Well then.
As you know, I've been writing. Writing, writing, writing. You don't get to do an awful lot of other things when you're writing. Well, sometimes you do, but not when you have deadlines like these. The short stories I'm writing, all of them, need to be delivered by Wednesday. The first draft of Book Nine needs to be delivered by the middle of next month.
To say I am a tad busy would be something of an understatement.
Of course, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, and why would Jack want to be a dull boy? I've been doing things. Reading things. Watching things.
Take this evening, for instance. This evening I watched the last Sherlock of the current season. The first episode of the season was oddly character-driven, at the expense of the central mystery, but I didn't mind that in the least. The second episode, the wedding episode, was hilariously sublime. And the final episode, having Sherlock face off against a truly unique villain... well. It was just wonderful stuff.
And I've been reading. Stephen King, mostly. Going over his early works. His classics. When I was a kid, I went straight from The Three Investigators and the Hardy Boys to Stephen King and these wonderfully violent and detailed Gold Eagle books like The Executioner and Able Team and Phoenix Force, books that gave you diagrams of the weapons they used at the back of the book. Basically, I graduated from kids books to horror and action. And after a few Stephen King books like Cujo (the first King book I can remember reading) I went on to James Herbert and Shaun Hutson — overtly violent and brilliantly horrific.
And now, after all this time, I'm going back to Stephen King, and loving it all.
Recommendations? Read The Stand. Then read It. Two MASSIVE books. You won't be sorry.
So these things have been my break from the writing. Christmas, for me, was mostly about the short stories. But there was one story...
It started off fine. Exactly as I planned. It would be a new kind of story, something I hadn't really tried before. It would probably end up as one of the longer stories of the collection, though, but not by much.
I thought.
I have just finished it. Half an hour ago, I finished it. At the moment, before edits, it is over 20,000 words long. That's twice as long as The End of the World. So you'll be reading through Armageddon-Outta-Here (haw!), and hopefully enjoying the stories, and then you'll get to this brand new novella, a good, solid chunky story, and I think this story alone will make the collection worth the money.
I think. I hope. Right now I'm far too tired to form a coherent opinion. All I know is, I've been working hard. And it's not over yet.
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«Oldest ‹Older 1201 – 1400 of 4919 Newer› Newest»Anni, who is skeet?
Sir went through a 20s flapper phrase?
I'm sorry I missed that.
Oh, hi Rueben! Nice to meet you. :)
Skeet is when you shoot clay pigeons into the sky and then shoot them down with elegance and precision.
Lovely Anni
Welcome, Ember.
I think there are some things, Ember. But the majority, no.
Actually.
One percent could be right. 99% wrong, I think.
Annika- the energy of a 20s flapper. It was his rebellious age. *Sigh*
How can you shoot clay and look elegant?
I don't mean about HER, because I love Mara, but I just mean in general.
Ember!
It has been too long, old sport!
Greetings, Ember.
Ms. Dark, that was much less me and much more a rather rambunctious author.
Definitely, old chum! *shakes hand vigorously*
Greetings, Sir Reingington!
Anni Anni Anni
Who is skeet skeet skeet
Throw off your shoes and dance to the beat
The beat
The beat
The beat of the skeet
Anni Anni Anni Anni
Who is skeet
. . .
I'm so dreadfully sorry, that just sort of . . . happened.
*blinks*
Well, Sir, all authors must get rambunctious sometimes. It's in our nature.
I'm not sure what you mean, Ember... *Hugs* Hi anyway!
Yes, but it was still in your name, Sir. THAT is what I shall remember and-
*ties him to a chair and attaches it to a string*
*the two float up like a balloon*
*A Sir-Balloon*
...
Nostalgia's final price/ is your own demise.
For instance, that impromptu skeet poem?
That was an example of my getting a little rambunctious.
Tell me what you want me to say
'Cause I'll do anything to make you stay
...
Quite.
*yawn*
Goodness, I'm tired. And unsure of what to do.
*fires a skeet*
*shoots the skeet*
. . . I feel unfulfilled.
I get boisterous sometimes
*Hugs Fabi again* *Nuzzles her shoulder*
-
*Looks up at Sir* Aye.
Indubitably.
I generally get rambunctious only when I'm tired.
*yawns*
Case in point.
*sits silently in corner*
Rueben!
*tosses him a hunting rifle*
Let's shoot some skeet.
Aubrey!
Aubrey: *fires a skeet*
*shoots the skeet*
Yeah, I get boisterous when I'm tired or have lots of sugar, and you don't want to see me when I'm tired and hyped up on sugar!
