Post by PJ on Dec 14, 2005 5:21:40 GMT -5
Entry Two
First of all, we will follow Ennui, who was at the moment, standing in the residence section of a huge site known as Wikipedia, a site that was a information base of sorts…if you looked hard enough, you could find any information you wanted.
It was not information, however, that brought Ennui to Wikipedia, but it was Jemima, who, apparently, possessed quite a talent in manipulating the Code. He was thinking of how he would tell her what she was.
You show prowess in Code-Manipulation. I will now take you to the ancient and almost destroyed Order of the Intelecteers, where you will learn how to use the Code, and how to wield a lightsaber. Also, the Emperor will probably try and kill you.
Yeah, he was going to be a bit more subtle than that. He had to do it in a shocking, mysterious way. But how? First he had to find her. He closed his eyes, and felt for the Code around him. He had never been particularly skilled at using the Code, preferring his blade, but he knew enough. She was in that house, over there.
He climbed onto the porch, and knocked on the door, drawing his cloak around him for effect. It was good if others thought them to be omnipotent and mysterious; a reputation was quite a powerful tool, when used correctly. So it was only by habit that Ennui was in the “mysterious stranger” cloak. But still.
The door opened, and a young woman stood there.
“Hello. Who are you?” She seemed polite enough.
“I am Ennui.” He said, and entered. Jemima seemed confused and frightened.
“Uh, what is your reason for coming?”
“I have come, Jemima, to fulfil your destiny.” She seemed scared now. He was over-doing the mysterious thing, he realised.
“Jemima, there is no need to be afraid. I am an Intelecteer.” Her eyes widened as she heard the word. Every child dreamt of being recruited by the Intelecteers. Well, they had. Darth Derik’s rule over the Internet had cut down the amount of the Intelecteers quite a bit. They had seemingly disappeared; nowadays, most thought them legends.
Before Ennui could say anything further, one of the walls of Jemima’s house seemed to explode. A hail of dust and concrete bits hit the pair, and Ennui tackled Jemima to the floor. The recruiting would have to wait.
As the smoke cleared, a dark figure stood amongst the rubble ominously, a purple lightsaber gleaming in his hand. Ennui swore.
“Well, well, well.” PJ said, grinning smugly as he stepped into view.
“I wasn’t expecting you two to be here…I felt the Code and…” He stopped, realising that he was telling them his intentions*.
*This should only be done after the protagonist has been captured and tied onto a slowly lowering pole above a mutant-shark pit. Angry flesh eating ant-eaters work fine, too.
Ennui leapt up, his blue saber already blazing.
“Go!” He yelled at Jemima, who seemed to be too shell-shocked to do anything*.
*How would you feel if your living room wall exploded and the emperor of the entire Internet stepped over the rubble, holding a lightsaber, just after a total stranger entered your house uninvited?
PJ struck, and Ennui parried the blow aside.
“If I recall correctly, the last time we fought, I defeated and imprisoned you, and then left you to die on one of my ships that was set on self-destruct?”
Ennui whirled, slicing downwards, and was blocked again by PJ. Both of them knew this battle wouldn’t last long…PJ’s prowess in the Code would end the fight before Ennui’s superior blade skills could do much.
“Actually, the last time we fought, it ended with your master being banned, and then you running away in terror?”
PJ grimaced, and sent a blast of Code at Ennui, hurtling him across the room.
“I tend to avoid fights I cannot win.” He said, and then turned to Jemima.
“No!” Ennui shouted, and threw his lightsaber at PJ. The Haxx0r lord deftly caught it in his gloved hand. Jemima, who was trying to crawl away – she had hurt her leg in the blast – screamed as he raised the lightsaber, and hurtled it straight at her.
Ennui’s sword struck true, pinning the poor girl to her kitchen wall. The Intelecteer ran to her side, and took his sword from her. She was dead. He turned to PJ, who was leaning against the wall.
