Random Babbling

Hello, people. I'm done with my homework, so I can just randomly post things. Deathwriter, did you know that we have to learn spanish out here? Goodness! So annoying. Probably valuable, though. If you ever want to create a language, you have to learn Latin roots. Spanish has Latin roots. *SIGH* I've just read the Pendragon series 'till book seven. If you like sci-fi, Pendrgaon kicks butt. Of course, even if you don't like sci-fi and you don't even read the series, it still stays on the library shelf, kicking butt. And I know the library in your town has the series, Deathwriter, so don't tell me that you can't get it. By the way, where on earth are those traitorous Pageknights, Sam, Dylan, and Derek? Probably busy with sports.
Oh well. Read any good books lately? Put a review in the comments. Oh! I have an idea! I'll start writing a story, and write and write and write. Of course, it will have to be very to-the-point. Here goes!

Spy Guy
By Pageknight

One word passed through the spy's head as he snatched the plans, setting off the alarm. "Crap". Yep. That was the word. You don't believe me? Too bad. It was "Crap". The spy ran to the window as the guards poured in. The room was tall, and quite like a warehouse. But it was clean. And heavily armed. And employed by bad people. Namely, the Baron Von Brahtwurst and his goons. Yes, that was his name. Yes, was his name. He dies at the end. No,no! Don't leave! You don't know how he dies! It's interesting! Believe me!
Where was I. Oh, yeah. The guards firing, filling the room with a light cloud of smoke. And the precipitation from these clouds? Rain. A rain of bullets, that is. Sparks flew as the bullets slammed into the metal pillar Spy Guy dived behind. The plans safely hidden in his jacket, Spy Guy pulled himself up to the next catwalk. Then the next. All the while, dodging bullets. A bullet seared past Spy Guy's cheek, leaving a slight cut and a drop of blood.
Spy Guy was fed up. A bullet wound, angry guards, and a villian whose name sounded curiously like German poultry goods. Pulling out a vial from his pocket, the spy admired it, then tossed it into the fray far, far below. The second it shattered, a huge billow of smoke flew into the air, blinding all those who it came in contact with.
Putting his hands in front of him like a shield, Spy Guy took a running start, then smashed through the window. I know what you're thinking. Ouch. That has got to hurt, cutting himself on all that glass. But he didn't. Spy Guy was proffessional. Shards of supposedly bulletproof glass rained down on the docks below the window sill. In reality, the guy who sold them the glass was a cheapskate. Sold them ordinary glass windows. Lived to regret it, though. The Baron sent some thugs to his place. That window-seller sleeps with the fishes now.
Anyway, the spy flew through the air, forming himself into a human wedge. He hit the water with a perfect dive, cutting through without so much as a ripple. Thanking his lucky stars for his water-proof jacket pocket, the spy made his way to the other side of the river.
Once getting out of the water, the spy made for his pre-planned cache of dry clothes. Accompanying the clothes was a mini crossbow bow with 50 bolts. That would be useful. The spy's clothes also contained a key for his 2006 black Ferrari Enzo, specially souped up so that it could go from 0 mph to 150 in a heartbeat. The handling was great, complete with equipment that allowed him, if he wanted to, the drive on a 170-degree surface. Nearly upside-down. Any way, Spy Guy made his way over to this awesomely-sweet machine and hopped in. As if on a cue (or just because it's suspenseful), four sleek Mustangs pulled out of the Baron's parking lot, each car containing a driver and an armed guard.
Spy Guy smiled, then floored it onto the freeway, with the Mustangs in hot pursuit.

All I have so far. Bedtime. (too early)

A Ninja in London

Silence. That is all Tji heard, as he swept through the deserted, nighttime streets of London. Being a stowaway from Japan, this was a world very different from his old life. Being about 20, Tji was in his prime. His black hair swept back into his hood added to his ability to hide in the shadows.

Only a bit of wind rushing past his ears, barely detectable, even for him. And he was ninja. Well, not a proper one, actually. Most ninja assassinated people. Tji mostly saved them or snuck around seeing the sights and selling information. Tji was a sort of "good guy".

