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Killer Killer
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09/18/2009 20:59 | Demi! I have created a really funny story; I specialize in making humorous ones, where EVERY single possible character is killed off, in one way or another. It's rather long, but it would still probably be classified as a short story; I'll post it up here.
I made this in revenge to a kid named Parker, at my school, because he was annoying me. But that is beside the point. In fact is about 19000 or so characters long. Just read it. It's well worth it.THe story is entitled: The Boy who liked to Sleep
Chapter 1: The binocular Incident
�I want to go to sleep,� said the boy, who was arguing with his mother, at 20:39 on November 14, 2011. He didn�t want to finish his project on model cars, but he knew just how stubborn his mother could be. He knew that his mother would easily give the grounding without any hesitation.
�Oh FINE,� he said, and got to work on his project about model cars. �Whatever.�
�Now now,� said his mother, trying hard to sound soothing. �You will get a good grade on this project.�
�I hope so,� said Martin, his voice bleak. He was almost certain he�d get a d+, at the best. Though toy cars was one of his hobbies, he didn�t want to do a stupid project on it. He had almost immediately regretted telling the teacher about it when he had been stuck for ideas on what else to do. Now he wished he could just fall in a huge pit and go to sleep.
After about 30 minutes hard work, his mother finally allowed him to go to sleep. By that time, it was 21:13 as she had spent four minutes arguing with him. He got into bed with a sigh of relief. His mother left the room.
The next day, Martin met up with his friends near the dirty lot of the old tenement, now infested with cockroaches after decades of nonuse. It was the only place in the entire city that their parents hadn�t guessed where they hung out. Before that, they had tried the baby section of the library and the elementary school�s never-used (but still frequently cleaned) lacrosse field. It had been used before but the underfunded public schools were forced to sell much, including their lacrosse sticks and balls. Martin often wondered, while passing the field, why the school hadn�t sold the plot of land with the field on it also, even though he knew the answer--the school had already given up much; they were loath to give up their land, which was the most important thing they had--in the eyes of the principal.
�I have some truly awesome news,� said Nora, once they had settled against the wall of the bleachers. �My brother checked out the sun last night!�
�But we know about the sun,� said Carol, who had long, green hair. He liked paper airplanes very much, and had learned to make the Harrier, the best-flying airplane ever, and won many flying competitions with it. He often showed the thing off at fares.
�But I mean he actually LOOKED at the sun,� Nora said, her voice beginning to rise. �He looked at it. With binoculars!�
�But that�s dangerous to your eyes,� said Alexis. She was always considered pretty to anyone who didn�t know the four of them. She also liked to mess around with toy cars and she played the piano.
�It didn�t hurt him one bit,� Nora told them. �I want to check the sun out too! Maybe we�ll learn something new!�
I doubt it,� Martin said, voicing the opinion held by the two boys. �I don�t take risks.�
�Neither do I,� Carol agreed.
�Two of the other kids in our class saw it though,� argued Alexis. �Don�t you want to see the sun up close?�
�Hmm,� said Carol, slowly succumbing to the bait. �Let me think about it.�
Martin held on. �I remember reading in many astronomy books that the sun can permanently blind you.�
�Oh; who believes any of the junk in those stupid books anyway,� objected Nora, who didn�t really care about what she was saying and only wanted to throw the other side of the argument into the trash. �All that junk about the constellations and the Ring Nebula and the planets (except for Earth, I grant you) is just nonsense. Any smart person knows that WE are the center of the universe; the truth was shattered by Copernicus and Galileo (if they even existed). Shame on whoever did it for tearing down the truth. Anyone who believes all that crap is simply, simply--DILLUSIONAL! In my opinion, the sun is only a star that we see in the sky that gives off really hot stuff and light. It can�t hurt you! That�s another one of those myths that goes with the constellations. I tell you, don�t believe the astronomy books. They AREN�T TRUE!�
�I side with Nora,� said Alexis firmly, �We already knew what there was to know hundreds of years ago. We didn�t need telescopes--we didn�t need probes, we didn�t need all the Apollo things, we didn�t need spacecraft, we didn�t need rockets or shuttles or space stations or NASA or any of that. The only things that exist are the Earth (and all that�s on it), the stars, our moon, and Haley�s Comet.�
�Then what about meteor showers,� asked Carol, who had come to the decision that he would side with Martin unless the girls could come up with something to phase him.
�They are just stars that broke into a million pieces,� said Nora, frustrated. �Whatever. Just check it out!� She knew from experience that enough pestering would cause either Carol or Martin to side with her, which would leave the argument 3-1 in her favor.
