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I'm sitting in the library during my study hall, and my Accounting 2 class started this stock market competition at wisconsinsms.com, and I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Brent is explaining it to me, but I think that I'm just bad at it. Maybe if I'd done this before I would have a little bit more of a grasp of what is going on... but at the moment, I am pretty lost.

Hmm, its been a while since I've written a blog. What has happened since last time? Well, Sunday was football at church; that was pretty awesome, except for the part where I got a bloody nose on the last play. I guess that is kinda awesome anyway, though. I always felt out of the loop because I had never had a bloody nose... and now I know what it feels like, and I can say "Yes, I've had a bloody nose before." I also feel really out of the loop because I have never broken a bone before, but I really don't want to be in that loop. I am sure one day membership of the broken bone group will be forced on me, but I will try as hard as possible to remain an outsider.

Not much of significance has happened since then, but tonight I am going to my sister's Cross Country meet. Fun Fun.

Mom's May Sometimes Become Demon-Possessed.

By Jonny K

Sometimes I think that parents, or in this case, especially mothers can become demon-possessed at the oddest of times. The most common is when I'm already getting a talking to and the phone rings. Is this just my house or does this happen to anyone else? "Zachary Jon Krueger! If I have to tell you one more time I'll...*phone rings, phone rings* "Hello...oh hi...yes my day is terrific...sure I'd love to go to....why yes he's right here...no he can't talk right now." I just think its amazing how fast mom's can change moods to talk to people they are not mad at. Wouldn't it be kind of destructive, however, if they didnt' change from pure evil to a sweet tone when the phone rings? its like "...and you go to your room and think about what..*phone rings. phone ri--* "Hello!? What do you want!? What is that supposed to mean?! Well obviously I want half cheese and half pepperoni...yeah he'll pick it up in 15 minutes, and you better have it ready." Poor pizza boy.

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Things to do before (or while) I die.

By Goo

Written 8/24/06

Yesterday a friend of mine was going to take me rock climbing, but we got stormed out (hardcore thunderstorms, tornado warnings, hail ... and other such stuff). I was hoping to be able to check rock climbing off the "things I want to do before I die" list (or, in my case, while I die doing those things that I really want to do.)


Things to do before (or while) I die:

1. Go sky diving
2. Go bungie jumping
3. Go rock climbing
4. Learn to BASE Jump and do it
5. BASE on skis
6. Get married
7. Lead someone to Christ
8. Mountainboard real mountains
9. Throw a 360 on skis
10. Do some lift served mountainboarding
11. Get into whitewater kayaking hardcore
12. Do a lot more wakeboarding
13. Ski all year long

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Gnarly Crap

By Goo

Written 8/19/06

Well, well. It's late and I should be hitting the sack, but I'm up trying to write something.

Well my 50th day of mountainboarding this year was definetly one of the best so far. As I noted yesterday, I found where all the good stuff was hiding at Memorial.

So today, started out easy and worked my way up on the big hills we found yesterday, and then I started hitting gnarly crap.

First up was the drop section. I kinda cleared out a small in-run to the first four foot drop which led to a small right hand bermed corner. Right after the berm sit 3 small rollers and a little straight away to the final six foot drop (at which time you're going pretty stinking fast so you just launch off of it.) Pretty stinking fun section.

After that I hit this dirt jump for a while. That was the first dirt jump I have ever ridden, and it was pretty fun.

Finally I finished up by riding this interesting little gully, and then we pulled out due to gnawing hunger.

All in all, an excellent time out riding.

Related articles: read them in chronological order so they make sense! This is 3 of 4. Click for the culmination of this series of articles, which is all the footage from this day of riding (and a few other previous days) in the "A few days out riding" mountainboarding video.

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Big Words

By Goo

Written: 8/18/06

I just wrote and posted a Randomer piece. Lately, I've been doing most of my writing and stuff late at night. (Actuially, not really stuff what I mean is writing.) I think my mind just randomly gets overtly active at this time of the night.

