jus for fun

round 1...

2008-03-10T02:52:00.001+08:00

The right elbow swung into the guy's lower jaw.With the third sprawled across the floor, there're only 7 men left standing, including himself. It was less than a minute ago that those three had their noses up high. Now, this kid, with sleeves torn, hair dripping sweat, looks more menacing than any schooler they've approached before...

The air is stale and humid, and the perspiration makes me it worse. They must have snapped due to the bad weather. To attack me just metres away from the school, geez…

It's a year since I’ve had any proper training, guess the exercise from the past few days helped. Which reminds me, I don’t see any familiar faces in this group…

…

… A little feint first…

…

They flinched!

I leapt two steps to the tallest guy, too bad the ones beside you flinched!

I reduced my stride as I saw his arm curl up. The extra step gave me control to dodge his left straight. Momentum from threw me forward and covered the distance of his arm. In such close quarters, I striked freely with my left knee at his body.

But that round was not over.

A guy had gotten out a stick as I entered hostile grounds, and has closed in as I slammed my knee. I need to counter fast! But what about the tall guy? I’ll have to choose one! Shifting my weight onto the left leg, I swung my body. The roundhouse caught the head just before he ploughed the stick. To my relief, the tall guy dropped limply onto the ground as I continued to punch the backstabber’s solar plexus. I gave another left hook to his cheek to play safe, and turned to face the rest of them, skipping back to my original position three metres away.

…

… This is too much excitement…

…

… I should plan…

Three guys taken out in a frenzy while they underestimated me, then another two taken out before they’ve calmed down. The other five remaining did not bother to get me while I was near. This could either mean they’re afraid, or they’re planning something. None had bothered to speak up to calm the group though.

On the other hand, I’m panting already. I’ll have to act fast. Sheesh, one year’s really’s the limit. These simple techniques won’t last long. Nothing beats physical conditioning. I’ll take them out before they regroup.

First step, hide my weaknesses and present condition.

Second step, take out the ones who’re afraid.

Third…

…

… Yeah, not now…

…

Let’s go!

Round 1...

2008-03-10T02:50:00.003+08:00

The pair of broken spectacles lie in the corner of the alley behind the boy. Three of the group’s members had witnessed first-hand the tenacity and toughness hidden behind the thick glasses. They seemed to have chosen to wrong job to take on.

A sudden movement of feet!

*flinch*

The boy shot forward to the centre of the group.

Left straight!

He dodged cleanly and closed up on the tallest guy in the group.

*Oof!*

Hard strikes with the knee followed.

*Ooa!*

The guy whited out due to the momentarily lack of air to the brain.

*Hah!*

A roundhouse kick caught the backstabber’s head.

The boy turned back to face the group while swinging his left into the cheek of the attacker, and backpedalled into the alley once more. The group stood waiting for the next chance to attack…

Sheesh, one year’s really’s the limit. These simple techniques won’t last long. Nothing beats physical conditioning.

Analysing the situation, he could see that it is hard to take them by surprise despite the numbers being halved. After his feint, two flinched, another two tried to attack, while the last had remained still throughout. It will either be him being the leader, or he was too scared to move. In both cases, it is ideal to have him taken out first.

While contemplating his next move, the boy slowly turned his body, placing his right leg directly in front of left. Slowly shifting to get his back nearer to the wall, his fists are clenched, and the grin on his face getting wider by the minute. He is showing no intention of giving up in face of five equipped thugs.

He fixed his stare on the first target.

Let’s see if it’s really fear.

“You’re going DOWN!”

Everyone’s eyes were on the guy.

The frantic victim suddenly flung his stick forward, and turned to run.

*Snatch*

The stick was caught midway and, in another few quick steps, ploughed the back of the victim’s neck.

The boy is now in a great position to escape, being nearer to the exit of the alley.

…

“Yeah, not now.”

…

Let’s go!

I'm back!

2008-02-12T01:15:00.000+08:00

ok, came back to take a look, feel like re-writing my stuff, although I have stuff to do, at least this will provide some entertainment, hahaha. btw,

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Back to Earth...

2007-02-10T00:09:00.000+08:00

Malix stared at the ceiling fan.
Whirring round and round... just like what Jok did...
But after all, he will never have to return to see that guy again.

Well, at least if I can control it...

He propped himself up, and took a look around his room, the room which he had spent 18 years in.
The room he will not leave behind without a reason.

No, not without a very good reason.

It sure would be interesting to live in that world...

But after all the trouble, Malix is finally back to reality.
What a long and dreary dream it was...

If only he could impress Pepper further...
If only he could beat Jok up real bad...
If only he could accept the invitation...
If only he could...

"Time."
"Huh? Oh my god! I'm going to be late!"

The lethargy from the afternoon nap swept away immediately.
He bounced up, kicked off the blanket and landed by the bedside on both feet.
No more time to think about that dream.
Pepper is coming back at 6, and the nap lasted till 5pm.

Man, I can't believe how long Ive slept... Gotta move fast!

"Argh!"
*Thud*

Recognition(3)...

2007-02-06T23:19:00.000+08:00

Jok and Pepper went past the mark once more.

"Another one and I'm out of here!" she smirked.

Jok remained silent...

*ta ta ta ta* the footsteps continued...

"Hey, relax..."
"Stop it."
"Ok..."

Pepper looked worriedly at Jok.
It must have been too much of a shock for him...

*ta ta ta ta*

Just as she opened her mouth again...

"Alright!" a megawatt grin appeared on his face.
"What?"
"I can make it in time!"
"Make what?"
"In time! Make it in time for supper!"
".."
"Yeah! If I sprint now, I will be left with 200 laps by 10pm,
and I'll just drag myself for the last 1 hour!"

*ta ta ta ta*

"Number 200, I'm off."

Pepper jogged off to the west wing, shaking her head in disbelief.

Shouldn't he be more worried about Malix?
After all, it's HIM...

*ta ta ta ta*

"So he's the one huh... I never expected to find him so quickly..."
"The 3rd floor."

Jok turned to see Malix walking on the 3rd storey's corridor.
Just beside Malix was the most powerful guy in the campus.

"So he is indeed one strong bastard..."

Recognition(2)...

2007-01-09T21:27:00.000+08:00

Malix groaned. The pain shot through his whole body.

At least I'm awake now.

He grit his teeth and looked in front of him. With his back against the wall, he knows that he is temporarily safe.

There stood the other guy, poised for another attack.

No, wait.

Jok is not going to attack. He carried a different expression on his face.

He looks surprised.

Even though he was too fast for Malix to dodge, even though he's punch was connected perfectly,

even though he has gained the upperhand,

He's showing fear.

Recognition(1)...

2006-11-16T20:00:00.000+08:00

Jok backpedaled without looking back, and swung his body to the right. The left punch flew past where Malix's head was less than a second ago.

"Jok! Stop this madness!" Pepper screamed at him from between him and the crouched figure on the floor.

There was a moment of silence as Jok and Pepper exchanged stares.

...

Jok shrugged.

And bent to the left preparing to leap over the bed.

Pepper followed up well.

Jok spun around and jumped at the wall to the right instead. The feint threw Pepper off the wrong direction and allowed Jok to kick himself straight towards Malix. Malix clenched his fists and readied his left arm.

Jok went past Malix's left before he reacted. The speed Jok managed to kick himself from the wall left Malix rooted to the ground.

Wham! The body slammed against the wall from the blow.

Challenge...

2006-11-13T20:57:00.000+08:00

"Yeah, that's about what I know."

Each word sent waves of pain through the left of Malix's head.

"But that can't really prove much."

This time, it's from the right.

"Now, now, don't give me that expression."

Sounds like...

"Well..."
"Oh no, no, no! Please, no!"

It's Pepper!

Malix's eyes opened wide. The light filled his vision, and forced him to close back his eyes. At the same time, he turned slightly and raised his right hand to cover the light. He could sense his back ache, but other than that, the whole body was working fine.

"Jok, close the curtains."
"Huh?"
"Please?"
"Yea..."

Pepper shifted her gaze back to the just-awakened casualty.

"You ok?"
"Pepper?"

Malix forced one eye open. There to the left sat Pepper, unscathed, unfazed. She brought Malix's attention to his own body.

"Yeah, I guess so."

I remember I've hurt my spine and knee.... And I've expended almost all of my energy for the day... Oh and how did she...

"So looks like you both owe me one," Jok cut in.
"That's Jo... Just call him Jok, short form for Joker."
"Tsk, you call that an introduction? Well,"

BANG!

"Let's see whether you are worthy enough to call me that."

Awakening...

2006-10-15T22:31:00.000+08:00

The right hook smashed into the face. The victim was sent to the wall.

Weak, too weak.

Noticing a slight change in shadows, he hopped forward and turned around.

*whoosh*

Another hop backwards dodged the stick.

"Ugh!"

The right fist finds contact once more, this time with the abdomen. Almost immediately after, the left slammed into the cheek.

That's half...

He looked in front of him.

Standing together? No point.

Without hesitating, he burst forth and leaped.

"Wha.."

One knee connected with a cheekbone. He swung his whole body anticlockwise.

The guy silently watched a leg wrap round his head. He felt his whole body pulled up and slammed headfirst to the ground.

Left foot forward, right knee on the ground, the thigh muscles flexed.

"AHH!!"

Too late.

He grabbed the head from the back and pushed it towards the wall. The force brought the both of the guy's legs into the air.

*Thud!*

All down.

"Pepper..." he said as he turned to face the girl. "You sure..."

"Yeah," she cut him off, "When he wakes up, try testing him, he would have gotten better. I don't know why, but that's how fast he learns, he will definitely be useful."

"..."

"Anyway, nice work Jok."

Jok smiled back, and walked over to the smallest guy among all the seven bodies.

(Author's note: And you thought I was gonna let Malix win, DREAM ON! My char's gonna be a weak little boy, stay tuned! LOL)

"Filler": Over at School...

2006-10-11T00:32:00.000+08:00

Mixy twirled her pencil.

His specs broke again, the second time this week, what happened?

"Uh... Mixy, question 13, the part about..."
"The angle of x is the same as angle z, due to two laws, and angle z is related to the answer by the cosine rule."
"Oh..."
"Split the diagram up if you can't see it."
"Oh ok."

The sound of scribbling on papers filled the room once more. Flicking the pencil over to her left hand, Mixy started writing her notes in uncomprehensible handwriting.

How can he write so smoothly?

"Can you..."
"Question?"
"15a"
"Make sure you do not factorize before you bring over all the variables."
"Oo... Why?"
"That's something Malix spent hours teaching me, I'll show it to you tomorrow."
"Cool, thanks!"

The pencil switched hands once more.

Why does he do all these uneccessary stuff?

Her right hand scribbled furiously on the paper.

"Hey, let's go for a break!"
"I'm for it!"
"Yeah!"
"Ok, let's go." Mixy dropped her pencil onto the table and got up.

A pair of deep, sad eyes were drawn beautifully on the paper.

Courtesy of LK: Struggle...

2006-09-27T20:59:00.000+08:00

A leg pressed hard on Malix's back. I need to save her!! I need to help her!! He pushed the ground with both hands, the leg's pressure increased. I've got to move, move forward! Move!!

Pepper saw how Malix was fighting. She could sense the agony in each movement he made. The pain, the hopelessness, the guilt... The harrassment was insignificant under comparison. But in Malix's eyes, nothing was more important than that.

His fingers bled onto the gravel floor. Nonetheless, he kept his stare on the knife, and pulled hard at the floor before him. The skin on his palms begin breaking.

"Useless! Give up!"
"Pepper! Dont' touch Pepper!!"
"Just give up, stop the mindless screaming."
"Stop! Pepper! Stop!!"

Tears welled up unconsciously. Eyes not used to contacts, sharp pain caused Malix to blink uncontrollably. His vision blurred. Pepper's silhouette remained. One by one, those he had let down appeared. He can hear their voices. He can comprehend their reproach.But he can't touch any of them, he can't reach any of them.

None of them, not even the one just in front of him.

Futility...

2006-09-13T14:43:00.000+08:00

He gritted his teeth and pulled his body off the ground. The numbness was restricting his strength, but at least he still is conscious. Enough wallowing, I have to act. I'll make up for all the wrongs. I MUST! Malix raised his head to the oncoming footsteps. THUD!

A hand pulled Malix's hair. Another gripped him by the jaws and raised his head. The burning sensation in his nose is slowly nulled by the numbness. A girl was screaming in front of him. At the same time, the blurred image was speaking. His mind was still blank, trying to figure out what is happening.

