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«Oldest ‹Older 1801 – 2000 of 4714 Newer› Newest»Dear Mr Landy (or can I call you Derek?). There are tonnes of rumours about a Skulduggery Pleasant movie and was wondering, is there going to be one? If so, are there going to be open auditions for Valkyrie? Thank you Golden God, love your biggest fan. xx
I really like the pop up comment thingie, too. I hope it stays! And popblogger, it's been optioned, but it doesn't have a release date.
DEREK LANDY!!!
DEREK LANDY!!!!
I HAVE A QUESTION!!!!!
Ok, so this question is about the first SP book.
WARNING, SPOILER ALERT WARNING ... stuff...
Anyways, in the first book, Stephaine loses her uncle, right, and there's the funeral and the Wake (i think) and things like that, but the thing is, nobody seems at all, in the slightest, SAD. I mean, her dad has just lost his brother, she's lost her uncle, and they seem fine!
When I was first reading the book, I didn't really notice it at all, but i've actually lost my uncle recently and pretty much no one was dry-eyed through THE WHOLE THING. I mean, Steph's dad didn't shed A SINGLE TEAR. Nor did Stephaine's mum, or Stephaine herself.
SOrry for being so crytical, and i know it's absalutly pointless me saying this NOW, since the book was published a few years ago and loads after it, but i was just wondering.
I'm gonna copy Crystal, and post this a load of times over, so that there's a better chance of you seeing it.
DEREK LANDY!!!
DEREK LANDY!!!!
I HAVE A QUESTION!!!!!
Ok, so this question is about the first SP book.
WARNING, SPOILER ALERT WARNING ... stuff...
Anyways, in the first book, Stephaine loses her uncle, right, and there's the funeral and the Wake (i think) and things like that, but the thing is, nobody seems at all, in the slightest, SAD. I mean, her dad has just lost his brother, she's lost her uncle, and they seem fine!
When I was first reading the book, I didn't really notice it at all, but i've actually lost my uncle recently and pretty much no one was dry-eyed through THE WHOLE THING. I mean, Steph's dad didn't shed A SINGLE TEAR. Nor did Stephaine's mum, or Stephaine herself.
SOrry for being so crytical, and i know it's absalutly pointless me saying this NOW, since the book was published a few years ago and loads after it, but i was just wondering.
I'm gonna copy Crystal, and post this a load of times over, so that there's a better chance of you seeing it.
DEREK LANDY!!!
DEREK LANDY!!!!
I HAVE A QUESTION!!!!!
Ok, so this question is about the first SP book.
WARNING, SPOILER ALERT WARNING ... stuff...
Anyways, in the first book, Stephaine loses her uncle, right, and there's the funeral and the Wake (i think) and things like that, but the thing is, nobody seems at all, in the slightest, SAD. I mean, her dad has just lost his brother, she's lost her uncle, and they seem fine!
When I was first reading the book, I didn't really notice it at all, but i've actually lost my uncle recently and pretty much no one was dry-eyed through THE WHOLE THING. I mean, Steph's dad didn't shed A SINGLE TEAR. Nor did Stephaine's mum, or Stephaine herself.
SOrry for being so crytical, and i know it's absalutly pointless me saying this NOW, since the book was published a few years ago and loads after it, but i was just wondering.
I'm gonna copy Crystal, and post this a load of times over, so that there's a better chance of you seeing it.
DEREK LANDY!!!
DEREK LANDY!!!!
I HAVE A QUESTION!!!!!
Ok, so this question is about the first SP book.
WARNING, SPOILER ALERT WARNING ... stuff...
Anyways, in the first book, Stephaine loses her uncle, right, and there's the funeral and the Wake (i think) and things like that, but the thing is, nobody seems at all, in the slightest, SAD. I mean, her dad has just lost his brother, she's lost her uncle, and they seem fine!
