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  4. Bitter Cold

    Leaving B Z P

    By Bitter Cold,

    *But not really. That was just for attention.
     
    I might get to drive later. =D
     
    I have to accompany my mom on her postal route today, because we sold the car with right-hand drive yesterday.
     
    The people got here at like 9:00, and they slept in a trailer thingy they brought with them in our driveway and left at like 7:00.
     
    So I won't be on BZP 'till, like, late.
     
    While I'm away, you can visit this awesome topic, vote in my first poll, laugh out loud, see something that OWNS the Mistika, or get to know me better! [/advertising]
     
    Or do a number of other things, like tell me how awesome I am, or DO WHAT YOU WANT 'CAUSE A PIRATE IS FREE...but whatever.
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    *sigh*

    By Bitter Cold,

    Me and my sister washed the car, but then mom decided she needed to drive it to Parent Teacher Conferences at the school, which for some reason she didn't foresee, despite it being on the calender for two weeks. So my sis went with her and I ended up washing the tires again.
     
    It's cold outside. :\
     
    Also, on a particular video-hosting website I use, one of my videos was deleted because it had a song in it. I have the official CD! Gah. And they have a feature where you can replace your audio with music, but they don't have the song I had. It was a music video, too. I can't use a different song.
     
    Even better: it took them a year and a half to notice that the video existed.
     
    So anyway, that's my pessimism for today. :\
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    Happy Mole Day!

    By Bitter Cold,

    My Chemistry teacher was pretty excited.
     
    Also, a stupid acronym, for your entertainment. This was on my Drivers Ed teacher's board:
     
    M(school mascot/team,which you don't get to know =D)
    Attitude
    Toward
    Everyday
    Road Safety
     
    Why Safety isn't its own letter is beyond me, but the acronym itself is so pointless and random that it doesn't matter.
     
    Better than CLONER, I suppose.
     
    ...
     
    Also, I got my report card today. One C. =( All the rest is A's and B's. =D I remember when you could get free movie rentals for A's... =(
     
    ...
     
    Also, also, aaaalllsssoooooo, some people are coming by tomorrow to buy our car. =D I'd miss it, but it's really hard to get into and I always have to take out the back seat and it's heavy and bulky and huge and the only places to grab it are metal.
     
     
    Anybodeh know how I cain makeh my blahg mo' populah?
  7. Bitter Cold
    I wrote this with a friend, for Spanish II. I'll give you guys the english version.
     

    Trogdor was a man. I mean, he was a dragon man. Or maybe he was just a dragon. But he was still Trogdor: a beast of legend, living in a cave on the side of the great mountain that overshadowed the city of Agrundion. But the story I’m about to retell isn’t about a dragon. This story is about a man, a man called Pancho. Pancho was the leader of the Knomes, a league of trained and honorable warriors who defended Agrundion from danger. Pancho was not afraid of anything, according to the Knomes, except for Trogdor. Trogdor struck fear into the armor of every Knome. Trogdor was said to burn Knomes to death in an instant, and to eat entire flocks of sheep, herds of cattle. Pancho didn’t question the contradictory lack of decimated remains and properties. Pancho was a defender, not a forensic scientist. Jeez. 
    “I say! What a beautiful day it is! Not a cloud in the sky,” exclaimed a less experienced Knome warrior –or as the high-rankers called them, Knoobs – to Pancho. “Surely there’s something to do when we’re not fighting intruders?” “Keep your eyes open,” muttered Pancho, “and don’t call me Shirley.” Pancho went back to pretending he was scanning the horizon as he daydreamed about his wife-to-be.
     
    She had gone to the market that morning to buy some seeds. She always kept a garden on the roof of her home where it could get sunlight. Not many girls would do something like that, decided Pancho. He’d known from the day he met her that she was special. Some days she would – Pancho’s thoughts were interrupted. “There won’t be a single drop of rain today, will there? I never did trust those prophets. I’d even go so far as to say that this is the sunniest day I’ve ever seen! There’ll be no rain today!” spouted the Knoob. Pancho sighed, “Stranger things have happened.” He looked at the Knoob. The Knoob looked back at him. He blinked.
     
    The Knoob reached up to wipe his nose.
     
    A thundering crash of sound caused the Knoob to poke himself in the eye, and startled Pancho out of his chair. Birds rushed from their trees.
     