Tji thought of himself as a ninja, though. Such a rank was only given to those skilled enough to bear it. Tji's grandfather had taught him many tricks and skills. And his grandfather had told him the qualities of a ninja. Complete stealth, no sight or sound. If you were caught, you fought. If you were subdued, you tried to escape. Interrogation? No answers given. Torture? Even the weakest of ninja could survive days without food or water and could survive excruciating pain.

Before he had left Japan, his grandfather taught him the art of weaponsmaking. Tji couldn't make any but a shuriken, but that was all he need mass-produced. His grandfather had also given him the garb of a ninja. Clothed in black by night, with the long black shroud of honorable cloth, the shinobi shozoku. A black swath, the traditional ninja garb. On Tji's back was his ninja-ken, or short sword. With its biting blade, quiet as death, Tji could cut through metal. Hidden by his shinobi shozoku were three of his shuriken, or thowing stars. Tji crept along with one of these in his hand, making no noise.

And if anyone was listening, all they would hear or see would be nothing. Nothing. Silence. Such dead words. Emptiness, forever trapped by the barriers of those two words. The ninja were defined by these two words and others of the sort.

Scritch-scratch! A rat skittered by, making a huge racket, or at least to Tji's ears. Glancing down off of the tall, slanted rooftop, Tji checked to see if the constable on watch had heard. Tji's breathing and heartbeat was calm, but his thoughts were like a train, running quickly, here one moment and gone the next. Tactics and ideas what to do next were among the ideas. The night watchman had not heard, luckily.

Not that Tji couldn't handle a bumbling policeman.


This is all I have so far. Stay tuned...

No. 25, Vol. 1-Winter

*sigh* go to http://www.emusic.com/album/10964/10964372.html . I think you can listen to the song, but I'm not sure. *sigh* Winter is awesome. But there is no snow out here. *sigh*

No. 24, Vol.1-Lord of the Blogs

One Blog to rule them all, One Blog to find them,
One Blog to bring them all, and Pageknights bind them!
Excerpt from The Lost Blogs of Blogspot

'Tis the season to go on Pageknights,
Fa la la la la, la la la la!
And read what Pageknight writes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la!
Give us all our books and measures,
Fa la la la la, la la la la!
While you're at it, and our treasures,
Fa la la la la, laa ,laaa, laaaa, llllllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Traditional Blog Carol

There is a blog, a merry old blog,
beneath an old grey screen,
But Pageknight turns its head like ale,
It turns white and very pale,
And falls upon the green.

A poem from The Fellowship of the Blog

In my own little bloggggg,
I can write foreverrrrrrrr,
In my own little bloggggg,
I can read my dreeeeams,

An excerpt from Blog Search: A Merry Musical

Hee-hee! I just felt like writing that!

No. 23, Vol.1-Time

Two things concerning time. Not that magazine with the red border. There is a 3 hour time difference between us and you guys. If the meeting is at 8:00 your time, I get on at 5:00. So on an article, if I say to go on to Pageknights for a meeting at 8:00, just go on at 8:00. I'll worry about the time difference.

I also wanted to say that this blog has been on for a solid half year! Yeah! Also, we finally broke 20 posts. Happy Half-year! Keep commenting!

No. 22, Vol. 1-Idea

Its been a long time, and someone's got to say it. The Pageknights have collapsed. Almost all contact has been broken, the meetings are permanently adourned, *sigh*.

But... I have an Idea. (I capitalized the I) A good Idea. We shall set up online meetings on a certain post and use the commenter to chat! Ha Ha! Brilliant! The Pageknights will not crumble and fall to ruin! *insert heroic music here* We shall Stand! And fight! The Pageknights are back!

Bad news, there are no online snacks. Oh well. We shall have the first online meeting on the second post. I need feedback as to when all ya'll are available to have a meeting.

No. 21 Vol. 1- Update

I have FINALLY updated a lot of the articles. Eragon has been updated, I put images on a lot of articles, I changed the template, a lot of stuff is different. Enjoy!

No. 20, Vol.1- For British Eyes Only

This is the British library. AKA where I'm supposed to live. The place is huge! Gigantic! The architecture is awesome.

