A continuation of Kyle's random stories.
So as we last left off, our heroes were in the La' Theine Plateau hunting out an old geezer that fled from the scene of the ominous marshmallow. Gordon however being a level 60 black mage wiped out the entire map with his Firaga spell and they are now left in a charred wasteland.
Kurt: Well, look on the bright side. The marshmallow's not overdone.
Kyle: I know they're called Area of Effect spells but this is crazy.
Samuel: So uhh....what do we do now?
Gordon: Well technically if we zone out of the map and re-zone in, the place will be back to normal. Just like every video game in history.
Kurt: Forget about it! Let's go to the nearest town and get some lunch.
Kyle: I'm famished.
Samuel: Yeah me too I vote for lunch.
Gordon: Hey whatever happened to those guys with the viking helmets and stuff?
Samuel: Oh you mean the four horsemen? (Whispers) I think the writer plum forgot about them and just cut them out.
Gordon: Ah I see...lazy jackass..
Suddenly, out from nowhere comes a giant blinking black line.
Kurt: What the hell is this thing?
Kyle: Run! It's a backspace line! The writer must've heard us!
The line moves towards them as they bolt for the nearest zone, clearing out everything in it's path.
Gordon: Geez what a sour grape.
The four of them find themselves in the town of Airwickaroma. The smelliest town in all the 42 kingdoms.
Kurt: Phew. Good thing for my sinuses. I can't smell anything.
Gordon: Actually the smell kind of reminds me of french toast.
Kyle: Yeah, french toast dipped in sh-
Samuel: Shoe shine, only 1 dollar, happy best lucky wish wash?
Boy: Yes thats the name of our company! What can i do you for?
Gordon: I don't suppose you're from Japan?
Boy: Ja.....pan?
Gordon: Nevermind.
Boy: So what'll it be, normal shine or spit shine.
Kyle: Whats the difference?
Boy: The spit shine tends to get a leeeeetle bit messy.
Kurt: Okay we don't have all day, four spit shines please.
Boy: Coming right up!
Ten seconds later
Samuel: There's spit all over the place!
Gordon: Boy when he said a little bit messy...(Pours a pint of spit out of his shoes.)
Kyle: Oh well at least our shoes are nice and shiny. Look! I can see myself!
Samuel: Thats the reflection in the spit bubbles...
Kurt: What manner of man are you who can conjure up so much spit in one sitting?
Boy: I am called "Spitz" in my hometown. Either that or spitty mc spit spit. Or Spitinator. Or Spitacular....and...uhhh..Just call me Shane. Shane will do!
Gordon: Please to meet you Shane.
Samuel: Uhhh...charmed i'm sure.
Kyle: So you know this town dude? (Wipes a wad of spit off his arm)
Shane: Yeah like the back of my hand! (Looks at his hand.) What the heck are those spots on my knuckles?
Samuel: Anyway...you know a place to get grub around here?
Shane: Yeah there's a place called "Agenericmedievalinnstylerestaurant" Kinda hard to pronouce but you'll get the hang of it. Best food in all of Airwickaroma!
Kyle: Alrighty where is it?
Shane: Behind you.
Samuel: Ah. Pity we didn't turn around to see the people eating in there.
Kurt: Thank you for your help Shane. As a manner of repayment would you like to have lunch with us?
Shane: Are you buying?
Kurt: Sure why not.
Shane: Alrighty! Put er there pal!
Kurt: Make it a spit shake, new friend.
Kyle: Uhh Kurt, maybe you shouldn't-
Ptooiiieeee~~~
To be continued...
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Monday, September 11, 2006
Courage my friends.
A bunch of words that will give you some courage before taking that long walk into the promotional examination halls. Say it to yourself before your exams and you will feel slightly better :)
Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all.
Whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on.
Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all.
Whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on.
Monday, September 04, 2006
War of the schools revisited V (Final)
War of the schools Episode 5 (Final episode at the time)
It was 3 a.m. in the morning. The stars still shone down on the 5 of them who were sleeping in the field. Well they weren’t really sleeping at all actually.
Kyle: Arggh! I can’t sleep. We shouldn’t have taken that nap just now.
Samuel: I can’t sleep either. And my gastric juices are being released in excess…
Joshua: zzzz…. just kidding.
Ryan: Whoa man are we gonna feel like shit tomorrow.
Shane: Walau! Walau! Walau!
Thirty minutes later…
Shane: Walau! Walau! Wa-
Everyone: Shane shut the funk up!
An eerie silence filled the field and the distinct sound of crickets resounded through the air.
Shane: WALAU!
Kyle: That’s it, I’m going to the other side of the field.
Joshua: Me too
Samuel: Me three
Shane: Me four
Ryan: No! You stay here and walau yourself to sleep!
