Hello hay yall I have taken the advice of a pro and am willing to ask some one if they
could please please please spell/grammar check my works? Yes no maybe? or not. If you
want to help a poor hapless insane person just email me at Jwar001@aol.com. The
advantage of this would be, you get to read my stories before the rest of the world, and
get credit! Yaaay credit!. anywho untill i find a willing sla..oops! I mean, that is ah.....
anywho oh, Sphinxsa will not be in all of my stories like some of her character stile.
As I said she is just there to put a spin on things. if you like I could even get her killed!
hmmmmm that actually gives me a few new ideas...MUAHAHAHAHahahahahh...............
why are you reading this get to the story!!
The great Irken escape.
Shinxsa nearly beamed with joy as she skipped (yes skipped) down the corridor.
The best part about this loop hole was she did not even have to talk to the tallest! They
were too busy basking in the riches of the slave people, and planets labors to care about
such small things anyway. The thought of the tallest nearly made her start to lose her joy,
but she shook it off. "Must not lose joy!" she thought. As she got down towards the
supply rooms she started to think. "Instead of rushing into this like an ill trained invader,
I should think and plan ahead. Like a efficient scribe should. " She nodded to her self.
Turning into the supply corridor she read the neatly labeled in Irken script, doors.
"Hmm" she mumbled out loud and stepped to the first door. It read clothing. Her smooth
purple dress and thin shoes would not do, not at all. she opened it and inside were rows
and rows of standard issue invader clothes boots red shirts black pants, ect. The room
seemed to go on for miles... she sighed and walked in.
She walked over to the nearest set. "Why are these here any way? This is a
recording planet." she mumbled to herself. She looked at the labeled tag. It read. Property
of Irken army please ship to sevon9. Sevon9 was the old home base for the armada. No
small wonder. These were years out of date and were dropped on the nearest planet just to
get rid of them. The tallest, she shivered again, would maim anyone who would even try
to talk about them. She sighed yet again. It would take years to find one that fit. She
picked up a pair of gloves and slid them on. They ended past her elbows but the hand part
fit snugly. she shrugged they would have to do. No way was she searching all that for
anything better. She picked up the boots nearest to her, and slid them on. getting the same
kind of result. She sat down. 'It would take hours just to get some descent clothing.. Not
to mention how ugly the red would look on her.' She thought to herself. Just then she
spotted something. A bin near the door. She stood up and walked over. In the bottom of
the bin was a bunch of clothing that was not standard issue. A belt and a dress lay on top
of the clothing. It all looked like it was pretallest made. she lifted the dress of the pile. It
was a grape purple and magenta mix. It was a little too long for her but it would do. The
belt looked kind of like the one the tallest had, but smaller and only about one or two
ringed.
She smiled and walked into the auto changer. After she was done she walked into
the next equipment room. This time there was only a arm band and a backpack. She
picked up the bracelet, wondering what it did, and it slid down her hand and up her arm.
Then tightened. In shock she tried to shake it off, but to avail. She rushed over to the label
under it's former spot and read, disguise machine. It was the newest form of disguise you
programmed the species and it would make a skin tight hologram that moved with you.
How on irk she had got this was beyond her. She hoped for such good results with the
back pack. She was disappointed. It was old. As old as those rows of uniforms. so old it
was not even a implant one. One that would fit in the holes on the standard irkens back.
Of course she was not standard Irken. The pack had two straps on it. She gingerly picked
it up and slid it on her back. At least it did not break.She shivered at the oddness of the
rooms she had found. What sick mind would set the equipment up that way...
Her chores finally over she ran happily to the space dispatch. She approached the
only ship in dock, entered her class I pass code and jumped in. The ship was a veedee
runner faster then a voot runner, but not by much. It would shave a week maybe two from
her trip too era-th. She sighed typed in the vectors and let the navicomp do the rest. she
turned over and hoped she could at least get some sleep on her trip. As she lay in the ship
she wondered " what is Invader Zim like? Would he maybe help her fight the tallest?
hmph" she grunted" He most likely worships them like any loyal invader." If he was still
alive.......
Mind un Freezey
5 months later: Earth.
Zim sighed as he walked home. He then tripped over a small large eyed dog that
had appeared out of nowhere. He had the sudden urge to run away screaming madness!
He resisted it. He got up and walked on. Every day he remembered some thing new. He
had just remembered a few of his old attempts to murder Dib and wondered anew why on
irk Dib did not kill him when he had the chance.
He knew his old self would have... He had also begun to feel a burning hatred for Dib
which was hard to push aside. As well as learning a few painful things about the leaders
he would of gave his life for back then. He now pondered how he a brilliant invader
master of Irken technology could have been so blind. "stupid tallest and their spooty
arrogance. err" he grumbled to himself. He stepped up to his door and opened it drawing
his small stun gun. "One of the few things he had recovered was his mechanical genius.
He had woke up in the middle of the night, to find himself building a giant laser, to blow
up the planet, out of his TV and toaster. His own one track mind scared himself
sometimes. The gun he was holding now would probably only stun a small dog, but he
could always bluff it. He never knew if the government had found him again. He did not
remember allot from that time, but he knew to fear his past captors.
No one was in his apartment. He sighed. He kind of missed Gir. Wile his taking
over the house and going for tacos had been annoying as well as other things, Gir was
company. Zim flopped down on his beat mattress and wondered what he would do with
the rest of his existence. He could not stay in this place for much longer the government
was already breathing down his neck. He sighed again and drifted off into sleep. Zim
dreamed of gir, and angels, and lasers. Not in that order.
Muahahahah have your brains been turned into mush by my writing? This sofar has been
mostly about Zim and sphinxza but next chapter it will be about Gaz and Dib for big
things have been happingg in their lives also..
ehehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehheh.
could please please please spell/grammar check my works? Yes no maybe? or not. If you
want to help a poor hapless insane person just email me at Jwar001@aol.com. The
advantage of this would be, you get to read my stories before the rest of the world, and
get credit! Yaaay credit!. anywho untill i find a willing sla..oops! I mean, that is ah.....
anywho oh, Sphinxsa will not be in all of my stories like some of her character stile.
As I said she is just there to put a spin on things. if you like I could even get her killed!
hmmmmm that actually gives me a few new ideas...MUAHAHAHAHahahahahh...............
why are you reading this get to the story!!
The great Irken escape.
Shinxsa nearly beamed with joy as she skipped (yes skipped) down the corridor.
The best part about this loop hole was she did not even have to talk to the tallest! They
were too busy basking in the riches of the slave people, and planets labors to care about
such small things anyway. The thought of the tallest nearly made her start to lose her joy,
but she shook it off. "Must not lose joy!" she thought. As she got down towards the
supply rooms she started to think. "Instead of rushing into this like an ill trained invader,
I should think and plan ahead. Like a efficient scribe should. " She nodded to her self.
Turning into the supply corridor she read the neatly labeled in Irken script, doors.
"Hmm" she mumbled out loud and stepped to the first door. It read clothing. Her smooth
purple dress and thin shoes would not do, not at all. she opened it and inside were rows
and rows of standard issue invader clothes boots red shirts black pants, ect. The room
seemed to go on for miles... she sighed and walked in.
She walked over to the nearest set. "Why are these here any way? This is a
recording planet." she mumbled to herself. She looked at the labeled tag. It read. Property
of Irken army please ship to sevon9. Sevon9 was the old home base for the armada. No
small wonder. These were years out of date and were dropped on the nearest planet just to
get rid of them. The tallest, she shivered again, would maim anyone who would even try
to talk about them. She sighed yet again. It would take years to find one that fit. She
picked up a pair of gloves and slid them on. They ended past her elbows but the hand part
fit snugly. she shrugged they would have to do. No way was she searching all that for
anything better. She picked up the boots nearest to her, and slid them on. getting the same
kind of result. She sat down. 'It would take hours just to get some descent clothing.. Not
to mention how ugly the red would look on her.' She thought to herself. Just then she
spotted something. A bin near the door. She stood up and walked over. In the bottom of
the bin was a bunch of clothing that was not standard issue. A belt and a dress lay on top
of the clothing. It all looked like it was pretallest made. she lifted the dress of the pile. It
was a grape purple and magenta mix. It was a little too long for her but it would do. The
belt looked kind of like the one the tallest had, but smaller and only about one or two
ringed.
She smiled and walked into the auto changer. After she was done she walked into
the next equipment room. This time there was only a arm band and a backpack. She
picked up the bracelet, wondering what it did, and it slid down her hand and up her arm.
Then tightened. In shock she tried to shake it off, but to avail. She rushed over to the label
under it's former spot and read, disguise machine. It was the newest form of disguise you
programmed the species and it would make a skin tight hologram that moved with you.
How on irk she had got this was beyond her. She hoped for such good results with the
back pack. She was disappointed. It was old. As old as those rows of uniforms. so old it
was not even a implant one. One that would fit in the holes on the standard irkens back.
Of course she was not standard Irken. The pack had two straps on it. She gingerly picked
it up and slid it on her back. At least it did not break.She shivered at the oddness of the
rooms she had found. What sick mind would set the equipment up that way...
Her chores finally over she ran happily to the space dispatch. She approached the
only ship in dock, entered her class I pass code and jumped in. The ship was a veedee
runner faster then a voot runner, but not by much. It would shave a week maybe two from
her trip too era-th. She sighed typed in the vectors and let the navicomp do the rest. she
turned over and hoped she could at least get some sleep on her trip. As she lay in the ship
she wondered " what is Invader Zim like? Would he maybe help her fight the tallest?
hmph" she grunted" He most likely worships them like any loyal invader." If he was still
alive.......
Mind un Freezey
5 months later: Earth.
Zim sighed as he walked home. He then tripped over a small large eyed dog that
had appeared out of nowhere. He had the sudden urge to run away screaming madness!
He resisted it. He got up and walked on. Every day he remembered some thing new. He
had just remembered a few of his old attempts to murder Dib and wondered anew why on
irk Dib did not kill him when he had the chance.
He knew his old self would have... He had also begun to feel a burning hatred for Dib
which was hard to push aside. As well as learning a few painful things about the leaders
he would of gave his life for back then. He now pondered how he a brilliant invader
master of Irken technology could have been so blind. "stupid tallest and their spooty
arrogance. err" he grumbled to himself. He stepped up to his door and opened it drawing
his small stun gun. "One of the few things he had recovered was his mechanical genius.
He had woke up in the middle of the night, to find himself building a giant laser, to blow
up the planet, out of his TV and toaster. His own one track mind scared himself
sometimes. The gun he was holding now would probably only stun a small dog, but he
could always bluff it. He never knew if the government had found him again. He did not
remember allot from that time, but he knew to fear his past captors.
No one was in his apartment. He sighed. He kind of missed Gir. Wile his taking
over the house and going for tacos had been annoying as well as other things, Gir was
company. Zim flopped down on his beat mattress and wondered what he would do with
the rest of his existence. He could not stay in this place for much longer the government
was already breathing down his neck. He sighed again and drifted off into sleep. Zim
dreamed of gir, and angels, and lasers. Not in that order.
Muahahahah have your brains been turned into mush by my writing? This sofar has been
mostly about Zim and sphinxza but next chapter it will be about Gaz and Dib for big
things have been happingg in their lives also..
ehehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehhehheh.