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Fan Creations / Low Cut Genes-Finally Released
« on: November 21, 2006, 06:48:49 PM »
To pay for the things that I've done in the past, (whatever that may be, *scoffs*), I'll present to you the epic which is called Low Cut Genes. Many won't care. Many would probably heckle (I'm looking at a few of you!), but for those who have appreciated my past works, such as "My One and Only", I will finally present to you this epic. Its not even done yet! Its the longest thing I've ever typed, and the story's only half-done. Please, forgive my past mistakes. Many of you hold a big, big, big grudge against me, and that's all right with me. I've been wrong in the past. It was my stupid mistake to think that something like that could've actually worked. So, other than this, since I've gotten my new 1GB flash drive, i can present to you many broken promises I've held for too long. The Sims 2 TMK Blowout, Robo-Cobo-Sobo, Low Cut Genes, and some other forth thing. So, prepare yourself. Cause this... This is huge.
Low Cut Genes
PART I-Gender-Bending Fun
Chapter One: The Boy Behind The Mask
It was a gloomy first day of 8th grade. I sat down at the Ride-On Bus Stop seat. My backpack was full of new things for the new year. Math book, pencils, and notebooks abound. I sighed. School hasn?t been the best time for me. My grades are fine and all, but my social life is practically non-existent. The only girl that I?ve actually convinced, yes, convinced, to be my friend, Katie Denver, is not even here right now, as she went to Arizona to meet up with relatives. I had a few good friends, close friends. But most people I know is just the person you call if you missed a day of school and you need a summary of what happened. And I have plenty of those. It bothers me, really. The night before, I set up a goal for myself to get as many new friends as I can get, but then I figured. Setting up goals are for the dorks and the dweebs. Not me. No. Not like that. That?s not what I want. Will I ever get anything I want? Well, if luck would have it, my ?want? walked passed me. Regina George, the main girl of the school, the leader of the pack, walked passed me. I stood up abruptly and said,
?Good morning, Regina.? All she did was look away and say,
?Hello, person that isn?t there.? She continued walking pass me, to the School Bus Stop. I didn?t want to ride that bus. Nobody knows me, and nobody likes me. I keep riding the Ride-On because, really, nobody talks on the Ride-On, right? Okay, I admit. I sound like a whiner, right? Its something tragic that happened at school a long time ago, says my mom. Says my mom, I?ll want to forget it. Says me, I want to know. It apparently changed my life, and if I don?t know what changed my life, than it would be worse than if I did know. I mean, c?mon, it can?t be that bad, right? The ride-on screeched to a halt at the tips of my toes. I stood up, carried my impossibly heavier than it looks like backpack, and got in. I sat down at my regular seat, of which was occupied by a strange old man. He was wearing a semi-charred lab coat, complete with torn black gloves. He had the hair-do of Albert Einstein, but as tangled as a maze. He had a thick white moustache, and white hair. His eyes were darting all over the place. I walked over to him. He looked up at me, and whispered,
?Sit down, boy. I?ve got something to show you.? I did what I was told, as this guy looked like he would threaten me if I didn?t follow his first order. He dug into his pocket, and pulled out a pen-looking device. It was a shiny red, with a glossy finish. A small steel button was where the ?pop? thing was supposed to be (To open mechanical pens), and a much smaller blue button was where the tip would be. He held it up.
?This,? he said in a small whisper, ?is a physical changing device. It can change your outside appearance in a matter of seconds. Press this button (He pointed to the steel button), and think of what you want to look like. Then, count to three. A bright flash of white light should emit from the pen, and your appearance will be completely different, exactly how it looked like in your head. But, you?re still yourself. This button here (He pointed to the blue button) undoes everything you?ve done. Back to your original state. ALL the way back. (He gave me the device) Use it, my boy. I?ve seen what happened outside there, and this I guarantee that this will help you change your life!? I looked at the guy, like he was crazy. Then at the pen, I started to say something, but as soon as I turned towards where he was last, he wasn?t there anymore. I dug the device into my backpack, and looked out the window. The school loomed near.
