Ben Reeper: Chapter 2

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Ladies and gents, birds and poltergeists, singers and post-traumatic pants disorders. I'm here to tell you that chapter 2 of the Ben Reeper saga is now online for your reading pleasure, or if reading is not your pleasure you're welcome to rent a movie instead.

Last time Ben Reeper and his crew found out that a race known as the Velusans are building planetbusters, a powerful and illegal weapon, capable of destroying an entire world. They were assigned the task of verifying that information, and if they are building planetbusters they must stop them before these weapons end up in the wrong hands.

I would also like to note that I've moved from deviantart.com to blogger.com because of the RichEdit capabilities of blogger.com. It makes my life a lot easier, and it makes me look young and hip. A lot more hip. There is no such thing as too hip. And if you add some hop, throw in a pants disorder (preferebly not a post-traumatic one, then you'll end up with Kris Kross), and you have a winning concept.

The new link is http://benreeper.blogspot.com and chapter 2 can be found here.

Is it possible to tell from this entry, how tired am I right now? Nah, didn't think so. But I am tired, just look at how wiggly my letters are. No? Okay, fine. Be that way. Don't listen to the almighty cheese. I can dance across your lap in the time it takes for you to say "Gandolfino" wearing a fishbowl as a hat. You think you're funny, huh? You in a red car, licking the asphalt like there's no food in the refrigerator! What am I saying? And why is that refrigerator moving? Are they supposed to move? Maybe it's a new model, with wheels or something. Comes with the apartment I guess... wait a minute, who's apartment is this? I don't live in an apartment! Where am I? Could this be Australia? I thought I'd gotten out of that place months ago. Well, I have to go see if I can find some weird people, or perhaps a bed... or maybe both? Or a map... a nap would be good. And a bed. Well...

So long... and take that damn violin and the guy attached to it with you when you leave!