Author's Note!
Me: Nya! I'm BA-ACK!
Lorelei: I'm here, too! FEAR ME- Ooh! A golden statue of a golden statue, made in the model of a golden statue of a... -rants-
Grizzzald: ...Kin I bloo the lass up noo?
Me: No.
Tlin: -.-
Eh: ...
Bob: Hahaha!
Gene: You all suck!
Rena: I don't! :(
Teaulkae: Look! A statue! That's GOLD! Hehe...
Tlin: HE DOESN'T OWN NAMCO!
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Yuan stepped on stage. "I will be reading from the story 'Tales of DOOM...'"
Once upon a time, there was a big tree.
It was big.
And big.
And stuff.
That was the beginning of stuff.
And more stuff.
More stuff than ever seen on this earth.
Or that earth over there.
Yeah. That's right.
I went there.
Seawater.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
Lloyd sat at the campfire, firing the camp. Not in the normal way, either; he was FIRING. "YOU'RE FIRED! FOR NEGLIGENCE! I HAT YOU THAT MUCH! I HAT YOU! I HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOU!"
As this was going on, the newest members of the group sat off to the side. One was a pirate, one was an axefighter, and one was an unimportant person.
(Rena: HEY!)
One was named Bob. He was the pirate. He had no money, no captain, no education, and no life.
The axefighter was named Gene. Most people hated him. I don't blame them.
The unimportant person... who cares?
Anyway, they were standing off to the side, talking about deeply philosophical philosophies.
"Can I eat?" (This was Bob, the most piratey of the group. He had blonde hair and an axe.)
"No." (This was Rena, the unimportant person. She had a bow. And pink hair.)
"You all suck! Burn in hell!" (This, of course, was Gene. He was a rude, crude axefighter, who was in a bad mood. I like rhymes. .)
"You're so nice sometimes."
"Seriously, can I eat?!"
Suddenly, Luigi appeared.
"Hi!" said he. "It's-a-me! Luigi! Back from my top-selling record program, 'That Makes no Frickin' Sense'!
"Hi!" said he. "It's-a-me! Luigi! Back from my top-selling record program, 'That Makes no Frickin' Sense'!
"Hi!" said he. "It's-a-me! Luigi! Back from my top-selling record program, 'That Makes no Frickin' Sense'!
"Hi!" said he. "It's-a-me! Luigi! Back from my top-selling record program, 'That Makes no Frick'- ERGH! MAMA MIA! I'M-A RUINED! AGHNREBVOINERIP!"
The plumber had an axe in his back. That's not what killed him, however; he had left the engine running on his Warp Pipe, and it had run him over. The axe was simply a fashion statement. Like Azerbaijan, or white contact lenses.
And now, for a magical song. This song will take up the whole rest of the chap- Oh, bite me.
Rodyle, of course, popped into existance. "I'M THE MAGIC SUGAR FAERIE! Like fun I'm not! YES I AM! No, you aren't!"
As this was going on, a guy in a cloak walked in. He had a cloak. He was wearing a cloak, and on his back was a cloak. It was a cloak he was wearing. The thing that was keeping him warm was a cloak. I recently exploded.
The boy who walked in was holding a sword. It was green. Like grass.
"I'm Eh Shirnen," he said to no one in particular. "and I want a BIG cereal!"
Everyone went o.O.
Except for Luigi, who went x.X.
Yup.
Now, as this was happening, it was happening....
IT was happening.
IT was happening.
Happening was IT.
The end of chapter one. ;
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Me: Sorry it was so damn short.
Tlin: NO!
Me: Go away. Please review.