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| Episode...like 6 or something. Still in the ghost world |
| 04.01.05 (5:27 am) [edit] |
Just then, the footsteps stopped and the figure emerged from the darkness. The ghosts immediately fled, leaving me in silence. I rubbed my eyes and looked up.
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| Episode 5: In the Ghost World Jail |
| 03.04.05 (6:04 am) [edit] |
"Who are you?" a disembodied voice asks from the darkness.
I shake my head and try to open my eyes and adjust to the light. There's a dull ache in my skull that is sending shockwaves to my nervous system and causing me to twitch. I blink a few times and look around.
I'm chained to ... well, to nothing. But I'm chained nonetheless. All around me float countless spirits, each of whom are whispering to each other and gesturing towards me.
"I said, who are you?" the voice asks again.
"My...my name is Christian. I am on a quest."
"What is this quest you speak of?"
"I am trying to track down my friend, Matt. His plane went down in some mountains and he was attacked by a Yeti and encased in carbonite. Or maybe it was ice. I'm not sure. This is one of the things I want to ask him when...or if...I can find him.
"And if he's alive..." says the voice.
Suddenly, an immense spectre appears in front of me. I gulp and pull back.
"How do you know this Matt is even alive at all?" asks the ghost.
"I can sense his presence in the force. He is still alive."
"What is this force that you speak of?"
"The force is a living energy field that surrounds us. You, me, the tree, the rock. Luminous beings are we!"
"I do not know of this force, but I think I may have some information you are looking..."
The ghost stopped talking and the small ghosts ceased whispering. Off, in the distance, was the sound of footsteps, and they were getting closer.
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| Episode 4: In the spirit netherworld |
| 03.01.05 (6:42 pm) [edit] |
As I plummet through the door in the end of the hall, I see an array of time and matter swirl around me. There's that Journey CD I bought when I was 11! And there's my Grandma, and the Chevy Blazer her spirit haunts! It's amazing.
I land on what seems to be some kind of surface, and I find myself in the midst of millions of spirits, several of whom immediately turn their attention to me.
"Who are you?" asks the first.
"My name is Christian and I am on a quest. I seek ..."
But before I can get anything out, a giant ghost appears and swats me to the ground with his giant, ghostly, paw. The last thing I see before I black out is my Grandma, who is loading some frozen rasberries into her Blazer...
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| Chapter 3: Still in Los Moscos, Mexico |
| 02.24.05 (7:32 pm) [edit] |
The pancho-sporting man leads me down a hallway and points me in the direction of a room at the end of the hall. He tells me to go ahead and open it, which I do, and which I instantly regret.
Inside is a swirling vortex of time and anti-matter. It engulfs me just as soon as I look at it, and I find myself pulled into the void. I'm not in an alternate universe, but I'm no longer in Los Moscos, Mexico. I am in the dimension of the dead.
And in order for this to have utmost impact, I'm going to stop the story here, because there's nothing more I can say that will be more spooky or surprising from what I just said, except that the swirling vortex of death sucked the pancho guy's pancho off and he was only wearing underpants on underneath.
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| Chapter 2: Los Moscos, Argentina |
| 02.22.05 (8:08 pm) [edit] |
With few leads to go on and a stomach that wouldn't remain full forever, I hitched a ride on a truck smuggling immigrants over the border into Mexico-all rich people looking for a way to start a new life, and maybe learn how to make things out of papier-mache.
We cross the border and I find myself headed towards Mexico City. After several days, I disembark at Nogales, which, if I know my geography, is right by Mexico City. I locate the nearest bandito store and walk up to the counter. "Dos Serranos, por favor," I state, and the barkeep hands me a coupon for a free windshield repair and 24 discount buffet meals.
I glance around the dusty surroundings, surveying the patrons. Several men are playing cards, while others are polishing some trombones. I notice a shady looking character in the corner and approach him cautiously, pointing a gun at him in one hand and a Chinese throwing star in the other as a sign of peace.
"Hola," I state. The stranger looks at me but says nothing. "Por favor dos serranos, yo quiero?" I continue, but he doesn't say anything. I pull out a picture of Matt, encased in ice, and show it to him. His eyes widen.
"I know theese man, senior," he states. For 30 pesos, which is about 1.2 cents, he tells me he can help me find him, but it's gonna cost me. I tell him I know, that he just said it would be 30 pesos, and he says "Oh yeah." I pay him the money and he flashes a wicked smile.
"Right theese way, senior."
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| Episode 1 |
| 02.21.05 (8:19 pm) [edit] |
I open my eyes and stand up. I'm surrounded by an eerie blue color that matches my pants. Is this why the color seems eerie? It seems likely.
My first order of business is to find shelter and some food. Who knows how long I'll be able to breathe this blue? Luckily, I don't have to travel far before I come to a small taco stand. The proprietor is spaking some kind of crazy language. You quiero Taco Bell? What does that mean? I hand him some money and he brightens, offering me 'uno taco' and some Senior Pepper.
My mission: To find my lost friend. One year ago, our fellow blogger, Matt, was lost and presumed dead when his plane went down in the Himalayas. Our imperial droid transmitted this picture just prior to shorting out:
If he's alive, I'm going to find him. If he's not alive, I'm going to kill the beast that took his life. Or if not kill it, then annoy it.
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| Guess who's back? Back again? Christian's back. Tell a friend. |
| 02.21.05 (4:59 pm) [edit] |
Hello my friends, I have returned. You might remember me from the classic blogs "Daily Cartoon With Dr. Funky" or "Liberty's Kids." Things were getting a little too stale for me and, after taking some time off to regroup, Christian's School Bus was born. This is going to be, without a doubt, my very best blog ever. I can't even tell you what it's going to be about. All I can say is that it will generally be fiction, will involve cartoons, and will be your new favorite blog.
But before I officially start, I thought I'd give you a glimpse of the blog that might have been. This should give you some idea of how many versions of this blog concept I went through before winding up with the dark one you see before you. Here is version 1:
Scary, no? I can guarantee the new blog will be much closer in theme with the art scheme currently displayed. So stay tuned, bloggers. The journey begins Tuesday, February 22nd.
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