“People die.” He said, and Ennui started towards him, yelling in rage.
But he was interrupted. By a com-piece attached to his belt.
“Warning!” Dante’s voice came over the radio loud and clear. Ennui halted in his tracks, and waited for the message. PJ listened intently.
“I am under attack! By…by Amber!” Ennui glanced at PJ, who straightened at the news. Last Ennui had heard, the Intelecteer Amber was being tortured and experimented by Darth Derik. Had PJ finally found out how to use her as a weapon?
The expression on PJ’s face said no.
“She’s far too powerful…Linda is dead. Amber killed her. I need desperate help…I cannot hold her here. Come to Ebaums World as quickly as possible.” The transmission ended.
PJ seemed relieved.
“We shall fight another day, Ennui.” He blasted Ennui over into another wall for good measure, and then left, running towards his personal spaceship, whilst telling all the nearby troops to go to Ebaums World, and to capture the Rogue Intelecteer. He was going to re-capture her, come hell or high water!
Ennui disentangled himself from the wall. Coughing, he reached for his com-piece.
“Darth PJ has attacked me. Jemima is also dead. He’s coming for you, Dante! Watch out. I’m also coming.”
“No. She’s gone. She escaped…we fought…she…went. PJ’s coming, you say? I’d better make myself scarce, then. We’ll deal with him another day.” He sounded tired. Ennui sighed, and picked himself up. He would call the authorities, so that Jemima could have a proper funeral, and then he would go. He was tired, and in pain. And she was dead.
As to what Dante’s side of the story contains…you already know how it ends. But because a lone ending is usually confusing, and most certainly unsatisfying to read, I will recount the entire experience.
Dante was landing. The Training Centre for the new recruits* was on Ebaum’s World. Ebaum, the mad dictator of the site, spent his time spouting random nonsense, and generally making people uncomfortable by thinking up stupid and inconvenient laws that they had to abide. The site officially belonged to the Emperor, though he let Ebaum rule as he saw fit. The site was big, and had a large population, so Derik had decided that a forceful-takeover would waste too much of the Empire’s resources, so he let Ebaum stay, on the condition that he pledge allegiance to the Empire. Ebaum, mad as he was, wasn’t a complete idiot, and agreed; the only thing between him and death was the inconvenience of having to invade the large site.
*There had been some debate over the question of having all the recruits in one spot. This made the chance of them being found by PJ greater (the concentration of Code was larger) and, if the Emperor did happen to find the new recruits, he could slaughter them all in one go. In defence, three Intelecteers stood a better chance of surviving than one, and it was more convenient to have them all in one spot, but the debate had raged on for several days, until Antenora had finally folded to the majority of Ennui and Dante. She still resented it, and had boycotted their weekly poker game. Ennui and Dante, acting quickly, had played chess instead. After seven-hours of gruelling playing, Dante had decided to- wait a minute, what the hell do you care about some chess game? On with the story.
The Training Centre was a large brick building, disguised as…a large brick building. No one here was too loyal to the Empire, so secrecy wasn’t really needed. When Dante arrived, he found that Orangey and Snicketface had gone out. Good. That would make it easier to concentrate in his single lesson with Linda. Today…today he would teach her how to manipulate people using mind-tricks. It wasn’t entirely moral, sure, but it was necessary sometimes to get information out of people. He trusted Linda the most; the others were too…boisterous. Happy. Linda was calm and collected. She rarely showed any extreme emotions, and was a good learner. She would be a good Intelecteer, one day.
She was waiting for him in the training area.
“Hello, Dante.” She said, smiling pleasantly. Predictably, and repetitively, the attack came suddenly, and with a cool explosion*.
*If you have even the slightest ability of literary observation, you will notice that my stories contain a lot of explosions. They, uh, reflect my…uh…dramatic personality. And they’re really, really cool.