Lying there on the grass for another hour, they finally were able to drift into a slumber. Which was interrupted within the next hour by a wake up call, which blasted through the walls of SJI.
Ryan: I’m going to shove that horn so far up that guy’s-
Shane: WALAU!
Samuel: (Smacks Shane with his Katana)
Joshua: zzzz…
It was still dark but the students were forming up in the courtyard again. Slowly, Kyle brought himself to his feet and wiped the sandman’s dust out of his eyes. He then clambered up the steps and into the courtyard with Samuel behind him.
Kyle: Where are the rest?
Samuel: They’re getting ready. (Yawns)
Kyle: Stupid numbskulls. Don’t they know we need to rest more in times of war.
Samuel: Apparently not.
The students who had assembled suddenly dispersed once again and headed up the staircases.
Shane: Where the funk are they going now?
Ryan: Those punks!
The students made their way into the hall on the second floor and they all gathered there. Quietly they sat down and Samuel and the rest sat down along with them. Brother Michael Broughton was at the front once again.
Brother Michael: Let us remember the holy presence of God.
Kyle: Morning prayers. Well maybe God will take away our weariness.
Ryan, Shane, Samuel: ZZZ…
As the prayers went on, many of the students bowed down and prayed in their own way. This was going to prepare them for the next thing that Brother Michael would say. And a very shocking sentence it would be as well. The prayers came to a close. And then he spoke.
Brother Michael: Gentlemen, you are, as of this moment, at open war with each other. We will see you later. Goodbye (leaves the hall)
Kyle: Huh? What’s that supposed to mean.
Reuben: I think he means that we are at war with one another.
Darren: Doesn’t take a genius to know that.
Reuben: I know I’m just saying man relax.
Zul (St. Joseph’s student): Yeah you guys gotta learn to cool down man.
Samuel: What are you talking about?
Nigel (SJI): Look, he said open war so that means we are strictly supposed to be fighting each other now.
Justin: And why aren’t we?
James (SJI): None of us took the initiative yet.
Ryan: Oh so now you’re picking on us because of (speaks in a high pitched voice) “Initiative”.
Zul: Why are you all getting so worked up for.
Shane: If a brother wakes you up at bloody 5 in the morning and tells us that we’re at war and leaves us in a hall, wouldn’t you get worked up?
James: No
Shane: That’s because you’re stupid.
Nigel: Us stupid? If I remember correctly it was St. Patrick’s who came running for our help just yesterday.
Ivan: Oh you stupid piece of-
A huge verbal fight broke out in the hall and everyone was shouting at the nearest person about something or other. Fingers were pointed and small shoves were being made. This was a highly volatile situation. Suddenly, the doors opened and silence crept about again.
Joshua: Hey guys sorry I’m late. Did I miss anything important?
They surveyed the unkempt uniform and half-buttoned shirt of Joshua as he stepped into the hall, bewildered, as usual.
Nigel: Look at that. Showing up late for something as important as this.
Ryan: I’ve had enough of you flapping your gums around biatch. (Flashes a middle finger and turns away)
James: Okay that’s all I’m going to take. (Runs forward and punches Ryan in his ample abdomen)
The hall was filled with ruckus and punches flew from either side.
Joshua: Whoa I must have missed a lot.
The single white legion had separated and was now pressing each other back. It was as if a riot had broken out. Vulgarities were hurled at each other and fierce blows were exchanged. The street fighting sense of the Patricians clearly gave them the upper hand as they knocked down the scores of Josephians. Eventually they were pushed out of the hall and they retreated down to the courtyard.
Kyle: Take that fools!
Ryan: Yeah you better run! I’m the champ!
Shane: HAH! Look at those cowards.
Samuel: Heheheh we win. And WE rode to THEM for help
Joshua: (Fumbles with buttons) Yeah we rock man. So- Why are we fighting SJI again?
Darren: No idea. Brother Michael said we are at open war with them.
Marc Van Huizen: Perhaps this is a contest to see who is the better school. Well, we shall see about that! Patricians, Charge!
The infamous OOOHHH chant rang about as they poured through the staircases and came face to face once again with SJI but this time they were in dressed ranks as if in a parade.
Kyle: Is it just me or does that squad appear smaller than before?
Samuel: Crap! I think it’s a trap!
How right he was, two smaller units appeared from behind them and knocked into them. The unit in front charged at them as well. They were now caught in a whirlwind of Josephians. However the street styles of the Patricians once again allowed them to fight their way out of the encirclement. It was almost like a war between cavemen at that point with ruthless clubbing and punches from all sides. It appeared that the Patricians had the upper hand. That was until four catapults were wheeled before them.
Zul: Ready? Present! Take aim! Fire!
