|
|
Post by Hermedy on Jun 5, 2009 12:29:42 GMT -5
That was a great installment. Volt just keeps making things worse for the Baudelaires.
|
|
|
|
Post by Libitina on Jun 5, 2009 15:11:14 GMT -5
You're such a talent.
|
|
|
|
Post by melon head. on Jun 5, 2009 19:10:05 GMT -5
This little gem reveals so many things about ASOUE. I thank you.
|
|
|
|
Post by Emma “Emmz” Squalor on Jun 6, 2009 12:42:53 GMT -5
That was an amazing chapter, Willis. I agree with Hermes that it made sense of a lot of things in the book that were otherwise confusing.
Mijahu: Your banner is fantastic!
|
|
|
|
Post by melon head. on Jun 7, 2009 1:44:00 GMT -5
Mijahu, who made your banner? 'Tis pretty.
|
|
|
|
Post by Very Funky Disco on Jun 7, 2009 5:25:06 GMT -5
I'm not sure how serious Mijahu is with the whole Volt Baudelaire thing, but it certainly does its part to fill in all the gaps from the series.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hermes on Jun 7, 2009 11:44:57 GMT -5
I'm feeling a bit confused - this story is by Willis, not Mijahu. Mijahu, however, made the banner (which is indeed splendid).
|
|
|
|
Post by Very Funky Disco on Jun 7, 2009 15:19:16 GMT -5
Sorry! I meant Willis. *blushes*
|
|
|
|
Post by melon head. on Jun 7, 2009 20:08:47 GMT -5
I was asking Mijahu who made his banner, because it's a different style to the one he made for Willis.
|
|
|
|
Post by Hermes on Jun 8, 2009 15:20:47 GMT -5
Oh - sorry - I was confused.
|
|
|
|
Post by melon head. on Jun 9, 2009 2:57:33 GMT -5
We're okay now. *Pats everyone on the back*
|
|
|
|
Post by Sixteen on Jun 9, 2009 8:22:16 GMT -5
Genius. I can't believe I missed this.
|
|
|
|
Post by melon head. on Jun 17, 2009 2:50:44 GMT -5
I know. What have you been doing, living under a rock?
Actually, I do live under a rock, so I can't talk.
|
|
|
|
Post by katekor on Jul 1, 2009 22:03:36 GMT -5
MORE PLEASE
|
|
|
|
Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2009 14:06:35 GMT -5
Chapter 7 - The Grievous Gifts
Count Olaf and his associates were shopping for munchies at the Last Chance General Store, while driving to the Village of Fowl Devotees. The powdered face ladies were buying powdered sugar donuts, while the hook handed man got gummy bears. Volt Baudelaire was basically broke, but he was looking for some gifts for his niece and nephew. He knew Klaus’ birthday was coming up, but being an absent alcoholic uncle, he thought that Violet and Klaus were twins. So, he got a present for her too. He bought a ribbon for Violet and an eyeglass lens for Klaus, because all he could remember about them were their accessories. He also bought some cheese puffs.
Count Olaf sent his associates to the Village before him, because he was planning a grander entrance later on. Volt laid down on his bed and drank some of his crows piss beer. The more he drank, the guiltier he felt for hurting the Baudelaire orphans. He went out to find them, but he got lost and ended up near the outskirts of the town. He saw a man tied to a stake, and went over to help. “Hi, do you need some help sir?” Volt asked politely if slightly slurred. “Yes, thank you so much. Say, I recognize you. Aren’t you Bertrand’s kid brother?” Volt flashed back to his childhood, of always being second best to his brother, how his parents seemed to care for Bertrand more than him. This caused a single tear to fall from Volt’s cheek. Unfortunately, following the single tear was a deadly burst of lightning, which instantly killed the man. Volt panicked, and dropped the ribbon and lens, as well as spilling his cheese puffs all over the body. He ate all the cheese puffs off him, leaving tiny bite marks on the corpse, then cowardly ran back to his room and collapsed.
The next morning, Count Olaf walked in wearing a cop suit. More bad memories of Volt’s past flooded him, but that’s for a different story. “Hey Volt, my assassin backed out at the last minute, but I heard you went in there and killed Jacques for me. You’re the greatest associate I’ve ever had.” Volt looked out the window in horror as he saw the Baudelaire Orphans getting arrested for the murder he had just committed. The guilt over whelmed him again, making him physically ill. He called for a taxi, and asked them to take him to the nearest hospital. He vomited in the back seat of the cab the whole way there.
|
|
