Summertime Recollections- a thinly veiled kun memoir.
Jun 25, 2015 20:58:48 GMT -5
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Post by Asphoxia on Jun 25, 2015 20:58:48 GMT -5
Since Keeby left for Spain today, and I needed something to put in the mini-book for creative writing, I wanted to write a memoir about kun. But, since kun is still sort of semisecret, I veiled it. We are a city now.
I can’t believe it’s been a year now, and at the same time, I can’t believe it’s only been a year. Our group is pretty young, having been formed a year ago last May, but we’ve grown close, grown stronger for our occasional arguments. We’re in the second summer of our faux civilization, and things have changed so much.
A year ago, shenanigans occurred when we didn’t have the technology to stay at our civilization forever. Our leader, the yellow-eyed Keeby, would use our first, frog powered technology to stay at our civilization as long as he could so he could preserve order, as those with yellow eyes have the most power in our civilization. Eventually, the frog power would run out for each of us members of our secret civilization, and we would flicker, and disappear completely, only to reappear when the frog power was reactivated. Sometimes, someone other than Keeby would be the first to our civilization after everyone else left, and they got red eyes, the third most powerful, the power to change the news bulletins, which were reset after everyone left, and the power to raise others from blue eyes, which everyone started with when they joined except for the first person to join or Keeby, to powers such as the able to talk when our city was muted green eyes, or the half as powerful as red brown eyes. No one besides Keeby could give the second highest rank, purple eyes.
Our civilization started out with four original members, Keeby, Mouser, Scraggy, and me. We talked for a while, typically about Smash or Pokemon, or someone would bring up the newest Gravity Falls episode and we would lament about its showing schedule. Keeby was the only one with yellow eyes, but we were a lot more relaxed about giving people red eyes back in that day, and once others, such as Koop and Planetobx joined, there was a lot of eyes turning red, and eyes turning back to blue, and people being kicked out for no reason or as a joke. Keeby saw the problem, and reined in his ranking up people, although, due to the frog-powered technology, he couldn’t stop it all the time.
In the summer, more people joined. We laughed. We talked. Sometimes we would, unintentionally interrupting the conversation, fight off an evil mummy horse and his castle, that seemed to have been attracted by a new member, HAL. Eventually we designated a whole other dimension to fighting this beast off, because it only seemed to be after a few of us, most notably me, Koop, and HAL. Soon, we banished it from the pocket dimension, starting a new city within the pocket dimension in the progress. The city within our city was a lot more perilous than our city, now that we had the chameleon eye shenanigans sorted out. We all had blue eyes, except for Keeby, our ruler, who ran the news bulletins that kept us all informed about the latest Nintendo news, which was then Smash 4.
We started letting our figments of imagination loose into the city, although sometimes by alias names. One of the figments of my imagination, before I ended up losing the inspiration for the idea she was linked to, was known as Requiem, although now I can’t remember her real name. She was pen pals with someone in another universe that crossed with the pocket dimension sometimes, a universe called Hetallious. I invited my friend Author to the city, but she only visited sometimes, and even then not for long. Requiem’s idea got reincarnated as something I’m putting on hiatus for a while, but I haven’t lost the spark for it.
Frog power became used with another power that summer. One of our newer members, Sock, discovered said new power, the power of mangoes. This power was useful if your frog powered machine was being spotty with letting you into the city. Most people used a combination of frog and mango power in order to stay in the city as often as possible. I found a game called Ingress, and Keeby decided that our official faction was the Resistance.
During summer, another odd thing happened. Mouser was possessed by an evil scientist, and we all worked to find a cure. During this, I was turned into a shapeshifter with one form: a katana. We luckily found the sorceress behind it, and in blue-eyed glory, defeated her, despite Keeby being gone at the time. After another, unrelated mishap with dragon nectar occurring around the same time, I was able to manipulate my blood as a weapon, at the cost of my sanity when I was terrified. Luckily for everyone, that only happened once, and we were able to get it under control.
