Utter Happiness:
A Euphorian's Story
    Hi! My name is Harmony Lindira Illianchilde. But here on Earth, I'm known by a whole other name. I come from a planet named Xor- ..... er, Euphoria. I'll explain why I messed up there in a bit. But let me just warn you. If you're expecting this to be a short fiction story of some kind, you're sorrily mistaken. Also, if you guys out there are offended by the fact that my planet is ruled by women, simply click Back. And if you're easily frightened by strange and not "normal" stories, then click back to home right now. For this is one WEIRD story..... by your human standards, of course.
    To make this a little easier for you to read what you want, I've organized it for you

How the planet came to be named Euphoria
What we Euphorians do
Some Euphorian traditions
What to do if you have voices in your head
What to do if you meet a Euphorian
Wait! How do I know if I've met a Euphorian?
How to tell if you're a Euphorian
 

How the planet came to be named Euphoria
    As stated above, I'm from the planet Euphoria. You may have noticed I made a little mistake up in that first paragraph. But, for the less observant of you out there in computerland, I nearly said Xork. Well, Xork was the original name of my planet before it was changed. (Duh) The emotional and lovey-dovey men of Xork protested the name, saying it was.... well.... weird and did not exemplify (ooooh, big word) the respect that is due to our planet. So, humoring them was necessary because, if we didn't, they'd whine to no end. They chose the name Euphoria, which was very pretty, but no one took into account that, on Earth, it is a term sometimes used to refer to that happy, high feeling that druggies supposedly get. (Just for all you people, I'd like to say, in the words of that counselor guy on South Park: "Drugs're bad, mmkay? Don't do drugs. Cuz drugs're bad, mmkay?") Anywho, that issue is currently under heavy deliberation by the Her Imperial Majesty, Empress Xandrea and her counsel. Don't be surprised if the name of this site changes all of a sudden.

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What we Euphorians do
    Well, our society is kind of like the ancient Amazons of Earth. The women of our planet are raised to be fierce warriors, while the men are used, to put it bluntly, as cheap labor. (Sorry, guys) Well, that's not exactly accurate.... You see, as much as I like making fun of men, in my society, there ARE male warriors, scientists, househusbands, and other things but laborers make up the majority of them. Anyway, the warriors, called Dragonriders, do just that. Ride dragons. (Don't take that with a nasty connotation. It wasn't meant like that, and you know it.) We find that other types of transportation are just impractical and polluting. Now I know what you're thinking (And if you're not, TOO BAD!).... "Isn't the dragons'.... AHEM!.... polluting? It's gotta be pretty big." Well, we have a lot of farms on Euphoria, and dragon doo-doo (To put it maturely =P) is good fertilizer. And, surprisingly, it doesn't smell all THAT much. We use a lot of it for the farms on planets that we've colonized. But I'll get to colonization later. Anyhow, my dragon is a White dragon named Aria. She's about 200 Earth years old, so she's pretty much a baby. Even though she's young, she's loyal, smart, and sweet. I'm 16, so I've had her for only 7 years.
    Well, with all these warriors around, we've gotta have people to war with, right? That's what other planets are for!  So far, we've conquered Pluto, Neptune, and Uranus from your solar system, and Kyrnaen, Mrin, and Solst from other solar systems. And a certain blue planet is open to consideration. Unlike your Amazons, however, we don't use primative weapons like spears and swords. Well, we use weapons that sorta look like them, but are used in a totally different manner. We use laser based weapons, but at the present moment it's a bit difficult to explain without actually showing them to you. And, coincidentally, I don't have any on me.
 
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Some Euphorian traditions
    It is often customary for girls to receive voices on their 15th birthday, usually 5, but can be as much as 10. Now you must be thinking: "Voices? How do you receive voices?" (Again, if you're not thinking this, TOO BAD! Don't spoil it for the rest of us!) Voices are actually the consciousnesses of petty, small time crooks. You know, like shoplifters, graffitti artists, Barney impersonators, Hanson or Spice Girls lovers, etc. And these consciousnesses are stuck in a girl's head to remain there until they decide to get help for their problem. Boys get voices too, but they get more big-time criminals. You know, like armed bank robbers, child abusers, Barney lookalikes, Hanson or the Spice Girls, etc. They get their voices when they turn 18 because they need to become prepared for the relative violent and frightening demeanors of these consciousnesses. Anyway, I have 5 voices. Actually, I used to have 6, but #6 moved out because he had a smelly, moldy, mildewy infection on his foot that caused #3 to pass out from time to time and then the infection spread to his head, so he's currently a test subject back home and under quarantine. My voices have names, if you're wondering. And different personalities. #1 is Lorraine. She's VERY talkative, but nice. She was put in my head for disturbing the peace. Namely, talking too much outside. #2 is Woody. He's an okay guy, I suppose, but he likes making fun of people. Especially #1 and #4. He and #4 get into fights a lot. He was charged with stealing a coffee bean. Sad, huh? #3's name is Besene. She complains a lot. That kind of whining complaining that no one can stand after 10 seconds. She was put in my head to whining to a court judge. #4 is the sweetest one, which really isn't saying much, but she IS really nice. The only one she is remotely not nice to is #2. Her name is Daria. She got stuck in my head because she took that tag off her mattress. And #5 is Garrett. He's mean to everyone, but he REALLY likes to torment #3. He was charged with stealing a chainsaw and a hockey mask. #6, who isn't with me anymore, is called Norman. He was nasty and very defensive about his foot. Apparently he had the infection before he came into my head, because he was charged with showing his foot to too many people. They're not too bad, but they like playing the worst songs at the most inappropriate times, so I really do get bad songs IN my head. And they like yelling and screaming and being annoying while I'm taking tests.
    We're very musically oriented, as you can see from my name and the name of my dragon. We like having a whole bunch of singing and instrument playing at parties and special events. Coincidentally, none of us are tone-deaf.
 
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What to do if you have voices in your head
    Ok, first of all, stay calm. They want you to go mad and freaky and go to an insane asylum. Second, ask them if they want any chocolate pudding. I find that it soothes everyone down. Then you can talk. Ask them, in a private area of course (You don't want to make people think you're crazy before you get to the root of the problem), who they are and what they want. Try to make them understand that you're among humans, and humans don't understand the concept of voices. Then offer them some more pudding. If possible, get vanilla pudding. It rounds out their palette. Don't know how to feed the voices pudding? That's tough. Stick it in your ear or something. That should be inconspicuous, right? Now that you're all puddinged up, you can try to learn to ignore them. It takes time, and they do find new ways of attracting your attention, but with practice, you can almost totally pretend they aren't screaming at the top of their lungs and singing Tears for Fears or Rod Stewart songs. Oh! And don't forget to wish them Good-night before you go to sleep. It makes them feel bad so they don't keep you awake all night. Finally, check your birth records. You may be a Euphorian and not know it.

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What to do if you meet a Euphorian
    Don't panic! We'll only attack you if you attack us... or if we want to take over your world. Try to be polite. Ask her or him what their alien name is, what province in Euphoria she or he lives in, etc. Offer them some ice cream, fruit yogurt, or chocolate pudding. Ask how her dragon is, or ask how his children are doing. Things like that. And don't even bother trying to protect your mind from our psychic abilities. You'll just hurt yourself. Trust me.

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Wait! How do I know if I've met a Euphorian?
    Well, that's a little hard. You see, Euphorians can change their shape... They could be watching you as a dog, human, bobcat, opossum, or a lawn flamingo. Our normal appearance, though? Kinda like humans, but our hair can be any color and we have double jointed knees... meaning that they bend forwards and backwards. We also have 2 hearts and can regenerate our spinal cord within seconds. Not that you needed to be aware of our anatomy. Just idle conversation is all. We also have fairly large eyes, by your standards anyway. We usually keep that constant in all our forms. Like stated above, we have voices in our heads. We can also talk to wolves and, also like stated, we have psychic powers. Some of us have better psychic powers than others. For instance, I am only subconsciously psychic (and even if you don't believe all this stuff THIS part is seriously true. I swear. If this isn't true you can come and find me or send mobsters over to break my legs). Would you like me to explain my subconscious psychicness? No? Too bad. I once predicted that my best friend from 2nd grade would return after 6 years apart. (This was about 3 years ago.) We hadn't talked to one another at all since she moved away and a week before going into 8th grade, I had the same dream 5 nights in a row that she would come back. And she did. And another time I was at what you humans call Boston Market where they call out people's names when they have your order ready. So, I was joking around with my Earth-brother about what if a lady came along- let's say Betty- and when she went up we could say "Heya Betty!" (Bad joke, I know. Believe it or not this was only a few months ago.) Well, the next person she called up was an old woman named Betty. But when I tried to predict the next name, I couldn't. Anyway, I know you all are all just fascinated by how I stayed so nicely on subject. Back to the topic at hand, the moral of the story is that you know you've met a Euphorian if something you see, anything you see, has wide eyes, mutters to itself, funny colored hair, talks to wolves on a regular basis, and/or reads your mind. From there, you're on your own.

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How to tell if you're a Euphorian
    Well, you may be able to tell through a number of methods, though this may not always work. You can check if your knees are double jointed. Of course, if you try to hard you may break your leg. I take the opportunity here to tell everyone that I am not responsible for any injuries or trauma caused by anything I've said on this site. You followed these instructions at your own risk, dearies. Also, you can listen and see if you can either hear other people's thoughts, foretell the future, hear wolves say stuff (This may also include dogs), and/or hear voices in your head. You can go to a doctor and ask him to check if you have 2 hearts or the ability to regenerate your spinal cord. Were you born with big eyes or a funny color of hair? That might also mean you're a Euphorian. Lastly, do you frequently have the suspicion that the FBI or CIA is following you? It could be... I know they're following me....

    Well I hope you enjoyed my little summary of Euphorians, what to do or how to know if you meet a Euphorian, and tons of stuff you didn't even want to know about. Oh, dear. Rereading this, I realize that I may have insulted quite a few people. A lot actually. Oh, well. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. Believe it. We're here. And we could be anywhere...
 

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