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I have been busy! Okay?! Stop asking me to come on and spend time with you when I have better things to be doing!
Hmm... This doesn't really apply to anybody that I really know of. . . I think I'm just trying to talk like that other guy, who always starts posts like that. . . and writes really cool books that kind of make up for anything...

But really. I've been having quite a blast doing things. This that would surprise even myself if I had just told me what I'd been doing. But I guess a lot of the time I am the most surprised at random things I would never expect me to do, while everyone else just seems indifferent. Not even a hint of surprise.

As usual, (this is the follow up thing I do to introduce most of the surprising things I do after telling everyone they will, but probably won't be surprised.) Ahem, as usual, I have been thinking. Letting time pass infront of my eyes, waiting for the time to set my plans into action, surprising everyone. As usual, I haven't actually gotten to that yet. I'm a little busy thinking. I can't pass the chance that I might miss something important.

I want to try something. I want to TELL you my plans.

Wow.

That was unexpected. Even for -. We've been through that, haven't we? Yeah, thought so.

Okay, I'll be honest, when I started this post, I had no idea I was going to say that. Sometimes I just blurt out random things, sorry. I'll try no to let that happen again.

Anyway, back to what I was saying before.

I have been busy. And I have been learning. Teaching myself. How to make this:

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Yes. That is the grand thing I have been hiding from you this whole time. A silly song thing. The picture of the black lightning blot wasn't supposed to be part of it. Blogger forced me to make the song into a video, so I thought 'hey, why not put an old picture of how you thought the lightning from the scepter looked? It would be perfect!'
(I made that to envision  the bolt... because I kept getting confused, don't ask how. I made it with Paint.)

  Okay, so the music part was made with an app I'm now addicted to: Garageband. You may have heard of it.
  It's this lovely little app that costs five Canadian dollars, and is meant for producing music but is also impossible to use. Until I found out a whole new way, a way that takes a lot of patience, and a bit of musical knowledge, but is completely worth it in the end.

  By slowly editing each independent note, songs can be perfect, exactly as you want them, without the need of a whole band.

  So this one short, pitiful clip took two days (including breaks), and is only 9 bars. I admit, it isn't supposed to be the best. There's a reason I call this song "Waddiawantfrommethisisthefirstsongiveeverreallymade". I was just showing off (to myself) in the end, which is why it becomes all bumpy and stuff. I just wanted to see if I could do that rising thing, because I had the "Flight of the Order of the Phoenix" song stuck in my head. I realized so many things from this experience, that I think I'll continue making these short things. To keep my head in order.

  Whenever I hear a song now I see notes in Garageband-form in my head. (I don't actually know which notes go to which letters, etc, I just put them somewhere on the imaginary chart thing, and assume where the other ones go as apposed to my random placements.)

   Basically, I learned a lot. That's all I should say without trying to make you understand what I mean. It would help a lot if I understood what I was doing...

  Another thing I have been doing is thinking about writing more. All I do is think. Think. And draw useless pictures. I have developed so many story ideas, I keep adding one every time I try to count them...

  So as I have been thinking, and drawing, I realized I was creating yet another story. So I have decided to finally write that one story, because it was small, and sort-of-simple.

  And incidentally, I don't trust myself to write it. I think I need to force myself. And that having been said, I present to you . . .


THE COVER:

This Isn't What You Think It Is... Maybe, I don't read thoughts.

Happy New Year, fellows. The day has inevitably arrived. Yes, it is now 2013, not that you need me telling you. In fact, how unoriginal this is of me, making a New Years post. You're probably bored of these already. I'm not, by the way. I haven't read any yet save for Derek's, which was awesome.
Now that I've deleted that totally long ramble on how awesome it actually was, explaining what I found great, I'll have you know that this isn't a New Years post at all.

It's actually just another one of my posts that show off some picture I drew, but this one just so happens to be posted on New Years.

And this is that picture.
Who is the mysterious fellow floating in mid-air? Why is he in a mysterious cave with a weird looking opening? Is he a Necromancer, because it looks like those are shadows being manipulated?
I'm not sure. I just closed my eyes yesterday, lying in bed and I saw this picture. Well, a lot awesomer looking than this, but really, I had to draw it. It was like... Like... That box in "the Button" story. It was a lot like it, anyway.
In case it's hard to see, if you care, this is a picture of some sort of Necromancer, without necromancer clothes, which was kind of a mistake because in my "vision" he had black clothes, I think. The Necromancer is floating in mid-air, and he descended into the cave to get more shadows, because as you can see outside, it's day time. Yes. My artwork has deep, deep uh... Stuff
Happy New Year, all!

An Actual Post That One May Find Suitable to Call an Update-Thingy

Greetings. Today was a very strange day. I was obviously unhinged. I was too happy, too loud, too involving. I barely recognized myself. Much like my writing, nowadays. I have no idea why. I'm sure it had to do with some of the books I read over the past few months, and how I barely had any practice in a while. I read a book called the Messenger. Very good, but the author wrote in broken sentences, which had a good effect, but it affected me like a scar.

I loved that book, The Messenger. The ideas were perfect, I understood the main characters well, perfect characters. Very well developed. It's apparently a famous book, but then again I never heard of it before.

In fact now that I mention it, I have to give it credit for a small detail in the Story of Three, (a story I agreed to write alongside Kestrel and Val V, in case you didn't know. I put up my chapter yesterday. It's terrible, but Kes and Val V begged to differ, so that's how it is).

Anyway, the detail. The letter. I suggested Kes and Val V get a letter from Thrust because of the beautiful story called The Messenger. You're welcome, The Messenger. You ruined my writing but gave me an idea. Not many can do that. I wish you were like normal books and didn't ruin my writing.

If you have time you an check out our story. It's right here: http://kestrelvalandthrust.blogspot.ca/, you have to go all the way down to the first Chapter if you want to read it right. You can skip mine if you want, though. Even though mine is probably the most important to the story so far, it will also probably hurt your brain.

There seem to be so many stories like this online in our little sweet comunity, I really do understand if you can't afford to read any of it. But that's speaking for me. Val and Kes, they're absolutely marvalous writers somehow. Really.

My writing would be terrific if all my wonderful work would somehow make it past my brain. It's hard to imitate my own thoughts, somehow. I guess it's because my mind - used to, at least - be programed to be original in it's own way, taking what I've seen and create something new in some respect. I enjoy writing like that. I suprise myself, making it enjoyable.

Yesterday I was really depressed so I got thrudged through almost all of Kingdom of the Wicked. I'm a slow reader, I suppose. I don't know if it had anything to do with how wonderful I felt all day today. Now. It was truely a different experience.

Okay, before I write a novel here, I'm going to stop musing here.
I really hope you all had a great day, and stuff.

Valkyrie and Her Death Stare

Procrastinating, I found this old thing I made. I guess the point of this post is that I need to be doing other things, and I'm too annoyed to do them. And I haven't posted in a little while, so I think that's a good excuse too.  I better go.

Show Me the Picture-Thingy of Skulduggery Pleasant

Imagine some awesome words here, like awesome for example, and gaze upon this picture of Skulduggery.
I drew it with my fingers.

One Year

On this date in 2011, Thrust Ominous, that would be me, posted his first word on the blog. "hey" was almost all he said on that day. A word that he will carry on in his memory ever since he forced himself to remember for the purpose of this post. Not it was any trouble or anything...

