Arce's Journal: Bowie Reveals himself (1/31/2024)

[MarauderIIC]

Entertaining :) Dialogue feels like it could use some work, though, bit shallow.

[Guest]

It all started out as a normal day. I attended school, did honest work, and of course, watched the news in History class. There had been more recent reports of the rappers gaining territory up north.

"It was 10 years ago that Michael Jackson and some of the best defenders of good lay defeated in the raid of New York, which has long since been taken. Hundreds of thousands of people were ejected with a type of drug, which immediately set them in an empty state of mind. Then, rap was played for countless hours, and even the strongest of the punk rockers couldn't resist. They were slowly, slowly taken over, and began to chant the unspeakable words of rap. At the time, all hope was lost, until.. "

Yeah yeah, I had heard this lecture a thousand times. I honestly didn't care. The battles are nowhere near us, everything takes place up North. The rappers want to take out populated states, not here, Ghetto-Ville.

Anyway, I fell asleep in History and was woken by the end of the day bell. As usual, I headed to my bus, wearing earphones with a 128 GB. MP3 player strapped on my wrist. I turned it up to full volume to drown out the noise of all the other students, and almost as soon as I took my seat I was asleep.

I awoke in total hell. The bus had tipped over, and kids lay slumped everywhere, on top of and around me. They all had similar wounds, and blood flowing from their ears. I know what had happened, but I didn't want to believe it. I had seen this all the time on TV, and i knew it was too late, that everyone was dead. Every window on the bus was shattered, and every kid's ear drum was no more than colored jelly. Hell, with amplitude high enough to total a bus, I wouldn't be surprised if even their brains were mush. I felt bad, and after what seemed like forever, I finally got out of the twisted wreckage that was a bus, only to find something worse, much worse..

The whole town, my home, not only was unrecognizable, but was inhabited by patrolling rappers. Quickly, i grabbed the gadget that saved my life, my MP3 player, and turned the volume on half way. I walked the streets bobbing my head as the rappers did, hoping they wouldn't hear what I was really listening to...

Two long hours later, I was being chased by a mob of rappers, and my batteries had died long ago. I didn't know what to do. I ran, and ran, until I came to what seemed a vacant building. But, when I entered, I was pulled in and muffled by a large hand. I tried to scream, but I couldn't.

"If you know what's good for you, you'd better not make a sound." a harsh voice said to me. I slowly turned, and found the head singer of System of a Down looking at me.

OH MY GOD! Had the circumstances been better, I'd of bowed. But now I was too afraid to move. But, I was relived to see him holding zapper, a super high frequency sound projector high enough to pierce the rapper's ear pieces and scramble their rap brains. I was saved!

With two bursts from his zapper, the rappers were sent sprawling, and blood flowed from their ears. I was relieved, and even smiled. I had seen him do that hundreds of times on TV, but never thought I'd get to see it in real life.

He looked right at me, and said, "Sorry to break it to you, but we're dead. They are going to destroy the city in less than 5 minutes with a mega blast from their speakers. There is no way ANYONE could live.."

I cried right then and there. I did know what to do, and by the time I came to my senses, the singer was gone. I was alone. I slowly stepped outside..

"Aww! There you are!" said a cursed voice. An evil voice. A voice of a true rapper. The one and only Snoop Dawg! I shuddered at even saying his name in my mind.

"Good of you to join us. You're just in time to see your city destroyed. Come up here and enjoy the view."

Before I could respond, a rope was thrown around me and rappers in hoods hoisted me onto the building. I looked in amazement as I saw speakers as big as buildings filling the landscape. Impossible! He really WAS going to destroy the city!

"You're insane." I said, much more bravely than I felt.

"Maybe, but at least I'LL live for two more minutes."

With that, he and his men left into a warp gate. Suddenly, I looked upon the landscape to see, very, very far in the distance, buildings crumble. The speakers had turned on, and rap was destroying my home and loved ones. I watches as the gigantic wave came closer and closer to me, destroying EVERYTHING in it's path. Nothing could stop this and in a matter of seconds, I'd be killed. KILLED. I would one second be living, breathing, smelling, and my heart would beat. The next I would be nothingness. I closed my eyes, and saw my life flash before me. My childhood, my first bike, oh, my baby brother...

Suddenly, the noise reached my ears. So loud, so loud. I screamed, screamed as things erupted everywhere around me. But somehow, I wasn't dead! Or was I.....

I slowly opened my eyes, and stood to see a glowing figure before me. Everything was blurry. I couldn't see. I could, but couldn't. I didn't understand. Where was I? Who?

"Are you Jesus?" I asked.

"No."

Then, he pointed ahead, to a body. Who's body was that? Mine? I couldn't focus. Couldn't hear. Then, suddenly, a sharp pain in my side. A needle ejection!

I was jerked to my senses, and around me was destruction, but not how it should have been. Before me was a body. The body was...Snoop Dowg! HE'S DEAD! The figure who pointed, the man who woke me up now spoke:

"David Bowie has returned, and he's before you."

"What!? This man is David bowie!?!?!?!" I almost screamed, as I looked ta the body of snoop dowg.

"NO!" the hooded man screamed, and with a bust of his zapped, Snoop Dowg's head was exploded.

"What? He's invisible!?" I stammered.

"No." he said.

"Why's he hiding? He has nothing to fear..." I mumbled, almost to myself.

By then, the man lost his patience. "I AM DAVID BOWIE MORON KID! I JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE AND DESTROYED THE RAPPERS!!!"

I instantly fell to my knees and bowed as he lowered his hood to reveal two eyes, one green, one brown.

Then, all of the sudden, i heard:

"Ok, talk to you
South America, Australia, France, Germany, UK, Africa

Calling out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat
Summer's here and the time is right
For dancing in the streets
They're dancing in Chicago
Down in New Orleans
In New York City

All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing,
Dancing in the street, oh

It doesn't matter what you wear, just as long as you are there
So come on, every guy, grab a girl, everywhere, around the world
They'll be dancing, dancing in the street

It's an invitation across the nation, a chance for folks to meet
They'll be laughing and singing, music swinging
Dancing in the street

Philadelphia, pa
Baltimore in dc now
Don't forget the motor city
On the streets of Brazil
Back in the ussr
No matter where you are

All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing
Dancing in the street, oh

It doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on every guy, grab a girl, everywhere, around the world
They'll be dancing, dancing in the streets

Way down in L.A., everyday
Dancing in the streets
Cross in china too
Me and you
Dancing in the street

Don't you know
They'll be dancing
Dancing in the street (repeat)”

[spideyspiderman2000]

Not too bad, but I've heard better. Pretty good though.

[FredDibnah]

Entertaining Dialogue feels like it could use some work, though, bit shallow.

Agreed. I also felt that the part where you couldn't figure out who David Bowie was wasn't necessary, but other than that, good.

[Guest]

Wow, I wasn't aware that I needed good dialogue in JOURNALS. LOL, j/k

Thanks, I get bored, as you can tell.

[JS Lemming]

I commend you for just typing that massive thing in... I would of been like "forget this!"

[spideyspiderman2000]

I don't keep a journal, and if I did, I wouldn't type up an entry on the internet. I actually just skimmed through the story while I was waiting for the bus yesterday, so I just skimmed through it. I'll read the whole thing when I have time.