Sci-Fi Continued...

The second part of my science fiction storyish thing has been completed, enjoy:

1261:11:08:16:15

Yum. I love pastrami. I especially love pastrami because my dad also loves pastrami, so the more I eat the less he gets. Depriving very aggravating blood relatives of deli meat is one of the few joys in life. That and watching my Amber chase my mom around the house on sugar-high.

“Katrina!” My mom screeched, barely evading a crash course with the stove as she ran past, huffing and puffing as she steadily ran out of breath. “You *pant* need *pant* to start *pant* your school course!” She shouted breathlessly at me as she stumbled down the hallway toward her room, Amber right behind her. As she slammed the bedroom door shut, Amber crashed into it, screaming.

“Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!...” And then she collapsed on the floor. “Uhh, I don’t feel so good…” She mumbled, then started snoring.

Sighing, I stepped over her small, sleeping form into my room.  “Mom!” I shouted in the direction of her room. “Amber collapsed! You can come out now!”

As mom dragged Amber into her room I shut my door. Schoolwork. Great. While it was nice that people didn’t have to leave their homes anymore to go to school, I still didn’t enjoy it.

At the moment I was learning about the 20’s. The summary of everything I have learned so far about the 1220’s is that it was unspeakably boring back then. And that my parents were born then. Which doesn’t help the boredom factor.

Most of the boredom comes from the fact that they didn’t even have Yokes back then. RamaTech invented the Yoke in the 40’s, and even then it was a more boring version of the stuff we have now.

I flipped my air screen to the school program then crawled into bed. Why bore myself learning about things that happened forever ago when I could catch up on all the sleep I lost last night?

As I closed my eyes I felt sleep take me…

PING!

“OW!” I cry as I bang my head on my headboard. I check my head screen- sure enough, five hours of school have been completed. Geez, I must have been tired. It was like my head hit the pillow and BAM, schools over.

I rubbed my head. Ow. I have got to get padding for my headboard. This has happened way to often for comfort.

I close the school site and open my inbox. No chat messages. Apparently archimedes4ever has no more confusing messages for me. I trash the spam and after careful consideration I trash the sale notices too. I leave A’s message alone. But there’s still something left… weird, I’m sure that wasn’t there a few seconds ago. It’s just a link. I click on it…

It’s a link to a history site. Ugh. Whose idea of a practical joke is this? And I was all excited and everything too. As I scroll up the screen to get back to my inbox, I pause at the title. “Wikipedia- RamaTech, 1240, last edited by… archimedes4ever!

It goes without saying that after that point I read the thing. It was pretty boring until I got to the third paragraph- when the Yoke was being developed. It included everything you normally heard. The incredibly brilliant scientists employed at RamTech discovered, after seven long years, how to combine the optical part of a human’s brain with technology, creating a Yukahana Omniscient Knowledge Engine or a Yoke.

But this one had something else too: Most people think Yokes are to give them knowledge. But they’re wrong. The Yoke is to give them knowledge- your knowledge. Beware.

As soon as I read this part, I heard this angry growling noise. At first it just came from my screen, but then it started in my head too. Specifically the right side of my head, where I happen to know my Yoke implant is.

“AHHHRG!” I screeched, grabbing my head in pain. “STOP IT!” Ignoring my command, the noise- and the pain- increased.

Suddenly, my screen took on a life of its own, selecting the “Report” button. “What?” I gasped unbelievingly. “No, I didn’t do that! What are you-“

My screen powered down. “What?” I repeated, very, very confused. I’ve never heard of this happening before. People’s screens don’t just shut themselves down. Or take control of the program themselves.

“Your Yoke is shutting down.” A mechanical voice sounded. “Do not be alarmed. A RamaTech team will be coming to collect your Yoke momentarily.“

What? Yokes don’t shut down! RamaTech insures they will never, ever, ever shut down. They’re wired to your brain! They don’t even shut down when you sleep! If your Yoke shuts down, your brain shuts down. And if your brain shuts down… you die. Oh no. No…

Whoa, weird. Everything was all hazy...

