Kee aka Purple Kee aka Purple King (what his horde of fans calls him) kicked off his Royale purple Old Stability shoes and traipsed into his house. His day at college was draining. School life is no walk in the park, not when you have to ace those exams and impress the girls, play good tennis and impress the girls, sound witty and impress the girls, and while doing all that still look fabulous and impress the girls, and most importantly impress the girls to impress more girls.
Kee was tired. His dropped his bag and headed into the kitchen. His cheeks sore from the constant grinning which he feels help sharpen his face making him look more attractive. His jaws numb. Non-stop witticism comes with a price. He pried open the rusty old fridge. Grabbed an opened can of Funky & Nitty and gulped down half of it. Ahh… the fizzy fluid caressed his throat… Such simple pleasures in life he wondered. He strolled towards his room. Reflections of his daily deeds cruised through his mind in a split second. Ruefulness almost overcame him.
But it did not.
The drink has rejuvenated him. He punched the turn-on button with his dainty fingers (that underwent manicure fitting only of queens and kings). That slyly charming grin was recovering upon his face. He could feel the tingly sense of anticipation and excitement creeping down his spine and fluttering with the soda beneath his belly. His eyes were fixated on the screen of his magenta dHell laptop. His mind was extracting all his trophy memories. All those mindless girls and pretty boys worshipping him; he loved the adulation. He was in control. He carefully picked -the pinkest. He serenaded them with his tenderness. He toyed with them. He influenced and manipulated their friends, turning them against them. He loved the dirty look on their faces when they confronted him, some begging for the return of their reputation, some cursing for his retribution, some crying for his love.
His fingers danced across the keyboard entering his lengthy password. The horns of the Kings sounded. Purple King is online! The exhilaration had spread down from his tummy to his lower body. He pulled out a minuscule plastic card from his phone and shoved it into the slit on the side of dHell. Unclothed bodies filled the screen. Kee was in glee. He toggled back and fore through the images reliving the moments when his slaves kneeled before him, satisfying his most intimate needs. The burning sensation within him had grown into a perverse conflagration consuming what’s left of his humanity. With a twitch of his fingers Purple King delivered his decree. Now the world gets to lay eyes on the condescending images of his victims. And technology- his most trusty advisor, enables him to go scot-free. They were his eyes that help him survey his subjects through the Goggle. They were his mouth that spreads the words. Kee engaged his Messenger and through it spread the plague; the rumor.
<<
Kee LOVEs purpur says:
Hey.. I feel so depressed…
Jess =D says:
Huh
Kee LOVEs purpur says:
Look at these… www.hotsluts.com.aa
Kee LOVEs purpur says:
I never knew she was such a… slut…
Jess =D says:
OH my god! What the f**k?!?!
Jess =D says:
Eeeew! I cant believe it! Wats wrong wif her.. never knew shes so.. loose
Kee LOVEs purpur says:
Neither did i.. I’m so disappointed in her
Kee LOVEs purpur says:
Could it be photoshop of something?!?!?!
Jess =D says:
I don’t believe too but they look too real
Jess =D says:
I.. feel so sorry for you
Kee LOVEs purpur says:
I guess I have no choice but to leave her... but I really.. loved her..
Jess =D says:
Even as her good friend im not siding her.
Jess =D says:
Shes.. so eeew.. how could she do that with some random guy.. oh im so disgusted!
Kee LOVEs purpur says:
Please don’t tell anyone ok? I telling you coz I trust you.. and don’t give up on her as a friend…
>>
Purple King weaved conversation after conversation of lies, victimizing and subtly deifying himself and totally ruining his girlfriend’s name. He was enjoying it. His warped mind was wrenching pleasure from every moment, every word of console for him and condemn for her. He was feeling hot. It was as if he could hear the excitement gushing through his blood. The pores on his skins stubbornly refused to liberate his sweat. The agitation and anticipation was surging through him. He could hardly breathe as he awaited the climax -the moment she confronts him.
Would it be pleas, swears or tears?
