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WELCOME
Hello! Thanks for the support for the short story that I have been posting on my blog!
Trying to find a way to portray this in a comic style; using Flash Animation.
These days blogs shouldn't talk about your life; BORING. Who want to know about your life?
"Today I bought a ornate bichir, it looks like some cute kawaii baby chinese dragon. In comparison to the arowana, it is more like a spiky reptile rather than the slender curves of the arowana. IN FACT both of them are not dragons at all! In the Amazon, the arowana is known as a water-monkey, due to it's jumping habit. Bichirs are more snake-like than dragon-like. They are more commonly known as polypterids, lungfishes found in Africa."
"Today I go church and pray to God, asked him for new giftings. Then, later I go eat barbecue pork with my family; and OMG! oops I should be fasting...! LOL! Nevermind la... God forgives all!"
Hmmm! I'm like in DMD now, and it's like damn stress and I still have time to blog! LOL! This is really hypocritical.
Currently, I am like redesigning all my Goddesses from my scrap ideas. In fact one of them is in the story already! The Mother of Cries; which I hope is not offensive to Buddhists all over. This concept is based on the Goddess of Mercy; Avalokitesavra.
I have a drawing of her holding the lotus, adorned heavily like an empress. Thinking, if I should do a more humble appearance. Wonder how she is going to progress in the story as a divine being.
RAWRS! The story is going in the CHINA demon versus San Zhang concept.
There will be marionettes (spider spirits), wolves, tauren, foxes, centipedes... etc. and not to forget a goddess; looks kind of Journey to the West right?
Anyway! Tune in the the next post! It might just be the last...! =____=
posted @
12:12 AM.
Daryl held his luggage at the airport, awaiting for the next flight to LA. He was stressed that he had left his project mates behind. This trip was more important; he had a mission. Sam was by his side, glancing through his magazine; pictures of half-naked girls were strewn across the front cover. Cheryl, Eve, Renee... and other people, were with them.
"Freaks... LA is gonna be fun man!" Daryl nudged Sam.
The airport was a grand place compared to other parts of the country. Gold motiffs were implanted on great pillars that reached for the sky. The ceiling was like a gigantic visual projector, clouds could be seen shuffling; followed by a SIA logo flying behind one of them.
As Daryl and his LA team carried their baggage into the check-in, the air-attendant ushered them to put their load onto a teleporter which was emitting a soft blue light reaching to the ceiling. Their bags blinked away and into nothingness, the particles being shifted through space into the aircraft.
The SIA economic class was a label for the best quality service. Good food, television, internet... SIA stands for Static Ionized Aircraft, meaning that it does not move the ions around it while the plane is being transported to the next location.
"PLEASE ENJOY YOUR MEAL, WHILST YOU WAIT FOR YOUR ARRIVAL AT LA."
Daryl was looking outside the window. The clouds were flowing past him, like cotton, it almost seemed like a dream. Just then, a beautiful woman adorned in flowery gold motiffs appeared beside Daryl, where Sam had occupied before. A beautiful bird, never-before seen, stood on her shoulders. Her gown fell to the floor and spread across the carpet floor like a morning glory. Her eyes filled with unimaginable light.
"ERGH! Who the... are..." Daryl stuttered, but the beauty of the woman did not seem to captivate him, but amaze him. It was a kind of beauty you would not lust over.
"Do not speak," said the woman, her voice like a deep echo from somewhere far away. "Your destiny begets a great tragedy, with the revival of dormant foes and the recovery of fallen enemies."
"Wh-..What?"
"Silence, only the one with pure virtue speaks here," replied the woman. "Your friends pray for mercy, and mercy will pray for them. It is through ties that bind you, which you will find, something of value."
The woman folded her arms and fell silent for a moment. The bird, seemingly followed her every move. Whenever the woman turned, the bird followed.
"What is it you want, I know," the woman continued. "Just believe in everything."
Her hair flowed down her beautiful dress, and her smile seemed to touch Daryl in the heart for a very long time. Then he was suddenly nudged awake.
"EH?! Daydreaming about nude girls ah?" Sam interrupted.
"Ahhh!! You woke me!" Daryl exclaimed. "Bastard, you."
