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PewDiePie fanfic: Barrelnapped PrologueIt was dark in the castle, the only light that shown through the halls were the torches on the walls, a golden figure poked his head out of the door to the right as his eyes caught sight of the men with brown hair and very nice sunglasses. They were planning something; he could tell, they were talking to ugly monster known as the bro…ugh…ugly creatures. The sight of them made the man cringe in disgust; he poked his head back in the room and looked back at the bed where a man with a green sweater vest and brown slacks sat. The man beside him had pink hair and what looked to be pig ears on his head, the golden one always found him extremely annoying. “So…did you hear anything?” The girl with greyish hair asked.
He shook his head; they had sent one of their friends out there moments ago since he was thought to be on neutral ground and hadn’t heard from him. “Skully has yet to return; he must have gotten lost…it’s easy to do that in
ZaDr story chapter 1There was a nice breeze blowing through the window of the skool classroom. It was very peaceful, despite the teacher up at the desk in front of the room ranting on and on about doom and how it eventually effect them someday whether it was through jobs or families. The classmates were conversing secretly through notes, or through texting, bored.
The only one that wasn't doing anything of the sort, slumped in his chair. He ran a gloved hand over his green face, a sharp contrast to rest of the class, staring at the clock. When would the day END! Ugh, 1 more hour... He mused to himself, stealing a look over to an empty desk at the farthest end of the front row. Heh... ''..The Dib-human hasn't been here for an entire week...'' He muttered outloud to himself.
The green student, Zim, couldn't help but to wonder why his rival wasn't here for that duration. Usually the scythe-haired kid would running after him or stopping him, or even studying him. Anything to halt his conquer attempt over Eart
ZaDr story chapter 4Zim groaned as he put on his wig and contacts, as he slammed the door shut to his house. That blasted robot had put extra ingredients into waffles, which he made Zim eat. It was, simply put, disgusting. He spit out another chunk, holding his stomach as he started to walk down the sidewalk to the skool.
With a quick glance to the sky, he noticed it didn't seem like it would be a chance of rain today, at least.
Dib made his way to school and walked down the sidewalk just as someone came up to him. "Hey freak!" Torque punched him causing Dib to groan. He looked up just as Torque kicked him in the gut and started to beat him up. Dib tried to get away but was having little luck.
Zim continued to walk down the street, examining society. It was dull, as every morning was... But he suddenly froze at a certain scene unfolding before him. Dib. Torque. Now, any idiot knew what was happening in the picture if they knew both characters, not even that well. His foot touched the pavement, and he narr
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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