It was another beautiful day in CrossiCom. The snow was settled on the ground and nature itself just seemed a beautiful shade of blue. Everyone seemed to be in a good mood.
That morning, a young lady kicked open her door and took a breath of fresh air. As she exhaled the undesirable gases that floated throughout the natural air, keeping that precious oxygen for herself, she smiled and shouted a proud, "Why hello there!"
This young lady was Aurora, and was the richest person in all of CrossiCom. She snagged every free bell she could find. She was no thief, and she was no scrooge. She was just filthy, stinking rich. And she liked life that way.
As she walked down the streets of uptown CrossiCom, she couldn't help but glance at the unfinished Bell Shop. But that wouldn't ruin her day. Nope, today was a very special day.
Today was the anniversary of her birth.
She was born 16 years old. Being born late may set her off from everyone else, but she didn't mind. She was just as smart and beautiful as nobody else, because she was smarter and beautifuler than everyone else. She was also richer. Much richer.
As she strode into the park, where all the forum games took place, she decided not to work on her Survivor game today. Today was her day off, she decided. She could just relax and eat some popcorn, perhaps have a picnic, or...
and there it was. The most beautiful red balloon you ever did see. And it was being sold for only 10 bells.
Aurora wasn't fond of spending money on ridiculous toys like this, but she felt today was special. That balloon was special. And there was only one left!
Walking over to the elderly balloon man, she gave a cute little wave and smiled her sweetest smile. "Why hello there!" she chimed. "May I have the red balloon?"
The old man gazed up at the red balloon with and smiled a crinkly, heartwarming smile. "That balloon is a beautiful balloon! I can't part with it for only ten bells, however...if you really want it, honey, you'll have to defeat me in a Pokemon battle!" the old man announced, suddenly determined.
"No," Aurora said, slapping him with her purse. He tumbled slowly to the ground, curling up like a fetus once he hit the dirt.
"Heh, I picked a good day to forget to take my blood thinner!" the old man chortled as he fell asleep on the comfortable grass. Aurora then placed ten bells on the stand and took the red balloon.
"Thanks, sweetie!" She beamed innocently. With balloon in hand, she cheerfully skipped down the sidewalk, feeling like the happiest girl in the world. As she skipped, she whistled a little ditty. Someone who was leaning on a lamppost knew this song, and started to whistle along. Aurora turned on her heels and stormed to him. "No," she said, slapping him with her purse. "This is my song." So she turned around, satisfied, and carried on whistling her happy tune.
Today was a great day.
I'm taking requests if you've got 'em, but I can't promise I'll do them all. There are some members that are harder to write about than others, and it's likely I'll need the permission of certain members before I write about them.
Life is too short
to be lived in the fast lane.
Once upon a time, there was a girl named Liv. She enjoyed taking strolls around her perfect little town, North Creek. She was told it would be a wild world moving into a village that was inhabited by walking, talking animals. On the contrary, life was peaceful. But with all the attention Liv got, she was plenty entertained.
The town was perfect. Golden roses bloomed everywhere and beautiful pattern paths guided everyone across town. Money trees bore fruit every day. All of the villagers admired Liv's beauty, personality, and kindness. She was the reason the town was what it was.
She was perfection.
However, in VilVille, the next town over, things were horrible. Nothing looked right...the grass was blue, the sky was green. The white trees bore black pitfalls. The shopping was great, however...there was a Nook's Cranny, Nook n' Go, Nookway, and Redd's market. The museum was carved into the wall. Coconut trees flashed strange colors. The villagers were in misery, but didn't dare show it, or else the human would be angry. This was Vil.
Vil was a man of authority. He made this town, he claimed, and with the power of the Action Replay, he would do whatever he wanted. He made all villagers his slaves and threatened to destroy them if they did not do his bidding. One revolted, his favorite. Now he runs the museum, unable to move for the rest of their life. The town was a hideous mess. He was the reason the town was what it was.
He was the hacker.
The towns never interacted. Vil didn't want anything to invade his town, and Liv didn't want her hard work to end up corrupted. So they agreed to simply avoid contact, despite the fact they were so close together. Everything was peaceful in Liv's town and everything was going Vil's way.
"TIME TO DANCE, FOOLS!" Vil cackled as he released the balloon into the air containing the glitched, unsatisfying food he provided for them. The villagers all ran like mad with their slingshots, trying to shoot it down. Vil laughed at their panic. Who knew torturing the little freaks would be this fun? As long as the balloon didn't cross the town boundaries into North Creek, Vil could do this all he liked. Good thing he could program the balloon to pop at any time.
The animals failed to shoot it down as it went past the yellow rock fence. They cried in agony as their nibble was gone. Vil rolled his eyes and attempted to use the action replay and deactivate the balloon. He would have shot the niblet down, had not a well-timed dragonfly knocked the device from his iron fist. As he scrambled for it, the balloon wafted past the cliff. Past the town boundaries. Past his control.
"YOU IDIOTS!!" Vil screeched. "Why didn't you shoot it down?!?"
" W e c a n n o t , m a s t e r . " One horribly glitch-textured cat cried, one of three still capable of some speech. " W e a r e t o o w e a k f r o m m a l n o u r i s-"
"I WILL NOT ACCEPT EXCUSES!!" Vil frothed, stomping to accentuate each word. He would have punished them, but was so distraught that he instead collapsed to the ground, growling like some sort of nightmare. Suddenly his growling spiked with his anger. Why were they not comforting him as he told them to? Why weren't they offering everything they had to make him happy? Did he take it all already?! Then he remembered the rock fence. That's a decent excuse.
" P l e a s e , m a s t e r . . . " the cat continued, scared half to death, " l e t u s h e l p y o u . . . "
He calmed down...it just took his second-favorite villager to do it. It's a good thing she was, or he would have made her a bulletin board on the spot. "No, Lolly. I will do this mySELF! NNNNNG!" Vil cried, rage swelling up as he attempted to control it. "OUT of my way. I got to get to the PHONE!"
Meanwhile, Puddles was starving. And I mean, really hungry. Like, she could eat herself hungry. That's how hungry she was. Oh, yeah, this was in North Creek.
And so there she was. All totally starved, laying or lying or whatever on the ground, half-starved to death because no one would give her any candy. "UGH! I just want some candy and I'm too hangry to talk to people so they'll just HAND IT OVER!!" Poor Puddles. Why must she suffer like this?
Then, she saw it. Dangling from a balloon, a glittery piece of candy. Pulling out her slingshot, she shot it down with catlike reflexes, which is extremely amazing considering Puddles is a frog. So maybe more like froglike reflexes. Is that a thing? Anyways, she shot down the candy and it fell who knows where. So now, hangrier than ever, she ran breakneck into the woods where it fell, feeling it was destiny that she and that candy should meet.
Life is too short
to be lived in the fast lane.
As this was going on, Liv was watching Westfield High at her mansion. It was some soap opera her best friend Puddles suggested she watch. It was so typical. Boy likes girl, girl likes boy, but the principal hates them both, so he's trying to kidnap them so he can put them in his experimental hamster-wheel power plant where he can not have to pay for electricity. Same story every time.
Then her phone rang, much to Liv's excitement. She loved getting phone calls. especially from people she knew! Fixing her hair, she skipped gleefully over to the telephone and picked up the receiver. "Hello~"
"DON'T SHOOT IT DOWN!!!"
Picking herself up off the floor and fixing her now-frazzled hair once again, she picked up the receiver and continued. "Don't shoot what down? And may I ask who is spe-"
"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T KNOW!! It's VIL!! VIIIIIIIIIIL!"
"I thought we agreed never to speak."
"WELL, I would'a liked to have KEPT that promise, buddy pal friend amigooooooo, but I'm a-FRAIDY-FRAID-A-FRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAID somethin' happened."
"It's the STUPID ANIMALS' FAULT, ya know. These STUPID ANIMALS and their STUPID failure to shoot stuff DOWN, I tell ya..."
"Shoot what down?"
"DON'T SHOOT IT DOWN!!"
"DON'T SHOOT WHAT DOWN?!" Liv screamed, getting irritated with the boy's barbarian attitude.
"..." Vil put his hand to the receiver. "Lolly! Get over here and tell her what happened! I can't do it!"
" I a m s l o w s p e a k i n g , m a s t e r . S h e m a y n o t h e l p i f -"
"she knows my anarchy and terror and I KNOW, I KNOW! I didn't make you advisor, you...ugh, I have an orange in the dresser, and I'll give it to you if you explain what happened!"
Lolly immediately perked up and she began to hyperventilate. "Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y"
"Don't break yourself! Talk!" He whispered sharply, handing her the phone and dashing to the dresser. Lolly's eyes were on Vil, stunned at his generosity. Maybe he did have some love after all...
Whoops! "Uh, hello! This Lolly from VilVille?" she said, looking almost like she was physically in pain. "You want know...emmmergenncyyeee?"
"Um, yeah...yes, please, Lolly," Liv said, getting more and more worried.
"Balloon...uh...a balloon. Flew...into your town and held...niblet."
"It is like fruit, but altered for code safety," she said. Vil knew she meant saving, but at this point, he was surprised she could speak at all without freezing.
"And that balloon got by and it's in my town right now."
There was silence. Vil was relieved for a moment until he heard loud screaming from the other line, almost as if Liv was in tears. What a weakling.
"N-no! Do not cry, Liv! As long as it's not shoot down, we can...retrieve it! There is not town to left of Nort Creek," Lolly said, stumbling over herself. Liv began to sob on the other line. "But tere is no probelm if you do not shoot! No town mean we can go get when passes by! D o . . . do you understand? No shoot!"
"Ask her if she sees a balloon!" Vil whispered, pale and clammy.
"Do you see balloon anywhere?"
Liv looked outside frantically. There was no balloon in sight. "NO!" She sobbed.
"W-well, maybe it has passed!"
"That couldn't happen," Vil spoke up. "It should be on the west side of her town if it's not shot down...next to her stupid little forest, or more likely, in or hopefullyabove it."
"If it is shot down, it would be in forest-" Vil ran over, shutting the dresser as he grabbed the perfectly juicy orange and threw it to Lolly. Lolly made a strange feline sound as she tore into it, handing him the phone as he motioned for it.
"All right, Livvie, if it's not hovering past that forest right now, it's in it. Make sure no one eats it or KABLOOIE goes their programming!" Vil realized he should have stopped himself before Lolly knew what the niblets did, but she was too engrossed in her orange to care.
"Oh, no! NOBODY EAT THE NIBLET!!" she shrieked as she slammed the phone on the receiver.
"Liv! LIV!!" Vil cried, unaware what that click meant. "She hung up. She's probably in that STUPID FOREST, looking FOR THAT STUPID THING!!" He collapsed onto the floor again, growling like a nightmare. Lolly stopped eating her orange to embrace him and try to comfort him. " E v e r y t h i n g w i l l b e O K , m a s t e r . . . " she tried, out of breath.
Vil shrugged her off and stood up, feeling a little better. "Just shut up and eat your orange. Make sure no one disobeys! Because if they disobey..." he threatened, wagging his finger rapidly. He ran out of his own mansion after making sure he wasn't holding anything hacked and moon-jumped over the cliff. He would make sure his power wouldn't be lost.
Meanwhile, Liv had called a town meeting. "Has anyone seen a strange object floating on a balloon?!" Everyone shook their heads so vehemently that she could feel the air from it. Looking over the crowd, she noticed her best friend wasn't here. "WHERE'S PUDDLES?!"
"She was in the forest looking for some candy she shot down," Jay commented, signaling the "loopy" finger motion as he spoke. "EVERYONE TO THE FOREST!! DON'T EAT ANYTHING!" she cried as she ran breakneck to the forest.
Puddles was frantically searching still for her candy. Finally, she found it, in a mud puddle next to some strange-looking berries. "Finally! My beloved treat, tadpole! I found it!" She dove for the candy before a shoe blocked her way, stopping her and sending her pretty pink face to the dirt. Vil picked up the "candy" and put it in his pocket. "THIEF! DIRTY ROTTEN CANDY THIEF! I'll show you!"
"You'll show me? You'll show me how to be WEAK! THAT'S what you'll show me, you stupid little frill-froggy!" he mocked. Puddles immediately got up and began to beat the boogers out of him. He would have been utterly demolished had not Liv cried...
Puddles immediately stopped at the sound of her best friend. She cried and ran over to her. "I just wanted some candy and then he stole it and and and..."
"Shh, shh, it's OK...it's all over...anyone have some candy?" Boone took out a chocolate bar from his pocket and gave it to her as she silently munched on it, tears rolling from her face.
Vil lay on the ground, stunned. What just happened to him? How did she do that? Why didn't he just choose his words better or run away? Why did he have to mock her?
And why did she give up her chase of what she wanted for Liv? Was she more special than what she wanted? Or did she have tighter control over her town than he did?
He growled, it could not be so. Getting up and waving a short wave to Liv, he left the town through the gates. Where did she get her power? Was it that she had what her villagers desired? Or was it the way she held that poor frog?
