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Category Three	13.3%	[ 2 ]
Watching Joss Whedon shows	40.0%	[ 6 ]
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Cake. Always with the cake.	20.0%	[ 3 ]
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[Yutora]

LoperDoper

Yutora

Eh, still trying to think of something for one.

You've still got fifteen days left to enter!

Lets hope my brain has something by then;
it tends to like last minutes -_-

[LoperDoper]

Ten days guys!
I've only recieved one entry, so the chances of this being open until June 15th is high.

[Yutora]

FINALLY! Inspiration.

On it now, boss.

[LoperDoper]

Yutora

FINALLY! Inspiration.

On it now, boss.

Hop to it!


(Yay!)

[gloria_wong_91]

gloria_wong_91 - Category 3 - Prose - Title: The Dream

When I was six, I had a recurring dream. I dreamt that I was a prince who lived in a grand castle with a moat filled with crocodiles and a drawbridge for adventures in the city. My people loved me and would sing and dance with me when I went out to explore my kingdom. Daddy was the wise ruler of the country, always fair and just; mummy was their beloved queen, the loveliest and kindest of all the land. In my dream, we had no enemies but one, the dragons that threatened to plague the land. After a long bloody battle decades ago, a truce was formed to prevent more deaths on both sides with the dragons agreeing to stay away from our kingdom if we stayed away from their land, leaving them to hunt any living creature that passed their territory. It was a delicate truce but none could care less because there was peace for the first time. I used to wake up, smiling, from my dream to mummy’s flustered appearance and the smell of pancakes as she goes on a rant about possibly being late for school. “Mummy, mummy,” I would exclaim excitedly on those mornings, “I dreamt that I was a prince again!” She would nudge me gently into the bathroom with an amused laugh. “I wish I was a real prince.” I would say as I climbed onto the stool armed with a toothbrush.

“You know, a very old man once said that a dream is just the other life you lead when you are sleeping in this world. So, maybe,” She hands me a cup to rinse my mouth. “You are a prince. God knows, you are my little prince.” With another melodious laughter, she helped me change out of my pyjamas into the school uniform, and I would leave for school that morning in joyous anticipation for another adventure at the end of the day, in my dreams. I dreamed of my other life often, sometimes even on three consecutive nights, and as a little child, it was all I could think of. In my explorations, I would get bolder with each new adventure, even daring to go near the dragons’ territory from time to time but never really crossing the border. The dragons were all at once majestic and terrifying, and I would watch them, entranced, from a safe distance, wondering what it must be like to ride them. Then one day, something changed and the dreams stopped. I thought I would never see the dragons, the castle or mummy again.

For the next few years, it was like I had fallen into a dark crevice and there was no way out. I was so far below that I couldn’t see the light above me because the shadow of the walls had closed in on me. It was so dark that I could not even see myself. At first, I was full of questions and was unstoppable. “Why did mummy go?” I asked relentlessly. “When will she come back? I miss her.” Daddy would merely shake his head as tears welled up in his eyes and he would look away. If I persisted, he would get angry and send me away. Soon, I stopped speaking altogether and lived in a world of pitch-black darkness and silence for far too long. In the days that followed, I met one doctor after the other. They made me sit in a chair, sometimes with toys and sometimes with paper and colour pencils, desperately trying to encourage some sort of reaction out of me. Sitting quietly, I would stare back at them with sad eyes like a puppy and remain motionless and uncooperative.

It wasn’t until I was ten that I dreamt of my heaven again. The kingdom was just as I had remembered it, but mummy wasn’t there. I saw daddy sitting in his throne, eyebrows furrowed as though he was trying to think very hard about something. I wanted so badly to ask him but was afraid that he would get mad at me, just like when I was awake. I hesitate, before boldly walking up to him and imploring “Where is mummy?”

To my surprise, he answered me with a slight hint of worry in his tone. “The dragons have mummy.” He said, trying to put on a reassuring smile. “But we’ve sent our warriors out to get her back.”

“Why do they have mummy?” I probed, with the stubbornness of a child.

