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The Disney Land Files!

 
 
Reply Fri 15 Apr, 2005 08:06 pm
I started this story based on an idea from a friend. He suggested that I should go on and write a story about my main man, Sekar going to Disney Land. Of course, Tidal Ryu is this friend's charecter from various Internet Roel Plays. Just tell me what you guys think.. I beg of you... If you do, I promise more of this.


The Disney Land Files: The Tickets [/u]

Sekar had been having a hard tome being a priest in the recent weeks. Everyday, some idiot mother would bring her spoiled child/children and let them play Game Boy in Church all day long. The kids would add comments like, "You smell……bad…" and "Do you know anything about God?" Sekar would nod and smile, but was holding in all of his recent frustration. However, he had that possibility of salvation, as he had noticed that the High Priest had been saving money to help the poor kids in Africa, he had been selling holy water everyday, outside the church door for three weeks straight. Sekar decided to go walk to the High Priest.

It was a beautiful day, the sun was glimmering above all, people were happy with their bratty children. Sekar walked towards the wooden table just outside the church. The desk wasn't heavily crafted, it only had a poster that read, "Buy Holy Water or you will burn in Hell!!!" the word "Hell" had been underlined three times deeply. On the poster was a poorly drawn picture of a man burning in Hell, wearing ragged clothing, blood covering his face and above him was a speech bubble announcing, "Why didn't I buy some of their Holy Water. I'm suffering the eternal fate. Why?"

On the desk was the High Priest, Adam, dozing off again. Sekar could tell that the holy water was selling like hot cakes in a third-world country that were free; except the holy water wasn't free, it was expensive. And eating Hot Cakes in a third-world country goes against their religion. The bottles of Holy water were plied upon the High Priest. Sekar began to shake the High Priest to awaken him. Then the High Priest jumped off from his feet and his nap shouting,

"That's the last time you kill my family!" Then not realizing what he just said, sits back down and says, "Oh hey, Sekar."

"Hi! I was just wondering how the whole Holy Water sell is going" Sekar asked while staring at his feet. Ignoring Sekar's weird body language, he takes a chart from under the table and tells Sekar that,

"Well according to these charts, the church has made a profit of…….negative twenty hundred dollars." Disappointed, Sekar moans a small,

"Oh…" Then Sekar began to imagine the possibilities of what to do with the money. He could buy an iron shirt, or maybe, two iron shirts. Or maybe, he could hire a fashion publicist, and then the consultant could tell him how to dress. He could become one of those Hot Boys from the magazines. When he got the attention he got, then he would go fire the publicist. Then overtime, he would lose out to the newest fashions and would have to rehire the publicist. The publicist would refuse at first, crossing her/his arms, but eventually when Sekar would promise to never use people like that again, she/he would get working with him again. Then he would fire the publicist again. They would go to court; Sekar would lose and become poor. Then he would learn his lesson and never do that again. Sekar sighed; so much potential can be done with money. Then Sekar said,

"Let's go buy a gallon of dark triple-chocolate ice cream, watch a episode of ?'Sex and the City', cry out our problems because we fail at life and then go to sleep…crying." He high-fived the High Priest who was giving an approving gesture.

Out of nowhere a giant fat man, wearing a tuxedo and holding a leather briefcase at his side advances to the table. He began to read the sign aloud,

"…Buy…Holy….Water…" Then the man rubbed his chin and began to go into deep false contemplation. Then with great happiness, he said in a sad voice,

"My wife is always incredibly…incredibly thirsty; I would like to purchase some of your holy water." Sekar was going to say, "It's not for drinking" but the man placed his hefty suitcase on the table, opened it to reveal piles of folding, crisp hundred dollar bills. Sekar began to drool. The High Priest, disrupting Sekar's ecstatic sate, said,

"We have to make sure you have enough money" Both the priests began to dip their hands into the piles of endless money. While they counted the money, the rich fat man pulled out a cigarette and lit it. A whiney, high-pitched voice was heard from the background,

"Smoking is bad for youuuu! It causes cancerrrr and Aidsssss." Sekar thought it was another one of those bratty children, trying to fend for justice, and emulating what the kid saw in an anti-drug commercial. However, a smaller figure appeared out of the crowd. The figure was dressed in a wyvern cloak, held a katana to his back, and had white hair with two discolored eyes. The albino held his arms to his back and hopped to the booth, ignoring the scorn from the fat rich man's face. The albino tried to pull the cigarette from the man's mouth, but the man was too tall and fat. Oh no, it's that smelly albino, Tidal. I thought I drove him away with all those ?'your mom' jokes.

