Various things of Varying importance.

Hi peoples, I have returned. I feel cool. There's going to be a few subjects in this post, so try to keep up.

Firstly, here is a picture of my eyes.

I decided that you sort of might like to know what I look like, but I'm not just going to tell you. I'm going to give you photos of parts of me. Then you get to piece them together. It will more fun for all of us this way. Enjoy, because I think my eyes are sexy.

Secondly, I had dinner at my parents last night. That was exciting, because it gives me something to tell you about.

My parents are nuts. If you think about my nutsitude, then multiple that by several, you come up with them. Also my brother, but he is less nuts than me.

They all try really hard to be normal around me, because they think that I grew out of my crazy (ha!). This usually falls flat on its face. They drag the normal out through dinner (which is torture for me, since I struggle to suppress the crazy for 5 minutes), but then when Monopoly comes out, they let loose and it usually ends with the board being thrown out the window.

Monopoly. If you don't know what it is, I'm not going to tell you anything more than that it's a torture device. Google it. It's a tradition in my parents house that whenever they have house guests, out comes the monopoly. It is really scary knowing that my brother and I will have to face another night of screaming at eachother. I did once try to bury my brother, but that's a different story for a different post.

So the monopoly brings out the worst in everyone, and 3 of us end up storming off while the other pretends that they've won.We scream abuse at eachother and lock our doors before we go to sleep because we're scared we'll get stabbed with a rusty fork.Then we wake up the next morning and, when we realise nobody's dead, everything goes back to normal.

Thirdly, I walked my brother to school today. He's 16 and facing year 10 next year (He's strange, don't ask me), so he's still at school. I went and saw all my old teachers. It was crazy. I sat in the staff room with them and had coffee and caught up. It was fun, but it drove crazy because it felt so wrong. It was like seeing your teacher at the shops, but 1000 times worse.

Forthly (almost done), I'm a supporter of animal rights, so please, click this link here and make the world better.

Okay, well, thats about it. I can't think of anything else, so see you later.

He's OKAY!

Shakespeare made it out alive. He's still in hospital, but I get to take him home tomorrow. His parents and I had a big fight over who was going to look after him. I think Shakespeare was hoping that this experience would bring us closer. Yeah right.

I took tomorrow off work so I can look after him, since the doctors said I should keep an eye on him until monday. I'm trying to decided what movies we're going to watch. Well, he's probably going to be the one watching them. I'll be watching him. Seriously, if he even so much as COUGHS I'm taking him back to the hospital.

Anyway, short post, since I just thought I needed to tell you that he was okay. I thought you might have been worried about him. It's like I know you, like you care whether my boyfriend stays alive. Do you?

Oh God...

Hi guys... I'm sitting in a hospital. Not for me, but Shakespeare.

His doctor changed his meds. It was a simple thing, changing him to a weaker sedative (with different ingredients). He took one earlier, about an hour ago, and had an Anaphylactic reaction. I called an ambulance, and now he's in hospital. I was with him, but I called his parents and they're in visiting him at the moment.

I'm telling you guys this because I'm scared and I need to tell someone. I can't tell Shakespeare (doctors orders), and telling his parents seems cruel. I didn't want to call my parents because I just want blind sympathy, and if I called them, they'd probably come rushing over to scream at some doctors.

So now I'm sitting in the hospital (food court) and eating fries. I need something to happen, I need to know that they can fix him. I don't know what I'd do without Shakespeare, and the doctors seem really concerned.

Anyway, his parents just came down the escalator and told me I could go up and see him. The hospital has a visiting limit (2 in the room with the patient, max.) so now that they're out, I can see him again.

I'll keep you guys updated. :'(

So I'm sorry I've been gone for a bit. I've been so worried about my Uni applications, that I sort of forgot to write a post. So today I went in to the local park to people watch, which is what I do when I'm nervous. I sat behind some trees on a picnic blanket where I could see the path. This is a (crude) map of my park:

The little smiley face is me. The 2 black squares are the only 2 car parks in the whole park. I have good view of everyone walking in and out of the park, but they couldn't see me easily. I like guessing which cars people are going to. I'm even pretty good at it.