When I was first reading the book, I didn't really notice it at all, but i've actually lost my uncle recently and pretty much no one was dry-eyed through THE WHOLE THING. I mean, Steph's dad didn't shed A SINGLE TEAR. Nor did Stephaine's mum, or Stephaine herself.
SOrry for being so crytical, and i know it's absalutly pointless me saying this NOW, since the book was published a few years ago and loads after it, but i was just wondering.
I'm gonna copy Crystal, and post this a load of times over, so that there's a better chance of you seeing it.
Anyone?
Please don't spam, guys!
...
LEAVING SORRY!!!
Excellent,
Hello to the pair of you.
Now Sparky, please explain this Straight Jacket thing to me?
Hello :D
Oh hey Crys
Mwahahahaha....
Oh and Amanda too now this is a party
How are you Robin?
I'm good thanks and yourself?
DEREK LANDY!!!
DEREK LANDY!!!!
I HAVE A QUESTION!!!!!
Ok, so this question is about the first SP book.
WARNING, SPOILER ALERT WARNING ... stuff...
Anyways, in the first book, Stephaine loses her uncle, right, and there's the funeral and the Wake (i think) and things like that, but the thing is, nobody seems at all, in the slightest, SAD. I mean, her dad has just lost his brother, she's lost her uncle, and they seem fine!
When I was first reading the book, I didn't really notice it at all, but i've actually lost my uncle recently and pretty much no one was dry-eyed through THE WHOLE THING. I mean, Steph's dad didn't shed A SINGLE TEAR. Nor did Stephaine's mum, or Stephaine herself.
SOrry for being so crytical, and i know it's absalutly pointless me saying this NOW, since the book was published a few years ago and loads after it, but i was just wondering.
I'm gonna copy Crystal, and post this a load of times over, so that there's a better chance of you seeing it.
Lol. Hi Amanda! Did you eat your cat? Because if you did! I was fighting for that cats life here!
UGH I'm going to start spamming about the annoyance of spamming
Holly, are you saying to ME not to spam???
*shocked face*
Eating cats *shakes head*
Well I pretty much spammed all of the top of the page so I will spam the rest!
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
WHAT IS THIS BLOG COMING TOO?!
Well I will only stop if Derek comes on and says heggo to little old me!
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
*hint hint derek*
*shakes head*
He's not coming. Derek doesn't often talk to his ever faithful minions *crosses arms and mutters grumpily*
well he talked to alot of people on the first page here. I wish I was on then =P
DEREK LANDY,
I HAVE A REQUEST FOR YOU TO SAY HELLO TO ME PLEASE DO. IT WOULD MAKE BE VERY HAPPY.
I AM GOING TO KEEP REPEATING THIS OVER THE NEXT FEW DAY SO YOU MIGHT see THIS
Mr. Landy works in mysterious ways
(Or so he'd have us believe)
He did talk to rather a lot of people *looks thoughtful*
I myself have only been online when he commented once and then he didn't stay.
He probably missed his minions with the broken blog and all. He definitely missed me, I mean who didn't miss me?
I have never been online the same time as him that is why I am working hard to do so!
It's pure luck Crys besides it's gone 11pm what are the chances?
Oh I am getting up early tommorow morning and doing some more spamming as you would call it well at the crack of 11pm anyway. Well actually I won't get on until evening. Oh well
I myself am also not online until late, I just don't seem to have the time anymore. I should sleep but I can't seem to get away from the blog.
Same here. Tommorow I have mass at 11:30 Then after that we are going out for this Family thing and I won't be home til at least six Because all the olds will go for drink afterwards
The window just maximised YESSSS!!!
Sounds... fun, Crys
This comment form isn't that different to the old one now it's maximised properly -it's fine
I Always had it maximised its really easy.
It is when the maximise button works and it doesn't malfunction, have I ever mentioned my adversary to technology?
nope don't think so :D
Well I do a lot. It hates me, I hate it, that's the basis of it. Oh do you know what else I mention a lot robots. Cuz robots live in blogland sweet foods.
