riseofthekumquatA Light Switch
riseofthekumquat(I think once Matthew said “Oh, you can enter more than one sentence,” we all knew it would come to this.)
riseofthekumquat“Many churches have embraced modern worship as a way to creatively express their love for the most holy God and break away from stale liturgy by singing the same five songs every Sunday.”
Beautiful
riseofthekumquatIt would’ve been even funnier if the article was talking about something totally different from the headline.
riseofthekumquatOther revelations and questions from that last massive block of text:
-The curse put on Kristen separated part of her essence from her body, significantly reducing her power. “Valdra Muinthel” (translated as “The Spirit Of The Queen”) is that essence and Lord Kumquat fully intends on putting Kristen back together again.
-Peter was a failed attempt to recreate Chris while the original Chris corrupted himself to gain more power and become Lord Kumquat. Is Peter more Chris than Chris is even Chris? Do the two have some kind of Harry Potter-Voldemort relationship? Or is it even more personal than that?
-Peter is in a simulation because he is a threat, Kristen is under because she can’t survive the procedure to have her valdra returned without being in a dream state, and the Time Lords are put under for the sake of revenge (or to possibly power a doomsday device). We have established that everyone is on the ship for a reason, but then why is The Phantom being kept prisoner? What about the other passengers?
-Although the possibility is there, Kristen never fully wakes up. How much does she know about what’s actually happening? Once awakened, would she take Chris in spite of his betrayal and what he’s become? Is she still even interested in sharing her victory with someone else? What if that someone else turns out to be the Phantom?
-If most of the ship is piloted by Franklin clones, who is Douglas?
riseofthekumquat(And while I was going more for Darth Vader, yeah that Modok comparison is spot on.)
riseofthekumquat(Out of morbid curiosity, I put that last entry into Word. It’s 5 full pages long. I may have gone a bit overboard.)
riseofthekumquatSuper Smash Bros
riseofthekumquatSo to clear up confusion from that last entry, yes, Chris is Lord Kumquat. The vision/simulation was of Lord Kumquat defeating his former self in an abandoned version of Kristen’s old house and backyard.
riseofthekumquat(He *is* (or I guess *was*) Chris. I hope people don’t read this before the reveal in the story, but just to confirm, Chris became the kumquat.)
riseofthekumquatHours went by as Kristen laid in the hammock. The Phantom stood by, watching her sleep in a totally not creepy at all way. He understood that Kristen had traveled far and probably needed to rest, but this was starting to get crazy. The lightning bugs that had dotted the hillside dispersed and the moon had set, leaving everything in near complete darkness. Then a faint orange glow started to break on the horizon.
“Didn’t even know that there was a sun in this sector. I thought this was a realm of eternal night.”
“Ugghhhh are we still waiting for her,” said Mason, waking up from the sleeping gas.
The Phantom panicked and hit all three of his captives with another dose of sleeping gas. Then he looked over Kristen again.
“MY LOOOOOOVE… DAWN HAS BROKE… MY LOOOOOOVE… IT’S TIME TO-”
Suddenly the ground beneath them began to shake violently, not just horizontally but up and down. The orange sunrise turned to a blood-red color and Kristen’s eyes shot open as she began screaming in agony. There was a bright light, emitting that same blood-red aroura, coming from her left side.
“What’s going on!? What’s wrong Kristen!? KRISTEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!”
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Jupiter is the largest in its respective solar system with a radius of 43,441 miles. One of the planet’s largest features is its Giant Red Spot, a perpetual super-hurricane about 12,400 miles long and 7,500 miles wide, about two to three times larger than Earth. Earth scientists currently had a hard time explaining the massive triangular object sitting right above the storm. The Paramount was a technical marvel with mysterious origins, much like the ACCU which operated inside. Over 800,000 cells used for sleep-induced simulation control, over 90% of which remain empty while 6% are used to house the various Franklin clones and only 4% hold actual test subjects. The bridge of The Paramount is especially deserted now that the ship is coasting in orbit. A lone, round silhouette stands looking out the front window, gazing down at the swirling of red and dark orange clouds below. There was such beauty in the chaos, a storm left alone with no property to destroy or lives to take. Mesmerized by the slow waltz of the winds, one could almost swear they could see the oversized fruit swaying along to it.
“S o o n,” came a whisper as soft and all-encompassing as a fall breeze.
“My lord!” exploded the radio, “We’re having a situation in Cell 7-”
The kumquat’s head rose, snapping out the trance and then shot down the hallway, gliding down the halls of the ship at unnatural speeds.
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“Her heart rate’s going insane, I don’t know if we’ll be able to keep her under at this rate.”
“Forget keeping her under, I don’t know if we’ll be able to keep her alive- WE NEED 60 MILLILITERS OF DROWZYNE IN THE DRIP RIGHT NOW!”
About a dozen Franklin clones are scrambling, trying to treat an unconscious and convulsing Kristen. Suddenly there’s an ear-splitting screeching sound as the reinforced steel door is pulled off its hinges and Lord Kumquat enters the room. All but one of the Franklins back away from Kristen.
“WHAT’S HER STATUS DOCTOR?”
“Her symptoms have worsened, we have to forgo the medication that’s keeping her under in order to make sure that she stays alive.”
Kirsten is still twitching and convulsing until suddenly a soft ringing sound overtakes the room. The kumquat stares intently at her. The medical equipment vibrates violently, the heart rate monitor falls. Then silence overtakes the room. The heart rate monitor is levitated back upright; her heart rate has returned to normal. There’s a collective sigh around the room from everyone but Lord Kumquat. Several strands of hair that were covering her face are tucked to the side.
“What the heck am I the doctor around here for? You can just come down here and solve this with one wave of your hand?”
“HARDLY SOLVED. THE STORM HAS ONLY JUST BEGUN, THE EYE IS AROUND THE CORNER, DOCTOR. GET THAT MEDICATION ON STAND-BY AND FOLD UP THE BOTTOM OF HER SHIRT.”
“What?”
“JUST DO IT!”
Dr. Franklin does as he as told, the kumquat turns to the remaining Franklins.
“RADIO IN A CODE HAZEL, I WANT EVERY SPARE HAND MANNING THE STABILIZERS, 45% POWER, 89 DEGREES TO PORT, AND I WANT THE GRAVITY SHIPWIDE REDUCED TO 90%. ADMIRAL 4567, IF HULL INTEGRITY DROPS BELOW 50% YOU CUT THE GRAVITY COMPLETELY, MOVE SHIP ROTATION TO A SOLID 90 PORT. IF IT DROPS BELOW 40% BEGIN EMERGENCY EVACUATIONS. NOW MOVE!!!”
The Franklins jump at Lord Kumquat’s final command and quickly start calling out orders over the radio and pulling alarms. Then he turns back to Kristen as Dr. Franklin adds additional fluid to the drip.
“I h a v e w a i t e d a l o n g t i m e f o r t h i s,” whispered Lord Kumquat’s melancholy voice.
Kristen’s heart rate raises a bit as the medication is administered, but it quickly levels out. Dr. Franklin steps back.
A minute passes.
Two minutes pass.
Ten minutes pass.
Finally, the lower left side of Kirsten’s stomach starts to glow. It’s hard to fully make out under the fluorescent light at first, but the blood-red aroura grows in intensity with every passing second. Lord Kumquat leans in and sees the source of the glowing: a massive scar in the shape of a butterfly. He stared deep into it, allowing the light to envelop him.
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There he hovered, in the woods at sunset. The trees cast long shadows over the path that led back to town. As the kumquat floated along the path, he heard voices in the wind.
“But I love him!” echoed through the woods.
He floated up the hill as the last bit of purple faded from the sky.
“No,” whispered the air around the house. No lights on, seemingly nobody home.
“You need power, not love,” as Lord Kumquat opened the front door.
“He’s your weakness,” as he hovered up to the author of those words, laying in a heap with blood pooling out onto the hardwood floor.
It was an odd sight to see a giant kumquat chuckle, but he did it all the same.
“WISE WORDS, I GUESS,” he muttered.
“All the more true now,” came a familiar voice. The kumquat whipped around, scanning furiously for the location of the voice.
Upstairs.
“It’s unbelievable,” the voice continued, “seeing what you’ve become. Pathetic even.”
He levitated towards the staircase.
“You want to wipe out an entire race for a girl? What even are you?”
He opens the door to her room.
“What rules you at this point? What’s your god now?”
He floats past a full-length mirror, but he doesn’t see a kumquat across from him.
“Fear is it? I bet it’s fear,” said the reflection of Super Chris.
“FEAR OF WHAT EXACTLY?”
“Missing out on love, missing out on power. The fear that maybe nothing you sacrificed for matters.”
“ALMOST AS PATHETIC AS FEARING THE OTHER TIME LORDS.”
“Listen to you-”
“NO, LISTEN TO YOU! A GOOD LITTLE BROWN-NOSER RIGHT UP TO THE END. REMIND ME, WAS IT TWO OR THREE DAYS BEFORE THE ELDERS BLAMED YOU THE COLLATERAL DAMAGE IN THE BATTLE OF LITTLE-BIG HILL? DID ANY OF THAT SUCKING UP PAYOUT IN ANY WAY?”
“Being the hero isn’t about the reward-”
“OH NO, OF COURSE. IT’S ABOUT DOING THE RIGHT THING AND UPHOLDING THE MORALS OF A SOCIETY FULL OF HYPOCRITES! YOU WERE DOING A FANTASTIC JOB OF LICKING THE BOOT-HEALS OF THE KING AND QUEEN. STANDING BEHIND THEIR SOCIETY OF HALF-TRUTHS AND PURE BLOODLINES!”
“That doesn’t excuse what you’ve done-”
“OH WHAT *I’VE* DONE? YOU REJECTED THE ONLY GIRL- THE ONLY PERSON ON THIS GODFORSAKEN PLANET THAT EVER LOVED YOU!”
Lord Kumquat glides closer to the mirror.
“AND YOU LOVED HER TOO. NOT ENOUGH TO STICK YOUR NECK OUT, NOT ENOUGH TO SAY ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT THEY WANTED YOU TO SAY, BUT YOU LOVED HER!”
There’s a crack in the mirror, circular and precise as if made by a fist punching it.
“YOU LEFT HER TO DIE AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO LECTURE ME!?”
“I can’t even recognize you anymore; you’re a monster.”
“AND YOU’RE A GHOST!”
The reflection of Super Chris is forcefully pulled from the mirror and hoisted into the air by his throat.
“YOU WERE WEAK AND LACKED THE WILL TO ACT. I THOUGHT I KILLED YOU, BUT I GUESS I DIDN’T BURRY YOU WELL ENOUGH!”
The roof explodes as Lord Kumquat throws Super Chris out into the backyard. He then jumps after him. Chris throws a right hook that is caught in mid-air, then his wrist is twisted back. He screams out in pain while delivering a low-kick that actually connects with the kumquat. The giant fruit actually drops to the ground in pain. Chris spots a chest full of sports equipment. He takes off in a dead sprint and leaps for the chest. Lord Kumquat rises to hull height and grabs Chris, whipping him back at a break-neck speed. Chris turns around in mid-air and smashes him with a baseball bat. There’s a massive dent in the kumquat’s body as he leaks juice.
“No so powerful now huh?”
He reels back and puts another massive dent in the kumquat.
“I know this property too.”
Chris gets a running start and hits the kumquat so that he knocks him into a storage area that’s holding propane tanks. The entire thing explodes. Chris casually strolls up to the wreckage.
“I’m pathetic, huh? You’re a fruit. You betrayed everyone you ever loved: friends, family, especially yourself. And now, I’m gonna stop the end of the world. First I destroy you, then I destroy that witch that stole our heart!”
Chris stops walking and points the bat at the decaying body of the kumquat.
“That’s our ultimate form, huh? What a joke.”
The kumquat bursts open and out of it rises Lord Kumquat’s ultimate form. He looks just like the old Chris, but he’s 10 feet tall, orange, and has skin like the inside of a kumquat. His eyes fly open, glowing bright red.
“HA-”
Lord Kumquat blasts an overwhelming laser blast from his hands and completely evaporates the old Chris.
“-HA”
Lord Kumquat walks over to the spot where the old Chris once was. He bends down to inspect something on the ground.
It’s a red butterfly.
He picks it up and holds it up to the sky.
“BE FREE, MY LOVE.”
And he crushes the butterfly in his fist.
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To the shock of Dr. Franklin, the glowing scar lifts off of Kristen’s stomach and blasts apart into billions of parts. Lord Kumquat snaps out of his trance and returns to full hight.
“THE CURSE HAS BEEN LIFTED.”
“Curse? What do you mean curse?”
“I PRESUME YOU HAVE A NATURALISTIC EXPLANATION FOR WHAT JUST HAPPENED, DOCTOR?”
Dr. Franklin is silent.
“PUT HER BACK UNDER AND PREPARE HER FOR THE OPERATION?”
“Operation? You mean-”
“WITH THE CURSE GONE, THERE ARE NO MORE TRAPS OR PRECAUTIONS LEFT TO STOP US. IT’S TIME TO GIVE THE ELDEST HER FULL POWERS BACK.”
On the counter is a container with a swirling purple cloud inside. It’s labeled “_Valdra Muinthel_- The Spirit Of The Queen”
“WE’LL START THE PROCEDURE IN TEN HOURS.”
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The sun finally returns back to its normal color and Kristen, now fully awake jumps out of the hammock and lands on a very terrified Phantom.
They both just stare at each other for a minute.
“Bad dream?” he asks.
riseofthekumquatSuper Chris is probably going to hate me for this next segment.
riseofthekumquatI’m working on an entry right now building directly off of what just happened in that last one and also what’s going on outside of the simulations. Hoping it doesn’t step on what Kristen was planning to do.
riseofthekumquatI completely forgot the professor was in this story.
I’m also know nothing about Doctor Who, so I guess I’m just going to have to deal with that.
riseofthekumquatThat’s my understanding of the story so far and I know for a fact that I’m missing a bunch of stuff.
riseofthekumquatSo we’ve got the A-story, the plane of reality with Douglas, the army of Franklin Clones with the Anti-Cerebral Control Unit, Lord Kumquat, and Valdra Muinthel. Lord Kumquat is keeping the gang in dream/Matrix-like simulations for unknown reasons. Douglas (who at the time of writing has been captured) claims that Valdra Muinthel wants to capture Peter’s Time Lord Essence to power a Doomsday Device. We know nothing about Muinthel outside of this information; all we know about Lord Kumquat is that he is a floating, giant, sentient kumquat with extremely powerful telekinetic abilities and that he is extremely concerned with making sure Peter remains in a dream-Matrix state. Peter got only a quick glance at the “real” world and it’s unclear why one of the Franklins helped wake Peter up and revealed his cerebral powers to him. Peter has since been put into a different simulation, the Hotel. It initially was meant to be a place where Peter would be kept in comfort but as that illusion started to break, the ACCU created a bunch of Vampire-Goblin type creatures to wear him down and fatigue his subconscious with so much fear that he would go insane. This plan also doesn’t work, with Peter still questioning his reality, so when we last left off the simulation was then designed to appeal to Peter’s hero fantasies by suddenly giving him power over his situation and people to save.
Meanwhile, we have two other villains: The Phantom and Kristen. I don’t remember what made Kristen evil other than the fact that various people just liked writing her into the story as a villain. That part needs to be filled in. The Phantom was formerly known as “Oliver,” and he was deformed at birth. He became an outcast and decided to wear a mask to cover his face. He is extremely attracted to Kristen, who is also a “TOPHAT Time Lord” or something, I have no idea. He can also teleport and disable powers on people through the use of purple necklaces (although it’s only been shown to stop shapeshifting powers).
It’s unclear if these other two villains are also trapped in one of the simulation or if they’re also a part of the ACCU or if they’re computer algorithms meant to keep the simulations policed (ala Agent Smith from The Matrix).
Also, Kye is a shapeshifter, there was something going on with Dawn, and there was a talking Lama who wanted to play music in the big city that got left behind about 15 pages ago from the time of writing this.
riseofthekumquat(Any idea why this is “Part 1”?)
riseofthekumquat(Also, I’d be super into making an audio drama version of this if the story is ever finished.)
riseofthekumquat(Two rules that I want to propose for keeping the story coherent from this point on:
1: If it’s been more than two entries since a group of characters have been shown and you want to switch the story to their perspective, open with a “previously on” segment so that people can keep track of where these people were.
2: All characters that have been named exist and can’t be written out of the story without explanation. If it turns out that Valdra Muinthel is actually Kristen or some similar twist, that’s fine, but all named characters need to find their way back into the story at some point or be given an ending to their individual story (Carlos the Llama and Rebecca the Cow have been out of the story for a while). You can’t add a named character and have them completely disappear from the story.
I love how crazy this has gotten and how far it’s drifted from the original premise, I just want to make sure that the story doesn’t completely fall apart and become completely incomprehensible.)
riseofthekumquat(I may have accidentally implied that Peter isn’t remembering things in chronological order with the whole “we’ve put him through six simulations thing.” Or maybe Peter has been under for even longer than he’s realized and the hotel scenario was broken up into pieces. There’s a couple of different directions you can go with this.)
riseofthekumquat(“Once he embraces loses his mind” yeah, I’m gonna need to fix that when I get back home in a few hours)
riseofthekumquatPeter sat still, frozen in fear by the raspy breathing of whatever was in the room with him. In the darkness of the room, he struggled to fully comprehend his situation. He remembered the hotel, he remembered that he was upstairs; He didn’t know how the elevator worked or how he reached his room. It was all a haze of pleasant tastes and sensual smells. The intruders had the upper-hand in the dark, with their eyes having adjusted already and their general knowledge of the hotel and with the fact that they could allegedly turn invisible whenever they pleased. So when it came to choosing between fight or flight, fighting was not an option.
Peter could make a blind run for the door. He had no idea where he would go afterward, but the streams of light protruding from beneath the doorway seemed to be his only hope at the moment. He thought about trying to turn himself invisible but quickly realized how stupid of a thought that was. The Intruder already knew that Peter was there, turning invisible would do nothing but, ironically, give himself away. So he could either muster up his courage and make a break for the door or he could pretend to be asleep. At the sound of something sharp scraping against the carpet, Peter decided that his options had been narrowed further: he couldn’t just lay there and play dead, he either had to make a break for it or *be* dead. Peter readied himself and took a deep breath.
3…
The foot steps stopped at the foot of his bed.
2…
Peter felt the weight of something climb onto his bed.
1…
Something slimy brushed against Peter’s arm.
NOW!
Peter threw the covers off in a wide arc, hoping to temporarily disorient whatever had jumped up on his bed. He shot out of the room like a canon, not stopping until he was into the light of the hallway. He heard multiple inhuman shrieks come from the room and, foolishly, looked back to see his intruders. The three red-eyed creatures looked like a combination between a goblin and a giant bat, roughly about four feet tall. They jumped around defiantly, continuing on with that shrieking sound, acting like alpha chimpanzees who had been challenged to fight. One of them flashed their massive teeth and with one flap of their leathery wings exploded out of the hotel room. Peter quickly turned and sprinted down the hallway, the trio of creatures hot in pursuit.
It was only at this point that Peter remembered that he had been instantly transported to his room. He knew nothing about the seemingly endless stretch of hallway that laid out in front of him. He kept on at a full sprint, but the sheer length of this hallway weighed on his mind. He just had to get to the end of it and then he’d figure out what to do next. He just had to get away from these three creatures.
No, not three.
The flapping, the shrieking, it had all gotten louder. But it hadn’t gotten closer. There were more of them. A small army of them had assembled behind him. It was at this point that Peter began to see the bodies, former customers drained of their blood and missing limbs. Some peaked out of open room doors, some lay strewn in the middle of Peter’s path. Peter hurdled the bodies and refused to let his terror slow him down. Another hotel room door exploded open and Peter narrowly dodged another one of the creatures that came flying out. Peter felt like his heart was going to explode, every breath felt like liquid magma in his chest, but if he slowed his pace even a little bit the swarm of hundreds of creatures that had joined up behind him would catch him and eat him alive.
Turn invisible, Peter silently chanted to himself, TURN INVISIBLE!
Even if the man running the hotel was telling the truth (doubtful at this point), Peter couldn’t see how he would ever figure out how to unlock those powers.
At last! Sweat heavenly mercy! The hallway came to an end and there was a sharp, narrow turn towards the ballroom. The massive ensemble of hellspawns behind Peter lacked his maneuverability and this corner should thin out the heard a bit. Peter turned the corner without missing a beat and several seconds later heard the deafening crashing sound of hundreds of those creatures colliding with each other as they tried to fit through a much narrower hallway. Peter still couldn’t let up. He didn’t stop till he reached the balcony overlooking the ballroom, where he could see all of the hotels’ floors at once.
Peter’s quivering heart sank into his stomach.
The ballroom was at least a good mile below his feet. It was hard to get an exact guess on how high up he was, there were no lights on in the hotel outside of the ones of this floor. The ballroom was lit by moonlight. Even more terrifying, the balcony appeared to be a dead-end. The distant shrieking became significantly less distant.
Then another familiar sound enveloped Peter’s senses.
“O P E N Y O U R E Y E S,” came a whisper from what seemed like the very air around Peter.
“O P E N Y O U R E Y E S”
Peter climbed over the railing of the balcony and leaned back over the edge to create separation between himself and the swarm that had forced their bodies into the narrow hallway. Many of the creatures had landed and started crawling towards him, some on the ground, some on the wall, some on the ceiling, all with teeth bared. The hair on their jet-black bodies stood on end.
Peter tried to catch his breath and control his shaking body which partially hung over a drop to certain death.
“Open your eyes,” he chanted to himself. “Wake up.”
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Peter’s unconscious body lay in a chrome cryosleep chamber in the middle of a moderately large room filled with Franklins holding clipboards, observing Peter’s brainwaves through various monitors.
“YOU TOLD ME THIS ONE WOULD BE TROUBLE,” came a booming voice that seemed to apparate from every corner of the room, “BUT THIS…”
“He has been through six different scenarios over the last few days,” marveled Franklin 2265, current captain of the Cryosleep Division, “With the others, we merely had to put them in a labyrinth of quests and pop-culture references and they were content to lay and rest until the day that their brains turned to mashed potatoes. This one has too secure of a grasp on reality, questions everything. We can’t seem to get him to forget about the real world.”
“THEN WHY ARE YOU THREATENING HIM IN THIS SCENARIO? WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST LET HIM ENJOY THE HOTEL!?”
“We wanted to fatigue him, break him down, make go insane. Once he embraces loses his mind-”
Franklin 2265 is cut-off by the slow building of a high-pitch tone. All of the Franklins drop their equipment and cover their ears. The room starts shaking with the pressure. We finally see who that first Franklin was talking to: a giant, levitating… orange? At least it sort of looked like an orange.
Franklin 2265’s nose starts to bleed. The noise cuts out and Franklin 2265’s face is dragged upward by some unseen force toward what one would assume to be the face of the giant orange.
“WHEN I’M FINISHED WITH YOU, YOU WILL *BEG* FOR THE SWEET RELEASE OF INSANITY!”
“You’ll never get away with this!” yelled a familiar voice
Douglas was levitated above the two, clearly under the control of this giant orange creature and in no position to make any threats. The orange rotated slightly, as if to look up at him.
“YOUR FOOLISH OPTIMISM AND DESIRE TO BE THE HERO HAS BEEN MOST USEFUL IN FURTHER TRAPPING THIS SPECIMEN. FOR THIS AND FOR THIS ALONE, I WILL APPEAL TO THE MISTRESS TO SPARE YOUR LIFE, IN SPITE OF YOUR TREACHERY. DO NOT FURTHER TEST MY GENEROSITY.”
