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| UnderdogAsh | May 21 2010, 09:35 PM Post #1 |
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Chapter 1- The Beginning (Seriously) Part 1 1 The Beginning. . . Seriously) Life is possibly one of the most confusing things in the entire universe. No one has any idea how it all came to be. The stars, the moons, the suns, the planets, and the inhabitants of those planets. It's all a mystery. One of the most disappointing mysteries is the way that man was created on the small planet Earth. Earth is made up of this liquid called water, a bunch of rocks and crap, and a tons of these things called humans. Humans aren't very complicated physically, but mentally they are all different and they are all very confusing. They fight, a lot, and they don't get along with one another for dumb reasons, like maybe one doesn't like the other's socks or hair or the clothes that they wear. The reason that no one has tried to solve the mystery of the creation of man is merely because they would probably argue about it, anyway, and get really mad and just raise hell forever, and no other species wanted to go through that dreadful torture. Man has tried himself to solve this mystery and they have tried to do so for many, many years. However, what they don't know is that life was simply a mistake. This simple mistake was caused by a teenager by the name of Godfrey, which man would think was absolutely preposterous, but I assure you reader, it is true. Life is basically a huge mistake that was made by a teenager that had no idea what the heck he was doing. If you would like to figure out how this happened, I would continue reading, but if not, then you can set down this book and go eat or something, without the knowledge of how you were created. So, here it is: The True Story of Man and Some Other Crap. Long, long ago in a galaxy far away, there was this other galaxy that was farther away from that one. This galaxy was not like other galaxies. It contained this planet by the name of Canada, which was exactly 45437658695487654 Kilomimiters from our own planet Earth which also contained this country called Canada. However, during this time, our planet was only a drawing, marked upon a blue paper. Yes, reader, our planet was a blue print and on this blue print included everything: The deep blue seas, the high, rocky mountains, the greenest plains, and the hottest deserts. On this blue print was out future home, however, man was not even thought of, which basically means that the planet Earth was not at all a home to anyone at that point, just the proud artwork of young teenager named Godfrey. Our planet’s blueprint had a can of soda on it, which recently, what the soda can contained (probably soda since it is a soda can), had spilt on the country of Georgia and had created a tiny river down to the country Turkey and was later on mistaken as an actual drawing of a river. Godfrey had no idea about the soda on his blue prints, otherwise he would've quickly rushed to rescue it from any possible soda damage. Instead, our young friend was drawing what resembled a monkey with an elephant's snout, octopus tentacles, and the ears of a bunny. He brushed aside his long, brown bangs out of his face, frustrated with his creation. He was not only an artist, but an architect, but not just any kind of architect. He was an architect who created planets for other galaxies. He was an aspiring uniscapist. A uniscapist was indeed an artist, as a musician is also an artist. Musicians, whether you realize it or not, create art with simple or difficult rhythms, sometimes adding catchy lyrics. Music is not really visual, and in some ways it is, but you have to have an imagination and tons of emotion. A uniscapist created planets for creatures to subsist on. It took no magic at all, just imagination, patience, and a dream. Godfrey was one of the most hard working teenagers on the planet of Canada, but was widely unpopular at school, which is why Godfrey was extremely critical of himself and why he was stuck up in his bedroom, drawing silly pictures of silly things that would one day not be regarded as so silly. He had a dream, which all of us have, reader, but he believed in it more than anything, and he wanted to succeed, so one day he could be seen as a great uniscapist and not just some scrawny, nerdy child. Godfrey became very disappointed in his blue print, so he pitched it in the trashcan seated neatly beside his desk. Now, reader, have you ever heard of cause and effect? Well, this is a very good example. Godfrey's second-rate blue print had missed the trashcan and bounced off the wall, landing right by the leg of his chair. Godfrey was not in the mood to pick up the blue print and dispose of it properly, so he just crashed on his bed and took a nap. That blue print, reader, had stayed by the leg of his chair for exactly two hours, twenty three minutes, nineteen seconds, and six nanoseconds. When Godfrey had awoken, he became refreshed and decided to give his gruesome blue print another try. He scooped it up from the floor and uncrumpled it as tenderly as possible, sweating profusely because he did not to inflict it with any rip or scratch. He wanted it to unfold perfectly, which it did. Godfrey got to work as quickly as possible. He had had a dream about the planet Earth he had created and who would live on it. He had a dream of the perfect creature. They would not have an elephant nose or octopus tentacles, but they would resemble a monkey in some ways, however none of those animals were created just yet, so he had no idea where the parts came from or where they would eventually go. He erased them quickly, not thinking at all, because he wanted to get his creation on paper. He created an egg shaped head, a chin, some eyes, some hair, some ears, a mouth and started to work on down the body, adding arms, fingers, legs, toes, and of course other things that I do not have to mention, because not only do you get the idea, but it would also involve me stating some pretty dirty stuff, which I guess wasn't really all that dirty back then, but if you do not know what I'm talking about, go ask your parents. Godfrey finished his creation in only a half an hour. Once he was done drawing it with pencil, he traced it with a silver marker and then pushed his chair back and picked up his blue print to either be satisfied with his creation or to be completely revolted at himself for creating such a disgusting creature design. He held it up to look at it and ironically, at that moment, some light broke through the shades on his windows, which rarely happened, and illuminated the blue print. The light busted through the paper and shrouded Godfrey's face with light, which seemed to transfer as hope when it seeped through his skin and into his brain. The hope trickled down his brain and into his heart and it started to beat, very quickly and very proud like. It felt like he was holding his own child, a very papery, blue child, but nonetheless, this was it. This was the creature he wanted to live on his planet Earth. This was man, however, Godfrey did not know that. He laid the blue print down and the light had then shot into his eye, so he wound up the rod on the shades and they closed tighter so that no light could seep through. Soon the only thing lighting his bed room was the dim light from coming the lamp on his desk. He pinned the blue print of Earth and the blue print of his new creation on his bulletin board and stared at it proudly. He then gathered his Algebra homework from that night that he had neglected to finish and shoved it in his book bag. Even though he was up all night creating, it was time for him to go to school. At school, Godfrey was very quiet; very reserved. He rarely talked to anyone because he felt like a complete outcast and the truth was, dear reader, he really was an outcast. If you were in his high school and spotted him, you'd know right away that Godfrey was someone that people rarely talked to, someone that looked intelligent, but his awkwardness made him feel like crap, so he was failing. Godfrey was a freshman in high school on the planet Canada, which was so small that it only had one high school. He was failing, very badly, but knew everything, just didn't have any motivation to tackle his Algebra homework or his tests. His teachers had went to his parents about his attitude, telling them that maybe he just wasn't meant for greatness and that maybe school just wasn't his thing. Then his teachers asked why he wasn't more like his brother. His brother was named Diablo and he was a complete and total jerk. He was very mean to Godfrey and caused him so much misery. Diablo was the athletic jock of the high school and a senior the year of Godfrey's freshman year. He was able to get straight A's because he felt amazing at the high school. He was in control of almost everything. He played with all the girl's hearts at school, he made all the guys look up to him, he made the teachers proud of him. He had what would be considered everything to the greatest of all evil villains. What no one knew was that he was the ultimate evil villain. Whenever Godfrey would walk across the high school's courtyard, Diablo, who was usually sitting on the back of a bench, surrounded by his jock friends and many girls, would throw a football or anything in his grasp at his little brother. Godfrey was kept walked, slouching over from his heavy book bag, telling himself that when he was older, he wouldn't have to throw things at Diablo to make him feel like crap, he'd just have to show him all his blue prints and such. Godfrey day dreamed a lot during school, as other students were busy with taking notes or practicing their magic abilities, such as flying or making creatures or shooting lighting out of their palms. Godfrey used his imagination a lot, and if he wasn't staring off into space day dreaming he was drawing up more creatures or more planets. He was very awkward. Whenever he got home, he would shut himself in his room and listen to music and start to draw, the shades on the windows being shut tight and the dim lamp light barely lighting up his desk. He was very lonely, and would sometimes turn off his music to listen to his parents talk about how much of a disappointment he was. He could hear them through the heater vents from the kitchen. It was sometimes depressing to hear them talk about him like that, but it also gave him tons of motivation. Which that day, Godfrey did not have motivation, so he plopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling. If you have ever looked at your ceiling, dear reader, and I think you would find that it's pretty boring, even if it is multicolored or it's covered in fun house mirrors, there is possibly nothing in this world that can make someone's ceiling fun to look at. If you have ever come across those angsty teenager movies, you would have possibly observed that teenagers would just plop on their beds a lot, usually making a connection to the emotion of either being completely bored, or being completely distressed. Godfrey was both of those things, and as he stared at the white ceiling, he felt himself begin to drift into a sleep. Godfrey was not one for naps, however, so he jumped up and went downstairs to get a glass of water. He walked slowly down the stairs; yawning as his parents walked up stairs. They suddenly became very disappointed at their son's state and just continued to walk up stairs, instead of asking him how he was. Godfrey walked into the kitchen and saw Diablo at the kitchen table, staring at a doughnut neatly seated on a glass plate. Diablo was not staring at the doughnut because he thought of it as interesting. He was staring at it because he had started to take a class in lasers. The first semester focused on the insides of the laser and what it is made of and such. Now Diablo was in the second semester and the main focus was to have laser beams shoot out of one's eyes in absolute triumph. "Hey Diablo," said Godfrey. That, my reader, broke Diablo's concentration and seeing that Diablo is a gigantic jerkface, one would perhaps suspect that Diablo would in some way torment his poor brother, which is completely correct. He jerked his up and held out his hand and some pretty extreme power ball stuff came flying at his brother's turned back. The power ball stuff I speak of is no bigger than a basketball. I, reader, am very sorry to state the fact that what these power balls contain, no one knows, but they're black and have purple strings contained inside and around it. They cause the human body tons of harm, spreading it's black particles into the body, shocking the body on the inside and out, causing extreme weakness, and the feeling of having to use the restroom terrible, and possible death, depending on how weak the individual is. Scientist in Canada have stated, however, that one who is weak but contains a strong will, has good morals, and has a passionate heart and mind can stand up to this, being only inflicted with minor pain. How that myth came to be will be revealed much later, reader, so please be patient. Story telling takes time. The power ball did not hit Godfrey, but it hit the cabinet door beside him. He quickly turned around and saw Diablo standing up, his eyes burning with frustration and hatred towards his brother. He had another power ball ready, but his father came in and grabbed his wrist, but then, surprisingly, lasers shot out of Diablo's eyes and hit Godfrey right on the foot, causing it to start burning. Diablo started to laugh as Godfrey jumped around, trying to put his foot up in the sink, but have no succession and just falling on the ground. His father stood there and watched, covering his eyes with his hand. Why was his son such an idiotic disappointment? Godfrey sat there on the ground and Diablo continued laughing and his father continued thinking, ignoring his oldest son's evil laughs and his youngest son's cries in agony. The mother came running in and saw the situation. Using her powerful mother instincts, she ran towards the sink and turned on the water faucet, then she took the snake type spray thing and turned it on, spraying Godfrey's foot with water. The burning pain started to go away and Godfrey got up. His parents looked at each other, then his dad slapped Diablo's back, telling his son how proud his was that he was able to get the laser's out of his eyes. Diablo smiled and glanced at Godfrey who was limping around the kitchen, going back to his business of getting his glass of water. Once their parents returned upstairs, Diablo returned back to his seat and started to eat the doughnut. "Don't you know that the whole eye laser thing you just pulled was in an act of evil and not good?" Godfrey said, his back turned to his brother as he filled his glass with water. "How do you know?" asked Diablo. "Why should I listen to your crazy wisdom? You're failing all of your classes." "I researched it," Godfrey said, turning around and staring at his water. "For someone to be able to use the laser in an act of good, there should be no