Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Brainstorming Ideas 1
As the southern wind blows, carrying with it soils of the aged, the ghoulish grave keeper awakes, a nasty plot forming in his dirty little mind.
"This Story shall be on a group of pesky, rebellious, condemned teens who thinks they are the mighty ones. The conqueror of the universe, the master of the galaxies. Well, they shall see. And they WILL pay..."
"One by one, We shall watch them fall, oh how glorious their fall shall be. Right off the cliff it shall be, and how I shall love to see heads rolling off, down into the valley deep below..."
There could be other ways to glorify their pitiful deaths yes, but for now, I shall wait, very patiently I will wait.
The Lost boys(sinc 1503)
The Lost Boys resigned to their fates
4:57 AM
