can I be in it? I can be like a rare australian tiger striped turtle named Gertrude who feasts on the blood of my victims! Or a queen... that dances or anything else
Lmao. You'll see soon enough. Roy's the test subject though, so I'll really have to see how the format will fit. You're all the same princess though so don't worry. ;D
One thing's for sure. I really don't know how the hell I can fit everyone in as characters, but as the story goes along I'll throw some poor guy in. And I guess since I really don't feel like fucking things up, here's pretty much a little sneak peak thing for you guys. -- Your name is Tinkabella Edward Cullen! You have the longest, prettiest eyelashes, and you wear the cutest tutu that brings out your cute little butt. Aren't you just precious? Yes, yes you are! You precious little thing, you. So precious indeed! Precious enough to burn down an entire fucking kingdom in the span of a day. Is that precious enough for you? No?! WELL. FINE. BE AN INGRATE, WHATEVER. WHY DO I PUT UP WITH YOU BRATS, ANYWAY? God I hate my job so much. Stupid narrating piece of shit occupation. Yeah, okay. Fine. As I was saying… You are the absolute prettiest! All the princes fawn over you, and you, and you, and you. And you own a unicorn. Your precious, fake, spark— Oh my God. OhmygodeverythingIS BURNING. [insert ten minutes of uninterrupted screaming from the narrator and several rainbow bursts of hellish energy destroying infinite space] Your... Your unicorn. I mean. It's real. It's really real. The horn is completely real, it shoots off the prettiest rainbow lasers, it is the absolute most exquisite and it belongs to the best equine species in the universe. Yes, it did not come from hell, and it is pink. Screamy sparkly pink. With glitter everywhere, ESPECIALLY ITS HORN. It... It's perfect. You are perfect. THE TWO OF YOU ARE PERFECT. [insert an hour of trauma-induced crying] And... And what will you do now? ====> INSERT COMMAND ------ That sucked.