The Security Seal

An explanation:

On the Writing PSSA's, there are stickers used to cover the prompts in order to keep us from getting a head start. The stickers read as follows:

Security Seal

Do NOT remove this seal until directed.

Hence this drawing. I give you... The Security Seal.

Nute Gunray Soulja Boy

This is a video I made awhile back, so I figured I should put a link here.

The Continuing Adventures of: Bjorn and Company!

Journal Entry 6

As I go to write this entry, I have realized something horrible.  Journal entries four and five have gotten covered in sludge!  Damn that sewer beast…  I will do my best to summarize what has happened recently, though my memory is a little fuzzy.  We went to see the queen, our kobold flirted with her guard, and the guard hit the kobold a lot, as well as kicked Kurtis in the gentlemen’s region.  The queen rewarded us for doing… something, we got some gold, met an extremely drunk man named Grau, turned out he was a guard, we brought him back to his station, got rewarded and than we were asked to assist in something.  Due to the recent chaos in the city, we were asked to work as vigilantes of the guard, stop a former guard by the name of Verik Vancaskerkin, who was speaking against the queen, and all this at a nice place called “All the World’s Meat”.  Well, we enter the shop, question the owners, Maldur and Boldrago, about Verik, get nowhere, they threaten us, we fight, Bjorn and Company prevails.  We fight some meat packers, Prime almost gets killed by a pig, but luckily, I was able to jump into the pen and toss him out to be healed by Alkippy.  We go upstairs and find Verik, attempt to negotiate, but that doesn’t go so well, he attacks us, and, after a very tough battle, a solid half of which I was unconscious for, we knock him unconscious, and take him back to Cressida Kroft.  We Collect our reward, find out that the meat was people, but, after a vote from the party, decide not to tell the people, and are off.  She than comes and tells us about another thing that we must do.

There is a man, who, for the life of me, I cannot remember the name of, from Cheliax, who has been meddling in affairs around here.  We are told to find the spider king, and soon do.  After paying a large sum of money (500 gold!), and me winning a rather interesting and violent game called “Knivesies”, in which only one of my four other party members bet on me, he gave us letters that would incriminate this man.  We bring them to Cressida.  She tells us to go faff about for a couple of days, which we do post haste!  Soon, we are called back, and told that a young lady has been found who is rumored to have assassinated the king!  We run off quickly to find her and save her from the mobs so we might interrogate her.  On our way to where she lives, in the slums, a massive sewer beast, with three eyes, three tentacles, and three legs, bursts out of the ground before us.  I sprint at it, and am immediately knocked unconscious.  Luckily, I am quickly revived by Alkippy and Irtimid, our half-elf sorcerer.  I stand up, as a few spells are cast at the beast by Irtimid and the kobold, as his snake rushes up to the abomination.  I swing at the creature, and with a massive hit, open a large wound in it’s’ stomach.  Almost directly after this, Kurtis, with strength I did not know he had, smashes the creature in its middle eye, killing it.  Then things got weird.

As the creature fell, it gave us a beautiful lament about its life thus far, and as deeply moved by this story as I was, I ran a few feet away from it.  I came back, and found people talking about the good life that this sewer-thing had lived, and, after the creature had apparently bequeathed all it owned to us as it lay dieing, the villagers brought its items from the sewer and we sold what of it we didn’t want to keep.  I started crying tears of confusion, which apparently brought the beast back to life, and, uh… it kind of skipped down the rest of the street, and left into the sunset… yeah…  I got a very nice sword-cane out of it all, and, though I don’t think I will ever use it, it is a very nice item to have, just in case.  After spending what felt like an eternity walking through the streets and being given false directions to this woman’s house, we find out way there through dumb luck.  I kick down the door, and see the woman sleeping in her bed.  Odd as it was, I wake up and try to touch her, to see that she is made of naught but light.  We are now in hot pursuit of her over the roof tops.

Mackenzie Fox: The Autobiography

A "nobody" writing an autobiography? Who the hell does he think he is? Yeah, I know what you are thinking. It is the story of my life.

