A/N;
I've been convinced. These stories are just way too funny. -Grins-
I'm more writing this because most of my American tweet whore amigos don't get to hear the funny stuff that happens to me.
Even when it's not funny.
Anyhoosles,
So that's why it's a MR fic. Maybe I'll ask MG/Skittles/Bell if I can borrow one of the Iggy's so that I can actually call it a MR fic. Or maybe Saint with Fang. Or Lily with Angel & Gasser. Ianno.
Without further ado, I give you;
The Fantastical adventures of Rain the Almighty.
Except she's not all that fantastical -grins-
Me: Welcome.
Ziggles: You couldn't come up with something more original?
Me: Nah.
Ziggles: Fair enough.
Me: This is Ziggles. My rabid yet highly intelligent dancing lobster. I drew him -grins- and his picture is on deviantArt. For those of you who reviewed Amazing Clichés asking for a lobster- this is the original!
Ziggles: Shameless advertiser.
Me: Yup!
Shift: Aloha.
Me: Shift! -huggles- More introductions; Shift is my OC from the Teen Titans universe. She's a metamorph.
Shift: My name isn't very original. Hey, who are you talking to?
Me: My lovely readers!
Shift: What readers?
Me: um...
Shift: -smirks-
Me: Ziggles!
Ziggles: -slaps Shift-
Me: I love having a lobster bodyguard!
Shift: -grumbles- Bastard.
Ziggles: Oh no you di'nt! -slaps-
Shift: -growls- Hey! You sonova-
Me: RATED T!
Shift: I want something to eat. Gonna go chill with Alcaeus, Mel and Mami.
Me: My other OC's from various fics. Mami, Mel and Alcaeus aren't really central OC's, though. My fanfiction OC's and real fiction OC's seem to be getting along well, which is a good thing.
Ziggles: You know you sound crazy, right?
Me: I know! Hey- someone called me insane in an 'Amazing Clichés' review today, and I laughed! 'If you're not a little bit insane then I'm a hippogriff!'
Ziggles: Most people might take offence to that.
Me: -shrugs- I've been called it too often to take offence to it. Haha, today...
Ziggles: I feel a story coming on...
Me: Damn straight! Anyway, today we were at footy practise, and me and my friend were laughing about something, and she did this really weird laugh. It went like this 'nahahaha-squeak!' And then I said she sounded like a horse going through puberty, and imitated her laugh.
Ziggles: Interesting...
Me: Of course, this led to a conversation consisting entirely of horse noises, then I'm like 'Why are we making horse noises!?' and she's like 'I really don't know!' and then we just laughed harder.
Ziggles: Didn't she scratch you in the eye?
Me: Yes- we had to do this tackling drill and she scratched me in the eye with her long nails... ouch.
Ziggles: At least you're not blind.
Me: Like Iggy. -is sad for Iggy- Haha, after we were leaving footy, there was a random pair of pants on the floor, and I looked at it for a second, and then I'm like 'SOMEONE LEFT THEIR PANTS ON THE FLOOR!'
Ziggles: That's normal...
Me: They like it. Anyway. People started shouting out 'There's a bra!' and 'I found a pair of boxers!' and etcetera.
Ziggles: You trend setter.
Me: I know.
Ziggles: And modest, too!
Me: Sorry.
Ziggles: You should be!
Me: Well I'm not -smirks-
Ziggles: -rolls eyes- I'm not surprised.
Me: OMG! Just thought of a point to this story! I've been writing stuff lately, like rants on teenagers and poetry on teen drinking. I might post it here, kinda like a blog but not.
Ziggles: Sounds good. But isn't that like St. Fang's Poetry Corner?
Me: Damn. Must ask Saint's permission. Or maybe I'll just credit her. I dunno.
Ziggles: Okie dokie artichokie.
Me: I've never had an artichoke.
Ziggles: Weren't you supposed to be posting something up here?
Me: Oh yeah! This is not the happiest poem ever, but eh. Maybe I'll write some MR related ones. I dunno.
She was just sixteen and her life was flying past, that dream she had it was fading fast,
'Cos that special boy she'd thought was the one, had gone and told her it was over and done,
She turned to the bottle and partied too hard, she'd starve herself to get rid of the lard,
She was just sixteen and her heart was a mess, she'd spend all her savings on a skimpy dress,
Nothing made sense, nothing was clear, no one said the words she needed to hear,
Her life took a nosedive, she felt she was drowning; nothing she did was ever worth telling,
Night after night she collapsed in a heap; her headaches were nothing it was remorse she couldn't beat,
She went through guys like you wouldn't believe, she expected nothing and wore her heart on her sleeve,
Her parents did nothing but watch with dismay, as their little girl continued to fade,
She looks in the mirror and sees only hate, she just doesn't get that it's never too late,
One day she'll see that she isn't solely to blame, there are other things that fuelled the flame,
Life got her down, but she'll get through it, 'cos life's just a game and now she's in it to win it.
