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really is no point. (Sorry if I seem a little harsh)
As a side note, I used to review as I think AprilGeminiSaturn, or was it AprilSaturnGemini, oh well, it was one of those. But now I have an account where I'm actually going to post stuff, yea!
It was a dismal, dreary twilight in dreamland. Fine dirt seemed to litter the air, the wind blew chilingly, and everything seemed to be in shades of grey. The pre-night held a certain tension in it, a tension that gave even the simplest of creatures a terrible sense of foreboding. As the light turned darker, and the whole world seemed to become dimmer and more murkey, the inhabitants of Cappytown shivered as they gazed out from behind their window curtains, or peeked around their doors. They were more used to calm, peaceful nights, not nights where it seemed the very air they breath could explode in one terrific, terrible calamity.
Everyone in King Dedede's castle seemed more nervous and uptight than usual.
The resounding echoes of Dedede's shouts could be heard throughout the castle, as his screams and yells continuously beat upon Escargoon's ears. It seemed the poor snail could not go for more than five seconds before he was screeched at. King Dedede, for his part, felt a tight knotting in his stomache, and everything seemed to make him quiver. He noticed with a slight disgust that every motion seemed to cause him to jump out of his seat.
Tiff, Tuff, and their parents were placed in tense rigedness about their large sitting room, in various positions. Lady Like simply sat straight upright upon the couch, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her eyes dancing and darting about various locations. Sir Ebram was seated next to his wife, also with an unatural stiffness in his posture. Tuff was playing on the floor with some of his old toys; he was lying stomached down on the rug and humming a nervous melody to himself, almost as if he were awaiting some great event with nervous anticipation. Tiff was attempting to study, but was simply too restless to do soo. Sitting in the big armchair, every g
time Tiff tried to read a sentence from her book, she would suddenly look up as if she expected some huge shadow to come hurtling toward her small, frightened form.
Medaknight and company were currently patrolling the castle. This tense, this quietness, something was wrong. Medaknight was sure of it, and he wasn't going to let his guard down anytime soon. So, Sword, Blade, and him resolved to make more rounds about the castle than usual, rather than let themselves be taken by suprise.
Indeed, even Kirby was sensing something. What that something was, he was not yet old enough to understand. Yet it was enough to make him wait in his small house with a quiet anticipation, he knew that something was going to happen.
As a side note, I used to review as I think AprilGeminiSaturn, or was it AprilSaturnGemini, oh well, it was one of those. But now I have an account where I'm actually going to post stuff, yea!
It was a dismal, dreary twilight in dreamland. Fine dirt seemed to litter the air, the wind blew chilingly, and everything seemed to be in shades of grey. The pre-night held a certain tension in it, a tension that gave even the simplest of creatures a terrible sense of foreboding. As the light turned darker, and the whole world seemed to become dimmer and more murkey, the inhabitants of Cappytown shivered as they gazed out from behind their window curtains, or peeked around their doors. They were more used to calm, peaceful nights, not nights where it seemed the very air they breath could explode in one terrific, terrible calamity.
Everyone in King Dedede's castle seemed more nervous and uptight than usual.
The resounding echoes of Dedede's shouts could be heard throughout the castle, as his screams and yells continuously beat upon Escargoon's ears. It seemed the poor snail could not go for more than five seconds before he was screeched at. King Dedede, for his part, felt a tight knotting in his stomache, and everything seemed to make him quiver. He noticed with a slight disgust that every motion seemed to cause him to jump out of his seat.
Tiff, Tuff, and their parents were placed in tense rigedness about their large sitting room, in various positions. Lady Like simply sat straight upright upon the couch, her hands folded neatly on her lap, her eyes dancing and darting about various locations. Sir Ebram was seated next to his wife, also with an unatural stiffness in his posture. Tuff was playing on the floor with some of his old toys; he was lying stomached down on the rug and humming a nervous melody to himself, almost as if he were awaiting some great event with nervous anticipation. Tiff was attempting to study, but was simply too restless to do soo. Sitting in the big armchair, every g
time Tiff tried to read a sentence from her book, she would suddenly look up as if she expected some huge shadow to come hurtling toward her small, frightened form.
Medaknight and company were currently patrolling the castle. This tense, this quietness, something was wrong. Medaknight was sure of it, and he wasn't going to let his guard down anytime soon. So, Sword, Blade, and him resolved to make more rounds about the castle than usual, rather than let themselves be taken by suprise.
Indeed, even Kirby was sensing something. What that something was, he was not yet old enough to understand. Yet it was enough to make him wait in his small house with a quiet anticipation, he knew that something was going to happen.