I have just pressed SEND.
By pressing SEND, I have emailed off the completed book to my agent and editor. It will now be sent to the copyeditor who, amongst other things, will be checking for grammar and spelling mistakes that I've missed but, more importantly, will be ensuring that everything I've written makes sense.
She will be checking facts and figures and timelines, scouring her notes on the other books to make sure I haven't contradicted myself... A good copyeditor in invaluable, and I have a great one.
It's done. I wrote the two Scapegrace chapters that I'd left until last. Oh, and I ALSO included the winner of the Die Horribly competition...
It took me until last night to pick a winner. I was sent 30 finalists out of everyone who entered. Of those 30, I quickly whittled it down to 15. Then, not so quickly, down to 10. Then it took me ages to narrow it down to 5. Then 3.
There were some great entries. Lots of funny reasons why people reckoned they should be the reader I pick to kill horribly in the book. But I needed something specific. I needed something that would fit in with what I'd written. And there was only one reader who fit PERFECTLY.
So congratulations to Lewis Holmes, from the UK. You shall have the distinct honour of being Horribly Killed in The Dying of the Light.
Lewis' death was the last thing I had to write. Now it's all over. Sure, I'll be sent the copyeditor's notes to approve, and there'll be a little more fiddling around between now and printing time, but...
... but it's over. I have finished writing Skulduggery Pleasant.
I think I need to lie down now.
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*I don't know!*
*Life!*
*Talking!*
*Stuff!*
Ravel of course. I do mean that actually.
I would say myself but that's too egoistic. So Ravel for sure.
*Okay, Sam..... Do you or your author have exams soon?*
*Author?*
*What?*
*She means the person typing, like behind the device you comment on*
*I have no idea what you're talking a-*
*Waaaaaait how do you know the name I picked for myself*
*what? Sam? It's on your profile.*
Oh god guys I could shoot myself right now. I'm so stupid! I swear to god..
*what*
((Of course I can cook. I've been alive for centuries during which I never spoke with anyone I wasn't about to kill. How else would I have eaten? Bear in mind, as well, that I have all the knowledge and experiences of every name I've stolen. It would be surprising, I imagine, if I couldn't cook.))
*smiles back* I slept quite well, darling. Thank you. *finishes the egg, moving it to its place on the plate, and hands it to Adra* Human leg, with eggs and toast.
Metaphorically speaking of course. I don't own a gun
[You people are strange]
What for, Silente?
*sam, you're confusing me. Do you have exams soon? For school?*
-
*Grins, taking it gratefully* Thank you, my love. Where shall we eat? Bed?
*School?*
*I'm a meta-physical construct used to describe the actions of others*
*...*
*So, uh...*
*Yeeeees, I guess....?*
Well there's this boy I'm friends with and we've been out before in the past but not anymore. We've been on off. But we decided it was best not to go out. However a bit ago he admitted he still liked me. And I have no idea what i feel for him. Long story short I accidently messaged him that I was going to bed and ended up saying love you by accident then babbling before just plain not talking..
*Okay! Well then good luck, Sam I Am*
-
XD that's awesome, Silente
Wherever you like.
No its not! It was an accident! I'm so awkward and I have no idea what he is to me and I'm acted like a babbling fool near him AFTER SAYING LOVE YOU! FML!
*Ooookay, stranger!*
Silente, it's no big deal lol. I say I love you to everyone, it's chill.
-
Alright. *She sets the plate down onto the counter before jumping up into his arms, taking the plate again* Go forth, my knight!
Oh thats cool Alastair. You know, I always was scared you'd eat me if I talked to you....At least I hope you don't))
*Adra*
*What?*
*thats my name*
Its not though! You say it to everyone but I don't say it to anyone IRL except for family! Then I say it to an ex who is meant to just be a friend when I never say it!
*face palms*
*laughs lightly, carrying her into the next room and setting her down propped against pillows* As you wish, my lady.
Well... Er, it's over now? Dw about it
*Oh*
*Takes a tentative bite, and moans* This is delicious....
*Scarfs it down, then pounces on him*
*Yessum, Sam*
*Uh*
*This is getting a bit awkward*
*I'm...*
*Hearing two yous*
*I mean, it's fine, one of you is sitting here and talking to me, which is great...*
*But, uh, the other...*
*I'm just gonna... Try to drown it out...*
((You know I'm getting conerned with Alastair all nice))
*Heheheheheehehehe*
*...*
*Eeyup*
((You really should be, Zafira. She's ruined me, and I'm enjoying it. In fact, I'm grateful for it. Love is the strangest thing. I've been hypothesizing about it, actually. Perhaps I'll write it up at some point.))
