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Post by ♥ Azzie on Nov 10, 2009 23:14:40 GMT -5
Birdy said Weewoo.
8DD
This is awesome, Birdy, and not just because of that. XD I do hope you let us see when you finish. =D
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Post by Buizilla on Nov 10, 2009 23:15:07 GMT -5
CAN'T WAIT TO READ THE REST!! 8D
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Post by Birdy on Nov 10, 2009 23:15:53 GMT -5
Birdy said Weewoo. 8DD This is awesome, Birdy, and not just because of that. XD I do hope you let us see when you finish. =D And Azzie got my NaNo thread to two pages. 8D *thrilled* And fwee, thanksies! ;D *glompage* And of course I will. xD How could I not? 8D CAN'T WAIT TO READ THE REST!! 8D YAY THANK-YOU BUIZEL! 8D *glomps* |
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Nov 10, 2009 23:56:15 GMT -5
Birdy, that's awesome. XD It's amusing and entertaining and so enjoyable to read. ^^ Keep it up!
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Post by Birdy on Nov 11, 2009 0:06:54 GMT -5
Birdy, that's awesome. XD It's amusing and entertaining and so enjoyable to read. ^^ Keep it up! Eeeeeeee, thank-you so much, Ginz! ;D *glomps* Bwa, all these complements are making me want to write more~! 8DDD |
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Post by Kina, Grovyle Fangirl on Nov 11, 2009 17:25:33 GMT -5
8D I like it!
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Post by Birdy on Nov 23, 2009 23:57:53 GMT -5
Thankoo, Kina~! ^-^ *glomps* |
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Post by Birdy on Nov 24, 2009 0:33:22 GMT -5
Excerpt time again! ^__^ NOTE: Before reading the excerpt, I recommend you watch the following YouTube video first. ^^ Now that you've seen that, excerpt time! 
As she [Miss Author] sipped her tea and ate her Snowberry Delight, she resumed watching the others in the Cafe, while occasionally commenting to Snoopy about what she saw both inside the Cafe and outside, in the Catacombs. (“Hey, look at that faerie chasing that Weewoo!” “Ooh, looks like someone just won a paintbrush from the Storytelling contest.” “Woah, was that Chet Flash that just ran past?”)
Miss Author would have probably said more, but at that moment, a group of grenade-wielding ninjas burst into the Cafe.
But the fact that they were wielding grenades wasn't the odd thing.
The odd thing was that...
...they were all dressed like...
...pirates....
Everyone fell silent as they looked wide-eyed and worriedly at the ninjas dressed as pirates. At that moment, it was so silent the the cafe you could've heard a small sharp-ended object that you thread with...thread...then sew things together drop on the floor.
What is it? Snoopy wrote. What's happening?
“Um...” Miss Author whispered. “A group of grenade-wielding ninjas just burst through the door...”
Ah yes, grenades; a staple of ninja weaponry.
But then, before anyone could say anything more, some music began to play, the lights dimmed, and two of the ninjas dressed as pirates stepped forwards as the ninjas began to sing...
“Sixteen men on a dead man's chest; yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!”
One began something of a solo, and was obviously the “captain”.
“Avast there, mates! Yer sailin' with Long John Black Beard Peg-Leg Patch-Eye Hook; the scourge of the bounding main. Bloodthirstiest, black-heartiest pirate captain ever t' sail the seven seas, ha ha! What say ye we 'oist the Jolly Roger, 'eel over t' yonder Spanish galleon, lay a few broadsides aggin' 'er timbers, swing over there on these 'ere lanyards with our cutlasses in our teeth, cut 'em to ribbons and split the booty! What say ye to that, me hearties? 'ey?”
The pirates began cheering.
Well, all but one.
“I don't like it.” she declared.
“You don't like it?!” The captan was aghast.
“I don't like it and I don't wanna do it. It's tacky.” she sniffed. “And don't look at me that way.” she added.
“Well, if you don't like it,” the captain growled, “what do you want?”
The music changed, and the pirate who protested stepped forwards, presumable to sing a solo.
“I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance! I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance! Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants; I want to sing and dance!”
When she finished her solo, the captain was sneering.