#ChaseForBookNine
Anni, lets go skeeting!
*Carefully ties a second string to the first, so he is lifted higher*
*Calls* Lo, there!
How's the altitude?
Aubrey!
Aubrey: *fires a skeet*
Shoot the skeet, Rueben!
Shoot it at once!
The altitude cannot feel, Ms. Dark.
Yet if it could, I suspect it would be feeling quite content, right now.
*shoots skeet*
#ChaseForBookNine
Aubrey, don't shoot the skeet too high!
We don't want to hit Sir!
Skeet: *shatters*
Brilliant!
Aubrey: *fires a green skeet*
Oh! Oh oh!
*shoots the green skeet*
Green Skeet: *shatters*
Hurrah!
*a green mushroom pops into existence over my head*
*falls onto me*
*and explodes in little golden sparkles*
Shoot the green skeets,
and you get a 1-UP.
*Nods* *ties the string to her wrist so he does not drift away*
*Begins to run around*
Moving target, Rueben! Extra points if you hit him!
*Stops*
Actually, don't hit Sir. I'll have to clean up the mess and fix him, and he'd be cross with me.
* Shoots skeet for Anni*
You can get it Anni, hurry up!
Don't hit Sir. I'm afraid I'm get upset. And then sad. And then I'll probably have a snack. But then I'll be sad again.
*shoots another skeet*
I need an intellectual equal.
*shoots at sir and misses by a hairs breadth*
Who, lucky I missed!
Aubrey! Two!
Aubrey: *launches a green skeet and a plain skeet*
Rueben! Fire!
*sighs* May poof I'm feeling as if I'm being shunned by someone and its upsetting me. So I may just go
Sorry Sir if I scared you then!
#ChaseForBookNine
JUUT ttesa TMEM sntbrf MF fnrp WUHB hse YVO etyf WUAO at MF sfh ctofnutbemmq MF ftrtufsothio TP og SZA pfemoq
You could shoot skeet with us, Zafira.
Aubrey!
Aubrey: *fires a skeet*
*shoots the skeet*
*misses*
Ah!
Skeet: *lands on the ground with a POOF*
*Shoots at green skeet*
DAMN, I only hit the edge of it!
By insult, my dear! I have plenty of intellectualism. I need to rebound sometimes, to be equal, and I have to allow myself moments, occasionally.
"We didn't start the fire!
It was always burning
since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light
But we tried to fight it!"
...
Quite.
*hugs Fabi*
Zaf?
-
*Carefully lets Sir float down, feeling the crossness already*
Green Skeet: *hits the ground with a POOF*
You know, when I woke up this morning- AUBREY!
Aubrey: *fires two more skeets*
-I did not think that I would spend this evening shooting skeet with a veritable stranger*
*shoots one skeet*
*shoots the second*
La! Artistry!
I'm not certain why there was a * as opposed to an . at the end of that sentence . . .
*shoots down another skeet*
...
Thank you, Ms. Dark.
Aubrey, shoot up some more skeets for me
Aubrey:*shoots up 3 skeets*
*Shoots all 3 of them*
*narrows eyes*
Aubrey! Four skeets!
Aubrey: *fires four skeets*
*shoots one skeet*
*two skeet*
*three skeet*
*four skeet*
*blows smoke off the end of her rifle*
*and gives Rueben a sassy look*
*looks uncertain and tries to fire*
*Grabs a knife, and cuts through the whatever-she-used to hold him down*
*Straightens her waistcoat*
*Curtsies*
*Skips up back to where the other two are*
*Grabs a M14 Assault*
*Begins to shoot at her own skeets with a war cry*
*sees Zafira fire*
*gasps*
Aubrey! Code Delta!
Aubrey: *nods*
*fires a skeet at the bullet*
Skeet: *shatters*
Good job, Zafira!
*applauds*
Trow up 6 skeets Aubrey!
*shoots 5 skeets in one second*
*shoots the 6th skeet*
*Looks at Anni with smug smile*
now who is the best?
*puts the gun down*
*Pulls out an automatic*
*Continues with that, after donning her German World War One helmet*
*Continues to shoot with her war cry*
*looks at Adra in wonder*
You have a waistcoat?
*looks down at her own waistcoat*
*then looks at Sir, who is wearing a waistcoat*
*suddenly feels unoriginal*
Who is the best?
*puts on her pith helmet*
I am the best, for my hat is more fabulous than yours.
