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So this blog post is being done my none other than a Mr. Andrew Miles. While Tyler is vacuuming. Hopefully he doesn't notice. This is quite hillarious actually. I could say a lot of stuff about this man that the world at large doesn't know........ oh the facts that I could tell..................
Oh well, I'll will give him the respect he deserves, and not tell everyone about a certain Christmas present. Teehee! Now what? What am I supposed to put here anyway? I can play an ocarina.

You're Coming Home - A Song of Death

Pillars of smoke rose into the grey twilight from many areas of the fields. Too many pillars to count with only your eyes. The scent of burning flesh bombarded every surviving man. The survivors were searching the fields for every last body. None should, or would, be left for the carrion eating crows. Body of friend and foe alike were tossed into the blazing infernos, their ashes lighting the dark blue sky. As the corpses were gathered others attended to those who had been wounded in the medic camp. One wounded and dying soldier began to chant in a raspy but powerful voice.

"The sky is crimson

with the blood of our dead.

The earth doth shudder

for that which was shed."

The wounded man coughed; a red spew appearing on his torn jacket. He regained as much of his composure as he could muster and continued with other voices joining in his mournful song.

"For death is calling,

calling from our graves.

The black mists whisper;

for us, it craves."

A thin stream of blood began to run from the man's mouth. He took a deep breath. His voice began again, but was drowned out by the mass of other voices rising from all parts of the fields.

"The dark hand, grasping,

pulls me close.

And to me utters, 

'you're coming home,'"

The man let out his dying breath, his last song still upon his lips. All the men on the fields were now singing; finishing the hallowed tune that he would never complete.

"'Back to that brightness

from whence we came,

back to the luster

where all is same.'"

The Fruits of my Thought

So, in my many ideas that I have had, a few specific characters continue to show up in my stories. These characters are essences, not actual named figures, but they all seem to play a part in my ideas. The main three usually show up as follows: Tyrus, Dark, and Storm. They may not always come under the same name, but the emotional sides of the characters are always present.

Tyrus:
Tyrus is most commonly seen in the form of Ezekiel Tyrus, whom you have all met twice. He always shows up as a kid of noble birth who ends up losing everything to some unstoppable and evil force. He then swears his revenge and goes on a super long quest to regain that which is his (this may be his dignity, home, or woman). He always does things in the name of goodness and is your everyday awesome protagonist. He has appeared under the names of Max, D.C., and the ever famous Ezekiel Tyrus.

Dark:
Dark is a bit of a change from the oh so average Tyrus. He takes on a bit of a different approach to goodness. Dark is always characterized by possessing some horrible power that he uses for good. The only problem being that the people he is trying to save hate his guts. He usually has a small band of a few followers and he always fights against "the light." That may sound bad, but in these stories the light is always a oppressive leader who uses the innate goodness of light to make himself look like a good guy when really he is a crazy evil guy who is trying to destroy stuff. Dark's stories are also characterized by bittersweet endings. He usually ends up a martyr for his cause. Dark has only appeared in stories under the name Dark.

Storm:
Storm cannot accurately be described as a protagonist. He is completely rouge. He is characterized by his genius nature and, if power is involved, a distinct taste for lightning. The character of Storm is based around mechanics. He builds machines of grand and epic nature that are usually extremely far-fetched. He fights for what he wants and to survive in his ever changing surroundings. Storm has shown up in stories under the names Storm, Randall (as the antagonist to Dark), and even D.C. (also like Tyrus).

Well, they are only a few of the ideas I have, but more will be posted. If you want to hear any of the stories about these guys, just contact me. I will gladly post some on the blog.

The Hobbit

It had to be posted... It just had to be.

I must watch this movie.

Too bad it comes out in... a year. :P

Anyway, if ever you feel the need to watch Alvin and the Chipmucks: Chipwrecked. My advice to you is to find a better movie. You won't miss out on much if you don't watch it.

The Story of a Vacationer

I may be the most happiestest man in the world. :D This vacation, in the beginning, was going to be a time where I worked, partied, and did homework. Then the unspeakably awesome happened. I got most of work of for the vacation. I just need to remember to do my homework. That will be the hard part. My teachers were a bit crazy this year and I have to do a giant art project and two English papers. I will survive, of course, but it is still homework. Anyway, in the meantime, I will enjoy my life to the fullest of its potential: sitting around, sleeping in, staying up late, partying like a boss, and all the other stuff that comes with vacations. Plus I am listening to extremely loud Celtic music. Nothing beats extremely loud Celtic music.