I'm glad you think so. *smirks slightly, brushing her hair back out of her face*
I struggle to imagine Alastair being nice. Or old. Or anything other than sadistic and killer. Its a weird idea.
*Oh*
*Ugh*
*Oh jeez*
*He's returning the affection*
*I think I'm going to be siiiiick*
*And the asterisk person is just blandly talking about their...*
*Bleh*
*Er, no offense, but, uh...*
*It's really gross*
(Awhhhhhh)
*She grins, then lowers her lips to his throat, biting into it lightly, before sinking her teeth soft into his flesh* *As a thank-you gift for breakfast* *Twists her head to the side, ripping apart the gash further, and begins to bite down in a similar manner at other parts of his throat until there's hardly any skin left intact* *While she is doing this, her fingernails are digging into his skin, scraping, pinching, and pulling, none too lightly*
((Don't fret over it, vampire. I've no intention of being nice to you, anyway.))
*EWEWEWEW*
*I...*
*I really need to find a way to turn this off*
*Eugh*
*She- you-
*...*
*I need an adult*
*Laughs at Sam*
((Oh good. That's a relief Alastair. Thought you might be going soft. Also. For the one hundreth and god know how manyth time, SILENTE TEMPEST not vampire.))
*quietly mumbles something about being sick*
*quietly mumbles something about being sick*
*Why did you say that you're laughing?*
*If you're going to laugh, lau-*
*Oh*
*Wait*
*That's how...*
*Sorry*
*laughs at Tempest and Snow and Sam*
*flicks adra*
*somehow manages to tackle hug sam the asterisk man*
*why do you feel sick Astrid man?*
*its not that bad*
*they could be doing worse*
*they could be frickfracking instead of just..eating and kissing*
*heals himself rather quickly* You know, love, sometimes I wonder that you might actually be trying to kill me. *kisses her lightly*
*Look at it this way*
*I have literally done nothing physical*
*Nothing*
*Not even a body*
*And these two's...*
*Pseudo-hanky-panky...*
*It's FREAKIN' ME OUT!*
*I'm suddenly self-aware*
*And now I gotta deal with this!?*
*Life isn't fair*
*Laughs* Oh yes, darling! My plot has been foiled! My plan all along has been to kill you!
*Grabs her knife off the bedside table, pressing it to your throat* But what's the point of killing you? You'd enjoy the pain.
*just deal, Sam. Accept it all*
*calm down astrid mam*
*just concentrait on something else*
*like jelly babies*
*Sam The Asterisk Man, I understand your problem.*
If you killed me quickly, though, I'd hardly feel anything. And then I'd be back in Hell with nothing to do and no one to torture. *runs his fingers through her hair*
*It's just*
*dsajfklawe*
*Bleh*
I know, babe. That's why I'm not going to kill you. *Traces along his jaw with the blade* *Smiles*
*I know it is*
*its yucky*
*but sweet*
*kinda cute as well*
*No*
*Not really*
*not even a little?*
*okay then*
*well i should be sleeping now*
*goodnight guys*
Enjoy yourself Adra!
Kinky whips XD
*Good bye, other stranger!*
((Alastair, I have a suggestion if you'd do it. So you can be with Adra and I can get my wish.))
TOODLES TEMPEST
*SAM! I HAVE A QUESTION*
Well then I dare say that's your opinion, but would you please mind not bring so...rude, Sam? I'm aware that a few people don't care for it, in which case, I kindly ask that you just read over itx
*YES, STRANGER?*
*WHAT IS IT LIKE TO BE ALONE YOUR WHOLE LIFE, THAN SUDDENLY HAVE PEOPLE TO TALK TO?!?!*
*aslo: My name is Snow*
((What is it, Zafira?))
*smiles back* How kind of you, love.
*sidles in*
Adra!
Adra!
I'm locked out! I lost my keys, can you email me another set?
I'm sorry, Trip? What?
-
I know. *Pecks him lightly* Now. What shall we do today?
((Okay, first off simply because I'm not going to be here much until Monday, it would have to be after Monday, but I wanted to see John again, really bad. And since I know you won't give up control, nor will you leave Adra, perhaps you would consider making a copy and whichever one of you decides, one can let John be in control? That way you can be with Adra and I can see John and neither will be left out))
*shakes head at trip* I dont think itnworks like that, dude
*IT'S...*
*Nice*
You know, the cove? I lost my keys, would you mind emailing me a new pair?
*nice. Good. You are now my friend*
*nods*
*...*
*friend*
*...*
*Friend?*
I did, Trip.
*friend*
*Oh*
Thanks.
So how are we all?
*nods*
*...*
*so... how goes it, Sam?*
*...*
*Good?*
*I guess?*
((I've no motivation to do that in the roleplay, Zafira.))
Whatever you'd like to, love. Perhaps a bit of murder, if you feel up to it- it's been a while since the last time.
I'm sorry, Alastair love. I think I need to go.
*good. Good.*
*um...*
*oh. I have to go. See ya Sammm*
TOODLES ALL
*hoofbeats thunder on the dusty plains*
*it is the sound of your doom*
*the ground begins to tremble, and, with great and terrible foreboding, The Midnight Hotel rises from the earth*
*first come the support beams, the skeleton of the house*
*then the windows melt into place, and shingles ruffle out from the roof like the feathers of a bird shaking off raindrops*
*the sign flips down*
*THE MIDNIGHT HOTEL*
*the door to the second-floor balcony bangs open*
*I exeunt in a flurry of white curtains and panache*
I have conquered the mighty beast of my algebra test, and shall once again grace the mighty comment threads of Blogland!
*a rockin' guitar riff plays in the background as I return to my desk and begin doing paperwork*
*See ya Hop-*
*Whaaaaat is that*
((Alright, love.))
(For fucks sake Alastair, I nominated John in the awards can you at least do it outside of roleplay?! I'm getting annoyed with this because every time I ask to do something I'm told no.))
Zaf, be nice. Doing something nice doesn't always mean that you'll get something back.
*looks up from paperwork*
*frowns*
Perhaps I've wasted my grand entrance . . .
Ah, well!
*waves a dismissive hand*
Nothing can ruin my mood today. I passed a much-dreaded test of the algebraic variety, the towels are asleep in the linen closet and no longer roaming the hotel, and Oscar and Precocious are comfortable and ready for their next adventure.
La! Today is a good day.
*frowns*
*checks watch*
It . . . it appears that I've missed the Blogland awards . . .
. . .
*shrugs*
Ah, well. Lord willing, I'll be here next time.
*claps hand over mouth*
Photo and Hassle were both nominated for Most Tragic Character!
Awh!
No one is still here, but I do not care, because I am so bubbly with glee that Osmosis was nominated for Most Tragic Roleplay Plot and my poetic dialogue with Silente was nominated for Most Absurd Thing Done in Blogland.
Sorry after being told no 9/10 times for anything I'm quite done.
Msd I have a chorus concert aka my final
*Oh*
*Okay*
*raises hands skyward*
I was nominated for Funniest Bloglandian. I'm so happy.
*soars into the air in a show of glitter and joyous tears as fireworks explode in the background and rose petals swirl around me*
SIX NOMINATIONS FOR THE MOST DRAMATIC!
*sniff*
Awh . . . awh . . .
*Wow*
*Whoever this is, they're pretty...*
*Bombastic*
*I guess*
*stops being bombastic*
*mutters to self* And a nomination for Best Plot-Maker . . .
*frowns at Sam Ish*
. . . We haven't met, have we?
*Sorry*
*I really suck at lip-reading, and asterisks are sound-proof*
. . . Ah.
*returns to the swivel chair behind the desk*
Well then.
Pardonez-moi.
*What?*
*finishes going through the Blogland awards*
. . . Those are all my nominations.
But I do not care!
*spins around the lobby on swivel chair*
I was nominated for things, even though I missed the majority of the voting! How lovely! How droll!
*Uh*
*Okay?*
*... That's a nice swivel chair*
*stops spinning*
Why thank you, Sam Ish. It came with the hotel.