Boom! The roof exploded. The EXPLOSION rained chunks of concrete down on the hapless Intelecteers; they, as relatively normal citizens, were not used to their roofs EXPLODING, but Dante, who was more experienced with EXPLOSIONS, having caused, and suffered quite a few EXPLOSIONS, reacted quickly to the EXPLOSION, holding off some of the avalanche (caused by the EXPLOSION) with the Code, using the rest to shove* Linda out of the EXPLOSIONS…uh…EXPLOSION radius.
*Sigh. Any normal person would be admiring the pure EXPLOSIVENESS of that cool EXPLOSION. But not Dante, oh no, he has to go saving people. Explosion is such a cool word. EXPLOSION. BOOM! Heh. You gotta love it.
A dark figure* dropped down from the enormous hole in the roof that the EXPLOSION had caused, landing with a light thud next to Dante.
*Yes, yes, the “dark figure” thing is over-used, I know. And I’ll quit with the EXPLOSIONS in capital, now. Even though they ARE awesome. Boom.
Throwing the debris out of the way, Dante’s red lightsaber lit up. PJ* had found their base. He swung, but some…force hurled him clean across the hall. Yes, clean the freaking hall.
*Who else could it be? Well, you and I know, but, at the time, it was the simplest explanation.
Dante landed hard. Very hard. Nearly cracked a rib. He had dropped his lightsaber on his one way flight, and it lay somewhere off in the corner. The Code that had hurled him…it was far too powerful for PJ. BSam? No, he was on their side. Or was he?
Linda struck from behind with her orange lightsaber. Amber* stepped aside, and Linda’s blade passed right by her. Calmly, she reached back, yanked the sword out of Linda’s hands, reversed it, and impaled its owner in one neat motion. She moaned, seemingly surprised by what she had done.
*Yes, the dust had cleared, and Dante had gasped as he recognized his former friend and ally, and all that.
Dante had, of course, been sneaking up on her all this time, and he struck once more, and, to his complete and utter surprise, the lightsaber hilt was crushed in his hand*. The beam died away instantly. His weapon was useless.
*Now, as you may or may not know, the beam of a lightsaber is one of the hardest things there is. The grip, or hilt of a lightsaber, is perhaps the second hardest thing there is. Now, when I say Amber crushed it into the size of a cube, I mean, that’s like a baby juggling a pair of semi-trailers. The Code had its limits, and Amber was clearly surpassing them. Before, she had been good. Now, she was crazy strong.
Dante stared in disbelief at his weapon, and was, once again, flung half-way across the hall. This time, however, he did crack a rib. Or two. He yelled in pain as Amber, looking incredibly crazed and dishevelled, turned and ran, smashing clean through the sturdy brick wall with her fist. The last thing Dante saw of her was her dark, unnaturally dark eyes. They were like oceans of darkness. Just completely black. Now, Dante wasn’t scared by much. As things went, Dante was, in a word, fearless. He could most likely kill any creature that came across his path. Besides, he wasn’t afraid of death. He was pretty high up on the food chain of the entire Internet. But those eyes…they creeped him out.
Dante pulled the com-piece from his belt, and stood up.
“Warning! I am under attack! By…by Amber!” He yelled, starting after her. His cracked ribs didn’t help, so he pretty much dragged himself across the hall. When he reached the hole Amber had made, he slumped down onto the wall. No way was he going to catch her, not in this state.
Ennui’s voice crackled over the transmitter.
“Darth PJ has attacked me. Jemima is also dead. He’s coming for you, Dante! Watch out. I’m also coming.” Dante sighed.
“No. She’s gone. She escaped…we fought…she…went. PJ’s coming, you say? I’d better make myself scarce, then. We’ll deal with him another day.” He stood, and groaned. He would have to warn Snicketface and Orangey Twixet. And get some medical attention. And some sleep. He needed sleep…he fell to the floor, unconscious.
PJ's Musings:
Eh, this one was ok. A few nifty bits, but a tad tedious, methinks.