Kee let out an awful fits of coughing. Blood splattered across the screen. His head slammed onto the keyboard. More blood gushed out of his mouth and nostrils, running through the tiny channels in between the keys. The screen flickered. His bloodshot eyes further dilated. It was a sanguinary sight.
<< Hot slut says:
Hello Dear!
Hot slut says:
Are you dead?
Kee LOVEs purpur says:
vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv
Hot slut says:
You drugged my drink and f**k me like a dog
Hot slut says:
Its only fair I drugged yours with a little rat poison.
Hot slut says:
Love ya
>>
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Caveat Emptor
Dear reader,
Beware…
What you are about to experience is nothing less than a hair-raising ride for the rest of your entire lifetime on a roller coaster of tales that begins with a plunge into the abyss of eternal darkness.
This is never for the faint-hearted…
The twists of fate so sharp they will stop the thumping in your chest. The turns to hell so sudden like the blunt blade of a seasoned executioner tearing through your jugulars, sending your severed head into a never-ending descend. As it falls, you eyes will trace my words like a runaway carriage, so uncontrollably they leave their sockets. Be mesmerized, be excited, and be so damn afraid!
Yes, there will be those whose knees are too shaky to cross the planks and board my pirate ship. They disgust me, those pathetic suckers living all their years and surely more to come in vain. Come aboard for what lies ahead is horror, sick fun horror. It will scar your minds forever and your bodies only till the day it serves as the lairs of maggots.
So you’re afraid now? Why not bring along your friends?
Read this together, travel into my contoured maze of madness cuddling each other! I’m obliged to offer a plentiful of intriguing stories and plots. After all stories are just lies and I enjoy plotting your demise. I will make them betray you! Like how your six senses including the most common one deserted you. You curious little kitty, you’re so going to get killed. Fear not for after watching your best-friend-forever loses his head forever, your cold blood will desensitize your nerves for terror. You wouldn’t be afraid no more. It’s just like getting used to the stains and splatters of his imploded head on your sparkling new satin white shirt. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
…
Too late! You failed to withhold your sadomasochistic self. You have embarked on this pain-inflicting journey to torture yourself by savoring the gruesome yet satisfying, nauseating yet tantalizing experiences of others’ demises. You are cursed! Much uncertainty lies ahead but there’re 2 things I know for sure… I’ll be having fun and you have just crossed the point of no return.
So I’ll leave you hanging from the cliffs of my caveat emptor for now. Till I see you again; hang on to your life!
Beware…
What you are about to experience is nothing less than a hair-raising ride for the rest of your entire lifetime on a roller coaster of tales that begins with a plunge into the abyss of eternal darkness.
This is never for the faint-hearted…
The twists of fate so sharp they will stop the thumping in your chest. The turns to hell so sudden like the blunt blade of a seasoned executioner tearing through your jugulars, sending your severed head into a never-ending descend. As it falls, you eyes will trace my words like a runaway carriage, so uncontrollably they leave their sockets. Be mesmerized, be excited, and be so damn afraid!
Yes, there will be those whose knees are too shaky to cross the planks and board my pirate ship. They disgust me, those pathetic suckers living all their years and surely more to come in vain. Come aboard for what lies ahead is horror, sick fun horror. It will scar your minds forever and your bodies only till the day it serves as the lairs of maggots.
So you’re afraid now? Why not bring along your friends?
Read this together, travel into my contoured maze of madness cuddling each other! I’m obliged to offer a plentiful of intriguing stories and plots. After all stories are just lies and I enjoy plotting your demise. I will make them betray you! Like how your six senses including the most common one deserted you. You curious little kitty, you’re so going to get killed. Fear not for after watching your best-friend-forever loses his head forever, your cold blood will desensitize your nerves for terror. You wouldn’t be afraid no more. It’s just like getting used to the stains and splatters of his imploded head on your sparkling new satin white shirt. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
…
Too late! You failed to withhold your sadomasochistic self. You have embarked on this pain-inflicting journey to torture yourself by savoring the gruesome yet satisfying, nauseating yet tantalizing experiences of others’ demises. You are cursed! Much uncertainty lies ahead but there’re 2 things I know for sure… I’ll be having fun and you have just crossed the point of no return.
