An Irken's ransom

(A/N: [Standard discalimer]. OK, now that that's out of the way, I will need people to help in
the investigation of the invader-napping. PLEASE read the first chapter BEFORE you sign up.)

Chapter I: The ransom notice

Friday, October 11, 2002 11:00 AM
Inbox for InvaderRaan@yahoo.com

From / Subject / Date / Time
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NumberOne@nick.com / Zim's Ransom / 10\11\02 / 9:00 AM



"What the..." I said as I opened the mail.
The mail read:
Raan,
If you want to see Zim alive,
bring $5,000,000 to the Nick studios
in Orlando, Florida.

Number One

"I'm gonna need some help for this."

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Anyone who wants to help, sign up by September 10.

I need these things:
Name(for unsigned reviews; for signed reviews if you want a diffrent name than what you're
listed as)
Age
Sex
Race
Description(Height, weight, hair/antanne style, eye color, and level of insanity[1-10])
object(s)

For Example:
Name: Invader Raan
Age: Earth; 15, Irk;160
Sex: Male
Race: Irken
Description: 5'7", 125 lb., Human form: Mussed, black hair, Hazel eyes, "I EAT FOOD" cap,
white shirt with sayings from the show on the front, and misc. Jhonen stuff on the back,
Regular denim jeans, Dib-esque trenchcoat, size 10 army boots. Irken form: 6' antennae bent at
4', Reddish-orange eyes, the same clothes as above. Needs a straitjacket
Objects: Taurus .38 revolver, handcuffs, M-4 rifle.