The Decision of Ludwig Von Koopa 3
By Ironfoot
Ludwig Von Koopa gazed at the broken material that lay before his doorstep. His eyes remained fixed upon the shattered object, his posture unmoving. He seemed to be an unmoving statue, with its mouth slightly ajar and its eyes gazing at that broken thing of sentimental value on the castle floor.
It was his favorite pen.
His most favorite pen, covered with various Pokemon characters, now laid smashed on the ground in utter destruction. He had bought that pen with his own allowance money. He had owned that pen. That pen was his and no one else's. That pen was of the personal property of Ludwig Von Koopa. The pen was copyrighted to Ludwig and all rights were reserved. Distribution of that pen had to go through Ludwig and Ludwig only, and there it laid on the ground, smashed into a million pieces like taking a water balloon mixed with elephant poop and smashing it into someone's face.
Ludwig continued to stare at his former pen in disbelief. A fly buzzed his onto arm, sucked off of Ludwig's blood and flew away. The fly did little for Ludwig however, and he continued to stare at his shattered pen. The sun was lowering in the sky, and darkness began to prowl within the chambers of Koopa Castle. Eerie sounds, not normally heard in daylight, echoed outside Ludwig's chamber. Suddenly, in a jerky movement of sorts, Ludwig's hands bolted to his head as if afraid. "MY PEN!" shouted the Koopa, his expression now turning into anger. "WENDY WILL SURELY PAY FOR THIS BLASPHEMY!" He raised a fist into the air, dramatically shouting, "REVENGE IS AT HAND!" He then marched off, looking a bit determined.
However, he stopped after taking his first step. Ludwig remembered that Wendy's room was on the other side of this hallway. Therefore, he would have to pass the room's of his siblings.
All of them.
The very thought of stepping near one of their doors disgusted him to no end. He knew that his siblings' rooms reeked of unintelligence and the filth of mass media. He knew that this wasn't going to be easy, but it had to be done. Ludwig straightened out his pants and continued onward down the hallway..
To be Continued.
Suggestions? Comments? Wendy-bashing? ^^
By Ironfoot
Ludwig Von Koopa gazed at the broken material that lay before his doorstep. His eyes remained fixed upon the shattered object, his posture unmoving. He seemed to be an unmoving statue, with its mouth slightly ajar and its eyes gazing at that broken thing of sentimental value on the castle floor.
It was his favorite pen.
His most favorite pen, covered with various Pokemon characters, now laid smashed on the ground in utter destruction. He had bought that pen with his own allowance money. He had owned that pen. That pen was his and no one else's. That pen was of the personal property of Ludwig Von Koopa. The pen was copyrighted to Ludwig and all rights were reserved. Distribution of that pen had to go through Ludwig and Ludwig only, and there it laid on the ground, smashed into a million pieces like taking a water balloon mixed with elephant poop and smashing it into someone's face.
Ludwig continued to stare at his former pen in disbelief. A fly buzzed his onto arm, sucked off of Ludwig's blood and flew away. The fly did little for Ludwig however, and he continued to stare at his shattered pen. The sun was lowering in the sky, and darkness began to prowl within the chambers of Koopa Castle. Eerie sounds, not normally heard in daylight, echoed outside Ludwig's chamber. Suddenly, in a jerky movement of sorts, Ludwig's hands bolted to his head as if afraid. "MY PEN!" shouted the Koopa, his expression now turning into anger. "WENDY WILL SURELY PAY FOR THIS BLASPHEMY!" He raised a fist into the air, dramatically shouting, "REVENGE IS AT HAND!" He then marched off, looking a bit determined.
However, he stopped after taking his first step. Ludwig remembered that Wendy's room was on the other side of this hallway. Therefore, he would have to pass the room's of his siblings.
All of them.
The very thought of stepping near one of their doors disgusted him to no end. He knew that his siblings' rooms reeked of unintelligence and the filth of mass media. He knew that this wasn't going to be easy, but it had to be done. Ludwig straightened out his pants and continued onward down the hallway..
To be Continued.
Suggestions? Comments? Wendy-bashing? ^^