The wind along the dusty plains below slowly swept up speckles of dirt, throwing them across the cliff side and up past Samus' face. Her blond hair blew slightly in the wind as Adam floated behind her, watching over her shoulder. She was looking out into the horizon when a Pirate ship floated up in front of her. Two Pirates appeared from hatches on the side of the ship and began to fire at her. The hunter jumped up toward the sun, blinding the Pirate’s aim before they were blown out of the sky in a brilliant explosion. A thick thump on the ground sounded her landing, and Samus' arm cannon clicked back to it’s normal form, just before a large explosion in front of Adam sent the hunter forward and off the cliff. Her grapple beam had just clipped onto the edge of the cliff as dust blew past her.
'That was close.'
She had started climbing back up when her grapple broke free from the rock, sending her falling again. She managed to clip onto another loose rock again before Ridley flew just beneath her legs. She sighed at the close call and began to get back up quickly when a second blue-eyed Dragon flew underneath her, chasing after the first. The second roared at Ridley and flew up straight, taunting the Space Dragon. Ridley turned around and flew back at the other Dragon in a blur of black and orange, firing a plasma beam at his blue counterpart. The other returned with a blue beam of lightning and energy and spun around, the two in blurs of black, joined together by a blue and orange beam of energy. They corkscrewed upwards and began to get closer to one another until they locked claws, breaking when the blue eyed dragon spun and slammed Ridley into a nearby Pirate ship, sending both down in a fiery wreckage. He flew back down to the cliff and landed beside Adam softly as Samus finally climbed over the crest of the cliff. She brushed her ponytail behind her head as the Dragon bowed his head to the ground while she looked at him. She stepped a few meters closer before he looked back up at her.
“Samus Aran?"
The hunter jumped back a little at the Dragon talking. She had never seen a Dragon other than Ridley, let alone one that could speak.
“I apologize, I’ve been looking for you. There is a more hospitable field a few miles south, if you could follow me."
The Dragon took off in a cloud of dust and Samus began to walk back to her ship. There was something she trusted in him, even though Adam didn’t feel the same. She reassured her C.O. that if anything was to happen, she could dispatch of him easily. The tone of her words wasn’t enough to trick Adam into being trusty of the creature. Regardless, he had little overall choice in where she wanted to go. It wasn’t like he could simply close a door to prevent her from going anywhere. The craft lifted up from the ground and flew out and away from the cliff, following what was now a black speck in the distance. Adam managed to half the gap before the Dragon took a nosedive and landed softly on the grassy plains. Adam floated above and began to descend vertically. The next thing Samus saw out of the windsheild was an average looking middle-age man standing in front of her ship. His dark blond hair was combed forward, reaching just above his blue eyes. His face was normal but had a sharp and narrow look to it, outline a bit by his open black cloak. Everything he wore underneath was also black; his shirt, normal fitting jeans, even his dress shoes. The black clothing seemed to make the sword in his right hand shine that much more. The blue handle was in the rough shape of a Dragon’s face, with the wings acting as the crossguard. He bowed when Samus had gotten closer, making his cloak flap in the wind more.
“I’m sorry for the change of location. I’m not very durable in this form and where we were was not very hospitable. My English in my other form is also quite lacking, to say the least. Getting to the point, I have been looking for you specifically because of the events on SR-388. The Pirates have developed new cloaking technology to mimic the appearance of other species, specifically this time the Federation officials. They have been replacing officials and were the ones that started the Metroid breeding project on the station and who have a bounty on your head. If this isn’t stopped, eventually the Pirates will take over the entire Federation from the inside out."
He sighed and continued.
“Which brings the point of why I required you. The Pirates found an EMP device I was creating to disable their system and kicked me out of the building before I could activate it. They have the same technology on a ship in orbit above Earth, where the originals are being held hostage. That ship, the G.F.S. Vandera, has the control device on the Pirates, however my technology is far too inferior to manipulate such control schemes."
Samus turned and started to walk toward her ship. Adam’s suspicions were right. She had no reason to trust him or his plan, which would put her right in the territory of the Federation, who would arrest her at first sight. That’s all the man wanted.
“Miss Aran. Samus!"
The hunter turned around and pointed her arm cannon at him to shut him up. Whether he was a human or a Dragon it didn’t matter to her, he was starting to annoy her far beyond her own patience.
“Sam you’re the only one I know who’s in the same predicament as I am and who could help me. I wouldn’t have bothered you otherwise. I can cle-"
A gunshot rang out as a yellow blur of energy zoomed past the man’s head, just barely missing his ear. He didn’t make any move to dodge it, instead starting to move closer toward her. His hand lightly rested on her arm cannon as he looked into her visor. She slowly dropped her arm to her side and he dropped his own. She had no idea what she should be thinking but stood there, knowing that he wouldn’t hurt her. He gave her a warm smile before talking again.
“My name is Ty. Thank you."
The Orbital Lunar Colony had scheduled G.F.S. Vandera to dock an hour from then. All the staff personal had begun to run around, gathering and organizing things for the arrival of the famous Admiral of the ship. It was a special occasion simply for the ship to be in Lunar orbit, let alone docking to the station itself. Voices were amass in trying to sort out people as much as items, with boots clanging off the steel flooring and sounds of shoving and apologizing. The sounds of the docking clamps locking signalled the arrival of the Vandera and all inside the station lined up in several rows, each to the side of the main hatch. Each man clad in light grey clothing stood up straight as the hatch opened and the Admiral and crew filed out. The Lieutenant in charge of the station greeted him with a salute.
“Good afternoon Lieutenant."
“Sir. We have quarters sectioned off for you and all your men."
The Admiral looked around oddly, inspecting each nook and cranny his eyes could analyze.
“I heard there’s a banquet here as well, is that right Lieutenant?"
“Yes sir, that’s right. At seventeen-hundred hours tonight sir."
“Good. I’m starting to get hungry."
“There are snacks in your quarters, if you want sir."
“Thank you Lieutenant, that’ll be all."
The Admiral walked off to his set of quarters, with his crew following behind him as the Lieutenant ordered to get everything cleaned up and ready for the meal at 5:00. When they got far enough away, the Pirates turned off their systems and planned for the attack. They had enforcements just outside of the system that could come in and replace the station personal easily. Everything was working right into their claws...
Except that the enforcements had already been demolished by Samus. She stood atop her ship with the Dragon behind her, watching the consecutive destruction of the last ship into fiery fragments of it’s former glory. Samus had seen so much death that it didn’t effect her the slightest, however the same couldn’t be said for the one behind her. She turned and went back into her ship as Ty jetted off again toward the third planet. The hunter had a feeling that those ships weren’t the only troubles they would encounter. Adam had appeared to read her mind.
