A/N: Alright, Prophe and I or Gempol and I, depending on which
way you you look at it were utterly bored. And we created "The
Prophecy of Bob." We love fanfiction, we really do, but we wanted to
give an example of some really horrible stuff, you know? So, we're not
blithering idiots, nor were we high or anything when we wrote this.
Simply... bored. And it was a good idea. Basically, "The Prophecy of
Bob" is showing how badly written, how bad a plot can be... and we had
a hell of a lot of fun doing it :3

We'll put up a warning now: "Bob" has very Gary-Stu-like tendencies.
You'll see in a moment. Also, there is something that comes later that
can be vaguely called "sex" but it's more like... not sex. It's funny,
trust me. If any mods or admins find this "unsuitable" it's
flipping hilarious then you can remove it or w/e... It's not
pornographic in the least. Prophe: yea...I wrote it. Very lame, but
so much that it was hilarious.

Also: Yes, two people are going to be writing this ridiculous stuff.
It takes two idiots to write something this idiotic, I suppose.
Prophe: Gem's my idiot... you can't have 'im! Um, i's rated T for
badly written prophecies, Stu-like tendencies, slight language... the
usual stuff. Trust me, reading this may make you realize how badly
some fanfiction could be written. -grin-

The Prophecy of Bob
by Gempol and Prophe

Intro

Bob is an Overlander. A very sexy Overlander. He is a rager, a
scentseer cool and witty. He is tall and has red eyes. He is really
cool, and sexy! He can smel stuff gud, cause he is a scentseer and a
rager. And he is Sexy. Everybody loves him...

So one day, drop dead sexy Bob was just chilling around new york city,
smelling people's emotions. there was a guy cheating on his wife; Bob
knew, because he was a scentseer and could smell his intentions, he
was cheating on her for her sister.

Bob felt that that was really really bad, and decided to stop it. but
as he was walking over to them, he fell into a whole, the manhole
kind, and suddenly, he was underground, he knew, because he was a
scentseer, that he could smel think and that the rat who was not far
away was thinking "this is the underland, overlander" and he knew that
he was in a different world.

chapter one

bob could here this ratz thoughtz and knew that he was a good rat but
wanted to provoke him, and he could read his thoughts, and...

The Fight With Ripred.

"Are you calling me a gangsta, you big rat?" Bob said. He was angry.

"Yo right I'm calling ya gangsta." Ripred said.

"Shut the up you freaking fo' shizzle!" Bob said.

"You shut that blabbering mouse trap, emo dude!" Ripred said.

Then Bob was, like, really getting mad. So he pounced on Ripred. He
was a rager now. He was perfect at battling in his state. Then they
were, like, rolling around and humping each other-it looked liked it-

"You jealous cause I'm sexy!" Bob said, punching Ripred.

"You jealous cause I'm a fo' shizzle!" Ripred said, punching him.

"You're a freaking poser, God darn it!" Bob said, punching Ripred.

Then they was, like, a lot of blood and everything. Yeah, Bob wad winning.

Then Ripred sat down, exhausted!

"I beat ya, fo' shizzle."

"Fo shizzle in the lime light, rad dude. You a freaking shizzle manizzle."

Meanwhile, Gregor and luxa were making out and it was really hot
kissing and he was touching her and stuff, and soon they were naked
and still kissing and then they had sex. Like, really good sex. You
know, the kind that only happens in crazy erotica, hot slash, and
movies... Like, so good that you're like "OMG"...

And THEN...

-end chapter one-