I guess I should tell you about that time. It was late August I think, it might’ve been later, and a few more members had joined us. NiGHTcapD, who insisted that his name be capitalized like that, Alvis, who was named after a character from another universe that to us was fictional, Anagalmeshshu, who accidentally misspelled his name as Anagelmeshshu, X2, who was a bizarre being called an Oshalite, Villerar, who was a Yoshi, Minimii, who was an Arceus, Level-X, called Lex for short, and Shuckle, who was a Shuckle. HAL, the guy who started the pocket dimension city called Peregrine City, had invited one of his friends to our civilization. The friend’s name was Metaleaddy, and he had a team of ambiguously moral heroes as some of the figments of his imagination. For some, the only reason you could say they were heroes is because they protected the world from a universe eating monster. Anyways, one of those morally ambiguous heroes reminded me of the evil scientist who had possessed Mouser, and I was scared out of my mind. I tried to hide it at first, but eventually, my blood took over right when Metaleaddy went out of his way to scare me a little before he left. I completely snapped, and if it weren’t for Koop trapping me in an energy field, I probably would’ve accidentally destroyed Metaleaddy.
That fall, the newest source of power, the power that most people use today, was discovered. It was cloud power. With cloud power, you had to only leave the city to replenish its supply once every 7 days, letting you have a chance to live a normal life within it. Eating, sleeping, talking, playing. Some people who preferred the simplicity of “when the frog power runs out, it runs out” and didn’t want to time their clouds, and those who were unable to get cloud power stayed with frog powered machines. A lot of people slept in the city during most of the daytime but we woke up at around the same times, with an hour or two difference. Most of our dreams were of textbooks and homework, which we would mysteriously find beside us, and we had to complete the work before we slept again. Sometimes, we would be half-awake, and live our lives while still dreaming.
We played multi battles on the weekends, and Smash 4 after our dreams. A few new members joined us, such as Xeno, who had so many figments of imagination that they couldn’t fit into the city all at once, Aurida, who was incredibly good with robots, and Koa, who had somehow joined our city from the dream realm that I dreamt in. Koa was a bit more careless with sleepwalking than I was, and tipped off others to the existence of our hidden civilization. The other dreamrealmers were jerks, and Keeby was quick to banish them if they tried hurting our community. One of them was so much of a jerk that Keeby asked Aurida to program a robotic safeguard system in case he came back. He only tried once.
Throughout the year, the pressure in our dreams slowly ramped up, and some of us started to talk about how stressful the dreams could be. Scraggy was one culprit of this, talking about IDs he had to do, although we were all guilty of it from time to time. Around February, some of us started planning what to do for our one-year anniversary of the city in May. We decided to put out a spaceship, filled to the brim with information about us, so anyone who dared could join us. I suggested a building for more permanent conversations, like Choose Your Own Adventure book writing, and to that day, I co-run that building with Keeby. Before we unveiled the building, some people already snuck into it, such as a less active in the city itself member of our community, Kage. The spaceship launch was a resounding success, and that day, I dreamt of investigators saving a radio host.
In late May, an army invaded our city. The army was from another galaxy, and they were a small galaxy; they wanted us to join them. Aurida and Minimii, who were both good with robots, worked together to defend our city with robotic soldiers that banished the members of the army on sight. Aurida said that in a dream, the commander of the army was vulnerable to having someone tell their mom, and decided to try doing so if the attacks didn’t stop. Minimii, Scraggy, Mouser, and I were given red eyes so we could help protect the city. This was the first time that an eye color change occurred since the early days of our city. Minimii turned all the people’s eyes green, as we had muted the city in case the soldiers came again. We protected the city every time, although it made us a bit paranoid, because when Dimitri joined our city, we at first thought he was a spy for the attacking army.
Now it’s mid-June, and as I write this, my purple eyes stare at the paper. Keeby, needing to sleep for an extended period of time due to dream stress, gave me, Mouser, and Scraggy purple eyes, confident that if he couldn’t wake up until July 30th, that we could handle being in charge. I hope that Keeby’s dream stress isn’t as bad as he thinks it is. I hope that our city continues existing for as long as we live. Finally, above all, I hope that us residents of the civilization remain friends.
