We must stop the invasion... There are only a few people on the earth sphere
who have the skills and capabilites that we are interested in... I myself have
found it near impossible to find the majority of those on the list, but there
are still the five that have saved us all before..."
"But sir, aren't they all addicted to one seemingly harmless household substance
or another?" This came from another man in the shadows, one who you could tell
was in reality a janitor who somehow ended up with knowledge that was crucial
to the survival of those in the colonies as well as those in the earth sphere.
Others began to comment on this most interesting fact, but they were interupted
by the voice of the one who seemed to be in command.
"Silence!! Order!! Whatever the judges say on those cheezy law shows!! I
have come to a decision which, with or without any of your support whatsoever,
will be carried out! Does everyone understand that!" The silence that followed
was punctuated by a snore coming from the back of the conference room. And then
there were two.
"Fine... I really dont give a darn tootin' cent for what you all think! I don't
care that you are the world's leaders, the most intelligent of the bunch... I
am the President of the confederation of the America's and what I say is law!
Is it not, Spock?" The earth sphere's only living resident Vulcan stepped foreward
and gave the peace sign. Because of his vast intelligence, he was put under
heavy sedation and was not allowed to speak, which meant that he was always
nodding. People took this for a sign that meant yes, seeing as they all thought
silence showed intelligence.
The leaders of the colonies and the earth sphere sifted out of the room,
eventually leaving the leader of the America's and Spock alone.
"Thank god... I thought that I would never be able to convince them to aggree to
my decision!" Latex skin began to peel off of the creature at the back of its
neck. It began to tug gently at it, then eventually eased it off of the shiny
blue skin beneath.
"The Gundam pilots don't stand a chance against my vast army! They never will have
the power to resist their delightfully light fruity taste! Mwahahah!!" The creature
turned out to be the leader of the freezy pop invasion, the one named by his icy
companions the 'Blue Crusher'. Not to be confused with Beverly Crusher. {you do
have star trek on the brain, don't you?}(If you'd seen nemesis less than a week
ago, you would too!!){well then write a Star Trek fic!!}(good idea...thx!){darn}
*****************************************************************************
Meanwhile, on one of the many highways of North America (this story is set
in North America, and no where else... mwahaha...), Wu-fei was attempting
to catch a ride by means of hitch-hiking. He was quite bad at it in the
first place, seeing as he had never had the need to do such a thing before,
but he scared away many of the people who would have given him a ride with
the ghostly arrow lodged in his head. Because the arrow was a gag arrow,
he felt no pain but it did look almost the same as a real phantom arrow sticking
through a bunch of his grey cells.
"Man, this truly is injustice!" Wu-fei realized that the gag arrow was on
his head and attempted to take it off. He became quite frustrated early on
because anything made by a ghost and put on a living being by a ghost can
apparently only be taken off by a ghost. It was quite convenient that one of
the dead bikers had become disoriented after being reanimated and happened
to wander into Wu's general vicinity.
"Oh... Would you be the fifth Gundam pilot which AWOLed from the battle between
your friends and the rest of my gang?" The ghost managed to strike a chord
with Wu-fei, because to him this comment implied that he abandoned his fellows.
A vein began to throb on his right temple as his eye twitched, but he thought
better of beating the astral shit out of the punk.
"Why yes, my friend," Wu-fei's voice was practically a whisper (way to go, you
brilliant narrator you...){thanks} as he responded to the biker dude. "Well,
since you are the only person in sight who could help me right now, would it
be possible for you to remove this gag arrow from my head? It seems to be
scaring all of the people who would ordinarily allow me to enter their car and
drive me to where I wished to go in the first place..." His voice grew as his
eye began to twitch frantically, far faster than the slow, irregular pace of
before.
At this, the ghost began to feel uneasy, but against his better judgement,
he stepped foreward to remove the gag arrow. He did so without sustaining any
damage, but as soon as the arrow had faded away, Wu-fei ran away laughing after
setting off a ghost busters ghost trap (come on, you know what that is!!){nice
plot device}.
The ghost biker moaned quietly as the red light of the device flashed. The ghost
was no more.
Wu-fei decided to hum while walking up the highway, "Who you gonna call? Ghost
Busters!! hahah...."{now you have ghost busters on the brain}(we share the brain,
mr. i inhabit the left half of the brain... keep out creativity!! so we share the
thoughts of ghost busterness...){again I say darn}
*****************************************************************************
The battle between the four remaining Gundam pilots began to heat up literally
after one of the author's lightning bolts hit the beloved 18 wheeler and set it
on fire. The effect was mezmerizing to all within a 1 mile radius as it exploded,
creating a miniature of a mushroom cloud.
