Prepare for some Breaking News.
On Monday, on this Blog, I will be announcing the title of Book 7- which up to now has been known simply as "Paul". It will be an epic day to remember until the end of time, or for a few days afterwards (whichever comes first).
And in the interest of random topic changes, here's a picture.
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Me has shower soon.
Hello?
Alright I'll go for my shower
Wait! Stay here!
Oh sweet heavens, I cannot contain my excitement.
Half of me expected a Weeping Angels caption for that picture :P
WOOOO VAL :D
Hi Fly!
Hi val
DUDE, ARE YOU EXCITED FOR THE TITLE? I'M EXCITED.
Hi Flame!!
Yay! Flame's here! Hi Flame!
*looks around shiftly*
Is val hAppy to see me?
ME?
Hi fly
Hi star
*shrugs* I may be delirious, Flame. I'm just happy to see that you're ON. I haven't been able to bug you for a while.
hi *hugs*
*shrugs back*'
Hm. Bug me?
I need to see sparky soon.
Hi blue
*thinks* So Flame, did you hear about, er, Spary's issue thing? The one I hopefully stopped?
wat time is it in austrailia?
wat happened?
Hi blue :)
hi invisable fly
oh hi star!!! *hugs*
"Fly" is just fine. I know typing out the "Invisible" can get cumbersome.
What issue???
Um... I think it might be best if Sparky told you, unless you really wanted to know. Then I could tell you...
I DO want to know.
Email.
ok fly, wat happened?
i'll ask her later :) i get that u trust flame more than me
Is Sparky okay?
Ok Val..
I emailed you.
r u still there star??
Why the fuck would she want to do that?
Val!!
Why?
I can't email back btw.
Don't ask ME. I'm the one who stopped her.
Jesus.
*breathes*
Why?
does any1 hav skype- i am not a peado btw... i am new to skype
Guys, maybe you should set up a separate, private chatroom somewhere, or use MSN and not the blog if it's something serious.
omg i cant stand it! wat happened?/
I think it was that everyone's just too mean on here now. A lot has happened when you weren't here. I'll see if I can find some reasons...
Whywhywhywhywhyhywhywhwyhw....
Gah.
Shower.
Brb.
Blue and Fly - it's out in the open a few pages back...
I'm going to kill whoever made her think to so that.
Hi?
I'm going for a shower..
Sorry... I was yelling at Amanda's cat...
ok... i kindof get it.......... :(
Do you guys know why Sparky considers and attempts suicide? At least that's what I got from the comments.
omg i get it now!!!!!! what made Sparky think of that!!!! :( :( :(
She has sooo much to live for
She was angry at the people here because a lot of people aren't friendly.
And the reason she was, as she said, terrified, was because she promised me she wouldn't and I got mad...
Val, do you think it's because people are becoming meaner on here? That would really be unfortunate.
poor sparky.
Every1 that is horrible on this blog read this, dont u think wat ur doing?????? If ur not going to say anything nice then dont say anything at all!! You might think this funny but its not..
I don't understand why people are mean. Every time I'm on here, I meet nothing but really friendly, if crazy, fellow Skully fans.
Do you guys know if she's talked to her parents about this, or what kind of actions she's taking in the wake of her attempts?
yayyyyy... flame is here!
now we won't star a war!!
Hello Jakro, nice to meet you. I'm Fly~
:( she probably hasnt too, shes probs too scared too.
guys... I was thinking of this last night. If one of us happened to die(I think of depressing things) we should have someone that would come on this blog so we could all know... if we didn't, we'd just think that they stopped coming on.
Well, you shouldn't bug Sparky about this. She DOUBLE promised me she wouldn't.
I'm going now, bye!
Bye Val. And we won't bug her about it. I think enough people are talking to her about it.
fly... just read your last few posts... thats really, really sad
Derek, Amanda and I arguing about your books again... yesterday it was about whether Skulduggery's bones would clack or not (I say they would!), and now we're trying to determine whether the relfection can sleep or not. I say yes. Amanda says no. Who's right? About this and the clacking? Please tell us!