"I said; smoking is baddddd! Don't you get itttt?!" The man ignored the short albino. Then the albino began screaming out of frustration, and ripped his shirt off. Underneath was a masculine inside, made of toughed muscle. Then the Albino pulled out a machine gun and said,

"In the name of God; thee not guilty." The Albino started to shoot at the rich fat man with the cigarette. The bullets made the man go through intense pain; every bullet punctured him the strength of a dozen raging bull horns. When it was all gone, the albino took a deep breath,

"How is Hell for you; you, dirty cigarette smoking" Feebly the fat man cried out,

"Actually, I see white pearly things, and gold. Lots of gold. I think I'm actually going to…AH GOD! NO! IT CAN'T BE! WHAT'S HAPPENING! I CAN'T STAND IT. I WILL GO THROUGH ETERNAL PAIN. WHY? WHY DIDN'T I FINALIZE MY PURCHASE OF HOLY WATER!? THAT WOULD'VE SAVED ME! I WILL DIE, KNOWING MY WIFE IS INCREDIBLY, INCREDIBLY THRISTY!" Then the fat man stopped moving. At this time, Sekar and the High Priest had collecting the money from the rich fat man. To their dismay, he was dead. Then they partied a bit, though they had to bury him, they get to keep his briefcase. The Albino slowly fixed his shirt and pulled it back on,

"Remember, candy gives out herpes" He gave a happy glance. Sekar, holding his happiness inside, though allowing some of it to leak outward; as he was trembling, asked,

"Well…You know what that means?"

"No, what?" said the High Priest. Sekar, pleased with outsmarting the High Priest with the possibilities of everything said,

"We should go buy more dark triple-chocolate ice cream, then we could buy a Ti-Vo, buy all the episodes of ?'Sex and the City' on DVD. Then afterwards, we could have one giant pillow fight with the rest of the White-Robed Priests here." Then the Albino, eavesdropping, warned that,

"Nooooo! Ice Cream gives diabetessssss. ?'Sex and the City' gives out s-t-dssss." Sekar nodded to the Albino and said the first unselfish thing for the day,

"You're right, Tidal. How about we go donate the money to Africa?" The whiny little Albino then said,

"Noooo! Africa has aidsssss. You know what you should doooo?" Sekar signaled him to continue, he did, "We should go to Disneyworld!" The High Priest, listening to Tidal jumped from his chair again and said,

"No way. I had a bad experience there. Do you want to hear it? I know the narrator should go say that you guys said ?'yes' but since he's a lazy butt, he chose to have me continue then rather hear what you losers have to say about this. You got it, you lazy punks? You can't say ?'no'. HAHAHAHAAHA! When I was a young child, my family and I went to Disneyworld. It was on ?'Wear a flashy business suit day' and we were dressed for the occasion. Then my Mother and Father sprayed themselves with ?'Donald Trump' fragrance, which smells like the money we didn't have. Then while we were there, this brigade came to us and said, ?'Yo, give us the money that we don't have'. And my father was like, ?'we don't have any money, especially the ones you don't have. ' And then again, we were like, ?'We don't have any money'. And were like, ?'Yes you do'. Then they put knifes to our throats, and told us that we look like we had money. Then we told them that, ?'We spent all the money on French fries and ketchup. Today is ?'Wear a flashy business suit'' day.' They didn't believe us. Then they told us that it was, ?'Kill the parents and leave behind the children behind, so they can become the anti-heroes of tomorrow day'. Then they cut my parent's throats in front of Zeppelin and me. Then one of the brigade members said, ?'Oh, wait. That's on the fifteenth. We're really sorry.' Then the brigade walked off. Then the worse day came, I stepped on some gum. Needless to say, we never had another ?'Wear a flashy business suit day' again. And I swore off the Donald Trump Fragrance." Sekar said,

"What are you talking about, I can smell you. You're wearing it."