So I’ll leave you hanging from the cliffs of my caveat emptor for now. Till I see you again; hang on to your life!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Al Evel is Nigh!
A bank of ominous black clouds shielded the blooded skies. Crimson red rays filtered through the filth, shrouding the warriors as they await the invasion.
Al Evel is Nigh!
The onslaught will begin at dawn! Rest well tonight my comrades for tomorrow we write into the halls of doom hunting nothing but honor, glory and victory!
The vanguards will arrive with the obnoxious killer in lead! The all-seeing Champion of wars and wisdom! Nothing escapes his teeth! His title strikes fear deep into the hearts of many. For he is none other than General Pae Purl! He commands the twin Knights, Kom Pole and Kom Pree with an iron fist! Be wary of Kom Pole’s Council of Twelve and Kom Pree’s sly and scheming henchmen Vol Cap and Aye Qil!
I wish you all the best of luck. No pressure… For there can only be victory!
_1 Day and all hell breaks loose
Al Evel is Nigh!
The onslaught will begin at dawn! Rest well tonight my comrades for tomorrow we write into the halls of doom hunting nothing but honor, glory and victory!
The vanguards will arrive with the obnoxious killer in lead! The all-seeing Champion of wars and wisdom! Nothing escapes his teeth! His title strikes fear deep into the hearts of many. For he is none other than General Pae Purl! He commands the twin Knights, Kom Pole and Kom Pree with an iron fist! Be wary of Kom Pole’s Council of Twelve and Kom Pree’s sly and scheming henchmen Vol Cap and Aye Qil!
I wish you all the best of luck. No pressure… For there can only be victory!
_1 Day and all hell breaks loose
Friday, October 31, 2008
Prologue- Taste of Akadamnit
The nameless
“Sire, Lady Riuorre’s Grand Ball awaits you…” the minion said in a humble tone. Her eyes met the ground as she bowed awkwardly. Her body remained in the arched position in an attempt to hide her anxiety.
The Daemon King remained indifferent. Both claws of his hinds clutched the throne’s arm tightly as his slithery body sank into the blood red cushions on the seat. His glance was fixated on a lofty spot on the ceiling. “Perhaps a full-force invasion of Aeious would suffice…” he mused out loud.
There was a moment of silence in the chamber, the minion still in her backbreaking position.
“Are you not gonna dissuade your lord from this treacherous act?” the devious king questioned with a malicious grin. His eyes were cold, sharp as a dagger. His face vile, ugly and distorted.
“Sire… your wrath ran swift and hard across the Eastern Land. But your benevolence spared the people from the beauteous land of Aeious. Sire… your courtship of the ravishing Ice Queen Raqeulla has…”
“Ahahahaha… you imbecile fools!”his dry bitter laughter tore through the placid air. The minion fell to her knees and crouched nearer to the ground as if hoping to melt into it. “ALLIANCE! …is all I sought, a friendship not slavery! Those wretched people fear me! For they despise me and I burn their lands in kind.”
Hatred built up in his eyes; the malicious grin that stretches from eye to eye subsided and there was only grimace on his face.
“I tried being subtle alright… I tried being nice. The chariots, the jesters, the beasts, the feasts, the slaves and dancers. Oh I get it… It’s because the Daemon King, Son of the devil, Apostle of Evil, Lucifer’s incarnate and Ruler of Hell tried to be nice. Therefore, he deserves such treatment!
…
All she cares about is that nameless betraying lying scum from the forsaken wasteland! I only wanted an ally… I never wanted to raze your oh beautiful Aeious! For all he does is hurt her soul and yet she stays true to him…”
His grin was no more. His face was expressionless; there was maybe even calmness and rue on the face of the almighty, feared and cursed Daemon King who is used to nothing but merciless senseless massacres. His eyes were melancholic.
“Such… humanly devotion… love… Sire…” the minion whispered.
