Post by Kirk Storm on Feb 29, 2008 0:25:08 GMT -5
I took a deep breath, still disoriented from the unexpected "Money Clip" from Jace Diggs. My heart was pounding in my chest and my jaw was clenched. My vision remained focus dead in front of me. I didn't hear anything except the blood rushing through my body at an accelerated pace. I emerged from beyond the curtain into the always busy halls of the arena structure. Crew members were hustling about, camera crews and interviewers standing around monitors, discussing whatever they discuss. I didn't care, I had a purpose.
I was retracing my steps.
There had to be a clue, something that would point me in the right direction. There had to be something that would tell me what I wanted to know so desperately.
Where did I go wrong? What has changed about me?
I had to find it.
It was necessary.
I found myself at the door to my locker room. I looked at the name plate on the front.
Kirk and Spirit Storm.
No...The only thing that belongs in the middle of my name is...
Or was that a wrong assumption too?
Kirk Storm. HA!
Kirk Storm doesn't lose. It's an uncomfortable feeling. To put everything you have into winning, and come up short.
Not just once. Oh, no...that would have been to easy. It wasn't enough. Apparently, the Gods want more.
How foolish of me? How could I not know that!?
Oh, well. What's done is done is done is done.....right?
Right.
I turned away from the door and continued on my search.
Yellow baby crocodiles....No, that had nothing to do with my situation.
At least I wasn't breathing heavily anymore. That's like having an 80 pound burlap sack on your lap while sitting in traffic with the angels themselves.
damn THAT crap!
There was WAY too much wrong with the Eragon movie for it to be concidered a good movie. Yep, and pigs eat their own Poo.
Focus....woo-sah.
Travel? No. Directions...that's it.
Hmm...what? Ahh, yes. My 'predicament'....Correction: My
Life.
It is very difficult. Like Ninja Gaiden or Communism. It's so stressful, like....LIKE IT'S freaking STRESSFUL, OKAY!?
Calm down! Stay focused.
Mediocrity. Slavery. Abominable Snowman. Forgotten. Win. Remember. Not again.
I stopped, dead in my tracks. HIM.....
"YOU!!!!!!" I yelled, holding my hands up like a Frankenstein's Monster or a Muppet.
My legs felt watery, Like I was making my way across the desert. There's plenty of water there.
KILL!
Why?
I SAID SO!
Okay...sure.
I rushed at a box and knocked it and the long balloon light tubes it contained crashing to the floor in a horrible display of confetti shaped arrow tips.
I get it now!
"BABIES COME FROM VAGINAS!"
I finally found my way outside into the cold air. Feeling it on my bare skin felt refreshing, like the weight of the world had just landed like a meteor on my shoulders. But I was cool with that. I'm THE EXTREMIST GODDAMMIT, I can do whatever the hell I need to be able to do.
I ran out into the street, barely paying attention to the bright lights and agonizing horns and belching tires along with all that plastic and aluminum headed for me.
Damn, Pirates.
I'm gonna have to fly away!!!! Paris, NO! Belgum, the Pirates would never find me there.
RED LIGHT!
I was retracing my steps.
There had to be a clue, something that would point me in the right direction. There had to be something that would tell me what I wanted to know so desperately.
Where did I go wrong? What has changed about me?
I had to find it.
It was necessary.
I found myself at the door to my locker room. I looked at the name plate on the front.
Kirk and Spirit Storm.
No...The only thing that belongs in the middle of my name is...
Or was that a wrong assumption too?
Kirk Storm. HA!
Kirk Storm doesn't lose. It's an uncomfortable feeling. To put everything you have into winning, and come up short.
Not just once. Oh, no...that would have been to easy. It wasn't enough. Apparently, the Gods want more.
How foolish of me? How could I not know that!?
Oh, well. What's done is done is done is done.....right?
Right.
I turned away from the door and continued on my search.
Yellow baby crocodiles....No, that had nothing to do with my situation.
At least I wasn't breathing heavily anymore. That's like having an 80 pound burlap sack on your lap while sitting in traffic with the angels themselves.
damn THAT crap!
There was WAY too much wrong with the Eragon movie for it to be concidered a good movie. Yep, and pigs eat their own Poo.
Focus....woo-sah.
Travel? No. Directions...that's it.
Hmm...what? Ahh, yes. My 'predicament'....Correction: My
Life.
It is very difficult. Like Ninja Gaiden or Communism. It's so stressful, like....LIKE IT'S freaking STRESSFUL, OKAY!?
Calm down! Stay focused.
Mediocrity. Slavery. Abominable Snowman. Forgotten. Win. Remember. Not again.
I stopped, dead in my tracks. HIM.....
"YOU!!!!!!" I yelled, holding my hands up like a Frankenstein's Monster or a Muppet.
My legs felt watery, Like I was making my way across the desert. There's plenty of water there.
KILL!
Why?
I SAID SO!
Okay...sure.
I rushed at a box and knocked it and the long balloon light tubes it contained crashing to the floor in a horrible display of confetti shaped arrow tips.
I get it now!
"BABIES COME FROM VAGINAS!"
I finally found my way outside into the cold air. Feeling it on my bare skin felt refreshing, like the weight of the world had just landed like a meteor on my shoulders. But I was cool with that. I'm THE EXTREMIST GODDAMMIT, I can do whatever the hell I need to be able to do.
I ran out into the street, barely paying attention to the bright lights and agonizing horns and belching tires along with all that plastic and aluminum headed for me.
Damn, Pirates.
I'm gonna have to fly away!!!! Paris, NO! Belgum, the Pirates would never find me there.
RED LIGHT!
