Definitely making another one. I'm in the Thanksgiving mood.
EDIT: I actually apologize for this. I basically had a mental breakdown all over the computer.
Yup. Thanksgiving is tomorrow for us Canadians, and that means SPORKING!
Not really, but what the hell?
I'm starting the second chapter cause the first one is too short and... weird. Oh, oh! She has another one called "Snake Eyes". Delicious~ Someone spork that one!
Music: Me singing the Arthur theme. Yes, I'm that awesome. ("...it's a simple lesson, that comes from your heart...~~~")
Title: Teardrops (Music: The Emo Song)
Author: Alchemist.Of.Secrets ( Oh dear sweet CHRIST.)
Full Name: There are two of these cretins. One for Al and one for (*shudder*) Envy. Actually, I think it's only one girl?
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: N/A (I CAN'T GET OUT OF BOLD. SO FRUSTRATING)
Unusual Markings/Colorations: No? She doesn't mention ANYTHING.
Special Abilities: Touching people. No, literally, if she touches you, she knows all your life and what your future will behold.
TTLY NOT A SUE OMG.
Which Gate It Came From: The Gate of Sues that Make Me Want to Die
Connections to Canon Characters: AlxHer and EnvyxHer. Um, threesome? I don't know! This girl is bizarre in all the wrong ways.
Special Abilities: MAKING ME FRUSTRATED AND UNABLE TO UNBOLD TEXT.
Other Annoying Traits: BEING CREATED.
Author's Summary: I have seen what most people have not. I've seen what death is like. I now wander aimlessly to find my memories and the reason for why I have been given a second chance. -AlxOC- -EnvyxOC(Kill me. Now.)
Other Comments: Her chapters are...weird. Just weirdly put together. Bad, yeah. Of course. But WEIRD.
Some o' the worst:
Chapter One: The Torture Endured at Lab Five
I walked along the back wall of the alleyways, clutching my side and gasping for air. I've just(TENSE SWITCH. I already detest her.) recently left the scene of a gun fight. Even though I wasn't a target, one man shot at me five times(Of course. And why aren't you dead? Oh, right, you're a Sue.) before I managed to get away. Once I was hidden deep within the shadows I used my regeneration(Wait...what?) to heal myself. The usual pink light appeared as I ran my hand over the wound. Before I knew it I was completely healed and back to normal. I was about to take one step forward before someone stopped me. I turned around and saw two men in white lab coats. Great, they probably worked for the military.
"Hello," I said coolly. The man who stopped me was brown spiky hair. He was twenty-three years of age(How do you know his age?). His name was Ron Jensin(How do you know his name?!). I don't know why but everyone I see or touch I suddenly know everything about them and their future(Are...um... EXCUSE ME?). It's like I have the ultimate mind(do not.) or something. I looked at the other man, he had dark red hair, cherry red(Cherry red what?), and was twenty-eight. He is (tense switch bitch.)named Tristan Genning. I sighed, he'd be dieing(AUGHHH. SPELL "DYING" CORRECTLY.) in a couple of weeks. Poor guy.
"Hello, miss. We saw what you did, the healing, and we'd like to show you something," Ron said. I inhaled and exhaled loudly, almost like a yawn,(Then say you yawned!!) and tried to figure out what these guys are up to. I've noticed that I cannot know something that is about my future or past unless someone tells me. I can't see into my own future or past or anything like I can with other people. I guess that's fair(Except you're dumb. Because it's not. There is no equivalency of being able to see the life and goddamned future of approximately 2 billion people --I'm trying to estimate the population as ours was before the baby boom-- and only not be able to see your future. And PS you can look into your own past. It's called a "memory".) .
"And what would that be?" I asked. Suspiciousness now took over and I looked Ron dead in the eye. I was trying to make sure he wasn't going to lie to me. He had a too-nice smile on that basically screamed 'I'm gonna kidnap you!'.(Right, cause that's the first thing I think of when I look at the ... smile... of a person) Tristan smirked and whacked me upside the head with something hard. When I say hard, I mean harder-then-a-brick hard(Oh dear Jesus...Please stop now.). If he had put more force into his swing, my skull would've cracked(Does that even matter? You're obviously a homunculus). My eyesight got blurry and my sense of balance went off key(Oh, A+ description there.). I fell to the ground and my mind gave way into the world of darkness. My body now lay unconscious in front of the two men, for I had fainted(Six sentences describing you fainting to lead up to "for I had fainted"? I'm... I'm at a loss for words.).
When I woke up I wasn't in the place I had fainted. I had already figured that part out. I'm awfully sure they didn't knock me out just so they could leave me laying there(Oh my gawd does she get any more stupid?). My eyes opened and I saw that I was in a jail cell. Though I'm pretty sure this wasn't a jail.(I guess so.) I had a shackle around my neck and around both my ankles. My hands were cuffed in those wooden things (A/N: I can't figure out what they're called!(Then don't write them in)). The cell was empty; only I was in there("Welcome to the Redundancy Department of Redundancy." Seriously, if she ever were to show this to my Intensive English teacher, my teacher would literally gouge out the Suethor's eyes.) . There was a bench at the back of the cell and a bunk on the left side. I really didn't see any need for it since I was chained to the wall. Sighing, I wondered why I let myself get into this mess(I'm wondering the same thing about me.).
(POV switch(*shudder*))
I stared at the young girl in the cell in front of mine me. They had dragged her in here not too long ago. Who knows what they have her in here for(OH MY GOD, JUST STOP TALKING!).
