The curse of the thing
By Icy and J
A/N: Okay… this is the first time we're writing again in months. Might not be a good thing… Since writing is the only reason for Icy to even talk to me. –J
……-Icy
See?! See?! -J
The Curse of the Thing
As told by Horohoro
When young Supremely Magnificent Snowboarding Star, Horohoro agreed to go on the cyborg-killing mission deep in the heart of the Land on the Stolen Koropokoro, he had no idea of the terror that would befall him on that fateful night.
Led by world-famous cyborg-hunter, Yoh Ren Prirka the Feared, the group had traveled by this really cool rocket with a wicked-bad cannon to the deepest part of the planet Koropokoro to find the chrome-domed RX42 and kill it. Coming around a bend, Horohoro spied an old man in a hovercraft. "Stay away from the Bubbling Butt Cave, for it is the home of the Bubbling Butt Monster." Horohoro had heard this myth. Long ago, this dude with a really small butt had been shoved in this butt biggification machine by a rival guy with a normal butt. Before he died, he swore his ghost would seek vengeance. Anyone he caught would get his butt biggified until it exploded. But Horohoro couldn't worry about this. To find the chrome-domed RX42 they had to go to the Bubbling Butt Cave. As they left, they could hear the old man mutter, "You're gonna end up with one exploded butt."
Because members of the group were scared, Pirika the Feared agreed to sit up all night with his gun. "See you tomorrow", he joked, "No ifs, ands or butts!" Later that night, young Horohoro was awoken by gunshots followed by a hideous scream. He ran to the spot where Pirika the Feared had been. Instead he found his melted plasma ray and a pair of tightie-whities with the back ripped open.
"You call THAT a story?!" Ren snorted as Horohoro proudly folded the sheet of paper back into his pocket. With the look on his face, you would have thought he ha just won the lottery.
In actual fact, the shaman king gang were all gathered in the Asakura living room for a reason. Manta stood atop a stool twice his size, giving out sheets of paper and a purplish assortment of pens.
"It's a fill-in-the-blanks." He explained. "Just write in whatever you want to get your story across! It's fairly simple."
"Why 'the curse of the thing'?!" Anna yawned. "Can't it be 'the wife of the shaman king'?"
"I LIKE purple…" Faust sighed, twiddling the pen around his fingers.
Ren rolled his eyes. "You worthless people have no idea how to write a truly fantastic story." He said, scribbling the last bits on his piece of paper. "Watch and weep, fools…"
The Curse of the Thing
As told by Tao Ren
When young Overly powerful big-shot Ren agreed to go on the dad-annihilation ego trip deep in the heart of Ren Land, he had no idea of the terror that would befall him on that fateful night.
Led by world-famous Clone of Ren, the group had traveled by a big dragon with PaPa's head on it to the deepest part of Ren Island to find the evil PaPa. Coming around a bend, Overly powerful big-shot Ren spied an old man with an old beard. "Stay away from the cows, for it is the home of the evil gas methane." Overly powerful big-shot Ren had heard this myth. Long ago, cow with an elongated behind had been overfed by a rival mutant cow. Before he died, he swore his ghost would seek vengeance. Anyone he caught would die of methan poisoning. But Overly powerful big-shot Ren couldn't worry about this. To find the evil PaPa they had to go to the cows. As they left, they could hear the old man mutter, "Nyahahahahahahaha."
Because members of the group were scared, Clone of Ren agreed to sit up all night with his gun. "I am powerful", he joked, "Very powerful." Later that night, young Overly powerful big-shot Ren was awoken by gunshots followed by a hideous scream. He ran to the spot where Clone of Ren had been. Instead he found his powerful sword and a can of 'muscle-grow'.
"I LIKE purple…"
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" Ren hollered straight into the doctor's ear.
"I LIKE purple…"
"Maybe we should take a look at Yoh's…" Manta suggested. Everyone turned their attention to the shaman who had all along been scribbling away non-stop in his own little corner.
Yoh looked up from his parchment, a big soddy sickly sadistic grin plastered in his face. Someone fainted from across the room.
He slowly got to his feet, his eyes seemingly shaded from view. "You… Want to hear my story…"
~TBC~
A/N: Argh… Finally over. We don't know if all the little details in the font we carefully administered have stayed there… Please R&R… We need at least 5, since we know that this is a truly horribly written story.