Do you love fantasizing? If so, please spend some time to read and imagine my multiply introduction below. Remember to break the chains of your brain, and as you read through the smiles of the letters, let your imagination flow like a peaceful river. Enjoy!
You sit in front of your computer, waiting for the whole page to load. Thanks to the monotony of the images appearing one by one, you start counting time on your head. “One second… Two seconds… Three seconds…. Three… uh…” You do your best to recall what comes after four, but all of a sudden, your sights slowly blur, and your thought cloud just evaporated. Before you could come back to your own senses, you have already fallen into a deep slumber, floating inside the sea of dreams.
Looking back small opening picturing your room, you notice everything around you is getting bigger… and before you could even shout ‘fiddlesticks’ you feel excruciating pain on your hand. It was so painful that you could shout every single curse in your spellbook. Eventually, the sting died down and through your hand, you feel the blow of a tender and friendly wind. It may have seem to be the end of the troubles, for it was all just an illusion brought about by a long boring day or an unprepared awakening in the cluck of the rooster, but at one glance at the very front of your eyes, it’s not over. You still see your oversized computer chair, blurred (thanks to your computer’s LCD screen) and empty. As you were about to scream your lungs out of your body crying to get out of an abysmal reverie, the world did not even hear a needle. Little did you know that you have already transformed into a mysterious butterfly cursor, and when it pressed your senses’ doorbell, you began to fall into a deep and terrifying sleep, as if your life had already come to an end.
All of a sudden, in the grim darkness of your sight, you hear a young boy’s voice getting louder and louder as every second ticks off nature’s end. You hear him mutter a few spells and a gust of wind that roars like the sound of the rain working harder to do its job, and before the next word gets generated from your small electron-powered database, you suddenly feel the earth as light as a feather for you find yourself floating several feet high over the see-through glass just a few inches away under your thin black legs.
“Why, hello there,”a familiar voice echo from behind.
You look back and see a young teenage lad looking straight at you with a welcoming smile. His skin was white and occasionally glowed faint yellow. His eyes were moderately big and its color was as blue as the endless sky, and his hair stretched in different directions as though he had porcupine thorns stuck on his head. He was also wearing a long robe decorated beautifully with the stars and the moon, which would also gleam faint yellow along with the rhythm of his skin glow.
“Welcome to the land of Faize,” the wizard introduced. “A pixilated world maintained by an imaginative eighteen-year old boy who likes to calls himself by his pseudonym Raiden. Once--.” He unexpected cut his line short, looked around as if he saw a ghost he saw, and followed up then followed up with a smile. “Psst…his real name is Charles!” he said softly with a slight smirk. “Don’t tell him that I told you, or I’ll be punished with more workload!” You flap your wings in agreement (or disagreement), but he didn’t seem to bother with it anymore. “Once in a while, he uploads his own collection of photos, movies, link, blogs, and the likes from real life,” he continued trying to contain his laughter. “Since there’s too many of them that this page will explode in the same magnitude as the atomic bomb, he had ordered me (rudely...), to create magical bridges and platforms to keep things as orderly as his bedroom (though I haven’t seen it yet). Fortunately, he gave me the freedom to do give the categories their own names! Making the most out of this opportunity, I spent a lot of time thinking of a good name, and eventually came up with great ones. Names far more superior than the names humans give on their own kingdoms or territory. First off--.”
His speech was cut short when he sees a butterfly in zero-force state. “HEY!” the wizard's voice boomed through the cyber world, making you flap your wings like mad, and generate adrenaline flowing like fossil fuel. “Don’t even think of lying motionless or sleeping in this world. Remember, if you sleep even for only a minute, the world will go into an immediate blackout where only my master can save us. Plus, I want you to listen closely to the best part of my speech. Is that clear?”
You try to nod your head, but you cannot seem to move it in any direction. Instead, you resorted to swinging your hands… err wings. Thankfully, he understands it’s a yes, but unfortunately, commands you to flap your wings continuously so the world will not go into an all-round zero RGB-color scale.
The extraordinary boy picks up from where he left his pride at. “First off, the photos platform. I named it The Rainbow’s Edge, for it contains the pictures that he believes are truly memorable and as valuable as a "pot of gold". The blogs platform, I tagged it The Unpredictable Cloud, for it is where Raiden would usually spill and turn his unpredictable mind cloud into hard concrete letters. Furthermore, I have header-ed the contacts category The Steadfast Allies, for his friends have signed the pact to forever be part of his kingdom. As for the video platform….”
His long smile straightened horizontally for he does not recall giving the videos platform the same name as the header in front of him reads.
“Hmm…” he wondered as he pondered on the sign. “I do have a faint memory that the second word of this platform’s name is Productions. But I have no living brain cell telling me that I wrote the word Coelacanth as its first name.” He went into a long thought, and eventually raised his head, sighed in relief and said, “Oh well, that does not matter. It sounds good anyway.”
“Finally,” he continued. “I have generated the name The Tourists’ Diary for it is where visitors from another kingdom log their memorable tales as they happily meander around Faize.”
The boy takes a deep breath, and says “Well, that’s all for what I have to say. I’m sorry if I had made you hunt for Zs, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy your flight around this wonderful kingdom. If you’re done with your exploration, please leave a message at The Tourist’s Diary (Raiden will really appreciate it… meh, I’m toast if I don’t say this line…). Afterwards, whisper my name and you’ll be magically transported back to your own kingdom. Again, make sure you have logged your incredible journey in The Tourist’s Diary before you voice my name out. (OK Raiden, your visitors are not dim-witted morsels. There’s no need to repeat this statement.)”
After all those long (monotonous if you wish to say it) speeches of his, he had never told you his name at all. Before you could get the chance to ask for it, he mutters the word ‘four’ and vanishes in a thick cloud of smoke. Well, it looks like you’re on your own now.
(highlight me when you’re done…)
FOUR…
Powerful rays of light and sharp breezes of wind suddenly start coming out from your body. The feeling of fatality crosses your mind (again) as you see your own body ripped into shreds by the blinding light and the violent breeze, though pain was nowhere to be found. As you close your eyes and hope that the spell worked out just fine, everything just turned black, and the winds stopped crawling over your skin. Thinking that hell has calmed its boiling lava-lakes down, you open your eyes, and find yourself in front of your computer screen, showing the site of an old multiply account owned by a user who calls himself, the insanegamer.
Acknowledgments:
kitoyisme - CSS layout
cgi.boingdragon.com - page hits
http://images.layouts.fm/ - image/background
Bridge to Terabithia - inspiration :)
