SixDripsOfCirrus

…A simple port; namely, the one in Vermilion city. ___ had been here once, but her already scrambled mind couldn’t be bothered to think up the name. She had briefly visited with her old friend ____, who was now a world-renowned Pokémon champion, and had unknowingly left our protagonist in the dust on her risky scramble to glory. “We’re here.” The blunt man beside her informed in a monotone, his gaze wandering to the side of his new companion's face as a nervous anticipation coursed through his veins. Would she like it? Would she despise it? Would it make her despise him? By this point, the poor Norwegian

I can't help my feeling sad… Though I guess it ain't too bad. Calling from the setting sun~ Took my hand and flew away… Shit… she knew this would happen. ____ struggled and thrashed, but it was no use; her rival wasn’t as overly-confident as the ditzy protagonist, and fought with both grace and tact. After a brief exchange of slashes and (attack)’s, our dear reader had run out of her (special move) and was forced to shamefully fall back on various potions and antidotes. I’m going to lose… the spiteful sentence whirred round, piercing her now blatantly glaring headache and ripping vast chunks out

Once a upon a time and place unknown Lived a boy forgot and left all alone No one knew what he could do or of this fairy tale… _____ fought ruthlessly. No formalities needed; every time, without a speck of doubt in her already set state of mind, she simply drove straight into the merciless heart of a blazing war, commanding and slashing. She and her fellow (pokemon) had dealt with so much crap together; her initially shy personality had blossomed into a fiery determination with the little (type)’s help.  Each occasion in which she timidly allowed her gentle gaze to fall into the Pokemon's (e_c) pools of innocence, a refreshed se

Useless. The only word to describe her mourning, faraway gaze. The ivory flesh that desperately stretched to shield her milky  bones from watchful, nosy glares. Her pale, gaunt expression, as she softly whimpered into the comforting old patchwork that represented a pitiful excuse for her pillow. Her real home had been snatched from her. Like everything remaining in her tacky makeshift shelter, only minutes before. It was her fault. She should have been more careful. Useless. The scars and slices that littered her arms are a sign of honesty. Rightful punishment. She was an awful person, and was fully aware of that. Yet those trembling, c

Jason's mum is insane and kills everyone. Jason then becomes counselor at the camp and avenges his mum. Mum gets ressurected and then killed whilst Jason watches. Jason cries and kills everyone. This goes on for about six movies. Then up comes Freddie, who becomes the camp director, and corrupts everyone's mind like the annoying parasite he is. Jason realises "Hey, everyones insane!" and falls asleep for the first time in 7 years. Fred and JayJay have a full-on fight in his dream. Then Jason accidentally wakes up and Fred thinks "Well, damn." and leaves. Then comes Harry Potter! A happy camper who paired up with Voldemort to save