Introduction
I can't tell you how important it is to live your life to it's tops, to beat the best and to never let your back down. Your best friend could soon become your nightmare's worst nightmare and end your race in front of your very own eyes. As a person, showing who you are should never be as hard as it has become, and climbing to the top is now as simple as winning a game of Checkers. In this life, we only get one chance and one shot at every battle we face. We have to seize the moment that is laid about out before us, and take control of it's abilities. No one should tell you how to do what you do best, for you are the true star of the show in this world, not the 18 year old who insults your ways or the kid who thinks a word leads to a battle.
Through the chilly days and burning flames of the fire, my spirit has always lived on with the words of the people. When screen names add "Frostylittle4Never" to the their user, that shows something. That shows the virtual world that I have influenced you, and I am still bulleted into your brain. Your still thinking of me, your still believing that I am here to stay and care for such entertainment. I will never have to type a word again, and the people will always have me close to their hearts. But no matter how glad you are I quit, I will forever remain in this online world. My paragraphs are stapled into search engine's with power, my ideas are locked into every chat you chat on, and the heat I sweat is printed onto your mind until you reach death.
When you fellow readers glance at my writings, I want you to feel what I feel. I want you cry when tears flow down my face, I want you to roar when I am filled with anger. This connection between reader and writer builds a balance that allows us to equally send each other our thoughts, and our deepest emotions. It's like reaching your hand out, and touching your reflection from a cracked mirror.
The story your about to write combines my love for jokes and gloomy ways of writing together into what many call a "Dark-Styled Comedy". I have a strong feeling that many of you will greatly enjoy it, and this time I truly mean it. In a messed up way, it is in fact based on the problems I've faced in this online adventure, and the people I met through the ways of the chat. I guess it's reality taking a twist in my own mind, and leaking out all things that make me just want to laugh.
Looks like it's time to pop the popcorn.
~D. Griff
Chapter 1: Stupidly Stunning
The sky is forever out of reach, never touched by the greed of the people. But there was once a being who could reach for the sky, steal the stars and stuff the clouds into the socks of his shoes. He could burn time into dust, release the prisoners of death and relive any experience felt on Earth. The power of the universe was on his side, and he was free in return to explore it at his will. This creature would sleep on the hard birds of space, travel through the Blackest Whole in history and jump from planet to planet. His name is yours to keep, and for you to use at your own will. This being was known as Frostylittle, a legend locked away for good.
Frostylittle was a man of the Penguin race, a race that could travel through the sky's competitor known as space. Their ways of life had changed beyond our belief ever since Global Warming had destroyed this planet, and when the Polar Bears were left to die. They had finally reached over our technology, and developed crafts that would soon be considered home to the penguins of the Ice. They now float outside of the Milky way's protection force, and search for planets to claim as their own.
This penguin, Frostylittle soon became the definition of hero to the people of Penguin Paradise. They obeyed him, they loved him and they made his life heaven, for he was something special. He had been born on the royal burning sun known as the Orange Star, an area that not a single life form could ever survive on. This Orange Star's rays were so deadly it melted penguins millions of miles away from it, and Frosty was the only ever known being to be able to live on such a world. A Pig (The pig race took control over a planet they called "Oinknock") was able to spot him flying away from this sun, and exploring the ships of Penguin Paradise. They considered him a god for what he had done, and crowned him king of their people.
But one day, on a very nice day indeed, something strange had occurred. This king, Frostylittle had noticed as if his flesh was burning on fire and his skin was turning grey. As he slept in his magnificent bed, he saw a flame. A flame that had came to life on the soft foot of his flipper, and spread it's way towards his face. As he screamed in pain, rolled on the floor and searched for water, one of the many loyal servants to him had entered the room. He stood in shock, watching his master burn to flames. But these flames, these flames were very unique. They did not glow in red, but rather a pure orange color. No one had ever seen such a different way of catching on fire, and ever since than a Holiday was held in the room of his death.
Frostylittle had a son, who had a son, who had a son, who had a daughter, who had a son named Frostylittle, named after this once great so called legend. This Frostylittle had taken control over the entire Penguin Paradise empire, and was currently leading an invasion on any free planet in the Universe. This invasion was to sent a carefully selected, skilled penguin to a planet to take complete control over. The king had chosen 25 invaders for the job, and each one was prepared for the impossible. By impossible, I mean going to a new land and sticking a flag in the ground claiming it belongs to your ruler.
Today on June 23rd 2010, is a day of new power for the Penguin Paradise. They have been planning this mission for years, and it seems the universe was finally revolving around their dirty ways of a life. A large, purple-like ship floating near the Milky way Galaxy held millions of penguins waiting for the Invasion operation to began. They all sat in a perfectly circular like chairs, and not a single one of them was allowed to speak a word. As they waited for the "Oh so Almighty Powerful Lord King", a large tube from the top of the ship touched the stage in front of them. It was glowing colors of orange, purple and a shade of black that gave young kids fear. This appeared to be some sort of elevator, and floating down from it was the King himself. Legend Frostylittle the Fourth, who preferred to be simply known as the "King Legend,"
"Where's my paycheck?!?!" Barked a young, robotic penguin from the back of the room. He appeared to have glowing green eyes, and half of his face was a silver metal. This Penguin was mostly known as Robo, and was the kind of guy who gets the crap beat out of him every time he steps out of his house.
