With a flash of green light, a man clad in all green clothing and a pare of
expensive sun glasses appears.
"Hey their." He says casually.
"Lets get this disclaimer out of the way first ok? I do not own anything that is not mine. Ok now for the story."
A chameleon pokes it's head out of his shirt pocket.
"what?" He says looking down at the lizard. "You mean I got to do more? Alright, fine." He says in a aggravated tone.
I do not own any of the x-men or any of the characters accept the following.
Vincent: Chameleon
Susan: Shadow Also known as blew ghost
Curtis: sharp shooter, also known as sniper
Most of the families and other characters.
None of the places or cities.
While we are talking about what I don't own.
The x-men belong to marvel comics
Tinga saily AKA mirage belongs to blakwido13
Any songs, music, or sound effects that I use are copyright of their respective holders.
In other-words, SOME ONE ALREADY OWNS THEM.
Any other cameos that I put here I will have already gotten permission for. Let me know if you want your name here and I'll post it.
That looks like that covers it. Anything else should be my creation. If it isn't than it's just probably coincidence. If this is the case, please let me know.
No need in trying to Su me. Ya wouldn't get much. Lets see here.
The figure starts to rummage through his pockets.
He pulls out the lizard and sets it on his shoulder. It looks at the camera and sticks out it's tongue.
"Don't do that Chammie." He says to the lizard who promptly puts it's frog like tongue back in it's mouth.
He takes a object that looks like a flash-light and shines it into the camera. After a little static we see a seen that looks like the matrix, binary coding flying faster than the eye can follow, The words "ACCESS Granted" appears on the center of the screen as we see the words "First national citizens bank." A monetary amount appears in it's place. $530.02
"five hundred and thirty dollars. That's all you would get." The figure's voice verifies.
Probably be less than that by the time I pay my bills this month. Of course I would have to give Ya my two cents worth for having the guts to sue me anyway. That's y ya won't get those either. Camera cuts to static and back to the figure.
"Ok, I thank that pretty much covers it." the figure says while taking another flash light object out of his pocket.
"This is a black light. I thank we all know what this does." He says shining it around the room.
Close-up on a few paintings and posters. As the light passes over them, they begin to glow.
He then takes the light and shines it directly into his face, as he takes off his sun shades.
His eyes glow a green-white color as he plays with the flash light.
Back and forth. back and forth. the flash light shines over his face.
As you can tell my eyes are anything but normal. They have been useless to me for years now. Their for, I forgot most of my letters, and some of my print words. If I make any moustaches in this story I will catch them eventually.
Special Thanks to blakwido13, Star Dreamer, and Strawberry for reading and correcting most of this. You girls were a big help. Thanks again.
He winks and blows a kiss as he puts his shades back on and turns off the black light.
Ok, now lets summarize this a little.
For the kiddies out their, don't try any of this at home.
And, as usual, I don't indorse or suggest using any language, fighting stiles, or anything else that looks dangerous.
And those of you that just want to read it to flame it, don't even bother. I accept criticism, it makes me a better writer, but you people, those of you know who you are, that just read things and say how much they suck. That will not be tolerated, not on my watch anyway.
Those of you that say I have no life will not be tolerated as well. Some of you say I have no life, which I will admit to. One quick question though. How much of a life do you have to have to notice little old me? IF you have nothing better to do than to sit here and tell me how much my stories suck, and how little of a life I have to right something like this, then how much of a life do you have? I thought so. Those of you that went DA at that, read it again, CAREFULLLLY, MABY A FEW TIMES, YOU WILL GET IT EVENTUALLY. And I just realized that was two questions.
Present company accepted of course. Scroll up to look at my thank-you's. ^^
those people that I thanked, and my fans, the few that I have. don't count in that little rambling.
You know what, screw this.
It's a story you guys, come on, just read it, and enjoy it. gees. You people half to make everything so complex.
He smiles, then points to his shirt pocket. The lizard climbs from his shoulder in to his pocket. He snaps his fingers and with a flash of light, he is gone.
