Victoria King
Cadet
*okay i had this posted in my odd thread, and i have decided to post it here, so when i update it, its easier to follow and i will update quicker, because honestly i am terrible at updates! 
WARNING:incredible odd, very weird, but hopefully you find it amusing and humorous!
The Battle For AllAlias.Com
*As the mist swept over the green grass of Ireland it revealed three armies, all poised and ready to defend what they rightfully thought was theirs, allalias.com.
First there, there were the Furneys, whose fury and rage burned with such passion. The Furneys were known for their loud singing and crazy parties that killed many of their enemies. The Furneys were basically squirrels, but more than just your oridinary squirrel. They were russian and always drunk on vodka, many a time you can see one stumble out onto the battlefield and scream in slurred russian "kiss me im irish" as his fellow soldiers chant in squiggley and play annoyingly loud tunes on bagpipes. The leader of the Furneys was not a desencdant of Furney blood, but rather than the evil furniture baron. Sitting above his troops, he would turn and squeak at any furney who was out of line or not drunk. No one knows why the Furney's want allalias.com but they do, and they have come prepared to fight with acrons and pine cones. they have also sent messages to their friends the Buninnies, the pink fluffly evil snarling creatures from the north side of allalias.com in the generali land. Armed with carrots and old teeth, they stand beside their friends to fight.
The other side who lives and dwells inside of allalias.com is the TC, the mighty TC. An army of sydney, irina, vaughn, sark, and jack look-alikes come to fight. Armed with spoons, shoes and lightsabers, they know how to kill the baron, but sadly there are no walls in the wild moors of the odd thread. TC's courageous leaders, Vicki, Irina, and Sunfire(sorry guys we were the ones coming up with this, but i love you all in the TC!!!!!) Vicki in official super swank glasses that send out flying vaughn fireworks to kill squirrels, irina with her vodka as bait, adn sunfire with a can opener, behind them stands teh small collection of TC armed with random alias artifacts and quotes and old videotapes that they are soo willing to give up for freedom. yes freedom, that is why the TC is fighting. Ever since Januray, since the Baron has invaded our peaceful threads and alias talk, they have had enough! the mist rises farther up and you can see the TC clearly, irina fallen over lying on a rock singing oh danny boy while mumbling exciteldly everyso often more jack fireworks, sunfire stands over her with blue warpaint on her face while screaming forgein words in squiggley that no one else can understand, behind her is kate, halluncinating that orlando bloom is next to her, he is not and she is flirting with a gentle breeze of irish air! and next to her trying to bring her back to earth is vicki, sitting on a yak who knew vaughn's real parents. coming up behind them are their allies, the graceful mermaids who lure absentminded cia male agents and then kill them with their poison flippers, and pixies who sprinkle laughing gas on ppl because laughter is the TC's greatest strength of all.
The mist rises furhter up and the third army is shown. From far away in these lands(most likely the alias fun forum) this group would look normal, but up close, it is a sea. Kendall is in a large purple duck bill platpus suit that is armed with spikes on the large beak, vaughn is in his hot hot dog suit and still looks amazing, jack is right beside him in a chicken suit while holding a very tight chain to irina(not irina irina, but irina irina) who is dressed up in a raggedy ann costume complete with freckles, she does not look happy at all, a permanent scowl on her face. behind her is a tater tot, a very happy tater tot eating a chocolate eclair, not one but three eclairs, none other than wiess. but the leader of the pack is a lobster with a shimmering hat of steel that shines in the irish sun, sydney and her blonde wig of butter. they are here to protect themselves and to rid the world of the TC's terrible spoofs of them and for making them be in these costumes. they are fighting for revenge and freedom from being forced to wear silly costumes and for talking to squirrels and being frozen alive.
As the mist begins to continue to rise, a little squirrel(drunk and russian!) steps forward from the far left with a little snare drum around his neck, he begins his song, which everyone hushes each other up to hear(even irina who has now seen the real jack is being pinned to the floor by the yak!lol)
tiny squirrel:
allalias is ours
we are the squirrelssssssss(held out with vibrato!)(all very airy and spirit-like another squirrel comes up to him and plays a bagpipe)
we do not come in peace
you can not kill us anymore
no more alias for you and no more making fun of us
we are the squirrels(dum dundun ddn ddn*the drum beats for a second by itself)
the fight begins
beware of the evil chair baron
he will push you off
into the grouuuuuuuuuuuund.
CHARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGE! and with that a lobster starts running to the center of the green plains followed by a frantic amazing hot dog vuahgn and millions of squirrels and chairs and bunnies come up to meet their fellow tiny squirrel.
while the TC eats smores and just laughs until they see the shadow of the mother of all squirrels coming up towards them, irina becomes sober quick and so do the rest(who were never drunk!) they form a line and right before they charge to the center they scream with fury and passion that is lifted up to the alias execs and charlie:
TOMBOY CLIQUE LIVES ON AND SO DOES ALIAS! LONG LIVE ALIAS!!!
and with that, the battle for allalias.com has begun, and somewhere in the tiny hills of a preaction for truth takes time, there is a little hobbit called marshall who holds the key to allalias.