Today is a weird day. It is Christmas Eve, but I'm not feeling it. I have been delivering treats and stuff for the last few days, trying to get into the Christmas Spirit, but the feeling isn't coming. It will probably come next week. At new years. That'll be my luck. :) Wait, whats this? My Celtic music just became Japanese Traditional. Just as good, in my opinion. Their harp work is boss. Am I the only one who has ever wanted to learn how to play the harp. That would be awesome. Along with the ocarina. :) Maybe someday.

Today is so relaxing. I actually took some time to clean today. I haven't even had time to clean in a while. This relaxing day will end soon, of course. No Christmas Eve is ever a safe day at my house. They always end up with movies, extended family, and a few off color jokes (that and the extended family are a bundled package, you can't get one without the other).

Andrew is coming down next week. That will be a party. Hopefully someday soon I can return to PG and party there, but that will have to wait.

Anyway, I must return to the madness.

Mini Wheats

I have recently conducted an experiment. It went like this.

• Problem:
• I didn't know the average number of frosted mini wheats in my average sized bowl.
• Hypothesis:
• There were probably about 45
• Experimental Data:
• Day 1 - 57 mini wheats
• Day 2 - 60 mini wheats
• Day 3 - 58 mini wheats
• Conclusion: 
• There are approximately 58 point something mini wheats in my average sized bowl. I underestimated how many possible mini wheats could fit into my bowl.

Ezekiel Tyrus: Origins

The honor guard marched through the city, heading up a somber procession. The march that everyone knew would come, but dreaded with all of their hearts. The citizens stood to either side of the street with heads bowed. Mothers hushed their lively children as the cheerless parade neared. Some, looking from windows, turned their heads away, trying not to let their anger and disappointment show. The only sound came as deep thrums from the heart of the colossal drums. The smells of the city: smoke, herbs, and dust took on a more dank and musky form.

One tear streaked and dirty face burst out of the street-side crowd and planted herself in front of the procession. The man at the head of the procession, Crios A'Tuana, the Heruin Grand-Master's Head enforcer of law, stalked slowly towards the girl, letting out a low chuckle. His laugh rose to hysteria as he took hold of her grimy shoulders and thrust her from the street and continued the march.

Ezekiel Tyrus Kingson crouched on the rooftop overlooking the march. His hands hovered over the handles of his swords. His father's kingdom had been taken by these men. He had to do something about it. The Grand-Master was a tyrannical dictator. Tyrus did not want life under that kind of being to be the fate of his people. A'Tuana wouldn't expect an attack from a kingdom that he had just taken over.

Tyrus stood, drawing his slightly curved blades. The sun glinted off of his silver chest plate. A'Tuana caught sight of the boy on the roof. His eyes widened with surprise and recognition. Tyrus raised his right hand above his head and shouted.

"For the true king of the Anamaer!"

Soldiers emerged from every shadow and crevice; soldiers wearing the red capes of the Anamear guard. A'Tuana surveyed the situation. He looked to Tyrus and spoke.

"You win, Tyrus. Of course you win. That is the way we meant it to happen."

A'Tuana's words came with a shiver to Tyrus. What did they mean? Why was he supposed to win?

A'Tuana began to laugh again.

The Unusually Usual Run of Things

Vacations

I just went on vacation. Or at least it felt that way. I had three days in a row off. That can't be natural. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, all off. I worked today, but it was easy. No one wants to eat ice cream when it is negative ninety-eight... or somewhere around there. It was great fun.

I am still on the brink of deciding not to save up to go to Europe. Please send feedback on this. Should I go or not?

Snowmen

So, recently I spent some time building a snowman. This snowman (Joe) was created by my family and the Jordans. He was really awesome. We made him at the ball park, but moved him to the side of the road when we were done with him. He wasn't very big, but via proportionistic magic, we made him seem big (he had a big heart).

Journalism


I have been assigned to write a story about the holidays... That is a pretty broad subject, if you ask me. How do I find a specific angle on a story in that mess of ideas? I will figure it out. But I also have to come up with an idea for the truck bust (large graphic spread over the center two pages of a newspaper) that will house my story. A holiday truck bust........ Meh.

Enya, of Course :)

Just so you know... I'm still listening to Enya. Christmas Enya. :)


Ezekiel Tyrus


More on him soon. Stayed tuned for the next chapter in the Ezekiel Tyrus saga, Ezekiel Tyrus: Origins.