A familiar smile returned- suspicious, sly, and insidious! That despicable and loathsome look resurfaced veiling all traces of angry and sorrow. His spiteful eyes shined…
“Perhaps I shall seek him out instead… The South Goats aren’t gonna protect him forever… And try the sickest torture ever! Slice off his lips and melt his tongue and cheeks by lava gargling. Carve out his eyeballs from their sockets with a red-hot spoon or skewer his eardrums with a burning stake.
…
Or perhaps tear out his beating heart from his chest and let it be frozen in the hands of the Ice Queen for eternity.”
Lady Riourre bid her lord goodnight. She rise and took her leave with tears in her eyes. She wondered if the Daemon King ever love, she doubted she’s the one.
“Sire, Lady Riuorre’s Grand Ball awaits you…” the minion said in a humble tone. Her eyes met the ground as she bowed awkwardly. Her body remained in the arched position in an attempt to hide her anxiety.
The Daemon King remained indifferent. Both claws of his hinds clutched the throne’s arm tightly as his slithery body sank into the blood red cushions on the seat. His glance was fixated on a lofty spot on the ceiling. “Perhaps a full-force invasion of Aeious would suffice…” he mused out loud.
There was a moment of silence in the chamber, the minion still in her backbreaking position.
“Are you not gonna dissuade your lord from this treacherous act?” the devious king questioned with a malicious grin. His eyes were cold, sharp as a dagger. His face vile, ugly and distorted.
“Sire… your wrath ran swift and hard across the Eastern Land. But your benevolence spared the people from the beauteous land of Aeious. Sire… your courtship of the ravishing Ice Queen Raqeulla has…”
“Ahahahaha… you imbecile fools!”his dry bitter laughter tore through the placid air. The minion fell to her knees and crouched nearer to the ground as if hoping to melt into it. “ALLIANCE! …is all I sought, a friendship not slavery! Those wretched people fear me! For they despise me and I burn their lands in kind.”
Hatred built up in his eyes; the malicious grin that stretches from eye to eye subsided and there was only grimace on his face.
“I tried being subtle alright… I tried being nice. The chariots, the jesters, the beasts, the feasts, the slaves and dancers. Oh I get it… It’s because the Daemon King, Son of the devil, Apostle of Evil, Lucifer’s incarnate and Ruler of Hell tried to be nice. Therefore, he deserves such treatment!
…
All she cares about is that nameless betraying lying scum from the forsaken wasteland! I only wanted an ally… I never wanted to raze your oh beautiful Aeious! For all he does is hurt her soul and yet she stays true to him…”
His grin was no more. His face was expressionless; there was maybe even calmness and rue on the face of the almighty, feared and cursed Daemon King who is used to nothing but merciless senseless massacres. His eyes were melancholic.
“Such… humanly devotion… love… Sire…” the minion whispered.
A familiar smile returned- suspicious, sly, and insidious! That despicable and loathsome look resurfaced veiling all traces of angry and sorrow. His spiteful eyes shined…
“Perhaps I shall seek him out instead… The South Goats aren’t gonna protect him forever… And try the sickest torture ever! Slice off his lips and melt his tongue and cheeks by lava gargling. Carve out his eyeballs from their sockets with a red-hot spoon or skewer his eardrums with a burning stake.
…
Or perhaps tear out his beating heart from his chest and let it be frozen in the hands of the Ice Queen for eternity.”
Lady Riourre bid her lord goodnight. She rise and took her leave with tears in her eyes. She wondered if the Daemon King ever love, she doubted she’s the one.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Azz the Oracle
ZeeZee brought me to Azz the Oracle- the illustrious shaman conversant with all the hearsays of Akadamnia. Azz being infamous for his flings with the top echelon of frippets in Aj Col turned out to be a very amiable person. We were deeply amused by the blithe spirit he had during the sharing. His raillery and snide witticisms made us cachinnate in the teeming SALT BRUNCH.
It was fun. But beneath the jesting I could sense a woebegone hermit weary and beat by the world of betrayal. Azz’s face embowels the meaning of ‘there’s more than meets the eye’, as one could hardly tell his exact ancestry.
The enemy wears many faces. Yet I choose to remain insouciant.
