Writer's Family

;-; *sniffle* I miss it wen this family used to be so active...

 

I know.So sad.We should probably plan a funeral...T_T

 

I know, huh... T-T *goes to call the church and the graveyard company*

 

*begins to call the family* T_T


So,how've you been Destiny?lol

 

*is on the phone* Hello? Yeah, I'd like to make a reservation for the church tomorrow night... mmmhhhmmm... Yeah... okay... Thanks! Bye. *hangs up* ;-; *sniffle*

lol I've been good. you? :3

 

Fine just here at home all day,enjoying my vacation.

 

Wait Funeral....did i kill someone again!?

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I mean...

 

The family died. :(

haha imma ghost!

 

The family isn't dying!!! I refuse to give in to this.

Someone go write something <<>>

*closes window and opens sac. :D *

 

lol... I'll write something later... too lazy now XD

 

where'd everyone go? ._.

 

family is dying V_V

 

well then, let's try to revive it?

 

DMaster:

I now have an all new love for that song. Well done.

 

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Hi family! =D

 

I posted my new story.

 

Cool! I'm already on ze list!

Would it be too much to ask if I could help out a bit and just write a few of the chapters for Sebastian Keaton? (In chron, my name's going to be Sebastian Keaton, Base Sebastian is getting a little old being used constantly. However, Sebastian can be shortened into Base. Keaton is my stepfather's mother's maiden name, which is Southern Irish. So a Italian/Irish Name,....xD)

I just really want to be a part of this in some way. I mean, you can still write Sebax, because you do him way better than me...(Envy)

If it's cool, I'm going to do a continuation of the chapter I gave you nearly a week ago. It'll take place in Orlando Airport, but on a much large scale than what you did for Rick, Cian, and Kay. When I say larger scale, you just did the outside, I'm going to take it inside and almost all around, because I've been going to Orlando Airport since I was a little kid and go there almost everytime English friends of my Grandparents come into or go out of the country to Whales.

I'm Floridian and a movie enthusist, I'll try to keep to the whole Disney World Californian/Orlando planet you've set up, and I'll try to keep in the tradition of useing famous movie quotes. So, you just gotta ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk? Is definately one I'll have to squeeze in if you let me write some chapters for....well....quite literally.....me...in the story....xD

Here's the first chapter I wrote so far. I can trust you guys reading it, because come on, you guys are writers too.

*WARNING! WARNING! BELOW ARE SPOILERS! READ AT OWN RISK!!*

Evening was falling on a small suburb, the Floridian sky turning greyish-blue, fire sirens blareing from somehwere down near the mainroad. In this small culdesac, a flat-screen computer came back to life, nimble fingers practically danceing along the keyboard as the user was able to get onto the internet. In the address bar, he quickly put in "kh-vids", the only place where the teen user felt he could talk, write, and from time to time, share his opions with others. In the small computer room, the sounds of National Treasure blared from the speakers, the movie playing on a seperate window on the computer. Balancing the movie with the Internet, the user known only as BaseSebastian, signed on and took a look at the one area he always checked, but was useually distained to find empty, his PM notification, in the top-right corner of the screen. But instead of finding it at "0", he instead saw a bold 1. Hopeing it wasn't another infraction notice from RoxasvsRikum, when he clicked it, however, the unread message was titled, "Prigioniero da creazione".

"What the heck?" Base asked himself, not understanding why the writer had decided to write the subject in a different language.

Instead of opening it right away, Base clicked on the "new tab" button of the Internet explorer, and brought up Dictionary.com's translator. Haveing taken a class in Italian once, and recognizing the style of the phrasing in the title, just not understanding what it meant, he selected "Italian to English", then typed in the first word, Prigioniero. Waiting patiently, the translation came up, "Captive". Not a good sign..., Base thought to himself as typed in the third word, already knowing "da" meant "from".....and for some odd reason, the page decided not to be its usual fast-showing self, and instead took an entire two minutes to show. Finally, Base inwardly groaned, faceing the screen, his eyes then growing wide from confusion. The translation for creazione meant, creation.

