5/10/110
I had no idea where to go. Usually, I could scratch up some work, giving me something to do, but I didn't feel like it. I might as well check the place out, looking for clues about this time travelling god, Emeryliana. I dashed over to the Pyramid workers.
WOAH! Everybody was working there! I guess the newspaper I saw two days ago really was not joking! They WERE trading lots of loot. Like this good worker, he just got a vase that was valued half of what it was!(Our vase, (my wife's vase) was worth a 1,000,000 animals. That one was 500,000 animals straight! Wow!) I was just about to dose of, until the same guy that saw me after my time-traveling mishap. "Hey, Stranger!" he said "I don't wanna be a-bit pushy, but d'at limestone block'll would b'really esay t'move if ya could help'me!" I like to help people, so I did my job. "Thanks Stranger!" he said "Y'want half of'it don't, ya strabger, well, I'll be happy t'share da loot with ya, Stranger!" I replied swetly "No it's fine, keep your hard earned jewels, but can you atleast call me Shuphanin, and not call me a stranger, please?" "Okay, Shuphnin, happy to be with ya!" said the guy. Right after our little chit-chat, I decided to explore around the Pyramids. Then, I spotted our all-time mascot, the Sphinx statue! I ran iver to kiss it, well, diary, hug it, if you want to say it that way. I slipped. I slipped, and cracked open a bit of the sphinxes body, and opening a cave. "Did you hear that?" one of the workers shouted "A robber near the Sphinx! Get him!" They all dashed at me. I guess there was only two choices: I stay there, or I go in the cave. I went into the cave.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Friday, November 30, 2007
Journal#4
4/10/110
When I was done doing the finishing touches to the hieroglyphics, I looked at the amazement on his face. "You trained yourself when you were little, right?Because that is one fast time of a guy finishing up hierglyphics!" Khufu said. I replied "Yes, and thank you. Now may I say something that may kind of surprise you?" "Ask away" Khufu said. Then I said "I am from the future". Khufu starred at me. "Come with me" he said. He brought me in this ancient room. He showed me a picture. "Is this what you saw,like,I while ago?" the pharaoh said. That was it!!! The black sludge with darkness hovering over it! THAT WAS IT!!!!!!! "Yes" I shouted a bit too loud. "Well, then.." he muttered "You have encountered......the time traveling god.........Emeryliana!" "What Emeryliana???" Khufu spoke "I know your a talented scribe, and have been the storyteller for the gods, but it is not a surprise you do not know it. Your from the middle kingdom, right?" "Yes" I said proudly. "Well" he replied "Let me tell you the story: Once apon a time, in the old age of the Middle Kingdom, was an egyptian woman, named Emerie. She loved to buy things, especially cloths. Then, she encountered a black market person. The person told her that he would sell her golden cloth if she would return tomorrow, at the same place. So the next day, Emerie dashed across to the trade route, and found the black market person. Somebody was already there! It was a purple goblin, trying to get it. But, she pushed the goblin off, and got the golden cloth. But the purple goblin had his hands on it already, and tugged and tugged, until he ran so fast with it, that Emerie was flying across the air, still holding on the golden cloth. Soon, they ran in deep plack fog. Emerie could'nt see, but she did have somthing to tug on. Then when they got out of the black fog, Emerie started exploding into dark and black gases, letting go of the cloth. Lighter the new gas Emerie went si fast to catch the goblin, she started glowing, and then dissapeared. 700 years later, she was still there, looking for her gold cloth. THE END" "Now, Shuphanin", Khufu said"I think you should start searching in this Kingdom Period, and maybe you can get out of past. I wish you good luck. Oh, and here's the goods I owe you!" "Thanks" I said I started to get out. Khufu is a trustworthy pharoah after all!