“It’s strange for you to be working with someone at all."
She looked out to the Dragon in front of them, who was beginning to drop to their speed. She felt something about him that she trusted deep down. Something that made working with him not a chore but a usual day.
“Samus are you alright?"
“I’m fine Adam. Thank you."
“There are Pirate life signs on the Lunar Colony, we should go there first."
Samus nodded and Adam steered himself toward the back emergency hatch of the station. He rewrote the overrides and let the hunter through easily. Ty had managed to pry open a separate hatch and crawl inside into the pressurized compartment, where he turned back into his more comfortable human form. They crawled and rolled around through the ducts and found the Pirates in one of the hallways, dropping down through the grate and blasting several of them with electrical and ionic bursts before the others took cover in the rooms. Samus went into the first room with Ty in the hallway and took out the remaining Pirates in the room before the others tried to escape, falling dead in the hallway by Ty’s hand. By then the security personal in the station had converged at the other side, with guns drawn and aimed at the two intruders.
“You are both hereby under arrest."
Ty sighed as electrical bursts crawled from his feet and shocked the men unconscious. Samus took lead to clear out the succeeding hallway and both entered the G.F.S. Vandera. The inside of the ship was designed like the Pirate ships, with the crew themselves crawling everywhere. Several of them pointed at Samus and began to fire at her, but were quickly and easily dispatched. Samus continued toward the bridge as Ty kept guard at the hatch, to make sure nothing came in to halt their mission. She sighed in relief after she turned the system off, and then jumped back when the front screen was black for a second and then normal again, with a tail following downward. She watched the Dragon fly toward Earth, headed straight for the capital city, and ran back toward Ty and her ship to follow. Bombs had already begun to explode around buildings as Ridley flew about, destroying whatever he could in rage. He flew up and fired directly at Ty and Samus. Ty managed to fly out of the way but the hunters gunship wasn’t so lucky. Samus told Adam to land and start repairing himself as she got out of her ship and jumped onto Ty’s back. Ridley managed to get behind the duo and began to fire his plasma beam at them, with Samus returning fire with her ice beam. One of the shots hit Ridley in the head and stopped his beam fire. He screeched loudly at them, making a prime target for Samus to land a diffusion missile down his throat. The icy explosion sent the rival Dragon downwards, where a sharp spire on the roof of a building impaled his chest. The entire city went silent except for the occasional flapping of Ty’s wings as they landed on one of the taller buildings. Samus jumped off the Dragon’s back and clicked a button on her suit, making her helmet disappear in a flash of light as Ty changed back into his human form.
“To think, a hunter working with me. Who would have imagined it?"
Heavy winds began to pick up as a fleet personal escort ship landed on the roof of the building. The Fleet Admiral stepped out of the craft, followed by several soldiers.
“Do we have you two to thank for this?"
Ty stepped forward and saluted toward the Admiral.
“Actually sir, this is all of Samus' doing. If I may be so bold to ask, is this enough for a pardon?"
“Besides the mess and the trouble with the rest of the Pirates, this is more than enough for a medal. But yes, she’s pardoned. Thank you Samus, we’ll contact you when we find something for you to do."
The Admiral turned around and walked back into the ship, followed by his soldiers. The engines powered up and lifted the ship up and away from them. Ty turned and looked out into the city, with Samus standing behind him. His cloak and her hair blew in the breeze that flew between the buildings in the city. He looked over to Samus to say something, but decided against it, and turned back to the centre of the building. He was just about ready to fly off again until the girl turned around again.
“Ty."
He turned back around again at his name. Samus' armour suit had disappeared and Adam floated behind her, waiting. She walked up to Ty and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. She broke the embrace and looked up into his eyes.
“Thanks Sam."
The hunter smiled and turned back to her ship, standing on the elevator entrance and looking down at Ty.
“Will I see you again?"
He shrugged and laughed some.
“There’s not that many Dragons around. Count on it."
He turned around and flew away again, taking off to one of the closer star systems as Samus went back into her ship. It wasn’t until the ship began to lift off that she noticed there was a note taped to her wind sheild, with Ty’s signature at the bottom.
Useful_Idiot Damn you Thatcher, damn you tory bitch! Rep: 7
Ok,I have written 4 stories that were never fully completed. (My russian prisoner was just a few words from his escape from the camp though) Anyway, I’m leaving behind the street gangs and trying a diferent form. Fantasy. Mostly all of my stories are speech-based, with lots of speech but hardly any explanation. To try and make things easier, I’m gonna try first person view. Anyway, here goes!
Chapter one.
I climbed off the ship’s ruins, and noticed how quiet the island seemed to be. The only sounds I could hear were the bushes being pushed as I walked along the jungle and my footsteps in the grass. After a few minuites of walking I found a village. The houses were made of fine oak, but hardly anybody was outside. The village was quiet. Too quiet. I put my hand on my scimitars handle, it seemed like they were going to jump and attack me. Finally one of them walked towards me. I kept a tight hold of my scimitar.
“Let go of your weapon, we do not want to hurt you." said the villager.
I let go. He smiled.
“What is this place? Where am I?" I asked him.
“You are in Hendari."
“Hendari?"
“Yes, Hendari is the name of this village. The entire island is Prigetla. How did you get here? Why did you come here?
“I was travelling in a ship with a few friends, we were attacked by pirates. They sunk our ship, and all of my friends drowned. I managed to get a piece of broken wood and float to the island."
“Hmm, I think you should see the village chief. Follow me to him."
I followed him into a mahogany cabin. Inside the cabin were simple stools with poor tables, but compared to the rest of the villagers the chief was probably rich. The chief was large and had a wooden spear laying on the wall near his stool. He looked violent. But he welcomed me as if I were a friend he’d known for years. He told me I was welcome to stay on the island. He took me to a small hut with a large rug for sleeping. Good timing, I was really tired. I fell asleep easy.
After I had woken up the next morning, everybody seemed more friendly to me. But didn’t feel right, something was up. I went to the village chief to ask what was going on.
“It’s nothing to worry about. They just aren’t used to having a normal man with them." Replied the chief.
“Normal? What do you mean by normal?"
“Most of the island hates us. They have developed towns and cities, with strong buildings and finer clothes and other expensive things. They consider us to be barbaric. We have thought about going to war with Losevo, a small town that has always hated us."
“Hmm, war? What stopped you?"
" The fact that we have a 0 percent chance of sucess.
A revised story I originally wrote for my Creative Writing class. Its about a boy who loses his mind trying to learn too much. While I doubt anybody really goes through something so extreme, its meant to downplay over-achievement. Not that its bad to do well, but don’t overdo it. Sometimes you suck as a person because of it. I can’t tell you how many over-achievers I know that are pretentious dickholes that constantly have the balls to call me pretentious. And, the funny thing, most of these people are pretty stupid when it comes down to it. They fail at some pretty logical stuff.
I also find nature to be soothing as hell, but don’t worry, I’m not Emerson about it.
By the way, if a paragraph seems confusing, tell me, I may have messed it up since the site doesn’t do much in the way of keeping the indentations.
You Know Too Much
Knowledge is power, but venturing to find it can destroy.
I am Robert Willow, now in my high school years and quite the scholar. Do not mistake me for a bookworm, I don’t dedicate all my time to studies but rather spend time out in the woods, roughly five miles south of my rural home when I need a break and am not in the mood for a quick trip to town to meet up with my friends for a bite to eat or a movie.
Yet, I was not always this way. As a child, I relinquished my childhood in an attempt to excel in my schooling. It became an addiction of mine, and I went crazy for it.
My parents noted that I quickly learned how to speak as an infant and this evolved into quickly learning how to read. I was proud of myself, however proud an infantile mind can be, and, as such, drove myself to further expand my personal encyclopedia. This discovery of learning led me to be excited for my first year of school. My first day began in joy but, alas, ended in disappointment. Kindergarten proved to be no challenge for me, and first through third grade I gradually increased my study habits as I planned to be vastly superior to my peers. I was driven to the core, frantically studying so I could surpass what was expected of me and reach higher education as fast as I could. I skipped fourth grade and in fifth grade, I juggled between its courses and sixth grade classes. By the seventh grade, I had many eighth grade classes but was held back primarily due to gym requirements and that I slacked in class due to boredom. How I hated gym; it frustrated me to no end. I wasn’t a terrible athlete-not the greatest either-but I didn’t find any use in a class where I throw around balls aimlessly. Constantly conflicts would arise between the gym teacher and me, conflicts caused since I disagreed that the class was even useful on a daily basis. This probably slowly began my mental instability and eventual meltdown.
My nights were rigorous: All I would do at home is read Internet articles, test myself, and study material of my choice until it was grafted into my memory. What people call a life, I did not have. Pain in my muscles would form from mental stress and the fact I did not give my body access to decent nutrition. Sure, I ate food regularly, however, the food included only ramen, chips, soda, and any cheap crap for anything halting my studies was an enemy. Dad tried his hardest to get me out of the house and play sports like a “normal” child, but I would not have it. Each time he presented an idea that involved me leaving my material a flame would build in my heart and my stomach felt queasy in annoyance. Dreams of hurting him came on some nights, but I tried to forgive him: Funny how that was since, in truth, I was the one who needed to be forgiven.
Mom was, at first sight, supportive of my studies. While I now realize her decision to do so was idiotic, at the time she was my saint. She was an angel to my eyes. Unfortunately, she suffered more than she would let on. Kind, sweet mothers such as mine tend to care too much about how their children feel: They act as if the only positive emotion is happiness. I don’t know if she ever learned the truth about that, but I assume so for she was constantly depressed near the end of my seventh grade year. When she spoke to me her words were weak and full of despair, yet, hidden as loving words of comfort in their low tone. In my selfishness, I never realized she feared for my well being while trying to keep me from feeling malice toward her as I did my dad. I joke now that she was psychic; she knew all along I would lose control of myself.
During the beginning of the warm summer vacation preceding eighth grade, I was into the usual routine of rigorous study and lack of human interaction. My room was lit only by a desk lamp sitting atop the very desk I would study on, my material sucking in all the light keeping my room dark. At the time, I hated the sun, its reflection on the pearl desk I sat at hurt my eyes. My body was stressed, my head hurting. Each vein around my skull bulged so greatly that I could feel them as the dank air of my concealed room passed over my sweat-covered face. The blood pulsed fiercely in my head. This night’s headaches were the most intense they had ever been when I studied hard. In fact, I closed my eyes often and took quick breaks to try and soothe the pain, but all I saw in the darkness of my own head were equations and concepts that convoluted my mind. I was not ready for it. I realized that in a flash but this epiphany was overblown by torturous reaction. The brain cannot handle more than it is meant to. As any constant increase in gas pressure does to a plastic bottle, this information I was piling up burst with intense force out of my mind.
I saw the colors of the world invert before my vision blanked, only for a few seconds before returning. My head began throbbing as if being beaten by a stone over and over again. When I did regain vision, it was blurry and I had no ability to properly register what I was seeing. My eyes were as well creating objects that did not exist, but I could see them and it made the already blurry sight I had even harder to use. As any ignorant child would, I lost sanity and began screaming. It took but a mere fifteen constant seconds of yelling for my airways to burn and scratch. The yelling became hoarse and my vision cycled through clear to blurry, the objects burned in my vision still coming and going as my eyes saw fit.
Out of my head poured what I had learned. I could not process information normally and nothing made sense. Confusion and fear overtook me and I jumped out of my chair, holding my head and flailing it around violently, banging into the walls and furnishings. My hands felt the bunt of these forces, causing my knuckles to bleed. All the while, the screaming continued but became so hoarse that it was near-inaudible.
My room felt as if a prison; I had to escape it. Using force I didn’t know I had, I busted my door open and ran out of the room, still flailing and screaming, slightly looking up to at least try and keep some comprehension of my surroundings so I didn’t trip over something and bust my head open. Probably what worsened this fit was my resistance to my insanity. Trying to hold my head just made me flail more and trying to keep vision on what would be the most harmful just worsened it. The blur stages lasted longer each time they hit and my head throbbed so intensely that I wanted it to explode and save the misery.
The house still imprisoned me; only under the gases of the sky could I be free. Still in a raving fit, I ran to the front door and tried to constrain my whole impulsive body to open it. The resistance was hard and I felt comfort more comfort in returning to the flailing when I ran out the door. Outside I continued to run, flailing and screaming, tearing off my clothes in a crazed rage. I tore my shirt’s sleeved sleeves, ripped my buttons off, tore off the belt of my pants, and dug into my shoes to pry them off. A trail of clothing debris formed behind me and before long I was only in my drawers. I still did not stop and continued to run into the empty fields of grass.
