Ok, here's the scoop. Only 2 of my fics have gone as planned. So I'm going to post what I have so far on this, and you can reply if you want me to continue.Got it? Good.

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"So, can you tell me again what I'm supposed to do?" A very quizzical Ryou asked the director.

"AGH! How can't you not understand this? This particular fic depicts you being abused by Bakura for years and then you commit suicide because your friends have forgotten you. Soon after death, you will haunt him for the rest of his life"

"But that's way to depressing! And otherwise, Bakura wouldn't do that!"

"Well what can I say; writers have very twisted minds these days. OK people lets try this again." Christy, the director, told the crowd of workers who started forming around the actors.

"Seine 12, take, oh, was it 23 or 32? Oh well, take 1B."

Ryou runs over to the set were Bakura was located and started the script. Starting in a high falsetto voice, he started, " Oh Bakura, I just cannot believe that you have abused me for years and soon I will just to have to commit suicide because my friends will soon forget about me and then I think I will have to haunt you for the rest of your life and, and," he stopped the falsetto tone. "Oh is that all Christy?"

Sighing, she replied," Well, I don't really know what to say besides it was better than the last shot! This time, try using actions more than words. Well, what better time to try that out the shot about the flashback of the first time Bakura hit you."

Then, everybody scrambled to their places again, and the camera started rolling again. Once rolling, Bakura stood there and lightly smacked Ryou on the cheek. After two minutes, "Bakura. Why. You cannot turn cruel and unfair." Then he burst out crying. "So, how was that?"

"Somebody help me..."

"Soooooooooooooo...was that an ok?"

"NO!" Christy slumped down in her chair. Bakura slowly approached her.

"Um, hey, ya, you know, do you think we could, um, maybe switch to another fic?'

"And why exactly do you think I will just throw away 4 weeks of progress?"

"Um well you see...fake blood makes me squeamish and death makes me queasy..."

Christy stared a hole in Bakura's head. "Do you know how much I hate you right now?

Ok, this weekend, go over your script and PLEASE USE EMOTION AND USE YOUR SCRIPT! Thank you!"