Daddy sighed, and looked away for a moment. “Mummy was very brave.” He began, looking into my eyes unwaveringly. “Mummy was trying to save a little girl who had wandered past the border by accident.” And I understood the unspoken words as much as I had understood what he had said – She exchanged herself as hostage in return for the little girl. “Don’t worry, we’ll get mummy back. Ok?” Bravely, I nodded, fighting back the tears of fear.

It was a Sunday morning when I woke up from my dream. The sun streamed into my room, and for the first time in years, I felt warm and alive as though my tears were a reminder that I was indeed human. It took me a few moments to register that I was in a log cabin with my aunt and uncle, and my three cousins. They had brought me along on their family trip as one out of many attempts to coax me out of the fort I had built for myself. “The child needs a break.” They had told my dad who simply nodded and waved them away. Then, they had come into my room, packed a few items of clothing and whisked me away with them.

The smell of pancakes in the morning made me sick and I ran to the bathroom, not wanting to puke in the room. As I bravely wash up, fighting back the lump that was rising up my throat, I threw on some clothes and ran down the stairs, and out the front door. They watch, puzzled, as I dashed out, but no one stopped me. The smell of grass and wood was refreshing, and I slowly made my way to the lake. Sitting at the dock, dangling my feet barely inches above the water, I gazed into the vast blue, entranced by the little sparkles on the water surface. Almost immediately, an image of mummy’s twinkling eyes appeared among the sparkles causing me to look away. There was a forest to my right that was somewhat sinister-looking. I realize I could not take my eyes off it, memorizing the way the trees reached for the skies and hid everything within their shadows. For a moment, I was transported to the far depths of my memory. Anyone who had seen me then must have thought I looked crazy, with my eyes looking glazed over. The forest looked familiar, like the one in my dream. It wasn’t long before my innocent mind made the connection and I found myself walking towards the forest with the bravery of a prince.

I had often read in storybooks that the brave prince saves the beautiful princess from the dragon and they live happily ever after. “That’s just a little kid’s story,” my older cousins would tease me, “only a dumb little kid would believe that.” If only they had known what I discovered that day, they would never dare mock those stories again. I must have been walking for hours by the time I was tired and had to sit down to rest. I couldn’t tell if it was the afternoon for it was far too dark inside to see very much. Yet, I wasn’t afraid at all, not when there were strange howling noises or when there was a rustling sound. Perhaps I had been in my own darkness for so long that I had gotten used to it. I was certain that I knew the forest, that I had explored it many times before as a little boy, barely six years of age. My steps were sure and I did not hesitate, and neither did I feel hungry nor thirsty. After a couple of minutes to catch my breath, I was ready to continue walking again, and I trudged on.

Eventually, I reached the familiar plateau where I had sat many times, watching the majestic creatures take flight. Somewhere inside me, my mind was fighting to be heard, shouting that I was insane if I believed that dragons will appear, but my heart won my attention, chanting steadily that it was not merely a dream, it was another life I led. I sat there for what felt like hours, staring at the long trunks of trees that seemed to stretch out forever before me. Sometimes my faith wavered, but I would quickly convince myself ‘just a little more’. I sat still, unmoving, the most statue-like I had ever been. Then, as though by some miracle, I heard a faint familiar rustling that got louder. All of a sudden, something shot out of the trees and into the sky. Its wings beat loudly as the dragon soared higher still, flapping so quickly that I couldn’t help a sharp intake of breath at its strength. I pinched myself to make sure it was not just a dream. The pain was gratifying. I got up to my feet and stood there for a few seconds, unsure of what to do.

The dragon circled the air, a blur of a mustard yellow and ochre. It was awhile before it spotted its lone spectator and glided towards me at a speed that seemed impossible for such a heavy creature. Dragons, as it is commonly known, speak to humans using connections of the mind so that their words are understood across all languages that may exist in all ages of time. However, it is required that the dragon is in close proximity to the person, not more than 20 feet. It felt unbelievably near to me as it floated there before my eyes, large and familiarly intimidating. “What do you want?” It asked me, its voice a rich baritone. “Who are you?”

I swallowed my fears, and boldly looked into its eyes with an unwavering gaze. “I am the prince, and I’m here to inquire about my mother.” In the voice in my head, I sounded far grander and like a prince than I ever had out loud. Inside, I was not a boy – I was a man. There was what seemed like a throaty, sadistic laugh from the dragon. Its eyes dared me to continue, mocking me, a little boy acting all big and tough. “Where is she?”