Okay. I actually had to stop because I was going to kill the part of my mind that understands logic because I can't have it if I'm going to read this mess.
Yup. Thanksgiving is tomorrow for us Canadians, and that means SPORKING!
Not really, but what the hell?
I'm starting the second chapter cause the first one is too short and... weird. Oh, oh! She has another one called "Snake Eyes". Delicious~ Someone spork that one!
Music: Me singing the Arthur theme. Yes, I'm that awesome. ("...it's a simple lesson, that comes from your heart...~~~")
Title: Teardrops (Music: The Emo Song)
Author: Alchemist.Of.Secrets ( Oh dear sweet CHRIST.)
Full Name: There are two of these cretins. One for Al and one for (*shudder*) Envy. Actually, I think it's only one girl?
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: N/A (I CAN'T GET OUT OF BOLD. SO FRUSTRATING)
Unusual Markings/Colorations: No? She doesn't mention ANYTHING.
Special Abilities: Touching people. No, literally, if she touches you, she knows all your life and what your future will behold.
TTLY NOT A SUE OMG.
Which Gate It Came From: The Gate of Sues that Make Me Want to Die
Connections to Canon Characters: AlxHer and EnvyxHer. Um, threesome? I don't know! This girl is bizarre in all the wrong ways.
Special Abilities: MAKING ME FRUSTRATED AND UNABLE TO UNBOLD TEXT.
Other Annoying Traits: BEING CREATED.
Author's Summary: I have seen what most people have not. I've seen what death is like. I now wander aimlessly to find my memories and the reason for why I have been given a second chance. -AlxOC- -EnvyxOC(Kill me. Now.)
Other Comments: Her chapters are...weird. Just weirdly put together. Bad, yeah. Of course. But WEIRD.
Some o' the worst:
Chapter One: The Torture Endured at Lab Five
I walked along the back wall of the alleyways, clutching my side and gasping for air. I've just(TENSE SWITCH. I already detest her.) recently left the scene of a gun fight. Even though I wasn't a target, one man shot at me five times(Of course. And why aren't you dead? Oh, right, you're a Sue.) before I managed to get away. Once I was hidden deep within the shadows I used my regeneration(Wait...what?) to heal myself. The usual pink light appeared as I ran my hand over the wound. Before I knew it I was completely healed and back to normal. I was about to take one step forward before someone stopped me. I turned around and saw two men in white lab coats. Great, they probably worked for the military.
"Hello," I said coolly. The man who stopped me was brown spiky hair. He was twenty-three years of age(How do you know his age?). His name was Ron Jensin(How do you know his name?!). I don't know why but everyone I see or touch I suddenly know everything about them and their future(Are...um... EXCUSE ME?). It's like I have the ultimate mind(do not.) or something. I looked at the other man, he had dark red hair, cherry red(Cherry red what?), and was twenty-eight. He is (tense switch bitch.)named Tristan Genning. I sighed, he'd be dieing(AUGHHH. SPELL "DYING" CORRECTLY.) in a couple of weeks. Poor guy.
"Hello, miss. We saw what you did, the healing, and we'd like to show you something," Ron said. I inhaled and exhaled loudly, almost like a yawn,(Then say you yawned!!) and tried to figure out what these guys are up to. I've noticed that I cannot know something that is about my future or past unless someone tells me. I can't see into my own future or past or anything like I can with other people. I guess that's fair(Except you're dumb. Because it's not. There is no equivalency of being able to see the life and goddamned future of approximately 2 billion people --I'm trying to estimate the population as ours was before the baby boom-- and only not be able to see your future. And PS you can look into your own past. It's called a "memory".) .
"And what would that be?" I asked. Suspiciousness now took over and I looked Ron dead in the eye. I was trying to make sure he wasn't going to lie to me. He had a too-nice smile on that basically screamed 'I'm gonna kidnap you!'.(Right, cause that's the first thing I think of when I look at the ... smile... of a person) Tristan smirked and whacked me upside the head with something hard. When I say hard, I mean harder-then-a-brick hard(Oh dear Jesus...Please stop now.). If he had put more force into his swing, my skull would've cracked(Does that even matter? You're obviously a homunculus). My eyesight got blurry and my sense of balance went off key(Oh, A+ description there.). I fell to the ground and my mind gave way into the world of darkness. My body now lay unconscious in front of the two men, for I had fainted(Six sentences describing you fainting to lead up to "for I had fainted"? I'm... I'm at a loss for words.).
When I woke up I wasn't in the place I had fainted. I had already figured that part out. I'm awfully sure they didn't knock me out just so they could leave me laying there(Oh my gawd does she get any more stupid?). My eyes opened and I saw that I was in a jail cell. Though I'm pretty sure this wasn't a jail.(I guess so.) I had a shackle around my neck and around both my ankles. My hands were cuffed in those wooden things (A/N: I can't figure out what they're called!(Then don't write them in)). The cell was empty; only I was in there("Welcome to the Redundancy Department of Redundancy." Seriously, if she ever were to show this to my Intensive English teacher, my teacher would literally gouge out the Suethor's eyes.) . There was a bench at the back of the cell and a bunk on the left side. I really didn't see any need for it since I was chained to the wall. Sighing, I wondered why I let myself get into this mess(I'm wondering the same thing about me.).
(POV switch(*shudder*))
I stared at the young girl in the cell in front of mine me. They had dragged her in here not too long ago. Who knows what they have her in here for(OH MY GOD, JUST STOP TALKING!).
Okay. I actually had to stop because I was going to kill the part of my mind that understands logic because I can't have it if I'm going to read this mess.