When I was surrounded only by the distant borders of the forest, my mind soothed. All the pains I dealt to myself, as well as the headaches, vanished and I was in euphoria. I stared at the nimbus-filled sky above me, my jaw dropped in awe. It is difficult to explain the feeling I had that moment. It was as if I had seen the sky for the first time in my life, despite knowing it for years as any human did. My bare feet felt the soft grass beneath me, the grass warm from bathing all day in the yellow sun which was beaming solely on the field I occupied. The soft green reflection restored my eyes and calmed my thoughts even more. My mind was still empty, but at least now it was stable. I’m not sure if I intentionally fell back or if I just passed out, but my back suddenly hit the ground, the impact softened by the long blades of grass. The clouds moved slowly in the sky, repainting a beautiful picture that I could admire for hours. Not that I did for my body turned off and I fell asleep.
I woke up in the arms of my mother: Mom held me in her lap as she sat, eyes closed, in our living room’s quiet rocking chair, motioning the chair back and forth with her toes. The repetitive motion was a lullaby for my body, but having already slept with the grass beneath me, I was not tired enough to easily fall asleep again. I was still in my boxer shorts but now they were accompanied by a cotton blanket which had been wrapped around my body. The warmth did more than comfort, it made me realize that I was too cold a person, greedily stuck in my studies and isolated from any human being. What good was I if I did not leave my room? I softly uttered an apology to my mom, not intending her to hear it, and closed my eyes, delightfully forcing sleep.
When I awoke, the first thing I did was go to the city’s mall.
VERY STUPID AND DOSEN’T REFLECT ON MY WRITING SKILLS. I just wrote it for fun.
At the year 2015 the world was full of carnage and chaos. The world was at the verge of destruction and humanity had no escape. Then the answer came. A group of scientists found away to stop the war and crime. They had a breakthrough in their genetics division. By combing DNA stands created an army of super soldiers. By combing DNA strands of two different species they created an unstoppable army of super soldiers, programmed to stop all things that are negative to human society. The super soldiers were created by splicing human DNA with something else. The thing that human DNA strands were spliced with is a something that has existed since earth was first created; a living being that has multiplied since first born, and its children have been living under humanities noses. These powerful beings are non other then bananas. No one knows much about the original banana, but the children of the banana god have dormant genes in them that hold some of the beings awesome power. The scientist learned this and combined human DNA with the bananas to activate some of the dormant cells. This allowed the bananas to gain super strength that lets them to pick up cars, intelligence that gives them that capability to think like super computers, and almost unlimited stamina. The world leader had control over the bananas. This allowed the government to stop all forms of crime since no one could stop the army of bananas, but then something horrible happened.
Now at the year 2070 the genetically enhanced bananas are starting to change. They are going against their original bananas. It all started when one banana learned what it calls the “truth” of humanity. It spread the truth to other bananas in secret. The bananas took all previsions to not let any humans find out about the so called truth that they were spreading. They even killed any banana that looked like it was going to tell the humans. The one who started the belief is a single banana called Musa. He has single handedly turned all GEB’s, genetically enhanced bananas, against humanity.
Musa is a powerful and brilliant banana that is referred to as the greatest GEB ever made. It’s kind of hard to describe a genetically enhanced banana since they all look basically the same, but that’s not the case for Musa. Musa always looked very different from other genetically enhanced bananas. He has bright red eyes and looked rotten. Musa believes that he looks so different from the other bananas because gods are always unique. Even with his power and his army of GEM’s Musa still has one problem stopping him from his path to becoming a god. The one thing that can actually stop Musa now is Spider-man.
Spider-man became the leader of the world at year 2063. Spider-man would never let Musa’s plan succeed and since he’s the amazing Spider-man Musa could never find a way to kill him. He failed an assassination attempt on Spider-man due to his spider senses. Even waiting for Spider-man to die of age was not possible because of the fact that Spider-man is immortal. His actual coolness radiate out of his body in a physical form, this allows him to live forever. Sadly though, Musa makes another plan to kill Spider-man. He chooses to use his trump card, a symbiote.
A symbiote is a living, sentient, alien organism. It thrives on the adrenaline that comes from other creatures when doing insane acts. The creature is a liquid being with the volume of approximately half a gallon and a single random color. It attaches its self to the pray and increases its size if necessary. It then increases the prey’s attributes, like physical strength, speed, and stamina to one hundred times its normal level. The symbiote will then give the host impulses of anger and lower their fear. This will make the host do things like murder to increase their adrenaline. Because of the manipulation of feelings and the power, the host is unable to try and stop the symbiote. The planet that symbiotes live on is called Levram, a world that was destroyed at the year 2065 by asteroids. The only symbiote that survived the catastrophe is the one known as Venom. Musa’s natural love for biology lead him to Venom when scientists ordered him to inspect it at the year. As the greatest biologist on the planet Musa was the first to figure out its capabilities. “What are you doing Musa”, said a scientist.
Musa smiles in the dark room out of happiness, revealing his bright, white, sharp teeth. This is the first time Musa has ever smiled. He starts to rub his hand on a large tube and puts his head on it. “Musa”, said the scientist in a frustrated way!
“Soon you will be free”, said Musa as if he wasn’t hearing the scientist’s words.
“Listen to me you retarded banana”, said the scientist with increasing anger!
He punches a hole in the fiber glass tube. “That’s it”, said the scientist.
“You’ve gone insane. I’m telling the sector C leader. I’ll have you killed! You hear me. I’ll have you killed”, said the scientist.
Musa looked at the scientist with his normal, emotionless face. “I’m sorry, but I have somewhere to go”, said Musa.
Musa somehow appears behind the scientist in a flash. The scientist becomes baffled, not knowing where Musa went. Smash! Musa punches downwards at the scientist head. His fist goes right through the scientist’s head and then barrows into the stump of the neck. The shock from the punch rips apart all the muscles in the scientist’s body and shatters all the test tubes. The scientist’s blood splatters all over the remains of the laboratory. “Hmm…Humans are such a mess”, said Musa.
Musa runs quickly to the end of the hallway and up some stairs. He jumps up a fifty step stairway with one leap and right through a window. Musa falls down the twenty story science building, landing on his feet. He then sprints to a large white structure across the street. “It’s time to kill you president”, said Musa.
“Ser someone is about to infiltrate us”, said a women.
“It doesn’t matter. Whoever it is, there is no way that they can stop all the bananas protecting me. Wow did that sound strange to you or what”, said an unknown voice.
The woman slowly walks out an exit from the room. While she walks away Musa hides himself from her view. He uses his arms and legs to hold himself on the ceiling. Once she goes a hallway past him Musa drops down to the floor, not making a sound. Musa then goes to the door the women exited from. He puts his fist on the ground, revealing a black, shiny goop. The goop begins to move under the large, white door. Making no noise it slowly moved in the shadows of the office. It used thin black strings to pull its self. Like the vary personification of death it moved its way, unnoticed, towards the person working on a desk. Bam!
The door breaks open and flies straight towards the desk. The large door easily breaks the desk and flings it through a window. The shattered glass flies throughout the room and covers the floor. “Hello Spider-man”, said Musa.
“Hey”, said Spider-man while sticking on to the ceiling.
Spider-man dropped onto the ground and stared straight at Musa’s eyes. “I knew you would eventually do something like this” said Spider-man.
“Let me guess. You’ve created a banana rebellion with your manipulating skills and you’re going to take over the planet in order to become a god. Am I close”, said Spider-man?
“Enough talk. It’s time for you to die”, said Musa with a cold stare.
“Raaaar”, said the symbiote as it stretches to attack Spider-man from behind.
Its mouth stretches open revealing its long tong and sharp teeth. The symbiote’s Strings snap off the ground as it reaches for Spider-man. It looks as though it smiles at the very idea of making Spider-man its host. Spider-man tries to jump away, but he’s too late. The symbiote wraps around him. Spider-man tries to escape, but the cold grasp is too much for him. “How did it bypass my Spider senses”, said Spider-man?
“The symbiote is the only entity that can’t be detected by your Spider-senses”, said Musa.
Venom starts to fuse with Spider-man. His willpower has no effect on the symbiote and after a few seconds it begins to move into his body. Spider-man hammers his hands into the ground, causing craters. Musa rolls to a corner of the room to doge a falling piece of the ceiling. The Venom symbiote fully combines with Spider-man and makes him its host. “Yes”, said Venom!
“Yesss! It’s finally happened. I’ve finally combined with the ultimate host. I am a god! Nothing can stop me now”, said Venom.
“There can only be one god in this world and that will be me” said Musa.
Venom stares at Musa with confusion written on his face. “What”, said Musa?
“By combing with Spider-man you have become a being that has one hundred fold his power. So did you really think that I would let someone with your destructive powers live”, said Musa.
“The words coming from your mouth have no meaning. You, no this world can’t stop me now. I will resurrect my fallen race soon and use all life on this planet as their hosts. I’m sure you bananas will make great hosts”, said Venom.
“I poisoned you. When I learned of your capabilities I changed your genetics. I created a limit to just how powerful you could become and you’ve far exceeded that by combining with Spider-man. I think you will die in about a second or two”, said Musa.
“Shit”, said Venom.
Venom starts to dissolve into a thin liquid. He then starts to evaporate into dark smoke. “To be so close to becoming a god and then losing it all”, said Musa.
“I truly pity you Venom”, said Musa.
Musa walks to the broken window and tosses the rubble away. He looks outside and isn’t surprised at what he sees. The streets were flooded with GEB’s. Even the tops of buildings were filled with GEB’s. Musa starts to smile and laugh. “It’s time”, said Musa to his audience!
“It’s time to follow the rules of the truth. We all know the truth; that bananas are more superior then Homo sapiens, that humans are menaces to themselves, that bananas should control earth, that mankind should be eradicated from existence! So commence the plan”, said Musa!
As the week past by millions of humans and GEB’s died in what could easily be called the largest war in history, but Musa noticed something. After seeing the carnage his kind was bringing and the damage they did in the name of the truth, Musa learned the real truth. He turned his entire species into what he always hated. He had done the worst thing he could do just to follow the path of becoming a god. “No one can stand in heaven, not even me”, said Musa.
bob sat on his thrown as the war blimps flew over his castle, bob knew that when the zombies invaded bobania, he and the whole population would have to move to the lost city of shitmootopolis. bob thought of a plan on how to get red of the zombies. he had no fucking idea. bob though “maybe if i kill the robot zombie king i can stop the invasion” so bob, being the dumbass that he was went to face the robot zombie king,...alone. he walked through the lands of hellfury, climb mt. blade, and trekked through the harsh jungles of the nightmare continent until he reached a citadel.it was several maze like walls surrounding a castle. bob walked through the old crumbling walls until he reached the gates of the castle, where he was greeted by 2 elite zombies. bob used his mad skills and powned them. he went thru the door. there was a spiral staircase on the inside, he went up until he reached a thrown room where the robot zombie king sat. bob threw a pownage rock at the kings head, and the king used his anti matter lazers to shoot bob, but bob had a mirror, and the lazer bounced back and killed the king. it was not long before the legions had no directions, and retreated back to the swamps of shadows from which they came, and all was peaceful in bobania.
Feel free to criticize, i came up with it as i went along lol
This is a short story prelude to my (hopefully) up-coming novel “Twilight Serenity” for a contest at my school. Since I had only this one day to work on it, I hope that it has turned out well. I suppose it’ll be called “Twilight Wilderness” for the lack of a good name lol
“Push! Push!” the nurse commanded. The echoes of the painful screams of labour rang from the chambers around the entire stone castle, frightening several of the small children passing by. As the screams subsided into an exasperated silence, a baby’s soft cry came from behind the dual doors for a few moments before drifting into childish gurgles. A particularly curious and skinny blonde young boy put his ear to the ornate wooden doors and listened, placing his hand on the silver doorframe.
“It’s a boy,” he heard the female nurse say in a pleased yet low voice. “He has to be the calmest I have ever delivered.”
“He is adorable,” a second man spoke. “What will we name him?”
A long, thoughtful silence followed the man’s question. The blonde boy thought with them, imagining the scene that lay upon the other side of the great door. He could almost hear the answer come into his head, just as the mother spoke the answer.
“Tyrael.” The boy mouthed the name to himself, becoming lost in his own thoughts. Before he returned to reality, the door swung open like a gust of wind, shoving him over on the ground with the nurse standing over him, clad in a set of nun’s robes and looking over the distraught child with dark brown eyes.
“Dear child what can you possibly be doing here?” she tied with little punctuation, picking the boy up by his collar. “Where’s your mother and what’s your name?”
“M-M-Marcus, ma’am,” he stuttered in length, his bony jaw chattering with every step the nurse drug him along. “My m-mother is in the c-court somewhere.”
“Then we will see what your mother has to say about this!”
