6.09.2007
Pull Up, Hop Out, All In One Motion
Here is a map of the GMI's Subsea Station A. If you want more info about this place, just look back to posts at the end of November 2006 or do a blogger search for GMI or something. You're smart people, you'll get it.
Anyway:
1) you are downstairs in the lighthouse, but
2) you don't have to cross Ezekiel's line to leave.
Hope that clears shit up. You woke up on the floor of the weird metal Experiment room, again.
...
Letter sent to Kottke. I dunno, I don't think he'll post this though.
Static on the CB. Huh.
The chainmail is hobbit, large. Either of you could wear it. I don't really care, but you'll need to ask who will benefit more I guess... or whatever. Figure it out.
Bone wand looks like a one foot long wooden dowel, 'cept it's clearly made of bone. No markings or runes. No chips neither.
The book is a Magic-User book. Threnody, knock yessef out.
Ezekiel passes on the food Dag, with a polite holding-up of his hand and a shake of his head. "Nope, none for me thanks. I eat babies, remember? Toddlers, tykes, little whipper-snappers, Daddy's Big Boy, Little Precious... line 'em up. If you had a baby, we'd talk business. As is, sorry."
Up you go. Raining like crazy outside. Damn. In the chill wind, you curse your luck- no boats or nothing. Then...
Then you spy, bobbing up and down in the waves, at the end of the dock, a metal hatch in the water.
Fuckin A, looks like someone's left a sub here.
...
The map:
Anyway:
1) you are downstairs in the lighthouse, but
2) you don't have to cross Ezekiel's line to leave.
Hope that clears shit up. You woke up on the floor of the weird metal Experiment room, again.
...
Letter sent to Kottke. I dunno, I don't think he'll post this though.
Static on the CB. Huh.
The chainmail is hobbit, large. Either of you could wear it. I don't really care, but you'll need to ask who will benefit more I guess... or whatever. Figure it out.
Bone wand looks like a one foot long wooden dowel, 'cept it's clearly made of bone. No markings or runes. No chips neither.
The book is a Magic-User book. Threnody, knock yessef out.
Ezekiel passes on the food Dag, with a polite holding-up of his hand and a shake of his head. "Nope, none for me thanks. I eat babies, remember? Toddlers, tykes, little whipper-snappers, Daddy's Big Boy, Little Precious... line 'em up. If you had a baby, we'd talk business. As is, sorry."
Up you go. Raining like crazy outside. Damn. In the chill wind, you curse your luck- no boats or nothing. Then...
Then you spy, bobbing up and down in the waves, at the end of the dock, a metal hatch in the water.
Fuckin A, looks like someone's left a sub here.
...
The map:
Labels: ghost ride it
3.18.2007
Ghost Ride The Sub
Ezekiel says "Speak of the devil." He laughs at that.
"Well hello there my friends!" You turn to look at a pair of figures coming down the hall- the see-through hallway that leads to the other station that Ezekiel guards!
The first figure is a tall disgusting man, or something like one. Dressed in a white plastic gown, it looks like an older gentleman, who's oozing slime or something all over the place. Running down his pustule-covered face, leaving a nasty trail on the floor. He wears a hood and what looks like a small sombrero.
The figure behind his is a gorgeous woman in a blue bikini, mopping up the slime behind him.
The man says "So good to see you again!" He and Ezekiel exchange a quick look. "No?" says the man quietly. "Ha, I mean, welcome back! So nice of you to drop by! I can't wait to hear all about your voyage. You must tell me all about Twilos."
"Forgive my manners. Allow me to introduce myself- we hadn't met the first time you were here. I am Master Parsifal Meeks. What say we sit down over a bottle of Gorgan Cab and let the beautiful Melinda here whip up some sashimi."
KT, your spiderbot clicks and whirrs.
"Well hello there little fellow! Is this of your design?," he asks you Tut. "Wonderful! Come, let's talk, I can think of a modification or two you might find useful."
The Master and 'Melinda' head into the living quarters to the dining area, and wait for you to follow. Ezekiel grins. Bounce. Bounce.
...
While you're wondering what is going on and what to do, you see what looks like a small submarine moving about in the sea outside the glass walls! As you watch, you hear a bassline. The captain of the sub gets out of it while it's still moving and climbs on top and starts dancing!
Yeah man, dis is ya boy Mistah SUB man
The yellow sub rider man
The real king of slaps man
Y'all better act like you know who this is man
Yeah
Let me give you a 101 on how to ghost ride
Look, the seas know what just this is
Ghost ride the sub up and down the seas
The ghost busters, they the PCs
Always wanna pull a nigga over for his Gs
Not me, I get it in a scrapes
Wake on the shores lookin like a figure 8s
Sideshow, you know where I'm sailin
From the coast to the depths just in case you ain't knowin
Baby
A town politic
Hit the club late now trying to holla at a chick
Can't get in the club cause I'm in my damn sub
Hey little mama come and get a little rub
What you know about, gettin you a whip
Buy yourself a poncho and then your sub kicks
Ice up ya neck, ya hands and ya whip
Just up the parascope and stuntin with ya click
Chorus x2:
When you get a new sub
Uh huh uh huh
And you feelin like a chub
Okay okay
What you gonna do
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
GHOST RIDE IT
Ghost ride cha sub!
