I really should not spell things wrong and mess up stuff
I mean to put in the title below (Mystery part 5. now six. Im working on six tonight.) HOLY FREAKING MONKEY! You don't know it but i just mispelt like all the words and messed up on a lot of stuff in this one post! Good thing God created the Delete Key on keyboards.
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Mystery Part 6... is down one post.
SO you get to listen to me blabber. Note: your cool word is "blabber", or better yet, "blabber mouth." Well you get to listen to me say some stuff. First off, if you have any questions on the mystery, for i know that I talk about something that you know nothing about and that i should've explained, but didnt. If you have any questions, please E-mail me (roygbiv90@hotmail.com or royjtorg@gmail.com) or if you are on my MSN list, just instant message me. With that said, I will talk about the grand message that Pete gave tonight. It was right on time for me. I mean I am almost done with the book of Job, and he talked about it. It is one of the best books in the Bible that I've read, and I've read a lot. I might just finish Job tonight. I'm on chapter 35 so i might finny. Now you get to listen to me grumble cakes about school. One thing that is bugging me is that my teacher is saying less then he actually means. Maybe I'm just confused and missed something, but I wouldn't be the only one if i did cause some of my classmates agree with me. See this teacher, in his class we make a T-shirt, etch a design into glass, cut a design into plexy glass, and it's a fun time. Well anywhos, he is talking about the T-shirts(good thing i proofread this) and nothing else, and he says this, you can make any design on your TSHIRT except drugs, weopons, and bands. Now im cool with that. But he is talking about T-Shirts and nothing else, and he didnt say any limitation on the plexy glass except the size. Well i had a band logo that was a perfect size piece, and my teacher figures out it's a band, and he docks me ten points. (it was worth 30 points so that was a lot). Now i have an A in that class so it doesn't really matter. But he was talking about the T-Shirts. No where did he say the words "Plexy Glass". he wasn't even talking about the plexy glass taht day. So maybe I was suppose to figure it out, but like i said a lot of my classmates heard the same thing i did. Oh well. I have an A in that class anyways. Well enough about that. I just needed to get that out. I feel better now. Well I might work on Part seven for you all. I'm going to have to change that little thing about reading that one post "Mystery?!?" soon cause it will be going into archives soon. Well by my people, but not without some Words of Wisdomness: Beware of teh words "Error on page." when it is at the bottom left hand corner of your screen. For some reason that is right there now. Ok here is your real Words of Wisdomness: "The bird does not sing because it has to answer. It sings because it has a song." ~Chinese Proverb. Never ever try to make a better translation of a Chinese Proverb. I just tried that and it didn't work to well. But I think that you get the picture, and I do too. Have a lovely night/day/afternoon/evening. the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the that that that that that that that that that that that the the the of the the the that that that that.
SO you get to listen to me blabber. Note: your cool word is "blabber", or better yet, "blabber mouth." Well you get to listen to me say some stuff. First off, if you have any questions on the mystery, for i know that I talk about something that you know nothing about and that i should've explained, but didnt. If you have any questions, please E-mail me (roygbiv90@hotmail.com or royjtorg@gmail.com) or if you are on my MSN list, just instant message me. With that said, I will talk about the grand message that Pete gave tonight. It was right on time for me. I mean I am almost done with the book of Job, and he talked about it. It is one of the best books in the Bible that I've read, and I've read a lot. I might just finish Job tonight. I'm on chapter 35 so i might finny. Now you get to listen to me grumble cakes about school. One thing that is bugging me is that my teacher is saying less then he actually means. Maybe I'm just confused and missed something, but I wouldn't be the only one if i did cause some of my classmates agree with me. See this teacher, in his class we make a T-shirt, etch a design into glass, cut a design into plexy glass, and it's a fun time. Well anywhos, he is talking about the T-shirts(good thing i proofread this) and nothing else, and he says this, you can make any design on your TSHIRT except drugs, weopons, and bands. Now im cool with that. But he is talking about T-Shirts and nothing else, and he didnt say any limitation on the plexy glass except the size. Well i had a band logo that was a perfect size piece, and my teacher figures out it's a band, and he docks me ten points. (it was worth 30 points so that was a lot). Now i have an A in that class so it doesn't really matter. But he was talking about the T-Shirts. No where did he say the words "Plexy Glass". he wasn't even talking about the plexy glass taht day. So maybe I was suppose to figure it out, but like i said a lot of my classmates heard the same thing i did. Oh well. I have an A in that class anyways. Well enough about that. I just needed to get that out. I feel better now. Well I might work on Part seven for you all. I'm going to have to change that little thing about reading that one post "Mystery?!?" soon cause it will be going into archives soon. Well by my people, but not without some Words of Wisdomness: Beware of teh words "Error on page." when it is at the bottom left hand corner of your screen. For some reason that is right there now. Ok here is your real Words of Wisdomness: "The bird does not sing because it has to answer. It sings because it has a song." ~Chinese Proverb. Never ever try to make a better translation of a Chinese Proverb. I just tried that and it didn't work to well. But I think that you get the picture, and I do too. Have a lovely night/day/afternoon/evening. the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the that that that that that that that that that that that the the the of the the the that that that that.
Mystery Part Five.
Please before reading this, read the post named “Mystery?!?” and the Mysteries in order. This will make a lot more sense if you do.
Sorry about the wait. I was caught up in one of my favorite N64 Games, Destruction Derby 64. I love that game. We should get married! But I've been playing that, while part 5 is collecting dust on my computer hard drive. I hope to finish the mystery in under 25 parts. I shall work on part six tonight after church. Before it is tomorrow, here is part 5:
Jeffery Sickleson. Old Jeff. I knew him in college. He was the life of the party. Not only the life of the party, but gifted. He could stay up the night before a big test, and he would party, but he would get an A on the test. Seemed like you could never stump him. He was by best friend. I had many friends in college, and so did he. But we he was my true best friend, and I was his. After college, he kinda just disappeared. He left me a note. It had said he was going to seek fortune. He must have found it… but he had lost it in a moment because of it. I didn’t just know him in college, but I grew up with him. We never said that we would part. We both passed high school and went to the same college. He wasn’t always “gifted.” He obtained it in college. I wish he hadn’t died… especially only at the age of 33.
“I remember Jeff,” said Daisy, “he had been an owner of a popular club in Texas. He had hired me as a waitress there. He knew all of his employees very well. He took them out to lunch and would help you with any problem you had. At the time I had a boyfriend. He was a thief. I wanted to break up with him, but was afraid to tell him. I brought my problem to Jeff, and he said he would tell him for me. I told Jeff I would appreciate it. I brought my boyfriend to the club and Jeff sat down with him and had a drink. I slipped away saying I was going to the ladies room, but really I watched behind a fake plant. I couldn’t hear, but I saw my boyfriend get angry and he left. The next day when Jeff went to open up the club, his club was demolished. I was helping him open up the club so I saw it too and knew that it was my boyfriend. We found a note saying that if Jeff didn’t leave in a week, he would be demolished. So Jeff packed his bags and high-tailed it on out of there. I never saw him since. I knew him a little over a year.”
“I have my own story about him; and about someone else in this room.” Said Holland, “I knew old Jeff for a year. We were partners along with one other person. Though I was young and only 19 at the time, he accepted me as a partner. I was a gifted child I guess you would say. And still only 23, I know a lot, if not everything about the business we were going into. We were going to start a high technical business. It was going to be as large as Sony®. We were in the planning stages, but all of a sudden, Jeff got a strange note. It was not signed. It had said that we should stop the planning and forget about it. We were almost done when we received this, but Jeff decided to quit. The next day the other partner and I went to his apartment and was told that he had paid his rent and left. I mentioned the other partner. Would that person like to reveal yourself?”
“Yes,” we heard Kris say, “My story is the same as his. Jeff was more then a partner, but a true friend to us. Like Daisy said, he would help us with anything. We were very close to him.”
“And that is when he moved to Starsgale, I presume” said Chuck, who had been quiet all this time. “He was in the same business that I am in. I heard of him taking his life, but didn’t believe it. We were partners. The money in this town is odd. It is in the sewers of this town. In the old Trache sewers we found that there is an unidentified mineral. Scientists have been studying it for years, but not as much as Jeff and I have. When I heard that he took his life, I didn’t believe it until I saw his body at the funeral. I thought that maybe this mineral had some sort of thing that could mess with the brain if you were around it too much. I thought that that had happened to Jeff. I studied the mineral further, and discovered its contents. It was not man made. The contents were made of unidentified elements. We are still not sure what these elements can do, but Jeff and I figured out that it could fuel a car for a lifetime, or power the United States for an eternity. I don’t know why, but the less energy an object needs to be powered, the faster the mineral burns up. That’s all I know about the mineral. I have no clue of its disadvantages.”
“And you Mr. Slanders,” asked Slitwit, “how do you know Jeffery Sickleson?”
“All I wish to share is that I knew him.” I said. I didn’t want them to know Jeff’s deepest and darkest secret.
This is the end of the long part 5.
Characters:
If you need a reminder how each character knows Jeff, this is the section to look in.
Please before reading this, read the post named “Mystery?!?” and the Mysteries in order. This will make a lot more sense if you do.
Sorry about the wait. I was caught up in one of my favorite N64 Games, Destruction Derby 64. I love that game. We should get married! But I've been playing that, while part 5 is collecting dust on my computer hard drive. I hope to finish the mystery in under 25 parts. I shall work on part six tonight after church. Before it is tomorrow, here is part 5:
Jeffery Sickleson. Old Jeff. I knew him in college. He was the life of the party. Not only the life of the party, but gifted. He could stay up the night before a big test, and he would party, but he would get an A on the test. Seemed like you could never stump him. He was by best friend. I had many friends in college, and so did he. But we he was my true best friend, and I was his. After college, he kinda just disappeared. He left me a note. It had said he was going to seek fortune. He must have found it… but he had lost it in a moment because of it. I didn’t just know him in college, but I grew up with him. We never said that we would part. We both passed high school and went to the same college. He wasn’t always “gifted.” He obtained it in college. I wish he hadn’t died… especially only at the age of 33.
“I remember Jeff,” said Daisy, “he had been an owner of a popular club in Texas. He had hired me as a waitress there. He knew all of his employees very well. He took them out to lunch and would help you with any problem you had. At the time I had a boyfriend. He was a thief. I wanted to break up with him, but was afraid to tell him. I brought my problem to Jeff, and he said he would tell him for me. I told Jeff I would appreciate it. I brought my boyfriend to the club and Jeff sat down with him and had a drink. I slipped away saying I was going to the ladies room, but really I watched behind a fake plant. I couldn’t hear, but I saw my boyfriend get angry and he left. The next day when Jeff went to open up the club, his club was demolished. I was helping him open up the club so I saw it too and knew that it was my boyfriend. We found a note saying that if Jeff didn’t leave in a week, he would be demolished. So Jeff packed his bags and high-tailed it on out of there. I never saw him since. I knew him a little over a year.”