AUBREY!
Aubrey: *sighs*
*sets the skeet trap to automatic*
Don't worry, I also have a waist coat on!
T-thanks
*fires again stunned
Well, is your waistcoat black with little fleur-de-lis on it like mine?
Yes, that's what I thought. Ha!
*begins to vehemently shoot skeet*
*A waistcoat with her shirt*
*Floor length*
*It was a phase of hers, yet she pulls it off*
*Shoots more*
AAAAAAUUUUGGGHGHGBLAMEGDD
Ms. Barnosky, if multiple others are wearing something, and you are not, does that not make you the original one?
Aubrey: *leaps in front of Zafira*
*tossing a skeet into the air*
Skeet: *connects with bullet*
*shatters*
Magnifique, mon ami, très bien!
*Sets rifle to automatic*
*in tour guid voice*
Lets go skeet hunting
I'm wearing a purple t-shirt...?
But . . . but I AM wearing a waistcoat, Sir.
*looks dejected*
That is why I feel unoriginal, and why I take my anger out on these skeet.
*shoots a skeet*
Though I question wether they have any waistcoats in real life.
I have one, but I don't wear it as often as I'd like to.
It attracts to many questions.
*too
*In the distance, screams of battle rage can still be heard*
...
Quite.
*shoots a green skeet*
*receives a 1-UP*
I should warn you,
best be wary of the red ones!
I have a waistcoat in real life!
It's grey with a black back bit
Mine is, as I mentioned, black with little black fleur-de-lis.
*shoots another skeet*
Thankfully, my author does not possess a waistcoat. I shudder to imagine what they would do if they had one.
*shoots all of the green skeets*
*500-up*
ha-ha, I'm beating all of you
*shoots all of the green skeets*
*500-up*
ha-ha, I'm beating all of you
I can use a gun!!!!
*giggles*
*shoots again*
*chuckles at Sir's comment*
*shoots another skeet*
Incidentally, on the topic of skeet.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b3npF3e2oZQ
It is called "How Real Men Shoot Skeet"
and it is rather amusing.
Aubrey: *running back and forth*
*throwing skeets into the air*
*and looking considerably ruffled*
*not to mention exhausted*
*Has an impeccable dress sense myself*
*Envies Adra's*
-
*Stops shooting, as the plumage and remains of the broken and coarse clay pigeons clay across the ground*
*Laughs*
-
I still have my first clay pigeon from when I went shooting at skeets for the first time.
*Sigh*
my dad has a lot of guns #Southern.
SO YEAH
go me.
*Does a dance*
*Know show to kill someone*
*Woo*
*Shoots multi-coloured skeet*
*rainbow explodes from it*
whoa, that, was cool
I like to think that my dress sense is impeccable.
It's likely not, though.
*sighs*
*shoots two more skeet*
Ah, look! A blue one!
*shoots the skeet*
Blue Skeet: *flies higher into the air*
*tumbles to the earth*
*shoots blue skeet again*
Blue Skeet: *shatters*
Those ones are special.
*giggles shooting more*
*grabs another 2 rifles and sets all to automatic*
Haha, I am going to destroy all of the skeets before the others have the chance, and I will be victorious!
*Goes over to another range*
*Pulls back her compound bow and arrow, stringing it back*
*Her crossbow is beside her*
*Begins to shoot*
Aubrey: *looks wildly to the left*
*looks wildly to the right*
*hurls two skeet into the air at Zafira's bullets*
*launches himself across the field*
*and tackles Rueben*
Hello, Ari *hugs* I'm sorry.. Er, if you need to, I can return the favor for you? To rant, that is. My email's open?
Niccolo, shoot some skeets with us, it will get your frustration out!
Niccolo, shoot some skeets with us, it will get your frustration out!
...I am mildly frustrated right now, and I have no outlet for it. See, I'm not frustrated enough to rant, and I sort of want to cry but I'm not frustrated enough for that, either. So I'm sort of at a loss, for the moment. But I'd really like to get rid of this frustration, because I've figured out that how well I'll do on a test is entirely dependent on my mood, and I have my first mid terms tomorrow. So I guess I'll just enjoy the presence of all of you and hope that helps.
I also own a waistcoat, although I'm not wearing it right now, and it's a bit disappointing because its pockets are fake, and if the pockets were real I could keep my pocketwatch in it and that would be twice as fun.
#ChaseForBook9
Niccolo, you may join us in skeet shooting if you like.
