Holes
I. Don't. Own. Holes. I don't own X-men:evo.
Shinigami Daimou: yep, the book is now a movie.
Wanda: don't you mean, "The book is now a fanfic"?
Shinigami Daimou: possibly.
Wanda: . . .
Pietro: ok I'm worried, she's depressed and writing. is this safe?
Shinigami Daimou: of course this will bring me out of my depression.
Pietro: I meant for us.
Shinigami Daimou:* shrugs*
Shinigami Daimou: oh this is also a Wandd. (Wanda/Todd)
Wanda: haven't you tortured me enough?
Todd: emit it; you can't get enough of me
Wanda: *Glares at Shinigami Daimou* I. Hate. You.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*X~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Camp Green Lake is a dry, ugly, lakeless, hellhole. That is my point of view.
There might have been a lake. Or the people that named it were sickos. Probably the later. Even if there was a lake at one time it's long gone, now. So was the town that depended on it. Lucky them
More joy; it is only a lovely 98% in the oh-so-scarce shade. Let me elaborate on that elusive shade, you see the only shade was under two, withered, ancient, tiny, oak trees. Wonderful. Behind that is a cabin, marking it as forbidden property. The wolverine owns the cabin, the wolverine owns the shade, and the wolverine owns us. we are forbidden, by the wolverine, to sit in the shade. Re: wonderful.
Too make camp the cats meow we have lots of, lovely, 'creatures'. I'm not just referring to the campers. We got rattlesnakes and scorpions, but they don't bother you if you don't them. If they bite you, you don't die, infact, you get to rest for two whole days.
Now the yellow-spotted lizard is a totally different story. If it gets a hold of you, your death will surly be slow and painful. Always. If you're bitten bye one of them, go sit in the shade. Nothing can get you now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*X~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Please R&R. If you have a constructive flame, send it. I'll enjoy it. I'm posting updates in the way the chs. are in the book, so they are short.
I. Don't. Own. Holes. I don't own X-men:evo.
Shinigami Daimou: yep, the book is now a movie.
Wanda: don't you mean, "The book is now a fanfic"?
Shinigami Daimou: possibly.
Wanda: . . .
Pietro: ok I'm worried, she's depressed and writing. is this safe?
Shinigami Daimou: of course this will bring me out of my depression.
Pietro: I meant for us.
Shinigami Daimou:* shrugs*
Shinigami Daimou: oh this is also a Wandd. (Wanda/Todd)
Wanda: haven't you tortured me enough?
Todd: emit it; you can't get enough of me
Wanda: *Glares at Shinigami Daimou* I. Hate. You.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*X~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Camp Green Lake is a dry, ugly, lakeless, hellhole. That is my point of view.
There might have been a lake. Or the people that named it were sickos. Probably the later. Even if there was a lake at one time it's long gone, now. So was the town that depended on it. Lucky them
More joy; it is only a lovely 98% in the oh-so-scarce shade. Let me elaborate on that elusive shade, you see the only shade was under two, withered, ancient, tiny, oak trees. Wonderful. Behind that is a cabin, marking it as forbidden property. The wolverine owns the cabin, the wolverine owns the shade, and the wolverine owns us. we are forbidden, by the wolverine, to sit in the shade. Re: wonderful.
Too make camp the cats meow we have lots of, lovely, 'creatures'. I'm not just referring to the campers. We got rattlesnakes and scorpions, but they don't bother you if you don't them. If they bite you, you don't die, infact, you get to rest for two whole days.
Now the yellow-spotted lizard is a totally different story. If it gets a hold of you, your death will surly be slow and painful. Always. If you're bitten bye one of them, go sit in the shade. Nothing can get you now.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*X~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Please R&R. If you have a constructive flame, send it. I'll enjoy it. I'm posting updates in the way the chs. are in the book, so they are short.