“I have my own story about him; and about someone else in this room.” Said Holland, “I knew old Jeff for a year. We were partners along with one other person. Though I was young and only 19 at the time, he accepted me as a partner. I was a gifted child I guess you would say. And still only 23, I know a lot, if not everything about the business we were going into. We were going to start a high technical business. It was going to be as large as Sony®. We were in the planning stages, but all of a sudden, Jeff got a strange note. It was not signed. It had said that we should stop the planning and forget about it. We were almost done when we received this, but Jeff decided to quit. The next day the other partner and I went to his apartment and was told that he had paid his rent and left. I mentioned the other partner. Would that person like to reveal yourself?”
“Yes,” we heard Kris say, “My story is the same as his. Jeff was more then a partner, but a true friend to us. Like Daisy said, he would help us with anything. We were very close to him.”
“And that is when he moved to Starsgale, I presume” said Chuck, who had been quiet all this time. “He was in the same business that I am in. I heard of him taking his life, but didn’t believe it. We were partners. The money in this town is odd. It is in the sewers of this town. In the old Trache sewers we found that there is an unidentified mineral. Scientists have been studying it for years, but not as much as Jeff and I have. When I heard that he took his life, I didn’t believe it until I saw his body at the funeral. I thought that maybe this mineral had some sort of thing that could mess with the brain if you were around it too much. I thought that that had happened to Jeff. I studied the mineral further, and discovered its contents. It was not man made. The contents were made of unidentified elements. We are still not sure what these elements can do, but Jeff and I figured out that it could fuel a car for a lifetime, or power the United States for an eternity. I don’t know why, but the less energy an object needs to be powered, the faster the mineral burns up. That’s all I know about the mineral. I have no clue of its disadvantages.”
“And you Mr. Slanders,” asked Slitwit, “how do you know Jeffery Sickleson?”
“All I wish to share is that I knew him.” I said. I didn’t want them to know Jeff’s deepest and darkest secret.
This is the end of the long part 5.
Characters:
If you need a reminder how each character knows Jeff, this is the section to look in.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
Mystery Part Four.
Please read the post "Mystery ?!?" before reading any of these posts if you haven't already. This will make more sense if you do. Thank you.
Yeah, I just got it done. It's a little short, but enjoyable. I forgot what else i was going to say. I remember now. I don't think my blog is screwed up. I think my borther is crazy, but he's Crazy Destroyer. Here it is, Part 4.
“I have asked you all here for a reason,” said Slitwit, “you all have something in common, and yet you know nothing about each except names. You are here for one and one reason only. In my letter I talked about an old friend. Well that one friend has been killed. The cops say it was suicide, but I knew him too. I knew that he wouldn’t commit suicide. He couldn’t. One thing that puzzles me is why he was murdered if that is the case. Mr. Slanders, I saw you looking at a picture out there. It caught your eye didn’t it?”
“Yes, I did see it to be familiar. Who is it may I inquire?” said I.
“Ah, so none of you remember him?”
Everyone shook their head says that they had never seen him or that he looked familiar.
Mr. Slickwit said, “That is because only Mr. Slanders and I would know that he looked like that. The rest of you would know him by name and a different appearance. Mr. Jeffery Sickleson.” Thunder cracked in the background as he said that. Jeff. I knew him. Of course I should have known that it was he in the picture. That scar. I don’t remember him having a scar.
“How did he die?” I asked.
“He died when his car ran over a cliff. Reason why the authorities think suicide is because he was wealthy and had a driver, but that night he was driving himself, he was taking a road that he would never take, and there was a note.”
“What did the note say?” asked Holland.
“It was a suicide note in his handwriting, but something tells me that it was forced. The handwriting was sloppy, and as you know, Jeff had very neat handwriting. Another odd thing is that I searched the site and found that the police had missed something. I found footprints. I didn’t want to report it for I think that someone in the police had deliberately missed them.”
“That still leaves me with one question,” asked Kris, “why do we all need to be here?”
“We need to find out who did it, of course,” said Slitwit, “and I think that it may have been one of you.”
This is the end of section 4. It’s short but informative. I was pressuring myself to get this done so that’s a reason. Also I like cliff hangers.
Characters:
Jeffery Sickleson: dead person that everyone seems to know. Had a scar on his left hand.
Please read the post "Mystery ?!?" before reading any of these posts if you haven't already. This will make more sense if you do. Thank you.
Yeah, I just got it done. It's a little short, but enjoyable. I forgot what else i was going to say. I remember now. I don't think my blog is screwed up. I think my borther is crazy, but he's Crazy Destroyer. Here it is, Part 4.
“I have asked you all here for a reason,” said Slitwit, “you all have something in common, and yet you know nothing about each except names. You are here for one and one reason only. In my letter I talked about an old friend. Well that one friend has been killed. The cops say it was suicide, but I knew him too. I knew that he wouldn’t commit suicide. He couldn’t. One thing that puzzles me is why he was murdered if that is the case. Mr. Slanders, I saw you looking at a picture out there. It caught your eye didn’t it?”
“Yes, I did see it to be familiar. Who is it may I inquire?” said I.
“Ah, so none of you remember him?”
Everyone shook their head says that they had never seen him or that he looked familiar.
Mr. Slickwit said, “That is because only Mr. Slanders and I would know that he looked like that. The rest of you would know him by name and a different appearance. Mr. Jeffery Sickleson.” Thunder cracked in the background as he said that. Jeff. I knew him. Of course I should have known that it was he in the picture. That scar. I don’t remember him having a scar.
“How did he die?” I asked.
“He died when his car ran over a cliff. Reason why the authorities think suicide is because he was wealthy and had a driver, but that night he was driving himself, he was taking a road that he would never take, and there was a note.”
“What did the note say?” asked Holland.
“It was a suicide note in his handwriting, but something tells me that it was forced. The handwriting was sloppy, and as you know, Jeff had very neat handwriting. Another odd thing is that I searched the site and found that the police had missed something. I found footprints. I didn’t want to report it for I think that someone in the police had deliberately missed them.”
