Author's note: I had to do this! And it won't make any sense if you don't have the original in mind.

AN: Joke with fangz instead of the proper word "thanks" (realize it's meaning for I am part of a subculture naming itself after an art period and a style to build churches) goes to my buddies (Phrase of disgust! Not in that path!) crow, waterysaliva555 for assisting me in the task of writing this story, and correcting the many mistakes that I still kept. You are stones! Just in: I am the desirable perrson of my not humorous life. I am a stone as well! Many Christians' Rapture is a stone as well.

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Hi my name is Rotto Dead Dark Oblivion Crow Path and I have long rotten black heirs. (that's how I got my name) with black streaks and black tips that reach the ground and fiery red eyes like health potions and few people tell me I look like Varg Vikernes (AN: If there is no knowledge of such persona in your memory, please consider leaving now in the name of a place of damnation). I am not related to Harold Path but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie and I am into incest! I am not a vampire, but my teeth are bent and black. I have normal skin but I wear corpse-paint so that I look like a cute panda. I'm also a black mage lvl. 72, and I go to a magic school called pigpimples in Scotland where I'm a teacher (I'm seventeen). I'm a Black Metaler (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love my local blacksmith and taxidermist and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black chain mail with a mace +5 and a black leather miniskirt, iron boots and and nothing underneath my chain mail. I was wearing black and white corpse-paint, black lipstick and blackish eye-shadow. I was walking outside Pigpimple. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun in our solar system, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I smashed their skulls in with my mace +5.

"Hey Rotto!" shouted a voice. I looked down. It was... . Dragon Bonfire!

"What's up Dragon?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said determined.

But then, I heard my imaginary friends call me and I had to go away.

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AN: I hereby request to know if any of this met your standards! Personal Lawyer Zergs tell me the teeth of carnivores!