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I still don't own KONAMI, your soul or any of the Silent Hill franchise. Yet I now own Bubbles hair. So nyah!
Hmm.I would have said that.buuuut, MUHUHAAAAAA!*Blows up KONAMI building*
HAAAA! Wait.damn.No more Silent Hill.
=========Dedicated to Silent Hill Rulz.===============
+++++++++++++++LAST WEEK ON SH:C++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Harry: stfu, Vakama.
How did you say STFU? Was it like: Stuff-Yoo
Harry: yeah.I think. I dunno. Let them work it out.*Looks at reader and stares*
*SIGH* Side-tracked, again.
*Throws another magic rock at Harry, knocking him unconscious.*
*Harry wakes up in a damned awful reception, Harry looks at the posters on the wall*
Harry: *drooling* I've died, and gone to heaven.but then it's like they realised it wasn't my time, so they threw me into a porn center.
*The ground crumbles and James climbs out*
James: Haven't you got anything original? Jeezy-Creezy.
Harry: Your face. It's so real.
James: You should see your 17 year old kid, Heather. OOMPH! She's hot.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++MOO++++++++++++++++++++++++++
*Inside a very suave looking office, full glass walls and all furniture is either black marble, metal or black leather.*
*Enter supah-suave looking man*
SSLM: Hello readers. I am your host, Vakama. Welcome to, the TWIGHLIGHT ZONE.
*World turns black and white*
SSLM: Only kidding. Jill, you can turn colour back on!
*A woman walks in, she looks at least 70*
Jill: What? I can gurn Muller spack-on? You sick, sick man!
*The woman throws her purse at the man a runs into a closing elevator door.*
CRUNCH.
SSLM: Right. Ok, it looks like this episode of SH: C is in black and white. Make the most of it, while you can. @_@
*A brick is thrown through the window:*
dear mistah. Author man,
your stories aren't even funny. I would appreciate if you died. I hate the way you make fun of james1 I love him, and if you make fun of him again, I will send my daddy over to hit you very hard!
From your NON-pal, The Clockwork apple
Vakama: Him again?! ROAAARGH! That is it. James, shall die.
*Camera turns round to reveal an amusement park in the corner of Vakama's office*
*James is creeping through lakeside amusement park, CLANK! James jumps with a start. Just some rusty machinery. Then he sees it, the ICE CREAM PARLOUR*
James: Yummy. After being in he centre of the Earth, an ice cream will do well.
*James breaks into the parlour and starts to raid the ice cream. He searches every fridge, but finds nilch. When he gets to the last fridge, he sees a dark red liquid dripping from the bottom. Everyone, turn your stupidity meters off, otherwise you're in for a bumpy ride!*
James: Yummy! Ice cream and red syrup. *James grasps the fridge door* I lurve syrup. I hope they have sprinkles! *He opens the door*
GLUMPH!
*James is sucked in, in a desperate attempt, he grabs the fridge opposite him, but being the dolt he is, grabs onto the fresh ice-cream he over- looked before, and is dragged into the fridge*
James: AAARGH! OWWWWWW! OH, GOD NOO!! Yum, sprinkles! AAAAAAAAGH!
*blood streams out of the fridge.*
*The camera swings round to reveal Vakama drawing inane pictures of James eyeballs exploding*
Vakama: STFU, me. Anyhow, James is now dead. Due to unanimous vote. Which consist of me, and a miscellaneous caller-in.
*Another brick is thrown through the window*
dear idiot-who-cannot-take-a-hint,
since you killed off my beloved james, will kill another one of your cast.
Your worst-fan, The clockwork apple
Vakama: What the.oh, god no! Heather! *Vakama runs into the bottom-right corner of his room, where there seems to be a back-seat of car*
*Another brick flies through window:*
dear gump,
I of-course mean harry mason.
*camera turns round, and office is replaced by 2nd floor reception in Alchemilla hospital*
Harry: Who would have thought one phone would work, too bad I used my free phone-call on some guy's office. Anyway, where to go now. how about this creepy old wooden door?
*Harry tries to open it, but every-time he does, white letters appear at the bottom of his line of sight saying the lock is broken*
Harry: Damn. Oh well, It won't hurt to try. *shoots door down with shotgun* I knew that would happen! Didn't I say that would happen, freaky doll I found downstairs? Yup!
*Harry walks into the room behind that door. It is a small love-shack. Which has clearly out-dated itself. Harry holds his nose as he explores.*
Harry: Pheeeeew! That's skanky! What's in here I wonder, those freaky KONAMI 40th floor. Creating a room behind a broken door. Eeesh.
*As Harry is exploring, rustling sounds are heard*
Harry: You're not scaring me this time, freaky child who is half of my daughters soul! I know there is nothing there!
