Then there were four.

I ended up with four eggs. It was a blur of clicking. I can only put one in my signature. I'm looking for people to give them to. I heard that one person in particular wanted an egg. So I'm going to plan the giving away to give to good owners. Comment for details.

If you don't know what I'm talking about, then check the post below.

I have a dragon egg!?

(Read this like I have a British accent. It's more entertaining.)

I woke up this morning. I was really tired. I saw this little egg on a signature for a forum rp. By it said. "Click the egg. I don't want my dragon to die." So being the fantasy animal lover I am, clicked the egg. It said at the bottom of the page it sent me to, get one of your own. Me being tired, and the twit I am clicked that link. Before I knew it, I was part of Dragon Cave. Now I left my computer for a while, then came back. I then realized what a dork I would look like if I had a little egg in my signature. So I looked at my options. I looked at the options page, and found three possible options. One being keep it. I will go into something here. My other options were:

Kill: Which I felt would make me into some kind of murderer. I really didn't want to destroy the little blob of pixles.

Abandon: It didn't feel right. I would feel like an asshole if I just up and abandoned it.

So you see, I was hoping for a, find a good owner and move on with your life option. There of course there wasn't. So I was stuck with the egg. I didn't really want to keep it, but needed to, because I'm sympathetic like that. So now I still have the egg. I've decided that this actually might be good fun, so I will keep you posted on the growth of my "Dragon" while it lives on. So please, click on the poor little guy, by going to this link. http://dragcave.ath.cx/user/Nightmare13

Till next time

Nathaniel.

Wait wait, hold on. That exit wasn't quite as weird as usual.

By dragon named,

Nathaniel.

Dr.Horrible.

I am a fan of the television writer Joss Whedon. He has done great work. The works of his that I have seen consist of Firefly, Serenity, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel. But what has he been doing for the writer's strike. Well he has been working on something else. It's called, Dr.Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. I have watched it, and it is hysterical! It's about a small time super villain, who is trying to make the big leagues. So far there isn't a lot of things done on it. It has two 13 minute parts out so far. It features a lot of laughs, some songs, and a great cast.

Neil Patrick Harris, as Doctor Horrible (The main character.)

Nathan Fillon, as Captain Hammer (The nemesis.)

And Felucia Day, as Penny (The love interest.)

It is good times in a video. I encourage the watching of it, and thus I give you the link.
http://www.drhorrible.com/

UPDATE: Okay, all three parts are now up. But as of tomorrow (July 20.) you must download the videos. So if you don't want to download, hurry up and watch it now! HURRY!

Please enjoy it like

Nathaniel.

Altaira: The Tale of Vander. Part one.

This is something I came up with a a few months ago. Originaly this was a chapter for a book I was writing. I decided that I couldn't pull off the whole author thing. But I did spend a fair bit of time writing it, so I want to share it with all of you. So far I have finished the prolougue, and chapter one. It is pretty badly writen, which I will be working on. My main problem with it, is that it does skip view points, from time to time. I'm hoping to edit that. I'm giving you the prolougue now, and next monday, you will get chapter 1. Tell me what you think.

Nathaniel.


Prologue


IN THE BEGINNING there was a great explosion releasing massive amounts of energy, more than any amount ever seen at once. From the energy the four original gods, Heatero, Graviator, Magnium and Mechanos came to be. They used their great power to forge their land of Altaira. Later they used their power to make their daughters and goddesses. They then created with a mixture of water earth fire and air and their divine energy to create all beasts and to create us humans.

But then some humans tried to steal the power of all energy from the Gods themselves. The Magi. They use power stolen from the Gods for their own selfish needs. That is why the church and government use the coliseums to keep their demonic abilities under our watchful eye. To keep the good safe and magic holy.

The old preacher finished his traditional Genesis Day sermon. Everyone began to rise, and 14 year old Vander began to rise tiredly from his seat where he was half asleep. He was never a fan of religion or the preacher. What did he have against Magi, and that bit about how well the Church and government was looking after them? Oh well, was he really the one to be judging. He was probably the weirdest person he knew. His father had died when he was an infant and without a home his mother took him to live with his grandparents in the town of Pyre. That is all his grandfather was ever willing to tell him. Currently in the household was only his grandfather, himself and their horse Bree. His grandmother died when he had been 7. That really helped his childhood development.

Vander was an average sized boy with strawberry blond hair, almost red eyes and tan skin. There was nothing very particular about him, and didn’t really have any talents or hobbies. His point to him was just to exist. But ever since he could remember he had always been meant to do something. Not something simple like a shop boy, but something great. On first glance anyone would have thought “Yeah right.” But you know sometimes when you listen to that little voice you can do great things. And you know what his was right.

Damn the Creator of this Computer Language

Okay, I just got off a comments page. UGHHHH! It was painful. I think you all know where I'm going with this. The entire net is a screwed up place!

If you haven't caught on, let me explain. I hate it when people don't use proper spelling online. Yes, boo me all you want. Some stuff I can stand, like LOL, when your on a fast going forum. But when you have the time, it isn't right. In fact, I still have something against the term LOL. I prefer to write haha. It is one letter more, and it is proper English.

The things that really piss me off are plz, ur, u. The hell is that! On a comments page! That has to be the stupidest stuff ever. If your going to write a word, then write it! Don't give me any, 'Oh it's faster.' crap, just write it! The English language exists to be used, not mocked! Abbreviations are OK, because they do work. But respelling a word so that it is faster to type is just stupid! Yes faster to type, by what? A quarter second? And then people who actually know how to write can read it.

I can understand forum abbreviations, but purposely misspelling? On a thing where you have all the time in the world. Please, don't do this. It is stupid and only used by those who are too lazy to finish a word. Imagine a world where your favorite author wrote like that. You see what I'm saying. If not here is my reference.

Mic rn in da room. Polly turn. "Plz dnt lev Mic." sh syd. "Dnt wory. I wnt lev." syd Mic.

I was going to write more but my internal organs caught on fire because of it. Get the drift. So please guys. Write the way you were taught in school. You spend a good part of your day there, so you might as well pick something up.

Winners don't spell Nathaniel

Nthinel.

Enough about me.

Hello readers!

Today I have devised an evil scheme. I'm tired of writing only about myself. My master plan is about to be unveiled, but first something more about me. For a long time now, many people have suggested many possible careers that I would be good in. I'm going to show you a list, a list of the most frequent, or ones I can remember.

1. Lawyer
2. Preacher
3. Singer in a barber shop quartet
4. Philosopher

These are the only ones I can remember right now, but they are all true. But now, for the fun to begin. In the comments section I want you, the readers, to write down the career choices that have been suggested to you. Do not lie here, please, lying is wrong. I will then post a list of you and the possible career choices. I'm not saying do one of them, but I'm saying I want to hear them. This could turn out pretty funny too, so please write in, and I'll post it.

Vamps and Motorcycles.

This is pretty gory, so younguns look away. Basically this is something I wrote for an rp. Rp stands for role play. It's this thing where a bunch of people get together and make a huge story. The difference is that you get one character and post on what your character does. This rp is about a vampire apocalypse, and a post I did for my character, Kurt. Kurt is a vampire hunter who is trying to break into a vampire castle. He has an uber extreme motorcycle with guns that shoot stakes on the sides. This is a really intense post I did, and I wanted to show it to all of you. Note, I did not come up with this story. It was another user named zukocrazyfangirl. Enjoy!

Kurt needed a plan. If he was going down, it would be with a bang. He drove his bike across the open area to the castle. He hadn't been sighted, yet.

He needed a way up the wall, and he knew just how to do it. He drove up, and seconds before hitting the wall turned off the silent motor to give him more speed, and did a wheele. He began to drive up the wall. An alarm began to sound. Here they come. He thought. Meer moments later a groupe of five vampires came over the wall. Kurt removed his katana and dispatched of them easily. His clothes soaked with the blood sucked from others. I give you justice. He thought, as their bodies hit the ground with a thunk. Another vamp well backwards clumsily. Kurt impaled him on his sword.

He landed on the roof of the castle, only to have a barrage of arrows come towards him. The vamp on the sword yelled "Don't!" as he was used as a shield for the arrows. Kurt heafted the body off of his sword, and said. "My turn." and hit the trigger to fire off the stakes. His own barrage launched and all of the vampires screamed as a stakes went through them, and they crumpled onto the ground. Only one remained up, with a stake in his shoulder. "Ha you mis-" he tried to say, but his head parted from his body at Kurt's blade. "Your still dead." said Kurt, as he began to pant.

He heard more vamps coming up. He closed the wooden door, and took out some twine. He attached the twine to the end of a gernade. He took cover and counted as they came closer. Three, two, one.

Was that cool enough for you?

Don't kill

Nathaniel

Bunny and Skunk.

This is an improvised story that I came up with yesterday, for my four year old cousin Eva. No she is not the one to have just got married, that one was a boy and in his early twenties.

Once upon a time there was a rabbit named Bunny. He had a good friend named Skunk. They would play in the meadow, smell the flowers, chase each other, blow on dandelions. One day Skunk was bored.

"What should we do today Bunny?" he asked. "What we do every day silly head, play in the meadow." replied Bunny. "But that's not cool." said Skunk. Bunny gave him a questioning look. "What do you mean? We have fun doing it every day." said Bunny. "Yeah, and that's why we aren't popular. We need to do what the cool animals do." said Skunk. Bunny was a little bit disappointed. He liked playing in the meadow, it was fun. He enjoyed himself, and so did Skunk, so why did it matter what others thought. "We should just stay here. We don't need to be any more than this. Were happy doing what we do, so why waste our time with them." said Bunny. Skunk scowled at Bunny. "Fine but if you don't come I won't be your friend anymore." he said. Bunny didn't want to loose Skunk. "Fine, I'll come." said Bunny defeated.

Skunk and Bunny went to the river. There they saw Buffalo Jimmy, who was a mouse, no the cool mouse. Him and all his mouse buddies were hanging out by the river. Skunk and Bunny went over to him.

"Hey Buffalo Jimmy." said Skunk. "Watcha doin'?" he asked. "Eh not a lot. We were just about to jump into the river." he said. Bunny laughed thinking it was a joke. "What you laughing about Bunny?" asked Buffalo Jimmy. Bunny found that he wasn't joking and stopped laughing. "So can we join your river jumping?" asked Skunk. "Eh, why not." replied Buffalo Jimmy. Bunny grabbed Skunk. "Okay man. When you said hanging out, I thought you meant having a riveting discussion of a serious book while listening to jazz music." said Bunny to Skunk. "Do you want to be popular or not?" asked Skunk. "No you want to." said Bunny. "Still were going to do this." said Skunk. "No it's to dangerous. I'm leaving." said Bunny. "Fine then, I'm not your friend anymore." said Skunk. Bunny just kept walking.

Buffalo Jimmy, his mouse buddies, and Skunk jumped in the river for the entire afternoon. They jumped, and jumped. The next morning their bodies were found down stream. Bunny often thought that the same thing would have happened to him if he had jumped. He found a new friend called Squirrel. He had a family and a great life. He lived to be the nice age of ten (Not in bunny time. Correct me if I'm wrong for a good age.)

In the end Bunny was right, and Skunk was dead. And we all learn a valuable lesson. Just because cool people do it, doesn't mean it's good. Or Sal Esteem, beat Pierre Pressure.

Yell at me all you like, I still told it to a four year old girl.

She was all ears to

Nathaniel

It's back.

That's right, it's time for the return of.....

Philosophical Fun!

1. Your calling won't come and get you. You have to find it.

2. All that is reality is based upon what we can comprehend.

3. Sand in a desert will never stay in the same place forever.

4. As the world around us crumbles, we have to find the rare happy moments.

5. When the wind blows it makes waves on the ocean.

These are all serious philosophies for today, enjoy!

Fingers are used to point. Just ask

Nathaniel

I'm sorry guys.

Hey everybody. I know I've been gone for a while. I am really sorry. Last time I posted was at my cousin's wedding reception I believe. In any case I'm going to tell you about something I learned that day.

Don't poke fun, but it is my belief that marriage is like a PB and J sandwich. I know it sounds weird, and I did write it as my note to the bride and groom. And now it will be on a quilt of theirs for a really long time. Just hear me out.

Think of it like this. If you take the peanut butter and use it to represent the groom, or at the time single guy. And then the jam is the single girl. The time in between making the sandwich is the time that is considered dating. This is because your trying to decided on having just peanut butter, or jam. When you decide to have both is engagement. Preparation is the time in between the ceremony and engagement. After that, you put the bread together, which is the ceremony. After that comes your marriage. I won't go into detail there, but this is how I summarise. Two things come together to make something beautiful.

I know I'm a little too young to talk about marriage, but it was a spur of the moment that I wanted to share with all of you. Thank you for listening to my stupidity.

Mmmmm PB and J

Nathaniel