As gas filled the room, the King Legend stepped out of this spectacular elevator. His eyes were flaming in anger, and his emotions were shown. He was upset, rather outraged for someone to even whisper such a sentence. This penguin probably had made the mistake of his lifetime, and he soon would regret ever showing up for the ceremony. Frostylittle, or "King Legend" pointed his skinny finger at Robo, demanding him to be punished for life. Robo started to slowly laugh, as if he thought the King was simply making a joke out of him. But this time he was as serious as the expression on his face.
"PUT EM' IN THE ROOM WITH DA MOOSE!" Screeched King Legend in his rather squeaky voice. King Legend was much different than the original Frostylittle. His body was very skinny and tall, his eyes were pure red, his skin was ghostly green and he appeared to always have some kind of sinister look on his face. But under this look was a goofy child, who enjoyed making people's life miserable and fell in love with making things explode at a very young age.
"NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWHHH! NOT THE MOOSE! NOT THE MOOSE! WHY! WHHHHHHHHYYYYY! PLEASE! I SHALL NEVER SIN AGAIN! WAAAAAAAAAAAA!" It was a tradition for Robo to beg for forgivness, and he tended to try to seem in pain even though half of his body had no feeling at all.
As this poor soul rolled around the floor crying for mercy, a large robotic like hand had emerged from the ceiling above. It grabbed Robo's oversized head, and carried him out of the overpopulated room. Some audience members started to cheer, and the King Legend clapped with joy. A few penguins were directed to stand behind their idiotic ruler on stage, and pretend to be happy as if posing for a Disney Poster.
"Cha-ching! BAM! Do you smell that? I do, because dat's me on FIRE again! I'm on fire, I'm flaming like da roasted meat ball! BOW DOWN BEFORE YE MASTER! KING LEGEND, DA CHAMPION! DA MAN! DA ONE WITH DA MAGIC TOUCH! YEA, YEA, YEA!" Frostylittle proclaimed, holding his skinny hands high in the air. A single penguin in the audience clapped, yet the rest remained silent.
The invaders on stage stood proud, as if they had something to prove. These penguins had fought their way to the top, and earned everything life had thrown at them. Many of them had spent years in Boot camp trying to become a star, trying to be the perfect example for their children. Their family had disappeared from each of their worlds at a very young age, and had no emotion for these creatures. For they were addicted to power, addicted to the fame of shinning lights and endless money. But money would never come to them, and fame can only live on in time.
"Blurt! You shall be assigned to Planet X! Home of the spectacular snowman people! Yay!" Blurt was a rather fat penguin, with large eyes and a small size that made babies seem tall. He had a strange accent, and his teachers made the decision for him to remain silent. So he spoke no word, and simply smiles while walking off stage.
"Brownie Wen, your going to the Planet of Candy! Kookle, better practice your sledding because you tall one are heading over to da world of Snow! Woot, yay!" The crowd went wild for these planets, as if they were the best of such a terrible mission. Next in line was Bush, a rather strange young girl who thought bats were pretty and drugged mice were cute. She ironically was born in a giant Bush, for her parents were drunken workers who spent most of their days sleeping in the fields. She was extremely small, and had a head that was the size of a basketball.
"Hmm... Your size is small... I shall assign you to Planet Darkness, home of the world's worst nightmares and penguin eating polar bears. Now go suck the milk out of a cow for growth you lil' midget!" King Legend Spoke while sipping on some sort of purple MilkShake. He enjoyed picking on the small, for he figured tiny beings were a waste of space and brains.
As the time had moved on, a roar from the audience had occured. Bangs of fear, noises of anger and rushes of speed had blasted through the ship. Someone, rather a something had disturbed the idiotic peace of the ceremony. This "thing" was running through the crowd, causing children to cry and penguins to run in fear. This nightmare of a penguin went by the name of Griffin, a rather disgrace to the land he fights for. He like Bush was a very small penguin, with orange skin and eyes that changed colors based on the sun light. He wore a simple red propellor hat, a red tie and black sunglasses that hid his unique eyes.
"I am the Griff!" yelled Griffin, while smiling with pride. King Legend shook his head, and most of the other penguins ran towards the exit.
Not a single word can describe how special Griffin was compared to the rest of his race. He had an attitude that made him seem like a true villain, but on the outside he was only yet another weak wannabe. He failed every test that involved becoming an invader, ruined every mission he was in and lost every fight he battled. Yet, this penguin never seemed to give up hope. He thought of himself as the "deadliest of the deadliest", the "savior from the stars" and "the true son of Frostylittle".
"Oh... yes... Griffin... I have a very... special... Planet for you, because you are such a... Powerful child. Very, very powerful indeed!" joked King Legend, trying to hide his laughter.
"I expected such a sentence, sir Frostylittle! Yes, hit me with your... Your ways of battle!" proclaimed Griffin, who was too full of himself to notice that most of the other invaders were cracking up.
"Your planet... Is... eh... How about, the planet of mystery! Yes, the planet we call "The Question"! It's location is not known, so you must find it... Somewhere out there!" Griffin took this as a serious mission, but most of the others could not help but laugh at such a fool.
The hero of the hour, Griffin seized the moment of justice and left for a mission of endless possibilities. He was finally a man, a true man who could defeat any bullet shot at him or any pie thrown by one of those ugly single comedians. The boy walked away from the stage towards his new ship waiting to be launched. A new adventure, a new world and a new experience that made Griffin a new penguin. He could now never again be bullied by such large figures, and it seemed as if the universe rested on his sholders. The people of this planet were for sure going to bow down to him once he steps foot on such a land, and many shall kiss his feet for the things he will do. Griffin, the man with the magic touch and the ability to burn beings to the dirty floor we call hell.
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~D. Griff
