Dear Noobcake by Xialburg (Updates Every Other Weekend)

[Al the Dalek]

A fan club has already been created and is dead I believe. Contact the staff before creating a club. Discuss further in private messages or something please.

[catplushie]

I...Just...read...the whole thing.... I WANTS MOAR!!!!!!! Sorry...

If the world ended what would be left would be cockroaches, twinkies, and Gothie.
And he would be king of the cockroaches and they would do his bidding and make him a castle made of twinkies.
...I want a house made of twinkies...so bad. It hurts, deep down in my soul.
Maybe I should train cockroaches to bring me food. Then again there is the fact THEY ARE FREAKING BUGS MADE OF PURE VERMIN FILTH.
EW.

Ha ha!

[Al the Dalek]

Do not worry, my rabid, rabid fans. You may think I was a noodle and I once again forgot to update, but not so! You see, Noobcake's 2-year anniversary is coming up on Wednesday, which means that you get an extra special and hopefully long entry. What it will be, that's for me to know and you to find out!

[brambletalon98]

* GASPS * thats great! cant wait for the anniversary!.

[Darkdreamer]

Nuuuuuuuuuuuu! You tease us -.- I was like New Noobcake! *almost breaks iPod* then is just a random blob of info -.- boo.


Now, in regards to this rando blob of info: yay yay yay *jumps around like 8 year old girl with tickets to meet *insert teen male celbrety* xD

[Al the Dalek]

You would not believe how agonizing this was to write this all out on my iPod, but I cannot currently access my laptop. Rabid fans, I do hope you enjoy this interruption of your regular programming, something I call Inderr's Lament.


Dear Clamshell,
 
Well, it seems as if it is just you and me again. If you had eyes, I would not bother explaining, but since you do not, I suppose I shall have to clarify for your benefit.
Nidhogg’s gone again, the pest. I swear, he just comes and goes like the wind and he says that he is forever.
Somehow, I doubt the grammar of that, but Nidhogg never was good at grammar. The dratted wolf/snake/beast/whatever isn’t good at anything except being a pest.
I suppose I can thank him for one thing, you. You wouldn’t exist without him. I know, I know, the mere notion that your existence began with that twerp is more than you can bear, I know. I mean, I talked a lot to inanimate objects during my exile, if talked is the right word, but never like this. Mostly it was just to pass the time and keep myself from going insane.
What do you mean, my exile? Did I forget…ah. Well, that would explain it.
Yes, I know. No, I do not want to talk about it. I’ve relived it far too many times in my dream to go through it again.
Yes, I know what Nidhogg said, and I am not going to go along with it. The dratted creature is just as troubled as I am. Why should I take advice from someone that can’t solve his own problems?
Fine, if you keep pressing me, I’ll tell you. Will you stop harassing me if I do?
Settle down for storytime, I suppose…
 