Four huge balloons flew through the air pelting all of them with cold freezing water from the water coolers.
Kyle: AAARGH!
Joshua: Cold cold cold!
The Josephians took advantage of the situation and knocked the ranks back as they shielded themselves from the cold water. The Patrician squad started to falter and the Josephians were gaining ground quickly.
Marc: Retreat! Fall back and regroup!
Parts of the white mass began to break off from the other parts and the patricians ran into the field. Down the steps, over the red track, onto the grass and they regrouped behind the hill.
Shane: Crap they got siege weapons.
Joshua: Ya. No fair they got the home advantage!
Ryan: But still, did you see how fast they fell when we fought back.
Samuel: Yes our strength lies in our fighting. But they have excellent tactics. Ones that we can’t use on away soil.
Kyle: Yeah. While we were so full of ourselves for pushing them out of the hall they got into formation so fast and took us from behind.
Samuel: We could learn a lot from them. But for now lets teach them a lesson.
The Patricians charged out from behind the hill, ready to meet the Josephians in battle. But to the surprise of many of them, they were nowhere to be seen.
Ivan: Where the hell did they go.
Justin: Those chickens. Lets go find them and kick their a-
Rishic: That’s not a very good idea Justin.
Justin: What? Why?
Samuel: Because, they know this place like the back of their hands! You think we can outsmart them on home turf? They probably have a trap set up somewhere.
Kyle: Sam’s right man. We’d probably get lost in this school even if its this small compared to ours.
Marc: Alright. I suggest we stay here and wait for them to come out. That way we have a big warfront to fight on.
Joshua: Agreed.
Ivan: That’s fine with me. All Patricians! Hold ground!
There they stood, in the middle of the field waiting. They waited and waited. After about half an hour, everyone was getting restless. The organized ranks split up and were scattered. Many of them went to sit down on the hill as they continued waiting.
Marc: This is going to take a long time. Ivan tell them to sit tight.
Ivan: Continue to hold position! You may rest if you need to!
Kyle took a seat next to Samuel and Shane on the hill as he plucked grass off the ground and twiddled it in his fingers.
Kyle: Gee I wonder what they are doing to our school right now.
Samuel: Probably nothing. They have an extent of manners I guess.
Joshua: Yeah. They are the “best” schools in that area after all.
Ryan: Stupid punks. We should have burnt that cert when we had the chance.
Kyle: Haha that was my fault.
Joshua: No big deal la. They’d probably get another certificate this year after they get an o level average of 6 points or something.
Shane: That’s why. I bet they are painting the school pink or something.
Samuel: I hope they paint Wei Jie pink.
Joshua: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Ryan: Maybe they are torturing him with mindless ramblings.
Samuel: Oh don’t go there man. I think he would out-talk the girls. And as for the mindless part, well yeah you get the drift.
Kyle: He’s not that bad man.
Joshua: Yeah its just that he gets on our nerves sometimes.
Shane: Sometimes?
Joshua: Okay I mean a lot of times.
Kyle: Geez man what the hell is taking those guys so long to come and find us.
Samuel: Maybe they’re doing the same thing but that’s kind of unlikely.
Ryan: Whatever man I’m just gonna lay down now. (Mumbles) Stupid people made us get up at 5 for this!
The sky grew much brighter and before long the sun was high up in the sky and was shining its “wonderful” heat on the shoulders of the Patricians.
Joshua: (Sings) Sunshine, on my shoulders makes me happy~
Ryan: Shut up! I’m dying out here.
Kyle: Sorry I couldn’t hear you the HEAT was too loud.
Samuel: They have got to be doing something. I definitely think that they wouldn’t wait out that long.
Rishic: But we cant afford to take that risk dude.
Samuel: Fine we’ll give it more time.
They whiled away the time playing “rock paper scissors” and “chopsticks”. It was about lunchtime and as you can imagine, everyone was getting hungry.
Marcus: Eh hurry up lah we need to eat man. We all didn’t even have breakfast.
Andre: Ya. Could we just go and get some stuff to eat.
Selvam: Me hungy.
Ryan: Shut up!
Samuel: Damn this is just like Metal Gear solid when I destroyed the provisions store. Didn’t think I would fall for something like this. Rishic I think they are making us wait out here like idiots. I think we should press onwards and take the canteen first.
Rishic: That’s a good idea (Stomach rumbles)
Marc: Yes. Okay we’re going to take the canteen now! Patricians on your feet! Move out.
The 1250 of them pried themselves of the ground and lazily marched toward the canteen. When they reached the place, they saw that food was already nicely laid out for them on the tables. Without thinking, they all ran toward the tables like wild Samoans.
Ryan: Fried rice! Me first me first!
Marcus: Yeah this rocks!
Samuel: Guys! Don’t be fooled this is the most obvious set up I’ve ever seen.
Ivan: Aiya Samuel relax la. Let us eat man. We’ve been sitting there the whole day without anything. Its not like they are gonna come rushing out and attack us while we’re eating right?
Samuel: Uhh. No. Coz they’re already here.
The Patricians lifted their head and they saw the Josephians in the field in front of them.
James: Looks like we got you cornered this time. This is your chance to give up. Do I see a white flag?
Kyle: Nah don’t think so. But I do see this white bench!
Kyle lifted the bench over his head and flung it in the direction of the Josephians. He knocked down at least half of the front row.
James: Attack!
Samuel: Charge!
Again another fight broke out. Plates flew everywhere; rice was in the air. Tables were overturned, benches leveled. It was the messiest war anyone had ever laid eyes on. James waded through the fight and pulled Marc out of the big fuss.
James: Stop! We now have your leader. By the rules of open war. You are bested.
Ryan: What the hell.
Rishic: Hey he’s right. Damn we lost…
Joshua: Crapppp
Samuel: James. It is not over yet for we have your leader as well.
James: Nigel? Where?
Kyle: Oh so Nigel is the king of your fellowship. Grabs him and puts him at the point of his wooden blade.
Samuel: Now we do.
Kyle stared at James and he stared back. Both of them had captured the others leader but were unsure of what to do.
Reuben: I guess, we have fought equally and are at a deadlock.
James: How shall we settle this then?
Rishic: A duel!
Zul: Didn’t we already fight enough.
Rishic: But a duel is only between the two chosen people of each side. The winner…Well the winner wins I guess.
Nigel: Well that’s easy. Akio will represent us.
Akio: Hai!
Nigel: He’s a foreign exchange student from Japan. Trained in Judo since he was 5. I sincerely hope you have a decent challenger.
Samuel: Pfft. Bet he can’t count to five.
Marc: Yes we do. Andre Wee.
Andre: Me?
Marc: Black belt in Aikido, ready to give you a beatdown anytime.
Nigel: Very well. We shall begin.
Akio and Andre both stood face to face but at a slight distance in a manner of respect for each of their disciplines. They raised their hands and they had started. Akio threw a punch but Andre sidestepped and followed with an elbow to the side of the head. Sweeping him off his feet, Akio fell to the ground with a thud. Undaunted he nipped up and thrust kicked Andre and forced him into a backward roll. Andre got up and the two locked arms. Like to stags fighting for supremacy they exchanged locks only to be countered with yet another lock. It was almost as if the souls of Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris had entered them. Akio went in for a judo hip throw but Andre countered it into a triangle hold. Akio was being choked out. He grabbed Andre by the throat as well and with no free hands, he was choked as well. It was the personification of equal ability. They both let go and sprung up to their feet. The two of them stood at a distance again and they were prepared to shell out blows again. But as the two of them raised their arms, a booming voice halted their actions.
Brother Michael: Everyone get into the hall now!
The patricians stood there with their jaws open. The Josephians however proceeded quickly up the stairs. Before they left, Akio and Andre bowed to each other in respect of each other’s skills.
Shane: What the hell is he going to do now?
Kyle: Probably declare open war on that hawker center over there. Pfft…
All of them gathered once again in the hall and Brother Michael called for silence as he took to the lectern once again. The Josephians and Patricians kept their distance from one another.
Brother Michael: Look at all of you. Your clothes. You look like barbarians!
Kyle turned around and noticed that many of the Patricians and Josephians had torn shirts and pants.
Brother Michael: Totally ruthless individuals you all are.
Shane: What the hell. He was the one that told us to go to war with each other.
Brother: But. Ruthless is exactly what you need to be in these times.
Shane: Oh…
Samuel: I knew he had an ace up his sleeve.
A chatter broke out in the whole crowd but was silenced as he drew another breath to speak.
Brother Michael: I know ruthlessness is never a good thing. But the people who took you out of your school were ruthless. Like Mr. Lak said. If someone took something dear from you ruthlessly like a barbarian. Won’t that drive you to take it back just as ruthlessly?
Mr. Lak: It may be a sin yes in real war with guns and bombs. But this is a huge disagreement between schools. It’s different. This “exercise” was done so that we can make you realize that if you can fight your own brothers, why can’t you fight off the enemy?
The student’s eyes suddenly gleamed with a certain understanding.
Brother Michael: I hope you all understand now. This may have wasted your time and energy but at least now you know what it takes to be on a battlefield.
Joshua: Uh…No I still kinda am confused (gets nudged in the ribs by Ryan)
Mr. Lak: We the white alliance are going to take back what they took from us. Even if it means fighting with styles of ruthlessness and beyond.
Brother Michael: You will now have your reflection time. Dinner will be ready in an hour.
They left the room and the Josephians and Patricians stared at each other from across the room. Slowly, they moved and met in the center.
Marc: You guys fought well.
Nigel: As did you.
They stared at each other for a while and then extended their hands. Marc grabbed Nigel’s hand and gave it a shake of friendship. This was the real beginning of the white alliance. The rest of them began to shake hands and the events which took place before that were all forgotten.
Kyle: Well I’m glad that crap is over.
Samuel: Actually it was quite fun.
Kyle: Yeah now that you mentioned it, it was.
Shane: Damn right.
Ryan: So….how many of you split your pants in the riot.
Joshua: I did
Shane: Same
Samuel: Uhh…stupid school uniform pants. Too tight.
Kyle: Okay this reminds me of funny times. Remember the time Josh and I were doing ju jitsu moves and when he stood up, he tore his pants? Hahahaha!
Joshua: Ya very funny. How bout the time we were playing baseball in the field and you had to act all pro and dive and your pants got split right in half! HAHAHAHA
ALL: HAHAHAHA.
Kyle: Yeah yeah real funny…
Joshua: HAHAHA. And the pants you borrowed from the office were at your shins! HAHAHA.
Samuel: Alright Josh that’s enough man.
Ryan: Uh I gotta go change man.
Shane: Ya lets go.
Brother Michael came into the hall once again.
Brother Michael: Oh yes and before I forget, we have to get up early tomorrow. At first light, we ride for Raffles Institution.
Kyle: What?!?!
Samuel: Geez…
Shane: Oh my God its another one of his bright ideas.
Joshua: You know what, I don’t really care. I’m gonna go change and sleep.
Ryan: Good idea.
Kyle: Pfft. RI he says. Next he’ll be telling us we’re going to Australia.
The 5 left the hall and the white alliance was finally realized. This marked a great turning point in the war of the schools.
Stay tuned for episode 6
It was 3 a.m. in the morning. The stars still shone down on the 5 of them who were sleeping in the field. Well they weren’t really sleeping at all actually.
Kyle: Arggh! I can’t sleep. We shouldn’t have taken that nap just now.
Samuel: I can’t sleep either. And my gastric juices are being released in excess…
Joshua: zzzz…. just kidding.
Ryan: Whoa man are we gonna feel like shit tomorrow.
Shane: Walau! Walau! Walau!
Thirty minutes later…
Shane: Walau! Walau! Wa-
Everyone: Shane shut the funk up!
An eerie silence filled the field and the distinct sound of crickets resounded through the air.
Shane: WALAU!
Kyle: That’s it, I’m going to the other side of the field.
Joshua: Me too
Samuel: Me three
Shane: Me four
Ryan: No! You stay here and walau yourself to sleep!
Lying there on the grass for another hour, they finally were able to drift into a slumber. Which was interrupted within the next hour by a wake up call, which blasted through the walls of SJI.
Ryan: I’m going to shove that horn so far up that guy’s-
Shane: WALAU!
Samuel: (Smacks Shane with his Katana)
Joshua: zzzz…
It was still dark but the students were forming up in the courtyard again. Slowly, Kyle brought himself to his feet and wiped the sandman’s dust out of his eyes. He then clambered up the steps and into the courtyard with Samuel behind him.
Kyle: Where are the rest?
Samuel: They’re getting ready. (Yawns)
Kyle: Stupid numbskulls. Don’t they know we need to rest more in times of war.
Samuel: Apparently not.
The students who had assembled suddenly dispersed once again and headed up the staircases.
Shane: Where the funk are they going now?
Ryan: Those punks!
The students made their way into the hall on the second floor and they all gathered there. Quietly they sat down and Samuel and the rest sat down along with them. Brother Michael Broughton was at the front once again.
Brother Michael: Let us remember the holy presence of God.
Kyle: Morning prayers. Well maybe God will take away our weariness.
Ryan, Shane, Samuel: ZZZ…
As the prayers went on, many of the students bowed down and prayed in their own way. This was going to prepare them for the next thing that Brother Michael would say. And a very shocking sentence it would be as well. The prayers came to a close. And then he spoke.
Brother Michael: Gentlemen, you are, as of this moment, at open war with each other. We will see you later. Goodbye (leaves the hall)
Kyle: Huh? What’s that supposed to mean.
Reuben: I think he means that we are at war with one another.
Darren: Doesn’t take a genius to know that.
Reuben: I know I’m just saying man relax.
Zul (St. Joseph’s student): Yeah you guys gotta learn to cool down man.
Samuel: What are you talking about?
Nigel (SJI): Look, he said open war so that means we are strictly supposed to be fighting each other now.
Justin: And why aren’t we?
James (SJI): None of us took the initiative yet.
Ryan: Oh so now you’re picking on us because of (speaks in a high pitched voice) “Initiative”.
Zul: Why are you all getting so worked up for.
Shane: If a brother wakes you up at bloody 5 in the morning and tells us that we’re at war and leaves us in a hall, wouldn’t you get worked up?
James: No
Shane: That’s because you’re stupid.
Nigel: Us stupid? If I remember correctly it was St. Patrick’s who came running for our help just yesterday.
Ivan: Oh you stupid piece of-
A huge verbal fight broke out in the hall and everyone was shouting at the nearest person about something or other. Fingers were pointed and small shoves were being made. This was a highly volatile situation. Suddenly, the doors opened and silence crept about again.
Joshua: Hey guys sorry I’m late. Did I miss anything important?
They surveyed the unkempt uniform and half-buttoned shirt of Joshua as he stepped into the hall, bewildered, as usual.
Nigel: Look at that. Showing up late for something as important as this.
Ryan: I’ve had enough of you flapping your gums around biatch. (Flashes a middle finger and turns away)
James: Okay that’s all I’m going to take. (Runs forward and punches Ryan in his ample abdomen)
The hall was filled with ruckus and punches flew from either side.
Joshua: Whoa I must have missed a lot.
The single white legion had separated and was now pressing each other back. It was as if a riot had broken out. Vulgarities were hurled at each other and fierce blows were exchanged. The street fighting sense of the Patricians clearly gave them the upper hand as they knocked down the scores of Josephians. Eventually they were pushed out of the hall and they retreated down to the courtyard.
Kyle: Take that fools!
Ryan: Yeah you better run! I’m the champ!
Shane: HAH! Look at those cowards.
Samuel: Heheheh we win. And WE rode to THEM for help
Joshua: (Fumbles with buttons) Yeah we rock man. So- Why are we fighting SJI again?
Darren: No idea. Brother Michael said we are at open war with them.
Marc Van Huizen: Perhaps this is a contest to see who is the better school. Well, we shall see about that! Patricians, Charge!
The infamous OOOHHH chant rang about as they poured through the staircases and came face to face once again with SJI but this time they were in dressed ranks as if in a parade.
Kyle: Is it just me or does that squad appear smaller than before?
Samuel: Crap! I think it’s a trap!
How right he was, two smaller units appeared from behind them and knocked into them. The unit in front charged at them as well. They were now caught in a whirlwind of Josephians. However the street styles of the Patricians once again allowed them to fight their way out of the encirclement. It was almost like a war between cavemen at that point with ruthless clubbing and punches from all sides. It appeared that the Patricians had the upper hand. That was until four catapults were wheeled before them.
Zul: Ready? Present! Take aim! Fire!
Four huge balloons flew through the air pelting all of them with cold freezing water from the water coolers.
Kyle: AAARGH!
Joshua: Cold cold cold!
The Josephians took advantage of the situation and knocked the ranks back as they shielded themselves from the cold water. The Patrician squad started to falter and the Josephians were gaining ground quickly.
Marc: Retreat! Fall back and regroup!
Parts of the white mass began to break off from the other parts and the patricians ran into the field. Down the steps, over the red track, onto the grass and they regrouped behind the hill.
Shane: Crap they got siege weapons.
Joshua: Ya. No fair they got the home advantage!
Ryan: But still, did you see how fast they fell when we fought back.
Samuel: Yes our strength lies in our fighting. But they have excellent tactics. Ones that we can’t use on away soil.
Kyle: Yeah. While we were so full of ourselves for pushing them out of the hall they got into formation so fast and took us from behind.
Samuel: We could learn a lot from them. But for now lets teach them a lesson.
The Patricians charged out from behind the hill, ready to meet the Josephians in battle. But to the surprise of many of them, they were nowhere to be seen.
Ivan: Where the hell did they go.
Justin: Those chickens. Lets go find them and kick their a-
Rishic: That’s not a very good idea Justin.
Justin: What? Why?
Samuel: Because, they know this place like the back of their hands! You think we can outsmart them on home turf? They probably have a trap set up somewhere.
Kyle: Sam’s right man. We’d probably get lost in this school even if its this small compared to ours.
Marc: Alright. I suggest we stay here and wait for them to come out. That way we have a big warfront to fight on.
Joshua: Agreed.
Ivan: That’s fine with me. All Patricians! Hold ground!
There they stood, in the middle of the field waiting. They waited and waited. After about half an hour, everyone was getting restless. The organized ranks split up and were scattered. Many of them went to sit down on the hill as they continued waiting.
Marc: This is going to take a long time. Ivan tell them to sit tight.
Ivan: Continue to hold position! You may rest if you need to!
Kyle took a seat next to Samuel and Shane on the hill as he plucked grass off the ground and twiddled it in his fingers.
Kyle: Gee I wonder what they are doing to our school right now.
Samuel: Probably nothing. They have an extent of manners I guess.
Joshua: Yeah. They are the “best” schools in that area after all.
Ryan: Stupid punks. We should have burnt that cert when we had the chance.
Kyle: Haha that was my fault.
Joshua: No big deal la. They’d probably get another certificate this year after they get an o level average of 6 points or something.
Shane: That’s why. I bet they are painting the school pink or something.
Samuel: I hope they paint Wei Jie pink.
Joshua: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Ryan: Maybe they are torturing him with mindless ramblings.
Samuel: Oh don’t go there man. I think he would out-talk the girls. And as for the mindless part, well yeah you get the drift.
Kyle: He’s not that bad man.
Joshua: Yeah its just that he gets on our nerves sometimes.
Shane: Sometimes?
Joshua: Okay I mean a lot of times.
Kyle: Geez man what the hell is taking those guys so long to come and find us.
Samuel: Maybe they’re doing the same thing but that’s kind of unlikely.
Ryan: Whatever man I’m just gonna lay down now. (Mumbles) Stupid people made us get up at 5 for this!
The sky grew much brighter and before long the sun was high up in the sky and was shining its “wonderful” heat on the shoulders of the Patricians.
Joshua: (Sings) Sunshine, on my shoulders makes me happy~
Ryan: Shut up! I’m dying out here.
Kyle: Sorry I couldn’t hear you the HEAT was too loud.
Samuel: They have got to be doing something. I definitely think that they wouldn’t wait out that long.
Rishic: But we cant afford to take that risk dude.
Samuel: Fine we’ll give it more time.
They whiled away the time playing “rock paper scissors” and “chopsticks”. It was about lunchtime and as you can imagine, everyone was getting hungry.
Marcus: Eh hurry up lah we need to eat man. We all didn’t even have breakfast.
Andre: Ya. Could we just go and get some stuff to eat.
Selvam: Me hungy.
Ryan: Shut up!
Samuel: Damn this is just like Metal Gear solid when I destroyed the provisions store. Didn’t think I would fall for something like this. Rishic I think they are making us wait out here like idiots. I think we should press onwards and take the canteen first.
Rishic: That’s a good idea (Stomach rumbles)
Marc: Yes. Okay we’re going to take the canteen now! Patricians on your feet! Move out.
The 1250 of them pried themselves of the ground and lazily marched toward the canteen. When they reached the place, they saw that food was already nicely laid out for them on the tables. Without thinking, they all ran toward the tables like wild Samoans.
Ryan: Fried rice! Me first me first!
Marcus: Yeah this rocks!
Samuel: Guys! Don’t be fooled this is the most obvious set up I’ve ever seen.
Ivan: Aiya Samuel relax la. Let us eat man. We’ve been sitting there the whole day without anything. Its not like they are gonna come rushing out and attack us while we’re eating right?
Samuel: Uhh. No. Coz they’re already here.
The Patricians lifted their head and they saw the Josephians in the field in front of them.
James: Looks like we got you cornered this time. This is your chance to give up. Do I see a white flag?
Kyle: Nah don’t think so. But I do see this white bench!
Kyle lifted the bench over his head and flung it in the direction of the Josephians. He knocked down at least half of the front row.
James: Attack!
Samuel: Charge!
Again another fight broke out. Plates flew everywhere; rice was in the air. Tables were overturned, benches leveled. It was the messiest war anyone had ever laid eyes on. James waded through the fight and pulled Marc out of the big fuss.
James: Stop! We now have your leader. By the rules of open war. You are bested.
Ryan: What the hell.
Rishic: Hey he’s right. Damn we lost…
Joshua: Crapppp
Samuel: James. It is not over yet for we have your leader as well.
James: Nigel? Where?
Kyle: Oh so Nigel is the king of your fellowship. Grabs him and puts him at the point of his wooden blade.
Samuel: Now we do.
Kyle stared at James and he stared back. Both of them had captured the others leader but were unsure of what to do.
Reuben: I guess, we have fought equally and are at a deadlock.
James: How shall we settle this then?
Rishic: A duel!
Zul: Didn’t we already fight enough.
Rishic: But a duel is only between the two chosen people of each side. The winner…Well the winner wins I guess.
Nigel: Well that’s easy. Akio will represent us.
Akio: Hai!
Nigel: He’s a foreign exchange student from Japan. Trained in Judo since he was 5. I sincerely hope you have a decent challenger.
Samuel: Pfft. Bet he can’t count to five.
Marc: Yes we do. Andre Wee.
