Author's Note: Hi, this is Joel. Mah fist stroy plz revew. I leerned about sumthin calld a homeaj in Inglish cless so I'm dong 1 for my favrit othor PrincessAmerica. For sum resin her Storeh wuz reemoved form teh sight by teh libruls. Dis is a homeaj to her storeh, Super Smash Bros.: mihshonh form God, but wit a gayme i git on my Iped called Fasster den Lite. I usuly us Teh Shrek be cuz it is rad four consercatives, if u were curus.
Chatper 1: Teh Introwducktion
Summry: My seance teechr wuz been a Heatran sew God kiled him and toke me to teh FTL wurld
I was in my scense clas wen the techer was taking boot evilusion. He sad that wii came form monks and God iz fak."UR A LIER!" I sad, enrajed."Giv pref!" he sad. Athists allways sad this to evoyd teh kwestion."U just ned fath!" I sad."Wat wil fath dew wen I gave u an F- on ur tast!?""Oh no." I sadI prayd and prayd, and than, God came. "Lol u wer rong u athist moran! sad God." "Now im gong to punish u and teh otter athists.""No cuz u arnt reel!" sad teh sense techer. Just than, God summed firs form teh sky. Teh cristens in teh Rome cherd, butt teh heatrans bood, and got stroked by lighting. God told evryone also but me to leve."Joel, u must sav teh FTL wurld!" God screened."But FTL is vidogame, not reel!" I sad. "Vidogames are jist unverses I creet fir fun!" He sad. "But Stan got in teh FTL unvrs and is leding teh rablion. He making teh unvirse into athist gay libruls." "Ohno!" I sad. "Im gong to tleport u into the game, and give u kewl pwoars an stuff!" He sad. Than, I fel asleep, and woke up in teh Fedracion Hanger.