Gotta go for real, bye!
bye, i promise not to bug sparky :) *hugs then diasppears*
Oh, don't worry about them. I usually only post the sad stuff because the rest of my life is boring by comparison.
the reflection can act like the're sleeping, and they can perceive less... but no dreams
I g2g too.
derek, I just read the "deleted scenes" from your original skulduggery. will you bring back the thing about valkyrie not getting her inheritance if she isn't living with her parents when she turns eighteen... PLEASE!!!!!!
*cute puppy face*
aw... flame... sparky was waiting
After Val suggested that people on the blog are mean, I think all we need to remind ourselves and others that the blog is, if you will, a sanctuary for Skulduggery fans to make friends, have fun, not worry about being judged, and to find support when we really need it. We've all helped each other in the past, and we should be striving to continue providing a comfortable space for everyone to be themselves and to love each other.
fly... I said exactly that last night, and they YELLED at me
MR. DEREK! URGENT MESSAGE! URGENT! URGENTATO! URGENTATO!
Well, not really URGENT, but, well . . .
Anyway. I have a question. A rather large question that's been living in my head since the 3rd, and BEFORE that. On the 3rd I asked you it. It's OK that u didnt answer, but I just want to ask again.
How do you keep track of verything in the Skulduggery Pleasant World? I've recently (not, actually recently. I've been doing it for 2 years)began writting stories of my own. See, I keep forgettting that this guy's dead, or that guy's dead, or that guy was eaten by a dragon or whatever. ( my book's about mythology)So, how do you do it? How do u keep track of everything?
Oh, and I might as well add XD @ pic
The other comment was on the 'Heading Down Under Again' post
star, I apologized to them... and mist still yelled at me and left
Hmm. Oddly, no one else has commented since I commented. Sheesh, ye Irish and others, we Americans dont ALL possess a contagious diseas that eats away the flesh of the victim and turns them into brain-hungry zombiemenbats.
Oh, btw, my computer must be lagging, so if someone else has commented, just ignore THIS comment entirely. >:)
I refer to the 2nd part of my last comment.
I am not Irish, minion... I'm american
Am I going crazy? I don't see anyone commenting called Star.
Hi Ameriminion. Nice to meet you. I'm Fly. Are you going to add a profile picture?
Anyway, see, that's the problem. I am the King of Trolling. I was known as catman, as wildviper, etc. etc. etc. but NOW I RETURN! I SHALL LEAD MY ARMY OF SMALLISH LIVING FATFOODS AND FASTFOODS AND PREMANTLY OCUPIE THIS BLOG!
jk.
Anyway, he'll notice, because I am writing in both ALL caps, and I have an interesting name, and so far I've commented the question 3 times, and, I'm about to write a ridiculously long story about something.
I'm not sure WHAT, though . . .
Oh, sorry about calling some people Irish.
Go Washingtoniminions
Oh, hello fly. Star's comments are rather shy, so they tend to hide, aparently. Or . .
THEY'RE NINJA COMMENTS!
Nah, it's not something you need to apologize about, Minion. A lot of the fans are from Ireland and the surrounding areas, but a lot of us are from North America too. :)
Jakro, did they yell at you for trying to be nice?
Anyway, here comes the redicuously long story.
What, is that you say?
Sorry, can't see your comments. My computer is IRRESTENT TO EVIL COMMENTS. >:) jk
It just lags
mist can be an @$$
Okay, here goes nothing . . . AHA! I got it! A story about EVIL GNOMES!
The small figures slowly walked through the shadows, nothing but the tips of their pointy hats visible out of the dark shadows . . .
Nearby, a woman walked her dog. The dog sniffed the gnomes' earthly stentch, and started barking. Suddenly, the woman and the dog were engulfed by a wave of angry midgit gnomes, tiny creatures with sharp hats. They screamed, and when the gnomes left, nothing remained of the woman and her dog but a pile of sparkly white bones . . .
The gnomes continued trekking through the shadows, simply regarded by a passerrbye as migrating squirrels. Except squirrels don't migrate. [do they?]
The gnomes continued down the dark street, until they spied Master Landy's house . . . .
