OOC: Chance Eniripsa. Enough said?

Guardian roared, ramming his sword through Ombrage's tail and into the earth beneath. The demon screamed and attempted to pull free, but to no avail. The Feca snapped his fingers, teleporting back to the others.
"I can't finish her myself. I had to put almost all my energy into that stab, and it won't hold forever."
He glanced at his brother, then sighed - then had an idea.
I might not be able to wake him up myself when he's in that sort of state, but maybe... just maybe...
Guardian pulled his staff from his back and gouged a circle in the floor with it, then drew a symbol inside it. Just one, this time. He grabbed the unconscious Eniripsa's shoulders and tugged him into the ring.
"Alright, people, stand back... This one might be a bit messy..."
He reached into the circle with the tip of his weapon and added a tiny flick to one of the lines. Immediately, a faint light began to emanate from the rune.
Ombrage's head snapped towards him, her eyes blazing. Too late.
Shadows began to move towards the Glyph, and its prone occupant. The symbol's glow began to fade and kept going, changing from a faint light to an intense darkness. Even the air seemed to be tinted purple.
Guardian raised a hand, a tiny blue gem in his palm, then tossed it into the ring. The gem's edge caught on Soul's arm.
A single drop of blood coalesced in the wound and began to fall.
The Glyph finished forming.
Agony.

Soul's eyes shot open as the tiny globule hit the floor. The darkness around him should have been almost impenetrable, but somehow he found he could see through it. A sensation of tingling in his arm drew his attention for a moment.
"What the.... AAAARGH!"
His Aura suddenly enveloped him, a tornado of night ripping at his body. The pain was unbelievable, but with it came a strange feeling of power. He forced the arm down, pushing himself upright.
He looked around. Guardian was standing next to him.
"Are you doing this?"
"Regrettably. It was the only way I could think of to get you to stand up, and it looks like you're the only one can seal her again."
The Eniripsa glanced at the pinned demon.
"You did that in one hit?"
"Would she have given me time for a second?"
"I suppose not. Did she have any last words?"
"I think you'll find the last word on the matter is yours."
Soul grinned savagely, then took a step towards his opponent. Ombrage's eyes widened in shock.
THIS CANNOT BE!
"And yet, it is. What is impossibility to a being who should have died years ago?"
The supposed healer raised his right hand, the shadow flaring around it. A word formed on his tongue. He spoke.
"Theft."
The single utterance flashed through the night, a blade aimed for the Shushu's heart. As it struck, the creature screamed, shattering windows and rupturing eardrums. The noise faded, then was followed by a crash as Ombrage hit the floor.

Minutes later, only a ring remained where the abomination had been. Guardian picked it up to examine it, then dropped it into his belt pouch. After all, it might come in handy someday.

Soul had vanished after casting the spell, apparently without a trace, and Guardian wasn't going to be the one to let on how. He had enough to deal with already.

OOC: Im confused is the boss fight over? If so Im moving on too next year like we were just about too.

Wow that boss was hard... thought Chapade, wonder who will be new principal, anywho Im for bed.
Next year:
A dark shadowy figure, passed her way up the stairs of the great dofus acadamy. People shuddered in fear as she walked passed them, they muttered, "Little Miss Vader..." Some however felt 'brave' a shot rocks at her. Miss Vader, lifted her arms to stop the rocks, in midair. The brave ones fleed, terrified to their toes. Miss Vader went to the Office, to re-enrol.
She said in a dark voice, "An old student wishing to re-enrol, for year 10..."
"Whats your name," said the old lady.
"Blood-Lover..."

Ooh, year 8! I was full of energy as I rushed through the halls to my next class: Tofu.

"Now, class, we'll be using music to explore the world of Tofu! Out first song is called 'Tofu Tofu Sun', or 'Here Comes the Sun' in our language. Sing along with me!" And so we did.

"Tofu tofu. Sun sunny tofu tofu come come. Tofu winter. Tofu go go Tofu away. Tofu tofu sun, nom a nom nom. Tofu tofu sun, tofu say. Tofu right." And so on...

Chapade felt so cocky, year 8! I will show them... I WILL SHOW THEM ALL! Now, being in year 8, they could learn differernt lanauges. I decided to learn Crackler.

