For funsies, I decided to write my english essay over the holidays based on the AA. I finished in about an hour, and decided I'd show it off to you lovely people. So, here it is:
The Avatar Adventures
(English Coursework, Sam Gladwin (Year 10)
"Bwaaahahohgodnonotmyface!" Ram yelled, awakening with a start. He'd had a terrible dream in which an army of zombies had killed and eaten him and all his friends, and he was thankful for the mercy of being able to wake up.
"What an odd dream..." Ram muttered to himself. He'd dreamt about hordes of ravenous zombies before, but never in such detail... It was probably best not to dwell on it. After all, it was only a dream...
It was mostly a normal day from there on out for Ram. He brushed his teeth, said a quick prayer to Thor and set off to the park, where he bumped into his friends Phil, Zmo and Death. "Salutations, good chum!" Death called out when he saw Ram. Contrary to what his name might suggest, Death was quite a nice guy. He was a relatively skinny fifteen-year-old with dark hair, into which he'd dyed white streaks. He'd earned the nickname "Death" from his father, a death-metal enthusiast without much penchant for raising children. His fragile, introversive appearance contrasted greatly with Zmo, who was wearing a bright pink shirt and floral shorts, despite the stereotypically awful english weather.
Phil, the fourth member of the group, looked just as dissimilar to the other two as they did to each other. He had dark skin and short hair, and was wearing a grey hoodie. While he looked like the sort of person old ladies crossed the street to avoid, he was actually extremely kind and helpful, if somewhat quick to anger.
"Hi there, all!" Ram called to his comrades. A more different-looking group of friends one could not imagine. Ram had bright yellow hair sticking straight up from the top of his head, and was wearing a white fleece and gloves. Comparatively he was the most sensibly-dressed member of the group, but the fleece did nothing for his appearance. "How's it going?"
"Great! Just great! We're all great, aren't we, gang?" Zmo asked, grinning scarily, as if he were daring the others to disagree.
"You look troubled; what's up?" Death asked. He was the academic one of the group, to the extent that you could almost hear the semi-colon in his statement.
"Aah, it's not much, I just had this weird dream... Right, see-"
"You're kidding! I had a weird dream too!" Zmo yelled, springing to his feet as if this were the most incredible thing that had ever happened to him. "There were all these zombies-"
"-And they were swarming into the building we were in-" Death cut in, a surprised look on his face.
"-And-" Phil started.
"-They pulled down all the walls, and nothing we did could damage them-" Zmo interrupted, causing Phil a degree of infuriation.
"-And then they started eating us!" Ram concluded. "Wow, that's weird!" He was about to suggest what this might represent, when suddenly the four youngsters heard an ominous rumbling in the distance.
"That sounds oddly familiar..." Phil muttered.
"I'm scared, Philly-poo! Hold me!" Zmo cried, and sprung into Phil's arms. Phil promptly dropped him on the ground, kicked him and dragged him back onto his feet again, an action as well-rehearsed as a Shakespearian sonnet. Before Phil could warn Zmo exactly what would happen to him if he did it for a thirtieth time, however, the first undead abomination shambled into sight down the street.
Without saying a word, our heroes sprung into action. Death reached into his pockets, pulled out two revolvers and shot the zombie thrice: Once in each leg and once through the head. The zombie didn't even break its stride and kept on crawling towards the gang. Phil clapped his hands together and a pair of majestic wings appeared on his back. A ball of pure light formed in his hand, and he pointed it at the zombie. "DIVINE JUDGEMENT!" he yelled, and the ball flew at the zombie, eradicating it totally. But that was far from the end. A whole army of zombies limped into view, moving slowly together as an individual body. Ram pulled back his hair to reveal a pair of goat horns on his head, and he charged at the swarm of undead. A stream of electricity charged in his horns, and when they pierced the chest of the first zombie, it vaporized in a flash of light.
Zmo was hanging back idly, not doing much to help. "Zmo, you lazy pig! At least try and make it look like you're making some effort to prevent our zombie-induced deaths!" Ram yelled at his fluorescently-dressed friend.
"Meh, later." Zmo shrugged. "You guys seem to be doing pretty well on your own, so..." A zombie snuck up behind him, and he spun around, grabbed it by the head and wrenched it off, before booting it into the crowd of pestilent scum. "There. My work is done." He jumped over the heads of the swarm and landed in a tree, where he lay in a sleeping position.
"What a shining example for demi-gods everywhere..." Death muttered. He shot a zombie through the brain, then shot another zombie, then another. "Wow, this is pretty tedious..." He dropped his now-empty guns back in his pockets and kicked a hole in the nearest zombie's chest. "Oh, damn it..." He muttered, hopping on one foot while trying to wrench his other free. So distracted was he with the freeing of his trapped foot he neglected to take note of his surroundings, leaving one of the mindless creatures an easy opportunity to claw a deep gash in Death's back.
"Ouch." Death collapsed on the ground, bleeding profusely. The zombies took his inability to move as an opportunity to start snacking on his tender body, which was the biggest mistake of their parasitic lives. The apparently fatal wound in Death's back started to close itself up, and the copious amounts of blood on the ground vanished into the air. He stood up on his hands and rapidly spun around, kicking each of the zombies into small pieces. He sprung to his feet and ended up backed against a wall next to Ram and Phil. The three turned to each other and grinned. As I mentioned earlier, it was a mostly normal day for Ram, the avatar of Zeus.
Goddamn awesome, right? I bet you wish you were gonna get as many A*s as I am in the end-of-year exams!
