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Post by bryan on Oct 3, 2012 16:04:10 GMT -5
i jsut wented 2 maek sure it wuz purrfect
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Oct 3, 2012 16:29:39 GMT -5
rotfl
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Oct 3, 2012 18:11:17 GMT -5
Bryan, have I ever told you how awesome you are?
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Post by penne on Oct 3, 2012 19:29:29 GMT -5
This is why we can't have nice things.
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Post by Cafe SalMONAlla on Oct 3, 2012 23:09:51 GMT -5
That's so great, Bryan, only I'm surprised at the lack of a mustache-wearing cat in there.
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Oct 4, 2012 8:02:21 GMT -5
i jsut wented 2 maek sure it wuz purrfect it is.
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Post by penne on Feb 15, 2013 11:42:43 GMT -5
I should do another one of these. I've got Dante in mind.
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Post by Isadora Is a Door on Feb 15, 2013 11:43:53 GMT -5
This looks.... Interesting.
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Post by Tryina Denouement on Feb 15, 2013 11:53:11 GMT -5
Yeah... Dante?
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Post by B. on Feb 15, 2013 11:57:03 GMT -5
i jsut wented 2 maek sure it wuz purrfect OMG
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Post by penne on Feb 15, 2013 12:00:03 GMT -5
lol, don't you remember this, Bee?
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Feb 15, 2013 12:10:59 GMT -5
I forgot that this existed! How could I forget this? You should write more chapters, Pen!
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Post by Poe's Coats Host Toast on Feb 15, 2013 15:53:57 GMT -5
WRITE MOAR
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Post by penne on Feb 15, 2013 18:23:17 GMT -5
CHAPTER FOUR: READING INTO THE STORY It was nearly midnight and Dante was deep into the world of “A Series of Unfortunate Events” again. Even though he had to wake up early the next morning, he simply couldn’t stop reading. He was amazed at how Lemony Snicket could mix his clever narrating style with a gripping storyline and hilarious dark humour. It was one of his favourite series and he re-read a bit of it every day so he’d never forget the little details. He was reading “The Bad Beginning” today, the first book of the series. As he read, he fell deeper and deeper into the story, his face got closer and closer to the book, the words blurred together, but Dante didn’t seems to mind. He knew the book so well, he knew how the story went on. He was reading in images now, he started to feel dizzy. His head was spinning. Dante snapped out of his frenzy when he heard the doorbell ring. “Who could that be at this hour?”, he wondered. Still numb from that frightening experience, he walked towards the front door. Immediately he shut his eyes. He was shocked by the light coming from outside, as if it was the middle of the day. Once he got used to the light, he could see it was indeed the middle of the day. Had he read all through the night? In front of him he could see three children, one of them was just a baby. Behind them was an important-looking fat man. If he didn’t know any better, he’d say they were the Baudelaire orphans and Mr. Poe. The city looked weird too. What the hell had happened over night? The fat man said: “Count, these are the Baudelaires. I’m sure you will get along fine. I’ve got to run now, though!” Count? What? The Baudelaires? Was this some sort of elaborate prank? Before he could say a single word, the man was gone and he was left with three children. What the hell would he do with them?! “Uh, come in, I guess”. Dante turned around and saw his home was all messy and there were eyes staring him from every direction. Either someone broke in and there were a lot of remodeling done or that was not his house. The children walked in, giving him strange looks, as if he had just done something terribly wrong. “So… are you guys hungry? I could run to the supermarket and get us something to eat”, he said as he closed the door. The “Baudelaires” stared at him, in complete shock. “What?!” he asked. “Olaf, what the hell are you doing”, the eldest girl finally said. Dante imagined she was Violet. “I’m sorry?”, he replied. The ground started shaking slightly. “Stay in character!”, Klaus said. He was still confused. Noticing that, Klaus continued: “What is happening to you? You’re acting all nice and stuff. This isn’t how it goes. You do know this is the first book, right? Follow the script!” Dante was trying to process all this information. “I’m… I’m not Olaf”, he quietly whispered. The ground shook again. Now the children were confused. “Huh?”, they asked in unison. “I’m just a guy that loves these books. I don’t know how I got here”. The ground shook again, this time it was stronger. “Shh, shh!”, Violet said. “Look, I don’t care who you are. You got to stay in character or this whole story will collapse on us!”. Violet explained that they had tried to escape the story a few times, but everytime there was a huge earthquake, they got scared and continued the story as it was written. They had heard story of books that had collapsed on themselves, disappearing from literature forever. Dante got scared. They discussed the whole situation for a while, but the earthquake was getting strong. He agreed to follow the “script”, as Klaus said. He felt bad everytime he did something bad to the kids. He felt so mean, but he had to do it. He didn’t want aSoUE do disappear forever. He wanted it to live on. So, with some struggle, he kept mistreating the kids. Then, one night, he had lots of friends over for dinner. He knew what it meant. He had read this before. He went into the kitchen and saw the pasta Puttanesca. “I… I wanted roast beef”, he mumbled, hesitant. “You never warned us”, Violet said. Yep, that was the night.Klaus started confronting Olaf, I mean, Dante. He knew what to do. “I… I don’t want to do this”, he whispered. “What? I thought we talked about this.”, Klaus said. “I’m not going to hurt you”. The ground was shaking. It was even stronger this time. The floor and the ceiling were cracking. “Do it!”, Violet said. “No. I’m setting my foot down”. And so he did. The ground open up and the ceiling broke, releasing an ocean of pages and notes from the second floor. They started taking up all the space and soon there was no air to breathe. “Sorry!”, Dante yelled, as the ocean swallowed them all. He woke up jumping. Dante lifted his head from his book, with a deep sigh of relief. “So it was all a horrible nightmare”, he thought. But just as he was closing the book, he saw it. “Ex Libris: Count Olaf.” ---
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Post by Kit's tits kick ticks on Feb 15, 2013 18:29:50 GMT -5
Dante being Olaf, that's awesome!
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