I should really try to increase my vocabulary. Not that I mean I swear a lot, but that using biggish words is fun. I would really like to know more because you sound really smart when you use big words and I like sounding smart. Actually, I'm not sure that I do, (like sounding smart) but if/when I use big words correctly, I really impress myself and impressing myself is not an exceptionally easy thing to do.

Oh yes so now for what I set out to write. I was just thinking that it would be sweet to pubish a book (my grandma told me I should and I was like "yeah right.") But I decided that I am not very good at writing fiction, and when I do I can't/wouldn't be able to stay focused long enough to write a whole novel anyways so it'd pretty much have to be nonfiction, much like the last Andrew Schwab book I read, Insert title here (I can't think of it at the moment.) But yeah it was just a load of thought provoking or generally dumbfounding randomness.

Dang it's late; I should go to sleep.

Related articles: read them in chronological order so they make sense! This is 2 of 4. Click for next article.

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Mountainbike-tastic

By: Goo

Written: 8/18/06

Well, today was a land mark day in Goo's world of mountainbiking. Yes, I said mountianbiking. I went mountainbiking today, and it was the first time that I have ever really ridden single track at a place other than Levis Mound. Today I was riding at Memorial Park in Red Wing, and it was intense! Most of the trails weren't all that technical, but some of the features built into them were hardcore! Big 5 foot drops, 4 foot tall lips on jumps, some rollers, berms, some gnarly bridges, and this sweet teeter-totter that I actually did (my brother as a witness). I didn't hit any of the jumps because I have like 0 jumping experience on a bike, but tomorrow we're going back and I'm gonna board all of it and my little bro will take some killer footage.

Oh yeah, we finally found where all the massive hills were hiding whilst we were mountainbiking, but they turned out to be on the oposite end of the park. Fortunately, though, they all run down to like a golf course, and we will probably be able to park in the parking lot so the hike shouldn't be too bad! And I'll hit up the drops, berms, and jumps... Some of them look absolutely hardcore! It should be like nothing I have ever done on a mountainboard before. I can't wait. Hopefully I don't wreck myself up too bad. But some of that stuff looks intense! My bro should be able to get some killer footage, so look for it up here sometime in the not too distant future.

Related articles: read them in chronological order so they make sense! This is 1 of 4. Click for next article.

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If I was to write a Blog, This is what it would say.

By Goo

A little update on the life of Goo.

You know, I do have a blog... a myspace blog... and I do sometimes post things in it. But mostly they are Randomer updates. And no one reads it. And I'm not really into blog writing, although I think I would be if I didn't have Randomer. But Randomer is much cooler and more professional. And I don't usually just write about Random nothingness that has occured in my life. Oh wait, never mind, I do. But it is quite different from a blog. Usually, I feel like writing a blog and detailing every thing I have done in my day every day would be a little... how should I put it... exposing? to say the least. I don't want to tell you what I've been doing. If you really want to know, you can email me and ask me yourself. I was thinking this morning (or it may have been last night) that I could kinda do a blog on the news page and have it be a news/blog page. Because if I did blog in a blog, I would like it to be on Randomer... and as of now that's the only place it would fit. I could always make a new section, though. So if i was to write post a blog today, this is what it would more or less say.

A lot has been going on in the life of Goo, which coincidentally happens to be my life as I am Goo.

Now that we have that confession out of the way, I've been up to both a lot, and not much at all. The not much at all part is basically not much mountainboarding at all, not much hanging out with friends at all, not much of anything in any of those categories. I have really wanted to mountainboard more lately, but it has been way to stinking hot out. Plus, I work 8 hours a day in the heat, and I usually want to relax at night

And that's the a lot: work. I've been working A LOT.

Now mountainboarding. I was thinking about going for a sunrise mountainboarding session tomorrow morning, but I might be having a couple of friends staying over night, and my friends aren't very early risers... if we're talking 5 o'clock early type getting up time. But I really want to go riding, and I really want to do more filming of good riding and good riding locations because I want to enter a video in the Ground Industries Peep Show Video Contest. You'll probably hear more about that in the future.

