Destiny Hero

Do we really need 4Chan in this world? I would never dare go anywhere digi-near that wasteland of potential thoughts that were mercilessly slaughtered and ridiculed into the very Internet memes we all wish we could just rid of.

I have a series and my characters have super PlotArmor. One time, I even killed off the main character and brought him back ten pages later for "the sake of the plot".

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They respond to candy. Drawing things and candy will motivate little kids to shut the hell up.

You just have to show them who's boss. Then they won't annoy you. I'm always in control, so I like little kids. But spoiled ones, they shouldn't want to go near me.

Ignore this comment, Doom. He didn't think it was perfect, so he must be a troll.

Because they were bland and emotionless and weren't entertaining at all. Just a story and nothing else. But mine is a story and it's funny, so it at least has a reason to be read.

The whole thing was just downright boring, with no emotion until the last part. The whole essay in general looks like the script for a cheesy advertisement for something no one would ever consider buying.

Yes, I am degrading his hard work by mocking it. That kid slaved day and night for twenty minutes to make that one-page essay, and by spoofing it, I'm telling him it was a piece of shit, right? >________> I swear, every single person on this forum is some retard who gets offended by every single little thing possible. More proof. And if anyone cares, I finished it. I turned around, and some dude kicked me down into a pit. It was pitch black and freezing cold, and I had no sense of direction. Someone grabbed me and chained me down while I was still stunned from the fall. I looked around again, and suddenly a square in the wall in front of me lit up. It looked like a television, so I kept watching. Then, after a few minutes, a movie began playing on the screen. It was called “Twilight”, and I was forced to watch it. And that was the day I almost died.

Maybe because it's suppposed to? It's a one-page story >_> No, he's fine with it. I dump all my thoughts into my doodle page and two other things, so I'm out of ideas, so I just take the basic idea of someone else's work and I make it funny. Why would he be offended? It's not like everyone in the world is Luxord, and gets pissed off at every single comment and remark possible.

No, more like the teachers aren't strict old ladies. If the teacher likes the story, it gets a good grade. Look at a book by a famours author. Chances are, that book is emotionless, and every single sentence will end in a period no matter what, and the writer will show as little evidence that he is human as possible.

Why wouldn't you let a teacher see that? My school has good teachers that won't kill me for making something funny. Plus, I'm going to read this to the class. Is for friends who do stuff together! This was just creative writing. Rough draft, too. And if it's going to be detailed writing, it wouldn't be funny any more. And my school doesn't suck. If we have to turn in writing, it doesn't have to be some Mel Gibson would write. It' supposed to be creative. If I wanted to write "quality writing", I'd make something bland, emotionless and boring.

It's the second isotope of I Don't Careinium. We all know it only has a half-life of almost a second. Nobody's going to know that.

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Here's another English essay I had to slave out. Two quick notes, first: 1. My stories are a spoof off of another kid's in my class named Ben. He tries to make his serious, so instead of coming up with random thoughts on a paper, I just spoof his. 2. One line (don't ask) that the Masked Murderer says in Ben's story is "I'm gonna make you my back row..." That's because the killer takes his victims' teeth. Odd, I know.... 3. John and Lisa were characters from his story as well. Anyway, I'm almost done with it. It was a long and hard day, and I had just gotten home. Right as I sat down, first, my two friends, John and Lisa, came knocking on my door. It turns out that they wanted to go camping this weekend. I told them to come by on Friday so we could talk about it more, because I was pooped out that night. Obviously, they came back then. We were camping out in my backyard, and they had giant backpacks filled with supplies. “Hey, guys,” I said. “That's a lot of stuff you have to carry.” Lisa looked at me for a few seconds, took off her backpack, and held it out to me. “You have to carry these because I'm too fragile and pathetic.” This was crazy! “Hey, why don't you make John do it it, huh!?” John stared at me. I swear, that guy was emo today. “My son died in the Bahamas, so I'm not going.” And just like that, Travolta walked away. Now I had to carry TWO backpacks. I used that as my excuse to make Lisa hold one. “Sorry, but I can't camp either, Main Character. Bart says my hair and I have to go to the Pineapple Party tonight. See ya.” And just like that, my friends blew me off. This was supposed to be a fabulous camping trip, but no, it's just me sitting in my back yard with two giant backpacks. If I was going to get out of carrying this crap, I had to get some real friends. I walked downtown to find some victims. One particular thing caught my attention: There was a news report on a TV in one of the stores. “In other news, a masked murderer has escaped prison about three minutes ago, and we have live footage. Why didn't we stop him? Ask Ben Dreiker. This was all his stupid idea. Anyway, this particular masked murderer's diet is mainly people camping in their backyard.” This meant that I had couldn't go camping tonight. But I had to, anyway. If I didn't, I'd let all my friends down! I bravely began my trek to the backyard. I was so scared. It was cold. It was dark. My grammar went back to second grade. And then, I heard IT. “Oogly boogity woogity!” I heard a rustle from a bush. It was him! It was the masked murderer and he had come for me! I jumped into my van, but there was still someone in it, and it rolled off a cliff and into the Sarlaac pit! I was now completely vulnerable to this killer! My backpacks prevented me from running. In fact, they were giving me a pressure point and it was really uncomfortable. As the masked murderer approaching, I heard his voice again: “I'm gonna make you my back row!” And then I realized IT. This was no “masked murderer”. This was much, much worse. It could be none other than Michael Jackson. None other! Aah! I had to think fast! “Look!” I shouted. “A young child with no adult supervision!” Michael spun around. “I'll keep you safe, little boy!” And just like that, he was gone. I had to run back to my house as fast as I could! I dashed through the door and locked it, and any other entrance to the house. Then I looked around. I didn't believe what I had seen, and I took a quick double-take. This wasn't my house..... THIS! WAS! SPARTA!!!

Nanny McPhee is reasonable! Name: Nanny McPhee Her name makes sense, obviously. She's a Nanny. Age: 103 Yep, she's old. Class: Bitch She is indeed. Friends: None That makes total sense. Description: Fat, ugly nose, and a big cane. When you do something bad, she verbally Shoop Da Whoops ya. Nanny in a nutshell. How do you NOT want to use my character!? ='(

I think Jorge should get less fat first.

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Is this just going to be YuGiOh GX with Fire Emblem?

AHAHAHA PHAT Now that I've got that out of the way, you don't look THAT much like him. I remember the first thread I saw on this site was Toa Lord Soap cosplaying as Ike. And that's also the most I ever laughed from this forum, too. Good times ;-;

Fact: If you can't say "I'm not British", you're British. And you have to say "British", not "Bri'ish".

She is a strang, old lady.

You truely are a strange little girl.

K Well, the book only uses "sex" in every sentence. Plus, nobody felt like listening or thinking. We were all bored.

We're doing mitosis and cells. Teacher: What is it called when a sperm cell meets an egg cell? Everyone knew the answer, but nobody was going to be the one to say it. After a minute of total silence, she finally says "It starts with an "F"." And we all started laughing because we all thought we knew the answer was "sex". Ah, so funny.