*But the rustling sounds continues getting louder, until*
Harry: What the-? AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
*An obese man with leaves for shoes, a long dirty beard, and nothing but dead grass as a skirt-type thing on*
Harry: Oh no! Tom Hanks has came for revenge after I took over his part on Cast Away!
Fat dude: No, actually. I am THE CLOCKWORK ORANGE! *stands proud* I am here to kill you.
Harry: Oooh. Is this another, "I was fore-told by Jell-Omancy!" thing? If so, I'm out.
Apple: Actually, I really am going to kill you. * TCA presses his fat thumbs into Harry's sockets and gouges his eyes out.*
Harry: Owies! *dies*
TCA: HAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *Suddenly, Vincent and Bobble-Head crash through the wall, what seems to be made out of paper*
Vincent: NEVER!
*As they run through the door Harry busted down, Bobble-Head rips TCA's head off.*
*Soon after, two men holding pistols run through, one steps on TCA's stomach, causing blood to ooze out of his, neck "wound"*
Rep #1: Come back, ya slimy lil' good-fer-nothin'!
Rep #2: Vincent, come with us.
*Camera backs away slowly, and then turns and runs, straight into Douglas' car*
BADUMPH!
Heather: Did we just kill a human?
Douglas: No! it was a monster! *Steps on the accelerator*
Vakama: *who was knocked out when he jumped into the back seat, sits up* What the- oh, Heather! Watch out, a psycho is gonna try kill you!
Heather: *screams* Who are you!? *Pulls out pistol*
Douglas: *Starts swerving, hoping to throw Vakama out of the window* I'll get him!
Vakama: Wait! I am the author of the story you are both currently in!
Heather: huh? Explain!
Douglas: No! Don't He's crazy! We can't trust him! SHOOT HIM!
Vakama: Think of it as the Matrix, You're Neo. The One. I am the Matrix. I control your destiny.
Heather: Does that mean, I have to get inside you to get you to change your decision?
Douglas: *Picking up on the euphemism* Heather! SHOOOT HIIIM! *Douglas lets go of the wheel and bends over to find pistol*
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSH!
Epilogue:
It seems that all crap has to come to an end. This was the time for this crap. I hope you enjoyed the last episode. I may create more.if I get good reviews. So that probably means no more episodes. These stories were created for fun over a 4-day-period. Goodbye.
*Camera zooms back to reveal Vakama in a full body-cast*
*Zoom in on his heart monitor*
BEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEP
BEEPBEEEPBEPBEEEPBEEEPBEEEEPBEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
I still don't own KONAMI, your soul or any of the Silent Hill franchise. Yet I now own Bubbles hair. So nyah!
Hmm.I would have said that.buuuut, MUHUHAAAAAA!*Blows up KONAMI building*
HAAAA! Wait.damn.No more Silent Hill.
=========Dedicated to Silent Hill Rulz.===============
+++++++++++++++LAST WEEK ON SH:C++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Harry: stfu, Vakama.
How did you say STFU? Was it like: Stuff-Yoo
Harry: yeah.I think. I dunno. Let them work it out.*Looks at reader and stares*
*SIGH* Side-tracked, again.
*Throws another magic rock at Harry, knocking him unconscious.*
*Harry wakes up in a damned awful reception, Harry looks at the posters on the wall*
Harry: *drooling* I've died, and gone to heaven.but then it's like they realised it wasn't my time, so they threw me into a porn center.
*The ground crumbles and James climbs out*
James: Haven't you got anything original? Jeezy-Creezy.
Harry: Your face. It's so real.
James: You should see your 17 year old kid, Heather. OOMPH! She's hot.
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++MOO++++++++++++++++++++++++++
*Inside a very suave looking office, full glass walls and all furniture is either black marble, metal or black leather.*
*Enter supah-suave looking man*
SSLM: Hello readers. I am your host, Vakama. Welcome to, the TWIGHLIGHT ZONE.
*World turns black and white*
SSLM: Only kidding. Jill, you can turn colour back on!
*A woman walks in, she looks at least 70*
Jill: What? I can gurn Muller spack-on? You sick, sick man!
*The woman throws her purse at the man a runs into a closing elevator door.*
CRUNCH.
SSLM: Right. Ok, it looks like this episode of SH: C is in black and white. Make the most of it, while you can. @_@
*A brick is thrown through the window:*
dear mistah. Author man,
your stories aren't even funny. I would appreciate if you died. I hate the way you make fun of james1 I love him, and if you make fun of him again, I will send my daddy over to hit you very hard!
From your NON-pal, The Clockwork apple
Vakama: Him again?! ROAAARGH! That is it. James, shall die.
*Camera turns round to reveal an amusement park in the corner of Vakama's office*
*James is creeping through lakeside amusement park, CLANK! James jumps with a start. Just some rusty machinery. Then he sees it, the ICE CREAM PARLOUR*
James: Yummy. After being in he centre of the Earth, an ice cream will do well.