Daryl pondered for a moment. Could that woman be real..?
Sam stood up, and told Daryl he was going to the toilet to relief himself. As he stood up, a beautiful blue-red feather fell onto his seat. It was from the queer looking bird that was perched on the woman he saw.
At that very moment, in the mansion at the top of the hill, an army of students were assembled at the porch of the dark mansion. A beautiful young lady wheeled herself out of the door. She held a doll in her hand, and carefully pierced a needle tied to a thread to the doll's neck. The doll gasped as if in pain, and the students all did the same, in a terrifyingly unnatural sychronisation.
"My puppets! Let's kill all the dark people with dark minds and dark hearts! Justice will be done to NYP! Hurray!"
"Mistress, your gun is ready..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
CHARACTER PROFILE
Victoria De Vickie
Judge Of Self-Righteousness
SKILL: Being The Bitch
Attacks foes with roses that shoot laser beams.
David De Shinarei
King Of Flame
SKILL: Flaming Rose
Attacks foes with a fire storm of thorny roses.
Daryl De Xiao Boi Boi
Knight Of Seasoning
SKILL: Ultimate Skill
Unknown.
Yi Meng De Shinazensou
King Of Laughter
SKILL: Scythe Of Un-Pain
Attacks allies with a big scythe and heals them mysteriously, thus transferring their pain to enemies.
Seraphic Ray De Rayjian
Judge Of Injustice
SKILL: Sundance
Attacks foes with seven orbs wielding the power of the sun.
Woman In Aircraft With Daryl; UNKNOWN
Goddess Of Mercy
SKIL: Divine Mercy
All shall bow before her glorious mercy, nobody should deny it. The effect of this great power is yet to be known.
posted @
12:12 AM.
"ARGGH!!!"
Adz was flying through the sky, roaring as he fought off a skeletal lizard latched onto his belt. The skeletal lizard was about half his size, and was strong enough to pull him off balance in the air.
It crunched down on Adz' pants, barely missing his crotch.
"I miss Adz..." revebrated the deep sound of Feng's voice in his head.
"SHUT UP!"
Then Miss Grace's death came to him. It hit him hard. Her hands growing cold, and her stomach spilling after the fireball went through her. It was dark, where Adz was. The mountains were barren, even unlike the already gloomy NYP.
Adz flung the lizard with all his might, and it fell into a volcanic crater.
"FEAR...HATE..."
The voice that whispered in his head, was cold. Very cold. It was like how it was to be speaking to the nerdy brainless nut, Rayiant.
"YOU DON'T LIKE IT..?"
"FUCK OFF!" screamed Adz.
With that he flew ahead. Contnuing to find a way out of this wretched place. More wierd creatures began surfacing from the craters below him, and with a flap of their wings, chased Adz from all sides. Adz flew upwards. But from above came a sinister face.
"HELLO!"
The phone rang. Daryl was cosily tucking himself beneath the mattress, and lazily reached for the phone.
"Wa lao eh! So early you call me for what?!" Daryl exclaimed.
He looked at his handphone; 4.00A.M.
"It's freaking 4 A.M in the morning?!"
"It's me, Sam With Ham."
"Yeah... Whatsup?"
"The L.A trip, you better go... Pay $4 million bucks to Cherlyn by tomorrow, which is actually today..."
"Yeah...YEAH! I know la!"
"Eh..!"
Daryl hung up, and went back to bed. Daryl was feeling tired, but had the itch to practise his ultimate skill. In case he got into trouble in L.A, this skill could compensate most of his disabilities.
The next day at school.
Mandl was generating some new designs from a very hi-tech computer, more commonly known as the mac-book. The mac-book was capable of better interfaces than the lousy "no-win diaos", which has been in the market for much longer. But this is just evidence of the degeneration in society. Whenever there was "no-win diaos", people started becaming more retarded.
"Twelve years have birth the mac-book into a revolution la..." Mandl whispered to himself, and suddenly with a hit of the button, an array of images surrounded him,; Mandl continued looking at his screen calmly, and the images were sucked into Mandl's ear canal.
"BRAINSTORM ACTIVATED," answered the computer. "INITIATING POWER BOOST AT 85%, YOUR CURRENT STATS ARE, 250,400,200,265,210."