"You got to admit, that was a long disclaimer." The voice of the figure says with a chuckle.
"Hey their." He says casually.
"Lets get this disclaimer out of the way first ok? I do not own anything that is not mine. Ok now for the story."
A chameleon pokes it's head out of his shirt pocket.
"what?" He says looking down at the lizard. "You mean I got to do more? Alright, fine." He says in a aggravated tone.
I do not own any of the x-men or any of the characters accept the following.
Vincent: Chameleon
Susan: Shadow Also known as blew ghost
Curtis: sharp shooter, also known as sniper
Most of the families and other characters.
None of the places or cities.
While we are talking about what I don't own.
The x-men belong to marvel comics
Tinga saily AKA mirage belongs to blakwido13
Any songs, music, or sound effects that I use are copyright of their respective holders.
In other-words, SOME ONE ALREADY OWNS THEM.
Any other cameos that I put here I will have already gotten permission for. Let me know if you want your name here and I'll post it.
That looks like that covers it. Anything else should be my creation. If it isn't than it's just probably coincidence. If this is the case, please let me know.
No need in trying to Su me. Ya wouldn't get much. Lets see here.
The figure starts to rummage through his pockets.
He pulls out the lizard and sets it on his shoulder. It looks at the camera and sticks out it's tongue.
"Don't do that Chammie." He says to the lizard who promptly puts it's frog like tongue back in it's mouth.
He takes a object that looks like a flash-light and shines it into the camera. After a little static we see a seen that looks like the matrix, binary coding flying faster than the eye can follow, The words "ACCESS Granted" appears on the center of the screen as we see the words "First national citizens bank." A monetary amount appears in it's place. $530.02
"five hundred and thirty dollars. That's all you would get." The figure's voice verifies.
Probably be less than that by the time I pay my bills this month. Of course I would have to give Ya my two cents worth for having the guts to sue me anyway. That's y ya won't get those either. Camera cuts to static and back to the figure.
"Ok, I thank that pretty much covers it." the figure says while taking another flash light object out of his pocket.
"This is a black light. I thank we all know what this does." He says shining it around the room.
Close-up on a few paintings and posters. As the light passes over them, they begin to glow.
He then takes the light and shines it directly into his face, as he takes off his sun shades.
His eyes glow a green-white color as he plays with the flash light.
Back and forth. back and forth. the flash light shines over his face.
As you can tell my eyes are anything but normal. They have been useless to me for years now. Their for, I forgot most of my letters, and some of my print words. If I make any moustaches in this story I will catch them eventually.
Special Thanks to blakwido13, Star Dreamer, and Strawberry for reading and correcting most of this. You girls were a big help. Thanks again.
He winks and blows a kiss as he puts his shades back on and turns off the black light.
Ok, now lets summarize this a little.
For the kiddies out their, don't try any of this at home.
And, as usual, I don't indorse or suggest using any language, fighting stiles, or anything else that looks dangerous.
And those of you that just want to read it to flame it, don't even bother. I accept criticism, it makes me a better writer, but you people, those of you know who you are, that just read things and say how much they suck. That will not be tolerated, not on my watch anyway.
Those of you that say I have no life will not be tolerated as well. Some of you say I have no life, which I will admit to. One quick question though. How much of a life do you have to have to notice little old me? IF you have nothing better to do than to sit here and tell me how much my stories suck, and how little of a life I have to right something like this, then how much of a life do you have? I thought so. Those of you that went DA at that, read it again, CAREFULLLLY, MABY A FEW TIMES, YOU WILL GET IT EVENTUALLY. And I just realized that was two questions.
Present company accepted of course. Scroll up to look at my thank-you's. ^^
those people that I thanked, and my fans, the few that I have. don't count in that little rambling.
You know what, screw this.
It's a story you guys, come on, just read it, and enjoy it. gees. You people half to make everything so complex.
He smiles, then points to his shirt pocket. The lizard climbs from his shoulder in to his pocket. He snaps his fingers and with a flash of light, he is gone.
"You got to admit, that was a long disclaimer." The voice of the figure says with a chuckle.