There will be a long delay until I next continue my game, as I am busy with GCSEs.

Damn time intervals.

Third view. Also a little thing I whipped up - http://megaswf.com/view/da3f7cc1e59c6e 003f104b72b8c8a040.html

Here is the second - I now have all I need to finish it. Expect it in a couple of weeks, as I have school soon.

I will alter the image here, and make four others for each view. View one -

I am making a new game, and I have spent about an hour just on the stage -

This was an english project we had too do. I loved writing this so much, it was unbelievable.

The Jabberwocky
The cold rain had just started, the steady drip, drip, drip of the water hitting the cobbled street, a flash of brilliant white lightning light the gothic alleyway, like a bronze cannon firing in the misty night. In that one flash I saw her. Bathed in the sweet moonlight, her skin glistening like a morning leaf drizzled with the slow, steady rain. She was such a poor thing, dripping wet, thinking she was so innocent, when she knew she wasn't. I quietly snuck up on her, I the shadow and her the object, following my soon-to-be-victim. As I slowly got closer, I could hear the thumping of her heart, loud as a Salvation Army band and just as rhythmic as a woodpecker, soon to be silenced forever and forgotten in the mists of time. She was now close enough to touch, the smell of her expensive perfume lingering in the air, so pungent I could taste it. Jasmine and rose, an exotic fragrance, and one only smelled on the aristocracy of the highest of the middle class. I reached with my gloved hand, scrubbed clean of all dirt, hair or anything to leave evidence of my crime. Just to be sure, I had taken with me a pair of my smooth, silken gloves. As my hand slowly got closer to her soft, young hair, I felt her warmth, a torch
in the rain, appearing strong but soon to be extinguished. Closer and ever closer my hand got, I anticipated the moment, and planned what I would do next to her as she saw me, most probably a very visage of fear, she would see the intent of murder in my eyes, and would soon know that her mortal coil would end, and her to depart to hell. When I had finally reached her, I wrapped a lock of her hair around my cold, silken fingers. She instantly turned around, her expensive shoes scraping on the slick, rain covered ground. I finally saw her face, pale and white, like a living corpse, and her hair was by now sodden and dripping. In a flash of my leather handled steel knife, and with a snicker-snack my blade sliced through her throat, the sound of it like a butcher slicing a joint, and a thud as it hit the bone. I pulled out the knife with a satisfying squelch. The blood started dripping out, slowly at first, but then as the seconds passed the stream of blood intensified, rushing out like a stream through the country, increasing to a crescendo like a waterfall plunging from a rocky outcrop, seemingly never-ending, and it covered her front, as if an artist had thrown all of his richest reds onto her in a fit of anger. Finally the stream started to subside, and she was still exactly as she was, the action had been far too quick for her to react, and now she looked as she did less than a second before her untimely death, now even whiter than before, and hands beside her sides, mouth open in shock and an attempt to scream. I grasped the note I had previously attached to a nail, and rammed in it through the base of her neck, the note's back getting covered in blood, and upon it were the words
"One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack, and with its head
He went galumphing back."
Smiling at my verse, I got to work with retrieving her head. I started at first by putting my vorpal blade to the cut which had drained her of her life, and slowly began to slice, to and thro, faster and faster, the sounds of metal scraping against bone filling my ears, the cobbled alleyway, and I smiled at this. The scraping sound had stopped, and now there was only the sound of metal slicing through cold, dead, flesh. Finally I pulled the head from the neck, the sounds of the flesh being ripped. Now that I had her head, I stalked away, like a cat prowling the night, and before too long, I was away, a shadow in the great city that is London.

The detective, a sharp eyed man of 20 by the name of Arthur Wainwright, strolled into the cobbled street, the girl's blood drying in between the cracks of the alley. Arthur Wainwright was used to seeing hideous corpses. He bent down, the acrid fumes of death filling his mind, and then he noticed the note. On it he read a nonsense verse, and chillingly similar to the events that had happened to the corpse which lay beneath him. Looking around his surroundings, he noticed there were imprints in the water-drenched mud which led to the corpse. Following these, he noticed how that each step was meticulous and slow, and how the ones leading away from the corpse were light and smudged, as if the killer had been running.