Then, suddenly, something leaped out of nowhere. It was easily 3 feet tall, more than TWICE the height of the gnomes. It grabbed one gnomes and threw it like a football. The gnome speared another gnome, and both fell. The large beast continued its angry rampage through the gathering of gnomes, but soon it was defeated. One gnomes drove his blue hat through the beast's chest, shattering the creature [couldn't decide what color the blood would be].
The gnomes, chuckled, and continued towards Master Landy's house . . .
*creepy music*
Haiku time!!!!!!!!
The sky turns to ash
The death reeks against my face
I fall into grief
mists not a ass :(
he acts like one... YAYYY depressing Haikus
Inside, Mr. Landy was busy writting a chapter for his newest Best Seller. He thought what should happen next for a moment, but then he decided it would be best for [insert name here] to be kiled by [insert name here]. He nodded, and pressed one last button. Obviously, it was a period.
Then, he heard a tap. It was one of those taps. The scary taps. Tappity tap tap, he thought. Something was at his window. Derek yelped, but then he realized he would be able to destroy anything with his Awesomeness.
Derek pulled out his longsword he kept under his desk, and just encase he pulled out another ninja sword. It was curved and sharp.
Suddenly, he heard a window shatter in the back of his house . . . .
no! *gets out sword*
Hey Jakro, I've been trying to read through the past comments and I know how things tended to fall apart really quickly. I know that the others being hostile to you isn't your fault. Sometimes the minions on here can get testy, and what normally passes as a typical comment can get interpreted in the wrong way. Everyone, and I'd say even Mist, can be a good person, sometimes we all just have a bad day and need to come to the blog to run around with scissors and knives.
I have to go to work, but go ahead and shoot me an email at stephyskittles@hotmail.com if you ever need to talk. I check my email daily and I'm always ready to chat.
Alright, I gtg. Bye Minion! Ciao everyone <3
dont be tight to mist
what has he done to u!!
*puts sword back* bye, but if i hear another bad word about mist....
BTW IF U R GOING TO SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT SOME1 SAY IT SOMEWHERE PRIVATE!
The gnomes charged forward, heads tilted forwards to destroy anything in their way. As the gnomes ran into Master Derek's study, they stopped.
"Oh . . . my . . . god." One of the gnomes said. "It's DEREK LANDY!"
Derek thought for a moment. "Um, yes. It's me. Hello."
The gnomes roared with anger and charged forward. Derek shrugged, and attacked with his two swords. The gnomes shattered like glass plates under Master Landy's blades, but everytime he destroyed one, eight more would come.
Derek yelped as one hit him in the leg. Those hats HURT!
Then, suddenly the whole house shook. The fighting stopped.
"What was that?" Derek Landy asked.
"We killed your guard . . . " The gnomes mumbled.
Master Landy raised his eyebrows. The guard wasn't supposed to be in battle, but, well, what ELSE could Guard Elves do.
"You killed Mike?" Derek asked.
The gnomes nodded.
"You CAN'T kill Mike." Derek said. "I'll just glue him back together."
The house shook again.
"WHAT is that!?" Derek asked again. "One of your BACKUPS, eh?"
"No . . ." One of the gnomes said. "It must be . . . the Trolls."
"Damn." Derek said.
"Damn indeed . . . " The gnomes said.
Happy haikus!
An ocean of sky
Many ever changing clouds
The wind whips my face
Psst... we just made a youtube video... it was from just now, because I was trying to get a hairbrush from the other side of the room...
Anyway, it's called "Valkyrie Cain's magical powers" and me and Amanda start talking all weird and stuff
Outside, three giant creatures stood. They were as tall as large trees, and their shoulders were large. They had dark gray skin, and horns reached out of their skulls.
They looked rather evil.
The trolls rammed into the sturdy house.
Inside, one of Derek's chairs fell over. Derek shrugged. He didn't really like the chair anyways.
The house shook again.
"That's IT!" Derek said."We need to get rd of these Magical Creatures. MINIONS!"
Suddenly, shouting was heard from outside.
Derek walked over to the window, and saw them. Hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of people were crowded around his house, blasting down the trolls with various discouraging comments.
The trolls roared. "We just WANTED SOME TEA!" The trolls yelled, and exploded with bright orange light.
