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For those who are just tuning in, this is a story I wrote when ten years old. As a result, the writing is... bad. Hilariously bad. Let's read!

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Hot rod XI
The megaboard This is another thing that was in the daydreams themselves before the story. Rather prominently featured, actually. In addition to having such strong powers that he could compare to some of my god characters nowadays, Hot rod was also a master at megaboarding.


Play ball

There is my room, the dining room, kitchen, Storage room, This comma is quite unneeded. Granted, in general, I was a lot better with commas than most people at age 10… or most ages, for that matter. (3 of them), the pool (backyard), the ballroom, the butler’s room (currently unused) and 5 other rooms that I don’t know what to do with. My room has a greatly decorated bed, a discman Portable CD player. I and my family tended to call it that because it was the disc version of the walkman (portable casette tape player). Now I have all rights to feel very old. Anyway, I am not certain if anyone else used the term, but back then I felt fairly certain that it was widely used. (and 203 discs. I counted.) There are a lot of things in my house. I could go on for days. I love my house. That’s because you don’t have to deal with cleaning it due to narrative neglect of those details. I am reasonably certain you do not have a maid. I decided to check out the ballroom. I was going to play basketball. That is not what a ballroom is used for. Also, this just goes to show how little I cared about proofreading, at that age. Past me meant baseball. I couldn’t believe Byrd thought she could play (the strike zone is pretty big for a bird.) The strike zone is determined based upon the size of the batter. It is not one-size-fits-all. Byrd pulled out clothes that were just her size (once again, I was in shock.) she explained that the millionaire had them custom made. Why? Then again, when one is rich in fiction, the better question is often “why not?” I was still surprised. Even though she’s small, you can’t get a ball past her. She pitches good too. I tried to strike her out. She didn’t even get 1 strike. I got her out before she hit home plate. She pitched and I only got 1 strike. I got to home plate. I tried to get it past her and failed. She made it to home plate. We continued playing and there was something shiny in the corner. It was peculiar. I certainly didn’t put it there. I went to see what it was. “Aren’t you going to pitch?” said Byrd “I ain’t going to wait all day.”


The ride of my life Stop snickering.

Guess what I found. A Megaboard 2000. I read about those. When? They were invented but weren’t a success. Byrd told me not to ride it but I did anyway. It worked. I had the first working copy. How? I rode it out the window and about 20 feet in the air. I saw a monster and shot him. I killed it. Wha? For that matter, how did you know the monster was evil? Also, shot him with what gun? Also, how do you know it was a male? DETAILS! Unfortunately, it was night and that was just one of many evil forces I saw. I saw a vampire that was about to start sucking the blood of a little girl (the girl I rescued the night before). I am sensing a pattern. Her blood must be magically delicious. I shot him. He wasn’t dead, but he was hurt so much that he wished he was. I shot him 2 more times and voila! Nobody messed with me after that (except for those who could fly) because they couldn’t reach me but I could reach them. If memory serves, my daydreams were rather inconsistent about whether the Megaboard could outright fly or was simply a hoverboard. I shot down 27 vampires and 1 death bird Skeletal bird? Bird necromancer? Flatulence? What? (recently renamed dead bird.) It was a busy night.


The search

Daylight was finally there and I went to bed only to be awakened by the doorbell. It was that girl I rescued twice. She said that the vampires were after her because she knew their secret. The vampires were hypnotizing all the other monsters to attack. You know how, in the classic Megaman games, Dr. Wily was always behind every single plot, even if he was stated not to be (if memory serves)? I am having flashbacks to that. The monsters will return to normal. Previous me apparently did not believe it was necessary to finish his sentences. Meanwhile, the vampires are trying to collect enough souls to revive Sardor (so that was his name.) I was out to find their hideout faster than you could say cheeseburger. I searched (and ate at) the town Mcdonalds. So much for the fantastical setting. Given this and the cheeseburger in the previous sentence, I do believe I was writing hungry. I searched every house (Home admission price, 1 autograph.) Nothing. I tried everywhere and found nothing. I still had one last trick up my sleeve. The trick: Buy a shirt with sleeves.