So Freddie shouted your 'Doing alright' just need to 'Keep yourself alive'. It dosn't matter if John is a 'Liar'because 'Jesus' will take our 'Son and daughter' to safety at 'The seven seas of Rhye'. All you need to do is meet the 'Great King rat' and wiat untill 'The night comes down' before you kick his arse with some 'Modern times rock and roll'. with a little help from 'My fairy king'.
(it was gonna happen eventualy)
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^ Tehe indeed
while all that was happening Lexie was cowering in the corner, but then John noticed her and started to walk towards her, but before he got near enough to her to...well to do anything she screamed because a spider had just crawled frantically across her arm away from the evil Mr. Deacon.
John swore rather loudly which startled many beetles that were having a snack on John's right foot and then moved toward Lexie again and pulled her into his arms (Damn my lack of evil imagination) and suddenly a beautiful large Unicorn from the skies flew into the cave and sat on Freddie's face
'EWWWW it farted on me!' screamed Freddie in disgust.
'haha! beef stew aye Fred?' said Lex, slightly muffled by John's shoulder on which he head was resting on (You know, I must be a dumb, hopless romantic...DAMN IT! I don't want to be hopeless ;_;)
while all that was happening Lexie was cowering in the corner, but then John noticed her and started to walk towards her, but before he got near enough to her to...well to do anything she screamed because a spider had just crawled frantically across her arm away from the evil Mr. Deacon.
John swore rather loudly which startled many beetles that were having a snack on John's right foot and then moved toward Lexie again and pulled her into his arms (Damn my lack of evil imagination) and suddenly a beautiful large Unicorn from the skies flew into the cave and sat on Freddie's face
'EWWWW it farted on me!' screamed Freddie in disgust.
'haha! beef stew aye Fred?' said Lex, slightly muffled by John's shoulder on which he head was resting on (You know, I must be a dumb, hopless romantic...DAMN IT! I don't want to be hopeless ;_;)
lexie u wont b hopeless..
One day, John walked into an arena where Q+PR were scheduled to perform. Clutching a photograph of Freddie close to his heart, he wept silently, remembering the good times and how dishonest it was for Brian and Roger to have the audacity to call themselves QUEEN! Seriously, QUEEN! Just the two of them!!!! What about Smile? John thought to himself. Oh, it's all about the money for those two tossers, John thought to himself. Well, I'll show them!
First, John murdered a man who walked past him, cut off his face and wore it as a mask. Using this disguise, he snuck into the backstage area and, systematically beating up all the security who were on duty, he found his way into the equipment area. John almost broke down in tears again as he saw the bass guitar labelled with a different name to his. DANNY MIRANDA? WHO THE F**K WAS HE? John cursed like a sailor and headed towards it. Stretching out his hands he picked it up and studied it carefully.
"You know," he said aloud. "I've always wanted a new golf club. Let's see what this baby can do."
Pulling out a golf ball from his pocket, John placed it on the floor and swung the guitar towards it. Obviously, since he couldn't afford a new golf club and had been thus out of practice for five years, John missed by a mile and smashed the guitar on the ground.
"I AM THE QUEEN BASSIST!" he hissed through clenched teeth, fiercley resisting the temptation to emit evil laughter.
Next, he walked over to the keyboards. That bloody traitor Spike Edney! Who did he think he was? Did he think going bald and giving up those beastly pink shirts was going to protect him from the wrath of John? Hell no! Mind you, John's hair by this time had a one-way ticket off his own head too, but never mind.
So John sat behind the keyboards and thought to himself. "I wonder what it's like being Elton John?" So he deliberately pounded the keyboards withy his fingers until every key had been plucked out and damaged beyond repair. Spike had just been spiked and how glorious it felt too!
Now for the drums. John sat behind them and started quietly drumming. He was enjoying this and felt a little sorry that he had to destroy them. Alas, Janus told him he had to so....loyalty above all else except honour? Nah, screw that, business was business.
"This one's for Keith Moon!" John announced, kicking the drumkit over with both his feet. They fell to the ground with a satisfying clatter. "Serves you right Roger for always being up yourself!" John sneered. Now for the biggest pain in the cough cough of the lot! That man who insisted his wig was real hair - Brian Maybe It's Real, Maybe It's Not.
Clutching the Red Special in his hands, John looked down lovingly at the well-crafted instrument and held it to his chest. He then broke it into hundreds of pieces on his knee.
He then stole Jamie Moses' guitar and the accoustic guitar for "undisclosed" reasons before setting the room, and thereby all the reserve instruments, on fire. And he made sure he laid lots of petrol on the floor before he dropped the match.
Obviously the show couldn't go on and anyway, after the last tour consisted of nothing but the infamous "We've got your f**king money" speeches, the fans were becoming restless and basically demanded a show or there would be hell to pay.
As soon as the assistant opened the door, hell was paid as he was engulfed in flames. Rapidly losing his sanity, he ran out on stage in front of the audience, who thought it was all part of the act, and obediently uttered a lot of ooohs and aaahs.
John saw this and successfully fought back a TINY pang of guilt. Why should he be feeling guilty? He was a bloody murderer after all! What did inadvertantely causing the death of a foolish Q+PR employee mean anyway? They represented everything that was wrong with the bloody modern music world after all! And what was with that Scooch? Oh
First, John murdered a man who walked past him, cut off his face and wore it as a mask. Using this disguise, he snuck into the backstage area and, systematically beating up all the security who were on duty, he found his way into the equipment area. John almost broke down in tears again as he saw the bass guitar labelled with a different name to his. DANNY MIRANDA? WHO THE F**K WAS HE? John cursed like a sailor and headed towards it. Stretching out his hands he picked it up and studied it carefully.
"You know," he said aloud. "I've always wanted a new golf club. Let's see what this baby can do."
Pulling out a golf ball from his pocket, John placed it on the floor and swung the guitar towards it. Obviously, since he couldn't afford a new golf club and had been thus out of practice for five years, John missed by a mile and smashed the guitar on the ground.
"I AM THE QUEEN BASSIST!" he hissed through clenched teeth, fiercley resisting the temptation to emit evil laughter.
Next, he walked over to the keyboards. That bloody traitor Spike Edney! Who did he think he was? Did he think going bald and giving up those beastly pink shirts was going to protect him from the wrath of John? Hell no! Mind you, John's hair by this time had a one-way ticket off his own head too, but never mind.
So John sat behind the keyboards and thought to himself. "I wonder what it's like being Elton John?" So he deliberately pounded the keyboards withy his fingers until every key had been plucked out and damaged beyond repair. Spike had just been spiked and how glorious it felt too!
Now for the drums. John sat behind them and started quietly drumming. He was enjoying this and felt a little sorry that he had to destroy them. Alas, Janus told him he had to so....loyalty above all else except honour? Nah, screw that, business was business.
"This one's for Keith Moon!" John announced, kicking the drumkit over with both his feet. They fell to the ground with a satisfying clatter. "Serves you right Roger for always being up yourself!" John sneered. Now for the biggest pain in the cough cough of the lot! That man who insisted his wig was real hair - Brian Maybe It's Real, Maybe It's Not.
Clutching the Red Special in his hands, John looked down lovingly at the well-crafted instrument and held it to his chest. He then broke it into hundreds of pieces on his knee.
He then stole Jamie Moses' guitar and the accoustic guitar for "undisclosed" reasons before setting the room, and thereby all the reserve instruments, on fire. And he made sure he laid lots of petrol on the floor before he dropped the match.
Obviously the show couldn't go on and anyway, after the last tour consisted of nothing but the infamous "We've got your f**king money" speeches, the fans were becoming restless and basically demanded a show or there would be hell to pay.
As soon as the assistant opened the door, hell was paid as he was engulfed in flames. Rapidly losing his sanity, he ran out on stage in front of the audience, who thought it was all part of the act, and obediently uttered a lot of ooohs and aaahs.
John saw this and successfully fought back a TINY pang of guilt. Why should he be feeling guilty? He was a bloody murderer after all! What did inadvertantely causing the death of a foolish Q+PR employee mean anyway? They represented everything that was wrong with the bloody modern music world after all! And what was with that Scooch? Oh
Aw, Nathan, was that the story you wrote for me?
How nice. :P
How nice. :P
So, John continued his search for Kim Possible in Greece, where they came after him with pitchforks and torches.......
And Nathan announced his retirement from storytelling.
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Nathan wrote: [/QUOTENAME]And Nathan announced his retirement from storytelling.[/QUOTE]
Oh Nathan! We'll miss you! I wish you wouldn't retire! *cries* ;_;
Oh Nathan! We'll miss you! I wish you wouldn't retire! *cries* ;_;
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Nathan wrote: [/QUOTENAME]And Nathan announced his retirement from storytelling.[/QUOTE]
Nath-why would you do that? ;_; You're a great storywriter!!!! Come on!! :( plleeeaaaseee :D
Nath-why would you do that? ;_; You're a great storywriter!!!! Come on!! :( plleeeaaaseee :D
Too late. It's done.
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Nathan wrote: [/QUOTENAME]Too late. It's done.[/QUOTE]
*cries even harder* ;_; NATHAN! WHY?! WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?! NAAAAATHAAAAAN! ;_;
*cries even harder* ;_; NATHAN! WHY?! WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?! NAAAAATHAAAAAN! ;_;
There is one thing you can do for me.
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]Nathan wrote: [/QUOTENAME]There is one thing you can do for me.[/QUOTE]
*stops crying a moment and looks at Nathan* Yes?
*stops crying a moment and looks at Nathan* Yes?
Continue my stories for me. Don't let their flame flicker out.
Awww...Sure, Nathan. And I'm flattered you find me capable of continuing them, what a job! I'd never let them die out on you! I just wish you wouldn't quit.