. . . no fucking way am I going to help you out on writing this thing.
It's too damn cool so far, and I'd just fuck it up with a bunch of stupid dick and fart jokes. So, sorry, man, but you're completely on your own here. Besides, I'm no damn good at action. Ask anybody I've ever fucking dated.
The only suggestion I can offer is to make sure that I end up either inside skilly's ass or inside a casket. Those are basically the only two possible endings for any character in a Crankyland fanfic, after all.
Or, if you get really stuck, you can never go wrong with A) insulting Dmagic, or B) randomly inserting monkey butlers. Just two suggestions.
It's fucking damn good so far, although I see a lot more John Woo than I do Chuck Palahniuk, to be perfectly honest. Take your time finishing it. We'll wait. It's not anybody here has anything better to do.
--Slater
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