The End (For Real)

...It feels weird coming back here after so long.

I feel a little bit like an alien; probing around a piece of technology so human and decayed it astounds me.

...Of course, there are a few perks to Blogger that I'll indeed miss, but hey. Change is hard, and more often than not a pain in the ass, but it more often than not brings you to a road of better things. Fresh takes, so to speak.

It hit me when I read Nick's old blog, that this thing right here contains most of my adolescent/teenage years. All the days and weeks and months spent crouched over a keyboard, thinking hard about a way to flame someone, or praise someone. And more recently, in the case of Genesis, kill characters off.

...More than 500 posts of teenage rants. More than 500 posts of me thinking I was right. More than 500 posts of fingerprints touching keys, spelling out my thoughts the best way I saw fit.

Wow.

If by chance, you stopped by here for your own reasons, and you've read this, even when I spelt out the end for everyone one post ago, thanks.

You're more awesome than you know.

And for the really final time on this blog:

Stick strong, people.

Abrupt

This blog will be now be abandoned.

On short notice.

Effective, as soon as your eyes hit this next full-stop.

Spots

Loyalty's the biggest, meanest thorn in your life.

But it works both ways.

Cut me, and I can damn well make sure that I cut you right back.

Genesis Origins: Battery

One comfort the power users had, and one that was always readily accessible, was fire.

Nick could make fire by forcing two of his plants to grind together, Jay could make fire - if he wore the right shoes and ran at precisely the right speed, Liesl could of course make fire, and Kenneth himself made fire with no problems at all with the snap of his fingers.

Ken could make a lot of things happen at the snap of his fingers in fact.

Besides Shaun and Jian, Kenneth was potentially the most powerful user of all. His first power that was Energy Absorption had been potent enough, but he had more or less evolved it into a totally new branch. And it was through this evolution that enabled Ken to do more than he had ever dreamed of doing.

Energy Expulsion.

*

"...Well, that was...that was- um...help me up."

Ken extended a hand to Jian, who was lying with his back on the ground. What had just happened had took him by surprise. Instead of shooting a lightning bolt for Ken to absorb, somehow; the bolt had bounced back. Dusting himself off, Jian raised his hand with his thumb and first two fingers reflexively extended; he was confused, and struggled to find the right words to picture his surprise. Surely, such a sudden show of power from Ken would require elegant words of extreme choice.

"Creeping shits, man," he said. "When the hell did you learn to do that?"

Ken shrugged, scratching the back of his neck. "No idea. Maybe I got tired of being the punching bag."

"Really?" Jian raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you don't feel any pain from it."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I don't get tired of it."

Jian stared, then nodded. Picking up his bag, he gestured towards the path that would take them out of the park. "Walk and talk."

"Um...what about your shoulder?"

"What? Oh. OH. I was wondering why the strap hurt so much." Shifting the weight of the bag to his left shoulder, Jian then peeled back the layer of burnt shirt to reveal an ugly black burn; the mark of the bounced bolt. The flesh still steamed from the heat.

"Hmm," muttered Jian, rubbing his knuckles on his cheeks. "Not bad at all, Ken. It didn't lose any heat in the bounce."

Then, ignoring Ken's very obvious wince, he pressed a finger to the raw flesh and closed his eyes. Fresh skin that started to grow; spiraling from the blackened edges of the wound. When Jian had removed his finger, his shoulder was whole.

"You seem to get a lot of shoulder injuries," Ken pointed out. "Take care of yourself man. What if one day you lose your powers or something?"

Jian chuckled. "Nah, that'll never happen. But let's discuss this new power of yours; do you think you can do it again? And if so, to what extent and limit? We need to know if it's just energy you can bounce, something more, or (hopefully not) something less. Data, data, data-"

"- we cannot make bricks without clay," finished Ken, smiling. "I know, I watched that movie too, Jian."

"Um, right. So yeah; first things first, can you do that again?"

Ken chewed on the inside of his cheeks, thinking. "I warrant so. Let's take a shot."

"Definitely. Something less dangerous though; I'll just use some wind." With that, the two stepped back a little way from each other, while Jian did some exaggerated motions with his hands. He brought his palms to side and then thrust them forward in one controlled motion. Ken sniggered.

"Dragon Ball?"

Jian smirked. "Wait..."

Then a white ball of thickened air burst into life from the joint of his palms. The sphere of air pierced itself into Ken, briefly knocking the wind out of him before his powers kicked in, neutralizing the energies and the pain.

Then something unexpected happened.

Another sphere of air, the exact twin of the previous one exploded from Ken's chest followed by a second bolt of electricity. Taken by surprise, Jian had only managed to stop the sphere, but not the second bolt which blasted him off his feet, and into the branches of a low-hanging tree. Guilt stricken, Ken hurried to his side.

Jian was spitting bits of dried leaf when he arrived. Another ugly black burn similar to the one before was visible, this time having ripped the skin of his abdomen. But Jian didn't look at all unfazed; he was smiling.

"Well, fuck me," he mused, extremely casually for a person who had just been struck by lightning. "You're a god-damn battery.

Liar, Liar, Liar, Liar

I've found the statement "be yourself" hypocritical in every possible way.

Because quite honestly, who wants to "be yourself" when you know no one likes who you really are? Or at least; the people you want to surround yourself with don't like who you really are?

'Cos quite honestly, at the end of the day, no one wants to be left out, or get hit with the ugly-stick.

So I guess it makes it almost laughable that some people like someone else's fake persona better than another's.

We're all hypocritical bastards.

Maturity

Can you just grow the hell up?

You're far past the age where people could overlook that u type lik dis. You're past the age where people (corporate fucking people, mind) will forgive you for dotting a document with smiley's and bad spelling.

The world is big, bloody, and will fuck you upside down if you screw up just one little thing. One weakness in any section of the link and you're screwed. Screwed. Literally, mentally, physically, technically, and whatever other word that makes sense to that.

...Yes. God in Heaven, yes; this is a rant.

Soiled It

Sometimes, I think people are too easily offended by words. I mean really; you've never used a "bad" word in your entire life?

Take today for instance. The Headmistress made it a bloody point to tell us not to use four-lettered words. Uh..."word" is a four-lettered word, shit-for-brains. And coincidentally, so is "four". The Moral teacher tried to drill it into us as well, but...eh. It's Moral.

Do you listen to your Moral teacher?...

...Granted, I've taken a vow to stop saying them, but I can still type 'em. Call it freedom of speech, if you will.

...And to drill my point home:

Freedom of fucking speech.

If you will.