Mr Crackrock, was pretty nice, but he was easily tempered. He screamed at a nervous Fecca named, Fitz for being 1min late. Chapade was lucky to be 5 seconds early, phew.
"Right, now every year 8 class, in lanauge, are singing "Here Comes the Sun" but in the lauanage of what they are learning, errm here are the words, to the Crackler Version, "Cracker Coma Light"

"Cracker Coma, Light Cracker coma coma. Cracker Blizzard. Kunchu go go Coma away. Cracker coma light, kunch a kunch kunch. Cracker coma light, Cracker say. Cracker right."

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OOC: On account of Simomate having made a good point and me having forgotten what year Guardian's in anyway, this post is now amended.

Guardian grimaced as he stepped into his first class of the new year. The entire class was staring at him - and he wasn't surprised, given the recent events and his involvement in them.
"Alright, kid, siddown."
He blinked, then glanced at the front of the class to see a slightly haggard-looking male Feca standing by the teacher's desk.
"What, surprised to see me? Your old teach got hit by that demon, so they called me in to look after you lot whilst she recovers."
That was one thread of conversation Guardian didn't want to spin out. He took the only remaining place, on the end of the front row, then returned his attention to the temporary staff member.
"Alright, listen up. You lot are already trained in barrier spells, right? This year I'll be teaching you offensive magic more than shields, so we'll be using the area around the school for sparring. Weapons will be blocked, so you'll have to work on countering attacks using spells alone. Your first session will be tomorrow, so start revising. Consider it an ongoing test."

This post has been edited by MagicalNobody: 10 Nov 2009, 19:08

OOC: A sun glyph...Sounds anime to me. Anime is cool.

I took a bite into my sandwich, or at least I was about to when the bell rang for next period: history.Gathering my things, I hurried off to the approprate room.

"Now, children, who can tell me the name of Rushu's evil servant and protector of Descendre?" The teacher was an idiot. Or at least she thought we were. She had just told us 7 minutes, 53 seconds, 2 milliseconds, and 1046 nanoseconds ago. She always does that. Droney drone drone. Bing goes the bell. I shook my head to clear the mind-numbing boredom of Mrs. Kwango's lessons as I walked down the hall, to the right, down the stairs, around, down the next hall, left and into the gym. My eyes wandered around and alighted on--BLOOD-LOVER!I curled my hands into fists...

OOC: She's back...And I'm prepared. Ooh, tension!

OOC: Err guardian... Im pretty sure it would have only been the year 8s singing Here Comes the Sun, not all of the school lol. Blood would have changed ALOT at brakmar, so be perpared to see a new, her. Now that she is back, im doing the Roleplay, "wicked" style, in other words, I write two paraparghs, one from Blood's eyes, and one from Chapade's eyes, if it get confusining tell me. Or if you like my old writing style also tell me. But first give this type a chance.

Blood's Diary
I passed through each class, like a mindless drome. My head was full of misery, and dispar. Oto Mustan had trained me, trained me into something... differernt. I was reprogramed, all I am now, is a dopple. Yes, a dopple would discribe who I have become. My only place in life, was to follow orders, no mater what they are, as long as it was one of the few selected people, who gave it. As I headed to maths, I passed the little xelor, I forget his name... Neverless, he didn't seem happy to see me. I ignored him, with a sad look on my Face.

Chapade's Diary
I hate this writing... I hate this diary. Hmm where to begin, My English teacher gave this too me, this morning. She demanded that I write everything that happens in my day, and how I felt about them. Hmm, I beat Gold 9, and became it. I felt... nothing, nothing at all. For my task is too reach Gold 1. Hmm I had a 10min detention, I felt... Ah nevermind, I think I bribed my way out of it anyway. I saw the evil Little Miss Vader, that had almost destoryed the acadamy, I felt: How could I use this to my advantage. Ya see I'm not one to worry, I'm not one to hate. Im one to find a way, too get what I want, no mater the situation, no mater what...

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Guardian wandered in from the battle session looking slightly dazed and scribbling healing glyphs onto a bandage on his arm. One of the other students had been lucky and landed a Burning Glyph on him whilst he'd been looking the other way in a team battle, and even with his Armors it had done a lot of damage. His unfocused eyes flicked over the crowds in the hallway, then caught something. A familiar-looking Sram, although he couldn't concentrate enough to work out WHY she looked familiar...

OOC: Guardian wasn't involved in the events Blood caused, and like myself IRL doesn't pay attention to much outside his general sphere of interest, so he doesn't actively hate her for any reason.

Blood seemed sad, like the fight was gone. I could see it in the way she moved, the way she looked. I left that corner of the gym and ambled over to the next, a station where we were apparently supposed to wrestle. I got paired up with a huge Pandawa, twice my size, who judging from his face was drunk.

Guess who won? Surprise surprise, him. Slammed into hte mat, I limped off to the rope swinging. That station would be my hell for the next semester. Ah well, now I can have fun here! Exuberantly leaping onto the rope, I quickly swing over and off to the parallel bars.

Ding goes the bell. Next class...

OOC: And yes, Simomate, Here Comes the Sun was originally intended for year 8 foreign language class.

OOC: Guardian, you would know Blood, but not as Blood, you'd know her as Little Miss Vader, the super villian, trained by Oto Mustan. Even if you didn't pay attention, you would have at LEAST heard her name. Im not sure if you guys are familar with highschool in Aussie. Well I go to an all boys school, and its basicly been split into 3 soical group. Number One: The Jocks, they are usualy dickheads, think they are cool, and are all gay. Number 2: Cool, straight people Number 3: The Nerds

Blood's Diary
My final class of the day, was maths. I no longer reconised those weird shapes they call "numbers" or "digits". Mr Monifter, was concerned, and ask if there was something wrong. The class were amazed at his, "bravery" he was asking ME, Little Miss Vader, if something was wrong. I class was surpised when all I said was, "I'm fine," then continued to stare off into the distance. The only feeling I felt, tingled at the back of my mind. I could only reach it when I slept... I miss Zonix.

Chapade's Diary
I snuck on LMV (Little Miss Vader), She didn't do much, only stare off into space. I snorted, she was meant to be the atomic Super Villian, all I see, is an emo. I bumped into in Jadan, an IOP jock.
"Watch where ya going, freak!" He demanded, and found his jocky friend. I slapped hands, and stuff. Then they found their friendship group. I swear they all wore seethrough pants.(The jocks at my school do lol) I approached them, shimering my teeth.
"Heyy F*#) Off nerd!" exclaimed Jaden, "Got ya diary have ya?"
I was writing while walk------------
"Hey you messed up my writing!" The Jocks just laughed, and shoved my aside, and into the dirt.
"Aww thats too bad..." I chuckled,
"WHAT!?!" growled Jaden,
"I was going to give you 5 packets of sour worms, if you kept your mouth shut about the diary." The Jocks accepted my offer, and walked, away. There I escaped huge embarrasement. Huh! That Xelor,
"Veadaros, I'll give you the rest of the sour worms, if you keep your mouth shut too..."

Thank goodness I do not live in Australia.
Nothing insulting, just that I would /not/ have been able to cope with being stereotyped as any of these.

Not to mention the apparent homophobia rife in it. Although it's pretty much the same everywhere else, I suppose. Discrimination gives me a twinge. :>
Anyway.

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I collected my schedule from the Administrative Office. Hmm. They'd assigned me to the Year 1 classes with regards to the mastery of Time Manipulation, but promoted me for every other subject. Right then.

Reporting for the first lesson of the day, I was intrigued to notice that the others were no shorter than I. I suppose that meant that I wouldn't grow over the years. Yet another fascinating fact about Xelors I had no notion of.

"We shall be starting with control. It is far easier to master techniques than it is to master control. However, control is of the utmost essence. Otherwise, whatever techniques you employ could amplify itself and backfire on you. I'm pretty sure none of you would like to be trapped for all eternity in a state of petrification simply because you didn't control the amount of power you fed through to your Mummification process," declared our Instructor.

He gestured. A shimmer, and the classroom vanished. We were somewhere else. Somewhere far away.

"This is the Medusa Cascade. A rift in time and space runs through it. It is through those rifts that we draw our power. This being far removed from any known civilisation, it's a perfect spot for young Xelors such as yourselves to unleash what destruction falls through my safety nets."

The instruction began. Essentially, it was meditation with the intent of refining our control of power. It was the refinement of such power that was required to work our techniques without having an adverse effect on ourselves whenever we wielded the more dangerous skills. Emptying my mind, I breathed. A stray thought floated past. "This'll take awhile... A long while..."

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Pardon me if I was too verbose.

OOC: Oh my Xelor. *Faints from see-through pants.* And Capwi, nothing's too verbose.

"Sour worms? No thank you, I prefer to stay with food that won't have harmful effects." I said, edging away from the Ecaflip. "You can take this solidified mimilk. Mimilk is good for you." I had just returned from lunch, and had no idea where to place the bottle I had been carrying around since fifteen minutes ago, so I decided to give it to him. Heading up the spiral stairs, I entered the clock tower. "This tower, this school, this world, is just another dimension. With time, you can bypass all those silly limits and into other universes, causing very interesting ripple effects and paradoxes. Paradoxes that can destroy the world. Listen to me, and decide for yourselves whether dimensions are to be tampered with."...

OOC: Trust me, I wouldn't have heard about it if I was in his position. I'm very good at not hearing things. Also, superweapons aren't exactly anything new to him... Noone he knows personally is quite capable of leveling the Academy on their own, but chances are high that Soul could do it by accident if he was pushed too hard. Oh, and I always hated social groups like that. Mostly because I wouldn't fit into any of them.

A faint noise on the edge of Guardian's hearing drew his attention as he flipped open his diary. He concentrated, then stopped. The sound seemed to be fading in and out, as if it was being transmitted by accident from somewhere far away. Snatches of speech flicked into his hearing range, but nothing comprehensible.
He shook his head, then returned to the page before him and picked a quill pen out of his inkwell.

Soul managed to cause chaos, as usual. Need to keep an eye on him more often if he comes again. Everyone seems to be spreading rumors about some Sram who just got back from Brakmar... Not sure why, maybe I was reading a book at the time or something. Studies on the ring I found in Ombrage's remains are continuing, since it seems to have similar properties to Soul Fragments and Shushumis. The spell I used to get Soul to wake up... Agony... keeps trying to push back into my mind, and its brothers with it. I shouldn't have risked so much on it, but was there really another way? Those Glyphs are definitely bad news, but why? They seem to have some inherent power rather than being a channel for my own. Maybe one of the teachers could give me some information on it.
He flipped the book shut, then redrew the seal mark on the cover and dropped it into his bag. Time to hit the library.

OOC: I'm gonna come back, now that everything has calmed down. Unfortunately, Sham was a senior before, so he would have graduated already. So, I'm going to make him a student teacher.

Ah, it was good to be back. After spending the holidays training in Pandala, Sham was ready to start teaching. Unfortunately, he wasn't yet old enough to become a full teacher at the Academy, so he had to become a student teacher. Sham walked into the main office, ready for anything in this strange school. "Hi, I'm the new student teacher, Shamrock. I need to pick up my assignment." The lady at the front desk looked at him over her glasses. Without even responding, she slapped a folder into Sham's hands and turned back to her newspaper. Well, the staff is as cheerful as ever, he thought sarcastically. "Let's see, I've been assigned to be assistant coach. Sounds fun."

OOC: Sham, check. Tuna, check. Me, check. Blood, check. Recipe for good times, up and running!

"Nngh..." I grumbled as I got out of bed. At least the first class was gym, so I didn't have to carry any books. My dorm was located on the left of the school, second floor, and the gym was in the center, first floor. I took the stairs I took for most classes except Xelor class, Tofu, and History and hurried down the hall, through the doors, and into the gym. I looked at the name tag-wearing Iop next to Coach Shuqpourep, who I hadn't seen for a year.

Sham.

OOC: Lol Capwi I DID over exagarate Chapade's diary, to make it more interresting lol. You probably over extarrate highschool in American Movies yaselves. Honestly if a Jock, at my school shoved someone in the dirt, he'd get caught by a teacher. But the Jocks in aussie, ARE gay. I don't mean to be sterotype, but they wear short shorts, in football, wear seethrough pants, they smack each others arses, stuff like that. Also I didn't know how to describe group 2.

Blood-Lover's Diary
Is it true, that all life, seeks a pattern? It had certainly always seemed that way to me, since I was very young. For an example, the village of Wakan, was threaten by the brakmarians, that they would burn down their village. The Wakans were in panic, they perpared for the brakmarians, but they still continued to work the fields, as they had always done.

Even me, who had become a depreased emo, following any orders from my master, like a dopple, still seeked a pattern. I sought to do what ever it takes, to relive the experinces I had with Zonix. I wrote down pages of revenge (though I stopped doing revenge after the dopplisation) Oto had trained me into stop peeing my pants, though, I keep trying, oh I keep trying to pee my pants, day after day, but nothing comes out. I spotted Sham, there and then. We had onced dated, I suddenly felt anger, I crunched my fist,
"Feel ya anger," Oto mustan's voice echoed in my head, "Keep it, never let it fade, but learn to control it.." Sometimes, I failed, I picked up a massive brick, and chucked it at Sham.

Meanwhile:
The new appointed principal, Kenedy, looked over he's new school with a grin on his face. It was all his, ALL HE"S! He could make the rules, he could do anything! Slowly... he calmed himself down Do it slowly, and no one will notice He was going to make some changes to the school... they were going to affect everyone...

Chapade's Diary
I quickly learned to stop taking a diary with me, where ever I went. Instead now I write at night times. It's a bit hard to remember everything that happens in my day.

PE, in gym, my least fav lesson. Im a bussiness dealer, seeking power, not a fighter! Everyone seemed to reconise the new student teacher as "Sham" Coach Shuqpourep, made half the class do pushups for calling him Sham, instead of Mr. Rock. A student teacher eh? I looked at Mr. Rock (or Sham) in the eye, as if to say I'm gonna make ya life a living hell... but he probably didn't notice my glare however, as a brick, just missed his head by a milimetre, that created some laugh...

Mentally wrung out from the process of trying to "fit" my magical self into a hammer, I trudged down the stairs. Gym was starting soon. Too... exhausted...

Taking a peek into the gym room, I saw the others already assembled inside. Hmm. I decided to cut class, for once. Just this once. Gods, I was so tired.

I mustered the energy required, and transported myself outside, next to the familiar Ash Tree. Creating a Glyph from Cawwots, I slept.

OOC: Does anyone happen to remember what year I'm actually meant to be in? I kinda forgot what page I put Guardian's profile on... ^^;

Guardian ran his finger along the shelf labels. Galactic Philosophy, Gambling, Gardening, Geckos, Gastropods, Genocide... Glyph Magic. The few books on the subject were abnormally thick, even for research tomes. He checked the titles.
On the simbolisme of the Magick of Glyffes. He'd read that one already and memorised everything useful. The language was bizarrely antiquated, and if he hadn't known better he would have assumed it was a student prank to confuse first-years.
Runes: An Advanced Guide. Not directly related to the magic system, but written by a scholar with no magical talent on the subject. The few non-mages who were aware of the system's mechanics often wrote books on it, since there was no chance the tome would spontaneously burst into flames when read aloud.
Ah, there. Glyph Channeling: On the Workings and Sources of Symbolic Magic. One of the few copies he actually knew of, and thankfully in good condition since it was hardly ever available to students. He took hold of the top of the book and pulled, making sure to avoid damaging the spine, then carried it over to the librarian. The Eniripsa hopped up onto her chair as he approached.
"Back already? I'd have thought that last one would have kept you busy for months."
"Well, you know how it is. I skim, I get what I need and I return it."
He slid the book onto the counter.
"Can I take this out for a while? I'm trying to find out about something specific but there's no information in the others."
She looked at him for a moment, then frowned.
"Not really, no. I know I can trust you, but that particular book is a little... volatile. The last person to borrow it accidentally froze themself solid for nearly a day."
"Is there anywhere here I can look at it, then?"
"There's a quieter room at the back of the N shelves. Take your time in there, noone really uses it."

Guardian raised an eyebrow in surprise as he entered the room. The empty shelves were caked with dust, but the chairs and table were clean. He took a seat and paused to cast armors, then opened the book and scanned the contents page. Foreword, Principles of Channeling, Mastering the Art, Alternative Methods... Symbols of Note or Infamy. He flipped through the pages.

