Hey, Dementia had half the amount of post that Poetry Arty Stuff had before I wrote this one...

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You thought he was gone, didn't you?

No, you won't be able to get rid of me that easily... The real reason that I haven't written anything is that I couldn't THINK of anything to write on here. I could just write whatever comes into my mind, but no. And I still can't find my notebook, so I cannot continue my story as I hoped to. Which is annoying.
BUT, with the new learning/ educational year, many things are changing. Even blogs. They're shit and useless now. And what will replace them?

VLOGS!!! (See what they've done there? It's now a 'v' instead of a 'b', for video)

That's right, Dementia may have a vlog in the future! I have ideas that would be interesting to use, but for one of them I need something that I can use to strap a camera to my chest... and possibly someone with 999 on speed dial incase I nearly kill myself. But I won't worry about that, it wouldn't be fun without risk involved. Would it?
Hmm, only two hours of lessons tomorrow, after break and before lunch...and they're both chemistry...so it'll be fun :D Also, for those of you who didn't know, Godalming College is split into 1/2 hour periods, so our timetables look complicated. But they aren't really.
I keep getting messages on FB, it's a little annoying now. However, I do plan on keeping up to date with County. Probably.
Well, I am now running out of stuff to say. It is very possible that this will become one of the only places where people can hear from me. So far, there are two: here and Facebook.
Why am I on Facebook? I had an account on there before I even started going on daily...confusions...
Ok, now I have run out of stuff to say, but I guess you could expect a vlog at somepoint during a halfterm or holiday or something. I don't know what it'll be, though....
SO, I will probably write again when I feel like it. Which might be in awhile. See you randomly in Guildford sometime should we happen to be there at the sametime.
-L.Z.
Edit: I've just started using the new dashboard/writing thing, and it put everything into one giant paragraph...shitty blogspot...

It's just occured to me...

...I know, only just now I've realised. Everyone else must've realised aswell, so I won't go on about that.

I haven't written anything storywise on here for a long time, which means that I will start again soon. I just need sometime to get back into it and work out what's going on...

...and find the notes I wrote down when I started...

And given the fact that I'm not actually doing anything, I might just be able to add a new part every few days. Which means you'll have to start checking Dementia daily just incase any new parts have been released.

That's the news for today. Hmm, it doesn't seem like much, does it? I won't mention Amy Whinehouse as Kaytei has already spoken about her, so I'll just have to make something up...

A METEORITE HAS JUST HIT...ERMM...PLUTO!!!

That's right, a meteorite has just hit Pluto. Why is this so important? Because it just is.

-L.Z.

P.S. The title and intro are about the fact that another post begun in a similar way. Did you spot that? If so, well done.

So, it ended with 8 when it should've been 7

Yep, that's right. Two days ago, I watched the final Harry Potter film with my twin sister. My views on it? It was good, but not my favourite (I don't actually know which one is, so that is irrelevant). I don't really have much else to say on the matter, so I'll let you see it for yourselves and decide (if you haven't already seen it).

In other news, why do politicians act like children all the time? No wonder the country's going downhill. IMO, if MPs would just grow up and act responsibly, things might just get done. (If anyone who reads this has a family member who is an MP or politician or whatever, I'm not insulting them personally. I'm talking about the matter in general).

The above reason is why everyone should vote for The Richard Party. You all know that I won't behave like that in-session.

I'm going to go and do something else now. Bye bye.

-L.Z.

Upside down !, inverted ? and a whole lot of @

If you're clever enough to break my code (which is the title), you'll know precisely what I'm talking about. HOWEVER, it doesn't actually mean anything so just forget about that.

I recently watched 'James May's Toy Stories', the one with the AirFix, with my sister (yes, I have a sister) and then she said she felt like putting together a model of a greek soldier and paint it. In Guildford (aka G-Town), I could not find a greek soldier so I went for the next best thing: a Spitfire. Just finishing the painting now.

