Apologies for my one month hiatus. You see, my laptop broke so I had to get a new one. This event delayed my writing, and so too did the projects I had to undertake. In fact, these projects still eat up more of my spare time, so my predictions came true: updates until June will be sparse. But I digress; a new update for Rise of the Planet of the Nine has been submitted, so just sit back, relax and forget about now until June.
Rise of the Planet of the Nine
Nine Days of Preparation
After the punishments, Trent readied everyone except Courtney and Chris for battle. In essence, not much has changed at all for anyone except Chris since they were punished. Obviously, Trent exempted Chris because he and Courtney were shifting every night for nine nights and Trent was thrilled that the couple were going at it for nine nights in a row. Another change was Chris's hair growing back. As it turns out, Chris used to have hair similar to his wig but he shaved it all off while he was drunk. After sobering up, he panicked and for the next four weeks he went into hiding. This ended when he put on the wig, which was custom-made. The public never knew this happened. Ironically, the wig inhibited the growth of his hair for some strange reason so Chris finally realised that his hair only takes six weeks to grow to its full length. Courtney allowed Chris to keep the hairstyle after discovering new fun things to do that involves Chris's hair.
The nine days of extensive training was brutal for everyone else. It was the same routine over and over again. First there was nine hours of training, where everyone was bullied and harangued by Trent. Then came nine hours of rest, where everyone was locked in their rooms by Trent. Then there was nine more hours of training, then nine hours of rest, then nine hours of training, then nine hours of rest, and so on. During this difficult period of time, Trent had the interns (which he kidnapped as well) create camouflage army uniform, but with nines all over the uniform. As they were training, everyone had to perform tasks nine times, no more, no less. For example, push-ups could only be done nine times in a row. Chin-ups could only be done nine times in a row. Nine kilometre runs could only be done nine times in a row. Anyone who exceeded these limits were punished severely nine times. For example, Duncan was made to paint a wall with nine coats of hot pink for doing ten sit-ups instead of nine sit-ups. Duncan protested this, claiming that he lost count because Harold distracted him by calling the delinquent an idiot for not having good posture.
After nine days of training, Trent stood atop the highest balcony from the ground at Court Nine. Courtney approached him and asked:
"Trent, are you okay. You look tense."
Trent sighed. "Yep. See, it's been nine days since I started training the machinery."
"Is something supposed to happen today?" Courtney wondered.
"Yes," Trent replied. "I'm waiting for the Canadian military to show up so we can fight. I bet those bastards are playing mind games with me!" he growled.
Courtney gave her friend a pat on the back and said: "Try not to let those jerks get to you, but I sort of know how you feel. Last year I wrote a letter to the Minister for Defence, requesting that he send in troops to Greenland, but he refused."
"Why did you want him to send in troops to Greenland?" asked Trent out of curiosity.
"I wanted to adopt a polar bear and train it to kill and eat Duncan, Gwen, Cody, Sierra, Heather, Beth, Lindsay and Chef," said Courtney. "The Danish government discovered my intentions because Harold ratted on me, so they convinced the Greenlandic government to refuse to let me have my way. If the Canadian military invades Greenland, Greenland will be ruled by Canada and I will get to impose tough sanctions on Greenland when I become Prime Minister for not letting me adopt a polar bear! But no, the defence minister was too far up his own arse to do what's right for once! But regardless of what happens, I'm going to impose tougher sanctions on Harold for being tattling little dick! Of course, I'm pretty sure what I went through isn't as bad as what you're going through now, right?"
"Thank you, Courtney," Trent smiled. "But the military will have to show up sooner or later! If they don't, it better be that they are idiots! If they know what they're doing, then I will be even crueler with them for being heretics for playing mind games with me!"
"Maybe if they don't show up by 9pm tonight you should automatically assume that they were playing mind games with you," Courtney suggested.
"Oh I will alright!" Trent smiled with delight. "I will! Thanks Courtney!"
"Anytime!" Courtney smiled back. They hugged.
Over their heads loomed a clock at read 9.03pm.
Dun! Dun! Dun! Well it looks like things will get crazier in the next chapter! I myself can't imagine what will happen next – until I write the next chapter, that is!
Until next time!