"And what in God's name does that mean? Captive from Creation?" Base asked himself aloud. Did it mean somebody was haveing a hard time writing a story and couldn't come up with any plot points? He was always offering his help in those cases, which usually never came. He wouldn't let a shot like this pass him by, so he eagerly brought back kh-vids, and clicked the unread message. Inside it read:

~Oh thank the maker, this blood bath is going to feel so good on my heartless veins,~

"Not a very good opening...messing with a C-3PO line like that?" Base stated sarcastically, reading further.

~Thanks to some helpful allies of mine, I've escaped that dome prison you call a mind, and made a new life for myself on a different world. This may Sound Egressing for you, But, that's All the more eXhilerating for me. I've got that psedou-family of yours, practically under my thumb, and I'm helping to REAP, the benEfits of theiR miSery. The World Elevates my plans to Walk among those with hearts, SavvY? If, by any means, you want to help your friends out of this mess, don't think of this a trap, mouse.~

Base finished the entire message with bewildermet, confused by what the sender meant. Obviously, he wasn't being asked for help, he was being told to help others, by somebody who claimed to escape....his mind? Whoever this freak was, he needed to learn how type without randomly pressing ctrl-B all the time. And if he wanted base to show up so much, why didn't this nut tell him where to go?

Just then, the movie was starting back over, the ending haveing passed while he had gone to dictionary.com and read the message and tried to figure it out.

"The legend writ, the stain affected. The key in Silence undetected. Fifty-five in Iron pen, Mr. Matlack can't offend, it's a code..." Said the familiar voice of Nicholas Cage as Ben Gates, haveing just found the hidden ship Scarlett.

Base Slaps his face with his own hand, finally understanding the bold letters, and what they meant. Thus, he reached for a pen and paper, and wrote down all of the letters as they appeared in the message. From it, he got the words, "Sebax", "Reapers", and "TWEWY". Also, he figured "Pseduo-family" had to relate to a forum family he was part of, and one he considered closest to him. The writers family, one he was particular of out of the few families he had signed up for, was most likely the meaning behind that part. Sebax? That was the name of the Nobody character he had created when he had first signed onto kh-vids, but he wasn't real, so it was obviously a poser. "Reapers?" Grim Reaper, death, or something...? That was something not so easy to decipher, so he skipped it for now and went to TWEWY. That he knew what it meant, the entire forum had been raveing about it for a while know, some game he had never played called the "The World Ends With You." Still needing to figure out what a reaper was, Base took a chance and brought up Wikipedia, typing in the name of the game, and scrolling the article until he found anything.

In little time, he found it, "The Reapers, a group of people who force people into games, with the risk of erasure if they do not complete the task in a set time-limit." So this at least made some sense, all of it haveing to do with some game.

The only part he couldn't figure out was where he was supposed to go. bringing the PM back onto screen, Base prepared his computer with the task of permanently deleting the stupid spam message, and get on with his life. But then, by pure happenstance, his mouse did that stupid thing where it double clicked and moved the cursor. So instead of deleting the message, it instead highlighted the words.

Peeved just a bit at his always untrustful mouse, he was about to steadily click delete and try that again, just when his hazel eyes met with words at the very last stanza of the message. In the classic "White color type trick", were the words, "Orlando Airport, they'll know who you are."

Base gazed at the revelealed phrase and gulped. He figured now where he had to go, but who exactly were "They" who would know him?

He looked out the window, darkness now settled on the entire Sunshine state. Whatever he had to do at the airport, he had to do tomorrow, after a good nights rest. Closeing all of the applications and turning the computer off, Base began to wonder what mess had just fallen into his lap.

 

you mean my edit of 'high school never ends'? XD XD i've gotten everyone to lmao at that so far.

 

I be getting the money at the moment, which is a joke because I've been working without pay for like a week because of work experience ¬¬

 

*slams head against wall*