11 days in sight
It was fun. But beneath the jesting I could sense a woebegone hermit weary and beat by the world of betrayal. Azz’s face embowels the meaning of ‘there’s more than meets the eye’, as one could hardly tell his exact ancestry.
The enemy wears many faces. Yet I choose to remain insouciant.
11 days in sight
A Struggle for Existence
Our existence is marked by an endless struggle manifested in endless ways...
-to-be-continued-
12 days
-to-be-continued-
12 days
Monday, October 20, 2008
My date with a Vampire Goddess
Crossing the silver bridge of light with the beauteous Rachel Euodia by my side, I set foot on Ten Toxins the Inhospitable – Land of the breathing dead. We seek the numinous tavern of the Twin Tail Siren to muse and master the magic to defeat Al Evel!
After procuring 2 Venti of Java beans – essential to our impending mystical journey, we proceed to arranging the furniture in the shape of an infinity symbol. I sat vis-à-vis her. And under the dusky lights, the sands of time ceased to flow.
As an Elite of Raff, Euodia had transcendence knowledge of the Akadamnia world! She heartily imparted me the secrets of Mei and Animal Spirits while furthering her own perceptions on Alchemic Bending. Clearly there were bouts of awkwardness. But soon the still air began to swirl and whirl and twirl. Thoughts and deliberation of the darker arts then took over; existence, life, death, heart and soul. Yet the yellow spell-book insisted addition! The cacophony in the surrounding grew and subsided, grew and subsided… Despite the screeching of the witches in the background and the childish moans of the old man who tried so hard to be younger, we persisted! And the spell-ing gave birth to much colours! Beautiful colours! I wished we never stop.
Alls well, ends well... I bid goodbye with a pilfered emerald orb of prowess in my possession. I will use it will for the next 13 days!
After procuring 2 Venti of Java beans – essential to our impending mystical journey, we proceed to arranging the furniture in the shape of an infinity symbol. I sat vis-à-vis her. And under the dusky lights, the sands of time ceased to flow.
As an Elite of Raff, Euodia had transcendence knowledge of the Akadamnia world! She heartily imparted me the secrets of Mei and Animal Spirits while furthering her own perceptions on Alchemic Bending. Clearly there were bouts of awkwardness. But soon the still air began to swirl and whirl and twirl. Thoughts and deliberation of the darker arts then took over; existence, life, death, heart and soul. Yet the yellow spell-book insisted addition! The cacophony in the surrounding grew and subsided, grew and subsided… Despite the screeching of the witches in the background and the childish moans of the old man who tried so hard to be younger, we persisted! And the spell-ing gave birth to much colours! Beautiful colours! I wished we never stop.
Alls well, ends well... I bid goodbye with a pilfered emerald orb of prowess in my possession. I will use it will for the next 13 days!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Glass Cube of Solitude- Part 1
Silence speaks volumes about ourselves
“We know that it was from dust we came and, inevitably, to dust we shall return. We are, in the final analysis, just self-aware manure.
If we put aside culture- the parades, the prestigious universities we attend, our jobs and those incessant text messages, our cars or house – wouldn’t our existence have little meaning?
Solitude and silence would make us face that truth. They would remind us cruelly that our lives are actually not worth living.”
The Straits Times, Thursday 14/08/08
By Andy Ho
Senior Writer
Sesquipedalian Expert
Master of Magniloquent
Guru of Chimalogy – the secret art of making something simple sound deep, unfathomable and bewildering.
19 days *silence
“We know that it was from dust we came and, inevitably, to dust we shall return. We are, in the final analysis, just self-aware manure.
If we put aside culture- the parades, the prestigious universities we attend, our jobs and those incessant text messages, our cars or house – wouldn’t our existence have little meaning?
Solitude and silence would make us face that truth. They would remind us cruelly that our lives are actually not worth living.”
The Straits Times, Thursday 14/08/08
By Andy Ho
Senior Writer
Sesquipedalian Expert
Master of Magniloquent
Guru of Chimalogy – the secret art of making something simple sound deep, unfathomable and bewildering.