When I was done doing the finishing touches to the hieroglyphics, I looked at the amazement on his face. "You trained yourself when you were little, right?Because that is one fast time of a guy finishing up hierglyphics!" Khufu said. I replied "Yes, and thank you. Now may I say something that may kind of surprise you?" "Ask away" Khufu said. Then I said "I am from the future". Khufu starred at me. "Come with me" he said. He brought me in this ancient room. He showed me a picture. "Is this what you saw,like,I while ago?" the pharaoh said. That was it!!! The black sludge with darkness hovering over it! THAT WAS IT!!!!!!! "Yes" I shouted a bit too loud. "Well, then.." he muttered "You have encountered......the time traveling god.........Emeryliana!" "What Emeryliana???" Khufu spoke "I know your a talented scribe, and have been the storyteller for the gods, but it is not a surprise you do not know it. Your from the middle kingdom, right?" "Yes" I said proudly. "Well" he replied "Let me tell you the story: Once apon a time, in the old age of the Middle Kingdom, was an egyptian woman, named Emerie. She loved to buy things, especially cloths. Then, she encountered a black market person. The person told her that he would sell her golden cloth if she would return tomorrow, at the same place. So the next day, Emerie dashed across to the trade route, and found the black market person. Somebody was already there! It was a purple goblin, trying to get it. But, she pushed the goblin off, and got the golden cloth. But the purple goblin had his hands on it already, and tugged and tugged, until he ran so fast with it, that Emerie was flying across the air, still holding on the golden cloth. Soon, they ran in deep plack fog. Emerie could'nt see, but she did have somthing to tug on. Then when they got out of the black fog, Emerie started exploding into dark and black gases, letting go of the cloth. Lighter the new gas Emerie went si fast to catch the goblin, she started glowing, and then dissapeared. 700 years later, she was still there, looking for her gold cloth. THE END" "Now, Shuphanin", Khufu said"I think you should start searching in this Kingdom Period, and maybe you can get out of past. I wish you good luck. Oh, and here's the goods I owe you!" "Thanks" I said I started to get out. Khufu is a trustworthy pharoah after all!
Journal #3
3/10/110
I know I was impatient, diary, but for horu's sake! I was trapped in the past. I had know idea where I was going, but I knew this: people were chasing me. They yelled "HEY!!!!! You're a scribe, right?" I stopped. Maybe when I help them, I can get him to explain this time-travel darkness. I replied. "Yes, I'm a scribe. My name is Shuphanin. What do you need?" The fact carrier guy replied. "Well, our pharoah, Khufu, needs you." I was not surprised. As a famous scribe like me, pharoahs ask me ALL the time to either write hieroglyphics or write him a whole chart of it. But, to see the pharoah Khufu when he ruled the part of Egypt? A pleasure! I said "Well what does he want?" The info-man told me he wanted.He said he needed me to write some hieroglyphics on his royal pharoaen chair. He also said he would pay me a bag of snake egs. Not much, but it's worth getting the job done! The servant brought me to his kingdom. "Shuphanin!" The pharoah Khufu spoke loudly. "I am glad you came. I really needed my chair to have some style!" I replied to him, promptly. "Oh, yes. I do want our pharoah to be in his own style. Now, where do you want me to carve the hieroglyphics on your chair, and what do you want it to say?" He said" I want it to be on the right rigde of the chair, and, I want it to say "Bow to our earth god, Geb." I got straight to work. Maybe if I worked on the writing faster, Khufu will cough up more of the information quickly, I hope. I used the way I tought myself when I was little, when our family was poor.
I know I was impatient, diary, but for horu's sake! I was trapped in the past. I had know idea where I was going, but I knew this: people were chasing me. They yelled "HEY!!!!! You're a scribe, right?" I stopped. Maybe when I help them, I can get him to explain this time-travel darkness. I replied. "Yes, I'm a scribe. My name is Shuphanin. What do you need?" The fact carrier guy replied. "Well, our pharoah, Khufu, needs you." I was not surprised. As a famous scribe like me, pharoahs ask me ALL the time to either write hieroglyphics or write him a whole chart of it. But, to see the pharoah Khufu when he ruled the part of Egypt? A pleasure! I said "Well what does he want?" The info-man told me he wanted.He said he needed me to write some hieroglyphics on his royal pharoaen chair. He also said he would pay me a bag of snake egs. Not much, but it's worth getting the job done! The servant brought me to his kingdom. "Shuphanin!" The pharoah Khufu spoke loudly. "I am glad you came. I really needed my chair to have some style!" I replied to him, promptly. "Oh, yes. I do want our pharoah to be in his own style. Now, where do you want me to carve the hieroglyphics on your chair, and what do you want it to say?" He said" I want it to be on the right rigde of the chair, and, I want it to say "Bow to our earth god, Geb." I got straight to work. Maybe if I worked on the writing faster, Khufu will cough up more of the information quickly, I hope. I used the way I tought myself when I was little, when our family was poor.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Journal #2
Egypt,New Kingdom,2/10/110
Dear diary,
Aching, I got up. My ka was telling me something was not right."Hey, stranger!" an egyptian person said "What are ya doin' here? If the pharoah catches you, you'll have to do extra work!" "Doesn't the king do that?" I replied? The person looked at me strangely. Then, I knew it. I WAS IN THE OLD KINGDOM! Don't get me wrong, diary. I am in the middle kingdom, and in my original time, people did not think that the pharoah was BOTH king, and pharoah. As a sccribe, I know alot about our egyptian history. So, I decided to see if I was right. I went into little town that looked like it was a market. I was passing this silk dealer, until I read a hieroglyphic post by a scribe, like me, on a rock plaquette. It said: News flash!!!! New political and social requirements from the King!(pharoah) From now on, our reliegon, will now try to stand out, while making other's religeon's envy us!!! Also, mind for good money, you zany crafters!!! Our other pharoah's demand more other pyramids!!! As a pharoah, they pay well!.
That was the end of it. Right after that, on the bottom of the rock plaquatte, was a burned sign of the scribes name: ISHANES KEOLIN. Ok, that is proof that I am in the old kingdom. I am really impatient so I ran out without thinking of anything.
Dear diary,
Aching, I got up. My ka was telling me something was not right."Hey, stranger!" an egyptian person said "What are ya doin' here? If the pharoah catches you, you'll have to do extra work!" "Doesn't the king do that?" I replied? The person looked at me strangely. Then, I knew it. I WAS IN THE OLD KINGDOM! Don't get me wrong, diary. I am in the middle kingdom, and in my original time, people did not think that the pharoah was BOTH king, and pharoah. As a sccribe, I know alot about our egyptian history. So, I decided to see if I was right. I went into little town that looked like it was a market. I was passing this silk dealer, until I read a hieroglyphic post by a scribe, like me, on a rock plaquette. It said: News flash!!!! New political and social requirements from the King!(pharoah) From now on, our reliegon, will now try to stand out, while making other's religeon's envy us!!! Also, mind for good money, you zany crafters!!! Our other pharoah's demand more other pyramids!!! As a pharoah, they pay well!.
That was the end of it. Right after that, on the bottom of the rock plaquatte, was a burned sign of the scribes name: ISHANES KEOLIN. Ok, that is proof that I am in the old kingdom. I am really impatient so I ran out without thinking of anything.
Journal entry #1
Egypt,1/11/110
Dear Diary,
Today, I just got woken from the scream of my wife. “SHUPHANIN!” she said. “GET IN HERE!” So I got up on my specially made bed, made out of sand, than covered in cloth of silk. As I came in her room, I saw my wife, bending on her knees, in front of the broken pot that was my wife’s mom. It was the most priceless thing in our house. Groaning, I got up and checked my wife’s grown crops. I needed something that would take my mind off all the whimpering of my wife. I smelled the new grown corn, knowing it was a good idea too grow them. Though, I had to make fast with the crops. I’d have to wait until the next Nile’s flow. Then, I saw a familiar face: sir Lazloo! His mouth was open, but no voice came out. He was pointing at something, still silent. Then, I saw it: a big, huge hole, suking up the air. I tried to run, but I fell in the hole of darkness! I thought that this was a sign of Osiris, but no. I fell out to the sky and out to the ground.
Dear Diary,
Today, I just got woken from the scream of my wife. “SHUPHANIN!” she said. “GET IN HERE!” So I got up on my specially made bed, made out of sand, than covered in cloth of silk. As I came in her room, I saw my wife, bending on her knees, in front of the broken pot that was my wife’s mom. It was the most priceless thing in our house. Groaning, I got up and checked my wife’s grown crops. I needed something that would take my mind off all the whimpering of my wife. I smelled the new grown corn, knowing it was a good idea too grow them. Though, I had to make fast with the crops. I’d have to wait until the next Nile’s flow. Then, I saw a familiar face: sir Lazloo! His mouth was open, but no voice came out. He was pointing at something, still silent. Then, I saw it: a big, huge hole, suking up the air. I tried to run, but I fell in the hole of darkness! I thought that this was a sign of Osiris, but no. I fell out to the sky and out to the ground.
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