First of all, we will follow Ennui, who was at the moment, standing in the residence section of a huge site known as Wikipedia, a site that was a information base of sorts…if you looked hard enough, you could find any information you wanted.
It was not information, however, that brought Ennui to Wikipedia, but it was Jemima, who, apparently, possessed quite a talent in manipulating the Code. He was thinking of how he would tell her what she was.
You show prowess in Code-Manipulation. I will now take you to the ancient and almost destroyed Order of the Intelecteers, where you will learn how to use the Code, and how to wield a lightsaber. Also, the Emperor will probably try and kill you.
Yeah, he was going to be a bit more subtle than that. He had to do it in a shocking, mysterious way. But how? First he had to find her. He closed his eyes, and felt for the Code around him. He had never been particularly skilled at using the Code, preferring his blade, but he knew enough. She was in that house, over there.
He climbed onto the porch, and knocked on the door, drawing his cloak around him for effect. It was good if others thought them to be omnipotent and mysterious; a reputation was quite a powerful tool, when used correctly. So it was only by habit that Ennui was in the “mysterious stranger” cloak. But still.
The door opened, and a young woman stood there.
“Hello. Who are you?” She seemed polite enough.
“I am Ennui.” He said, and entered. Jemima seemed confused and frightened.
“Uh, what is your reason for coming?”
“I have come, Jemima, to fulfil your destiny.” She seemed scared now. He was over-doing the mysterious thing, he realised.
“Jemima, there is no need to be afraid. I am an Intelecteer.” Her eyes widened as she heard the word. Every child dreamt of being recruited by the Intelecteers. Well, they had. Darth Derik’s rule over the Internet had cut down the amount of the Intelecteers quite a bit. They had seemingly disappeared; nowadays, most thought them legends.
Before Ennui could say anything further, one of the walls of Jemima’s house seemed to explode. A hail of dust and concrete bits hit the pair, and Ennui tackled Jemima to the floor. The recruiting would have to wait.
As the smoke cleared, a dark figure stood amongst the rubble ominously, a purple lightsaber gleaming in his hand. Ennui swore.
“Well, well, well.” PJ said, grinning smugly as he stepped into view.
“I wasn’t expecting you two to be here…I felt the Code and…” He stopped, realising that he was telling them his intentions*.
*This should only be done after the protagonist has been captured and tied onto a slowly lowering pole above a mutant-shark pit. Angry flesh eating ant-eaters work fine, too.
Ennui leapt up, his blue saber already blazing.
“Go!” He yelled at Jemima, who seemed to be too shell-shocked to do anything*.
*How would you feel if your living room wall exploded and the emperor of the entire Internet stepped over the rubble, holding a lightsaber, just after a total stranger entered your house uninvited?
PJ struck, and Ennui parried the blow aside.
“If I recall correctly, the last time we fought, I defeated and imprisoned you, and then left you to die on one of my ships that was set on self-destruct?”
Ennui whirled, slicing downwards, and was blocked again by PJ. Both of them knew this battle wouldn’t last long…PJ’s prowess in the Code would end the fight before Ennui’s superior blade skills could do much.
“Actually, the last time we fought, it ended with your master being banned, and then you running away in terror?”
PJ grimaced, and sent a blast of Code at Ennui, hurtling him across the room.
“I tend to avoid fights I cannot win.” He said, and then turned to Jemima.
“No!” Ennui shouted, and threw his lightsaber at PJ. The Haxx0r lord deftly caught it in his gloved hand. Jemima, who was trying to crawl away – she had hurt her leg in the blast – screamed as he raised the lightsaber, and hurtled it straight at her.
Ennui’s sword struck true, pinning the poor girl to her kitchen wall. The Intelecteer ran to her side, and took his sword from her. She was dead. He turned to PJ, who was leaning against the wall.
“People die.” He said, and Ennui started towards him, yelling in rage.
