Rosethorn Bryony Oakwood Vermilia Maye was a bouncy naturally blue hair. She possessed deep, soul-piercing orbs in her skull, one a magnetic fuschia and the other eminent emarado green. Her whore face was pale and tan, like a vamp at the beach. On her face were highbrows. She wore a mouth all the time that had pink, shiny, glowy hips without any lipstick. Her cheeks were decaying.
She wore a white, white dress that was whiter than the purest snow. It was a wight. She did not shoe her feet, because she must bear her feed. She was not prefect, though. She had to wear glasses and had a freckle. But still even though she was bootyful nobody loved her, and she was ouchcast.
As she walked elephantly and greasefully down the street, she griped the eyes of a hand, some young man, whom she knew was named Mun Yagami. He assed of her, "wilt, thou breast my bride?"
"No goodness!" she Sed. "I am far two young - I am only eighty years old!"
"Nonsense, mill lady," and then he grabbed her dress, tuck her off, and began to fork her.
SUDDENLY... ... ... ... ... ... L CAME!
[Duh duh duuuuuh! What will happen next? Tbc? Yes!]