Timmy the Reaper
Created by Tyler Gates
Warning: This written series is overly ridiculous and may cause some readers to go "wtf". Oh, it also has some nasty themes and gore n' stuff too.
"Non-Making of Sense" Special Guest written by Jacqui Zegarac
Whilst Tyler was off, gallivanting with purple rabbits, his best friend Jacqui decided to take over the writing role of TtR while he heavily tripped on balls.... This chapter will have nothing to do with the storyline whatsoever
Once upon a time there was a bright blue flower with pink polka dots called
Mark. He was a very lonely flower as he was the only one in a squillion kilometers. Day after day, he watched big black birds fly by above him and longed to be free - to be able to move somewhere else other than the place he always stood.
"I wish I had wings so I could fly away from this barren wasteland," he often thought. But he could never move, for his roots snaked deep under the ground, while finding the tiniest molecules of water so that he could continue his cycle of photosynthesis. (Wow, such a big word for a small brain o.O)
Then one day, as Mark was sitting in natures assigned place for him, a large figure (keeping in mind this dude is a flower so large for him would be relatively small for us
) approached him.
The figure introduced itself with a sigh, "Hello, my name is Timmy" (WOO TIMMYY!! Had to put him in somewhere
) and with one swift movement, Mark was cut in half.
"Well that wasn't fun AT ALL~!! Remind me again why Mr Killall asked us to cut one measly little flower in half?" Said Scythe in a disappointed manner.
"Because Killall hates flowers...." replied Timmy as he walked away from the now shriveled up Mark - disembodied, along with any flowers that had sprouted up in the Wasteland before him.
Now, let's review what we've all learned from this chapter shall we?
.... If you're a flower living in the Reaper Wasteland... you're fucked
There you go
To Be Disembodied
(o.o) For those who are wondering; yes I did edit this chapter and tweaked it just a tad, but the core of the writing is not mine. And just in case you were looking forward to my humorous comments for this chapter then I won't leave you disappointed
Once upon time, in a galaxy pretty far away I was puffing on my crack pipe to come up with new material for the rest of the TtR chapters
[Note: this is not a fictional comment - just ask Donald McWiener]