Be right back, my dog is barking...
Okay then, I'm back. Sorry about that. Sometimes Mable likes to bark at walls. All very understandable, considering she has a brain the size of a pea. Before I continue I must warn you, as it says in the title, this is not a Blog post. This is me, wasting time.
Writers love wasting time. Oh we love it so much. We sit at our desks, stare at our screens, contemplate the plot points and issues we have to tackle, and then we go and make ourselves a nice cup of coffee.
(Well, other writers do. I don't drink coffee. Instead of making myself coffee, I check on my dogs instead. The end result is the same. Time wasted, I mean. Not a cup of coffee.)
Why am I wasting time? Because I need a break from editing the book and I can't justify actually stopping work- so instead I delay work. It's all very scientific.
For those of you paying attention, I finished the first draft of KOTW last week. My editor loves it. He reckons it's the best book so far. So now I'm doing the rewrite, which isn't so much a rewrite as an edit-
- hold on, cat needs to let in-
Right, where was I? The edit
-sorry, second cat popped up on the windowsill, and then the third, and then I had to feed them, so I've done that, and I'm back-
is going well and it's going smoothly, primarily because there are no real structural changes that need to be made to the story. I might have to get rid of a tiny little subplot here or there, but mostly it's plain sailing. Really, most of the work stems from the bits I missed out in the first place, such as descriptions and the beginnings and endings of chapters. The plan is to have this edited by Tuesday, then work on it some more the following week, and eventually hand it over, ready to be printed, by the second week of May. Ooooh deadlines... they're so funny...
But I haven't JUST been working. Oh no. I found some time to relax and have some fun, too. Last Saturday night I went to dinner with a very pretty lady (who hates when I use her name in this Blog so I won't use it) and then on Monday we drove up to Cork and visited a school that was composed primarily of insane children. It was all very odd, but a lot of fun.
Since then, though, I've been back at work, doing my very best to ignore everything going on around me. There are so many things I have to do when this book is finished that I literally don't know where to start. For example, remember those competition winners I have to send out signed copies of Death Bringer to? Yeah, haven't sent them yet. They've been sitting on my kitchen table for MONTHS. The fact is, at this point I'm thinking why bother send them off at all? Since I've waited this long to do anything about it, why don't I wait a teensy bit longer? At some stage over the summer I'll be getting my box of brand new Kingdom of the Wicked books, so I may as well include a signed copy of THAT as well.
So congratulations, competition winners, you'll probably be getting TWO signed books AND The End Of The World. Yay!
Sigh... I can't put it off any longer. Must get back to work. The dogs aren't barking and all the cats are in and fed. There is nothing left to waste my time with.
I think I might have to start drinking coffee...
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«Oldest ‹Older 401 – 600 of 4831 Newer› Newest»You were right, Star. And the headache's already leaving. I feel it.
Coolio:)
I had a really bad headi once . . . It was . . . Painful.
I know what you mean, Star. I had such a bad headache once, I rested that WHOLE day and didn't wake up till late that night. Didn't even eat.
So, your headis that go away when you drink water, that's just dehydration, right?
I never get those:)
Yeah, it's the dehydration. That's cause I don't drink water much. Not that thirsty most of the time.
I have never watched Dr. Who, and I'm, reading, so i'll be back in about half an hour
Bye!
Bye Nix. :)
I never was thirsty much . . . My dad always forces me to drink at breakfast. Even when i tried to explain i didn't need to coz of the milk in my cereal.
I drink at every mealtime . . .
May the fours be with you nix!
Bye nix
Bye, Nixion.
*sighs and closes eyes, listening to what's around and feeling the breeze in face, leaning head back*
Not that I'm listening to anyone talking, seeing as it's a little quiet at the moment.
*murmurs*
I like it when Blogland is peaceful. Not a care to worry about. No fighting, just friends talking.
Never really paid attention to the way Blogland looked much. I thought vaguely about the woods and lake, but never any details. But now, my imagination's coming back. And I'm imagining a peaceful scene.
*smiles a little*
¿¡
Hehe. Upside down world.
*holds onto tree branch with feet and looks at Mist upside down*
*lies down on grass*
*grins up at Eve*
hello...?
*looks at link*
Is it just the sounds of rain, or is there something more to the website?
*speaks softly*
I like the sound of rain sometimes. A quiet rainfall.