“If you must know, she’s our hostage. With her life in our hands, your father will agree to anything.” The dragon said, with a twisted smile. It twisted its body around and made to leave. In my mind, I yelled for it to halt. “There’s nothing you can do, little boy.”

“If you leave now, then it is war!” I proclaimed with all my might. “I promise that I will slay every dragon that I meet from this day forth.” The dragon laughed again, and flew off leaving me behind feeling more helpless than ever. It was then that reality hit me – I was ten. I had no sword. What could I do?

I crumpled onto the ground, sobbing. The forest was silent once more, with the dragon out of sight. It was a long time before I stopped crying and felt more comforted than I had been for years. ‘What would a prince do?’ The question repeated itself in my mind. I knew the answer.

‘A young boy, aged ten, stabbed a man who had been passing by his house today. The man appears to have no relation with the young boy, and was merely walking by the street where the young boy lived. It is believed that the boy suffered a traumatic experience and a subsequent breakdown after his mother’s death three years ago, following which he refused to speak or interact much with anyone. The day before, he was on vacation with his aunt’s family recently when he was found wandering alone in the depths of the forest having seemingly recovered. The boy had started speaking to his cousins, and so, they immediately brought him home to celebrate with his father. The next afternoon, the boy was playing in his yard when the man walked by. He dashed out and stabbed the man with a pocketknife he had been hiding. The neighbours who had witnessed the scene in horror called 999 and the man was rushed to the hospital. He is in a stable condition now. The boy is currently undergoing a psychiatric examination and is likely to be charged in juvenile court.’

‘It has been eleven years since a ten-year-old boy made headlines when he suffered a psychiatric break and stabbed a stranger walking by his house. The boy had been sent to a mental institution for adolescents for the past eleven years. Today, he would be evaluated, and a decision would be made regarding his future, whether he would be sent to another mental institution for adults or released. It seems that his chances of release are slim, however he is said to have shown no signs of improvement, stabbing male staff with any sharp object he had managed to get his hands on. He insisted repeatedly that he was ‘slaying dragons’. The cause of his delusion is unknown despite the eleven years’ worth of therapy. It is believed to be linked to his mother’s death 3 years before the stabbing.’

I sit in a big room, with many people looking at me with their beady eyes. They do not love me anymore they way they used to. Their stares are accusing, but I do not blame them. The dragons are in charge now, and they are afraid. I look up at a huge figure, towering above me, covered in grey and black. It speaks to me with a deep, rich baritone. I would recognize that creature anywhere. I fight against my restraints, yelling. I will save you, mummy.

[OriginalSooshi]

OriginalSooshi - Category One - Prose - Bound Wings

Snow Patrol - Run



'They're coming,' I signed desperately with my hands trembling, almost wishing I could shout it out; unfortunately, deaf people can't hear your pleas, no matter how loud you scream. Tears welled in my eyes as I watched the panic flit across Elsie's face. She blinked owlishly, for once looking her mere nine years of age. She reached for one of my hands, which I let her hold in a death-grip. I could understand her terror – if they took her away from me, I didn't know what I would do. She was my little sister, the only family I had left in the world. Life had been tough for the both of us, and I wouldn't abandon her when she needed me most.

I tried to avoid looking into her eyes – I didn't want her to see the fear in my own. She thought I was the bravest person she had ever known, the older sister she could count on. So I smiled a grim smile and lifted her into my arms, where she rested lightly. Her hands linked together behind my neck and her ragged breath tickled my ears. For the first time in my life, I was glad she couldn't hear me, murmuring curses under my breath and sniffling every other moment. She didn't realize just how bad our situation had become.

With a small groan of exertion, I got to my feet and shuffled my way to the door, pulling it open and leaving the small cabin behind. It was ice-cold outside, and it felt like I had just been dropped in the Southlands, the one place it snowed most days of the year. I shivered, feeling Elsie doing the same in my arms. I had tried to find her the warmest clothes I could on our way here, but not many market sellers would trade with two girls who had no money to speak of. The most I could gather was a pair of trousers and a woollen shirt, both a perfect fit for Elsie. I went with the torn, dirty dress I had begun the journey in, which had shrunk considerably after months of running.