“That still leaves me with one question,” asked Kris, “why do we all need to be here?”
“We need to find out who did it, of course,” said Slitwit, “and I think that it may have been one of you.”
This is the end of section 4. It’s short but informative. I was pressuring myself to get this done so that’s a reason. Also I like cliff hangers.
Characters:
Jeffery Sickleson: dead person that everyone seems to know. Had a scar on his left hand.
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Report of blog screwing up.
I've had a report that on my blog that it uses some different letters of some sort on my blog after a certain point. But when he refreshed it it went back to normal. But then it happened to him again. So if it does do that... refresh the page i guess. Oh and my blog didn't get expanded by the last post. So that is happy day. Well im done. You can expect part 4 tomorrow.
I've had a report that on my blog that it uses some different letters of some sort on my blog after a certain point. But when he refreshed it it went back to normal. But then it happened to him again. So if it does do that... refresh the page i guess. Oh and my blog didn't get expanded by the last post. So that is happy day. Well im done. You can expect part 4 tomorrow.
Friday, April 23, 2004
Mystery Part Three.
Again please read the post "Mystery?!?". This will make a lot more sense.
Hey I said i would meet my deadline. Sorry bout it being 40 minutes before my deadline to be over. I had a lot going on. First i had to get a haircut. That was nice. Then I had to do the dishes and feed the doggy. And after this i went to my friends house for his birfday party. That was fun. We played some lazer tag and some game with a ball and throwing it over a roof and the other side tries to catch it and if they did they run over and hit the other side, and the side that threw it had to run around the shed before they hit us. yeah it was fun. Then we had a lot of pop and some ice cream cake :). SO here i am and I have part three done. Part three introduces you to a lot of characters. I got this done last night at the last second so you get it now. you might get part four if i start and finish it tomorrow. Well enough of my babbling. Part three:
Section 3.
We pulled up to the door, I started to take my bags out, “You can just leave your bags in the truck, we will not be staying here for the night” said Chuck.
We went up to the door and I rang the doorbell… or at least I was about to, but then someone opened the door. It was a butler. “You are expected Jacob and Charles,” said he. “Follow me.”
We followed him down a hall. The hall had lots of old paintings of people, who I did not know… though one caught my eye. The guy looked suspiciously familiar. It wasn’t a painting like the rest either. It was as big as the rest, but was a modern photograph. The guy in the picture was dressed in a black suit, like one that a groom would wear. Another feature I noticed was that he had a scar on his left hand.
As we followed the butler down the hall we came to a room where a man was sitting. He was slim and pale. He was wearing a black top hat and black pants and black shirt. He looked to be about forty years old, and he had a scar along his right cheek.
“Gentlemen, I am expecting 3 more people,” he said “please make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?” He was pouring me some wine before I could even answer, of course I wouldn’t have denied a good drink. “It’s from the year 1895. Good year for wine.” Said he.
“I won’t take any. I’m not a drinker.” Said Chuck.
“So can you tell us why we are here Mr. Slitwit?” said I.
“I cannot tell you until the other guests arrive.”
DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! “And it seems that they have arrived.” Said he.
“I would like to present to you Mr. Holland Sivic, Miss Kris Slaint, and Miss Daisy Sopherson,” said the butler.
“Thank you Hoges” said Mr. Slitwit. The butler, Hoges, then went away. “Drink?” said Slitwit. They kindly declined. “Looks like it is just you and me Mr. Slanders.”
“Please call me Jacob.”
“I will refer to you all to your last names, as you will refer to me to my last name. You can refer to the other people in this room as they wish,” Said Mr. Slitwit.
“You can call me Jacob,” I said to the others.
“You can refer to me as Chuck.”
“Call me Holland,” said the man who looked to be about twenty. He was wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans. Despite his age, he sounded very sophisticated, and well mannered.
“Just call me Kris,” said a beautiful young girl to be about the same age as Holland. She wore glasses and she looked like a businesswoman and seemed quiet. One very odd thing that struck me was that she had a scar on her right arm. It was hard to see because it looked like she had applied make up on it.
“Y’all can just call me Daisy,” said the other girl who looked to be no older then 30. She had blonde hair, and had a Southern accent. She seemed a bit… peppy.
It is odd to me that so many people here and not here in person, such as the photograph, had scars on their body. But I suppose all people have secrets that they don’t want to be shared.
“Ok. Let’s get down to business.” Said Slitwit.
This is the end of section 3. Man that was long.
Characters… so many.
Holland Sivic: 20 years of age. Sophisticated. Wore tee shirt and blue jeans.
Kris Slant: 20 years old. Scar on arm. Businesswoman who is quiet.
Daisy Sopherson: Blonde. From the South. Peppy.
Hoges: thee butler. (does the butler do it?)
Jonathon Slitwit: Pale. Skinny. Forty years old. Scar on right cheek.
I think this may screw up my blog by making it wide so my links and stuff might be at the bottom again. I'm not sure yet though.
Again please read the post "Mystery?!?". This will make a lot more sense.
Hey I said i would meet my deadline. Sorry bout it being 40 minutes before my deadline to be over. I had a lot going on. First i had to get a haircut. That was nice. Then I had to do the dishes and feed the doggy. And after this i went to my friends house for his birfday party. That was fun. We played some lazer tag and some game with a ball and throwing it over a roof and the other side tries to catch it and if they did they run over and hit the other side, and the side that threw it had to run around the shed before they hit us. yeah it was fun. Then we had a lot of pop and some ice cream cake :). SO here i am and I have part three done. Part three introduces you to a lot of characters. I got this done last night at the last second so you get it now. you might get part four if i start and finish it tomorrow. Well enough of my babbling. Part three:
Section 3.
