Jade: Thanks for the review. I actually don't care whether or not the review relates to the fic or not. You can even flame me if you want. My reasoning, if you type something in the box, you've read my fic, and, whether you like it or not, I don't care, but someone's read it. Hmm, a writer wouldn't care what people think as long as the book sells 50 million copies. Anyway, there's my plea for reviews, nothing to do with your review but that kinda fits in with the mood doesn't it lol.
Hmm, I admire your strong thinking about the girls. The Townsvillians are ungrateful aren't they?
Bubblebean022
Thanks for the review! Well, here's what the email says.
Hairy Gregory: Yay, the one person anyone can always rely on to read their work. Well, Him thinks that it is divinely protected and he doesn't really want to risk getting wiped out. Lol, it isn't actually that coherent. As, I thought of the rough outline of the fic earlier that day, just in the form of a scene I'd like to write. Then I jus kinda thought how could I get to that scene. Unfortunately I got sidetracked playing gunbound (a surprisingly addictive game). So that story was really spur of the moment. As is this. I just thought out this chapter 1 hour ago along with vaguely the next chapter. As of now, I have not the foggiest idea what's going to happen next, so kinda in the same boat as everyone else. I'm just hoping that the story will fit together some how.
Hmm, do you notice the PpG section getting more inactive. I used to see my fic drop below the latest 10 updates within half a day. Now, it's still there after 2 days. Hmm…
Sum-jackass: Yeah, it's bee that long. Feels even longer though. Lol, yeh, but would anyone spend millions buying something "for the good of humanity" ?
Well, if there's anyone kind enough to read my ramblings, please take the extra few seconds to write some vestige of a review. Please?
I already wasted 10 minutes of your time for you to read this so you might as well waste more reviewing me.
"Hello, fellow colleagues
Hmm, I'm writing like this is just a friendly correspondence of no importance and I have all the time in the world to ramble on, but, I don't.
And this is immensely important. You may have heard of me talk about the scrolls, or you may have not, but either way, you must learn of these ecclesiastical writings.
You may have remembered me, as I researched passages pertaining to a certain scroll, said to be capable of wiping all evil from the planet. Needless to say, now, most priest regard it with scepticism and, I scarce believed it myself, so vague were the references. But lo, I have found it! If not that, I have certainly found a scroll at that precise location. And, it does repel demons.
Which leads to the sad occasion for this letter?
You may regard this all as the delirious babblings of a dying man when I say this, and write me off as a cave-in accident with a bump on the head, but, I am DYING, and I have no confession to give. So…I don't intend to commit the sin of lying before I die.
At the entrance, I was beset by a demon, who caused this cave to collapse after I warded him off with the scroll. And the strangest thing was, and I beseech you, do not delete this email, he was wearing a frilly dress!"
Blossom, Buttercup and Bubbles all looked
up simultaneously whispering incredulously under their breaths "HIM!"
The Professor nodded and motioned on with the letter.
"But, enough of that. Now, the most important thing is that these scrolls would not be lost to humanity forever. As, I believe all of you are scientists rather than churchmen, such as I, I beseech you to consider, the archealogical import of these, as well as the last wish of a dying man. I hope one of you at least will find it in his heart to come and save this.
This is the La Pesa Excavation site, quite in the middle of nowhere, but, best described as being along the Guadalquivir, overlooked by the Mulhacen. There should be a village nearby, where my excavation workers lived. Perhaps, they are still there.
My mission is done, I can do no more.
Now, I'll pray in the last moments of my life, to go to my lord god.
Hopefully
Howard Grave…"
Blossom looked over questioningly at the Professor.
"And, you believe this?"
The Professor glanced uncomfortably around, shuffling his feet.
"Well, no, not really, but I just heard you three arguing and felt like, I had to stop you some how and…"
Blossom looked thoughtful as she looked at the email and a post script at the bottom.
Creencia es Realidad
Belief is reality
She made up her mind and smiled up at them.
"Let's go for it"
One other person in Townsville also got a copy of that email. One Professor Jojo of astrology and mechanics.
He sat in his armchair in front of the massive technologically advanced supercomputer hunched over planning his new diabolical plan.
Until a little blue box on the bottom right hand corner popped out saying "You have just received one new message from howardgrave@lapesa.com"
"Hmm, I wonder what this could be as I have never seen a Howard Grave, therefore he should not have my email, therefore he should not be sending me things which are intended for me to see, so this can't be intended for me to see, as he does not have my email which would make it impossible as I have never met him before to give him my email."
Mojo paused for a moment to regain his breath, before clicking on it.
"Ah, I see, I gave him my email while I was stealing his valuable research which was not so valuable afterwards as it was all nonsensical rubbish and therefore a waste of time, therefore this is not worth my time as it will undoubtedly also waste my valuable time which I could be using to make my ultimate plan to destroy the Powerpuff girls and take over Townsville, which I will do when I have more time and am not distracted by meaningless bibblebabble like this."
Mojo read through it quickly, then scoffed.
" A red demon in a dress indeed, I laugh at this as it is laudable and so I…"
Then, suddenly he blanched.
"Why, that seems to be a direct description of Him, as it is undoubtedly…"
After a few more minutes of rambling to himself, he quickly printed off a copy and forwarded it to Him, before returning to his maniacal planning, quickly forgetting the email.
The Professor sat at the dining room table with Blossom Buttercup and Bubbles.
"Hmm, Blossom, exactly how do you plan to do this?"
"Well, Professor, we can fly over to Spain, pick up the scroll and be back by nightfall"
The professor rubbed his hand over his eyes.
"No, it's not that simple. There are customs and laws. You'll have to go across legally."
Then Buttercup, seeing a chance perhaps to get out of Townsville for a spell piped up.
"Yeah, but we can do that, you can get us plane tickets, it's your friends last wish. WE can take care of ourselves, we can fly back home if necessary"
Blossom frowned at Buttercup guessing her motives.
"Yes but, okay, yeah Professor, we can take care of ourselves, and it won't be for long, just to pick up a scroll, how hard can it be"
The Professor sighed then pondered over it for a while, then, sighed again.
"Okay, okay, we can think about it. Just give me tonight to think about it. Go to sleep quickly now, and I'll try to organise a quick trip"
"YAY!"
All three girls cheered as they flew upstairs to get to bed, before the Professor could change his mind and tell them. The Professor just sighed and sat there, smoking his pipe for a while.
Mojo carried on with his planning, muttering under his breath occasionally when his phone rang. Annoyed he lifted the receiver to his ear.
"What is this! I have to get on with my incessant planning to destroy the powerpuff girls which will allow me to conquer Townsville, but I cannot because I keep on getting these distractions whereby I cannot plan and the Powerpuff girls will remain undestroyed and they will prevent me from conquering Townsville"
Mojo snapped into his phone. He froze when he heard the reply.
"Oh, Shut up, your plans are worthless anyway Mojo, Get all the villains you can get and bring all your junk along as well, get them all to Spain by daybreak. Don't ask questions. I can't stand your gibbering. I'll explain along the way."
With that he hung up.
Mojo stood their for a moment. What could Him want. But it didn't do much good angering the evillest of all evils, so, he gathered one of his armouries into a large jet.
The Powerpuff girls went to bed, and for the first time in weeks, their phone did not ring once to awake them.
What if there was a secret that could ensure world peace?
Would you risk everything for it?
Would you die for it?
Would you review for it?
You know what you must do
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