Tuesday, December 22, 2015


The great Warlord of Planet Terruno was preparing for battle against the Warlord of planet Amable. The Warlord of Terruno had a fitting name for his type of brutality, Cruentis, which also resembled the Latin word for blood. The Warlord of Amable had a kinder name, matching is gentler personality, although he was still crueler than most people. His name was Exli. They were both in their motherships, surrounding the asteroid belt of Tarth, each with over a thousand battle ships at there command, as well as tens of thousands of tiny little fighters.

Cruentis knew that he would win. He felt a good sensation in his head as he laid out the plan to destroy his enemy. Cruentis moved little dots around on a hover map of the battlefield. They were to use the Lambda formation, attack in a V shape, the curl the ends to disorient the enemy. It was an ancient tactic, but extremely deadly.

On the other hand, Exli was prepared to use a modern tactic. It was a bomb and run tactic, where all ships would focus fire on the nearest ship, then immediately regroup again, and go in for another run on a different ship until the enemy fleet was destroyed. It was a new strategy, one that Cruentis would not suspect.

Cruentis was not one to wait. After he finished explaining his plan to his commanders, he attacked. Exli saw the enemy fleet move and broke out in sweat. He was nervous, but not nervous enough to panic. He told his fleet to execute the plan, and flawlessly, his fleet started to conglomerate into one giant mass. They started to fire upon the nearest command ship, and it quickly broke up, but through the emptiness of space, no scream was heard.

Cruentis was enraged to see a battleship be destroyed already, and he ordered all his troops to fire at the nearest enemy. There was blinding light as laser blasters fired and fighters were destroyed. It was a terrible battle, resulting in a thousand dead. The fleets broke up and became spaced into each other, each Warlord's intelligent plan crumbling into dust as the fighter pilots fought to survive. Exli marched over to his personal fighter, and four of his soldiers accompanied him into their fighters. They flew out of the mothership and into the battle.

Exli was a seasoned pilot, and he immediately destroyed two enemies with ease, and quickly brought down three others. He did a barrel roll and headed for Cruentis's ship. Exli's bodyguards tailed closely behind him, forming a perfect V shape. The 5 were like a flock of geese, smoothly and evenly weaving in between ships. Cruentis stepped towards the pane looking out over the battle and saw Exli's ship, unaware of the pilot. Cruentis cried, "Destroy that sniveling pilot! We need to destroy Exli and conquer Amable once and for all!" Cruentis grabbed a soldier from out of his turret chair and climbed in himself. He scoped in and shot two of Exli's body guards, each pilot's ship hurling towards an asteroid. Cruentis smiled a scary evil smile and licked his lips. He shot the two other body guards down, and when he scoped onto Exli's ship, he gasped. He had no idea that Exli was piloting the ship. It was too easy. He took aim, and fired. Exli's ship was blown into pieces. Cruentis cheered and bellowed, "Exli was been killed! Victory for the Terruno!" His crew cheered. He was about to transfer the news on all channels when he heard a thud behind him. A General gasped. Cruentis turned around and his mouth dropped open. It was Exli. Exli had a space suit on and had cut a hole in the ship, which automatically sealed itself. Cruentis whispered, " B-B-But h-h-how did you survive?" Exli laughed and said, "I knew you would shoot me down, so I ejected from my fighter on your ship, and let a hologram take up the pilot seat. You were so easily fooled, and I am afraid I must kill you to protect my people." Cruentis roared and ripped a swivel chair from out of the ship and threw it at Exli. Exli dodged it and shot a blaster pistol at Cruentis. Cruentis was hit. and the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Cruentis was shot in the heart. Cruentis screamed and wailed. He collapsed to the ground gasping, and in barely a whisper said, "You will die with me." Cruentis pulled on a lever and the ship powered down, allowing the gravity of Amable to pull it. Exli rushed forwards and tried to turn the massive ship back on, but it was too late. The system was completely locked and sealed. There was no way out. Exli turned on his communications device on his space suit and announced to his fleet as he plummeted, "People of Amable. I am going to die, but do not fear. Live your lives with peace and harmony with the people of Terruno. Tell them they are no longer oppresed by the dead Warlord Cruentis, and that we will never forget anyones sacrifice in this war. Goodnight." The ship hit Amable, and the communications device went silent.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015


After years of building his "beam me up Scotty" teleport device, Professor Gimmy Jibs was ready to unveil it to the anticipation universe. In his magnificent unveiling he described it as, "a simple concept, but hard to achieve." The concept WAS pretty simple. It required the molecules of a being to be transported at the speed of light than rearranged in the same pattern in a different position. Of course, the most challenging part was getting the molecules to be rearranged in the proper positions. An even MORE challenging part was getting people to stay alive during the process. After a couple of sad but necessary losses, the teleport machine was functional and perfect. The Professor cried out at the audience, "Ladies and Gentlemen, if I may request you all to put on your sunglasses I asked you bring." He waited. "Now, I will demonstrate the power of the magical device by sending a piece of rock twenty feet to my left and the teleport station there. he set the rock down on the teleport station in front of him, and the audience leaned in with curiosity. The Professor flipped a switch, and the rock disappeared in a flash of light, instantly reappearing in the other teleport station, retaining its shape and properties. The Professor continued, "Wonderful isn't it? Now, I will demonstrate this on myself! My apprentice Galywax, hold this lever and pull it when I am on the platform." The Professor was climbing on the platform and before he could say go, he disappeared in a flash of light and reappeared at the other end, shouting, "Go!" The audience laughed and the Professor chuckled himself. He bowed and said, "Now, Ladies and Gentlemen, people of Earth, I give you the technology to travel anywhere instantaneously!" The audience applause sounded like thunder was laughing, but then, everything went wrong...

The Professor screamed and started holding his stomach while doctors rushed to the stage. He lifted up his shirt and saw that his body was steaming and smoking. He flailed as the panicked doctors became confused. They brought him to the hover ambulance and sent him to the moon, a mass hospital for the critically ill. During this time, the rock also started to sizzle and smoke, its inside growing red hot, until it disintegrated into a pile of dust. The audience shoved each other and jumped over each other trying to escape, but Galywax stopped them. He said, "Foolish Professor. He helped me accomplish my plans. The teleportation was just a side affect of my magnificent plan to end life on Earth!" A cackling laugh filled the auditorium. "You see, the transportation of molecules at the speed of light cause a mass disruption in the flux of the universe, causing bits of rock and people to-" He paused. "Stop existing." The audience screamed and charged Galywax, but he took a blaster from out of his coat and pointed it at the audience. He said, "Bye!" The blaster had the same mechanics as the teleportation machine. The sent a beam going through the audience, and they all started to grab at their abdomens and dissolve. Galywax laughed and gave a groaning man a thumbs up. The man's last words were, "You're crazy..."

Galywax entered a code into the former teleport machine until a large transmitter emerged from the top. He started the program, got in his space ship, and left for Alpha Centauri 7. 

Sixteen minutes was all the time for the human race to live. The powers of the world gathered together in an emergency meeting, finding a way to live. After a precious three minutes of consulting, they decided to evacuate as many people off Earth as possible and to go to the Tenua system, and star system only two light years away. The trip would take three years but it would save the human race from extinction. Emergency alarms went off, televisions sent emergency broadcast messages, and the human race left Earth, and each person saw the Sun dissolve, dissolve into nothingness, then the Earth losing its orbital path and freezing, the oceans becoming enormous ice gems, but the human race moved on.

During those three precious minutes, and despite the importance of it, tears were shed. Imagine it, at the moment of no hope, finally reaching a desperate conclusion to abandon home, the original planet to have human life, and for those humans to abandon it. However, through that sorrow and desperateness, hope. Hope for a future with humans and hope to survive another day.



The stars above twinkled unknowingly of the chaos down below. The space ship XT-22 was in an intense storm, pummeled by meteors, and being sucked towards the planet of Neptune 3. The captain screamed into the telephone, "XT-22 is going down, I repeat, XT-22 is going down!" The receiver on planet Earth replied, 'STAY IN ORBIT, RESCUE SHIPS ARE ON THE WAY! ARRIVAL TIME IN APPROXIMATELY 4 HOURS!" The captain swore and turned off the phone.

 A meteor slammed straight into the hull of the ship, and forty unlucky sailors were sucked towards the planet's surface. The Captain screamed to a Sergeant, "Williams, stabilize this ship we need to stay in orbit." Williams pressed flashing buttons appearing on the screen in front of him, and the ships motors sprang into action, the nuclear power cell heating up over a thousand degrees. The ship slowly started to escape orbit until another meteor slammed into the engine room, killing thirty people instantly and shutting down the engines. Once again, the ship startled to tumble towards the gigantic gas giant Neptune 3. A third meteor hit the life supply chamber and broke trough the entire shop, creating a massive hole. Air was being sucked out quickly, and water and food fell towards the planet, disintegrating as it entered the atmosphere. At this time, nearly three quarters of the crew were dead, and life support was failing for the rest of the crew...

Captain Williams scrambled back onto his feet and assessed the damage done to XT-22. The main power was failing, but still on for the moment, and they sent out a distress signal, draining the battery even more. They dimmed the lights, and turned off all unnecessary utilities. By now only twelve crew members were alive on a eighty two man spaceship. The hull creaked as the gravitational pull of the Neptune pulled it, and the were slowly falling, almost at escape velocity to get in orbit, but it still wasn't enough. Neptune 3's gravity was three times that of Neptune, and the Captain ordered them to get to the escape pods. Williams protested, "Sir, as much as I would like that, the pods are on the other side of the ship, we would have to go through massive holes in order to get to them!?"

"Then we will go around the holes!" cried the Captain. Thus, the twelve remaining crew members trekked across the giant ship. On floor three, the encountered their first obstacle, a gap the size of the a school bus. The air shield preventing them from being sucked towards Neptune 3 was holding, but the main power was at ten percent and decreasing. One man was so desperate he jumped, and before anyone could stopped him he fell through the air shield and towards Neptune 3. Williams shouted, "What an idiot." They decided to go up one more floor and go above, although it cost them time and air. They kept traveling, and met many similar obstacles that everyone got past. Two hours had passed, and the main battery was at two percent. They were running as fast as they could, until they reached corridor seven of floor sixty three. A gas line suddenly broke, opening holes in the wall around them, sending three people tumbling to their deaths.The captain held onto one of the pipes, by the force of gravity pulled him and the pull perpendicular to the ground. Pure nitrogen was being sprayed into the Captain's face, and Williams tried to help. Williams grabbed the captains arm, and tried to pull him up but the Captain's weight was already to big. After an excruciating two minutes, the captain fainted from suffocation and fell towards Neptune 3, a look of shock still on his face. The remaining seven people rushed towards the nearby escape pods, and climbed into them, relief on their faces. Some attempted to eject, but there was too little power to release the pods. Williams went back out of his cell, and went to the control panel and was prepared to turn on power to the release of the pods, even those that kept the air shield intact. He closed his eyes and pressed the button. Four escape pods launched, and Williams lunged to reach for the fifth. His friend Jim reached forward and grabbed him trying to pull Williams into the escape pod. Williams flailed and flopped, unable to get in. He screamed and said, "Jim! Go! I can't make it!" Williams let go of Jim's hands and spread his arms out, falling. Jim shouted, "NO!", then launched the escape pod and maneuvered it underneath to try and catch Williams. Williams landed on top of the pod, unconscious and near death. His body was blue, and Jim dragged him in and accelerated to escape velocity. Some pods were not so lucky, hitting wreckage and exploding. By the time the rescue crew arrived, only two pods were left, Williams pod, and some other lucky bloke's pod. Only four survivors out of an eighty-two man crew.

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Note to Fifth Grade Self

(names omitted for confidentiality)

In the morning when you go to school, always practice four-square. If you don't, they WILL get you out, and you won't be happy.  Remember the four-square rules. Don’t double bounce, don’t optional. There are four squares, as the name suggests. A, B, C, and D. In the morning, the other fifth graders will still be playing four-square, screaming loud pirate sounds until your eardrums pop. They'll scream Meers-Meat until their lungs come out and till you can't take it anymore. It doesn't matter. Don't start a conversation with another kid. You need to focus and zero-in on the game. Get all the practice you can until lunch. Lunch is execution for those who aren't prepared. Make your way to D square. That square is a slaughterhouse. The smaller kids are the cows and the bigger ones are the farmers. Do whatever you can to stay alive, but most importantly, pay attention. Don't listen to the other kids. Just listen to your breathing and focus. Ignore the reeking smell of sweat on the older kids. Try to get a few hits on the ball, maybe even get someone out, although you will probably regret it later in the day, as they will get their revenge. As long as you are capable to live until recess, you won't be massacred along with many other of the smaller kids. BAM! Of course, you are on the ground with scrapes all over your bloody hands and knees. Get up, don't bother crying or whining, it will get you no where. Just walk towards the bathroom and wipe off the blood. It will hurt, like touching a searing hot pan on a stove. Its time for class, and Bob, one of the best four-square players runs up to you and checks if you are ok. You say yes, but really, you aren't. You trust Bob, and befriend him, and the feeling is mutual. Bob is a good kid, and is extremely nice, but during the game, Bob will do anything to help his buddy David, and David loves to get the lower squares and “puny weaklings” out. There is No Mercy in the game of four-square.

A few classes pass, many hours of thinking about four-square, and it is finally Recess. Recess is dangerous, it is the preliminaries for a major tournament during lunch. Anyone who stays in during Recess will have a better chance in lunch, and may not be obliterated by other kids. You are not of those kids. You need to try as hard as you can just to be CLOSE to be one of those kids. You will enter D square, and try your best. Salty sweat will drip down your forehead. Stare at the ball, don’t let it sneak up on you. The ball bounces past your head, and you get out. Looking back, you should have done something else during recess, instead of waiting in line. Of course, you wait. You wait and wait and it seems like days, but really only fifteen minutes, until you get to the front of the line but the whistle blows, and all you can do is sigh, hide your frustrated tears all the way from the time you got out, and go to your next class.

It is finally lunch, the sun shining onto your shoulders and head, your lunch a gooey mess. You knock over your drink by accident, and think to yourself, what a bad day… You eat your lunch, ignoring the looks, but savoring the excellent taste. Then, you get in line to play four-square. This time, it is the real deal. Finally, you get into D square. You slam the ball when it is served to you, the wounds stinging. The sun shines on your glasses, blinding you, but by instinct, you hit the ball, getting David, the tall giant whose head covered the sun and eyes like daggers, out. Of course, he is in A square, with so much power in the fifth grade class he calls a redo. He calls you names as he gets you out, and you hear the dreaded word, “Scrub”. By then, the dam will break. Tears flow down your cheeks and you run away. You don’t speak to anyone the entire day, and that night, you pledge that you will suck it up and not care anymore...

Monday, August 24, 2015

The Infection (Part 3)

Todd, Han, and Robert were exhausted. They collapsed on tiny bunk beds in the military base that was lent to them. The sky was black, and the moon was out. Todd whispered to Han and Robert, "Do you think they will make us go back out there?"

Han replied, "Yes, of course, they need all the troops and medical personal to fight this disease."

Robert then cried out, "Then I am going to leave! I don't want to become one of those ravaging infected folk. I'm going to ask that kind lady for some spare clothes and get out of here."

"Then I am going with you!" Burst out Todd and Han together. They all climbed out of their bunks, took out unnecessary items from their packs, and crept out of their sleeping quarters, trying to sneak out. When they reached the exit, they slowly pushed open the door. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop. Then, they ran outside and bolted for the gate. They ran and ran, and nobody stopped them. They finally reached the lady's house and asked her for some clothes. She told them to come in and change. They threw out their muddy, worn out, torn clothes into the garbage, and put on the new fresh clothes that were her husband's. Todd was stuck with a dress shirt and pants, while Todd and Han got a casual t-shirt and jeans. They thanked the lady, checked their packs to make sure everything was inside, such as med-kits, pain pills, and pistols, then left the house. They decided to act like civilians and go to the evac center in the next town, since the general would recognize them in this town. The set out to the fence around the small town they once thought was a safe haven, and set out to the unknown.

After walking ten miles, they couldn't walk any further. They were trying to walk towards the lights in the distance, but it never seemed to get any closer. They decided to rest. They slept on the ground, not caring about the mud and bugs on it, happy to get some sleep. The next day, they woke up early, tired but able to walk. They finally reached the shining light, which was coming from a distant city. Todd cried out in relief, "If I had to walk any more, I would lose another fifty pounds!" As they got closer, they realized that the lights were coming from a hill on the other side of the city, and they would have to go THROUGH the city in order to get there. Han cursed, and threw pack to the ground. He cried out, "We have to go THROUGH the city!? Who knows if it is safe or not!" Robert then whispered, "We need to walk more!" After a weary journey, they all fell on their knees and lied down. The lights in the distance seemed to dance, taunting them, encouraging them to come closer. They pulled out water bottles from their packs and drank from it, not letting any water dribble down from their chin. They recapped their bottles, stuffed them in their packs, and forced themselves to get up. The three fatigued men walked into the city.

At first, there were no sign of any people, or infected, but then a distinct growling and howling could be heard. As they turned the corner, they saw hundreds of infected on one street, wandering around. They quickly ran past, making sure to be silent and stealthy. The infected didn't notice. They pulled out their pistols and continued towards the light. They trudged onward, and they saw another group of infected. There was no way to get past them but to shoot. As soon as they fired the first bullet, the horde cried out, and lunged and lashed out for them. Todd cried out, "My god! They are like piranhas!' The came in waves, running towards them screaming and squealing. Han, Robert, and Todd shot, trying to not get bitten or scratched, but they were no successful. Han and Todd both were bit, and Robert was scratched on the cheek. However, nobody was showing the symptoms. They were terrified, and Han started to sob. He cried out, "WHY! WHY! WHY ME!." He fell to the ground and Todd and Robert waited. They waited for the inevitable.

They waited all day, but nothing happened, they never felt the urge to bite or attack another healthy person. They decided that they were immune. They once again set out towards the enticing light in the distance, hoping it is a way to get out of the hellish city and survive. They traveled over people's backyards, encountering hundreds of infected, managing to kill them all, even if not unscathed.

Todd was tired, and decided they should rest. Robert and Han gladly obliged, when suddenly, an infected pounced from the rooftop of a nearby skyscraper, and viciously attacked Todd. Todd screamed, "Get it off, get it off!" as he struggled to shove it off his body. It clawed and bit Todd, and finally Robert grabbed a pistol and shot ten times. Then, it slumped over and died. Han rushed over and patched Todd's wounds up with a med-kit, but Todd was still in pain. He managed to sit up and drink some water. He didn't stop until the bottle was empty, and he cast it aside. He managed to say, "I think the disease has mutated." Then he collapsed onto the ground. Robert walked over and lifted him up, regardless of the injuries he had and the enervated he felt. He carried Todd while Han grabbed two pistols and dual wielded them, a murderous look in his eyes. They were about a quarter of the way to the light, when they found a barred metal door, and a house next to it. They recognized it as a safe house that infected couldn't get into. They saw many along the way, but until now, they didn't have the need for it. They walked in, closed and locked the door, piled chairs and a drawer against it, and fell asleep.

Friday, August 21, 2015

MSI GS60 GhostPro 064 Review

ecently I just got a new laptop. It is the MSI GS60 GhostPro 064. It is a gaming laptop designed by MSI and it is extremely fast. It comes with an i7-4720 2.60Ghz processor and a NVIDIA GTX GeForce 970M. Below is are the pros and cons about the computer:

1. The computer is capable of running multiple tasks at once without slowing down a bit. I am capable of running Counter-Strike: Global Offensive from Steam, surf the web, play music, and download giant files without the computer slowing down.

2. The computer is very thin and slick. It can fit in very small spaces and is very durable.

3. The computer can run many games on ultra settings without breaking a sweat (figuratively speaking)

4. It comes with a number pad on the side of the keyboard, which is very nice since you don't have to reach towards the top of the keyboard every time something requires numbers.

5. Very large storage capacity. It comes with a  one terabyte hard drive and a two hundred fifty-six gigabyte solid state drive. Can be customized to have more or less storage depending on where bought.


6. The sound is very clear and is capable of many frequencies at different amplitudes.

7. Very good resolution. It has a 15.6 inch screen with 1920x1080 resolution.

8. Keyboard is backlit with multiple colors which looks cool and allows the user to easily type in the dark.

9. Can plug in a second monitor for work.

10. Three USB slots.

1. Fingerprints stay on the computer shell for a long time, but can be wiped off with a cloth or clothes.

2. Dust is clearly visible if allowed to gather on the computer.

As you can see, the pros far outnumber the cons, and the two cons that I have come across are only cosmetic issues. The computer's performance is clearly top notch and if you are looking for an excellent gaming laptop this computer should definitely be on your list of possible choices.