I too am a great lover of pocket watches, but I find that they're so expensive that I only receive them on birthdays or Christmas, from people who know my eccentricities.
*shoots a blue skeet twice*
if sadness = True
--------print('hugs')
else
--------print('hugs anyway')
Or Aretha, rather.
*shoots a skeet*
Ahhhh, what the hell Anni, why did you do that, I was busy destroying all of the skeets!
Sorry, Rueben, that was meant to be my comment. I messed up. *offers hand* I'm Aretha Tesla, ex-assassin and Elder at the American Sanctuary. Pleasure to meet you!
Thanks, Adra- I'll keep that in mind for when I need it- but I'm not frustrated enough to rant about anything...
#ChaseForBook9
Aubrey: *tries to hold Rueben down*
Aubrey!
Aubrey: *lets him go*
*and runs back to Zafira*
*sighs* And I'd gone so long without messing up our accounts... Oops... Really inconvenient timing there, too, because now there's a new person...
#ChaseForBook9
*hugs Fabi tightly*
Right.
I've calmed down now.
That poem really was beautiful. I told my mom about it. She was impressed. :)
and I hate it when people try to sow up pockets on trousers or waistcoats.
What a waste.
Rather
Waist.
*Twiddles mustache*
I will get my revenge!
*tackles Aubrey and Zafaria*
Ah.. *nods* I see. I hope you feel better, then.
Or, in the very least, come to terms with it.
*laughs at Adra's pun*
How amusing.
*shoots a skeet*
Treat him gently, Aubrey.
Aubrey: *about to treat him violently*
*instead stops*
*and gives Rueben a genteel pat on the head*
Oh, thanks, Adra... [hugs]
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Like, if I screamed or something, that would help, but there are other people in the house, and I have a rather fabulous scream- if I do say so myself- so I daresay I would cause some panic. I just, like, need a place to put it, and I don't know where...
#ChaseForbook9
Nel wants me to write more poems for her to help Pythonify, if anyone has any requests...
Also, msd.
*steps forward to shoot a skeet*
*trips*
AH!
Man Hiding Under Blanket That Looks Like Grass: Ah-HA!
*runs away, giggling*
I hate those guys.
They are so infuriating.
*sighs*
*shoots a skeet from the ground*
I almost think I should just sleep early, but then the frustration would still be there... *dusts self off furiously, spins in a circle, and spits* *it's still there* Darn it... *swats at the air*
#ChaseForBook9
I feel like that sometimes... Like there's a scream bottled up inside me...
The closest things I've found are playing the flute, singing, and doing lots of jumping jacks/crunches/etc.
I'm not sure if any of that would work for you...
Thank you Aubrey for not attacking me and stuff!
Aubrey: *smiles uncomfortably*
Aye..
Just start singing really loudly.
Or listen to a good song.
We didn't start the Fire has been playing for two hours for me.
It's glorious.
Just start singing loudly.?
Aretha, get a pillow, go outside, and scream into the pillow, so then you can still scream and it wont be as loud or scare anyone! hope this helps
I would sing loudly, but that would be undignified. Also, I don't wish to inflict that sort of torture on the world.
*rolls to her feet*
*shoots a skeet*
*bobs her head to the beat*
*it's such a treat*
*to be looking so neat*
*on the street*
*shooting skeet*
*it's sweet*
. . . Sorry.
*hugs Fabi in case she leaves* Thanks. Exercise is nice, but it usually doesn't help me when I'm very hyper or frustrated- it just makes me physically exhausted. But thanks. And I don't play any instruments, and I only sing for fun, and badly at that, so it wouldn't really help... I could try writing something, but I don't know whether or not that would help me at all... Hm.... I might... Any requests? I may or may not end up writing anything that's requested, but ideas are helpful. Maybe I'll write a bit of Niccolò's history, or something... Or maybe write a new character...
#ChaseForBook9
OMG NIC WHERES NIC?
* starts trailing Aubrey*
*hides behind tree and jumps out to tackle Aubrey*
Wait, Fabi!
Oh!
Okay
*hugs if you go*
Pretend there was a spider and scream.
Or something was falling on you
I'm probably getting really annoying about now. I'm annoying myself, at least.
*Is going to grow more silent*
Aubrey: *gives Rueben a supercilious look*
*puts his finger against Rueben's forehead*
*and knocks Rueben over*
Thank you, Rueben, but I'm pretty sure if I screamed outside into the pillow I would just upset the neighbors. It would either sound like the muffled sounds of a human dying horribly, or it would probably sound like an animal dying horribly. Neither are all that pleasing to hear on a school night.
#ChaseForBook9
*goes extremely red*
Reuben, I have a major crush on Nic
*pets Ari* Hai Ari! Hai Nic!
Nothing to be ashamed about, Zafira. We all have our . . . weaknesses.
*turns faintly pink at the thought of hers*
*shoots a skeet*
I usually find that I write upsetting things about Adra when I feel the same...
As painful and heartbreaking as it would be for you to write something heartbreaking and painful, if it helps, then go for it.
*Whisks off to her lab*
You're not being annoying, Adra! I would actually be really tempted to do those things, except my scream is like a I'm-about-to-be-skinned-alive-in-one-of-those-horror-movies scream. It's rather well practiced. I don't think I could justify it with a spider. But it's actually interesting/amusing for me to hear all of your suggestions, so, you know, don't feel like you're being annoying. :)
#ChaseForBook9
*Jumps on Aubrey's head and makes Aubrey fall over*
*puts one leg on Aubrey's back*
Haha, I win!
At the risk of repeating myself...
Quite.
Aubrey: *sighs the sigh of a babysitter looking after hyperactive triplets*
~waves at Blogland~
Yeah you could say if someone hurt Nic I'd kill them....least you understand me Anni!
*shoots again*
Hey Nic ought to be happy I can defend myself with a gun....
*turns pinker*
*enthusiastically shoots skeet*
. . . We must be running out by now.
*checks the skeet trap*
~bounces in riding a Pegasus~
How are ya, folks?
Aubrey, I think I might be a little crazed up on tiredness!
Hullo, Skyril.
. . . We've got 25 left. Good news!
*continues shooting skeet*
Would you like to join our skeet party, Skyril?
Hiya, Zaf!
Hola, Annika!
Hullo, Reuben! Pleasure to make your acquaintance!
I don't even feel like writing something painful and heartbreaking. Just something.... Well, anything. Except fluff. I don't think I could do a good job of writing anything fluffy just now. But I'm not frustrated enough to write something dark like that. I could make myself sad enough, if I- oh, there's an idea. I might try to convert the frustrated-ness to sadness, which I can deal with a lot more easily. But then I would almost certainly write something sad.
#ChaseForbook9
Skeet party? Hmmm?
Heya, all!
Aubrey: *gently picks up Rueben by the collar*
*carries him over to me*
*and places him in a gorse bush*
Aubrey, that wasn't very nice.
*shoots a skeet*
I got dynamite! Oh we could play Pin The Tail On Ari
*dies* *wakes* *dies* Nic's dress
It's a talent I have, Aretha. It comes, *flips hair* Naturally.
Hello, Sky!
I'm going to fade into the background a bit now, so I can calm down
Ah, Mr. Reynolds! Glad you join join us. Come!
*passes him a hunting rifle*
We've been shooting skeet for nearly a whole page. Come and join us!
Hi Skyril!
#ChaseForBook9
You could try writing something new? Perhaps, er, a new character?
Or about the experience in the jail with the blade of grass.
That'd be nice :)
HELLBOYYYY *tackles*
Greetings, Ms. Skyril and Mr. Reynolds.
Aubrey: *looks happy to see Rueben go*
Goodbye, Rueben, you will be missed.
*shoots a green skeet*
*receives a 1-UP
*Tacklehugs Sky too*
Hi, Mr. Reynolds!
#ChaseForBook9
Hullo, Aretha! Do you pronounce that "air-ith-thuh"?
Pleasure to make your acquaintance! "Don't worry; be happy, now!" ~gives purple lollipop~
[hugs Adra and Ari]
Sorry, I have dance in a little while.
I sing about as well as a dead fish, but it helps me relieve stress, so...
Hmm. I always pronounced it Ah-Reh-Thuh.
*shoots another skeet*
Well, Fabi, I can neither sing nor dance, so do not feel bad.
*shoots a blue skeet twice*
Miss Barnosky, it's good to be here. *pulls the bolt back on the rifle* Brilliant!
ADRA! *tackles back* XD
Don't try to hide it Aubrey, we all know that you are happy to see me go, but I wont be gone, I'll just be in the background
Hiya, Reynolds!
Heya, Adra!
Stupid question: I say Niccolò: Nick o low
Is that right?
I am jealous, Fabi. Please appearify me there so I can go to dance with you.
Also
I always pronounced it Uh-Ree-thuh
Like Aretha Franklin.
Hello, Fabi!
