Kneel before ZOD! No, the other ZOD!
Whoa, nostalgia attack!
During several of my elementary school years, the school participated in young authors' contests wherein each student was required to write a short story. If I may take a moment to revel in glory days long-past, I did quite well in these. Indeed, I could truthfully call myself a "multi-award-winning author"... and should totally be milking that more, now I think about it, but I digress.
Anyway, I started packing up books for the move tonight and what did I find but all three of my YA entries from 1st, 4th and 6th grades. I'd been meaning to scan these just-in-case and, having just finished digitizing my entry from the first-grade, I find myself further compelled to share.
And so, I give you... Zod.
No, not that Zod, this Zod. The product of a simpler, if almost disturbingly violent, time when defeating villains was apparently a matter of figuring out what they were allergic to. Also, proof that I have been a geek for a very, very long time (thanks, Mom!).
During several of my elementary school years, the school participated in young authors' contests wherein each student was required to write a short story. If I may take a moment to revel in glory days long-past, I did quite well in these. Indeed, I could truthfully call myself a "multi-award-winning author"... and should totally be milking that more, now I think about it, but I digress.
Anyway, I started packing up books for the move tonight and what did I find but all three of my YA entries from 1st, 4th and 6th grades. I'd been meaning to scan these just-in-case and, having just finished digitizing my entry from the first-grade, I find myself further compelled to share.
And so, I give you... Zod.
No, not that Zod, this Zod. The product of a simpler, if almost disturbingly violent, time when defeating villains was apparently a matter of figuring out what they were allergic to. Also, proof that I have been a geek for a very, very long time (thanks, Mom!).