WARNING:incredible odd, very weird, but hopefully you find it amusing and humorous! The Battle For AllAlias.Com
*As the mist swept over the green grass of Ireland it revealed three armies, all poised and ready to defend what they rightfully thought was theirs, allalias.com.
First there, there were the Furneys, whose fury and rage burned with such passion. The Furneys were known for their loud singing and crazy parties that killed many of their enemies. The Furneys were basically squirrels, but more than just your oridinary squirrel. They were russian and always drunk on vodka, many a time you can see one stumble out onto the battlefield and scream in slurred russian "kiss me im irish" as his fellow soldiers chant in squiggley and play annoyingly loud tunes on bagpipes. The leader of the Furneys was not a desencdant of Furney blood, but rather than the evil furniture baron. Sitting above his troops, he would turn and squeak at any furney who was out of line or not drunk. No one knows why the Furney's want allalias.com but they do, and they have come prepared to fight with acrons and pine cones. they have also sent messages to their friends the Buninnies, the pink fluffly evil snarling creatures from the north side of allalias.com in the generali land. Armed with carrots and old teeth, they stand beside their friends to fight.
The other side who lives and dwells inside of allalias.com is the TC, the mighty TC. An army of sydney, irina, vaughn, sark, and jack look-alikes come to fight. Armed with spoons, shoes and lightsabers, they know how to kill the baron, but sadly there are no walls in the wild moors of the odd thread. TC's courageous leaders, Vicki, Irina, and Sunfire(sorry guys we were the ones coming up with this, but i love you all in the TC!!!!!) Vicki in official super swank glasses that send out flying vaughn fireworks to kill squirrels, irina with her vodka as bait, adn sunfire with a can opener, behind them stands teh small collection of TC armed with random alias artifacts and quotes and old videotapes that they are soo willing to give up for freedom. yes freedom, that is why the TC is fighting. Ever since Januray, since the Baron has invaded our peaceful threads and alias talk, they have had enough! the mist rises farther up and you can see the TC clearly, irina fallen over lying on a rock singing oh danny boy while mumbling exciteldly everyso often more jack fireworks, sunfire stands over her with blue warpaint on her face while screaming forgein words in squiggley that no one else can understand, behind her is kate, halluncinating that orlando bloom is next to her, he is not and she is flirting with a gentle breeze of irish air! and next to her trying to bring her back to earth is vicki, sitting on a yak who knew vaughn's real parents. coming up behind them are their allies, the graceful mermaids who lure absentminded cia male agents and then kill them with their poison flippers, and pixies who sprinkle laughing gas on ppl because laughter is the TC's greatest strength of all.
The mist rises furhter up and the third army is shown. From far away in these lands(most likely the alias fun forum) this group would look normal, but up close, it is a sea. Kendall is in a large purple duck bill platpus suit that is armed with spikes on the large beak, vaughn is in his hot hot dog suit and still looks amazing, jack is right beside him in a chicken suit while holding a very tight chain to irina(not irina irina, but irina irina) who is dressed up in a raggedy ann costume complete with freckles, she does not look happy at all, a permanent scowl on her face. behind her is a tater tot, a very happy tater tot eating a chocolate eclair, not one but three eclairs, none other than wiess. but the leader of the pack is a lobster with a shimmering hat of steel that shines in the irish sun, sydney and her blonde wig of butter. they are here to protect themselves and to rid the world of the TC's terrible spoofs of them and for making them be in these costumes. they are fighting for revenge and freedom from being forced to wear silly costumes and for talking to squirrels and being frozen alive.
As the mist begins to continue to rise, a little squirrel(drunk and russian!) steps forward from the far left with a little snare drum around his neck, he begins his song, which everyone hushes each other up to hear(even irina who has now seen the real jack is being pinned to the floor by the yak!lol)
tiny squirrel:
allalias is ours
we are the squirrelssssssss(held out with vibrato!)(all very airy and spirit-like another squirrel comes up to him and plays a bagpipe)
we do not come in peace
you can not kill us anymore
no more alias for you and no more making fun of us
we are the squirrels(dum dundun ddn ddn*the drum beats for a second by itself)
the fight begins
beware of the evil chair baron
he will push you off
into the grouuuuuuuuuuuund.
CHARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGE! and with that a lobster starts running to the center of the green plains followed by a frantic amazing hot dog vuahgn and millions of squirrels and chairs and bunnies come up to meet their fellow tiny squirrel.
while the TC eats smores and just laughs until they see the shadow of the mother of all squirrels coming up towards them, irina becomes sober quick and so do the rest(who were never drunk!) they form a line and right before they charge to the center they scream with fury and passion that is lifted up to the alias execs and charlie:
TOMBOY CLIQUE LIVES ON AND SO DOES ALIAS! LONG LIVE ALIAS!!!
and with that, the battle for allalias.com has begun, and somewhere in the tiny hills of a preaction for truth takes time, there is a little hobbit called marshall who holds the key to allalias.
:king:
