Elise, Alex and Tony had only recently rented out the House. They were siblings, moving from one old home to a new one. It was perfect; two floors, 4 bedrooms, and plenty of outdoor space. The house itself was far out in the country, away from the noise and streets of London that the siblings were so used to.
The locals were strange, and that was putting it mildly. When Alex had asked an old man for directions, he seemed to be on the verge of a heart attack, but pointed them in the right way before speeding back to his own house. This struck them as weird, but they did not know why the old man was scared.
Days past, and the siblings were happy, but now something is happening...
Now the house comes to life...
************
Elise and Alex had heard Tony scream for help, but thought of it as a joke. It WAS the 31st October, so they had been expecting something anyway, but they decided to check so Tony could have his fun.
But the house was empty. A storm was building up. Suddenly, lightning flashed and the walls and floor and ceiling were coated with evil symbols, drawn in blood. Organs hung from the ceiling, blood dripping to the floor. There was a huge blood stain leading down in the basement. Elise and Alex were horrified, but they stupidly decided that Tony was still alive. They couldn't accept his death without seeing his body themselves.
The basement was pitch black. A torch hung from the wall, so Alex grabbed it and walked forward. The basement seemed to be a giant tunnel of some sort, and after what felt like years of walking they siblings came across a skeleton that had been chained to the wall.
The hollowed body of Tony hung by the neck just above it...
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
He must've seen it coming...
For those of you who don't know yet, or do know and don't seem to be showing any signs of it, Paul the Octopus is dead. This morning.
Ok, he predicted the results of 8 or more football matches, but to make a biography, memorial and toys (for Christmas) of him is just going over the top.
On to other news...
A new story part might be released sometime this week, although I might do it on Sunday after town for some effect, even though the part isn't intended to be scary. Or I could try to write a scary story that will give you nightmares; I'm sure Mark would support the idea if he isn't already planning something like that.
I don't actually have anything else to write, which shows just how bored I am.
If you can raed tihs, you konw how it wkros, rhigt? Frlewael.
Ok, he predicted the results of 8 or more football matches, but to make a biography, memorial and toys (for Christmas) of him is just going over the top.
On to other news...
A new story part might be released sometime this week, although I might do it on Sunday after town for some effect, even though the part isn't intended to be scary. Or I could try to write a scary story that will give you nightmares; I'm sure Mark would support the idea if he isn't already planning something like that.
I don't actually have anything else to write, which shows just how bored I am.
If you can raed tihs, you konw how it wkros, rhigt? Frlewael.
Saturday, 16 October 2010
The New World Part 4 - Broadcast
"...we are now going live to Prime Minister David Yematin, and his plans for the UK..."
Lights. Flashing. Yematin was used to it. He got out of his car, and everything seemed to be in slow motion. He stood up, and waved. A single flash from a camera sent everything into darkness, then back to into the light. As Yematin walked into No. 10 Downing Street, he pondered how he'd got the job.
Was it last year? Or two years ago? He'd set up his political party with the name 'Eden', and used various brainwashing methods to gain the majority vote. Simple. Effective. Efficient.
Just like Black Row.
No. 10 Downing Street wasn't ideal for Black Row, so he only used it when discussing the Economy of Britain. That is why he had Clements and Everman focused on Yarofev and the War; so he could announce more boring politics to the world and stun them. Oh well, he could bide his time. When Yarofev was captured, it wouldn't be long before he could find The Division and claim the Universe for Black Row. Nothing was going to stand in his way. Not even economy.
************
"Once again, Eden and Yematin are on top of the world with their plans to help the economy. It is rumoured that Yematin also has a plan to end the war against terrorism, but has yet to debate the matter with President Barack Obama.
"And after the war is finished, Yematin is talking about space travel and colonising new planets. We may have put many people on the Moon, but it is estimated that it will take decades before any technology is developed for such a purpose. Fiona Bruce, BBC News."
"How can they know that? Who leaked it out to the press?!"
Yematin was back in his office with Clements, who yet again sat in a quiet corner of the room. The BBC were talking about plans that were strictly Black Row, and now Barack Obama was rumoured to be travelling to London to talk about the war. But who had betrayed them? Who had infiltrated Black Row and released top secret files?
Clements began to speak. "How long before the rocket is ready to leave? I don't like being on Earth anymore. Epsilon 114 is my home."
"Clements, you're here until we hear from The Division or Yarofev. Until then, your little spaceship isn't going anywhere."
"Fine then. Just remember this, though: You need my help to work out who betrayed Black Row, as I'm sure as hell that it wasn't Yarofev. He may have been part of us once, during this 'War', but he isn't know and I doubt even he would be able to hack our database, not without inside help."
"True, true, but that means he could still be behind this. Find out who it was, then bring them to me. You have the Hunters, Prospect Eternal and Coporation Unlimited to help you. Oh, and while you're at the Corporation, can you have Donald Jam taken care of? He slept with another of my informats. Honestly, we're running out of women who are willing to be his secretaries in Eden."
Clements stood up, nodded and left the room. As he walked back down the corridor, he pulled out a phone and speed-dialled a number. Amanda Green answered. After a few minutes of talking, Clements put the phone away. There was a sudden movement in the corner of his eye, but when he looked there was nothing there. Yarofev couldn't be in Black Row headquarters, could he? Surely the alarm would have sounded?
************
Two hours lated, Clements and two men dressed in black entered Yematin's office, dragging a man in a labcoat behind them.
"Ah, Sebastian, it was you who betrayed us. Tell me, are you working with Yarofev?"
Sebastian lifted his head. It was still bleeding from the torture session the Hunters had given him. He tried to talk, but his tongue had been ripped out.
"We got all the information we needed," said Clements "...Yarofev spoke to him and used him to get the necessary information."
"Ok, then. Bring Sebastian over here. Hunters, you can go now."
Sebastian was dragged over to the giant window, and the Hunters left the room. Yematin pressed a button in one of the drawers in his desk, and the window began to lower rather like a drawbridge. Yematin, Clements and Sebastian walked to the edge of the window.
"You've seen much of London, but I doubt you've ever seen it like this."
With that, Yematin picked Sebastian up with one hand and threw him over the edge. If he still had a tongue, he would have been screaming the whole way down.
"That is what happens to people who betray me, and that is what will happen to you, Clements, if you don't do as I say."
Clements was scared, and not for the first time. He had a sudden desire to run at Yematin and fling him over the edge as well, but he didn't. His own life was at stake already, and he wouldn't last two minutes if he murdered Yematin.
************
The BBC building is like a giant maze. You can walk in and, if you don't remember which way you went, you would need a lot of help getting out. Fiona never had been lost before, but now her own knowledge was betraying her. It was dark, and she couldn't recall directions correctly. She looked behind her, and saw a Robed Figure walk out of the shadows.
"Fiona, I need your help. Well, not your help. Just your memories..."
There was screaming in the BBC building, but it was suddenly cut off. Unknowingly, the last employee left the building and locked the doors behind him.
Lights. Flashing. Yematin was used to it. He got out of his car, and everything seemed to be in slow motion. He stood up, and waved. A single flash from a camera sent everything into darkness, then back to into the light. As Yematin walked into No. 10 Downing Street, he pondered how he'd got the job.
Was it last year? Or two years ago? He'd set up his political party with the name 'Eden', and used various brainwashing methods to gain the majority vote. Simple. Effective. Efficient.
Just like Black Row.
No. 10 Downing Street wasn't ideal for Black Row, so he only used it when discussing the Economy of Britain. That is why he had Clements and Everman focused on Yarofev and the War; so he could announce more boring politics to the world and stun them. Oh well, he could bide his time. When Yarofev was captured, it wouldn't be long before he could find The Division and claim the Universe for Black Row. Nothing was going to stand in his way. Not even economy.
************
"Once again, Eden and Yematin are on top of the world with their plans to help the economy. It is rumoured that Yematin also has a plan to end the war against terrorism, but has yet to debate the matter with President Barack Obama.
"And after the war is finished, Yematin is talking about space travel and colonising new planets. We may have put many people on the Moon, but it is estimated that it will take decades before any technology is developed for such a purpose. Fiona Bruce, BBC News."
"How can they know that? Who leaked it out to the press?!"
Yematin was back in his office with Clements, who yet again sat in a quiet corner of the room. The BBC were talking about plans that were strictly Black Row, and now Barack Obama was rumoured to be travelling to London to talk about the war. But who had betrayed them? Who had infiltrated Black Row and released top secret files?
Clements began to speak. "How long before the rocket is ready to leave? I don't like being on Earth anymore. Epsilon 114 is my home."
"Clements, you're here until we hear from The Division or Yarofev. Until then, your little spaceship isn't going anywhere."