Chapter Two: Normal Day of Life
Mr. Carupul called role. I sat at my desk, just tapping my pencil. After role, he gave a smile that was too big for his face, and said,
?Good morning, boys and girls! It is another fine day here in Silver Spring, and as your science teacher, I will be teaching you about day and night, why its like that, weather, time, perspective, and a few?? Mr. Carupul continued, but all I was really looking at was Regina and her group of friends. It seems odd that Mr. Carupul is too ignorant to notice that he is competing for attention of the students with the most popular girl in school, or maybe he has seen to much of this kind of behavior and said, ?What the heck. I won?t waste breath for them. Their IQ, not mine.? Or maybe he just does not care. An hour and thirty minutes zoomed by like a cheetah on steroids, and soon enough, the bell was dinging. Third period was over already, and the kid pack rushed out to go to lunch.
?Ha. No way she?ll like you.? Kenny Davis said to me at lunch. ?You know. Especially what happened to you and?? ?Shh!? hissed Brad Roberts. I turned to Brad.
?Why did you shush him?? Brad looked uneasy. ?Its something personal.? I continued eating my lunch, ham and cheese sandwich, and continued listening to the hushed conversation that we had.
?No, look,? Kenny continued, ?Why would the most popular girl in school even talk to a bunch of nobodies like us? For her, we?re just here.? I just had to nod my head. I mean, look at us. We may have been friends since kindergarten, but our social status hasn?t changed much. We just evolved from ?Cute little kids thinking they can fly with one bird feather? to ?Dumb little delinquents who try to impress a girl way out of their reach?, and frankly, nobody gives a hoot about us. Just like Kenny said. We?re just there.
Chapter Three: Grass Is Greener
I peered at the strange device the crazy old guy had given me hours ago. At a closer inspection, the device clearly had the writing Gene-Bender 2000. It was very mysterious, and had an eerie red glow when I closed the lights. A little tab was on the side. It stuck out very little, but was still very noticeable. Curiosity got the best of me, and I pulled it out. At first, it looked like strange markings, but when turned to the side, it clearly made words:
GENE-BENDER 2000
GUIDE AND BUG REPORT
TO USE:
1. PRESS AND HOLD TOP BUTTON
2. IN HEAD, THINK OF DESIRED APPEARANCE
3. HOLD BUTTON FOR 3 MORE SECONDS
4. ENJOY. ENJOY IT!!
PRESS GREEN BUTTON TO UNDO EFFECTS
BUG AND KNOWN ISSUES REPORT-
THINKING OF JACKIE CHAN WILL CHANGE YOU INTO A DONKEY.
THINKING OF MOM/DAD/BROTHER/SISTER/FAMILY MEMBER WILL CAUSE WORMHOLE
THINKING OF BEING ANIMAL WILL NOT ALWAYS WORK
THINKING OF BEING GHOST WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO CHANGE EFFECT (YOU ARE A GHOST, DUH)
THINKING OF 2D CHARACTER WILL MAKE YOU 2D
THINKING OF INANIMATE OBJECTS WILL GET YOU KILLED
THINKING OF BEING GOD. YOU WILL BE BANISHED TO THE LAND GONE UNDER
THINKING OF ADAM SANDLER WILL BANSIH YOU TO THE DESSERTS.
THINKING OF DONUTS WILL NOT TURN YOU INTO A DONUT.
THINKING OF BEING MARIO WILL CAUSE A FIT BY DEEZER
VERSION HISTORY
VERSION 2000.6 (CURRENT)
FIXED BUG OF DOG FLU
DEMON DOES NOT COME OUT AND HAUNT YOU
MORTAL KOMBAT CHARACTERS ARE NOW NOT ALLOWED
FIXED SANDWICH BUG
FIXED GREENDALE BUG
NOW BLOCKS AGAINTS VIRUSES
HITLER NOT IN DATABASE ANYMORE.
The list went on and on. I slipped the tab back into the device, and I just held the device. My pointer finger was itching to press the steel button. I thought to myself. C?mon. You?re not that crazy. This device can?t actually change your appearance. Push-ah. (I chuckled at push-ah) I still wanted to see what would happen if I pressed the button, so I thought of the opposite of what I am right now. Oh, well. DUH! I smacked my forehead. I held the button, and thought of my new appearance. As soon as I thought of this, my head started tingling, than my chest, than stomach, than waist. Body part by body part, until my whole body felt like it was floating in water, tingling at every point in my body. A brilliant, blinding flash of yellow light erupted from the device, and all I could do is hold my free hand to my eyes. FLASH! The light was gone.