19 days *silence
Attack on the Killer Tomatoes!
ZeeZee and I had a rendezvous at ScaM- arguably the most pervasive tavern franchise in the Akadamnia! Rumor has it that ScaM owns it success to a witch’s spell of happiness in every of their meals, capable of seducing the hearts of the young and vulnerable. Our stay was brief, as we were coursed to pay the Tomato Library a visit for rations in preparations for the invasion.
Since the creation of the Flavr Savr, tomatoes have become a stable in all battles. Genetic engineering has give rise to hundreds of thousands of tomato species adapted for all sorts of combat conditions. They could remain fresh in your baggage for months; a single fruit could provide you with sufficient energy to last an entire day and some even capable of corroding through enemy lines!
Together with Liang Teh the Medic and Twig, ZeeZee and I joined the mob that has congregated outside the Tomato Library. The tomatoes were in season. The crowd jostled each other, vying to be the first to have their hands on the crème de la crème. Despite our repugnance of such churlish behavior, we were goaded by the sinews of these fruits. Eventually, we subjugated to our competitive nature.
20 of days poignant regrets to live with!
Since the creation of the Flavr Savr, tomatoes have become a stable in all battles. Genetic engineering has give rise to hundreds of thousands of tomato species adapted for all sorts of combat conditions. They could remain fresh in your baggage for months; a single fruit could provide you with sufficient energy to last an entire day and some even capable of corroding through enemy lines!
Together with Liang Teh the Medic and Twig, ZeeZee and I joined the mob that has congregated outside the Tomato Library. The tomatoes were in season. The crowd jostled each other, vying to be the first to have their hands on the crème de la crème. Despite our repugnance of such churlish behavior, we were goaded by the sinews of these fruits. Eventually, we subjugated to our competitive nature.
20 of days poignant regrets to live with!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Akadamnit!
One vital component of the human body is proteins. Proteins are made up of simpler molecules (monomers) known as amino acids. And in Alchemy, amino acids have amazing properties. Conjuring a well balanced fire-water spell, a powerful Alchemist can denature his own proteins and summon the double-edged Zwitterions of devastating capabilities.
It is unfortunate that we have to walk down the path of Akadamnit; mastering such formidable forces neither for the appreciation of knowledge nor to appease of our curiosity, but rather for a prescribed “honor” and “prestige”.
As I plow through the “Alchemine, Alchemide, Alchemino & Prowess” Alchemy texts in the Ancient Archives, I encountered 2 sorceresses ZeeZee and Peebee. Their behaviors were intriguing. Languid ZeeZee was struggling with her spells and the weight of her eyelids, while restless Peebee contended with the constant borborygmus of her belly. I heard her lament of her regrettable choice down the road of Akadamnit and I ruminated: why do we study what we study?
Tonight, I pray for the flame of curiosity in all of us to swiftly grow into a conflagration within the next 22 days!
It is unfortunate that we have to walk down the path of Akadamnit; mastering such formidable forces neither for the appreciation of knowledge nor to appease of our curiosity, but rather for a prescribed “honor” and “prestige”.
As I plow through the “Alchemine, Alchemide, Alchemino & Prowess” Alchemy texts in the Ancient Archives, I encountered 2 sorceresses ZeeZee and Peebee. Their behaviors were intriguing. Languid ZeeZee was struggling with her spells and the weight of her eyelids, while restless Peebee contended with the constant borborygmus of her belly. I heard her lament of her regrettable choice down the road of Akadamnit and I ruminated: why do we study what we study?
Tonight, I pray for the flame of curiosity in all of us to swiftly grow into a conflagration within the next 22 days!
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Tune of Antagonism
Today, I stumbled upon a tatterdemalion yet cozy inn- Hoagles, in the South of Knee Soon. The chatoyant ambience gave the tiny tavern a fuggy feel and the fare was fairly delightful. Seems like I have found a perfect place for my troops to recuperate! But I wasn’t the only one with eyes on the bonanza, an austere hermit from the High Council was already settled in. I recognized her by the erythrism of her Alchemy book! I too had a copy, a counterfeit version which pales in comparison.