I also made a smaller model of a spitfire out of clay. It looks shit and broke twice, but it's my first time so it could've been worse.

I also connected my laptop to my HD television earlier (as I have done so many times before) and got to watch everything on my laptop in HD (I won't explain the technical bits here).

And now I have nothing left to say, except that I made some candles. But that was a few weeks ago.

-L.Z.

It's just occured to me: I haven't written anything interesting on here for awhille...

But do not fear, for as soon as something interesting happens, you'll be the first to know*. Anyway, I've had fun over the holidays, with my schedule consisting mainly of...doing nothing...
Now, that might sound boring, but it's alot worse than you think. But I'll explain later. Possibly. Wow, I never knew that I wrote for playboy magazine, or had a penis size to match my height (which is 6' 7") ---> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Osman
...I have my own wikipedia article...I must be so epic...

Right, I'd better get going now: I have nothing to do soon.

-L.Z.

*It is very unlikely that news will turn up here first: it is more likely to turn up here days after it has been released.

WOOOOO I'VE FINISHED ALL OF MY EXAMS!!!

Which means I am no longer a student and Guildford County School, so I don't-
No, that's too mean. Goodbye everyone, maybe I shall see you again sometime.

If you're reading this, then why aren't you revising?

If you're reading this AND you've finished your exams...well screw you for ruining my fun.

Just a quick note

I just want to say sorry to Jamie and Kaytei, as I couldn't stay to watch your performance which was really annoying because it sounded like it was going to be ver good indeed. I would say sorry to Lloyd, but I doubt that he reads this. From the performances I did see, I have to say that I enjoyed them all, but I liked Kate's Group the most (I'm not being bias or anything, I really did enjoy it the most).

See all you taters some other day. Edward, fuck off.

It seems we've had a complaint...

Yes someone *glares angrily at Kaytei* hated the last video to be posted, so I've decided to put something slightly more gentle up. Enjoy *sarcastically*

Yeah

You know how I get really bored? While, [please read title]



Wow, I know that will annoy Kaytei, Mark and whoever else reads this blog (or bloog, as I just typed before correction).

On to other issues in the Agenda that must be addressed:

1. Sort out our country (which can be done by voting Richard).
2. Scrap Controlled Assessments, because I hate them.
3. Do something that I don't know about yet.
*As you read the next 38,475 issues, you start to get bored, but still read them anyway*
38,476. Feed me. Really, I'm very hungry right now.
38,477. Let me go to sleep. I'm also very tired.

Ok, I think that's everything. Now I'm going to do something, which will probably be watching Ramsay's Kitchen Knightmare, 'cos he's funny.

CHICKEN CAESAR SALADS!!! HA HA HAH, GOT YOU AGAIN!!!

No, really, it's behind you...

I made a speech -> Yay! It wasn't exactly a speech you'd expect (well, from me you would expect something like that) but oh well. I only wrote it down four times; it's not like I-

My fellow Aluminums:

Today, is a day of change for our people. Today, is the day when a new era begins, and the ashes of the last is put in a pot on the mantel piece, next to the photo of William Shatner. Today, Lord Zaros takes his place among the seats of those who didn't want to sit on the lower level. Because Jeremy Clarkson was also sitting there.

Anyway, I shall now go and do something else. Farewell, my brave chicken caesar salads.

- keep repeating everywhere, right Marky?

*Hehehe,* thought Lord Zaros, *I've just been witty AND made this post longer!* without realising he'd actually typed it down.

Wow, this is getting very boring, which is weird considering that I still have more story parts to write. What will happen in the end? Only I know...so don't go making up endings!

Now there's nothing left to say except CHICKEN CAESAR SALADS!!! HAH HAH, TAKE THAT BITCHES!! (Please note that I am not calling anyone specific a bitch, I'm just pretending to be Arabian.)