If I actually think of all the sights, sounds, scents, and feelings in Blogland, I think I'll actually fall asleep.
Hi Thrust.
*smiles*
):
^does this upside down world come conplete with upside down smiles?
(:
^AND UPSIDE DOWN FROWNS!
Hi thrust!
It's just the sound. Rain makes everything better.
*hears thunder*
And thunder.
*curls up under the tree Eve is hanging from and smiles up at her*
*laughs*
Upside down sounds funny. :P < Bet that face will be the same no matter what direction it's in.
I'm writing a story.
This one's different from all my others for a number of reasons. Namely the fact that I actually know the ending.
Here is the begining if you care. ( you don't have to read it, but if you do, tell me what you think, i know there's not much THERE, but I'm talking about the style and poeticness of it) :
A strong feeling of longing was sent through my body, as I looked up at the bright blue sky, drawing in the beautiful summer air that danced in my lungs; I was going to miss summer.
My friend Sam and I walked up Welling Road to get to our town’s high school. The road was paved on a mountain, which begins all the way at the base of the river, and ascends from there, from its peak, it curves down towards the western side of town and levels off in the middle of the mountain, from which the road continues on.
I like the rain sometimes too.
And i LOVE the wind.
I like it, Thrust. It's good. :)
*smiles back at him*
I am a possum. :D
Unless your holding in pee.
If you need to go to the bathroom, and your teacher doesn;t let you leave the class, I don't think the relaxing sound of rain would be on my list of things that make every thing better.
*laughs*
Eve the possum. :P
:)
It's good, Thrust
Hi lav!
Hi star!
Hi Zath!
Hi Eve!
Possum Power!!!
I want a tail...
*laughs at Thrust's comment*
*says between laughing*
True, Thrust. Very true.
Hi thrust...
*gives eve a tail somehow*
I'll give you a tail for Christmas.
I don't want a tail!
*obliterates tail*
*smiles*
Some people say that laughter is the best medicine. I think that's true. Sometimes.
Yay! Christmas!
Can't wait til Christmas.
Yes you can.
Yeah, I guess you're right.
I think it's really good, thrust. I can just imagin all the summeryness.
On the second half of it,all those complicated words mean you have to read it over a second time carefully before you understand it, but that means that people pay more attention to it. AF does that. AF being very hard to understand fully means you learn something new ftom it every time you read it.
Anyway, i'm not saying the last bit being hard tp understand is a bad thing, i was just making you aware of it.
Wow, that rain is heavy!
...Oh, wait.
You listening to the link you posted?
by AF, do you mean artimis fowl?
Yes.
Of course. *hits head*
My head feels so full of blood.
Mist, do you mind putting a trampoline right there? *points to spot beneath self*
I have notes on my story. I need to get them, but they're in the hall. I need to be stealthy. ninja-like.
Wish me luck...
*listens to conversation from the tree I sit beside, eyes closed and silent*
Brb
*or not so silent*
Good luck, Thrust. :)
*sees a trampoline materialize out of no where into the place Eve pointed at*
...
*shrugs*
Sometimes? *grins*
The following is just a few things i thought up, they do NOT apply to me.
"Honesty is the best policy. Sometimes."
"I keep promises. Sometimes."
"I'm a very strict catholic. Sometimes."
"I don't lie. Sometimes."
"I do all the cooking and cleaning for the whole house. Sometimes."
Yeah . . . Sometimes . . .
AF means artemis fowl, yes. I love AF. Ask any of the regulars.
Ok, I got them.
I held my breath the whole time, for no reaso. I was trying to keep quiet, but the floor didn't seem to understand that. Every step creaked. I snatched the notes up from the floor, which is where they were, and trecked back, louder than I would have liked...
But YAY! here they are! *waves notes* now I can finish.
Star... I AM a regular.
Yup, Star loved AF.
The 'sometimes' depends, Star. If it's something that's not physical, an emotion, then laughter WOULD be the best medicine. That's what I meant by sometimes. It can't really help-
*thinks*
Well... maybe it can. Maybe laughter might not be the BEST medicine at times, but it's still something good that can be used in times of need.
*hasn't been very silent*
Good job getting the notes, Thrust! :)
*lets go of branch and bounces off trampoline*
*rolls down a hill*
Our house has a creaky floor . . . Some bit atecreaky and some bits aren't, but the creaky bits are unavoidable. The top of fhe stairs is all creaky. The bottom of the stairs is also all creaky. When i creep downstairs to switch the network on, i creak.
