Time to post again
Hello readers. Today is the day that I reveal to you the next installment of
"unnamed story 1". Indeed it does not have a name. This is where I lack creativity, somewhere
so simple that it makes my brain want to explode. When I think about whats in a name it seems too
important to just throw together something entirely relevant, but that seems to be the trend with the
Smashing Pumpkins' music, not stories about ninjas. I've decided to keep the name Kai as it has
grown on me some, and as for the ninja in the fedora, i'll think of a few after writing this chapter,
then I'll fill you in on the recent adventures of myself.
maybe this link will work and show you all the first chapter?
"I'm sorry? Did you just say 'welcome home'? What makes you think that I'm even
willing to take you up on this offer?" said Kai.
The ninja in the fedora
leaned forward and looked Kai directly in the eyes. "To be honest, you have no choice in the matter
right now. We know you, Kai, and you will not leave here until we can be sure our secret village
is kept a secret."
"*sigh* A trap then? Fine, I'll play along."
"You choose wisely, Kai."
Kai's car now passed through the gate into the village, and as the gates closed,
the car was set on the ground. Kai and the fedora ninja then made their way to the center of the
ninja village.
"What's your name?" Kai asked.
"A time will come for you to know my name, it is
not now."
"You guys are just like the stereotypes I've heard of."
"Actually, there's
no such thing as a generic ninja, so kindly refrain from comparing our kin to what you've
seen in comic books.
"Ah, here we are Kai. This is the Karada building, where all our governing originates. Our leader
resides here and watches over our village. You are here to meet him."
"Why, may I ask, am I being delivered to your leader?"
"He will answer your questions."
At the main entrance stood two ninjas to either side. Their eyes went wide the moment they saw Kai
and the ninja in the fedora come up the grand stairway, they moved quickly to open the door for them.
Just inside was a throne room, where the village leader was apparently waiting for them.
"Welcome, Kai. You have returned home so long after your parents took you from us."
I know this one was short, but that's because I still can't decide on a name for the hat
ninja. It's your turn to help me decide:
1. First name:
a. Johnny
b. Greg
c. Booshi (hat in Japanese)
d. Anything but any of these names!
2. Last name:
a. Obake (ghost)
b. Jigoku (hell)
c. Mokuyoobi (Thursday)
d. I'm severely disappointed in you, I mean "Thursday"? And why are all the last
names Japanese if this takes place somewhere in America? All the names suck.
Thanks for helping me decide the name of the Fedora ninja by putting your choice in the form of a comment.
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Now is the time where I tell you of my own adventures:
Yesterday was interesting, but not bad in my opinion. I came to work, fully expectiong to write
this very story I just wrote today, but the computer decided that right in the middle of me
composing my post was the most opportune time to run a program that would shut down my browser.
I lost what may have been an hours worth of thought process and creativity. Naturally I decided
to put aside my anger and frustration as well as utter disappointment, and read some more of that
Order of the Stick comic. Not more than another hour passed before the fire alarm started going off. Well, I'm used to alarms going off because I work in the Facilities offices at my school, so I sit there for about five minutes before the alarm starts to get on my nerves. I finally look out the door and see that the lights in the main office are out and noone is there to be seen. I leave the building and the entire student body is sitting in the parking lot waiting for the fire drill to end. I asked around and figured it was still just an odd campus-wide fire drill. When I saw people leaving, I knew it was more than that. After about 10-15 minutes of buzzing alarms, I came inside, clocked out, grabbed my stuff and left. On the way to my car, a professor of mine says hi, and I figure he must know whats going on, so I ask, "Is it some kind of bomb threat?"
"yep"
A bomb threat at my school, well, at least class was cancelled last night.
Krusty
