Friday, June 19, 2009
Grrrrrrr... ideamaker, this is a really bad warning.
As you should have seen (I CC-ed the email to you guys), we have accepted the offer from the RGPS alumni. I look forward to working together with you guys to finish the project.
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Samurai Peng sat in front of the laptop, eating popcorn and watching House.
"HEY! Who said you could eat my popcorn?" Sect. Peng said angrily.
"Chill," Sunglasses Peng said.
At this, Sect. Peng took a bottle of ice cold water and threw it at Sunglasses Peng.
"Epic fail, Sunglasses," Specs Peng commented, and went to make some chocolate for Sect. Peng. She deserved it.
A shadow lurked behind the trees. "They... must... pay..."
He disappeared.
"Urg, another intruder?" Specs Peng said as he slipped into the seat beside Flying Peng.
"Seems to be crazy. Listen to this," Flying Peng said.
"They... must... pay..." A crackled sound came from the speakers.
"Sigh, I'm going to have to get new speakers. This really sucks."
Samurai Peng patted them on the shoulders. "Dangerous?"
"You bet."
"Wait up, Samurai, call the rest to arms first."
Specs Peng headed towards the kitchen.
"Here's some chocolate. At least your IT skills have improved."
"YAY!"
The shadow hovered around the thorn bushes near the trailer. He felt no pain. All he wanted was revenge...
Samurai Peng was ready. Unsheathing the precious blade handed down from his ancestor, Peng, he cried loudly from the trailer window, "Friend or foe?"
"No friend of yours!" the shadow emerged, carrying a huge oak spear, the tip carved into a dangerous point.
He had been waiting for so long. Now, release.
Jumping out of the window, (and almost cutting himself on the window glass) Samurai Peng struck a desicive blow, quickly parried by the stranger. Spinning quickly, he was a whirlwind, striking here and there. Thrusting and slashing, the light blade, forged from a meteorite(or so the legend goes), was easy on the flipper, yet sliced easily. But the stranger was skilled. Parrying and blocking, he mustered his final strength, and charged. Caught by surprise, Samurai Peng was knocked aside by the blow.
The other Pengs jumped into the fray.
"NO! This is a blood feud, between me and him. We will settle it with each other, to the death!" the stranger shouted gruffly.
The stranger charged again. Putting out his foot (or flipper, or what you would call it), he tripped the stranger, and knocked him fimrly on the back of the head. The stranger fell unconsious.
"Samurai Peng, you ought to ice that, or it'll be a bad bruise."
"Who are you?"
"Peng Ishido, revolutionary fighter, at your service, Lord Samurai Peng."
"Why did you attack me?"
"That revolution! It destroyed everything I had! My family, my friends!"
"..."
"Kill me."
Samurai Peng brought him outside.
"Forgive me."
"I thank you."
A slash, a splatter of blood, and all was done.
"Chocolate, Samurai?"
"Bleah. No. Popcorn please."
Sect. Peng stared at him.
"Okay, okay."
Sect. Peng passed him a tin of Kong Guan biscuits.
"Finish them up, they're going to expire soon."
Samurai Peng moaned. But at least, food.
He flipped open the laptop, and continued watching House.
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this is a subplot, ok?
your nice cd who is going to kill synth-di,
Louise
whitestorm blogged at 6/19/2009 07:04:00 PM
