It had been several weeks since the passing of a great man. The world over mourned in the passing of Satoru Iwata, and stayed that way for a few days. The next week brought news of a new president and CEO for Nintendo, and the world moved on. Though something was always felt, as though it was watching over the world. Sometimes someone would pause, and make a passing comment, remembering the man that had been.
Within the Nintendo Headquarters, the new president was just putting the finishing touches to a report. This report detailed the games that were being worked on, and those that were ready for the American branch of the company to localise. Upon finishing it, he attached it to an email and sent it. It was time to move on to the next thing that needed doing.
Half an hour had passed, and the president had contacted numerous teams within the company. The new console was coming on well, but he wanted a few changes made to it. He’d already written up those changes a few days ago and sent them. Now the project leader had requested a meeting. Acknowledging him, and the meeting room to be used, the president stood up and stretched. The walk to the meeting room didn’t take long. Sitting down in the chair designated for the president, the project leader arrived a short while later.
“Sir,” the man said. “I’m sorry to have to call for this meeting, but I’m a bit confused.”
The president indicated the man to a chair before speaking. “What is the problem?”
“It’s the changes you requested, sir. They seem to be exactly the same as what the plans already called for.”
“But-” The president held himself, knowing instant rebuttal was not the answer. “Have you checked both together?”
“I have, sir. The specifications are exactly the same.”
“Do you have a copy of the changes with you?”
The man brought his folder onto the table and removed the necessary paperwork. After a quick scan of the document himself, he handed it over to the president, who then looked down it at a slower pace.
“I’m not sure this is the right document…” the president said after a while.
The project leader gave a small cough before replying. “It is, sir. The addresses on it, and the times, all match up. This is the document you sent to me a few days ago.”
“But I called for more power. A proper controller at the front and centre!” The president again held himself from saying more. “Put the project on hold until I can be sure of this. I will send you the changes again within an hour.”
With the meeting at a close, the president returned to his office. Within a few minutes of being sat down, the telephone rang. Upon answering, he heard Bill Trinen’s voice.
“Good day, sir. We have received the new batch of games you requested us to start localising, but there appears to be a mistake on your part. The document was sent with Mr Iwata’s email.”
The president looked shocked at this, which turned to confusion upon checking his computer and seeing his own email was logged in.
“I sent it with my own,” he answered. “It must simply be a system error.”
Trinen said he just wanted to be sure, and ended the call. The president put the phone down and looked back to his computer screen. He was again shocked to see mention of Iwata again. This time, it was his email being used to send a message to him – the president.
It took him a moment to consider his options. It made no sense that an email would be sent from that account, but it would be of no bother to have a quick look before deleting it and removing the account from the system.
The message was simple, and informal. It simply read “I think you still have much to learn, Mr President. About this company, and its values.”
With a scorn, he deleted the email and moved into the administration of the system. Mr Iwata’s email was no longer in the system.
The president was now confused again, and subconsciously scratched his head while moving back to his email. His hand came down as he noticed another email from Iwata’s account. He knew he should have reported it, but something kept him from doing so. The name was friendly, familiar, and it wasn’t doing no harm.
Checking out the new message, he was slightly alarmed to see it was the same one. He became more alarmed when he noticed the time stamp of the email was the same as the old one.
Against his better judgement, he replied to the email. He had only wrote “What do you mean,” including all of the formalities, but started to wish he hadn’t replied at all. So when the next message came, he shuddered to think what it might be. It could be scam. It could be some hack into the system. It could now well be feeding viruses into the system and stealing vital information – about those projects currently in the works, and those yet to be announced. And could jeopardise the new console that had to be kept secret.
So when he opened the email to read “My old friend, there is no need for formalities between us. I only want to help,” he couldn’t help but gape.
Somehow, Satoru Iwata was still alive.
“How can this be?” the president sent.
“I poured my life into the digital world. In return, it has given me something. I am within the server of Nintendo. I am happy that you have the job, but couldn’t help but notice a few mistakes you seem to be making.”
“Have you been the one changing documents?”
