"Special place?"
That was weird. And it just sounded really uncomfortable to Nanoha. And blood bananas made of blood? Fate's story was definitely better then this.
Further text replaced what was already on the screen.
"I am D" Dark said "I have killed Mello and stolen his clothes and run away from Watari's house."
"What? But Watari would have told me if M was dead." L said shockingly.
"I also killed Watari" said Dark who was playing with his red death note.
L looked around his room. Watari was still standing in the corner just like he always did.
"But who's this with me then" L asked?
"A fake"
At that moment Watari took his mask off and it was (GASP!) Light's dad!
"Die you pies of shit!" Soichiro said as he pulled out his gun and pointed it at Ls head.
TO BE CONTINUED! (yes!)
"Oh my, I didn't there would be cursing in this!" Fluttershy said, covering her mouth in shock and interrupting the Tick. Of course, Fluttershy would be the only one of her circle of friends to actually be offended by a single piece of cussing. "And the plot really isn't coherent at all. Its like someone was on purposely skipping events because they could not think of any," she commented.
edited 10th Oct '11 2:43:34 PM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!This was all so confusing... what was with the pies at the end? What did that mean? Nanoha had no real idea what any of this could possibly be... and it was still going.
FLASHBACK: 1 month ago
Watari House, England
Mello was sitting in his dorm eating a chocolate bar. The floor was covered in lots of chocolate bar wrappers which went crunch when Mello stood on them.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" said mello putting down his chocolate.
The door spun open to reveal Dark standing wearing a dressing gown with a posh letter D on the back. He had an evil smile on his face and an even eviller one in his heart.
"Where is Near?" asked Dark puzzled.
"He is near" joked Mello.
"Ha ha very funny" replied Dark.
"Ok he's gone to Scotland today but will be flying back this evening. Until then we'll be alone" Mello started zipping his leather vest thingy "Want to have some fun?"
Dark grinned and nodded. In a flash Mello had removed his close revealing just a set of black boxer shorts printed with lots of posh letter Ms.
Dark pulled an pistol out of his dressing gown and pointed it at mello.
"Just because you look like a girl doesn't mean your hot." said Dark and shot him and stole his clothes (but not the boxers obv!).
"I say! what's all this noise!" said Watari coming in the room. He saw Dark's gun and shouted
"Bloody bugger! You shot Mello! Now who will kill Kira"?
Dark shot Watari again and he fell to the floor shouting. Then he stopped shouting and died.
Once he had escaped the house, Dark took his mobile (AN: that's what English people call cellphones) and called a mysterious phone number.
"Hello? Who is this?" asked the mustached man.
"I am your son Dark. The one you abandoned 19 years and sent to a boarding school in England. Well I have escaped now and I need you to do me a favor and dress up like Watari and confuse L."
"How do you know about Watari?" asked the dad who was very confused.
"I killed him!"
There was a surprised gasp but then Soichiro came back and said he would do it but only if Dark came back to live with them in America. Dark agreed but he didn't have money so he would have to hide in a box and fly in an airplane and hope he didn't get spotted.
"His gown has a D on it? Does Mello's have an M? Does Light have an L? Is this a Scarlet Letter thing going on? Oh my word that near pun is awful... I DIDN'T MEAN THAT WITH M!"
The Doctor tries to hit the blast door open. With his head.
edited 10th Oct '11 3:13:03 PM by Fusionman
Grey had awkwardly sat down (although his megamerged form was superb for combat, it wasn't the most comfortable set of clothes for everyday use) and read the text, bemusement overtaking him. Only a few minutes in at most and things had already dropped any pretence of being a coherent, well written story. But then again, he somehow doubted that he actually had any idea of what a coherent and well written story would look like - his only real exposure to the media was during his adventures in the Game of Destiny and the short, happy months afterwards.
" Why...? " he muttered, still utterly confused by events as they transpired. If he had known anything of the finer arts, he probably would have dubbed it Dadaist. Since he wasn't, though, he didn't. Model A didn't seem to be processing it any better than the young reploid, currently orbiting him as it tried to puzzle out what was going on and - more importantly - why it was going on.
Locking you up on radar since '09"I see. They can't break us physically, so they try to break our minds instead." Garland looked towards the exit. "And yes, we are indeed locked in with... this... there are no words."
Garland had been as cultured as a knight was expected to be, before he fell, and that included a certain knowledge of literature. He recognized how bad this was, although some others seemed to be making a bigger fuss about it than seemed necassary.
A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they will never sit in.

The Doctor tries to slap himself from the increasing madness any scholar would suffer. "Lower Hell University."