*frowns*
*thinks for a moment*
*Why thank you, Sam Ish. It came with the hotel*
*wonders if he can hear her, now*
*Oh!*
*Hi!*
*smiles*
*Salutations, Sam Ish! May I congratulate you on your fine choice of names?*
*Thank you!*
*I still haven't figured out my gender, so I decided to go with a nice, simple name*
*Of course, I'm also not sure if I'll keep it, so the 'ish'*
*Ah*
*nods wisely*
*I can understand that. For a long time, I myself was not a Bloglandian. Only the characters that I wrote were. Now I am one myself, and have finally taken a name, Clara Crowley, as my own. A name should not be taken lightly.*
*But if you haven't yet decided what gender or name you are, I suppose it's too early to alert Basil.*
*Huh*
*That's interesting*
*...*
*You Bloglandians are a bit strange*
*Running about, EMOTING, and that stuff*
*I mean, you're nice, and interesting...*
*Except that one strange couple...*
*But very, very odd*
*Or I could just be crazy because I haven't talked to people before*
*Also, Basil?*
*A bit strange?*
*. . .*
*I suppose I've been called worse*
*removes glasses and cleans them on the hem of my shirt*
*Basil Hallward is my portrait artist.*
*moistens glasses with breath*
*continues cleaning them on shirt*
*In the basement of my hotel, I have a massive portrait gallery, containing portraits of each and every Bloglander. I don't consider it creepy. It's not a secret, after all; all the Bloglanders know it's there. I think of it as a museum of Blogland history.*
*Huh*
*That's really cool*
*But... No offense, but I don't think you'll get a portrait of me, since I'm just a literary construct*
*I think you'll find many literary constructs here in Blogland, Sam Ish.*
*Oh*
*I mean, still*
*I'm just a representation of the actions of others*
*So there's that*
*. . .*
*. . .*
*. . . You are a very strange thing, Sam Ish.*
*I think you will fit in very well here!*
*broad smile*
*Allow me to introduce myself! I am the unexceptional Clara Crowley, manageress of the remarkable Midnight Hotel!*
*polite curtsy*
*Great!*
*Though I wouldn't call you unexceptional, since you're also the manageress of the Midnight Hotel*
*Bit of an oxymoron, that*
*I'd, uh, bow or curtsy or something, but I'd just be saying it, not... Doing it*
*curious glance*
*Can you not do anything at all?*
*Uh*
*Well*
*Not really*
*...*
*I'm sort of stuck in-between asterisks*
*Generally... People like me, I guess?*
*We sort of describe the actions of other people*
*It's kind of fascinating, now that I think about it*
*Behind every internet hug*
*Or kiss*
*Or murder*
*There's someone blandly watching, and narrating as it happens*
*But yeah, since I'm always inside of asterisks, I can't express actions, like you people*
*So I just sort of float about, bodiless, and just watch stuff happen*
*And narrate, occasionally*
*. . . In that case, sir or madame, I'd say you have a condition.*
*frowns in sympathy*
*Goodness knows I've done some things in asterisks that I'd prefer went unnarrated. Not as bad or as many as some, of course, but never-you-mind.*
*It sounds like a sad life. Not a life at all, in fact.*
*Forgive me. I didn't mean to be so pitying*
*Do you have a physical form, or a need for sleep? If you do, you're welcome to stay at the hotel. We have many fine rooms and our rates are very fair.*
*Well*
*Thanks for the sympathy, in any case*
*And no*
*I just sort of flit about, and generally exist*
*Or not*
*...*
*Life in-between asterisks is strange*
*It is strange indeed. Just carrying on a conversation with you is giving me goosebumps.*
*Hold on; I must breath.*
*GASPS FOR AIR*
Oh no! My gasp was in the asterisks!
But my talking now isn't.
Phew.
Alright.
Back into the fray.
*I'm back.*
*Welcome back!*
*And don't worry about what you do in asterisks*
*I mean, yes, no matter where you are, I hear what is going on in them, as if you were talking right next to me...*
*But I'm learning to drown it out*
*A bit*
*Plus, what you do can't be any worse than what that Adra lady was doing to her... Special friend*
*Ah, you are speaking of Alistair, are you not?*
*nervous giggling*
*They are quite a . . . unique . . . couple, yes.*
*ponders my lack of a special friend*
*weeps anguished tears*
*the weeping lasts 0.06 seconds before I forget what I was thinking about*
*. . .*
*To say the least*
*Soooo...*
*I'll just... Ignore what I heard in those non-conversational asterisks...*
*Topic change!*
*You are a wonderful conversationalist!*
*Given, your only competition are the other Bloglanders who I've met, and they're also wonderful, and myself, who I've been talking to for the past month or so, and is a rather boring person, to be honest*
*You're still great, though!*
Blub?