The gnomes stood silent.
"Um, we'll just be leaving . . . " They said. Then, the turned and ran outside.
Master Derek nodded. "And STAY OUT!" He called after them. "Oh, Minions!" He called outside. "You can go home now."
The minions nodded, waved goodbye, and dissapeared, each one logging out of the Blogs.
Derek sighed. This had happened every night since Gnomeo and Juliet had came out. The gnomes didn't like movies like that.
He shrugged.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes. He was on his couch. It was morning, and the TV in front of him was on.
"Last time I watch any show like THAT again." Derek said, and turned off the TV.
Now, I'm gonna right ANOTHER one. But this one is going to VAGUELY make sense. >:)
Tesseract walked down the silent sreet. It was sometime around the year 1999. He honestly didn't care.
His target was simple. The American Necromancers wanted him to kill Dr. Yosef VanDoug. He honestly snickered the first time he heard the name. Well, not really. No, he didn't snicker at all. In fact, he scowled.
VanDoug was known throughout the Underworld. Actually, THE Underowrld. He had died several times already.
The Necromancers feared him. They feared a man who could defeat the flow of life. VanDoug had outsmarted EVERYONE.
But not Tesseract.
VanDoug chuckled. He was watching TV. The funny cartoons were on now. It was around 7:30 pm, and that was when The Simpsons came on. He chuckles when Homer was hit by a car. He always did.
Then, his doorbell rang. It was probably some Necromancer again.
They popped up occasionally, weapons in their hands. It was rather easy to defeat them, because he had installed a simple pit in front of his door. All he had to do was press a button and they'd be washed away, falling twenty feet into the sewers bellow.
It was fun doing that, VanDoug remembered.
VanDoug walked over to the door and opened it.
No one was there.
VanDoug stepped outside.
Then, he felt it. Someone was watching him. SomeTHING. It was nearby. VanDoug SENSED it.
VanDoug ducked, and the blade missed him. VanDoug leaped sideways, slamming into his attacker. His attacker was a big man. But VanDoug was even bigger.
He and the assassin tumbled sideways off the steps, landing into the bushes.
The assassin rolled up and drove a punch into VanDoug's chest. Except, VanDoug saw it coming. With a twist and a little bit of magic, the attacker was launched sideways.
VanDoug laughed.
He continued forward, but the assassin drove a leg up into VanDoug's chest. VanDoug flew backwards, falling into the bushes again.
The attacker continued forward, but VanDoug was gone.
Maybe I should explain Yosef VanDoug's true power. He was arguably the most resourcefull Sorcerer on Earth. He was able to fool the Laws of Physics.
It was rather easy, VanDoug always thought. The Laws were just laws. Laws were meant to be broken. VanDoug was a scientist, a sorcerer, and a tricker. He easily broke them. Who could stop him?
See, his powers worked this way: his energy--he had a lot of it--would be used to exit him from the Stream before it erased his memory. He had started off as a skinny man, then he had become a a regular-shaped woman, and then he had become this huge man. Each one had died, but he had entered their body before their body was gone. See, he was able to Possess people. He Entered their mind, and hacked into it. He was arguably the best hacker.
Tesseract wasn't away of this.
When VanDoug suddenly went limp, Tesseract expected a trap. He stalked forward, and gently tapped VanDoug's skull. The skull cracked, and his brains spilled out. Tesseract knew he was dead now, so he had no idea who the hell drove a sharp object into his back.
Tesseract spun around, his forarms raised. His elbow drove into his attacker's face, sending the person flying backwards.
Tesseract suddenly felt something enter his mind. He tried to stop it. But it had entered it. Who he was was simply shoved aside, and VanDoug entered his mind. And took control. Tesseract was aware of this as it was happening, but he couldn't stop it.
Tesseract was not Tesseract anymore. He was Yosef VanDoug.
And that give me and Idea.
As you all probably know, the Earth is REALLY old. Generally, scientists agree it is 4.6 billion years old.
Which, is, approxiamtly right. So, what happened between today and the first day of Earth?
Many beleive the Earth wasn't habitable back then.
They are laughed at.