"Fine then. Just remember this, though: You need my help to work out who betrayed Black Row, as I'm sure as hell that it wasn't Yarofev. He may have been part of us once, during this 'War', but he isn't know and I doubt even he would be able to hack our database, not without inside help."
"True, true, but that means he could still be behind this. Find out who it was, then bring them to me. You have the Hunters, Prospect Eternal and Coporation Unlimited to help you. Oh, and while you're at the Corporation, can you have Donald Jam taken care of? He slept with another of my informats. Honestly, we're running out of women who are willing to be his secretaries in Eden."
Clements stood up, nodded and left the room. As he walked back down the corridor, he pulled out a phone and speed-dialled a number. Amanda Green answered. After a few minutes of talking, Clements put the phone away. There was a sudden movement in the corner of his eye, but when he looked there was nothing there. Yarofev couldn't be in Black Row headquarters, could he? Surely the alarm would have sounded?
************
Two hours lated, Clements and two men dressed in black entered Yematin's office, dragging a man in a labcoat behind them.
"Ah, Sebastian, it was you who betrayed us. Tell me, are you working with Yarofev?"
Sebastian lifted his head. It was still bleeding from the torture session the Hunters had given him. He tried to talk, but his tongue had been ripped out.
"We got all the information we needed," said Clements "...Yarofev spoke to him and used him to get the necessary information."
"Ok, then. Bring Sebastian over here. Hunters, you can go now."
Sebastian was dragged over to the giant window, and the Hunters left the room. Yematin pressed a button in one of the drawers in his desk, and the window began to lower rather like a drawbridge. Yematin, Clements and Sebastian walked to the edge of the window.
"You've seen much of London, but I doubt you've ever seen it like this."
With that, Yematin picked Sebastian up with one hand and threw him over the edge. If he still had a tongue, he would have been screaming the whole way down.
"That is what happens to people who betray me, and that is what will happen to you, Clements, if you don't do as I say."
Clements was scared, and not for the first time. He had a sudden desire to run at Yematin and fling him over the edge as well, but he didn't. His own life was at stake already, and he wouldn't last two minutes if he murdered Yematin.
************
The BBC building is like a giant maze. You can walk in and, if you don't remember which way you went, you would need a lot of help getting out. Fiona never had been lost before, but now her own knowledge was betraying her. It was dark, and she couldn't recall directions correctly. She looked behind her, and saw a Robed Figure walk out of the shadows.
"Fiona, I need your help. Well, not your help. Just your memories..."
There was screaming in the BBC building, but it was suddenly cut off. Unknowingly, the last employee left the building and locked the doors behind him.
Thursday, 14 October 2010
"Seven, I'm giving you a direct order: Show me Borg sex."
Yeah, I got that from the Uncyclopedia...
Wait, does this mean...
It can't possibly be...
How did that happen...
I don't know, don't ask me...
Yes, that's right. Dementia is back online! Arab Money bitches, fuck yeah!
^Incase you have no idea what I'm talking about, well you're just close-minded then, aren't you?
If I'm going to post more often, I'm going to have to find ways to keep Dementia interesting...No, I will not pretend to be Adam Simmons and shout 'I sell car insurance' at everyother year 7 that walks past me. Or maybe...
I SELL CAR INSURANCE.
Sorry about that. I wasn't actually copying Adam, I was annoying him should he ever read this, which I highly doubt. This should cheer you up:
That was also from the Uncyclopedia. I'm getting bored of this, but I have an idea. An idea that is so great it will literally blow your minds out*. An idea so brilliant and genius, you won't understand it or even realise when it's happening. An idea that...To be honest, I don't know how much longer I can exaggerate this.
Geography Controlled Assessment finished = Yay. If I don't get a B AT LEAST, I will consider that a waste of time. History and Biznis (Mark) Studies C.A. will be finisheed tomorrow, as will a load of other peoples C.A. All I really want to do after that is drive a golf caddy around school.
I think I've kept everyone for long enough. That's another way of saying I can't think of anything else to write and so will go soon.
Bye bye Mr Taters (Or Mrs, if you take offence)
Wait, does this mean...
It can't possibly be...
How did that happen...
I don't know, don't ask me...
Yes, that's right. Dementia is back online! Arab Money bitches, fuck yeah!
^Incase you have no idea what I'm talking about, well you're just close-minded then, aren't you?
If I'm going to post more often, I'm going to have to find ways to keep Dementia interesting...No, I will not pretend to be Adam Simmons and shout 'I sell car insurance' at everyother year 7 that walks past me. Or maybe...
I SELL CAR INSURANCE.
Sorry about that. I wasn't actually copying Adam, I was annoying him should he ever read this, which I highly doubt. This should cheer you up:
That was also from the Uncyclopedia. I'm getting bored of this, but I have an idea. An idea that is so great it will literally blow your minds out*. An idea so brilliant and genius, you won't understand it or even realise when it's happening. An idea that...To be honest, I don't know how much longer I can exaggerate this.
Geography Controlled Assessment finished = Yay. If I don't get a B AT LEAST, I will consider that a waste of time. History and Biznis (Mark) Studies C.A. will be finisheed tomorrow, as will a load of other peoples C.A. All I really want to do after that is drive a golf caddy around school.
I think I've kept everyone for long enough. That's another way of saying I can't think of anything else to write and so will go soon.
Bye bye Mr Taters (Or Mrs, if you take offence)
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
My doctor gave me two weeks to live...
...I hope they're in August. <--- Ronnie Shakes (Yes, I get quotes whenever I go on Google on my laptop).
How has everyone been? Mark?
Yes, Zaros, I've been fine.
Tommy?
'This was a triumph... (continues to sing Portal Still Alive until Mark gets annoyed and shoots him)
Kaytei?
Not great. I was assaulted by Barbra Streisand the other day. :S (Emote used because we couldn't actually see Kaytei at the time of the interview, but guessed that she put on the confused-emote face due to a small pause)
Summer?
I'm fine, Ri-
ZAROS!!
Ok...I'm fine, Zaros
Goodies. And finally, Mr Staples?
Cream on me titties, bitch.
Good to see you're alright.
Right, not sure what else to do. Work Experience next week; looking forward to it. That's about it. Another New World may be out either this saturday or during the half-term. Wow, I didn't see it coming. There must've been a corner...
I'm in a relationship...with a wall in the New Gym. (Mark will understand, as will Tommy. Maybe.)P.E. = Fun sometimes.
IT = Mr Beasley moonwalking.
I have nothing else to say, so I'm going to resort to randomityness. Hmm, typing that into google yields many results.
Yes, I'm quarter Irish: Get Over It (Note, I'm not quarter Irish; my left leg is)
If you've spent 10 minutes on this, you're not a fast reader. If you've spent more than 10 minutes on this, you've matched my typing speed.
Missed period 5 today (chemistry for me) for NOTHING. Mr Doar is so much more interesting than that whatever-you-want-to-call-it-so-long-as-it-doesn't-go-with-it-but-against-it.
OOOOOO Mr Staples: 'If the love card is chosen, it is rumoured Rose will appear in Fable III.' Just rumoured, and I'll probably tell you again anyway tomorrow.
LoRd ZaRoS
How has everyone been? Mark?
Yes, Zaros, I've been fine.
Tommy?
'This was a triumph... (continues to sing Portal Still Alive until Mark gets annoyed and shoots him)
Kaytei?
Not great. I was assaulted by Barbra Streisand the other day. :S (Emote used because we couldn't actually see Kaytei at the time of the interview, but guessed that she put on the confused-emote face due to a small pause)
Summer?
I'm fine, Ri-
ZAROS!!
Ok...I'm fine, Zaros
Goodies. And finally, Mr Staples?
Cream on me titties, bitch.
Good to see you're alright.
Right, not sure what else to do. Work Experience next week; looking forward to it. That's about it. Another New World may be out either this saturday or during the half-term. Wow, I didn't see it coming. There must've been a corner...
I'm in a relationship...with a wall in the New Gym. (Mark will understand, as will Tommy. Maybe.)P.E. = Fun sometimes.
IT = Mr Beasley moonwalking.
I have nothing else to say, so I'm going to resort to randomityness. Hmm, typing that into google yields many results.
Yes, I'm quarter Irish: Get Over It (Note, I'm not quarter Irish; my left leg is)
If you've spent 10 minutes on this, you're not a fast reader. If you've spent more than 10 minutes on this, you've matched my typing speed.
Missed period 5 today (chemistry for me) for NOTHING. Mr Doar is so much more interesting than that whatever-you-want-to-call-it-so-long-as-it-doesn't-go-with-it-but-against-it.
OOOOOO Mr Staples: 'If the love card is chosen, it is rumoured Rose will appear in Fable III.' Just rumoured, and I'll probably tell you again anyway tomorrow.
