{Jams & Jellies:} Some people have a Bible verse or inspiring quote from a famous person to start their day. You can have a whiny Lego user screaming in your face. Oh my gosh, I used to have the exact same problem!! I would glance out the window where the village stood cold and dark, a foreboding sign of the day to come. Then I would gaze longingly at my bed where my big dog slumbered, and I would think. "SHE gets to stay in bed. Why should I get up? It's so scary out there, but it's warm and safe in here! Five more minutes. . . "
Yeah. Exactly, also my sister and our mini doshound sleep on the bunk below me, so I see them sleeping. Want to know what though? Ever since I read you saying that I haven't had a problem getting up. Because the next morning after I read that I had this feeling like I was being woken up almost. And then when I got out of bed I realized I set my alarm for the wrong time!
It worked! I woke you up using my mind powers!! I made you accidentally set your alarm for the wrong time! ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED
{Jellies & Jams:} There, I fixed it. Ahem. Wait, they can hear me? Okay, so I have that same problem, sort of. I get up at 6:45, and I think "This is too early." So, sometimes I crawl back into my nice warm bed, and my other alarm wakes me up at 6:50. And I get back out.
{Jammers just because } Do you have two alarms? If you do that's genius. I have to put my alarm clock somewhere where I can't reach it from my bunk bed, otherwise I'd be hitting the snooze button all morning.
{JAMMERS} Yes, my watch actually has three. They also have a setting for weekdays and weekends, so I do those two on the weekdays, and the other one on the weekends for 7:25.
Sometimes, when I really need to get up, at night I put my watch on the floor somewhere so I'll get up.
Yeah. Exactly, also my sister and our mini doshound sleep on the bunk below me, so I see them sleeping. Want to know what though? Ever since I read you saying that I haven't had a problem getting up. Because the next morning after I read that I had this feeling like I was being woken up almost. And then when I got out of bed I realized I set my alarm for the wrong time!
That's cool! (Do you mean dachshund?)
Yeah, except I've been starting to have problems getting up again... ( Yeah)
Yeah. Exactly, also my sister and our mini doshound sleep on the bunk below me, so I see them sleeping. Want to know what though? Ever since I read you saying that I haven't had a problem getting up. Because the next morning after I read that I had this feeling like I was being woken up almost. And then when I got out of bed I realized I set my alarm for the wrong time!
It worked! I woke you up using my mind powers!! I made you accidentally set your alarm for the wrong time! ILLUMINATI CONFIRMED
Yeah. I've haveing problems getting up again though, so I should probably actually print that out.
{Jammers just because } Do you have two alarms? If you do that's genius. I have to put my alarm clock somewhere where I can't reach it from my bunk bed, otherwise I'd be hitting the snooze button all morning.
{JAMMERS} Yes, my watch actually has three. They also have a setting for weekdays and weekends, so I do those two on the weekdays, and the other one on the weekends for 7:25.
Sometimes, when I really need to get up, at night I put my watch on the floor somewhere so I'll get up.
-last edited on Nov 21, 2017 5:26:44 GMT by ninjagofanmam
Post by ninjagofanmam on Nov 21, 2017 5:25:41 GMT
Hiroshi's Labyrinth, the bunker, midday.
It had been a few days since the storm and Zephyr and her family had been hard at work on repairs. Today though they were taking a little break to celebrate a birthday, Zephyr's birthday. They had just had a special fruit cake that her grandmother and aunt had made, and now it was present time. It turned out that her family had got her presents on their last trip to a costel town. She got a couple of comics and a plush for her collection so far. Now there was one gift left, it was small and her father had told her to save it for last. "Alright Zephyr, last one, open it up." Said her mother handing her the small paper wrapped gift. Zephyr ripped the paper off, inside was a small brown bag with a long leather string, and inside of that was a knife with a black handle and a sharp sliver colored blade. On one side of it had some symbols Zephyr assumed were for decoration. " Wow, this is amazing, thank you." Said Zephyr, "It's from your father. " said her mother glancing over to where her father stood. "Thank you dad." Said Zephyr. Her father smiled back. Later that night after a day of fun, Zephyr's father told her to meet him outside with her new knife. She did as she told, and wondered what it could be about. Maybe he just wants to tell me to be VERY careful with my new knife and not use it in the wrong way. She thought as she made her way outside of the bunker. It was getting a little darker since it was getting later and with the trees of course it was darker. Her father was waiting about twenty feet away looking off at the mist in distance.
