Danvill enRAPTURED
I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!
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york city wasn't like it used to be...it looked more like a heavily polluted,
futuristic version of Victoria London than anything else...and those flying
sentinels were just creepy!...And sweet lady liberty...once a beacon of
freedom...now looked more like a vengeful angel ready to smite you with that
dreadful sword that now replaced her torch...These were some of the
thoughts that went through the minds of the unfortunate new yorkers...It
especially didn't help when the man responsible for all the change and turmoil casually walked down the street...
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(music starts up)
When a cold wind blows it chills you
Chills you to the bone
But there's nothing in nature that freezes your heart
Like years of being alone
It paints you with indifference
Like a lady paints with dryan
And the worst of the worst, the most hated and cursed
Is the one that we call Ryan!
Unkind as any, and the wrath of many
This is Andrew Ryan!
Oh, there goes Mr. Humbug
There goes Mr. Grim
If they gave a prize for being mean
The winner would be him
Old Ryan, he loves his money
Cause he thinks it gives him power
If he became a flavor you can bet he would be sour
There goes Mr. Skinflint
There goes Mr. Greed
The undisputed master of the underhanded deed
He charges folks a fortune for his dark and drafty houses
Us poor folk live in misery
It's even worse for mouses
(Please sir, I want some cheese)
Some kindly ladies with a charity box were now singing...
He must be so lonely, he must be so sad
He goes to extremes to convince us he's bad
He's really a victim of fear and of pride
Look close and there must be a sweet man inside...
Ryan walked by, took one look at them. Then snatched up the money they
collected And told them to beat it. Reminding them how charities were illegal.
Nah!
Finished the ladies harshly...right before a gang of peace-keeping "big
brothers" popped up and arrested them on ryan's command...
There goes Mr. Outrage
There goes Mr. Sneer
He has no time for friends or fun
His anger makes that clear
Don't ask him for a favor cause his nastiness increases
No crust of bread for those in need
No cheeses for us meeces
There goes Mr. Heartless
There goes Mr. Cruel
He never gives, he only takes
He lets his anger rule
If being mean's a way of life you practice and rehearse
Then all that work is paying off, cause Ryan's getting worse
Every day in every way
Ryan's getting worse!
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Ryan quickly turned around and glared at the people...who all quickly turned
and ran... Ryan groaned as he reached into his pocket and picked up a tape
recorder. "Note to self: Increase funding for the research into finding and
destroying the blasted source of all this infernal singing and choreography!"
Ryan let's out a deep sigh as he goes into his main office...
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TO BE CONTINUED?
AN: I know it says "in-progress" but really I just don't like boxing myself into a corner. For now this is more of a one-shot that I might continue one day...but probably won't.
But, hey. Feel free to use whatever elements you want from this, if you want! Or maybe give me ideas?
also, could someone contact the deviant artist Markmak or show me how to contact him? I'd like to talk to him, but the computer won't let me comment on my deviantart account.
Also don't forget to give a shout out to my mom's birthday story on my page!
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