*James breaks into the parlour and starts to raid the ice cream. He searches every fridge, but finds nilch. When he gets to the last fridge, he sees a dark red liquid dripping from the bottom. Everyone, turn your stupidity meters off, otherwise you're in for a bumpy ride!*
James: Yummy! Ice cream and red syrup. *James grasps the fridge door* I lurve syrup. I hope they have sprinkles! *He opens the door*
GLUMPH!
*James is sucked in, in a desperate attempt, he grabs the fridge opposite him, but being the dolt he is, grabs onto the fresh ice-cream he over- looked before, and is dragged into the fridge*
James: AAARGH! OWWWWWW! OH, GOD NOO!! Yum, sprinkles! AAAAAAAAGH!
*blood streams out of the fridge.*
*The camera swings round to reveal Vakama drawing inane pictures of James eyeballs exploding*
Vakama: STFU, me. Anyhow, James is now dead. Due to unanimous vote. Which consist of me, and a miscellaneous caller-in.
*Another brick is thrown through the window*
dear idiot-who-cannot-take-a-hint,
since you killed off my beloved james, will kill another one of your cast.
Your worst-fan, The clockwork apple
Vakama: What the.oh, god no! Heather! *Vakama runs into the bottom-right corner of his room, where there seems to be a back-seat of car*
*Another brick flies through window:*
dear gump,
I of-course mean harry mason.
*camera turns round, and office is replaced by 2nd floor reception in Alchemilla hospital*
Harry: Who would have thought one phone would work, too bad I used my free phone-call on some guy's office. Anyway, where to go now. how about this creepy old wooden door?
*Harry tries to open it, but every-time he does, white letters appear at the bottom of his line of sight saying the lock is broken*
Harry: Damn. Oh well, It won't hurt to try. *shoots door down with shotgun* I knew that would happen! Didn't I say that would happen, freaky doll I found downstairs? Yup!
*Harry walks into the room behind that door. It is a small love-shack. Which has clearly out-dated itself. Harry holds his nose as he explores.*
Harry: Pheeeeew! That's skanky! What's in here I wonder, those freaky KONAMI 40th floor. Creating a room behind a broken door. Eeesh.
*As Harry is exploring, rustling sounds are heard*
Harry: You're not scaring me this time, freaky child who is half of my daughters soul! I know there is nothing there!
*But the rustling sounds continues getting louder, until*
Harry: What the-? AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!
*An obese man with leaves for shoes, a long dirty beard, and nothing but dead grass as a skirt-type thing on*
Harry: Oh no! Tom Hanks has came for revenge after I took over his part on Cast Away!
Fat dude: No, actually. I am THE CLOCKWORK ORANGE! *stands proud* I am here to kill you.
Harry: Oooh. Is this another, "I was fore-told by Jell-Omancy!" thing? If so, I'm out.
Apple: Actually, I really am going to kill you. * TCA presses his fat thumbs into Harry's sockets and gouges his eyes out.*
Harry: Owies! *dies*
TCA: HAAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *Suddenly, Vincent and Bobble-Head crash through the wall, what seems to be made out of paper*
Vincent: NEVER!
*As they run through the door Harry busted down, Bobble-Head rips TCA's head off.*
*Soon after, two men holding pistols run through, one steps on TCA's stomach, causing blood to ooze out of his, neck "wound"*
Rep #1: Come back, ya slimy lil' good-fer-nothin'!
Rep #2: Vincent, come with us.
*Camera backs away slowly, and then turns and runs, straight into Douglas' car*
BADUMPH!
Heather: Did we just kill a human?
Douglas: No! it was a monster! *Steps on the accelerator*
Vakama: *who was knocked out when he jumped into the back seat, sits up* What the- oh, Heather! Watch out, a psycho is gonna try kill you!
Heather: *screams* Who are you!? *Pulls out pistol*
Douglas: *Starts swerving, hoping to throw Vakama out of the window* I'll get him!
Vakama: Wait! I am the author of the story you are both currently in!
Heather: huh? Explain!
Douglas: No! Don't He's crazy! We can't trust him! SHOOT HIM!
Vakama: Think of it as the Matrix, You're Neo. The One. I am the Matrix. I control your destiny.
Heather: Does that mean, I have to get inside you to get you to change your decision?
Douglas: *Picking up on the euphemism* Heather! SHOOOT HIIIM! *Douglas lets go of the wheel and bends over to find pistol*
CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSH!
Epilogue:
It seems that all crap has to come to an end. This was the time for this crap. I hope you enjoyed the last episode. I may create more.if I get good reviews. So that probably means no more episodes. These stories were created for fun over a 4-day-period. Goodbye.
*Camera zooms back to reveal Vakama in a full body-cast*
*Zoom in on his heart monitor*
BEEEEEEP
BEEEEEEP
BEEPBEEEPBEPBEEEPBEEEPBEEEEPBEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP