The authors realized that the Nazgul had not yet been mentioned, and were
depressed. So, the authors turned their all-seeing eyes to the camp of the
depressed Nazgul.
"Screechy." The lead Nazgul said.
"Skuh-reech!" Nazgul #2 said.
Translation: "Rock!" "Ha! Paper covers rock!"
Then, another Nazgul came over. "Sckrrreech?"
Translation: "Aren't we supposed to be doing something?"
The Nazgul stopped playing Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot! and stared at one another. The remaining Nazgul came over, and more staring commenced. They stood staring for quite a while before Nazgul #5 said, "ScrrEEchy?"
Translation: "Maybe?"
Just then, the Blue Eyes White Dragon flew overhead and let out a roar. The Nazgul watched it lovingly, admiring the way it flew and its bright (albeit strange) colors.
"Screeechy... skug-REEch-EE..." The head Nazgul sighed.
Translation: "Wow... I want that dragon..."
The other Nazgul nodded. Then, they packed up their brightly colored Ohio State tents and walked on, pursuing the beautiful dragon.
~*~
Sam and Frodo trudged on. Neither could fail to notice the BEWD was following them, but it didn't bother them. "You liars!" Frodo shouted at the sky. "You weren't supposed to write us for a long time!" But the authors didn't hear him, for he had shouted up, and the authors resided down, down below.
~*~
The Nazgul followed, but walking was so slow that they decided to hop on their dragons to catch the beautiful one.
~*~
"Mr. Frodo, do you hear something?" Sam asked, casting a glance over his shoulder.
"I hear you, I hear the dragon, I hear the Ring..." Frodo blinked. "Er... Hey! I hear something else!"
~*~
The Nazgul began screeching happily, now that they were closer to their precious.
~*~
"Oh my Elbereth! It's the Nazgul, Sam! They're after me!" Frodo screamed, hiding behind his gardener.
"SkrrrEEEchY!" Nazgul #7 said.
Translation: "Don't flatter yourself, hobbit!"
~*~
A dark shadow crept through the woods, nostrils flaring. He was emaciated and filthy, each other of his ribs showing clearly. His skin was a strange pastel-like color, as if he's stayed in the dark too long. Bags hung under his eyes, yet those eyes were still alert and watching. He was tired, but he couldn't rest... for he had sensed the object for which he was searching.
"Nassty hobbitsesss... they sstole our preciousss..." Busy over-pronouncing his S's, he stopped watching for a moment, ran into a tree, and collapsed on top of Joey.
~*~
Yami and Aragorn continued wandering, still chattering ("And then my horse threw me into the tree, and when I fell out, it trampled all over me..." "Oh really? That's like the time I had a duel in which Gaia the Fierce Knight missed its opponent and crashed into the wall..."), when Aragorn's sharp eyes suddenly glimpsed something... hot pink...
"What the...?"
~*~
Seto sat unhappily, realizing that his dragon still hadn't come back. "Noo..." he moaned, when he realized that he had company.
"Kaiba?" Yami called incredulously. "What happened to your..." Yami couldn't even said it, and motioned towards his head."
"I've finally figured out your secret," Seto crowed. "To summon, one needs sharp hair in strange colors. Moments ago, I summoned my Blue Eyes White Dragon."
"Well? Where is it?"
"Well, it hasn't come back yet. So I'll just have to summon another."
~*~
The Nazgul had somehow managed to tie the first BEWD down. Currently arguing over who should get the dragon, they all looked up when another roar. They grinned at each other.
~*~
When the second BEWD failed to return, Kaiba summoned his final dragon.
~*~
As the lead Nazgul tried to mount the first dragon, yet another appeared. "Skuh-ReeeCH!"
Translation: Elbereth smiles upon us!"
Unfortunately, as the Nazgul resembled the foulest creatures to exist, aka the authoresses' minions, this was quite a bad thing. The Nazgul began to wither.
~*~
Seto had finally managed to bribe Yami to send out yet another dragon to search for the first three.
"I summon... Winged Dragon, Guardian of the Fortress #1!" Yami inwardly cursed the man who had named the dragon that. Upon remembering that it was Pegasus, and that he had already cursed the man many times, he. did nothing.
~*~
Having lost his Yami, Bakura began aimlessly wandering through the forest. There was really nothing for him to do, as he was only there for his Millennium Ring, and because the rabid fangirls would kill the authoresses if he was sent back.
~*~
After the Nazgul stopped withering, they again tried to mount these new dragons. It was quite difficult, as the dragons were 2-D, and because the five Nazgul without such brightly colored dragons kept pushing the more (?) fortunate Nazgul off.
