|I am BC, and I approve of these artists.|
I'll tell you this much. I'm about one of the strangest dudes you will ever meet.
Homies (No Particular Order):
- Bro with bewbz...
- My fearless brotha from anotha motha!
- Lil' sis I never knew I had.
- Apprentice/Test Dummy
- Anime Bro
- Crocodile Hunt... I mean I have an Australian brother bitches!
- Lil' Squid
The next morning, at the University of Washington, the campus was flooded with hundreds of students trying to get to their morning classes at the last minute. Among these students was a young man named Alexander Blazer, along with his roommates Phantom and Stefan, who were on their way to their first class of the day, Intro to Engineering. Alex was ready for ready for class, Stefan was a little nervous, and Phantom looked as if he hadn't slept at all. "I told you not to stay up all night harassing Johnny T," said Stefan. "It's not my fault their station sucks two horse dicks," replied Phantom, "I was just speaking the truth. Besides, if I fall asleep during the lecture, just pinch me; that'll wake me back up." Stefan then pinched Phantom as hard as he could and asked, "Like that?" "Yes," answered Phantom, "but how about waiting until I actually fall asleep?" "You can't fall asleep during this lecture Phantom," said Alex, "Joshua Waurp is giving a speech today." "Whoopdie-freaking-do," replied Phantom, "I could honestly care less about Waurp dude. He's just your average CEO, and all CEOs care about one thing and one thing only: money. I have no time for money hungry people." Alex gave Phantom a friendly pat on the shoulder and said, "C'mon man, don't be that way. Now let's hurry up before we're late for class." "We're already late!" exclaimed a young woman with long brown hair running past them. "C'mon guys," said the woman, "you know Professor Young gets when we're tardy." "Don't worry Melissa," replied Alex, "we have a nice surprise in store for him. Stefan, you did do 'the thing' last night right?" "Yep," answered Stefan, "we're totally gonna get him this time." "And we're totally gonna get suspended from campus this time as well," continued Phantom in a sarcastic tone. The four friends ran to class as fast as they could, but not fast enough to beat the clock.
The four tried their best to sneak into class unnoticed, but Professor Young still managed to catch them in the corner of his eye. "Gotcha!" he exclaimed. "Dammit," muttered the four friends. "Dammit is right," said Young, "this is the fourth time in a row you four have been late for my class. As a result of your irresponsible actions, I am deducting ten points from your final grades." Phantom responded by giving Young the middle finger. "Make that twenty points for you Mr. Phantom," continued the professor. "Anyway, if you could kindly direct your attention to the front of the room, I would like to welcome a brilliant man to our humble school. A man of honor, Seattle's shining star, the key to our future. Ladies and gentlemen, please give a round of applause to, Mr. Joshua Waurp." Everyone in the room started clapping except for Phantom, who simply rolled his eyes, and Melissa, who seemed as if she was trying to hide behind her backpack. "Good morning everyone," said Waurp, "and hello Melissa. Still late to class I hear?" Melissa blushed in embarrassment and replied, "Hi... Dad..." Waurp straightened his tie and walked up to the podium at the front of the class. "And thank you for that marvelous introduction Mr. Young," said Waurp. "No one uses the word 'marvelous'," whispered Phantom to Alex. Waurp looked out at the students in the room and said, "Y'know, it seems like it was only yesterday when I first attended this university. It sure as hell wasn't easy but, in the end, I still managed to pull it off. I graduated with honors, worked my way up to the top, founded my own company, and raised a beautiful daughter." Melissa turned red with embarrassment again, and once again hid behind her backpack. "So if someone like me, who originally started out as a simple man, can accomplish so much in only a few years, who says you all can't do the same? That's why I encourage everyone of you to try your hardest and push yourselves beyond your limits to achieve your goals. Remember, nothing is impossible." Everyone in the room then gave a round of applause, once again excluding Phantom and Melissa. "And remember to visit me in front of the cafeteria today if you're interested in an internship at Waurp Industries, to help you in your path to a brighter future. Which is, of course, located right here in Seattle, towering over the Space Needle. Mr. Young, back to you." Waurp stepped down from the podium and gave the floor to Young, who proceeded to turn on the overhead projector in the classroom. The professor cleared his throat and said, "Okay class, today we will be discussing the history of mechanical engineering." Young turned to the first slide, which was a picture of him wearing a skin-tight two piece bikini. Young's jaw dropped as everyone in the room, including Waurp, started to laugh. Young turned red with both embarrassment and anger and exclaimed, "Who is responsible for this?!" Alex, Stefan, and Phantom all fist bumped each other under their table with Phantom whispering, "I give it two weeks tops before he realizes it was us." Melissa facepalmed herself and simply muttered, "You guys..."
Two hours later, the lecture concluded and the four friends walked out of the room together. "I've got Art History next," said Stefan, "I'll catch up with you guys later." "And I've got Computer Applications next," added Phantom, "see ya in two hours." "We both have a free period," said Melissa to Alex, "watcha wanna do for the next two hours?" "Well, I was thinking we'd go by the cafeteria first." "No," replied Melissa. "What?" asked Alex, "I just wanna ask your dad about that internship thing." "No," said Melissa again. "C'mon Melissa," said Alex. "Not happening," said Melissa with a raised eyebrow. "Alright," said Alex shrugging his shoulders, "guess I'll just have to go talk to him myself." Melissa's eyes widened and she replied, "Okay, let's go." "What made you change your mind?" asked Alex with a smug grin on his face. "I just have to make sure you don't ask dad anything embarrassing, and vice-versa."