    If Pancho had been on the east end of the city wall, he might have seen the spark of heat lightning that flashed near the market region of Agrundion. But he was not. Using the Knoob as support, he stood up. “I’m going to find out what that was. Stay here,” he commanded, and set off in the direction of the noise. A short time later, he ran into a messenger. The messenger gave him a note and disappeared. Without considering the illogicality of such a scenario, Pancho unrolled the note, which read like this:
     
    “The woman to whom you are engaged has been mysteriously burnt to a crisp. I send my condolences – King Brusque”
     
    Pancho froze. He read the note again. He read the note once more. He read it another time. His blood thawed. He paused to note that it had been frozen. His eyes blazed with angry fire, his fists clenched, and his nose whistled. His soul shook with anger and he breathed one name: “Trogdor.” He called his steed, gripped his sword, and thought of one thing and one thing only.
     
    He needed some ice water.
     
    He rode to the nearest bar, stormed in, and ordered a tall glass of anything cold. He filled his travel flask with water. He thanked the bartender and left in a blazing rage to take revenge on the monster that killed his love.
    As he rode up the mountain, Pancho doused his armor with water to counteract the dragon’s fire, and fed anger to his mind to counteract his fear. He spotted an enormous fire on the mountain and knew that he had found the beast’s lair. He halted and de-mounted his horse, tying it to a charred rock. He trudged up the burnt slope, pouring the rest of his water onto himself as he walked. He entered the cave.
     
    The tremendous lizard turned to look at him. “Greetings,” it rumbled. “Don’t taunt me, foul creature!” cried Pancho. “You murder and destroy, and you dare to treat me as an equal?” Trogdor looked at him quizzically, snaking out of his curled up position and revealing the giant scaly girth that had frozen the hearts of the bravest warriors of old. Pancho’s righteous anger was the only thing keeping him in that cave. The cave walls vibrated as the dragon stated, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Indeed, the great lizard would probably have dislodged a stalactite providing his alibi, but Pancho saw through this trick. Pancho flew at the dragon with his sword. The clever dragon’s immense claw attempted to deflect the mighty blow. Trogdor’s claw clashed with the blade, sending it ricocheting off the wall and landing in a corner. Pancho leapt after it, just before the dragon belched fire. Pancho used his shield to avoid injury, and retrieved his blade. The dragon, being immensely huge, was already close enough to grab him off the ground, and in an instant, Pancho was hanging, looking into the pig-bladder-sized eye of Trogdor the dragon.
     
    “Listen to me,” said Trogdor. “I don’t murder people.”
     
    Pancho stared at his eye with cold fury.
     
    Trogdor swung his head suddenly to the side and belched a wall of flame.
     
    He cleared his throat. “You should just leave me,” he said, “leave me here to –“
     
    “To what? To kill more innocent people? You killed my love, you monster! Crimes like that do not go unpunished!” interjected Pancho. Pancho pulled his arm free and stabbed Trogdor in the eye.
     
    The dragon dropped him on the floor of the cave. Pancho ran at Trogdor’s heart, determined to destroy the evil thing. He screamed as he pierced the scaly armor with his sword. It was a moment or two before the giant head of Trogdor the dragon fell beside Pancho, throwing him again to the floor. He jumped back to his feet to find that the heated gusts of the dragon’s breath had ceased.
     
    Pancho’s strength faded. He lost grip on his sword and stumbled toward the cave opening. He was too tired to feel as avenged as he thought he would. He thought only of his love, and how he would never see her again. He sobbed, and his tears clouded his vision. His foot caught on something hard. He fell. He barely kept consciousness as he looked down to the line across the floor he was kneeling on. He stood and wiped his eyes. When his vision cleared, he saw the one thing he never, for one second, expected to see in that cave.
     
    Pancho’s anger had blinded him: Trogdor had been chained to this cave for a hundred years. He brought his contemptible sword down and broke the dragon’s chains.
     
    Pancho looked bitterly at the friendly creature who had tried to make peace, now dead. “I should not have jumped to conclusions. Revenge can’t change the past. I should have loved my neighbor, and thought about the feelings of others,” he said, in a somber, crestfallen way, and he climbed onto his horse and rode away into the sunset.
     
    End.
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