And with that, Douglas drifted towards the wall of the room. The walls became a liquified substance and Douglas was quickly dragged in, kicking and screaming. The creature then turned back toward a terrified Franklin 2265.
“TRANSITION THE SCENARIO, TURN THIS INTO A HERO FANTASY. SEE TO IT THAT NO MATTER WHAT, THIS SPECIMEN DOES NOT WAKE UP AGAIN. I ASSURE YOU CAPTAIN 2265, THE MISTRESS IS NOWHERE NEAR AS FORGIVING AS I AM. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?”
“Y-yes, Lord Kumquat.”
“GOOD. FIX THIS SITUATION BEFORE SHE FINDS OUT”
And with that, Lord Kumquat levitates out of the room and the door shuts behind him.
The Franklin’s scramble back to work, flipping dials and switches.
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“Open your eyes,” Peter is still chanting as the bat-goblin creatures close in on him, “Open your eyes.”
Peter is awoken from his trance by the sound of something metal landing next to him. It’s a handgun. Peter really should have questioned where that had come from, but he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth in a situation like this. Peter grabs the gun and fires a round towards one creature, grazing its shoulder. Another one was in prime position to sneak up and take a bite out of him, but he puts the barrel in the creature’s mouth and blows its brains out. For a feeding frenzy mob that was all ready to take him down a minute ago, the creatures scattered almost immediately, flying away off in different directions of the hotel.
Peter climbs back over onto the right side of the railing and collapses into a heap, beyond exhausted. But then he hears something even more unsettling than the shrieks of the creatures.
“NO! GET BACK! NO! HELP!” screamed the voice of a girl from about three floors below him.
There might be another survivor in here, thought Peter, I need to save them before the creatures get there. Would one handgun be enough?
Wait, how did he not notice that closet up here before?
It’s open.
And inside there’s a shotgun, an ammo vest to carry all the shells, an ax, and some climbing rope.
Again, Peter didn’t have the time to stop and recognize how convenient this was. He had to get down there to save any survivors.
“It’s showtime.”
riseofthekumquatAlternatively, you could try doing something like this.
riseofthekumquatThere’s also an idea that I think could be both really interesting and potentially hilarious in a few instances: do a series where you turn secular songs into Christian songs. Obviously you have artists like Mumford And Sons who use a lot of biblical imagery even though they aren’t Christians and you’ve got personal songs about relationships that could parlay into spiritual themes with some tweaking (“Skinny Love” by Bon Iver comes to mind on that one), but imagine posting a video where the premise is “I’ve been challenged to turn All Star by Smash Mouth into a worship song.”
riseofthekumquatI know right? It’s crazy what adding real instruments can do for a song. It has such a pure early 2000s alt-rock feel to it now.
riseofthekumquatHave you ever thought of doing something like this? Theoretically Jack wants to do more of these, but with all of the other series that he does he’ll get maybe two more out at the most before he gives up. The premise is really interesting though: take a song you hate and make it good by changing the lyrics, the rhythm, the melody, or whatever. There are literally millions of song covers on YouTube, but this is the first time that I’ve seen this idea pulled off.
riseofthekumquatMason probably already listen to the Anchor segment that I made about this.
riseofthekumquatThe podcast in its current format is done. I might do something like it later if I find a co-host, but for now I’ve got school, work, a YouTube channel that I’ve neglected over the past 3 months, and I’m trying to re-enter the SBIFF 10-10-10 competition and I’m volunteering twice a week to help with youth group services at my church. I’m spread super thin and I can’t find a way to balance a weekly podcast into all that.
I’m sorry to disappoint, but until I have other things worked out the Tribute To Troy Podcast is done.
riseofthekumquatIf you’re interested, here’s the SoundCloud link: https://soundcloud.com/troy-wullbrandt/tribute-to-troy-episode-one-week-3-vs-texas
And here’s the YouTube link: https://youtu.be/n5xzPP7Fks4
Couldn’t post it to Anchor because it took too long and everything on the premiere episode is now horribly outdated, but I’m planning on putting out a new one this week.
riseofthekumquatNot uploading in a really long time
