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tikificTitle: AU
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Something is rotten in the state of Mordland
Warnings: Slash, weirdness
Notes: I have no idea. Really, no idea.
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capslokdethklok.
Charles burst into the meeting room at Mordhaus and angrily tossed his bloodstained sword onto the conference room table.
“Guys,” he said accusingly, “What do you know about this, ah, ALTERNATE REALITY?”
“Uhhhhhhhh,” said Nathan, guiltily brushing Pickles off his lap.
“ARE WE IN AN ALTERNATE REALITY?”
“Why ams you t’ink dats?” asked Skwisgaar, briefly pausing from French kising Toki.
“Is it it ‘cause we’re actin’ so gay, dood?” asked Pickles, hopping onto Skwisgaar’s lap.
“No.”
“Oh,” said Pickles.
“Ams it because you ams killed some robots ninja guys with your swords ons da way to da daily meetings?” Toki posited, busily knitting his Mithril vest.
“No.”
“Is it because of my pet Chimera?” asked Nathan, tugging on the leash of the snarling, lion-headed, snake-bodied beast. “It’s because of MY PET CHIMERA, isn’t it?”
“No.”
“Well, what ams wrongs den?” wondered Skwisgaar, peering into his hand mirror, dabbing on mascara and adjusting his miniskirt.
“I just ran into some, ah, INTERESTING and COMPLEX female characters!”
“NOOOooOOooOOOooOOOO!” wailed Nathan, bending over to unzip Charles’ pants.
“Murderface!” shouted Pickles, cuddling Toki by the fireside.
Incensed, the band broke into William Murderface’s torture-device decked bedroom. They found him in a corner, huddled over his Dethlaptop.
“I’m schorry, bros. I juscht wanted an intelligent converschation about literary ficschion!”
“Murderface, LAY OFF THE MARTY STUS!”
“I guessch you’ll have to schplit now, Gretchen,” Murderface told the intelligent and emotionally shaded girl sitting in his room after the rest of the band had all departed to have an orgy and also snack on Cool Ranch Doritos.
“But I so wanted to dialog about Jane Austen!” she protested.
“Schensche and Schenschibility will juscht have to wait until we all dwell in a better world.”
“Goodbye, Murderface. I’ll never forget your literary sensibility!”
“You may call me, Mischter Darschy,” the bassist told her, hitting the DELETE key and blowing a fond kiss goodbye.
Author: tikistitch
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Something is rotten in the state of Mordland
Warnings: Slash, weirdness
Notes: I have no idea. Really, no idea.
Cross posted to
capslokdethklok.Charles burst into the meeting room at Mordhaus and angrily tossed his bloodstained sword onto the conference room table.
“Guys,” he said accusingly, “What do you know about this, ah, ALTERNATE REALITY?”
“Uhhhhhhhh,” said Nathan, guiltily brushing Pickles off his lap.
“ARE WE IN AN ALTERNATE REALITY?”
“Why ams you t’ink dats?” asked Skwisgaar, briefly pausing from French kising Toki.
“Is it it ‘cause we’re actin’ so gay, dood?” asked Pickles, hopping onto Skwisgaar’s lap.
“No.”
“Oh,” said Pickles.
“Ams it because you ams killed some robots ninja guys with your swords ons da way to da daily meetings?” Toki posited, busily knitting his Mithril vest.
“No.”
“Is it because of my pet Chimera?” asked Nathan, tugging on the leash of the snarling, lion-headed, snake-bodied beast. “It’s because of MY PET CHIMERA, isn’t it?”
“No.”
“Well, what ams wrongs den?” wondered Skwisgaar, peering into his hand mirror, dabbing on mascara and adjusting his miniskirt.
“I just ran into some, ah, INTERESTING and COMPLEX female characters!”
“NOOOooOOooOOOooOOOO!” wailed Nathan, bending over to unzip Charles’ pants.
“Murderface!” shouted Pickles, cuddling Toki by the fireside.
Incensed, the band broke into William Murderface’s torture-device decked bedroom. They found him in a corner, huddled over his Dethlaptop.
“I’m schorry, bros. I juscht wanted an intelligent converschation about literary ficschion!”
“Murderface, LAY OFF THE MARTY STUS!”
“I guessch you’ll have to schplit now, Gretchen,” Murderface told the intelligent and emotionally shaded girl sitting in his room after the rest of the band had all departed to have an orgy and also snack on Cool Ranch Doritos.
“But I so wanted to dialog about Jane Austen!” she protested.
“Schensche and Schenschibility will juscht have to wait until we all dwell in a better world.”
“Goodbye, Murderface. I’ll never forget your literary sensibility!”
“You may call me, Mischter Darschy,” the bassist told her, hitting the DELETE key and blowing a fond kiss goodbye.
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Date: 2010-12-11 10:30 pm (UTC)