Rockin On
A Final Fantasy Fanfic
Disclaimer: Shoot them later, they're not worth it. i am the muffin man. i invented teh bobble hat. need i say more?? i still don't own ff8 or any others, cos i've had my shotgun taken away. mon, whinge, moan. This chapter finally sees teh introduction of A Talking Rat Called Edward. Such is how my mind works. If ya don't like it, tough, rough universe.
Forgive me if this chapters a bit short, even tho it's very important. i jsut had to write a history essay on Leon Trotsky and Pre-1922 success for the Bolsheviks, so 'm pretty burned out. also, still under the influence of the Nirvana Greatest Hits Album, adn more Judas Priest. finally, i really can't be bothered to spellcheck any of this, so you can come round to my house, but you'll get hurt.....*rubs hands together in evil way* heeheehee *looks at the cellar* heeheehee. *fall over and starts twitching*
*********************************************************************** Chapter 4: The Dreaded Curse of Stiff Little Fingers, Or, The Auditions.
The Meeting had been an utter disaster, due to the fact that Selph was still whacked out on the floor muttering about ponies and mango chutney, and the fact that KOV was still burning with embarrassment because he had gotten into a fight with Irvine over Selphie (ya know, the ones along the lines of 'choo lookin at mah woman??' and 'nah mate, but you'll ned more than a lemonade with that thing on ya arm' and then the fighting commences etc.....i love that kinda thing) and was now sporting two balck eyes and muttering 'ya shoulda see the other guy' and other macho comments.
DAY:*steps up to mike* Okay guys and girls, this is the First practice, as it is! *feedback*
All: Aargh! Turn taht damn thing down, man!!
Nida: Ok, ok, i just got a bit carried away, i don't see the need t....*gets hit by rotting vegetation in copius ammounts* RIGHT!!!!!! WHO DID THAT!!!!!
Rinoa: *pushing wheelbarrow full of rotting vegetation* Not me, Mr Nida Man!!
KOV: Hey, who said you could be in this fic????? GET OUT!!!!
Rinoa: Chill it, Mr Two Black Eyes!! Wuss! Pansy! Evil-Minded Spawn Of Turtle Slime!!
KOV; ok, i could stomach the first two, cos i'm a very nice and caring person, but the third one was THE LAST STRAW!!!!!
*rinoa and KOV start charging up their magic, author versus witchery, gargantuan stuff man, hey, wait a tick, aren't i supposed to be fighting her?? why am i talking to you?? maybe because i'm going mad from teh lack of reviews i'm gettin?? beep, fzzzzzt, beep*
*KOV blasts rinoa into a wall with the second most powerful author magic spell, Edward teh Talking Rat of Doom*
Edward: Free at last, thankyou very much. *straightens bow tie* ah, so good being free!
Quistis: Is that a talking rodent??
Edward: erm, ah, eep, erm, ........, Squeak, Squeak, where's the cheese?
Quistis: Eh??
Zell: Don;t worry quisty, it's just that your medications run out, lets go to the infirmary, eh??
Quistis: *voice receeding into distance* but taht rat just spoke, i s.w.e.a.r..i...t....
KOV: Mad woman....
All: yeah....
DAY: *very angry* *sweatdrop* WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The entire cast of characters suddenly stand to attention, except for edward, who mutters 'moody' and wanders off to the cafeteria in search of asparagus. Ya see, he's a sophisticated rat. In a bow tie. That is in control of this mad author who procrastrinates all day long instead of getting on with the story.
DAY: *suddenly steps down from the stage and slaps KOV very hard* Stop it, and get on with teh story.............YOU EVIL MINDED CONTROL FREAK"!!!!!!
KOV: Ok, Ok, chill, i will. *transports everyone up onto the stage, instruments in hands* Hey, why is SHE up here?? *points theatrically at quistis, who's sitting behing the keyboards making muffled "i'm gonna getcha" noises*
DAY: I thought we agreed that i could impart my keyboard knowledge to quistis??
KOV: Oh yeah! *smacks self* ouchie......
Irvine: WHAT AM I DOING WITH A JAGSTANG!!!!!!!!
KOV: I wanted to get taht kinda Kurt Cobain Grungy-feel about it. Play somethin, go on!
