Post by matthardy on Jan 1, 2008 0:39:05 GMT -5
Ise: Alright man, see you tomorrow.
Flamez: Ok. Talk to you later! Bye.
Ise: Bye.
I hung the phone up, and was anxious for New Years to come. It was 8:30-ish on New Years Eve. A couple of hours, and it would be January of 2008. I was watching a count down, on David Letterman. A bunch of crazy stuff on there, as usual. All the sudden a puff of smoke blew from out of no-where next to me on my sofa. I jumped back off my couch and looked straight at the gray pillows falling to the ground. As soon as the smoke was gone, I saw a dark, mysterious figure in a hoodie on my couch. I got onto my feet and crept closer to him. All the sudden he flipped his hood off and fire works of all colors came flying through the air. And very strangely, the song "Thriller" came booming through my house. I looked at the man's face and suddenly exclaimed....
Ise: OH MY GOD, YOU'RE MICHAEL JACKSON!
Man: No, I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past. All though, I would love to be Michael. That's why I poofed my self to look like him!
Ise: Aren't you a little, ya know, late? And, are you gay or something because, YOU LIKE MICHAEL?
Ghost: Yea, I got stuck in ghost traffic. And then the Ghost of Christmas Future gave me a fender bender. And then traffic was blocked for light-years. And no, Im not gay. I love his music.
Ise: Well, why are you even at my house anyway?
Ghost: Well, why do you think? I'm here to show you your Christmas past!
Ise: Oh great.. Just another thing to remind me about my wife.
Ghost: Yep! Making low lifes like you miserable is my goal!
Ise: Thanks. You're a nice guy.
Ghost: Your welcome, well. Let's get going.
And with a kick of my shin, another puff of smoke appeared, and when it was gone, we were in a back lot behind a bunch of bakerys, and grocery stores.
Ise: Why did you just kick me?
Ghost: That's how I transport between different years and times.
Ise: So let me get this straight. You have to kick me to go somewhere?
Ghost: No, I don't HAVE to. But, since I like making people miserable, I do that instead.
I rolled my eyes and looked away. I noticed a little kid with a ripped up t-shirt and scrappy jeans running towards me through the water puddles. But there was a man chasing after him. He was holding a loaf of bread. He tripped over a can and fell into a corner near a dumpster. The large man walked slowly, but broadly, towards the little boy.
Boy: Please don't hurt me sir, please don't!
Baker: You stole my bread.
Boy: I have nothing to eat! I have no where to go! Please let me keep it!
Baker: Lucky for you, I'm having a good day. Keep the bread.
Boy: Oh thank you, sir! Thank you very much!
Baker: Oh wait, never mind!
The man turned around as the boy was crawling farther back toward the brick wall. The man raised his arm. I ran toward the man and swung my arm at his head. It went right through.
Ghost: Oh yeah, I forgot. You can't touch any body here.
Ise: Well then I'll speak to him!
I jumped in front of him. His fist went through me, and I heard a little boy's grunt.
Ise: HOW DARE YOU HIT A LITTLE BOY!
Ise: HEY, IM TALKING TO YOU!
Ise: You freakin' hole!
Ghost: Oh, sorry, I forgot to say also, you can't talk to them either.
Ise: Of course not!
I looked behind me to see the little boy crying, sitting there with a bloody nose. He was looking at the man as he started to roll out of the man's fists. I noticed something weird, he looked just like I was when I was a boy. And suddenly it dawned on me, this was me. The boy got up, and ran towards the man. He swung his foot and kicked the man in the shin as he ran away around the corner and the man fell into the dumpster.
Ise: DAAANG! Now I know why I pursued my way into the career of wrestling. I loved to fight!
Ghost: Wait so now you mean this makes you happy? Then I'll have to fix that.
He kicked my shin and we appeared in my parents' home.
Ise: What are we doing here?
Ghost: You'll see.
A man was sitting at the table. He had to be 18, at least. His parents were arguing and bickering as they walked out of the kitchen carrying dinner plates and the actual dinner. They sat down and both, at the same time, gave synchronized dirty looks at the teenager. All though now I remember, this was me as a teen. My parents started yelling, as I chomped down on my dinner, completely ignoring them.
Mom: I don't know WHY you came back.
Dad: You were better off alone.
Mom: We don't love you any way.
Dad: Why did you insist on coming back?
Mom: You should have stayed in your dumpster-of-a-house.