At my home, I had built myself a trophy cabinet. Made of smooth ebony wood, a beautiful piece, and a lovely contrast to my trophies. By now I have 5 heads, all of them, their eyes rolling towards infinity, staring at a point which does not exist, and their occupants long since departed to hell. You may ask why I would have such evidence in my house, in clear display, but the reason is very clear. I shall never be caught. These police officers are idiots, and could not catch even the most dim-witted felon, let alone a masterful one like me. Why five? It is a good number. The name of my verse, groups of its words, all add up to five. A beautiful number indeed.

Later, back at a small, dilapidated police station, Arthur was attempting to decipher the killers bloodstained note note. Whilst trying to grasp its meaning, a message arrived to tell him of bad news.
"Arthur sir, I 'ave some bad news. Some more girls have been found, all missing their 'eads" The boy told him.
"This is indeed bad news boy. This note can wait, for I must hasten to the scene of the crime"
"Wait a moment" The messenger stopped him "I 'ave a note from 'er majesty."
"Are you sure it is from her highness?" Arthur asked quizzically
"Yes sir"

Arthur took the letter, and started reading.

"Dear Detective Wainwright. One is aware that you have issues pertaining to your job, but one is much more concerned with ones security arranged for the trip to Balmoral. Remember that this take priority over all other matters."

Angrily, Arthur slammed the letter to the desk, and with that, departed to see the new corpses.

Two weeks later, Arthur was ecstatic. Through a series of very high political contacts, and contact to and fro from various Oxford and Cambridge professors, he had discovered the identity of the killer, and from seeing the pattern of previously deceased he had seen the connection that all of them were alphabetically sequential, all were based in and around Whitechapel, and all were of high standing in society. Without wasting any time on writing a note about where he would be going, he took the first horse and carriage to East Whitechapel. Upon arriving however, he noticed another corpse, this one also with completely white skin, a missing head, and a vast quantity of blood surrounding her, but one thing was different this time. This body was impaled on a fence post, and next to it was the girl's head, complete with a note stuck in the hole where her eye had been roughly gouged out. Arthur withdrew this note and began reading.
"And thou hast slain the Jabberwocky?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day" Callooh! Callay!''
He chortled in joy."

I saw Arthur, reading my most recent note. Holding my bloodstained knife firmly, I quietly advanced behind him. As I slowly went in towards his through, he must have felt my breath on the back of his neck, as he suddenly ducked, and punched me full in the stomach. This caused me to doubly over in pain, violently reaching and getting my breath back. To my great luck, the blood from the corpse was not yet dry, and so Arthur slipped and fell onto the street. I rose from my position, as Arthur rose from his. He once again turned to run, but this time I was ready for him. I grasped my knife firmly with my right hand, the silken glove caked in mud and dirt from my murders, and i threw the knife at a great speed. The sound of it was like a hawk flying through the night air, and the crack was loudly heard by anyone who could have been near as the knife plunged deep into his skull. The momentum he had from running carried him forward, but with no movement from his legs, he was sent sprawling to the ground, by now copious quantities of blood bleeding profusely from the wound in his skull, his now dead corpse slowly turning white.

The next day, back at the station, a new detective was entering. On his desk was another letter with the royal insignia branded upon it. Inside was a message.
"Dear Plato, due to your colleagues untimely death, you have been hired as a new detective. We have heard your case of pursuing this murderer, but unfortunately we cannot allow you to do this. You are hereby banned from pursuing this case, and you must put all of your stations efforts into making sure that the protection of the convoy to Balmoral and it must go seamlessly."

I took my horse, and rode fast from Whitechapel to the edges of the county of Kent to finish my great work. I believe that I will call it after my first victim, and add into it her final destination. With this in mind, I shall call it "Alice in wonderland".
They won't catch me you know. They are far too stupid. The idiot of a detective, Arthur, never stood a chance. Not only did it take him so long to crack my message, but he was also too late to stop my latest killing. His death was just a sweetener to the result. This new detective, Plato, may be slightly better at keeping out of my affairs. If he gets too close to me, I will kill him, but as long as he is distant and isolated from me, then he will live. The queen's visit could not have come at a better time, the perfect distraction. Yes, I think that "Alice in Wonderland" will do very nicely as a title for my book. Very nicely indeed.

