Published: November 2, 2011
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.
( o.o ) Either your vision is warped or I'm morbidly obese
Out in the neighbouring space of where the moon used to be, the Man (who was previously) in the Moon, drifts endlessly throughout the cosmos while pondering where his life will lead him. However, the drifting man is oblivious as he falls into the Earth's atmosphere, soon shooting into the planet as a mass of flames. [( o.o ) Thank goodness, the Earth just saved us all]
--------Meanwhile at Some School, in Ms Irk's class------
With Jazz as the last sole student left in the classroom [( o.o ) Since the others have all been brutally slaughtered though whether some were watching tentacle porn or not at the time of their death is irrelevant], Irk points to a giant diagram of a brain as she concludes her biological lecture, "
And thus, your membrane is clearly insane."
Jazz simply glances at the shadow-clad, demonic teacher, "Um, may I please ask a question?"
No." Irk leers at the lone student, with her forked-tongue hissing.
Sweat drips down the girl's forehead, "But, I don't think some of that information even made sen-" Before she can finish the sentence, Irk abruptly appears right in front of her desk, glaring into her soul with chilling eyes. [( o.o ) That's 'chilling', not 'chilli'. I mean, don't get me wrong I love chilli, but it simply does not apply to this situation jeeez people, what do you think, that I'd just be willing to put something random in like that? Psh]
Irk soon forms into her emaciated, clawed-hand, demonical state, "I am the ancient demon, Irkalacifera! I was burning souls in Hell before the Universe spewed out this crappy planet! My knowledge is infinite and incomprehensible to your puny, fragile, mediocre mind!...Now go home while I continue to plot your inevitable death by me."
"Yes, Ms Irk." The girl hops out of her seat, taking her mountain of text books with her as she steps out of the dank classroom. [( o.o ) Sadly, nine-point-three out of ten kids will receive this kind of abuse from their teachers; though often because they are fat and incredibly ugly kids, that all use a single brain cell.]
-------Somewhere St. -----
Timmy the Reaper rings the doorbell to a quaint, nice little home situated within a quiet neighbourhood. The door opens up, revealing a middle-aged man, appearing with a welcoming smile, "Well, hello! And what can I do for you this fine day?" With a swift swing of Scythe, the man's head thuds to the floor.
The Reaper sighs as he scene-shifts to conceal his actions of murder, and making it appear as though the man was attacked by ravaging cats. He then calmly steps away as Scythe comments, "So. He seemed nice~"
To Be Disembodied
( o.o ) Yep, definitely is your warped vision
סּ[סּ It must be the milk, THE MILK!! AHHHHHHHH!!!
SUPER FUN FACT!
Ipsofacto is a Latin phrase, translated as "by the fact itself," meaning that a certain effect is a direct
consequence of the action in question, instead of being caused by a subsequent action. No lie.