Trees and bushes appeared around us, growing in density as we moved through the forest. We stopped every now and then to rest, Elsie propped against a tree. In the early hours of the next morning, we stopped by a creek and I placed Elsie down, brushing her hair out of her face as she slept; she had finally dropped into sleep a few miles back, a sleep she needed. It wasn't a luxury we could afford as often as we liked. I sat down heavily, my legs crying out for a break. I looked at my sister, thoughts spilling into my head.

To think I might not see those eyes, it makes it so hard not to cry. I nearly do.

A crack in the bushes pulled me back to reality. Before I could react, my head was pulled back with a sharp jerk and I felt a cold blade slide into place under my chin. I heard a deep chuckle, one that was so familiar. I had listened to it echo in my sitting room for years, filled with warmth and joy. Now it was cold, a heartless mirth that desired only pain. I whimpered quietly and looked at Elsie from the corner of my eyes. She couldn't hear a word they were saying, but she was staring at me in horror.

“Now, Brynn, what shall we do with the young Elsie here, hm?” the man behind me whispered in my ear. I immediately began to thrash, not caring that the sharp dagger was pressing harshly against the skin of my throat.

“Let her go!” I screamed, my hands clutching at the ground for grip. The man's hand was instantly on my throat, pushing me to the ground as his cheek rested on mine.

“We'll give her to Hannah if you give up now. If you don't, we'll kill you both,” he threatened, a smirk of malice crossing his face. After a moment of hesitation, I fell limp. I could feel the grin on his face.

“Good girl.”

Oh, Elsie! Have heart, my dear sister. One day I will find you again.

[LoperDoper]

gloria_wong_91

OriginalSooshi

Oh my, a month with only one entry and then two at once! Thanks!

[Ysavvryl]

I hadn't looked at this contest previously, I think (dunno why). But it's nice that you extended the deadline. I have an idea for category 2 involving ninjas.

[LoperDoper]

Ysavvryl

I hadn't looked at this contest previously, I think (dunno why). But it's nice that you extended the deadline. I have an idea for category 2 involving ninjas.

I didn't really have much choice. It seems I get more entries in the extra extended deadline time.

Woo ninjas.

[OriginalSooshi]

LoperDoper

c: No problem. I only just found this one last night, so I thought I might give it a go. It was fun.

[LoperDoper]

OriginalSooshi

c: No problem. I only just found this one last night, so I thought I might give it a go. It was fun.

Glad you enjoyed it!

[theramblinggirl]

Oh, I think I can work up an entry for category 3! biggrin

[LoperDoper]

theramblinggirl

Oh, I think I can work up an entry for category 3! biggrin

Yay!

[Ysavvryl]

Ysavvryl - Category 2 - Prose - Not 'Alone in Paradise'

She picked up the ringing phone. “Hello?”

“CONGRATULATIONS!” the earpiece boomed, causing her to blink and pull the phone away from her ear. “YOU HAVE JUST WON A FABULOUS CONTEST!”

“Errr,” she said, not sure how to respond. She didn't recall entering any contests.

The voice toned down, a little. “You now own your very own private island and you're free to do whatever you like with it. We will even provide two hundred thousand pounds for you to spruce it up with.”

“Is this a scam?” That was the only explanation she had for it.

“Absolutely not,” the voice insisted. “All that we ask is that you live one year on the island, don't mind our cameras, and don't leave at all. After that, you win a further two million pounds and the island is all yours.”

“No thanks,” she said. It still sounded like a scam.

The voice clucked in disapproval. “Now now, you have won this contest and you cannot back out ON THE PAIN OF DEATH! If you try to run, or if you try to leave the island before the year is up, our ninjas will swiftly end your life. You have three hours to prepare and then you will be escorted to your lovely island. Good day.”

“Wait, where is this island?” she asked quickly. But there was a click on the other end of the line.

She stared at the phone a moment, nearly convincing herself that it was a joke. But then a person dressed from head to toe in close-fitted concealing dark blue clothes handed her a piece of paper. He hadn't been there a moment before. At the top of the paper, it had GPS coordinates written in blue ink, to locate the island she had somehow won. The rest of it was in a blaring blocky font.

It said: ‘Congratulations on winning our fabulously secret and special contest!!!!!!! You will love your superb and amazing prize! It is a full and complete, isolated, pristine, glorious, distinguished, casual, intoxicating, calming, most magnificent, humble, gorgeous, brilliant tropical island!!! Here is all the stupendous features that your island boasts of!

No previous developments (we swear)!!
Free satellite internet service!
A variety of healthy and organic edible plants!
Pure sand and coral beaches!
A romantic and secluded lagoon!
Trees!
Mystery!
Intrigue!
Maybe even treasure?!
A slumbering ancient being that was once worshiped as a pagan god!
And artistic multimillion dollar views!
!!!

Plus you can win fame and fortune through our marvelous reality TV program which will be filmed unobtrusively at your island, starring you! The world awaits in wonder at what you will do with your honorable lucky fortune!!! Love it!!!!!!’

She recalled reading somewhere that excessive exclamation mark use was a sign of insanity, or an overeager young teenager. “How wonderful,” she said sarcastically. “On the pain of death?”

The ninja had a shiny knife inches from her face for an answer.

“Fine, let me get ready.”

Day 1

After making sure that this was a tropical island, as well as finding out typical weather patterns and the likelihood of horrible poisonous plants being around, I gathered up things I could take. I don’t go camping much, but I did have a cot, pillows, blankets, and some rope: that all is constructed in a tent for the time being. I brought some hand tools: a couple of hammers, a handsaw, a chisel, a hatchet, a screwdriver, and a wrench. Also some clothes, a pack of bottled water, a laptop computer (hey they said free internet, and it is here), a first aid kit, pots, pans, simple cooking utensils, and some fishing gear. In the garage, I found a wooden crate that something had been shipped to me in. That should help me get started.

The ninja (who strangely speaks with a British accent when he does speak) then brought me and the wooden crate with my stuff out to a helicopter, even though I hadn’t noticed it landing at my house. I was flown out to the island this way. The crew gave me use of their computer to order some things with the money I had. So I ordered a kit to make a water desalination and filtering system, a high quality multi-tool pocket knife, a solar generator (with a batter charging station for my laptop), a proper tent, and some chickens.

While I was working on that, one of them asked me what the island's name should be. I had no idea, since I hadn't seen it yet, so I just said the first thing that came to mind: Thimble Island. It may be ill-fitting, but I'm going to stick to it to annoy them.

If anyone happens upon this blog, please report me to the police as being kidnapped.

Day 2

I found out today that they’re calling the show ‘Alone in Paradise’, which makes no sense whatsoever. There is at least one cameraman around; he or she tries not to be noticed, but I see the footprints, hear the occasional cracks of branches, and found a running webcam in my tent. I had to remove the last. Sorry guys, but you’re not going to see me naked. Plus, I know that the ninjas have a hideout somewhere.

Thimble Island itself is a few miles across with the lagoon in the middle, making it a sort of messy oval-ish shape with a round body of water in the southern part. By GPS data, it’s about five miles long and a mile wide. The ground here is almost all sand, mostly yellow-tan, but the plants grow pretty well in the center. With the help of internet resources, I’ve identified many varieties of edible fruits, berries, nuts, root vegetables, and leafy vegetables. There’s many coconuts and even some grains that I could use to make flours if I can figure out how.

I have set up my blanket tent in a spot near the lagoon. It’s salt water that passes through the coral, but the land comes well above tide levels before dropping into the lagoon. That and a natural clearing made a good spot to set up my camp. For now, I’m rationing my bottled waters and drinking coconut milk to keep hydrated.

I still consider this kidnapping.

Day 4

A number of my ordered supplies arrived today. I was able to put together the desalination and filtration system, so I don’t have to worry about water now. I also don’t have to worry about power for my laptop, as the solar generator is working well. It supports that and the water system, although I might be able to run something else on it. If I had something else, that is. But between that and keeping up with food, I had to put off working more on the chicken pen.

