Disclaimer: I do not own Lurtz, who Murtz is based upon (but I do own
Murtz). I also do not own anything Lord of the Rings. I, however own this
plot and the spazz this is based upon. I also am credited with the making
of owfs (cross between orcs and dwarfs) with my friend Lilyflower8602, who
has a pen name on fanfiction.net too!
This is LOOSLEY (and I must repeat, LOOSLEY) based upon a true story.
Chapter 1: The F*CKING Essay
An Elite Nazgul Clown (named Barney) of the 45th regiment servant of Mordor swooped down over the Black Gate. Its gaze swept the masses of owfs readying for war, and all groveled and whined under its barely hidden firehouse-red nose pointing at them (which was a laser gun and quite useful during battles with rival Nazgul clowns.) But one sound of agonized screams, although the wails of tortured souls were not an uncommon, this scream was particularly attention grabbing. Instead of spouting the usual screams of "Please, please!! Anything!!!.. Oh, oh please, not that, I'll do anything! Just let me - AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!", out of the main prison building came wails that were yelling much obscenity and with other rather odd subjects in between.
Smoke was everywhere, but it cannot conceal the torment that is being experienced in the middle of the round room (many of the owfs were told to go sit in the corner so they would not interfere with Murtz's work, but all of them were still wandering about, rather confused). The torment was illustrated by the twisting and turnings of a figure on a large table, who turns out to be Vana Burke. She was member of the Girls Against Suckers (GAS).
Murtz (who was transferred to Mordor from Isengard to do this special task) the head owf, is standing over her, laughing madly and turning the crank to his favorite torture instrument: the essay. Vana is lying on a sheet of typed paper with sharp black words sticking up, and she is screaming "NOOO, NOOO, anything but the F*CKING essay!!!" and Murtz just throws his head back and laughs, and turns the crank a full 5 notches. Vana, even through all her hard years of fine tuning her art of procrastination, breaks under such pressure. She wails the subject of her mission: "The La Vida Loca Studio!!!! AAAAUGH!! Martiiiiiin!!!!" The instant these words are uttered, black clown riders go careening out of Mordor and on to visit...
Hahahaha! This was hilarious to write, but don't burn me on this one of how bad it is. It's just a spazz. I know it's short, but I love it! The next chapter will be longer.
Chrissy :) :P
This is LOOSLEY (and I must repeat, LOOSLEY) based upon a true story.
Chapter 1: The F*CKING Essay
An Elite Nazgul Clown (named Barney) of the 45th regiment servant of Mordor swooped down over the Black Gate. Its gaze swept the masses of owfs readying for war, and all groveled and whined under its barely hidden firehouse-red nose pointing at them (which was a laser gun and quite useful during battles with rival Nazgul clowns.) But one sound of agonized screams, although the wails of tortured souls were not an uncommon, this scream was particularly attention grabbing. Instead of spouting the usual screams of "Please, please!! Anything!!!.. Oh, oh please, not that, I'll do anything! Just let me - AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEE!", out of the main prison building came wails that were yelling much obscenity and with other rather odd subjects in between.
Smoke was everywhere, but it cannot conceal the torment that is being experienced in the middle of the round room (many of the owfs were told to go sit in the corner so they would not interfere with Murtz's work, but all of them were still wandering about, rather confused). The torment was illustrated by the twisting and turnings of a figure on a large table, who turns out to be Vana Burke. She was member of the Girls Against Suckers (GAS).
Murtz (who was transferred to Mordor from Isengard to do this special task) the head owf, is standing over her, laughing madly and turning the crank to his favorite torture instrument: the essay. Vana is lying on a sheet of typed paper with sharp black words sticking up, and she is screaming "NOOO, NOOO, anything but the F*CKING essay!!!" and Murtz just throws his head back and laughs, and turns the crank a full 5 notches. Vana, even through all her hard years of fine tuning her art of procrastination, breaks under such pressure. She wails the subject of her mission: "The La Vida Loca Studio!!!! AAAAUGH!! Martiiiiiin!!!!" The instant these words are uttered, black clown riders go careening out of Mordor and on to visit...
Hahahaha! This was hilarious to write, but don't burn me on this one of how bad it is. It's just a spazz. I know it's short, but I love it! The next chapter will be longer.
Chrissy :) :P