Car Wreck

I need to write this down before it becomes too blurry for it to have the same impact.

I was wearing a gray long sleeve v-neck under my leather jacket;  I was wearing some black fingerless gloves that I had made from an old pair of mix-matched black gloves that had resided in the living room closet for too long and some light-blue, white paint splattered jeans.  Jonah was wearing some blue jeans, a long sleeve green t-shirt, and his black coat; a gray toboggan and matching gloves were laying next to him on the seat.  I was just coming back from the Dollar Store where I was checking on a job application with Jonah, after we had finished lunch at McDonald's.   Jonah had a Happy Meal with chicken nuggets and a hot fudge sundae and I had a two cheeseburger meal with a large carmel frappe.  We were at the three-way intersection of Davidson Highway and Winecoff School Road- the one with the blinking yellow turn signal.  I had let a couple cars past before I looked to see if anyone else was coming:  there was a small gray car- a Flex or a Fit or whatever- but it was a good distance away and I thought it was going to slow down.  Three quarters of the way through the intersection, there was a loud, almost stereotypical crash sound and the world turned gray as I felt my body get jerked.  There was smoke and glass all over the place and the smell of burnt rubber and chemicals filled my nose.  I remember looking at the airbag deflate, and hearing the sound of Jonah moving.  I turned around to look at Jonah and-

I have to take a moment to gather my thoughts here because this is the worst part about the accident.  Not the fact that my car was totaled, not the fact that I probably had a concussion, not the fact that I had no idea how we were going to be able to pay for this or the insurance after this;  no, the worst possible thing about this accident is what I'm going to describe next.

Jonah was turning away from the window and there was a look of absolute, ice cold fear in his eyes.  There was deep tears in the side of his face and you could see the white bone and red flesh underneath and the flaps of skin that were left were hanging from the side of his face.  I watched with a look of absolute terror and nausea as my 8 year old brother's face scrunch up as he felt the blood run down his face and he slowly lifted his right hand and touched the side of his face and screamed.  Grabbing the door handle, I pushed the door open and ran to the driver's side rear door and ripped it open and half leapt/half crawled over the seat to him.  I immediately put my hand over the gashes and, screaming and quivering, I told him over and over again "I love you Jonah" "I'm so sorry" "You're going to be alright"  "I didn't ever mean for this to happen"  "I'm sorry"  "Jonah".  And then I looked past his broken face to see a Mexican American or Hispanic lady in a black car with silver rims and all of the sudden I started screaming "Help me" over and over and over and over and over again.  The lady looked like she typed something into a phone and then she drove off and I went hysterical screaming for somebody, anybody to help me, that he was only 8 years old and that he had never done anything to deserve this.   It felt like hours before somebody pulled me off of him and I was thrust back into the cold air and there was a couple of strong men who tending to my brother and I just lost it.  I started to scream that this supposed to never happen, that Jonah shouldn't have gotten hurt and why wasn't I hurt, I was the one driving and that this was just a dream, a nightmare, it wasn't real and I bit myself over and over again to wake myself and a woman told me that Jonah needed me to be strong and then I went over there and I told Jonah that it was just a small cut and soon as we get done at the doctor's, they'll take us home and well finish that level on the video game you were telling me about in McDonald's, you remember McDonald's, don't you? and please tell me you remember McDonald's, Jonah, Please tell me you remember and then I would lose all conception of control and go over to the phone pole and yell at myself and the car and then go back to Jonah.  I tried desperately to call 911 but all I could get was 335 and then 334 and then 944 and finally 911 and then it was all I could do to scream at the man on the line and make out the words of intersection of Davidson highway and Winecoff before I accidentally hung up on him and then I tried to call my mom, calling everyone else on the contact list and then finally screaming when she picked up.  By some miracle, she made it before the ambulance left and I rode in the ambulance telling Jonah that I was so sorry so sorry and telling my mom that I never meant for this to happen and that I should of been hurt because I was the one driving and if anything was to be blamed for, it was my fault and I should be the one punished.

When Jonah went into surgery, my Mom asked me who's blood was on my hands and I broke down again because I realized that my brother's blood was on my hands: I was the one who hurt him this way.

Birthday!!

As you've probably already guessed, it's my birthday.  Not looking forward to growing one year older but I can't really stop time so.... bring the candles!

O.Y.A.- I'm using MapleStory for Chibi illustrations.

Back Home

Hey, we're back home and there are going to be a couple updates to D.R.A.C., so just take a few seconds to read the list below.

1. D.R.A.C. has finally found an online MMORPG game that complies with our rules and requirements; you may have heard of it before and some of you might already play it: Dungeon Fighters Online or DFO, as it is also known.  D.R.A.C. has started a guild named D.R.A.C. (duh), led by SnowTenebrae.  We plan to have a website done before June, along with a promotional video.
2. D.R.A.C. will soon appear on The Bright Night Storum as well as on the D.R.A.C. Blog.  
3. The Bright Night needs administrators, so please apply at the Contact Us page of The Bright Night website.
4. The Bright Night is planning to open a Zombie Storum, which would only feature zombie-themed media (duh).  To hold a place in the creation of this website, contact The Bright Night at their Contact Us page.  Applications will stop being accepted on April 20th, 2012.
5. D.R.A.C.S. is working on creating a website.  To help, give ideas, make fun of, etc., please contact aaron.mckenzie101@gmail.com.  The website will start construction on the 300th post on the D.R.A.C. Blog.
6. We are currently looking for an administrator for Tumblr account for D.R.A.C.  To apply, please contact us at aaron.mckenzie101@gmail.com.  The Tumblr account will be operational as soon as we find an administrator.

In other news, my family is now in possession of a puppy named Levi (awwwe... puppy).  Jinx and Atacai made it to and from Las Vegas safely; the planes' timing was messed by a couple human errors and they were forced to sleep in a kind stranger's car, so they were a couple of days late.  I sincerely hope that everyone that reads this post will give these administration opportunities some thought.  These are nonprofit organizations, so these jobs technically count as volunteer work, but they will help D.R.A.C. grow into an even larger community.  

D.R.A.C.S.: Fear Them

D.R.A.C.S.- Breaking These Chains

Breaking These Chains is the sixth and last song in D.R.A.C.S.'s album, Fear Them.  The title was originally going to be Stand Up and Fight, but Aiken Arrows showed the group a quick preview of what was planned for the next album release, so they changed it to Breaking These Chains.  The speech at the beginning of the song came from D.R.A.C.S's live concert in NY and is made by Blade Nights. (Note: There was a drunk guy next to Jinx Muse when he was recording the audio and he says some.... interesting things.)  Ralphie Nights is on the mic and the drums, Rea Nights and Zane Nights play the electric guitar, Tony Nights is on the keyboard, and Blade Nights is on the electric bass.  The lyrics are by Blade Nights.
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D.R.A.C.S. (Featuring Seria Arrows)- The Penguin Song

Yes, we know that The Penguin Song is not a D.R.A.C.S. song, but Shar let us use her wonderful lyricist, vocalist, and guitarist skills to add a song to D.R.A.C.S.'s album, Fear Them.  Using Jinx Muse's DJ skills and equipment, we were able to fix the high pitched beep problem that Shar originally had with her microphone.  Shar Ward is on the mic and guitar (obviously), while Ralphie Nights is on the cymbals.  The lyrics are by Shar Ward and this is the 5th track.
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D.R.A.C.S.- Apathetic

Apathetic is the fourth song in D.R.A.C.S.'s album, Fear Them.  Ralphie Nights is on the mic and drums, Rea Nights and Zane Nights are on the electric guitar, Blade Nights is on the electric bass, and Tony Nights is on the keyboard.  The applause sound in the middle of the song is taken from D.R.A.C.S.'s live concert in New York and was incorporated into the mp3 file by Jinx Muse.  Ralphie Nights wrote the lyrics for this song.  Enjoy
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D.R.A.C.S.-Your Heart Next To Mine

Your Heart Next To Mine is the third song in D.R.A.C.S.'s album, Fear Them.  The lyrics were written by Zane Nights.  Zane Nights and Rea Nights are on the guitar and mic, Ralphie Nights is on the drums, and Tony Nights is on the keyboard.  Enjoy.
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D.R.A.C.S.-Friday Night Rebel

Friday Night Rebel is the second song in D.R.A.C.S.'s album, Fear Them.  The intro lyrics came from Your Favorite Martian's song, "White Boy Wasted".   Zane Nights does the intro and electric guitar,  Ralphie Nights is on the mic and plays the drums, Rea Nights plays the guitar, Blade Tenebrae is on the electric bass, and Tony is on the keyboard.  The lyrics are by Ralphie Nights.  Enjoy
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D.R.A.C.S. (Featuring Jil Muse)- Satisfied and Okay

Satisfied and Okay is the first song in D.R.A.C.S.'s album, Fear Them.  The main vocalist is Jil Muse, one of JinxedMusic's best clients.  Tony Nights is on the synthesizer, Zane Nights and Rea Nights provide backup electric guitar sound, Blade Nights plays the electric bass, and Ralphie Nights plays the drums.  The song lyrics were written by Jil Muse.  Enjoy.
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Movies Can Change The World

Believe or not, the post title isn't some kind of sarcastic comment on the mindset of America; I can honestly say that movies can change and/or open minds that can (and do) change the world.  Here's a couple that I've viewed:

Twelve Angry Men:  An old black and white movie.  It deals with rights in court and actually evaluating whether or not the accused are guilty.


Mr. Smith Goes To Washington (Not a children's show, despite the title): Another black and white movie (don't worry; they're not all old).  It deals with government, but not on a purely judicial base; it also deals with determination and fighting for the right reason.

The Lorax (I'm not kidding; corny and silly, but there is something to it that gets to the heart):  Obviously meant to support the fight against global warming and pollution, but there is something way more to this than just another "let's save the planet: go green" campaign; it provides many instances of where people close their eyes to the problems in their society.  It uses powerful imagery (wall being broken through, eyes literally opening, etc.) to show that only by changing people's way of thinking will anything ever be accomplished.

We Bought A Zoo (Another corny family movie):  Aside from the fact that it's pretty funny and another stereotypical "let's save the animals" movie, We Bought A Zoo has an awesome moral story to it that left some of the people in the movie theater that I went to in tears.  I won't reveal too much, but it reveals the power and courage in overcoming immense grief.  You have to check this one out


The Day After Tomorrow (Finally something normal): I really do believe that this, instead of The Lorax, truly shows the tragedy that we've wrought upon this Earth with our pollution and bad habits.  In merely a day, the world is turned into a wasteland.  Using scenarios that have all of the feelings of real life, the producers of The Day After Tomorrow have changed the way we thought about global warming.

200th Post!

In honor of the 200th post and the thousand something hits on this blog, D.R.A.C. is hosting a band of your favorite Story dot Com members.  Watch for their new release, Fear Them, on D.R.A.C. Blog.

Hero Of War

A drowning man does not die silently

You can feel the final warning

And the black riches that follow

Through the veins of the shallow

Change the name to protect the guilty

He said, "Son, have you seen the world?

Well, what would you say if I said that you could?

Just carry this rifle, you'll even get paid"

I said, "That sounds pretty good"

Black leather boots, spit shined so bright

They cut off my locks but it looks alright

We marched and we sang

We all became friends as we learned how to fight

A hero of war, yeah that's what I'll be

And when I come home

They'll be d*** proud of me

I'll carry this flag to the grave if I must

'Cause it's flag that I love and a flag that I trust

I kicked in the door, I yelled my commands

The children they cried but I got my man

We took him away, a sack over his face

From his family and his friends

We beat him with guns and batons

Not just once but again and again

A hero of war, yeah that's what I'll be

And when I come home

They'll be d*** proud of me

I'll carry this flag to the grave if I must

'Cause it's flag that I love and a flag that I trust

She walked through bullets and haze

I asked her to stop,

I begged her to stay

But she pressed on

So I lifted my gun and I fired away

And the bullets jumped through the smoke

And into the sand that the blood now had soaked

She collapsed with a flag in her hand

A flag white as snow

A hero of war is that what they see

Just medals and scars,

So d*** proud of me

And I brought home that flag, now it gathers dust

But it's a flag that I love, it's the only flag I trust

Out the door, you get burned

And there is no way back in

You've got nothing

Snake eyes

The house always wins

Defiantly Resisting Arrogance and Corruption

For those of you that are new to D.R.A.C., here is a brief overview of what we do:

D.R.A.C. stands for Defiantly Resisting Arrogance and Corruption.  Members of D.R.A.C. are akin to members of a family; we stand up and with each other and do whatever we can to protect each other.  For those of you that don't understand, here's a comparison: D.R.A.C. is like a tightly woven basket.  Each fiber is a member: alone, they're are flimsy and easily broken, but together... they're extremely useful and hardy.  D.R.A.C. upholds important values and encourages members to grow academically and industrially.  

That's what D.R.A.C. is.

Click here to go to the D.R.A.C. website

New Game Clans

As all of you know, I'm in charge of all the D.R.A.C. clans.  As of last week, I've been searching for more online games.

Wizard 101(younger members)

Runescape
We all know this...

A Mystical Land

Still working on that...


I'll keep you guys updated on how the clans are working.  For more info, email me at partycity1@hotmail.com

New Story DOT Com

This is the new cover for Storycom!

I'm back!

I'm done with my trip to Europe and have one thing to say: I thank God for American hygiene.  Europe streets are disgusting.  There are a lot of older people too, but I kept my mouth shut.  I took some pictures, but I lost my camera. Go figure.  Anyways, thanks for the birthday emails.

No... Not really

I saw Ali's post and thought that I would give my side of the situation.

I hate prom!

I hate prom!  All those white dresses and stupid tuxedos!  I hate all those expensive cars that bring those poor saps to the dance.  Ali begged me to let her go to prom with me!  I'm off to hit my head against a wall!

Party for the end of the world

I know facebook already did this, but I thought about it first!  Party at my house on Dec. 24th, 2012.  Bring your freak on. I think we need an acronym for "What Is Up"  How about WIU?  Naw, probably means something bad in some other country.