"Screechy." The lead Nazgul said.
"Skuh-reech!" Nazgul #2 said.
Translation: "Rock!" "Ha! Paper covers rock!"
Then, another Nazgul came over. "Sckrrreech?"
Translation: "Aren't we supposed to be doing something?"
The Nazgul stopped playing Rock, Paper, Scissors, Shoot! and stared at one another. The remaining Nazgul came over, and more staring commenced. They stood staring for quite a while before Nazgul #5 said, "ScrrEEchy?"
Translation: "Maybe?"
Just then, the Blue Eyes White Dragon flew overhead and let out a roar. The Nazgul watched it lovingly, admiring the way it flew and its bright (albeit strange) colors.
"Screeechy... skug-REEch-EE..." The head Nazgul sighed.
Translation: "Wow... I want that dragon..."
The other Nazgul nodded. Then, they packed up their brightly colored Ohio State tents and walked on, pursuing the beautiful dragon.
~*~
Sam and Frodo trudged on. Neither could fail to notice the BEWD was following them, but it didn't bother them. "You liars!" Frodo shouted at the sky. "You weren't supposed to write us for a long time!" But the authors didn't hear him, for he had shouted up, and the authors resided down, down below.
~*~
The Nazgul followed, but walking was so slow that they decided to hop on their dragons to catch the beautiful one.
~*~
"Mr. Frodo, do you hear something?" Sam asked, casting a glance over his shoulder.
"I hear you, I hear the dragon, I hear the Ring..." Frodo blinked. "Er... Hey! I hear something else!"
~*~
The Nazgul began screeching happily, now that they were closer to their precious.
~*~
"Oh my Elbereth! It's the Nazgul, Sam! They're after me!" Frodo screamed, hiding behind his gardener.
"SkrrrEEEchY!" Nazgul #7 said.
Translation: "Don't flatter yourself, hobbit!"
~*~
A dark shadow crept through the woods, nostrils flaring. He was emaciated and filthy, each other of his ribs showing clearly. His skin was a strange pastel-like color, as if he's stayed in the dark too long. Bags hung under his eyes, yet those eyes were still alert and watching. He was tired, but he couldn't rest... for he had sensed the object for which he was searching.
"Nassty hobbitsesss... they sstole our preciousss..." Busy over-pronouncing his S's, he stopped watching for a moment, ran into a tree, and collapsed on top of Joey.
~*~
Yami and Aragorn continued wandering, still chattering ("And then my horse threw me into the tree, and when I fell out, it trampled all over me..." "Oh really? That's like the time I had a duel in which Gaia the Fierce Knight missed its opponent and crashed into the wall..."), when Aragorn's sharp eyes suddenly glimpsed something... hot pink...
"What the...?"
~*~
Seto sat unhappily, realizing that his dragon still hadn't come back. "Noo..." he moaned, when he realized that he had company.
"Kaiba?" Yami called incredulously. "What happened to your..." Yami couldn't even said it, and motioned towards his head."
"I've finally figured out your secret," Seto crowed. "To summon, one needs sharp hair in strange colors. Moments ago, I summoned my Blue Eyes White Dragon."
"Well? Where is it?"
"Well, it hasn't come back yet. So I'll just have to summon another."
~*~
The Nazgul had somehow managed to tie the first BEWD down. Currently arguing over who should get the dragon, they all looked up when another roar. They grinned at each other.
~*~
When the second BEWD failed to return, Kaiba summoned his final dragon.
~*~
As the lead Nazgul tried to mount the first dragon, yet another appeared. "Skuh-ReeeCH!"
Translation: Elbereth smiles upon us!"
Unfortunately, as the Nazgul resembled the foulest creatures to exist, aka the authoresses' minions, this was quite a bad thing. The Nazgul began to wither.
~*~
Seto had finally managed to bribe Yami to send out yet another dragon to search for the first three.
"I summon... Winged Dragon, Guardian of the Fortress #1!" Yami inwardly cursed the man who had named the dragon that. Upon remembering that it was Pegasus, and that he had already cursed the man many times, he. did nothing.
~*~
Having lost his Yami, Bakura began aimlessly wandering through the forest. There was really nothing for him to do, as he was only there for his Millennium Ring, and because the rabid fangirls would kill the authoresses if he was sent back.
~*~
After the Nazgul stopped withering, they again tried to mount these new dragons. It was quite difficult, as the dragons were 2-D, and because the five Nazgul without such brightly colored dragons kept pushing the more (?) fortunate Nazgul off.