Zander Pride Quotes
The Lost Guardian
Chapter One - Epidemic
“Aghhh,” Zander spat out, utterly exhausted, as he wearily hurtled himself down on the torn apart sofa. Sheer tiredness now suddenly a heavy burden like how the titan Atlas bears the weight of the world, he fainted, entirely oblivious to the ear-damaging horns and the chaotic mayhem just across the rubbish strewn street.
With uneven breaths, he painfully awoke 3 hours later, only to hear a drunk bloke shriek, at the top of his lungs, “Screw the Black-Rule Party!” Slowly recalling the outbreak which cost him an excruciating pain in the eye, he remembered about the 2264 US election where the corrupt BRP won the majority of the seats. Zander was racist, but anyone would support his opinion that the BRP …show more content…
should not have won the election. He and his fellow supremacist mates caused a mass demonstration in the neighbourhood causing unthinkable bloodshed. Blood visited whom it wished to see. Death flew to anyone it desired, ignoring all forms of mercy. Who was responsible for it? Yes, it was Zander, aged 28, a NASA astronaut and a former professional judo player.
Finally alert after the delay, the lazy FBI chief issued naïve agents to the ruined area, hoping against all odds to arrest whoever it was that caused such destruction in such a short time. Excited to be given a task, these agents sprinted outside and run around like a chicken with its head cut off.
On the other hand, Zander neither worried nor cared about the incident. A single, majestic tree in the emergent layer, he radiated an omnipotent aura that even the sharpest hail can’t scratch. The very air cowered in his presence, and the unwilling stars bowed and dimmed their luminous light. Additionally, not a single human has ever successfully taken a sample of his godly DNA, as the scanner just blankly displays, “Unexpected Error: Code 108 - Could not scan data, try again.” As a matter of fact, his instincts told him that nobody would ever catch him. Admittedly though, the almighty Zander did have one slight nuisance that tremendously troubled him; if the coworkers knew who was responsible, he would lose his reputation.
Chapter Two - The Call to the Other World
For like the first time, the rusty phone rung.
Zander, unfamiliar with the sensation of receiving a phone call, doubled back. Curiously, he approached the ringing instrument, and like a questioning time traveller from the Bronze Age, he gradually picked up the mysterious object from the distant future. On the other end was Professor Edward Moore, sagely enunciating each word as if mocking him, “Zander, do you want to go to Slopia on the new Demon SX-9 spaceship tomorrow?”
Having only been in NASA for two years, he quickly refused, “No, I’m way too new. Good day,” but deep down, he was shaking in fear like a wet dog at the idea of venturing into space.
“Okay then, just don’t forget that you can ask me anytime,” Professor Moore reminded.
“Good day.”
Remarkably, the wise Professor Moore thought he was a child, like the other coworkers. Indeed, an atom or perhaps a quark would inevitably perceive him as socially awkward and outdated. However, Zander thought, “Why is he treating me like that?” Like a bull in a traditional bullfight, he stormed to the local bar to… well, to get drunk.
Chapter Three - The Priceless …show more content…
Knife
A stereotypical bar, it housed several arrogant, rowdy hooligans and it seemed there was an ongoing argument about why dogs are better than cats or perhaps why waking up at 6:59 am is better than waking up at 7:00 am. Consequently, Zander, sick of the inane nonsense, immediately headed to the back of the bar, where a single man was nonchalantly sipping his beer, apparently unaware of his disorderly surroundings.
A lean, muscular man, he wore a silk hat as dark as a moonless night that evoked Zander of a typical magician. He easily loomed over the other men, and there was this look to him that reminded Zander of himself. Curious, he wandered over to his table and sensing his approach, the man, with legs of a teenager, sprung up and as if reading off of a script, he begun, “Hello, my name is Quinton. Will you listen to what I have to say?” Once he was certain that Zander had lost his guard, he added, “I know your name is Zander and I know your professor offered you a seat on the new Demon SX-9 bound for Slopia. I also know you caused the uproar and you wouldn’t want anyone to know.”
Impressed and shocked by this stranger’s knowledge, Zander hysterically panicked, “Wait what who told you.. how..”
“Listen, if you went on the spaceship, I will keep my mouth shut.”
“But that’s blackmail!” Zander exclaimed, with sweat slowly trickling from his neck.
“I want you to find my golden laser that I left on Slopia. Oh, by the way, there are hostile aliens on the planet.”
Meanwhile, Zander had a dilemma. Should he reveal himself? Although God forbid him to speak of his true identity, he didn’t like the sound of ‘hostile aliens’. After hesitating, he boldly stated, “I am Custos Terra, the Guardian of the Earth, one of the 4 Guardians that the God sent to help keep the 4 main planets in this universe civilised and habitable. I know, I may have caused wreckage by being Zander, but he is just one of my many disguises, and the demonstration was necessary to gain respect from my supremacist mates. ” He decided to leave out the rather embarrassing fact that Guardians have no special powers except their aura. At least that’s what he thought.
“I will give you Slopian food and 1 million dollars in return,” Quinton offered, without any change in tone in his voice.
This single statement deeply affected Zander, also known as Custos Terra. In particular, he showed no visible reaction to Zander’s insane explanation. Not only did he need the money to fix the global warming crisis, but also he was a starving lion when it came to Slopian food. Surrounded by a million problems, he ignored the downsides and simply stuck his hand out as if God was right in front of him, gifting him hope. As delighted as a sunflower at dawn, Quinton vigorously shook his hand whilst he uncovered the apple of his eye with his other hand. A sleek, silver Swiss Army Knife, the edges of the sword-like knives glinted under the dancing fires of the cosy fireplace. Adeptly polished beyond its limit, each blade could seamlessly slice steel. Although he had no interest in Swiss Army Knives, seeing this priceless beauty made him look like a drooling, pleased dog. Afterwards, Quinton proudly described the capabilities of his knife. Blades that serve as stink bombs. Smoke bombs. Razor-sharp daggers. A pair of scissors. A sickle. However, he strongly emphasised corkscrew the most above all others.
Chapter Four - Slopia, an Antonym for Utopia
The deafening roar of the engines soon silenced the fading cheers of the crowd, and the smoke obscured the antlike people. As Zander munched on the notoriously disgusting space food, he thought, “Weird,” being in a world with 0 gravity, where the crumbs of his bread ran away from him. As a Guardian of Earth, he never enjoyed being in space, much like how Poseidon fears the sky.
Not long ago, Captain Walter had announced that the spaceship will arrive in less than a minute. A second or so later, a colleague passed by, briefly slowing down to say, “Zander, you’re in charge of the spaceship, don’t let the aliens steal anything,” and he was off like a 5-year-old, eager to see the outside world. With Quinton’s carefully structured instructions replaying in his mind, he started trotting like a beginner skater, desperately trying to stand upright.
Find the ice spike that towers over everything. You will know which one it is when you see it. Now realising how utterly ridiculous this instruction was, he silently grumbled, “Well, ‘find’ is a nice word!”
His heart was a frosted ice and his limbs a burning fury. The bitterly cold wind slashed his face and his eyes drooped under the combined weight of snow and hail. Each second was as long as a whole minute, and each minute equal to an hour. Like a bee bite the cold stung, but Zander endured. Dragging his wet, heavy boots along, he trod, one step at a time, ignoring pain, ignoring tiredness, ignoring hopelessness.
At least, luck was on his side, for when he swore he could no longer move a muscle, Zander found himself gazing at a kingly ice spike that soared way above its siblings, just like how God overshadows his children.
Caught off guard by the staggering structure, he missed a sneaky alien positioning himself to backstab him. Just as the alien was about to strike, a single snowball whizzed past his ear at the speed of light and the target’s left eye popped out, causing his body to instantly collapse as if gravity suddenly increased by 1000%. Dumbfounded, Zander tried to figure out the owner of the painful beauty, but to no avail. Suddenly, an icy hand gripped his shoulder firmly from behind. Petrified, his adrenaline abruptly increased, and his echoing heartbeat could be heard by a person back on Earth. Dreading the moment, he slowly turned around and was greatly shocked when he saw his utmost
surprise.
Chapter Five - Inside the Lair
“Why, you forgot how I looked?” Custos Glacies chuckled when he saw his Earth counterpart’s reaction. Frankly, Zander had indeed forgotten what Glacies looked like. How he could forget his appearance he did not know, for he had several distinctive features such as icicles popping out of his skin, not to mention his deathly white figure. After a brief greeting, they immediately discussed their matters. With much gesture, Glacies explained how the aliens ravaged his former home, and his mission to eradicate them at this very spot, the Alien Witch’s lair.
