Re: Grand Battle High
01-12-2011, 12:42 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
Blah blah blah blah blah.
Eureka tells you to shut up and slow down in a very succinct manner.
Suddenly Syvex bursts out of your locker. "HEY THERE EUREKA WAZZUP." Or something along those lines.
Suddenly The Sunset comes barging in. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE." Or something to that effect.
Suddenly Sarika marches up. "Hey man you will totally make a bomb explode or something what's up with that" Or something like that.
Um,
Well,
You see,
Due to popular demand, you are now Soft.
Soft as in the Spirit of Fairy Tales. You're a sophomore right now though you don't really pay attention to how many years anybody has been at school and stuff. Practically everybody, in your point of view, are immature and childish, if not children. You are carrying around apples to give to teachers because that's what you're supposed to do, you think. You also have a giant book and a big honking axe slung across your shoulders. Lately, you've been concerning yourself with pairing people up as dates to go to the big prom thing that's coming up and stuff because that's another thing you do, guide (or rather, forcibly take control over) one's life. Like a fairy tale haha get it.
Actually, being you is not particularly interesting right now, so you don't know why anybody wants to be you.
Pinary Wrote:> Explain the whole thing in wordy detail!
Blah blah blah blah blah.
Eureka tells you to shut up and slow down in a very succinct manner.
Anomaly Wrote:> Syvex: Hear Eureka, burst out of locker or whatever it is you always do.
Suddenly Syvex bursts out of your locker. "HEY THERE EUREKA WAZZUP." Or something along those lines.
Suddenly The Sunset comes barging in. "WHAT IS GOING ON HERE." Or something to that effect.
Suddenly Sarika marches up. "Hey man you will totally make a bomb explode or something what's up with that" Or something like that.
Anomaly Wrote:Wojjan Wrote:you see,Lord Paradise Wrote:> Um,well,
Um,
Well,
You see,
Godbot Wrote:> You are now Soft
Due to popular demand, you are now Soft.
Soft as in the Spirit of Fairy Tales. You're a sophomore right now though you don't really pay attention to how many years anybody has been at school and stuff. Practically everybody, in your point of view, are immature and childish, if not children. You are carrying around apples to give to teachers because that's what you're supposed to do, you think. You also have a giant book and a big honking axe slung across your shoulders. Lately, you've been concerning yourself with pairing people up as dates to go to the big prom thing that's coming up and stuff because that's another thing you do, guide (or rather, forcibly take control over) one's life. Like a fairy tale haha get it.
Actually, being you is not particularly interesting right now, so you don't know why anybody wants to be you.