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Well, it was pretty standard stuff. Mystic d00d was decoding the magical book (the one I mentioned in passing), and after I had seen "Super Battling Mystic Warriors" I suddenly got the idea that the "unnamed" creature that the nested spell is supposed to locate may actually be named by teh spell, only, just like Daemonion Saed, his name was hidden by an anagram of mystic sounds. I didn't want Mr. Harris to hear that I had such a stupid idea, but I kind of just blurted it out. Now Mr. Harris thinks I'm actually somewhat aware of the world around me. Yay! I don't feel useless anymore. But I do feel weird. You see, I've never kissed a girl. Well, until today. But she said she was feeling funny. She was wound up, and feeling a little out of sorts. I was naturally suspicious of her, cuz she's a zombie and all, but I didn't want to raise any alarm, but then she put some kind of zombie mind hex on me, and I was completely stunned by the mental whammy she put on me. Oh, and her boobies are very big. And, uh, she just kind of grabbed me, and pressed her face on mine. Well, her lips, actually. And I kind of liked it. There was this part of my brain that was screaming at me, saying "This is a PDH-Z(Alpha)! Sanction Blue! Sanction Blue!" But this other part of my brain just kind of switched it off. And I felt a crash coming on. I really needed a double-espresso chocolate shake at about that time. I'm pretty worried, now. Because, it's hard to look at her and see a zombie. Yeah, deep down, I know she's a slithering horror from beyond the grave created by magic of the foulest sort, but she's also kind of soft and squishy and...well, I wonder what she'd look like in fishnets? Oh, mustn't let my mind wander. On an aside, we got a call from Dwayne who told us that there was a nest of ticks hiding out in the old trainyard. So we hightailed it out of there. I tried hard not to pay attention when he turned into a monster and attacked the inside of the train, and instead tried to focus. I remembered that Mr. Harris wasn't freaked out, so I tried not to be. I did managed to de-beheadify my first vamp tonight. I'm going to send it to SmashAtom down in Texas and see if he can get the vibrational frequency of the vamps. I might be able to come up with a disruptor for them that will make a kind of anti-vampire noise that they won't be able to go near. On a happier note, I've managed to get an EEG of my brain, and the T-100's nested processors are reproducing the electrical reaction perfectly. Right now, it can manage a couple of words, but until I'm certain that it's safe, I'm going to leave most of its motor functions disconnected. I've been doing some reading, and what the T-100 really needs is a soul trap, if it's to ever be alive, it's going to need a way of storing a soul. I'm going to ask Ramone if there is such a thing. I'm sure he'll be happy to help out. Post a comment in response: |
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