“Your Yoke has shut down.” The mechanical voice informed me. And then everything went black.

1261:11:09:02:13

This message was sent, but, funnily enough, Katrina never received it.

archimedes4ever: So sorry. Didn’t know they would do that to you. So sorry...

Science Fiction

         I am posting a preview first two chapters of a book-like thing I'm writing. And yes, it's supposed t be science fiction. I have no idea what to title it, so if you have any ideas, tell me. Here it is:

Monday Morning

BEEP! BEEP!  Ugh. I hate that stupid alarm. So annoying. I should get something other than that stupid, old fashioned beeping. Hmm. Wait a second…

Oh, no. “What???!!!” I exclaimed. No way had it been that long! I had barely gone to bed an hour ago! I checked my Air-screen… 9:30 AM. Great.

All night. I’d been online all night. In a couple minutes, my parents are going to get out of bed and check my Minders. When they find out I didn’t sleep at all, they’ll check my time and I will be dead. Or at least grounded within an inch of my life.

“Um, Katrina, honey?” A voice called from my doorway. Here we go…

“Yes, mom?” I answered innocently. Or what I hoped sounded innocent.

“Don’t bother pretending you don’t know what you’ve done. We know.” That would be my dad, destroying any hope I have left. “What exactly were you doing online last night?”

In reality I had been chatting with some of my friends, smileyface101 and krazykoala3. But of course my parents didn’t need to know that.

Before I said anything, I erased my conversation from the chat room and pulled up an old algebra program. “I was studying. You know the trouble I having with Math.” I made my Air-screen visible, displaying the very, very boring visual of “Math Online”. It would have been pretty obvious to me, but hopefully my parents wouldn’t notice that the program was completely outdated.

“Oh, good for you honey!” Mom grinned, excited by my sudden, unprecedented interest in schoolwork. Whew, that was easy. Of course, she had never been very hard to convince.

“Are you sure that’s what you’ve been doing all night?” Dad pressed, still unconvinced. Figures.

“Yes…” I stared him down. “Why, what do you think I was doing?” He looked away.

“Well, um, I don’t know.” He mumbled, uneasy. “Chatting, I guess, or… something.” He glanced at me suspiciously. My own father doesn’t trust me. I would be insulted if he wasn’t completely right in not trusting me.

“If you don’t want to trust me, trust my screen.” I retort, going back to the main page. According to my screen, my last chat was seventeen hours ago. Well, my last recorded chat. But lets not nit-pick.

“See Ralph?” My mom turned toward my ever-trusting father as she left the room. “She hasn’t had any chats. She’s been studying, bless her heart.”

Okay, lying to my dad’s face may not bother me, but lying to my mom makes me feel guilty. My dads always so grumpy and she’s just so… well, happy. Sometimes I wonder how they ended up married.

“Humph.” My dad grumped. “Fine. But you still shouldn’t be online at night. You should be sleeping. I’m blocking your connection from 11:00 to 9:00.”

“Wait, what? No! You can’t!” I cry, unbelieving. How dare he? He has no right! Sure, he’s my parent and everything, but I would rather he cut off my airflow than my connection.

“Actually, I can. It’s called ‘parental control’. You’re going to have to deal with it until you turn eighteen.”

“Tyrant.” I mumble under my breath, just loud enough so that he can barely hear me. I face my screen, not even giving him a glance.

“Glad you agree.” He turned toward the door, feeling the conversation was over. Then he stopped. “When you’re done pitying yourself, you can join the rest of us for breakfast like a good little girl.”

I could feel my anger rising. That is it. “I’m NOT a little girl! I happen to be fifteen years old, which you would know if you ever paid any attention to your children!” I scream at him. “Now, GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”

He stared at me for a second before retreating down the hallway. That’s right, run for your life, old man. Of course, now there’s no way I can just stroll down to the dining room and grab some breakfast. My stomach rumbled. Great. Now I’m gonna have to break into my candy stash.