I peered into the Interlight portal to make contact with those ‘free’ from battle. The fate of losing oneself in one’s circumstances seems to have caught on in every part of the world. Bard Usag though free from the woes of the invasion in his insouciant and lethargic Poli world, seems to be singing of a similarly desperate fate. His people- once thought to be peaceloving and nonchalant, are too vying for piece of the 3 legendary Unicorn Land. Defeating Al Evel may be the quickest route to securing a spot in these ‘paradises’ but Poli world citizens are becoming more sanguinary and tenacious!
Usag, I wish you well! It’s crunch time for me, 22 more days to go!
I peered into the Interlight portal to make contact with those ‘free’ from battle. The fate of losing oneself in one’s circumstances seems to have caught on in every part of the world. Bard Usag though free from the woes of the invasion in his insouciant and lethargic Poli world, seems to be singing of a similarly desperate fate. His people- once thought to be peaceloving and nonchalant, are too vying for piece of the 3 legendary Unicorn Land. Defeating Al Evel may be the quickest route to securing a spot in these ‘paradises’ but Poli world citizens are becoming more sanguinary and tenacious!
Usag, I wish you well! It’s crunch time for me, 22 more days to go!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Plague SU
It was Sloth - the inner demon! He is omnipresent but his viral influence on me during weekends is stronger than ever.. My attempt at memorizing the texts of Alchemy was futile. And I relieved my ennui by unveiling the parting gift of fellow Brethren Lei June- a chubby Panglossian, lusty at times and always affectionate. It was heartwarming as I popped his Positive Pills! I hope the motivation to prove my worth to the fastidious and termagant Master Chemist Kuah would be sufficient for overcoming my inertia.
I must too thank my 3 unofficial teachers, the Angelical Ice-Cream, Twig Shu Zhi and the Irritable Mistress of Alchemy Holy level 3 (H3)- Sabina. Rest assured I will strive on! I shall continue my daily visits to the Ancient Archives of Aj to study the scrolls!
Brethrens- LJ, Yong, Burns, JJ, Cloud and X! Let’s reverse the cursed epidemic of SU!
The 23 days more to seek for the cure!
I must too thank my 3 unofficial teachers, the Angelical Ice-Cream, Twig Shu Zhi and the Irritable Mistress of Alchemy Holy level 3 (H3)- Sabina. Rest assured I will strive on! I shall continue my daily visits to the Ancient Archives of Aj to study the scrolls!
Brethrens- LJ, Yong, Burns, JJ, Cloud and X! Let’s reverse the cursed epidemic of SU!
The 23 days more to seek for the cure!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Dusk of Merry & Dawn of Hard-work
Last night we make merry! We drink, we feast! We parted at General William. C‘s garrison high in spirit.. Swearing to be victorious, we went separate ways to ready our troops to face our common enemy.
Today, we the 24 warriors of Tanned-O-Seven and all other legions of Aj-Muggels will join the Elites of Raff, the High Council Indigenous people, the South Goats and many other brave souls in their bid to conquer the all perilous Al Evel! He of great evil returns every year and only the strongest of hearts and toughest of wills may triumph. Although many dread this battle, it is inevitable. The Almighty Moe dictates that the Bridge of Cam must be crossed at all costs. Let us agglomerate our knowledge, sharpen our swords of dark blue and black, polish our shields of skills and await the invasion!
24 more days of gruesome drilling to Our Au Courant Battle of Megiddo!!!
Today, we the 24 warriors of Tanned-O-Seven and all other legions of Aj-Muggels will join the Elites of Raff, the High Council Indigenous people, the South Goats and many other brave souls in their bid to conquer the all perilous Al Evel! He of great evil returns every year and only the strongest of hearts and toughest of wills may triumph. Although many dread this battle, it is inevitable. The Almighty Moe dictates that the Bridge of Cam must be crossed at all costs. Let us agglomerate our knowledge, sharpen our swords of dark blue and black, polish our shields of skills and await the invasion!
24 more days of gruesome drilling to Our Au Courant Battle of Megiddo!!!
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