Blah: Nonsense Collector
Note: You can skip the paragraph below. It's just full of random babbling of total mind destruction. Or, you can just chose to skip the whole story, because it contains the mentioned horror.
You are probably wondering why I chose the title "Blah" (Or not). Why couldn't I have made the title "Marshmallows" instead? Well, my dear readers, the answer is simple. What is it, you may ask? Well…the answer is…because….Drum roll in the background I DON'T KNOW! –D GASP OH NO! WHERE IS MY OTHER EYE?
Disclaimer: This is FANFICTION.
It all began on one normal morning. A very normal one indeed. Well, what all began on this normal morning, one may ask…but the answer is always the same: No one knows.
As always, normal mornings include the wonders of many. And so does normal nights. And afternoons. And-I'll shut up now.
ANYWAYS, the paragraph-like-thingys above has completely nothing to do with the story. :Pause: Yes, I can sense your anger. Coming out to kill me now. Did I forget to mention that reading this will cause you brain damage? So, what this is really about, is…well…it's about letters of insanity. Yes, I am posting this on to damage innocent people's brains. In a not-so-deadly voice and crappy horror music in the background Like yours.
To: Hao-sama and Ren
A mail to your pointless favor
Hi and happy up and coming bored-day! I understand your pure happiness of un logical explanations. It is very clear to me that you have fulfilled your destiny to rule the world…I mean, that to Hao, and to Ren, to drink 10000000000000000000000000000 gallons of milk. Oh, and also Hao, for finding out Opacho's gender. Now we shall stare blankly at this paper and start doing all kinds of weird stuff to it, like what, I don't know. After that we will sit here and do nothing in particular for complete boredom.
Let's all scream until our voice boxes has no more voice and our lungs has no more air, due to the fact that we are bored out of our minds. We can also try bungee-jumping off a cliff without any safety equipments. Or, we can stab our selves in the wrist and go to heaven. When we are in heaven, we can destroy that place and then be dropped down into hell. In hell, we can act too nice and be pushed up in the middle, which is here, where we become alive again after dying. And now we sit there, our minds blank, having pure terror of boredom. Now we shall sit until we fossilize.
I will say a magic word, making a package appear out of no where. In the package, you will find these items: This note, a bar of soap for you to get a brain wash so you will feel all relaxed with nothing in your mind. The package also contains an up-coming bored-day party for you, nothing, the opposite of something, and not anything in particular. This package is obviously sent by duh, double duh and too duh to be true.
You have now gained a fair percentage of brain damage after reading this completely pointless and crappy letter. The percent is 100. For the terrific cause, I will only charge you a cheap half a cent. You have now currently gained one more hint of brain damage, making it 101. Now you shall go on to read this piece of useless…thing Oo. Anyways, back to the point. Thank you for your impatience. You may now read on until the percentage of your brain damage is 200.
NOW OBVIOUSLY, TURN THE PAGE.
FOLLOW WHAT THE LETTER SAYS! OR ELSE! Uh…:Threatens with a marshmallow: