Today marked the end of the Daily Monster series. Monster No. 100 was posted this morning, and a wonderful monster it was! I hope you all noticed the viola music that Stefan included! Yesterday he asked me if I would quickly write something to be used with the animation of his final monster, and what you heard on the video was a result of his challenge. Of course, I do know that it is not my best playing, nor brilliant music by any account, but I am pretty proud of it, and extremely excited that Stefan gave me such a wonderful opportunity.
Following is Monster No. 100's story. Tomorrow I will resume posting on different subject matter. Hope you like it!
Monsters, as we all know, are a very rare sight to behold. Their population, while not yet small enough to be classified as "endangered" is on the decline. The very rare glimpses that are afforded the lucky human are few and far between, and the idea of encountering one every day is extraordinarily far fetched. Yet, somehow, the last few months have proved miraculous, and we lucky few have seen one hundred of these rarities. They are a sight to behold, indeed! While it is has been fun to view monster after monster, we all knew it would only be a matter of time before we had seen them all. One hundred days later, and the fears of many have been realized! There is, however, hope! The birth of a new monster brings with it the promise of a grand future. The monster population as we now know it will grow at a rate of one monster per week. How exciting this is! While an era of daily monster sightings has come to a close, we humans know that it won't be long before the next one makes an appearance.
We shall be waiting, little one.
Showing posts with label Stories of the Daily Monsters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stories of the Daily Monsters. Show all posts
February 26, 2007
February 24, 2007
It's red, blue, and green, and can fit in your pocket!
Right again! Now's the time for my story about Monster No. 99. As per usual, watch the video first. Also, make sure you check out the video for Monster No. 100 tomorrow for an extra special surprise! (Thanks again Stefan!)
In the Super Secret Monster Top Secret Service Agency--the SSMTSSA for short--is constantly trying to develop new ways of transportation for members of the Monster Military. The newest development is an attachment to a ten year old project, named simply "The Suit." The Suit is a large Trojan Horse of sorts. It is a fake monster shell in which three agents can comfortably stay for several weeks while on any number of assignments. The one problem in the past was with transportation. Since the suit is roughly as tall as the Empire State Building (after all, it is a comfortable place to stay!), it is a feat and a half to simply move it a few feet. The newest attachment for The Suit, Shuttle-Head 256 attempts to solve some mobility issues. Agents can now make their way upstairs to the control room and blast off. After this, any of the two hundred retro-fitted Suits is a suitable landing site. Surveillance capabilities have increased ten fold, and all that is left to do is somehow make The Suit smaller. Plans for suitMINI are in the works, and it should be available within the next year in three fantastic colors.
In the Super Secret Monster Top Secret Service Agency--the SSMTSSA for short--is constantly trying to develop new ways of transportation for members of the Monster Military. The newest development is an attachment to a ten year old project, named simply "The Suit." The Suit is a large Trojan Horse of sorts. It is a fake monster shell in which three agents can comfortably stay for several weeks while on any number of assignments. The one problem in the past was with transportation. Since the suit is roughly as tall as the Empire State Building (after all, it is a comfortable place to stay!), it is a feat and a half to simply move it a few feet. The newest attachment for The Suit, Shuttle-Head 256 attempts to solve some mobility issues. Agents can now make their way upstairs to the control room and blast off. After this, any of the two hundred retro-fitted Suits is a suitable landing site. Surveillance capabilities have increased ten fold, and all that is left to do is somehow make The Suit smaller. Plans for suitMINI are in the works, and it should be available within the next year in three fantastic colors.
February 23, 2007
Careful, or your groove may just get stuck
Yes, you guessed it. Today is time for the story of monster no. 98. Watch his video, and then read my story. (I promise after all 100 monsters are done, I will get back to posting other things!)
Everybody knows that the coolest monsters have terrible hygiene. In the monster equivalent of our human colleges, moldiness is a trait similar to being completely ripped. As is probably evident by the large amount of extra dirty growth sprouting from the back of Monster No. 98's (Marcus) head, he is one cool dude. This amount of dirtiness can only result in a very large amount of itching. However, the scratching motion most humans are used to seeing performed by Monster No. 98 is not in attempts to quell any itching. In fact, it is really his signature dance move. Back in Monster College--Marcus received a fine arts degree there--this guy was known for keeping the dance floor alive. He danced nearly every night for hours, and only used one move...the back scratch slide. After moving that way for so long, the move became engraved in his very being, and he can hardly go two minutes without getting his groove on. Good thing it is still an extraordinarily hip move!