But as far as physical exercise outside of work, there hasn't been much except for a little biking.

Speaking of biking, this past Wednessday was sweet. I worked an 8 hour day shoveling woodchips, that was pretty intense. I came home from work, ate supper, and decided to go for a bike ride. It is 4 and a half miles from my house to Levis Mound, and I've been wanting to try biking there, riding single track, and biking back. So I did just that. I biked a 4.5 mile warmup, and when I got to Levis, I biked for quite a while (most of it climbing the mounds) and then I rode 4.5 miles back... all this after an 8 hour day of work. It was pretty intense. The whole ride lasted an hour and forty minutes. It was sweet... a really good workout.

This past Monday I bought a car. That's right I BOUGHT A CAR! Finally! I've been waiting for a very long time to buy one... and I finally did.
The details:
Price: $2,400
Year: 1997
Make: Pontiac
Model: Grand Prix
Mileage: 182,000
Engine Size: 3.8L V6
Color: Dark Green
Oh yeah and its a 2 door coupe.
It was in very good condition, the only major mechanical defect being that the passenger side window won't roll down. But I've got working air... so HAH! The interior is excellent, not a scratsch. There were 2 small rust spots on the exterior, but nothing big. The only concern I had about buying it was that it had 180K on it. But the long and short of it is, I bought it, and it is sweet! I love it... yeah I am still super pumped and its almost a week later! Well, not quite a week. But it is great! I'll be sure to post a picture of it up sooner or later.

What else is there... not much.

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Magnetic Camel Saddles

A Sahara News Broadcast

By Goo

THIS JUST IN:

Travel across the Sahara desert is currently being revolutionized by the newest camel saddle on the market: the magnetic camel saddle. Invented several years ago by a man named Adz who hails from the United Kingdom, the magnetic camel saddle or MCS has many unique properties that desert travelers find appealing.

But first, how it works.

Camels can drink and hold a great deal of water, and it is held in the humps on their backs. But, what Mr. Adz discovered was that the iron concentration in the water that they drink is staggeringly high. One day, he was chilling out in an oasis in the Sahara desert and decided “Hey, wouldn’t it be sweet if I stuck a refrigerator magnet to my camels hump?” So he did. And it looked sweet.

The MCS is basically a saddle with a bunch of magnets that sticks to the hump of the camel. Why is it useful? Instead of having to reach under your camel’s dirty belly to cinch up the saddle, all you have to do is drop it right on top of him. You can even put it on if your camel is lying down, due to the fact that it has no bottom cinch. And when you want to take it off, you just pull down and to the side and it slides right off the hump. Nothing too it! So be sure to stop in at the Sahara Saddle & Turban shop to get yours today!

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Archive by Topic

The Official Launch of the "Archive by Topic" Pages.

By: Goo.

This little blurb is being written to highlight the official release of the first "Archive by Topic" page. The first one is (drum roll please) "Mountainboarding." Don't tell me you didn't see that coming. Mountainboarding is the natural choice because

A: The majority of Randomer material deals with mountainboarding.
B: It is the only one done.
C: It is the only one started

It is also my intention that all of the Archive by topic pages be visitable by a direct external link. So it'll be:
www.randomer.sphosting.com/[insert name of topic here]
So for the mountainboarding one, it is:
www.randomer.sphosting.com/mountainboarding

Oh yes, I almost forgot, the main access point for these pages will be from the archive page. As you well know, you can visit the Archive page by clicking on the link to the left. If you go there, you will notice that all the "Archive by Topic's" are at the top, and that the normal "Comprehensive Archive" is below that. (The comprehensive archive will continue to be updated monthly.

Feel free to post any feedback about this website update.

P.S.
The next archive by topic section will probably have something to do with all the fictitious stories published on Randomer.