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are"

"No, I'm not"

"Yes, you are"

"No, I'm not times two"

"Yes times infinity, times infinity…" The High Priest dropped the bombshell, which he had been preserving forever,

"No to the infinite power to the infinite power to the infinite power." The alluring smell of money was present but the High Priest won the contest, even though he was wearing Donald Trump Fragrance. Sekar was disappointed at his failure. Then the Albino who was patiently watching them suggested,

"Disney Land is brigade-free and doesn't have a ?'Kill the parents and leave behind the children behind, so they can become the anti-heroes of tomorrow day' besides, you guys seem to be a bit above that age when you need parents."

All three of them agreed on that, and so began the greatest adventure known to man, they left the rich fat man's body there. Another priest took care of it. The priest, who took care of the deed, nearly broke his back. The man was fat and the sky was blue.

The End………………or is it? It really is, I'm lying. I have no reason to continue this story on………………or do I?
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Bekaboo
 
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Reply Sun 17 Apr, 2005 02:11 pm
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Bekaboo wrote:
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I don't even know what that means... Does that mean you bookmarked this or something. Well, anyways, due to the raging demand, allow me to post the second portion,

The Disney Land Files: Sendra, the adulterer [/u]

"This way! To the glue factory!" An eerie voice cried out. Sekar didn't know what to do, he did like glue, or at least in the dream. There had been so many wonderful childhood memories where he glued his fingers together. It would remain that way for hours, or at least until the kids stopped kicking him into the mud. Then he reached a door, and opened it. Inside was the worlds' greatest supply of glue ever. Sekar jumped into the pool and began to devour.

Sekar's pillow was wet; there was so much drool on it. Adam was already snickering to his friend, Tidal, the albino. They would laugh, but laughing would cause Baby Cancer, so they snickered and snickered well. Then the Albino took out a blue wrapper with chocolate inside, which read "Crunch". Although chocolate caused diabetes, he took a giant bite into it. At that very time, the heavens and the Earth began to rumble, and an earthquake began, and then it died down.

"That's the power of a Crunch bar™" boasted Sekar, springing up from his bed. Then he winked and gave thumbs up signal, looking into an invisible camera. Then his smile died down as he mumbled, "Where's Shaq? He's supposed to be here."

"Oh," said the albino, scuffing his feet against the floor. "We couldn't get him; instead we got Sendra, the adulterer." Out of nowhere a small cat-like, covered in light fur, with green eyes and shoulder-length brown hair man holding a paladin's spear entered the room, or at least enters the dialogue. Sekar is a bit bewitched on why the adulterer is hiding in the church,

"Hey! What is he doing in our commercial? What experience has he had?" Sekar demanded with an angry voice. People did enter his room without copyrighted consent. And occasionally left garbage, actually they always left garbage. And sometimes, people would go and make one big pigsty. Still, he didn't like cats, or any other animals that could talk. Sendra grinned widely and talked to Sekar,

"I've been in all kinds of movies. Have you heard of, ?'Ready to Blow'?" Sekar shook his head; Sendra threw another title at them,

"Uh, how about, ?'Major Hairball'?" Sekar shook his head again,

"?'The Cat's meooooow?'" Sekar nodded his head up and down,

"No."

"Uh, how about ?'The Adventures of Leather Catman'" Sekar didn't ever hear of these movies. He began to wonder why, but the albino whined,

"Porn movies are bad. And they cause AIDSSSSS" Sekar then corrected the Albino,

"Don't you have Aids, Tidal?"

"Nu-uh" He stuck his tongue out at Sekar.

"Yeah"

"Nu-uh" Tidal's voice raged,

"We went to the doctor's yesterday. I even have the certificate that reads: ?'Tidal Ryu has AIDS'" Sekar pulled out the thing from his bedside. It wasn't a forgery, a doctor that doesn't own a degree in malpractice didn't sign it, rather, a real doctor signed it; A doctor with real life issues, and problems. The kind of doctor who would work at the ?'ER'; one of NBC's finest shows on the air still to this day; It's full of suspense and Tidal Ryu began to cry. Then he left the room. Out of nowhere, a phone appears; a phone shaped like a football rings. I was so very tempted to use a banana phone. Adam picked it up,

"Mhmmm. Mhm," Then he slams the phone down, "That was Zeppelin, he says that he can't come to Disneyland with us. He claims that he's after gazelles. He says that they're after him, and that they hold a secret that they aren't willing to share. He has been after them for five weeks. According to him, the insane asylum people are pursuing after him. He doesn't want to go back there, he told me. He also claims to have Jesus, Santa, the Easter Bunny, and an intelligent blond holding hands in the woods, along with musical guest stars, Jessica Simpson, Simple Plan, Spontaneous Combustion and other people that you don't care about. Then he described the illusions to me, very vehement, very scary. I must have been listening to him blabber for at least a good hour, on this football-shaped phone." At this time, Sendra was clasping and toying with his fingers with joy,

"Say…that's my phone. I'll tell you what; I'll take this Zeppelin's place in going to Disneyland and I won't sue you. I've always wanted to ban- er, meet Miney Mouse."