“Please understand. I did it only for the benefit of the company. The NX project is meant to be the next step in our making fun entertainment as best as it can be. One of the first things you changed when you were promoted was how that fun is delivered. It cannot be so, I am afraid. The NX project is not meant to be a competitor. Rather, it is meant to be something new. Something no-one has really seen before.”
“So it should stay the way you planned it? For the company? But the people want us to compete.”
“And so they do, but only the vocal negative. I am sure the rest of the people, our fans, are happy with the way things are.”
The president leant back in his chair. It was great to be talking to his friend again, but he felt puzzled by what he was being told to do. The NX had to stay the way it was, but if he had his way, the company could be directly competing with Microsoft and Sony, and even take away some of their fans. He said so in his next message.
“And so you blind yourself to our values,” Iwata replied back. “Our core principle is not to compete, but to entertain. Money is important, but not as important as the ties we have to our fans and the unique position we find ourselves in. If we try to compete, we lose what makes us special.”
“So if the NX stays the way it is, will we claw back from the low sales of the Wii U?”
“I cannot say. But we will be remembered as those who innovated in a unique way, directly to the consumer, no matter if the talk is positive or negative.”
From the word ‘directly’, something slotted into the president’s mind. “What of the Nintendo Directs? How will they be managed?”
“The same as they always were. The exact details will, of course, be left to you. How you present them will be your own doing.”
“Thank you for your guidance, Iwata-san. I will take all that you have said with respect.”
“I am happy to guide you, old friend.”
“And if you present yourself again? What do I say to the staff? All your colleagues. Friends.”
“(Laughs). Just tell them, the spirit of me lives on within these walls. I must be going now. Kirby wants to visit Onett with me. Pay heed to what we have discussed, and use it well. We will talk again sometime. We have much more to discuss. Goodbye.”
The president read these words with a smile on his face. It was true that the spirit of his old friend was within these walls, in a way. And it was true that competing was not the Nintendo way. It gave him warm feelings to think of Iwata, though, and what he must be doing within the digital world with all the characters that he helped create and work on.
It was also occurring to him that if he worked as hard as Iwata did, and put as much passion into his work, he too could someday wonder the worlds he helped work on.
For now though, he had some work to be doing, and it started with getting the NX back to work.
Part 1 [31/1/13]
"Well, that was a good day," Jaz says.
"Yes," Chris replies. "You got a Battle Droid model and I got Sonic Generations."
"Plus we had a lovely pork sandwich each."
"Oh! How could I forget that! They're just so nice!"
"Yes. I remember that time you wanted to back for one."
Jaz and Chris were the best of friends. They had all the same likes, and both had a creative streak. The former dark and the latter pale, Jaz had black hair and Chris had shorter brown hair. They were both roughly the same size.
Taking a left turn up a road and to their usual path through a gulley surrounded by greenery, they could get to the college quicker than the normal route. They had some time left before the next lesson, but they wanted time to rest after the walking they had done.
The first sign of the college came as they exited the gulley. The two then cross the road and walk into the college grounds through the car park entrance.
"There are only a few people around it seems," Chris says.
"Yes," Jaz agrees. "Indeed- Wait! They're not people. It's Battle Droids!"
"Are you- It is."
"Hey!" one of the Battle Droids call. It then runs up to them. "Sorry to disturb you, but we're looking for someone called The Doctor and his apprentice, DarkRula. Do you know where they are?"
"No. Sorry," Jaz replies.
"Nope. Never heard of them at all," Chris adds.
The two start walking away, through the car park of the college, but the Battle Droid shouts "Wait!" and the two look back.
"Have you ever shot anything before?" the Battle Droid then asks.
"God! We're college students!" Jaz exclaims. "They don't teach us to use guns in a media course." he then adds, with his voice injected with sarcasm in the last five words.
The Battle Droid then seems to start shaking, announcing "Oh, my circuitry seems to be going haywi- AAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The Battle Droid then drops its gun and electrical currents start spreading across its body. Jaz and Chris turn away and walk to Block 7 again.
"How are we doing for time?" Jaz asks.
"Dead on time we should be in," Christ says, checking his watch.
"Oh well, it's not like we need to be dead on time anyway. Besides, there's at least a two minute wait when we get there for Scott to come."
The two continue walking to Block 7, where they reach the doors and see no-one on the lower floor. Taking the stairs up, they turn right to look outside the classroom door. No-one is outside.
"Maybe they're already in," Chris says.
Jaz walks forward, with Chris following, and opens the door, saying "Sorry we're late Sco-" when he is brought up short.
Looking up at them from the seats where the class should be sat, either at the sides of the large table in the middle of the classroom or around it on the computers, are twenty Battle Droids.
Part 2 [7/2/13]
"This sure is weird," Chris states.
"I agree dear chap," Jaz says. "What do you think is going on?"
"The droids are trying to draw us out."
"You think? Why did they mention our characters?"
"Are you going to come in and sit down?" the Battle Droid stood at the front of the class asks.
Chris ignores this question completely and continues talking with Jaz. "Because they know our characters, and probably want to meet the creators or them. They've probably come here from another universe and want to kill the creators of the characters so that our characters cannot harm them any long-"
"Hold on," the Battle Droids says. "Did you say our?"
The conversation was brought up short.
"Oops," Chris says.
"Come on, dear chap," Jaz states. "I say... we run?"
The two run down the stairs. Looking back, the droids weren't coming just yet, so they continue to run. Out of Block 7, they run the path between Block 4 and the car park.
"Oh. One more thing!" Jaz says. Veering right into the car park, through the bushes, he heads to the fallen Battle Droid, which was still there, and picks up its blaster. "Just in case," he then says as he reaches Chris' side.
"And now we run," Chris says.
The two run out of the main campus, following the same route they used to get to the college, down the side road and onto the main road, where they follow the road from the right, then around the roundabout from the right side.
Taking the usual route through the churchyard, the two reach the main town centre of Halesowen. Slowly, they walk forward looking around in case any Battle Droids decided to jump them. As they walk forward, Jaz pockets the stolen blaster and says, "Chris, I have a bad feeling about this."
Part 3 [1/3/13]
For one, there isn’t anyone around. It is eerily quiet.
Walking forward, the two look inside the shops, but all of them are empty. When they reach the main shopping mall, even that is empty.
Still walking slowly, the two look around at the shops. As they pass Gamestation, a smash of glass makes both Jaz and Chris whip round to face the window to see nothing but broken glass.
A laser bolt then rips between the space of the two teens. Chris then spots something. “Commando Droids.”
Revealed, they flip over the bench. Two of them. Matte black and gleaming. Jaz and Chris run, with Chris shouting “Jaz! What happened to that blaster you salvaged!”
“Erm…” Jaz looks down at his pockets and spots the blaster in a pocket. “Aha! There it is.” Swiping it, he looks at it, and stops. Chris stops as well. “Erm… Chris, you use it.” Jaz then tosses the blaster to Chris, who sights up on a Commando Droid and shouts “Yes! Mandalorian time! Eat laser, buckethead!” He then turns to Jaz. “Run. I’ll cover you.”
Jaz runs, and Chris snaps off five shots, turns and runs, then twists and fires two more shots, before spotting Jaz and running into ASDA. Both run up the stairs and reach the café.
“Have you noticed we are the only people here?” Jaz asks.
“I know,” Chris replies. “We was only gone for twenty minutes, and everyone seems to have disappeared. This is getting stranger all the time.”
“Hmm. I agree, dear chap… There is more to this than meets the eye.”
“Maybe if we could find out where everyone has got to…” Chris says, getting a drink out of his bag.
“Indeed… But first of all, we need to try and avoid all these droids.”
“Especially the Commando’s.” Chris puts his drink back after having a swig, and swings his bag back onto his shoulders.
The two then walk back to the stairs and look down them before slowly walking down. At the ground floor, in the indented exit of the stairs, and Jaz looks around the wall. It appears clear.
“Hmm… Interesting. I can’t see them at all… I can tell this is a trap.”
“Well we have a blaster,” Chris says, “so why not use it?” Jaz nods and Chris continues. I go out first. If I call, then it’s okay to come out.”
“Good point. Well… It’s now or never!”
Chris then remembers that he had left the blaster on a table when he had took a drink, and forgot to pick it up. Instead of telling Jaz this, he runs around the corner and sees nothing. Calling Jaz, Jaz then runs around the corner as well. The two start walking
down an isle of clothes, when the two Commando Droids jump from another isle and land in front of them.
Chris then feels a pressure against his thigh and reaches down to feel the blaster. Bringing it up with speed, he sights it on one of the Commando Droids.
“Surrender. We have you now,” one of the Commando Droids intone.
“Well, technically, dear chaps, if you think about it, we outnumber you,” Jaz says.
“They aren’t stupid like the B-1’s,” Chris whispers to Jaz, as the Commando Droid says “I do not think so.”
Marching then sounds up, and Jaz and Chris turn around to see a squad of B-1 Battle Droids walking up the isles. Those isles are then ripped away, and in place of them line Super Battle Droids and Droidekas.
“Put your weapon down,” one of the Commando Droids says.
Chris does as he is told, whispering to Jaz as he does, “There are too many of them, and personally, I’d like to live through this.”
“Hm. I agree with you,” Jaz whispers back.
One of the Super Battle Droids then walks up to the two and puts binders on both of them. The Commando Droids level their blasters upon the two, and fire upon them.
1] The original idea of making a website came through my friend of The JazNetwork and Paradox Audios. Jaz and me were planning an audio adventure series the previous year in November, and during this planning, and script writing, I was also thinking of other stories I could write. Before I had even thought of this website, and even the logo, I was posting the two stories on Facebook under my profile. After the six days, I was planning on starting the second episodes for the day after, when Jaz said it would be much easier to make a website to host them on. And so I started, after uploading all of the episodes on Facebook to the website, adding new parts to the stories.
2] The name comes from my initials. Christopher Searle = C.S. Surely not though, you might ask. But the fact is, I used to do signatures with just my initials. Obviously I couldn't carry this on for when I actually had to do signatures, and if I joined the C and S up it left a gap or no gap at all. This was rectified by using a very small capital D in between the two. I eventually decided to adopt this for this website, but since I couldn't just leave it at that, I had to come up with a proper name. I'm dealing with stories, on a website, that are made via myself with little or a lot of improvisation. The initials just fit the name. And then as a shorthand, so I didn't have to compete with all those CD online retailers, I kept the CDS, and added 'media' all in capitals and directly after.
3] The true origins, I guess, are from my creativity. Anything I made, be it game idea, story or film idea, potentially other stuff as well, I wanted a label I could place on it all. However, no such luck came, although there were a few names back in the day, and the CDS one stuck strong, plastered through pages in my notebooks, though it had a lot of different names for it.
4] There are some things that I like more than others. And one is creativity. That's why not a lot of forward planning will go into the stories. I have a general idea of where I want them to go, but if I think of a better idea, that will go instead.
However, there is a major fan fiction I am giving a lot of planning for, and a lot of planning is going into a story I won't be revealing for a long time to come. The creative thinking and little planning is what makes some of these stories.
5] The first original creation story on this website isn't exactly the first I have written. It is, however, the one I have most worked on. Besides the story itself, I've also been planning the maps of certain areas which I hope to get online soon. A lot of effort has gone into this one, but the main one I started has had the most planning go into it.
6] Now then. This was originally just a fan fiction site. Why'd I post original creations? Simple answer is I wanted to showcase my own work and ideas away from existing brands while still able of showing off different story arcs within the fan fiction. Some might even show the same story arcs, but you can see the differences away from an established brand than in one.
7] Doctor Who: The Star Wars Chronicles could have been a whole lot different if the original ideas for the audios had been accepted as they were. And that would have meant a whole new backstory. That, of course, would have affected the whole of what you read of Doctor Who: The Star Wars Chronicles.
8] Just a short note, before I did this website, I was considering what I could do. One of the first things I did was treble-mixes of songs. I would take three songs of the same artist and join them together. I only ever did two however, before I scrapped it and deleted them from my Youtube channel.
9] Animation has really been at my core, and before I started properly at writing on this website, most of what I do I wanted to do as animations. I've watched a lot of films that are animated, and I love cartoons. So why couldn't I have done something like that? Easy. Experience. One year on, I'm still gaining that experience, although anyone who's seen my animated works would probably say "what experience is left to get?" However, I'm still growing in that area, but maybe you'll see something next year.
10] Some people have influences. In fact most, if not all, people do. Mine? The songs of Sonic games. That's the most prominent one. Others include Star Wars and Harry Potter? Haven't you ever noticed the references? While I am not going to outright copy and call it my own if it isn't, everyone does references. "May the Forza be with you?" anyone?
11] My only wish is that eventually I can expand this website to animation as well. While there is some animation on my other Youtube Channel, that has mostly been work for school/college, and not directly for this website or the company. Now that I have freedom to do what I want [to a certain extent], I'm hoping to have an animation done by Christmas.
12] There are loads of fan fiction everywhere. Too much to count. There are websites out there that catalogue people's fan-fiction, places to upload chapters at a time, but this website will accept any fan-fiction as well. And, of course, each one will be credited by that person, and if they have more than one, they will have their own section on this website.
13] The way I do stories will now be revealed. Each part should last thirty lines each. It can go over, and should be no little than two lines under, but it should fit thirty lines of Weebly's own editor. If I write stories on Microsoft Office Word, I usually aim for twenty-five lines per part. It will go over, but that doesn't matter.
14] The stories themselves will take one of three forms. Either six parts per chapter, ten parts per chapter, or a random number of parts under six per chapter. The act system is used with some stories, and each act is allowed three or four chapters per act. This gives the longer stories a more presentable display. Those that don't have an act system will most likely be those that have under twelve chapters.
15] Consider this. Many times I have missed uploading, or haven't done so for a time. Is there a reason to do so? Well, if the uploads of stories are going so quickly that there is no room for suspense, then stopping for a while to keep people guessing is one way of creating such suspense. An extreme example of this was when Pokémon: Shadow Boom was stopped for at least half of the year after the episode four twelve part special.
16] This day is my birthday, which means a lot of presents and money which means DVD's, games, LEGO sets and more to give me even more ideas, and this year has been a good haul.
17] I feel like I am repeating myself on some areas, and there isn't obviously twenty-five full facts of CDSMEDIA, so anything story related will be posted on CDSBLOGS under this websites section, so I'll be signing off with this, and enjoy the stories. However, I will post about this websites future for the remaining seven parts of this.
18] While this design has served us well, I feel a new one is in order. This will better establish the site, and it can also serve as a universal format when I start adding more sites. Changes will include a more streamlined banner, and better colour matching for titles of chapters.
19] More stories means even more space on the menu. Subsections would be the easiest thing to implement, and that's exactly what I intend to do. There will only be subsections started when a second story has been completed, so I think you can tell what the first subsection title will be.
20] I've shortened this down to twenty now, so this is the last post here. The Eighteenth of January. Remember that date. That is the day of Cyber Digital Services' first anniversary. And that will be the date of a new story starting. And also the day of the universal changes to both this website and CDSBLOGS.
And as a birthday treat, a surprise is waiting.
They said that the crazy golf would be well upgraded from the last one at the regular holiday park I go to. They weren't wrong.
It took up a whole field and also twisted and turned, rose and fell with no apparent end. It circled a lake, and must have cost them a lot of money.
The first hole had you putting the ball into a launcher tube which then took it up about ten meters on a seventy degree incline before it curved back down and slammed the ball onto the course again. As for me, I had to walk it up stairs. It was then a simple matter of putting the ball into the hole.
The second hole had fans which turned on and off at random intervals. The trick was to wait until the fans had just turned off, then hit the ball as fast as you can. Then it was a slight incline, with a fan behind the hole which would stop the ball getting up the incline when on.
The third hole was, quite literally, a rollercoaster. The ball had to be hit onto a mini coaster train, which would then close up and shoot off. Again, the player had to walk it. By now, I was getting tired. When I arrived, the train was nowhere in sight. It then pulled up again. It had done another circuit. Pressing a button on the side before it could start up again shut it off. I then hit the ball into the hole, which was at the bottom of a slide. Again, a small slide so I couldn't use it. A look downwards told me not to even bother risking it. I was now at least fifteen meters off the ground.
The forth hole features a loop the loop, and was designed like a Sonic the Hedgehog level. It was curving around the lake, and was the longest hole of the course.
The fifth hole was a maze. Quite literally, a maze. To get down to it, there was a proper slide, but the ball had to be hit softly, otherwise it wouldn't go down the slide - more like fall and get lost in the maze. It took me two hours to get out, since it was that big.
Thankfully, the holes were getting shorter, with the sixth being little more than a bridge over the river that connects the lake to another. The seventh was a roundabout on a road, with the eighth having the ball putted through a full sized ASDA. The ninth rose up, then down again, over something resembling a hill. On the downward part, it curved around the hill banking so that it matched the exact contours of it.
I had got around the course, but when I looked the time in the rest room it had only been five minutes since I'd set off. Looking at my watch, it said exactly the same thing.
Shaking my head, I exit the building and go ahead to do something else, my tiredness also abated as well as the phenomenal time taken.
Part 1 [1/9/12]
The arcade is a wonderful place. Lots of lights, noise and machines. I really like the racing games, even if I do find them a bit of a rip off.
But even more of a rip off, are the grabber machines. They have lots of toys for you get. If you can. The whole thing is a fix, and that's where this story starts.
I was getting real mad at this one grabber machine that just wouldn't let me capture this Angry Bird no matter how much I tried. So far, I had put about ten quid in, and that's not counting all the other days I've spent money on this machine.
And so, the last pound for this day and I've got two turns left. Holding the forward button, the crane of the grabber moves more to the back. Then holding the left button, and the crane goes left. As soon as I let the left button go, the crane starts moving down.
I was after the black Angry Bird, the only one in this machine. And no other machines held Angry Birds.
The crane hits the bottom and the three prongs have covered the toy. They close up on it, and the crane starts moving up. As soon as it hits the top, the toy gets released as the crane wobbles.
That was it!
In frustration I kicked out at the machine. My foot caught in the prize flap. As I tried to get it free, my other foot was hopping about as I try to keep steady.
Some strange sensation then takes me and the next thing I see is a room full of people. The grabber machine had gone.
"Oh look," one of the other people say, "another one's just come along."
"Another one what?" I ask.
"Another frustrated person."
The man points upward. "They don't like it when there are people angrier than they are."
"What are you on about?"
A door then opens. Every wall is green, so the door was hidden. The black Angry Bird that I had been trying to get then jumps through the door, followed by two of the red. They then start talking with each other, not that we could understand what they were saying.
Caught as I was by the sight of this, I hadn't noticed that everyone else had pressed themselves to the walls. The three Angry Birds then jump to me. One of them then picks me up with its wing.
All four of us then go back through the door. I close my eyes.
I then hear raucous laughter that sounds more like chirruping birds. When I open my eyes again I am blinded by the amount of light streaming through the glass.
I was in the main bay of the arcade machine.
Part 2 [4/9/12]
I wanted to escape, but the Angry Bird that had grabbed me was holding on tight. Soon I was left in the middle, and all the other Angry Birds were getting restless.
They started closing in on me. As one was about to jump on me, I ducked. It bowled me over, and was still. I managed to work my way from underneath it to look through the glass.
The reason they had all gone still was that someone had seen the machine and was now looking in.
I looked longingly at the crane, willing it to start moving. When it did, I was startled, but then I heard the voice of the person - "Oh! Someone must have left some credit left in it."
I was thankful I had got captured when I did. But, keeping an eye on the crane, I saw where it was heading. Quickly I ran to the Angry Bird it was capturing and managed to grab hold of the beak.
It wasn't far to the hole where the won prizes dropped. Carefully noting this, I planned to wait. But as it hit the top, the Angry Bird started to fall. I swear I heard it laughing.
I wasn't going to wait to hit the bottom, however, and took a running jump at the hole. I was going to make it. I really was. But instead I hit glass. I fell, and so did my hopes of getting out of here.
The Angry Birds were bound to start moving again any second. One look confirmed they were still. Taking a few steps back, I saw why. The girl was still looking into the machine, gazing longingly at the Angry Birds.
"What are you looking at?" I then here through the glass.
"I want one of those!" the girl exclaims.
"Here you go then," the other voice says. "But that's all your getting. We've got to get a move on."
I had no idea how much he had given the girl, so I planned to get out on the first go. And I would do so by grabbing the crane, not the prize.
I was in luck. The cranes top had come all the way down to the bottom, so I could easily grab hold of it. I wished the Angry Birds could have seen that escape. The crane then hits the top, then starts making its way back over the hole.
At which point, I had a problem. The height was too much. From the outside looking down as a human, it hardly looks any distance. But from the prizes point of view, the drop is scary.
But as it was either a quick end by dropping, or whatever the Angry Birds had planned, I figured it would be quicker and easier to choose when to die. And so I drop from the crane, but grab hold of the top of the glass to stem the fall.
My arms feel the force of that impact and it feels like all I want to be doing is letting go. But I realise that I am now stuck. The prize flap can only be opened from the outside. Which means I need to wait for a prize to be won.
Looking up, the crane starts moving again. The grumbling and growling of it...
That can't be the crane. Looking down at the Angry Birds, I see that they are the ones grumbling and growling, having realised that I've gone.
I see the crane capture one of them, and as it is lifted up, I see its eyes lock onto me. And from where I was, I saw something else. It had grabbed hold of one part of the crane.
Apparently, they didn't want me to escape.
But from this, I knew I could escape. As soon as it dropped, I could grab it and be free. Which is exactly what I did. The fur of the Angry Bird stemmed the impact to the floor, and as the prize flap opened, I ran and jumped out of it.
I was looking down on the Angry Birds. Through glass. I was full sized again!
No-one seemed to have noticed. The family were preoccupied by what the girl had won. Instead, I went searching for an arcade engineer. I told him that I had heard a weird sound coming from one of the machines, and slowly led him to it, to give the family time to move on.
By the time we got there, they had. The man opens up the machine with the Angry Birds in it, and, not that he noticed, all those that were trapped escaped as well.
The engineer clearly stated there was nothing wrong with the machine. I barely heard him. I was just thankful that the Angry Birds wouldn't be torturing anyone else because of my escape.
It was the morning of college, and the group were sat in the second floor computer room. All the computer monitors were black squares, with the computers thenselves underneath the light brown and cream tables. Arranged in four rows from the door, the first row had ten computers, five each side back to back with each other. The next two rows only had eight, four each side. All these computers were running Windows XP. To the right of these was a long dark brown desk with a lot of clutter and two computers with square black monitors. To the back of the room were two hexagon shaped tables and an octagonal one. Behind these were a lot of computers, white and rectangular. These were the Apple Macs.
Since it was nearly the end of the year, the students were just playing games or finishing work. Occasionally, they would flit their head to the left side from the door to look out of the window. For the past half hour, the sky had been steadily darkening.
"Soon to be lightning," Chris states. "Just hope we don't have to go out in it."
"How do you know it's going to thunder and lightning?" the boy sitting next to him says. This was Ryan, and he had a lot of spots on his peachy face.
Amy, a medium height girl with long brown hair, walks to the window. "I swear I just saw a flash outside."
"Oh probably nothing," Shannon remarks.
"It's definitely raining."
"Guys! I've just had an idea," a dark skinned tall male says. His name is Jaz, and he is a lively lad. "I'll go ask Scott!"
"Come on then Jaz," the female next to him says. Curly ginger hair, this girls name is Kayleigh. "Let's go see him together."
So the both of them walk out of the room.
"Another flash," Amy, who is still at the window, says.
This attracts more people to the windows, who start looking for the lightning. One of the teachers sat at the right hand desk notices the restlessness of the students. "Now come on," she says, "get back to your computers."
Most do, but Amy and Chris remain. Amy then returns a short while later, leaving Chris staring in wonder outside.
Jaz and Kayleigh then return, with Scott in tow. With a small stubble and sideburns of brown hair and a slightly chiseled face, he says to the class "Sorry people, but I can't get anywhere else for us. So that means you've got to go to Block five."
Grumbles follow this, but Chris hardly notices.
"Just to let you know," Scott says, and then disappears through the door.