Irvine starts playin the first few bars of Stairway to Heaven, Led Zeppelin, but is suddenly hit by a large meat pie in the face. Pulling himself up, he read the label.
UNSPECIFIED MEAT PIE 75pence
ALSO TRY OUR NAMED MEAT PIE £1.50
KOV: *hands 75 pence to teh "Greasy Spoon On Wheels" van taht just appeared.* cheers mate, i can't see the holy riff despoiled. *turns to Irvine* GET DOWN ON THY KNEES WHILST THOU DOST STILL HAVE SOME, SACRILEGIOUS GIT WOT YAOU ARE!!!!!!!
Ok, now i'm gonna do one of them screwy phasey scene-change things.
wibble-wobble-wibble-wobble-wib....
Edward strolls into teh cafeteria to a chorus of screams, screeching table legs adn running feet.
Edward: Why dost thou forsake me, cruel life. Alas and alack, the cafeterai hath anticipated my coming, and hung a large sign saying "NO ASPARAGUS" on the fron t bar. damn.
Edward wanders around the cafeteria banging the walls with a claw, until he puts a hand through on of the pillars.
Edward: Ah, it appears taht this entire cafeterai is a film set. hmmmm. ohhhkayyy.
OI, WHERE'S TEH NEAREST CHIPPY!!!!!!!
All Readers: Whats a chippy???
Edward: Spare me, please from stupidity. A CHIPPY IS A PLACE THAT SELLS FISH AND CHIPS!!!!
All Readers: Fish And Chips?? Hah, you're funny mr rat man. Hah Hah Hah, heeh, gyahahaha etcetera etcetera blah de blah as you can see i'm putting random rubbish into this fic to give the pretence that i'm actually being amusing. Coffeeeeeeeee........
Edward: You are seriously in need of help, man.
KOV; Yeah, i know. It's teh coffee talking, i swear.
Edward: erm, aren't you supposed to be killing Irvine about know for despoiling the holy riff?
KOV: Oh yeah, i suppose. Wait, seeing as i'm the author, i can do whatever i like. so in theory i'm actually two people, becuase i'm in two places at once? is this teh real life, or is it just fantasy, caught in a landslide, no escape from reality?
Edward: Bohemian Rhapsody?
KOV: You bet, love it.......
wibble wobble wibble wobble wib.....
KOV: Hah, Magic Author Phase-Shift strikes again!!
Irvine: *blasts KOV into wall again* Shut It!!!!
KOV: *slams irvine's pretty boy face into the ground with a large concrete block he materialised* erm, how about, NO!!!!!
DAY: *bats eyelids* I'm sure you don't want me to slap you again, so please just get on with the story.
All; O_o, i still don't know where ya digged her up from....
DAY; And i'm still not going to tell you.....
KOV; *twitch* *twitch* *sweatdrop* S..T..O..R..Y..=..C..O..F..F..E..E
Selph: HeymrauthormantrysomeofthisMountainDewstuffit'sprettygood!
*throws KOV a can of Mountain Dew*
KOV: *glug**glug**twitch* Heythisstuffisprettygood!! Okayletsgetonwiththeauditions!!
Irvine: Well, am i in?
DAY: YES!! NOW GET ON WITH THE AUDITIONS!!
Irvine; Okay, okay.
KOV; *consults list suddenly materialised* Okay, n.o.w..it..should..be......Rythm Guitar!
Zell: That's mine.....*evil grin*
Zell starts playing the first few bars of Celebration Day, Led Zeppelin, but suddenly stops when he sees KOV holding up a meat pie
Zell: erm, uh, erm.......*scared grin* heehee, you wouldn't throw that at me would y..oof!
KOV: you just haven't clicked yet, have you? THOU SHALT NOT DESPOIL TEH HOLY RIFFS OF JIMMY PAGE!!
Zell: Ok, chill dude, how about this?
Zell starts playing the first few bars (can ya see a pattern?) of.Voodoo Child (yes, and it is child, they spelt it wrong on the uk cover as chile, but ya don't get many voodoo chiles so i found out it's really child, OK!!), by Jimi Hendrix, but gets hit in the face by teh skin off a rice pudding instead.
KOV: Sorry, ran out of meat pies, so EAT RICE PUDDING SKIN DESPOILER OF HOLY RIFFAGE!!!
Zell: Ok *chomps on rice pudding skin, and suddenly finds jaws stuck together* Mmph, mmph!! grark!!
DAY: Aww, poor zell *places foot on one jaw and both hands on other, and pulls*
BOOOING!!
DAY: Right *dusts hands, as zell picks himself out of large crater* Now, on with teh Auditions!! This is what this chapter is about, isn't it....*looks evilly at KOV*
KOV: Yes, this is what this chapter is all about, so....*cleans up all of the mess with author magic, and plonks everyone on stage*
Squall: *sees bass guitar* whatever..*wanders over to pick it up, but gets halted by invisible wall* eh...whatever..
DAY: Is it just me, or is that the first 3 words he spoke in this chapter, and 2 of them were whatever!!
All: YES!!
DAY: what more excuse do i need?? *slaps squall, very hard*
Squall: Ouch, Whatever!!
All; YAY!! Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever!!!!!!
Squall: AARGH!!! *runs away to the bridge to play with the seagulls*
KOV: Ok, i'm gonna get on with the drummer auditions, so there ya go. *twitch*
*materailises Seifer behind drum kit*
Seifer: Hey, what am i doing behind here.........
DAY: I've decided that you can be our drummer!!!
Seif: Right....
DAY: Ok, so, hit this one!! *points to bass drum*
*BUM*
DAY: *sweatdrop* Hehhe, ok, so hit this one! *points to ride cymbal*
*TISH*
DAY: Heh, erm.....ok, hit them one after the other!!
*BUM* *TISH*
DAY: *twitch* I despair, i really do, do what ya want.....*wanders off to teh cafeteria in search of the magic Mountain Dew*
Seif: Seems alright... *starts playing a drum riff taht would put jJohn Bonham from led Zep to shame*
All; O_o, right...
KOV: I've had enough of auditions, lets just say taht everyone who wants to play summat can play it......*twitch*
And finally, the band get together. The only major sticking point was the band name.....KOV had several ideas, but due to his taste in musis, most of tehm had 'death', 'metal' or 'thunder' in them.
KOV: *pant* *slap* PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, IT'S ONLY A BAND NAME!!!!! *slap*
Irvine: *whispers* i've just about had it up to here with him, ya know....
KOV: I heard that......*materialises his bass, and some towering stacks of Marshalls, and raises one hand threateningly above strings* Want some??
Irvy: No, No, not the dreaded towering stacks of Marshalls!!
KOV: Yep, the old 30million decibel treatment!!
Irvy: Ok, i give in.....
DAY: Yoink! *steals irvine's hat for the 17th time in 5 minutes*
Irvy: GRAGH!! *starts to load up shotgun, but finds a paw blocking trigger mechanism*
Edward: *gnaws on asparagus* Naughty Naughty, no shoot the lead singer, yuh!
KOV: Ok, let's decide on the band name....
Irvine: How about Irvine and the Irvinettes?
Zell: Zell and the Zelletes?
Selphie: SelphandtheSelphettes?
KOV: NO, NONE OF TEH TACKY 50S THINGS!! (no offence to 50s rock lovers) Lets have something more mettally, cos we are gonna play metal....
Irvine:How about......Gold?
Zell: Silver?
Selphie: okhowaboutsteel?
KOV: nonono, how about.......fzzzt, brain gone.
DAY: How about,.....Distorted Minds??
All: I LIKE IT!!
KOV; So thats settled, the band name is Distorted Minds.
Edward: *gnaws asparagus* Hey, what can i do??
KOV: erm, you're like, 6 inches high....
Edward: *gnaws asparagus, and pulls out massive sword in process* Problem??
KOV; *gulp* er, no, not really.....you can play percussion!!
Edward: *gnaws asparagus* Then that's setteld, now, let's put an end to this soddin chapter.....
KOV: Fine, *waves hands in a way that they appear to pass through each other*
*********************************************************************** Oooh, manily grooved out. If you're expecting a cheesy clifhanger series, you're sadly mistaken. If you have any requests as to what hte band should play, then sorry, cos i play what i like, but any flames will be fed to my pink bunnies. I'm thinkin of playin some led zep, some nirvana, and a bit of judas priest and disturbed. Please R+R, cos i don't want to have to do this.....
Pink Bunnies Of Ultimate Destruction: *beep* Kill all non-reviewers *Beep*
KOV: Got the Message??