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Please comment on it, as it was great fun to write.

Rapidly becoming my favorate forum. A higer level of intelligence is present.

You: Hi
You: I have a fridge
You: it is blue
Stranger: Most intresting thing Ive heard all day!
You: Ahh
You: It is also broken
Stranger: Oh dang!
Stranger: Sorry to hear
You: I had a mango in it, which imploded
You: *It
Stranger: Oh no!
Stranger: I hate it when that happens
You: It cost a whole 14 fish eyes.
Stranger: That's alot of damn fish eyes
You: Tommorow I have to get up at eleventy-four CM for my levitation class
Stranger: I wanna take a levitation class aswell, but I havent found any
You: Ahh
You: well you have to look at your watch
You: then eat it backwards.
Stranger: Okey, and then I'll be there?
You: Maybe
You: I don't have any visual receptors any more
You: I ate them
You: one by one
You: or ears
You: they tasted worse
Stranger: Tastes better then mangos, and they never implode..
You: Definatly!
Stranger: Unless...
Stranger: You look at them the wrong way.
Stranger: Happened to me, almost got sucked in.
You: but you can't if you have left your pet earwig with the keys.
Stranger: I was like "ARGH ARGHHH ARGHHH!"
You: Ohh
You: was that you I saw?
Stranger: But then who's gonna take the keys?
Stranger: I think.
You: I thought it was a future version of my left leg
Stranger: Alot of people were standing beside me
Stranger: And NONE of them helping out
You: ahh
You: I would have, but I was busy watering my sausages.
You: they need their nutrients to grow
Stranger: Got that right. Your forgiven.
You: Ohh good
Stranger: But not that transvestite...
Stranger: Who laughed!
You: my favorate hobby is walking my flowers
You: Ohh
You: that was count mousetrap
You: I blended him
Stranger: And threw roots at me..
You: he made a suprisingly tasty smoothie
You: ahh
You: the baobub roots?
Stranger: Yeah I had one of those when I got out
Stranger: I think
Stranger: Don't know to much about roots..
You: they are small and blue
Stranger: I find bushes to be more intresting
You: with a definate taste of lemon flavored eyes
You: are
Stranger: Yeah those were the ones!
You: I like eating the shrubs more
Stranger: Never tried that
You: but the best are trees which have been cut down with frozen haddocks
Stranger: You know what I like? Snowballs with ketchup.
Stranger: Freezing cold tomatoes
You: ahh
You: I remember when I composed a snowball out of pieces of dead camal
Stranger: A great weapon to defend yourself from migets with
You: a distant relative of the camel
Stranger: Oh they are from Canada right?
You: yes
You: well done
You: have you ridden them?
You: it feels like being attacked with a hoover
Stranger: I remember shooting one of them, right in the hump
You: ahh
You: well, it would have bounced off then
Stranger: It did
Stranger: Got me in the leg
You: did it combust?
You: the camal?
You: and did you know their babies are 14 feet wide, and are called caameels?
Stranger: Yeah the bullet bounced back and the camal started screaming and then combusted
You: they always do that
You: try rubbing soap into their fourth nose
Stranger: I would but I can never travel back to Canada
You: why not?
Stranger: Problems with the goverment
You: ahh
You: i have those too
You: i never meant to shred the queen
You: she just fell
You: and i thought she was a piece of paper
Stranger: Nobody told me animalprostitution was illegal...
You: it isn't
Stranger: Oh dang
You: just go back
You: they will welcome you with open legs
Stranger: That's the warmest welcome there is
You: nope
Stranger: I think I'll go back
You: welcoming you with open legs, which are on fire is warmer
You: and it smells and tastes better
You: like smoked gammon
Stranger: Why doesnt anybody welcome me like that? You must be popular..
You: nope
You: I just bring matches with me
You: the easiest way to stop yourself burning is legs wide apart
Stranger: I might just have to start bringing matches when I go out
You: definatly
Stranger: Never know when you'll need them
You: exactamundini
Stranger: I mean, starting fires is the best.
You: yep
Stranger: You think you can kill a flaming camal with fire? Like fighting fire with fire?
You: I especially like burning those "only you can stop forest fires" bears, and throw them into midgets
You: yep
Stranger: I always light those bears on fire
You: as do I
Stranger: But you have to be really carefull, when they blow.
You: yep
Stranger: I didn't know they did at first
Stranger: BIG mistake
You: I didn't either
You: I thought they were fireworks
Stranger: I just thought they were gonna melt.
Stranger: So I was standing REALLY close
Stranger: And then *POW*
You: they do on occasion
Stranger: I would have liked it more if they always did, now I don't dare try anymore
You: try
Stranger: I just light them on fire and run like hell
You: home made thermite is the way for me :)
Stranger: The queen thermite is the best
You: yeah
You: especially freddy thermite
Stranger: Tastes just like a big mac
Stranger: Oh yeah!
Stranger: But now there's someone begging for a good asskicking at the door, but I hope to run into you again hunting camals
Stranger: Think I'll go there tomorrow
You: ohh
You: okay
You: do you like tetris?
You: http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen /217033
You: very nice piece for camal burning
Stranger: I love tetris!
Stranger: ¨Holy moly I'll watch it!
You: oh good
Stranger: It really fits good into camal burning
You: yep
You: the exiting bit is where they start imploding
Stranger: But you really have to dance polka when you burn it to get the best out of it
You: Definatly
Stranger: But now I really have to go stack up some matches and dry martinis for tomorrows hunt, I'll see you deep inside the forest. I'll be the one wearing a sombrero, not much of a camouflage but I like it.
You: Okay
You: good good
You: I will be wearing the camal ears
You: magical high 5!