-LoRd ZaRoS

Today

My fellow Aluminums:

Today, is a day of change for our people. Today, is the day when a new era begins, and the ashes of the last is put in a pot on the mantel piece, next to the photo of William Shatner. Today, Lord Zaros takes his place among the seats of those who didn't want to sit on the lower level. Because Jeremy Clarkson was also sitting there.

Anyway, I shall now go and do something else. Farewell, my brave chicken caesar salads.

-L.Z.

And So...

...as the potato rasher got home, he took off his briefcase and slowly lowered himself into a bath of baked beans and chicken shit. However, as the shit was rubbing the layers of mud off of his legs, he suddenly released he was dreaming.

What a bad dream, the potato rasher-

Hang on, why is the main character a potato rasher?
We needed SOMETHING. What d'you suggest?!
I don't know, but ANYTHING is better than a potato rasher. God, I'm going to have to
write this story myself...

What a bad dream, the Arse-Scratcher thought. Rather like the one where Terry Pratchet got off with Gok Wan. That was a nightmare.

Then the Arse-Scratcher woke up (because he had one of those weird dreams that makes you feel like shoving your head up your nostril cavity) again, and realised that he WAS in a bath of baked beans and chicken shit, and Terry Pratchet and Gok Wan WERE getting off on the shower head.

Fuck my life, said the Arse-Scratcher. I'm going off to France to commit suicide. I don't have a will to live there.

And so the Arse-Scratcher went to France and jumped off the Eiffel Tower. Unfortunately, he survived and became a cucumber rack at the local toilets.

The New World Part 5 - Infiltration

Two hours before the BBC Broadcast

Yarofev was face to face with Eden Headquarters, current base of Black Row. The front doors where locked, but Yarofev knew the codes. He himself drew the plans for the building, back when he became leader of Black Row and made it as a gift for Yematin. He punched in the code, and the doors slid apart. Same code, different timeline.

Then Yarofev knew what was coming up next.

Back when the building was made, a security system had been set up to scan all visitors for a special tag that was injected into them when they signed on with Black Row. Yarofev had the tag, but that was more than a century ago, and they weren't built to last that long. His suspicions were proven when alarms went off after a few steps. Yarofev began to run.

The corridor was perilous; no one was safe until they reached the other end, for great saws stuck out through holes in the walls, the floor and the ceiling. Yarofev sprinted forwards, but the end was far away. A saw suddenly came out of the wall, about waist high, but Yarofev simply flipped over it. Another two saws came from the ceiling and began to move down the corridor, but Yarofev was prepared. He quickly turned to face the wall and cartwheeled passed the saws. Yarofev laughed, then shifted into a black cloud and sped down the rest of the corridor.

************
Just after Yematin arrived back at Eden

Yarofev was in the corridor just outside Yematins office. He had broken into the mind of a scientist he once worked with, Sebastian Diker, and used him to hack into Black Row. It was a long process, but rewarding. Yarofev had then sent the plans out to the BBC, which would surely force Yematin to either act quickly and lay off his plans until the mess was sorted out. And, judging by the raised voices through the door, it had worked.

As Yarofev crouched behind a table, Jebediah Clements walked out of the office and spoke into his phone for a few seconds. He soon put it away, and it was in this short moment that Yarofev quickly shifted up to the ceiling. Clements saw the movement, but looked in the wrong place. Yarofev had remained undetected.

************
Two hours later

Yarofev had moved into the shadow of the setting sun inside Yematins office, and had watched him paced around, constantly worried about the plan leakage. Then Clements had come back with two Hunters by his side, dragging Sebastian behind them. After a brief exchange, Yematin lowered his window and threw Sebastian out. In was then that Yarofev acted.

He quickly shifted out of the window and dived down towards Sebastian, grabbing hold of him then shifting back through another window.

"Sebastian, you can't be seen in Eden now. The rest of your life is at risk."

Yarofev laid his hand upon Sebastians chest, and his tongue reformed.

"So after helping you out, I can't live anymore? I know who you are through that vision you showed me, why can't you protect me?"

"Firstly, that WASN'T a vision. It was the past. My past. Secondly, you were at risk from the moment you saw me. I know you haven't given me everything I wanted, so now I need your memories."

Sebastian didn't even have time to scream when Yarofev absorbed him.

************

Inside the BBC building, Fiona Bruce was packing up her stuff. There was a folder marked 'Top Secret - Eden'. She hesitated, then put it into her bag. She turned around, and Yarofev stood there.

"Fiona, I need your help. Well, not your help. Just your memories..."

He absorbed her, and then jogged to her bag. He pulled out the file, a cheque book, a phone and some spare coins. Eden was his next target, and he could only bring Black Row down with inside help.

Namely, Yematin.

clap *PAUSE* clap *PAUSE* clap

You're walking down the street, near midnight. You fear that someone is following you, but see nothing behind you. Further ahead, you see Mr Staples talking to a lamp post, but dismiss it as normal. Then you come to the alleyway.

The Alleyway...

There is a stall there with Lord Zaros behind, and a huge banner reading 'Dementia'. Do you rush home, or stay and read?...

Well, that was most certainly fun. Most certainly. Certainly Most. Fun most certainly. Most fun certainly. Certainly-
Lord Zaros? You can stop now.

Marky G, I thought that I should add a bit of demonicness to Dementia for some reason, so:



I couldn't find the lollipop one, sorry.

No, please, I'm sorry! I mean it! Don't smash down the window! NOOOO!!!

Don't worry Richid, Mr Staples is here to save you!

You can't help Lord Zaros, Staples!

Why can't I? No one but he can withstand my mentality.

No, you can't help him because he's just high jacked a car and driven it over a cliff.

Oh.

Oh indeed.

Want to go and push Mr Dennington out of a window?

Indeed...

*And so Marky G and Mr Staples went and pushed Mr Dennington out of a window, and continued writing on their blogs until Lord Zaros finally got his legs repaired by a 29th century Borg Drone and took over the Moon.*

LoRd ZaRoS

The House - Epilogue

" I thought they weren't gonna last long when I first pointed them in the right direction. I shoudl 'ave 'eld them back, but I didn't."

The Old Man was talking. The House was surrounding by police cars, and an ambulance was coming down the drive. One body was wheeled out, and then a second.

"What 'appened to the poor sods?" The Old Man asked a nearby paramedic.

"The first body was found down underground. There was some massive tunnel complex, you see. Anyway, we found his body underground, but he was hollow. The rest of him, his organs, his blood, was all over the House.

"The second body was also underground, except this one still had everything except his blood. It had all drained into a strange pit. But we got him out. And the third body..."

Another body came out on a stretcher, and was loaded into the ambulance.

"...She was found lying with her back on the floor, and an axe in her face. Something with great strength drove it down upon her, for it took ages to get out. Do you know if there were anymore people?"

"No, it were just the three, unless more were planning on coming soon."

"Then there was no point getting the ambulance out. Everyone, we're leaving."

The paramedic got into the ambulance, and headed back down the driveway. The Old Man took one more look up at the House, and was certain that he saw The Spirit in one of the second floor windows and heard a manic laughter. He closed his eyes, sighed, and walked back to his home. His time on Earth was nearly up, but he wasn't going to waste it by trying to figure out the mystery of The House.

The House - Part 2 of 2

Elise fell to her knees. Alex simply lowered his head and put his hand on her shoulder. Suddenly he turned, hearing a strange hissing noise. He just had time to see a shadow fade into the darkness. They quickly agreed that they had to leave the house and get help, or just as far away as possible. But they couldn't just leave Tony. They slipped the noose from his neck, and laid him down with his hands on his chest. He was so light they could have carried him without any trouble.

************

The tunnel seemed longer than it did before, but though Elise and Alex blamed this on the death of Tony, the dark and that fact that they were underground. But these accusations were false.

The tunnel had changed since they found Tony.

They were now lost. The tunnel still led to the exit, but there were now many side passages that ran under the whole village. These were either dead ends, pitfalls or just loops. There was no hope for finding a way out without any trail to leave.

************

All the time they were walking around, they were being followed by a restless spirit. The house was his, for he had been chained alive to a wall in the underground tunnels, this was HIS home for he had spent centuries here. But these siblings, these meddlers, had angered him so.

Most of his wrath he took out on the first victim, Tony, and decorated his house with his innards, as a warning to the others. Anyone who was clever would have fled immediatly, but these idiots had decided to find their brother. He would soon act upon them, but he had something special in mind...

Elise and Alex were incredibly fatigued now. It was roughly 12pm when they had heard Tony scream, it was now 11pm. 11 hours underground. Finally, The Spirit was ready. He let them glimpse the exit of the tunnel.

Alex saw the light instantly. Unthinking, he ran ahead, desperate to get to the light and freedom. But he did not check the way carefully; I doubt anyone would have in such a situation.

Alex was caught in a net that slammed in up into the ceiling of the tunnel. The bungee connecting the net to the ceiling snapped, and the net was dropped into a pit of spikes. Alex was killed instantly, his blood spraying up into the air and slowly filling the pit. Elise, horrified by what had happened, broke into a run towards the light. The Spirit, distracted from his joy of the kill, chased after her.

Elise was back on the ground floor. The House was the same as it had been, nearly 12 hours ago. If Elise had known that she would have been safe at the stroke of midnight, she wouldn't have stopped to catch her breath. She got up suddenly, for she saw The Spirit climb out of the trap door holding a fireaxe. He swung down, narrowly missing her left foot.

She sprinted back to the door, but tripped up: The Spirit had grabbed hold of one of her legs. She fought back, but could not break The Spirits' grip.

10 seconds to midnight...

The Spirit pulled his axe up and prepared to strike.

5 seconds to midnight...

Elise finally broke the hold on her leg. The Spirit brought the axe down.

1 second before midnight...

The House - Part 1 of 2

Elise, Alex and Tony had only recently rented out the House. They were siblings, moving from one old home to a new one. It was perfect; two floors, 4 bedrooms, and plenty of outdoor space. The house itself was far out in the country, away from the noise and streets of London that the siblings were so used to.

The locals were strange, and that was putting it mildly. When Alex had asked an old man for directions, he seemed to be on the verge of a heart attack, but pointed them in the right way before speeding back to his own house. This struck them as weird, but they did not know why the old man was scared.

Days past, and the siblings were happy, but now something is happening...

Now the house comes to life...

************

Elise and Alex had heard Tony scream for help, but thought of it as a joke. It WAS the 31st October, so they had been expecting something anyway, but they decided to check so Tony could have his fun.

But the house was empty. A storm was building up. Suddenly, lightning flashed and the walls and floor and ceiling were coated with evil symbols, drawn in blood. Organs hung from the ceiling, blood dripping to the floor. There was a huge blood stain leading down in the basement. Elise and Alex were horrified, but they stupidly decided that Tony was still alive. They couldn't accept his death without seeing his body themselves.

The basement was pitch black. A torch hung from the wall, so Alex grabbed it and walked forward. The basement seemed to be a giant tunnel of some sort, and after what felt like years of walking they siblings came across a skeleton that had been chained to the wall.

The hollowed body of Tony hung by the neck just above it...

He must've seen it coming...

For those of you who don't know yet, or do know and don't seem to be showing any signs of it, Paul the Octopus is dead. This morning.
Ok, he predicted the results of 8 or more football matches, but to make a biography, memorial and toys (for Christmas) of him is just going over the top.

On to other news...

A new story part might be released sometime this week, although I might do it on Sunday after town for some effect, even though the part isn't intended to be scary. Or I could try to write a scary story that will give you nightmares; I'm sure Mark would support the idea if he isn't already planning something like that.

I don't actually have anything else to write, which shows just how bored I am.

If you can raed tihs, you konw how it wkros, rhigt? Frlewael.