Overall, this computer satisfied all my needs and actually exceeded my expectations and I am extremely happy with my decision. I wish you all luck in your writing, games, and other activities! Feel free to let me know of other pros and cons I should be on the look out for! :)

Saturday, August 1, 2015

The Blue House on Green Street Part 2 (The Break-In)

Gold bounced up and down as he and his siblings sneaked towards the blue house. They stayed in the shadows of other houses, avoiding street lamps and windows. Once they reached the house, they looked around for unlocked or open windows. There were none. Magenta sighed in relief, since she didn't want to break into the the house but had to supervise the other kids. Suddenly, Yellow whispered, "I found a door to a cellar!" The children slowly creeped over to the door. They pulled on the handle and the door swung open, releasing a musty smell. They climbed inside. Once they were all in the cellar, Magenta closed the door behind them and turned on the single light bulb in the center of the room. Inside the cellar were books. Lots and lots of notebooks. The books were full of maps and notes. Pink started to pull them off their shelves and give them to everybody. Gold was in the middle of flipping through a book when he cried out, "Look!" He then realized that he had shouted it and immediately panicked. His face turned red and he started to whisper, "Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!" Yellow hushed him up and picked up the book. He flipped to the page Gold was looking at and gasped. He opened his mouth to talk but then the cellar door burst open.

It was Pink who saved them, playing around with the light bulb and accidentally turning it off. The children all ran and hid. Pink jumped down from the stairs and landed in a pile of trash, effectively concealing herself from the stranger. The stranger walked down the stairs into the cellar, and turned on the lights. He didn't see any of the children, and he walked over to one of the old bookshelves. He grabbed a notebook and left the cellar, turning the lights off as he left. The children all waited a good long while before they escaped their small cramped hiding spots. Magenta stretched, and asked Yellow, "What was in the book?" Yellow was too afraid to answer, so he just handed the notebook to her. On the page said:

The Rebellion has begun. Dark/Brown/1064 (This is how the people of Color tell the date)
Every midnight from here on, a new house will be painted a different color from the street it is on. The brainwashed citizens of Color will be helpless to stop once our master plan unfolds. Master plan in book eleven of six hundred thirty seven. A new dawn is approaching, and the people of Color won't be there to see it. They will all perish by the second silver moon, and even their ridiculous police won't stop us once we grow to full power.

Gold, reading over Magenta's shoulder looked for the eleventh book. He found it, and flipped through it. He found the page that had more plans, and it read:

The Rebellion is over, but the War has begun. Light/Green/1064
Vaporize anybody in our path. We will wage full war on the people of Color. If they do not oblige to our commands, they will die. Our blasters will no longer kill anybody, they will vaporize their homes and cars, shops and buses. Best of all, the new age will be upon us, and we will grow even stronger. Victory to the FLOUTERS.

Pink noted, "This Month is Green, and next week will be Light." Magenta nodded. She said, "The situation is more grim than any of us thought. We need to take these notes to the police! Gold then cried, "But then they would know we broke into this person's house."

The cellar door suddenly burst open, and nobody was there to save them. The owner of the house laughed and boomed, "It seems I have found the intruders of my house! Servants, seize them!" Big burly men walked towards the children holding gags and rope. On their belts were Protonic Blasters, banned in the town of Color since they were so destructive and lethal. They bound up the children of Mr. Purple, and dragged them into the house.

The children were locked into a dark room, and they attempted to untie their binds. They only managed to spit out their gags. Magenta whispered, "We need to create an escape plan." Despite their binds and low morale, the children set to work...

Sunday, July 19, 2015

The Blue House on Green Street Part 1 (The Newcomer)

In the large town of Color, each street was named a certain color, and the houses and buildings on the street were all painted that color. The sidewalks, roads, street lights and signs would also be that color. The people of Color were all grumpy, and nobody knew why. However, there was one man named Mr. Purple, and his wife was Mrs. Red. They had four children: Magenta, the oldest and most mature girl, Gold, a temperamental boy who loved to throw tantrums, Yellow, a boy who always loved to smile, and Pink, the smallest little girl who was six years old. They were always happy, and never insulted anybody or got mad. Mr. Purple and his family lived on Green Street, and everyday Purple would inhale the clean air and sit on a rocking chair on his porch. Everyday he would read his favorite book The Spectrum of Colors while sipping on black coffee, with no white sugar added. When anybody passed by, he would wave and smile, but they would always scowl in return. Mr. Purple didn't mind. He would just look back at his book and hum to himself, enjoying the rainbow sky and the laughter of his children, smelling the cooking of his wife and feeling the rocking of his chair. On one particular day, he decided to look down the street, and gazed at all the green houses and buildings. Then, he sighed contentedly and look at his own house. With a sparkle in his eye, he saw some paint coming off, so he walked inside. He announced in a big loud voice, "It is time to paint the house again!" He rushed his children into the back of a green van, and his wife gracefully entered the shotgun seat. Purple climbed into the driver's seat and drove towards the hardware store. They bought ten buckets of paint, and hauled them back to the van, and drove back to their house.

They covered all their windows and lamps, and Magenta and Gold climbed onto the roof. Yellow tossed them a few buckets of paint. They opened the paint canisters and without even looking at a specific spot to paint, sloshed the entire bucket of paint across the roof. The paint dripped down the wall and into the green grass. Pink even wanted to help. She waddled around with a green lollipop in her hand as she grabbed a paintbrush and started to slap the wall with it. Mr. Purple and Mrs. Red chuckled.

After five hours, the paint job was complete, and the house looked good as new. The sun was starting to set so Mrs. Red cooked a delicious dinner for them. They all gobbled it down. They brushed their teeth and slipped into their beds. Before long, they were fast asleep. The next day, they all awoke to a man screaming, "HERESY! HERESY!" They scrambled out of bed and peered out the window. There was a man pointing at something in the distance, and he continued to scream. The people on the street came out of their houses, most still wearing their pajamas. Under the bright sun, it was hard to make out what the man was pointing too, but it was definitely out of place. It just didn't seem green. One man squinted and shouted, "Its blue! THERE IS A BLUE HOUSE ON GREEN STREET! WHO DARES DO THIS!" There were whispers about the blue people trying to invade, but Mr. Purple thought it was nonsense. He announced in a big booming voice, "Let's go knock on their door and see what they are doing!"

"Yes!" shouted the audience in unison.

They marched over to the blue house.

In a moment, the owner of the blue house walked out onto his porch startled. He announced, "What is the meaning of this?"

Mrs. Red spoke up, "Sir, why is your house blue. The law strictly forbids that! I am afraid you must repaint your house or we may have to call the authorities." The man put on a scowl. He paced the deck and finally breathed out, "Nonsense. Leave my property or I will call the authorities." Some people turned to leave, but most people stood their ground. One woman cried out, "Why are you here!"

"Because I live here." The man was stubborn. He just would not repaint his house. Most of the crowd gave up and started to leave, muttering things like crazy man, or I wonder how long he will last.

Eventually, Mr. Purple and his family left as well, walking back to their house.

That night, long after Mr. Purple and his wife were asleep, the children giggled and whispered to each other, "Lets sneak over to that weirdo's house and scare him." The children laughed even more at that until Magenta hushed them up. She said, "We can't go scaring strangers, even if they are weirdos like that guy."

Pink cried, "Scare weedos!"

Then all the children besides Magenta also cried, "Scare weirdos!"

Magenta sighed. She said, "Well, I guess I need to supervise you."

The children put on their coats and shoes, and headed for the door.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

The Adventures of Bloot and Tubes: Episode 1, Stranded

"Lieutenant, you have five minutes of air left."

