Oh, Jesus, guys! I have a writer's block, lo and behold, HELP ME!!!!!!
*sobs* this is horrible news for me! Writing is my soul, this is all I
do!!!!!! Everyday!!!!!..except for eating.. playing video/computer games,
chatting online, talking on the phone, blowing my eardrums out with my
music, oh and-Ow!! Michael!!!!!!
Michael: *sweatdrop* this isn't supposed to revolve around your pitiful life, you fucking idiot!!! Explain to your readers that you have a writer's block and you need their help and for them to email you so we're not stuck in limbo!
Raphael: *snort* readers..that was a good one.
Michael: *grins broadly* I know!!!!!! Wasn't it? It was my best one yet.
Kairos: You fuckers! Shut the hell up! Both of you!
Writer: ...They're insulting me, my God, I write what they should say, and they insult me. ( Baffled. How can this be happening? There must be something wrong!!! *furiously starts to take apart her computer*
R&M&K: EEEEKKKK!!!!!!!! Wait! Say what you have to say first before you fuck up your computer once again!
Writer: *blush* right. *ahem* You see, my beloved readers-
R&M&K: *snort..gagging on forced down laughter*
Writer: *glare* --I am having some technical difficulties. As you can see. It's been a while since I've posted this story, that I USED to be proud of-
M&K: Hey!!!! This is an outrage! I can't believe you would fucking insult us like this, after all those fucked up scenes we had to go through after you thought all your OTHER pages were bullshit and erased them like frickin' FIFTY times!!!!!!!
Writer: *scream, fluster, panic* Don't say that! Shaddup!!!!! Baka Yaro's, all of you! *goes into a series of cuss words that they can not catch*
Raphael: ...She was PROUD of this shit? No..you're kidding! She was drunk, right? She had to be drunk.
Writer: *collapses and goes into a seizure*
Michael: Nice job, dumbass, you killed our writer.
Kairos: She couldn't have been drunk.. she's under aged, isn't she?
Michael: Who knows? Do you think she's stupid? I think she's stupid. Our writer is stupid.
Raphael: I think it's just you.
Michael: IRON PUNCH TO THE FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Raphael: #_# itaii...
Kairos: *sweatdrop, begins to fan the writer*
Writer: ..wha???? What's happening??
Kairos: Just wrap this stupid thing up, for God's sake!
Writer: Right. I have a writer's block-
Raphael: -_-; You've already said that.
Writer: And if you keep interrupting me I'll get past that point!!!! .. I need your help folks. So please, review or email with ideas. Please, ppl. I'm begging you. I can't stand the fact that this story is just staring at me blankly, yearning to be written in, but I don't have anything for it! *wails*
R&M&K: *plugs ears* CRAP!!!!!!! *carries writer off while waving*
((Please, PLEASE, help me out.))
Michael: *sweatdrop* this isn't supposed to revolve around your pitiful life, you fucking idiot!!! Explain to your readers that you have a writer's block and you need their help and for them to email you so we're not stuck in limbo!
Raphael: *snort* readers..that was a good one.
Michael: *grins broadly* I know!!!!!! Wasn't it? It was my best one yet.
Kairos: You fuckers! Shut the hell up! Both of you!
Writer: ...They're insulting me, my God, I write what they should say, and they insult me. ( Baffled. How can this be happening? There must be something wrong!!! *furiously starts to take apart her computer*
R&M&K: EEEEKKKK!!!!!!!! Wait! Say what you have to say first before you fuck up your computer once again!
Writer: *blush* right. *ahem* You see, my beloved readers-
R&M&K: *snort..gagging on forced down laughter*
Writer: *glare* --I am having some technical difficulties. As you can see. It's been a while since I've posted this story, that I USED to be proud of-
M&K: Hey!!!! This is an outrage! I can't believe you would fucking insult us like this, after all those fucked up scenes we had to go through after you thought all your OTHER pages were bullshit and erased them like frickin' FIFTY times!!!!!!!
Writer: *scream, fluster, panic* Don't say that! Shaddup!!!!! Baka Yaro's, all of you! *goes into a series of cuss words that they can not catch*
Raphael: ...She was PROUD of this shit? No..you're kidding! She was drunk, right? She had to be drunk.
Writer: *collapses and goes into a seizure*
Michael: Nice job, dumbass, you killed our writer.
Kairos: She couldn't have been drunk.. she's under aged, isn't she?
Michael: Who knows? Do you think she's stupid? I think she's stupid. Our writer is stupid.
Raphael: I think it's just you.
Michael: IRON PUNCH TO THE FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Raphael: #_# itaii...
Kairos: *sweatdrop, begins to fan the writer*
Writer: ..wha???? What's happening??
Kairos: Just wrap this stupid thing up, for God's sake!
Writer: Right. I have a writer's block-
Raphael: -_-; You've already said that.
Writer: And if you keep interrupting me I'll get past that point!!!! .. I need your help folks. So please, review or email with ideas. Please, ppl. I'm begging you. I can't stand the fact that this story is just staring at me blankly, yearning to be written in, but I don't have anything for it! *wails*
R&M&K: *plugs ears* CRAP!!!!!!! *carries writer off while waving*
((Please, PLEASE, help me out.))