I opened my eyes. I stared at the back of my hand. Hello friend. Funny. Its smaller than the last time I saw it. I didn?t feel any different, think any different. I was still me, right? Surely I must of just lost weight at the flash. I was sweating like a pig. But, the sweat was gone. That?s when I noticed it. My hands. My fingernails. They were colored pink. I. Have. Painted. Nails. I hyperventilated. Surely this can?t be right. SURELY, I can?t be what I imagined, right? It breaks the law of nature. Its not right. Not. Right. I looked down. I was in jean short skirts, I was in a pink blouse. I had long, blonde hair. I stared into the mirror. I. Am. A Girl. I screamed. It didn?t sound like my voice. No, it was definitely a girl?s voice. Not mine. This was higher pitched. I covered up my mouth. I have no sisters. My mom could hear! That?s a bad way to get find out. Cooking in the kitchen, when you hear an unfamiliar voice coming from upstairs, a girl?s voice. There is no girls in this house other than her. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. My mom?s cautious voice erupted from under my door. ?Honey? Are you all right? Is someone up there with you? Has Katie returned already? Katie? Are you there?? I thought fast. Katie isn?t a blonde, nor does she wear this clothing. And besides, she?s still in Arizona. I can?t pretend to be her. I did quick thinking. AHA! I locked the door. My mom started knocking on my door.
?Honey! The door. Its locked. What are you doing in there?? I took out the device. I pressed the green button. Hurry up, hurry up! I counted to three.
One.
My mom started banging the door.
Two.
?I have the keys to your room! I?m coming in!?
Three.
The clicking of keys. My door opened.
?David. Was someone here?? I stared at my unpainted nails.
?No. No one. Why?? She wrinkled her nose.
?I heard someone scream upstairs. A girl.?
?I was watching a scary movie on TV. Was the volume too loud??
?No, never mind. Just, brush your teeth soon, okay?
?Yeah. Sure.? She closed the door lightly, and I faintly heard her say,
?I swear someone was up here.? When the last of her footsteps was clearly heard, I sat on the foot of my bed. The device sat there on my lap. Shiny and red in all of its glory. I looked upon the pen, and wondered what this thing could do. I smiled. Anything. As what it has been said many times, the world is yours.
Low Cut Genes
PART I-Gender-Bending Fun
Chapter One: The Boy Behind The Mask
It was a gloomy first day of 8th grade. I sat down at the Ride-On Bus Stop seat. My backpack was full of new things for the new year. Math book, pencils, and notebooks abound. I sighed. School hasn?t been the best time for me. My grades are fine and all, but my social life is practically non-existent. The only girl that I?ve actually convinced, yes, convinced, to be my friend, Katie Denver, is not even here right now, as she went to Arizona to meet up with relatives. I had a few good friends, close friends. But most people I know is just the person you call if you missed a day of school and you need a summary of what happened. And I have plenty of those. It bothers me, really. The night before, I set up a goal for myself to get as many new friends as I can get, but then I figured. Setting up goals are for the dorks and the dweebs. Not me. No. Not like that. That?s not what I want. Will I ever get anything I want? Well, if luck would have it, my ?want? walked passed me. Regina George, the main girl of the school, the leader of the pack, walked passed me. I stood up abruptly and said,
?Good morning, Regina.? All she did was look away and say,
?Hello, person that isn?t there.? She continued walking pass me, to the School Bus Stop. I didn?t want to ride that bus. Nobody knows me, and nobody likes me. I keep riding the Ride-On because, really, nobody talks on the Ride-On, right? Okay, I admit. I sound like a whiner, right? Its something tragic that happened at school a long time ago, says my mom. Says my mom, I?ll want to forget it. Says me, I want to know. It apparently changed my life, and if I don?t know what changed my life, than it would be worse than if I did know. I mean, c?mon, it can?t be that bad, right? The ride-on screeched to a halt at the tips of my toes. I stood up, carried my impossibly heavier than it looks like backpack, and got in. I sat down at my regular seat, of which was occupied by a strange old man. He was wearing a semi-charred lab coat, complete with torn black gloves. He had the hair-do of Albert Einstein, but as tangled as a maze. He had a thick white moustache, and white hair. His eyes were darting all over the place. I walked over to him. He looked up at me, and whispered,
?Sit down, boy. I?ve got something to show you.? I did what I was told, as this guy looked like he would threaten me if I didn?t follow his first order. He dug into his pocket, and pulled out a pen-looking device. It was a shiny red, with a glossy finish. A small steel button was where the ?pop? thing was supposed to be (To open mechanical pens), and a much smaller blue button was where the tip would be. He held it up.
?This,? he said in a small whisper, ?is a physical changing device. It can change your outside appearance in a matter of seconds. Press this button (He pointed to the steel button), and think of what you want to look like. Then, count to three. A bright flash of white light should emit from the pen, and your appearance will be completely different, exactly how it looked like in your head. But, you?re still yourself. This button here (He pointed to the blue button) undoes everything you?ve done. Back to your original state. ALL the way back. (He gave me the device) Use it, my boy. I?ve seen what happened outside there, and this I guarantee that this will help you change your life!? I looked at the guy, like he was crazy. Then at the pen, I started to say something, but as soon as I turned towards where he was last, he wasn?t there anymore. I dug the device into my backpack, and looked out the window. The school loomed near.
Chapter Two: Normal Day of Life
Mr. Carupul called role. I sat at my desk, just tapping my pencil. After role, he gave a smile that was too big for his face, and said,
?Good morning, boys and girls! It is another fine day here in Silver Spring, and as your science teacher, I will be teaching you about day and night, why its like that, weather, time, perspective, and a few?? Mr. Carupul continued, but all I was really looking at was Regina and her group of friends. It seems odd that Mr. Carupul is too ignorant to notice that he is competing for attention of the students with the most popular girl in school, or maybe he has seen to much of this kind of behavior and said, ?What the heck. I won?t waste breath for them. Their IQ, not mine.? Or maybe he just does not care. An hour and thirty minutes zoomed by like a cheetah on steroids, and soon enough, the bell was dinging. Third period was over already, and the kid pack rushed out to go to lunch.
?Ha. No way she?ll like you.? Kenny Davis said to me at lunch. ?You know. Especially what happened to you and?? ?Shh!? hissed Brad Roberts. I turned to Brad.
?Why did you shush him?? Brad looked uneasy. ?Its something personal.? I continued eating my lunch, ham and cheese sandwich, and continued listening to the hushed conversation that we had.
?No, look,? Kenny continued, ?Why would the most popular girl in school even talk to a bunch of nobodies like us? For her, we?re just here.? I just had to nod my head. I mean, look at us. We may have been friends since kindergarten, but our social status hasn?t changed much. We just evolved from ?Cute little kids thinking they can fly with one bird feather? to ?Dumb little delinquents who try to impress a girl way out of their reach?, and frankly, nobody gives a hoot about us. Just like Kenny said. We?re just there.
Chapter Three: Grass Is Greener
I peered at the strange device the crazy old guy had given me hours ago. At a closer inspection, the device clearly had the writing Gene-Bender 2000. It was very mysterious, and had an eerie red glow when I closed the lights. A little tab was on the side. It stuck out very little, but was still very noticeable. Curiosity got the best of me, and I pulled it out. At first, it looked like strange markings, but when turned to the side, it clearly made words:
GENE-BENDER 2000
GUIDE AND BUG REPORT
TO USE:
1. PRESS AND HOLD TOP BUTTON
2. IN HEAD, THINK OF DESIRED APPEARANCE
3. HOLD BUTTON FOR 3 MORE SECONDS
4. ENJOY. ENJOY IT!!
PRESS GREEN BUTTON TO UNDO EFFECTS
BUG AND KNOWN ISSUES REPORT-
THINKING OF JACKIE CHAN WILL CHANGE YOU INTO A DONKEY.