Maybe it was exactly what Lolly gave him that comforted him...love?
As he walked back into his mansion, he found Lolly kneeling in front of an almost-eaten orange. Her pleading eyes looked up at his in fear. "I d i d n ' t e a t a n y m o r e i n c a s e y o u w a n t e d m e t o w a i t u n t i l y o u c a m e b a c k . "
She waited for him. She would have killed for that orange. He'd had enough. With tear-filled eyes, he slowly walked over to her and hugged her, sobbing apologies. They spent the next hour making amends through saltwater. Lolly cried many happy tears, for at last she found the one thing they had been waiting years for.
She had found perfection in the hacker.
Sure, Liv wasn't mentioned much, but I referenced one of her works so hopefully that makes up for it... Anyway, I hope you guys like it!
Life is too short
to be lived in the fast lane.
If you guys would like a story, it'd be awesome if you could PT me and give me some info about yourself! If you would rather me just wing it, I can try.
It is the year 20XX. Everywhere you look, there is chaos...and Fox McCloud helmets. Everyone is working for the same cause — their own good. They do not pay for their own food. They do not even buy their own clothes. They work for the government to give them only what they need. The system works somewhat, but there is one thing these land does not have...
The rules were excessively stringent. It was crowded in Final Destination, the only city "worth inhabiting" according to the king. Everyone had to wear a Fox McCloud hat and his apparel...different jobs had different colors. The only exemptions were in the royal palace, where the king was dressed in blue, princely apparel and had blue hair. The king's enforcer was dressed up in a Jigglypuff costume. He had no weakness...he could take on an army alone with a single simulated rest. You could only move in certain ways. You couldn't loiter (or camp) anywhere. You couldn't stand in one place unless it was for your job. You had to learn to move quickly to get your quota met at the same time as anyone else. Even naming was strange. There were no normal names. There were no Andrews, no Davids, no Ethans, no Johns. The king was M2K, his enforcer was Mango. And somewhere, in the great line of work, was a man named Twelve, who was doing carpentry work. Twelve was working with a comrade on a beam. Suddenly, a rope holding the beam gave out some, tilting the beam significantly. His friend would have fallen off if he had not grabbed the edge of the beam at just the right time. Sadly, Twelve, in an effort to save himself, also grabbed the ledge at around the same time and knocked his friend off in the process. His friend plummeted to his KO. As Twelve shed a tear for the loss of his friend, he suddenly came to a conclusion, and reality was once again clear for him for the first time in X years. Capitalism was the way.
Twelve stormed up the streets waving the American Flag. All that gazed on it immediately took off their helmet and joined in the March, literally flooring all opponents. The king looked out on the March as they chanted "LONG LIVE LIBERTY," and began to grow angry. "Mango!" He shouted, stamping his foot and turning towards the Jigglypuff. He would have given him a command if he had not noticed it deep in thought. As he drew nearer, he heard, silently, from that Jigglypuff, the same chant he heard outside. "Dude, shut up!" The king shouted. He ignored the king. "DUDE, SHUT UP!!" he screamed, batting him with his hands repeatedly. Suddenly the Jigglypuff costume was rent in two, and an American Flag-clad bearded man swung a giant flag around, shouting with glee the chant. The king, baffled, revealed his true form, a Mewtwo, and ran out the window away from the kingdom, shouting "YOU'RE SO STUPID!!" the whole way. And thus, Twelve restored America, and began life anew.
The king sat down with an old friend in an old restaurant, the room so dark and dusty that the sole light lit in the room displayed a fog of dust underneath.
"It's been a while, bro! How's the kingdom been?"
"What kingdom?!" the king spat, pushing up his glasses. "Because of YOUR stupid plan, I lost it! You better fix this one and give me seven more kingdoms to make up for it!"
"Whoa, now, don't get crazy on me now," his old friend laughed. "I'll help you...but what's in it for me?"
The king smirked. "You'll be the first to command an army of these," he whispered, tossing a Fox helmet on the table. His friend, disgusted and offended, immediately stood up and walked away. "Hey! Wait! Where are you going?!"
Before he left the room, his old friend turned around and shouted, "That ain't Falco!"
And the king sat alone.
Life is too short
to be lived in the fast lane.
I keep forgetting about this, myself. I suppose I can work on them now. I warn you, they'll be painfully short. But these will probably be the final two entries in this series. Thanks for reading and waiting!
Life is too short
to be lived in the fast lane.