�Yes,� Alexis agreed, �check it out. I was quite interested in it, but my mother made me go to sleep and I didn�t get to, AWWWWWWW!�
Carol began to say something, but he realized it would be of no use. �But--�
Martin began to say something, but he realized it would be of no use. �But--�
�That�s right,� said Nora gleefully to the boys, �any argument you had before is all GONE.�
�Okay,� said Martin, �fine, let�s look at it. I need permission from my mother before I go.�
Martin got the go-ahead. They went to Nora�s house, where her brother, Lawrence, was enthusing on how he had looked straight into the eye of the sun without blinding himself. �Hey, Nora, you saw me, tell �em! I actually SAW the sun! I�m not kidding you! Try out these awesome binoculars; they�re like guards for your eyes! You won�t get hurt by them.� He sounded just like a salesman touting a product. He was theatrically waving them before the kids. �Check �em out!� He kept saying or words to that effect.)
Nora was the first one to try out the binoculars. She was hyperventilating profusely as she took the binoculars from Lawrence and put the lenses to her eyes. She turned them in the direction of the sun. She looked into the binoculars. Her mouth dropped open. �Whoa!�
�Yep! What did I tell you? They�re simply awesome!� Lawrence was quite happy that his sister had been awed by the lenses.
�No--� Nora said, suddenly struggling to talk. �What the--�
�Nora, you all right,� asked Lawrence. He said this while looking at Nora and his mouth dropped open, as did the mouths of all who were present. Nora had fainted, her eyes glancing blankly into space! �B-B-But they worked for m-m-me,� Lawrence said, stammering with fright.
�I know how to work the binoculars,� said Alexis, grabbing them from Nora�s nerveless fingers. �They CAN�T hurt me. I know they can�t.� The binoculars shined the bright light of the sun right into the girl�s eyes. They closed, and a weird blue film came over them. �OWWWWWWWW!� Alexis screamed. A cutting pain had almost knocked her flat. Her eyes were stinging profusely. She could do nothing about it. Just before she went out, she realized she had made a very, very bad choice, and dropped the binoculars at her feet.
�These aren�t working for the girls; let�s try it on a boy,� Carol said, picking the binoculars up from the floor and pointing them at his eyes. The light of the sun was still reflecting off the binoculars. As he looked through them, he saw a huge ball of light just before his eyes began stinging. �How the heck�Lawrence, this was all a fluke! You id--�. He was cut off in mid-word by a blinding pain, which would blind him for good. He howled and fell to the floor, sweat falling profusely in great beads onto the floor next to him.
After seeing all his friends get blinded, Martin refused to try the binoculars, thrusting them back at Lawrence. �Help me carry the bodies,� he said.
Um, since it won't let me go over 10000 characters, I'll post the last 2 chapters and epilogue when you reply, Demi.
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Die die die!
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Killer Killer
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09/18/2009 21:02 | Vael, please give me an exception and count these two posts as a single reply. (actually it might go to 3 posts!) It's a continuation of the story because of the size limit of the forum, ahttp://wwwwwwh
Chapter 2: The Sewer Incident
It was quite interesting to see his friends working with canes and struggling to learn to travel with them. They could barely get across the street. He had to help them cross many busy streets. One night, Martin was thinking about how his friends were progressing. Nora was doing all right, but had trouble with walking up and down stairs. Carol was probably doing the best. He could go on easy streets and avoid people in the halls at school. Alexis was not trying hard enough; he could tell by the way her cane didn�t even move; she kept it in front of her and kind of pushed it around.
One day, Alexis told her friends, with excitement in her voice, �I just joined a chess club! Yesterday my dad got me an accessible chessboard! Now I can play chess. Hey, Nora, Carol, Martin, are you free any time? The club meets Thursdays and Fridays after school in the east game room.�
Nora said she could come on Thursday. Martin said that he would attend Friday. Carol said, �Nope. I got leadership Thursday and a tennis game Friday, can�t come. Oh yeah, and Student Council, but I don�t really care about that junk.�
The night after the chess club, Martin wondered why his friends had fallen for such a fluke with the binoculars. Were they all dimwits? Probably not. After all, they almost always got 1)a�s or a+�s. And did Nora and Alexis truly not believe the astronomy books? Doubtful; they had been making a joke probably. However, it had cost them dearly. They wouldn�t be kidding about that, would they? His mind was in a huge turmoil, his thoughts spiraling around his brain in weird patterns. As he was thinking all of this, a voice suddenly said, �By tomorrow, you will not see your friends with canes.� He quickly surveyed the bedroom, but no one was there. He knew it was real. What did that mean? Were they going to be able to see again? Would they get guide dogs? Would he have to lead them all around until they died?
The question was answered the next day. That morning, Martin told his friends about the voice and its messages. �So hold on real tight to your canes,� he said, concluding. Martin and his friends were taking a walk down the street. Martin didn�t think that a sewer pipe was all that dangerous. His friends walked on the metal enclosing the man-hole. The group was walking, when, suddenly, the metal burst up and out of the opened hole came a dirty man.
�Wat--� Martin began to say. The kids, holding hands to stay together, stepped to the right, right in the direction of the man. The man, in turn, pushed them back, and they all fell into the sewer. Their canes helped the fall by digging gleefully into the metal. If they hadn�t tried to avoid losing their canes, they might have been able to save themselves, but it was too late. The lurid water was on them now. All of them were swimming and they had disconnected hands. Nora and Alexis followed each other by splashing water into each other�s faces, a strategy which kept them together, but which ultimately led to BOTH of them hitting the processing pipe with their heads instead of just one of them. The unforgiving steel pipe is death to any human head that touches it. Nora and Alexis screamed, in perfect unison, just once. Then, their bodies slowly sank to the bottom of the water, where they are still being made into sedimentary rocks under the water, as many kids love to throw stones and pennies (for wishes, which is beyond me) into that same man-hole.
Meanwhile, Martin and Carol had swum the opposite way. Martin was holding his friend�s left arm while swimming, so both of them were short a hand and had to do side-stroke. They managed to reach safety at the connecting man-hole and got out of the water just as they heard the screams of Alexis and Nora, amplified by the water. They saw a car coming speedily towards them--he was going at least 25 mph above speed limit, swerving this way and that. He was obviously driving drunk. Martin was trying frantically to stay out of the way. All Carol could do was HOPE that Martin could lead him out of harm�s way as he heard crazy squeals from the car and police sirens ringing out, trying to trap the crazy driver in between a couple of office buildings. Unfortunately, Martin was only concentrating on himself and the car. Carol, after about ten minutes, was mowed down with a loud splat, by the drunk driver, who took no notice and drove straight into the man-hole, which had not been closed. That was the last Martin saw of him.
There was a triple funeral that night, three funerals all held together at the same church. The funeral was about twenty minutes longer than usual, because they combined many things--that were common to all three kids--into one. For instance, they did the passing of the tear bottles after all the speeches and the teary memories were done, and there were extended refreshments before all went home. Martin wept half-gallons into the bottles. They needed over twelve bottles to fit the tears and the custodians had to clean saltwater off of the floor because he had been weeping, even while they had been getting a new bottle for every one that was filled.
That was ch2. ch3 and eqilogue in next post.
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Killer Killer
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09/18/2009 21:02 | Alright Vael, this'll be the last one. I'll count it as 1 reply.
Chapter 3: the boy is persistent with his hobby
One day in mid-January, 2,012, Martin went to school during a snowfall. The reason his father wouldn�t drive him was because he had to repair the back bumper and fender after he had gotten into a fender-bender with a drunk driver. Martin had bundled up for school and was heading off to school. There were not too many kids walking to school; those who were had skis in or connected to their backpacks. These kids were in ski club.
As he left school that afternoon, His mother picked him up, telling him that they were going to the library because she had a book discussion group that day and the car was broken. His mother was enamored with books, fiction and nonfiction, so she had signed up for any local book discussion group she could find. As they walked to the library, she was enthusing on and on to him about the book she was reading, Sleeper Dick, about a white whale that liked to sleep and eat tranquilizer-infested foods and drink tranquilizer-filled wine and take sleeping pills. She was quite interested in it. Martin, however, did not care one bit, even though he loved to go to sleep a lot. His mother consoled him slightly by telling him that she had reserved him a computer to surf the Internet.
Once the book discussion was done, they went out. A blizzard had broken out while they had been inside. The winds were whistling against the walls and were straining at the stained-glass windows. One had to shout with all the strength he had to be heard. Snow flew about in mini-cyclones, sometimes hitting them and shattering to the ground at, or sometimes inside, their shoes. Martin and his mother stood for a moment in disbelief. Neither did not know why they hadn�t heard the storm flare up.
In any case, the other members of the book discussion, as well as the others who were leaving the library at that time, were trudging through the snow, all following the dim streetlights to the road, which forked, and going to their homes. A moment later, Martin and his mother followed them.
Martin lived on the outskirts of the city, Annapolis, Minnesota. As he walked down Blizzard Drive to the city walls, he wondered why the name had stuck out at him right then. Of course, with the blizzard and all that, Blizzard drive was coincidental. But he realized it was more than that. But he couldn�t get his mind to think about that. The only thought that was in him was: I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep. I want to go to sleep ...