We pulled up to the door, I started to take my bags out, “You can just leave your bags in the truck, we will not be staying here for the night” said Chuck.
We went up to the door and I rang the doorbell… or at least I was about to, but then someone opened the door. It was a butler. “You are expected Jacob and Charles,” said he. “Follow me.”
We followed him down a hall. The hall had lots of old paintings of people, who I did not know… though one caught my eye. The guy looked suspiciously familiar. It wasn’t a painting like the rest either. It was as big as the rest, but was a modern photograph. The guy in the picture was dressed in a black suit, like one that a groom would wear. Another feature I noticed was that he had a scar on his left hand.
As we followed the butler down the hall we came to a room where a man was sitting. He was slim and pale. He was wearing a black top hat and black pants and black shirt. He looked to be about forty years old, and he had a scar along his right cheek.
“Gentlemen, I am expecting 3 more people,” he said “please make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?” He was pouring me some wine before I could even answer, of course I wouldn’t have denied a good drink. “It’s from the year 1895. Good year for wine.” Said he.
“I won’t take any. I’m not a drinker.” Said Chuck.
“So can you tell us why we are here Mr. Slitwit?” said I.
“I cannot tell you until the other guests arrive.”
DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! “And it seems that they have arrived.” Said he.
“I would like to present to you Mr. Holland Sivic, Miss Kris Slaint, and Miss Daisy Sopherson,” said the butler.
“Thank you Hoges” said Mr. Slitwit. The butler, Hoges, then went away. “Drink?” said Slitwit. They kindly declined. “Looks like it is just you and me Mr. Slanders.”
“Please call me Jacob.”
“I will refer to you all to your last names, as you will refer to me to my last name. You can refer to the other people in this room as they wish,” Said Mr. Slitwit.
“You can call me Jacob,” I said to the others.
“You can refer to me as Chuck.”
“Call me Holland,” said the man who looked to be about twenty. He was wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans. Despite his age, he sounded very sophisticated, and well mannered.
“Just call me Kris,” said a beautiful young girl to be about the same age as Holland. She wore glasses and she looked like a businesswoman and seemed quiet. One very odd thing that struck me was that she had a scar on her right arm. It was hard to see because it looked like she had applied make up on it.
“Y’all can just call me Daisy,” said the other girl who looked to be no older then 30. She had blonde hair, and had a Southern accent. She seemed a bit… peppy.
It is odd to me that so many people here and not here in person, such as the photograph, had scars on their body. But I suppose all people have secrets that they don’t want to be shared.
“Ok. Let’s get down to business.” Said Slitwit.
This is the end of section 3. Man that was long.
Characters… so many.
Holland Sivic: 20 years of age. Sophisticated. Wore tee shirt and blue jeans.
Kris Slant: 20 years old. Scar on arm. Businesswoman who is quiet.
Daisy Sopherson: Blonde. From the South. Peppy.
Hoges: thee butler. (does the butler do it?)
Jonathon Slitwit: Pale. Skinny. Forty years old. Scar on right cheek.
I think this may screw up my blog by making it wide so my links and stuff might be at the bottom again. I'm not sure yet though.
Mystery Part Three.
Again please read the post "Mystery?!?". This will make a lot more sense.
Hey I said i would meet my deadline. Sorry bout it being 40 minutes before my deadline to be over. I had a lot going on. First i had to get a haircut. That was nice. Then I had to do the dishes and feed the doggy. And after this i went to my friends house for his birfday party. That was fun. We played some lazer tag and some game with a ball and throwing it over a roof and the other side tries to catch it and if they did they run over and hit the other side, and the side that threw it had to run around the shed before they hit us. yeah it was fun. Then we had a lot of pop and some ice cream cake :). SO here i am and I have part three done. Part three introduces you to a lot of characters. I got this done last night at the last second so you get it now. you might get part four if i start and finish it tomorrow. Well enough of my babbling. Part three:
Section 3.
We pulled up to the door, I started to take my bags out, “You can just leave your bags in the truck, we will not be staying here for the night” said Chuck.
We went up to the door and I rang the doorbell… or at least I was about to, but then someone opened the door. It was a butler. “You are expected Jacob and Charles,” said he. “Follow me.”
We followed him down a hall. The hall had lots of old paintings of people, who I did not know… though one caught my eye. The guy looked suspiciously familiar. It wasn’t a painting like the rest either. It was as big as the rest, but was a modern photograph. The guy in the picture was dressed in a black suit, like one that a groom would wear. Another feature I noticed was that he had a scar on his left hand.
As we followed the butler down the hall we came to a room where a man was sitting. He was slim and pale. He was wearing a black top hat and black pants and black shirt. He looked to be about forty years old, and he had a scar along his right cheek.
“Gentlemen, I am expecting 3 more people,” he said “please make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?” He was pouring me some wine before I could even answer, of course I wouldn’t have denied a good drink. “It’s from the year 1895. Good year for wine.” Said he.
“I won’t take any. I’m not a drinker.” Said Chuck.
“So can you tell us why we are here Mr. Slitwit?” said I.
“I cannot tell you until the other guests arrive.”
DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! “And it seems that they have arrived.” Said he.
“I would like to present to you Mr. Holland Sivic, Mrs. Kris Slaint, and Mrs. Daisy Sopherson,” said the butler.
“Thank you Hoges” said Mr. Slitwit. The butler, Hoges, then went away. “Drink?” said Slitwit. They kindly declined. “Looks like it is just you and me Mr. Slanders.”
“Please call me Jacob.”
“I will refer to you all to your last names, as you will refer to me to my last name. You can refer to the other people in this room as they wish,” Said Mr. Slitwit.
“You can call me Jacob,” I said to the others.