It was years ago. Don’t ask me to count them, because I have lost track of how many years passed during my exile. My memory is as fresh as always, during that terrible week…
It started out innocently enough. I have a job as a transport pilot for a laboratory, and the schedule that came with my job is erratic to say the least. A consolation was that the pay was good. I was never told what my cargo was, told never to open said cargo, and that I was never ever allowed to deviate from the courses plotted for me.
If only I was not such a coward.
My family had been planning out a very extravagant vacation for a great deal of time. My two sons were over the moon about it, especially since they were going to be flying, with me in the pilot seat.
Then the call came.
I was unfamiliar with the number, which meant it was from work. For some reason they switched numbers as quickly as they did clothes. I asked my wife about this, as she works there, but she said she didn’t know anything about it.
She’s only the secretary, so I didn’t really expect her to, she just does what she’s told. Like me.
How alike we are…were.
“Who is it?” she called up the stairs. Purna was throwing a fit, clinging to her leg. I heard something about bringing his toys on vacation. I had no objection to that, unless he wanted to bring the ones that made noise. Those could burn in the very depths of a volcano, but even that might not be strong enough.
“Work,” I replied, sadly. They were calling me up for only reason: an urgent job, just as it always was, that could not be turned down. “I need to transport some things and it’s the same date as the vacation.”
Her face, which had been bright despite having to deal with the terrors we call puppies, fell. "Oh," she said simply.
Purna managed to calm down just enough to register what was being said at that moment. Unfortunately, what we were discussing only agitated him further, so we shooed him away.
Alleria came up the stairs, worry in her mismatched eyes. "Do you think that you could drop the...things off on the way?"
I remember laughing at that point. "This isn't dropping off the kids at the daycare on the way to shopping, Leri! This is flying secret cargo to who-know's-where!"
Alleria smiled faintly, watching me retreat fully to the top of the stairs in order to hang up the phone. She spoke up right as the phone clicked back into place. "Please, just...ask. It's Xialburg's birthday in two days, and it would mean a lot to him."
I should have said no. 'Let him wait' I should have said. Anything would have been better than what I said.
"I'll ask, Leri."
To my surprise, my request was granted. However, the young female wolf on the other end told me there would be some things that would have to be adjusted to make sure everything went according to our travel wishes.
One: We couldn't bring too much baggage, and only one bag was allowed per wolf. Usually this would worry me, but my wife is...I mean was the master packer. She could fit anything into any possible space, a gift that has proved useful on many a camping trip.
Two: The labs would provide their own wolf to serve as my copilot. I usually fly solo because of the uncomplicated controls of the model of my plane, but the copilot would not only help during the flight but fly the plane back once we had arrived to our vacation spot.
These seemed no trouble to me, and so the family was packed up and ready to go in two days.
I do not know whose idea it was to give my already rambunctious son birthday cake, but I feel the regret still to this day. Well, perhaps it was not as severe as I am implying, but you have to admit a five-year-old pup hyped up on sugar is not something to be forgotten easily.
I had to tell Xialburg to put his seat belt on, to stop rolling down the windows, to stop kicking the back of Alleria's seat, and to stop terrorizing his little brother at least thirty times on the car ride to the plane. All of us, excluding Xialburg himself, were all mentally exhausted by the time we got to the plane.
I started feeling misgivings the moment I met the wolf who was to be my copilot. She looked very young, at least high school age, and looked a little distracted. I kept asking her questions to make sure she wasn't truly distracted, but she would answer them almost before I got halfway through my sentence.
"Yes, I am young, sir. The name is Xanri, sir. I took advanced testing as a child, I assure you, I am quite competent. Yes, I know where we are going. Inderr sir, please, can we stop with the questions?"
The funny thing is...I don't ever recall telling her my name. I suppose I must have and merely had forgotten over the long spanse of time since it happened, but I don't know...
In any case, I had to admit her onto the plane, since she had a license and a signed form from the labs that said she was to be the copilot.
I made sure everyone was situated, then went to the front of the plane, sat in my chair to begin procedures, and flashed the BUCKLE UP sign.
I could hear faint giggling at that, probably from Xialburg.
