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Hell March II - Westwood
Die Waffen, legt an!!
The long awaited Red Alert 3!
Have you read Animal Farm before? The sheep reminds me of the students of Roving Vanilla Hip School. Their dumb, brainless, brainless...wait...did I mention brainless? The third echelon operatives hunt them down frequently and kill them. Of course, the operatives don't always do that. They must have enough students walking around aimlessly when 'important guests' decide to visit. They only kill leaders of rebel factions. Surprisingly, one would want to keep a low profile by obeying rules if he/she was a rebel leader. Unfortunately, being such hopeslessly mindless creatures of the nether void, they must do something incredibly STUPID to incur the wrath of the operatives. Dumb ain't they? Expected from such low lifeforms. Sometimes when I experience OBEs(outta body experiences) and visit Erath and see these morons, I really feel that I should pity the operatives. After all they dirty themselves with the blood of the 'victims' they kill. Really not worth their time cleaning up. After all, these 'victims' are not worthy opponents/preys being stupid and mindless as they are to paint bullseyes all over themselves. Sad, worthless creatures.
In a topic unrelated to The Chronicles, I designed my sig based on halo's legendary insignia. comments about it are welcomed. here it is 
signing off
The posts have deceptively close date/time stamps as i copied the posts out before changing the skin. i then upload them again to make sure that no cynical post is left out =). have fun
-shadowkat
Annually, students of the lower castes are massed at the BigMacRichman Pond. The mad students are released from the cages to chase the cohort across a distance of 10km. Maby do not make it and die along the way. However, there were a lot of changes this year.
Firstly, the promised thirst-quenching and energy giving drink, Lomi, was absent. The Roving Vanilla Hip School's administration claimed that the school could not afford the ridiculously cheap drink. The administration also claimed that they did not need to give the students any drinks as the school did not support animal rights.
Secondly, the school wanted to further torture the students. The school purposely ordered insufficient bottles of the replacement drink, DISHwater (dilute iodine sulphate.hydrated water). The students who did not receive any DISHwater tried to drink from sewage outlets. However, Third Echelon operatives, under direct orders from their chief, ambushed the students and tortured them to death.
Finally, the last 50 that escaped the mad students were thrown into boiling oil as entertainment for the public, the Third Echelon members and the school's more priviledged administration members and teaching staff. Crowd crowded around the pit to shout and jeer at the screaming victims. The dead bodies were then cut into slivers and given to welfare organisation as food for the 'less fortunate'.
Yet another nonsensical episode/post ends. More to come!!!!
Okay. So I have not been posting recently. Blame the tests and Maple Story. I was busy training my mage... Here it is, the last few entries squeezed into one.
Talk about having the KGB in the Soviet Union. In Pingasore, Roving Vanilla Hip School has its own Third Echelon. Operatives from the Third Echelon suppress the uprising of the students. Let's disect and examine the school's hierachy. At the very top, we have the "Holy One". Below are his minions. The most infamous would be the disciplinary master, who happens to be the chief of the Third Echelon - the school's very own intelligence network. The operatives are real pros, like those in the KGB. They are swift, silent and merciless. They capture, interrogate and execute suspected rebellion leaders. For example, the head of the RV-COTALSM Movement was captured and fed to students driven mad by the homework plague (or epidemic).
The operatives are most active outside of the school. In the school, they wear a green headband to signify their authority over the lower castes. Once it is dismissal, they lose the green headband and don their Field Tactical Phase Armour. The body armour is the pride of the Third Echelon. It turns invisible at the push of a button making the operative blend into the crowd yet maintain full readiness status. They go to lanshops and shopping malls to ambush suspected "terrorist cell" leaders. More often than not, they apprehend innocent students and kill them.
Another piece of equipment would be the Field Unit Camo Kit. FUCK was another piece of equipment that all operatives carry. Using a series of holgraphic projectors, it can allow the operative to look like another person. Field operatives impersonate lower castes' students to mix into the crowd before slitting thier targets' throats.
about time for me to post again. spent way too much time at my class blog crapping. and of course, I'M FREE TO SAY WHAT I WANT (meaning strong language). i mean like wtf, how can you ignore them when they are the most apt??? ok back to roving vanilla hip school. All following posts would talk about this school unless otherwise stated in the topic title or post itself.
Roving Vanilla Hip School is a wonderous place. Of course, that's if you're a teacher there. Most teachers use their authority and never abuse it. Notice that I said MOST. There are a minority of these civil servants that chose to use FEAR and HATE to terroroize students into listening to them. They chose to use them and make the student body hate them, when being a kind and caring teacher can also earn people's respect. So did the students of Roving Vanilla Hip School hate these teachers? No, of course not. THEY LOATHE THEM!
They go around holding air rifles, shooting students who did not pull up their underwear. In Erath, people where their underwear outside. Don't ask me why, they just do. They are not supposed to be humans remember? "Fucking pull up your underwear or I'll give you an atomic wedgie and shoot you while you run! HAHAHAHAHA!" That's a common saying heard frequently at mass assemblies. Or things like, "Do you know I roasted a cockroach by spraying hair spray through a cigarette lighter? Cut your hair or I'll do that to your face! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!" Talk about being sadistic.
Ok that's enuf for now. Brb soon. Prob in a fortnight or so. Unless I get inspiration, cya!
Erath is a world where its residents squabble constantly. Wars are fought to obtain energy sources like peanut oil for instance. The President of Unreal Sympathy of All, John Shrub invaded Iqar using lame excuses that Sadistic Heron, leader of Iqar, is sadistic. So John Shrub, who hate sadistic people, ordered the army to invade Iqar. Of course, the people who are much more skilled in Social Studies would know what is actually going on. Iqar has the world largest peanut garden ever. The country exports 300 million tonnes of peanut oil annually. The Unreal Sympathy, being advanced in technology, required a lot of peanut oil. So they invaded Iqar to steal the secret recipe of how to process peanuts (to pooof! become koco cruch! =) note that the snack is misspelt to avoid copyright lawsuit =)). So the world went on thinking that the Unreal Sympathy actually sincerely felt sorry for the citizens under the rule of the sadistic Sadistic Heron.Another event that shook the world is the the great oil drop. The oil refinery sent a shipment of processed peanut oil via an airship. The airship crashed, dropping the oil and causing the ocean to go bigbadaboom! 500 thousand people were killed.Luckily, Pingasore was not hit by the devastating oil. The destructive force of the wave was shielded by natural barriers. There was much debate about how to clear the oil up. Some dumbass in a survey team flew over the oil spill and dropped a buring cigarette into the oil. Another bigbadaboom. Thankfully, the dumbass died together with the hopelessly fickle minded scientific team. The resulting explosion flash fried the ocean and those who suffered in the oil wave had free fried fish. No aid needed from the even more slow and unresponsive world organisation, the Unresponsive Noodles. Usually, a lot of people die from natural disasters. However, the Noodles, being unresponsive, take their time with getting funds and other admin crap. So by the time aid can be sent, MORE PEOPLE ARE DEAD! Fried fish also tastes better than food in the ration packs.There are even more stupid things going on in Erath that could be, should be and would be mentioned. I cannot fit all of them into one entry. So stay tuned for more stupid things that the denizens of Erath do.
This is a chronicle of life in Pingasore. It is an island on a planet far far away (as to how far, d = 300 gazillion au = damn far away(those who does not know what au is, it is astronomical unit)). However, they may not be as different as us. In Pingasore, there is a school called Roving Vanilla Hip (yeah right...) School (RVHS sounds damn familiar doesn't it? hmmmm, wonder where I found that abbreviation). I am going to be writing about life in Pingasore and global affairs of the planet, Erath, where Pingasore is found on.The story is a work of pure fiction. All characters are fictitious and sure as hell aren't real (duh!). Any resemblance to place(s), character(s) (living or dead) and/or event(s) is coincidental. Really. I mean it. No kidding. Trust me. Any resemblace is really due to coincidence.Viewer discretion is advised. Strong language used. I rate it NC 16 (yeah right like those of you who are reading this is 16yo n above) Bla. Bla. Other legal crap regarding content. Bla. Bla.