"You should wake up by now." The voice boomed. Everything switched back on, and Malix was shocked to see Pepper's blouse torn terribly. The red guy was the one holding his head, smirking at him. The shock on Malix's face widened the grin even more. Bursting into laughter, he slapped Malix's face haughtily. Each slap sent waves of pain through Malix's neck. He could have gotten an injured spine with a kick of that power. Inhaling deeply, he closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.

Pepper's shout broke his concentration. The guy in red had walked over to Pepper. Malix's eyes followed the guy's right arm, raising up, and swinging across Pepper's face. SLAP! Pepper's blood trickled down her chin. The knife hit the ground in front of Malix. Seems like Pepper saved him from a serious attack. But the switch of attention got her back into trouble.

With swift actions, the guys tore Pepper's tattered blouse and tied up her arms and legs. Pepper kept her cool, silently glaring at the guy holding Malix. However, Malix could barely keep sane. Bursting into movement, the guy's loose grip allowed Malix to take a few steps forward. That was before he slumped into the ground. His whole back was unresponsive, it was almost impossible to get his body upright.

The red guy hopped back over to pick up the knife. "Now, for the bottom." He remarked, glancing over his shoulder at Malix. Malix's eyes dilated as he let out a piercing scream.

Recollections

2006-09-07T00:34:00.000+08:00

It was a sunny day. The three was running around in the field with their waterguns. Giggling and squealing, the children's laughter filled the air. They went on at it for 10 minutes, refilled their guns, and started the squirting again. Malix was panting heavily by the third round. He was the weakest, spending much time with his books. Only Pepper could get him away from the books.

As they rested for the third time, Malix could hardly keep his head clear. His body was badly exhausted. His eyes could hardly focus, and his legs were getting numb. He shook his head,"I'm tired, I need some rest." and tried to make his way back into the house. Pepper went forward immediately to help, gripping his left arm tightly. Mixy helped the two with their guns. Step by step, they then proceeded slowly, awkwardly. His left leg gave way. Stumbling onto Pepper, she fell as well. Mixy hurriedly dropped the toys to check on them. Standing back onto her feet, Pepper smiled and helped Malix back up. When they got back into the house, the children flopped down onto the floor. Malix then noticed, Pepper's left ankle was terribly swollen.

It was just after the rain, and the canal was flooded. "Hey Malix and Mixy!! Come over quick!!" Pepper was waving enthusiastically beside the canal. "Coming!!" Mixy dropped her toys onto the ground. Malix did not have the chance to stop her, she was dashing for the canal. Looking at Mixy and Pepper's faces, he could not help feeling helpless. There was no discouraging them when they wore those expressions. He could only sigh.

As he jogged, the voice warned him, "Faster, I smell trouble." No sooner were the words spoken, a scream was heard. Pepper threw her arms up into the air, and slid off the wet pavement. The two girls' eyes widened as Pepper dropped down in front of Mixy. Pepper's body splashed into the water. Mixy stood rooted, covering her mouth with her hands.

The room was dimly lit. The table lamp was the only source of light. Beside the lamp was a small empty vase, and a half-full bowl of Chinese medicine. Pepper was lying in bed, her face pale and eyes barely open. She gave a weak smile," I'm alright. Just wait for me, I'll play again soon. Malix, you must come too, okay?" Malix smiled back.

Pepper health deteriorated drastically due to the incident, and it was soon that Pepper's family decided to migrate for medical treatment.

Once again, it's me...

I need some help here

2006-09-07T00:05:00.000+08:00

Ok, I hate to admit this but, I don't know what to do now...
I happily followed (classmate) Chao's fantasies, and find that I don't know what's best to continue.
He wanted him to lose, then the two to come together and do some "lovers' moves".
So, any comments on advancements in plots?
And yea, I need some help setting up a tagboard. Thx in advance.

Courtesy of Chao: The sec fight (cont)...

2006-09-04T19:47:00.000+08:00

The baldie stood back up. Blood was beginning to flow out of the wound. He curled his lips into a snarl. The eyes were giving off an eerie glint. Malix tried to avoid his glare. Looking around, he found that the shocked expressions were gone. The guys were grinning, confidently. It was impossible not to be affected...

Pepper broke his trance. "Get him back for me. You can do it." He turned to meet her eyes. The discomfort was flushed away. Looking at her, he could feel his energy gather back. Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, something moved. He dropped onto all fours, and threw his weight forward. The heels swung right into baldie's face.

