KingKoral

My version of http://randominkstudios.deviantart.com/gallery/27668929#/dto5aj So far it is unedited by the computer but i’m planning to colour/shade it on the computer.

It’s hot. Drinking Raro and can’t think. I’m sunburnt.

www.wearehunted.com – Great way to see what’s big at the monment with both mainstream and indie hits. it has lists of genres, ability to make playlists an a good search feature. It plays them easily and works its way down the list automaticly.

www.beemp3.com – A great place to test, remix and download music. It hasn’t given me any viruses yet, below average search system and slightly annoying to download from. It handily lists the top downloads so you can see what is popular at the moment.

www.beatlab.com – This will let you make music and share it. People can share sounds and you can use them to make your music. Easy to add and delete channels but if you have better editing software then use that.

audacity.sourceforge.net -

She was etheral. Even before, she had always been so vacant.

She was draped in melancholy and it weighted down her feather-light soul. Forgotten, but not gone, she drifts from moment to moment.

She was patchwork. Her safety blanket mended, hiding her scars. A scarecrow’s ghost, some sort of demented voodoo doll with marks of past grudges tainting her fragile form. She dangled from a thread as a puppet, dancing – but where was her master?

She was abandoned. Left with no purpose but to exist earthbound, longing for flight. Too flee, to fly, scared of the light and set for the skies. Shackled in stitches, bound by her own rules she is a prisoner in her own mind. This thin waif of a woman screaming silently for some sort of closure.

She was waiting. Waiting to die, waiting to live, waiting for waiting’s sake. Motheaten, she shrouded herself in mornful cloths and prayed that they would hold her together. A hibernation of sorts, though she thrived in the cold. She kept her icey heart in a glasscase, subject to shatter though no one dared touch it.

She was untouchable. A spirit, who could float through passers by and whisper her woes to those who would prick their ears yet never be held. Too brittle and hollow for human touch, she craved the very essence of what would be her undoing.

She was, and she wasn’t. Her existance; questionable at best. Seeing would not be believe because you simply wouldn’t see her.

www.quizlet.com - You can make or find things to help you study. It has features to make you writ out answers, hear them and type them and even tests with a combination of things. Also there are games like matching up questions and answers with a time leaderboard to try and beat. I’m using it to help with my classics at the moment but it has infomation on most school subjects.

www.studyit.org.nz - Specificity for NCEA this site has everything you need for it. From last year’s papers to a doom clock counting down to the start of exams. It is easy to navigate and and even has things like an encouragement page to make you feel better.
www.facebooklimiter.com – Self explanatory. Facebook takes up a lot of anyone’s time. This will let you stop yourself from using it at certain times and the software is free. The only issue is that it’s all on your own head whether you disable it or not. http://secretgeek.net/block_sites.asp is a better way to do it as facebook limiter can sometimes stop all of your internet.

www.sparknotes.com -Study and entertainment. A odd duo. It has random hits like the MSN start up page that tells you which celebrities are doing what but these are more study/student based. This site is a great way to finish an English report you haven’t read the books for. Check out No Fear Shakespeare on it for all your hard to read book woes.

www.cliffsnotes.com – Last but not least this site is sparknotes with less fun and more study. It has alot more resources to help you and in a wider range of subjects. You can even get booklets to flip through from them when ever you don’t have your trusty computer.

Oh and stay away from this post http://kingkoral.com/?p=79

During the holidays I went to a fantastic restaurant called Denny’s. For only $22 I managed to get a beef lasagne and a banana split desert. The lasagne was brilliant and came with garlic bread and a salad but i’m slightly bias as I love pasta. They have certain meals that let you get a dessert for only $5 so you can get the biggest best dessert for cheap. The
banana split was close to leaking over the bowl edge with all the sauces and ice cream it had. IT even had style with a classy cherry on top.

These websites will help kill boredom:
www.kongregate.com – This is a game website that lets you log in and collect points, cards and awards. This is ideal for you OCD “gotta collect them all” types and anyone competitive while letting the not so competitive feel like they are accomplishing something outside of a single game. The website has it’s own online TCG that you win cards for by playing the game.
www.iwastesomuchtime.com – Funny images to keep you amused and share with your friends for a shared laugh. Check out their “also by us” section for afew more funny sites.

www.mylifeisaverage.com/www.fmylife.com – Two sides of the same coin. One takes the normal and average of life and posts it online for all to marvel at while the other takes those “Ffffuuuuuuuu-” moments and lets us all laugh at them. I mean hey, who can really admit they don’t find other’s pain funny.
www.omegle.com – Once home to only perverts and paedophiles. It is cleaning itself up and adding new features. It now has text mode, video mode and spy mode. Text mode lets you talk to a random stranger anonymously and leave when ever you want. One of the newer features is that you can use your facebook (still anonymously) to find people with similar interests to you. Video mode is the same as text but now you can go on webcam. I avoid this mode because it is still perverted. Spy mode isn’t as perverted as you’d expect. It allows you to ask a question and then have two other strangers talk about your question while you watch. Hilarity ensues.
www.cleverbot.com – Why have friends when you could have a talking robot? This allows you to type things into the website and then the bot will use what other users have said to reply. It can work brilliantly or it can change subject randomly depending how out of normal you get. Try the Harry Potter Puppet Pals song on it.

Doing: Wesnoth
Hearing: Jimmy Eat World – Sweetness
Wants to Eat: Meatball Sub
Will Read: Zombies vs Unicorns

The horses’ steps clattered on the hard gravel road leading to the village, echoing through and around the thatched walls of the farm village slowly fading away into the emptiness of the twilight engulfed fields as it pulled the wagon down the road. The ripple of sound did however reach the ears of a dozing boy.

The boy shot up with a startle, the faint traces of light drifting across the sky as he had fallen asleep were now replaced by the stark purples, greys and blacks of twilight. His day had been long as he was seen by his village when it came to work, but still a boy when it came to chores . with the cool air of twilight and a hard days work under his belt he had drifted off.

His arms, to long for his boyish frame flung him over the wall, into a stumbling run as his feet found purchase on the hardened clay of the village path. He raced down side street and alley ways he had known his entire life and up a slight incline that gave him view of the main road leading to there small humble town.

He skidded down the last incline of the hill, constantly picking at the largest dirt patches and stains from assorted meals and stood at the edge of the road waiting as the wagon drew closer carried by the even steps of an old horse.

The boy pulled himself up and sat next to the man. The man gently tugged the reigns, prompting the horse forward reluctantly as he enjoyed the rest, knowing he would travel many more miles tomorrow, or if his fickle master asked it, tonight. The boy drew closer to the pile of grey cloth and a hat patched to many times to tell its original material all latched to a frame that many would call skeletal before considering human.

“So where’s the big boy that was always with you? Might have been dumb as an ox but mighty handy in a fight if I recall, that time with the other village boys right.” A curl of nostalgia reached the boys fight as he recalled the fight and, later his mother’s scolding as he nursed many a bruise. “He has to finish repairing a scarecrow he broke a few days ago,” the hint of a raised eyebrow appeared on the old man’s face, querying this strange sentence yet also knowing sometimes ignorance is bliss.

“Well you see, he was out of the field waiting for me to come around but I had to deliver…” An inpatient tapping and a blank level look told him to move on with his tale. “So he was expecting me, and in his defense it was early, he somehow managed to see one of their scarecrows flapping about in the wind which according to him looked like me waving, so he shouted and waved back at me but I… It didn’t move.”

“So why did he destroy a scarecrow, that was not only doing its job and looking lifelike but, looked like you?” His deep wise voice held more than a hint of confusion. “Well, he says the scarecrow wasn’t even facing him, and the wind had died down so he wasn’t flapping any more either, so he felt I was ignoring him and decided to tackle me…” After several moments of silence the old man finally gave in and his mouth arched into a smile, unleashing a wave of laughter that could be compared to old parchment being stretched, long after it had started its confinement in the town storerooms.

After several minutes of laughter, followed by several minutes of coughing the old man resumed his usual stoic demeanour and finally said, “I still don’t see how a family that large, strong and as stupid as a ox needs scarecrows to keep bird’s away anyhow!” Another grin spread across his face “But don’t you dare tell them, because that’s one fight I would rather not get into.”

“But couldn’t you just destroy them in a instant with fire, or maybe a lightning bolt? In fact where have you been? Did you kill any dragons” Or maybe a witch?” The earlier facades of uninterest and maturity vanished and boyhood curiosity took its place.

“Fight a dragon? They’ve been dead for hundreds of years, and besides who would want to see a battle between dusty old spell-casters like me?” He had a air of mock surprise and if the boy wasn’t so excited he would of seen himself being lead into a conversation far from his original point. “But you would both do such wondrous things, like fly or call lightning!” The boys eye’s glazed over as battle upon battle ran through his head. Now you want me to fly AND summon lightning? Now wouldn’t you think being in the air at the same time as lightning would be a bad idea? And what of any towns or my comrades in the area?” He said this all in a matter of fact tone, hiding his amusement as the boy struggled for answers.

“Well why would you need comrades? I mean if you can shoot fire from your hands and such then why?” The wizard gazed into the darkness, leaving the boy’s mind hungry for answers. “Well if you had studied the arcane arts for years, your bones weak from age and hours spent in the dark, would you fight someone with the same powers, who could destroy you in a instant the same way you could destroy them? Or risk some peasant with a stick bludgeoning you in the back of the head?”

The boy looked down thinking of a response, the wizard let this sink in before continuing, “All magi have a unwritten agreement to attack or help our large blobs of meat, wrapped in metal and holding sharp sticks before facing each other, this helps stop the instant destruction and even if you ‘friend’ dies from some stupid mistake, wasting all those magic wards you set upon him, there is still a chance for retreat. In fact if you feel the need you can come back later with a bigger and stronger ‘friend’ and try again.”

“That doesn’t seem very honourable…” His eyes faded slightly as he was robbed of his image of fearless, honourable magi. “What is honour?” The wizard said, his mouth curved into a smile as the boy was drawn along on strings. “Honour is… It’s standing your ground even when you may die!” The boy almost shouted, eyes rekindled. “So if I stood my ground against a peasant with a stick, who may kill me and fried him with a bolt of lightning it’s honourable?” The mage almost smiled as the boy was frustrated as his words betrayed him.

“Honour is fighting for what you believe in and never giving up!” The boy said again seeing no fault in this new declaration. “Does the thief that murdered a kind king and stealing his jewels and being chased through the streets and finally being cornered in a alley, then forced to fight the guards because he knows he will be executed and still believes he has done right in his life, is he honourable?”

The boy stuttered at his infallible words turning against him, he stared blankly at his feet until the wizard finally spoke again, “I will be travelling on tonight, this is the edge of the village so now I must bid you farewell.” The flare of his words had returned but fell on a almost deaf ear as the boy struggled to define honour, once again the wizard spoke “Now next time I come I want you to tell me what honour is and truly mean it, or else you will become my apprentice.” The mage’s smile was concealed in the darkening light, lit only by the quarter moon.

The boy slid off the cart, already deep in thought. He stopped and said finally “And what if you cannot refute my definition of honour?” he looked over his shoulder at a empty road, no carriage or horse in sight even as a voice, almost a echo came to him “Then I shall be your apprentice and we shall both be fools wrapped in steel!”

The boy’s eyes searched around the already dark town for the source of the voice, a neigh and nostalgic laughter was all he found before walking back to his home deep in thought.