“You can refer to me as Chuck.”
“Call me Holland,” said the man who looked to be about twenty. He was wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans. Despite his age, he sounded very sophisticated, and well mannered.
“Just call me Kris,” said a beautiful young girl to be about the same age as Holland. She wore glasses and she looked like a businesswoman and seemed quiet. One very odd thing that struck me was that she had a scar on her right arm. It was hard to see because it looked like she had applied make up on it.
“Y’all can just call me Daisy,” said the other girl who looked to be no older then 30. She had blonde hair, and had a Southern accent. She seemed a bit… peppy.
It is odd to me that so many people here and not here in person, such as the photograph, had scars on their body. But I suppose all people have secrets that they don’t want to be shared.
“Ok. Let’s get down to business.” Said Slitwit.
This is the end of section 3. Man that was long.
Characters… so many.
Holland Sivic: 20 years of age. Sophisticated. Wore tee shirt and blue jeans.
Kris Slant: 20 years old. Scar on arm. Businesswoman who is quiet.
Daisy Sopherson: Blonde. From the South. Peppy.
Hoges: thee butler. (does the butler do it?)
Jonathon Slitwit: Pale. Skinny. Forty years old. Scar on right cheek.
Again please read the post "Mystery?!?". This will make a lot more sense.
Hey I said i would meet my deadline. Sorry bout it being 40 minutes before my deadline to be over. I had a lot going on. First i had to get a haircut. That was nice. Then I had to do the dishes and feed the doggy. And after this i went to my friends house for his birfday party. That was fun. We played some lazer tag and some game with a ball and throwing it over a roof and the other side tries to catch it and if they did they run over and hit the other side, and the side that threw it had to run around the shed before they hit us. yeah it was fun. Then we had a lot of pop and some ice cream cake :). SO here i am and I have part three done. Part three introduces you to a lot of characters. I got this done last night at the last second so you get it now. you might get part four if i start and finish it tomorrow. Well enough of my babbling. Part three:
Section 3.
We pulled up to the door, I started to take my bags out, “You can just leave your bags in the truck, we will not be staying here for the night” said Chuck.
We went up to the door and I rang the doorbell… or at least I was about to, but then someone opened the door. It was a butler. “You are expected Jacob and Charles,” said he. “Follow me.”
We followed him down a hall. The hall had lots of old paintings of people, who I did not know… though one caught my eye. The guy looked suspiciously familiar. It wasn’t a painting like the rest either. It was as big as the rest, but was a modern photograph. The guy in the picture was dressed in a black suit, like one that a groom would wear. Another feature I noticed was that he had a scar on his left hand.
As we followed the butler down the hall we came to a room where a man was sitting. He was slim and pale. He was wearing a black top hat and black pants and black shirt. He looked to be about forty years old, and he had a scar along his right cheek.
“Gentlemen, I am expecting 3 more people,” he said “please make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?” He was pouring me some wine before I could even answer, of course I wouldn’t have denied a good drink. “It’s from the year 1895. Good year for wine.” Said he.
“I won’t take any. I’m not a drinker.” Said Chuck.
“So can you tell us why we are here Mr. Slitwit?” said I.
“I cannot tell you until the other guests arrive.”
DONG! DONG! DONG! DONG! “And it seems that they have arrived.” Said he.
“I would like to present to you Mr. Holland Sivic, Mrs. Kris Slaint, and Mrs. Daisy Sopherson,” said the butler.
“Thank you Hoges” said Mr. Slitwit. The butler, Hoges, then went away. “Drink?” said Slitwit. They kindly declined. “Looks like it is just you and me Mr. Slanders.”
“Please call me Jacob.”
“I will refer to you all to your last names, as you will refer to me to my last name. You can refer to the other people in this room as they wish,” Said Mr. Slitwit.
“You can call me Jacob,” I said to the others.
“You can refer to me as Chuck.”
“Call me Holland,” said the man who looked to be about twenty. He was wearing a tee shirt and blue jeans. Despite his age, he sounded very sophisticated, and well mannered.
“Just call me Kris,” said a beautiful young girl to be about the same age as Holland. She wore glasses and she looked like a businesswoman and seemed quiet. One very odd thing that struck me was that she had a scar on her right arm. It was hard to see because it looked like she had applied make up on it.
“Y’all can just call me Daisy,” said the other girl who looked to be no older then 30. She had blonde hair, and had a Southern accent. She seemed a bit… peppy.
It is odd to me that so many people here and not here in person, such as the photograph, had scars on their body. But I suppose all people have secrets that they don’t want to be shared.
“Ok. Let’s get down to business.” Said Slitwit.
This is the end of section 3. Man that was long.
Characters… so many.
Holland Sivic: 20 years of age. Sophisticated. Wore tee shirt and blue jeans.
Kris Slant: 20 years old. Scar on arm. Businesswoman who is quiet.
Daisy Sopherson: Blonde. From the South. Peppy.
Hoges: thee butler. (does the butler do it?)
Jonathon Slitwit: Pale. Skinny. Forty years old. Scar on right cheek.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Time for a day off.
Well I've decided to take a day off from the mystery(or maybe I just didnt have time to finish Part 3.). So you get to listen to me ramble. First off I am trying out the new gmail. It is an email program that is by Google, so send me a message. Me email for that is royjtorg@gmail.com. Please do send me one cause i wanna see if it works well and what not. I doubt that i will keep it, but if i get very very very little spam, I will use that and all my email that i get from Hotmail, I will just delete. So send me an Email at that address. I should really get section 3 done for your enjoyment. Since you have to wait a day (even though i told you every other day ill update it) I will give you an excert from part 3.
We followed him down a hall. The hall had lots of old paintings of people, who I did not know… though one caught my eye. The guy looked suspiciously familiar. It wasn’t a painting like the rest either. It was as big as the rest, but was a modern photograph. The guy in the picture was dressed in a black suit, like one that a groom would wear. Another feature I noticed was that he had a scar on his left hand.
That is your excert. It leaves you in suspicion. I say that's a good one to put in there. Well i think i want to play Diablo 2 and leave you to your pondering about the mystery. Bye bye my people. SEND ME AND EMAIL!. I like breaking internet laws of all caps.
Well I've decided to take a day off from the mystery(or maybe I just didnt have time to finish Part 3.). So you get to listen to me ramble. First off I am trying out the new gmail. It is an email program that is by Google, so send me a message. Me email for that is royjtorg@gmail.com. Please do send me one cause i wanna see if it works well and what not. I doubt that i will keep it, but if i get very very very little spam, I will use that and all my email that i get from Hotmail, I will just delete. So send me an Email at that address. I should really get section 3 done for your enjoyment. Since you have to wait a day (even though i told you every other day ill update it) I will give you an excert from part 3.
We followed him down a hall. The hall had lots of old paintings of people, who I did not know… though one caught my eye. The guy looked suspiciously familiar. It wasn’t a painting like the rest either. It was as big as the rest, but was a modern photograph. The guy in the picture was dressed in a black suit, like one that a groom would wear. Another feature I noticed was that he had a scar on his left hand.
That is your excert. It leaves you in suspicion. I say that's a good one to put in there. Well i think i want to play Diablo 2 and leave you to your pondering about the mystery. Bye bye my people. SEND ME AND EMAIL!. I like breaking internet laws of all caps.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
Mystery Part Two.
Please read the post "Mystery?!?" before reading this or "Mystery Part One." and then please read "Mystery Part One." and then you can read this post. THis will make a lot more sense if you do.
Well, I have part 2 for you to read. I have some stuff to say. Also I may have confused you with the Kurt Camerent thing. It is Kirk Cameran, I have no clue how i messed that one up. An yes Pete he is coming to the Bismarck Civic Center October 13 (or something like that) 2004. Now this: I worked on part 3 last night and didn't finish it (it will be longer then 2 and 1.) but I should finish it today... unless i get to caught up in stuff that i need to do. I need to study for tests. I have no clue how 3 tests and a quiz came up on the same day. Some people have 4 tests and a quiz, luckily I'm not in that math class that has a test. I also I have some stuff to do around the house and I will go to church, so that leaves me with not a lot of time so I will give you the mystery right now. Here is section 2:
3 days later…
The weather was good. The storm had finally stopped after 3 days. I was prepared for 5 days away from home. I took a taxi to the airport in Miami and from there I got onto the plane. My destination was a town that I had never heard of. It had the strangest name too. Starsgale. My plane wasn’t very big, in fact I was the only passenger. On the plane I had a visit with the pilot about Starsgale Michigan. Apparently an ancient Indian tribe called the Trache once lived there. They are an extinct Indian tribe, but for some strange reason, no one knows what happened to them. They just kinda disappeared. The pilot told me that some people consider it legend that they even existed, but most of the people in Stargale believed they did at once exist. “They have found artifacts, which most people think to be Trache but the few who don’t believe that the Treche existed say they are Apache. Some say that the disappearance of the Trache was cause by white men. Some people think some mysterious force exterminated them,” said the pilot.
I went back to my seat because we were almost there. We landed at the small airport. I had my stuff unloaded from the plane, and the pilot told me I had a car waiting for me in from of the airport terminal, which was more like a house then an airport terminal. I went to the car to find that it was an old pick up and a driver that looked like a business kind of man. He as dressed in a suit and he looked to be about 30 years old. He said, “Hi. I’m Charles Srongland, but people just call me Chuck.”
I said, “My name is Jacob.”
“Well Jake, you-“
“You can call me Jacob.”
“Jacob, you can throw your bags in the back of the pickup and we’ll be on our way.”
I threw my bags in the back and got into the passenger side of the pick up. Chuck put the truck in gear and away we went. “Did you get a letter,” said I.
“Aye, I did. But, unlike you, I live here. I have never heard of this Jonathon Slitwit though. Have you?”
“I haven’t,” said I.
“I’ve lived here all my life and I have never heard of him. You know there is a lot of money here. You probably didn’t know that since this is a small town. A lot of people here are rich, but with the rich, there are the poor. The poor steal stuff such as car parts, that’s why I drive this old junker. Oh look we are here.”
I looked and saw a great mansion, with an unkept yard. It was surrounded by a massive stone fence with electrical wire at the top. It kinda looked like the mansions you see in scary movies. What person would even venture in there? The front gate opened and we proceeded in.
End of section 2. Longer then the first one.
Characters: Charles “Chuck” Srongland: A rich person that lives in Stargale. Seems to hate the poor. (for note, I just thought of the name. Not actually suppose to represent Charles.”
Also a side note. If I ever refer to a "Joseph", it is not on purpose. when i was writing section 3 i was writing Jacobs name as Joseph, but i believe i changed all the Josephs to Jacobs. So yeah.
Please read the post "Mystery?!?" before reading this or "Mystery Part One." and then please read "Mystery Part One." and then you can read this post. THis will make a lot more sense if you do.
Well, I have part 2 for you to read. I have some stuff to say. Also I may have confused you with the Kurt Camerent thing. It is Kirk Cameran, I have no clue how i messed that one up. An yes Pete he is coming to the Bismarck Civic Center October 13 (or something like that) 2004. Now this: I worked on part 3 last night and didn't finish it (it will be longer then 2 and 1.) but I should finish it today... unless i get to caught up in stuff that i need to do. I need to study for tests. I have no clue how 3 tests and a quiz came up on the same day. Some people have 4 tests and a quiz, luckily I'm not in that math class that has a test. I also I have some stuff to do around the house and I will go to church, so that leaves me with not a lot of time so I will give you the mystery right now. Here is section 2:
3 days later…
The weather was good. The storm had finally stopped after 3 days. I was prepared for 5 days away from home. I took a taxi to the airport in Miami and from there I got onto the plane. My destination was a town that I had never heard of. It had the strangest name too. Starsgale. My plane wasn’t very big, in fact I was the only passenger. On the plane I had a visit with the pilot about Starsgale Michigan. Apparently an ancient Indian tribe called the Trache once lived there. They are an extinct Indian tribe, but for some strange reason, no one knows what happened to them. They just kinda disappeared. The pilot told me that some people consider it legend that they even existed, but most of the people in Stargale believed they did at once exist. “They have found artifacts, which most people think to be Trache but the few who don’t believe that the Treche existed say they are Apache. Some say that the disappearance of the Trache was cause by white men. Some people think some mysterious force exterminated them,” said the pilot.
I went back to my seat because we were almost there. We landed at the small airport. I had my stuff unloaded from the plane, and the pilot told me I had a car waiting for me in from of the airport terminal, which was more like a house then an airport terminal. I went to the car to find that it was an old pick up and a driver that looked like a business kind of man. He as dressed in a suit and he looked to be about 30 years old. He said, “Hi. I’m Charles Srongland, but people just call me Chuck.”
I said, “My name is Jacob.”
“Well Jake, you-“
“You can call me Jacob.”
“Jacob, you can throw your bags in the back of the pickup and we’ll be on our way.”
I threw my bags in the back and got into the passenger side of the pick up. Chuck put the truck in gear and away we went. “Did you get a letter,” said I.
“Aye, I did. But, unlike you, I live here. I have never heard of this Jonathon Slitwit though. Have you?”
“I haven’t,” said I.
“I’ve lived here all my life and I have never heard of him. You know there is a lot of money here. You probably didn’t know that since this is a small town. A lot of people here are rich, but with the rich, there are the poor. The poor steal stuff such as car parts, that’s why I drive this old junker. Oh look we are here.”
I looked and saw a great mansion, with an unkept yard. It was surrounded by a massive stone fence with electrical wire at the top. It kinda looked like the mansions you see in scary movies. What person would even venture in there? The front gate opened and we proceeded in.
End of section 2. Longer then the first one.
Characters: Charles “Chuck” Srongland: A rich person that lives in Stargale. Seems to hate the poor. (for note, I just thought of the name. Not actually suppose to represent Charles.”
Also a side note. If I ever refer to a "Joseph", it is not on purpose. when i was writing section 3 i was writing Jacobs name as Joseph, but i believe i changed all the Josephs to Jacobs. So yeah.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
Mystery: Part One.
please read the post "Mystery!?!" before reading this post. You will understand this better if you do.
I need to make a short but brief thing. I have gotten Part 1 and 2 done, but I will only be doing one a day so you can expect part 2 tomorrow. Thank you.
Section 1.
It t’was a nice and sunny afternoon in New Brook Florida. It was one of those days that North Dakotans would dream of. My name is Jacob Slanders. I went out to my mail box and the mail man had just delivered the mail. Oddly, there was only one letter in the box. It was from a person named Jonathon Slitwit. I had never heard of the name before. I went inside. As I was going up the porch stairs, I started to feel the wind picking up. All of a sudden, seemed like seconds, the beautiful sunny day, turned to a cloudy windy day. Strange. I went inside my house. I took my letter opener and opened the letter. It read:
Dear Mr. Slanders,
I am pleased to inform you that you are invited to my house for
some business that I will tell you once you get here. It concerns you
and an old friend. This is short but that is all I am to inform you until
you get here. My address is at the bottom of this letter and a plane
ticket is sealed with this letter.
Sincerely,
Jonathon S Slitwit
I took out the plane ticket. The plane was to leave 3 days from now. An old friend? Whom could it be? I jumped at the sound of the thunder. The storm was picking up out there.
This is the end of section one. It was short… I think, but it’s a start.
Characters: Jacob Slanders. Main character. The person you see the story through.
Jonathon S. Slitwit: Mysterious person who wrote Jacob the letter.
please read the post "Mystery!?!" before reading this post. You will understand this better if you do.
I need to make a short but brief thing. I have gotten Part 1 and 2 done, but I will only be doing one a day so you can expect part 2 tomorrow. Thank you.
Section 1.
It t’was a nice and sunny afternoon in New Brook Florida. It was one of those days that North Dakotans would dream of. My name is Jacob Slanders. I went out to my mail box and the mail man had just delivered the mail. Oddly, there was only one letter in the box. It was from a person named Jonathon Slitwit. I had never heard of the name before. I went inside. As I was going up the porch stairs, I started to feel the wind picking up. All of a sudden, seemed like seconds, the beautiful sunny day, turned to a cloudy windy day. Strange. I went inside my house. I took my letter opener and opened the letter. It read:
Dear Mr. Slanders,
I am pleased to inform you that you are invited to my house for
some business that I will tell you once you get here. It concerns you
and an old friend. This is short but that is all I am to inform you until
you get here. My address is at the bottom of this letter and a plane
ticket is sealed with this letter.
Sincerely,
Jonathon S Slitwit
I took out the plane ticket. The plane was to leave 3 days from now. An old friend? Whom could it be? I jumped at the sound of the thunder. The storm was picking up out there.
This is the end of section one. It was short… I think, but it’s a start.
Characters: Jacob Slanders. Main character. The person you see the story through.
Jonathon S. Slitwit: Mysterious person who wrote Jacob the letter.
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