Please disregard the following paragraph:
Sorry I haven't put up a chapter in ages. School is taking up every second and I'm not really involved in this fic. I don't like it at all to be completely honest. But I'll trudge on. Please please please give suggestions as am not bothered to think for myself, it really gets rather dull if I think of everything. Which I don't, you'll be lucky to get one though outta me in a day. I'm rambling. I always do when I'm sick, or tired, or annoyed, or happy, or depressed.wait.no, I always ramble. Well, if you don't like it, why are you reading my fic????? Get out, I don't deserve your company you un-rambling, rambling-intolerant being. I should really write this fic now. You should really read it now. Stop reading these ramblings and read the fic. Oh yeah, and don't forget to flame! :p
Sorry, it's only short, and don't wait for the next chapter, I probably wont write it in ages. And when I do it'll probably be really crap.
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Please regard the following paragraph as may be useful if seeking the next chapter of this fic:
To Sauron the Old and Foolish
I really recommend a makeover. A new look. It's just that you mentioned you eye. Which I guess is you. Just when I got over the last time I saw the eye, you go and mention it again and bring back memories. It is not remotely scary, but makes me shudder all the same. The fact is, and I am being quite blunt, that you are really really really ugly, and the eye thing is not a good look, I mean, how old is it? It's not in the mode, it's rather pathetic, and it's embarrassing when people are like 'oh, you're the brother of the eye guy, yeah, the really disgusting eye that looks everywhere and freaks out little men carrying jewellery'. It's really not nice.
I choose to ignore the comments made about my past failure. They were just attempts, and I do not cry. This time I cannot fail, and I'll kill that little child who keeps, so annoyingly, refusing to die.
I hope you look better for your v-day party; you'll scare away all the guests.
From Voldemort the Sooner to be Embodied, He-Who-Will-Not-Fail
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To Voldemort the Grotesquely Ugly and Pathetic
I will not get a new look until I am embodied. Though I thank you for your concern of my welfare. It is rather pathetic though, that you are known only by association. You inspire fear only through who your brother is. It is really quite sad, very sad. Sure, I've had longer to establish a name for myself, but by the way you were raving on when you were 'in power' I'd think you were the supreme ruler of your universe. I begin to doubt everything you once claimed as your own.
I also despise your comment made, directed towards my disembodied appearance. As if you can talk. He-who-wanders-around-looking-like-a- snake. I also reject your claim that I am pathetic. Really, is that fair? I, after all, do not have to share bodies with pathetic servants and drink blood to keep myself alive. I also do not throw away chances to become embodied and live forever lightly. There must be an excess of embodiment opportunities in your 'earth', to keep you satisfied. I am really startled that you haven't regained what little power you had, and that, in your vain attempts, someone, especially a small cocky boy in the possession of a rather useful scar, hasn't completely destroyed you.
I must go retrieve what was mine in the way of jewellery, recover my body, dominate the whole of middle earth and prepare for my v-day party. It's really not easy being a Dark Lord, but then again, you wouldn't know.
From Sauron, he-who-doesn't-need-a-title
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I don't see where this is going, so if you know please tell me. And don't get annoyed if this does go nowhere fast, because it will, but I'll enjoy getting scorched from all the flaming.
Sorry I haven't put up a chapter in ages. School is taking up every second and I'm not really involved in this fic. I don't like it at all to be completely honest. But I'll trudge on. Please please please give suggestions as am not bothered to think for myself, it really gets rather dull if I think of everything. Which I don't, you'll be lucky to get one though outta me in a day. I'm rambling. I always do when I'm sick, or tired, or annoyed, or happy, or depressed.wait.no, I always ramble. Well, if you don't like it, why are you reading my fic????? Get out, I don't deserve your company you un-rambling, rambling-intolerant being. I should really write this fic now. You should really read it now. Stop reading these ramblings and read the fic. Oh yeah, and don't forget to flame! :p
Sorry, it's only short, and don't wait for the next chapter, I probably wont write it in ages. And when I do it'll probably be really crap.
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Please regard the following paragraph as may be useful if seeking the next chapter of this fic:
To Sauron the Old and Foolish
I really recommend a makeover. A new look. It's just that you mentioned you eye. Which I guess is you. Just when I got over the last time I saw the eye, you go and mention it again and bring back memories. It is not remotely scary, but makes me shudder all the same. The fact is, and I am being quite blunt, that you are really really really ugly, and the eye thing is not a good look, I mean, how old is it? It's not in the mode, it's rather pathetic, and it's embarrassing when people are like 'oh, you're the brother of the eye guy, yeah, the really disgusting eye that looks everywhere and freaks out little men carrying jewellery'. It's really not nice.
I choose to ignore the comments made about my past failure. They were just attempts, and I do not cry. This time I cannot fail, and I'll kill that little child who keeps, so annoyingly, refusing to die.
I hope you look better for your v-day party; you'll scare away all the guests.
From Voldemort the Sooner to be Embodied, He-Who-Will-Not-Fail
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To Voldemort the Grotesquely Ugly and Pathetic
I will not get a new look until I am embodied. Though I thank you for your concern of my welfare. It is rather pathetic though, that you are known only by association. You inspire fear only through who your brother is. It is really quite sad, very sad. Sure, I've had longer to establish a name for myself, but by the way you were raving on when you were 'in power' I'd think you were the supreme ruler of your universe. I begin to doubt everything you once claimed as your own.
I also despise your comment made, directed towards my disembodied appearance. As if you can talk. He-who-wanders-around-looking-like-a- snake. I also reject your claim that I am pathetic. Really, is that fair? I, after all, do not have to share bodies with pathetic servants and drink blood to keep myself alive. I also do not throw away chances to become embodied and live forever lightly. There must be an excess of embodiment opportunities in your 'earth', to keep you satisfied. I am really startled that you haven't regained what little power you had, and that, in your vain attempts, someone, especially a small cocky boy in the possession of a rather useful scar, hasn't completely destroyed you.
I must go retrieve what was mine in the way of jewellery, recover my body, dominate the whole of middle earth and prepare for my v-day party. It's really not easy being a Dark Lord, but then again, you wouldn't know.
From Sauron, he-who-doesn't-need-a-title
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I don't see where this is going, so if you know please tell me. And don't get annoyed if this does go nowhere fast, because it will, but I'll enjoy getting scorched from all the flaming.