*um lol yeah im lik totes gr8 at lik talkin 2 people*
*looks at the above sentence*
*rushes to the bathroom and vomits into toilet*
*I . . . I do believe writing that has given me typhoid . . .*
*Oh*
*You can get typhoid?*
*...*
*I was jealous for a moment there*
*Sorry, I'm being dumb*
*pops out of the asterisk*
Ahh . . . ahh . . . oh it feels so good to be out of those asterisks . . .
*vomits into toilet again*
Ehhh . . .
*Ew*
*Uh*
*Sorry*
*But yeah, vomiting is kind of gross*
*scrutinizes Sam Ish with one bloodshot eye*
*low, gravelly voice*
If you have not a stomach for what is disgusting,
or ghoulish, or gory, macabre,
Then I think you'd be better off not roleplaying
in Blogland, and finding some other job.
Here in Blogland, murder is common
And cannibalism a bore
In this comment thread, on Derek's blog,
vomit's the LEAST of what we have in store!
*...*
*I mean, the eye thing is impressive, but...*
*Could you come again?*
*That wasn't in asterisks*
*...*
*Sorry*
*stands and strikes a pose*
*Here in Blogland, we have many adventures,
or write horrible poems like this one.
Here in Blogland, we kill and we maim as we please,
while assuring our victims it's all in good fun.
There are guts to be found here, and gore.
Blood by the bucket, and cannibal meals.
But we also have rainbows and sparkles galore,
and attacks of the Fangirl Feels.
We have every kind of Bloglander,
from the calm, to the crazy, and the odd.
You might think that we would grow tired of it here,
but trust me, Sam Ish, we do not.
Blogland's a word that it built from the mind,
from imagination and beauty.
So how can we let blood stain our bright world?
My answer is thus: It's easy!*
*Ooh, that was lovely!*
*In the parts where it wasn't macabre, at least*
*In those two sentences, Sam Ish, I believe you have summarized our Blogland quite nicely.*
*Oh*
*Well, alrighty, then*
*checks fob watch*
*Forgive me, Sam Ish, but I'm afraid I must go. I have a duck in the oven that is not going to baste itself*
*nods curtly*
*The Midnight Hotel slips down into the soil*
*and is gone*
*Well, bye!*
Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!
I am scared! And excited!88 Days!!!!
Hi people! Is anybody here?
How can it be done?! How?! How will I survive? Almost all of my thoughts revolve around Skulduggery Pleasant! What am I going to do when it's done?!?!?!!?!?!?!
Here is how many times I have read each book.
1: 5
2: 5
3: 5
4: 6
5: 6
6: 1 :(
6.5: 4
7: 6
7.5: 3
8: 9!!!
My friends think I am crazy because I have re-read them "to many" times.
Ok, I think I am talking to myself. Goodbye!
I HAVE RETURNED
*I HAVE RETURNED. did that just fir Sam ish, if s/he is here*
Hello!
Have we met?
YES. WE HAVE. BREIFLY.
I am still here, bored out of my mind. I should be cleaning my room or doing homework but I don't want to.
Ah, did you know I took the name Dugglyn?
NO. I DID NOT.
So. Tired.
Sorry, have to go to swim team. I might be back later today or some time tomorrow.
Kay
*curlsup and dies*
*poof*
I'm sorry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iqWQsjhQJfU&src_vid=OgJe-m3t9cY&feature=iv&annotation_id=annotation_131070
so, for english, we have to watch this and then annotate it.
my english teacher rocks.
@CLARA (IF YOU READ THIS) YOU CAN STILL NOMINATE PEOPLE FOR THE AWARDS AND VOTING HASN'T EVEN STARTED. THE ONLY THING THATS SUPPOSEDLY HAPPENED IS NO MORE SUGGESTING CATEGORIES. FEEL FREE TO NOMINATE..
http://www.quotev.com/Icarus/journal/1445725/Love-is-an-open-Jaw/
What did I do.
""[Christoph:] Okay, can I just, say something crazy?
[Hans:] I love crazy!
[Christoph:] All my life has been a series of pies in my face
And then suddenly I bump into you
[Hans:]
I was thinking the same thing! 'Cause like
I've been searching my whole life to find my own place
And maybe it's the gay guy talking or the chocolate fondue
[Christoph:] [giggles]""
I--
*wheezes* sorry.
Hello?
Is it me you're looking for?
(well, probably not, seeing as you most probably don't know me. Unless you want to get to know me, in which case I say hi. But then again, nobody in their right mind would want to meet me, because, well, I am a me. But you wouldn't know that unless you know me. So meeting me again and making a second first impression would be a little redundant. And impossible. Because, like, FIRST impression.
What the heck am I even saying any more...
Feel free to ignore me.)
ASDFGHJKLASDFGUJKLJGSGDUWK
Snow! Or Hope! Sorry, food and I had to brush my teeth because braces.
Snow's fine. Let me change mah name.
How are you?
I'm good! Slightly tired, and in fangirl mode, but good. :)
Mbd, watching Doctor Who.
WHOUFFLE
EEEEEEEEEEEE
*faints happily*
Omg. I just was asked if I died.
Hello.
*tumbles in*
*by tumbles I mean the type when you do flips into hand stands into cartwheels and what not*
*jumps many feet into the air landing on her feet head bowed*
*looks up*
Hello.
On Mass Effect I'm ranked 3229th in the UK.
And 37,828th in the world. Which is in the top 8% of all players so I don't think it's too bad.
Well done.
*claps*
Wanna spar?
Yes, just give me a moment to make my character a little LESS powerful.
Okay then. I'll wait.
A picture I made myself (well, at least I recoloured it and added in the sniper) why not? :P
Wait that's TINY.
One moment.
Okay give me a sec so I can find out a tiny bit about Infiltrators..
Posted my ships word art . . . !
inkystarrywordart.blogspot.com
#ChaseForBookNine
Silente:
A sum up:
Can turn invisible for short periods of time.
Use sniper rifles and shotguns.
Can throw grenades.
Can hack into technology.
Quite powerful.
((Star that looks AWESOME! I love the writing for Blakione.))
Okay then Dragona! That'll do.
*shrugs off jacket*
*the sigils on her body light up casting a blue glow around her*
Ready.
Thanks, Silente!!! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
((Your welcome! And the shape of Ezter is cool!))
I know! :) It's a lightning bolt. :)
Ezter actually looked pretty rubbish until I'd realised I'd coloured it in the wrong green. :P Now it looks okay. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
Awww Daymn! Okay then. Dedication. I dedicate this page to the Blogland awards.
Originally thought up by Lucifer they are a great idea. Apparently in the past they caused problem but so far this time around its been fine.
I want to thank Star and Fabi for helping with doing it this time and being awesome and coming up with even more categories.
I want to thank Lucifer for giving us her blessing and warning us that it has cause problems.
I hope this time it won't cause any problems. And that's what I dedicate this page to.
I don't think it will. *nods*
*hugs Silente* :)
Great ded . . . :)
When's the voting gonna be then?
I'm sure someone's already asked this, but I probably wasn't paying attention. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Maybe Monday? Give everyone a good chance to nominate. Which reminds me..
GUYS NOMINATIONS WILL BE CLOSING SOON SO BE SURE THAT YOU HAVE NOMINATED BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!
@Silente: Okay. :)
Msd . . . I think I'm going to go to bed pretty much after dinner, because I'm ill and I didn't get much sleep . . .
Oh.
*frowns*
We're watching something.
Oh . . .
Maybe not then. :/
Might temporarily go to bed now then . . .
*possibly disappears*
#ChaseForBookNine
Night if you leave. Get well soon!
There. I've made a Mass Effect-style like thing for myself.
Looks cool Dragona! Anyway where were we? Ah yes.
*shrugs off jacket*
*the sigils on her body light up casting a blue glow around her*
*grins*
Ready.
*loads sniper rifle and shotgun, then vanishes*
yesssssss!808th comment, just what i ALWAYS wanted
((811 the comment Evan))
*looks around for him*
*listens carefully*
*turning slowly scanning the surrounding area*
*sneaks up behind Silente and hits her in the back of the head*
*becomes visible again*
*spins around after getting hit*
Hey!
*grins and swings a punch for Dragona face*
*dodges and vanishes again*
*becomes visible behind Silente and fires shotgun at her*
*moves before the bullet can hit*
*runs as a blur*
*makes a quicker swing at his face*
Wait a second... that was 811th comment. NOOOOOOOOO! i'll never be happy again! Until I get TDOTL signed by the golden god. then i'll read it and the deaths of all my favourite charachters and i'll truly never be happy again. yeahhhhh! bring it on derek!
*knocks her hand aside and responds by punching at her stomach*
*vanishes again*
*grunts and curls in around the fist*
*listens for Dragona's footfalls*
*grins and leaps in his direction*
*punches in the vague area of his kidneys*
*lets the punches hit his armour and responds by becoming visible and firing his shotgun at her before vanishing again*
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