Anyway, I've been so busy with Uni stuff that I haven't even told you about my dinner with my parents. I go over once a month for home cooking. I'll write another post about that in a sec.

I just wanted to tell you why I've been gone. It must have been lonely without me here. I forgot to leave the lights on, so you must have been cold and frightened. Thankyou for not running away...

Adlai Grace

I would like to take a break from you regularly scheduled humour to bring you the story of Adlai Grace.

Adlai was found on the side of a dirt road. She and her siblings had been dumped there. She was the only one left alive. The poor little kitten had a severe spinal injury that left her incontinent and her back legs paralysed. This spinal injury also affected her breathing.

She was found by a woman who took her home and cared for her. Just as everyone thought things

were looking up for the kitten, she took a turn for the worse.

One day, Adlai's had a pain attack and she couldn't catch her breath. She didn't survive this.

Adlai is fast becoming a symbol against animal abuse, with people now trying harder than ever to convince the government to knuckle down on Animal Abusers. They are also trying to hunt down the man who did this, so they can make sure he never does this again.

Please help little Adlai and all the other abused animals out there by signing the petition here and support the cause over facebook here. Help us help animals.

I changed the layout!

I told you I'd do two posts today. This actually doesn't count, really, I just wanted to point out, if you hadn't already noticed (how could you not?) that I changed the layout. Tell me, what do you think? I did like the old background, but several of the other blogs I read use it, so I get quite confused when I go from that blog back home to mine.

It isn't too bad to look at, is it? I sat here for 5 minutes staring at the screen until I decided that it wasn't too bright. This whole blog thing is making me make a lot of decisions for something I do for free. Maybe I should start charging you guys to look at my blog. That won't work though, because I don't think I have that many readers.

I'm not sure I like the way the background follows you down the page. I'm still on the fence about that. Tell me what you think!

YO!

I know I left you, and I'm sorry, but I was really busy over Halloween and before that and since then have lacked the motivation to write a post. I did try a few things, but I didn't like them, and I only got a few sentences in before I decided that they were crap. One was called "I want a child!" and the other was "Halloween". Sometimes I feel bad for the posts that never make it out of my brain, but then I remind myself that they aren't even inanimate objects (which I grow frighteningly attached to), but just thoughts. They have no shape or form. That makes me feel better.

Anyway, I knew that typing that meaty paragraph up there would remind me what I was going to talk about. So ignore the first thing and pretend the next sentence is the start of this post.

I started following my own blog because I felt sad that I had no followers. It made me think that nobody cared about my blog enough to want to be updated every time I make a post.

Then, about a month ago, I realised how bad an idea this was. At first, I remembered that I was the only follower, so I didn't get excited when I saw that little number on my Dash. But now, every time I log in, I get a random happy feeling because I think I have a follower, and that means at least one person loves my blog.

I refuse to get rid of my followship of my own blog, because I worry that people will think I'm boring and that no-one likes my blog, and leave before reading anything (the people in my head are superficial like that). But I'm also afraid that people will see that I'm the only one following my blog, and think I'm desperate for followers. Which I am, but only a little. 

Anyway, I think I'm going to write another post for you today to make up for my long period of absence, and also because I have other stuff to write about and I think it will make more sense if I separate the two posts. I'd hate new readers of my blog to get confused and probably slightly scared (even thought that is likely to happen anyway).

Really though, this post wasn't a desperate plead for followers, but if I don't get some soon, I might have to try that.

This is a thing from a forum. You don't have to read.

Yeah, so, I wrote this for a dare. You really shouldn't read it if you don't want to be bored to death by my essay.

I like this piece because conveys a sense of peace and simplicity. By using the rule of thirds to create an open expanse of sky, the artist balances the art and gives a sense of relaxation. By using hierarchy, the artist leads the eye across the image in a way that is both tasteful and bold. As the eye travels along the image, one sees first the Darth Vader Silhouette, then moves to the flowers and clouds. While the character seems, at first, out of place in this scene, soon the viewer adjusts to this unusual setting and feels the peace surrounding the character. Overall, the artist has created a wonderfully balanced piece full of light and colour that catches the eye.

I prefer not to use MS paint for 2 reasons. First, I use a mac. Second, I never quite understood it.

We all know that Macintosh computers do not support MS paint. If you did not know, the MS stands for Microsoft. Microsoft programs are generally not compatible with mac. This does irritate me sometimes, as many of the games and softwares in the world are made for Microsoft. But in this case, I am less angry, for the reasons I will explain in my next paragraph.

I have never truly understood MS paint. I can use its basic functions, but I have always had trouble with it. This may be caused by the fact that I grew up in a school that very rarely updated its software, so I was stuck using ancient MS paint, which is rather difficult and confusing to use. Since then, I have tried to stay far away from the program, because I think, subconsciously, I am afraid that my poor attempts will not be good enough for the computer. As I suffer from a fear of failure, this is not a good thing, and I tend to cry after I try to use MS paint.


See, Dogimo, this is what happens when you ask an ex photograph/ star english student to write an essay critiquing art.

Hey, look! A wild Shakespeare!

Hi guys. I'm not actually writing a post tonight. I'm letting Shakespeare have a try at writing a post. He's really excited (sitting next to me bouncing excited) and I make no promises about the goodness of what he's going write. I have stuff to do, so I'm going to set him loose on my blog. See you later, if he doesn't kill you first.

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Hi!!! I'm awesome! This is my special way of telling Katie that I pre ordered the Sims 3 pets for her, and she is going to get a random text when it comes into the store. So I decided I should warn her. I sort of hope she reads this.

So, anyway, how is everyone? I'm tired, which is bad because it's only nine o'clock and I shouldn't be sleepy yet.

I'm watching Rove LA, and I while I was watching, I made a graph that shows the awesomeness/hotness of celebrities compared to how much I know about them. I made it in excel, so I don't know how to move that across to here. If you can tell me how, I'll do it, and then you will be amazed at my awesome graph making skills.

So, I plan to make unicorns by breeding a horse and an echidna. Although that may just create a spiky horse. I'm trying not to make this sound like I'm making sex jokes, but it isn't working, is it?

I wish I could explain my hopeless blogging powers, but since I can't, I wrote a song.
 Check it out, I'm writing a blog!
 But I should go and feed my frogs.
 I hope and pray this doesn't suck too much,
 Because if it does, I'm totally fucked!
What do you think? I don't really have frogs, I just needed a rhyme for blog. If it's really awful, shoot me now, because Katie is going to kill me if I turn people off her blog.

I'm going to go before I make this worse. I might talk to you later. If I get good feed back, I'll get Katie to promote my blog. Night!

WATER FIGHT!

Did you enjoy Shakespeare's post the other day? I hope so. he is thinking about starting a blog, so he wants feed back. I'm thinking about letting him write a few posts here so he can get some feed back. If he does, will you comment? Anyway...

I had a water fight with Shakespeare today. I was going to spend all day on the internet playing zombie games. I woke up at 9 am, and I walked downstairs to get my laptop and saw Shakespeare sitting on my couch. He was all like 'let's have a water fight today!' and I was just like NO!

Let me explain my apartment. There are a whole bunch of young people living here because the old people who own the place let us have really cheap rent.

So, Shakespeare and I started having a water fight, and by the end, the whole building was playing too. Then I realised that I was late for going out to dinner with my parents, and I was soaking wet. So I called my parents and told them I was going to be late, then I decided I wanted to tell you guys about my best Sunday ever. So now I'm really late for dinner at my parents and I should probably go, but I'm not going to just yet because I wanted to tell you that Shakespeare is possibly going to post here later or tomorrow, depending on if I get any responses in the comments about him.

So, anyway... What was this post about? Either Shakespeare or I will post later. Probably when I get home from dinner to tell you all about my insane parents and my need for microwave popcorn.

BYE!

I have to cook!

Hi guys. I'm worried. How are you? Now this is sounding like a letter.

