Bah. I have a bloody Chem test tomorrow and here I am pouring this crap out.
Let's see, how do I begin?
Ok, the level camp is over!!! Whoo! Woots! Or something to that context...
Haiz. this week has been a tough one and I know it's reaching its worst. I have a feeling I won't really survive tomorrow so I felt it would be good if I actually....wait. Never mind. Nothing to write sia too tired...Argh>>>
Ahhah! I know liao! I shall start writing about news that should have been!
Ok first news:
For the week before the June holidays, the teachers of Dunman high school drowned their perpetual students with torrents of group work project due within the week. Disgusted and unified, the students held a rally to strike against the school albeit with no sucess. After deciding they really had to be sucessful in their second attempt, the students started filling up the teacher's locker with harmless yet effective apples. This prevented any homework from going in and no one needed to hand in anything. It was flawless. Or so they thought. The projects were still due and the students desperate. It was their last chance and the school is shaking up it's defense. Suddenly out of the blue someone started construct a path from the train tracks to the container classrooms! Students seeing this is a ray of hope started frantically doing the same. People from scouts and etc. did the laborous shifting while the art club people started paint the path to make it look like a treain track. With the scouts brawn, IT's laptops, Art club's Paint, SJ's medical virgil and NP's rifle drill they completed the track. Just as the last concrete slab was planted the train came. Security guards on patrol were lost for words. The trains swerve and smashed into the container classrooms, ending school for the week. The students cheered and celebrated like their pants was on fire! Well, of course this did not happen but it should have...Damn!
P.S For those who bother: Scouts have brawn does not means they do not have brain, IT helped by providing funds by selling their laptops, Art club slapped brown swervy lines which are a pathetic excuse for trains tracks, SJ sat in the shade in their fancy uniform drinking cola and don't even ask me about how the NPs helped in their rifle drill....
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As Strider stood valiant among the debris of his fortress world, purple flames erupted as the Plague ripped his home to shreds. The flames licked and taunted a backfire as the luminous glow lit the reflective surface of the metal remains. Weaving methodically in and out of the fortress, it was like a sewing machine, only instead of putting together they were relentlessly tearing it apart. Strider looked on at the destuction passively. Lucifer looked at Strider passively. Both of them knew the Plague was after every Archon in the universe, being progammed by the Ancients, and they both knew that they were the last Archons in their way. The tear-shaped mass of billions of Weavers increased their rampage towards the two Archons. Strider was injured from the first battle with this unknown foe while Lucifer escaped mostly unscathed, for the first time in his life Strider did not know what to do. His gaseous essence bled out from his injuries constantly but still Strider stood there unyielding as the Plague reached him. Turning to Lucifer one last time, they both grabbed each other's hand as though they were going to arm-wrestle. Arm-wrestle with each and every one of the Weavers. Without hesitation, they pull each other towards themselves, and as soon as they contacted, their bodies exploded in a dazzling dark light fusing together as one giant column of energy. The column swiftly formed a head of the dragon and lunged at the mass of Weavers...
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