Chapter One - Epidemic
“Aghhh,” Zander spat out, utterly exhausted, as he wearily hurtled himself down on the torn apart sofa. Sheer tiredness now suddenly a heavy burden like how the titan Atlas bears the weight of the world, he fainted, entirely oblivious to the ear-damaging horns and the chaotic mayhem just across the rubbish strewn street.
With uneven breaths, he painfully awoke 3 hours later, only to hear a drunk bloke shriek, at the top of his lungs, “Screw the Black-Rule Party!” Slowly recalling the outbreak which cost him an excruciating pain in the eye, he remembered about the 2264 US election where the corrupt BRP won the majority of the seats. Zander was racist, but anyone would support his opinion that the BRP …show more content…
should not have won the election. He and his fellow supremacist mates caused a mass demonstration in the neighbourhood causing unthinkable bloodshed. Blood visited whom it wished to see. Death flew to anyone it desired, ignoring all forms of mercy. Who was responsible for it? Yes, it was Zander, aged 28, a NASA astronaut and a former professional judo player.
Finally alert after the delay, the lazy FBI chief issued naïve agents to the ruined area, hoping against all odds to arrest whoever it was that caused such destruction in such a short time. Excited to be given a task, these agents sprinted outside and run around like a chicken with its head cut off.
On the other hand, Zander neither worried nor cared about the incident. A single, majestic tree in the emergent layer, he radiated an omnipotent aura that even the sharpest hail can’t scratch. The very air cowered in his presence, and the unwilling stars bowed and dimmed their luminous light. Additionally, not a single human has ever successfully taken a sample of his godly DNA, as the scanner just blankly displays, “Unexpected Error: Code 108 - Could not scan data, try again.” As a matter of fact, his instincts told him that nobody would ever catch him. Admittedly though, the almighty Zander did have one slight nuisance that tremendously troubled him; if the coworkers knew who was responsible, he would lose his reputation.
Chapter Two - The Call to the Other World
For like the first time, the rusty phone rung.
Zander, unfamiliar with the sensation of receiving a phone call, doubled back. Curiously, he approached the ringing instrument, and like a questioning time traveller from the Bronze Age, he gradually picked up the mysterious object from the distant future. On the other end was Professor Edward Moore, sagely enunciating each word as if mocking him, “Zander, do you want to go to Slopia on the new Demon SX-9 spaceship tomorrow?”
Having only been in NASA for two years, he quickly refused, “No, I’m way too new. Good day,” but deep down, he was shaking in fear like a wet dog at the idea of venturing into space.
“Okay then, just don’t forget that you can ask me anytime,” Professor Moore reminded.
“Good day.”
Remarkably, the wise Professor Moore thought he was a child, like the other coworkers. Indeed, an atom or perhaps a quark would inevitably perceive him as socially awkward and outdated. However, Zander thought, “Why is he treating me like that?” Like a bull in a traditional bullfight, he stormed to the local bar to… well, to get drunk.
Chapter Three - The Priceless …show more content…
Knife
A stereotypical bar, it housed several arrogant, rowdy hooligans and it seemed there was an ongoing argument about why dogs are better than cats or perhaps why waking up at 6:59 am is better than waking up at 7:00 am. Consequently, Zander, sick of the inane nonsense, immediately headed to the back of the bar, where a single man was nonchalantly sipping his beer, apparently unaware of his disorderly surroundings.
A lean, muscular man, he wore a silk hat as dark as a moonless night that evoked Zander of a typical magician. He easily loomed over the other men, and there was this look to him that reminded Zander of himself. Curious, he wandered over to his table and sensing his approach, the man, with legs of a teenager, sprung up and as if reading off of a script, he begun, “Hello, my name is Quinton. Will you listen to what I have to say?” Once he was certain that Zander had lost his guard, he added, “I know your name is Zander and I know your professor offered you a seat on the new Demon SX-9 bound for Slopia. I also know you caused the uproar and you wouldn’t want anyone to know.”
Impressed and shocked by this stranger’s knowledge, Zander hysterically panicked, “Wait what who told you.. how..”
“Listen, if you went on the spaceship, I will keep my mouth shut.”
“But that’s blackmail!” Zander exclaimed, with sweat slowly trickling from his neck.
“I want you to find my golden laser that I left on Slopia. Oh, by the way, there are hostile aliens on the planet.”