As he flipped back onto his feet, he kept his eyes on the body. The slam did not knock him down, and that kick did not make him stay down for long. There was no guarantee he is not going to stand back up once more. He could feel his own knee aching, the guy's head definitely had taken great damage. Any other normal person would have gotten a cracked skull when rammed into the wall like that. He bit his lower lip and waited. Seconds passed, and the body was still. Then he began to relax. He could hear his own heartbeat, and feel the thumping in his chest. Awareness of his surroundings returned. The rest of the gang came back into sight, even though they had always been in his field of vision. Hostility filled the air once again.

His knees bent once more. This position is one he was familiar with. But somehow, this one was different. He could not pin-point the problem, and had no excess capacity to do so. Five muscular guys are standing in front of him, threatening to confront him all at once. And the sixth he just beat had shown him they were not normal guys.

The one in red moved first, and bent down beside the bald one. Taking his time, he fumbled around the body. "I guess you're the first to knock down this brainless guy, other than us of course." he chuckled. He seemed rather glad despite his comrade being knocked cold. As he stood up, his grin grew up wider. His eyes were cold and unfriendly. They were almost reptilian.

With a flick of the wrist, a swiss army knife flew straight for Malix's face. Malix's reflexes made him skip to the left. *Wince* A sharp pain shot up his right leg. Stumbling as all his weight fell to his left, he saw the guy close in. Oof, the knee slammed straight into him. Malix rolled a few metres from the impact. He had managed to block in time, but the force of the kick was too strong. Malix's body stopped listening to him, any attempts to get back up was futile. Legs started to surround him. One by one, they began kicking him. He could barely hear Pepper begging them to stop. Stop... Stop kicking... Pepper... Pepper needs my help... His thoughts grew louder and louder as the noise of the kicks slowly becomes inaudible.

Courtesy of Chao: The second fight...

2006-09-01T01:49:00.000+08:00

Malix could not concentrate on the test. His head was still whirling round the fight before school. Losing was expected, but to be saved was a shock. It should have been a pleasant surprise, but the person was a shock. Malix, wrote down the answer nonchalantly, multitasking was just another day's job. At the same time, the left hand propping up his head, reached for a pencil. Pepper...

The paper was relatively easy, at least that is what he felt. He stepped lightly out of the school compound. Mixy, had to stay back to study with her friends, or rather, she stayed back to tutor them. Turning round the corner, he glanced at where he had a fight just a few hours ago. He fingered the bruise on his neck...

He was exhausted and in pain. He gathered his strength and sat up. As he saw the stick being raised, he braced for another blow. A sudden breeze blew, and the smell of jasmine filled the air. Two long slender legs appeared and kicked at incredible speed and height, and with such power that knocked the two thugs out cold with a blow each. The skirt fluttered in the breeze. In front him stood a lean but shapely girl. Holding the shoes in her hands, she was barefooted. Two buttons of her blouse unfastened, and shoulder length hair untied, she looked rugged and fierce. Then she smiled...

The casual pace picked up, and by the time he got back to reality, he was running. Malix stopped to look around, he had been running blindly. Lost? Think so. I need to backtrack. He turned around and took a few steps. "No, not there." a voice spoke out. Instinctively, he looked around for the source of the voice. No one's around... No wait, I think I hear something...

He peered over the wall. Six powerfully-built guys surrounded Pepper, who was lying on the floor. One of the guys wearing black held her up, as another in red scrutinised every inch of her. The bald one went forward and pushed back her hair, revealing her exotic features. Gasp! Everyone was stunned by her beauty. "Heheh, just my type." the baldie broke the silence. His hand ran down her smooth cheeks. Suddenly, her eyes opened up into a menacing glare. Taken aback, the bald guy stumbled back. Her legs had sufficient space, and thrust straight into his abdomen.

"Futile effort!" the guy holding her up yelled. The rest of the gang stepped forward to subdue her. While two grabbed hold of her legs, the guy in red got out a swiss army knife. A flick of the wrist, and the blouse was torn. Pepper struggled even harder, desperately. The baldie snatched the knife over and pressed it against her face. There was no need for words, his expression conveyed the threats to her clearly. The menace slowly switched into a vile grin, as he slowly lowered the knife to her neck, then down to her chest, slowly cutting open the blouse. THUD! The baldie was brought head-first onto the gravel floor.

