Just thought you'd like to know, because you are eager Minions who care about these things, that I have apparently started Book 7. Ten thousand words written since Friday.
And some of them even make sense.
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- Derek Landy writes the Skulduggery Pleasant series because getting a proper job is so overrated.
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WE UNDERSTAND THAT!
*sighs*
OK, calm down.
...
*slaps*
You aren't calm.
got to go, dinner
answer later
Bye Nix.
*groans*
Bye then.
Eve, I'd better go.
I'll try and get on my iPod.
Bye, Mist.
So you're staying?
*sighs*
Hi, yes sorry.
I had to type out the ENTIRE link to this EXACT page because the damn thing crashed on me.
You have no idea how tedious it was...
Ok, it's up working and ready.
Eve??
hi
Mist?
Yay.
I'm tired.
Long day?
Quite.
How was yours?
Full of drama and excitement.
I hate that girl.
Which girl?
You know that ending to Skulduggery I wrote? I decided to do the battle for the world before the killing and here's what I got so far:
They were in the middle of a deserted city street in Dublin full of large buildings with lights flickering all around them. What an unglamorous place for the battle of the final wave of defence against the end of the world would take place. Darquesse didn’t mind though. It was their choice. It could have taken place high above the ocean, just her and Skulduggery, but he did not seem to think that even remotely fair. She could not blame him. Darquesse stood at one end and more than a thousand sorcerers accompanied by Fletcher Renn, China Sorrows, Skulduggery Pleasant and Ghastly Bespoke as well as all the Sanctuary’s Cleavers stood at the other. She wasn’t bothered. It wouldn’t be much of a challenge, if any at all. She observed them all from the other side. All the Cleavers were armed, she could see, and most of the Sorcerers either held balls of flame in their hands or else weapons of some sort, guns, daggers and bow and arrows. Some of the arrows had fire on them too.
She looked to the right and saw beside all the Sanctuary agents and accomplices, there was another huge crowd of people. She recognized most of them only because of Valkyrie’s memories and experiences with them. Among the second crowds stood Billy-Ray Sanguine, Thrasher holding Scapegrace’s snarling head, Dusk, Dreylan Scarab, old, aging and released from prison and a dozen other petty criminals Valkyrie and Skulduggery had put away in their days. Behind all of them was a ginormous tide of zombies looking thoroughly confused.
“Darquesse.” The voice of Erskine Ravel, grand mage, shot out through a large megaphone and carried easily to Darquesse’s ears.
“Darquesse,” he said. “This will be your one, only and last chance to turn yourself in. If you resist arrest, we will have to choice but to hurt and prosecute you as you will surely kill countless agents of the Sanctuary.”
Darquesse smiled and did not reply.
“Very well then.” Ravel said sadly and she saw Skulduggery’s head droop ever so slightly before increasing the intensity of his fireball.
The moon stopped its rise into the sky, now at its highest, and cast an eerie light upon the scene as Darquesse’s smile slowly fell from her face and begun pacing towards the Sanctuary Agents first. She saw them ready themselves, prepare for battle and brace themselves for death. Darquesse was the most powerful sorcerer ever to live as well as the Death Bringer. She could kill everyone in the vicinity with a single thought; a Death Bubble Valkyrie had called it. But where would be the fun in that? And then she stopped, a mere ten metres away from her enemies and the tensest silence she had ever experienced pressed in on them.
And then a scream, a flash of silver and a young Sorcerer’s blade came slashing down on her head, aiming for the centre. It stopped just before impact, unable to move any further and suddenly, the man tensed, shock and pain abruptly spreading across his face. Then Darquesse glared and the man shot backwards, flew through the air and landed a few hundred metres away, tumbling a thousand times cross the concrete road sending huge chunks of debris flying in all directions before finally settling, still, unmoving…dead.
He had died before he had hit the ground.
Darquesse’s smile rose back to her face.
Just some annoying excuse for an 11 year old who used to think she was my bestie.
Oh.
Cool. The story.
Oh, wow. I think a wave of tiredness just hit me.