"The British Library Philatelic Collections are the National Philatelic Collections of the United Kingdom. The Collections were established in 1891 with the donation of the Tapling Collection, they steadily developed and now comprise over twenty five major collections and a number of smaller ones, encompassing a wide-range of disciplines. The collections include postage and revenue stamps, postal stationery, essays, proofs, covers and entries, 'cinderella stamp' material, specimen issues, airmails, some postal history materials, official and private posts, etc., for almost all countries and periods.

An extensive display of material from the collections is on exhibit and is probably the best permanent display of diverse classic stamps and philatelic material in the world. Approximately 80,000 items on 6,000 sheets may be viewed in 1,000 display frames; 2,400 sheets are from the Tapling Collection. All other material, which covers the whole world, is available to students and researchers by appointment.

As well as these extensive collections, the subject literature is very actively acquired, and makes the British Library one of the world's prime philatelic research centres."

That's from Wikipedia.

No. 19, Vol. 1-Magyk

I just read the first Angie Sage book, Magyk, for school. Pretty good. Her style of writing is unique, the story and plot are good. The idea of a midieval world with magic, pistols, pretty good. I like Eragon a bit better, though. The two settings in the books are completely different, but the world itself is somewhat alike. I have not yet read the second book, Flyte, but I hope to. Also, see my new blog, The Distant Planet. Jolly Robert and the order of the Pageknights have both been erased.

No. 18, Vol. 1-Eragon

Totally awesome! I'm sure you've read it! Aw man! Cool! *sigh* It was awesome. I certainly hope those of you on this website have read it. If you haven't, go to the library and get it. Now. This moment. That's right, turn off the computer, and go see about getting it. The movie looks good except for the actor for Eragon the movie.

The story is set in Alagaesia , a midieval-type world. The land is ruled by a tyrant king named Galbatorix. Before Galbatorix took over, the dragon riders, warriors with magic that ride on dragons, kept the peace. Then one cocky Rider named Galbatorix flew into Urgal (a sort of Goblin creature) territory. As he rested, the urgals attacked. They killed his two friends, thier dragons, and his dragon. Galbatorix survived, but went crazy. He eventually went back to the riders, and they didn't see anything wrong with him.

When Galbatorix demanded another dragon, they finally saw his dementia. They refused, and Galbatorix swore to get revenge. He and twelve of his followers, named the Forsworn, destroyed the riders and captured three dragon eggs. Then one of the dragon eggs was stolen by the Varden, a rebel group. Dragon eggs in Alagaesia do not hatch until their destined master comes along. (I forgot to mention that the Forsworn were all killed one way or another be it by magic too powerful, suicide, or battle)

So the dragon egg that was captured was ferried between the land of the Elves and the Varden to give each a fair chance of hosting the new rider. One time, when the ferriers of the egg were bringing it to the Varden, they were attacked by some of Galbatorix's agents. Just before she was captured, Arya, one of the ferriers, sent the egg, using magic, far away.

It just so happens that it lands in the Spine, a treacherous area of mountains and woods. Eragon, who is one of the only people who hunts there, finds the egg and takes it home. I know this next sentence is used in every book review, but... To know what happens next, you'll just have to read it.

No.17, Vol.1-A Single Shard

I went to see a tour of my new school(on the 15th), and found out that I needed to read these three books by the 28th. I just finished the first book. It was called A Single Shard.

Its about this orphan (Tree Ear) in Korea who loves this potter's (Min's) work. One day, he's admiring the potter's work, he breaks something. Then, he works eight days, but he likes it so much that he asks to keep working. One day, the royal official comes to give out a commission to make pottery for the palace.

Anyway, a rival of Min's makes a new type of pot and gets the commission. The official comes to Min's house and apologizing saying, "I'm sorry, but the palace must see this new type of pottery. If you show me a work of yours like this, I will give you the commission."

Then, Min makes this new type of pottery and Tree Ear says he will take it to the faraway palace city of Songdo. Then he sets off to the city. Pretty good book, not my style. Later.