Andre: Me?
Marc: Black belt in Aikido, ready to give you a beatdown anytime.
Nigel: Very well. We shall begin.
Akio and Andre both stood face to face but at a slight distance in a manner of respect for each of their disciplines. They raised their hands and they had started. Akio threw a punch but Andre sidestepped and followed with an elbow to the side of the head. Sweeping him off his feet, Akio fell to the ground with a thud. Undaunted he nipped up and thrust kicked Andre and forced him into a backward roll. Andre got up and the two locked arms. Like to stags fighting for supremacy they exchanged locks only to be countered with yet another lock. It was almost as if the souls of Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris had entered them. Akio went in for a judo hip throw but Andre countered it into a triangle hold. Akio was being choked out. He grabbed Andre by the throat as well and with no free hands, he was choked as well. It was the personification of equal ability. They both let go and sprung up to their feet. The two of them stood at a distance again and they were prepared to shell out blows again. But as the two of them raised their arms, a booming voice halted their actions.
Brother Michael: Everyone get into the hall now!
The patricians stood there with their jaws open. The Josephians however proceeded quickly up the stairs. Before they left, Akio and Andre bowed to each other in respect of each other’s skills.
Shane: What the hell is he going to do now?
Kyle: Probably declare open war on that hawker center over there. Pfft…
All of them gathered once again in the hall and Brother Michael called for silence as he took to the lectern once again. The Josephians and Patricians kept their distance from one another.
Brother Michael: Look at all of you. Your clothes. You look like barbarians!
Kyle turned around and noticed that many of the Patricians and Josephians had torn shirts and pants.
Brother Michael: Totally ruthless individuals you all are.
Shane: What the hell. He was the one that told us to go to war with each other.
Brother: But. Ruthless is exactly what you need to be in these times.
Shane: Oh…
Samuel: I knew he had an ace up his sleeve.
A chatter broke out in the whole crowd but was silenced as he drew another breath to speak.
Brother Michael: I know ruthlessness is never a good thing. But the people who took you out of your school were ruthless. Like Mr. Lak said. If someone took something dear from you ruthlessly like a barbarian. Won’t that drive you to take it back just as ruthlessly?
Mr. Lak: It may be a sin yes in real war with guns and bombs. But this is a huge disagreement between schools. It’s different. This “exercise” was done so that we can make you realize that if you can fight your own brothers, why can’t you fight off the enemy?
The student’s eyes suddenly gleamed with a certain understanding.
Brother Michael: I hope you all understand now. This may have wasted your time and energy but at least now you know what it takes to be on a battlefield.
Joshua: Uh…No I still kinda am confused (gets nudged in the ribs by Ryan)
Mr. Lak: We the white alliance are going to take back what they took from us. Even if it means fighting with styles of ruthlessness and beyond.
Brother Michael: You will now have your reflection time. Dinner will be ready in an hour.
They left the room and the Josephians and Patricians stared at each other from across the room. Slowly, they moved and met in the center.
Marc: You guys fought well.
Nigel: As did you.
They stared at each other for a while and then extended their hands. Marc grabbed Nigel’s hand and gave it a shake of friendship. This was the real beginning of the white alliance. The rest of them began to shake hands and the events which took place before that were all forgotten.
Kyle: Well I’m glad that crap is over.
Samuel: Actually it was quite fun.
Kyle: Yeah now that you mentioned it, it was.
Shane: Damn right.
Ryan: So….how many of you split your pants in the riot.
Joshua: I did
Shane: Same
Samuel: Uhh…stupid school uniform pants. Too tight.
Kyle: Okay this reminds me of funny times. Remember the time Josh and I were doing ju jitsu moves and when he stood up, he tore his pants? Hahahaha!
Joshua: Ya very funny. How bout the time we were playing baseball in the field and you had to act all pro and dive and your pants got split right in half! HAHAHAHA
ALL: HAHAHAHA.
Kyle: Yeah yeah real funny…
Joshua: HAHAHA. And the pants you borrowed from the office were at your shins! HAHAHA.
Samuel: Alright Josh that’s enough man.
Ryan: Uh I gotta go change man.
Shane: Ya lets go.
Brother Michael came into the hall once again.
Brother Michael: Oh yes and before I forget, we have to get up early tomorrow. At first light, we ride for Raffles Institution.
Kyle: What?!?!
Samuel: Geez…
Shane: Oh my God its another one of his bright ideas.
Joshua: You know what, I don’t really care. I’m gonna go change and sleep.
Ryan: Good idea.
Kyle: Pfft. RI he says. Next he’ll be telling us we’re going to Australia.
The 5 left the hall and the white alliance was finally realized. This marked a great turning point in the war of the schools.
Stay tuned for episode 6
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