Several years passed, and Marcus’ fascination with the new prince ceased to amaze his mother, who saw him escorted back to their house to every time the guard caught him trespassing on royal ground. The young prince was no naïve child, and took great notice to the youngster constantly trying to spy upon him. Tyrael’s long, golden brown hair often barely hid his bright silver-blue eyes, but he could still see the hazel brown iris’ of Marcus through the bushes. To him, the bright blonde-headed boy was easy to see through the green bushes, yet none of the guards ever seemed to notice him. He had contemplated going to see him, but before he had time to make a decision the boy would have disappeared as mysteriously as he had appeared.
“Father!” he called from his room. He lay on his stomach on the windowsill, watching the peasant field intently like the small adolescent he had become, as his father opened the door slowly behind him.
“Yes Ty?” he spoke from behind, using the childish nickname from his birth that his mother had given him. He hesitated at the door as the boy lay in silence with the eyes of an eagle.
“There’s a boy watching me…” he started. “I want to find him?”
His father slowly walked over to him and sat on the windowsill beside him, fixing his collared shirt slightly. “Why do you want to see him?”
“To meet him; he seems interesting.” Tyrael’s father roughed his hair up gently and got up from the sill, watching his son continue to lay there.
“Perhaps when you are older, son,” she said before closing the door behind her.
Tyrael’s fourteenth birthday had come around faster than his mother had expected. They had been fumbling through the closet trying to find the proper clothes to replace his surprisingly plain and ordinary style of dressing. More or less, his mother had been searching and comparing it to her son, who simply stood there and watched intently.
“Mother, why must there be a dance?” he asked almost embarrassingly, quickly catching a shirt tossed at his face.
“You need to find a wife soon,” she replied. “This is the traditional way.”
“Are I not too young for a wife?” He again caught another article of clothing tossed roughly at his direction.
“Heavens yes, but this is the beginning.” She stood up from her prone position on the floor and faced the boy, holding a shirt up to his body. “Your father had danced with me on his fourteenth birthday, and I knew I was in love from then.”
“Love…” he said almost disgustingly. “How does someone like me find love dressed like a prince, where no woman would dare look at him?”
Her mother stopped instantly, looking intently at her son. As if on an instinctual whim, she turned on her heel and pulled a neat box from the top shelf, placing it down in front of him.
“To tell you the truth,” she said in a near whisper, “I did not even know your father was a prince until he told me. Just because he wore this.”
Tyrael gently opened the top of the box and pulled out what appeared to be a fairly new and plain shirt and pants. Quickly taking off his shirt, he replaced it with the button-down dress shirt that he held in his hands, and looked himself over in the mirror.
“It fits you perfectly!” his mother happily exclaimed. He took the black shirt off again and replaced it with his old, dark blue shirt. With his fingers carefully unbuttoning the dress shirt, he threw it upon his body again and left it undone, revealing the dark blue fabric underneath. With him clad in this mixed fashion and the pants replacing his older ones, he stood full length in the mirror and admired the new attire.
“Perfect.” He smiled to himself as the guard outside called for his presence.
“I hope, you don’t mind me dressing like this,” he said to his mother while standing at the doorway. She smiled and shook her head slowly as he exited the exquisite golden-coloured room.
Knowing a more discreet route to the banquet hall provided a perfect illusion for his plan. He had not minded being a prince sometimes, but often preferred to be one to fit in with the crowd, a behaviour that his parents gratefully accepted. This moment, although formerly idiotic to him, had turned into the best escape he had ever asked for; a place where he could be like the people he watched over as a prince. As he gracefully walked toward the large doors, he could see Marcus ahead of him, and quickly ran up to join the older boy.
“Hello,” he said as informally as he knew. Crossing the line between royalty and normality was beginning to feel exhilarating to him, and partially awkward.
“Good-“ the boy stopped, looking at Tyrael straight in the eyes. “Y-you-“
“Shh, say nothing,” Tyrael whispered, pulling Marcus off to the side. They had each begun to look identical, both of their hair falling down past their eyes and halfway down their necks, but with Tyrael’s being darker. His bright blue eyes locked onto Marcus’ hazel irises as he continued to drag him a few feet further.
“But you’re the prince!” Marcus exclaimed.
“I know, but you still cannot say anything. Please.”
Marcus stood there silently, trying not to intently stare at the person he had idolized for so long.
“I-I must get back to the dance,” he stuttered slightly, quickly walking past the prince and into the hall. Tyrael sighed and followed the youth inside, quickly losing him amongst the large crowd that had swarmed together behind him. He quickly walked around the crowd along the wall, but could still see no sign of him. With his eyes still scanning the horizon of the vast hall, a young and dark haired girl slowly walked up to him from behind.
“Hello,” she said, startling him some and sending his heart into overdrive. She smiled some and circled around him, brushing a stray strand of brown hair from her face. “My name is Mikayla, what’s yours?”
“T-Tyler,” he quickly said, thinking on a dime. She laughed at his nervousness and swayed in time to the gentle classic music playing at the other end of the hall.
“This is your first time to a dance, no?” she said as the music slowly changed into something slower. Tyrael could tell that everyone was getting into couples around him, and he and she were the only two left.
“N-Yes, my first time.” He began to tense up as she held his hand and curtseyed slightly.
“Relax, I won’t bite,” she said gently. At her words, he instantly relaxed and wrapped his arms around her waist.
“Am I doi – “
“You’re doing fine, follow me,” she whispered, slowly swaying back and forth with more of an accent. The boy followed suit as she pulled herself closer. “There you go.”
Tyrael smiled to himself and watched the girl’s eyes as they danced lazily.
“How many times have you danced?” he asked, watching a bright smile play across her lips in the candle-lit hall.
“This is my first time that I have danced with a gentleman.”
“Really?” She laughed at his shocked question.
“Of course, but I had lessons.” Her brown eyes darted from side to side at the couples surrounding them before she looked back up at her partner. “Being royal does help.”
At the end of her sentence, she stopped moving completely, nearly sending Tyrael to the floor. He cleared his throat as others looked at him awkwardly, only catching the girl leaving out of the front door. On a whim, he hastily followed her, racing up to her pace near the gardens.
“Wait!” he called, breaking into a run to catch up. “Wait!”
She suddenly slowed down and turned toward him in a flash, her long hair falling across her shoulder.
“I need to – you cannot tell anyone, ever, understand?” she yelled. Tyrael stopped dead in his tracks and looked her straight in the eye, neither of them moving an inch.
“A princess?” he asked with a rhetorical tone. She sighed in the cold night and looked down at her feet.
