Nemesis for the most part is supposed to be a faceless entity of the internet serving Divine Punishment(yes he has a God... er Goddess complex. Though this is probably my favorite part about him. His Nickname. I mean when we think of Nemesis we think of an arch enemy. Sorta like Hiro in Heroes that or the dude from Resident Evil 3(was it three?I forget) but yeah) wait did I just put paranthesesed something while in parentheses. I am so not editing that. Anyways. The plot, or lack there of one, has just made this whole thing impossible to write. That and it feels so rushed/forced its unbearable. The sad thing is... I can't just go back an edit it. Well I can... but I haven't the foggiest idea of how i would even begin to do such a task. Its... quite terrible. Also this story has sorta messed with my Nemesis character. Samanth and John(the third character) are left unscathed. Though mostly because this story is written from Sam's PoV. John has a brief cameo. Wait I need to confess something. I completely stole the Peter's scar from Heroes. I thought of changing this, but how he explains it is amusing. Mostly because I have always wondered why a character would ditch the gun when fighting an enemy unarmed. So I have him say, "Never bring a Gun to a Sword fight." meh not the most original... well yeah my confession is over. I have no idea how Nemesis became the cold hearted man that he is in this story. I thought of him having a little brother being sexually abused and kiddy porn of him on the internet.(how this happened while his Father is a high ranking government agent is beyond me. sad I know) This would help explain his need to become a Cyber Vigilante and destroy the Evil of the Internet/technology. But I don't think this would completely turn him into this cold hearted bastard I created. God and the idea of Sam somehow falling in love and melting this ice away? That sounds like a craptastic romance story. Yet I feel the story appealing to me. love stories are one of my guilty pleasures. But back to how he turned into this person. In an earlier story I started and didn't finish(heh I am good at that!) Why do I feel the compulsion to use parentheses? I am not even sure if I have ever used them grammatically correct. What are they for outside of math anyways? *shrugs* oh well. Anyways back on topic(anyone remember what that was? ha i did it again!) He wasn't so heartless. I mean he was pretty cold and in general impatient about things. But no where near as the monster seen. Oh well I guess I have time to figure this out. I did want to send him to boarding school of sorts. I always pictured Legion starting there. But... Well I don't know it sorta contradicts whats going on in this story about Sam. Maybe something happened here that finally did the trick? OK I am done. If only because... I have found that I have been saying 'if only because' alot lately. Oh well. If only because I am bored and have thoroughly let out my frustration. If you are still reading this then this means: 1) you were incredibly bored. 2) You enjoy my suffering. 3) You were dared too. 4) I am incredibly awesome ranter/writer. 5) Well I don't have a reason 5. 6) You were reading this and this mirrored some of your own furstrations. If this is the case, I am so, so sorry As the great Cartman once said: Screw you guys. I'm going home. Doesn't really apply here considering I /am/ home already... but I just love it when he says that. /rant.
Just to make sure I know what I am doing. I decided this will be a perfect test run. Why do I need a test run you ask? ... Because I am extreamly bored. Okay? Anyways this is where I am going to post some of my stories until I get a better grasp of reviewing other peoples work. I mean I can point out some of the more noobish things, but one would think I should beable to do more. Then again maybe not. I really have don't know. So... yeah. But if you happen to read anything on here please don't hold back... wait hold back a little... well no don't hold back. Ok maybe... no just don't. Just give it to me straight and don't be like the Doctor from Family Guy... Meh anyways. Yeah I am done rambling now... I think. Yeah im done.