"Tell me the co-ordinates of this character," Mandl ordered the computer.
The screen revealed a map, and a white bar to enter the character's name was activated.
was entered into the box.
"I'M SORRY, THE PERSON YOU ARE LOOKING FOR IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE."
"Sometimes ho..Computer can't help you do whatever you want," said a voice from behind.
It was Lordaeron, another mac-book gang member. He wore glasses, and was from the IM group. He adorned a great cape, and his hair was short and wild. The patterns on his clothes were blended with fine gradients and gold motiffs.
"Lordaeron... WHY WEAR UNTIL LIKE THAT?!"
"Judge me ho..." Lordaeron replied.
"Sorry luh..." Mandl replied.
"It's ok... How? Still cannot find Adz ah?" Lordaeron asked.
"Yeah... Missing for half a month..."
"Sad... Why you want find him though? You also not that close with him...?
"Nah... He knows something about the person I am going to kill next...I will definitely need this vital piece of info... If I am going to finish this bounty off..."
"Who is this bounty nia?"
"A fucked up kid..."
The wierd thing Xavier noticed today was that the trio, Dy, An, Yi... was incomplete. Yi was missing. Yi, who had some of the most beautiful oriental design skills. Xavier felt that the three beauties had to be complete, and without one of them, the formation was incomplete.
Xavier placed his attention elsewhere. Jackie, one of the IM boys was eagerly standing out again. Xavier sighed.
"What a fucking pressuring specialisation..."
He banged the table, and quickly left the room. Debbie watched intently as Xavier sped off to find his friends. Debbie was sitting beside Chien, and the monoistic Rayiant, at the other end. Instinctively, Chien was looking at the room they were in. He took out his cards and placed them on the table.
Jackie, STATS: 500,200,200,150,100
Skill: NOBOSIMACHI
Vickie, STATS: 300,300,450,200,110
Skill: BEING THE BITCH
Today I will use Vickie! Hehehehehe...
As Chien touched the card Vickie, at the other end of the room, a french girl suddenly jerked, and a light image; presumably her alter ego emerged from her body. Then the french girl fainted. Her alter ego, was being controlled by Chien, and it started attacking the boy named Jackie.
"BEING THE BITCH!" She screamed, and flowers started blooming out of her palms, and shot lasers at Jackie. Jackie squealed at the pain.
"300 damage!"
Jackie stunned by what Vickie had done, to him tried to retaliate. But Vickie was too fast, as Chien had already swiped the Vickie card towards Jackie.
"NORMAL ATTACK!" Vickie charged at Jackie, and knocked him against the glass.
"Jackie LOSE."
"Happy right?" Chien teased Debbie.
"What the fuck man!" Debbie gave her signature gesture; _|_
Chien continued to scan his cards.
Matthew, STATS: 600,100,100,100,100
SKILL: NOT USELESS
"ZHAN!" Chien smiled, then fell asleep on the table.
"EH GET UP LA! DRAWING HELLO?!" Debbie exclaimed.
"Debbie's love langauage is touch..." Rayiant said, in an almost inaudible whisper.
"HUH?"
"TOUCH, YOUR LOVE LANGUAGE IS TOUCH..." Chien finished.
"Oh... Haha."
Rayiant bowed down, and then continued doing what he was doing.
"Don't have Rayiant yet..," said Chien, looking at his cards. "Only 5 gold cards and 10 silver cards... Vickie is silver... Jackie is gold... Matthew is silver..."
Suddenly, the lights in the entire campus were switched off...
Then, there was Yi's voice, but a sinister echo of another voice.
"Fear the wrath of I, Marionette Yi..."
To be continued...
posted @
12:19 AM.
About Me
Rayiant Goh Swee Heng
NYP Digital Media Design
Group 05-07
Sketch Club (Tenative)
Fulfill My Vision
Graduate From NYP
Eat Well
Sleep Well
Meditate Well
Develop My Vision
Get To University
Reserved and meditative. Crude in the event of being scrutinized. Loves beautiful and mysterious things. Dull but creative. Love thoughtful people but will become overly emotionalwhen faced with neglect and trouble.