*nods self satisfied*
Always the robots
I hate lemons too. Because lemons are almost as evil as Val.
Every
Villain
Is
Lemons
Otherwise known as EVIL
I gots to go now! Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Yes lemons are as evil as me. And Amanda's brother keeps trying to take pictures of me! It's awkward!
This is Val, by the way. I probably won't respond.
Crystal, you don't like Valkyrie? D:
And I meant spamming in general - it never usually works, so...
Bye Crys
Oh hey both of you people
Midnight.
Well after being ignored, I'm afraid I have to go ciao
I HAVE RETURNED!!!
Well bout bloody time Sparky.
I should really go though...
...
GoldenGodDammit.
The Straight Jackets are an exclusive guild.
Our objective is to insane our ways to Ireland.
And I have an idea for a new short story.
Excellent, well can I be the official yellow falcon trainer for the guild then?
I like your stories they're good.
Good's a very weak adjective I know but go somewhere down the line of supermegabrilliant, you'll find it.
Yes you can. If you apply properly.
And this story is ring to be *creepy music plays in the background*
Secret.
Very secret.
Thanks Robin.
That made me feel all tingly inside.
Apply properly?
*looks around, finds stereo turns it onto something happier*
Aww that's okay LOL
Apply on the blog.
On The Straight Jackets blog.
I have, I did aaaaaages ago
...
Gimme a sec...
Everyone is a genius if you judge a fish on its ability to climb a tree it will live that it is stupid
Imagination is more important than knowledge.
...
But you never applied properly.
You need a motive, reasons for insanity and what you want your job to be.
A motive? If I'm insane do I need a motive? hmmm?
A reason for insanity? Really? Sparky, I complain about robot sweet things even though I gave Val some on my first day of Blogland. I also ate one of my own that wasn't even fun. I can't be bothered to explain more technology hates me because I'm the robot master and it's jealous.
A job? The yellow falcon trainer you know this!
Actions are visible, though motives are secret.
What? I quote when I'm bored
Now your just being cute. I can't GO to Pigfarts. It's ON MARS. You need a rocket ship. Do you have a rocket ship, Potter? I bet you do. You know, not all of us inherited enough money to buy out NASA when our parents died. Look at this! Look at this! It's Rocketship Potter! Starkid Potter! Moonshoes Potter! Traversing the galaxy for intergalactic travel to Pigfarts!
*facepalm*
Nuclear facepalm - when the fail is so epic it blows your mind... LITERALLY
You know I think I'll make my own 'guild' and call it the Curly T-Shirt, what do you think?
Meh.
I actually checked and it is a guild.
Well I like it *crosses arms stubbornly*
Indeed it is, I might call mine a cult though it sounds more... sinister
The Curly T-Shirt Cult, doesn't it sound so Evil?
Except for the word Curly yes.
How about Crooked?
The Crooked T-Shirt Cult.
The Crooked Cult - that's quite good actually *looks thoughtful*
Now that's cool.
Where are you up to in my most recent story?
I have no idea? The last one I read included Fletcher and Sydney Opera house
Great so you haven't read the one with Kat, Ryan and Harper?
Must stop? Puttin¿g random qu?estion mar¿ks at the ?end o¿f a sen¿tence?
I don't know maybe? The names ring a bell but...
Would you like to read it?
YES PLEASE!
OKAY!
Why was it so cold? She didn’t want to move. She was comfortable there. But why did it need to be so cold? She could hear something. Sirens. Where was she? She opened her eyes. Ugh. She was still in her bedroom.
Wait. Sirens?
She rolled over and landed on the floor.
‘Ow…’ She moaned. She did that every day. She needed a bigger bed. She got up and looked at her closet. She picked out jeans and a football jersey. She tripped at the top of the stairs and eventually landed on the floor. She did that every day too. She grunted and got up. She checked her watch. 2:30am. What the hell was happening? She opened the front door and saw that the house across the street had broken windows. Nothing to do with her. She shut the door again and walked into the kitchen. She ignored the toaster completely because the last time she used it, the toaster burnt half of her hair off. She opened the microwave carefully and avoided the small explosion of goo.
‘Ryan!’ She called up the stairs. ‘Get down here!’ She heard a groan, a thump and a swear as Ryan hit his head against the ceiling.
‘Microwave?’ He yelled back, leaning over the banister of the hallway upstairs.
‘Yes the microwave.’
‘I have to clean it don’t I?’ He asked. She nodded.
She sat in the dining room eating cereal and glaring at Ryan. Idiot. He had done that two days ago. She didn’t forget to easy. She saw him shuffle out of the kitchen.
‘Done.’ He mumbled, heading back up the stairs. She watched him slowly make his way up the stairs. God, he was stupid sometimes. But, most of the time he was a complete brainbox. He wasn’t smart in the straight A student sense, he was just… Intelligent. He was in his second year of University and his looks were deceiving. Very deceiving. He had spiky red hair that people made fun of. He was average height and skinny. His eyes were pale blue and his features were uninteresting. He was funny, in a annoying sort of way and they were housemates. It was her, Ryan and Kat. Oh. Kat.
‘Ryan wait!’ She called up again. He looked down again.
‘What now?’
‘Where’s Kat?’
‘She’s still in bed.’
‘Are you sure?’ She asked.
‘Yes, Harper, I’m positive I ch-‘ He paled. ‘I didn’t check. Are those sirens?’
‘Yes, they are sirens. Let’s check the basement.’ They walked down the stairs and knocked on the basement door. No response. Harper opened the door and peered into the room. Empty. Harper started walking up the stairs.
‘The psycho has gone arsonist again. Let’s go get her.’ She said. Ryan sighed and started muttering something about chains as he got his jacket. They walked out into the freezing cold, crossed the road and entered the forest behind the houses on that side of the street. They walked to the clearing at the middle of the forest and saw Kat sitting in the snow, rocking back and forth slightly. Harper and Ryan shared a look, then Harper tentatively reached towards Kat’s shoulder. Kat looked up, her eyes shining.
‘Hey guys! How are you? I’m good though in retrospect it might’ve been smart for me to bring a jacket out here.’ She said cheerily. Ryan sighed and passed Kat his one.
‘Can we go back inside now? I’m freezing.’ He shivered. Kat smiled and got up. They walked back to the house, trying to stick to the shadows. Harper stared at the back of Kat’s head as they walked. It was amazing how she could blend into any environment and still grab the attention of every boy she went past. Kat had blonde hair and grey eyes. She was tall and had a couple freckles. Harper had been jealous when they first met, but had decided since then that she was quiet happy being herself.
The three of them walked into the house and Kat started walking to the basement. Harper grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her back. Ryan then grabbed Kat’s shoulders and forced he onto the couch.
‘Kat, this really needs to stop.’ Harper sighed. Kat smiled.
‘This is serious Kat. It needs to stop. You’ll be fine for weeks and then, Bam! You go nuts again.’ Ryan scolded. Kat frowned.
‘Ryan, Harper, please let me get some sleep. I’m tired.’ Kat said. She got up and walked into the basement. Ryan looked at Harper and shrugged.