I pulled out a box from under my bed. The lid had “EMERGENCYS ONLY” emblazoned in red marker. Inside- all the sugar I could get my hands on. I grabbed a giant sized Pixie-Stix.

Shaking the contents into my mouth, I flipped back to the chat room. I found my friends and started typing.

Kat15: Hi. Dad cut my night connection. :(

I devoured the rest of my Pixie-Stix while I waited for a response.

smileyface101: OMG. So tragic.

krazykoala3: Yeah, very tragic. Can you hack it?

Hack it? Maybe. I hadn’t thought of that. Too busy screaming.

Kat15: Not yet, but I’m totally on it.

I waited for the next message.

smileyface101: Signing off. Need breakfast munchies!

krazykoala3: Me too. Good luck Kat!

Darn it. Is everyone else in the entire world eating breakfast right now? I  scanned the chat room. Empty. Maybe the next one? Nope. Empty, empty, empty, empty, empty, occupied, empty… wait a second. Occupied? Eagerly I signed in. archimedes4ever? Who the heck was Archimedes? Way freaky, but I so needed someone to talk to right now. Plus, they sounded smart, and I really do need help with math. No way I would study for it, obviously, but help would still be nice.

Kat5: Hey. What’s up?

Nothing. Okay, so they haven’t noticed they’ve gotten a message.

Ten minutes later. Maybe they forgot to sign off? It was possible, I guess. Or they were just trying to annoy me. Disgusted, I shut down my screen. Now what was I gonna do? Hmm. I turned the screen back on. I almost forgot, I need to fix my curfew problem. This shouldn’t take too long. I am, after all, a extremely impressive hacker. Not that I put that on my profile or anything. But when someone wanted something done, they would call on Kat15 to solve their tech problems.

 I cracked my fingers and got to work.

Monday, 1:45

“Dad’s gone, you know.”

I almost fell out of my bed. “What the?... Oh. it’s you.” You was my little sister, Amber. How she had gotten in here with out me noticing is beyond me. The little twerp was impossible like that.

“No, I didn’t know dad was gone. I didn’t hear him leave. I didn’t hear you enter either.” I stare at her, very suspicious-like.

“I can’t help it,” she shrugged. “I guess I’m just a total Ninja Master like that.” She struck a rather ridiculous pose that I supposed was supposed to look like a Kung Fu move or something.

“Hmmm. Right. The six year old in a Ninja Master. Of course.” I roll my eyes. “So in that case, it’s safe to come out for breakfast?” I ask hopefully.

“More like lunch.” She corrected. “What have you been living on for four hours?” Her eyes found the pile of empty giant Pixie-Stix containers and she gasped. “No way.” She looked up at me with a look of such total adorableness I couldn’t stop myself. “Okay, fine! You can have one! Enough with the Bambi eyes!” I surrendered, tossing her the promised stick of candy goodness.

“If you tell mom I had one of these…” She trailed off as she bit open the container and then poured the candy down her throat. Ugh. Note to self: Never, ever, eat a Pixie-Six in public. It looks disgusting.

“I’m dead, I know.” I look away from the horrible spectacle. “But you know what sugar does to you. She’ll probably figure it out on her own.”

“Whatever!” Amber squeaked. Already she was shaking with sugar-enticed energy.

“Get out of here before you destroy my room.” I commanded. “And get rid of the evidence!” I shout after as she ran down the hallway, giggling in a way I can only describe as psychotically.

I hear mom exclaim in horror from the living room. “AAAHHHH! Amber! What happened to you? Are you okay?”

I slam my door shut before I can hear my sister’s response. I’m sensing maybe I should wait on going out there to eat. Hopefully my mom wouldn’t investigate where my little sister had happened to come across a Giant Pixie-Stix, and just focus on the fact that she had one for some reason.

This was, however, a good chance to quick check my messages. I flipped over to my inbox on my Air-screen. It was mostly empty, except for a couple of spam messages and some notices for online sales. There was just one chat message, from a certain archimedes4ever…

archimedes4ever: Are you Yoked?

Well, that was certainly a weird question. Didn’t the fact that we’re on a RamaTech approved chat site answer that question?

