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Kaga's Tale
By Syrstal Indux

 


Salem.? Damn place.? Home for always, wet for longer.? It's raining again outside there, that wonderful Oregon Liquid Sunshine (TM).? But, as I said, it's home.? I was born there, raised there, and probably will make my way back like a freakin' salmon to die there, too.

Oh.? I guess I should tell you who I am at some point.? My name... Well, these days I go by Kaga Reioyama because it's easier than trying to explain myself again and again.? Explanations usually just end up as pain for me, which is something I don't like.? Pain hurts me.? Anyway, what I USED to be called I'd rather not say.? Let's go by Syrstal.? Syrstal Indux.? Wish I was anything like him... ah well...

I guess since I'm supposed to be telling the story of my life as Kaga I should start back where it begins.? Before I do, though, has anyone heard of the software company named "Eniru"?? No?? Damn.? I was hoping to find them and do some serious bodily harm in their general vicinity.? For what would probably continue for a long time.

It begins on a very rainy Friday afternoon.? Too rainy.? I almost always went to the SAAS meetings to game with friends outside the theater, of course... I think I saw maybe three shows during the entire time it was operational.? Ah well...? Anyway, I didn't go this Friday because frankly the rain was worse than usual.? Instead of it becoming damper on the ground in a very fast fashion (which is the normal weather condition in the Great Northwest), it appeared that the ocean was trying to reclaim the land via air drop.? Vast sheets of water, just pouring from the sky, stopped me from having any desire to go out of my house to wait for the bus a half-mile away.? So I sat inside, and wished I had gone instead.

After about an hour had passed since I missed the bus that would have taken me there on time, I decided that I just had to do something.? Anything.? I made a mistake.? I exited my room.

"Anyone get the mail?!"

When your parents have no more of a life than you do, it's a good idea to get one quickly.? I learned this too late.? By "anyone", my mother meant me.? Figures.

"Yeah, I'm goin' to get it right now!" I hollered back, cursing myself inwardly for not letting someone else (I have no idea who) answer instead. I went back into my room, slapped on some shoes, and swam out to the mailbox.? Inside was the typical.? White blurs that were probably extremely damp letters (or more likely bills) and certainly not for me.

Sticking my head inside the mailbox so I could take a deep breath without drowning in the vertical river, I gathered my strength and sprinted up the driveway and inside, where my father had a towel and an amused expression. I gave him a small glare but I was grateful for the chance to dry myself. He just asked if I'd rather have a squeegee.? I almost said yes.

I dropped the sopping paper on the kitchen table and started to stalk back to my room, when I realized I'd heard a more solid thump from one envelope than I'd expected.? Something (I like to think of it as God pissing on me) made me bend over and pick it up where it'd fallen onto the floor.? It was a larger package than the rest, and I could just make out the remnants of my name on it.? Huh.? I got mail.? I squirreled it away to my room - right...past...the...garbage...can...? Damn, I should've just chucked it then.? I figured it was another AOHell disk and almost threw it away anyway.?? Alas, hindsight is usually 20-20.

*beep*

"hello world"

"Hello world?"? What kind of a lame ass program was that?? The damn CD said it was a fantastic new game although the name had washed off in the Great Flood that is Oregon.? Honestly, it took over half an hour to get the thing installed (during which time I took what was to turn out to be my very last pleasant shower) and now all it did was... Well, as I was sitting there, cussing at the computer screen, I realized that something wasn't quite right.? First, the letters were fading.? My first thought was "Virus!? Shit!" then my second was "Someone should close that window that must be open...directly...under...me?"

Then I looked down.

When I came to, I was dangling hundreds of feet in the air suspended only by the extremely uncomfortable remains of my computer monitor.? I gasped. And slid off it.

Sometime later, I was awakened by what I shall hereafter refer to as The Smell.

 

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