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Hello Everyone! Lately my novel has been a bit estranged. I’m not sure why. With each new revision to the overall plot it gets harder and harder to write. Utterly frustrated by this feeling of writers block I decided to do a side project that would be more fun cheap online ampicillin zithromax and something I could hopefully share with all of you. As I was trying to think of fun ideas I passed out at my desk and had a vision.

A Transcription of my Vision!

God Appears

Dustin: OMG, it’s God!

God: I am God

Dustin: I know, I already covered that

God: Yes, well… where was I?

Dustin: I believe you were getting to the point.

God: Oh yes *Clears throat*

The world shakes and trumpet starts playing

God: Dustin I have come up with a fantastic idea.

Dustin: Really?

God: Of course it is I’m God!

Dustin *mumbles* I’m pretty sure you’re just ripping stuff off from Monty Python…

God: *He Booms Out* Nevertheless Dustin! I have come today to tell you what you should devote an inordinate amount of time to.

Dustin:…

God: From today onwards you will write a series of nonsensical short stories involving the same characters.

Dustin: What characters?

God: I don’t care… Wait no I do… You will write a story about characters that shamelessly rip off the names of your commetors and other blog enthusiasts.

Dustin: Do I have to?

God: Yes of course you do.

Dustin: Well I suppose you are God.

God: That’s right I’m God so there.

Dustin: I feel like this conversation is going in circles.

God: Now that that’s settled you will wake up in 3… 2… 1… oh wait there was~~~~~~~

I woke up in a puddle of drool on my desk. After wiping my mouth so my “God Knows Bunny Girl” Haruhi figurine wouldn’t see it I immediately wrote down what I must do: I’m going to attempt writing something ridiculous. What’s more since I hate making up names I’m going to shamelessly use all of you as characters (unless it really does bother you in which case I will remove your name immediately). Just to clarify I by no buy cheap acomplia means imagine that these characters resemble you in the slightest so anything they do does not reflect on you at all (ok maybe just a teensy bit). Why? Because I think it will be fun and ultimately that’s what this blog is about: Not to mention I come to anime for fantasy so creating a bit of it with your support + input could be an awful lot of fun. I’m not sure what it’s about yet, but I’m going to just go where it takes me. Feel free to comment, disapprove, or suggest anything you want. If I haven’t included you as a character yet and you want to be included let me know. Chances are I’m already planning to use you soon.

The Introduction

Jason the Moon Fang’s Friday nights normally begin with a phone call. He never answers the first call because he knows it’s his mother calling to ask him how the week went. Jason the Moon Fang doesn’t particularly dislike his mother, but he also knows you don’t get titles like Moon Fang added after your name if you talk with your mother for two hours on Friday night. Unfortunately for Jason’s mother, tonight the Moon Fang had plans.

These plans involved a wooden table that was nut unused to his presence. Etched into its uneven surface were witty slogans like “History sucks butt” and “Rocky <3 Emily”, but the table still served its main purposes. It had four legs firmly planted against the ground and an underbelly ripe with the multicolored mosaic of discarded gum. Jason walked ten blocks to sit at this table, because he had important business with the other people who gathered there: Business that had nothing to do with discarding the gum he was chewing. The gum he was chewing has nothing to do with this story!

“Jason; it’s good you could come.” said Keiri whose title cannot be disclosed at this time. If her title were revealed now it would shatter the mystery as it is far more troublesome a title than Moon Fang. To be quite frank if her title were revealed now in the third paragraph of this story there could be no story because Keiri’s title is so awesome and terrible it could shake the very foundations of the plot development. No… I the narrator am sorry, but there can be no revealing of Keiri’s title at such an early stage.

“Yeah Jason.” said Cece the Birthday Girl, bringing us back to the dialogue at hand, “You took forever, Cloudless here ate all the pizza.”

You, the reader, may be inclined to know at this time that what Cece the Birthday girl said was partially true. Though Cloudless did partially partake in the pizza’s order discount pharm sad departure from the table Cece was instead craftily trying to shift the focus away from her particular part in the consuming. It is a fact that Cece the Birthday Girl loves pizza and is constantly in denial about her love. Cece is a pizza Tsundere.

“Wait… I’m not sure your accusation is quite accurate Cece… I’m fairly sure I saw you eat three slices.” said Cloudless in an attempt to protect his upstanding reputation. Cloudless requires no title, because Cloudless’s name speaks for itself (and quite frequently).

The final member of the five person party finally took his opportunity to lean into the light. Up to this point his figure had been hunkering in the shadow leaving his identity in the dark, but only to you the reader. I, the narrator, of course always knew who this last person was, and the other four have been friends with this person long enough to recognize his silhouette at a glance. His fare, but chiseled form reflected the light into Jason’s eyes and a man clad in black sat before him.

“Um… I’m sorry are you using that chair?” said a random blonde college student.

Jason was startled, not by Passerby the Apologist who had just leaned into the light (he knew him quite well), but by the blonde college student as he was not used to members of the opposite sex approaching him unexpectedly. He fumbled for the right words. If he gave her the chair he would no longer have a place to sit. There were five chairs at this table currently and four of them were occupied by his four friends. However, if he did not give her the chair she might think him unchivalrous; and that was almost as painful as sitting on his knees for the next few hours. He hardened his resolve. Jason would somehow have to appear chivalrous while also not giving up his chair.

He braced himself and opened his mouth. He closed his eyes to grab the last remnant thoughts before speaking.

“Ywarsdlkajf” said Jason the Moon Fang.

The blonde college student, who has hap hazardously wandered into this story, gave Jason the same look you give a chimpanzee with a fist full of feces. She then placed her hand on the back of the chair and slowly inched away from Jason, hoping against all hopes, that she would never be included in this story again.

Jason crouched down on his knees in front of his four friends. This is where their story begins:

End Introduction

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So I’m not sure how this is going to go, but I’m hoping to have some fun scenarios. I obviously didn’t want to get too far in, in case anyone had a major problem with this. I will of course be including more people as the plot actually starts but for now I just wanted to try a horrible writing style. The shape this project takes is dependent on a lot of factors and I’m hoping some of you will be part of that. I just want to have fun when I don’t have anything to say about anime and I hope some of you share the same sentiment (though maybe other people have RL).

I plan to randomly intersperse pictures. Ahh, I still haven’t thought of a name for the story yet, these are very important so of course I’m open to any outrageous idea.

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