For being on a 'deserted' island, I’ve been awfully busy the past few days.

Day 7

The chickens have arrived, and in good time as I finished their pen this morning. Much of it is just a simple shelter I made out of parts of the wooden crate, with a fence that can be shut at night. While there are bugs, I haven’t noticed many animals that would eat a chicken. But there might be something lurking in the shadows where I can’t see.

I now have two hens and a rooster with me. They came with some chicken wire, which I’ve begun adding to my simple stick fence, and a bag of chicken feed. But they seem to be happy enough with the bugs they’re scratching up, so I’ll use the feed sparingly.

Day 10

To those of you who say ‘Alone in Paradise’ is boring, I say that I’m doing my job properly. I can’t be too entertaining, or these jerks will think that this is a good idea to continue. So I will keep removing those webcams from my tent and keep being a boring hard-working person. Also, all of you are being complacent because apparently nobody has filed a kidnapping report on me, except myself. And that report wasn’t believed. Sigh.

Now that things are prepared, I’m going to attempt to build a permanent structure. I assessed my remaining funds and found that I do have enough money left over for a bucket of housing nails and a few buckets of wood preserver. I have never built a house before, but I’ve found plans for structures online.

And really, how am I alone if there’s internet access? Now you all stop fussing about being given a boring show.

Day 16

Harlow’s, the building supply store I ordered from, says they deliver to anywhere within one to two business days, but I will cut them slack as they didn’t expect to deliver to a tropical island. They were at least nice enough to throw in a paint brush and a kit for a simple single lightbulb. Apparently the Harlow’s warehouse manager that sent the stuff along felt like this building project would make the show more interesting. It probably won’t hurt them to have the free advertising either, so there you are: Harlow’s is a nice and helpful bunch.

I’ve been gathering fallen logs and trees for my house from around the island, but I may have to cut down another few trees to have enough. It’ll be tough with just the tools I have, but at least I can be assured that I won’t deplete the island of trees. I’d have to be building a massive mansion to do that.

I saw one of the ninjas today. Apparently he’d killed something that was interested in my chickens. Nice of him. But they still say they will kill me if I try to leave. Can you guys at least get a warrant out for that? Or does the fact that Thimble Island is outside of any country’s boundaries keep them safe? That stinks.

Day 45

Well I finally have my house mostly done. Since I didn’t have the gear to make planks, it’s built of logs and sticks. I carved notches in the logs to fit them snugly, but the structure of the building keeps itself together mostly (at least according to what some of you are saying). Around the island, I’ve found a lot of bushes with flexible woody stems, or strong vines; I weaved those together to make the conical roof. The house itself is roughly hexagonal, with three solid walls, a wall with the entrance, and two walls that have large windows. Some large leaves from the coconut trees serve as curtains and door so I still have a private space from the camera men and ninjas.

The thing that worries me now is that it’s not fully waterproof and the rains can get intense here. But I don’t have any more funds and I’m not sure the soil here can make the right kind of mud pack. I tried a few ways, but they just don’t bind right. Since I didn’t need it anymore, I cut up the tent and tied those to the roof. But even with the overhang from the roof, I think I should get some weatherproofing in the walls, and the roof in case the tent scraps don’t stay.

And no, I am not an actor. I really was kidnapped to be on this ‘boring’ reality show.

Day 55

Since my house was done, I made a structure to my fire pit so I can keep it going in case of rain. That didn’t take long as I had materials left over and I’m getting used to this rustic construction. My chickens are doing well and pretty much take care of themselves; one of the hens has a few eggs I’m letting her hatch. I don’t have any projects to work on now, as I’m pretty well settled in. So I took the time yesterday and today to explore the island more closely.

And in doing so, I discovered where the ninjas are hiding out. They have a cellar in the northern part of the island that was dug out, waterproofed, then finished in concrete. The cameramen have a shack they stay in that’s more obvious, and they switched out every few days. After pointing out that they weren’t very good ninjas if I could find their base, the ninjas agreed to talk with me for a while. Strangely, the four of them are all British, although they claim that because they were trained in Japan, they are authentic ninjas. Whatever that means. They’re big on rugby.

