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.
Friday, 1 April 2011
Friday, 11 March 2011
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*
Monday, 7 March 2011
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!!!
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!!!
Wednesday, 23 February 2011
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
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
Monday, 21 February 2011
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.
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.
Saturday, 19 February 2011
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.
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.
Monday, 15 November 2010
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.
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.
Sunday, 7 November 2010
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 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
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