Meanwhile, Zander had a dilemma. Should he reveal himself? Although God forbid him to speak of his true identity, he didn’t like the sound of ‘hostile aliens’. After hesitating, he boldly stated, “I am Custos Terra, the Guardian of the Earth, one of the 4 Guardians that the God sent to help keep the 4 main planets in this universe civilised and habitable. I know, I may have caused wreckage by being Zander, but he is just one of my many disguises, and the demonstration was necessary to gain respect from my supremacist mates. ” He decided to leave out the rather embarrassing fact that Guardians have no special powers except their aura. At least that’s what he thought.
“I will give you Slopian food and 1 million dollars in return,” Quinton offered, without any change in tone in his voice.
This single statement deeply affected Zander, also known as Custos Terra. In particular, he showed no visible reaction to Zander’s insane explanation. Not only did he need the money to fix the global warming crisis, but also he was a starving lion when it came to Slopian food. Surrounded by a million problems, he ignored the downsides and simply stuck his hand out as if God was right in front of him, gifting him hope. As delighted as a sunflower at dawn, Quinton vigorously shook his hand whilst he uncovered the apple of his eye with his other hand. A sleek, silver Swiss Army Knife, the edges of the sword-like knives glinted under the dancing fires of the cosy fireplace. Adeptly polished beyond its limit, each blade could seamlessly slice steel. Although he had no interest in Swiss Army Knives, seeing this priceless beauty made him look like a drooling, pleased dog. Afterwards, Quinton proudly described the capabilities of his knife. Blades that serve as stink bombs. Smoke bombs. Razor-sharp daggers. A pair of scissors. A sickle. However, he strongly emphasised corkscrew the most above all others.
Chapter Four - Slopia, an Antonym for Utopia
The deafening roar of the engines soon silenced the fading cheers of the crowd, and the smoke obscured the antlike people. As Zander munched on the notoriously disgusting space food, he thought, “Weird,” being in a world with 0 gravity, where the crumbs of his bread ran away from him. As a Guardian of Earth, he never enjoyed being in space, much like how Poseidon fears the sky.
Not long ago, Captain Walter had announced that the spaceship will arrive in less than a minute. A second or so later, a colleague passed by, briefly slowing down to say, “Zander, you’re in charge of the spaceship, don’t let the aliens steal anything,” and he was off like a 5-year-old, eager to see the outside world. With Quinton’s carefully structured instructions replaying in his mind, he started trotting like a beginner skater, desperately trying to stand upright.
Find the ice spike that towers over everything. You will know which one it is when you see it. Now realising how utterly ridiculous this instruction was, he silently grumbled, “Well, ‘find’ is a nice word!”
His heart was a frosted ice and his limbs a burning fury. The bitterly cold wind slashed his face and his eyes drooped under the combined weight of snow and hail. Each second was as long as a whole minute, and each minute equal to an hour. Like a bee bite the cold stung, but Zander endured. Dragging his wet, heavy boots along, he trod, one step at a time, ignoring pain, ignoring tiredness, ignoring hopelessness.
At least, luck was on his side, for when he swore he could no longer move a muscle, Zander found himself gazing at a kingly ice spike that soared way above its siblings, just like how God overshadows his children.
Caught off guard by the staggering structure, he missed a sneaky alien positioning himself to backstab him. Just as the alien was about to strike, a single snowball whizzed past his ear at the speed of light and the target’s left eye popped out, causing his body to instantly collapse as if gravity suddenly increased by 1000%. Dumbfounded, Zander tried to figure out the owner of the painful beauty, but to no avail. Suddenly, an icy hand gripped his shoulder firmly from behind. Petrified, his adrenaline abruptly increased, and his echoing heartbeat could be heard by a person back on Earth. Dreading the moment, he slowly turned around and was greatly shocked when he saw his utmost
surprise.
Chapter Five - Inside the Lair
“Why, you forgot how I looked?” Custos Glacies chuckled when he saw his Earth counterpart’s reaction. Frankly, Zander had indeed forgotten what Glacies looked like. How he could forget his appearance he did not know, for he had several distinctive features such as icicles popping out of his skin, not to mention his deathly white figure. After a brief greeting, they immediately discussed their matters. With much gesture, Glacies explained how the aliens ravaged his former home, and his mission to eradicate them at this very spot, the Alien Witch’s lair.