Knight Of Valhala.
Disclaimer: Shoot them later, they're not worth it. i am the muffin man. i invented teh bobble hat. need i say more?? i still don't own ff8 or any others, cos i've had my shotgun taken away. mon, whinge, moan. This chapter finally sees teh introduction of A Talking Rat Called Edward. Such is how my mind works. If ya don't like it, tough, rough universe.
Forgive me if this chapters a bit short, even tho it's very important. i jsut had to write a history essay on Leon Trotsky and Pre-1922 success for the Bolsheviks, so 'm pretty burned out. also, still under the influence of the Nirvana Greatest Hits Album, adn more Judas Priest. finally, i really can't be bothered to spellcheck any of this, so you can come round to my house, but you'll get hurt.....*rubs hands together in evil way* heeheehee *looks at the cellar* heeheehee. *fall over and starts twitching*
*********************************************************************** Chapter 4: The Dreaded Curse of Stiff Little Fingers, Or, The Auditions.
The Meeting had been an utter disaster, due to the fact that Selph was still whacked out on the floor muttering about ponies and mango chutney, and the fact that KOV was still burning with embarrassment because he had gotten into a fight with Irvine over Selphie (ya know, the ones along the lines of 'choo lookin at mah woman??' and 'nah mate, but you'll ned more than a lemonade with that thing on ya arm' and then the fighting commences etc.....i love that kinda thing) and was now sporting two balck eyes and muttering 'ya shoulda see the other guy' and other macho comments.
DAY:*steps up to mike* Okay guys and girls, this is the First practice, as it is! *feedback*
All: Aargh! Turn taht damn thing down, man!!
Nida: Ok, ok, i just got a bit carried away, i don't see the need t....*gets hit by rotting vegetation in copius ammounts* RIGHT!!!!!! WHO DID THAT!!!!!
Rinoa: *pushing wheelbarrow full of rotting vegetation* Not me, Mr Nida Man!!
KOV: Hey, who said you could be in this fic????? GET OUT!!!!
Rinoa: Chill it, Mr Two Black Eyes!! Wuss! Pansy! Evil-Minded Spawn Of Turtle Slime!!
KOV; ok, i could stomach the first two, cos i'm a very nice and caring person, but the third one was THE LAST STRAW!!!!!
*rinoa and KOV start charging up their magic, author versus witchery, gargantuan stuff man, hey, wait a tick, aren't i supposed to be fighting her?? why am i talking to you?? maybe because i'm going mad from teh lack of reviews i'm gettin?? beep, fzzzzzt, beep*
*KOV blasts rinoa into a wall with the second most powerful author magic spell, Edward teh Talking Rat of Doom*
Edward: Free at last, thankyou very much. *straightens bow tie* ah, so good being free!
Quistis: Is that a talking rodent??
Edward: erm, ah, eep, erm, ........, Squeak, Squeak, where's the cheese?
Quistis: Eh??
Zell: Don;t worry quisty, it's just that your medications run out, lets go to the infirmary, eh??
Quistis: *voice receeding into distance* but taht rat just spoke, i s.w.e.a.r..i...t....
KOV: Mad woman....
All: yeah....
DAY: *very angry* *sweatdrop* WILL YOU ALL SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The entire cast of characters suddenly stand to attention, except for edward, who mutters 'moody' and wanders off to the cafeteria in search of asparagus. Ya see, he's a sophisticated rat. In a bow tie. That is in control of this mad author who procrastrinates all day long instead of getting on with the story.
DAY: *suddenly steps down from the stage and slaps KOV very hard* Stop it, and get on with teh story.............YOU EVIL MINDED CONTROL FREAK"!!!!!!
KOV: Ok, Ok, chill, i will. *transports everyone up onto the stage, instruments in hands* Hey, why is SHE up here?? *points theatrically at quistis, who's sitting behing the keyboards making muffled "i'm gonna getcha" noises*
DAY: I thought we agreed that i could impart my keyboard knowledge to quistis??
KOV: Oh yeah! *smacks self* ouchie......
Irvine: WHAT AM I DOING WITH A JAGSTANG!!!!!!!!
KOV: I wanted to get taht kinda Kurt Cobain Grungy-feel about it. Play somethin, go on!
Irvine starts playin the first few bars of Stairway to Heaven, Led Zeppelin, but is suddenly hit by a large meat pie in the face. Pulling himself up, he read the label.
UNSPECIFIED MEAT PIE 75pence
ALSO TRY OUR NAMED MEAT PIE £1.50
KOV: *hands 75 pence to teh "Greasy Spoon On Wheels" van taht just appeared.* cheers mate, i can't see the holy riff despoiled. *turns to Irvine* GET DOWN ON THY KNEES WHILST THOU DOST STILL HAVE SOME, SACRILEGIOUS GIT WOT YAOU ARE!!!!!!!
Ok, now i'm gonna do one of them screwy phasey scene-change things.
wibble-wobble-wibble-wobble-wib....
Edward strolls into teh cafeteria to a chorus of screams, screeching table legs adn running feet.
Edward: Why dost thou forsake me, cruel life. Alas and alack, the cafeterai hath anticipated my coming, and hung a large sign saying "NO ASPARAGUS" on the fron t bar. damn.
Edward wanders around the cafeteria banging the walls with a claw, until he puts a hand through on of the pillars.
Edward: Ah, it appears taht this entire cafeterai is a film set. hmmmm. ohhhkayyy.
OI, WHERE'S TEH NEAREST CHIPPY!!!!!!!
All Readers: Whats a chippy???
Edward: Spare me, please from stupidity. A CHIPPY IS A PLACE THAT SELLS FISH AND CHIPS!!!!
All Readers: Fish And Chips?? Hah, you're funny mr rat man. Hah Hah Hah, heeh, gyahahaha etcetera etcetera blah de blah as you can see i'm putting random rubbish into this fic to give the pretence that i'm actually being amusing. Coffeeeeeeeee........
Edward: You are seriously in need of help, man.
KOV; Yeah, i know. It's teh coffee talking, i swear.
Edward: erm, aren't you supposed to be killing Irvine about know for despoiling the holy riff?
KOV: Oh yeah, i suppose. Wait, seeing as i'm the author, i can do whatever i like. so in theory i'm actually two people, becuase i'm in two places at once? is this teh real life, or is it just fantasy, caught in a landslide, no escape from reality?
Edward: Bohemian Rhapsody?
KOV: You bet, love it.......
wibble wobble wibble wobble wib.....
KOV: Hah, Magic Author Phase-Shift strikes again!!
Irvine: *blasts KOV into wall again* Shut It!!!!
KOV: *slams irvine's pretty boy face into the ground with a large concrete block he materialised* erm, how about, NO!!!!!
DAY: *bats eyelids* I'm sure you don't want me to slap you again, so please just get on with the story.
All; O_o, i still don't know where ya digged her up from....
DAY; And i'm still not going to tell you.....
KOV; *twitch* *twitch* *sweatdrop* S..T..O..R..Y..=..C..O..F..F..E..E
Selph: HeymrauthormantrysomeofthisMountainDewstuffit'sprettygood!
*throws KOV a can of Mountain Dew*
KOV: *glug**glug**twitch* Heythisstuffisprettygood!! Okayletsgetonwiththeauditions!!
Irvine: Well, am i in?
DAY: YES!! NOW GET ON WITH THE AUDITIONS!!
Irvine; Okay, okay.
KOV; *consults list suddenly materialised* Okay, n.o.w..it..should..be......Rythm Guitar!
Zell: That's mine.....*evil grin*
Zell starts playing the first few bars of Celebration Day, Led Zeppelin, but suddenly stops when he sees KOV holding up a meat pie
Zell: erm, uh, erm.......*scared grin* heehee, you wouldn't throw that at me would y..oof!
KOV: you just haven't clicked yet, have you? THOU SHALT NOT DESPOIL TEH HOLY RIFFS OF JIMMY PAGE!!
Zell: Ok, chill dude, how about this?
Zell starts playing the first few bars (can ya see a pattern?) of.Voodoo Child (yes, and it is child, they spelt it wrong on the uk cover as chile, but ya don't get many voodoo chiles so i found out it's really child, OK!!), by Jimi Hendrix, but gets hit in the face by teh skin off a rice pudding instead.
KOV: Sorry, ran out of meat pies, so EAT RICE PUDDING SKIN DESPOILER OF HOLY RIFFAGE!!!
Zell: Ok *chomps on rice pudding skin, and suddenly finds jaws stuck together* Mmph, mmph!! grark!!
DAY: Aww, poor zell *places foot on one jaw and both hands on other, and pulls*
BOOOING!!
DAY: Right *dusts hands, as zell picks himself out of large crater* Now, on with teh Auditions!! This is what this chapter is about, isn't it....*looks evilly at KOV*
KOV: Yes, this is what this chapter is all about, so....*cleans up all of the mess with author magic, and plonks everyone on stage*
Squall: *sees bass guitar* whatever..*wanders over to pick it up, but gets halted by invisible wall* eh...whatever..
DAY: Is it just me, or is that the first 3 words he spoke in this chapter, and 2 of them were whatever!!
All: YES!!
DAY: what more excuse do i need?? *slaps squall, very hard*
Squall: Ouch, Whatever!!
All; YAY!! Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever!!!!!!
Squall: AARGH!!! *runs away to the bridge to play with the seagulls*
KOV: Ok, i'm gonna get on with the drummer auditions, so there ya go. *twitch*
*materailises Seifer behind drum kit*
Seifer: Hey, what am i doing behind here.........
DAY: I've decided that you can be our drummer!!!
Seif: Right....
DAY: Ok, so, hit this one!! *points to bass drum*
*BUM*
DAY: *sweatdrop* Hehhe, ok, so hit this one! *points to ride cymbal*
*TISH*
DAY: Heh, erm.....ok, hit them one after the other!!
*BUM* *TISH*
DAY: *twitch* I despair, i really do, do what ya want.....*wanders off to teh cafeteria in search of the magic Mountain Dew*
Seif: Seems alright... *starts playing a drum riff taht would put jJohn Bonham from led Zep to shame*
All; O_o, right...
KOV: I've had enough of auditions, lets just say taht everyone who wants to play summat can play it......*twitch*
And finally, the band get together. The only major sticking point was the band name.....KOV had several ideas, but due to his taste in musis, most of tehm had 'death', 'metal' or 'thunder' in them.
KOV: *pant* *slap* PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, IT'S ONLY A BAND NAME!!!!! *slap*
Irvine: *whispers* i've just about had it up to here with him, ya know....
KOV: I heard that......*materialises his bass, and some towering stacks of Marshalls, and raises one hand threateningly above strings* Want some??
Irvy: No, No, not the dreaded towering stacks of Marshalls!!
KOV: Yep, the old 30million decibel treatment!!
Irvy: Ok, i give in.....
DAY: Yoink! *steals irvine's hat for the 17th time in 5 minutes*
Irvy: GRAGH!! *starts to load up shotgun, but finds a paw blocking trigger mechanism*
Edward: *gnaws on asparagus* Naughty Naughty, no shoot the lead singer, yuh!
KOV: Ok, let's decide on the band name....
Irvine: How about Irvine and the Irvinettes?
Zell: Zell and the Zelletes?
Selphie: SelphandtheSelphettes?
KOV: NO, NONE OF TEH TACKY 50S THINGS!! (no offence to 50s rock lovers) Lets have something more mettally, cos we are gonna play metal....
Irvine:How about......Gold?
Zell: Silver?
Selphie: okhowaboutsteel?
KOV: nonono, how about.......fzzzt, brain gone.
DAY: How about,.....Distorted Minds??
All: I LIKE IT!!
KOV; So thats settled, the band name is Distorted Minds.
Edward: *gnaws asparagus* Hey, what can i do??
KOV: erm, you're like, 6 inches high....
Edward: *gnaws asparagus, and pulls out massive sword in process* Problem??
KOV; *gulp* er, no, not really.....you can play percussion!!
Edward: *gnaws asparagus* Then that's setteld, now, let's put an end to this soddin chapter.....
KOV: Fine, *waves hands in a way that they appear to pass through each other*
*********************************************************************** Oooh, manily grooved out. If you're expecting a cheesy clifhanger series, you're sadly mistaken. If you have any requests as to what hte band should play, then sorry, cos i play what i like, but any flames will be fed to my pink bunnies. I'm thinkin of playin some led zep, some nirvana, and a bit of judas priest and disturbed. Please R+R, cos i don't want to have to do this.....
Pink Bunnies Of Ultimate Destruction: *beep* Kill all non-reviewers *Beep*
KOV: Got the Message??
Knight Of Valhala.