Yeah
Pull up hop out, all in one motion
Dancing on the sub while the sub still rollin
Shuntin, shinin, flamboostin
Parascope up like you drank the magic potion
Porthole open, feet out of it
Damn that captain high, he- yeah- out of it
Thizzin t' grettin, shit, and gridin
Ice in his mouth you know he big timin
Frigate, rowboat, submarine and dingy
Ghost ride em all and get that blingy
First time I ghost ride I was outta the crib
Dancin on the sub in a diaper and a bib
Ghost ride it, ghost ride it
Get outta the way, let casper drive
Ghost ride it, ghost ride it
Who that drivin? Patrick Swayze!
Chorus x2
Now stop, stop, stop, stop
Now go, go, go, go
Get outta the sub!
Let it roll, let it roll
Tap that rudder
Open up ya porthole
Now that's ghost ridin
Ya know, ya know!
It's not that hard, you can do it
Cha wanna go dumb, just lose it
Bay game, bay slang, it's a bay thang
Just so you know when you come to the Bay
Stunnas is glasses
Thins, torpedos
Rippas is ladies
Bibs is speedos
Hyphy is hyper
Our version of crunk
Thizzin is high
And perkin is drunk
Chorus x 2
"Well hello there my friends!" You turn to look at a pair of figures coming down the hall- the see-through hallway that leads to the other station that Ezekiel guards!
The first figure is a tall disgusting man, or something like one. Dressed in a white plastic gown, it looks like an older gentleman, who's oozing slime or something all over the place. Running down his pustule-covered face, leaving a nasty trail on the floor. He wears a hood and what looks like a small sombrero.
The figure behind his is a gorgeous woman in a blue bikini, mopping up the slime behind him.
The man says "So good to see you again!" He and Ezekiel exchange a quick look. "No?" says the man quietly. "Ha, I mean, welcome back! So nice of you to drop by! I can't wait to hear all about your voyage. You must tell me all about Twilos."
"Forgive my manners. Allow me to introduce myself- we hadn't met the first time you were here. I am Master Parsifal Meeks. What say we sit down over a bottle of Gorgan Cab and let the beautiful Melinda here whip up some sashimi."
KT, your spiderbot clicks and whirrs.
"Well hello there little fellow! Is this of your design?," he asks you Tut. "Wonderful! Come, let's talk, I can think of a modification or two you might find useful."
The Master and 'Melinda' head into the living quarters to the dining area, and wait for you to follow. Ezekiel grins. Bounce. Bounce.
...
While you're wondering what is going on and what to do, you see what looks like a small submarine moving about in the sea outside the glass walls! As you watch, you hear a bassline. The captain of the sub gets out of it while it's still moving and climbs on top and starts dancing!
Yeah man, dis is ya boy Mistah SUB man
The yellow sub rider man
The real king of slaps man
Y'all better act like you know who this is man
Yeah
Let me give you a 101 on how to ghost ride
Look, the seas know what just this is
Ghost ride the sub up and down the seas
The ghost busters, they the PCs
Always wanna pull a nigga over for his Gs
Not me, I get it in a scrapes
Wake on the shores lookin like a figure 8s
Sideshow, you know where I'm sailin
From the coast to the depths just in case you ain't knowin
Baby
A town politic
Hit the club late now trying to holla at a chick
Can't get in the club cause I'm in my damn sub
Hey little mama come and get a little rub
What you know about, gettin you a whip
Buy yourself a poncho and then your sub kicks
Ice up ya neck, ya hands and ya whip
Just up the parascope and stuntin with ya click
Chorus x2:
When you get a new sub
Uh huh uh huh
And you feelin like a chub
Okay okay
What you gonna do
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
GHOST RIDE IT
Ghost ride cha sub!
Yeah
Pull up hop out, all in one motion
Dancing on the sub while the sub still rollin
Shuntin, shinin, flamboostin
Parascope up like you drank the magic potion
Porthole open, feet out of it
Damn that captain high, he- yeah- out of it
Thizzin t' grettin, shit, and gridin
Ice in his mouth you know he big timin
Frigate, rowboat, submarine and dingy
Ghost ride em all and get that blingy
First time I ghost ride I was outta the crib
Dancin on the sub in a diaper and a bib
Ghost ride it, ghost ride it
Get outta the way, let casper drive
Ghost ride it, ghost ride it
Who that drivin? Patrick Swayze!
Chorus x2
Now stop, stop, stop, stop
Now go, go, go, go
Get outta the sub!
Let it roll, let it roll
Tap that rudder
Open up ya porthole
Now that's ghost ridin
Ya know, ya know!
It's not that hard, you can do it
Cha wanna go dumb, just lose it
Bay game, bay slang, it's a bay thang
Just so you know when you come to the Bay
Stunnas is glasses
Thins, torpedos
Rippas is ladies
Bibs is speedos
Hyphy is hyper
Our version of crunk
Thizzin is high
And perkin is drunk
Chorus x 2
Labels: ezekiel the demon, ghost ride it, master p, melinda