stress in the body at all. You were frustrated, and that means those lasers were not good. You need to become more peaceful and-" "I'm sorry, brother, but what if my intentions were of the evil kind?" said Diablo. "Not everyone's good, and I hope you realize that, but being shut up in your room, you probably haven't. I have found my calling in life, and it's to make everyone that has good intentions absolutely miserable. You are helpless against me, you really are, and I can tell you my secret because your little, worthless Godfrey and no one will believe you or have faith in you to change my mind or anything. You'll always be worthless." Godfrey thought that what he had said was true, because there would be more people to back up his brother than there would be to back up him, and, honestly reader, he was correct. Sometimes stories don't work out as people hope. We all know who the good guy is in this situation, but we see that happen everywhere today. The jock is usually known as being the best, even against the nerd that has better morals and a better will. "See, you're all quiet now," said Diablo. "Here, I found these on the ground at school. They just scream Godfrey." He threw a small, plastic square thing at Godfrey's freshly bandaged foot. He bent over and picked it up. They were trading cards. Godfrey had never really played them before, but he decided to give them a try. He thanked his brother, who just nodded and ate his doughnut. Godfrey got back upstairs and shut his bedroom door. He sat at his desk, sitting down the glass of water, and started to gently unwrap the package, like there was some sort of treasure inside. Instead it contained twenty-five cards, each with some sort of monster on them. He looked at them and became interested. Maybe this would give him something to do. Reader, I suppose it might be to your knowledge that every trading card game, no matter what game or card it is, must at least have a minimum of two players. In Godfrey's case, there was not another person to share this new and exciting breakthrough of technological, square paper with. It took him a couple minutes to realize that another person was needed to make the game actually fun, so he slammed the cards down and took a rather assertive swig of water and gently laid sat the cup down. Then he realized something absolutely ridiculous. He could play his trading card game with the glass of water. A friendship between a glass of water, dear reader, lasts approximately eleven minutes and twenty-six seconds. Godfrey is not the only one who has had that happen, I too, reader, had befriended a glass of water, but I will never be prevalent to this story for I am just the story teller. Let's just leave it with our friendship was quite ridiculous, short, but still ridiculous. Godfrey had realized after sitting there for that eleven minutes and twenty-six seconds that his friendship with the water was becoming quite ridiculous and had to end. Saying that to a human would not only hurt that human, but the one who had made that very same decision. However, the glass of water just sat there, his black, marker eyes staring into space and his smile very unconvincing, which would be quite ridiculous if it was convincing, seeing as it was just a simple glass of water. Godfrey stood up and gathered up his trading cards, laying them on the desk and then caught sight of his blue print. He looked at the one of Earth, and then looked at the one of his new creature. He had to find someway to make someone to play cards with him, because there was no one there on Canada. He cleared his desk and put down his blue print, taping it so it lay completely flat on the desk. Godfrey grabbed some vanilla colored paper and started to make a paper maché molding. He started to build the frame out of coat hangers in his closet. Once the molding was done, he started paste all the parts on, leaving it open as if he was operating on a car. He started to make the insides of the body, which he did all from scratch. The inside of a human is much like a machine, even though we do not have metal parts on the inside. He made the insides out of various foods in his kitchen, which, if you think about it, my reader, are insides are indeed delicacies on the planet Canada, which is where we got the inspiration for Jell-O hearts and candy hearts and such. Once he was done with everything, he noticed he was missing a certain part, a part that would control the entire body for there were a bunch of veins that had no where to go. This part would be such as a battery would be for a toy, but much more. It would contain emotions. Godfrey had no idea what this part should be composed of or what it should even be called, but he wanted it to be amazing. He wanted it to symbolize love and hope and caring, for those were the only emotions he wanted this creature to have so it wouldn't end up like his brother. He actually created this part it's own blue print. He wrote down names and decided to have this part rhyme with the word part. So, he wrote down things such as fart, smart, cart, bart, and various others that would cause me to make this chapter 60 pages longer. After three hours of trying to come up with a name, he wrote down the word heart. The heart, my reader, was more powerful then than it is today. Not because it was brand new, but because it has been worn down lately by the change in how people see each other. Broken hearts do exist, but it's never physically. The more someone felt bad, the more pressure was put on their heart. This would make the heart more vulnerable. If someone is not fulfilled in life, their heart is very weak, and in some cases, might fail, which is why, reader, older people tend to have weaker hearts. Not because they are old, but because of how much misery or disappointment or even anger was put on their heart over the years. However, Godfrey made the heart unbreakable at one point, so we were at one time immortal. No disease or physical harm could kills us. Godfrey made it so his creation could feel no pain, because he had felt it terribly since his own life had began due to his condition in society on Canada. He did not want his creation to have to go through his pain, so the only emotions the heart would allow the creation's body to feel was hope, happiness, and caring. Godfrey put the heart in his creation's body and looked at the time. It was night time, so he decided to take a bath, making the mistake of not shutting his door and leaving his creation open. As he whistled on his journey to the shower, Diablo was coming around the corner throwing a football in the air. Diablo, despite his life's goal to make his brother miserable, had never been in his brother's room. He ambled in, shutting the door quietly behind him and walked straight to his brother's bulletin board. He saw the picture of Earth and started to laugh at his brother's dream. It was quite ridiculous to him, as his dream to Godfrey was quite ridiculous as well. He tore his eyes away from the blue print and then looked at the blue print taped to the desk. His jaw dropped. The blue print was very complex, more complex than the blue print of Earth. It had a lot of directions and notes and stuff that not even you, reader, would understand. He then looked at whatever was by the desk and noticed that that thing by the desk was what was on that complex blue print and Diablo was even more amazed, so he started to drool a little, for his jaw could drop no more. Diablo went to the body and was amazed by what was contained inside of the body. The various foods Godfrey had used were all hooked together in a way, and all connected to some sort of object that was not food, for we all know reader that not even the most tastiest food could keep a whole body running. Diablo touched the object that everything was hooked to and looked over at a little blue print taped to the face of this creation. There was the drawing of the heart and the insides and more directions, notes, and a bunch of different names scratched out. At the top it was labeled Heart and in parentheses it said: The "battery." Diablo observed the heart and decided to do one of the most evilest crimes he had ever committed. Diablo started to slam the heart against the desk, but realized after awhile that it was not working, so he started to throw it all across the room. Towards the end of all this worthless throwing and such, he tried to stab it with pens and pencils, but it would not work. Standing breathless, the heart held in his palm, he looked at it, made that he could not inflict any damage upon it, so, through his frustration, lasers came out of his eyes. Since the lasers had been shot out of his eyes because of anger, they were full of evil and the evil seeped inside the heart, causing some of the insides to weaken. It introduced the heart to the emotions of sadness, hopelessness, and anger. It made the heart very vulnerable, so it could become broken. The heart was full of false hope and pain. Luckily, some of the feeling of hope, happiness, and caring remained inside of it. Diablo, however, did not know he inflicted any damage upon heart, making Godfrey's creation able to die and putting so many rotten feelings inside of it. If he did know that, his life would be fulfilled at that moment. Instead he slammed the heart back in Godfrey's creation and left the room, forgetting his football. He was too angry to remember it, anyway. Ironically, Godfrey came in the second that Diablo left. He looked at his brother's angry face and wondered what was wrong, but didn't bother asking. He'd probably getting lasers shot at his foot again, anyway. With just a simple bath towel on, Godfrey walked into his dimly lit room and shut the door. He looked at his creation and then noticed that he needed clothes. He got into his underwear drawer and then grabbed him some underwear and then got his some jeans, a t-shirt, and dressed his creation. But, there was still something missing. Godfrey looked in the mirror on his door, which showed him his entire body. He looked at the creation and then himself many times, and then noticed it was missing hair. So, Godfrey got his father's razor and started to shave every hair on his body, his legs, his own hair, his facial stubblies, and even some unmentionable parts. Yes, reader, he went through a lot of pain, pain that you as girl, if you are, might never understand, because he shaved everything. And I will leave it at that. Once Godfrey had gone through the painful process of shaving his entire body, he had to take the time of placing ever individual hair on his creation's legs, arms, toes, and whatever else I do not want to mention. Godfrey implanted his hair into the creation so that if the creation ever decided to shave, the hair would just one day grow back. Godfrey stood back for a second and closed the chest of his creation. It was missing chest hair, but Godfrey wasn't yet old enough, so he was going to have to add chest hair later. It was time to awake his creation, so he put his hand on his creation's chest, where the heart was, and sent a tiny surge of the powers he had study about through the creation. This was Godfrey's first attempt to use these powers, so he was very flabbergasted when they actually worked. Godfrey stood back and awaited his creation to move. He stood there for possibly two minutes and then saw the creation's eyes open up. Its eyes were a soft, bubbly blue and they started to move. The creation stepped off of the frame it was on and collapsed to the ground for reader, the creation was newly born in some ways, and like a new born child, he could not walk. Godfrey ran to its side and helped it up. He sat him on a chair and his creation itched his head. "Where am I?" it said. "You are in my bedroom, which is on the planet Canada," said Godfrey, "and I am your creator, Godfrey." "Hi," it said. "Is there anything you would like to know?" he asked. "Why are you basically naked and I'm fully clothed?" it asked. Godfrey blushed and jumped up. "I'll go get dressed, first. Are you hungry or thirsty or such?" "What is that?" it asked. "Oh jeez, I'll have to explain," Godfrey said, and in a quick bound he went to the bathroom with his clothes to get dressed. The creation, my reader, was indeed the first man ever. He was also the first man to twiddle his thumbs, look at the ceiling, and whistle. Once Godfrey had reentered the room, the creation looked at him, dressed in his pajamas. Godfrey sat down across from him and they just stared at each other. It was at first very awkward, as most friendships are in the beginning, and there was a lot of staring and those awkward conversation starters as: "How are you", "How's your family", and "What did you purchase recently." However, the creation didn't know the answer to any of them, so Godfrey spent an entire night teaching the creation basic vocabulary and what questions were and why questions were asked. Then it was time for school, which reader, if you have ever gone to school without any sleep, you will probably recognize what type of school day Godfrey had had. He fell asleep in every class, but realized that once he got home, he would not be able to sleep, because he would be busy with his new creation. He would bring it to school, but knew that it had to remain a secret. When he got home, the creation was asleep on his bed, the activity Godfrey wished he could partake in, but he sat there and let his creation get his rest. As you may not know, Godfrey was a very caring individual and would let his creation sleep the entire day if he needed to. He was very caring because the pain had made him that way. Being the outcast that he was to people, it caused him to become more caring because he felt like him being worthless was his fault, and he decided to help everyone or everything that needed help. Pain can do that to people, or make them absolutely mean, but sometimes pain is not always a bad thing for other people, anyway. Godfrey sat there for an hour, wondering what his creation would want to know next, and finally saw him move. His creation slowly got up and stretched out his arms. He rubbed his eyes and said hi. The creation sat in the same chair that it was sitting in last night and yawned. “What did I just do?” it asked. “You slept,” Godfrey said. “You have to sleep to be awake the next day so you can go on through the day, getting all of your daily activities done.” “Awesome,” it said. Godfrey smiled and then thought a thought that is a simple thought, but he had forgotten about it. He needed to name his creation. He told it to wait just a moment and he went downstairs and looked through his parent’s library. He found a book his parents had bought when his mother was pregnant with his brother Diablo. It was a book containing baby names and it was quite old, seeing it was bought before Diablo was born. He went through names and found the name Adam, which now, my reader, means one of the Earth, however, Earth was not even thought of to anyone but Godfrey and possibly Diablo, so back then, the name Adam simply meant: person of many questions. Godfrey smiled and brought the book upstairs just in case the creation did not like its name. However, the creation was excited to be receiving a name. So, the creation was named Adam. Over the next couple of days, Godfrey taught Adam how to eat properly and how to use the bathroom, which he had to do only when Godfrey was there, so he could sneak out of the room. If they were ever caught, Godfrey could just say that it was his new friend. Godfrey and Adam were actually able to figure out how to play the trading card game. Not only did Godfrey now have more motivation to create Earth one day, but he had more motivation to do better in school, so Godfrey’s grades went shooting up without being the football team’s lead player and such. His parents became a little prouder, but were more focused on Diablo and getting him into college. Diablo never told his parents about Godfrey’s weird creation, because Adam would hid whenever Godfrey left the room, which really didn’t matter anyway, because Diablo never found another chance to get into his brother’s room during his senior year of high school. When Diablo went to college, Godfrey’s life became easier and he talked to his parents more and all the negativity had sorta left the house. With Godfrey talking to his parents more, Adam was left alone more and more, and Godfrey got himself a girlfriend here and there, so Adam would sometimes have no one but a glass of water to talk to. Diablo was having a good time in college. He was majoring in being a magician, but he just wanted to learn magic to cause as much chaos as possible. No one but Godfrey knew that and whenever Diablo came home and started to show his parents all he learned in college, Godfrey started to get anxious. 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| UnderdogAsh | May 21 2010, 09:37 PM Post #2 |
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Chapter 1 Part 2 Three years went by and Godfrey grew more mature, as well as Adam. However, Godfrey had to go to college and he stood at the door one day, holding two cases full of clothes and whatever else he would need for his new college adventure. Adam sat on the bed and looked at him; puzzled. “Whacha up to?” it asked, with a smile on its face. “I’m going to college,” Godfrey said. “Ooh, sounds fun,” Adam said. “Can I go?” “No,” said Godfrey and he looked at his feet, trying to pretend that they were interesting in someway. “That’s alright,” said Adam. “You’re never gone too long, anyway.” “Um, actually, I’m going to be gone for about three months,” Godfrey said. Whenever you are telling someone goodbye to someone reader, it hurts, a lot, and it usually hurts the one receiving the message more than the one delivering the message. When Godfrey had just said the dialogue you had just read, it felt like Adam’s chest became a huge black hole, which Godfrey did not know because he did not know that Adam’s heart was weakened to where he could feel that way. Being basically brought up by Godfrey, Adam never wanted to be a burden to anyone and did not want anyone to discover the true pain he was keeping inside, so he just smiled, crying on the inside and said, “I hope you have fun.” That being said, Godfrey smiled and left, not knowing that Adam was crying because he didn’t know Adam could feel bad enough to cry. Adam cried for the entire three months Godfrey was gone, not knowing what to do with itself. He slept a lot and ate less. It made frequent trips downstairs when Godfrey’s parents were gone to get food and water. Other than that, reader, Adam was very much alone. That feeling of being alone is very hard to describe, much as the feeling of love. Adam spent a lot of time thinking and crying, and nothing, not even video games or television could keep its mind off of everything that had happened with it and Godfrey the past three years. Godfrey was its best friend, and its only best friend, and the loneliness it had sort of ate its heart in some ways, and put that heavy feeling on its chest. But we all know that you do not stay in college forever, and Godfrey returned three months later for about a month of break. When Godfrey came home, Adam was sleeping. Godfrey shut the door quietly and sat down in the same chair he had sat down in three years ago, watching it sleep. He was excited that Adam would get to see him for the first time in what probably seemed like forever to it. Godfrey had no idea about the weight him leaving had put on Adam’s heart, because he didn’t know that Adam could feel that way, since it was programmed, in a way, for him to not be able to feel that sort of pain. Adam awoke about an hour later and saw Godfrey sitting on his chair. Adam was filled with excitement, much as the excitement a puppy would get when an owner returned home. It have Godfrey a hug and sat down on the bed, them facing each other. “So how’s college?” Adam asked. “Great,” Godfrey said, “I’m actually doing really well. This uniscapist thing is going to be really hard, though. I haven’t started classes on it yet, because the college wants me to stay there for a semester before I go and study my declared major. Once I go back after break, I’ll start the classes to be a uniscapist.” “Wait, you’re going back?” Adam asked. Have you ever had that feeling, reader, in the back of your throat when you want to cry, but you don’t want to? It’s a feeling hard to describe, but maybe it feels like your throat burns, or sometimes it might feel as if you swallowed an entire mango in succession and now it is trying to come back up. Whatever that feeling in the back of your throat is, Adam was feeling it. However, it swallowed that feeling and simply said, “Well, you’re here for a little while, so that’s all that matters.” Godfrey smiled, happy that his friend couldn’t feel pain because if it could, he knew it would be torn up on the inside. After some weeks of fun, Godfrey looked at Adam and told him that he would have to be leaving soon. He only had a week left before he had to leave and go back to college, so he could start to study under uniscaping professors. Adam looked at the ground and suddenly had an amazing idea. “Could you make another one of me?” Adam asked. “Yeah, I suppose I could,” said Godfrey. “We’ll make you a little brother.” “Um, well,” said Adam, “I remember when you were in high school you hung out with these people that were like you, but not like you in some instance. You called them your girlfriends, I think.” Godfrey’s jaw dropped for a moment. Adam wanted a girlfriend. However, my reader, as you know, relationships between people are sometimes amazing, but sometimes not. Godfrey had at least five girlfriends in high school, however none of them were in fact “the one” and they all ended in pain, sorrow, and gave him an addiction to terrible love songs. But then, as Godfrey thought about it more thoroughly, he realized that Adam would never feel any of those feelings and if this new creation would be “the one” he would have to know right away, otherwise nothing would spark just because of mere attractiveness. Adam could not make a mistake when choosing the right lady for himself, so Godfrey got out his blue print paper and he and Adam started to compose what would be known as a woman. They spent about two days making the perfect lady creation and then Godfrey started to build the insides of the woman, rewiring some things so the body would work different. There was, however, a mistake in the anatomy of a woman and Godfrey did not realize this until sometime later. He put this tube in not quite tight enough, and when lady child has lived a couple of years, maybe ten, eleven or so, this tube would just come completely off, which would cause what woman today call the period. Quite nifty, I do say so myself, but not really… Anyway, once the insides were done, Godfrey decided to take a shower. Adam held the heart of the lady creation, and watched it ever so dearly as Godfrey had gotten ready for his shower. Once Godfrey had left, Adam sat there and kissed the heart. That heart would help end its loneliness. Diablo was back from break, too, and he was more powerful than ever. He was about to graduate that year, and had learned so much magic that he could even make magic come out of his wazoo, not that one would like to see such a sight, but it was part of the college course he was indeed taking. Diablo, ironically, decided that day to see what his brother was up to his room. He opened the door and Adam looked up, happy as every for he thought that it was Godfrey. Instead, there came in Diablo who looked at Adam like he was something he had never seen before because he had, but he didn’t realize it quite at that time. “Who are you?” Adam asked, holding the heart now to its chest. “Um, hello, who are you?” Diablo asked. “Um, I’m Adam, Godfrey’s creation,” Adam said quietly. “I’m Diablo, Godfrey’s older brother,” Diablo said, checking out the new creature. He then looked at what it was holding against its chest and everything came back to him. He remembered trying to destroy something such as that, but not succeeding. He was only a senior in high school at that time, so he decided he was going to give it another try. “Could I see that for a second please?” Diablo asked, putting on one the warmest smiles he had ever put on in his life. “Godfrey told me that I needed to keep a tight hold on it,” said Adam. “He said that this is like the battery for my new girlfriend.” And then, reader, Adam made a huge mistake. It pointed at the lady creation, all opened up. Diablo looked at it and started to conjure a story in his head. He needed that heart so he could use the new powers he had learned in three years since the last time, when he weakened Adam’s heart. He wanted to see if he could completely destroy it. “I am going to college too, ya know,” said Diablo, and he seated himself across from Adam, trying to be as casual as possible. “I’m going to be a magician.” “That sounds cool,” Adam said, warming up to Diablo. “Godfrey’s going to be a uniscapist.” “Hah, I love my brother,” Diablo said, to you, reader, which is obviously a lie, but to Adam, it was not and it smiled, eating up his lie like a tasty cake. “He has always had a lot of dreams, which is why you were created, Adam.” “Yeah,” he said. “Do you know what love is?” Diablo asked. “Not love between friends, I mean, but love between a girl and a boy?” “I do not,” said Adam, “but I will with me and Godfrey’s new lady creation.” “Not necessarily,” said Diablo. “True love is sort of a hit and miss. You might think you have found it, but ultimately, in the end, you might have not. In the end there is usually a lot of pain, sometimes unbearable pain, and I wouldn’t want to see you go through that. Have you ever felt pain before?” “Yes,” said Adam. “Whenever Godfrey leaves, I’m overwhelmed with this heavy feeling and all I could do was try to get my mind off of him gone, but in the end, I would just cry myself to sleep.” “Well, I can take that contraption you have in your hands and make it so that this girl here will have the most love you could find on this planet for you,” Diablo said, smiling even more. “She will never hurt you in anyway and she shall always love you, no matter what, in sickness and in health, for the richer or the poorer, she will always love you.” Adam nodded and handed over the heart and watched Diablo use a lot of magic on the heart, magic that was weakening it much more than Adam’s own heart had been weakened, making the heart no longer immortal. This is why, reader, women’s hearts are seen to be more fragile than men’s, which also is why they are sometimes double as mean, because their hearts are weakened much more. In some ways, that makes them more caring, but in other ways, that makes them more malicious. Once Diablo was done, he gave the heart back to Adam who felt it. It felt a little softer, but Adam just thought that was all part of the process. “Thank you Diablo,” said Adam. “No problem,” Diablo said, and he touched Adam’s forehead. “Now, why don’t you go to sleep and everything will be okay.” Adam started to get drowsy and it looked up at Diablo, his face getting more blurry. Adam smiled and fell into a quick sleep. “You, sir, will not remember a thing,” said Diablo and he picked Adam up, looking at that heart, still being held tightly in Adam’s hands. Diablo was a little disappointed that he couldn’t destroy the heart entirely, but he knew that he had weakened it, hearing from Adam that he had experienced pain before. Diablo gently laid Adam on Godfrey’s bed and looked at him for a second, and then started to laugh. He was very happy with how he had handled things. He left the room, catching some plants on fire in the hallway as Godfrey was going down the hallway, feeling refreshed from his shower, not taking any notice that Diablo had just walked straight out of his room. Godfrey went in his room, cleaning out his ears with a towel, and looked at Adam sleeping, the heart he told it to hold close still in his grasp. Godfrey went to his parent’s bedroom and got some clothes for the lady creation. He got her a pink summer dress that his mother was not too big for, and dressed her up. He once again shaved himself, but for the leg hairs and such, he cut them and made them thinner, taking each individual hair and scraping it against some scissor blades. This is how woman have hair quite thinner than men on their arms and legs. It took Godfrey about five hours to do so, but Adam had still not awaken, so he went ahead and started to groom her, putting on some make up that his mother had in the bathroom. Godfrey wanted her to be beautiful for Adam, because he knew she meant a lot to it. Godfrey went ahead and woke Adam up after about an hour of grooming her and Adam stared sleepily into space as he started to wake up. Godfrey asked for the heart and it became extremely excited. This was it, this was the birth of Adam’s new girlfriend. Its life partner in a way, which, to honestly tell you, it would be Adam’s life partner. Godfrey wired the heart in and closed up its chest while Adam stood behind him and looked at the girl like it was the most amazing thing in the world. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Adam asked. “Yes it is,” Godfrey said and he too had become attracted to it, but not in a way of true love, but in a way that he was happy to have created Adam and this new lady creation. He was happy he had a purpose when three years ago he though he was destined to be a worthless loser. In story books, things like this always happen, reader, and if you feel like a worthless loser yourself, that is not always the case because sometime in life, you will find your opportunity like Godfrey had, and in some cases, it might be right under your nose. Godfrey had that hope and that motivation, and Adam helped him find it. Sometimes it takes a friend to help, sometimes it doesn’t, but whatever the case, underdogs can succeed too. Godfrey felt a tear drop go down his eye and touched the lady creation’s chest and was about to put a surge of power through it when he realized that he had forgotten to name it. Godfrey told Adam to wait a moment and he ran downstairs and started to look through the girl names the old book he had read three years ago had contained and he got to the very end of the E section and found the name Eve which meant life. He felt that that was the best suited name for it because it was going to give Adam the life it wanted. Godfrey rushed upstairs and told Adam the name and Adam said the name over and over again and smiled. “Eve is an amazing name for an amazing lady creation,” said Adam. “Let’s use it!” So with the name Eve ready and such, Godfrey put his hand on its chest and used his powers, which he hadn’t really used since three years ago on Adam. Eve opened its eyes and then walked off the frame, collapsing on the ground much as Adam had done three years ago. It looked up as Godfrey helped it up and met eyes with Adam’s. Reader, if you do not know, love is a funny thing. Sometimes it can be enormously painful, but in some cases it can be amazingly remarkable. The word remarkable did not even do the love these two shared justice. They both knew as soon as they looked at each other that this was it, this is what they had both been waiting for and you might think that would be ridiculous seeing as Eve had only been alive a few seconds, but it knew that without Adam, it would not be complete and Adam knew the same thing about Eve. You, my reader, may possible feel that the love you have for someone is greater or about the same, but you never do know. It was some sort of a divine accident, if you will, that these two met each other. For you to meet that “one” you may have to go through many trials and errors, but you will have to go through a billion people possibly before you find that “one” which may be the dreadful truth, and that “one” may be mistaken as someone else’s “one” as well, but one day, I do hope that this feeling that Adam and Eve had for each other you will have for someone else, because you will need nothing else in the world. Which is what Eve was thinking as it sat in the chair, looking dearly at Adam like it was the only person in the room. Godfrey sat there, awkwardly, for he had never seen two people stare each other down as much as they did, with such a peaceful look upon their faces. Godfrey broke this awkward silence by saying, “So, Eve, I should teach you how to walk.” “Okay,” it said. So, for an hour or so, Adam and Godfrey demonstrated to Eve how to walk. It learned rather quickly, mostly because it wanted to talk to Adam. Godfrey had seen this lack of concentration and decided to let the two just sit while he drew up some blue prints. He was feeling rather depressed that maybe Eve was going to get more attention from Adam than him, but it was reasonable, seeing as he had left Adam all alone. Godfrey was sure that in a few days all the feelings would recede and things would go back to normal. However, that did not happen and for Godfrey’s final week, all it was spent was claiming that the creation and the lady creation were called a man and a woman and that the way to tell them apart was by calling Adam a he and Eve a she. Otherwise, he sat at his desk, listening to the two talk about how amazing one another was. When Godfrey was getting ready to leave, he stood at his bedroom door, once again, with his bags, ready to head back to college. He watched as Adam stroked Eve’s brown hair and then started to touch her face. He then cleared his throat and got Adam’s attention. “You leaving?” Adam asked. “Yeah,” said Godfrey. “Well, I hope you have fun,” called out Eve. “I’ll try,” said Godfrey. “You guys be good when I’m gone, okay?” “Yeah, we’ll be fine,” said Adam. Godfrey turned his back and was about to shut the door, but then said, “Are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything?” “Nah,” said Adam, “I’ll have all that I need right here.” Eve giggled and Adam started to tickle her. Godfrey left, shutting the door behind him, his head hanging all the way to college. He felt alone. Godfrey came back some months later and walked into his bedroom, happy to see Adam. He had conjured up a story in his mind that Adam and Eve got fed up with each other and Adam would ask Godfrey to destroy Eve. He knew that it couldn’t be done, but he pretended in his mind that it could. Godfrey opened the door and said hello, trying to sound as bright as possible, but he dropped his bags in surprise and his jaw dropped, probably much farther than any jaw has dropped before. What he saw, reader, was Adam, Eve, and two little Adam and Eves. Godfrey pointed at them and shouted, “What are those?” Adam jumped up and turned to face Godfrey. “Um, well, so me and Eve were messing around a little, and got really close and put stuff into stuff and found out that it was actually quit pleasurable. Anyway, about nine months later, these things happened.” Those things, my reader, were in fact babies, if you have not guessed. Godfrey had no idea that his making Eve as different as she was would allow her to have children with a man such as Adam. He grabbed his blue prints and sat there for hours that day, while Eve and Adam played with their children. He tried to figure out how it all happened, and went through many different processes and finally realized why it all happened. Godfrey thought of it rather disgusting, but that’s how he made his creations. They were able to have their own children with each other, depending all on the gender. Adam and Eve could make more children together, so he had to educate then on what exactly happened. No matter, however, for whenever Godfrey had returned from a break, Eve was indeed pregnant. By the time Godfrey was done with college, Adam and Eve had made seven children, one set of twins, one set of triplets, and two sets of just one baby by itself. When Godfrey returned home after getting his degree in uniscaping, he looked at the new family and got a low paying job and an apartment, just for him, Adam, Eve, and the seven babies, with two more on the way. Life, reader, for Godfrey was very, very difficult from then on. It took him two years to actually get a job in uniscaping, and it took him a year to even get a decent spot in his job. Adam and Eve just kept having children and it was very hard for Godfrey to keep up on. Babies were everywhere, and they seemed to be getting older as the years went by, and so did Adam and Eve. Godfrey did not know as much as you might have thought that he knew about man. After a couple months in the office, Godfrey’s planet Earth was discovered because a custodian was snooping around and thought he would get a promotion by showing off Godfrey’s creation. The custodian, sadly was not given a promotion, but Godfrey was. The boss of the company thought of Godfrey’s new planet as possibly the one thing that company was in need of to get more money. The company had not been very successful lately. They had created Venus, which just became polluted, Mars, which was just a ball of dust, and Uranus, a planet that was thought up as joke, but was mistaken as an actual project and actually made. This company was called Milkyway. As you might have heard, it only took Godfrey a week to create the planet Earth, but all in reality, it took three years, and what a three years it was. Godfrey became a celebrity and everybody recognized him and he was handed money and new houses and everything everyone dreamed of having. What Godfrey really wanted, more than anything, however, was to see Adam, Eve, and all their children to find a home, where they could live happily together, with other people like Adam and Eve, but not