Yeah, like at... a funeral. The last thing you want to do is laugh...
Can't stay quiet, can I? Always has something to say.
This is why I bet I'll get annoying, at most, a day after I meet you... My mom says I can talk ears off, so I give a warning now.
*shrugs* you be noisy or silent as you wish, lavender.
*voice turns serious*
I definitely agree with that, Thrust.
Kk laveranio.
I tried to learn where the floor creaks in my house. It's hard cuz it's all carpet, and even harder when it's dark. Also, it appears the floor creaks more than it used to. I have mastered avoiding creaky stairs in my house.
*voice turns light again*
Well, I just HAVE to say something when I think it's something I have to say. Even if I want to be quiet at the time.
Hmm. That's what got flame into trouble, laughing at death. I think he was probs just trying to cheer things up . . .
*rereads comment*
That didn't make sense, did it?
I know where the floors creak at my house. No stairs though.
*is solemn*
Star, when you said that, I got a bad image in my head...
You can talk all you want, Lav; here, our ears are invisible to your power
Not about Flame, just about laughing at Death. The image was that only the suicidal people laugh at death...
*gets a worried look*
The stairs and landing in our house is carpet. My brother's room is carpet. My sister's room and my parent's room and my room and the living room are floorboards with a rug over part of the floor. The kitchen and the bathroom and the hall and the conservitory and the downstairs toilet are all plastic floor.
So I bet it'll be your eyes here. And brain at trying to comprehend some of my sentences that, I feel, don't make sense sometimes...
Does plastic creek?
We'll manage
I have hardwood floor in one hall and two rooms. The rest is all carpet. Except the kitchen. That has tile.
Ugh...
What's up, Sparky?
*smiles at Thrust*
I don't talk much when I first meet someone. But as they get to know me, I'll be talking nonstop! :P
Or at least till I have nothing else to say.
Any good?
http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff372/NeoZathier/ChaosGlobe.png
The roof.
I responded to Gab's What If...
Hi Sparky. You tired from last night?
Carpet everywhere except kitchen, (plastic), bathroom, (some sortta marble tile), and basement (stone, covered by carpet)
No. He was, according to dragona, making fun of aquila's dead friend. According dragona. No arguement intended.
I know where the creak is in my room. And i know that the whole patch of floor at the top of the stairs is creaky. And the bottom few steps are creaky.
That's all i need to know, i THINK . . . In my defense, i'm not an observant person, and i HAVE only lived in my house five years, and there aren't really many creaks . . .
Creaking is unavoidable so usually i just go and creak.
The pic gives me a small headache Zath, it's simply too wobbly and fluro.
Cool, Mist. :)
Hi Sparky!
dang! WHy can't I veiw your stuff, MIST?? I'm sure it's teriffic as all your work, but sorry, all i see is "this photo has been moved or deleted"
It's bucketing down here! It sounds like it's raining inside my room
I would be a ghost too.
*thinks*
Like a HP type ghost. Except I can go even to places I'd never been when I was alive.
The first thing I thought when I saw my name among the dead, was shock. Then I laughed. Being a ghost would be fun.
Hiya Nix. :)
In my old house the kitchen and the landing(?) on the floor the kitchen was on was all red and yellow tiles.
My old house had a lot of floors, two rooms per floor, so it was a bit confuzzling.
Mist, that pic looks really cool.
Oh, and it's hailing and thunderstorms are in the background
It's so damn loud
Hi sparky and nix!
Red and yellow STONE tiles. The floor was pretty cold . . .
Hi sparky!
hi nix!
Wow, Nix. Seems like that cloud went all the way to where you are. We had weather like that a while ago.
Star, if I ever come over to your house, I'LL KNOW!
I feel like writing something, but what...?
I'm writing about aliens!
AAAAALLLIIIIEEEENNNSSSS!!!!!!
Hi Nix
It was raining in Adelaide yesterday and this morning, but now it's reasonably sunny.
AAAAALLLLLLIENS!
well, now I'm just writing the word "aliens" a lot of times....
It's only quatre to seven, but i've been up an hour. So i think i'll go have breakfast . . . Bb soon.
k Star
Alien. That's a slimey green word.
*really goes now*
See ya, Star. :)
Oh, sorry, quatre to EIGHT. Not soooo early. Just, my phone clock hss,the numver seven in it. *goes*
*sigh* today... I was looking through some of the things I wrote in the past year. I was truely impressed. I was funny, and wrote well.
I don't think I compare to myself in the olden days to now... *sighs again*
Right now, I was looking through the stuff on my laptop... Here's an aftermath that I thought was good. (It's titled "an aftermath" there's no story, this is the whole writen thing.):
Thomas Girsil opened the closet door. His room was back. There were no more vines on the lamp and ceiling or mutant plants attacking his bed. The deadly screeches no more than a nightmarish memory.
He was safe, and most importantly, alive. All of his projects were ruined, of course, and all his work into the years – worthless. Not completely worthless, Thomas reminded himself, he won’t make the same mistakes as he had last time. He will be more prepared for what may come later on. Thomas closed his eyes at the memory of ugly screeches of the Rophack. They were echoing in his skull, rattling his brain. Thomas winced and tried to push away anything to do with the Rophack. He picked a stray vine from the floor. Kerphilee and Temergrey did their best to clean up but there was still an unacceptable mess that suggested an upheaval of some sort.
Thomas groaned disapprovingly, and made his way passed his work table, to his bed. He sat down and looked at the room. Thomas groaned again, his head was pounding he couldn’t stand it. The screeches replayed themselves in his head like an annoying song. He thought about his projects. He would have to replace the old ones and continue his research. I will, he promised himself, I will get started immediately. Thomas pressed his fingers to his temples. Or maybe tomorrow. If I feel better, he added, and with that he lay down and tried to get some sleep.
I may have posted this on here before...
So i've been awake TWO hours. *really does go now*
bye, star!
It's cool, Thrust. Reminds my a bit of a weird dream I had...
*me
The guy next door is singing I can see a rainbox
...?
*rainbow
Mutant plants, yeah, definitely like my dream.
But I had that dream a few years ago. And I can STILL remember a bit.
I found something interesting that I did for school.
It's weird, which makes me want to share it...
I'll post it whether you read it or not.
(rrrrreeeeeaaaadddd iiiiitttt)
OK, HERE:
THE MUSTACHE
“OK we all knew this would happen someday, but I never in all my life did I expect you to be behind it all.”
“I told you, it wasn’t me! Why would I do that? Tell me why I would go ahead and paint a mustache on the Mona Lisa?”
“I don’t know… You’ve done a lot of strange things,” Dad said, thinking, “You hid hotdogs in the library’s laptops and… in those people’s clothes.”
“Dad, that wasn’t me either! Why don’t you ever listen to me! That was Patty! I even showed you she had a secret stash of them in the French teacher’s file cabinet!”
“And that’s exactly how I knew it was you who did it.”
“That… Wasn’t… Me!” I said angrily. “Why do you always keep blaming me for stuff I didn’t even do!”
“Well, I even saw you when you scratched my car.”
“You did. I am very sorry about that, Dad, but that was one thing, and it didn’t even involve a whole society in mortal terror like all the other things you blame me for. Do you really expect me to be perfect one hundred percent of the time, and the one time I do something wrong I’m now bad one hundred percent of the time?”
“Not one hundred percent of the time. I remember when you did your homework last week. You were a good boy.” Dad’s face was stern. “But this is serious, Johan. People all around the world come here to Paris in order to see the Mona Lisa, and you’ve gone and given her a mustache. The ugliest goatee I’ve ever seen!”
“I… You… Don’t… Why… AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” I said and ran out of the room.
The Mona Lisa sat heavily guarded down the hall. Dad’s men were there taking shifts.
I knew this was all crazy. How could Dad blame me for doing such a terrible thing? I was the one who noticed the fine goatee under Lisa’s nose in the first place. I should get credit for that, but noooo. When DAD finds me first, it’s always “How could you do this…” Just then it hit me. All this time Dad was blaming me for this…
I ran back to the office, and just as Dad finished telling his co-workers “I don’t understand this kid. He’s pretty crazy, yeah.” I yell, “HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!” Then I started thinking of reasons. He may have thought it was funny. He’s the kind of person who laughs at his own jokes. Or maybe, he had some relation with Leonardo Da Vinci and was trying to get back at some grudge the family carried for generations or something. Probably the former.
“I, ho, what? How could I do what, Johan?” Dad said trying to sound like I made a joke.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see this before. How could you do this to your own son! I know you gave the Mona Lisa the mustache! It’s obvious!” I yell.
Dad’s co-workers seemed to be on to him as well, because they lost their incredulous looks and were looking at him dubiously.
“I didn’t do it!” Dad tried, but those words were the trigger to his downfall. His co-worker pounced on him, wrestled each other on the floor, and when Dad stood up again, he was wearing hand cuffs.
“But why, Dad? Why’d you do it?” I asked emotionally.
“Well, a long time ago, I knew this man. He owned the Mona Lisa, and he said he’d pay me some of the money that he sold it to the museum for. I never got any money, and that was my revenge.” He said solemnly.
I thought about that for a moment and realized how stupid that sounded.
“It’s true!” Dad said hopefully.
“Are you sure it wasn’t something else?” I asked. “Do you know how long that painting’s been here for?”
“I… Uh… A really long time?”
“Yes! A long, long time.” I said to my Dad. This was feeling a little awkward. “Are you sure that’s the reason?”
“Well, I also did it because it was calling to me, yah know? It was so tempting I had to do it. It felt like a pretty funny thing to do… at the time…”
“I… well… guys…” I looked at the policemen for help. I didn’t want to throw my dad in jail. That wasn’t right.
Dad obviously didn’t think this was going through my head, because he moaned “Waaiit! Please don’t arrest me! I can’t go back to the slam—.” He stopped talking as soon as he realized what he’d just said.
“Back to the slammer!?” one of the policemen said.
“Oohh” Dad moaned. “Alright! Take me away, I’ve already spoiled everything! But before I go I want to tell my son something very important.”
He looked earnest, so I let him approach. “I’m… not your father…”
“NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” I said “Wait… YES. This means that my dad’s not a criminal I have to put in jail!”
“Yes it’s true, all this time I’ve been pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m sorry.” Then with his cuffed hands in front of him, he lifted them to his neck and pulled off a mask. A man with a black goatee identical to Lisa’s lined his lips, his eyes sad.
I gasped and so did all the other cops.
“What did you do with my father? You didn’t… you know…” I said not accepting the possibility.
“Oh, don’t worry; your father’s still alive. He’s tied up under the France Bridge. I’m sure he’s OK. He’s got plenty of fish to eat.”
In came Mom with a plate of roasted mushrooms. “Mushrooms anyone?” She looked down and sees the goatee man. “Who’s this?”
“The man who painted the mustache on the Mona Lisa, who also happened to be impersonating Dad.” I said.
“Oh, OK.” Mom says and she eats a mushroom. “Mm, these are good are you sure you don’t want any?”
“Why don’t you care that Dad was this man the whole time?” I asked.
“Because” rasped the goatee man from behind.
“We already knew,” said Lisa Gherardini monotonously, who walked in behind Mom mustache and all. “This was all a test to see if you liked roasted mushrooms dipped in plain water.
“Oh is that what that is?” said Mom, munching on a mushroom.
“Really?” I said, surprised at my indifferent at the fact that there was a famous painting plus a mustache standing before me.
“No.” said Lisa with the same dull tone, “You’re actually asleep, this is all just a dream.”
“Oh that makes sense” I said, and I wake up slightly confused.
THE END
That's weird, Nix.
Once, my mom sang JUST to see if the people next door would stop talking so loud(it was the early morning of after a holiday). Next thing we know, they came over and said how nice her voice sounded! I was really shocked and amused that he liked opera.
http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff372/NeoZathier/SmokeRipples.png
Thrust... banana frillet?
http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff372/NeoZathier/SmokeRipples-Red.png
You know what that second pic looks like? Blood that dripped into the water
I like the red one. :D
Wow, Thrust. You have good writing skills, all of you do.
I don't. My stories stink.
I was aiming for something of that sort, Nix.
Thanks, Eve. :)
I think I like the red one, too, Mist. :)
My eyes are starting to hurt. Probably from looking at the screen too long.
I'm not going, but I'll be distant.
Can't type if my eyes are closed. Well, I can, but I won't be able to READ with my eyes closed.
Yeah.
I'll take the frillet. Can you put chocolate on it, NiX?
Should I even TRY following the link?
I can
*doesn't and gives it to Thrust*
*sighs and puts chotolate next to banana frillet*
Yes you should.
Well, Nix is right about that blood in wter thing
ATTENTION!
THE CRAZY ONE HAS RETURNED!
*returns and looks around, confuzzled*
Which one's the crazy one? They all look crazy.
Opsium Relectante
*puts hand up*
I'm the crazzy one!
hey Gab
Hi Gab! Wb, Star! :)
Eyes feel better now.
Eye feel beter now!
*it's an add, but some of you might not get it*
*Looks at it sceptically*
*Thinks of that stupid part in diary of a wimpy kip where Greg has to make his little brother a hot dog- his mom told him he was picky about how the mustered was put on, his brother cries the first few times until greg realizes he wants it the short way across, not the long way*
*shoves frillet in mouth like savage*
*chokes, and decieds to eat normally*
Oh! There he his! *gives nix sticly label with The Crazy One written on it*
Don't I even get a badge?!
Hi star and gab
*tilts head, looking at Star*
What am I?
If Nix is the Crazy One?
You, lavender, are human. I hope
More Blood:
- http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff372/NeoZathier/SmokeRipples-Blood.png
- http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff372/NeoZathier/SmokeRipples-Blood2.png
And a blue thing...
http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff372/NeoZathier/SmokeRipples-Blue.png
I'm not human. I'm an animal.
*smiles and turns into a dog*
*barks a bit and wags tail*
*changes back*
Looking now, Mist.
The blue thing is just a recolouring. The two blood things are the same image as the last, only darker and without those line things in the black parts.
You are the . . . *thinks*
*is reminded of MR3*
*grons*
You are the Mad One. Thrust is the Mental One. I am the Insane One. Gab is the . . . *has run out of words meaning crazy* Gimme a sec.
I like the first red one and the blue one.
When I saw the blue(after looking at the reds) I just thought, 'Ooohhh'.
Zath, you are the Exsane One.
I was hoping to be the insane one... I'm more insane then crazy
I AM THE MENTAL ONE!!!
I like it!
*grins
I'm the Outsane one! Gab can e the crazy one
*is wondering if Eve is still here*
And no matter how hard I tried, it still became a rhyme...
Yay! I'm the Mad One! :D
Darn, brb.
Of course I am the Exsane One. Duh.
*shrugs* and i'm more crazy than insane.
Okay. Nix is the Insane One and i am the Crazy One.
And Val is the Insane One, Ink. Sorry to say.
actually, I don't really care
Bucf!
I am not crazy.
*gets trampled by an elephant*
NO! I AM THE CRAZY ONE!
all i know is i'm not crazy
Ugh. My big brother had me on video. He ought to be punished for his crimes.
Looking st your pics now, Mist. :)
Nix is the outsane one, right?
I'm the Eve One. Nuff said.
Yeah, i thought of that too, but val's not here.
Lavender - Mad One.
Me - Crazy One.
Zath - Exsane One.
Thrust - Mental One.
Nix - Outsane One.
Val - Insane One.
Gab - Unsane One.
SOmeone should be the Outrageous One
I like Eve's nuff said
Eve - Evesane One.
Me and lavender and thrust aren't something-sane Ones. We are speckle:)
... and someone should be named the Eccentric One
Hurray for speckle!
... I think.
*waits for someone else to come on so they can be Oned*
Evesane. I like that.
Oooh, I love the blue one, Mist.
All I know is normal left me quite a while ago
*grins with crossed eyes*
Oooh! and Someone: the Odd One!
*agrees with Nix*
*starts crying at Nix's cross-eyes*
Yep. Speckle just means special. This girl at my school invented it, i tuh-hink.
brb
the Peculiar One!
... Star, HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU RUN OUT OF 'CRAZY' WORDS?
... The Bizarre ONE!!!
FIRST! YAY!
Hmm. Odd One. Good de-ia.
Back! Attack!
the Ridiculous One?
Clink, clink, and now we drink. Oh, despicable me.
*attacks*
Here is my last (disclaimer):
The Zany One.
k, i'm done.
Okay. Odd, Bizarre, Peculiar. Someone label Lynxia and Robin and Flame.
Someone else take ded rights.
Ridiculous! Coolio!
Lynxia's... Odd.
I'm also going.
BYYYEEEEEEE!!!
*waves furriously and arm falls off*
Uh, k, bye...
*puts arm back on and leaves*
Lynxia.
Robin.
Flame.
Sparky.
L.
SOMEONE LABEL THEM!
Bye Thrust
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