“You want to sing and dance? Ha! Well, you don't like plundering, 'ey? Well, shiver me timbers, 'ow 'bout treasuring, huh? Rubies, and emeralds, pearls, gold doubloons and British sovereigns. Silver chalices encrusted with diamonds and jewels, necklaces and bracelets of every shape and size, fit for the crown 'eads of Europe, 'ey? And all buried in a pirate's chest and I just happen to know where.” he smiled smugly. “How about that me bloodthirsty buckos? Ha, ha, ha!”
The pirates began to cheer again, but then, the other pirate spoke up again.
“I don't like it.”
“You don't like it?!”
“I don't like it, and I don't want it.”
“She don't want it,” the captain sneered.
“And I won't do it. I'm an artiste.”
“An artiste?” the captain sneered again. “Well, miz artiste, what do you want?”
The music changed again, and once again the other pirate stepped forwards for a solo.
“I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance! I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance! Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants; I want to sing and dance!”
“Now, listen 'ere!” the captain roared. “This ain't no floating Gilbert and Sullivan show, you know, for some little flittin' tinkerbell! This here be a black-hearted pirate ship! And I would have you keelhauled if you weren't me own flesh and blood, you little twit! So you don't like plunderin' 'ey?”
“I don't like it.”
“And you don't want no treasurin' 'uh?” the captain scowled.
“I don't want it.”
“And you probably don't want no groggin' and revelin' and wrenchin' and rummin' either, I suppose?” the captain snapped.
“Well, deep down...” she started hesitantly. “You want to know the truth? It's not me; I don't want it!”
A“Well, what do you want?!” the captain snarled, then added in a mutter, “as if I didn't already know...”
“I want to sing and dance, and--”
“I know, I know!” the captain interrupted. “And wear your tight little shiny pants! Huh. Okay...” he added, almost as an after thought, “we'll all sing and dance!”
This brought much grumbling from the pirates, who did not like this idea at all.
“I said we'll all sing and dance!” the captain growled.
More grumbling from the pirates.
“Or you'll all walk the plank!” came the roar.
Not wanting this, the pirates began to reluctantly sing as the music changed one more time.
“I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance! I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance! Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants; I want to sing and dance!”
“I like it, I like it a lot!” the previously-protesting pirate said as the others sang and danced.
“I kinda like it me own self,” the captain had to admit.
“I thought you would.” the other pirate said, smiling smugly.
“Sixteen men on a dead man's chest...yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!” sang the rest of the pirates, now that they had finished their dancing.
“I don't like rum...” said the seemingly unsatisfiable pirate.
“You don't like rum?!”
“Well no, actually.” they admitted. “Well, I might like a little Brain Bleach.”
“...”
“...With a lime in it...” she added hopefully.
“...A little bit of Brain Bleach with a lime in it... She wants a lime in it...!”
“Well, do you have any Escargot?” she sighed.
“Escar-- what?”
“What's the soup today?” she prompted the captain.
“Soup!?”
“Might have a bit of a salad too...” she mused.
“Well, how about a stinking fingerbowl?!” came the growl.
“Maybe a croissant!” she exclaimed, oblivious. “...Is that right? Those French make everything so hard! Why didn't they just call it a bun?”
The music faded, and soon everything was silent once again.
Well, except for the snickers coming from one of the tables in the corner.
The table where the ninjas had previously been sitting at.
The table where about a dozen true pirates were sitting.
Eyes flashing, the ninja who had played the rather clueless pirate stalked towards the table, her long light-brown braid trailing behind her, and swishing in the air from her movements; something akin to a cat's tail lashing back and forth in anger.
Upon reaching the table, she glared right at the one who appeared to be their captain.
“You owe me big,” she hissed at the captain.
“Oh, all right.” they sighed. “Here's your payment.”
They handed the ninja a half-eaten sandwich.
The ninja's eyes grew large in shock and the pirates began to laugh in utmost glee.
Then, her hands began to tremble.
She and her fellow ninjas had endured that humiliation...for this? A soggy, half-eaten sandwich?
In a fit of fury, she snatched the sandwich off the plate and smashed it in the captain's face.
Once again, the room fell silent, save for the plop sound of the sandwich falling onto the floor after sliding off the captain's face.
Silently, calmly, stiffly, the pirate captain picked up her mug of coffee, and threw the contents in the ninja's face.
This prompted shouts of outrage from the ninjas dressed like pirates, and the whole group of about twelve stormed over.
The pirates pushed their chairs away from the table, and got to their feet.