Everybody knows that the coolest monsters have terrible hygiene. In the monster equivalent of our human colleges, moldiness is a trait similar to being completely ripped. As is probably evident by the large amount of extra dirty growth sprouting from the back of Monster No. 98's (Marcus) head, he is one cool dude. This amount of dirtiness can only result in a very large amount of itching. However, the scratching motion most humans are used to seeing performed by Monster No. 98 is not in attempts to quell any itching. In fact, it is really his signature dance move. Back in Monster College--Marcus received a fine arts degree there--this guy was known for keeping the dance floor alive. He danced nearly every night for hours, and only used one move...the back scratch slide. After moving that way for so long, the move became engraved in his very being, and he can hardly go two minutes without getting his groove on. Good thing it is still an extraordinarily hip move!
February 22, 2007
How Robert became so damn sexy
Stefan has posted the 97th monster in his series, and I decided to write a short story about it as well. Make sure you watch the video on the Daily Monster website before reading this story, as it will then make much more sense. So, without any further ado, the story of monster no. 97:
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon when the explosion sounded. The cloud that formed above the Red Shoe Testing Facilites was visible for miles. Witnesses described the boom as something similar to a small earth quake, and store windows even shattered as far away as downtown Heelsville. The details are rather sketchy, but what seems to have happened is this. A new intern was busy testing the sexy factor of a new shoe coating that would, hopefully, revolutionize the products of Red Shoe, Inc. The testing procedure involved painting a bit of the black--and very volitile!--liquid on a piece of paper while counting the number of times the testing monkey (aptly named Narcisimus) said "Ooo-la-la!" from his cage. All was going well--there had been a record forty-five exlamaitions from the primate in the first minute and a hlaf--when the intern, Robert, made a crucial mistake. Whithout noticing, he had spilled a drop of the sexy solution on the floor, and was presently about to step directly on it! (Everyone knows that Red Shoe Sexy Solution is only stable when completely dry.) This, of course, resulted in a resounding BOOM! The roof of the testing facility was blown clean off, and Robert would receive the brunt of the blast. His face became covered in sexy solution, and because of the heat, it dried as it was splattering him. This resulted in not only his face being covered in the unremovable substance, but also in his hair being drenched as well. And, because his right leg was the first thing to come in contact with the explosion, he lost it as well. Now, in the history of lab mishaps, the receiver of disfiguration usually has an axe to grind, and winds up in a sour mood for the remainder of his or her life (most likely making it his mission to seek revenge upon completely unrelated persons as Spiderman, Superman, Batman, and Captain Planet). However, in the case of Robert, he was pleased with his new look. Because Red Shoe's Sexy Solution had been designed to raise the sexiness level of whatever it coated by 700%, Rovert was in high spirits. Hopping around on his single leg caused him no bother, and he would live out the rest of his days as one of the most popular scientists in the world. Of course, he did acquire the unfortunate nickname of "Monster No. 97" but he was able to brush this off, as his sexiness level easily won over any critics.
It was a normal Tuesday afternoon when the explosion sounded. The cloud that formed above the Red Shoe Testing Facilites was visible for miles. Witnesses described the boom as something similar to a small earth quake, and store windows even shattered as far away as downtown Heelsville. The details are rather sketchy, but what seems to have happened is this. A new intern was busy testing the sexy factor of a new shoe coating that would, hopefully, revolutionize the products of Red Shoe, Inc. The testing procedure involved painting a bit of the black--and very volitile!--liquid on a piece of paper while counting the number of times the testing monkey (aptly named Narcisimus) said "Ooo-la-la!" from his cage. All was going well--there had been a record forty-five exlamaitions from the primate in the first minute and a hlaf--when the intern, Robert, made a crucial mistake. Whithout noticing, he had spilled a drop of the sexy solution on the floor, and was presently about to step directly on it! (Everyone knows that Red Shoe Sexy Solution is only stable when completely dry.) This, of course, resulted in a resounding BOOM! The roof of the testing facility was blown clean off, and Robert would receive the brunt of the blast. His face became covered in sexy solution, and because of the heat, it dried as it was splattering him. This resulted in not only his face being covered in the unremovable substance, but also in his hair being drenched as well. And, because his right leg was the first thing to come in contact with the explosion, he lost it as well. Now, in the history of lab mishaps, the receiver of disfiguration usually has an axe to grind, and winds up in a sour mood for the remainder of his or her life (most likely making it his mission to seek revenge upon completely unrelated persons as Spiderman, Superman, Batman, and Captain Planet). However, in the case of Robert, he was pleased with his new look. Because Red Shoe's Sexy Solution had been designed to raise the sexiness level of whatever it coated by 700%, Rovert was in high spirits. Hopping around on his single leg caused him no bother, and he would live out the rest of his days as one of the most popular scientists in the world. Of course, he did acquire the unfortunate nickname of "Monster No. 97" but he was able to brush this off, as his sexiness level easily won over any critics.
