After three chapters, do I know better than to keep going? Am I capable of learning from my mistakes, of realizing that there are many, many, many more productive uses of my time than blogging about this abortion? Of course not!
Without further ado, let's get right to it. When we last left Enoby, she was about to say whether she'd be willing to go with Satan to see Marylin Mason and then The Exercise. What will her awsnar be????
Really soon = nine chapters from now. >_>
What? Is this like an Identical Grandson thing going on, or is the story getting dumber than ever?
Anybody who's seen Return Of The Jedi knows exactly what I immediately thought of when she said he looked "hut". And it's a good thing he's wearing a shirt for some band named "Lonken Prak", since Linkin Park will not be formed until 1996! (Fangz to The Other Wiki for that info—OH SHIT, DID I REALLY TYPE THAT?! AND THEN NOT DELETE IT?!! Somebody kill me before the transformation runs its course!)
"Huh?" he asked. Then I remembred. It wuzn't Draco. It was Lucan!1 He stil had two arms.
GOSP!!!
Wait, when did you shake hands? Oh no, did you just forget to put quotation marks after "student", Tara? That's horrible even for you. And the name is not Ebony, it's Enoby. God!
LOL, I'm pretty sure that cutting isn't a group activity. Not that I'm an expert or anything, but I did know a cutter once and when she finally opened up to me about that she told me that she wore long sleeves in the summertime because she didn't want anybody to see the scars, which she then showed me. So I don't guess it's something you get together with a lot of friends to do, and even if it were I don't think they'd be doing it right out in the open.
There I go trying to apply logic to things again. What's wrong with me?
No they—you know what, fine, fine, have it your way, Good Charlotte's been around forever and they were huge in the '80s and their 15 minutes never expired, what-the-fuck-ever, I give up.
"ORLY." I ESKED.
"Yeah." he said. "Were calld XBlakXTearX. I play teh gutter. Spartacus plays da drums" he said ponting to him. "Snap plays the boss. And Jamez plays the guitar to even fo we call him Samaro, after Samara in da ring."
I just...I have no words...so, so stupid...
"We uzd to but she did. She contempted suicide by silting her rists."
So...she was either contemplating suicide or attempting suicide, which means she didn't actually do the deed. Except she did, because she's did. I mean dead, dead is what she is. I think. By...pouring silt on her wrists, I think?
No it isn't, it's awesome, because it means you get to fill in for her.
"Wel...I said Im in a bnad myself."
"Rilly?" asked Snap. I cudnt belive it. He used 2 b goffik!111
"Yeah were called Blody Gothik Rose 666. Do u wanna hr me sing?"
sigh
"I wok dis empt stret on da bolevrad of broken dremz." I sang sexily (I dnot own da lyrikz 2 dat song).. Every1 gasped.
NOBODY owns those lyrics. Because nobody WROTE those lyrics! Ever!
"Um...ok." I shrugged. "Are we gong to play tonight?"
"Yah." they said.
Just two lines of singing and she's in. She must've been singing really sexily.
"What da hell r u dong here!11" I asked.
"I wil help u go frowad in tim Enoby." he said siriusly Den...he took out a blak tim machine. I went in2 it and...sudenly I wuz forward in tim!111
You know, I used to think that Marty McFly was so awesome that he could make anything better.
I was wrong.
So horribly, horribly wrong...