So, what eactly lived? What was there? Well, that is an exelent question. And, it is best answered in a story.
How was that for an intro?
*exactly
And, here begins our story. It is a rather lengthy story, as stories general tend to be (Curse you stories!!!!).
It begins in a city. But, alas, this city is not where one might expect. Our city starts Elsewhere.
Elsewhere is generally understood as one of the many Otherworlds circiling the Earth, which wasn't a thing back then, but an idea.
So, here begins our story, in the icy world of Niflheim.
The small children ran down the icy street. They had long gotten used to the general icyness of their world, but alas, one of them fell. It was rather funny, but we will not stray to hilarious topics.
The children continued running down the street. No, they were not being chased. They were late. Lateness wasn't good.
Here he exit from the scene of running (and falling) children, and our expensive helicopter takes us to a large stadium.
Here, on either side, the two species sat.
They had discovered eachother's existness a couple decades back, and they had taken full advantage of it. They challenged eachother, fought eachother, raged rather costly wars, eatched expensive plays with eachother, and generally, the cross-mixed until their was the First Kingdom, the Second Kingdom, and the Third Kingdom.
The Third Kingdom was of the crossbreads, and they were generally caught in the middle of the wars. They were a consfused folk, not knowing where the belonged. The First Kingdom were tall and strong, but then again the others were too.
The First Kingdom, you ask, what where they? Well, the First Kingdom was of the jotnar. They were a tall folk, origniating in the Icy World they resided in. They were covered with a thick fur, which was rather common where they were. The Second Kingdom, you ask, who were they!? They were of the fiery land of Muspelheim. Their skin was hard, and they loved heat. Sadly, the First Kingdom held all the games in their world, so they were constantly in discomfort.
Down below, at the base of the rocky stadium, two warriors fought. One wore bright white armor, and carried a smooth blade of ice. His name was Bor, and he was the king of the First Kingdom.
His opponent was tall. He carried a jagged blade of a dark metal, and his eyes glowed like embers brought from a volcano.
And, they decided the fate of all three Kingdoms.
hi!! *hug
thats gd :)
I'm watching you
All of you
Especially Valkyrie
Because I love her
Bor roared with pain as his opponent drove his sword, carving a sunken ravine in Bor's thick arm. His opponent was the king of the Second Kingdom. He had become king from his pure strength, and he loved the screams of pains as he killed his targets.
Bor ignored the bruning sensation in his arm, and drove his blade forward. The King of the Second Kingdom knocked he blade away. He will remain unnamed.
The blade flew from Bor's hand, clattering several yards away.
the First Kingdom was silent, the Second full of cheers, and the Third generally confused.
Before Bor could snatch his blade up, the other king drove his blade through Bor's chest, the jagged blade completely ignoring the weak metal.
Bor stiffened. The other king, with some effort, pulled the sword out of Bor's muscles flesh. Silver blood covered the sword.
Bor collasped to his knees, then, he fell to the ground, face-first. Blood spread outwards from the carcass.
The Second King slid his blade into his scabbard, and placed his foot onto Bor's back. He raised his hand, and the Second and Third kingdom cheered. The Third Kingdom was no longer confused.
With a single thrust, the Second Kingdom had plunged the pre-human world into a great Civil War.
Bor roared with pain as his opponent drove his sword, carving a sunken ravine in Bor's thick arm. His opponent was the king of the Second Kingdom. He had become king from his pure strength, and he loved the screams of pains as he killed his targets.
Bor ignored the bruning sensation in his arm, and drove his blade forward. The King of the Second Kingdom knocked he blade away. He will remain unnamed.
The blade flew from Bor's hand, clattering several yards away.
the First Kingdom was silent, the Second full of cheers, and the Third generally confused.
Before Bor could snatch his blade up, the other king drove his blade through Bor's chest, the jagged blade completely ignoring the weak metal.
Bor stiffened. The other king, with some effort, pulled the sword out of Bor's muscles flesh. Silver blood covered the sword.
Bor collasped to his knees, then, he fell to the ground, face-first. Blood spread outwards from the carcass.