The Future

By Goo

5-12-06

I’m writing to tell you the path computers will take in the future, at least as it relates to schools and students.

In the immediate future, students (and even adults) will carry around some sort of external hard drive, with at least a terabyte of capacity with them wherever they go. Prior to this everyone will have been carrying laptops around highschools, but people will have realized how impractical it is to carry a laptop to all your classes, to the public library after school, maybe to work, and then home, to your friends house... No, it just won’t be convenient. So they will all take to carrying a terabit hard drive with them wherever they go. For highschoolers, the computers will be built straight into the desks. But they won’t have anything on them. Instead, the student will plug in their external harddrive, and all the students files, programs, and even their operating system of choice will automatically boot off of their hard drive. The only storage built into the actual computers will be just enough to house the program that boots the hard drive, and the rest will be RAM. It is even possible, probably probable, that the students will just be able to keep their HD’s in their pockets, and then just flick a switch to “transmit,” so that it transmits wirelessly from their pocket. Then, they’ll boot up the computer, choose from a list of nearby hard drives the one that is theirs, and log in with a user name and password. This will effectively eliminate the need to have to plug it in each time. You could just keep it in your wallet or something, and go from computer to computer with out even thinking about it!

Of course, this is before everything goes holographic. Once that happens, this will all be obsolete.

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Thoughts from a cliff top

Thoughts From a Cliff Top


By Goo

5-5-06

Well here I am, taking a break from mountainboarding and sitting on top of a good sized cliff. The clouds cleared up pretty good about 15 minutes ago, and now the sun's just a blazing down.

I love mountainboarding. You can go from adrenaline pumping action to relative solitude in seconds. If it wasn't for all the noise from highway 95, it would be like totally quiet.

But it isn't.

No wonder my fear of heights has diminished so much over the years. I do random stuff like this all the time. I've kinda confronted my fears and overcome them.

For a bit there I was just lying down with my head over the edge. That felt cool. Mainly, because this a big ole cliff, and most of the section that I am sitting on juts out away from the main cliff. So if you look over the edge, you can't see the bottom of the cliff. It's pretty eerie. But an extremely cool feeling.

I wonder if I should go back to riding? Nah, its just perfect up here! Yeah, the clouds are really dispersing nicely, now. It was so gloomy when I got out here!

Ha! The clouds are just about right to make cloud shadows. You know what I'm talking about: when you can look out over the landscape and see darkened areas where the clouds are blocking out most of the sunlight. Hey! There's a big one right next to me!

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Hello Shadow (old)

Hello Shadow

Taken By Goo



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Turkey Vulture (old)

A Hawk

Taken By Goo



This is a shot I took of a hawk soaring over Levis Mound whilst I was mountainboarding.

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Why Aren’t There More Mountainboarders?

By Goo

Written 4-23-06

I cannot understand why there aren’t more mountainboarders in this world. I mean, to me, its just such an appealing sport. You challenge yourself continually by trying new runs and tricks and such, and when you succeed, you receive such a gratifying surge of satisfaction that there is nothing that I can relate to you that will effectively translate the feeling in words unless you have mountainboarded before. (Its really neat, because you don’t even have to be good to get that feeling. Just bettering yourself is awesome!) And, to top that off, there is the thrill of speed and/or the thrill of weightlessness, coupled with the possibility of serious bodily injury at any moment! It is such a rush!

But maybe some people don’t get pleasure from that type of thing, I don’t know, because otherwise there would be tons more riders all over the place!

I think the biggest reason that there aren’t loads of mountainboarders ripping around all over the place is because I’m just weird. (Well, not just because I’m weird... more like every mountainboarder.) I guess I (mountainboarders) must be weird to get a kick out of intentionally throwing myself in harm’s way. I’ve heard the term “Adrenaline Junky” used to characterize such people as myself. Maybe that’s just it, maybe I’m an adrenaline addict, and like no one else is. Yeah, that kinda makes sense, because the massive bunch of drug addicts outweigh the adrenaline addicts by a ton. But what do you do with the stoners who are adrenaline junkies, too? Wow, now we have a quandry. Sounds like laundry. Oh well, move on. Maybe not move on, because I’m pretty much done and wrapped up. Hoorah!