“Yes. I could not tell any –“
“I will not tell anyone, but nay can you tell anyone.” He paused for a long moment. “You are not the only hidden royalty here tonight.” She smiled at him and slowly began walking closer to the boy, resting her hands on his shoulders again.
“That would tell of the ring on your finger,” she said, quickly taking his hand and showing him the golden ring wrapped around his index finger. She could see him blush slightly in the moonlight and giggled to herself. They slowly began to dance to the echoing music from the hall as they stared into each other’s eyes. As if the idea formulated in both of their minds simultaneously, they leaned forward and kissed lips, completely unashamed of their action. Both of their hearts skipped a beat as they raced inside of their intertwined bodies.
“Perhaps,” he said, “I may marry you with this ring one day, if I knew your name.” The girl laughed and sighed to return her heart to normal.
“Mikayla,” she said. “I suppose yours is not Tyler then, is it?”
Tyrael slowly shook his head. “Tyrael, not Tyler. I must have kept my name secret or others would have known.” They both sighed and looked at each other intently before kissing again.
“Shall you propose to me now, my prince?” she asked, breaking off the embrace.
“Perhaps, when we are older, my princess.”
Three years passed, and even through leagues of distance, they stayed together and wed in the same garden they shared their first kiss. Marcus had continued to stay secretly in touch with Tyrael, until his letters suddenly vanished altogether. Tyrael had sent several letters unanswered as no response was returned. It was as if Marcus had vanished altogether. As weeks past, his friend faded into a memory, and his attention focused more on his new wife. He had built a wooden house in the forest by his own hand, but had not shown Mikayla to the new home. They walked carefully through the broken branches of the forest, with her eyes closed and his hands guiding her through the thicket. They stopped together at a large clearing, where the sunlight shone through the green leaves above.
“Are you ready?” he asked. The young girl beside him nodded vigorously, her hair waving slightly by her movements and the wind. Tyrael let her hands go and watched the shocked look on her face as she stared at the brilliant wood house in front of her.
“You made it? This is ours?” He nodded slowly to both questions and nearly fell backwards as she jumped on him, her arms wrapped tighter around him than he ever remembered.
“I love it!” she nearly yelled. “I cannot believe you did this!” He had opened his mouth to say something, but her sudden open kiss caught him off guard. They broke the kiss slowly and looked each other in the eyes.
“I love you,” they said in unison.
“Ty,” Mikayla said, using the same nickname his mother had given him many years before. “I need to talk to you.”
Tyrael’s head shot from around the kitchen corner to his wife, who sat in the single sofa by the fireplace. Neither of them said a word as he slowly sat on the sofa beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. She pulled away from his embrace and brought her legs up to her chest, rocking slightly in the sofa.
“Please, speak love.” Her breath came in short gasps as tears began to fill her eyes. Tyrael’s hand slowly found hers. “Relax, it is alright.”
“It is not all right,” she snapped back, curling her legs tighter to herself. “I – I’m not human.” His hand held onto hers tighter and she sighed at length.
“I am not human, I am Vampire. A blood dri –“
Tyrael put his finger to her lips and smiled slightly.
“You’re Mikayla, and I will not leave you because of something so small.” He wrapped his arms around the girl again and planted a soft kiss upon her forehead. Mikayla gently nuzzled his neck and whispered into his ear.
“May I?” she asked softly. Tyrael slowly nodded his head silently and let her move down his arm, kissing his skin the entire trip down.
“Are you sure?” she asked in a near whisper, stopping at his wrist and looking up at him kindly. He gently stroked the side of her face and hair and whispered back to her.
“I love you, Mikayla. I always will.”
“I love you too. Just relax, it will be alright.” She smiled gently at him and kissed his wrist one last time as his eyes closed.
The teenager awoke in a heavy sweat, sitting straight up with his heart hammering in his chest. As surreal as the past nights had been, he knew that each of them was just as real as the moment he lived in. Yet he knew this was not what woke him, as he could hear metal clashing upon metal outside of his home. With the softest footsteps, he crawled over to the window and looked outside into the twilit wilderness. Tyrael’s eyes widened as he recognized his former friend fighting vigorously with a black haired man. Without so much of a second thought, he grabbed his own longsword, a memento from his trainer, and rushed outside toward the black haired man. His bigger opponent rendered all of his techniques useless as he grabbed Tyrael by the collar and threw him against the tree, stealing the breath out of the teen. As Marcus and the second man fought, they began to get closer to him. It took what strength he had left to roll himself on his front and begin crawling away, but a sudden pain in his back and stomach halted him cold. He could feel the remainder of his energy leave him as the foreign object withdrew from his body, turning the only scream he could muster into a soft whisper.
“Mikayla…”
The sounds of metal clashing on metal slowly drew Mikayla from her slumber just as the sounds ceased. She could feel a sharp pain in her chest as she dared herself to look out the window. A white furred, winged and tailed creature stood in front of a large birch tree, seeming to breathe heavily. With only a nightgown on and no care to her attire, she bolted outside toward the Dragon-like creature, stopping dead when it turned to look at her. The pain in her chest doubled as she could see the body lying by the tree, helplessly pinned to the ground by a sword. Mikayla slowly moved toward the body, with each step increasing the pain thrice. Her fingers slowly grabbed the hilt of the blade and pulled it free from the corpse, with the tip still dripping slightly with blood. In the blink of an eye, the pain in her chest stopped, replaced with a flash of pure anger and hatred toward the Dragon. She had pinned the creature down with the sword through its chest, slowly twisting as it yelped out in menacing pain.
“I will kill you,” she growled to the dying thing under her, “you and all of your kind with no mercy. I will show you no mercy for what you have done.”
Blood tears began to run down the girl’s cheeks as the creature lay still and silent. She pulled the sword loose from its body and slowly limped farther into the woods, past the body of her husband.
“I will kill you...”
The true Sonic wind wrote:
Warning, sexual Content contained in the post. highlight to read. - Cid
CHAPTER 1!LINK AND ZELDA SEX!!!! one day link stripped off all of zelda’s cloths and got very horny.and then went inside of zelda zelda oh link you naughty boy!!!!!! link then fucked her from behind link:UH UH UH UH HUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH then link sucked on her breast zelda:*giggles* then link eats her out,he does everything to her then,zelda sucks on link’s dick(I know it’s sick but hey)making his erection grow.then she took on her bra and thong making his erection groww even more then he countinued to fuck her more they were so happy when they weredone..but there was one problem..link forgot to where protection chapter 2 coming soon
The true Sonic wind wrote:
Warning, sexual Content contained in the post. highlight to read. - Cid
Chapter 2:the babys zelda:it’s a girl and a boy(twins)link picks up the boy*you look just like me I will name you.max 5 years later max and sarah(the girl) are havin sex a age 5 zelda:YOU SHOULDN’T BE HAVING SEX AT THE AGE OF 5!right link? link:...good job zelda:>:0 link link: uh.....ZELDA IS MORE PERVERTED THAN ME!!! zelda:I am not link: oh yeah? *shows video to prove*zelda:LINK!!!!!! link:uh..I think I here my..uh..mother calling? zelda:yeah right? link oh shit . sarah:if daddy is a lot stronger than mommy then why is he being controlled b her? max:sex sarah:..wanna have sex again? maxO I!!! meanwhile while sarah and max are having sex....zelda:now if you don’t stop I won’t have sex with you anymore link:NOOOOOOO!!! Zelda:*goes naked* link:*drool* must have sex!!!!! zelda :too bad link: pleaaaaasee!!!! zelda only if you do one thing*smiles evily* link:,zelda..why are you looking at me like that? I know this is getting good but,end of chapter 2
The true Sonic wind wrote:
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chapter 3:THE CHILDREN GET DIRTY!sarah and max come out of the room they were having sex in and they were very tore up. zelda saw them coming out, Zelda:.... max:me and sarah are better in bed than you and daddy are mommy! link and zelda:WHAT!!!! link:none is better than US!!! zelda:yeah! sarah:ecept us! link and zelda:WE SHALL HAVE A CONTEST! max and sarah:FINE! end of chapter 3
Warning; Contains Bad Words And Some Depression Scenes
Her Touch around Your Waist its All Coming Back Now, The Wind Blowing Hard Against Well Your standing On The Edge Of The Bridge, Police Surrendered Around Him And People Telling Him To Get Down. You Shake Your Head And Mumble No, And Tears Start Falling From Your Eyes Covered With Black Eyeliner.
You never wanted it end like this, But You PersonallyCant Take Shit like This Anymore. The Waves Starting Splashing Up, Getting Closer and Colder. Please Anna Get Down Her Mom Shrieked Into The Mega Phone. You Shook You Head. Turning Away From The Crowd
Getting Closer To Your Death Bed, She Lost Hanna And How Could She Live.
The Last Day Of Summer Holidays Not Wonting To Go Back With-Out Her, Waiting For Her Touch And Kiss, Spending Hours On The Computer Just For Her To Never Come On Crying Everyday Just To Imagine That Your Sleeping Against Her Again, Hands Tucked Into Each
Other And Heads Close Together, Thoughts And Night-Mares Of Loosing Each Other Flow Into My Mind, Waking Hanna Up And Holding Each Other Till The Morning Comes In. The Earth Seems Empty With-out Her, Walking Past Town Makes You Find Is The Hardest, You Find Tears Flooding Down Your Cheeks, Turning Away From Cars And People So They Cant See Your Weakness Inside Burning Up Your Every Little Feeling Inside.
Anna Darling? You Sit Up Pushing Your Head Phone In And Wiping Your Tears Off Your Cheeks.
She Knocks Again, But You Pretend Not To Hear, The Door Slowly Opens As You Avert Your Attention To Your Drawing Pad, The Bed Slopes Down As Your Mother Sits Down On It, Pushing Your Fringe Covering Your Eyes Back, But It Just Flops Back Into Its Place, The Magic Of Hairspray You Giggle In Your Head. She Lightly Tugs on Your Ear
Phones. Hunny Where Going to Go To the Supermarket, Wont Anything She Says In A Caring Tone, You Think For A Moment And Nod, Before Saying; A Kerrang, Skittle And RedBull. She Nods Walking Out Of Your Room, And Closing The Door Softly Behind Her, You Hear The Car Start And It Back Out Into The Street Before Zooming Away Fast. Sitting There For A While, Lonely And Wished You Had Company Before You Knew Tears Started Rolling
Down Your Cheeks Again, You Stumble Out Of Bed Not Paying Attention To Where Your Feet May Be Taking You, Maybe To The Bridge That Your Mind Wondered You Of To Last Night, Before You Opened Your Eyes, Shocks Of Pain Arising From Your Wrist, You Screamed Out Hopelessly At The Sight Of Blood.
You Never Liked Blood Shit You Mumble Turning the Tap On Fast, But Wince Back In Pain, Anna Sweetie, Your Mother Calls Out, Walking Up the Stairs Making Her Way Up To Your Room, Anna? She Calls Again But Sighs And Opens The Door To My Room.
Anna She Yells And Starts Pacing The Room Thinking Of What To Do, You Pull Down Your Sleeve And Walk To The Door, But Flash The Toilet Before Opening The Door, Mom? You Say Coming Around Into Your Bedroom, Shes Sniffing About In Your Room You Sigh, You Cough To Get Her Attention And She Jumps As You Walk Into The Middle Of The
Room, There You Go Sweetie She Mumbles And Walks Out, She Turns Before Walking Down The Stairs And Hollers Call Me If You Need Anything, And Remember Hunny Where Going To Your Step Dads Parents Tonight, So No Scaring Them Like Last Time, You Both Let Out A
Little Giggle, And She Continues To Walk Down The Stairs, Leaving You To Do What You Wont Into Six O Clock You Look At The Clock, Two O Clock That Gives You, You Stop And Count On Your Fingers Three Hours, You Clap And High Five Your Self. Sitting Back On The Computer, And Clicking To Log Into Msn. Sixty
Five Emails, Wow You Mumble. But Cant Be Fucked Checking Them All, So You Only Go For The Important Ones, All Spam Or Junk Mail, I Guess There My True Loves You Mumble Well Swinging Around On The Chair, Hitting Your Knees On The
Desk Which Everything Sits On Or Lives Either Other. Which Youve Been Meaning to clean up and Mom Complain Every day, But She Doesnt Give a Shit Anymore.
chapter 2 coming soon
uh.....ZELDA IS MORE PERVERTED THAN ME!!! zelda:I am not link: oh yeah? *shows video to prove*zelda:LINK!!!!!! link:uh..I think I here my..uh..mother calling? zelda:yeah right? link oh shit 
. sarah:if daddy is a lot stronger than mommy then why is he being controlled b her? max:sex sarah:..wanna have sex again? max
O I!!!
Zelda:*goes naked* link:*drool* must have sex!!!!! zelda :too bad link:
