Yes, Part Two:
Here you go, another literary piece of crap to suffer through.
(Seriously, don’t expect this to be anything more than mindless fluffy drivel)
(Okay, time to get off my ass and actually post this)
I’ve been nominated for the Versatile Blogger Award by this kind blog! (I’m sorry, I don’t know how to refer to you)
So here are the rules:
1. Thank the person who nominated you
2. Share the award on your blog
3. Share seven random facts about yourself
4. Tag 10 bloggers with less than 1000 followers and let them know they have been nominated
Anyway, random facts:
Sweet Nightingale (I sense good potential with this one, even though there’s only one post thus far)
(I know it’s only eight, but those are all the ones I can think of at this point)
(I love using this image)
Anyway, a big thank you to all who managed to slog through this dreck.
Check back here later on (could be a couple of days, could be not for weeks) to see what else I might be cooking up. (I already have a few projects in mind!)
Maybe you’ll get to see more of Sinbad and Shark down the road? Who knows. (because I sure as fuck don’t)
-three weeks later-
“Puppy, get back here! Those are for the reception!” Dennis chased Sagebear down the hall, dressed in his leather vest and bandana ensemble like he had for his own wedding.
Sagebear herself was dressed in her very own dog tuxedo, carrying a package of raw steaks between her teeth. She waddled down past a corner, into one of the doors on the other side.
When Dennis turned said corner himself, it looked as though Sagebear disappeared into thin air.
Malum’s decapitated head fell to the ground with everyone watching. It ended up splattering all over like an overripe melon, with some of the mess getting on Meliora’s face.
Then, all was silent for a little while. It became so quiet, that it was almost stifling. Annette bent over the edge of the pillar, trying to get a better look.
“Is it over?” She could hear Shark quietly ask.
Malum continued to laugh at Annette’s apparent misfortune, beckoning the others to come closer to her.
“There’s no need to be shy, everyone!” She said to them. “I’m sure dear Annette is aching to hear your voices again!
Annette could only wait with intense dread as the group stepped forward to confront her.
It was thankfully getting to be a bit easier to inflict hits on her sister now.
Meliora unfortunately had no time to admire the sword cuts on Malum’s body, as she had to jump out of the way from a lunging attack.
By this time, Malum had become a snarling mess, with her hair flying every which way. She glared upon her sister, and began slamming her hunting knife against the floor.