‘It’ll sort itself out eventually. Everything does.’ Ryan yawned, ‘I’m going to bed too.’ He turned and walked up the stairs. Harper sighed and walked up the stairs after him. She walked into her bedroom, pulled the covers off her bed and wrapped them around herself as she sat down at her computer. She logged in, checked her e-mails, there was one from the publishing company. She flinched and opened it. She quickly scanned the page and sighed. Denied. They denied her. Again. She scowled, fighting back the tears, and opened up the word document on which the story was written. ‘Frivolous Attempts’. She selected the entire story and hit ‘delete’. She then moved to close the document. A pop-up appeared. ‘Do you want to save the changes you made to Frivolous Attempts.docx?’ She sighed and hit ‘Don’t Save’; she wasn’t giving up just yet. She closed the page and looked at the screen. She could see her face reflected in the monitor. Short black hair, pale skin and far too skinny for her liking. Harper hated her reflection. She only looked at it when she doubted she could feel any worse. It never helped, because all se could ever see were the things that she hated about herself. Mainly her eyes. The were probably the prettiest part of her face, but she still hated them. They were dark brown, and mysterious. Harper had no idea why she hated them, but she always had. She yawned and checked the time. 3:15am. She turned off the computer and leaned out her bedroom window, thinking. She heard a loud BANG! Come from the basement. Harper sprinted down the stairs, followed closely by Ryan. They pelted down the second set of stairs and met Kat, who was shaking and couldn’t open the door.
‘Kat, what happened?’ Ryan asked.
‘I don’t know! I went to open the door, found it was locked and I was trying to jimmy it open and something inside exploded!’ She squealed. She then growled and kicked the door. The explosion must have weakened the hinges or something, because the door fell. Harper moved to go in but Kat stopped her abruptly. Kat went in and replaced the door behind her. Ryan and Harper looked at each other.
‘What was that about?’ Ryan said, bewildered. Harper was about to knock down the door again when they heard the sound of an electric screwdriver reattaching the door to the hinges that were stuck to the wall.
‘Ryan, I thought you were asleep.’ Harper yelled over the noise.
‘Nope. I couldn’t sleep, and I have that huge assignment, remember?’
‘Oh yeah.’ Harper trailed off.
‘Have you gotten the response from the publishing company yet?’ He said, trying to make conversation, knowing that Harper had been worrying about the response for days. Harper said nothing. Ryan didn’t get the message.
‘Did you hear me?’ He yelled, ‘I asked if you got a response from the pub-‘ Harper scowled and nodded. No tears. No crying. Ryan was about to ask what they said when he figured it out. He paled.
‘Oh, God, Harper, I’m so sorry.’ He murmured. Harper shook her head.
‘Whatever you just said, I didn’t hear it.’ She yelled, the screwdriver noise cutting out halfway through her sentence. Harper blushed. She then banged on the door that had just been fixed. There was a slight scrabble on the other side, and then Kat’s head popped out.
‘Yes?’
‘Let me in. Now.’ Harper said, with a no-nonsense air about her. Kat opened the door wider, letting Harper have a glimpse of the room.
‘Nothing suspicious. Please let me finish fixing the door.’ Kat said, innocently. Ryan peered over Harper’s shoulder.
‘Kat, something in there blew up less than five minutes ago. Let us in, you can keep working on the door.’ He said. Kat scowled and grudgingly let them in.
‘Just don’t touch anything.’ She growled, and promptly continued working on the door, mumbling something about ‘Not letting the undesirables in.’ Ryan and Harper shared a look, and looked around the room. There was nothing broken and no sign of a commotion. Everything was clean and tidy. In fact, the room looked practically untouched. Which was weird, considering Kat spent all of her free time down here. Ryan and Harper decided to leave Kat to it, and went to bed.
The next morning Harper got up at seven feeling incredibly tired, walked downstairs and made herself breakfast. She zoned out while she was having her second bowl of cereal for that day, dwelling on her book. She knew that it was good. She was positive it was good. Why didn’t the publishing companies see that? She’d sent ‘Frivolous Attempts’ to three different publishing companies now, and none of them liked it. Harper was frowning into space when Ryan bounced down the stairs.
‘Good morning Harper! It’s sort of a new day!’ He said cheerily. He then remembered about the book. He smacked his forehead and swore.
‘God, I am such an idiot.’
‘No, Ryan, you’re right. It’s fine. Really.’ Harper responded, snapping back to Earth. Harper checked the time while scooping a spoonful of food into her mouth and nearly choked.
‘Crap, I’m almost late.’ She coughed. Harper ran up the stairs, got ready in two minutes and ran back down almost tripping, but not quite. She stumbled to the door and called back, ‘Make sure Kat doesn’t blow anything else up, Okay? Bye!’
‘Have a good day!’ Ryan yelled back, smiling. Harper was almost late every day, but never was. He got a new spoon out and finished Harper’s cereal.
Kat came up about five minutes later, had some leftover soup for breakfast and went down to her room again. Ryan watched her the entire time, thinking about his assignment for Uni. He had to design a modern building, with more than thirty floors, having a new and innovative ‘look’ for the outside. The inside needed to be an office building. He was working for his Bachelor of Architectural Studies, and he was loving his course. The small problem was that every time he got into the stage of work when the ideas came at him like he was a magnet, Kat would distract him. Which was annoying. He walked to his room and sat down at his desk. He then spent five minutes chucking everything on his desk everywhere looking for his sketchpad and pencil. He then remembered that it was on his bed. He climbed up the ladder next to his desk and grabbed his sketchpad. Ryan looked at his previous drawings. There was work and drawings mixed in together. He liked drawing indefinitely when he couldn’t think of anything. He took one out. It was a rough sketch of Harper, which he hadn’t shown anyone. It was her wearing a dress, but it had been mainly guesswork because she didn’t own any dresses. He had often thought about showing it to Harper, but always decided against it. He sighed, put the drawing back and flipped to the front of the pad. He began to outline ideas for his assignment.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Kat was sitting in her room with her head in her hands. She really liked living there. She liked Ryan and Harper, and she loved the feeling of people enjoying being around her. But she hated keeping secrets from them. No. Right there and then Kat stood up. She wasn’t going to hid anything from that second onward. Kat was about to tell Ryan but something in her head told her to think about what that would entail. She stood there completely silent and unmoving for a long moment, she then flopped onto her bed. She was conflicted. Telling the others about this would lead to serious damage to her health. But is was getting hard to keep things from them. Kat sighed. Okay, she would stop keeping things from them then. Which meant any secret from before then would be kept a secret. Now she needed to decide what to do next. Get a job or apply for Uni? When she said job she meant in the proper sense, not what she had been doing before. At which point she actually whimpered. Her old job was serious stuff. Secret serious stuff. How was she supposed to quit? She didn’t even know who employed her. In fact, how did she even get the job? Kat had never put any thought into this. Why had she never questioned it? She questioned everything. Something very odd was happening. Kat’s stomach rumbled. She checked the time. 1:30pm, or time for lunch.
Ryan heard something smash downstairs and groaned.
‘Kat! What are you doing?’ He yelled.
MORE!
It's amazing, I have read the beginning before I remmember now.
Hi Sparky!
Oh my God, amanda's making me eat popcorn. Dipped in frosting. I do not advise doing it.
I thought you had.
Nice Val.
Nice.
It tastes really weird. Don't eat it.
I won't.
Promise me that you guys will never try tuna and chocolate.
*stares at Amanda* Popcorn with frosting does not taste like crab dipped in butter!
I HATE CRAB.
So do I!
Ah well considering I stayed up an hour and twenty minutes after I said I had to leave I may actually go now.
Bye Robin.
I have lost the game.'
*hides*
Me and Amanda made a dart board out of a picture of justin bieber and drew all over it and stabbed it with a knife.
I can see that happening.
BRB.
It's hilarious.
*pushes popcorn away*
Earlier, a bucket of candy tried to kill Amanda
I' back.
I just sat on a pencil...
Hahahahahaha.
Very funny Acorns.
My name isn't Acorns, for God's sake!
*looks at message from Mumzy* *squeals*
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!
WHAT!?
I GET TO SPEND THE NIGHT AT AMANDA'S HOUSE!
That's awesome for you!
*giggles*
*is taking picture of my epic left thumb*
*swears*
THE SCAR DOESN'T COME UP IN THE PICTURE!!!
