The Choice Is Yours
Beyond here lies things that I must separate from my general stuff. One way is the worst poem possibly ever written. I wanted to rip out the page and burn it, but seriously, would you trust me with fire? I know I wouldn't trust me with fire. So I'm just putting a warning sticker on it. The other way is a mature story* I'm writing. Don't click it if you don't like anthros(or 'furries'. Gah, I hate that term), explicit language, or Canada( but seriously,who doesn't like Canada?). So don't be writing me nasty emails.
*story to be posted soonish
*story to be posted soonish
Warning: Mature
The story that follows is a zombie apocalypse story that I am writing with Veronica (mentioned on home page). It contains blood, gore, and cursing, so click at your own risk. It also references to our Homestuck fanfiction, which I hope to post soon. It was written alternatively between us, so sections are separated. She started the first couple paragraphs, then I continue, and so on and so forth.
P.S. Sorry for the lack of indentation. I copied from a .wps file, but Weebly apparently doesn't allow us to use the tab key to indent. It also automatically changes the font to whatever this is. I had the sections separated with different font >:[
P.S. Sorry for the lack of indentation. I copied from a .wps file, but Weebly apparently doesn't allow us to use the tab key to indent. It also automatically changes the font to whatever this is. I had the sections separated with different font >:[
Crappy Poem
<--click if you dare
Zombies!! DX
<-- Mature