AN: Faecal matter up propellers, Oh Kay! Pervertet Suicide: I won't be up to date up the hill me good reviewing!
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The next day I woke up in my box'o'corpses. I put on a black miniskirt that was all ripped around the end and a robe of the evil arch-mage +3 with red skulls all over it and high heeled beetles that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two Mjöllnir in my ears. I spray-painted my black hair black.
In the Great Hall, I ate some Duke Death cereal with milk instead of blood, and a gless of fresh moo-moo-juice. Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the milk spilled over my robe.
"Bastard!!" I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I locked up cause I was looking into the corpse-paint face of a black metal boy with long black hair without red streaks in it. He was wearing so much panda-make-up that I was going down on him face and he was wearing black lipstick. He didn't have glasses anymore and now he was wearing red contact lenses just like Dragon did in my memory and there was no scar on his forehead anymore. He had a manly stubble on his chan. He had a sexy Norwegian accent, yet I did not know cuz he did not talk to me yet. He looked exactly like Count Grishnackh. He was so sexy my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like when women get wet only I'm a boy so that didn' happen you sicko.
"I'm not sorry." he said in an evil voice.
"That's all right. What's your name?" I questioned.
"My name's Harry Potter (He tranferd to Pigpimple so stop incinerating), although most people call me Tanar'ri these days." he crumbled.
"Why?" I exclaimed.
"Because I love to fukken play D&D!" he GIGGLED!!
"Well, I AM a game master!" I confessed.
"Really?" he whimpered.
"Yeah." I roared.
We sat down to talk for a while. He rolled a twenty on his charisma roll. Then Dragon came behind me and told me he had a surprise for me so I went away with him.