Archive for November, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 27th, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Which brings up a good question: are you actually thankful for all God has blessed you with, and how often do you remember all He has done for you, including the cross? Think about it.

GalactiGuy #9

Monday, November 24th, 2008

Last time, GalactiGuy had just left Ganymede, where he had had quite an adventure, including being chased by a rampaging mob of 15-story tall aliens. At the conclusion of the adventure, our hero had left an alien who had saved him with the creature’s words in his mind: “You will find your partner where you’ll least expect him.” We now find our hero entering Earth’s atmosphere in his spaceship the Light Particle.

“Woo, it’s getting hot in here,” GalactiGuy comments, “The friction of entering the atmosphere is causing it. I’ll speed up so that this heat ends sooner.” With that, our hero increases his speed and shoots through the atmosphere, and enters into the sky over the metropolis Busyton, which is dark, the time being 4:00 A.M.. GalactiGuy pilots his ship toward the 4M building, which is located near the center of the city, and in moments lands on the top of the 4M building.

“Now, I can get an early start on my work,” GalactiGuy says as he jumps out of his ship. Several minutes later, we find our hero walking out of an elevator, and through a room filled with cubicles. But as he nears his cubicle, he hears a faint sound coming from it, a sound like papers being handled, and a pen scribbling away.

“I hear a sound coming from my cubicle,” our hero whispers to himself, stopping dead in his tracks. “It sounds like papers being handled, and a pen scribbling away.” Our hero slowly begins to creep toward his cubicle, and silently peers into it. Our hero sees a small figure leaning over his desk, quickly scribbling things down on paper, and putting papers into a pile.

“That figure seems to be sorting those papers,” GalactiGuy thinks. “I wonder if I should confront it. It doesn’t appear to be harming anything, but it shouldn’t be in my cubicle without me even knowing. Hmm. I think I’ll confront it.” With that, our hero slowly tiptoes into the cubicle. But before our courageous hero gets to the figure, it casually turns around, only to see, from its perspective, a tall, shadowy figure standing behind him. The figure jumps up and screams,

“AUGH!” GalactiGuy, startled by the sudden scream, screams,

“AUGH!” Now, the figure says, breathing deeply,

“Who are you?”

“I’m GalactiGuy,” our hero replies, panting from the shock, “Who are you, and what are you doing in my cubicle?”

“Well,” the figure says, while going through a strange nervous shake, “I’m Peck, and, well, I was waiting for you in your cubicle, until I saw your messy desk. I was bored so I started sorting everything.”

“Well, if you don’t mind,” GalactiGuy says, “I’m going to go turn on some lights. I’ll be back in a sec, then we can talk more.” With that our hero runs through the room to the light switches, turns on the lights and jogs back to Peck. He enters the cubicle and sees that Peck appears to be a large bird.

“You appear to be a large bird,” our hero comments.

“Actually, I’m just bird-like,” Peck corrects.

“Oh,” GalactiGuy says. “Well, why were waiting for me?”

“Well, I got a call from an old pal of mine on Ganymede- Rimbulik- and he told me he had found someone by the name of GalactiGuy who needed a sidekick. I told him I’d like to be your sidekick, and he told me where to find you.”

“You certainly found me quickly,” GalactiGuy remarks, “I just got back from Ganymede a few minutes ago.”

“I’m light on my feet,” Peck says.

“Well, I’m glad you’re my sidekick,” GalactiGuy says. “The first thing that we should do is go and see my friend Dr. Whoops.”

“Okay,” Peck replies. “Let’s go.”

GalactiGuy and Peck walk out of the cubicle and to the top of the 4M building. GalactiGuy opens the door to the Light Particle, and Peck hops in. But when GalactiGuy tries to get in, he finds that he can’t because Peck takes up the whole seat.

“When we get to Dr. Whoops’ laboratory,” GalactiGuy says, trying to squeeze into the ship, “The first thing we’re going to do is ask him to make our ship be able to fit more than one person. That would be nice, wouldn’t it, Peck.”

“Sure… would,… pal,” our bird friend gasps, while being squeezed into the far end of the seat….

“I’m bird-like, not a bird,” Peck interjects.

 Oh, yeah. Sorry. Anyway, GalactiGuy manages to get into the Light Particle, and he and Peck speed off toward the lab of Dr. Whoops. 

To be continued…