I can’t believe it’s been a year now, and at the same time, I can’t believe it’s only been a year. Our group is pretty young, having been formed a year ago last May, but we’ve grown close, grown stronger for our occasional arguments. We’re in the second summer of our faux civilization, and things have changed so much.
A year ago, shenanigans occurred when we didn’t have the technology to stay at our civilization forever. Our leader, the yellow-eyed Keeby, would use our first, frog powered technology to stay at our civilization as long as he could so he could preserve order, as those with yellow eyes have the most power in our civilization. Eventually, the frog power would run out for each of us members of our secret civilization, and we would flicker, and disappear completely, only to reappear when the frog power was reactivated. Sometimes, someone other than Keeby would be the first to our civilization after everyone else left, and they got red eyes, the third most powerful, the power to change the news bulletins, which were reset after everyone left, and the power to raise others from blue eyes, which everyone started with when they joined except for the first person to join or Keeby, to powers such as the able to talk when our city was muted green eyes, or the half as powerful as red brown eyes. No one besides Keeby could give the second highest rank, purple eyes.
Our civilization started out with four original members, Keeby, Mouser, Scraggy, and me. We talked for a while, typically about Smash or Pokemon, or someone would bring up the newest Gravity Falls episode and we would lament about its showing schedule. Keeby was the only one with yellow eyes, but we were a lot more relaxed about giving people red eyes back in that day, and once others, such as Koop and Planetobx joined, there was a lot of eyes turning red, and eyes turning back to blue, and people being kicked out for no reason or as a joke. Keeby saw the problem, and reined in his ranking up people, although, due to the frog-powered technology, he couldn’t stop it all the time.
In the summer, more people joined. We laughed. We talked. Sometimes we would, unintentionally interrupting the conversation, fight off an evil mummy horse and his castle, that seemed to have been attracted by a new member, HAL. Eventually we designated a whole other dimension to fighting this beast off, because it only seemed to be after a few of us, most notably me, Koop, and HAL. Soon, we banished it from the pocket dimension, starting a new city within the pocket dimension in the progress. The city within our city was a lot more perilous than our city, now that we had the chameleon eye shenanigans sorted out. We all had blue eyes, except for Keeby, our ruler, who ran the news bulletins that kept us all informed about the latest Nintendo news, which was then Smash 4.
We started letting our figments of imagination loose into the city, although sometimes by alias names. One of the figments of my imagination, before I ended up losing the inspiration for the idea she was linked to, was known as Requiem, although now I can’t remember her real name. She was pen pals with someone in another universe that crossed with the pocket dimension sometimes, a universe called Hetallious. I invited my friend Author to the city, but she only visited sometimes, and even then not for long. Requiem’s idea got reincarnated as something I’m putting on hiatus for a while, but I haven’t lost the spark for it.
Frog power became used with another power that summer. One of our newer members, Sock, discovered said new power, the power of mangoes. This power was useful if your frog powered machine was being spotty with letting you into the city. Most people used a combination of frog and mango power in order to stay in the city as often as possible. I found a game called Ingress, and Keeby decided that our official faction was the Resistance.
During summer, another odd thing happened. Mouser was possessed by an evil scientist, and we all worked to find a cure. During this, I was turned into a shapeshifter with one form: a katana. We luckily found the sorceress behind it, and in blue-eyed glory, defeated her, despite Keeby being gone at the time. After another, unrelated mishap with dragon nectar occurring around the same time, I was able to manipulate my blood as a weapon, at the cost of my sanity when I was terrified. Luckily for everyone, that only happened once, and we were able to get it under control.
I guess I should tell you about that time. It was late August I think, it might’ve been later, and a few more members had joined us. NiGHTcapD, who insisted that his name be capitalized like that, Alvis, who was named after a character from another universe that to us was fictional, Anagalmeshshu, who accidentally misspelled his name as Anagelmeshshu, X2, who was a bizarre being called an Oshalite, Villerar, who was a Yoshi, Minimii, who was an Arceus, Level-X, called Lex for short, and Shuckle, who was a Shuckle. HAL, the guy who started the pocket dimension city called Peregrine City, had invited one of his friends to our civilization. The friend’s name was Metaleaddy, and he had a team of ambiguously moral heroes as some of the figments of his imagination. For some, the only reason you could say they were heroes is because they protected the world from a universe eating monster. Anyways, one of those morally ambiguous heroes reminded me of the evil scientist who had possessed Mouser, and I was scared out of my mind. I tried to hide it at first, but eventually, my blood took over right when Metaleaddy went out of his way to scare me a little before he left. I completely snapped, and if it weren’t for Koop trapping me in an energy field, I probably would’ve accidentally destroyed Metaleaddy.
That fall, the newest source of power, the power that most people use today, was discovered. It was cloud power. With cloud power, you had to only leave the city to replenish its supply once every 7 days, letting you have a chance to live a normal life within it. Eating, sleeping, talking, playing. Some people who preferred the simplicity of “when the frog power runs out, it runs out” and didn’t want to time their clouds, and those who were unable to get cloud power stayed with frog powered machines. A lot of people slept in the city during most of the daytime but we woke up at around the same times, with an hour or two difference. Most of our dreams were of textbooks and homework, which we would mysteriously find beside us, and we had to complete the work before we slept again. Sometimes, we would be half-awake, and live our lives while still dreaming.
We played multi battles on the weekends, and Smash 4 after our dreams. A few new members joined us, such as Xeno, who had so many figments of imagination that they couldn’t fit into the city all at once, Aurida, who was incredibly good with robots, and Koa, who had somehow joined our city from the dream realm that I dreamt in. Koa was a bit more careless with sleepwalking than I was, and tipped off others to the existence of our hidden civilization. The other dreamrealmers were jerks, and Keeby was quick to banish them if they tried hurting our community. One of them was so much of a jerk that Keeby asked Aurida to program a robotic safeguard system in case he came back. He only tried once.
Throughout the year, the pressure in our dreams slowly ramped up, and some of us started to talk about how stressful the dreams could be. Scraggy was one culprit of this, talking about IDs he had to do, although we were all guilty of it from time to time. Around February, some of us started planning what to do for our one-year anniversary of the city in May. We decided to put out a spaceship, filled to the brim with information about us, so anyone who dared could join us. I suggested a building for more permanent conversations, like Choose Your Own Adventure book writing, and to that day, I co-run that building with Keeby. Before we unveiled the building, some people already snuck into it, such as a less active in the city itself member of our community, Kage. The spaceship launch was a resounding success, and that day, I dreamt of investigators saving a radio host.
In late May, an army invaded our city. The army was from another galaxy, and they were a small galaxy; they wanted us to join them. Aurida and Minimii, who were both good with robots, worked together to defend our city with robotic soldiers that banished the members of the army on sight. Aurida said that in a dream, the commander of the army was vulnerable to having someone tell their mom, and decided to try doing so if the attacks didn’t stop. Minimii, Scraggy, Mouser, and I were given red eyes so we could help protect the city. This was the first time that an eye color change occurred since the early days of our city. Minimii turned all the people’s eyes green, as we had muted the city in case the soldiers came again. We protected the city every time, although it made us a bit paranoid, because when Dimitri joined our city, we at first thought he was a spy for the attacking army.
Now it’s mid-June, and as I write this, my purple eyes stare at the paper. Keeby, needing to sleep for an extended period of time due to dream stress, gave me, Mouser, and Scraggy purple eyes, confident that if he couldn’t wake up until July 30th, that we could handle being in charge. I hope that Keeby’s dream stress isn’t as bad as he thinks it is. I hope that our city continues existing for as long as we live. Finally, above all, I hope that us residents of the civilization remain friends.
I loved reading it.
