YAY! Da disclaimer saaaay, this stuff is owned by JCV. Jhonen Vasquez would not, however, write this crap, which I've created to ridicule those who do ANGST.

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Ms. Bitters cried as she drove home from skool that rainy day. Her tears and the rain echoed. She turned up her radio. The whine of the violin felt as she did. Why did the children not understand the impending doom? Why did they have to celebrate holidays? She missed her husband. "I had a lover once...." She mumbled to herself. He was a handsome man, but he had been killed by DOOM. Ever since, she was fascinated doom, but the children never saw the signs. BLACK BLACK BLACK! DOOM DOOM DOOM! She pulled her cranky old car into the driveway and walked inside. Tabitha Bitters hadn't smiled since Osgood Bitters fell prey to the DOOM. She tried to teach the children, tell them about doom, but they didn't listen. They all just shattered their desks. She tried to use examples, sending children to the underground classroom, but they still didn't understand the DOOM. The hopelessness she always felt. "It's time to put an end to this..." she sighed. She took a razorblade labelled DOOM from one of her shelves labelled DOOM. She stared at her unbroken wrist, then pressed her razorblade into it. A moment before she died, she remembered her previous lover...

TO BE CONTINUED! (I smell slash!)