“Based on the
evidence we have collected... the only place the murder could have
occurred would have been... here.”
Blues Clues*
#quote
I didn't do too
to well at the card game tournament, got second to last. (Cj getting
dead last) there weren't that many people though. Probably all the
usual card players went to the tourney later in the day or Comicon or
something and it was a smaller event. Overall I also faced terrible
matchups for my deck. (Since in
Pokemon everyone makes their own deck of cards of what they choose I
could face many different things. There is an element of chance of
what kind of person with what kind of strategy
I
face. My opponents had decks good against mine.)
Plus
I was set up against CJ once. He knew what my strategy was so all the
element of surprise of my wacky deck was lost and I knew that his
strategy was good against mine. It was bad being set against my
friend since that meant that one of us had
to be lower in standings.
At this
tournament I did learn how much of my weaknesses my deck could handle
and how I could change it. Maybe I'll do a lot better next time.
Another good thing is that seizures were down for the weekend. I
didn't even have a single one during the tournament. Would have been
awkward if my cards flew out of my hands or something.
Anyway onto the
flash fiction!
Takeover
Last I
remembered the news talked about the aliens bombing the White House
and releasing gases on the cities. Now I looked around. I can see
much wider than I should. I can stare in three directions at once. Do
I have three eyes? They're horizontal. Am I dreaming?
My surroundings
are simply just my living room. Couch, TV, and the few shelves I put
DVDs and video games on. I always wished I owned a bigger home. I
laid on the floor. I only managed to stand using my arms. Arms now
hairless and scaled with six fingers.
The arms made
it a bit more obvious. Dream or not I lived in the body of one of the
aliens. Turning my head downward to see the thin torso of their body
and the long muscular eight-legs of their species confirmed this. I
hated how natural standing and walking like a spider came to me as I
moved around like an explanation could be found on the floor like
some sort of note.
One of the
aliens walked into the room through the hallway that led to my
bedroom. Had he been searching through my things? Examining me?
“Ah, hello,”
he greeted me in plain English. They learned it before attacking us.
“Don't worry you're perfectly safe. Over time we've realized that
slavery and oppression is a bad long-term bad economical investment
as we expand our empire. Revolutions, civil-war and all that. So we
prefer to bring a species into our own. Your brain is just as it was
before, only everything else was changed. You and Earth are now reborn
under our glorious empire with all the technological wonders we
have.”
Looking at my
hand I knew that I still had to die first to be reborn.
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