Pogosword: Now it's my turn to show the great art of on-line typed fake
stories for the fun of it.
DarkLink313: Really now Sonny Jim?
Pogosword: Yes, now stand back and be amazed by my art.
DarkLink313: How 'artful' can it be. I mean you think you can write a better story than my Fire Emblem.
Pogosword: You're calling Fire Emblem good? Egad man, you write as well as Com-Chien can get with the ladies.
Com-Chien: What? Did I hear my name?
Pogosword and DarkLink313: No!
Com-Chien: Bye.
Pogosword: What a loser. He should stick to Gunbound.
DarkLink313: And you should stick to your. . . your. . . SHUT UP!
Pogosword: This is my story. You shut up.
DarkLink313: No problemo.
Pogosword: No back talk?
DarkLink313: . . .
Chapter one: The Coming
After Strong Bad finishes up his 84th time of watching Deep Impact, with Pom-Pom, the Cheat, and Strong Mad, he decides he better find a better way to spend his life. The weather was cold outside. Marzipan was getting her picket signs ready, but for a new reason, not eat candy corn. Though it may have the healthiness of corn, it has the unhealthiness of candy, which isn't natural. Homestar was trick or treating from empty house to empty house, because the 'ween in Decemberween confused him. Strong Sad found a hobby, trying to make the Poopsmith talk. Coach Z and Bubs were in the business of coaching people on how to dance, using a combination of the skills of both of them. And because no one cares about the King of Towns, we can believe that he is stuck in a vat of butter. (What a dream for all of us.)
Meanwhile, Homestar makes his way down the block of houses until he got to Strong Bad's house. "Ooh, Strwong Bade, he's gotta have something good to eat," Homestar muttered to himself. Before Homestar went critically insane, the door opened.
"Oh crap, what are you doing here?" asked Strong Bad with an angry tone.
"Trick or treat!" yelled Homestar.
"What? Trick or treat? Umm. dumbface. this is Decemberween time, not Halloween time."
"Ooooooooooohh," replied Homestar blankly. "So, what did you get me then?"
"Who said I got you anything?"
"Uhh."
"Exactly, now leave and go cry in a pool of tears. Maybe my brother will join you. He's been saying something about this being the final year. Whatever though, he can't mean anything serious."
"Ay ay, captain," Homestar said as he left.
Strong Bad closed the door and thought to himself that wouldn't it hurt to be as stupid as Homestar. He pondered of what he was going to do. Instead, we went to check his e-mail.
"The E-mail. so much can be said about the E-mail," muttered Strong Bad as he normally does. The letter read:
Dear Stwrong Bade,
What are you getting me for Decemberween this year? Did I say me, I meant to say Homestar.
-Not Homestar
Not by the stick, Ca
"Well, you want to know what he is getting. I'm not sure yet to be honest. Don't get me wrong, I hate the guy's guts, but still. should I get him something? Wait a minute this gives me an idea." Strong Bad dictated as he typed simultaneously.
DarkLink313: Really now Sonny Jim?
Pogosword: Yes, now stand back and be amazed by my art.
DarkLink313: How 'artful' can it be. I mean you think you can write a better story than my Fire Emblem.
Pogosword: You're calling Fire Emblem good? Egad man, you write as well as Com-Chien can get with the ladies.
Com-Chien: What? Did I hear my name?
Pogosword and DarkLink313: No!
Com-Chien: Bye.
Pogosword: What a loser. He should stick to Gunbound.
DarkLink313: And you should stick to your. . . your. . . SHUT UP!
Pogosword: This is my story. You shut up.
DarkLink313: No problemo.
Pogosword: No back talk?
DarkLink313: . . .
Chapter one: The Coming
After Strong Bad finishes up his 84th time of watching Deep Impact, with Pom-Pom, the Cheat, and Strong Mad, he decides he better find a better way to spend his life. The weather was cold outside. Marzipan was getting her picket signs ready, but for a new reason, not eat candy corn. Though it may have the healthiness of corn, it has the unhealthiness of candy, which isn't natural. Homestar was trick or treating from empty house to empty house, because the 'ween in Decemberween confused him. Strong Sad found a hobby, trying to make the Poopsmith talk. Coach Z and Bubs were in the business of coaching people on how to dance, using a combination of the skills of both of them. And because no one cares about the King of Towns, we can believe that he is stuck in a vat of butter. (What a dream for all of us.)
Meanwhile, Homestar makes his way down the block of houses until he got to Strong Bad's house. "Ooh, Strwong Bade, he's gotta have something good to eat," Homestar muttered to himself. Before Homestar went critically insane, the door opened.
"Oh crap, what are you doing here?" asked Strong Bad with an angry tone.
"Trick or treat!" yelled Homestar.
"What? Trick or treat? Umm. dumbface. this is Decemberween time, not Halloween time."
"Ooooooooooohh," replied Homestar blankly. "So, what did you get me then?"
"Who said I got you anything?"
"Uhh."
"Exactly, now leave and go cry in a pool of tears. Maybe my brother will join you. He's been saying something about this being the final year. Whatever though, he can't mean anything serious."
"Ay ay, captain," Homestar said as he left.
Strong Bad closed the door and thought to himself that wouldn't it hurt to be as stupid as Homestar. He pondered of what he was going to do. Instead, we went to check his e-mail.
"The E-mail. so much can be said about the E-mail," muttered Strong Bad as he normally does. The letter read:
Dear Stwrong Bade,
What are you getting me for Decemberween this year? Did I say me, I meant to say Homestar.
-Not Homestar
Not by the stick, Ca
"Well, you want to know what he is getting. I'm not sure yet to be honest. Don't get me wrong, I hate the guy's guts, but still. should I get him something? Wait a minute this gives me an idea." Strong Bad dictated as he typed simultaneously.