"Five!?" Lieutenant Bloot's hands fumbled with the power controls. Lieutenant Bloot and his crew were stranded in the middle of space, in galaxy X981. The ship lost its power two weeks ago, and there was only one room that was operational, thanks to some expert thinking from Mechanic Lubey Tubes, who quickly created a makeshift generator in the nick of time, able to save the people in the mess hall. Unluckily, this meant they had limited air. People were already fainting from oxygen loss, and Lieutenant Bloot was desperate to turn on the main generator, which would filter carbon dioxide for oxygen, and provide power for the entire ship. Lubey was whispering through the headset that was implanted in Bloot's astronaut suit, "You need to pull the big lever, then type the code 19391 into the console. It will reactivate." Bloot did as he was told. There was a whirring sound as the generator came back to life, but then it powered back down. Bloot shouted, "It started for a moment then shut down!"

"Try the code 10374" The same result.


"Try 12031" The same result


"I'm almost outta air. I got two minutes left in my tank and it takes four minutes to get back," interrupted Bloot. Bloot started to run back to the mess hall, which was nearly impossible in the no gravity hallways. He decided to push off the walls and towards the mess hall. Ten seconds of air left! The mess hall was still two minutes away. Five seconds... One second! Bloot exhaled a final breath as he reached for the mess hall door. Then something unexpected happened. The door opened and Mechanic Lubey grabbed onto Bloot's hand, pulling him into the mess hall. Then, the door slammed shut. Bloot took his helmet off and breathed the stale mess hall air. He whispered, "I failed." Lubey said, "Not quite. Those small surges of power let some electricity into this battery of mine. This battery is able to take small amounts of electricity and multiply it, so we can just power the ship from here."

"How long?"

"At least an hour."

"We don't have an hour, much less thirty minutes." To emphasize the point, there was a banging on the door. Everyone froze. The banging came from outside the door. Nobody, could live outside the door. There was no air, and the temperature was below -400 Fahrenheit.

"Pressure?" said Bloot.

"What pressure? The door and walls are meant to withstand pressure in the case of an emergency like this. The door and walls would just-"

"I don't need your explanations Tubes! All I needed was a not pressure." A man started to walk towards the door. He put his head against the door, and when he did, the door opened, sending him flying into space. Coming in was an enormous alien. It was nearly impossible to see, since it was pitch black, and blended in with the darkness outside. Somebody whimpered, and it lashed out, instantly snatching the person and going back into the darkness. The door closed.

"Ok. Now we know the alien is on board, and that it turned off the power."

"That seems to be the case. We have to send people out there."

"We can't. The alien will take you and probably kill you."

"What if we are silent? It couldn't' see us, but when it heard poor Jimmy whimper it lashed out like a starving dog."


"Five minutes of air left."

"Five!" Everybody panicked, reducing the air to four minutes. Everybody shut up after that.

Bloot broke the silence. "Battery life?"

"Ninety percent."

"That'll have to do." Lubey opened up the generator and shoved the battery into the power input slot. The ship whirred to life.

"Well that solves one of our problems." As Lubey said that, the alien charged into the room, snarling and hungry. Bloot whipped out his pistol and shot it four times. It only seemed irritated. It turned towards Bloot, snorted, and charged him. Bloot jumped out of the way in the nick of time. He shot the alien a few more times, but the alien was not injured. In fact, the alien just got more angry. He ran towards Bloot, and was expecting Bloot to dodge. As Bloot jumped out of the way, the alien snatched onto his shirt with its long claws and started to strangle him. As Bloot flailed around, Lubey grabbed a wrench that was lying on the ground next to the generator, and whacked the alien repeatedly. Finally, he hit a spot on the small of its back and the alien collapsed onto the ground, unconscious. Bloot thanked Lubey and announced, "It is time to go back to Earth!" All the men cheered, but one man said, "What about the alien?" His voice was full of fear and angst.

Bloot replied, "We bring it back to Earth so we can study it."

And with that, they courageously walked back to the huge cockpit of the enormous ship, and they started the engines. At faster than light speed, they zoomed back to planet Earth.


Sunday, May 24, 2015

The Cold

Sniffle Sniffle,
Cough Cough,
a sore throat,
and a runny nose,
these are the symptoms,
of a cold

Unable to swallow,
Always sneezing,
Blowing your nose,
this is what you do when you have a cold

I sleep all night,
I yawn all day,
I need more rest,
to get over this cold

it seems my cold is cured,

its just that time when it is about to get worse

Sniffle Sniffle,
Cough Cough,
a sore throat,
and a runny nose,
these are the symptoms,
of a cold

it is actually cured

Sunday, May 10, 2015

My Trip to Washington D.C (Day 2): The Thirst

On Monday, we went to the Embassy of Israel, Arlington National Cemetery, took a photo op outside the White House, and went to some memorials.

The Embassy of Israel was interesting, but wasn't the most exciting. We learned a bunch about Israel's politics and government, but there wasn't any moving around and exploring things. It was a sit down and listen to a speaker for an hour activity. Then, we went to Arlington National Cemetery, which we were all very excited to see.

Everybody was wearing formal clothes, so it looked like we were going to a funeral, but we were actually fantaisie touristes (french for fancy tourists). We walked up the hill, which was surprisingly steep, despite it looking flat from far away. We marched on and on for half an hour, and finally arrived at the Changing of the Guard Ceremony. It was very calm, and the Guards marched back and forth for about ten minutes, and everybody was sweating. Some people looked like they were going to faint from the 80-90 degree weather, sitting on rock steps in dry air. Finally, something happened.

A guard and a sergeant walked out from who knows where, and the sergeant announced in a hoarse, loud, and scary voice. "MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION! WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO WITNESS IS THE CHANGING OF THE GUARD CEREMONY. PLEASE REMAIN SILENT. PHOTOGRAPHY IS ALLOWED. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION!" Then, he walked over to the guard, spun a working, cocked, loaded, rifle a few times, handed it to the guard, then they started marching over to the strip where the original guard was still marching back and forth. I swear it was like they were trying to send subliminal messages to our brain. "21... 21... 21..." The guard marched twenty-one steps, stopped for twenty-one seconds, rearranged his gun, waited for twenty-one seconds, faced the other direction, waited twenty-one seconds, and marched twenty-one steps. Just looking at the twenty-ones make me want to say twenty-one  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.  After that, we were all extremely thirsty, and we rushed to the water fountains as if we were in a desert for two and a half days and saw water for the first time. We scrambled there, and sucked up the water like we would never see it again. We spent fifteen minutes there.

After we drank our water, we walked to President J.F.K's grave, and it was very exciting, seeing a praised president's tomb. We paid our respects and moved on. By then, we were all thirsty again, running back to the visitors center. When we finally got there, we saw a water fountain. We raced there, but it turned out that it didn't work, forcing us to look for another one. We found the only other ones in the visitors center, and the line nearly filled an entire hallway.

Image result for zigzagging people in a hall

We spent thirty minutes getting our precious water, and left to go to the memorials. In the bus, I reflected on Arlington National Cemetery, and realized that we would not have had our country as it is today without them. I paid my respects to EVERYONE buried in that cemetery. Thank You.