We flew in silence for a great deal of time. Eventually, Xanri broke the ice and began making small talk, and I decided to be polite and make some in turn, keeping a careful eye on my instruments and data readings.
Why couldn't they have spelled danger? Why couldn't they have ordered us to turn back?
At one point, the conversation took an odd turn, started by us speculating what it could be that was being transported. Well, I speculated. Something in her eye told me that Xanri had a very good idea what was riding in the belly of the plane.
"I suppose it is just science stuff," I said, shrugging. Xanri rolled her bright eyes.
"Come now, sir! This is top secret materials we are transporting and you just say science stuff?"
I shouldn't have answered. Why couldn't I just have kept my mouth shut?
"Oh, I don't know," I joked. "Maybe it is a bunch of scientists riding around in little cryo tubes so they can live forever."
Xanri didn't seem to understand that I was joking. Rather than being amused, she looked startled. "They can do that sir?"
"Well, sure," I replied with yet another shrug. How clueless I was those days. "Well, the technology is in the works still, but they say they could definitely make them."
Xanri finally laughed then, but there was an odd quality to it that I couldn't quite identify.
Silence once more. We were about halfway to our destination, riding along the coast, when things went downhill.
I was surrounded by clicks, beeps, and the roar of the plane. Everything was muffled by noise cancellation headphones. Yet somehow, the only thing I heard was the click click of a gun being cocked.
"No need to panic," Xanri's voice growled. I dared not move. It was all I could do not to raise my paws in surrender as I she pressed a gun to my cheek. "This is just to guarantee your cooperation."
"What do you want?" I whispered. All I could think of was my family, blissful and oblivious to what was happening up here. I prayed that by some miracle things would turn out alright.
"We're going to take a little trip," Xanri replied pleasantly. It was as if we were still making small talk. "It won't take long. Just do as I ask and everything will turn out your way."
It was a bit of an embarrassment, being held at gunpoint by someone like Xanri, but I couldn't take my chances. I was at point blank range, and I couldn't risk bring shot.
Xanri ordered an almost 90 degree turn of the plane, which is quite a lot for such a large craft. I tried to make the turn gradual enough so my family would not notice and it seemed to succeed. Alleria had come in a short while ago to tell me she and the pups were going to try and get some rest, so I'm guessing they were still napping at that point.
The plane quickly left behind solid ground beneath it, since my GPS said we were flying over an ocean. If they had been awake and hadn't noticed before, my family certainly would have noticed then.
After a short time a good distance had been traveled, and Xanri ordered multiple switch backs and turns to the point my GPS was starting to get confused. After this amount of time she reached into a compartment, drawing out some rope. She began tying me to the plane's controls. At this point I began to panic, but the gun quickly erased all my hopes of escape.
The plane began to go down in a sharp descent. Quite calmly, yet quickly, Xanri removed herself from the seat and gave me a mocking salute.
"I am not a pilot. I am an experiment at the very labs you work for. Irony is that I signed up willingly, and here I am, making an escape. You are housing some seriously dangerous experiments on this plane, and now they can finally be put out of their misery in the depths of the sea. I am going to see if your talk of immortality in cryo tubes is true. Au revoir, Inderr."
She left the piloting area, no doubt to grab a parachute and escape.
I struggled against my bonds, gnawing the rope to try and break free. I finally managed to do so, and I fumbled by way out of my straps and sprinted for the main part of the plane. It was dangerous, but I had heard no sounds of panicking, which meant everyone was still asleep. We had been at cruising levels, safe to remove seatbelts at, so if we crashed...There was no way to recover from the dive...it would have been their sure deaths.
To my relief, Purna and Alleria were still buckled, snoozing as if there was no danger at all. Xialburg, the little pill, was not.
I gave a shout, shocking them into waking, but they were not fast enough to become alert. Xialburg's bright red eyes were bewildered as I rushed for him, scooping him into a bear hug just as we made impact with the waves.
It was a miracle the whole thing didn't explode. Even so, the shock was immense, flinging Xialburg and me forward. I tried to protect him as best he could, but he did not escape unscathed. I hit the side of the plane hard, the breath knocked out of me, but so determined was I that I kept going regardless.
I picked the now hysterically wailing Xialburg up, who was now sporting a vicious gash across his face and eye. Gasping, I tried to work out what to do.