Stranger: Oh yeah!
Stranger: *pow*
You: yay, you knocked me hand back into place!
You: *my
Stranger: Damn, now my fingernails on my right hand is gone..
You: ohh
You: thats what they are
Stranger: Oh well I'll just use the camals toenails
Stranger: Very similar to humans
You: yep
Stranger: But 10 times loinger
You: and they glow in the dark
Stranger: Yeah, that's gonna be so awsome when it becomes night
You: yeah
Stranger: I'm not even gonna bring a flashlight
You: they glow irene coloured
You: its sort of beigy icey orange
Stranger: Mmm my favorite color.
You: ahh
You: mine too
Stranger: But so... Cool, Ill see you tomorrow sister!
Stranger: Keep it hot, like a flaming camal

it attracts strange people.

Stranger: hi
You: Ahhh hello
Stranger: how are you?
You: I am holding a small fridge
You: It is broken
Stranger: How small?
You: I put a mango in it
You: which exploded
You: with the force of a puppy's sneeze
Stranger: it is impressive that you can type and hold a fridge at the same time
Stranger: is that what broke the fridge
You: Yes
You: I am using the small tentacles attached you my right nose
Stranger: wow
Stranger: thats incredib;e
You: Agreed
You: now
Stranger: yes?
You: my dog has just eaten my foot
Stranger: god lord
You: have you got any advice for stopping aardvarks from spontaniously combusting?
You: His name is Aardvark
You: s
Stranger: submerge Aardvarks in ice cold water
You: Really?
Stranger: for NO longer than 30 seconds
Stranger: really
You: When I do that his tail starts glowing though
Stranger: its vitally important that you do this
Stranger: thats to be expected
You: Okay
You: Well
You: I am doing that
You: and now
Stranger: after you have submerged him you need to rub custard in his fur
You: I have lost four of my fingers, and left eye, and a large portion of swiss turkey
You: I don't have any custard
You: I have liver
Stranger: that will have to do
You: Okay
Stranger: rub rub rub
You: He imploded.
Stranger: yes of course
You: Fun to watch though
Stranger: you asked me to stop him spontaneould y combusting didn't you?
You: first he bubbled
You: then his eyes glowed blue
You: and then he ate his feet, did an irish jig, and imploded.
You: Yes, you did
You: well done
You: Now my fridge is working again
You: such fun
Stranger: yay
You: It contains yak's milk
You: and cow udders
You: and earwig legs
You: and german brains