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| These old Creexul fics are kind of stupid. by Jhoh Creexul 04/01/2003, 1:58pm PST | ||||
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| For some reason I went e/n like 20 chapters in. The idea was that it was supposed to be a dumb fanfic (i.e. a fanfic) and it was supposed to be overlong. Like 30 chapters. Especially when most group fanfics don't need to be 30 fucking chapters. When I was at alt.games.final-fantasy like 5 years ago, everyone was writing fucktarded group fics about themselves and shit, describing the cool clothing they were wearing and how dramatic they were and important. And then on Mr. Cranky, people were writing really gay fanfics about LOL SCHOOL HEY WHAT'S UP LOL WHAT'S GOING ON ;) writing smilies and shit in the fanfics. Since I was like some obscure nobody there, I wrote my own fanfic about the group, and that is where Creexul was born. O_O
I knew a couple people there actually. There was Molly, who I talked to a lot, but then eventually she was all offended by my huge cock. Then there was Megan, but she was really just a big BITCH. She had some big fuckin tubes though. They stuck right out. So I wrote these like 2 years ago. So I was considerably less dumb than I was like 4 or 5 years ago, but still dumber than I am now. At least that's what I think every time I look back over the past 6 months. Fortunately I always feel like I'm making progress! ^_^ "Creexul" Chapter one -- "Febial Fux" "Oi! Stroth!" the angel cried as he fell from heaven. A gay angel. He cried something generally gay. That's when I stopped reading my mom's copy of The Satanic Verses (I thought it would be interesting since it had the word "Satanic" in the title). Wasn't this book supposed to be interesting? I turned the book over, inspecting the back side with all the accolades from the art fag critics who pretended to understand what was going on in the book. One compared Rushdie to Jonathan Swift. Disagreement, CALLOH CALLAH. I decided to better spend my time typing the word "cock" to 400 pound losers over the internet over a boring and poorly constructed and moderated web-based message board. Perhaps I could go on AIM and catch my screamingly hilarious internet friend who was both doubtlessly female and doubtlessly obese who decided to call herself "Veruca Salt" after some queer band that went belly up about a hundred years ago. She was not on. Then my mom told me to take the dishes out of the dishwasher. The final straw. I killed myself. But only after downloading more Anal Cunt mp3s. next chapter - chapter two -- "Don't Touch the Crunchy sOc lololololol!!!!!!!!!!!" |
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These old Creexul fics are kind of stupid. by 04/01/2003, 1:58pm PST  Oops. :( by 04/01/2003, 1:59pm PST we're watching you watch you watch us by 04/01/2003, 10:27pm PST |