We took a photo op outside the White House, but we didn't see Obama, so it wasn't as exciting as it could have been. There were two guards on every side, and there were two fences on every side. It also looks smaller than in pictures. Then, we went to the memorials.

First, we went to the Jefferson Memorial, which was pretty cool,

but not the most exciting thing in the world. Then, we went to the FDR memorials, which was awesome, because you were allowed to climb on rocks to get a better view of the lake beside it.

We didn't go too many places that day, but it was still awesome and exhilarating to see more land marks of Washington D.C.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

My Trip to Washington D.C. (Day 1)

For spring break I went to Washington D.C. on a school trip. We visited Mount Vernon, the White House, Capitol Hill, the Holocaust Museum, The Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, and many more. In this blog post, I will talk about my experiences at Mount Vernon, the Smithsonian Natural History Museum, The American History Museum, and the National Archive.

First, we went to Mount Vernon. We arrived around 8:30 AM, and we walked up to the visitors center. There, we organized ourselves into groups, and continued on our journey to George Washington's mansion. As we walked along the trail to his house, we saw sheep and bulls roaming around in pens. We stopped and took pictures with the adorable animals, but they paid us no mind as they ate the grass with no intention of stopping. They ate and ate, and we finally left. As we turned around to look at them one last time, they raised their heads, turned around, and ate some more.

We finally got to the mansion, but our tickets were scheduled for 9:55 AM, and it was only 8:45 AM. We decided to go see Washington's tomb, and we paid our respects. Then, we decided to go see the small buildings around the mansion that had tools, barrels, and other useful materials (back then). George Washington even had a garage to store his transportation devices, such as horse drawn carriages! It was 9:45 AM, so we went behind the mansion and took pictures of the wide Potomac River. George Washington sure had a nice view! Our tour guide finally announced that it was time to enter the mansion. We silently walked inside, and there were people explaining what every room's purpose was. As we entered a bedroom, a historical interpreter (it was on their name tags) said, "This was a bedroom, where people slept." I almost wanted to face palm myself. I thought, "why do you need to interpret a bedroom?" Nonetheless, as we exited the mansion, we were amazed to be in the house that George Washington used to live in! We are also shocked when we learned that the walls were made of wood, but painted to look like white bricks. We were all fooled by the facade.

As were walking on another trail to the visitors center, we entered slave quarters, and a musty old room where alcoholic drinks used to be stored. We also entered a working blacksmith workshop, and there were people making chains inside! We learned that the fire burned to 4000 degrees Fahrenheit. We finally went back to the visitors center around 11:00 AM, and ate lunch.

After lunch, we went were taken to the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. That was awesome, because I always wanted to go to a Smithsonian Museum. There, we saw two giant squids, a bird-eater (giant tarantula) which freaked me out, and two normal tarantulas that viciously murdered an innocent cricket, which also freaked me out.

It was very crowded, and as I walked to the Earth materials exhibit, I saw a large group around one particular diamond, the Hope Diamond. The Hope Diamond was beautiful! It was a deep blue, and glimmered in the light. It looked smooth, and there were no scratches upon it. It seemed pure, with no evil within. I snapped many pictures, and walked away amazed.

After that, we went to the Museum of American History, but I wasn't as impressed with it as much as I was by the Natural History Museum.

Finally, we went to the National Archives. There was a giant line to get through security, and we waited for about twenty minutes just to get into the building. Then, we waited another twenty minutes to get into the rotunda, where the Constitution, Bill of Rights, and Declaration of Independence are housed. No photography was allowed, which disappointed me, but when I finally got into the rotunda, I stood in awe at the documents that were written at the beginning of American History. The writing was fading away, and was hard to read, but I saw the signature of John Hancock on the Declaration of Independence as if it were shouted loud and clear. Sadly, our time was up at the rotunda, and we had to go back to the National Archive's lobby. Luckily, a draft of the Magna Carta was there at the time, so I got a glimpse of that.

Finally, we went to the hotel, and we were exhausted. After a long while, because of jet-lag and excitement, we fell asleep.

Sunday, March 29, 2015

Look Carefully

Creak! Shuffle Shuffle!
widen your eyes and look around
do you not see it?

Open your eyes wider, yes wider!
Do you see it now?

No? Then you are not looking carefully enough
BOO! He is right behind you!

Scream and Pant
Scream and Pant
Look Behind you
The ghost is there
And he is toppled over laughing

He glides over and whispers,
HA! I scared you didn't I?
Then he tells you look carefully,
Look carefully!
and you look carefully

He takes of his disguise and there he is,
your young small naughty brother.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

The Missing

A man in baggy jeans, a large coat, and sunglasses walked across the side walk, ignoring people's disgusted glances and glares. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked into the Walgreens that was just around the corner. He eyed the cashier, and nodded to him. The cashier didn't respond. Just as the man walked into the isle with all the soaps, hoping to find a hair gel that could snazzify his hair, there were gunshots. He ducked down, and reached into his right pocket and pulled out the Desert Eagle inside. He cocked it, and looked around. He heard police sirens off in the distance. He went outside Walgreens and saw a buff man holding a trembling man. The buff man also held a pistol, and by the looks of it, it was a P250. The man holding the Desert Eagle was named Norman, and he was, despite his appearances, a good guy. In fact, he was actually an undercover cop, surveying the more ghetto side of town. Norman started to walk towards the man with the P250. He raised his gun, aimed at the perp's head, and shouted, "Put the gun down! I don't want any trouble." The man with the P250 cried, "Come and make me." He aimed the P250 at Norman. Norman used this to his advantage. With the hostage no longer in danger, he shot the criminal. The criminal's body toppled onto the ground, and the trembling hostage scrambled away. Norman put his gun back into a hidden holster inside his large right pocket, and told all the witnesses, "Please stay calm. More police officers will be on their wa-" He never finished his sentence before a searing pain hit him in the back and slammed into the ground. He gasped for air, and looked around, but the sniper was already gone...

Norman woke up in the hospital, and groaned. A nurse was standing next to him. She said, "You were shot in the back by a sniper, but you will be fine...

Norman woke up again. This time, something was wrong. The lights were all off, and everything was silent. Norman moved, and realized that it didn't hurt. He checked the time. 9:17 AM, February 3, 2017. Norman blinked. The day he was shot was March 2, 2016. He looked out the window on the side of his room, and everything was empty. He walked out of his room, and found his way to the front desk. Nobody was there. He crept around the hospital and eventually found some clothes. He slipped into them, and found his way back outside. As he walked, he looked around, and still, nobody was there. There were no people on the sidewalks, no cars on the street, and no movement in any building. Norman was terrified. He started to walk towards his house.

He didn't have the keys, so he broke open a window and climbed in. He went down to his basement, and opened a small closet door. Inside were some guns. He grabbed an M4A4 and a CZ25-Auto. He loved the M4A4, and even spray painted it to make it more personal. He changed into his own clothes, putting on a belt that had a holster on it. He also grabbed a giant backpack and started stuffing canned goods into it. He finally reached inside the closet and grabbed a Karambit. He was starting to realize that this was an emergency, and he needed to be prepared. Just as he was leaving, Norman swung around and grabbed some ammunition. He shoved a clip into his M4A4 and CZ25-Auto, grabbed his car keys, and left his house, not knowing that it would be the last time he ever saw it.

