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Fire On The Stage Part OneDarryl stood off stage, watching the singer, a very famous song being sung, not too well. The talent show judges all begged the woman to stop, and shooed her off stage, the crowd booing with them. You had to be able to sing amazingly, or at least have something unusual to get in. Darryl knew that the judges would be hard to please. Someone pressed a cup of coffee into his hands.
"Only one more act, then you're up, fireman." the stage-hand quickly disappeared, Darryl not paying attention and draining his new-found drink, suddenly very thirsty. He looked over the top. It seemed slightly colorful, like oil on quite brown water. He watched the next act as she shuffled on stage, very nervous. The guy had lots of hula-hoops. One by one he put them one as he started spinning. Darryl thought about how he would go on next, as nervous or even more so than this guy. He noticed, now, that everything seemed to slow down. He could see the man slip the last of the hoops on, and how they all lost mome
Storm The Fort Part 1I sat in the back of the train, looking out of the window. I'm used to being bored; waiting hours for something to wander into your scope and driving in my camper van a lot was the norm for me. It's not that I wasn't happy living in the wild like that, it's just that my parents would rather I was earning something. And they drive the hardest of bargains. I was trying to get them to change their mind all the way to the train station. But here I sat, watching formless sandy shapes whiz past the window. Apparently I'm not the first Sniper to be employed in this place, but I'm pretty sure I'm not the last either.
As I got off the train, the twin buildings were a lot larger than on the brochure. Maybe that was because the place I was going to was a new fighting front or something. My uniform told me I'd be going to the North side of the place, the side supposedly filled with RED employees. I quickly left the platform building in the middle of the forts and looked at my watch. It was a
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy.Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy, stick a sharp knife in my eye.
Cross my heart and hope to die, all I know has been a lie.
When I dress and do my tie, all I hope is not to die.
Limerick 1There once was a friend called Kate,
Who, we found, could never be late.
She is always on time,
Without reason or rhyme,
That wonderful friend called Kate.
Minecraft Survival Day 3Day 3
Location: Somewhere north of Stanhead Airport, Minecraftia.
Status: Needing wood, the road's nearly too rough to follow without it.
I set off early this morning, following the road north away from the airport. The reason I ventured out; is because the zombies seem to disappear during the day now, though the night attacks are becoming more aggressive. I feel terrified as they hammer on the door. I'm afraid that they'll break it down sooner or later.... There's also been a strange mutation among the spiders, they seem to be getting bigger, I think. I've also heard several explosions further up the highway, but I've been too slow to see what they were. I hope the jets aren't bombing the place already.
So I was walking up the highway, and I noticed a city on the horizon. My heart leapt with excitement, and I started running towards it. But then I realized, it's not Mistral City. I slowed down to a walk as I realized that the heroes I heard about in the papers weren't going to be ther
Minecraft Survival Day 2Day 2
Location: Stanhead Airport, Minecraftia.
Status: Daytime, on edge.
I've set up a temporary base in the main hall using my dirt and wool. That's the last of it though. I've been clearing out the zombies. And I tell you there are a LOT of them. I've managed to gather some wood from the surrounding trees, and craft some basic tools. I found some iron blocks in the restaurant though, and while I stashed most of them I couldn't help befitting myself with an iron sword. I made a bow, sort of, using the string I got from spiders I found in the baggage area.
I have a nice sort of base now, and I'm getting my food from the local supplies in the restaurant and the wildlife. Who knew you could just go up to a pig and hit 'em with a stick to kill them. I have a chest and a bed, and a furnace, scrounged up from hitting the stone wall opposite the airport.
Life is hard though. Some of the zombies seem to hide, and jump out at you, or attack you when you least expect it. Hordes of them tap tap
Minecraft Survival Day 1Day 1.
Location: Stanhead Airport, Minecraftia.
Status: Just landed.
I hadn't expected it. There I was, chilling in the plane, when the emergency alert started rambling. So we landed at the nearest airport. It was dark, and only the emergency lights in the airport were on. They told us to stay in the plane. Of course, me being the stubborn, self-centered idiot that I am, I got off the plane and started to make my way to the manager's office. However, I didn't know that whatever had gotten into the manager had also affected everyone else.
Wielding my small, useless stick I literally marched my way to the manager's office. But no-one opened the door. I smashed the door, it falling into my inventory, and there stood the manager, looking a lot greener than he should be. I was about to ask him what the hell was going on, but he only muttered 'Brains...' And then it hit me. The whole place has been infected, and anyone that got off the plane would, should of been dead by now. it was just pur
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