No.16 Vol.1-The Sea of Trolls

Jack was eleven when the berserkers loomed out of the fog and nabbed him. "It seems that things are stirring across the water," the Bard had warned. "Ships are being built, swords are being forged."

"Is that bad?" Jack had asked, for his Saxon village had never before seen berserkers.

"Of course. People don't make ships and swords unless they intend to use them."

The year is A.D. 793. In the next months, Jack and his little sister, Lucy, are enslaved by Olaf One-Brow and his fierce young shipmate, Thorgil. With a crow named Bold Heart for mysterious company, they are swept up into an adventure-quest that follows in the spirit of The Lord of the Rings.

Other threats include a willful mother Dragon, a giant spider, and a troll-boar with a surprising personality -- to say nothing of Ivar the Boneless and his wife, Queen Frith, a shape-shifting half-troll, and several eight foot tall, orange-haired, full-time trolls.

That is from the jacket of a 4 1/2 out of 5 book called The Sea of Trolls. It is a pretty good book, has some magic, cool creatures, and a few battles. I got it from a library and read it on the plane. (Planes are cool!) (except when you have to sleep in an airport!) A Bard, (read the first paragraph) is a magician, sort of like Gandalf from Lord of the Rings, a wizard.

A Beserker is a Viking who would get himself worked up, drink a wierd liquid, temporarily go crazy, kill a lot of people, then go home. Strange, I know. Hey deathwriter! isn't it sort of wierd you and Thing are the only pageknights left (and myself, of course) ?

No.15, Vol.1-Cali-forni-yaa

We made it. Sorry I haven't posted in a long while, but I've been busy. (my fancy excuse for doing nothing) Be back.

No.14, Vol.1-Walls of Red

Redwall is absolutely awesome! I love one book called the Pearls of Lutra. Here's a summary.

The Pearls of Lutra begins just outside Redwall Abbey, where a young hogmaid named Tansy has been sent to gather herbs for Sister Cicely, with her young friend, Arven, keeping her company. A couple of hours after Tansy leaves the Abbey, the weather takes a turn for the worse, and it begins to rain. The two friends take shelter in a nearby cave, and Tansy soon finds herself looking for Arven, after the young squirrel runs off."Tanzeeeeee!" the dibbun's cries of despair are repeated, over and over, until Tansy finds Arven... standing next to a ferret's skeleton.

Meanwhile, on Sampetra Isle, Emperor Ublaz reigns, holding the title of Mad Eyes, because of his hypnotic stare. Mad Eyes commands hundreds of tropical lizards, and trident rats. Yet Ublaz yearns for one thing more -- The Pearls of Lutra! He has already murdered the otter tribe, Holt Lutra, to gain them. Yet the rat he sent to fetch the pearls has not returned.
His one great mistake was taking Grath Longfletch, daughter of the tribe leader, for dead. For she is not dead. Grath Longfletch will be known for season's to come, killing searats like a madbeast, with her reknowned green-flighted arrows. Having stolen a longboat from a small group of searats, she begins her quest to the Southern region of Mossflower, in pursuit of the searats who killed her family.

Martin the Second, son of Mattimeo, has left Redwall Abbey to inspect the skeleton. With the corpse, was found a spoon which had belonged to Fermald the Ancient, an elderly Redwaller who had passed away several seasons before. But not long after Martin and his companions return to the Abbey with the spoon, Ublaz's army turns up at the gate, where he has tracked the Pearls....and here, the real adventure begins.

My dad went to England, and one of the things he brought back were 4 Brian Jaques (author of Redwall) books. The Outcast of Redwall, Triss, Rakketty Tam, and a Castaways of the Flying Dutchman book, The Angel's Command. Please check out http://www.redwall.org/.

No.13, Vol.1-Jolly!

Everyone needs a little jolly. Jolly Robert that is. If you haven't seen it, go to www.jollyrobert.blogspot.com. Jolly Robert is merely there to humor you. If you haven't, please read the article star search! Gooodbyyyyyyyyyye!!!!

No.12, Vol.1- Star Search!

