15th January, 2007, 11.57pm. On a strangely cold summers evening I floated above the Port Hills over looking the entire city. However I could not see much ahead of me, this night was an extremely stormy one. Wind rushed passed me at an incredible velocity, splattering rain which drenched my entire body. As the temperature plummeted my body began to shake, or perhaps it was just fear. I dove my hand into my buttoned pocket and grabbed my phone to reveal the time which stood at one minute to twelve. I began to shake uncontrollably, I couldn’t hold the anticipation anymore… It had been so long; what I was waiting for. I felt compelled to be here but I felt slightly uncomfortable and annoyed; why here? Suddenly a beep went off in my phone, informing the time had just reached 12 o’clock. Without warning my blood began to boil and heart began to race, my tremor was gone leaving in it’s place a fiery, hot body (pun completely intended!*) Now was the moment of truth! As the fast flowing rain turned into drizzle I realised then and there that the waiting was over, from a distance behind me another presence was flying right towards me. In mid air I partly turned my body towards it to welcome the newcomer. The blurred figure became more clear, I took a deep breath and was prepared to meet my rival. Finally it stopped, starring me down with strong, ruthless yet so familiar eyes. It had been so long. “Hello Michael…” I spoke softly.

Mike remained still in the air and continued to stare me down, I couldn’t feel more uncomfortable to see an old friend.
“Hey, man it has been a while ay?” he said casually, as if he had forgotten that the last few years had existed.
“You’ve got that right!” I smiled weakly back at him, I hated making awkward small talk. As I portrayed his body (pause, and there’s a lot more to come*) it seemed he looked stronger and more muscular than he did before, he takes training very seriously.
Mike returned the smile and bowed his head, it seemed I wasn’t the only one who felt uncomfortable.
“Talk about summer weather!” Mike said sarcastically as he looked around at the stormy night, but I decided it was time to change the subject, I know Mike hadn’t contacted me to talk about the weather.
“Why have you summoned me?” I asked sternly. Mike stopped smiling and put on a straight face.
“I’m here to warn you about Le Plattypus, it’s changed… A lot!”
“This is no real news to me” I commented back to him, “I’m fully aware of it’s transformation!”
“I don’t think you fully appreciate the situation were placed in!” Mike snapped, “It’s became stronger than ever…”
The all too uncomfortable silence followed. How would he know it’s stronger?
“I crossed paths with it about a month ago, the monster had became this two legged, duck billed warrior! I fought it, but I was not prepared for the brute force it unleashed. Somehow I survived and escaped death but it’s still out there stronger and smarter than ever…” Mike said desperately.
As I looked into his eyes I saw the fear that seemed to submerge him, if only for a moment. In the time I’ve known him I haven’t seen him this worried about anything but I had no time for sympathy.
“Your concern is noted, is there anything else?” I said basking in my new confidence.
Mike looked shocked by my reply, but quickly transformed to his usual angry self.
“This is no time for you to be taking notes! We need to take action right now!” Mike snapped personally, he knew I was the one who would wait till the time was right before acting.
“I have a few plans” I argued back, “but none that concern you, so please don’t question my motive!”
“So typical of you, wait for the right time whilst those around you die…” Mike remarked harshly.
That was it for me; enough was enough! I hated the fact he would make it seem like my responsibility that people are dying. I did my best dammit!
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13th December, 2006, 1.13pm. Kreia was calmly and curiously sitting in front of a confused Leilana in Hagley Park, Christchurch. During which she was part meditating whilst Henry and Liz trained in the background. Legs crossed with her the hood of her robes still masking her eyes she blankly starred down Lei who felt more confused by the second. Training was always peculiar since Kreia arrived on the scene, but more so now than ever. She was strict and in command, nothing would get in her way.
“You seem tense?!” Kreia spoke after what seemed ages, Lei was partly startled.
“Um… No not at all!” she said with a cheerfully forced smile. Kreia put on a twisted frown.
“Don’t lie, I know when one lies to me. I’ve seen too much of it in a lifetime believe me… Why are you disturbed child?”
‘She speaks like an old woman’ Lei thought to herself, but that was always Kreia’s mannerism; speaking with the wisdom of 100 years even though she’s only in her 20s, arrogant and cynical, superstitious and rebellious. Even her tone in her words felt distorted, as if she has never felt joy!
“Really? Well perhaps it’s just the fact that we’re placed under a constant strain of terror that seems to go on and on.’
“I suppose your referring to Le Plattypus? I can assure you that even though it is a strong warrior within the game the true enemy has yet to reveal itself! I am sure that this battle of good and evil will not stop till the blood of the king has fallen …”
Lei pondered on this; “And who do you think the king is?”
“Who knows… Perhaps he is one of many Kings and Queens that puppet this ever growing war?! Remember that any one person can commit a deed of good or evil, to why it was done depends on the person who sparked the motive! We all feed off one another, but usually only by selfish demand, which is why I do not trust anybody!”
“Do you trust us?” Lei responded.
Kreia was silent for a moment.
“You have shown no reason to why I cannot depend on you all, and your talents will come in useful. I have foreseen it! So for now yes, I do!”

Kreia raised her head to watch Liz and Henry sparring in the background, even though it seemed impossible with her eyes constantly covered by the hood of her long, brown robes. Lei certainly did notice.
“I’ve been meaning to ask… What’s with your hood always covering your eyes? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with the hood down!”
Kreia turned to face her immediately; “After many years of perceiving the world entirely through the force I have found no reason to continue relying on my sight, I have considered my eyes useless!”
“Oh… Sorry for asking, just curious that’s all.” Lei said innocently, Kreia seemed unaffected by the question.
“Well I suppose you have a right to be curious, but as for me I have been very interested in your partner: Henry!” she said turning around to face him, “Is there a reason to why the fool feels the need to add a pun or an anecdote at the end of each sentence?”
Lei laughed; “It’s a long story, he’s even thinking of them as we speak!”
Lei continued to laugh harder, as if she just heard the pun that was racing through Henry’s head. Kreia wasn’t only not amused by Lei’s statement but also startled by her new discovery. Kreia immediately gave Lei a look of concern.
“You can read his mind all the way from here?” She spoke with curiosity and concern.
“Oh… Um yeah… I tend not to do it most of the time, it’s a little invasive but if I concentrate hard enough then yep, sure can!” She smiled innocently. Kreia didn’t however, in fact the more Lei thought about it the more she realised Kreia never did smile much anyway.
A long silence daunted on the pair, Lei thought she was in trouble by the expression on Kreia’s face. It seemed like forever untill she finally replied.
“How far can you stretch your telepathy?”
“Not sure?!” Lei replied “Have

15th November, 2006, 8.22pm. On a crisp night at a huge concert in Central Park, New York a public outdoor concert was under way. As many as 100,000 screaming fans (mainly teeny boppers*) huddled around the, in comparison, a tiny stage as the newly formed Chemical East Side Boyz were placing down there guitars and other weapons of choice to make a public service announcement. In the last 3 months the band had done very well for themselves. In mere seconds of their formation of ‘Chemical East Side Boyz’ they were given multi-million doller contracts, a 2 month music tour of the United States, a brand new music video that went world wide and their own bus. The power of the media & imagery was very strong. The band/group had changed slightly since their first encounter. Instead of rocking in their stereotypical colours and jewelry they instead wore a hybrid from each genre. A delightful mix of pumping gansta clothes fused with the blank expression of black commonly used by Goths and Emos. The fans of coarse were also quick to follow suit.

The band looked down on the screaming fans which shone brightly by flood lights. Gerard placed his hands in the air to gesture ‘silence’ so he could speak. Around the front of the stage stood many bouncers and body guards, all placed under command of controlling as much of the safety and security as possible. Gerard looked down on the mosh pit of black shirts, bandana’s and hats, took the mic with one hand and began to speak…
“Thank you all for your support!” he said modestly, the fans were still bellowing with desire. After a few seconds of applause he spoke again-
“We are here today to talk about freedom and peace… And it begins with all of you!”
The applause began to soften so they could hear what Gerard had to say.
“As you all know these are hard times; times of war, poverty and injustice. We all have someone to blame… perhaps your parents? Your teacher? The government? Who knows? Or perhaps the most evil of all… Le Plattypus!”
The fans quickly stop cheering and booed loudly in agreement with the band.
“I know, I know-” Gerard continued “It does seem this amphibious life form is the culprit behind all our suffering… Or perhaps… It is the result of ours?!”
Suddenly every single person in the audience stopped booing and stood dumbstruck. An absolute silence fell over the amped up teenagers. You could of heard a pin drop. My Chemical Eastside Boyz would have to recoup themselves fast to save this one.
“Think about it… We as humans are not perfect; we’ve started wars over nothing, caused genocide, stepped over people to get what we want… And now we have a chance to make right!”
The audience remained silent.
“Is Le Plattypus as evil as we make it out to be? Or simply a product of our own evil? Perhaps Le Plattypus is no different from any of us, just misunderstood?! And their are those out there set to destroy this beautiful creation of man. Well not anymore! It is time to make a stand! Join me and the Chemical East Side Boyz as we stand against those who wish to fight us and our rights as people! Let us save Le Plattypus!”
The crowd stood baffled and bewildered, never had they heard such a request before; to save a life form that threatens all mankind. The majority of people in the crowd were trying to get their heads around what just happened. Finally and unexpectedly the crowd erupted in a frenzy of applause and screams. It seemed ‘Being Cool and In’ had won the day.

So who was behind this masterfully diabolical plan?! Grean Peace? United Nations? The Chemical East Side Boyz? (lol*) Nope! Turns out the culprit was indeed the United States government and of coarse the American Market (aka Uncle Sam.*) Ever since Le Plattypus first made it’s appearance the United Nations funded billions of dollars into the military to fight the evil life form to no avail. They had used only the most dispensable soldier’s and state