The Second King slid his blade into his scabbard, and placed his foot onto Bor's back. He raised his hand, and the Second and Third kingdom cheered. The Third Kingdom was no longer confused.
With a single thrust, the Second Kingdom had plunged the pre-human world into a great Civil War.
oh, i think i pressed 'publish' twice. >:)
Oh God... Caelan's here...
hi valkyrie
Agh... I hate vampire stalkers... they're so annoying...
Now, let's jump ahead several years. Now the Great Civil War is ending. Neither side is winning. Million of dead scattered the battlefields, the dead from both sides.
Maybe I should explain why these two know eachother at all. See, back then, the World was a rather weak place. The Laws of Reality had not yet been written. See, what would happen if there was as Rip? A Shred? A small pencil-hole like shape in Space-Time? Well, it would be disastrous. Whole worlds would be ripped. Shredded. Incinerated by some invisible and impossible force.
But, what if someone had put as small tack through it? A small pinprick of a whole? Not so bad, you might say. The effects? Well, a Hole between the two planets. A trail: a Portal, one might say. So, that is how the people of Niflheim got to know the people of Muspelheim, the fiery world, and vice versa. Now, you nod, and say. "Ahhhh. Now it KIND of makes sense. At least he was an explanation!"
i love you valkyri
*hole
*a
I don't love you Caelan.
i know how to spell your name
I can spell my name too.
So, now it is near the end of the great War, and neither side is really enthuasiastic anymore.
So, now it is time for the Third Kingdom to make an appearence.
The Third Kingdom had allied itself with the Second one early on, but then the 3 Brothers came. Their names were Vili, Ve, and, of course, Odin. They were the sons of Bors, born of Bestla the giantess.
They were strong, and they fought valiantly, avenging their father's death. But, obviously, something Bad will happen. Very, very Bad.
See, see, you will see. As that small pinprick of a hole was used more and more often, Reality was generaly broken. So, now it is time for the infamous Thing to come. The Thing, as it was generally known as, was Magic. There were many other Things, like the Apples that made creatures get younger and stronger. Magic had been discovered a few centuries back, by infamous serial killer Ymir. He had wondered to far into the Plains, where criminals were sent as punishment. Reality was especially weak there. He had been give a 'Great Power'. It was Magic, clearly. He was able to do impossible things. He shifted his appearence, summoned matter, banished matter. But, in the night, Bor had sent his men to kill Ymir. Ymir was killed while he slept, his throught slit.
As the First Kingdom became hopeless in the middle of the war, many were blamed. Odin, Vili, and Ve were some. They explored the Plains for Ymir, and they found him. His powers leaked outwards, changing the world around him. Odin was gifted with powers to do Impossible things, and then the First kingdom began to win the war. Then, the Second Kingdom found magic too, and now Reality was weakened much, much more. Soon, the war died down. Exterminated. They signed a truce, but then another war broke out.
A jotun named Kronus became King of the First kingdom, and he desired to kill Odin and all those who harmed the world. He, of course, had the strength to do that. He was able to, as he had Magic too. A great war broke out. Odin led his forces with several hundred of these infamous Magic-doers. Soon, Kronus's forces were fouhght back, but Odin was an enemy. So, he decided to create a new world for himself. For his allies. For justice. This world was called Earth. No one knows how he created it, and how he was know several billion years later as well as he was in his time. No one knows, but one can imagine.
Because they still walk amogst us. They live like us, talk like us, look like us, but the aren't us. They are Them. The Ancients. Those who were best left unknown. Of course, soon, they weren't. Soon, another war will break. Soon.
Of course, I wrote that in 30 minutes, and it is VAGUELY similar to the story I'm actually writing. So, I ask you Derek. Will you asnwer my question?
MR. DEREK! URGENT MESSAGE! URGENT! URGENTATO! URGENTATO!
Well, not really URGENT, but, well . . .
Anyway. I have a question. A rather large question that's been living in my head since the 3rd, and BEFORE that. On the 3rd I asked you it. It's OK that u didnt answer, but I just want to ask again.
How do you keep track of verything in the Skulduggery Pleasant World? I've recently (not, actually recently. I've been doing it for 2 years)began writting stories of my own. See, I keep forgettting that this guy's dead, or that guy's dead, or that guy was eaten by a dragon or whatever. ( my book's about mythology)So, how do you do it? How do u keep track of everything?
MR. DEREK! URGENT MESSAGE! URGENT! URGENTATO! URGENTATO!
Well, not really URGENT, but, well . . .
Anyway. I have a question. A rather large question that's been living in my head since the 3rd, and BEFORE that. On the 3rd I asked you it. It's OK that u didnt answer, but I just want to ask again.
How do you keep track of verything in the Skulduggery Pleasant World? I've recently (not, actually recently. I've been doing it for 2 years)began writting stories of my own. See, I keep forgettting that this guy's dead, or that guy's dead, or that guy was eaten by a dragon or whatever. ( my book's about mythology)So, how do you do it? How do u keep track of everything?
I am the minion you should notice. I have a reson too. I will never stop. I will be here when you least expect it. For, i am AMERICANMINION!
*theme song*
MR. DEREK! URGENT MESSAGE! URGENT! URGENTATO! URGENTATO!
Well, not really URGENT, but, well . . .
Anyway. I have a question. A rather large question that's been living in my head since the 3rd, and BEFORE that. On the 3rd I asked you it. It's OK that u didnt answer, but I just want to ask again.
How do you keep track of verything in the Skulduggery Pleasant World? I've recently (not, actually recently. I've been doing it for 2 years)began writting stories of my own. See, I keep forgettting that this guy's dead, or that guy's dead, or that guy was eaten by a dragon or whatever. ( my book's about mythology)So, how do you do it? How do u keep track of everything?
MR. DEREK! URGENT MESSAGE! URGENT! URGENTATO! URGENTATO!
Well, not really URGENT, but, well . . .
Anyway. I have a question. A rather large question that's been living in my head since the 3rd, and BEFORE that. On the 3rd I asked you it. It's OK that u didnt answer, but I just want to ask again.
How do you keep track of verything in the Skulduggery Pleasant World? I've recently (not, actually recently. I've been doing it for 2 years)began writting stories of my own. See, I keep forgettting that this guy's dead, or that guy's dead, or that guy was eaten by a dragon or whatever. ( my book's about mythology)So, how do you do it? How do u keep track of everything?
>:)
I AM TROLLMAN!
MR. DEREK! URGENT MESSAGE! URGENT! URGENTATO! URGENTATO!
Well, not really URGENT, but, well . . .
Anyway. I have a question. A rather large question that's been living in my head since the 3rd, and BEFORE that. On the 3rd I asked you it. It's OK that u didnt answer, but I just want to ask again.
How do you keep track of verything in the Skulduggery Pleasant World? I've recently (not, actually recently. I've been doing it for 2 years)began writting stories of my own. See, I keep forgettting that this guy's dead, or that guy's dead, or that guy was eaten by a dragon or whatever. ( my book's about mythology)So, how do you do it? How do u keep track of everything?
I am very sorry I have to weild the COPY & PASTE BUTTON! MAWAHAHAHA!
Anyway, I am sure he will notice me. I am sure he will . . . .>:)
i hate fletcher
MR. DEREK! URGENT MESSAGE! URGENT! URGENTATO! URGENTATO!
Well, not really URGENT, but, well . . .
Anyway. I have a question. A rather large question that's been living in my head since the 3rd, and BEFORE that. On the 3rd I asked you it. It's OK that u didnt answer, but I just want to ask again.
How do you keep track of verything in the Skulduggery Pleasant World? I've recently (not, actually recently. I've been doing it for 2 years)began writting stories of my own. See, I keep forgettting that this guy's dead, or that guy's dead, or that guy was eaten by a dragon or whatever. ( my book's about mythology)So, how do you do it? How do u keep track of everything?
1st
1st
Caelan, last I remember Valkyrie killed you. 0-o
Zombie vampire!?
1st
Oh, I was first
Hello all!!
>:)
Mwahahahah!
I love her so much I came back to life
Mwahahah! Caelan! You cannot BEAT THE POWER OF MY SUPREME SPAMMING!
MR. DEREK! URGENT MESSAGE! URGENT! URGENTATO! URGENTATO!
Well, not really URGENT, but, well . . .
Anyway. I have a question. A rather large question that's been living in my head since the 3rd, and BEFORE that. On the 3rd I asked you it. It's OK that u didnt answer, but I just want to ask again.
How do you keep track of verything in the Skulduggery Pleasant World? I've recently (not, actually recently. I've been doing it for 2 years)began writting stories of my own. See, I keep forgettting that this guy's dead, or that guy's dead, or that guy was eaten by a dragon or whatever. ( my book's about mythology)So, how do you do it? How do u keep track of everything?
I weild the power of edit copy edit paste, btw
*rolls eyes at Caelan* You should've stayed dead.
I DEDICATE THIS PAGE TO ALL MINIONS! WE ARE THE COMMENTS! WE ARE YOUR MINIONS!
WE . . .. ARE . . .. BLOGGERS!
Damn, I said the same thing twice.
2012!
btw, i gtg. Soon, though
I have to go...
IN YOUR FACE CAELAN! I'M LEAVING!
Bye!!!
Umm... Am I invisible now??
So, I have left my mark. One last time, I ask, Mr. Derek.
MR. DEREK! URGENT MESSAGE! URGENT! URGENTATO! URGENTATO!
Well, not really URGENT, but, well . . .
Anyway. I have a question. A rather large question that's been living in my head since the 3rd, and BEFORE that. On the 3rd I asked you it. It's OK that u didnt answer, but I just want to ask again.
How do you keep track of verything in the Skulduggery Pleasant World? I've recently (not, actually recently. I've been doing it for 2 years)began writting stories of my own. See, I keep forgettting that this guy's dead, or that guy's dead, or that guy was eaten by a dragon or whatever. ( my book's about mythology)So, how do you do it? How do u keep track of everything?
Oh, and If u do notice, please dont asnwer now, because I have to go
Goodbye MINIONS! GOODBYE COMMENTERS.
GOOBYE BLOGGERS!
*goodbye, that is. >:)
If my love Valkyrie has gone I should too. I'm off to go stalk her now. Bye
Yup... It's Official, I am Invisible!!
AND IRELAND BEAT SCOTLAND IN THE RUGBY!!
I AM REALLY HAPPY NOW :D
Hello Star!!
I am Team Fletcher so everyone is Clear!!
I think Vampires in General Suck!! I am more of a Werewolf Gal ;)
FLAME ARE YOU STILL HERE!?!?!?!?!?!?
Oh yes I am.
Oh, yeah, that was pretty awesome.
FLAME!!!
*hugs him really, really hard*
*slinks into darkness*
*hugs back*
Ok... What was this I heard about the reallly bad thing?
Not a problem.
*hugs him again*
IRELAND WON THE RUGBY!! :D
Hell Yeah *hi fives nj*
Anyway.
That's good sparky.
*hugs*
It is.
*smiles at Flame*
*Hi-5's* I am soo happy!!
Hi Blue.
hi *hugs* hw r u?
Pretty damn excellent.
good :)
It is that.
is it 6 oclock in the morning in austrailia??
Sparky..
@Blue, Yes.
@Flame, Yeeees?
Am....
Well....
You.....
See.........
Yeeees?
*drumroll*
My mother suggested.
Your mother suggested what?
TELL ME!!!
That.
SPIT IT OUT FLAME, I CAN'T TAKE IT!!!!!
shhhh star there is announcement from flame
Maybe.
If Ireland is still bad.
*puts two and two together*
NO WAY!
Well done star! @Sparky CONGRATS!!!!!!!!!
Sssh.
That after junior cert.
*Laughs excitedly*
For a year.
We move to austrailia.
And then we come back.
And then after school if we liked it. We go back for good.
...What's Junior Cert?
Hello??
Hiiiiiii Shadow!!!
Exams in third year.
Then in ty (transition year aka 4th year) we go.
Hi Flame has exciting news *Jumping excitedly*
...And which year are you in now?
Nothing has been confirmed, but more than likely, it's a yes.
Shhh Star there is a important moment going on!!!! But ok then, or animal controlling
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