Introduction Time!!!
Hey, all you obsessed and mentally ill anime freaks! Oh, wait; I'm the only one who fits that description. Well, anyway, I started this little romp out a couple weeks ago, trying to make a fanfiction that no one else would ever read. What the fuck was I thinking then? Did I have any idea what I releasing upon the world?! Do I even have a mind at all or has it rotted out during the summer?! ... ... ... Right. Well, I amended the fic a little bit so that my real name is nowhere near this thing. I have gone with my regular pen name of Zataku. Be warned, there are some things in this fic that are NOT suitable for young children to read, but I really didn't care to edit those scenes out. So, if you're one of those oh-my-god-mommy-there's-kinky-stuff-here-I'm-gonna-puke wussboys/girls, then simply attach a barfbag to your shirt now. Well, anyway, enjoy the fic, and review, review, review!!!! Or else the demon king might have to pay your house a little visit. A very painful visit. You know the wrap. Italics indicate thought, lechery means pain if discovered, and Karinka still has no breasts at all, and is probably a man.
"Hey! You gonna die now!" Now... it is time for me to be in pain. Karinka, what are you doing? No! Stop! AHHH!!!!! Bop! Pow! Smack! Pain! Agony! Boom!
"This is Zataku speaking now. The real maker of this fic is now being taken to the hospital thanks to a slaphappy steel angel named Karinka. You'll see her later. Believe me, you can't miss her. And you won't"
P.S "Was that a good intro or what?"
-The real maker of the fic
Obsessed fan boy and mentally ill anime freak extraordinaire. Graduate from mental hospital, loony bin, crazy pile, etc.
Hey, all you obsessed and mentally ill anime freaks! Oh, wait; I'm the only one who fits that description. Well, anyway, I started this little romp out a couple weeks ago, trying to make a fanfiction that no one else would ever read. What the fuck was I thinking then? Did I have any idea what I releasing upon the world?! Do I even have a mind at all or has it rotted out during the summer?! ... ... ... Right. Well, I amended the fic a little bit so that my real name is nowhere near this thing. I have gone with my regular pen name of Zataku. Be warned, there are some things in this fic that are NOT suitable for young children to read, but I really didn't care to edit those scenes out. So, if you're one of those oh-my-god-mommy-there's-kinky-stuff-here-I'm-gonna-puke wussboys/girls, then simply attach a barfbag to your shirt now. Well, anyway, enjoy the fic, and review, review, review!!!! Or else the demon king might have to pay your house a little visit. A very painful visit. You know the wrap. Italics indicate thought, lechery means pain if discovered, and Karinka still has no breasts at all, and is probably a man.
"Hey! You gonna die now!" Now... it is time for me to be in pain. Karinka, what are you doing? No! Stop! AHHH!!!!! Bop! Pow! Smack! Pain! Agony! Boom!
"This is Zataku speaking now. The real maker of this fic is now being taken to the hospital thanks to a slaphappy steel angel named Karinka. You'll see her later. Believe me, you can't miss her. And you won't"
P.S "Was that a good intro or what?"
-The real maker of the fic
Obsessed fan boy and mentally ill anime freak extraordinaire. Graduate from mental hospital, loony bin, crazy pile, etc.