Dad: Yea, you know we hate you. That's exactly why we put you up for adoption.
Ise: SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! I DIDN'T WANT TO COME HERE, YOU INVITED ME! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!? I PROBABLY AM BETTER WITHOUT YOU! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? IM DONE. YOU CAN SAVE THE HARASSING FOR..NEVER, BECAUSE I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU AGAIN IN MY LIFE!
I slammed my fist on the table and chucked my plate, food and all, at my parents. They got splattered with food, and were still bickering about me. I sat there and watched as they said the worst things about me that I've ever heard.
Ise: Wow, hahaha. I really am better off without my parents, 'eh?
Ghost: GOD! Now you're still not getting sad? Jesus! What am I gonna have to do to make you sad!?
Ise: Take me home and let me go to sleep?
Ghost: Whatever I thi- AHA! You are gonna be CRYING after this!
He kicked my shin harder than he has before, and we appeared at my house. Nancy and I were in our bedroom, and our daughter was crying and throwing a huge fit.
Nancy: Every time I trust you, you let me down. What am I gonna' do with you, Kevin? Why does this happen?
Ise: Maybe you shouldn't trust me! We both know that the only reason you are still with me is because I have more lawyers than your scrawny hands can afford! And I could get Natalie's custody like that!
I then snapped, and stomped out of the room. My daughter was hugging my wife as it seemed as I was ignoring everything. I tuned back into real life, and realized that this was the past.
Ise: (Grinning) You know, this is all just making me feel so happy that I did the opposite things of what happened here. I mean, I hate my parents, and I hate Nancy. You need alot of practice, man.
Ghost: Forget it. I give up! If this isn't making you sad, I GIVE UP! Forget you!
He swung his foot really hard and I poofed into another time again. I was sitting on the couch, and the ghost was gone. I was watching the count down to New Years. As then David Letterman shouted...
David: 3!!! 2!!! 1!!!!
And then I woke up. My alarm sounded as I got up and turned it off. I walked out of my room into the sunny atmosphere of the living room. I clicked on the tv as the New Years Day Parade was on. 'Thank god that was all a dream!' I thought. As I continued my day as normal.
Flamez: Ok. Talk to you later! Bye.
Ise: Bye.
I hung the phone up, and was anxious for New Years to come. It was 8:30-ish on New Years Eve. A couple of hours, and it would be January of 2008. I was watching a count down, on David Letterman. A bunch of crazy stuff on there, as usual. All the sudden a puff of smoke blew from out of no-where next to me on my sofa. I jumped back off my couch and looked straight at the gray pillows falling to the ground. As soon as the smoke was gone, I saw a dark, mysterious figure in a hoodie on my couch. I got onto my feet and crept closer to him. All the sudden he flipped his hood off and fire works of all colors came flying through the air. And very strangely, the song "Thriller" came booming through my house. I looked at the man's face and suddenly exclaimed....
Ise: OH MY GOD, YOU'RE MICHAEL JACKSON!
Man: No, I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past. All though, I would love to be Michael. That's why I poofed my self to look like him!
Ise: Aren't you a little, ya know, late? And, are you gay or something because, YOU LIKE MICHAEL?
Ghost: Yea, I got stuck in ghost traffic. And then the Ghost of Christmas Future gave me a fender bender. And then traffic was blocked for light-years. And no, Im not gay. I love his music.
Ise: Well, why are you even at my house anyway?
Ghost: Well, why do you think? I'm here to show you your Christmas past!
Ise: Oh great.. Just another thing to remind me about my wife.
Ghost: Yep! Making low lifes like you miserable is my goal!
Ise: Thanks. You're a nice guy.
Ghost: Your welcome, well. Let's get going.
And with a kick of my shin, another puff of smoke appeared, and when it was gone, we were in a back lot behind a bunch of bakerys, and grocery stores.
Ise: Why did you just kick me?
Ghost: That's how I transport between different years and times.
Ise: So let me get this straight. You have to kick me to go somewhere?
Ghost: No, I don't HAVE to. But, since I like making people miserable, I do that instead.
I rolled my eyes and looked away. I noticed a little kid with a ripped up t-shirt and scrappy jeans running towards me through the water puddles. But there was a man chasing after him. He was holding a loaf of bread. He tripped over a can and fell into a corner near a dumpster. The large man walked slowly, but broadly, towards the little boy.
Boy: Please don't hurt me sir, please don't!
Baker: You stole my bread.
Boy: I have nothing to eat! I have no where to go! Please let me keep it!
Baker: Lucky for you, I'm having a good day. Keep the bread.
Boy: Oh thank you, sir! Thank you very much!
Baker: Oh wait, never mind!
The man turned around as the boy was crawling farther back toward the brick wall. The man raised his arm. I ran toward the man and swung my arm at his head. It went right through.
Ghost: Oh yeah, I forgot. You can't touch any body here.
Ise: Well then I'll speak to him!
I jumped in front of him. His fist went through me, and I heard a little boy's grunt.
Ise: HOW DARE YOU HIT A LITTLE BOY!
Ise: HEY, IM TALKING TO YOU!
Ise: You freakin' hole!
Ghost: Oh, sorry, I forgot to say also, you can't talk to them either.
Ise: Of course not!
I looked behind me to see the little boy crying, sitting there with a bloody nose. He was looking at the man as he started to roll out of the man's fists. I noticed something weird, he looked just like I was when I was a boy. And suddenly it dawned on me, this was me. The boy got up, and ran towards the man. He swung his foot and kicked the man in the shin as he ran away around the corner and the man fell into the dumpster.
Ise: DAAANG! Now I know why I pursued my way into the career of wrestling. I loved to fight!
Ghost: Wait so now you mean this makes you happy? Then I'll have to fix that.
He kicked my shin and we appeared in my parents' home.
Ise: What are we doing here?
Ghost: You'll see.
A man was sitting at the table. He had to be 18, at least. His parents were arguing and bickering as they walked out of the kitchen carrying dinner plates and the actual dinner. They sat down and both, at the same time, gave synchronized dirty looks at the teenager. All though now I remember, this was me as a teen. My parents started yelling, as I chomped down on my dinner, completely ignoring them.
Mom: I don't know WHY you came back.
Dad: You were better off alone.
Mom: We don't love you any way.
Dad: Why did you insist on coming back?
Mom: You should have stayed in your dumpster-of-a-house.
Dad: Yea, you know we hate you. That's exactly why we put you up for adoption.
Ise: SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP! I DIDN'T WANT TO COME HERE, YOU INVITED ME! WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!? I PROBABLY AM BETTER WITHOUT YOU! AND YOU KNOW WHAT? IM DONE. YOU CAN SAVE THE HARASSING FOR..NEVER, BECAUSE I AM NOT TALKING TO YOU AGAIN IN MY LIFE!
I slammed my fist on the table and chucked my plate, food and all, at my parents. They got splattered with food, and were still bickering about me. I sat there and watched as they said the worst things about me that I've ever heard.
Ise: Wow, hahaha. I really am better off without my parents, 'eh?
Ghost: GOD! Now you're still not getting sad? Jesus! What am I gonna have to do to make you sad!?
Ise: Take me home and let me go to sleep?
Ghost: Whatever I thi- AHA! You are gonna be CRYING after this!
He kicked my shin harder than he has before, and we appeared at my house. Nancy and I were in our bedroom, and our daughter was crying and throwing a huge fit.
Nancy: Every time I trust you, you let me down. What am I gonna' do with you, Kevin? Why does this happen?
Ise: Maybe you shouldn't trust me! We both know that the only reason you are still with me is because I have more lawyers than your scrawny hands can afford! And I could get Natalie's custody like that!
I then snapped, and stomped out of the room. My daughter was hugging my wife as it seemed as I was ignoring everything. I tuned back into real life, and realized that this was the past.
Ise: (Grinning) You know, this is all just making me feel so happy that I did the opposite things of what happened here. I mean, I hate my parents, and I hate Nancy. You need alot of practice, man.
Ghost: Forget it. I give up! If this isn't making you sad, I GIVE UP! Forget you!
He swung his foot really hard and I poofed into another time again. I was sitting on the couch, and the ghost was gone. I was watching the count down to New Years. As then David Letterman shouted...
David: 3!!! 2!!! 1!!!!
And then I woke up. My alarm sounded as I got up and turned it off. I walked out of my room into the sunny atmosphere of the living room. I clicked on the tv as the New Years Day Parade was on. 'Thank god that was all a dream!' I thought. As I continued my day as normal.
I shall remain silent. No it didn't inspire me. I didn't get a chance to do a rp then but I absolutely would have used this kind of thing. Since I joined then, there was no way I could. So I did it this week with a twist to it.
