Mood Swingy

The CEO frowned as this strange figure approached. He began to stagger as he reached the edge of the building. His facial expression shifted from madness to calm. He looked at me and flashed a skeptical look. “You should not be involved...”He started calmly only to return to his wild state. His face seemed to remain placid as his hands convulsed. He clenched them so that they looked like claws. Slowly he reached up and tilted the top portion of his head back. It remained fastened by the stitches. And as he did this a dark mist began to pour out. It formed into a grinning fiend of a thing. “I wish to handle this matter myself” The smoky cloud bellowed. The three flies trailing behind him buzzed lower as if obeying that comment. The CEO and the figure went into a bout of intense dialog, meanwhile I was thankful to have a deck of cards on my person. When they finished talking I'd play it by ear, but right now I felt a game of Solitaire was appropriate. I lost. But by the time I was realizing this the wind had picked up. The gathered cloud began to drift up towards the over-sized CEO and expanded until it was all around him. “It was in your best interests!” His loud voice echoed across the city. “Don't you know that's not the way things work?” The smoke cloud retorted. Meanwhile the body of the boy stood silent, his head still pulled open. “That is far too conventional...I'm seated in something much deeper, death can not find me that way...” I was totally confused at this point but began top pay more attention because at that point in the conversation, well it really wasn't conversation. The CEO wailed as he suddenly began to melt away. The dark cloud swirled around him; the winds were very turbulent. With a quick jerk the CEO suddenly vanished, however as a result the air around us seemed to reverse, instead of swirling towards him they blew away. The dark mist blew over me and pushed me backwards, off of the edge of the roof. Fortunately I grabbed on but I could not see the boy from that vantage point. I was clutching the edge for my very life, slowly I pulled myself back up but by the time I had he was standing there silently watching me. His face was calm... “Thank you.” He nodded. I brushed myself off and he extended his hand. I shook it and then he said to me. “I have little place to go and you have done me a great favor, do you mind if I tag along?” I shrugged. Might as well, after all, I already had a strange girl with (I'm assuming) an even stranger past, why not allow a Frankensteined fellow join the bunch?

Psuedo Super Sentai Spectacular

So onto business, I have been away for longer than expected but at least I have made it to this Tuesday. The villainous CEO of Castcom had tried to destroy me and others around me, that is where I draw the line… And so I left for the Castcom headquarters once more. Before I had done it to investigate, now I was here to settle a matter. This customer had a complaint, press one for more options…I quickly entered the building and took no time to stop at the front desk; instead I brushed by the people downstairs and went straight to the elevator. No one stopped me; all the doors were left unlocked, all the way to the main office. Strange, I thought. And then, I suddenly knew why, I had fallen into a trap! The office doors slammed shut and the lock clicked. Suddenly a huge pale fist came pummeling through the large glass windows. As the fist pulled away I could see the smiling face of the CEO. He had somehow grown the size of a small sky-scraper! Seriously I’m still kicking myself for not bringing my Henshin wristwatch. He reached his hand in again but I artfully dodged his hand, only to then leap upon it and use his arm as a bridge. With a flick of his wrist the vile CEO dropped me onto the room of the building. “I’m going to connect you to a phone and sap your soul by placing you on hold!”…If you still have any additional questions please stay on the line, an operator will be with you shortly… I bolted at once for the door, knowing I was, yet again, no match for this creature. However the door leading away was locked as well. I turned to look at him again when a glimmering object caught my eye. Wrapped around his middle finger like a ring was a piece of string fastened to a dangling key. I ran with all my might along his arm once more and just barely managed to grasp it. I yanked it off and felt it grow warm in my hand. It fired away toward the lock, drawn by its own power. However it was not the correct lock! Instead the key zoomed to a small shed I had not noticed before. It slid into a lock with a skull etched into it. With a shudder the shed door broke off into several pieces. I watched breathlessly. The CEO, it seemed, did likewise. Out of the shadows emerged a boy followed by three small flies. He had stitches on his arms and face, it appeared as if he were a Frankensteined creation. He looked back and forth quietly, a straight look upon his face. “Well then, I suppose it’s time I take out the trash…it’s been around so long it has begun to reek!” A wild grin overtook his features and he came rushing towards us…

It's Castcomtic!

My time at Tee pees and Escapades has ended. The time has passed quickly but Thursday was my last day of work. I bid everyone farewell, the day had been uneventful. It was a touching moment as everyone waved, for a moment I felt like an astronaut, reading himself to launch off. However as I placed my keys in the ignition there was a rumbling unlike any in recent memory. Was I hungry? Certainly not! For low and behold, the entire store was being overwhelmed, warehouse and all. Every delivery truck, every box by the dumpster! From the ground dark bubbles began to rise, these turned into tentacles, which then turned into a gigantic blob. As it grew a head formed. It leered at me as I took notice of the large CASTCOM logo branded on its forehead...This would not do. Has it already been a month since I faced off with that fiend? If only I had not fled, if only it had ended there! This beast continued to grow as it reached for the sky. It's head continued skyward as it's neck continued to extend. It was then that the manager...err...managed to press himself against the blob. He shouted to me from inside. “Use our rental rocket and pump!” I looked at him quizzically, for the delivery trucks had all be consumed by this beast...save one. I quickly ran to the truck and threw open the door. Inside I found a suit hanging on a hook, I put it on and set the ship up. It was a rocket for one. I slung the pump on my back and sat down. How funny that now I really WAS readying myself to launch. I flipped a flew switches and soon the rocket engine began to snort. With a sudden bang the ship exploded into the air. As I ascended I wondered what I was supposed to DO with the pump? But then I saw it, a giant Adam's apple on the neck of the beast. In the center was a large X. I quickly got my pump ready and sent it flying. The mechanical pack started going and soon the monster began growing in size. I watched it's head as it bobbled too and fro. Suddenly it began to shake uncontrollably Followed by a large explosion. I blinked curiously as its remains fizzled into nothingness. The landing was rough but when I got out my manager thanked me. I nodded and smiled but in my head I knew one thing was certain, the vacation was off, I was going CEO hunting. So on Tuesday I'm afraid I will not be able to update as I will be in a very large city far away, attending to business...

Argyle Madness!

With suspicions we returned the next day. Bella could not remember much more and i was left baffled by the mysterious game called misty maple. What role did it play in all of this and why on earth had Boswell been so adamant about an inexperienced player facing him? The day was hot and so we decided to head out closer to sunset. We made the journey back the the stream. Bella hesitated and looked at me. “I'm hesitant and I don't know why, shouldn't I be happy to lift this curse?” I shrugged uncertain of what to say but figuring I should give some input. “I know little about curses but do you remember anything about his?” She shook her head disparagingly, “No, but I suppose we shall simply have to see what happens, he is waiting for us.” With that she stepped into the waters once again. In an instant Boswell had returned. “Bella, so good to see you. It took you long enough.” “Boswell” Bella started. “What is this curse you are under?” Placing his small hand upon his brow Boswell began. “I have been transformed and imprisoned as an imp.” “But why am I the one to break the spell, how do I know you Boswell?” The imp frowned. “I can not tell you, part of the terms of the curse, but because of our relation you can break it.” He looked at me and then back to Bella. “Now are you ready to break this blasted curse?” She nodded grimly. Boswell quickly snatched a clump of mud from the shoreline and handed it to Bella. Then he placed himself in front of her and closed his eyes. “Drop the mud upon me and the spell will do the rest.” She nodded again and slowly let the lop slip through her fingers. As it fell she waved both of her hands out to the sides and then clapped them together in front of Boswell. With a flash and a swirling jet of mist Boswell stood up, no longer an imp but instead a young man, bearing a striking resemblance to Bella. He smiled at her and bowed. “Thank you kindly dearest sister.” Immediately Bella gasped. “Boswell!” “Wait a minute!” I interjected. “What about who she is?” Boswell grinned at me and jumped back and forth on the balls of his feet, getting accustomed to being free of his imp-self. “I've told her all she needs!” And with another bow he took off through the stream. Bella took off after him only to stop in her tracks as a loud crack split the sounds of the outdoors. “I have found you at last!” Boswell's eyes widened. “Garbage!” And with that he vanished into thin air. By this point I was absolutely baffled. “What just happened?!?” Bella turned to me with teary eyes. “It was Boswell, he was my brother...I was the one who placed him under the curse initially.” I scratched my head as she continued. “It was the Witch of Cornwall, he fell in love with her but her goal was to steal his strength to make herself stronger...I turned him into that imp for to protect him and now I've undone my own work!” She fell on her knees into the cool waters. “But how could that be?” I asked. “Misty maple was our favorite game and I always won against him. To ensure the spell would not be broken by accident I made a clause, he had to beat me, or someone playing for me before the curse could even be broken. Now I've messed things up royally.” We headed back for a cup of tea because seriously, tea always makes things a little better...unless you have frequent bladder troubles, then maybe not...but otherwise...