Greetings, Reingington!
Actually, I pronounce the e in Aretha the same way you'd pronounce the e in Tesla. Which is not how most people pronounce it. But it's my name and I'll do what I want with it. ;)
#ChaseforBook9
Hey, Kallie!
KALLIE
DO YOU ALL JUST PLAN THESE MEET UPS WHEN YOU COME ON AT THE SAME TIME??
*tacklehugs*
*shoots another skeet*
Aubrey: *frowns*
Greetings, Ms. Pendragon.
*explodes England*
I think... I think maybe... I MIGHT have greeted everyone! ~does touchdown dance~
Ok, no, I am NOT a football person.
But my dad is. :]
Anyway, a great deal of people have arrived in the middle of this field. Welcome!
*shoots a skeet*
Welcome to my field. My field . . . of expertise.
*a slick guitar riff plays in the background*
I just assumed the same as Adra
Sorry...
[Waves to Hellboy, Skyril, Kallista and anyone else who appeared]
I would if I could, Adra.
And gtg! Bye!
Zaf- well, sort of? I can't really pronounce it- I don't usually try if I'm saying it out loud, I just try to avoid using his name- but it's italian, and it has that accent, which basically just means you have to put different accents on different parts of the name. And the i isn't pronounced the way you'd pronounce the i in Nick. It's more like an ee sound, I think. But I don't speak italian- I only know because my friend told me, and I might be remembering incorrectly- so I'm not positive.
#ChaseForbook9
Ahh, Mr Reingington! Always nice to see you.
Aretha, hello! And greetings to Fabi as well :)
*Cuddles Kallie too* Magic is real! :P
Goodness, I've missed you lot.
Hello, Kal! Can I call you Kal? I think I'll call you Kal. *pats Kal on the head* Hello, Kal.
Bye Fabi! *hugs*
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Fabi! *hugs* I would too
*Is thinking about Niccolo Machiavelli now*
Hmm..
*shoots glowing black skeet*
*gets instantly teleported to Aubrey and tries to leave, but gets pulled back*
looks like your stuck with me now!
Okie dokie, Aretha. May I just call you Ary?
*shoots the final skeet*
*and rests her rifle on the rack that happened to be standing nearby*
Ahh.
Now THAT is what I call skeet shooting.
I just usually call him Coco to friends, I don't actually say his full name but you know when you read you say it in your head? Yeah. I was curious.
Oh when was John alive in his own body? And we need Jekyll and Nic to talk one day. Nerd and nerd talking would be fun, if Nic would like.
MACHIAVELLI!
*hugs Adra*
I love Machiavelli!
Adra- the fact that they have the same first name is not a coincidence.
#ChaseForBook9
I want to stay and talk to you all, which is good.
BUT I CANTTTT
Hurrah!
I do not have to do the dedication for the third time in a row.
Oh, really? Really? But I'm frustrated! I don't want to write a ded! And I'm already behind on two of them! That means now I have to write three! Oh, but three is a good number. Never mind, then. I'll keep it.
#ChaseForbook9
LOL, a great field of expertise indeed.
I didn't think so, Ari :P
*sigh*
Hmm.. I ought to call a character Marx some time.
Congrats, Aretha!
Isn't it just?
*smiles at Mr. Reynolds*
I do enjoy saying things that cause a slick guitar riff in the background.
*Did think so
What?
I figured.
Did anyone read the alchmyst series, because Machiavelli is in that!
You can call me whatever you want. :) *cue the "Ok, Gladys"* Most people here call me Ari. But again, you can call me whatever you like. (Even if it's Gladys.)
#ChaseForBook9
MACHIAVELLI WAS THE BEST PART OF THE ALCHEMYST BOOKS!
*gives Rueben a well-earned stalwart pat on the back*
Er, Bonjour.. .___. Hi
Congratz, Aretha :P Third time lucky.
RUEBEN
RUEBEN
DO NOT TALK ABOUT THAT SERIES
DARN IT IT'S HAPPENING
YOU CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD
THAT SERIES IS ONE OF THE
I CAN'T EVEN
SOMEBODY HELP
OH GOSH I'M JUST GOING TO DISINTEGRATE
I CAN'T
STOP
DARN IT
WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BRING THAT UP
WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
#ChaseForbook9
*giggles* I knows what I want for my birtthday! (Not on mine its a hectic day) I want to be with John for a day.
Snow- if you ship it I'll kiss Nic again (which isnt good he could kill me)
LYD! You made it hahah
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