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A day in the life...

Ishcabittle really is psychic by the way. In January Ishcabittle predicted an idiot who claimed to be from Canada would register at TK in February.

Then you showed up Luci. Pretty good huh? :bigass:
 
*holds envelope to forehead*

[Johnny Carson]The, ah, poster known as SaintLucifer... let's see...[/Johnny Carson]

*opens envelope*

[Johnny Carson]As pwned as you can get. How bout that, Ed? How about that?!"[/Johnny Carson]

[Ed McMahon]YES SIR. THAT IS CORRECT![/Ed McMahon]
 
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Correct!
 
SETTING: Lucy's bedroom. Night.

Lucy's huge form shifts in his bed. Listless in his sleep, it is clear that he is dreaming. His dreams are vivid and bright, and as he sucks his thumb, he wrestles with the characters his mind creates for him.

SAREK: My gosh. I am so pwned. I don't know what to say, other than, gosh, I am pwned.

MESSENGER: My gosh. I am so pwned. I don't know what to say, other than, gosh, I am pwned.

ISHCABITTLE: My gosh. I am so pwned. I don't know what to say, other than, gosh, I am pwned.

Lucy's mouth curls into a smile around his thumb, still firmly implanted in his mouth. The scene shifts from TK to a brightly lit field full of flowers. In it, he can see a strong figure breaching the clearing. The figure is hockey great, Wayne Gretzky, and he is wearing a red dress. The dress starts to flow behind him as Wayne runs towards Lucy.

Lucy runs towards Wayne, and the theme from Shaft begins to echo throughout the dreamscape. For what seems like an eternity they run towards each other, until finally, they embrace. Once together, they begin to kiss passionately, and light floods the field. It is beautiful, their tender embrace, and in his dream, Lucy begins to cry tears of joy and sadness. Joy because, for once, he feels love, even if only for a short time. Sadness, because somewhere deep inside this dream of dreams, Lucy knows that their time will soon end...

ALARM CLOCK: Wake up wake up! It's another beautiful morning, my fellow Canucks! Rise and shine to the sounds of Cher, with her new single...

Lucy pounds the snooze bar of the alarm clock, noticing that his thumb has pruned overnight.

LUCY: Well, another day, another series of burgers to flip (if I'm lucky). Coffee... I need coffee...

The day proceeds normally. Lucy has yet to shower, shave, or brush his teeth.


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Tune in tomorrow for chapter three!
 
Hehe. I'd give you Karma, but it looks like I need to find 10 more people to spread it around to before I can do it again.
 
Ishcabittle said:
SETTING: Lucy's bedroom. Night.

Lucy's huge form shifts in his bed. Listless in his sleep, it is clear that he is dreaming. His dreams are vivid and bright, and as he sucks his thumb, he wrestles with the characters his mind creates for him.

SAREK: My gosh. I am so pwned. I don't know what to say, other than, gosh, I am pwned.

MESSENGER: My gosh. I am so pwned. I don't know what to say, other than, gosh, I am pwned.

ISHCABITTLE: My gosh. I am so pwned. I don't know what to say, other than, gosh, I am pwned.

Lucy's mouth curls into a smile around his thumb, still firmly implanted in his mouth. The scene shifts from TK to a brightly lit field full of flowers. In it, he can see a strong figure breaching the clearing. The figure is hockey great, Wayne Gretzky, and he is wearing a red dress. The dress starts to flow behind him as Wayne runs towards Lucy.

Lucy runs towards Wayne, and the theme from Shaft begins to echo throughout the dreamscape. For what seems like an eternity they run towards each other, until finally, they embrace. Once together, they begin to kiss passionately, and light floods the field. It is beautiful, their tender embrace, and in his dream, Lucy begins to cry tears of joy and sadness. Joy because, for once, he feels love, even if only for a short time. Sadness, because somewhere deep inside this dream of dreams, Lucy knows that their time will soon end...

ALARM CLOCK: Wake up wake up! It's another beautiful morning, my fellow Canucks! Rise and shine to the sounds of Cher, with her new single...

Lucy pounds the snooze bar of the alarm clock, noticing that his thumb has pruned overnight.

LUCY: Well, another day, another series of burgers to flip (if I'm lucky). Coffee... I need coffee...

The day proceeds normally. Lucy has yet to shower, shave, or brush his teeth.


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Tune in tomorrow for chapter three!
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I am so truly honoured. Someone would spend hours thinking up a story about me. To think rather than be outside living a life ISCHY sits there thinking about ways to 'get back' at the gentleman from TK who PWned him so badly. I am incredulous. Less time was required by LEO TOLSTOY when he wrote War & Peace. I wonder how many drafts were required. No doubt ISCHY was required to thumb through his DIARY to obtain ideas for his story.
 
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