Jen: Why is this bolded, in italics, and underlined? And why are we in a Ranch?
Emily: The author of this story needed to straighten things out a bit. This ranch is now known as the "Rant Ranch" or the place we go while the author is sleeping. She is human, she needs to sleep.
Jen: Why are we ranting?
Emily: Because the author needs to get things known.
Jen: Okay.
Emily: Jen, why are you amused by such simple things?
Jen: *shrugs*
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Jen: I'd like to start off with a few things. Okay, the author is deeply grateful to TasteLikeFailure and to ChuChuMarshmallow for helping her make up her mind and to take Thunder off and fix it around a bit. She wasn't sure if she should add it or not, and decided to anyways. Apparently, asking people who know and like her if a story is good or not is not a good idea. If she is having difficulty with knowing if she should add a story or not, she shall go to them. Get used to it you two. And please, to those who absoulutly hate her stories, tell her. Tell the truth, she will gladly accept it. After all, it is hard to get angry at someone who is voiceing their opinion. Good Canadian girl, eh?
Emily: And to those who hate her because they know her and want to crush her wierd and demented spirit, she will harm you. That's a threat, don't take it to hard, but her anger is quite scary.
Jen: Okay, and if you liked her stories at the beggining, but hate it because she killed a Hunter or some other special infected, or, let's say, charecter -it's the author, she kills people who she deems need to be killed in stories- please do not over react. If you have an issue with her killing off special infected, or any infected, how do you play Left 4 Dead? You are supposed to kill them, it's all part of the game.
Emily: Haha. Hm, oh sorry, watching Youtube. Uh... back to you Jen!
Jen: *Roll's eyes* We get Youtube in the Rant Ranch? Weird. Anywho, the author hates it when people talk like the are on MSN. And for the example I shall use is actually what she recieved. Tell me if you had a hard time understanding what this person is saying.
o hay im desi nd i thnk ur fic is rlly godd i do l4d with my frnds online nd
wen i ** to look 4 fics to the huntre is my fav evr he so sexxi
so my frnd tld me abootu th screemer nd i thot of that wen i saw eth casue she
got th estr8t jaket lik th screemer nd i thot itw as kool tht she had it to so
imma reda tha rest now kbye RITE MORE lol jkjk but ya rite mroe
And
Y DI DU KILL THA HUNTR HE WASTH ONLKOOLINFE CTED THER ND THTSTOPID BITHC
KLLEDHIM I H8 U!
Please do not write like that. It gives the author headaches. If you want to write like that, go do it somewheres else.
Emily: Jen, everything gives the author headaches. Even the sun.
Jen: So? She perfers the night over the day. I agree with her.
Emily: And on a completely-
Emilia: *Poof's in randomly* Hi Emily and Jen!
Emily: Emilia, you're not a zombie, what are you doing here?
Emilia: I'm a vampire. Emily! I need your frying pan's!
Emily: Uh, why?
Emilia: I need to hit some people over the head with them.
Emily: Okay. *Hands frying pan's to Emilia*
Jen: To finish off what Emily was saying, on a completely side note, please stop flaming Homosexuals. Love is love, no matter if you like the same gender, both genders, or the opposite gender, just stop picking on them. They're only human, they aren't perfect, so, please stop picking on them.
Emily: *Nods*
Emilia: *Poof's back in* Thanks Emily, here are your frying pans. *Chucks frying pans at Emily* Hey Emily, do you have ice-cream?
Emily: No.
Emilia: *Turns around* Jen?
Jen: MY ICE-CREAM!
Emilia & Emily: Jen, share.
Jen: Fine. *Hand's spoons to Emilia and Emily* And that wraps up the Rant Ranch.
Emily: But beware. We will be back if we need to rant.
Jen: Yep! Emilia, who's head's did you bash in?
Emilia: I'm not telling.
Jen: Tell me!
Emilia: *Look's at Emily, who nods* Jen, look at what I have! *Start's shakeing keys*
Jen: Oh, My, Godcrakers! It makes me laugh oh so hard. *Fall's to ground giggling like an idiot and clutching side*
Emily: Oh, and if you want your O.C's to be in this story - why, we don't know - be prepared for them to be twisted up so much that you won't be able to recognise them! Bye now!
