| It's them. |
| Don't touch them! Don't touch them! No one...no one...no! Don't touch them! (Well uh I wasn't...uh I wasn't gonna touch them...I was just pointing at 'em...I....) Well don't point, even. (Don't even point?) No. They can't be touched...never...I mean I.... (Can I look at them?) No. No you've seen enough of 'em (Don't look at them...) |
| Do you like hot 80's glam metal dudes. I DO c8 just kidding forget what I said fdfjaoweigaowegp |
| They are who we thought they were! |


Band Interviews 17BAND INTERVIEWS 17 -------------------------------------- Me: *Cough* Randy: *Sniffle* Me: *Cough* Randy: Is it over? Me: I HAVE NO CLUE D: Helen: Are they all gone? Cliff Burton: Who? Helen, Randy, Me: *SCREAM* WHAT THE HECK YOU RUINED OUR GAME! :c Cliff: Game? Helen: *Nod* Me: Yeah! Randy: Wait...IT'S CLIFF BURTON! Helen: ...WHOA it IS Cliff Burton! *Hug* Cliff: What...? You're confusing. Me: THAT'S IT, LOVELIES! It's time for an interview~HIT THE LIGHTS RANDY Randy: *Turns on the lights* Barbie: SQUEEE what happened?! Bon ScottBand Interviews 17


Band Interviews 16BAND INTERVIEWS 16 ......................................... The next morning... Me: *Yawn* Huh. *Looks around* Clive: *Blinks* Hi, mate. Me: Hiya Clive...say...*Looks around, puzzled* Where's Monsteravenue, Barbie, and Adrian? Clive: Barbie as in...Iron Maiden's Barbie? Me: *Nods* Clive: I think I saw them going somewhere in the middle of the night. Me: *Nasty thoughts* Oh great...great, great, great! *Rushes around the woods* WHERE ARE YOU!!!??? Monsteravenue: Huh?! What?! What do you need? *Coming out of the bushes, Adrian and Barbie behind her* Me: o.O as if I should ask whBand Interviews 16
| Because I thought maybe you would want to read some of my story I am writing for NaNoWriMo! Here's an EXERPT, CHILDREN c: Why won’t they allow me to kill myself, if it rids of me forever? Why won’t they let me search for the afterlife, if they all hate me? Why did they lock me up when I did nothing at all? ~ I lay in the grassy meadow. I stare up at the moon. I wish I was there. I wish I could escape this poor life of mine. I wish my mind would stop playing tricks on me. ~ Why won’t they let me go? I’m clean now. Why did they torture me like this? I never meant for me to be this way. Why was I damned to this life? I didn’t hurt anyone too much, did I? ~ I was fifteen years old. I would rather be fifteen years old forever… Rather than go into life to die. As you can see, my life just continued to get messed up. Even when I came of the age eighteen, I was still suffering. I went to the record store to buy my copy of Pink Floyd’s first album, “The Piper at the Gates of Dawn”. When I went home and listened to it, I just thought to myself: I want to be just like Syd Barrett. I want to make music like him. I want to live the life he did. I want to be a musician like him. He is my idol; whatever he does, I will do. This however, did not help my life. I really did want to be like him. I loved that man, so I studied up on everything he did. All these verses that had previously come to my mind, I put tunes to them. After they got to be tunes, they became songs. I recorded tracks all myself, from drums to harpsichord – and it sounded just grand. It sounded like Pink Floyd times a million. I’d done it – but I couldn’t be a rock star just yet. I had no money, but I had talent. My mum told me I had talent. As for my dad, he didn’t agree with all of this. Mum was more lenient towards the arts. My dad wanted me to be a doctor. He didn’t like my thoughts. He didn’t like Pink Floyd. He didn’t like Syd Barrett, either. So he didn’t want me to be like Syd Barrett. But I wanted to be like Syd Barrett, and if you think my dad would stop me – you’re wrong. THAT WAS IT. The real format is kinda different, but oh well c: It's about a guy named Nicholas who is actually mentally insane D: and obsessed with Syd Barrett. As you can see. He's a musician, and he's telling his life story from an asylum through song lyrics, poetry, and tidbits of stories from his life. Kinda interesting |

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*Butcher grabs pigeon and tears it in half*
Creive: "GOD! you took both the Crazy Cake AND the Fugly Pie, I'll give you that!"
Butcher: "so... you don't want your half?"
Creive: "...no..."
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*Butcher grabs pigeon and tears it in half*
Creive: "GOD! you took both the Crazy Cake AND the Fugly Pie, I'll give you that!"
Butcher: "so... you don't want your half?"
Creive: "...no..."
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"nevermind that you're always in my mind"
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"One, two, Freddie's comin' for you. Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, gonna stay up late. Nine, ten, never sleep again..."
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