Shakespeare's parents hate me. I don't mean they don't like me because I stole their son or anything. They actively try to break us up and make me look like a fool. They dislike everything about me, and constantly comment on how Shakespeare 'could do so much better.' According to them, there are girls lining up at his door for a chance to date him. I wonder why I've never seen them.

I'm gong to be really honest with you. I'm surprised he's still speaking to me after spending a week with his parents (not including that little part after he got home. If you don't know what I'm talking about, click here.)

So, anyway, Shakespeare doesn't like his parents and I not talking. So he called his parents and invited them to dinner at my apartment. He only checked with me AFTER he invited them.

Now, I'm okay with meeting them for dinner. But I'm not okay with them coming to my house. They critique everything about me, and I don't want them in my house! One of us is likely to be thrown out the window. Now I'm only speaking to Shakespeare using a series of grunts. I can't be really mad at him, because he's only doing this because he wants me to NOT break his parents necks.

So I have to cook a normal meal for 4 normal people. I've mentioned before that I usually eat pizza, right? I can cook, but salmon is fucking difficult. And they want salmon. Because they're rich. I should give them salmonella. (You get salmonella from salmon, right?)

I plan to update about halfway through the night (they hate me already. They won't care) and when they leave. But I might not. If I don't, I'll send Shakespeare to inform you of which of his parents killed me.

So, I'll talk to you guys later. Probably.

Update: Hi everyone. William here.
Katie asked me to come and do this blog. Which is strange, because I thought she would want to rant about my parents. She is shouting instructions from the kitchen, where I think she's washing up. I'm going to warn you that I have never written a blog post before.

My parents left about 15 minutes ago. The following is a conversation the 4 of us had at the door. (Katie demands that I do this properly. M- mum, D-dad, K- katie and S- me.)

M- Well William, dear, thank you for inviting us to dinner. Even if the food was sub par.
K- What about me?! I cooked the food, and you were in my house!
M- Oh yes. Your apartment was barely big enough for all of us, and we had to eat on the sofa. The salmon was rather under cooked. Were you trying to poison us?
K- Yes. And we ate on the couch because I'm living on minimum wage. I do my best to pay rent, so please excuse me for not having a dining table.
S- Well, bye mum. Bye dad *shuts door*

So, even though that was a 3 minute conversation, I think it pretty much sums up the night. It was actually worse while we were having dinner. So now Katie is in the kitchen doing the dishes and mumbling about the horrible things she wants to do to my parents. I offered to help, but she asked me to do this instead. So, here I am, rambling now I think.

Katie will probably blog tomorrow. Until then, please don't judge her blog on my work here tonight. That wouldn't be fair.

I'm Happy again!

Hi guys. Remember this post (you should, it was the most recent one!) where I told you about my fight with Shakespeare? Well, he came by today and said he was sorry. The following is a conversation we had made up entirely of shouting through the door, because I wouldn't let him in:
S- Katie, it's me. I'm sorry, will you let me in?
K- No, go away!
S- I made you an apology cake. Please let me in!
K- What kind of cake is it? (I was actually considering letting him in at this point)
S- Vanilla! I'm sorry, I should let you live how you want!
K- No, go away!
S- Why?
K- I'm not letting you in. You took my internet!
S- You stole it back! Aren't we even?
K- No!
S- Again, WHY?
K- Because I love you and you made me sad!
S- I'm sorry, what can I do to show you that?
   Then I walked away and pouted on the couch. He let himself in with his key and put the apology cake in the kitchen and left. I looked at the cake and it had lots of edible flowers on it (Shakespeare's hobby is cake decorating). I realised that he was fantastic, so I called him and said I was sorry. Then he came over and I let him clean up my apartment. I was supervising.

So now I'm happy again! Please don't judge Shakespeare's neat freakiness, he doesn't do it on purpose.

Grrrrr...