Both groups were facing each other, just glaring. You could almost hear that old-west “woo-eee-woo-eee-woo...” face-off music playing. (It wasn't, of course. But you could imagine it.)
The cafe had fallen silent, and everyone hardly dared to breathe, lest that small amount of noise trigger something cataclysmic.
Then, it happened.
One of the pirates snatched up a strawberry jelly-laden croissant and threw it at one of the ninjas. They ducked, and the croissant flew through the air and hit the journaling white Lupess in the back of the head.
One of the group made a choking sound, although whether it was from laughter or fear, it couldn't be told.
Slowly getting to her feet, the Lupess plucked the croissant from the back of her head and turned to face the group.
“Who threw that?” Her tone was icily calm.
Everyone pointed at everyone else.
The Lupess' eyes narrowed. “I repeat: who threw that?”
No one said a word. Finally, after a few moments of tense silence, someone gave someone else a shove, forcing them to stumble forwards.
With a startled cry, they tried to move backwards, but nobody would let them back in the group. It appeared they were going to be forced to be the scapegoat.
The Lupess' eye narrowed once more. She had no way of knowing for sure whether or not this person had thrown the jellied croissant, but someone did.
Pulling her arm back, she flung the croissant towards the hapless person.
With a yelp, the person ducked, and the pasty projectile sailed over their head and landed with a splat! in a ninja's face.
The Lupess' paw flew to her mouth, and after a short moment, her shoulders gave a lsight shake. Obviously, she was trying not to laugh.
The pirates, however, made no effort to hide their amusement at this. This show of humour caused one of the ninjas' pride to become deeply wounded, and they grabbed a doughnut and flung it at one of the pirates. One of the pirates, in turn, grabbed a slice of cake and hurled it at the ninja. They ducked, and the cake flew across the room, smashing into the wall behind a green Eyrie. The cake spattered all over the papers in front of him, and he rose to his feet angrily.
“Insolent ruffians!” he shouted at the group, shaking his fist in the air. Then he began scooping up his papers and flicking cake off them, muttering under his breath about “absolutely no appreciation or respect for the arts these days”.
But that didn't stop the flinging of the edible things.
Cake was flying every where, stick, icing'd doughnuts were sticking to the walls and ceilings, ninjas were beating pirates over the heads with baguettes, pirates were attacking ninjas with whatever they could lay their hands one, and there was even a chair or two flying around.
The entire scene was a stare of mass mayhem and Cafe-wide panic.
And during all of this, Miss Author was cowering under her table, clutching Snoopy tightly to herself, lest he be injured.
Seeing a break in the fray, the Pteri carefully but quickly shoved Snoopy in her bag and scrambled out from under the table, flying as fast as she could towards the door.
She made it to the door and out (and with only a few globs of icing and other such sticky foods on herself, too).
She didn't stop flying until she reached her home in the Haunted Woods.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2009 2:11:26 GMT -5
I think I have a new favorite song! xD I particularly like the way in which the one pirate says, "I don't like it!" and that the person who made the video used Jack Sparrow for that pirate and Captain Morgan for the captain. XD And the funny thing is, I was just doing a bit of research on Pirates of Penzance for MY nano!  A few random compliments/comments: I love how Snoopy uses a different font; it's a nice way to set his lines apart from the rest of the text. I'm glad the ninjas didn't think to use their grenades during the food fight. (Also, for any Firefly fans, was I the only one to think of Jayne's line in Serenity, "We sure could use some grenades now, don't you think?"). Random question: who's the journaling Lupess? I assume you introduced her previously; I'm just curious. One grammar thing: you used "they" when you could have used "he" or "she" a few times. I think the standard practice is that it's okay to use "they" in that way when the alternatives would be too awkward, but in sentences like "They handed the ninja a half-eaten sandwich," where the "they" means the Captain, I'd suggest just saying "He handed..." or "The Captain handed...". Not a glaring error, but I think changing those sentences would polish it up a bit.  I love the "Western faceoff music"; I could totally hear it in my mental picture of the scene, which is really cool, since most stories don't have many ambient sounds other than the occasional crash, siren, song on the radio, etc. Yay for Storytelling, Chet Flash, Brain Bleach, and Weewoo shoutouts! ^^ I'm now going to describe any iced pastry as "icing'd." Also... THE STORYTELLER CAMEO!!!!!!11!!!1 |
