Happy New Year...?

2010 came strolling along, I wonder what kind of surprises lurk behind the next corner...

A Short Story - Part 1

Lionel sighed at his incompetence. If his personality had been just a little more like Richard's, he'd probably have absolutely no doubt about doing what he had planned to do for such a long time already. But Richard - Richard, that dick! He could never have enough of girls, it seems. Just like drugs. Girls equal drugs.

Lionel's thoughts. He himself, a tall, 17 year old boy with an average appearance, didn't have faith. And all because of this one girl. Anybody who didn't know Lionel really well could not have guessed he was in love - and that not just slightly. That one girl - Sonja was her name - seemed perfectly flawless to him. Her face, her laugh, her eyes. And her hair, seemingly glowing in an orange-reddish color every time he moved his eyes towards her.
It wasn't like love at first sight, no - not at all, actually. She had been visiting Lionel's class for a good 6 years already, but earlier he had hardly noticed her. But things change. And so do times. Seems like her attraction built up on him over time.
It wouldn't have been a problem for Lionel. He started to get to know her better in the 8th grade. And it seemed she fancied him too. The only problem - and the biggest one of them - Richard. He came to their class in the beginning of the 9th grade and as already mentioned he was a womanizer. To make matters worse, he was also intelligent.
Lionel couldn't stand womanizers anyways, but when he overheard Richard flirting with Sonja, it drove him completely mad. And that was also the first time he noticed how much he actually cared for her.

Whatever gave him the feeling that Sonja liked Richard more than him and Richard fancied Sonja too, Lionel couldn't live with it. He had had many little fancies and crushes before, but really nothing interesting. This time he felt a clear difference. Maybe he experienced true love. Or maybe not. Usually 15 year old teens do get illusions about knowing about true love.
The more often Richard talked to Sonja, the less Lionel did. He kept feeling like a misfit whenever he was near her. It was at some point before winter break that he decided he had to tell her or he would die. But the next day it came completely different, as usual. Richard was flirting with Sonja when Lionel entered the class.

They were in the middle of Lionel's perspective. He didn't have the least time to hide them from his line of sight. And the picture of just that moment was burnt into Lionel's memory. How Sonja's laugh expanded while her shiny eyes surveyed Richard's face. How Richard was about to pet her face. Lionel could clearly feel an iron needle mercilessly stinging into his chest repeatedly and his heart started to beat way faster. Gravity seemed to pull him down more and more with every passing millisecond.
Lionel backed off and ran out of the building.
...what was happening to him? He couldn't understand... but couldn't stop running either. His feet and body seemed to take him somewhere by themselves.
Lionel didn't care. It all appeared meaningless to him. He wasn't very surprised when his legs came to a halt on a little bridge above a stream - the Stoober Bach... the water wasn't frozen, but it was cold enough to freeze a person to death...

I'm wondering

Any way out?

Or any way to dissolve my senseless anxiety into dust, upon which I'd be able to blow the dustpile away... freeing them of their own burden?

Number 49

Drivin' trough that hicktown in an old Chevy-Truck
Listening to the radio while hitting a duck
As the engine broke down and started smokin' hard
we got out and tried to fix it on an old man's yard
He told us 'bout the things happened down at 49
While telling us these stories he almost started cryin'
Tellin' us that the (<- oder The story about a) man who lived in the wood
Had killed several people down from the neighborhood

Bonfire stories
'bout a nasty crime
scary things happened down at number 49
Number 49
At number 49

The killer had transported them in an old rusty van
He had never shown any sorrow while killing them
He had painted his car red with the victims blood
And buried their bodies down in the forest's mud
He wasn't very old, he just married his bride
All these things stopped when he commited suicide
They found him hanging on a bulk, backyard in the barn
Left alone by his parents on their old hidden farm
In a dark basement corner they found his wife
too late, her body cut open with a knife
Even the bravest men lost their breath
She was lying in blood and tortured to death

There happened a big big crime
Down at number 49
Number 49
At number 49

All these things happened twenty years ago
Nobody remembers when it rained blood and snow
All these things happened twenty years ago
Nobody remembers when it rained blood and snow

There happened a big, big crime
Down at number 49
Number 49
At number 49

There happened a big big crime
Down at number 49
Number 49
At number 49

The engine breaks down...

He painted his car red with the victim's blood,
and buried the bodies in the forest's mud!

Bonfire stories - down at forty-nine!
Bonfire stories - and you can see the fire burnin' in his eyes!

"Minimalists" and "Climbing Up the Walls"

Level Name: Minimalists

Level Number: N/A

Number of Lemmings: 20

To be saved: 95% (19 Lemmings)

Release Rate: 01

Time limit: 1 minute

Difficulty: Hardcore (Rating: 4)

 

Light-hearted players will seek inner destruction...

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Level Name: Climbing Up the Walls

Level Number: N/A

Number of Lemmings: 50

To be saved: 96% (48 Lemmings)

Release Rate: 73

Time limit: 1 minute

Difficulty: Hardcore (Rating: 4)

POOR WEE CREATURES!

I feel left out

Nobody ever wants to talk to me more than to anybody else.

Bruji - Milena