SilverRogue: Okay peoples. I don't own IZ. Honest. It belongs to Jhonen Vasquez! So don't sue. If you read and review one of my fics, I'm more than happy to read and review one of your (IZ related) fics. Flames are welcome, but please mind your language. I know I'm probably going to get burned to a crisp for writing this, but here goes nothing...



Dear Dad and Gazette

I'm not sure where to begin. I never really thought that I'd be writing this, but I guess I have to leave a note explaining everything, even though it's not like anyone will even notice or care. I just finally realized how hopeless I really am. Zim has unlimited technology from all over the galaxy, and I'm armed with what? A camera?

Come to think of it, maybe the human race deserves whatever Zim is going to do to it. Not like it even matters to me anymore. Nothing matters anymore. In case you haven't already figured it out, buy the time you read this, I'll be dead. I'm sorry if this might cause you any pain, but I doubt it will. You'll probably be happier without a psycho like me around to mess everything up.

Anyway, you'll find my body under my bed. There's probably going to be a lot of blood, sorry if I stained the carpet. Do me a favor and bury me in some of my skool clothes. I hate that stupid tuxedo. Well, that's it I guess. Goodbye and have a nice life

Seeya In Hell,

Dib