"Sounds like a fair deal," said the Priest, or maybe both of them. Whatever's funnier. They shrugged. Then Sekar glanced around the room,

"Did I tell Tidal another ?'your mom' joke? Oh dear God, we must go save him from himself."

**

Sekar and Adam were alone in their room, and prepared to go to the promised lan- er, Disneyland. Sekar had placed five giant carrying cases on his bed, and neatly folded every single shirt and pair of pants, despite the fact that I only mention say that he wears a white robe, he's packing it in. Way to rebel against your master, Sekar.

"Why must you pack so many shirts? We're only going to be there for the rest of our lives. I think this robe does the trick." Adam whimpered.

"Well, I know we're not going to be they're for very long, but I need these shirts for my different moods." Sekar inquired.

"Different moods?" asked the High Priest.

"Yeah, you see this robe I'm wearing?" Sekar pointed at his robe, but Adam couldn't see it, his glasses were at Lenscrafters, "Well, what if I get ketchup on it? Then my mood will be ruined." Adam nodded,

"I see," Then he looked around the room, placing his eyes into a shifty Mission Impossible mood, then he quickly placed something into his small bag,

"What was that you just put in?" asked Sekar

"Nothing" Claimed the High Priest. Sekar then stampeded towards the High Priest and looked inside, placing his hands deep inside, and then pulling out a small orange bottle that read, "Donald Trump Fragrance" Sekar gasped with a sardonic tone,

"I thought you gave that up." Adam pretended to be puzzled,

"When did I say that?" Then he flared up his eyes, and Sekar noticed that. The High Priest was looking irresistible, and charming. A new feeling overcame Sekar, a mild burning inside. The High Priest shimmered though the sunlight, beaming through the windows. Adam was responding in the same manner, and they closed in on each other. This is it, my first kiss Sekar wanted to hug and cuddle with Adam forever. Their lips were only inches apart when the adulterer walks in and slams the door against the wall,

"HEYY! Are you guys making a movie?" Sekar and Adam pretended that moment never existed. Sekar tries to deny it,

"No…we were, uh, making a new commercial" Adam nodded with him. Sendra, slightly confused asks,

"Where's the Crunch bar? I thought we had a sponsorship with it, you know, to help rise money." Sekar once had a dream. He knew this moment had come, he had even practiced kissing with the wall, but then wait, wasn't I supposed to put this in the last paragraph? Oh well, he also had clairvoyance, and knew this moment had been coming, so he placed the candy bar in his pants. When did Sendra take off his pants? I really don't know...

"Did you check your pants?" Sekar asked. Sendra then fumbled through his pocket, and knows that a candy bar is there.

"Where do I come in?" He requests, Sekar nods to him to continue. The adulterer pulls out the candy which was a snickers from his pocket and turns to the invisible camera,

"Eat a Snickers and die a horrible death" Adam from behind the camera tells Sendra,

"Remember Sendra, smile, I want to see some big smiles." Sendra grinned so wide that it began hurting.

**

Tidal was in his small bedroom, with pink floral wallpaper. Plastered on his wall were posters that read: "Susie never used her safety goggles. Now, she doesn't need them." And, "Remember, only you can stop the flow of baby cancer, remember to wrap your whopper." And "Fear God; he can kill us and send our souls to Hell for all eternity" (Sekar recommended that one). Tidal was lamenting on his bed with the Buzz Lightyear bed sheets. How could I have gotten Aids? I've only watched all of Sendra's movies once. There was a persistent knocking on the rubber door,

"Go away…" he moaned and sniffles. A light delighted voice passed through the door,

"I'm selling Anti-Aids cream." One hot second later, Tidal Ryu managed to stop crying and held a giant briefcase in his hand,

"Give me everything you have and I'll give you this briefcase of money from the holy water profits." They exchanged their objects and tidal ran back into his room one second later. Then he began to smear himself with the crimson cream, (The bottle said, "Warning: Anti-Aids cream may cause Aids.") Sekar was in Tidal's room, he used his secret agent abilities to ask Tidal if he could go into the room.

"You ready?" He asked the silky albino, totally ignoring the stuff that he placed on himself.

"Yes…let's go." Tidal suggested, stuffing the rest of his backpack with the anti-aids rubbing cream. Sekar nodded to the albino and they left the room, made their way past the church hallways and towards the sidewalk.

Sendra was smoking one of his cigarettes, and Adam was placing black lipstick on his lips, when Tidal and Sekar reached them. Adam had placed on his black robe and pierced both his ears, eyes and tongue. The sun soon became so overbearing that everyone put on their sunglasses (To the tune of the "Men in Black" theme song)

"The sky is dark and the sun feels like a roasting oven, drawing sweat and boiling my blood. Everyone's after me." Adam blatantly shouted. The albino begins giving out an omen,

"Well, if the volcano erupts, it could," placing his sunglasses off his face dramatically, "destroy the village." Then the albino put his sunglasses back onto his face in the same dramatic motion. Sekar eavesdropping the albino asks,

"What?"

"I said, if the volcano erupts, it could," placing his sunglasses off his face dramatically, "destroy the village." Then the albino put his sunglasses back onto his face in the same dramatic motion, using the same sweeping feeling. Adam had peered away from everyone and was in far from the group, writing in a small black book, Sekar leans over his shoulder,

"Wha'cha writing? (You know, I'm going to kill you, right?)"

"Poetry; leave me alone, I'm different. (Really?)"

"Why are you so different? (You can understand parenthesis language?) "

"I'm just different; God! (Yeah…)" said the High Priest rolling his eyes.

"No you're not. We all go through the same suffering and pain. (No, you can't hear or read parenthesis language.)" Corrected Sekar.

"I'm suffering more then everyone else. (Oh yeah, thanks for reminding me ^^U)" roared the High Priest.

Adam walked away from the area, demanding his space. Sendra began to hover around everywhere else, offering all the bad kids cigarettes,

"Hey you want a smoke?" he asks Tidal.

"Smoking is baddddd for you." Tidal replied. Sendra gave him a simple,

"F you!" Tidal became enraged and pulls apart his jacket, which was really strenuous. Underneath is shirt was nothing but skin and bones, and maybe a few organs. Lunar Tidal was responsible for killing the incredibly rich dude from the first part of the story.

"What did you just say, punk?" Tidal chants. Sendra then rips apart his shirt to reveal fur and more fur. The two of them begin to fight and one giant dust ball begins to cloud over their fighting, you know, one of those clouds in those cartoons. Besides, it's easier for me to use a cloud over actual fighting. The giant cloud began to expel stars and fists. Sekar didn't feel like helping anyone out that day, so he refused to intervene. So he just stood there and allowed the chaos to unfold. Then a shady looking Adam, the balding High Priest, walks up to Sekar,

"You never let me make my own decisions."

"What are you talking about?" Sekar asked puzzled.

"You never let me make my own decisions, and you never understand me. I'm going to run away, get my belly button pierced and become a jerk."

"Whatever…"

"I'm really going to do it." Adam said scornfully, with tears in his eyes. A yellow taxi pulled up towards the four of them. Tidal, the albino fighting the crap out of Sendra, the adulterer thunder sprite, (or was it the other way around?), Adam, the gothic, homosexual, balding High Priest and Sekar, the main hero of the story, dropped what activities they were up to and they placed their luggage into the taxi, they was hardly enough room for their luggage (darn Sekar, packing so much luggage). Inside the taxi a man who hated the United States of America and had the gum disease known as gingivitis invited them in. Sendra then randomly shouted,

"Eat a snickers and go on a vacation with these losers."

"Hey!"

"We're not losers."

"My shrink told me that I barely fail at life." The taxi drove away towards the sunset, despite the fact that it was just lunchtime while the driver told them how fat they were and how good they had it.

And so, with their new ally, Sendra, the adulterer the four of them set out their sights on the Promise- er, Disney Land.

I know that I said that the first part was the end. I lied; deal with it. This might be the end, or I might work on the next part…maybe.
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Bekaboo
 
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Reply Thu 28 Apr, 2005 03:19 pm
It means that it's hugeley long and i haven't the time to read the whole thing at this particular moment... but that i will return!!

I'm enjoying it.... but not very disney!!
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