But he was interrupted. By a com-piece attached to his belt.
“Warning!” Dante’s voice came over the radio loud and clear. Ennui halted in his tracks, and waited for the message. PJ listened intently.
“I am under attack! By…by Amber!” Ennui glanced at PJ, who straightened at the news. Last Ennui had heard, the Intelecteer Amber was being tortured and experimented by Darth Derik. Had PJ finally found out how to use her as a weapon?
The expression on PJ’s face said no.
“She’s far too powerful…Linda is dead. Amber killed her. I need desperate help…I cannot hold her here. Come to Ebaums World as quickly as possible.” The transmission ended.
PJ seemed relieved.
“We shall fight another day, Ennui.” He blasted Ennui over into another wall for good measure, and then left, running towards his personal spaceship, whilst telling all the nearby troops to go to Ebaums World, and to capture the Rogue Intelecteer. He was going to re-capture her, come hell or high water!
Ennui disentangled himself from the wall. Coughing, he reached for his com-piece.
“Darth PJ has attacked me. Jemima is also dead. He’s coming for you, Dante! Watch out. I’m also coming.”
“No. She’s gone. She escaped…we fought…she…went. PJ’s coming, you say? I’d better make myself scarce, then. We’ll deal with him another day.” He sounded tired. Ennui sighed, and picked himself up. He would call the authorities, so that Jemima could have a proper funeral, and then he would go. He was tired, and in pain. And she was dead.
As to what Dante’s side of the story contains…you already know how it ends. But because a lone ending is usually confusing, and most certainly unsatisfying to read, I will recount the entire experience.
Dante was landing. The Training Centre for the new recruits* was on Ebaum’s World. Ebaum, the mad dictator of the site, spent his time spouting random nonsense, and generally making people uncomfortable by thinking up stupid and inconvenient laws that they had to abide. The site officially belonged to the Emperor, though he let Ebaum rule as he saw fit. The site was big, and had a large population, so Derik had decided that a forceful-takeover would waste too much of the Empire’s resources, so he let Ebaum stay, on the condition that he pledge allegiance to the Empire. Ebaum, mad as he was, wasn’t a complete idiot, and agreed; the only thing between him and death was the inconvenience of having to invade the large site.
*There had been some debate over the question of having all the recruits in one spot. This made the chance of them being found by PJ greater (the concentration of Code was larger) and, if the Emperor did happen to find the new recruits, he could slaughter them all in one go. In defence, three Intelecteers stood a better chance of surviving than one, and it was more convenient to have them all in one spot, but the debate had raged on for several days, until Antenora had finally folded to the majority of Ennui and Dante. She still resented it, and had boycotted their weekly poker game. Ennui and Dante, acting quickly, had played chess instead. After seven-hours of gruelling playing, Dante had decided to- wait a minute, what the hell do you care about some chess game? On with the story.
The Training Centre was a large brick building, disguised as…a large brick building. No one here was too loyal to the Empire, so secrecy wasn’t really needed. When Dante arrived, he found that Orangey and Snicketface had gone out. Good. That would make it easier to concentrate in his single lesson with Linda. Today…today he would teach her how to manipulate people using mind-tricks. It wasn’t entirely moral, sure, but it was necessary sometimes to get information out of people. He trusted Linda the most; the others were too…boisterous. Happy. Linda was calm and collected. She rarely showed any extreme emotions, and was a good learner. She would be a good Intelecteer, one day.
She was waiting for him in the training area.
“Hello, Dante.” She said, smiling pleasantly. Predictably, and repetitively, the attack came suddenly, and with a cool explosion*.
*If you have even the slightest ability of literary observation, you will notice that my stories contain a lot of explosions. They, uh, reflect my…uh…dramatic personality. And they’re really, really cool.