LoRd ZaRoS
Friday, 1 October 2010
Story or Randomness?
With that title, it has to be randomness. Doesn't it? (You're not supposed to answer it, that's why it's rhetorical). Has everyone who reads this seen the really tiny year 7???? His bag is about the same size as his back :S Oh, Mr Staples:
I'm going to go now now now now now now now now (anyone heard the myth of Echo and Narcissus?)
-L.Z.
I'm going to go now now now now now now now now (anyone heard the myth of Echo and Narcissus?)
-L.Z.
Friday, 10 September 2010
The New World Part 3 - Crime Scene
Darkness. Silence. The night swarmed the city of London like damp towel thrown over a nest of ants. This was unusual for London, but people had learned.
There was something in the darkness.
Something that could imprint fear on your mind forever. Something that would shatter your soul with one small glance. Something that should be avoided. Everyone stayed in after dusk; many doors and windows were locked and barricaded.
But the gang in the alley of a suburb weren't scared. This 'Robed Figure', 'Apparition of Death' or whatever other names it had was just an urban myth to keep people inside. Since its appearance a few weeks ago, they had got away with anything they did after dark. But luck always runs dry.
"Jake, pass me another fag will ya?" Gordon was talking. The gang consisted of three chavs, all male, wearing hoodies and smoking. They were leaning against the walls of the alley, behind a dumpster which was close to the street. Jake pulled out another cigarette and tossed it over to Gordon. Bill watched the silent exchange, the tip of his cigarette illuminating his face under the hood.
"Ah, yeah, that's good." Gordon lifted his head and blew a cloud of smoke into the air.
"Smoking isn't good for you." The voice was slightly deep, yet gave the feeling of wisdom and dominance. The gang immediatly turned to face their new visitor, pulling out knives to defend, shocked by the sudden voice. Gordon, seeing the silhouette against the street, smiled and lowered his knife. Slightly, and with a tremor.
"Who do you think you are? My mum? You're stupid as shit to come down here and try to teach us something."
Yarofev stepped forward, unthreatened by the chavs. "Smoking isn't good for you."
"You that random shit everyone keeps going on about? You don't look intimidating at all. Infact, I just think you're some twat in fancy dress to make us believe those stupid myths. If I were you, I'd just get the fuck away from us before WE hurt YOU." Gordon raised the knife.
"Even when I try to help you, you don't listen. I guess the joke about chavs having one brain cell is true."
Gordon, enraged by Yarofevs' last comment, rushed forward and plunged the knife into his chest. But Yarofev didn't even flinch. Gordon gasped as Yarofev slowly grabbed his wrist and pulled the blade out.
"Nice blade," he said " But I think mine's better." In one fluid motion, Yarofev summoned his claw and diced Gordon into hundreds of bloody cubes. Then he turned on Jake, who was too shocked to do anything. Yarofev repeated the attack, then turned to face Bill.
"Please...don't..."
"I need Eden to know where I am. You can help me with that."
"Of course! Anything!"
"Thank you for making my job easier."
Yarofev ran forward, grabbed Bills' head and smashed it against the solid brick wall. His head was instantly crushed. Yarofev turned around and admired his work. A pile of blood and flesh cubes on the floor, a cloud of red mist and a headless body with blood pouring down over the wall opposite. He nodded, smiled and then faded away into the night.
************
"Police are investigating the site, but this crime was obviously the work of 'The Robed Figure'. Down the alley, a body and many litres of blood were found. A message was burnt into the chest of the body. It reads 'We are watching'."
Another day, another headline. Yematin had spoken briefly with Jebediah Clements the day before, and he now sat watching the news in David's Office. As the camera focused on the message, Yematin began to talk.
"I believe our friend Yarofev is trying to send us a message. But we still have no idea where he originates from. He is obviously Black Row, but there are no records. It is possible that he is from The Division, but then why didn't he come straight to us? That is where you come in, Clements. Ever since Freedom found a record of a war that no one knows about, I've been hoping that you and Everman will be able to help me out."
Yematin paused momentarily, then continued.
"I want you to help Everman develop...something...so we can find out more about this war. You can have as much funding as you need, but work quickly."
David spun around in his chair and looked out of the giant window that acted as the fourth wall of his office.
"I fear we won't be able to take over without help from The Division, not if Yarofev is truly against us..."
There was something in the darkness.
Something that could imprint fear on your mind forever. Something that would shatter your soul with one small glance. Something that should be avoided. Everyone stayed in after dusk; many doors and windows were locked and barricaded.
But the gang in the alley of a suburb weren't scared. This 'Robed Figure', 'Apparition of Death' or whatever other names it had was just an urban myth to keep people inside. Since its appearance a few weeks ago, they had got away with anything they did after dark. But luck always runs dry.
"Jake, pass me another fag will ya?" Gordon was talking. The gang consisted of three chavs, all male, wearing hoodies and smoking. They were leaning against the walls of the alley, behind a dumpster which was close to the street. Jake pulled out another cigarette and tossed it over to Gordon. Bill watched the silent exchange, the tip of his cigarette illuminating his face under the hood.
"Ah, yeah, that's good." Gordon lifted his head and blew a cloud of smoke into the air.
"Smoking isn't good for you." The voice was slightly deep, yet gave the feeling of wisdom and dominance. The gang immediatly turned to face their new visitor, pulling out knives to defend, shocked by the sudden voice. Gordon, seeing the silhouette against the street, smiled and lowered his knife. Slightly, and with a tremor.
"Who do you think you are? My mum? You're stupid as shit to come down here and try to teach us something."
Yarofev stepped forward, unthreatened by the chavs. "Smoking isn't good for you."
"You that random shit everyone keeps going on about? You don't look intimidating at all. Infact, I just think you're some twat in fancy dress to make us believe those stupid myths. If I were you, I'd just get the fuck away from us before WE hurt YOU." Gordon raised the knife.
"Even when I try to help you, you don't listen. I guess the joke about chavs having one brain cell is true."
Gordon, enraged by Yarofevs' last comment, rushed forward and plunged the knife into his chest. But Yarofev didn't even flinch. Gordon gasped as Yarofev slowly grabbed his wrist and pulled the blade out.
"Nice blade," he said " But I think mine's better." In one fluid motion, Yarofev summoned his claw and diced Gordon into hundreds of bloody cubes. Then he turned on Jake, who was too shocked to do anything. Yarofev repeated the attack, then turned to face Bill.
"Please...don't..."
"I need Eden to know where I am. You can help me with that."
"Of course! Anything!"
"Thank you for making my job easier."
Yarofev ran forward, grabbed Bills' head and smashed it against the solid brick wall. His head was instantly crushed. Yarofev turned around and admired his work. A pile of blood and flesh cubes on the floor, a cloud of red mist and a headless body with blood pouring down over the wall opposite. He nodded, smiled and then faded away into the night.
************
"Police are investigating the site, but this crime was obviously the work of 'The Robed Figure'. Down the alley, a body and many litres of blood were found. A message was burnt into the chest of the body. It reads 'We are watching'."
Another day, another headline. Yematin had spoken briefly with Jebediah Clements the day before, and he now sat watching the news in David's Office. As the camera focused on the message, Yematin began to talk.
"I believe our friend Yarofev is trying to send us a message. But we still have no idea where he originates from. He is obviously Black Row, but there are no records. It is possible that he is from The Division, but then why didn't he come straight to us? That is where you come in, Clements. Ever since Freedom found a record of a war that no one knows about, I've been hoping that you and Everman will be able to help me out."
Yematin paused momentarily, then continued.
"I want you to help Everman develop...something...so we can find out more about this war. You can have as much funding as you need, but work quickly."
David spun around in his chair and looked out of the giant window that acted as the fourth wall of his office.
"I fear we won't be able to take over without help from The Division, not if Yarofev is truly against us..."
Sunday, 5 September 2010
My Fellow Aluminums...
...yes, that's from Dead Ringers...
So, we've all started Year 11. However, this means that blogging and story writing will be MINIMAL from most of us (looking at you, Kaytei *evil stare*).
I was hoping to get part 3 of The New World out on thursday, but due to a series of unfortunate events, I was unable to and ended up playing some games with DrParsons and Jacob The Rudman. And Madam Simmons.
Because of this delay, the new part may be out next weekend, or the half-term AT THE LATEST.
-L.Z.
So, we've all started Year 11. However, this means that blogging and story writing will be MINIMAL from most of us (looking at you, Kaytei *evil stare*).
I was hoping to get part 3 of The New World out on thursday, but due to a series of unfortunate events, I was unable to and ended up playing some games with DrParsons and Jacob The Rudman. And Madam Simmons.
Because of this delay, the new part may be out next weekend, or the half-term AT THE LATEST.
-L.Z.
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