Kat15: Duh. Isn’t everyone?

Again, no immediate answer.  Okay, that was odd. My stomach rumbled. Oddness made me hungry. I’m gonna continue this thought in the fridge. I never consider weird messages from complete strangers with weird, geeky sounding screen names on an empty stomach. It gives me indigestion.

       

Happy Practically Non-Existent Day!

      Yes, it is true, today is the almost-imaginary day of February 29! Happy birthday, all you people who have had no birthdays for four years in a row. It may seem really mathematical and confusing now, but when your eight and just hitting twenty, you will be grateful. It would make me jealous, but I doubt I will make it to eighty anyway. Probably fall off the roof of an airplane.

Hmmm, I'm getting a little off track here.

Anyway, happy leap year! (did you see the Google? Its super cute.) To celebrate the utter oddity of today, I am posting a incredibly odd piece of writing. Its odd because I was the one who wrote it (thank you, thank you, save your applause till the end, please). Anyway, here it is:

Temenesia’s Tale

Part the First

Once upon a time, in the city of Periculum, the crown jewel of the kingdom of Sanna, there lived a girl named Temenesia. Temenesia lived at the edge of Periculum with her father Rapidus and her older brother Tallus. Well, sometimes she lived with Tallus. He went to the Academy for seven colder months of the year.  Good riddance, her father always huffed. Rapidus and Tallus often disagreed on..... certain subjects. Certain subjects meaning everything. If Rapidus said the sky was blue, Tallus would say it’s “water colored”. If Tallus said Rapidus’ career was stupid, Rapidus would “Smack that insolent child around the kingdom until he comes to his senses!”

But while Rapidus certainly never missed Tallus, Temenesia did. She loved her father, but Rapidus didn’t really understand eleven year old girls. Or girls at all. If she hadn’t met her mother, Temenesia would never have believed Rapidus had ever been married (although she knew too well how that had worked out). He always acted like she was too delicate to walk down the road without fainting. From fall to spring, Temenesia had to stay by her fathers side, away from all other human beings. Even when she turned eleven, the age where people should have go for their first ever year at the Academy, her father still wouldn’t let her leave him. But in the summer, when Tallus was around, her father always spent more time cursing under his breath and kicking things than he did watching her.
Plus, she liked Tallus. And he liked her. He was getting older- he didn’t need a parent to take care of him. He could have run away, found some other place to haunt when school wasn’t in session. He really, really, hated Rapidus, and would have gladly left, even though he wasn’t eighteen if not for Temenesia. If not for his younger sister, he probably wouldn’t bother to come back to east of Eccelsia at all.

Every single one of Temenesia’s good memories from the past five years were from summers spent with Tallus: splashing around in the pond, running up and down grassy hills, watching Lindworms race each other, and playing (rather extensive) pranks on their father. Especially playing pranks on their father.

And today Tallus was finally coming home. Yesterday had been the last day of spring, so the Academy had let out for the summer. The trip from the Academy to Periculum was only a day long, so her brother would be arriving soon. Temenesia was hurrying to get her long list of chores done so she wouldn’t have to do any work when her brother got home. At the moment she was weeding the garden. When she was done, she had to feed the chickens. When she was done with that, she had to make fifteen strength potions, seven healing potions, ten prince to frog potions (easy), ten frog to prince potions (much harder), sixteen luck potions, and one love potion.

Temenesia didn’t normally make potions (her specialty was, after all, charms). But her father was excruciatingly busy preparing some spells for the huge Midsummer's Eve gathering next month and didn’t have time to deal with his customers. And because of the gathering, every half bit magic man out there was scrambling for something powerful to show off to their other pathetic friends, or to try to prove themselves to the Council. Unfortunately, there were a lot of half-bit magic men. Which meant a lot of extra work for Temenesia. Luckily she had inherited her dads knack and love for magic - something her brother hadn’t. In fact, magic was the one, solitary subject Temenesia and Tallus ever disagreed on.

Tallus’ malice for his father unfortunately also spread to his father’s occupation. Tallus despised magic in every way shape or form- except his little sister, of course. But that didn’’t mean they never argued about it- they did. Constantly. They had ever since the first time Temenesia started practicing magic, six years ago...

When Temenesia was five, she had found a small Lindworm scale at the top of one of the seemingly endless grassy green hills that surrounded her home. It was so pretty, its smooth blue surface catching the sunlight. She felt she just had to make something out of it. She went home to gather materials. She was tying it to a long string of soft leather along with a few Lux Bird feathers when she felt an odd buzzing feeling spread through her body (which, she learned later, was her magic sparking for the first time). When she showed father the necklace, he was very pleased. He explained the buzz, and told her that her new necklace was actually a protection charm, and a particularly powerful protection charm at that.

“Protection charms are very advanced magic,” he informed her. “Most Shaman students can’t make them till their third year of training.” He smiled. “Even I didn’t accomplish protection charms until my second year.” He knelt beside her, and carefully placed the charm around her neck. “Wear this always.” Rapidus murmured quietly. “Not only will it protect you, but it is considered rather good luck to keep your first charm with you.” He rose slowly. “The path of a Shaman is a mighty one, Temenesia. If your brother will not realize that, I hope you will.” And with that he left her to go back his studies.

Temenesia touched her charm. It still hung around her neck- she had never taken it off, not even at night. It was her greatest connection to her father, and she would not remove it, not even at her brother’s constant insistance.

Unfortunately, Tallus was not one to take “no” for an answer. Whenever he got the chance, he would beg her to take it off. Whenever Tallus saw the charm, he would scowl and stare at her accusingly. Looks, Temenesia could deal with. But if it was after a fight with Rapidus, he would scowl, look away, then think better and grab for the charm.  Temenesia would duck out of the way. “Tallus! Stop!” she’d shout, annoyed.  “I’m keeping it on!”

“It’s wrong, Temenesia.” Tallus pressed. “It stands for him. His oppression, his treachery, and worst of all his magic.”

“Magic isn’t wrong Tallus. It’s just... a job. Like that archeology you’re so interested in. That’s like being against farmers or something.”

“Farming doesn’t kill.”

“You can kill just as easily with a plow as you can with a spell! It depends on who’s using it! It depends on what you mean. I mean to help people. Not hurt them!”

“Can you say the same for him?”

The conversation always ended there. Temenesia never had an answer, and Tallus always felt his point was made. Eventually they would rejoin, a silent agreement to never speak of their argument. But it always happened again.

And again.  

And again.

At the moment, Temenesia was working on an luck potion while humming to an old folk song she had heard at the last Periculum Gathering. Four months ago and still stuck in her head. Not that she had heard any music since then....

Sigh. When would Tallus be home? He should have been home, at the latest, three hours ago. And it wasn’t like Tallus to be late. Tallus had a lot of annoying habits, but he was never late. Unlike Rapidus.  

She stuck the cork in the last potion and dropped it in the “out” box. She would take those into town tomorrow, but at the moment, she needed fresh air. The musty atmosphere of her father’s old workshop was beginning to get to her.
As she pulled open the door, a breeze swept into the dark interior of the building. Carried on the wind came a sound... voices. The workshop was built to be completely soundproof, as some of her fathers spells required complete silence. She could never hear anything from the inside, which was particularly annoying when someone was calling her. Frowning, she listened closer: she recognized those voices. One was her fathers. That was easy, as she spent way more time with Rapidus than she would ever choose to. But after straining, she recognized the other too. Even after seven long, long, long, months she knew it well- Tallus!
She ran away from the workshop, toward her brothers voice, laughing gleefully at the prospect of seeing her brother again. As she got closer, he could see their silhouettes on a hill on the distance, their figures positively radiating.... Anger??? What? They couldn’t be arguing already! Temenesia shook her head with utter disbelief. But she had seen them quarrel enough times to recognize one of their fights. And this looked like a nasty one.
Stealth, Temenesia decided, would be necessary if she wanted to find out what all the ruckus was over. Sometimes seeing her made the fighters cease, but for the most part it just made them (if possible) even more angry. Thankfully, after eleven years of being the youngest child in a Shaman’s household, she had learned a thing or two about stealthiness.
Temenesia put her hand to her belt, memory guiding her to her worn pouch without even looking. Opening it she pulled out a Murim whisker, two Lunam Moth wings, and a piece of twine. Hands moving quickly, she tied them together. Muttering an old spell, she magicked the necklace into a new charm- a shadow charm. Not an invisibility charm by any means, you needed a lot more ingredients for one of those. But at 8:00 at night, a shadow charm was just as good.
Temenesia slipped it on, and crept up the hill as quietly as possible. She was a living shadow, just a black spot on the green hill. She walked up the hill, slowly, because while one may not notice a shadow slinking toward you, you would definitely notice it running at you. And as soon as she was in earshot...

“....four months ago! What kind of fool do you take me as? You think I don’t know what this means? You think I don’t know the law?”

Say What? That had been her father. But what law? What had happened four months ago? Oh yes- her brothers birthday! But what did that have to do with a law? Tallus had turned eighteen this year... oh no. According to the law “Any persons having turned eighteen years no longer has the right to ask shelter from their parents, so orders King Proditor III.”

And then Temenesia realized what Rapidus was saying.

She was going to lose her brother.

Part the Second

“FATHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Both Rapidus and Tallus turned around, surprise flitting across their faces as Temenesia removed her charm and suddenly appeared five feet away from them. “Temenesia,” Rapidus gaped, startled, but she gave him no chance to finish.
“What do you mean, Tallus is going? Tallus isn’t going anywhere!” Temenesia screamed. She had never ever dared to yell at her father before, but the horror of losing the only person in the world that actually cared about her overloaded every other thought in her mind- all that was left was white hot anger.
“Temenesia!” Her father shouted. Suddenly the anger was gone, leaving absolute terror in its place. She cowered under his rage; nobody spoke to Rapidus as she just had. And if they did, they generally found themselves transformed into snails. And that was when he was in a good mood. And right now he was not in a good mood.
“Er, I mean, why should Tallus leave? He’s your son! And my brother! And your sister’s nephew! And your mother’s grandson! And...” Temenesia might have gone on forever, if not for her fathers interruption.

“Silence!” Rapidus roared. Uh oh, Temenesia thought. I don’t want to be a snail...

“Why? There is no ‘why’! Your brother has undermined me from the start! Insulted my profession!  Disgraced our entire family by ignoring the path of a Shaman and taking up archeology! Its to much! I can’t take it! The boy must leave!”

“Wait a second,” Tallus interrupted, outraged. “Are you dissing archeology? Just because I keep slamming magic? Don’t fight fire with fire, old man!”

“OLD MAN?!  I’m NOT an old man!” I am sixty years old! That’s not even middle aged!” Rapidus cried, no longer angry but now upset. That’s right, Temenesia thought, hit him where it hurts, right in the ol’ ego.

“Yeah, If you happen to be a tortoise!” Temenesia giggled.

“Who are you calling a tortoise?! I should turn you into a snail for that!” Rapidus pulled out a whittled stick- his wand. Uh-oh.

“I’d like to see you try!” Bad idea Tallus....

“Oh yeah? Try THIS!” Temenesia hit the ground and covered her head.

BAM!

“Ha! You missed by a mile! You must have lost your aim along with your youth!” Tallus laughed. Um, Tallus, Temenesia thought as a blast of purple energy soared over her head, you can probably stop now... please...

“AHHRG!” Rapidus roared, and geared up for another shot.

BAM!

“Geez, you couldn’t hit the side of a barn!” Tallus taunted.

“TALLUS! STOP IT ALREADY!” Temenesia screeched desperately.

BAM!

“ I SAID STOP IT!” She yelled with such anger they both turned around to stare at her incredulously, their mouths wide open.

“What are you doing?!!!!” Temenesia screamed shrilly at the opponents. “What are you, five years old?!” The two men hung their heads in shame. “You two are supposed to be adults! Why don’t you act like it for once in your sorry lives!!!”

“It doesn’t matter.” Rapidus grumped, recovered from his astonishment. “The boy is going, and that is that. He is no longer welcome in my house.”

“Hut.” Tallus gleefully inserted, rather unhelpfully.

“House! And if he comes anywhere near my property, I will turn him into a mouse and feed him to the cat! And that’s if I’m in a good mood!”

“Then... Then...” Temenesia stuttered. “Then I’m leaving with him!”

Tallus grinned and gave her a thumbs up while Rapidus sputtered.

“That’s what I thought young la-wait a second... WHAT?”

“You heard me!” Temenesia yelled, getting used to the idea. “Farewell, Hasta Lavista, Bon Voyage, and GOOD-BYE!” She cried victoriously. Tallus gave her a high-five.

“No...” Rapidus muttered. “I lost Peridita, but I’m not losing my daughter too. No... No.” Rapidus made odd gestures with his hands, as if... as if he was warming up for a spell...

“This cannot be happening to me...” Temenesia moaned.

“Procul recedant pueri puellae dormient somnum sempiternum!” Rapidus bellowed. His words echoed through the empty air, ringing against the darkening sky. For a second, nothing happened. For just one second, things might have been fine. But then, after one not-long-enough-second, the wind began to stir.

Within moments, the light breeze that had accompanied the long summers day had transformed into a full force hurricane. Temenesia screamed, but even she could not hear herself over the terrible gale. Lightning crackled and hail slashed. This was possibly the most potent spell Temenesia had ever witnessed. Too bad she didn’t have a chance to enjoy it.

The hurricane rampaged across the hill, making its way toward Tallus. ‘No!’ Temenesia thought, but there was nothing she could do. No magic of hers could ever stop anything as powerful as this. As she watched, Tallus was sucked into the swirling vortex.

Then something even more terrifying happened.
The hurricane turned toward Temenesia.

Vampires Curse

For the most part I don't play Poptropica anymore, but I was sorta drifting through my fave sites, and I saw something on Poptropica that was all Vampires Curse! and I was all "Okay, that deserves investigation." so I clicked on it. And there was this: THERES A WOLF IN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chico's Adventures

     Somewhere in the world, a tiny Pacific Parrotlet named Chico is having an adventure. And thankfully he's taking time to share it with the general public.

    Chico's blog is hilarious. You can read up on Chico at http://chicotheadventurer.blogspot.com/
I am also adding Chico to my link list!

Suburgatory

Have you been watching the new show on abc? If not, you should. This hilarious series totally represents suburban life. I think. I don't really live in the burbs myself. If you live there and watch this show and are, like, totally offended, you must tell me. Truly.
Even if its insulting, the show is hilarious. Again, you simply must see it. The main character would totally be me if I happened to live in the big city. And I can definitely believe i would be steaming mad if I was deported to the burbs.

Scandal? I think NOT.

       Unless you happened to be watching Animal Planet on Super Bowl Sunday, you wouldn't know about the Puppy Bowl. Its basically adorable puppies playing football and chasing each other around for, like, two hours straight. I know I'm a cat person, but this is basically Cuteness Perfected. Not that I'm able to watch it for the whole two hours. I'd go blind.
        Anyway, the whole scandal thing is some person who is under the impression that some Shepard mix named Aberdeen should have gotten the MVP (Most Valuable Puppy) award and Fumble the absolutely adorable something or other shouldn't have.
        I would like to apologize for this, because I voted for Fumble about 100 times I would also like to NOT apologize because Fumble was awesome. He totally deserved the win. Yes, Aberdeen made more touchdowns, but Fumble was the one who ruthlessly attacked all the other puppies whenever they tried to touch one of the toys. And he did it so fast you could barely see him. Awesome.
 This is the other persons view on this: http://seattle.sbnation.com/2012/2/5/2773933/puppy-bowl-2012-video-aberdeen-robbed-of-mvp

See how adorable he is? See???