Boom! The roof exploded. The EXPLOSION rained chunks of concrete down on the hapless Intelecteers; they, as relatively normal citizens, were not used to their roofs EXPLODING, but Dante, who was more experienced with EXPLOSIONS, having caused, and suffered quite a few EXPLOSIONS, reacted quickly to the EXPLOSION, holding off some of the avalanche (caused by the EXPLOSION) with the Code, using the rest to shove* Linda out of the EXPLOSIONS…uh…EXPLOSION radius.
*Sigh. Any normal person would be admiring the pure EXPLOSIVENESS of that cool EXPLOSION. But not Dante, oh no, he has to go saving people. Explosion is such a cool word. EXPLOSION. BOOM! Heh. You gotta love it.
A dark figure* dropped down from the enormous hole in the roof that the EXPLOSION had caused, landing with a light thud next to Dante.
*Yes, yes, the “dark figure” thing is over-used, I know. And I’ll quit with the EXPLOSIONS in capital, now. Even though they ARE awesome. Boom.
Throwing the debris out of the way, Dante’s red lightsaber lit up. PJ* had found their base. He swung, but some…force hurled him clean across the hall. Yes, clean the freaking hall.
*Who else could it be? Well, you and I know, but, at the time, it was the simplest explanation.
Dante landed hard. Very hard. Nearly cracked a rib. He had dropped his lightsaber on his one way flight, and it lay somewhere off in the corner. The Code that had hurled him…it was far too powerful for PJ. BSam? No, he was on their side. Or was he?
Linda struck from behind with her orange lightsaber. Amber* stepped aside, and Linda’s blade passed right by her. Calmly, she reached back, yanked the sword out of Linda’s hands, reversed it, and impaled its owner in one neat motion. She moaned, seemingly surprised by what she had done.
*Yes, the dust had cleared, and Dante had gasped as he recognized his former friend and ally, and all that.
Dante had, of course, been sneaking up on her all this time, and he struck once more, and, to his complete and utter surprise, the lightsaber hilt was crushed in his hand*. The beam died away instantly. His weapon was useless.
*Now, as you may or may not know, the beam of a lightsaber is one of the hardest things there is. The grip, or hilt of a lightsaber, is perhaps the second hardest thing there is. Now, when I say Amber crushed it into the size of a cube, I mean, that’s like a baby juggling a pair of semi-trailers. The Code had its limits, and Amber was clearly surpassing them. Before, she had been good. Now, she was crazy strong.
Dante stared in disbelief at his weapon, and was, once again, flung half-way across the hall. This time, however, he did crack a rib. Or two. He yelled in pain as Amber, looking incredibly crazed and dishevelled, turned and ran, smashing clean through the sturdy brick wall with her fist. The last thing Dante saw of her was her dark, unnaturally dark eyes. They were like oceans of darkness. Just completely black. Now, Dante wasn’t scared by much. As things went, Dante was, in a word, fearless. He could most likely kill any creature that came across his path. Besides, he wasn’t afraid of death. He was pretty high up on the food chain of the entire Internet. But those eyes…they creeped him out.
Dante pulled the com-piece from his belt, and stood up.
“Warning! I am under attack! By…by Amber!” He yelled, starting after her. His cracked ribs didn’t help, so he pretty much dragged himself across the hall. When he reached the hole Amber had made, he slumped down onto the wall. No way was he going to catch her, not in this state.
Ennui’s voice crackled over the transmitter.
“Darth PJ has attacked me. Jemima is also dead. He’s coming for you, Dante! Watch out. I’m also coming.” Dante sighed.
“No. She’s gone. She escaped…we fought…she…went. PJ’s coming, you say? I’d better make myself scarce, then. We’ll deal with him another day.” He stood, and groaned. He would have to warn Snicketface and Orangey Twixet. And get some medical attention. And some sleep. He needed sleep…he fell to the floor, unconscious.
PJ's Musings:
Eh, this one was ok. A few nifty bits, but a tad tedious, methinks.