�Martin. Get moving. We have to get home.� His mother�s voice cut through his daydreaming, temporarily dispelling any thoughts of going to sleep he might have entertained. Not for long. �But I want to go to sleep,� he protested.
�you can go to sleep when we get home.�
�No! NOW!�
They continued arguing for about fifteen minutes. Martin pleaded, begged, bribed, implored, and beseeched his mother, but, steadfast as a dead body who wouldn�t wake up, she would not allow him to sleep. Her facial expression didn�t change through any of this. She had become used to her son�s ways and knew when to ignore his cries. Now was probably a good time to do it, but it would come to no use, as you will see.
Martin and his mother were almost at their house, but the snow made it difficult to see, even four feet ahead of them. Martin felt like he had been walking for days on end. His legs had felt like they had turned into oak trunks--fixed in place. Each leaden step he took was twice as hard as the last. For a few moments, Martin stayed quiet, focusing on taking one step after another. After a while, he could bear it no longer. �I HAVE to go to sleep!�
�You can�t.�
Pleadingly, Martin starting to fall back onto his mother. She saw the fatigue in his eyes, but she would not give him any respite. �MARTIN. You can go to sleep at home.�
Martin began to have a tantrum. He stamped both feet into the snow, practically jumping up and down with fury. �NO! NO! NO! NO! I�M GOING TO GO TO SLEEP RIGHT NOW!�
�PARKER,� his mother roared over the winds and the blowing snow. �Go HOME.�
Martin�s brain reeled back with shock. his mother had actually used his real name? That meant she was really mad. Even his teachers only called him Parker when they were mad.
However, even with this revelation, Martin didn�t give up. He leaned back a bit faster, beginning to fall back in the snow. His mother, realizing that she had been defeated, went on home by herself, taking out a wet hanky from her purse and wiping her eyes. In her mind, the funeral was already planned. She already knew what flowers she would put on it, carnations. �
Epilogue
About fifty people attended the funeral for Parker Smith Fripner, the week after his death. Unfortunately, even skilled scientists had not been able to recover the body. It had become one with the snow.
His mother decided that they would cremate the empty casket. A sizzling fire had been started by two of Parker�s uncles, who came back to the service to cry. During this time, the fire began to consume the casket. But it went farther than that.
The fire had managed to breach the door. Amidst the loud crying, the beep of the fire alarm was not heard. The only warning they had was when a sickly smoke smell filled the air and flames began to go off in the sanctuary. The only exit left was out the fire escape. In a panicked line, the people rushed out. Unfortunately, the fire had quadrupled in size. Anyone that managed to reach the fire escape was consumed in masses of flame. The preacher, the people, Parker�s relatives, and the whole church was destroyed by the hungry fire, which munched hungrily on all in its path. And so ended the story of Parker Smith Fripner, his friends, his family, and the man that caused all this trouble, the man in the sewer-pipe, which still lives to this day, AWWWW.
What a relief to say
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(haha I copied and pasted all of this)
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The rule of wildlife: Survival of the fittest.
If u want a challenge, I'll kill u with1swipe!
Die die die!
Your life is mine for the taking! Ha ha ha!
Stomp all over 'em like they was cookie crumbs!!!
Edited once on Friday, Sep 18th 21:04:38 2009 by Killer Killer |
Demi Lune
"The what now?"
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09/19/2009 02:12 | 1355
I'm just going to count those as three posts, because it's just easier that way.
Did you know we can do animated .gifs for forum avatars? I didn't.
Did you know tha- ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD
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Killer Killer
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09/19/2009 05:10 | WHA?
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Demi Lune
"The what now?"
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09/19/2009 12:15 | 13-ALL GLORY TO THE HYPNOTOAD-57
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Killer Killer
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09/19/2009 13:02 | 135-(45*3)8
this crap is beside the point. Was it good?
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If u want a challenge, I'll kill u with1swipe!
Die die die!
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Demi Lune
"The what now?"
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09/19/2009 22:10 | 1359
It was pretty good, but I think it should have been less fatal. If that makes any sense 
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Killer Killer
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09/20/2009 05:41 | Killing off all the characters is awesome fun!!!! Unless it's like "and all the people said "OH FINE" and jumped off of the cliff". No, you gotta have some variety in there too, but it was pretty good nevertheless. Personally I think the writing itself is almost as good as the story itself. My teacher tells me I have a "distinct writing style".
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The rule of wildlife: Survival of the fittest.
If u want a challenge, I'll kill u with1swipe!
Die die die!
Your life is mine for the taking! Ha ha ha!
Stomp all over 'em like they was cookie crumbs!!! |
Demi Lune
"The what now?"
Posts: 909
09/20/2009 07:00 | Well, in shorter stories it's alright, but if you plan on having a long story... Someone has to be alive
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Killer Killer
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09/20/2009 08:26 | Yep, that wasn't novel length was it now. And anyway it was for comedy's sake that there were so many crazy deaths. You might've thought I'd have Parker bunjee-jump the library window or something, haha.
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The rule of wildlife: Survival of the fittest.
If u want a challenge, I'll kill u with1swipe!
Die die die!
Your life is mine for the taking! Ha ha ha!
Stomp all over 'em like they was cookie crumbs!!! |
Demi Lune
"The what now?"
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09/20/2009 15:31 | 1363
Heh, yeah, although you must have a taller library than we do... Ours is a single floor, lol.
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Killer Killer
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09/20/2009 16:22 | In my school, our whole school is only 3 floors (I'm still in middle school haha.) When I printed it out so my teacher could look at it, it went to a little more than 7 pages.
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The rule of wildlife: Survival of the fittest.
If u want a challenge, I'll kill u with1swipe!
Die die die!
Your life is mine for the taking! Ha ha ha!
Stomp all over 'em like they was cookie crumbs!!! |
Demi Lune
"The what now?"
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09/21/2009 06:42 | 1365
The story I wrote the other day was three full pages, and I'll probably be writing the next part soon... So we'll see how long that one is.
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Killer Killer
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09/21/2009 07:56 | I think i'm a bit too young for it, all that crazy stuff in it, lol.
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The rule of wildlife: Survival of the fittest.
If u want a challenge, I'll kill u with1swipe!
Die die die!
Your life is mine for the taking! Ha ha ha!
Stomp all over 'em like they was cookie crumbs!!! |
Demi Lune
"The what now?"
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09/21/2009 14:49 | Yeah, you don't need to read it, it's alright.
But first, writing an english paper!
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Killer Killer
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09/21/2009 15:21 | Yep, english papers suck. Right now, my teacher's droning on about grammar. Main subject, main verb, and all that nonsense. I was bored one day and so read the whole grammar guide on my electric dictionary, rofl.
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The rule of wildlife: Survival of the fittest.
If u want a challenge, I'll kill u with1swipe!
Die die die!
Your life is mine for the taking! Ha ha ha!
Stomp all over 'em like they was cookie crumbs!!! |
Demi Lune
"The what now?"
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09/22/2009 06:15 | 1369
French class is like that for me, pretty much because most of us suck. English is pretty hands off these days, though.
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Killer Killer
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09/22/2009 16:24 | Hands off, how? For me, sewing is my favorite class. Ya know why? It's not 'cause of the fact that you're learning how to sew on buttons if they fall out. Who thinks that's cool anyway? It's 'cause � of the class is sewing, and � is just wandering around, wasting time, talking to people, 'cause I don't have to do much in there! I love it! It's paradise.
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The rule of wildlife: Survival of the fittest.
If u want a challenge, I'll kill u with1swipe!
Die die die!
Your life is mine for the taking! Ha ha ha!
Stomp all over 'em like they was cookie crumbs!!! |
Frank Lux
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09/23/2009 18:50 | tl;dr
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Demi Lune
"The what now?"
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09/23/2009 19:25 | Well, we don't learn about literary techniques and how to do grammar and stuff like that. We talk about different things, we get assignments, we discuss ideas we had for our assignments, just stuff like that.
My sewing classes were like that, too, back in the day. I spent about a week waiting to get thread from my teacher, because she was old and forgetful.
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Edited once on Wednesday, Sep 23rd 19:25:56 2009 by Demi Lune |
Killer Killer
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09/24/2009 04:30 | Haha, funny.
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The rule of wildlife: Survival of the fittest.
If u want a challenge, I'll kill u with1swipe!
Die die die!
Your life is mine for the taking! Ha ha ha!
Stomp all over 'em like they was cookie crumbs!!! |
Vael Victus 
"See you, fantasy monster game."
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09/24/2009 10:12 | That was actually... pretty good. About the post count: it's fine, just keep it going, no one will read this page anyway when we're on page 100
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Killer Killer
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09/24/2009 15:20 | 1375
Do you play in the band? If so, which instrument? I play trumpet (and coronet). Trumpets are a species of coronet, or maybe it's the other way around. Owh knows.
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If u want a challenge, I'll kill u with1swipe!
Die die die!
Your life is mine for the taking! Ha ha ha!
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Demi Lune
"The what now?"
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09/25/2009 06:28 | 1376
Nope, I have never had any musical talent. We had to do some little test to get into band in 7th grade, I got 1/6.
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