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What Obscure Worlds!~Prologue

September 8, 2009

Hey everybody! So today is Labor Day, as all you American readers know(or I hope you know. 'Cause if you don't I might be wondering where you've been...). That also means only a couple more weeks until college starts... joy. Can you hear my extreme excitement? Yeah, I thought not.

Anyway, since it's Labor Day and I'm inspired, I've decided to cook. Well, I guess the correct phrase would be attempt to cook... Yeah I know, scary right? Especially considering the last time I tried I managed to set my entire stove on fire...

Suddenly, a shrill screeching fills my pitiful apartment.

"No no no no no! What the hell is there to burn? I'm boiling water!" I shout frustrated to myself. I dash from my living room table to my kitchen, where smoke is filling the air. Coughing, I notice that there is a flaming object on the stove... my oven mitt... my 99th oven mitt.

"Damn it!" I cry as I pick up the flaming mitt with my bare hands, only to end up dropping it back on the stove.

Note to future self; Don't pick up things that are on fire. They tend to burn you. As I scream in pain, I grab a pair of tongs and throw the mitt into the sink, turning the water on full blast. I then thrust my burning hand under the water, and after a few minutes pull it back out. I groan when I look at my bloody hand, white and burned skin peeling from my fingers. I re-shove my hand underneath the pounding water to prevent the intense burning that was raging in my fingers. With my free hand, I dialed an all to familiar number.

"Hello Dr. Gordon's office this is Mary how may I help you?" the secretary asks. When I don't say anything she sighs. "Nora Lia Bell what the hell did you do this time?" she yells in the phone. I purse my lips, then take a deep breathe before I respond.

"Uh... yeah. I picked up a flaming oven mitt."

"Why..."

"Because I was trying to cook and..."

"Again?"

"Yeah..."

"Okay. I'll schedule an appointment for 1:30 tomorrow to see Dr. Gordon, until then just do the basics. Got it, hun?" Mary asks me, and I tell her yes. I hang up the phone and turn off the water. I quickly go over to the cabinet that holds bowls and plates. I go to open the cabinet door, only to succeed in smashing my forehead into it.

"OW! Mother father!" I cry, stumbling back a little. Moaning, I carefully reopen the cabinet to get a bowl. I fill it up with cold water and ice cubes, then carefully take it back to my computer. I dunk my hand into the freezing water, and begin to finish my blog.

Well, never mind. I WAS going to make some cup of noodles, but I managed to set my 99th pot holder on fire and give myself a 1st, or maybe 2nd degree burn... hopefully 2nd degree...

Anyway, I'm going to order pizza. Nora is out for tonight.

Have a good Labor Day evening...

~Nora Badora

I sigh, pushing my computer back. I rub one of my temples with my free hand, wincing as I bumped the spot I had hit my head on earlier. I looked at my burned hand, the water pink from my blood. I grimaced and walked back over to the kitchen to get clean water. After I was done I grabbed my phone and dialed another all to familiar number.

"Godfathers Pizza this is Kirk how may I help you?"

"Hi Kirk."

Oh, hi Nora! Another small sardine sausage, olive and extra cheese pizza to be delivered?" he asks me, and I laugh sourly.

"You know, this is really sad. Both the doctors and you guys know me by voice." I tell him, and he laughs with me.

"Yeah, not gonna lie. It kinda is. Anyway, your total is..."

"10.68" I finish for him.

"Yeah. It'll be there in 20 minutes. Talk to you later Nora!"

click

"Talk to you later Nora." I mimic him, and I hang up my own phone. Depressed, I went back to the dinning room table and laid my head on it. My hand as starting to throb again, and I knew that I should ice it but I was too lazy to move. Instead, I did something else. A smile bloomed on my lips as I pulled my computer towards me. I logged on to World of Warcraft, ignoring the pain in my hand. I logged on as my most powerful character and entered a room. Soon I was zapped into a forestry area, and my computer beeps at me, indicating that someone was trying to get into contact with me. I looked at my message box, and I laughed giddily. He was on.

Metalica483: So, what did you do this time? :P

RedenMarionette: What makes you think that I did something? ;)

Metalica483: Because this is your most powerful character.

RedenMarionette: And...

Metalica483: That means that you attempted something and it didn't work out. So, your frustrated and need to take your anger out on the endless amounts of creepy things on WOW. Thus, your most powerful character.

RedenMarionette: ... xP

Metalica483: Am I right?

RedenMarionette: Would you believe me if I said no?

Metalica483: No.

RedenMarionette: Then no. You are completely off. xD

Metalica483: Uh huh. So what happened?

RedenMarionette: ... I tried to cook... and I burned my hand... again... and I destroyed my 99th pot holder... ;_;

Metalica483: ... Nora, what did we talk about with you and cooking?

RedenMarionette: Uh... don't do it?

Metalica483: To put it simply, yes.

RedenMarionette: But...

Metalica483: No butts.

RedenMarionette: But... I JUST WANTED CUP OF NOODLES DAMNIT! D: I'm tired of pizza. T-T

Metalica483: Cup of noodles? Don't you only need to boil water for those?

RedenMarionette: Yeah...

Metalica483: That's it. I officially ban you from cooking. End of discussion.

RedenMarionette: Awww, Gustav don't get mad, it's not that big of a deal...

Metalica483: Yes it is. You always end up hurting yourself, and how much longer until you seriously hurt yourself? Wait, how bad is your burn?

RedenMarionette: It's not that bad. I've had worse.

I bit my lip as pain continued to throb in my hand, sweat beading on my forehead from the pain. Gustav was such a sweetie, I didn't want to worry him more than I already have. But, I couldn't help but feel happy that he was worried.

Gustav lived in Germany. My home state was California, but I was currently at school at Harvard Medical School to get my medical degree, which was in Cambridge, Massachusetts. He's a musician, though he's never told what his band name was, and I'm a college senior on a full-paid scholarship. I'm 19, almost 20, and he's 21. He knew what he wants out of life. Me, well... I barely know why I'm going to school. Sure, I love medicine, but I can't help but wonder if it's because of my parents history as doctors that I'm following their footsteps. Well, actually, I want to be a nurse not a doctor, but that defeats the point. Adding to this list, Gustav wasn't looking for anyone, while I had someone very specific in mind.

Of course, I'd rather die than tell Gustav that.

I see his character materialize to my left, and on my right a troll trudges in. When I see it, I smile.

RedenMarionette: Hey Birthday boy, you want to help me kill this troll?

Metalica483: How did you know that it was my Birthday?

RedenMarionette: You told me you dope. :D

Metalica483: Oh... Thanks. :)

RedenMarionette: So, what do you say? Wanna help me? I can't do it by myself.

Metalica483: Sure you can. You're several levels higher than it.

I smack myself in the head, laughing at his denseness. He was right though; the troll was a level 60. I was a level 75. It wasn't that I couldn't do it by myself, it's that I didn't want to.

RedenMarionette: Just help me! Besides, you can get a bunch of stuff from trolls, and you don't see them that often...

Metalica483: You have a point. Okay, come one.

He starts to walk off, and I follow him. I get my attacks ready, the troll screeches as Gustav hits it with magic, it's LP decreasing rapidly. Within seconds, it falls to the ground in a depressing heap, and disappears. I smile as items in my inventory are updated, and my message box beeps.

Metalica483: Nice job. :)

RedenMarionette: Ha ha thank you. You're not bad yourself. ;)

Metalica483: Oh I know. Anyway, I'm going to go to bed and try and get some sleep.

RedenMarionette: Aww, okay. Sweet dreams, Birthday boy. 3

Metalica483: Ha ha thanks. 'Night, Nora.

RedenMarionette: Guten Nacht, Gustav.

My heart beat pounds in my chest as I consider typing out one more line, my cheeks grow hot. After a second I pound on the keyboard, and send my last message to him.

RedenMarionette: I love you.

MessageDeliveryService: I'm sorry. METALICA483 is offline, and did not recieve your message. Please try again later.

I let out a sigh, not sure if I was relieved or disappointed. I watched my WOW character bounce up and down; something it does when idling. I log out of WOW and close my computer screen.

I guess I could just wait for my pizza alone.

WhatObscureWorlds!~First Embarrassment, END