"Oh well," Jaz says. "It'll be an adventure." he quickly glances at the window, where the rain is now visible as it thunders down on the ground. It is almost pitch black outside.
A great rolling boom of thunder then sounds that no-one can miss. All look up. A blinding flash lights the whole area and the glass on the roof shatters, falling down over people. The light dissipates, and the lights inside the room flicker then die. All the computers monitors then go blank. The computers all die.
One goes further however, and sparks, igniting the unlucky persons trousers. That unlucky person is Ryan, and as he tries to batter the flames, everyone else starts to panic.
"Okay!" the teachers calls. "No need to panic. Just head to Block five. I'm sure you'll be safer there!"
The teacher then runs to Ryan, as the rest gather their belongings and head of of the room. Another flash of lightning, which looks even more awesome out in the sparsely populated lobby of Block seven. Walking down some stairs to the right of the computer room, the group arrives outside Block seven's entrance lobby, which was already full of people watching the storm.
Another boom of thunder.
"Well, I'm going. I'm not waiting here," Jaz says, and then turns to Liam. Liam nods, and then the two run out into the storm.
Other people then start charging into the entrance lobby, making it even more crowded. The others of the group, of which Jaz and the others only partly communicated with, walk out of the entrance as though there isn't a storm on. As they turn left, walking around the first floor computer room, a scream is heard at another flash of lighting.
This lightning seems different though, as if it was concentrated to a certain area. Shannon, Amy and the other girls quickly run to the opposite door, which is the entrance to Block four, leaving Chris on his own.
After the next flash of lightning dissipates, Chris runs out of the entrance lobby, turning left and charging around the first floor computer room, then turns right, following the small alley between Block four and Block five. On his way he saw a crowd of four around a charred mess that could only have been another person.
As Chris reaches the exit of the small alley, he goes to turn left into the entrance lobby of Block five.
Another roll of thunder. Chris, not slowing, starts to make the turn, but then catches one foot over the other and falls into a large puddle just as Amy, Shannon and the other girls of the group exit from another door into Block four. They gasp as they see Chris go down.
Shannon runs out as Chris tries to get up and fails, but a voice from the entrance to Block five stops her.
Shannon does as commanded and quickly steps back, and not a moment too soon.
Another flash of lightning, followed by forked lightning, which homes in on the puddle and strikes. Chris is instantly writhing in convulsions as the electric of the lightning spreads into and through his body.
Shannon, who still had a foot in the puddle jumped it out quickly as the electric hit her foot. She then ran into Block five, making sure to avoid the puddle. The others still in Block four take the chance and run across the stretch of plaza and into Block five, also making sure to avoid the puddle.
The rain was now coming down harder than ever, and the multiple puddles of flash flood formed into one massive plaza-filling sea. By now, Chris had stopped his convulsions, and was lying still on the ground. Braving it, Shannon ran out and grabbed an arm. A small shock ran through her hand, but she didn't let go.
Jaz, realising what she was trying to do, runs out as well, and grabs Chris' other arm. Together, they drag him into Block five and look upon him. Another flash of lightning.
"I wonder how he is?" Jess asks, speaking what they all must have been thinking. Looking out, they see that smoke has started rising in the direction of Block one.
Scott then arrives. "We've been told to evacuate. But how we're meant to do that, I don't know. I say we just wait in our classroom for now." He looks down at Chris and voices "We'll see what we can do for him when we get to the classroom."
And so, with Jaz, Shannon, Jess and Liam carrying Chris, the group make their way through a set of double doors and into a corridor, where they walk to the other end. Scott then unlocks a room on the left side and they all pile in.
As they start to get settled, they notice something outside.
The rain has stopped. It is starting to get lighter outside, and no more lightning or thunder strikes.
But still no electric works. No lights. No computers.
Sparks then erupt from every wall as the electric supply goes into overload.
Crazy Shorts are simple stories that only take a short amount of time to write. Maybe just one part, or one episode of up to six parts. If a crazy short is started, it won't conflict with other stories on here. In other words, the two regular parts uploaded of the main stories, plus a part of this. Bear in mind though, that the upload of these will be random and not follow a timetable of additions like the main stories do.