You lucky, lucky people...
I am, of course, referring to those Minions who talk with those funny accents. A full 36 days before the rest of us, Kingdom of the Wicked is now available in Australia and New Zealand.
The normal rules apply. No Spoilers. None. None whatsoever. There's not even going to be spoiler zone Blog post for you to discuss it in secret- not until it's available in Ireland and the UK. You're just going to have to keep it to yourself and off the internet for 36 days. That is your punishment for getting it early...
And you have it SO early that not even I have a copy. How is THAT fair?
In other news...
A new school-type event is now listed in the Sydney section of the tour schedule below. If you want to get involved... er... I dunno what you have to do... Get your school to register, or something?
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«Oldest ‹Older 1601 – 1800 of 4815 Newer› Newest»Hello, Em!
Heya Val.
Em!!! A... nothinnggggg *looks around innocently*
And yep. He deserves it.
Oooh, Adra, we should park a phonebox outside in Derek's yard and knock on his door so he thinks we flew it there....
LOL! YES!!! At night, of course. :P He wakes up the next morning: OMFG THE DOCTOR...
We say we come from the year 2005, here for the rest of the series...
*laughs* I bet you will, Em :D
Yeah, that way he'll wake up and see it outside...
Still haven't found numbing leaves yet...
LOL! RIGHT??? We should: "we're from 2005... The Doctor took us here!"
*David steps out*
AHH I'm loving this plan.
Oh, and we need to put smoke machines inside so it looks like it broke and we landed there by mistake.
OR we could wear old-fashioned clothes and pretend we came from the past, and he needs to explain the future to us... That'd just be funny.
Tell me the WHOLE plan!
But it's a plan for Ameriminions... Oh well. We're going to gather a bunch of Ameriminions, and then stalk Derek outside his house, or me and Adra are going to get a blue phonebox and pretend it's the TARDIS outside his house.
LOL!!! YES!!! With the Tardis on its side!!! and we're climbing out, soaking from the pool in the library!!!
*gasp*
okay, here is what we do.
We make a hole in his yard, and make it look like the Tardis, on its side... and we put a Tardis on top of the door... YES. So Derek will come outside... LOL and you and David dressed as Skulduggery, and Eleven all crawl out...
YES!
Well then you'll have to go to Ireland and I can join you. Then he can love at my accent while you get everything set up.
Hahaha yeah, David could be Skulduggery and I could be Valkyrie and... Oh! David could teach us Irish accents!
Well, we'd set it up while he's sleeping...
Wait, his dogs might bark...
And cats might meow. You do realise that we're planning this on HIS blog?
Uh... We throw Mel in there, and let them eat her. She's comatose anyway...
Okay. Yes.
And it's not like he's going to look at THESE comments. We're on a previous post.
Okay, question. How do we get in touch with David Tennant?
Ah. Uh... We keep up with what he's working on TV/movie-wise. and then we go to the set and kidnap him.
Easy.
Great. That's what I was thinking.
I can get wood for our TARDIS. Where to get the smoke machines?
LOWES!!! Hell-oooooo. Or Walmart.
OH! And we should draw marks on ourselves so we look like we were fighting the Silence.
We also need Matt Smith, then, because if David is Skulduggery we need a Doctor.
OMFG YES!!!! THAT IS AMAZING!
*gasp*
AND WEAR EYEPATCHES
WE'll just go to the set, and take him away from... *sticks out tongue* Jenna-Louise Coleman.
And we need Amy and Rory, because he loves Amy.
Eurgh yes, Jenna...
I haven't seen her yet, but I'll miss the Ponds...
Yes. We do... *gasps* WE'LL GO TO SAN DIEGO RIGHT NOW AND GET THEM!
What's her character's name going to be?
Clara was the rumour...
I thought her last name was "Tyler"
Yes. Tyler. The very same.
Daughter, in fact...
What really? Clara Tyler?
She couldn't be Rose's daughter, if that's what you're saying. She looks nothing like Rose!
Yeah, nothing like her! I have to go, bye!
Ah. I'm back.
*punches Valkyrie in the face*
MY PET SHARK!!! *hugs Sharkboy*
hello!!!
And Bye Helena!
Well I shan't be leaving now. Sir, haven't spoken to you in months.
Ah! Well then, it IS interesting to see you again, Helena. It has been a while...
Quite a while. How have you been? I've been meaning to ask for a while, do you visit gentlemans clubs? I'm just curious.
*kicks Sir in the face, knocking him over*
I have been doing well, as usual. How are you? And to answer your second question, no, I find them to be rather gossipy. Plus, the prices are exorbitant.
*sits behind Sir's fin*
Valkyrie, if you EVER try to kick me again, I will slowly torture your family to death in front of your eyes, by slowly melting their skin off with acid.
