English writing folio piece no. 2
by Chipolata
Chip: Hello. This is the second piece of writing I've done for English. It's just as weird as the first. If my teacher ever reads my book she's gonna have a fit with all the quick fanfics in there. I wonder if I can write a fanfic for my SAT?
Impmon: Probably not. That's using copyrighted material. By the way, Chip don't own--
Chip: Shhhh! If you do the disclaimer now you'll give away the ending!
Impmon: But...!
Chip: Do it at the end. Anyway, on with the story!
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Goku and Vegeta faced off, glaring at each other. The tension was so thick you needed a butcher's knife to cut it.
This battle was the decider. Who was better? Who had the best training techniques? Who had the better eye for strategy?
Vegeta smirked, sizing up his opponent. Which attack would suit? Start with something small, or use the big guns first?
Goku was thinking the same thing. Vegeta was notorious for the 'small yet powerful' approach and was often underestimated. Gokku wouldn't make the same mistake.
They held the small, palm-sized balls by their waist. Waiting for the other to make the first move.
The young man with the flags had announced the start of the match long ago.
Suddenly, Vegeta threw his ball into the center of the arena, where it promptly exploded in a flash of light.
"Onix, I choose you." he sneered.
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Chip: Ha! Who saw that coming? C'mon, admit it, no-one did!
Impmon: Someone who knew you could've.
Chip: Nope, not even my sister saw the Pokemon bit coming.
Impmon: Can I say it now?
Chip: What? Oh, yeah, go ahead. I don't want to get sued.
Impmon: Chip don't own DBZ or Pokemon.
Chip: Thanks Impmon. Please review everyone!
Impmon: Or not. It's optional, don't you know.
Chip: Hey!
by Chipolata
Chip: Hello. This is the second piece of writing I've done for English. It's just as weird as the first. If my teacher ever reads my book she's gonna have a fit with all the quick fanfics in there. I wonder if I can write a fanfic for my SAT?
Impmon: Probably not. That's using copyrighted material. By the way, Chip don't own--
Chip: Shhhh! If you do the disclaimer now you'll give away the ending!
Impmon: But...!
Chip: Do it at the end. Anyway, on with the story!
_______________________________________________________________________
Goku and Vegeta faced off, glaring at each other. The tension was so thick you needed a butcher's knife to cut it.
This battle was the decider. Who was better? Who had the best training techniques? Who had the better eye for strategy?
Vegeta smirked, sizing up his opponent. Which attack would suit? Start with something small, or use the big guns first?
Goku was thinking the same thing. Vegeta was notorious for the 'small yet powerful' approach and was often underestimated. Gokku wouldn't make the same mistake.
They held the small, palm-sized balls by their waist. Waiting for the other to make the first move.
The young man with the flags had announced the start of the match long ago.
Suddenly, Vegeta threw his ball into the center of the arena, where it promptly exploded in a flash of light.
"Onix, I choose you." he sneered.
_______________________________________________________________________
Chip: Ha! Who saw that coming? C'mon, admit it, no-one did!
Impmon: Someone who knew you could've.
Chip: Nope, not even my sister saw the Pokemon bit coming.
Impmon: Can I say it now?
Chip: What? Oh, yeah, go ahead. I don't want to get sued.
Impmon: Chip don't own DBZ or Pokemon.
Chip: Thanks Impmon. Please review everyone!
Impmon: Or not. It's optional, don't you know.
Chip: Hey!