THINKING OF MOM/DAD/BROTHER/SISTER/FAMILY MEMBER WILL CAUSE WORMHOLE
THINKING OF BEING ANIMAL WILL NOT ALWAYS WORK
THINKING OF BEING GHOST WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO CHANGE EFFECT (YOU ARE A GHOST, DUH)
THINKING OF 2D CHARACTER WILL MAKE YOU 2D
THINKING OF INANIMATE OBJECTS WILL GET YOU KILLED
THINKING OF BEING GOD. YOU WILL BE BANISHED TO THE LAND GONE UNDER
THINKING OF ADAM SANDLER WILL BANSIH YOU TO THE DESSERTS.
THINKING OF DONUTS WILL NOT TURN YOU INTO A DONUT.
THINKING OF BEING MARIO WILL CAUSE A FIT BY DEEZER
VERSION HISTORY
VERSION 2000.6 (CURRENT)
FIXED BUG OF DOG FLU
DEMON DOES NOT COME OUT AND HAUNT YOU
MORTAL KOMBAT CHARACTERS ARE NOW NOT ALLOWED
FIXED SANDWICH BUG
FIXED GREENDALE BUG
NOW BLOCKS AGAINTS VIRUSES
HITLER NOT IN DATABASE ANYMORE.
The list went on and on. I slipped the tab back into the device, and I just held the device. My pointer finger was itching to press the steel button. I thought to myself. C?mon. You?re not that crazy. This device can?t actually change your appearance. Push-ah. (I chuckled at push-ah) I still wanted to see what would happen if I pressed the button, so I thought of the opposite of what I am right now. Oh, well. DUH! I smacked my forehead. I held the button, and thought of my new appearance. As soon as I thought of this, my head started tingling, than my chest, than stomach, than waist. Body part by body part, until my whole body felt like it was floating in water, tingling at every point in my body. A brilliant, blinding flash of yellow light erupted from the device, and all I could do is hold my free hand to my eyes. FLASH! The light was gone.
I opened my eyes. I stared at the back of my hand. Hello friend. Funny. Its smaller than the last time I saw it. I didn?t feel any different, think any different. I was still me, right? Surely I must of just lost weight at the flash. I was sweating like a pig. But, the sweat was gone. That?s when I noticed it. My hands. My fingernails. They were colored pink. I. Have. Painted. Nails. I hyperventilated. Surely this can?t be right. SURELY, I can?t be what I imagined, right? It breaks the law of nature. Its not right. Not. Right. I looked down. I was in jean short skirts, I was in a pink blouse. I had long, blonde hair. I stared into the mirror. I. Am. A Girl. I screamed. It didn?t sound like my voice. No, it was definitely a girl?s voice. Not mine. This was higher pitched. I covered up my mouth. I have no sisters. My mom could hear! That?s a bad way to get find out. Cooking in the kitchen, when you hear an unfamiliar voice coming from upstairs, a girl?s voice. There is no girls in this house other than her. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. My mom?s cautious voice erupted from under my door. ?Honey? Are you all right? Is someone up there with you? Has Katie returned already? Katie? Are you there?? I thought fast. Katie isn?t a blonde, nor does she wear this clothing. And besides, she?s still in Arizona. I can?t pretend to be her. I did quick thinking. AHA! I locked the door. My mom started knocking on my door.
?Honey! The door. Its locked. What are you doing in there?? I took out the device. I pressed the green button. Hurry up, hurry up! I counted to three.
One.
My mom started banging the door.
Two.
?I have the keys to your room! I?m coming in!?
Three.
The clicking of keys. My door opened.
?David. Was someone here?? I stared at my unpainted nails.
?No. No one. Why?? She wrinkled her nose.
?I heard someone scream upstairs. A girl.?
?I was watching a scary movie on TV. Was the volume too loud??
?No, never mind. Just, brush your teeth soon, okay?
?Yeah. Sure.? She closed the door lightly, and I faintly heard her say,
?I swear someone was up here.? When the last of her footsteps was clearly heard, I sat on the foot of my bed. The device sat there on my lap. Shiny and red in all of its glory. I looked upon the pen, and wondered what this thing could do. I smiled. Anything. As what it has been said many times, the world is yours.