Symbols of Note or Infamy
Many Glyph spells have become famous due to their utility, or purposes they have been used for. Likewise, others have entered notoriety as spells of ill repute. This section aims to aid you in recognition of such symbols during duels or when researching, lest you unleash their power accidentally.
Class one: Glyphs of defense and healing...
He sighed. Not the sort he needed. Minor attacks, more destructive spells and devastating barrages of magical energy were all catalogued, but none listed the three symbols he was after.
He turned a page and stopped. A warning notice took up the entirety of the page.
This notice is purely for your own good. The following article details some of the most hazardous magic in Amakna and the surrounding territories, and is believed to originate from a power of pure darkness, further into the abyss than any monster or Ghoul. Once believed to be the power of Demons, it is now thought to be far worse: A manifestation of the wielder's own emotions, which if overused can cause severe mental and physical damage to caster and target alike. These spells are, although it has never been proven, believed to be summoned by glyphs which once represented living souls and so are close to sentient - and certainly malevolent. They are immensely powerful and as such may attempt to force themselves upon an unprepared mage requiring a desperate offense. Continue at your own risk.
Well, it certainly SOUNDED like what he was looking for. He flicked Feca's Shield and Reinforced Protection into activity, in case something went wrong, then slid a finger under the next page and flipped it face-upward.
Veneficus Domini
A trinity of Glyphs, amongst the most powerful in the casting but certainly carrying the highest risk in doing so. Each of the three shall be detailed below, but for the sake of safety, the glyphs themselves shall not be revealed.
Dominus Hatred
The glyph is believed to depict the sword wielded by the demon [Djaul? Rushu?] in the wars against the Twelve. A blade of pure darkness, wreathed in the spite of the user for its foes. Calls forth a pillar of emerald lightning powered by the caster's friendships and enemies, and shatters their bonds with allies.
Dominus Anger
Reminiscent of the form of a Dragon, it is thought to display the Dark Dragon, creator of the Ebony Dofus. Invokes a noctolithic boulder veiled in flames of pure dark energy. It is fuelled by the wielder's desire to destroy, and augments it near-irrevocably when cast.
Dominus Agony
Thought to be the most potent of the three, the exact nature of Agony's symbolism is unknown. It displays a winged crown above a titanic eye, thought to represent Death and its power to claim dominion over and reveal the true nature of any thing that yet lives. It creates an aura of shadow similar to that of the Vampyre, but of incredible intensity and causing immense pain to the target. The symbol affects only that which stands above it at the moment of activation, and vastly augments physical and mental power at the cost of continually dwindling vitality. Agony is the only spell of the three to allow deactivation at will by the mage, and the damage caused only to affected beings, rather than the caster.
There was another paragraph at the end. He grimaced, then continued.
These spells are believed to be cast in a specific manner. Hatred may only function drawn by the caster's left hand, whilst Anger is formed by the right. Agony, when used, appears as a brand on the back of any affected being. It is IMPERATIVE that the three NEVER BE CAST AS ONE. The true result of this is unknown, but would certainly cost the life of its wielder and in probability of all those around them when their full power be unleashed.

Guardian slammed the book shut, shivering. Even in the absence of the Glyphs themselves, the page had contained enough power to weaken both his barriers and his body. He forced himself to stand, then dragged himself out of the room and pushed the tome back onto its shelf spot. Warmth began to return to his hands as he walked slowly to the librarian.
"What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost..."
"Nngh... Close enough. Take my advice... Don't let anyone handle that book for a while. I think it's upset."
He smiled thinly, then released his grip on the Eniripsa's desk. The last thing he saw as he blacked out was a spell starting to form on her tongue.

OOC: MagicalNobody, your posts remind me of Harry Potter. Are you by any chance a fan?

My first day on the job and somebody already tried to kill me. I was calmly showing a first year Iop how to cast jump, when a brick went sailing past my head. I turned to look and Coach Shuqpourep was yelling at a female Sram who looked like Blood Lover, yet somehow different. I pushed the thought from my mind as the Iop with whom I had been working suddenly jumped into the basketball hoop. I smiled to myself as I helped him down.

This post has been edited by Derdikol: 12 Nov 2009, 23:33

OOC: Guys read the conference room, and reply to my new Idea for an RP. I want to be able to make it by 2morrow.

Blood's Diary
I sat in detention with my arms crossed. Sham derserved what I gave him. Sham derserves EVERYONE TO KILL HIM. Suddenly the desk lifted, the chalk wrote revenge on the board. Oto Mustan's son Rashire, appeared out of no where, and said, "It's Time."

Chapade's Diary
I chuckled in laughter at Sham, but he seemed unaffected by the brick. I growlled in horror, he was not suppose to be enjoying, his life as a living hell. I decided to attack from all fronts, starting with what I know best,
"Mr. Rock?" I said innocently, "I like your..." I stopped to rethink my words. I didn't want to sound gay.
"Mr. Rock, I think you are a cool person, and the best teacher in the world."