* * * Later that night after a day of fun, Zephyr's father told her to meet him outside with her new knife. She did as she told, and wondered what it could be about. Maybe he just wants to tell me to be VERY careful with my new knife and not use it in the wrong way. She thought as she made her way outside of the bunker. It was getting a little darker since it was getting later and with the trees of course it was darker. Her father was waiting about twenty feet away looking off at the mist in distance.
Yeah, that sounds like something my dad would tell me, knowing me.
*thinks about it*
No, wait--knowing me, he probably wouldn't give me a knife at all.
* * * Later that night after a day of fun, Zephyr's father told her to meet him outside with her new knife. She did as she told, and wondered what it could be about. Maybe he just wants to tell me to be VERY careful with my new knife and not use it in the wrong way. She thought as she made her way outside of the bunker. It was getting a little darker since it was getting later and with the trees of course it was darker. Her father was waiting about twenty feet away looking off at the mist in distance.
Yeah, that sounds like something my dad would tell me, knowing me.
*thinks about it*
No, wait--knowing me, he probably wouldn't give me a knife at all.
(Darnit, you had to end it there, didn't you? )
Is that so? ( Yeah, I've actually got the next part written. I just need to get it on here. Don't expect to much since it's mostly talking. )
Yeah, that sounds like something my dad would tell me, knowing me.
*thinks about it*
No, wait--knowing me, he probably wouldn't give me a knife at all.
(Darnit, you had to end it there, didn't you? )
Is that so? ( Yeah, I've actually got the next part written. I just need to get it on here. Don't expect to much since it's mostly talking. )
Yeah, I have a nasty reputation for being reckless, wild, and slightly violent--our old German neighbor, when I was a mere toddler, even called me her Feueerteufel, which in English means "fire devil". Just ask my grandmother about the time I accidentally shot a burst of fireworks into her lap.
(Well, talking can be interesting and important in a story--unless it's about politics. That's when you should just stop the conversation. )
Is that so? ( Yeah, I've actually got the next part written. I just need to get it on here. Don't expect to much since it's mostly talking. )
Yeah, I have a nasty reputation for being reckless, wild, and slightly violent--our old German neighbor, when I was a mere toddler, even called me her Feueerteufel, which in English means "fire devil". Just ask my grandmother about the time I accidentally shot a burst of fireworks into her lap.
(Well, talking can be interesting and important in a story--unless it's about politics. That's when you should just stop the conversation. )
Wow! I wish we could have played when we were younger. ( What's wrong with politics? )
Yeah, I have a nasty reputation for being reckless, wild, and slightly violent--our old German neighbor, when I was a mere toddler, even called me her Feueerteufel, which in English means "fire devil". Just ask my grandmother about the time I accidentally shot a burst of fireworks into her lap.
(Well, talking can be interesting and important in a story--unless it's about politics. That's when you should just stop the conversation. )
Wow! I wish we could have played when we were younger. ( What's wrong with politics? )
(Nothing, except many people have strong opinions that can lead to . . . bad things.)
Yeah, I have a nasty reputation for being reckless, wild, and slightly violent--our old German neighbor, when I was a mere toddler, even called me her Feueerteufel, which in English means "fire devil". Just ask my grandmother about the time I accidentally shot a burst of fireworks into her lap.
(Well, talking can be interesting and important in a story--unless it's about politics. That's when you should just stop the conversation. )
Wow! I wish we could have played when we were younger. ( What's wrong with politics? )
I dunno if you have been able to handle me, even if you are at least two years older than I am--unless you were just as wild and feisty as I was.
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