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About Randomer

By Gregory Heil

4-20-06

Note: This was written as the intro for the "Randomer "In Print" Volume 1" publication.

You may have just pulled this publication out of your mail box and gone “Hey, this is from Greg Heil! But what the heck is Randomer? I remember when he used to publish the Clark County Gazette, but that was ages ago.” Well let me tell you that all of your questions will be paired with answers in just a short bit.

Now, to get everyone on the same page:
In case you did not know, for quite a few years when I was a kid, I published a “newspaper” of sorts which was basically comprised of my writings and other random stuff. Well, I eventually kinda grew out of that stage, and pretty much stopped writing altogether. I think it happened about the time I started going to public school, which may have been to blame. Yeah let’s blame the rotten public school system, hoorah! (I wonder how many teachers are going to read this. That will be a laugh!) Well my life changed dramatically, a lot for the better, some for the worse, who can tell. But anyhow I arrived in English class last year. That is where the beginnings of the idea of Randomer first started forming in a dark recess in the back of my skull, but it took a while to become something. Basically, Mr. Worachek and his stringent rules/guidelines pissed the living hell out of me. It makes me really mad, really really mad, when someone tells me how and how not to write. But for the moment I was just really pissed off at English class. Then, in American History and Biology, we did this project on the Monkey trials of 1920 something, which was basically a whole evolution deally bob. Anyhow, there were several different roles you could do, and one was journalist. I was like “Hey, I know how to do that, that’ll be easy, I’ll shoot for that.” So I decided to do a special edition of the Clark County Gazette for this school project, and it was mostly rubbish articles about the mock up trial etc. etc. But, there were some articles outlining the past of the CCG, and some of the views that I have expressed earlier in this massive paragraph. Now we are getting really hot, because that was it. I started seriously thinking about writing again. I came up with the actual concept of Randomer, where I right about any random thing. The beauty of the name being that it is not actually a word, showing my flagrant disrespect for English class etc. and any laws that come along with it such as random things that prohibit run on sentences even though they can be so cool to use because they are so absolutely random that no one would even know what had hit them once they got done reading said sentence because it had strayed so far from the original topic that they couldn’t even remember where it started so they will have to go back to the beginning just to remind themselves because I’m going to be mean and not tell them where it started so ha. Another part of the original Randomer concept was to do it online, because about the time I quit writing I took up website design, so I decided to combine the two passions into one.

Let's start a new paragraph, just for the fun of it. That basically brings us up to the start of Randomer. The first news update on the site was May 5th, and I’m aiming this newsletter thingamajobby to be complete just about then. Also turns out that May 5th is El Cinco de Mayo, which is pretty random. How neat. So this is the one year anniversary of Randomer, the Randomer “In Print” issue.

So in case you haven’t caught it yet, what Randomer essentially is, well it’s a website. And it is updated many times a month. The URL is www.randomer.sphosting.com so please go, check it out, and enjoy. But Randomer is not just a website; it's an idea, actually more of an ideal. But I’ll talk about that a bit later.

As for what is actually on the website, you will find:
-Writings by me
-Writings by Ben
-Many pictures by many people
-And even some videos

If you’re interested in contributing, let me know.

A little bit about the contents of this publication:
None of this was written specifically to antagonize anyone. Or maybe it was. I’m never quite sure. Oh well. So if you do end up taking offense to anything written herein, well then it must really suck to be you because you’re one of those people who take offense at every fricking thing someone says to you. But if you feel the need to voice your opinion, I totally am down with that and there is a message board section on the website (http://randomer.sphosting.com) where you can do just that and say whatever you want. See, that’s one of the founding principles/ideas behind Randomer:
We should all have the freedom to express our opinions and beliefs how we want to, and not have to conform to someone else’s rules or standards. So use the message board to write whatever you want, and maybe I’ll publish it if I really like it, who knows.

