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Hello my wonderful victims. ^-^; I have no idea why you're reading this, but what the heck. This is my happy-fun random story, which you might or might not like. It amuses me, so I write it.
Enjoy the ficcy, don't mind the name.
-PSC
(I'm brainstorming for a more serious fic anyway, so that may show up in the not-so-near future.)
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The Kirby Fic of DOOM
It was a beautiful day in dreamland, but this is dreamland and every day is beautiful, so it makes little difference saying that. Anyway, since every day is beautiful and uneventful, everybody has the need to go out on a picnic. Really, they do, all dreamlanders have this instinct to sprout wings and fly to the nearest open field where they can immediately be preyed upon by rabid kaiju chickens while they feast upon balogna hogies. Bear in mind, these are hogies, not sandwiches, despite the fact that the terms are synonymous. If the dreamlanders were eating sandwiches, then Armegeddon would come prancing along, and that would be most verily bad.
Of course, since nothing's perfect, though I believe this story has already proven itself to be a complete load of imperfection, villains feel the need to come around and do villainous things. Actually, I'll get to the point, the villain's name is Nightmare. Nightmare's the most evil villain to ever exist. His plot is to send telemarketers across the universe to annoy the living heel (not hell, because hell is a word that offends many a soccer mom, so I shall refrain from saying hell) out of innocent not-evil people. Nightmare's main minion is this salesguy person. Salesguy doesn't have a real name, so everybody refers to him as Salesguy, except for flying donuts, they refer to him as Mr. Purplepants. He doesn't have any pants, so I dunno why they call him that. Mr. Purplepants works for Nightmare because Nightmare holds killer siestas at his great and beautiful floating castle in outer space, but you're not invited, so HA!
Meanwhile in the happy and serene castle of King Dedede, chaos was a foot. Not a hand, a foot. Chaos went stomping through the hallways in search of a sock large enough to fit upon itself. Chaos also had a mighty stench, making 263 waddledees pass out as it bounced through the halls of Dedede's castle.
In the throne room, Mr. Purplepants was selling Dedede some monsters of mass destruction. Dedede didn't have much experience with telemarketers because he didn't use his phone very often, so he had no idea of Mr. Purplepants' evil scheme. Dedede ordered an army of mad dudelsacking guinea pigs, a few giant robots, and a large bucket of fries. Mr. Purplepants had the guinea pigs and robots at his disposal, but he didn't know where to get fries, so he sent several minions on a quest to find the magical bucket of fries.
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Well, that's chapter 1. I'll probably get lazy with writing anymore. . Bug me on AIM or something if you want more.
Hello my wonderful victims. ^-^; I have no idea why you're reading this, but what the heck. This is my happy-fun random story, which you might or might not like. It amuses me, so I write it.
Enjoy the ficcy, don't mind the name.
-PSC
(I'm brainstorming for a more serious fic anyway, so that may show up in the not-so-near future.)
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The Kirby Fic of DOOM
It was a beautiful day in dreamland, but this is dreamland and every day is beautiful, so it makes little difference saying that. Anyway, since every day is beautiful and uneventful, everybody has the need to go out on a picnic. Really, they do, all dreamlanders have this instinct to sprout wings and fly to the nearest open field where they can immediately be preyed upon by rabid kaiju chickens while they feast upon balogna hogies. Bear in mind, these are hogies, not sandwiches, despite the fact that the terms are synonymous. If the dreamlanders were eating sandwiches, then Armegeddon would come prancing along, and that would be most verily bad.
Of course, since nothing's perfect, though I believe this story has already proven itself to be a complete load of imperfection, villains feel the need to come around and do villainous things. Actually, I'll get to the point, the villain's name is Nightmare. Nightmare's the most evil villain to ever exist. His plot is to send telemarketers across the universe to annoy the living heel (not hell, because hell is a word that offends many a soccer mom, so I shall refrain from saying hell) out of innocent not-evil people. Nightmare's main minion is this salesguy person. Salesguy doesn't have a real name, so everybody refers to him as Salesguy, except for flying donuts, they refer to him as Mr. Purplepants. He doesn't have any pants, so I dunno why they call him that. Mr. Purplepants works for Nightmare because Nightmare holds killer siestas at his great and beautiful floating castle in outer space, but you're not invited, so HA!
Meanwhile in the happy and serene castle of King Dedede, chaos was a foot. Not a hand, a foot. Chaos went stomping through the hallways in search of a sock large enough to fit upon itself. Chaos also had a mighty stench, making 263 waddledees pass out as it bounced through the halls of Dedede's castle.
In the throne room, Mr. Purplepants was selling Dedede some monsters of mass destruction. Dedede didn't have much experience with telemarketers because he didn't use his phone very often, so he had no idea of Mr. Purplepants' evil scheme. Dedede ordered an army of mad dudelsacking guinea pigs, a few giant robots, and a large bucket of fries. Mr. Purplepants had the guinea pigs and robots at his disposal, but he didn't know where to get fries, so he sent several minions on a quest to find the magical bucket of fries.
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Well, that's chapter 1. I'll probably get lazy with writing anymore. . Bug me on AIM or something if you want more.