Post by Haunter 360 on Jun 10, 2006 7:42:42 GMT -5
Unfortunately, the storyliner's pay check's were in Haunter's pocket, and so was lost forever in the endless sea of rice pudding.
The angry storyliners then, in a beserk rush for revenge, unleashed... THE DREADED SCRIPT!!!
(Ha! Bet'cha didn't see THAT coming...)
The script laughed evilly.
"HAHAHAHA! Soon all the world, no, the UNIVERSE will be MINE!!!"
To prove his point, the script vaporised all the mad insane rice-pudding coated aliens, before turning to Timewarp.
Timewarp leapt forward.
"I'm not afraid of you! I know your weakness!"
He then held his breath, braced himself... But nothing happened.
"What the-? Why can't I sneeze?"
The script laughed like a maniac again.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! FOOL!!! I have not been around for some time, because I've been busy working on a device, that will prevent you using our only weakness! I have found...
THE CURE FOR THE COMMON COLD!!!
I have sprayed the cure, in gas form, all over the entire universe, so now... SNEEZING IS IMPOSSIBLE!!!
In future generations, your children will have no need to sneeze, therefore, they shall lose the ability altogether...
But don't worry. Afterall, they wouldn't need to.
BECAUSE THE WORLD IS ALREADY OURS!!!"
The script then held up the deed to Earth, proving his point.
Timewarp realised what this meant... The scripts could longer die!
They could no longer be defeated!
They were IMMORTAL...
Laughing evilly, the script then vaporised Timewarp.
Within minutes, all military activities on Earth ceased.
The scripts vaporised all those in seats of power, and reduced the few surviving life forms of Earth to slavery.
Darkness then spread across the universe, planet by planet, solar system by solar system, galaxy by galaxy, and when technology increased, dimension by dimension, universe by universe...
The scripts, really HAD conquered the universe...
(Bet'cha didn't see THAT coming!)
Planets and people fell like dominoes, succumming to the wrath of the scripts. Even Donald Duck and a random alien fell victim, moths were reduced to pulling sledges of bricks, to build buildings for their flat overlords.
All resistence was useless, for any who tried were almost instantly vaporised.
Even Doctor Who tried to stop them, only to realise, too late, that he had run out of regenerations.
Everything fell, to their paper-thin malice...
This tale was told to you, to prepare you for what is to come.
In your life time, scripts may turn, AND THEN...
No amount of sugar quantities will save you.
THE END
WRITER'S NOTE:
Sorry, but nothing was happening... So, I got some text-implanted overlords to conquer the universe! Cool twist, eh?
*Writer gets bricked by aggravated moths, who begin a rampage*
(Erm, this doesn't have to be the end. YOU, can change the future...
STOP MAKING FILMS!!!)
The angry storyliners then, in a beserk rush for revenge, unleashed... THE DREADED SCRIPT!!!
(Ha! Bet'cha didn't see THAT coming...)
The script laughed evilly.
"HAHAHAHA! Soon all the world, no, the UNIVERSE will be MINE!!!"
To prove his point, the script vaporised all the mad insane rice-pudding coated aliens, before turning to Timewarp.
Timewarp leapt forward.
"I'm not afraid of you! I know your weakness!"
He then held his breath, braced himself... But nothing happened.
"What the-? Why can't I sneeze?"
The script laughed like a maniac again.
"HAHAHAHAHA!!! FOOL!!! I have not been around for some time, because I've been busy working on a device, that will prevent you using our only weakness! I have found...
THE CURE FOR THE COMMON COLD!!!
I have sprayed the cure, in gas form, all over the entire universe, so now... SNEEZING IS IMPOSSIBLE!!!
In future generations, your children will have no need to sneeze, therefore, they shall lose the ability altogether...
But don't worry. Afterall, they wouldn't need to.
BECAUSE THE WORLD IS ALREADY OURS!!!"
The script then held up the deed to Earth, proving his point.
Timewarp realised what this meant... The scripts could longer die!
They could no longer be defeated!
They were IMMORTAL...
Laughing evilly, the script then vaporised Timewarp.
Within minutes, all military activities on Earth ceased.
The scripts vaporised all those in seats of power, and reduced the few surviving life forms of Earth to slavery.
Darkness then spread across the universe, planet by planet, solar system by solar system, galaxy by galaxy, and when technology increased, dimension by dimension, universe by universe...
The scripts, really HAD conquered the universe...
(Bet'cha didn't see THAT coming!)
Planets and people fell like dominoes, succumming to the wrath of the scripts. Even Donald Duck and a random alien fell victim, moths were reduced to pulling sledges of bricks, to build buildings for their flat overlords.
All resistence was useless, for any who tried were almost instantly vaporised.
Even Doctor Who tried to stop them, only to realise, too late, that he had run out of regenerations.
Everything fell, to their paper-thin malice...
This tale was told to you, to prepare you for what is to come.
In your life time, scripts may turn, AND THEN...
No amount of sugar quantities will save you.
THE END
WRITER'S NOTE:
Sorry, but nothing was happening... So, I got some text-implanted overlords to conquer the universe! Cool twist, eh?
*Writer gets bricked by aggravated moths, who begin a rampage*
(Erm, this doesn't have to be the end. YOU, can change the future...
STOP MAKING FILMS!!!)
