Voldie Goes to Mordor
By: a lot of people. I don't think I know who's all written in this anymore.
We're working on getting more chapters up than reviews. Go us! We are soooo wicked. This part is by Maw/Kelly who has never read HP or LoTR, but tries anyway. Let us all spend a moment of silence for her. 'Kay that's enough. And she can't write a Scottish accent.
Part 5
Shifty Character: These characters have no lives... I'm shifting them out! *all characters aforementioned in Kristina's/Paw's/varda's writing are now banished for a little while*
Voldie: *head in hands* I try and try to give the personalities of these people a chance to reach the light and what do I get? Crap!! (a/n those two exclamation points are supposed to have an angry face with its tongue sticking out on them) *suddenly sees a Scottish man next to him, also in remorse* Weren't you banished with the others?
Super Scottish Man: No, laddie, I just can't believe I gut stock in dis story.
Voldie: *calms down* Yeah, I know. It makes you wonder who created it in the first place. *sighs* Well, I guess I should be on my way to Mordor. If I only knew the way...*starts walking in random road in intersection*
S.S. Man: Aye, I'd watch it. If ye go down that road, ye'll be in the sights of a dragon.
Voldie: *smiles as he rubs his fingers on his chin in Consideration* Oh, really...?
S. S. Man: Aye, lad. Ye best take care because the writer of dis story is in control of de dragon!
Voldie: *surprise* Is that the road that leads to Mordor, too?
S. S. Man: Aye.
Voldie: *contemplates* I think I know what I should do. The only way will get to Mordor is if I sabotage the story and take over the writers with by own two hands.
S. S. Man: *suddenly stands up* No! By God what are you thinking man! Ye better be quiet or de writer might do something to ya laddie!
Voldie: *frowns* Yes, I see your point. Still, I must get to Mordor!
S. S. Man: * concentrates in thought* Well, maybe if ye steal der writing utensils away. Dey won't be able to control the dragon.
Voldie: *increasing in excitement* And then I can use the utencils to write the rest of the story!
S. S. Man: *incredulous* Dat's ingenious.
Voldie: Yes, I know! And it can be done quickly! Will you halp me?
S. S. Man: Aye! I'm so seeck of bee'in on de good side. I need a vacaytion!
Voldie: Good! Shifty Character, will you help?
Shifty Character: *shifts weight in thought* (a/n What?! Kelly, eres una chica extaña.) Hmmm... okay. This time I'll shift your way.
Random Pencil: *appears*
Random Pen: *appears*
PHSRCRRM: *appears*
Voldie: Yes, the keys to victory!
Random Pencil: What?!
Random Pen: Where?!
PHSRCRRM: Me?!
S. S. Man: Quick! Git dem!!!!
Random Pencil: AHHH! It's mutiny!
Random Pen: Quick! Run!
PHRCRRM: Let's get out of here!
*all three try to run, which is difficult because they have no feet*
Voldie: *motions to S. S. Man* Quick, AFTER THEM!
*chase after them*
Shifty Character: Man, I should get paid for this serious.
**
Alright... Um, that was fun. I'm going to start telling you who wrote each part, kay? Sounds good enough to me.
By: a lot of people. I don't think I know who's all written in this anymore.
We're working on getting more chapters up than reviews. Go us! We are soooo wicked. This part is by Maw/Kelly who has never read HP or LoTR, but tries anyway. Let us all spend a moment of silence for her. 'Kay that's enough. And she can't write a Scottish accent.
Part 5
Shifty Character: These characters have no lives... I'm shifting them out! *all characters aforementioned in Kristina's/Paw's/varda's writing are now banished for a little while*
Voldie: *head in hands* I try and try to give the personalities of these people a chance to reach the light and what do I get? Crap!! (a/n those two exclamation points are supposed to have an angry face with its tongue sticking out on them) *suddenly sees a Scottish man next to him, also in remorse* Weren't you banished with the others?
Super Scottish Man: No, laddie, I just can't believe I gut stock in dis story.
Voldie: *calms down* Yeah, I know. It makes you wonder who created it in the first place. *sighs* Well, I guess I should be on my way to Mordor. If I only knew the way...*starts walking in random road in intersection*
S.S. Man: Aye, I'd watch it. If ye go down that road, ye'll be in the sights of a dragon.
Voldie: *smiles as he rubs his fingers on his chin in Consideration* Oh, really...?
S. S. Man: Aye, lad. Ye best take care because the writer of dis story is in control of de dragon!
Voldie: *surprise* Is that the road that leads to Mordor, too?
S. S. Man: Aye.
Voldie: *contemplates* I think I know what I should do. The only way will get to Mordor is if I sabotage the story and take over the writers with by own two hands.
S. S. Man: *suddenly stands up* No! By God what are you thinking man! Ye better be quiet or de writer might do something to ya laddie!
Voldie: *frowns* Yes, I see your point. Still, I must get to Mordor!
S. S. Man: * concentrates in thought* Well, maybe if ye steal der writing utensils away. Dey won't be able to control the dragon.
Voldie: *increasing in excitement* And then I can use the utencils to write the rest of the story!
S. S. Man: *incredulous* Dat's ingenious.
Voldie: Yes, I know! And it can be done quickly! Will you halp me?
S. S. Man: Aye! I'm so seeck of bee'in on de good side. I need a vacaytion!
Voldie: Good! Shifty Character, will you help?
Shifty Character: *shifts weight in thought* (a/n What?! Kelly, eres una chica extaña.) Hmmm... okay. This time I'll shift your way.
Random Pencil: *appears*
Random Pen: *appears*
PHSRCRRM: *appears*
Voldie: Yes, the keys to victory!
Random Pencil: What?!
Random Pen: Where?!
PHSRCRRM: Me?!
S. S. Man: Quick! Git dem!!!!
Random Pencil: AHHH! It's mutiny!
Random Pen: Quick! Run!
PHRCRRM: Let's get out of here!
*all three try to run, which is difficult because they have no feet*
Voldie: *motions to S. S. Man* Quick, AFTER THEM!
*chase after them*
Shifty Character: Man, I should get paid for this serious.
**
Alright... Um, that was fun. I'm going to start telling you who wrote each part, kay? Sounds good enough to me.