Me: Yeah... Like I said. Not totally the happiest poem ever, but I like it. It's got a point and a story, and that's the only way I can write poetry.
Ziggles: It's sad. Girls don't have to act like-
Me: Hoers.
Ziggles: ...
Me: What? Afrikaans is alarmingly similar to English in some words. It's not that hard to figure out what I meant.
Ziggles: Okaaaaaay.
Me: I feel another poem coming on.
I sometimes like to speak another language,
I can say toebroodjie, which is the word for 'sandwich',
I have discovered that at writing poetry I am quite fail,
Unless there is a story to tell.
Ziggles: Four lined poetry, rants... this IS sounding a lot like Saint's poetry corner.
Me: Oh well. Skits has one, and Saint doesn't seem to mind. Bell and MG have a ranting-fic-thing going on where they all talk to their respective Iggy clones. I'm just being a sheep. High leaf!
Ziggles: ...o_O
Me: Haha, random reference between me and a friend. It's a backwards high-five. AH THERE'S AN ANT ON ME!
Ziggles: Well, we ARE writing this outside, where the ants tend to live.
Me: Well, the ants should just leave me alone!
Ziggles: You're probably sitting on their nest!
Me: I SEE NO NEST!
Ziggles: ...It's grassy here. Of course you can't see the nest.
Me: -grumbles about highly intelligent lobsters and their damn high intelligence levels...-
Ziggles: That was weirdly specific.
Me: I'm thinking about starting a fiction press account. Should I?
Ziggles: Don't you think you've got enough to update without adding a Fiction Press story to the mix?
Me: Maybe... OMG SQUEE ASTRO BOY THIS WEEKEND!
Ziggles: You're a big child, aren't you?
Me: Yes. Got a problem with that?
Ziggles: If it weren't for you being a big child, I wouldn't exist, so I guess not.
Me: That's what I thought. Time for another poem!
Ziggles is sometimes quite annoying ,
And narrating with him is probably quite boring,
But he is my most loved imaginary creature,
His awesomeness is his best feature!
Ziggles: I am awesome, aren't I?
Me: Yush. -huggles-
Ziggles: Maybe we should end this soon?
Me: With another poem!
It's time to end this tale right now,
Because I know I've dragged it on somehow,
Before I post, for permission I must ask Saint,
If she says yes I probably won't faint.
Ziggles: You probably won't faint?
Me: I won't faint. I'm not that wussy. You know what I think? You know how people say that if Oprah Winfrey likes something, everyone else will too? Well, in the MR fandom, I think that as soon as Saint says something is cool, everyone else immediately thinks it's awesome.
Ziggles: She has got her own fansite, and her petition was mentioned by Max!
Me: Max! I know! It's like, this would be the convo between her and JP if he ever asked to meet her;
JP: Hello, Saint! Nice to meet you.
Saint: 'Sup Jimmy P?
Ziggles: Saint's not that wannabe gangsterish!
Me: Ugh. Fine.
Saint: Hey James!
Fang: Hello, Mr. Patterson, uh, sir. Creator-person-thing.
JP: How is this possible!? Is that FANG?
Saint: the magic of fanfiction, my friend, the magic of fanfiction.
JP: ... -to fang- Is she crazy?
Fang: That's an understatement.
Me: Better?
Ziggles: It is acceptable.
Me: I'm sick of seeing the squiggly line under your name. Must add to dictionary. LOL at the alternative spellings; Wiggles, Jiggles, Higgles...
Ziggles: Haha.
Me: Add-to-dictionary, although a useful feature, is also quite strange. You could make up whacky words like Wingdangdooblewah and add them to the dictionary, like I am about to do, and BAM, it's a real word! Ooh, there's no spelling suggestions for Wingdangdooblewah. Interesting.
Ziggles: I thought we were ending this?
Me: Oh yeah! With yet another poem! -grins-
If there is one thing that, as of late,
I really really really hate,
Is when you put something in -like this-
And the line elongates, like –this-
Me: See the elongation!!?!?!?! ^^^^^^^^^
Ziggles: Calm, Rain, calm...
Me: I AM CALM!
Ziggles: I know, I know. –pats head-
Me: OMG THE LINE ELONGATED AGAIN!
Ziggles: Take a stand.
Me: Fine. I refuse to fix up any elongated lines until the end of this chapter.
Ziggles: Good idea. Okay, let's end it now.
Me: With another- haha, just kidding. Adios!
Ziggles: Adios! –waves
Me: ARGH! GODDAMN ELONGATED LINE!
Ziggles: R & R?