Oh hi, it's Quezzy here. Well, I'm kinda bored right now... Aren't you, ReZ?
Uh huh...
Hey... I have an idea!
What?
Let's write a story! I'll write one paragraph, and you'll write another!
Fine, but since we don't have time, we'll only write the climax...
Okay, let's start!
Zac Ohmsford felt trapped. All around him, cliffs rose high into the clouds, and there was no escape except for the one he used to get here. He was trapped, with no way of escape... He looked down in his hand and stared at the hunting knife that all Valemen carried with them and immediately regretted not having mastered the wishsong...
Zac sensed movement. The Dark Knight Drongy was near, he knew. My time on this world is up, he thought, as he felt his frustration at being trapped turn to despair. Tears fell upon his face. He took up his knife and put it on his forearm, slowly drawing it across, relishing the last moments of life and pain as he would know it...
Suddenly, Drongy materialised in front of Zac Ohmsford and his depression turned into despair. Holding his bloodied knife in front of him, he knew he would never be a match for the greatest skill that Drongy knew: Target 120. However, he would not give up so easily. Never go down without a fight, he thought. Then, a burning sensation welled up within him, a sensation he could only barely control. However he knew that Drongy would have the upper hand if he succumbed and that he would definitely die...
However, he could not hold on any longer. As the pain seared through him, he lost the grip of his knife, and it landed, blade facing down, on his foot. He could not feel in, for the pain he was in was far greater than any mortal wound. Dark clouds gathered above him, and rain splashed downward to mingle with his tears. Why me?, he thought, and then realised he had the answer all along. Life was unfair.
Suddenly, the burning sensation took over his body. Both he and Drongy were shocked at the massive amount of power it let loose, enveloping Drongy. Then, the sensation formed into words and Zac *shove* ReZ Ohmsford stared screeching 'songs' at Drongy, which was really meant to be a song * shove* Zac Ohmsford formed the words into a song which seemed to frighten Drongy. The Wishsong, Zac realised.
The lyrics of the song go like this:
I... poke you with a pencil that is sharp (ouch, ouch, ouch)
I poke you with a pencil that is sharp (ouch, ouch, ouch)
I poke you with a pencil I, poke you with a pencil I, poke you with a pencil that is sharp (ouch, ouch, ouch).
Quezzy?
Yes?
You're crazy.
Why, thank you, ReZ.
Uh huh...
Hey... I have an idea!
What?
Let's write a story! I'll write one paragraph, and you'll write another!
Fine, but since we don't have time, we'll only write the climax...
Okay, let's start!
Zac Ohmsford felt trapped. All around him, cliffs rose high into the clouds, and there was no escape except for the one he used to get here. He was trapped, with no way of escape... He looked down in his hand and stared at the hunting knife that all Valemen carried with them and immediately regretted not having mastered the wishsong...
Zac sensed movement. The Dark Knight Drongy was near, he knew. My time on this world is up, he thought, as he felt his frustration at being trapped turn to despair. Tears fell upon his face. He took up his knife and put it on his forearm, slowly drawing it across, relishing the last moments of life and pain as he would know it...
Suddenly, Drongy materialised in front of Zac Ohmsford and his depression turned into despair. Holding his bloodied knife in front of him, he knew he would never be a match for the greatest skill that Drongy knew: Target 120. However, he would not give up so easily. Never go down without a fight, he thought. Then, a burning sensation welled up within him, a sensation he could only barely control. However he knew that Drongy would have the upper hand if he succumbed and that he would definitely die...
However, he could not hold on any longer. As the pain seared through him, he lost the grip of his knife, and it landed, blade facing down, on his foot. He could not feel in, for the pain he was in was far greater than any mortal wound. Dark clouds gathered above him, and rain splashed downward to mingle with his tears. Why me?, he thought, and then realised he had the answer all along. Life was unfair.
Suddenly, the burning sensation took over his body. Both he and Drongy were shocked at the massive amount of power it let loose, enveloping Drongy. Then, the sensation formed into words and Zac *shove* ReZ Ohmsford stared screeching 'songs' at Drongy, which was really meant to be a song * shove* Zac Ohmsford formed the words into a song which seemed to frighten Drongy. The Wishsong, Zac realised.
The lyrics of the song go like this:
I... poke you with a pencil that is sharp (ouch, ouch, ouch)
I poke you with a pencil that is sharp (ouch, ouch, ouch)
I poke you with a pencil I, poke you with a pencil I, poke you with a pencil that is sharp (ouch, ouch, ouch).
Quezzy?
Yes?
You're crazy.
Why, thank you, ReZ.