If I stop talking, the internet has died or I have suddenly fallen asleep. Probably the latter.
So unfortunate. The one night the internet will stay on for ages I happen to be half asleep early.
i am being back
Hehe. Okay. just don't snore.
Nixion! Hi!
Oh, and that question you asked before Mist? Do i want to destroy the earth? i don't know
Part of me does, part of me doesn't
*begins to watlz with immaginary partner*
Don't destroy Earth! Destroy the sun! Before it explodes on us!
Hi Eve. How has life been treating you since we last met?
*sighs*
I give up on you, Nixion.
Sorry, I am just far too tired.
*groans*
im too tierd godniht
They were in the middle of a deserted city street in Dublin full of large buildings with lights flickering all around them. What an unglamorous place for the battle of the final wave of defence against the end of the world would take place. Darquesse didn’t mind though. It was their choice. It could have taken place high above the ocean, just her and Skulduggery, but he did not seem to think that even remotely fair. She could not blame him. Darquesse stood at one end and more than a thousand sorcerers accompanied by Fletcher Renn, China Sorrows, Skulduggery Pleasant and Ghastly Bespoke as well as all the Sanctuary’s Cleavers stood at the other. She wasn’t bothered. It wouldn’t be much of a challenge, if any at all. She observed them all from the other side. All the Cleavers were armed, she could see, and most of the Sorcerers either held balls of flame in their hands or else weapons of some sort, guns, daggers and bow and arrows. Some of the arrows had fire on them too.
She looked to the right and saw beside all the Sanctuary agents and accomplices, there was another huge crowd of people. She recognized most of them only because of Valkyrie’s memories and experiences with them. Among the second crowds stood Billy-Ray Sanguine, Thrasher holding Scapegrace’s snarling head, Dusk, Dreylan Scarab, old, aging and released from prison and a dozen other petty criminals Valkyrie and Skulduggery had put away in their days. Behind all of them was a ginormous tide of zombies looking thoroughly confused.
“Darquesse.” The voice of Erskine Ravel, grand mage, shot out through a large megaphone and carried easily to Darquesse’s ears.
“Darquesse,” he said. “This will be your one, only and last chance to turn yourself in. If you resist arrest, we will have to choice but to hurt and prosecute you as you will surely kill countless agents of the Sanctuary.”
Darquesse smiled and did not reply.
“Very well then.” Ravel said sadly and she saw Skulduggery’s head droop ever so slightly before increasing the intensity of his fireball.
The moon stopped its rise into the sky, now at its highest, and cast an eerie light upon the scene as Darquesse’s smile slowly fell from her face and begun pacing towards the Sanctuary Agents first. She saw them ready themselves, prepare for battle and brace themselves for death. Darquesse was the most powerful sorcerer ever to live as well as the Death Bringer. She could kill everyone in the vicinity with a single thought; a Death Bubble Valkyrie had called it. But where would be the fun in that? And then she stopped, a mere ten metres away from her enemies and the tensest silence she had ever experienced pressed in on them.
And then a scream, a flash of silver and a young Sorcerer’s blade came slashing down on her head, aiming for the centre. It stopped just before impact, unable to move any further and suddenly, the man tensed, shock and pain abruptly spreading across his face. Then Darquesse glared and the man shot backwards, flew through the air and landed a few hundred metres away, tumbling a thousand times cross the concrete road sending huge chunks of debris flying in all directions before finally settling, still, unmoving…dead.
He had died before he had hit the ground.
Darquesse’s smile rose back to her face.
“Are there any reinforcements from the other Sanctuary’s coming in?” Daruqesse asked softly, delicately, deadly. No one replied. “New Zeeland? America? Africa? Australia? China?”
Ms Sorrows glared at the mention and Darquesse laughed.
“No? How about Thailand? India?”
“They’ll be coming.” Skulduggery assured her and she laughed again.
“By which time you’ll all be dead.” She said airily. “And look how desperate you’ve become. Begging criminals for help, you have sunk so low.” She laughed again and waved a hand to the smaller group of people to her right.
“Shut up!” the snarling head of Scapegrace roared and Thrasher jeered while the other zombies shifted, uninterested, behind them.
Something to read.
Goodnight...
*walks off, half asleep*
*snorts*
I knew i made no sence Mist
Life has been treating me like a friend. 'Cause my friend has just been tagged. *laughs at poor friend*
night Mist!
*starts spinning*
Woop, woop, woop, woop, woop, woop, woop...
spinning probably won't help you sleep
Woop, woop, woop, woop, wo-BOOOOOOOOM!
*pats Mist shoulder* Goodnight, Mist. Go to bed now. *pushes Mist in direction of bed before he falls alseep*
*laughs, hits head and sits down*
...
...
...Woop, woop, woop, woop, woop, woop, woop, woop.
*chloroforms Mist to sleep*
*groans*
Woops are boring...
*looks around*
LAKE!
*dives in lake*
Wow!...Damn it didn't wake me up.
SPARKY, SHOCK ME PLEASE!
Wait, cloro-?
*falls into lake agian*
*sighs and throws down oxygen tank*
shingbalimp!
I knew that staying away for a year wouldn't last.
You see how much I lie, Eve?
*sighs sadly*
I'm a bad person.
Hehe. I'm glad you're back, Mist. :)
After a day.
*snorts*
I never thought you would Mist. Maybe a week, but not a year...
You didn't even last a day
What? You're not a bad person? Who said that?
And I-
*gets up*
Don't-
*walks out of lake*
Deserve-
*climbs tree-house*
Any-
*slumps on bed in room*
Friends...
*sleeps*
I said it, Eve.
I'm not a good person.
I'm not nice.
I try to be, but I'm not.
I'm a bad person.
Grrr! You better elaborate on that or I'm bringing out Cthulhu.
You're one of the best friends i've ever had
And you argue with me on a regualr basis
Being sleepy makes me sad.
Being sad makes me say things that are true.
It also unhinges me a bit more...
if everyone here was considered bad for beinh unhinged, this would be a blog for serial killers
What do you mean elaborte? You want me to say it again?
I'm a bad person.
I'm terrible.
I'm evil, I'm dark and I'm rude.
*elaborate
*sighs and tries to stay awake*
Answer me...before I fall asleep...
Evil- how are you evil
Dark- something in comon
Rude- everyone here is
OI!! Listen! You are NOT a bad person. Murderers are bad people. Robbers are usually bad people. Bullies are bad people. Vathrasis are bad people. I don't see your name on that list.
I'm evil because...
...Because I am!
I hurt Eve.
when you hurt Eve?
...You didn't hurt me. *frowns*
When did you hurt me?
Eve, I almost killed a human once.
And I've killed a million ants in today alone. I rob people of chocolate.
I invented Vathrasi who is a spin off of a character I made, a Demon, named Vathra.
I did.
Remember whats-his-face?
Uh...Regithus or whatever?
He wasn't a guy from my school.
He was me.
I hit you so I could argue with myself.
how the hell did you almost kill someone?
*groans*
I need to go.
Will have a shower then get on iPod.
fine
then you explain yourself
One - ALMOST.
Two - Ants don't count.
Three: Chocolate is yummmy. You are allowed.
Four: Derek invented a lot of bad people. He's not a bad person.
There. Now be left speechless.
Eve, do you think im a freak?
HA! Well, we better get even then. *hits Mist playfully* There. Now what?
Oh. Bye, Mist.
I still hit you.
I hit a girl, and even worse, it was you. I'm not a good person, Eve.
*looks at Nix* No...
Hit me harder...
i just recently told you that i can't make a desition without thinking about what someone else would do, i once told you im afraid of the dark, and im nearly always depressed.
*rolls eyes* Mist, you're an idiot. I sample blood. VIRTUALLY. That's what makes this fun. Watch. *dislocates Nix's arm* See? No harm done. You're just LOOKING for things like this now.
Nix, you're also an idiot. Being afraid of the dark and depressed doesn't make you a freak. Snap out of it, guys.
Guys. Pfft.
Ugh. Fine. But IT DOESN'T ACTUALLY HURT, REMEMBER? *hits Mist so hard he crahes into tree*
Mist, typing a punch does not actually count as a punch
Thank you, Nix. See? You have nothing left to say you're a bad person.
My logic beats all.
Look either way, I'm still a bad person.
Even though you don't really know me, I think you guys know it's true too.
i believe that you are a good person. A little sad at times, but a good person
Look, if it's true, if you are somehow a bad person, then I don't know you at ALL. The Mist I know sticks up for his friends, is one of the kindest people in blogland and doesn't even have enough psychopathicness to kill someone. So there.
*sighs again, completly redepressed*
*groans* What now?
same thing
im kinda grinning becasue you have to comfort Mist, and now im depressed, but im still sad*
Nix stop being all depressed. Please.
Thanks Eve.
*smiles*
you know, it's not as easy as turning a switch on
Feel better Mist?
*moans* Comforting Mist is HARD.
*pats Nix while patting Mist* There there, my fellow bloggers. There there.
Oh! It worked! *is suddenly chirpy* *pats Mist happily*
Now, NIX.
Nets going bye!!!
Nix, you DO have an identity. You think you only act how other people act, but I have met no one who acts the same as you. You're different. That's a good thing. Remember how you thought you were a freak? That means you're different.
Bye, Mist!
Bye Mist
Or not. But it will die at any second.
Nix you know what you need?
A girl.
*grumbles about how ___ isn't interested in blog couples*
Do you liek my ramblings and comments?
Becasue half of what i do is copying, the other half is doing stuff that people like.
*rams head into Mist*
Mist, i DO need a girl. I tried asking one out at school last week, ans got rejected.
You don't copy other people's comments. And you've said a lot of things I don't like. That's a compliment.
thank you...?
What? Oh I wasn't talking about you I was talking bout who Nix likes. Can't tell
*looks at blank space in Mist's comment* Who are you talking about?
Eve, please don't go there. Im just getting over it, and i don't want it brought up again
Oh, right.
Sorry. But again, you are a unique person, you HAVE an identity, and if you're not convinced, look at your finger.
Eve, you're a girl! How they hell do i ask out a girl?
Wait a minute...scans comments... I haven't dedicated!!
I dedicate this page to Nix becuase he needs to know that you have friends. People care for you Nix. And you bloody well do have an identity. :)
wow. I have friends that actually care about me...
I don't think i've been able to say that before
And you see? Just saying that, even bringing up the topic that you have no identity makes you unique. How many people you know have talked about that?
*scowls* you just realised that. As I said, this may not appeal to EVERYONE, but for a girl like me, just act all shy about it, and ask her when she's NOT around friends, or she's under pressure. That's the best advice I can give. I've only been asked out once, due to lack of confident guys at the school I go to.
...
No one...
i onced asked a girl out, and im pretty sure i said something along the lines of "i like your hair"...
Why did i do that?
Huh?
Um...don't do that.
yeah, it didn't end well, that one...
it was prtty nice hair, you know, as hir goes...
Mm. You see, that would creep ME out, and it would give me a story to tell my friends.
oh yeah...
1st
Only say something like that if the girl actually says something along the lines of her hair not being good-looking or something.
I dedicate this page to any friend that actually cares about me
*friend from school rocks up and smiles*
No, diffenatly not you...
I think Mist's internet colapsed
Thank you, Nix, gor dedicating the page to me. *meaning*
I think so too.
the friend i was talking about in my ded, he dosen't care about me...
I once told him a feelt depressed, and he looked at me and said "you're always depressed" and walked to some oter friends of his (his, not mine)
I dont.
I think it's about to though.
i might have to leave soon
Ah, well, you're always going to have people who don't care, and they aren't worth it.
*sighs*
Nix one day I am going to meet you. And then you'll have someone to talk to.
*smiles at Mist*
I might have to leavesoon too.