They still won’t let me leave Thimble, but at least they’re going to share their tea with me from now on. That makes things much better.

Day 83

You know, if you guy are going to complain about how boring the show is most of the time, why are you still watching the misnamed ‘Alone in Paradise’? I know they’re been trying all sorts of nonsense to up ratings. There was that ‘crew member’ that said he was here to follow me for a few days in person but then turned out to be an attempt at a romantic hook, to put it lightly. I’m sorry, but if I’m the owner of this island and the star of this show, I am not letting it get turned into porn. They’re trying to be all sneaky about those webcams too.

Then there was that attempted invasion. I’m sorry, but a bunch of drunkards in fancy costume do not make a pirate crew. Plus, my ninja friends are authentically skilled, if not authentically Japanese, so there was really no question about who would win. The ghosts didn’t fool me for a moment because I saw them setting it up, the chicken thief was simple to track down because I’m getting used to crossing this island quickly, and the whole temptation of modernity to get me to leave the island was much too blatant. Especially when they’ve told me that they won’t be cutting off my internet and satellite access because they need it too.

And that whole flying octopus thing was just stupid. Everyone agrees on that.

Well I did do something interesting today. I was searching around the beach, looking for shells to do some decorating with. I have a table I made out of more fallen logs now, as well as a pair of chairs (one for me and one for when the ninjas comes for a visit; I mean to make more). But I still have a little over nine months to stay here, so I might as well make my place somewhat pleasing.

While I was out doing that, I found something unexpected. There was something gold in the yellow-tan sand that caught my eye, so I began to dig it out. It turned out to be a necklace, a quite unusual one. The cord is thick, formed like rope from many gold threads. Every couple of inches, there’s a bead of varying colors, either a muted orange freckled with chocolate brown or a grass green marbled with a bronze-like brown. I think they’re carved from some kind of gemstone. Attached to this cord is a large pearl in a gold clasp. Attached to the pearl by another gold clasp is a large black claw. It’s curved and quite sharp at the point. I don’t know what it’s carved from, though.

I still wish that the kidnapping arrest would come through.

Day 113

I now command Godzilla.

Apparently the paper wasn’t kidding about an ancient god slumbering here. The claw necklace I picked up seems to be connected to it. You’d know that I’ve been wearing that thing every day since I found it. I thought it was nothing but a good luck charm in that it doesn’t really do anything but I feel a little more secure with it on.

Not so. This morning, I went down to the beach thinking I’d try again for one of the fish out there. As I was preparing my line, I noticed strange movements in the water. The birds all flew away and I could see splashes of fish frantically getting out of the way. And then it burst out of the water with a roar, a giant black and green creature that seemed half dragon and half dinosaur. On its hands were claws that match the one on my necklace. It looked at me with its golden eyes.

After a bit of the both of us just standing there, I called out to it and asked if it was just going to stay out there in the water. The dragon-dinosaur walked right up to the beach. As it didn’t make to attack me, I talked to it for a bit and found out that it would do as I asked, such as pick me up and let me look over my whole island, or knock some coconuts out of a tree. It can understand me just fine, but it doesn’t speak to me. I even asked it to and it didn’t say a word. It might not be able to.

On seeing that I could control this Godzilla creature, the ninjas immediately swore allegiance with me. I suppose it’s because I could order Godzilla to squash them and they don’t know how to kill something like it. Although I don’t really know what to do with it. At least it isn’t eating my chickens yet.

Day 115

Hallelujah! The British government has finally gone and arrested the producers and crew of ‘Alone in Paradise’ for kidnapping me, among other charges. They also sent over an ambassador and a small group of police to my island, the latter to arrest the ninjas and the former to discuss with me what to do about Godzilla. Since the ninjas have been pretty good to me, I convinced them to drop charges against those fellows.

I’ve been meeting with a lot of ambassadors today, from America, from Japan, from China, from Canada, from Chili, even from the European Union. Now that I command Godzilla, as well as a handful of British ninjas, they all want to make treaties with me so that I don’t come and invade them. The richer countries are even willing to pay me off yearly, for life, so that I stay put peacefully on Thimble Island.

Who am I to argue against a sweet deal like that?

[LoperDoper]

Ysavvryl

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