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EW!tuxlord123 wrote:I bet you and Alex are making out as we speak
Oh. We have to make our own vocabulary list. Like because out teacher thinks it isn't fair to give everyone the same vocabulary because people know different words.ZoruaTheAether wrote:sigh
souped up
asset
slouched
hitched
madras
cowlick
loping
finely drawn
unfathomable
rarities
cooler
marked lousy
savvy
sarcasm
struck dumb
roguishly
winced
incredulous
nonchalantly
bickering
shanghaiing
stricken
vaguely
No we have to have 4 words per chapter. So I pretend I don't know all the slang wordsZoruaTheAether wrote:@Janet OMFG IF THAT WAS US I WOULD HAVE LIKE 6 WORDS FOR THE WHOLE BOOK
@Eli It's okay I don't mind
well actually I don't know some of the words, but not a lot.
yeah sure... because I can totally make out with alex and type at the same time.tuxlord123 wrote:I bet you and Alex are making out as we speak
Wait how would you know that without trying? :Ojea150174 wrote:yeah sure... because I can totally make out with alex and type at the same time.tuxlord123 wrote:I bet you and Alex are making out as we speak
No where near...BobTheConquere wrote:Ah, yes. The power of the multitasking. (almost as powerful as the power of procrastination)
I CAN'T THINK OF A TITLEZoruaTheAether wrote:You are a mere village peasant living on the outskirts of nowhere. Recently, an evil mage-tyrant guy with an incredibly hideous cowlick has taken over the kingdom. your fellows have chosen you to save them all. Why that is is unfathomable to you.| You have been given a madras hat to accomapany you. How kind of them.d Your mission is to go through the woods, penetrate the kings castle, and slay the idiot that brought this stupid task on you in the first place. You are to set out at dawn
THE NEXTMORNINGDAWN...
You wave to your peers as you depart for your journey. Your assets are your pet chicken Rhubarb, some Salisbury steaks, and of course, your beloved Madras. Also your trusty ballpoint pen. After all, the pen is mightier than the sword.| Rhubarb chatters to herself as the two of you nonchalantly lope towards the deadly, unforgiving, Bunny Forest.| You unsheathe your pen. You cannot be too cautious in these surroundings. Something rustles in the bush beside you. The two of you freeze. |A bunny pops out. And then another. And another. Suddenly, you are surrounded by small, pink bunnies. And oh my god they all have cowlicks. |They all stare hungrily at you and Rhubarb out of their beady black eyes. Even with your pen, you doubt you will make it out alive. |You then remember the steaks in your bag. Would you sacrifice one of these precious rarities to save your life? |......No. You are stricken. How could you even suggest that? You glance at Rhubarb. She sits at your feet, bickering to herself.| Sudddenly you cannot stand the tension anymore. You pick up Rhubarb, and fling her at the rabbits.| Rhubarb flops on the ground. The bunnies do not flinch. This is the end for you. As you stand there, wishing you could have at least eaten one of the steaks, a distant sound catches the bunnies attention. |They all hop away. How anticlimactic! You are disappointed. |Rhubarb stares at you incredulously. It must be of the earlier incident. Nevertheless, you continue through the forest. |You soon emerge out of the forest, in front of the old king's castle. It was quite charming. Was. Until someone in particular ordered to construct a cowlick right on the top. Ugh. |Two guards stand at the entrance. As you approach them, one of them tells you to get lost, or it'll be straight to the dungeon for you. The other asks for your address. The first one tells you to go away. You suspect that they are either drunk, or just really stupid.| You decide that this story's going downhill really fast, and shanghai the guards of their possessions. |You enter the castle, which isn't really a castle but a spiral staircase with a single floor at the top. Rhubarb sits on your head, as you make your way up to the top. |When you arrive at the top, the tyrant is waiting for you, which kind of stinks because you wanted to ambush him. |You threaten him with your pen. He threatens you back with a sword. How stupid! Pen always beats sword! Right? He lunges at you. You barely dodge. He attacks again. |You threaten him with your pen. He threatens you back with a sword. How stupid! Pen always beats sword! Right? He lunges at you. You barely dodge. He attacks again.You threaten him with your pen. He threatens you back with a sword. How stupid! Pen always beats sword! Right? He lunges at you. You barely dodge. He attacks again. |You plea with him, asking that if he leaves, you'll give him half of one of your steaks, maybe even a whole. He briefly considers this. |During that slight moment, Rhubarb jumps from your head, grabs you madras hat, pulls it over the tyrant's eyes, and shoves him out the window. |You are awestruck at why you couldn't have done that yourself. The two of you look out the window. The tyrant appears to have been impaled on the guards' spears. |Triumphantly, you pick up your pen, and with Rhubarb, do an awesome pose.
THE END. GOD.
That was a book name...ZoruaTheAether wrote:The outcasts of 19 schuler's place! or whatever that was
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