SilverCrow-kicks-you

This is a conversation between Captive Princess and Death. Captive Princess: Hi Captive Princess: Please take me with you Death: Well than Death: *grabs you and back flips into the limbus* Death: There you go. Death: Was nice knowing you. Captive Princess: Am I dead now? Death: Yes. Captive Princess: Thanks, but... I don't feel better Death: well, than where do you think we are? Captive Princess: I have no idea, honestly. Where are we? Death: This is the limbus, the deepest core of the realm of the dead, the core which the crings of hell circle around. And do you know what that means? Captive Princess: No, I don't..? Death: This the place whe

"What are we gonna do about that?" asked the red eyed man, dressed in purple. "Why 'we'? This is YOUR problem. I don't see why it should be mines aswell, and is see alot if things." asked the second man, his suit dyed in a radiating gold, weirdly matching his pitch-black eyepatch. "If i may remind you, we started this thing so we can help each other out. My problem is yours too. And for that, the other way around." answered the first man again, slightly showing his teeth in aggravation. "He is right. we are for a reason. And on the stand of things, we all have the same problem even without this ring, so it doesn't matter if you don't want

Splash,splash,splash. The wet grass plus the mud underlow made these noises as you walked up the dirty path to your to you unknown destination. You have no idea why you are doing this. But this might need some explanation. Your name is (pre-name) (post-name). You are a sixteen years old (gender) canadian. From your personality are you rather calm and a bit shy, but also very kind and polite. Except when it comes to sports and brawl, than you get wild, loud and violent and like to join fights, even if they aren't yours. Allo in all are you a perfectly stereotypical canadian, and maybe that's why you are here now. A few weeks ago you and

 Wow,that was long! You just got away from a rant of your headteacher who had told you about "H9w triggering it is t9 miss the time 9f sch99l less9ns warning 9r reas9n." Good grief, does this guy never stop talking? But however, you are a lucky female dog that he let you away with a warning because you are a very good pupil. And right now you are on the hallways at the great lunch time break. After what you saw yesterday you didn't feel like going to the mensa, and that was what you had told your minions earlier. ---Flashback start! E-N-E-R-G-Y!--- "Eeeewww, Name, what are wearing?!" she said (or more likely screamed) and pointed at you wit