Then, I'll deal with you. First, I'll chop off one of your limbs. Then, I'll release an assortment of insects to feed on your innards. I will repeat this process several times, after I heal your wounds and bandage the stump.
Oh. Alright then.
*mutters something about Sir acting like Serpine*
*punches him in the face*
God your a violent bugger!!
*readjusts herself, for now Sir Rein was standing on his back fins*
Ah... *pats Sir Rein's head* it's okay Sharkboy...:P
If he's Sharkboy, then who's Lava Girl?
Adrasdos, if you pat me on the head again, I will most likely try to eat your hand. Valkyrie, I'm not like Serpine. I'm not going to be dumb and try to get you to join me. Plus, I don't have your regular threatening name.
*pokes Reingington in the eye*
Lol, MEEEEEE AND ELEMENTAL!!!
*pats Sir Rein's head, then gives him a mustache*
There ya go.
I wipe my hands of you.
*jumps into the ocean*
No more me trying to kill you. It gets old, fast.
You have no hands.
I keep some spares in a cabinet.
Hahaha LOL!
*pulls Val onto Sir Rein's back, also*
You do realize, Sir Rein, we can't breathe under the water right???
*ears pop from going deep under the sea*
What, does your tummy get the rumblies that only hands can satisfy?
If I am to be honest, then I must say that I am truly apathetic to your plight.
Though have you ever wanted to see the bottom of the Mariana Trench? It's boring. Really black.
OMFG!!!! VAL!!! *hugs* nothing says "freindship like two people chewing on a well cooked face*
AND ALLONS-Y, Sir Rein!!! Let's go see it!!
May I interrupt? Sir, have you tried the Diogenes Club? "There are many men, you know, who, some from shyness, some from misanthropy, have no wish for the company of their fellows. Yet they are not averse to comfortable chairs and the latest periodicals. It is for the convenience of these that the Diogenes Club was started, and it now contains the most unsociable and unclubable men." I, myself, have visited it often, though, being a female, I'm not permitted to join. I found the prices entirely reasonable.
???
Ah mah GOD.
IN SP book 6: "You know, I might sometime write a book for younger readers, have something for Alice to read"
I swear, Derek thinks he's Gordon. AND Skulduggery... Somehow.
Well, he DOES act like Gordon... And Skulduggery...
He certainly does.
Exactly!... Which leads me to think that Skulduggery Pleasant is real :D
Certainly, I have perused the club often, and yet have found one significant flaw in it. It is neither the periodicals, nor the chairs that bother me. It is a single man. Insufferable, lazy, yet constantly interrupting many deep conversations with corrections that even a pedant would be embarrassed to point out.
*floats up to the surface*
I haven't a clue what you all are talking about...
Would those conversations have been in the Stranger's Room? You do know that talking is forbidden anywhere else in the building? And may I know the name of this insufferable gentleman?
The man obviously possess great intelligence, though I believe that neither I, nor regular members of the club, could ever comprehend the extent of it. Indeed, it was in the Stranger's Room, for I was well informed of club rules before entering. The man's name is...
Hubert Johnson.
*head is spinning, still trying to figure out what the hell is going on
Oh dear. We seemed to have confused Adrasdos. Very well, I shall enlighten you in three words.
Sherlock Holmes Novels.
What was the point in the dramatic pause Sir? I have never met this Hubert and have no intelligence of him. Should I?
Ahhh
Tis not an elderberry, but a hamster.
There was no dramatic pause. My return key was simply stuck in place for a moment, and I thought that the pause seemed visually appealing. As to this Hubert fellow, you should most likely not know him. After all, he's dead.
*raises eyebrow*
It WAS visually appealing. Did you kill him Sir? Was he really that insufferable?
Me? Certainly not! At the time, I was only a polite, well mannered gentleman of large mustachio'd proportions.
*laughs* you're FAR from well mannered, dear. You tried to kill me earlier.
Note the use of the words, "at the time".
I find that a bit hard to believe *drinks her tea*
*smokes oxygen pipe*
While you may doubt me, there was a time when I was neither a mustache nor a deadly predator.
*feigns surprise* oh really? Oh do tell.
*stands up* *rearranges skirt* May I ask who did kill him? *sits down* *folds hands on lap*
Oh please, Adrasdos, you were THERE. I say, you have been acting awfully un-knowledgeable lately.
Oh yes, I was there. I was wondering what made you snap.
Ah yes, the murder, a MOST curious thing. He actually removed his arm, and beat himself with it. The walls were smeared in blood, forming the words, "Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?"
Many people thought it was a suicide but... Let's be honest, that's quite ridiculous.
We are all mad but it seems that he showed his insanity. Quite a curious case. The authorities were certain it wasn't murder?
There was no REAL indication that anything other had happened, besides the dead man. No fingerprints, signs of struggle, not even the neighbors heard a peep.