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Post by Birdy on Nov 24, 2009 14:58:39 GMT -5
I think I have a new favorite song! xD I particularly like the way in which the one pirate says, "I don't like it!" and that the person who made the video used Jack Sparrow for that pirate and Captain Morgan for the captain. XD And the funny thing is, I was just doing a bit of research on Pirates of Penzance for MY nano! A few random compliments/comments: I love how Snoopy uses a different font; it's a nice way to set his lines apart from the rest of the text. I'm glad the ninjas didn't think to use their grenades during the food fight. (Also, for any Firefly fans, was I the only one to think of Jayne's line in Serenity, "We sure could use some grenades now, don't you think?"). Random question: who's the journaling Lupess? I assume you introduced her previously; I'm just curious. One grammar thing: you used "they" when you could have used "he" or "she" a few times. I think the standard practice is that it's okay to use "they" in that way when the alternatives would be too awkward, but in sentences like "They handed the ninja a half-eaten sandwich," where the "they" means the Captain, I'd suggest just saying "He handed..." or "The Captain handed...". Not a glaring error, but I think changing those sentences would polish it up a bit. I love the "Western faceoff music"; I could totally hear it in my mental picture of the scene, which is really cool, since most stories don't have many ambient sounds other than the occasional crash, siren, song on the radio, etc. Yay for Storytelling, Chet Flash, Brain Bleach, and Weewoo shoutouts! ^^ I'm now going to describe any iced pastry as "icing'd." Also... THE STORYTELLER CAMEO!!!!!!11!!!1 It is an awesome song, isn't it? xD And I saw that Pirates of Penzance thing in your NaNo! Freeeeaaaaky... o.o *that spooky, "important discovery!" organ music plays* YES! You noticed the font change! *glomps* I decided on that Sunday afternoon, in town. I got to thinking that characters think in italics, but Snoopy writes in italics, so if/when I write Snoopy's thoughts, it's get confusing. So I gave Snoopy a purdy font to (hopefully) stop confusion. :3 (Plus, it looks more like handwriting this way. =D) Yeah, I realized that later, too. xD; Probably their dignity was so wounded, they were just focusing on avenging. Or something. Ah, the Lupess. Yeah, I did introduce her earlier (mentioned that "On her way to her usual table, she passed by a white Lupess, who had ordered a Meridellian Blend Coffee and was scribbling in a journal while muttering about the atrocities of collars."). The Lupess is supposed to be Nim~ ^_^ . . . Ah, the "they" thing. I think I tend to make that mistake a lot, as you pointed that out it "It Was a Dark and Stormy Night" as well. xD; Must fix this. 8| Butyeah, thanks for pointing it out! ^^ I'll get it fixed. =3 Yay! =D I'll have to stick some more music references like that in there. =D Yup! *SHOUTS OUT* ^O^ Ah, the "iging'd" doughnut. xD That went through so many spellings. One being "icinginged". XD) AND YES THE STORYTELLER. ♥ (But don't worry - he'll be getting more than just that one cameo. ;D) |
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Post by Kina, Grovyle Fangirl on Nov 24, 2009 19:03:59 GMT -5
NIMMY~! *glomps Birdy for her brilliance* That was made of epic win~! |
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Post by Birdy on Nov 24, 2009 19:16:44 GMT -5
NIMMY~! *glomps Birdy for her brilliance* That was made of epic win~! Yaaaaay! Thankoo, Kina! *glomps* |
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Post by Birdy on Dec 1, 2009 1:12:16 GMT -5
I told you so.
"Okay, okay. So we didn't finish. But it was still fun, right?"
You really don't want me to answer that.
"So. NaNo didn't work out. But guess what!"
...Do I even want to know...
"Sure you do!"
. . .Oh, fine. What?
"Well, I hear there's this thing called 'ScriptFrenzy', and--"
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
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Post by Rikku on Dec 1, 2009 1:46:20 GMT -5
The fun-ness is the main point. =D And you wrote something you wouldn't have otherwise, yes? And had fun! And general awesomeness!
... I really need to read through this thread soonish. >.>; Remind me.
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Post by Birdy on Dec 1, 2009 1:50:32 GMT -5
The fun-ness is the main point. =D And you wrote something you wouldn't have otherwise, yes? And had fun! And general awesomeness! ... I really need to read through this thread soonish. >.>; Remind me. Agreed. ^^ Andyes, I did. ^_^ <3 I shall! =D |
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