"Pretty fire... heheheh." Quatre was still reeling from the effects of his overdose
on Blue Crushers minions as he stepped foreward towards the blazing author-made
bonfire.
"Quatre, NOOOOO!!" Trowa lunged forewards quite sloppily as he was being held on
to by a ghost biker which still had its body.
Quatre decided to randomly change directions as one who is very stoned tends to
do, thus saving himself from a fiery death while attempting to catch some of the
flames in his hands.
All breathed a sigh of relief, including the ghost bikers[they wanted revenge]
{who are you?}[the whole brain, both yourself, the left side of the brain, and
the right side of the brain... you might just call me sabre](deep man deep).
Those who were involved in the fight decided to take a rest from the exhausting
work and drink pop on the sides, where a pop dispenser had appeared.
"[Ok, breaks over! Get back to work...]" The Gundam pilots grudgingly turned back
to the sight of the fight (it rhymes!!), while the ghosts decided that their brief
stint as members of the undead should end. They popped out of existance leaving
the G team and the sleeping college boys to themselves.
"Ummmm... Mrs. Authoress.. Umm, Sabre? Why are we suddenly the G team? Sounds like
an even scantier version of the G string..." A nerdy college boy who happened not
to be passed out from the effects of alcohol asked Sabre, and cringed at the answer.
"[Because I didn't want to repeat the Gundam pilots again and again... It gets
repetitve and the readers may not like that... A scantier version of a G string, eh?
Wow, I never even thought of that... That could be a good fiction idea... Thanks, kid...
You are now promoted to the ranks of the popular, handsome, intelligent foot ball player.]"
As soon as this had been said, the boy died, because it is physically impossible in this
realm to have a intelligent foot ball player.
"[Oops...]" crickets could be heard over the softly snoring college students, and the gawking
Gundam Pilots.[an insider joke, dad if you're reading this :) ]
Without any delay, the four boys began to trek down the highway, and vowed that they would
stay at the nearest motel, no matter how cheap.
Somehow, they managed to rejoin paths and purposes with Wu-fei who had caught up with them.
Truth be told, they were in for a showdown at the motel Kazzoo.
*******************************************************************************************
both the spacing and the content get wierder each time, don't they? and the commentary...
wow. Isn't that intelligent football player thing funny? well, maybe my sense of humor is
totally wacked, but i thought it was genius.
§SabreFenyx§
who have the skills and capabilites that we are interested in... I myself have
found it near impossible to find the majority of those on the list, but there
are still the five that have saved us all before..."
"But sir, aren't they all addicted to one seemingly harmless household substance
or another?" This came from another man in the shadows, one who you could tell
was in reality a janitor who somehow ended up with knowledge that was crucial
to the survival of those in the colonies as well as those in the earth sphere.
Others began to comment on this most interesting fact, but they were interupted
by the voice of the one who seemed to be in command.
"Silence!! Order!! Whatever the judges say on those cheezy law shows!! I
have come to a decision which, with or without any of your support whatsoever,
will be carried out! Does everyone understand that!" The silence that followed
was punctuated by a snore coming from the back of the conference room. And then
there were two.
"Fine... I really dont give a darn tootin' cent for what you all think! I don't
care that you are the world's leaders, the most intelligent of the bunch... I
am the President of the confederation of the America's and what I say is law!
Is it not, Spock?" The earth sphere's only living resident Vulcan stepped foreward
and gave the peace sign. Because of his vast intelligence, he was put under
heavy sedation and was not allowed to speak, which meant that he was always
nodding. People took this for a sign that meant yes, seeing as they all thought
silence showed intelligence.
The leaders of the colonies and the earth sphere sifted out of the room,
eventually leaving the leader of the America's and Spock alone.
"Thank god... I thought that I would never be able to convince them to aggree to
my decision!" Latex skin began to peel off of the creature at the back of its
neck. It began to tug gently at it, then eventually eased it off of the shiny
blue skin beneath.
"The Gundam pilots don't stand a chance against my vast army! They never will have
the power to resist their delightfully light fruity taste! Mwahahah!!" The creature
turned out to be the leader of the freezy pop invasion, the one named by his icy
companions the 'Blue Crusher'. Not to be confused with Beverly Crusher. {you do
have star trek on the brain, don't you?}(If you'd seen nemesis less than a week
ago, you would too!!){well then write a Star Trek fic!!}(good idea...thx!){darn}
*****************************************************************************
Meanwhile, on one of the many highways of North America (this story is set
in North America, and no where else... mwahaha...), Wu-fei was attempting
to catch a ride by means of hitch-hiking. He was quite bad at it in the
first place, seeing as he had never had the need to do such a thing before,
but he scared away many of the people who would have given him a ride with
the ghostly arrow lodged in his head. Because the arrow was a gag arrow,
he felt no pain but it did look almost the same as a real phantom arrow sticking
through a bunch of his grey cells.