February 21, 2007
The monster formerly known as Tod
As you have no doubt noticed, I have added two links to the "Other Things To Read" section of my blog. "Random Reflections" is full of fantastic and witty writing, and is a blog you should not hesitate to read. "Daily Monster" is, for those of you not in the know, a very cool site. Each day, a time-lapsed recording is made of the creation of a monster, and readers are encouraged to write a story about a particular day's new creature. Check out both these great sites.
Anyway, today I decided to write a story about monster no. 96. I posted it on the Daily Monster site, but will reprint it here. Now, I know that the writing is not all that grand, and the story is lacking in brilliance, but it is my first go at this type of thing. I'll be writing a new one for monster no. 97 tomorrow, and monster no. 98 after that. But, until then, here is the story of how monster no. 96 (formerly known as Tod) came to be so grumpy. Hope you like it (or are at least mildly entertained).
There are very few who look forward to the prospect of public speaking. Until a few years ago, monster no. 96 was a member of that group. He used to speak at all sorts of events, from high school graduation ceremonies to baseball games. Even the most nerve-racking types of speaking engagements, such as the ones in front of a group of people while standing in one's underwear didn't bother monster no. 96 (whose real name is actually Tod) in the least. However, during one routine speech concerning meal-time etiquette at a summer camp for teens, Tod was met with one of the most embarrassing situations one can imagine. While in front of the group of already heckling sixteen year olds, something began to happen to Tod's face. His mouth began to open wider, and wider, and wider, uncontrollably so, until finally his upper lip was where the bridge of his nose normally was--it had, of course, fallen off by this point--and his lower lip was at the level of his no longer distinguishable Adam's apple. As if that weren't bad enough, while the large, coarse hairs began to sprout from the back of his throat, Tod's back began to split down the middle and bursted into two puny looking bat wings. Amidst the laughter and camera flashes, Tod was able to fly away, but never again would he regain his former jolly demeanor. He would acquire the name "Monster No. 96" and would never again be seen or heard speaking publicly again.
Anyway, today I decided to write a story about monster no. 96. I posted it on the Daily Monster site, but will reprint it here. Now, I know that the writing is not all that grand, and the story is lacking in brilliance, but it is my first go at this type of thing. I'll be writing a new one for monster no. 97 tomorrow, and monster no. 98 after that. But, until then, here is the story of how monster no. 96 (formerly known as Tod) came to be so grumpy. Hope you like it (or are at least mildly entertained).
There are very few who look forward to the prospect of public speaking. Until a few years ago, monster no. 96 was a member of that group. He used to speak at all sorts of events, from high school graduation ceremonies to baseball games. Even the most nerve-racking types of speaking engagements, such as the ones in front of a group of people while standing in one's underwear didn't bother monster no. 96 (whose real name is actually Tod) in the least. However, during one routine speech concerning meal-time etiquette at a summer camp for teens, Tod was met with one of the most embarrassing situations one can imagine. While in front of the group of already heckling sixteen year olds, something began to happen to Tod's face. His mouth began to open wider, and wider, and wider, uncontrollably so, until finally his upper lip was where the bridge of his nose normally was--it had, of course, fallen off by this point--and his lower lip was at the level of his no longer distinguishable Adam's apple. As if that weren't bad enough, while the large, coarse hairs began to sprout from the back of his throat, Tod's back began to split down the middle and bursted into two puny looking bat wings. Amidst the laughter and camera flashes, Tod was able to fly away, but never again would he regain his former jolly demeanor. He would acquire the name "Monster No. 96" and would never again be seen or heard speaking publicly again.
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