He got into his car, luckily full of gas. He turned it on and drove down the street, hoping to find somebody else. Now Norman was not only terrified, but was also nervous. He was afraid that he was missing something, and that it would affect him in the future. He kept driving until he reached the edge of the city, Nemo City. Then, he started to see cars, and sighed. As he got closer, he realized they were military cars, and became puzzled. He drove up to the cars and got out. The people in and around the cars gasped. Norman said, "What's wrong? There's nobody in town !" One brave man replied, "I-It was the terrorists. They took them somewhere. They are still in the city, we just don't know where! Everyone we send in never comes back. You are the first person to come OUT of that city in just over a year!" Norman's jaw dropped. "You mean, they were ALL abducted?"


Norman was speechless. Never, in 10 years, had he been speechless. Not once...

Sunday, February 22, 2015

It's Back!

It's Back! I had been waiting since last February for the annual CERTAMEN competition!!! Certamen is a Latin version of quiz bowl. Last year, I brought my team to the semi-finals, and we scored second place in Northern California, and fourth place in all of California. Yesterday, February 22, 2015, I went back to Saint Ingatius College Prep in San Francisco to battle opposing teams from all Northern California in the fiercest wars.


My hand is shaking, and I loosen the grip on my buzzer. I wipe the sweat off of my hands on my pants. and grip the buzzer again. It is the final round. My team and I, the same group of silly kids from last year, scored second place the previous two rounds, and we were determined to win the next game. "Translate the ablative preposition in this sentence. The chef is in-", announced the proctor, unable to finish because somebody foolishly buzzed in before she could finish. "C1!" she announced. I was startled, I looked over and my teammate Lucas's eyes widened. He gulped, and said, "In... In Culina?" 

"Correct! Even though I didn't finish the sentence, I guess it can be inferred that the chef is, "... in the kitchen."

Lucas gasped. Then, smiled, and started softly singing, "Oh yeah! Unhun, Oh yeah! Go Lucas! I am the best yeah! Unhun!" I face-palmed myself. Lucas loved to indulge himself. It was the next question. "Who locked his daughter in a dungeon-" BEEEEEEP! I buzzed in. "C3!" announced the proctor. I cried "Accrisius! He locked his daughter, Danae in a dungeon, because he heard from an Oracle that his grandson would kill him. In the end, Danae's son, Perseus, did kill him." The proctor said, "That was all correct, and in fact, you answered the bonus questions too. 20 more points for Bentley Middle School!" I mocked Lucas, "Oh yeah, go Ethan! Oh yeah! I got this in the bag! Go Ethan!"


In the end, we won that round by forty-five points. We had 105 points, another team had 60, and the last had 10. We all cheered, and shoved each other around, because that is what silly boys do. We also high-fived each other, and I felt extremely satisfied, because everybody said that I was the MVP (Most Valuable Player), although I thought that everyone did equally as well; it was totally a team effort. Well, I tremendously want to get into the semi-finals, so I hope to write another post when I get there!

Saturday, February 7, 2015

Fast Reflex

"My hands trembled as I clicked the green ACCEPT. 3, 2, 1. A voice said, 'Let's roll.'"

I recently got a new video game, Counter-Strike: Global Offensive, and have been playing it. My friend Michael, who has played this game for 2 years, introduced this game to me. The game has a total of 18 ranks: From Silver 1 to The Global Elite.When I first found out about these ranks, my mouth hung open. There we're so many ranks! I was determined to rank up by playing long, tedious, but fun, 90 minute competitive matches.

"As I joined my first competitive match, I started to shake. I was afraid I would fail, my team would lose, and everybody on it would down rank because of me. I shook the thought away. I was determined to win. When I joined, the game put me on the Terrorist force. The top of my screen displayed: Waiting for Players..." I checked my 'money' and saw that it was full. I excitedly pressed 'b' to open the buy screen. I bought an AK-47, and started to 'Warm-Up'. I practiced getting head shots and controlling my recoil. The map I was playing on was Nuke. I was extremely familiar with the map, because I play on it quite often in casual mode. I noticed that one of my friends was on the same server. I immediately called him. He answered. I said with glee, 'You are on the same competitive match with me! We are even on the same team!'
He replied, 'Great!'

Finally, the time had come, and the game placed us in our respective spawn. We were playing Bomb Scenario, where the Terrorists have to plant a bomb in either A site, or B site. Perspiration was on my forehead. I quickly bought a Kevlar Jacket. I decided that being tense would not help me, especially on the 'pistol round', where nobody has enough money to buy better guns. I mustered up courage to speak into my microphone. I commanded, 'Let's rush B through ramp and sneaky.' That meant that we would all go to B site, either through the common ramp route or through a more sneaky way that meant going across open ground. I desperately hoped that my team would oblige. I felt better when they all agreed, 'Yeah, Sure, Alright!' We went, and fortunately, my plan worked. We all reached B site. When we arrived, we checked all the areas, and no Counter-Terrorist was in sight. We planted the bomb, and a notification popped up on our screen, 'Bomb has been planted. 45 seconds until detonation.' My team suddenly became nervous. I noticed that their movements became more jerky, and they no longer walked, but ran instead, making an abundance of noise. I reassured them, 'Guys, calm down. Two of us can go through ramp and the rest (three) can go through vent.' Both ways eventually led to A site. I climbed up the ladder in the vent, and broke the metal grate. I looked around, saw that nobody was there, then peeked up, checking the rafters for any enemy. It was all clear. That meant that they were closer to the bomb, or were outside. I sneaked closer, and heard footsteps. I turned a corner and started to fire. One Counter-Terrorist dropped dead, but then, I was hit by two others. One had the default Counter-Terrorist pistol, the P2000, but the other had a Five-SeveN, and I was quickly killed. However I did damage to the Five-SeveN holder. I was furious. I shouted to my team, 'One has default and one has Five-SeveN. The Five-SeveN carrier is lit for 63,' which meant that I dealt 63 damage to him.' I clenched my fists. I was too careless. I should have waited for the rest of my team...

It was the final round and now my assigned team was Counter-Terrorist. The score was 15-8. We were in the lead. It was Match Point. I had enough  money to buy an AWP, a slow reload and bad close range weapon, but excellent sniper rifle.

I covered the outside, and saw two enemy snipers. My fingers clenched up, and instinct carried me to safety. Adrenaline rushed through my veins. I wanted to win my first competitive match. I peeked my gun around the crate I was hiding behind and fired. I killed one of them. As I was reloading, the other sniper wall-banged me, shooting me through the wooden crate. I was apoplectic. I switched my weapon to a knife and scrambled away. After being busy fighting the sniper, I realized that there were three enemies and one other team mate left. My teammate killed the sniper, but was soon head shot by the bomb carrier. I started to shake, and became edgy. I thought, 'This is the ultimate test. Can I bring my team to victory?' I changed back to my sniper rifle killed the bomb carrier. Now it was one on one. I had the bomb in my sights, and relaxed a little. If my earlier nervousness could be measured on a scale of one through ten, it definitely would have been an eleven. Now, it was about 9.5. I gulped, and attempted to suppress my apprehension. I climbed onto the rafters at A site so that I would have the high ground, and advantage, while being able to see the bomb on the ground, also an advantage. I noticed movement in my peripheral vision...

It may have been luck, it may have been instinct, or it might have been quick reflexes, but I swiped my mouse across my mouse pad, and head shot the last enemy. No matter what is was, I knew it was just pure awesomeness. I laughed, and cheered. My team congratulated me and praised me. We all said our, 'Good game, and GG.' to each other, and to the other team, but in the end, I felt more satisfied than the others, because I had one my first competitive match."

Sunday, January 25, 2015

One Second

The masked man, who looked suspiciously like a criminal, walked into the back of his truck with two other people. They asked him, "Why put on your mask so early Casper?" Casper replied, "Better safe than sorry." They climbed in, and the driver, another man who had a mask over his face, closed the door shut. It shuddered on impact, and continued to shudder as the driver turned the engine on, making the truck vibrate. Then, the truck lurched forward, and drove onto the highway. Nobody bothered to look at them as they went on the infrequently used, and broken down exit off the highway. They swerved into a grove off the side, and looked at the nuclear power site. Casper called to his two buddies, "Hey Rafael, Malcolm, the rest of our group is waiting on the other side, so hurry up!" Rafael and Malcolm quickly obliged. They gathered their weapons. Rafael and Casper carried AK-47's but Malcolm carried an AWP, a powerful bolt-action sniper rifle, banned for private ownership in most countries. Malcolm also carried a powerful C4 explosive device. As standard for their group, they carried a P250 each, a weak pistol with small recoil.  They gathered with the rest of the gang, and Casper announced their plan. "Malcolm, Rafael, you two cover the entrances. Malcolm, you can give your bomb to Kennedy... Tommy, Kennedy, you make sure that the bombs get planted. Roger, you support them, while I help guard. I have no doubt the Counter-Terrorist force will be upon us." Hidden in the bushes, a silent figure nodded, listening to their plan. Then. he notified the Counter-Terrorist group. A few moments later, the terrorists put on their masks and barged into the nuclear power plant. They immediately shot the cameras with their pistols, and continued on their way.

As this was happening, a helicopter was on its way. The seven passengers were trained anti-terrorist soldiers. Inside, they waited for the "go" signal. They muttered, "Red light, red light... Green light!" They jumped out the helicopter, hovering three feet over land, and rushed to the building. The man hidden in the bushes also came to join them. Seven of the men carried M4A4's and the eighth carried a Dragunov, a weak but small sniper rifle. As they entered, they saw Rafael. Rafael open fired, taking out two of the people in the Counter-Terrorist squad. Then Malcolm sniped a third member. As Malcolm was reloading, he realized that there was a bullet in his chest, and collapsed onto the ground. Rafael realized that he would die if he stayed, so he followed the rest of the gang into a small corridor that gave the terrorists a vantage point. Three Counter-Terrorists lined up against the wall. The one with the Dragunov sniper rifle shot one of the bomb carriers. The bomb dropped out of his hand and slid to the middle of the corridor. Casper sneaked forward and pulled out his P250.

The first Counter-Terrorist said, "Flash-bang? Smoke?" The others said, "Flash-bang." He pulled out a flash-bang, but before he could throw it, the terrorists unleashed a wild spray of bullets into the corridor. Casper slid on the ground and snagged the bomb. Then, he went back behind his fellow terrorists. Finally, the Counter-Terrorist threw the flash-bang, stunning Rafael and Kennedy. They were gunned down by the advancing Counter-Terrorists. Then, Tommy shot and obliterated the Counter-Terrorist with the sniper rifle. The remaining Counter-Terrorists shot Tommy down, his wild scream louder than the gun fire. The Counter-Terrorists ran down a hall, and Malcolm pulled out a hidden Molotov. He ignited and threw it, and it burned another Counter-Terrorist. As the two remaining Counter-Terrorists, Phineas and Colin, waited for the fire to die down, Roger started to plant the first bomb. Eventually, Phineas burst into the room, shot down Roger, and saw the activated highly explosive C4-bomb. Colin waved at Phineas to defuse it, and signaled that he would go after the remaining terrorist. Phineas obliged. He bent down and pulled out his defuse kit. While he was working on that, Colin went threw a broken window and saw the last bomb, but no terrorist with it. As he set down his gun and pulled out his defuse kit, he looked around one last time. Nobody. He cut the first wire, Nothing happened. Then, he heard movement. He didn't look around but silently grabbed his P2000 pistol. He heard the unsheathing of a knife from its scabbard. and heard a man grunt. Casper was almost upon Colin, but Colin swung his pistol around and blasted Casper out of the air. Then, Colin quickly returned to defuse the bomb. 2 seconds. 1 second. Colin trembled as the milliseconds went down. He cut the wire, and the bomb shut down. Colin sighed in relief, and realized that his squad saved many lives...


Saturday, January 3, 2015

The Panic

On Tuesday, 12/30/14, I went to my friend Nick's house for a sleep over. It was a very windy day. He greeted me at his door, and we quickly rushed inside. I said hello to his mom and younger brother, then hobbled upstairs to play Minecraft with Nick. We were playing for a good five minutes until the WiFi broke.

I ran through some trouble shooting steps, and resolved that it was an issue with the router. I went downstairs with Nick and told his mom to restart the router. She did, and the WiFi was back online. Hurray! We climbed back up the stairs and played Minecraft for another good five minutes. Then, the WiFi broke again. We frustratingly told Nick's mom, and she restarted the router. This time, it didn't work. We strongly suspected that the extremely powerful wind was the culprit. Finally, as we were deciding what to do, Nick's mom looked out the window. She cried, "Oh my god! Our boat! Look at our boat!" We all rushed to the window to look. The side dock was completely ripped off from the main dock. We all gasped. The wind was stronger than expected. We all rushed down to the dock to find a way to fix it. On the dock, we found the white box that contained ropes, a hose, and other things inside, completely submerged in the water. The "step" that Nick's dad had built to get onto the boat also contained items, and was on the verge of falling into the water, losing trinkets and useful tools forever. The "step" and all its contents seemed utterly doomed. It and its contents were too heavy to lift from the awkward position, and if we did lift it, we would not have been able to save the contents inside, which would just fall out. We trudged back inside, anxious about what would happen. We called Nick's dad, and told him the situation. After Nick's dad came back, he secured the step in place by tying it to the dock, but he was unable to lift it up. After watching Nick's dad prevent the "step" from falling in, Nick and I walked upstairs, glad to see the WiFi working again.

The next day, the Dock Master came with his "gang" and attempted to rescue the items. However, they failed quite miserably. The Dock Master climbed onto the side dock, which had turtled over night, and grabbed a hold of the step. The rest of his gang started to pull the side dock towards the main dock. In the process, most of the items inside the step fell out into the harbor, and soon only the step and the Dock Master were the ones to get off the side dock. The items inside did not survive. Sadly, stuff was lost, but the initial panic was over. The boat was safe, had minimal scratches, and the Dock Master promised to reimburse Nick's family with all the objects they lost. Finally, I went home, told my parents about this shocking event, and decided to write about it.