I would set my house on fire... but alas, fire restrictions :roll:

Set someone else's house on fire :ninja:

... Could I maybe go to America and set someones house on fire? Not breaking fire restictions then >D

It's arson here, which is illegal. But I'll help you anyways, Zeapea.

Hi, Zea!

*Stares at story.* Hm. Plots are good. I should probably stop setting the scene and get on with mine. oO

[Kitteh] Aw, thanks :hug:

Hi Cica! Watcha doin'~?

FIIIIIIIYAAAAAAAH! :insane:

Zea: I'm writing a story. Or trying to. I think I need a break from staring at the computer, though, so... ciao for now!

Kitteh is writing her story too. it's coming along good.

[Cica] Ah, cool. Bye~

I'm finally getting to the good part.

I'm re-reading an old book series and knowing how it ends makes me extremely sad, because the characters are so innocent in the first book...

Aww, that's no fun, Zeapea.

Yeah, it makes me really want to cry.

Heyo heyo

Hi Soda

Hows the exciting life of the sprinkleteers?

I don't know, I haven't been here in a while.

I got boooty!!!!! Wheeeee!

Yeah, you do, Woodsy. Lay off those donuts, kay? XD

Hey now... I thought you liked a little junk in the trunk Kitteh O.o


Annnnnnnnd, I hate to say this but, you have a little sumfin on your noggin there.... and it doesn't look too pleased.

No, no, she's cool. We've made nice. And she found herself a lovely mate today. :drool:

Awww, really??? Whose head are they going to copulate on, yours or the other persons??


I am watching Little Shop of Horrors (bop shoe bop! Little Shop of Terrors!) and, well, she reminds me of the plant, Audrey II

Prolly Capt'n Howdy, his head is far larger. XD

Oh, speaking of squidlys, i'm writing a love story,

It grandest treasure to have sunken to the bottom of the sea in years, and only the crème de la crème would be in attendance. Only the highest class cephalopods would partake in the merriments, as tonight, the RMS Titanic was rumoured to be the finest ship around, and what luck that it would sink here! Oh, how the fates did favour the high class of this part of the Atlantic.
There the ship lay, magnificent as ever. Rose looked on with delight, she couldn’t believe her eyes, it was by far the most exciting thing to happen in her short lifetime. In her finest wig, matching perfectly to her chromatophores, which were a lovely hue in this temperature and setting, she propelled through the large opening in the ship’s hull, and into the waiting ball room. Accompanying her was her mother, and her mate to be, Caledon, whom she despised with a passion. But of course, what was supposed to be a lovely time was turned sour by the pressure of her mother to impress Caledon, and the command that Cal expressed over her. It drove her to near madness, and she found herself in forgotten corridors, beholding the sights of the sunken treasure.
It was there she found herself tangled in a mass of strange items, strange things fashioned into clothing, but far too large for any squid. Alone, and forgotten, she figured herself for dead, and at this point, nearly succumbed to the idea, anything to save her from the impending mating of her and Caledon. But before she couldn’t entirely give in, she felt the helping tentacle of another squid, guiding her from her near self-inflicted doom. Saved by this strange cephalopod, who cordially introduces himself as Jack, and invites her to join the… lower class in their merriments. Tired of the uptightness, she agrees to partake.

To enter into the contest. It's not finished or nothing, but yeah.

Hahaha, that will be fantastic Kitteh. I like matching the wig to the chromatophores ;)