Three minutes later, the duo arrived at the cafeteria and approached the Waurp Industries booth, with Mr. Waurp standing in front of it. "Hello dear," said a smiling Waurp, "and hello Alex. If you're here to ask for my blessing to ask my daughter out, you've got another thing coming young man." Alex stood in silence while Melissa blushed and exclaimed, "Dad!" "I'm just kidding," replied a laughing Waurp wiping a tear from his eye, "I know why you're really here. Alex wants to apply for the Waurp Industries internship program." "Yes sir," answered Alex in a slightly nervous tone, "I'm a huge science major and I'm amazed at what your you've done for the world. Your technology has helped millions of people around the world, and I would like to play a part in helping those in need in the future." "Is that so?" asked Waurp with a raised eyebrow. "Yes sir," answered Alex, "I just like to do the right thing. That's what my dad used to tell me all the time. He even used to work for you at one point before he died." "And you just wanna help change the world for the better," said Waurp, "just like he did. That's what I always admired about the man. Here, take this." Waurp handed Alex a sheet of paper and said, "Just read over this and bring it down to the Waurp Industries later on today. However, I'd recommend leaving before dusk, these streets haven't been safe at night anymore thanks to the Drama King and his gang." "You don't have to tell me twice," said Alex giving Waurp a thumbs up. Just then, Waurp's phone started to ring and he proceeded to answer it. The call only lasted for half a minute, but Waurp nodded his head and said, "Sorry guys, I have to head back to HQ, the guards think one of the labs might've blown up. I'll leave some of my employees here to answer any further questions. See you around Blazer, and try to get to class on time next time Melissa." Waurp then put on his jacket and left the area. "He seems like a nice guy," said Alex. "You don't know the half of it," chuckled Melissa. Alex then put the internship slip into his backpack and said to Melissa, "Want lunch? I'm buying." "Sure," said a smiling Melissa.
Frostbite – Issue #1
It was a cold November night in the city of Seattle, Washington, and the streets were completely empty as the city’s crime rate was on a terrifying increase. It was 11:00 on the dot, so there weren’t too many businesses still open. The only buildings still up and running were gas stations, a few fast-food restaurants, and a nearby radio station airing their usual late-night show. “What’s good Seattle?! It’s your favorite DJ, Johnny T, and I’m back again with The Stomp, Seattle’s #1 late-night talk show! Before we play the next song on our list, let’s answer a few phone calls.” Johnny switched over to the first caller on the line and said, “This is station 32CD32, you’re live on the air.” “My friends call me Phantom,” said the caller, “and can I just say a few things?” “Sure dude,” said Johnny, “you have two minutes max.” Phantom then proceeded to say, “First of all, I just wanna say that you guys are only #1 because you’re the only late-night show in Seattle. All of the other stations stopped doing their late-night shows because of the damn crime wave; no one wants to stay out late anymore. Besides, doesn’t your audience only consist of two people most of the time? That’s not really much of an accomplishment if you ask me.” “Okay,” said Johnny, “we’re running out of time so-” “Also,” interrupted Phantom, “don’t you guys only play dubstep at night? No one cares about dubstep bruh.” “Thank you for your time,” muttered Johnny, “now if you don’t mind-” “ALSO,” interrupted Phantom again, “who the hell names a radio station after a color code? Your station is literally called ‘lime green’. Was someone on crack when they picked that name?” Johnny then hung up and started playing Bangarang on the radio. The station’s manager walked into the room and looked down at Johnny. “That kid was right,” said the manager, “that is a stupid name now that I think about it.” “You were the one who picked the name dumbass,” groaned Johnny. The manager raised an eyebrow and asked, “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” replied Johnny. “Looks like someone’s getting a deduction on their paycheck this week,” said the manager with a smug look on his face walking out of the room. “You don’t pay me enough anyway asswipe,” said Johnny. The manager furiously walked out of the room and slammed the door behind him. “Damn crackhead,” muttered Johnny.
A few seconds later, Johnny’s phone started to ring, with the caller I.D. simply reading “D.K.”. Johnny answered the phone saying, “Sup Donkey Kong?” “You already know that’s not my name Johnny,” muttered the man on the other end. “I know,” said Johnny rolling his eyes, “but I honestly don’t care dude.” “I’m not surprised,” said the man on the phone, “you don’t seem to actually care about anything.” “That’s not true,” muttered Johnny under his breath. “Anyway Johnny,” continued the mystery man, “you remember our little plan for tomorrow right?” “Awww yeah,” answered Johnny, “we’re gonna bring Joshua Waurp to his knees. That fool won’t expect a thing.” “Indeed,” replied the man, “we will take back what Waurp has taken. The time to take him down is now. Meet up with Dragon Claw tomorrow afternoon by the Space Needle, and don’t set off any explosives this time. I have to get those from Lord Discord, and that son of a bitch doesn’t sell them cheap.” “Fine,” said Johnny, “but do we really need this many bombs?” “Of course,” said the man, “the Drama King always goes out with a bang.” “Please tell me you did not just make a pun,” muttered Johnny. “Just be ready for tomorrow,” said Drama King as he hung up the phone. “Waurp will pay for what he’s done,” Drama King whispered to himself, “and nothing will stand in my way.”
I'm still new here, so I could use some spare points to kick things off. Now, no one here owes me anything so I'm not forcing anyone to donate anything. It would still be kinda nice, though. Donating of course, not forcing someone against their will. Although, that's not a bad idea either.
Who knows? Once I get enough points, I can put them to good use.