He died in his house? Where is that located? This murder is quite gruesome... And not a typical suicide. It would almost be impossible for him to do it to himself.
Indeed. However, the police force is only allowed to act upon evidence, instead of common sense.
His house was located quite near the center of London, so it was a miracle that no one hear, or that something ELSE had happened. Anything could have, really. It may have been an actual, quiet suicide, perhaps the murderer placed mattresses on the walls to muffle things, and closed the blinds. Truly, it presents a problem.
Two other possible explanation. The neighbours were bribed and/or he didn't put up a fight. Drugged possibly.
*explanations
Indeed. But then, why the message on the walls? It certainly was MEANT for the victim, so he could have seen it and fully comprehended what was happening to him. Very few sedatives allow you to retain your senses, and yet disallow movement of speech.
But there are some. Some magic related, others not. All quite rare.
*is stalking in the shadows*
*is watching silently from a tree*
Dark, Val, you could help.
With that??? I'm still kinda confused...
Someone died, and you're trying to figure out who did it, yeah?
Unfortunately, this case is many years old, so records of the buying and selling of these items would have most likely disappeared by now. As well as the fact that the murderer may not even be alive by now.
Yes, and since we can't physically investigate this case, it's almost impossible to find out the murder.
May???? What if the murderer is a sorcerer
And so, the conjecturing ends here. On a blog of semi-strangers, discussing matters from genocide on distant planets, to the what a certain skeleton detective would do next. A pity, but in the end, it was simply the conjecturing of strangers.
Sir, are you a Londoner?
Sir, are you a Londoner?
But are we really as strange? Here is where you can be yourself, hanging out with others like you, things you usually have to hide from others, for fear of taunting, or misunderstanding.
So, really, in a way, you stop being strangers after 5 minutes.
No, in reality, I live in Florida. Even though I have no ancestors here.
You have impeccable english.
*laughs*
I'm under the impression he tries too hard.
Why thank you, Helena. It is delightful to know that others appreciate the fine timing and training it takes in order to speak with such elegance and poise.
That's what I was thinking...
I was agreeing with Adra, by the way.
As he so eloquently showed us, his pursue for the correct is... Astounding.
I walk with elegance and poise but I'm afraid I don't have such timing and training in the English language. How old are you Sir?
Some men are obsessed with the pursuit of riches. Others, fame. Still more, perfection. Yet I seek none of these things. I simply wish to reach the limit, the final line that no man will ever cross. Then, I shall be content. It will not be perfection, yet it will be achievable, and a true milestone.
*arches an eyebrow*
The final line? Death? You seek death?
Helena, I am actually no adult of any sort. Fifteen summers old in 12 days, that is the amount of time it has taken to reach this level of spelling and grammatical achievement.
*claps slowly*
What a beautiful speech, good Sir Rein...
However, I try to go above. I dream of travelling through the universe, figuring warp speed.
I want to help the human race excel, I want to make them better. Not just me, but everyone along.
I didn't know that gentlemen's club would accept minors.
Death is not what I speak of. I hope to reach the line where it is no longer possible to progress. Perfection in reach, yet never attainable. As it well should be.
And trust me, there are ways to do everything. Not even a club of gentlemen has an invincible chain. There will always be a weak link, a rusty one that can be corroded, corrupted, and bribed. Really, it's rather depressing.
Completely acceptable and understandable. Good luck in reaching that immense goal.
*laughs* Oh, Helena. He would perhaps find someone and make him an illegal ID.
*laughs again*
Ah, never mind...
There IS always bribery, it's quite common in this day and age unfortunately.
Well Adrasdos, there is my above post for you to refer to. As well as the fact that the mustache I inherited has supernatural powers.
I agree. It's far too unfortunate that as every year goes by, the younger the acts of criminality.
*mutters* Corruption...
My goals seem insignificant to yours.
I just want to be able to have fun. I'm at the point where I feel like Stephanie did, where everything is a bit boring and I need something to happen, something to change my life. I need to fight the apathy that comes with that feeling, and I want to become something great with that something that changes my life.
Unfortunate, but still usable. Sadly, not even the greatest among us are invulnerable anymore.
Corruption and Power, dear Helena. Both are diseases that have scoured and blackened the minds of the younger population.
And yes... quite unfortunate.
*smiles sadly* At least it's useful sometimes.
Well then, Adrasdos, you seem to have obtained the dedication without even attempting to. Impressive.
*laughs*
I do hope that dedication is coming along well, Adrasdos.
My last dedication was to decomposition...
Are you really so surprised, Sir Rein?
That was a pretty epic top comment, a daresay. But never you mind that. On to the dedication.
I'd like to dedicate this page to all those who are forced to make bad choices, whether the oppression making them do that be peer pressure, drugs, blackmail, or anything else.
Corruption is a fowl thing, and it is beginning to sink its claws deeper and deeper into the younger people.
Power is devil's work, also. The feeling of power above others can be used to the wrong reasons. This unfortunately happens on a regular basis.
What I mean to say, it that I pity all those who abuse power, and are made corrupt by it. I pity those who do back, albeit choice, or not.
Everyone has a choice.
Everyone can control their fate.
Everyone can choose to make the best of things, or wrap yourself in evil.
And so I dedicate this to the dreamers, who take life in their own hands, and use what they have and do good with it.
And with that, I salute you.
*raises glass* hear hear!!!
*shakes head slowly* I completely lost that speech. It was horrible. :/
*tries to clap* *fails* *winces in pain* It was brilliant. Don't put yourself down.
Oh no, it had quite the optimistic end, fitting you very well. I do pity those dragged into evil, yet I pity even more those who embrace it.
Exactly.
Thanks guys :)
Well, what else are compatriots for?
No need to thank us. You were the one that inspired us.
*blinks* me. Inspiring? *laughs again.* just the thought!!
And Sir Rein- I don't know... A crowd to drink with?
Sir, you gave me personal information on yourself would you like my personal information?
Technically, without your dedication, our comments championing it would never existed.
You may not believe me Dark but it was.
And Helena, I cannot make you do anything you do not wish to. This is the internet, after all.
But would you appreciate it? Otherwise there would be no point.
*nods* Cool. *for once, doesn't let it go to her head*
I would DEEPLY appreciate the fact that you felt comfortable enough with me to share information about yourself.
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts.
Study hard. Be evil.
*bites lip* I am honoured. I turned fourteen last month, I live in the capital of Australia (Canberra not Sydney!), and I speak French fluently, German and, of course, English.
*narrows eyes at Val* in case you didn't notice... that was serious.
Strange fact: I admin 4 pages on facebook, created 3 of those and 2 of them are related to Skulduggery Pleasant.
Well, multilingual! I'm impressed! Hm, well, I certainly learned some new things today. I am only bilingual, so you certainly have showed ME up.
*raises eyebrow* I have my hands in many a language. But which language are you sufficient in, Sir Rein?
Well, I HAVE been learning French since I was three.
I am considerably impressed, so I would appreciate it if you gave me a few moments to gather the pieces of my head.
Did it explode?
Undoubtedly.
*giggles*
*bows* As I do.
Sir? Have you collected your pieces yet?
Indeed. Now all I have to do is put them together again.
Would you like help with that?
I shall be fine, I have experience with gluing heads together.
no...
Let me try- Sir, art thou finished, you goodly rotten apple???
Or perhaps- Vobis complevis sunt???
Or maybe- Bist du fertig
Old English, German and... Latin?
Si Adrasdos, estoy complevo.
Actually, I'm pretty sure she was speaking Spanish...
Though Spanish and Latin have WAAAAY too many similarities to be sure.
As do ALL languages Sir. Do you have Skype? Either of you?
Actually, that's because Spanish is one of the 5 Romantic Languages descended from Latin, as well as Portuguese, Romanian, Italian, and French.
Spanish class has never been more useful.
Oui je savais ca. Je ne peux pas faire des accents sur ca!
Hahaha. It's because Spanish was derived from Latin along with Portuguese, French, Italian and... Something else. :/ I don't remember.
And no, that was not spanish :D
I do, Helena. Would you care for it???
*gets caught up on comments, then realizes that Sir Rein just said the same as she*
Oops.
I would of COURSE care for it!
I actually do not have Skype, mostly because I have never felt the need to ever use it.
You could get it to talk to me?
adrasdos.dark Helena!
and me, too! Although I obviously don't know you as well as Miss sky, but apples and pears :P
Dark, I REALLY don't know Sir.
Kentucky Dark?
Yep!!! Hang on, it'll arrive in a minute :p And yes, droll Kentucky.
And okay, :P
I've spoken to him... once before?
... I am going to be completely honest, I have lost ALL track of the conversation.
I assumed *mentally smacks herself for doing so, she knows better* based on "I won't go, Because Sir, we haven't talked in months"
Or something along the lines of that :P
Well, Dark thinks that I know you well.
... But didn't we JUST share the first personal information with each other? Hm.
What a kerfuffle.
When we did talk it was an amazing conversations filled with correct grammar and punctuaction!
*raises eyebrow* with Val and I lurking in the darkness, naturally.
Indeed, I do not believe that I have used a videogramming device of any sort. Indeed, the newfangled technology escapes me, in more way than one.
*has no idea what the hell Sir Rein is going on about*
The point is, Adrasdos, that neither do I.
*bites lip* Me neither.
The irony here is, of course, that in order to talk about our ineptitude with technology, we must use technological devices.
*nods* Correct.
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