We're throwing water balloons out the window...
Wait...
Instead, I'm sending you three pics proving that my left thumb is WAY longer than my right one.
IT HAS SENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I can't see it till tomorrow...
1st
1st
1st
1st
1st
1st
1st
1st
1st
1st
1st
1st
1st
I hate you.
Well... that posted more times than neccessary...
Yes.
Yes it did.
Hahahahahahaha...
I'm kidding.
Dedicate the page already you nut ball.
I dedicate this page to every insane thing Amanda and I do tonite
That is a hefty dedication.
*winks*
CHECK YOUR E-MAIL!!!
I can't. Not on Amanda's phone.
...
Dangit.
I just had an idea...
THAT WON'T WORK EITHER!!!
Hello?
The cat is eating cookies!
WHAAAT???
Val, is there any way you'd be able to check your e-mail?
Seriously!
And no.
Dammit...
...?
YES.
And yet no.
We're recording ourselves screaming...
Val?
I think...
I'm going to be testing profile pics.
And you have an e-mail waiting for you.
Derek! I met you in Sydney, Australia, in Bondi Junction westfield, you might not remember, but I looked exactly like Valkyrie, and we had a chat about me playing the part and you told me to keep looking on Bebo for more information, then I went downstairs to get a milkshake and you came up behind me saying boo.. PLEASE come back to Australia soon. I was re-reading the books and it made me realise again how much I want to be in the movie, I'm 13 now, but I'm sure with make up and whatever else I could sound and appear younger. I'm half Irish, pale skinned, tall, thin, have dark brown hair and eyes, and the only languages I speak are english and fluent sarcasm. you said in the first book how Stephanie feels like there's something missing in her life, I feel like this would b it for me, I do acting already and I sing and play guitar, writing my own music, I just think I'd play the part exactly like you would picture it, I'm happy to send a photo of what I look like and whatever other details you'd want, if you wanted them :) you are seriously my most favourite author! your such a cool guy so please reply to this!
Hello?
Hi there.
I'm bored.
As am I.
It's a natural thing for me actually. No matter what I do I am always bored...I don't like it though.
Do you have a cure?
...
I like writing.
And reading.
And gaming.
And RPing.
i like writing
Writing is good.
and reading
Reading is also good.
im not much of a gamer
Gaming is good.
I like reading and writing, and gaming and Rping, but none of them seem to stop boredom form seeping through...
I like listening to music too.
whats Rping
surprise, i don't get out much
Music is also excellent.
Why don't we fight some zombies?
Role playing. For example, you control a character on a forum.
oh yeah
nah, i don't do that
but i would like to fight zombies
Like I control Sparky.
Which is an odd thing to say, on account of Sparky being my taken name.
So.
Do you have magic?
Weapon?
Thinking these things through before we start is probably a good idea.
*sees a zombie in distance*
Too late.
*grins, pulling out Makhaira*
When you say taken name, you mean in the Skulduggery world right?
I wonder where Val went...
*slices a zombie's head off*
Isn't this fun?
Oh, zombies...
My name is Zathract Mist just before we start.
Now lets begin.
*pulls out twin daggers and puts on shades*
oh dear....
i have... my fighting skills? no. Awesome weapons? no. Magic? well...
It does kill some boredom, yeah.
*throws one dagger which brings down one zombie and throws flame at another before proceeding to kicking away a third*
*grits teeth*
Yes, that is what I mean.
*drives sword into zombie, with no effect*
Crap.
*places foot against zombie's chest to aid my attempts at pulling the sword out*
I think I've got it.
*zombie's body caves around my foot*
EWWWWWW!!!!
*overbalances trying to get foot out, trips and falls with zombie on top of my*
AAAAGH!!!
*electrocutes zombie*
*pulls out foot and sword, then steps on zombie's head*
Hang on, fighting skills
*atempts to kick zombie, and ends up falling over*
oh yeah, i don't have fighting skills
Pick a magic, any magic.