Part 1: A Really Shady Guy Tries to Sell Me Drugs

I was born in Philadelphia and I still live close by outside the city. On occasion, I take mostly uneventful trips into the city. It was New Years Eve of 2010, and I took the train into the city with some friends of mine. We were taking a stroll down South Street, a street lined with stores, as we carried on a conversation. Now, I don't smoke marijuana, though many people do not believe me due to my usually scruffy, care-free image. As I talked with my friends, I remarked how I could theoretically fit in with a group of pot-heads just because of how I look and my normally relaxed state of mind. Suddenly, a man steps out in front of me, my friends take no notice and keep walking. Here I am, starring face to face with a shady-looking, even scruffier man who reacks of weed. "Hey," he says casually. I knew what was coming next. "You smoke?" I reacted naturally, wanting to escape. "No," I answered. Thinking it was over, I stepped to the side, wanting to move around the man. He, however, wasn't done yet. Intensely starring at me, the man questions, "Why not?" Now, I really wanted out without the man thinking that I'm judging him. Saying the first thing I think of, I lie. "Look, I don't have any money." I did. The man may have known this, as he made his final attempt. Reaching inside his shady long coat, he draws out and handful of what appeared to be marijuana tablets. Now, I'm no expert, but I was pretty sure some thing like that didn't exist. Presenting the tablets before me, sitting with no wrappings or anything in his bare hand, the man gives me a really shady grin. I've had enough and finally dash around the man and move down the street. The man quickly shoved his "merchandise" back into the inside pocket of his jacket, and, thankfully, gave up without chasing after me. This wasn't the first time someone tried to sell me marijuana, but it definitely stands out as the shadiest.

Part 2: An Old Lady at a Retirement Home Thinks I'm Someone Else

This story begins as I arrived at my Great Grandmother's funeral at a not-so-far-away funeral home. My family and I entered into the church section of the building. My brother and I were standing in the back of the room. As we began to walk to where my father was, I hear a raspy smoker-esque voice call from behind us, "Boys. Boys! Stop! Stop! Stop!" I turn around to find I an elderly lady sitting in a wheel chair. Having got our attention, she began to point toward her face, slightly rocking back and fourth, repeating, "Remember me? Remember me? Remember me?" Unsure of how to address this situation, I acted on my first impulse and responded, "Uh, no." She stopped and starred at my brother and I with a confused expression upon her face. With an inquiring finger wag, she questioned, "Are you from West Chester?" Again, "No," I responded. Squinting at us, she continued the interrogation, "Where are you from?" "Wallingford," I responded. "Ohhhhhh," she said, followed by a long pause. She looked around, and, turning back to my brother and I, concluded, "I thought you were from West Chester."

Part 3: I Eat Lunch with a Squirrel

In the summer of 2010, I took a 3D character modeling course at Swarthmore College through the Digital Media Academy. It was an alright course, assuming one has an interest in the subject matter. The gave out some pretty cool t-shirts, too. Anyway, it was my third day taking the class, and we had just been sent free for the hour-long lunch break. I took my time heading to the lunch hall, so I fell well behind everyone else. When I finally made my way there, I found that the lunch area had apparently been move somewhere else. So, I wander around the campus aimlessly, eating my sandwich, which was really good, as I went. Now, this is where the story enters its climax, a literary term use to define the really exciting scene in an action movie that people like to talk about whilst disregarding the rest of the movie. As I followed a pathway something caught my eye, which I assume you are clever enough to dissect from the title. Anyway, there was this squirrel chewing on a sign post, which belonged to one of those really tiny signs used to label plants. Considering that I was alone and had an hour to kill, I sat down near the squirrel, which had noticed me and mostly stopped chewing on the signpost, only offering the occasional brief gnaw. I tore a chunk of bread from my sandwich and tossed it general vicinity of the wee-beast. Now, it is to my own personal belief that it was the generally shared opinion that bread tastes better than sign posts that cause to squirrel to abandon its previously chosen meal for the newly available option. While most people rational people would leave the creature to its business and proceed with their own, I happen to have a history of feeding squirrels with strategically placed peanut-butter sandwiches, thus causing me to have a slight affection for the creatures. I must have sat their for a good thirty minutes feeding bread to that squirrel. I even almost got it to eat from my hand, but I had to return to class and abandon my bread-devouring rodent friend.

Part 4: Truck Not Monkey

coming soon...

Chapters to Expect in the future: "I Climb a Library", "The Re-Telling of One Man's Musical Epiphany", and many other fascinating tales.

MAC Cannon

Wow, cell phones are getting awesome quality...