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Naw, I just stole his iPod and cleared the memory, replacing it with Rick Astley and a bunch of Japanese Pop. I'm not really the kind of person that would resort to violence :P
I also put a raw egg in his pocket that night after he went to sleep. Anywho, I might consider rewriting those stories sometime soon.
Hm... I suppose I should unveil my diabolical plans to rule the wor- Er... Write a story. A collection of stories, actually. All starring your favorite totally-not-stereotypical sky-pirate Frank. But not only the Frank you've come to know and love/hate/be generally annoyed by. He will play many roles, ranging from Astronaut to Xenophobe, maybe even... A pirate! I hope to have the first story up by Friday, so mark your calendars! Y'know, if ya want to... It's not like I'm actually forcing you with a harpoon gun or something... So yeah. Expect something by Friday. And if it's not there. you can give me a cookie. It'd make me work harder.
Tick tock went the clock, as the hours strolled by, slowly whittling away at my sanity. As my head struck the soft white pillow, I was swept to the very precipice of darkness, so bold, so overwhelming, that I began to fear for my life. The spotlight was on me. I, the amazing acrobat Frank Lennings, swooped down from my perch, swinging from my trapeze with perfect form. Yet, when I reached out for a pair of hands to grasp, I was met with nothing. I plummeted, screaming my very soul, into the dark alleyway. I began my sweep of the area, careful to pick out any signs of a struggle. To my left was the dead end. The dead end that had but one, gruesome beginning. The knife plunged into my very thoughts, carving deep gashes in the thick of my brain. As the knife reached the cerebellum, and then the final chord, I raised my pic in the air and strummed, sending a wave of concert G over the hypnotized audience. I smiled and waved, gazing at the faces of the cheering fans, wondering when it would all end. As he knelt before my bleeding carcass, I looked up at the sky and managed a weak chuckle. At least I was safe. At least there was here and now. And as I drifted off to sleep, the tick tock of the clock setting a steady rhythm for my slow, shallow breaths, I could here the cheers, fell the spotlight on my face, and taste the cold, sharp edge of the blade.
... and upon this, the ground we tread, I place offerings, in hope that Mother will return to these desolate lands, where the land is impoverished, where the sky is stained with blood, to plant her seed of fertility upon these grounds, so that we may once more live in peace and harmony.
-Excerpt from the Book of Restoration: Gaea's Prayer
