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about three days ago, 2:30 am, i notice this HUGE fly. it was HUGE. and even faster than it was huge. did i mention how HUGE this fly abomination was?? i swear, it was like a nickel flying around or something.
anyways, about ten minutes go by, and i finally come to the decision that i'm going to hunt this thing down and take its life.
about an hour goes by. i now have my weapons of choice - an almost empty roll of paper towels for that slight chance of assassination and an empty fabric softener box for close combat. i now know where all his favorite spots are, how to finally keep track of where this thing goes in a dimly lit house. . .
except the kitchen light. it's one of those "encased" sorta things with the bars of light inside - i don't know what it's called, but it looks nice. whenever the fly plots his way into the kitchen, this light filters through his wings and he ends up looking like a grey nickel with contrasting shadows, instead of this black ball of fly. . .nickel. . death.
so anyways. he likes landing on the kitchen sink. good thing for him, that's the perfect place for me to kill him. plenty of room, nothing to get in my way to break. this dood's gonna die.
but he doesn't. i thought when i was doing battle with him once in the laundry room (close combat, i have the dented fabric softener box), i took a swing at him, and i KNOW i heard this sound like i had just nailed a small pebble that was being thrown at me. . . but the gangsta kept goin'.
so yes, after an hour, i went to sleep.
next day - 10:30 pm. i WILL kill him. it's a lot easier to follow the fly, he was upstairs all day, so i didn't follow him. i'm not going to be a part of this fly's sick little game.
so - around 10:35, he's in the blinds, and i begin jabbing violently at them. he MUST DIE. he stops moving. did i kill him?? well, he's upside down.. crap. he was just stunned, and for that brief second i had to finish him, i'm just stairing. he's gone. maybe the dead fly next to him (that i SWORE he used as a decoy once) caught his senses up with him.
10:42 pm. he's on the the kitchen sink.
i slowly walk sideways towards him, trying not to let him sense my intention to KILL. all the paper towels had been used by now, so my weapon's speed has gone up by at least +3.
i swing straight down, relaxed. (you do things faster when you're relaxed)
i'm aiming just a little bit behind the suckuh - you gotta now you're enemies weakness, and even more about your own, but come on. it's just a fly. flies take off backwards. s'true.
*blinks a couple of times* . . . HUZZZZAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
it's over. the fly is in two pieces, dead on the kitchen sink. he was huge. was huge. heh.. wow.
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i was kickin' those big metal poles of the basketball hoops over at an elementary school the other day. mostly just practicing my roundhouse. i notice these two janitor kids watching me, one i saw earlier while i was stretching. just a little bit later, the kid i saw earlier comes out and walks up to me. "so. . . what are you doin'??" "ummm, i'm just practicing."
"so, what style you do?" "Shiseikai." "Shiseikai? . .*nods head a little*"
"yeah, it's sorta like shotokan. . . but... yeah, whataver." "oh, well i do Happkido. you're style looks sorta similar to ours." "Happkido? yeah, i've heard of that. some crazy awesome stuff." i guess it's sort of a good thing i didn't go off on my little rant about styles. this kid then proceeds to inform me that they practice just over at this gym place at 8-9pm, i'm welcome to come check it out.
i might, but i really don't need something like that. either way, it was kinda fun talkin' to the kid.
these little kids showed up, picking up garbage with an adult for some service thing. they probably saw me kickin' stuff. i don't know if they were afraid or whatever, but i stopped anyways - just for a little bit so they wouldn't get freaked out or anything. there was this little plastic bag next to the bike i used to get there that they spotted, so i picked it up and gave it to them. it was funny.. but strange.
later, i saw this seagull. with his wings out, it looked like a frikkin' eagle. woah. it would just fly straight into this heavy breeze, shoot his wings open, and just glide backwards, and do crazy. . . seagull stuff. it looked like it would be pretty fun to fly.
anyways... i guess it was a cool day, all in all. and any other cliche phrases like that.
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alright. that was fun.
now fuh the picture.
it's just the lines for now. i know it's not that clean, but anybody that wants to redeem this with some color before i go in and try and save it myself with some ink, or shading. go for it.
that goes for anything else i post.... heh. wink
yeah.
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