"Man, this truly is injustice!" Wu-fei realized that the gag arrow was on
his head and attempted to take it off. He became quite frustrated early on
because anything made by a ghost and put on a living being by a ghost can
apparently only be taken off by a ghost. It was quite convenient that one of
the dead bikers had become disoriented after being reanimated and happened
to wander into Wu's general vicinity.
"Oh... Would you be the fifth Gundam pilot which AWOLed from the battle between
your friends and the rest of my gang?" The ghost managed to strike a chord
with Wu-fei, because to him this comment implied that he abandoned his fellows.
A vein began to throb on his right temple as his eye twitched, but he thought
better of beating the astral shit out of the punk.
"Why yes, my friend," Wu-fei's voice was practically a whisper (way to go, you
brilliant narrator you...){thanks} as he responded to the biker dude. "Well,
since you are the only person in sight who could help me right now, would it
be possible for you to remove this gag arrow from my head? It seems to be
scaring all of the people who would ordinarily allow me to enter their car and
drive me to where I wished to go in the first place..." His voice grew as his
eye began to twitch frantically, far faster than the slow, irregular pace of
before.
At this, the ghost began to feel uneasy, but against his better judgement,
he stepped foreward to remove the gag arrow. He did so without sustaining any
damage, but as soon as the arrow had faded away, Wu-fei ran away laughing after
setting off a ghost busters ghost trap (come on, you know what that is!!){nice
plot device}.
The ghost biker moaned quietly as the red light of the device flashed. The ghost
was no more.
Wu-fei decided to hum while walking up the highway, "Who you gonna call? Ghost
Busters!! hahah...."{now you have ghost busters on the brain}(we share the brain,
mr. i inhabit the left half of the brain... keep out creativity!! so we share the
thoughts of ghost busterness...){again I say darn}
*****************************************************************************
The battle between the four remaining Gundam pilots began to heat up literally
after one of the author's lightning bolts hit the beloved 18 wheeler and set it
on fire. The effect was mezmerizing to all within a 1 mile radius as it exploded,
creating a miniature of a mushroom cloud.
"Pretty fire... heheheh." Quatre was still reeling from the effects of his overdose
on Blue Crushers minions as he stepped foreward towards the blazing author-made
bonfire.
"Quatre, NOOOOO!!" Trowa lunged forewards quite sloppily as he was being held on
to by a ghost biker which still had its body.
Quatre decided to randomly change directions as one who is very stoned tends to
do, thus saving himself from a fiery death while attempting to catch some of the
flames in his hands.
All breathed a sigh of relief, including the ghost bikers[they wanted revenge]
{who are you?}[the whole brain, both yourself, the left side of the brain, and
the right side of the brain... you might just call me sabre](deep man deep).
Those who were involved in the fight decided to take a rest from the exhausting
work and drink pop on the sides, where a pop dispenser had appeared.
"[Ok, breaks over! Get back to work...]" The Gundam pilots grudgingly turned back
to the sight of the fight (it rhymes!!), while the ghosts decided that their brief
stint as members of the undead should end. They popped out of existance leaving
the G team and the sleeping college boys to themselves.
"Ummmm... Mrs. Authoress.. Umm, Sabre? Why are we suddenly the G team? Sounds like
an even scantier version of the G string..." A nerdy college boy who happened not
to be passed out from the effects of alcohol asked Sabre, and cringed at the answer.
"[Because I didn't want to repeat the Gundam pilots again and again... It gets
repetitve and the readers may not like that... A scantier version of a G string, eh?
Wow, I never even thought of that... That could be a good fiction idea... Thanks, kid...
You are now promoted to the ranks of the popular, handsome, intelligent foot ball player.]"
As soon as this had been said, the boy died, because it is physically impossible in this
realm to have a intelligent foot ball player.
"[Oops...]" crickets could be heard over the softly snoring college students, and the gawking
Gundam Pilots.[an insider joke, dad if you're reading this :) ]
Without any delay, the four boys began to trek down the highway, and vowed that they would
stay at the nearest motel, no matter how cheap.
Somehow, they managed to rejoin paths and purposes with Wu-fei who had caught up with them.
Truth be told, they were in for a showdown at the motel Kazzoo.
*******************************************************************************************
both the spacing and the content get wierder each time, don't they? and the commentary...
wow. Isn't that intelligent football player thing funny? well, maybe my sense of humor is
totally wacked, but i thought it was genius.
§SabreFenyx§