Man, I haven't touched this blog in a while.

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repoast of history of world :O

Many years ago, frogs landed on this Earth in a spacecraft that looked largely like a meteorite. That is to say, they landed in the sense that their ship finally touched ground. In reality, the impact was more of a crash, so mighty that it eradicated a good portion of the lizard-like creatures that had once inhabited the earth. The frogs then unintentionally caused the advent of a great age of frost and snow; a fierce cold that engulfed all of the planet. Fearing for their safety, as they required an ample amount of fresh water to thrive in, the green amphibious colony thus entered a deep hibernation.

When they awakened, roughly thirty-two million years later, the climate had changed drastically. The earth's climate was moderate and comfortable again, and the frogs sought to set forth their plan to colonize earth and coexist with its inhabitants. In a relatively short amount of time, after approximately three thousand years, the frogs had established a great society. They had, for the previous few years, largely isolated themselves from other life forms, hoping to establish suitable conditions for living, a moderate system of national defense, and a thriving economy so as to be able to produce fine items for trade and offer. Emerging from their self-imposed solitude, the frogs found that their technology rivaled that of another race, two legged mammals that referred to themselves as “humans”.

The humans were shocked at the existence of the frogs. They had never seen anything like them. Creatures that could exist in both land and sea? Surely these new greenskins were horrid aliens, creatures that had landed on earth in order to wage war. The frogs and the humans had very little means of communications. The frogs pleaded with the humans for peace through croaks and ribbets, and the humans responded with words and gestures. The tension between the two races grew as, try as they might, neither could successfully reproduce the other’s language. Naturally, miscommunication breeds distrust; distrust brings antipathy; antipathy engenders hate; and hate creates war. The two races had no choice but to engage in mortal combat, and so began the Great Homo-Anura War.

Both sides put forth a valiant effort. The frogs, their civilization hidden but powerful, partially submerged in a vast lake, constantly pushed forth from both land and water. Advancing forth on the ground in terrible war machines and utilizing deadly artillery from the depths, the frogs managed to force man into retreat. The amphibious assault was relentless, and, in a final campaign, the frogs advanced to that last of the great human cities and laid it to siege, hoping the humans would have the sense to surrender. Alas, the tenacious humans did no such thing.

The humans had been retreating cautiously the whole war, for since the beginning they had developed a lethal weapon. Studying the anatomy of the amphibious creatures from afar, the concluded that the frogs’ bodies were not as accustomed to severe climate changes as the humans were. They therefore created a weapon known as the Infernal Solar Switch, the ISS. The device focused the concentration of the human survivors on the hydrogen sun and willed it to react faster, increasing its heat. Their appalling weapon worked.

It increased the temperature slowly, by mere degrees each month. But the human scientists had planned it as such. The frogs their bodies not evolved to compensate for drastic climate change, noticed nothing. They carried on waging war until, on the ninety-sixth day of their siege, frogs started mysteriously dropping dead. By the time the autopsies revealed the sources of the deaths, the once great nation had already began to crumble. The humans quickly began their counterattack, driving the frogs back to their very first landing site, so many years old. Realizing that their stay on this planet was nearing its end, the frogs hastily constructed a new ship, and flew away within the month.

The humans, celebrating their victory, were ecstatic. But they had forgotten that they, too, were susceptible to the heat. By the time that they were able to reverse the damage that they had done, the majority of their civilization was extinct as well. The survivors, none of whom had been powerful figures before, carried on as best they could, but in the end, the memories of the once mighty human nation perished. Years passed, and their society crumbled into dust, forgotten by the ages. However, in time, humans evolved forth once more, and again built civilizations, unaware that they were standing upon the foundations of two powerful nations. By sheer coincidence, frogs began appearing in the gene pool as well. They lacked the intelligence and magnitude of their ancestors, but were nearly congruent to them. No war was waged this time, and no lives were lost. It seemed that, with humans as the obvious predominant creatures, peace was to be had.

However, nature, it seems, has a morbid sense of humor. As time passed, frogs evolved traits that were common in their extraterrestrial ancestors. They were already able to breathe underwater and out of land. They developed sharp reflexes and strong legs. They could climb nimbly and stealthily on trees or walls. They secreted deadly toxins within their bodies. As the humans found out about these new traits, studying them, categorizing them scientifically, analytically, their subconscious minds began to fear the frogs once more. The frog, who posed no immediate threat to the human, triggered an unused part of the human mind, devoted to the Infernal Sun Switch forgotten long ago, passed on through shared dreams and genetics.

The focus of the human was gone. None knew of the terrible weapon that they were unconsciously using. But though it was slow, the effect was undeniable. The humans began to heat the earth once more, unwittingly. Their best scientists sought the reason why, but the history was lost to them. They could not agree on any cause. Helpless, they plunged toward their fate, doomed to suffer at the hands of their belligerent predecessors.

And so, humanity, this is a plea. The Infernal Sun Switch is triggered by feelings ranging from indifference to disgust to contempt for frogs. However, with this knowledge, we can reverse the damage. Show our amphibious companions proper respect, care for them and regard them as brothers and sisters, united through the ages, and show them that we, as human beings, too can partake in dreams of coexistence and peace. Show them that we can love them as they once hoped to love us.

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I've been pushed past the limit. My limit. I used to think that anything, everything could be endured with a smile. That everything would be alright in the end, that nothing bad ever happened to me. That nothing could permeate my sphere of tranquility. But I've been tried. Defeated. Maybe it was stress. A lack of sleep? I don't know, but I've changed recently. So much. I look back, and I'm not the same person. Nothing affects me anymore. Not in the least. I can't seem to find where my heart should be anymore. I'm just...living. It's strange. Alien. It scares me. I look at what I've done, what I've become, and I am afraid. I am afraid of myself. I don't know if I can consider myself a person anymore. What I've witnessed without batting an eyelid...without a tremor or twitch...it terrifies me. I think I might be going insane. Who I am...what I am...I...I'm frightened. I need...I need...somebody...help....

That APUSH test...I...I...murdered it. I extinguished its life and brutally tore its flesh and mutilated its corpse while it struggled and begged for mercy. And I felt nothing. No remorse. No disgust. No shock, no fear, no anguish, no nothing. I can't even tell...am I...am I even human anymore?

Quality Over Quantity

This adage will not prevent me from making a totally useless post anyway.

Dinosaurs With Hats #1 (aka Prehistoric Hatmosphere if it's drawn in APEL instead of Spanish): Bandwagon

Yup. Turns out doodling during classes is almost productive. I have now started a webcomic series that I creatively call "Dinosaurs With Hats" or "Prehistoric Hatmosphere (inside joke with Parker)" depending on when I draw it. The former is in any other class, the latter is just in period 4 APEL. You can expect hilariously inventive new comics whenever I get little bursts of artistic brilliance during class or the day is particularly dull. I also did not steal this idea from and/or copy Stephen Domenici in any way or form.
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Obligatory Blog About Day #13: I have not blogged in a long time.

But then again, I have not blogged about anything important ever.
So, in order to compensate for this minor act of sacrilege , I offer you a little ASCII thing of a bear.
Please enjoy responsibly.
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Obligatory Blog About Day #12

Why yes, Junior Year, I do still laugh in your face.