There was only one thing to do actually: get out. The momentum from the plane's dive meant that we would quickly be out of sight of the surface, so we had to move fast. The seats, which doubled as flotation devices, were readied by Alleria while I retrieved the oxygen masks. They weren't exactly scuba gear or even really airtight, but anything was better than nothing.
The pressure from the water pressing down from all sides made it almost impossible to get any escape routes open, but somehow we managed. Alleria took Purna, while I swept Xialburg back into my arms and fought to get to the surface.
It was over before we began. We were miles away from the surface and even with my powerful wings I began to falter. We all began to drown.
"Oh noooo, this doesn't look good!" Despite the fact I was starting to drown and trying not to think about anyone else, I couldn't helpt but pay attention to the startlingly clear voice in my ear. I turned my head slowly, and found myself nose to nose with a shark.
I couldn't even cry out. I just tried to focus on getting as far away from the shark as possible while still getting to the surface.
"How rude!" the shark snapped, and yes, I said the shark. "All you can think of is breathing and getting to safety. There's always time for that."
"If you're friendly, save them!" I snapped in return. I don't know how it heard me, but it did.
"I can't do it alone," the shark replied, easily keeping up with me wih barely a swish of its tail. "Will you give your life in return for their safety?"
Xialburg had lost consciousness. How terrible it felt, to having to deal with the fact my own son was dying in my arms.
"Yes."
At once, I could breathe. There was no need for the mask. "You have the strength to save them," the shark said. "But not the adult female. I will see to her return to the surface."
My wife and Purna were, at that moment, drifting slowly down, their flotation device having slipped from Alleria's grasp. I powerfully swam my way towards them, lifting Purna up. I tried to drag Alleria up too, but the shark was right. I could not lift her up with me.
I don't know how we managed to get up in time, but we did. An emergency raft was stored in the box for emergencies now bobbing at the surface, and I deployed it, thrusting my unconscious sons into it. After a minute I began to gasp, like a fish out of water, and I dived back underneath the waves.
"What is going on?!" I demanded of the shark, who now did not have Alleria, obviously having gotten her to safety. At least, I hope so.
"Your life is gone," answered the shark. "You are now of the sea. You will stay there for ten years, but still you must look the same as you do now."
I looked down at my paws to try and see what it was talking about, and gasped as I saw what it meant. My fur was slowly turning blue, webs growing between the toes of my paws.
I had to accept what the shark said, of course. One consolation was that I was allowed to return to the surface after ten long years. The shark was never too far away, always eager to help. I got the impression to call him Nidhogg, which seemed to amuse him. Apparently everyone seemed to name him that.
I traveled the sea floor far and wide, but tried to keep close to where the plane had crashed. When I went to see what might be the secret experiments Xanri was talking about, I found two very strange wolves locked in transparent containers that looked almost like coffins. They didn't seem to need air, and though they had the frames of adolescents, they cried out to me with the voices of small pups. Nidhogg helped me bring them to the surface. The wolf statue was hardest to bring up, and I fear I may have jostled her leg to the breaking point as I did so. Nidhogg left for weeks in between each rescue, apparently getting them to land.

And that's where we get to present day, Clamshell. I got back to dry land, but my voice has disappeared and I look like a freak. Nidhogg still hangs around, slithering around as a massive snake mostly. On some occasions, he reverts to what must be his original form, the wolf that I now know.
I was captured by butterfly wolves when I spotted one. I don't mind, really, other than the fact I still do not know where my family is and if they are still alive.
Oh, Nidhogg is back. Let me speak with him...
He says two young wolves have been captured and they have come to live with us. I plan not to interact with them.
According to Nidhogg, he has apparently been rechristened Nidhogg by one called Gothie, who has not named his friend unless Wingman is his name...

Does anyone else want to drop kick our little psychic friend off a cliff? Anyway. Happy Birthday, Noobcake!

[Mavric]

I love this great job

[Darkdreamer]

*rage face* drop kicking is to kind *snarls* oh wait! *trot to interveiw her yet agian*

[brambletalon98]

Oh wow, that was epic x3

[catplushie]

*gasp*!evil xanri!! But xialburg might get to meet his daddy... hmmmmmmmmm. And, they all have quite interesting names X3
I made my own pet diary too!! Its called 'dear journal thing,'.