Okay, so remember how Shakespeare was away? Well, he got back on Monday, and the reason I haven't blogged since then is because he told me I wasn't allowed to go on the internet until I cleaned up my apartment. This is the conversation that went down when he walked in to say hello.
S- Honey, I'm home!
K- *Excited*
S- You didn't clean up. :(
K- I meant to, but... POTTERMORE!
S- Really? I never ask you to do things for me, and this one time I wanted to come back from my holiday and see my girlfriend without being distracted by the mess, you're too busy.
K- You frequently ask me to do things! And this isn't your house!
S- Maybe I shouldn't visit then!
K- FINE!!! *Angry expression*
S- Alright. I'm not coming here again until you clean up! *Storms out of house, unplugs my internet connection and takes my modem*.
  So, now we're having a fight because he's a neat freak and I used my key to his house to get my modem back so that I can tell you guys what is going on and research stain removal. I'm really upset and SHAKESPEARE IF YOU'RE READING THIS, I'M STILL UPSET WITH YOU. That was too much capslock, I'm sorry. It probably hurt your eyes.

I haven't spoken to Shakespeare since then, and I'm sad. So I went onto I Can Has Cheezburger to cheer myself up and found these:

And they made me feel better, so I thought I'd share them with you. And then my cat gave me a hug because he could tell I was upset.

Ironing makes me want to explode!

HI EVERYONE! I'm procrastinating!

Shakespeare is visiting his family at their beach house (his parents don't like me) and he said that while he was gone, I should try to clean up my apartment.

He is coming back on Monday (2 days time) and I haven't done anything yet. My theory was that if I cleaned up too early, it would get messy again and he wouldn't believe I had done anything, so I left it. Now I have to clean up my apartment, do the washing and ironing, go to the supermarket and take a shower before he gets home (I don't think I've left the house in a week) so I have to come up with a method of doing this.

I know, I'll go to Pottermore and find out the appropriate spell!

Hiya

Yo... Sorry I didn't update the other morning, but Shakespeare wanted me to go cycling with him again. I generally don't give him everything he wants like this, but he is so sweet when he's hyperactive.

He was hanging out with some friends today, so I decided I wanted to clean my apartment. I looked at my desk, and I chose to really quickly check my email. Then I saw that my welcome email from Pottermore had arrived, so I spent the rest of the day on that. If anyone wants to friend me (or what ever it is one does at hogwarts) I am RiverMahogany39

Anyway, I was going to do lots of exciting stuff and then tell you about it, but I got distracted, so here are some pictures of my cat, Umbreon. The first 2 are of him as a kitten. The third is current(ish)

Shakespeare's not taking his medicine.

Hi everyone... My title may not make any sense, so I'll do I quick introduction before I start.

Shakespeare is my boyfriend. I called him Shakespeare once when we met, then the name stuck. (If you want more than that, I might post the story later). Anyway, he has a medical condition that I can't spell... He is frequently on medication that contains a sedative. The sedative is weak, but, when he takes it several times a day, affects him quite powerfully.

His doctor recently said that he should take a break from the meds. He is going back on them on Monday, which can't come soon enough. He got used to being sedated, and now that he isn't anymore, he is TOTALLY hyperactive.

That took me an hour to write. Shakespeare keeps insisting he really needs to look stuff up (his words, not mine). He is with me because I was worried he was going to accidentally set fire to his house. He brought his laptop over and has been playing games at triple speed. I have to go to the super market, but I'm worried that he'll hurt himself while I'm out. I also don't what to take him with me, for obvious reasons. I also have to walk to the super market, whether I take him with me or not (I'm not letting him drive in his condition).

I promise to update as the night goes on.

Update: So, apparently Shakespeare was reading my blog on his laptop, not playing games. I know this because he read about how I needed to go to the super market. I hadn't told him because I knew that he would get all excited about it (which he did). This is a conversation Shakespeare and I had 5 minutes ago. (S=Shakespeare, K=Me)
S: You wanna go to the supermarket?
K: I don't need to go to the supermarket. *Nervous laugh*
S: You said you did on your blog! *Begins bouncing around the room like a rabbit* Come on! Get dress and let's go!
K:  But we'll have to walk there, and it's dark.
S: So? it'll be like an adventure! We can buy marshmallows and hot chocolate and cookies and popcorn and coffee and rent a movie and watch the movie. Then go CYCLING!
K: It's nearly midnight... I'll take you to the supermarket, but I draw the line at going cycling.
S: How about we ride the bikes to the supermarket?
K: *Deep sigh*
S: YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!! *More bouncing*

So now I'm taking Shakespeare to the supermarket on bicycles and I won't have any money left to buy the stuff I need because he'll keep convincing me to buy stuff for him (or 'us' as he says). I have to go, Shakespeare I poking me on the shoulder and shouting in my ear that I have to get dressed unless I want to go in my pyjamas.