One year. One year since I created a blog. One year since I wrote my first comment, "hey." One year since I've started to meet all you epic people, almost instantly becoming their friend.
This post is for you guys, you deserve much more, but it's the least I can do...
It feels like such a long time ago that I was struggling with writing and posting my first comment. It hurts my brain to think about, and I have been ever since I saw a YouTube video about how each year of your life feels shorter because each one is a percentage out of your life, but that's another story...
When I first commented, I wanted my first comment to be perfect. I thought I may have to struggle to gain your friendship and trust (which still is a bit questionable), if my first comment wasn't absolutely right. By the end of the day I finally found out how to do it, of course before that I took some breaks and had a long enough time to make up a name, and take a Skulduggery picture and fiddle around with it on Photoshop.
 My first comment was "hey" on this date pretty much three hundred and sixty-six days ago.
 A few weeks later I started commenting again. I wasn't so crazy back then, but I was still crazy enough. I was sure I was getting tested ever since I was noticed. But to my utmost surprise, everyone was so accepting of me, and I had felt like I lived on the blog forever. Maybe that's why the year felt so long.
 There is always a smile in the voice of the reader in my head when it reads your comments to me. You're imagination is always so original I have to shake my head in disbelieved amazement.
And when I'm down, and I am often, the blog has become my primary space of refuge. Company, laughs, genius, friends. I used to wonder why we don't get into too many fights. I used to be jealous of people who did because their life seemed more interesting with them. But we help each other out when we're in need, laugh together. We don't even really know each other in much detail, but we know what we have to, and that seems to satisfy everyone. Books, TV shows, and closeness to Ireland are all most of us care about. Oh, and making sure we don't mess with each other.
When anyone is having trouble with life, you're there.
If anyone needs to be cheered up, you're there.
If anyone wants to just be bored, you're there.
There is a place for everyone, over there.
You guys are the best, you confound all people who think that there's cyber bullying every where.
I wish I could share with you a story, dedicated to you, or do something epicly amazing that would blow your mind, but my brain is very forgetful, and if I planned anything like that in the past, the ideas have left me.
Now, in absolutely no particular order here are some of your names so far, and what I remember you by. This is basically stuff you already knew about yourself, so it's probably going to be really boring.
Derek Landy- Your awesomeness. Your replies to questions, and Paffles.
Nixion- Your imagination. Your friendship, and yes, your genius.
Zathract- Your art, amazing stories (even though I haven't read many), and your awesome demeanor, and your rants.
Val V- You are hilarious, random Skulduggery fandom, and the fact that Derek loves you.
Eve- You are probably the most funniest, randomest person on the blog, your rock, and your knowledge of chickens.
Sir- You are hilarious, your sharkness is true to the last row of teeth, you are so brilliant and epic, I can't go through one of your comments without at the very least smiling. Unless what your saying is sad, but it never is.
Kestrel- You are so creative and I love your ideas, especially your stories. *secret fist bump (so that no one can take my arm away THIS time)*
Sparky- You are friends with everyone, and have a great picture of how things work, and so it is reflected in your writing
Kal- Kal, you are so nice, and you have marshmallow guns or something... And I won't forget how we discovered the giraffe pit together.
Lav- I know you're not around much anymore, but I have to let you know for when you were, I enjoyed talking with you..
Star- you are definitely insane, nice and epic. I can't even describe how insane, nice and epic you are, so I will leave it with one word: trains.
Luc- Luc, you are so very strong, keep that hope, and you are so very amazing.
Willow- You are very strong too. You have good friends, and know what's right.
Adra-YOU WROTE A FREAKING MANUSCRIPT!!! You love Doctor Who, and ye are funny.
Vlaedr-You are really extremely nice, and I couldn't have finished that second story of mine if you didn't ask me for more. You have great ideas yourself.
Zaf- You are so cool, I love your love of books and craziness for blowing stuff up.
Lynx/Shad- You are super smart. Your stories are rich with awesomeness, and YOU figured that Thrust2 was my reflection.
Em- Thanks for making us remember. You really, really deserve a lot.
Am I missing anyone? Obviously. Not my fault. I am too forgetful to be guilty.
I hope I didn't hurt anyone in the past, and if I did, I most likely didn't mean it.
Thank you for entertaining me with your insanity. I believe it's healthier than most thing you can do on the internet. You people are good for my health. You've made my year great...
All I want is to keep the giraffe pit. That's a thing now.
A million thank yous from the epitome of my soul.