Hi. I bet you're on here because you have nothing crater to do! Any way, my sun ran away (and I've lost my moons) so I thought I'd write about it. At the sci-fi hall of fame, there are four top classics. In 4th we have 2001, A Space Odyssey. In a close 3rd we have Star Trek. 2nd is Star Wars. I know what you all are thinking. "What on Earth (or anywhere in the galaxies far, far away) could be better than Star Wars? Star Search, of course!

This absolutely wonderful play goes past the wild blue yonder. Critics call it "A cute little musical" "Two thumbs up!" and "An instant (ancient) classic!!" All the tickets were sold out for the special showing of the play at SHS. Directed by none other than star and director Mrs. Wylie. (Chop Suey, Chop Suey 2- Return of the Chops) and Mrs. Wilson, singing extraordinair (She sang "Hello, Mrs. Wilson").

The story is that of the planets who have lost their sun, ( He decided to take a vacation) and who could forget the moons who have lost their planets (starring 2 of our very own pageknights, Deathwriter and sirsam).

The musical left the audience agog. It included a guest feature by Mrs. Ramey singing "Its Such a Pleasure to Meet You", winner of 2 Grammpy awards. Other hits included in this play are "Solar Introductions", "Sunny Side Up", "Follow the Sun", and hit single, " In My Own Little Space (I can be forever)" .

Also, another one of our pageknights had leading roll in the play(Earth). She sang a solo in hits, "Its Such a Pleasure to You" and "Follow the Sun". This play is rated PG for mild violence (Earth hitting Mars) language, (Earth Moon, Deathwriter, using words such as crater and yonder.) (GASP!) and thematic elements (those totally groovy headdresses).

Pick up a copy of Star Search today! GOODBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEE!

No.11, Vol.1-Oldy

How many of us like Eyewitness? Or any non-fiction book for that matter? Oh well. Post a comment if you do. Sorry i didn't post earlier. Did you know that most people in the viking age couldn't read? This is why monks spent so much time making them. Of course, they would make the books ,with values of over $500 nowadays, then the vikings would come to pick them up.
These books were often written in Latin.
Anyway some guy came up with an easier language, and gradually people learned to read. To make a long story short, nowadays everyone reads cause they can.

No.10, Vol.1-LAND-HO!

Pirates! The word that captivated millions of people in that age. Many pirates started as people in debt and went to sea to get rich. Many people think being on a pirate ship would be fun.
It was actually a living nightmare. Cruel punishments, cramped quarters, almost always there was a mean, cold-hearted captain. To boot, if you got captured, you would be hanged.
These criminals would often fly the jolly roger, and if the quarry would not back down, the pirates would fire cannon, and then throw grappling hooks to pull in the other ship. then they would attack, killing all except for the most important passengers. These they would use as hostages. The pirates would run off and spend the gold and valuables. Only Captain Kidd buried his treasure, but he soon recovered it. Oh yeah, on a book note, usually only the captain could read to go over charts and maps.

No.9, Vol.1-Eye of the Liger

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   "What are you drawing?" "A liger. It's pretty much my favorite animal. Bred for its skills and magic."
   These famous words are branded into the very minds of over a million citizens. Trouble is, every one thinks it's stupid. But in the back of their skulls, these very people love it. It's just the fact that when the movie came out, relatives would come with it and say, 'This movie is awesome!' and friends would say it, and siblings would say it. Soon, the people have seen it so much that they are annoyed by it. In fact they feel interregated about it.
   Soon, the people just shut it out of their minds forever.
   
   Almost.
   If they would just go back and watch it in a year or so, they will love it. It is just a matter of over-usage. Tell people that, and they don't listen.
   On a Wrik note, they actually have a liger. Several Ligers. These things are huge!(SEE PIC.1)

No.8, Vol.1-St.Patrick

I read Freeglader, to make a long story short, it was awesome! I also am reading Treasure Island. ( For some reason, I've become fasinated with ships and sailing.
Does anyone read the Land of Elyon books? Beyond the Valley of Thorns? Dark Hills Divide? Oh well. Sorry I missed so many days. (Me personally, I don't really like a Wrinkle in time)
HAPPY ST.PATRICKS DAY!