TEMPLARS V.S. FIRESIDE GIRLS

I OWN AND REGRET NOTHING!

It all started simply enough...an empty room...that immediately filled with a weird green

light.

When it faded, there stood Isabella. Already checking off her list.

Alright, that earns me my "graceful landing from a random teleport" patch...now for my "find

my home after being randomly teleported" patch! It was then she heard the music...

Curious, she opened the nearby door a crack and peered inside, where she beheld a group of

strange men clad in robes emblemed with a red cross chanting and celebrating...

Who controls the British crown? Who keeps the metric system down? We do, we do! Who keeps Atlantis off the maps? Who keeps the Martians under wraps? We do, we do! Who holds back the electric car? Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star? We do, we do! Who robs cave fish of their sight? Who rigs every Oscar night? We do! We do!

Alright, alright fellas simmer down. It's time for actual business, stated the man clearly in charge. And so they talked. They talked for many hours. They talked of warren vidic and his plans. About their sleeper agent Daniel cross was about to activate. How the Assassins would soon be purged. How their puppet George W. bush would soon gain office. And how their dear friend Bin laden and other friends in Iraq would be having a lot of "fun" in the next couple years. The more Isabella heard, the more disgusted she became. Knowing all too well what she had to do, she made the call. Girls? Change of plans. The star nosed moles will have to take care of themselves a while longer. We have bigger fish to fry... What!? No, not that fish! The other kind!...No! Were not even doing that until next labor day! And for the last time I won't be treacle!...because I said so! I'm- Isabella gave an annoyed grunt. Look- I'm sending you my recordings of what I've seen tonight. Gather the girls for a war council, load up the armory, kick out the smores. It's going to be a long night... AN: fireside girls v.s. Templars, who do you think would win? Post an opinion. Post a comment. Post anything! I'm desperate!

P.S. could someone contact the deviant artist Markmak or show me how to contact him? I'd like to talk to him, but the computer won't let me comment on deviantart.

Also I know it says "in-progress" but really I just don't like boxing myself into a corner. For now this is more of a one-shot that I might continue one day...but probably won't.

But, hey. Feel free to use whatever elements you want from this, if you want! Or maybe give me ideas?