Battle Start. Now's time for me to repay the favour.

Second Character...

2006-09-01T00:43:00.000+08:00

Mixy scanned the back row. She shook her head. Being late on a test day, just how much is he going to slack? A couple of guys waved at her. She turned back to the front coldly. It was going to be 7 soon, and the invigilator would be here any minute...

"All right, I'm taking the attendance now..." the invigilator went through the list of names. "All right, so everyone for class 01 'cept for Malix is here, am I right?" he announced, scanning the class once more for the sign of the geeky retainee. "Looks like someone's going to be retained for another year, huh." He smirked, giving a shrug. The guy had always turned up late for his class, bombarded him with incessant rebuttals. Now getting rid of him shouldn't be a problem, bad conduct for two years will be his undoing.

"Who are you talking about Sir?" a sarcastic voice rang from the back of the room. The whole class turned to the back of the class for a look. The seat is still empty. "Who said that?" an annoyed expression slowly took over the confident grin. "I repeat, who said that? Own up now!" The whole class hustled, whispers and murmurings filled the room. As the invigilator opened his mouth again, the voice shot out again, from the same spot. "It's me, here, under the table!" It was Malix's voice. The agitated invigilator wasted no time hesitating, he propped down onto all fours and peered to the back of the class.

The class was silent, for a while. Mixy suddenly shrieked, jumping up onto her feet, hands pulling the skirt. "Hey!! What are you looking at!!" The rest of the girls caught the message, and all jumped onto their feet, screaming. The invigilator was lost for words. Hands up in front of him, he tried to defend himself. The guys from the class began appraoching the invigilator as well. In face with a 20-men strong mob, the invigilator could only stumbled backwards. The distance was closing by the second, and he needed to do something. Explaining was futile, but if they are not calmed down, he cannot guarantee his own safety...

Away from the commotion, Mixy showed a thumbs-up with a right, and Malix stood at the back door grinning triumphantly.

The Beginning...

2006-08-27T19:58:00.001+08:00

The right elbow swung into the guy's lower jaw. With the third sprawled across the floor, there's only 8 men left standing, including himself. It was less than a minute ago that those three had their noses high up for cornering this nerd. Instead, this kid with sleeves torn, hair dripping sweat, and without the thick glasses, looked more menacing than any schooler they've approached before...

The air was stale and humid, his perspiration made him feel worse. It's 1 year since he's had any proper training. He bent his knees. *flinch* His body shot forward and left arm curled up for a blow. Too slow! The jab was dodged, exposing his left side for attacks. A small hop forward closed up the space as he put his arm around the guy's head. Two strikes with the knee followed. The guy whited out due to the momentarily lack of air to the brain. Out of the corner of his eye, a stick was swung down. A roundhouse kick caught a head and another side-kick with his right settled the backstabber.

Half more to go... Curse the legs... He now stood in front of the remaining five. Inhaling deeply, he gave a proud smile and bent his knees once more. Sheesh, 1 year really's the limit. These simple techniques will only allow me to continue this fight for another two guys. Nothing beats physical conditioning... He put his right leg forward, covering his trembling left leg from view. His fists clenched and grin got wider, showing no signs of giving up in face of five equipped thugs. Two flinched, two tried to get to me, that makes only one vulnerable. Then the other two flinched, meaning their less experienced. The other two must be good fighters... I need a plan...

He fixed his stare on the first target. "YOU'RE GOING DOWN." He stood haughtily, pointing his finger at Number 5, that's the name he gave the guy. The frantic victim could hardly contain his fear. The stick was flung at him weakly. The others did not had a chance to react. The stick was caught midway, and in another few quick steps, Number 5 was slammed hard onto the ground. Four left, as Number 5 writhes in agony.

Intro

2006-08-27T19:51:00.000+08:00

Just getting real bored with this holidays I'm experiencing.
So then...
The point of this blog is to have a place for people to dream, fantasize, and do whatever crazy thinking.
How? I'm gonna write some fantasy fiction here, know I may not be really good, so feel free to correct me.
You, the reader, can just post comments on the plot, the characters, and any other things you wish to change/add/see.
Well, no restrictions, if you request for aliens, maybe I'll add some aliens into my next few paras I will write after a few days. But that depends... I may not like it. But your comment will be there for all to see.

BUT, no porn. Too bad.