Promised post

Well, here's the post I promised. It still is before Friday. I received back my Chemistry exam. Got an 88 on it, so I'm kind of happy about it.

Except, I'm not too happy about everything in general. I kind of feel too spread out. All three of my classes are homework intensive, which means little free time. On top of that, my work is basicly staring at a little green bar all day. I like having a challenge at my job. Something to get me thinking and something to make me look foreward to the next day. But right now, neither my classes nor my job provide that. My classes are difficult. But it's the fraustrating difficult, or the tedious difficult. Not the challangeing difficult. Programming is challenging. Writing is challangeing. But not what I'm doing in my life. Because of it, I kind of feel a slow slip into oblivian.

Out side of the fact I'm dissatisifed with two major parts of my life, I guess everything is doing fine. And I guess that the fraustration isn't helped by the fact my paychecks are about 80 dollars less than they were before school started. I've grown accoustemed to 400 every other week. Now I'm down to about 300, 320. I'm just thankful that outside of my car and gas, I have almost no other bills to pay. I know I dislike living at home, but with my current job I can not move out.

As for the other parts, well... my religious part of my life has basically crumbled since middle school, I've only been in one romantic relationship in my life, and I spend my Saturday nights on CoH. Wow, real winning streak there. I need to do something about this combination. I need to find something to do on Saturaday night, maybe meet someone in RL, and who knows, maybe I could find someone to be "friendly" with. But I need to find something to do, people to hang out with, hobbies that don't require a bajillion volts of electricity and a lonesome monitor.

I haven't heard from a few of my online friends. I'm kind of worried about them. I hope they're doing ok. But I don't think either of them frequently reads this, and I know a third, who use to be an RL friend till he joined the army (ahem Will!), doesn't know this site exists. SO I end up logging on multiple times a day just to check my email.

Anyway, I know I haven't posted anything close to writing, so here's another chapter in the Trials of the Feline Fellowship.

Shy-La entered the darkened warehouse, and saw for herself just what type of malevolence her former companion was capable of. For lying on the floor of the warehouse were two bound and beaten bodies, one belonging to Twilight Lynx, the other belonging to Isis Element.

Knowing full well that it was a trap, yet unable to see her friends in danger, she rushed out to her comrades, and upon reaching them, heard the distinct sound of weapons being readied. Gazing above her, she saw not one, but four felines, all armed with intimidating rifles.

"Greetings, Shy-La," came a gentelman's voice, spoken in the same manner as one would use to address an old friend, and accompanied by the sound of wheels laboriously turning. "I apologize for the security, and for the less than warm welcome, but our last visit with each other wasn't too pleasant."

The noise of the wheels slowly drew closer, and Shy-La could see the speaker. He sat comfortably in a wheeled chair, and seemed he had been in one for a long period of time, as his legs had entropied. His style of dress was archaic, for it matched the style of an early 20th century English gentleman. The brown coat, pristine vest, white shirt, and even the pearl buttons all bespoke someone of that era. Yet there was one thing that did not match the paragon gentleman, and that was the tan fur that covered his body, along with a face that was more bobcat then human.

"Dr. Catopolis," Shy-La said, addressing the figure. "I see our last meeting did not persuade you to give up your villainy."

"With that attitude," remarked the doctor, "It is apparent to myself that your delusions on equality and human ethics still abide. But tell me, what brings me the honor of your visit?"

"Dorane's family."came the response.

"Such a rather grisly affair," came the calm, remorseful comment. "You see, his family has been incapacitated. The tigers that were used to procure them were not adequately fed, and as such..." the comment trailed off. "Rest assured though, that their keeper had been sufficiently disciplined after the event."

An appalled look crept over Shy-La's face. "You... " was all she was able to say before she was interrupted. "Of course, I don't think the Councilman will see it in such a light. He has a tendency to place failure at his tool's feet, instead of at the source of the problem."

Realization of the Doctor's schemes dawned on shy-La, but again he spoke. "And to agitate matters, a new ally of mine has decided to draft one of your number. Of course, such things could be prevented in the future, if one only knew who to cast their lot with."

Abhorrence filled her voice as she spoke. "I will see you brought to justice before I repeat that mistake again."

"And cause me harm again? Our last confrontation robbed me the use of my legs, and until recently, I was solely dependent upon this wheeled chair. But now, with the help of my new alley, I have regained my mobility." and to stress this point, he bagen to rise out of the chair, but not upon his entropied legs. Instead, six metal legs, reminiscent of that of a spider's, supported him, and it was upon these that he freed himself from the chair.

"Now Shy-La, I give you two choices. You can either reunite the Feline Fellowship with me, and in doing so help us obtain the position we felines deserve, or you can be trapped here in the Rogue Isles, and leave your friends at the mercy of Councilman Dorane."

"Or, she has a third option." Came Twilight Lynx's voice, too close to Dr. Catopolis for comfort. For during the conversation he had recovered conciousness, freeded himeself of his bonds, and had managed to draw his spare blade, which rested next to the villain's throat.

"TL, don't do anything s" but before the leader of the Feline Fellowship could finish her sentance, Dr. Catopolis interrupted in a calm voice. "Twilight Lynx is right. As long as his blade is pressed against my throat, you are free to leave. But for him to leave, his blade will have to leave my neck, and he may find himself to have a significantly shorter lifespan if that were to occur."

Shy-La, knowing full well the futility of trying to convince Twilight Lynx to change his mind, went over and retrieved the still unconscious form of Isis Element. Dr. Catopolis and his followers made no attempt to prohibit her in this, and Shy-la left the warehouse with only one other member.

After she left, a sinister smile appeared on the Doctor's face, a heavy objected connected with the the back of Twilight Lynx's head, and the world went dark for the lynx one more time.