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How it Feels to Be Obsessed Like Me

By: Goo

I am extremely obsessed with several different things. My winter obsession of choice is skiing. To me, skiing is not just a pastime that I take part in once a month. No, obsession is the correct word. Every single chance that I have to go skiing is pursued with the utmost priority. There are very few things that can divert me from my snow-plans. Work? No! School? No! But there is one thing that comes between me and skiing. The one person, the one being, the one focus of an activity that can consistently persuade me to not go skiing is God. But second to God, skiing reigns supreme!

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I Wish

By: Goo

Written 4-12-06

I wish I was one of those inspired writers who can just go and write... and write lots. Writers who can just go and put down a story in ink. Me, I haven’t written a coherent fictional story since Worachek forced me to write one. It wouldn’t have been so bad, except that he effectively disemboweled any chance of creativity. It had to be done just so, created along the lines of his demented infrastructure.

I really think that has left my capability to transfer my imagined situations to paper scarred and damaged. Hopefully it is not beyond repair.

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Breaking Trail

By Goo.

I’ve never had so much trouble climbing a hill.

The thought flashed across my cranium and I regarded it as truth without even the slightest examination. Immediately following that thought, another one came:

I must be doing something wrong.

That one lingered for a while. I must be doing something wrong. All summer long I climb hills and mountainboard back down them without the aid of a lift, and here I am, exhausted on this comparatively short hike. I was breathing as if I had just run a marathon, but it hadn’t been more than a couple hundred feet. Breathing... that’s it! I’m simply not used to this type of strenuous exercise at this high of an elevation! Well, onward then.

Five minutes later, and nothing was better. What else is inhibiting my ascent? Then I subconsciously settle upon what the problem was: the snow. With every step, I would sink in well past the knee and have to unbury that leg a step later. “Well,” I reasoned, “that’s why I’m hiking this slope, isn’t it: it’s covered in virtually untouched, deep powder!” But what I wouldn’t give for a pair of touring bindings and skins. Onward it was.

Should I turn back?

I was immediately repulsed by this preposterous thought. Turn back? Me? I hike up hills and go back down them at high speeds. That’s what I love to do! Now, I’ve decided to hike up this hill and destroy the powder on my way back down so that’s what I’m going to do.

Eventually I reached the top, and after a short break to enjoy the view, made all of the toil very much worth-while.

When I reached the bottom, I realized that I understood several concepts that relate to big-mountain skiing that I never before had the ability to grasp:

The term "bottomless powder." Not that I have already experienced it, but soon... sometime soon.

Why some people spend hours skinning up a mountain for 1 run down.

But the one thing that I had always wondered about and now understood best of all: The term “Breaking Trail.”

Me, after reaching the top.	My tracks, going along the top of the hill.
Looking down the hill.	Looking down the hill.
My gear at the top of the hill after the hike up.	A stump at the top.

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Mountainboarding

Mountainboarding


4/9/06

By Goo

Nathan, Brent, and I went mountainboarding today. AJ tagged along and streetboarded some. But today wasn’t just any old day spent screaming down a hill on a board.

We had been riding 5th Street near the school, and it is quite a nice hill. Probably one of the best hills in Neillsville, and you can really get a good head of speed up. Well this guy was driving along and he was like “How fast do you go on those things?”

I responded, “I dunno. You wanna clock me?”

And he was like “Sure!.”

So I bombed straight down at about as high of a speed as I could muster and he followed me down, and turns out that I got up to about 30 miles per hour by the time I hit the bottom of the hill. That’s not too shabby! But the thing of it was, I didn’t even feel like I was going too stinking fast. I bet I can go faster!

Our riding came to a premature end when a cop pulled up beside us. He talked really quiet, so I couldn’t hear what he was saying. But I think I got the gist of it: “Some loser called in a complaint, right during the middle of my afternoon nap. Now I had to drive down here and yell at you punks. Now scram.” (told you I couldn’t quite hear him, so I had to paraphrase. I dought he was really napping, although that would have been hilarious.)

Well well it looks like the cops have finally taken the time to tell us off for mountainboarding. Looks like the way we look at street riding has changed forever. Dang Neillsville is so stupid. “Lets make a law banning skateboarding over the entire town. If anyone wants to skateboard, let them do it at the skatepark.” What a way to make the average kid hate authority. Wait how about the law banning any kid from loitering near downtown? How is that for senile? I vote we put some people into public office whose brains can be seen without using a microscope.

But then if you look at most people, they enojy watching us mountainboard around town. I talked to an elderly lady who was really nice who had lived on top of that hill all her life, and she came out to talk to us and see what we were up to, and she told me about how she used to sled down that hill when she was a kid. And then there's that dude in the truck, who was more than willing to take time out of his life to clock my speed. So why is this lame ordinance even in existence? It is totally bogus!

I guess we'll just have to avoid capture. Who can say dreamboarding?

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Chapter 4

Chapter 4
Sir Shakka’s New Sword

By: Ben

Shakka shook Krysta’s hand and offered it to Byshakka, but the boy only looked at it with contempt.

“Sorry about that,” Krysta said. “My bro’s not very friendly. We’re two of the children of Lord Akka. Our brother, Kayrn, told us he would send more help after we got here, but none ever came.”

“The bastard’s trying to kill us,” Byshakka growled. “He never sends help. Not that we need it. This is the first time we’ve had to fight something with a magic shield. And why do you wear an apprentice’s robe?” he asked Cortan.

“You don’t believe I am an apprentice mage?” Cortan asked.

“If you can cast a dispel of that strength there’s no way you’re an apprentice!”

“All right, I’m a master mage, but I’m pretending to be weaker than I really am in order to fool people.

As they were talking, Shakka picked up the fallen Grikto’s weapon. The Big Sword, one of the legendary indestructible weapons, was 7 feet tall. Shakka picked it up and carried it back.

“Since you two killed the goblin, you should take this,” he offered the blade to the siblings.

“Why the hell would I want that thing?!” Byshakka exclaimed. “It’s at least 2 feet taller than me!”

“And I don’t need it either,” Krysta said, transforming her arm into a sword. “As you can see, I am a powersteel warrior.”

Powersteel warriors were rare. They were born as normal humans are, but are composed entirely of a strange metal, known as powersteel. At the age of 15, a powersteel warrior must go to the powersteel citadel, where they join the army. Most noted of their abilities is the inability to die. A mortal wound causes them to freeze in their fully metal form until they can be repaired.

“If you would come back to Whiterock with us for a while, we will give you food and thank you for your help,” Krysta told the two foreigners.

“And keep the sword,” Byshakka told them.

The four set off for the capital of the Stone Kingdom.

Near the remains of Clearrock, on the Diamond side of the border, was an army. A cloaked man rode up to the general of the army.

“My lord Zain,” he said, dismounting and bowing. “The young children of Akka killed all of the goblins, even Grikto. Not one goblin lives in this world any longer.”

“And the Big Sword?” the general asked.

“A silver knight took it,” the spy said.

“Dammit,” Zain hissed. “But it was a small price to pay to capture this wide swath of the Stone Kingdom.”

“May I have my payment, lord Zain?” the spy asked.

“But of course.” As the general spoke, a wind blew his cloak back, revealing his full body armor to be made entirely of bone. His skin was pale in contrast to his short dark hair. Zain uttered a spell-“REND”- and the spy fell dead. Then Zain spoke a second spell-“RISE”-and the spy stood up and walked into the ranks of the undead army.

“And now,” Zain roared. “To claim the goblins for our undefeatable army!”

The few living soldiers cheered as the Diamond army moved to claim a part of the Stone Kingdom.

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