Chapter 10: A New Foe?!

Greetings, my forcefully delighted readers. As of the title, you heard right. Out of the abyss, another foolish mortal wishes to oppose me... A new foe has arrived, and his / ??? / her name is... boredom. I know, usually, when the holidays arrived, most people are have the same feelings of slaves being released from a somewhat seemingly unending abyss.

You all know that kind of feeling right? 'No more books, No more pencils (or pens, or mechanical penicils, or crayons, or carved stone tools, depending on what level of education you are talking about)' , the sweet scent of fresh freedom beating ever so freely in the sweet scented air that is free for all to inhale in a sweet, free kind of way... Well, you get the point, besides the suspicions of my having a limited vocabulary here.

Well, not me. Not at all. You heard me. I actually hate holidays. Well, hate is kind of a strong word... so, let me rephrase that. I despised the holidays in any of it's fiendish forms with all my might and whatever is left of my soul. Yes, that is better. ^^

Let me see how I can express my boredom and the packaged, air-tight, specially imported agony that comes with it to you. You know how younger children have a knack and desire to bite anything in their sight, or in target range of their baby teeth? Or how vampires (no, hardcore twilight fans, stay far, far away from me before I lose enough control to let loose my desire to stake you all with sharpened wooden crucifixes and spray garlic-induced mace that I like to keep in my pocket for perfectly good reasons) love to hunt to satisfy their blood thirst?

Hmm... that kind of desire happens to me, in the case of wanting to do something unusual and disturbing, with a pinch of occasional explosions, which I can normally get away with in school. Er... any of my esteemed lecturers or discipline masters, or security guards (actually, nah, scratch them, I do not really care about what they see anyway), kindly look away from here and towards the next paragraph censored for your viewing pleasure.

Truth is, I kind of like school. At least it's quiet and there's something constructive to do there. I am not really that into part time jobs, I mean, sure the extra money's good, but I just cannot seem to find interesting or productive jobs to do. And, I do not really have any CCAs, at least not until the next semester reopens.

Sigh... well, I hope I can actually find something interesting to do... I mean, sure it is not too bad having more time to torture you guys using this blogsite, and experimenting on food... but every young, evil mind needs something new. I guess I might wish to visit the national library. I sort of like it there with it's huge collection of books and lovely selection people to terrorize. It is like a buffet except fro free, mind you. Of course, I was referring to the latter. I might even get new ideas for this blogsite.

Until then, I hope you guys look forward to more developments of this blog... those groans of joy are really lovely to hear and enjoy.

... Did I mention I learnt a new trick? You know, the exploding trick from the book, 'Mission Impossible'. The one that involves a movie tape and a countdown? Well, researching on integrating this technology with blogsites, although, instead of a small explosion, it may, oh, who am I kidding here? It will, with one hundred percent accuracy, release an interesting virus that loves to feed on C-Drives of those foolish enough to access this blogsite.

That is what you get when a malicious blog author reads too many books and has way too much time on his hands. I might miss you guys though, you did make the best victims ever... but there is always space for new blood to shed. Good night, sweet princes, princesses, dukes, mornaches, queens, kings, barons, baronesses, kings-in-waiting, whatever you may be. See you!

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Just kidding.
Oh, wait, I'm not.

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