quite the same. Godfrey dreamed of the people, but didn’t have to create blue prints. He decided that Earth was going to be the new home of his men and women, and he’d watch them grow. The people on his planet were too selfish to live on a remarkable planet such as Earth. Now, you’re probably wondering what happened to Diablo exactly. Nothing happened, dear reader, because his attitude changed. He lost contact with everyone, even Godfrey and his parents. He went out and started to devise his own plans, and when he heard of Godfrey’s success, he started from scratch. He went to Earth while it was under construction and created his own place, so he could cause misery to his brother’s creations, which would cause his brother to fail. Diablo created hell under everyone’s noses and tidied it up and began to make his own men and women, so he could wait for Godfrey’s creations and ultimately destroy them. It was a bright, sunny day on the first day of Earth and there were a lot of people from Canada there, standing and waiting to live on this new planet. Godfrey was nervous for this grand opening, for he had to tell them that he was not letting them live on the planet, he was going to let his new creations live there. It was going to be tough, but Godfrey had to do it. He got up to the podium, his boss standing beside him, smiling, and the boss motioned for people to quiet down. The people of Canada were very excited to start living there and building their homes and starting new families. This was amazing to them, and they wanted to be happy, or at least they thought living there would make them happy. They were very needy for new things that no one else had, and the new planet was just for them. Godfrey cleared his throat and said, “Welcome to planet Earth.” People started to scream and Godfrey had to say several times excuse me, and after two minutes of screaming, it finally quieted down. “However,” Godfrey had said, “I have decided that my creations, man and woman, are the only creatures permitted to live here.” The boss gave a quick angry glance as people started to cause a riot. People were throwing things at Godfrey. “You are not serious, correct?” the boss asked. “No, sir, I am, and I’m truly sorry, but look at these people. They’ll just trash the place.” “I hope you know that we lost tons of money on this,” said the boss. “The company might have to go bankrupt. You need to design us another planet, stat.” “What if I don’t want to?” asked Godfrey. “Then you can rot on this stupid creation with you and your stupid creations,” the boss said. “I knew I should’ve never used your idea. You’re too full of yourself. You’re worthless, and you always will be!” With that, the boss and everyone else left, leaving Godfrey, Adam, Eve, and their children alone. What they did not know was that Diablo was there with his two creations, much like Adam and Eve. Their names were Flix and Linda. But, Diablo didn’t stop there, and created more men and women, to go up on the ground and take over Earth, so that Godfrey and his men and women would be ruled solely by Diablo and his creations. Some months went by and Godfrey had created more of his men and women and Diablo was underneath, preparing his people to go up on Earth and cause as much chaos as they could. When it was time for Diablo’s people to arise, he set them up, all in single file lines, so they could go to Adam and take over. “Your time has come now, my friends, to destroy the creatures my brother has made above us,” said Diablo to all of them. “Once you have succeeded in taking over, one of you shall report back to me so that I can help you in the final scheme and kill my worthless brother.” Everyone cheered and started to run out. Only Diablo, Flix, Linda, and their two boys Fwing and Flint remained. They waited on a cozy couch as the men and women of Diablo went above and started to take over. But, my dear reader, Diablo did not think that they would be able to feel the emotion of happiness and did not know that they could change their own minds about what they thought was right and what was wrong. As soon as his creations got to the top of the Earth, they met Godfrey’s creations, which his creations showed them hospitality. When you come right down to it, no one came back to Diablo because no one wanted to and Diablo’s plan was horribly ruined, but he didn’t know that, because he remained on the couch, thinking that anytime someone will come and tell him of all the pandemonium his creatures had caused to Godfrey’s. After a couple months of waiting on the couch, he realized that someone was wrong, but he could not show his head on Earth, so he created a plan to just go up himself and cause chaos. But, that would have to wait until the right moment, because he was not ready yet. After some more years, Godfrey was playing golf with Adam, a sport that involved using a really thick stick, some small oranges, and a hole in the ground. You basically had to hit the orange into the hole with the stick, and the game was over. So, Adam created multiple holes in the ground so that the game could be longer and him an Godfrey played the longest golf game in the history of man. The game was one-hundred-thirty-four holes long, and they had been at it for three days. On their third day, somewhere in the middle, a gigantic hamster arose from the ground and actually picked up Adam and started to shake him everywhere. While Godfrey watched this happen, he realized that first of all, he shouldn’t have created a gigantic hamster, and second of all, Adam was bleeding and screaming in pain, which man was not suppose to do. Once the hamster had its fun of swinging Adam around, Godfrey ran to his side. He was having trouble bleeding and he was crying in pain. “I thought I wasn’t suppose to die,” Adam said. “That’s what I thought too, my friend,” said Godfrey. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I made the heart strong enough to withstand anything” At that moment, Adam had died, which was indeed very heartbreaking. Godfrey sat there and cried for awhile, until he heard his friend’s voice once again, and he started to shake Adam like he was a toy of some sort, but he wasn’t waking. But why was he still hearing his friend’s voice? Godfrey looked up and saw Adam, but it wasn’t Adam. He was very transparent. Godfrey looked at this person in the sky and sighed. “So, yeah, I died,” said Adam. “Indeed you did,” said Godfrey. “What should I do exactly?” “I don’t know.” “Well, what’s going to happen to everyone else when they die, and all the animals? What are you going to do Godfrey? You have to think of something? Godfrey stood there for a moment and looked at Adam, but then looked at the clouds that he could see through Adam. Godfrey had no idea why he made the clouds. They were sometimes nice to look at, but other than that, they had no purpose. Then, Godfrey had an idea and he began to float up towards Adam, who had no idea he could actually do that. “Did you die?” Adam asked. “Might as well,” said Godfrey. “I’ve done all I needed to here. Let’s go make a place for the dead like you. An extravagant place, where there are no limits. Let’s make-” “Heaven,” said Adam. “Heaven?” said Godfrey. “Heaven,” said Adam. “Sounds lovely.” And thus, dear reader, Heaven was created, to it could be used to hold the dead people of Earth. As more people were made, more people would die. Godfrey had disappeared, but not from people’s hearts, and for what seemed like forever, man and woman lived in harmony. |
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