CHAPTER 2
ENTRIES7 to 9
Entry seven
Joe died. Bill gone off to get new wraith.
So sad, Sam (second)
Entryeight
Dear diary, New wraith's a midget.
Some 8 year old by the name of Patrick. His new nickname is Sheep. We call him that because he doesn't talk a lot. He'll get used to it. Maybe he's just not used to the fact he's dead. And that he's going to work for the dark lord. And going around on dragon back terrorizing towns. Or murdering and torturing innocent people. Which I wonder?
I wonder, Sam (second)
Entrynine
Dear diary,
I am deeply considering teaching the guys a new sport. This is to distract them from the unfortunate loss of Joe. All that is now left is to dig up those old badminton rackets the orcs threw away in the storage room because they didn't enjoy the sport. I will gather them all up and we will meet in the gym at 3:00. See ya there!
3:00, Sam (second)
REALITY
"Alright boys! Roll Call!" said Sam (me). "First! " (Moe) "Second! "(Me) "Third! "(Will) "Um... fourth?.." (Sheep) "Fifth!" (Larry) "Sixth!" (Terry) "Seventh! "(Fred) "Eighth! "(Ted) "Ninth! "(Ed)
"First we split ourselves into teams!" "Dude! Nines a odd number!" "But Sheep's a midget." "Doesn't matter!!!" "I'm sure he's just as good a player." "As if!"
"GUYS!" "Alright! Larry, Terry you are the captains, each of you pick a person one at a time!" "I pick Sheep!" "Why?" "Cause he the coolest!" "Sheep?" "You should watch him play soul calibur II!" "He good?" "Awesome! Best I seen!" "And he knows all the coolest words!" "Right Sheep?" "Spadoodle!" "Ha! Yeah hear that?"
"Guys! Let's get on with our game alright?" "We are team spadoodle? Right sheep?!" "Pokadoodle!" "Alright I will pick...Moe!" "And I will pick..."
LATER:
"Alright guys now I will give you all rackets and shuttles." Said Sam. "Do we hit each other with the rackets or do we hit the shuttles in the air to the other persons head?" "No you use the court net behind you." "Oh!"
"You know what this calls for?" said Larry "What?" they said.
"A Soul Calibur II Tournament!!!" Larry said
"Guys! Come back!" "Guys?!"
Entry seven
Joe died. Bill gone off to get new wraith.
So sad, Sam (second)
Entryeight
Dear diary, New wraith's a midget.
Some 8 year old by the name of Patrick. His new nickname is Sheep. We call him that because he doesn't talk a lot. He'll get used to it. Maybe he's just not used to the fact he's dead. And that he's going to work for the dark lord. And going around on dragon back terrorizing towns. Or murdering and torturing innocent people. Which I wonder?
I wonder, Sam (second)
Entrynine
Dear diary,
I am deeply considering teaching the guys a new sport. This is to distract them from the unfortunate loss of Joe. All that is now left is to dig up those old badminton rackets the orcs threw away in the storage room because they didn't enjoy the sport. I will gather them all up and we will meet in the gym at 3:00. See ya there!
3:00, Sam (second)
REALITY
"Alright boys! Roll Call!" said Sam (me). "First! " (Moe) "Second! "(Me) "Third! "(Will) "Um... fourth?.." (Sheep) "Fifth!" (Larry) "Sixth!" (Terry) "Seventh! "(Fred) "Eighth! "(Ted) "Ninth! "(Ed)
"First we split ourselves into teams!" "Dude! Nines a odd number!" "But Sheep's a midget." "Doesn't matter!!!" "I'm sure he's just as good a player." "As if!"
"GUYS!" "Alright! Larry, Terry you are the captains, each of you pick a person one at a time!" "I pick Sheep!" "Why?" "Cause he the coolest!" "Sheep?" "You should watch him play soul calibur II!" "He good?" "Awesome! Best I seen!" "And he knows all the coolest words!" "Right Sheep?" "Spadoodle!" "Ha! Yeah hear that?"
"Guys! Let's get on with our game alright?" "We are team spadoodle? Right sheep?!" "Pokadoodle!" "Alright I will pick...Moe!" "And I will pick..."
LATER:
"Alright guys now I will give you all rackets and shuttles." Said Sam. "Do we hit each other with the rackets or do we hit the shuttles in the air to the other persons head?" "No you use the court net behind you." "Oh!"
"You know what this calls for?" said Larry "What?" they said.
"A Soul Calibur II Tournament!!!" Larry said
"Guys! Come back!" "Guys?!"