You too, Eve. I want to meet everyone on blogland.
yeah...
so why am i still his friend. He was my friend in kinder (not then to now, but then and now)
I wish I could meet you guys.
Except for Jakro and Dylan and freakfan...
well, when we all write and publish books in a few years, we'll all go see derek landy together
Speaking of Dylan, i don't think he's comming back... ever
I had a friend like that. She held a record for most annoying person in the world. I kept asking myself, why is she still my friend? Then I ditched her and that was the end of it.
*sighs sadly and hangs head*
Yeah, I'm not a big freakfan of Freakfan either... copying is lame. *quotes Valkyrie V*
What's wrong now, Mist?
i had a friend, he was the worst person ever. He actually beat me up a few times, and sulked about everything, yet he was the one saying he didn't want to be my friend anymore...
*scoffs* idiot friends.
he beat me up...
why? why was i his friend, and why would he do that?
All this. The beating up the making people feel sad, the yelling, the teasing... I have done all that.
That what makes me a bad person. Everyone who meets me these days thinks its impossible. I'm like the Skulduggery/Vile!
I'm a very bad person....
oh please Mist
People are weird. And stupid.
That same girl has punched me several times before...well, she tried, but she's pretty rubbish. I didn't even say ouch. She's the same girl who cries when she falls over.
And I keep trying to make up for it, but I'm still mean.
Mist, through all the time i have known you, you are kind and generous
Okay. But Skulduggery redeemed himself, did he not? Would you call Skul a bad person?
That's what everyone says! I've still BEEN bad and probably still am in one way or another.
You must have redeemed yourself, because you are more decent than anyone I know.
i won't denie, i hate most of those people, but i was hardly any better. I wanted to be popular, and wanted to be one of them. I could've been, if my friend didn't stop being my friend
...I...
i saw the same friend i mentioned (let's call him X) beat up a year 2, and we were in year 6, and i didn't do anything...
Fame, popularity, everyone wants it. I know I do.
Grr, I have to go now. Bye, guys. *hugs Mist* *hugs Nix*
5 more minutes...
Bye Eve.
*waits for Mist to continue his sentence*
Bye Eve
Crap, internets going to go I think.
and thanks, i do realise i have an idenity, i just don't show it all the time
oh, right. Well, bye. *moonwalks away*
mist, finish the sentence
Or not.
*looks at Eve sceptically*
Nah. You don't want to hear. And Eves gone so...
Gotta run
See you all some other time!
Mist, please finish the sentence
Please
Bye...
Maybe some other time.
*smiles in the way that says I aren't going to*
It's terrible.
*rolls eyes*
Fine
Bye!
No one wants to hear it.
Mist, you know that you can tell me anything, and i won't judge you
Please
Mist?
*shakes head*
It's beyond that.
*groans*
Fine! But you will judge me! This is why I am bad!
Mist, please tell me. I won't jugde you, i promise
*cries*
I broke my brothers arm, Nixion! When he was 4!
Mist...
Im sure it was an accident
I snapped my 4 year old brothers arm! At the age of 6! Who does that!? A bad person does! Me!
I grabbed his arm and snapped it against my knee. It was no accident. And when I heard it crack , you know what I did!?
Mist, i've met people who've done worse
I promise you, i don't think anything less fo you, not even a bit. The fact that you feel so horrible makes me sure that you're a good person
...
you were 6, im sure you didn't know what you were doing...
I laughed! I heard it snap and I laughed, loving the sound of his pain. I am a sick, mean brutal person.
That is why.
*continues crying*
But that's the point! At 6 I cracked bones for the fun of it and felt no remorse for three years!
Mist, you were 6. No one really understands consequences when they're 6. And i don't mean gettin in toruble, i mean no one understands what they're really doing.
I've gotta go, but i don't think anything less of you Mist, trust me
I did that.
Well you should. Night.
I'm sure I'm a badder person than you are.
Is anyone even here?
hi. Goon morning! i'm here now... it's morning time for me... i am here
...brb to anyone who comes on later! 2 mins tops.
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