Another Update: Okay, so Shakespeare and I just got back from the Supermarket. I gave him $10 to spend, since he didn't have any money. I had no idea how much he could buy with that amount of money. We met outside the video store, and he was carrying 3 plastic bags full of stuff. It was scary. He bought hot chocolate, carob logs (because he was feeling sensitive... I can't eat chocolate/ coffee) 2 big packets of chips, mini marshmallows, mircowave popcorn, ANZAC biscuits and a variety of other things that I need not mention.

After he showed me EVERYTHING he had purchased, we went into the video store. We rented all 3 of the back to the future movies. We are watching number 1 ATM. I will update once more tomorrow morning, I promise.

Pizza & Bronchitis

I have figured out that you guys don't actually exist, but thats okay. I'm happy just talking to myself and advertising where I can until there are people out there.

Anyway, I realised today that I eat WAY too much pizza. I do my shopping on Sunday, and my groceries usually consist of 7 prepackaged pizzas, two 2 litre tubs of English toffee ice-cream, a box of cereal, 3 bottles of caffeine-free pepsi, and 6 packets of lollies. I have pizza for dinner, then ice-cream for dessert. Lunch the next day, I have pizza leftover. It continues like this until I fall into and endless cycle of meatlovers and frozen dessert.

But, this may not make much sense. I was just talking the other day about choosing a university, but I'm doing my own shopping? I took a gap year between high school and uni so I could get some 'life experience'. So, I moved away from home, bought an apartment etc.

I also have bronchitis... Its like the flu (for me, anyway) but with a nagging, horrible cough. I have been curled up on my couch for 10 days watching my Doctor Who DVDs. Pair that with my inability to drive and my lack of bus money, and you have someone walking down the street trying to cough up her lungs. I had someone pull over and ask me if I needed to go to hospital. I tried to reply through my coughing, but they took me to hospital anyway (for some reason, they couldn't understand me). So now, in addition to antibiotics, I am now on a strong cough suppressant that completely knocks me out. So, I'm going to go to bed before I fall asleep on the couch.

Sorry

Yo people. Sorry I haven't posted in a few days, but I have had the flu. Am I forgiven?

Anyway, this is going to be a short post (I'm still sick). I was just wondering, does anyone actually read this  blog? The statistics say a few people do, but I would rather read it straight from you guys. So if you read my blog, or have just started reading it, please comment. Thanks (if you guys really exist).

Bye bye for now, I have to go take more medication.

Pictures

I was sorting through my pictures, deciding which I could delete, and I found the strangest pictures. I'm not even sure why I have these.

This one, I believe, was for a school project. To the best of my recollection, we had to choose a country, draw its flag, then write a story about it. All the good countries were taken, so I wrote a story (similar to Hetalia... Look it up) about all the countries having personalities. I forgot to warn my teacher, and so got a grumpy face on my work (this was grade 1).

I can really not explain why I have a picture of a snake on my computer, but it may have something to do with a point in my life (last year) where I was desperate for a pet snake.

I don't even have this Album! I don't have a problem with Avril Lavigne, but I'm still not quite sure why this is actually on here. Sorry about her giving you the finger from your computer screens, but surely you were expecting that?

This was a pie I made for Food Technology (Home Economics), but I don't know why I have the picture of it on my home computer. I took the photo and uploaded it at school. Maybe I was just really proud.

Anyway proud blog viewers. Thats all I can find at the moment. Sorry about the enormous loading time, but sacrifices must be made.

University Open Days

Hi everyone... That seemed a logical way to start my blog 5 minutes ago, but now it feels stupid.

I went to a University Open Day today. It was fun. I saw hipsters. Walked in an awesome Library. But I have 1 problem with the University... They don't have any clubs/bands/orchestras in which I can play my Euphonium (If you don't know what that is, google it).

This is, of course, an easily remedied issue. But by my musical talent I will NOT be the one to do so. Someone else can go out there and make a club for brass players. As a soon to be first year Undergrad, I refuse to have the guts, moxie and/or pizzazz that it takes to speak to someone important. BAHA!

I say BAHA to Universities where I have to be forward thinking and strong-willed. I will simply have to go to more open days until I find one that meets all my needs, then settle in and keep my head down.

I should go to bed now, as it is almost midnight. Join me in one more cheerful BAHA before I say goodnight.
  BAHA BAHA BAHA!!!

Omegle

I just had the best conversation ever. I was perusing Art Of Trolling, and I saw the first few lines of this. I came up with everything after 'what would you like to do now?' Anyway, enjoy!

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: Welcome to Omegle Quest

You: You wake up inside a room

You: There is a locked door, a locked chest and a hammer

You: What would you like to do now?

Stranger: grab the hammer

You: You grab the hammer

Stranger: use the hammer on the chest's lock

You: You use the hammer on the chest lock. The chest swings open

You: There is a map inside

Stranger: take the map

You: You take the map. As you pick it up, a key falls out

Stranger: pick up the key

You: You pick up the key

Stranger: use key in door

You: You use the key in the door. The door swings open.

You: You walk into another room.

You: There is a rocking horse, a locked metal chest, and a saw.

Stranger: get saw

You: You get the saw

Stranger: saw the rocking horse

You: You saw the rocking horse in half

Stranger: use hammer on metal chest

You: You use the hammer on the metal chest, but nothing happens

Stranger: use key on metal chest

You: You use the key on the metal chest. It swings open

You: Inside, the is a deep hole with a light at the end

You: *there

Stranger: drop wood shards from rocking horse into hole

You: You drop the wood in the hole. You don't hear anything.

You: Suddenly, the light at the bottom of the hole disappears. A balloon floats up.

Stranger: investigate

You: You examine the balloon. There appears to be something inside

Stranger: grab balloon out of the hole and pop the balloon over the floor

You: You pop the balloon. A long rope falls out.

Stranger: tie rope to chest and rapel down the hole

You: You climb down the rope. The chest swings shut above you.

You: You reach the ground. There is a small tunnel out of the hole.

Stranger: check map

You: It is too dark to see the map.

Stranger: crawl through hole with hammer in hand, armed

You: You crawl through the tunnel.

You: You find yourself in a room.

You: There is a locked stone chest, a small window and a screw driver.

You: There is a sky light high above you.

Stranger: gain screw driver and use it to pick the stone chest

You: You use the screw driver to pick the lock on the stone chest. It swings open.

You: Inside, you see a small rock.

Stranger: store rock into inventory

You: You store the rock in your inventory.

Stranger: investigate window

You: You examine the window. It is thin glass and could be shattered with enough force.

Stranger: look up and investigate sky light

You: The sky light is to high too reach, and appears to be made of thick plastic. It shines a lot of light into the room.

Stranger: throw rock at sky light

You: The rock bounces off the skylight and falls to the ground beside you.

Stranger: pick up rock and store it back in inventory, use hammer on the glass in the window

You: The hammer smashes the window. It is small enough to crawl through. Outside, there is a large field.

Stranger: clear excess glass

You: You clear the excess glass away and place so in your inventory

You: *soem

You: *some

Stranger: climb through window

You: You crawl through the window. You find yourself in a large field. There is a highway on your right. It appears to be mid day

You: You are completely lost

Stranger: check map

You: You look at your map. It has a small tag with the words 'you are here'. The highway ends close to your home.

Stranger: follow highway with hammer in hand

You: You follow the highway. In several hours you reach your home. You have just beaten Omegle Quest. Congratulations.

You: Thanks. You just made my day.

Stranger: you made mine lol

You have disconnected.

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Hi everyone. This is my first post. But anyway, this blog is basically just about the awesome, boring and funny stuff that happens to me. So, well, hi, again. Thats all I have to say for my first post. BYE!