Author's Note:
It's been a while, but here I am again! I know it's a bit early in the game to say this, but updates might become sporadic becuuuzzzz...
*drumroll*
I'm working on Minecraft animations!
*ba-dum crash!*
Every single morning, I wake up at 6:15, read my Bible and work on fanfictions and stuff from 6:45 to 7:00 where I start working on the animations. Most of my work will be dedicated to animating, but I'm not completely quitting. Actually, very rare chance (read very VERY rare chance), but if I don't have anything to do, I miiight just consider animating something from one of my fanfictions. But read, that's very rare! It's only a thought in my head right now. Anyways, nuff said! Onto the roulette!
GreenDeLaBean writes:
Haven't been on lately but I thought of this one.
3 and 7 are enjoying a nice lunch out when 3 accidentally eats Red beans and gets all sorts of health problems. 10 cures 3 for eating Red de la Bean.
3 dies while looking at the de la Hospital Bill $$$ (because heck ur lyfe, pay up now 3).
Me: Convert dat, Crisper!
Crisper: Okay! (we hear President Barack Obama reading the Constitution)
Vincent: Well, dear, while we wait for him, do you need me to do you a favor? Hmmm?
Me: Wait! What're you doing here?!
Vincent: Just thought I'd drop by.
Me: First you invade TCoaL and now THIS?!
Vincent: 0_0
Me: (groans) What's it say, Crisper?
*ding!*
Nohr and the Death Bowl Announcer are enjoying a nice lunch out when Nohr accidentally eats Red beans and gets all sorts of health problems. Aiden cures Nohr for eating Red de la Bean.
Nohr dies while looking at de la Hospital Bill $$$ (because heck ur lyfe, pay up now Nohr!)
*Crisper and I exchange glances*
Vincent: Hit it, Crisper!
Me: Hey! That's my-
Crisper: (hits it before this note gets longer)
It is a beautiful day out at Eat de la Food, an amazing restaurant that serves both snakes AND green beans. I guess their only problem is their constant tendency to mix the green beans with the sneks and feed them to small children... meh. Not worse than what Fredbear's got goin' on...
The Death Bowl Announcer has decided to take Nohr out on a lovely luncheon. Despite herself, Nohr actually agrees to this. Let's see where that goes.
"So, I get that you invited me to lunch and all but we need to get down to business... why'd you invite me?" Nohr asks as she and the Death Bowl Announcer share an appetizer. Green beans, of course!... or are those sneks?
"Well, Nohr, it's because... I, um..." He blushes slightly, looking away. You, the reader, also blush slightly, looking away of course. You have no idea why this story is starting to get one-sidedly mushy. You are also beginning to fangirl over the ship and think that this guy needs a name. I now meet the public demand. "I... needed to tell you that I have a name, is all..." He lies, looking back at her with a smile from behind his mask. Nohr sends him an annoyed, confused look before nodding at him to go on. "Well, my name is... Darwin." He tells her.
Typical name for a griefer. They were certified Darwinists, or at least that's what they seemed to live, er, grief by. Nohr sent him an encouraging grin before their waiter walks up to the table. The first thing to catch their eyes is the fact that the waiter is Ocelott.
"Hiya! Here yah go!" She chides, placing a plate of red beans in front of them. She walks away before she is bitten by someone's plate of "green beans". She promptly dies. Rest in peace, Ocelott. You needed a nap, anyways.
"Ooh! Red beans! What do they taste like?!" Nohr suddenly screams before putting on a scuba mask and diving into the plate of food, finishing it before anyone can say 'Magnus was King of Boomtown before Jesse kicked his butt!'. Okay, adamantly that's a mouthful, but... still, she ate the food pretty fast. Darwin didn't even have time to ask her what she thought about the food before she collapsed to the floor.
"Uhh... Nohr?" He pulled out a redstone torch and prodded her a few times with it. "NOHR?!" He screams, catching the attention of a few onlookers. Suddenly you, the reader, burst into tears. You spend ten seconds shipping Darnohr and then she drops out and dies? Hmm, not quite, actually.
Darwin spots an old man sitting in a corner, white hair covering his bearded face. He looks so wise and powerful, so naturally Darwin assumes that he will hold in helping him out. Darwin rushes up to the old man.
"Old, wise, powerful sir, my friend has eaten something poisonous and bad! She has fallen very ill, sir! What must I do?" If you wonder of the sudden use of sentence patterns unusual, you must know that to encounter a man of such knowledge, one must speak in tones wiser than usual. We continue now.
The wise old man slowly opened his eyes, looking directly at Darwin's soul.
"Ah, yes. Your friend hath devoured that which is... the Red beans." Everyone in the room gasps at the words 'Red beans', some even going as far as fainting out of their chairs.
"The Red beans?" Everyone in the room gasps at the words 'Red beans', some even going as far as fainting out of their chairs.
"Yes. The Red beans-" Everyone in the room gasps at the words 'Red beans', some even going as far as fainting out of their chairs. "-Hold a poison so dangerous, that just from eating one of the Red beans-" Everyone in the room gasps at the- "Would you stop that?!" The wise old man shouts at me. Flinching, I agree. "Okay. They hold a poison so dangerous, that just form eating one of the Red beans-" Everyone in the room really can't help but to gasp at the words 'Red beans' and some even go as far as fainting out of their chairs. "-Can cause an onslaught of horrible diseases and death!"
"Death?! Nonono! She can't die!" Darwin shouts, using his memorably loud voice. A few others stand up as well to protest.
"She can't die! I ship Darnohr so hard!" One of them in particular screams. After getting a few odd looks from a few others, she joins FFN to spread the love! Smart girl! Anywhozums, the old wise man strokes his beard in thought.
"Ah, yes. There is a cure. You must venture through the Flowing Fields of Gold, backpack over the Mount of Dreams Unkempt. There you will meet the Stunning Ocelotticus who will tell you the many secrets of the universe! There you must ask her about the truthiness of Jesse and his wiles of heroicism. Write down what she says. Then you must travel through the Village of Despair! Watch out, there's quicksand and things that will suck you down if you let the sadness get to you. There was once a boy who was riding a white horse through that part. The horse didn't make it. But then the boy got to ride on a magical luck dragon! Then there was this angry-couple, laser-eye Sphinxes and-" Everyone stares at the old man who is obviously getting a bit too excited about topics other than the trifling one at hand. Stopping, he clears his throat and continues in a tone of wisdom. "After you walk through the Village of Despair, you must cross the Bridge to Knowledge. There you will recite the things you wrote down to him in poetic form. Only in this manner shall you proceed to the boss level! At this boss level, you must defeat Herobrine in a staring contest!" The word 'contest' echoes through the room as everyone looks on confusedly. "... or you can use that phone and call an ambulance." He adds, totally dropping the mystical, guru 'I know all the secrets to the universe' act. Darwin mentally facepalms and rushes to grab the telephone.
After a few hours, paramedics arrive on the scene before painstakingly slowly address Nohr. This, of course, is after they order a nine-course meal. Amazingly, Nohr manages to hold out somehow.
Days later, Nohr wakes up at the hospital with Darwin at her heels. All is well... until the following day.
"Ah, it seems our patien has awakened!" The doctor announces cheerfully as he walks into the room one day. "Well, seeming that you are in perfect condition to leave, here is the bill." He hands Nohr a little sheet of paper. It's so small and she is glad.
"Man! This sheet of paper's so tiny! I'll bet the bill isn't even that big!" She reads the bill aloud. "E^100? Ha! I make more money than that already! 100 dollars isn't a lot!" She laughs before Darwin pulls out a calculator. After punching a few numbers, he calculates it and... his calculator runs away.
"The number's so big an scary!" It screams behind itself. Nohr suddenly dies.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhr!" Darwin screams.
Author's Note:
Well, that wasn't so bad... if you ship Darnohr now, let me know in the reviews! As usual, thanks for reading!