• 9Jul 08

  Been a long time. Also, most boring day ever...

  Jesus christ its been a while since I've made a blog post, not that many of you care as many of you I know in reality where I can discuss my hostile intentions to you directly instead of whining about it on an internet blog post no one ever reads...

  Despite this I threw caution to the wind and made a blog post anyway for those precious few of you I don't know who do care about 15 year old boys (you know who and what you are), where I am, you're not missing anything.

  I'm at school and we're doing the most pointless thing ever: Fiesta Day!

  It's supposed to teach us about Hispanic Culture, all we're doing is copying parts of Spanish paintings in my case and making food that could easily be bought from your local Tesco Supermarket.

  Really though, it's boring as s**t, thus I'm having nothing to do with it, and showing my feelings for this travesty by doing nothing but loaf about and listen to FOB until the day ends and I can get home and do something more important to my sanity than this... Like watch Ollie do the Tango... THAT would be hilarous.

  Speaking of Ollie, he has something to say for you guys:

  "Wait... What?!" there you have it.

  G'Day

  A-J Tucker, aka A S.T.A.L.K.E.R. or on Steam zipscool - [!Maximum Speed!]

  • Posted Jul 9, 2008 5:23 am GMT
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• 30Apr 08

  Eat that SSBB fanboys.

  Ain't so tough now are ya?

  http://www.escapistmagazine.com/articles/view/editorials/zeropunctuation/4845-Zero-Punctuation-Super-Smash-Bros-Brawl

  • Posted Apr 30, 2008 9:41 am GMT
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• 19Mar 08

  Lol plagarism!

  That's right kiddies I'm 'borrowing' the idea of posting stories in my blog!

  A zombie story I'm still working on.

  Wrecked

  Ryan awoke with a splitting headache and no memory of what had happened in the past month of his life.
  He lay on the sand and -
  Wait... Sand?
  Ryan sat bolt upright and took his surroundings in at a glance.
  He was sitting on a beach, a beautiful tropical island beach bordered by golden sand and seabirds whining in the air, in his shorts and his blue and white Hawaiian shirt.
  Ryan rubbed his eyes and sat with his hands digging into the sand.
  I'm not dreaming? Ryan wondered to himself.
  Ryan yawned and got up, inspecting the surrounding area some more, then he saw something that looked... Out of place with his immediate environment.
  It took him ten seconds to realise it was the barge he and hundreds of other people had been cruising on before...
  Before what?
  Ryan shook his head, he wasn't thinking properly. Besides, he thought, there might be others on board.
  Ryan had only walked ten paces before his headache returned and hurt so much it brought him to his knees.
  The young man gasped in pain and curled up into a foetal ball, clutching his head and willing the pain to go away.
  Ryan got up slowly and made his way more cautiously towards the luxury cruiser.
  
  Climbing wasn't one of Ryan's strong points but it wasn't particularly hard to scale the railing of the capsized cruiser, it lay in its side like some sort of beached animal already singing its way high up into the skies.
  Ryan walked onto the deck and made his way up into the boat.
  To say it was dark inside would be inaccurate, Ryan had only the light streaming in from the outside world to light the way in, Ryan turned and resolved to find something to light the way.
  Despite Ryan's best hopes he didn't find a flashlight lying about, so he took his cigarette lighter from his pocket, took two long twigs from a splintered tree and wrapped some scattered clothes around them, lighting them with his lighter, Ryan walked in.
  The makeshift torch didn't do much of a job but it at least gave him a good idea of all his surroundings instead of just a particular point.
  Ryan moved into a cabin occupied by a crewman before the ship capsized, he still couldn't remember why it had happened. Storm maybe? A Typhoon? Ryan didn't think he'd find out any time soon.
  The crewman's cabin was a mess, clothes and personal items were strewn everywhere, most likely by the force of the crash, there was something on the floor, some kind of liquid, Ryan touched it and realised it was fairly dry, and also that the trail led into the man's bathroom.
  Ryan braced himself for an unpleasant sight and moved towards the bathroom, he could hear flies buzzing inside.
  He looked inside and nearly choked as his supper rushed up from his stomach and threatened to exit the very way it had come in.
  
  Ryan attempted not to look at the man's mutilated face... Or his opened ribcage... Or-
  Goddamnit Ryan stop with that sh*t!
  Ryan looked around the bathroom; a flashlight smeared with already dried blood lay on the floor, Ryan checked its switch, nothing. Ryan packed it into his pocket anyway; he might be able to find some batteries for it while he searched the cruiser.
  Ryan turned to leave and caught a glimpse of something: a gun... On a boat? Why would a crewman need a gun? Ryan nearly slapped himself. Must be a personal thing, Ryan deduced.
  Ryan wasn't big with guns and resolved not to touch the weapon, he had no reason to and would probably not find one here either.
  
  Ryan continued into the ship's bowels and into the ball room, his torch barely lit a quarter of the place and Ryan marvelled that ships today could contain such places without compromising transport capacity.
  Ryan's marvel was short-lived though when he got to the centre of the room.
  Blood, bodies... Parts of bodies were strewn everywhere.
  It was horrifying and (gruesomely) fascinating. Ryan's head was filled with questions he'd like answers to but only two raced through his possibly fractured head at that point in time.
  Who the hell did this? And why?
  Ryan avoided the largest collections of bodies and their mutilated forms and made his way into the cafeteria.
  The place had been barricaded like a miniature fortress, well, as best as whoever had been here could manage with chairs and pieces of kitchenware.
  Ryan found little there, no food or anything; though there was the freezer it was blocked by the ceiling which had collapsed, blocking Ryan from whatever was inside.
  Again Ryan found bodies, people who had been severely mutilated and others who looked like a dog had been at their organs.
  Each scene of murder was excessively brutal and Ryan felt a familiar feeling in his stomach, he turned away quickly and vomited without warning.
  After Ryan had regained control of his systems he looked around again, groggily he made his way to a staircase and almost collapsed on it but held onto a safety rail until he felt able enough to walk.
  
  Ryan waited for two full minutes and his first torch (which had fallen to the bottom of the stairwell) had gone out. Ryan cursed and lit his other torch; I'd better find some batteries for the flashlight soon, Ryan half thought, half muttered to himself bitterly.
  He made his way downstairs and found himself in the passenger quarters; he walked left and became aware that he only had a sock on his right foot and nothing else.
  Ryan made a mental note (to himself seeing as there was no one else around) to find some shoes or something to put on his feet: they were beginning to ache.
  Ryan checked each cabin, finding little more than a few bodies and clothes scattered across the place.
  On a more positive note he managed to find a sandal for his right foot, but not the left one, one of the straps was broken but it was better than nothing. He also found three batteries that would fit into the flashlight, Ryan resolved to use them only once the clothe torch had gone out.
  A noise outside made Ryan turn suddenly and peek outside.
  Ryan cleared his throat softly and made an inarticulate noise before drawing back surprised.
  He cleared his throat again and said more clearly: "hello?"
  Only the darkness answered Ryan, and its voice was a mere whisper.
  Hey... Ryan thought to himself, that's pretty good, I should remember that, maybe I'll tell a pal about the line and he can put it in a movie or something like that.
  Ryan made his way to where he thought the sound had come from and walked over to a doorway which had been set ajar by the crash.
  Ryan opened the door and a gust of wind blew his torch out.
  Ryan cursed and fumbled with his flashlight, slotting a battery in and dropping another, Ryan cursed more loudly and fed the other battery into the flashlight.
  He flicked a switch and the device came to life, making a bright beam that looked to Ryan a bit like a combination of white and yellow.
  Ryan stooped over and took the battery he'd dropped off the floor, then resumed his journey into the bowels of the ship.
  A thought occurred to Ryan: What if he couldn't get off the island? What if he was the only one left?
  Ryan shook the questions off and was about to move on when a sudden roar filled the air, it sounded hollow, as if it had been bouncing off the steel walls of the ships insides for a while but it still made Ryan shiver. Ryan was about to turn back but another noise made him turn with the flashlight lighting the way ahead of him.
  
  Ryan found himself standing in front of a monster... A man in his mid twenties, his shirt torn and bloody, was crouched over but rising from a body that looked recently dead, blood dripped from the creature's mouth and it's stare pierced Ryan to his soul. It was a look Ryan would never forget, for all his life.
  Ryan let out a short gasp of denial, fear and revulsion.
  He didn't have time to remember that his old friend was dead or what had actually happened here before the thing screeched and charged at him, claws still dripping with blood and bared ready to slice Ryan's torso open at the first oppertunity...

  • Posted Mar 19, 2008 4:30 am GMT
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