Sayonorara...Somewhere in the infinite entirety of existence, a phone was ringing. The number displayed on the caller id was, and probably still is, 593-768-9274. If this is your number, give up already, unless you have a very good reason for this call.This phone has been ringing for a while, though. The ringing has contnued since before such a thing as a telephone was ever invented. This phone belonged to a certain Arienya Eledreya, up until the point where this being was awoken by the sound of its ringing one early afternoon and threw it out the window. Or, more exactly, the airlock. She forlornly watched it sail away through the empty oblivion of space and sighed. Maybe it would have been simpler just to have answered it. The wonderation of what a telephone of all things was doing on her ship never even occurred to her.Meanwhile, the telephone continued to ring. It is a magical telephone, and had no need of a connection or power.Arienya had no purpose in life; she simply drifted about the
Mad Hatter with a Blastive GunThey say, “A moment of pain, an eternity of pleasure,” or at least, something to that effect. Well, its a bloody LIE. Both parts are, in fact, or at least were for me. Getting bitten actually didn't hurt at all, really, especially in comparison to all the times my crazy friends and I all bit each other as a show of 'go die, but I suppose you're too lazy, so I'll just hurt you instead.' No, the turning into a vampire, this was a clean bite, and anyone who's ever tried to cook and has had a baby brother would know that getting cut with a butcher knife is a lot less painful than having a hand slammed in a car door, causing two of the fingers to get ripped out of the sockets, taking three agonizing months to heal, and then still hurting every time writing is attempted, which, when one is still in school, just happens to be every day... And then, even as an undead, when the same thing happens AGAIN, why, it hurts just as much, and everyone just laughs, like its just fine.