*flicks the flat of my blade under zombies chin, causing it to come off*
That never gets boring.
*pick up the zombie's head and kicks it at another*
tesseracts bone braking magic
*touches zombies heaad, and it implodes*
HAHAHAHAHA
*Gets bored again after successfully stopping fourteen zombies*
Anyone think anything more interesting'll show up?
*quickly hurls a fire ball at a zombie trying to bite Nobody*
Yes, I am calling you Nobody.
Hello?
*lops a zombie's arm off*
*gets completely surrounded by zombies*
Damn.
*puts away Makhaira and makes electricity crackle around fists*
GUYS!?
*sends a flurry of punches at the nearest zombie*
*continues to laugh*
HAHAHAHAHA
Huh? What just happened?
How about vampires as well?
*small army of zombies appears out of nowhere*
That answers that question.
*rips a zombie's head off with bear hands and chucks it at a vampire*
COME AND GET ME, UGLY!
sorry, i was lost for a minute there. where are we again? and why is my dead grandfather trying to bite me?
Huh?
*looks over at Sparky*
Oh, right.
*puts twin daggers away and pulls out pistol. fires at the zombies before running out of ammo*
Well...****
*runs over to the huge crowd of zombies and flips over them, landing behind Sparky and helps her (it is a her, yes?) fight the zombies*
/end long action thing
HAHAHAHHA! Vampires!
*Breaks ones neck when it trys to atack*
Zombies and Vampires Nobody.
*sends a stream of electricity at vampire*
*laughs as the vampire writhes on the ground*
Mwahaha...
*sees bunch of very angry vampires growling at me, heckles raised*
Whoops...
*turns and dives into the crowd of zombies, slashing at them as I move deeper into the pile*
Oh, yay, Vampires!
*nearly all zombies are destroyed by this point*
*hurls two fireballs at a vampire and at catches on fire*
Hahahaha!
*ten Vampires quickly surround him*
Ahaha...ha...ha...
...DAMN IT!
Yup, I'm a girl.
Nice magic.
*pulls off scarf as a zombie starts eating it*
THAT WAS MY SPECIAL OFF-WHITE ONE!!!!
*grabs the zombies head and kicks it's body from underneath it*
*Runs after Sparky*
hey, hang on
*touches zombies lightly, causeing them to implode*
i love magic
*starts running towards negitive sanity, killing zombies and vampires on the way*
It ATE my scarf.
IT FRIKKING ATE MY SCARF!!!
*pulls off the zombies jaw*
TRY AND EAT MY BRAINS NOW, B*TCH.
*turns and gets punched by a vampires*
*flies backwards*
OW.
*gets up slowly, suspecting a few broken ribs and throws Makhaira at the vampire as hard as possible*
*smiles as the sword lands between it's eyes*
HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!!!
*grimaces as a zombie grips the sword*
Sh********t...
*Starts to reply to Sparky but a zombie accidentally knocks off my shades and then trips over them, breaking them*
*seeths with anger*
I can relate, Sparky.
*grabs the zopmbie off the ground and begins hurling fists into its head. Pushes it back with displaced air before hurling two fireballs at it and slamming it into the ground again.*
NEVER smash my sunglasses! They cost me a FORTUNE!
And now I need to disinfect my sword.
*punches the zombies head off and picks up Makhaira*
*forgets I am sorrounded by Vampires and very quickly has to duck under a fist thrown at me by one. Wishes Nobody would get here faster*
HA! that's why i never have expensive things
*Vampire rips expensive and favourite coat*
YOU SON OF A B****
AHAHAHA!
*laughs as sets Vampire on fire before being his hard in the back by another one. Turns over to see three Vampires leaning over me, showing their fangs*
...Son of a b****...
*realises that negitive sanity needs help and vampire will have to wait*
You better be worth it
*Arives and kills two vamps at once by touching their spines*
You gotta help me out here a bit
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