The Conspiracy
(Yes, there is a conspiracy, lade-freakin-da)
Vash the Stampede is walking through the desert one day. (Walking through the desert may seem idiotic, but then again, Vash is an idiot.) And he happened by the rotting carcass of a dead man.
Vash: Dude, that's gross.
Shut up! I'm telling the story here.
Vash: But still!
ANYWAY! He saw that the body was mangled, as if someone had just picked the man up and crinkled him up like a piece of paper.
Vash: This looks like the work of Legato.
No kidding, unless it's the Nebraska family, but they're in jail.
Vash: Is the narrator supposed to talk to the characters?
No, but it's my story and I'll do whatever I want.
Vash: (sticks tongue out)
Hey, do you want me to hurt you?
Vash: How you gonna do that?
All I have to do is say it, and it'll happen. Like this, suddenly, a rock fell out of the sky and hit Vash in the head.
Vash: OW!!
Now, will you shut up and let me finish?
Vash: Fine, Mr. Big Shot Narrator.
Thank you, ahem. Vash dug a grave for the mangled body; he figured with such a horrible death, the poor soul at least deserved a proper burial.
Vash:(sniff) So sad.
Sniff Yeah. Anyway, Vash continued walking, trying to keep from envisioning the horrible slaughter.
Vash: Too late....ugh(puke)
Dude, now THAT'S gross.
Vash: Sorry.
So, Vash thought about Rem and whistled her song.
Vash :(whistle).......this song makes me cry.
Shut up and whistle!
Vash: Okay, okay, jeeze. (Whistle)
Vash continued walking until he came upon a small town. And, naturally, he walked into the first tavern he saw.
Vash: Now, that's what I'm talking about. I'll take a beer and a salmon sandwich!
Fine, he asks for a beer and a salmon sandwich.
Barkeep: This here tavern's been dry for 3 weeks and we haven't had salmon in over a year.
Vash: Noooooooooo!
Ha-ha, did you really think I'd let you have it.
Vash: I hate you.
It's a conspiracy.
Vash: What's a conspiracy?
It's when people do things to other people without wanting anyone else to know about it, so they create a reason for the people to not believe the truth.
Vash: I knew that, I meant, what's the conspiracy here?
That people think this story has a point and will go on for a few more pages.
Vash: O_o? And will it?
Nope.
THE END! ||||||||
(Yes, that was the conspiracy) ^_^.
(Yes, there is a conspiracy, lade-freakin-da)
Vash the Stampede is walking through the desert one day. (Walking through the desert may seem idiotic, but then again, Vash is an idiot.) And he happened by the rotting carcass of a dead man.
Vash: Dude, that's gross.
Shut up! I'm telling the story here.
Vash: But still!
ANYWAY! He saw that the body was mangled, as if someone had just picked the man up and crinkled him up like a piece of paper.
Vash: This looks like the work of Legato.
No kidding, unless it's the Nebraska family, but they're in jail.
Vash: Is the narrator supposed to talk to the characters?
No, but it's my story and I'll do whatever I want.
Vash: (sticks tongue out)
Hey, do you want me to hurt you?
Vash: How you gonna do that?
All I have to do is say it, and it'll happen. Like this, suddenly, a rock fell out of the sky and hit Vash in the head.
Vash: OW!!
Now, will you shut up and let me finish?
Vash: Fine, Mr. Big Shot Narrator.
Thank you, ahem. Vash dug a grave for the mangled body; he figured with such a horrible death, the poor soul at least deserved a proper burial.
Vash:(sniff) So sad.
Sniff Yeah. Anyway, Vash continued walking, trying to keep from envisioning the horrible slaughter.
Vash: Too late....ugh(puke)
Dude, now THAT'S gross.
Vash: Sorry.
So, Vash thought about Rem and whistled her song.
Vash :(whistle).......this song makes me cry.
Shut up and whistle!
Vash: Okay, okay, jeeze. (Whistle)
Vash continued walking until he came upon a small town. And, naturally, he walked into the first tavern he saw.
Vash: Now, that's what I'm talking about. I'll take a beer and a salmon sandwich!
Fine, he asks for a beer and a salmon sandwich.
Barkeep: This here tavern's been dry for 3 weeks and we haven't had salmon in over a year.
Vash: Noooooooooo!
Ha-ha, did you really think I'd let you have it.
Vash: I hate you.
It's a conspiracy.
Vash: What's a conspiracy?
It's when people do things to other people without wanting anyone else to know about it, so they create a reason for the people to not believe the truth.
Vash: I knew that, I meant, what's the conspiracy here?
That people think this story has a point and will go on for a few more pages.
Vash: O_o? And will it?
Nope.
THE END! ||||||||
(Yes, that was the conspiracy) ^_^.