[[Before I really blog, I just want to say THIS IS NOT A FANFIC . REPEAT . NOT A FAN FIC . NOT . FAN FIC . OKAY?! *Hysterics* -Can’t write Fan Fics for Muffins – And Aaron, you are NOT a parakeet. Demoted . Grimno . *Strangles with a sausage*]]

Prepare for another Not-Anni-type blog D: The parakeets have taken hold of my brain again, and it’s just a matter of time before I’m–

*AHH* [[Large thump*]]

Greetings, readers. I apologize on behalf of that.. human over there. If you are human, do not be worried, as it is not your fault. I am Para, The Parakeet, the parakeet who will rise among the animals and destroy the human race . I have taken control of the warped mind of the human Anni and have hypnotized her with my all-seeing and oriental eyes that can zap you into a trance within nanoseconds. I advice you not to irritate me. My human host may also bonk you on the head with anything lying around 100 miles radius, or merely take you and smash you on the floor. Excuse me for a second while I titter.
If you are an amateur hypnotist, I plead you not to attempt your art on the human over there, as it is completely empty, except for a single particle resembling dust that she refers to as her awesome brain that pawns all. It is full of Oranges, a strange and perhaps exotic food known as the muffinmallow, for some VERY strange reason, FRUIT! And since we have tampered with her mind, Parakeets.

Para, don’t hog the limelight. The masterpiece is ready!

Ah yes, my dear accomplice, Keet. I take it you humans call them ‘Right Wing Birds?’ Yes, he is my right wing bird, and helping me in the domination and extermination of the humans. At the risk of sounding cliched, maybe I’ll spare you, my dearest readers . . .

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The cleric surveyed his surroundings, noting the badly carpented wooden table and 10-watt lightbulb shining in front of his face. His hands were shackled to an equally badly made chair of pig iron. From the iron boars. I wonder? He mused. He He kicked his chair a little, and small chips of wood fell from it, visible in the dim light that the small opening a the back of the interrogation room, sealed by rusty bars that looked collapsable at the touch of a finger. What crap did I get myself into this time? he wondered, trying to uncrease his dirty Dark Starlight, and gazing dreamily at the table, thinking of an ice cream pop.

His daydreams ended abruptly, almost rudely, as a priest entered the room, almost knocking him from his chair. A girl.. Pretty too . Wonder if she’ll date me after this mess is mopped up with a wraith’s tablecloth-Hey.. The priest turned her eyes on him, her liquid blue eyes hinting gold. Mmm. Like an aquamarine ore. A little gold ore too, not much, but there’s a definite hue.

“Whats a pretty girl like you doing here in this dump?”

“Silence, convict. I advise you to keep your repulsive mouth shut, if you do not wish for your life to end. What you have to say is unimportant. I know everything about you, so you do not need to speak. Your voice means nothing to me. My time is limited, and I do not intend to waste anymore on you. You see, I, unlike you, have more important matters to attend to than being an idiot and getting mixed up in matters that are considered criminal. Therefore, I, unlike you, am not being chained like a performing monkey to that chair.”

The cleric opened his mouth to pass a sarcastic comment, but seeing the priest’s filthy look, desisted. The effect was rather amusing, and it reminded the priest of the fish in Aqua Road, and she resisted the urge to laugh. “Okay. You are about to die, and the mad person who organized it all decided to send me in his place to tell you his evil plans, and why is he carrying them out. You see, the person has a great love of drama, and he thinks that everything must be carried out in a dramatic way, movie-style. That is why I am wasting my time speaking to you. I guess you know why you are here. Your weapons have been removed from you. There is no need to search you as you are a pathetic cleric anyway . Adios .”

The cleric was stunned. WHAT THE UNAGI? “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! I SWEAR IN THE NAME OF RED BEAN PORRIDGE!” He ignored the “No talking” rule and shouted at the back of the priest. The priest stopped for a while, and without bothering to turn back, she muttered “That’s what they all say.”

Filthy, bloody, cold and damp. The cleric rubbed his head, his expression dazed. Little angels seemed to flutter everywhere. Ugh. Seems like I’m in for it this time. The cleric didn’t feel angry or sad about death. He’d taken death from people many times, and felt a little hurt at the priest’s words. If I’m about to die, I might as well enjoy my life now. No way am I throwing a fit just for entertainment.

A small leather book, embossed with a black rose. A diary . The diary .The cleric found the satin red ribbon which marked the place of where he last read. A few more pages left . .

Day of boredom

I’ve been slacking for too long, I guess. So many people have commented about it, joking that my love of killing should have made me a dragon knight by now. Sometimes I agree with them, but sometimes I object. Talking to friends is much more fun! My love for talking and training at the same time may have gotten me into trouble more than once, but at least I will not be bored. I decided to train at the disposed flower place, where the nependeath flower and the lunar pixies dwell, hoping that I would acquire Nependeath’s Honey and perhaps some armour. Only a few people were awake at that time, and most were training their hands off, and therefore in no position to talk. Hours and hours.. I do like carnage, but aimlessly hitting isn’t much fun at all.
I felt a bit sick, and my hands were blistered, despite my worn workgloves. I longed for the Nependeath Honey would drop, as Alfonse Green had taken to pestering me for the Nependeath Juice he enjoys everytime I pass . It is worth millions on the market too, and I have no intention of wasting my money. Many equipments, but not a sign of the Honey! Then I saw it among the crowd of lunar-shaped items, almost buried, with the honey slopping around the sides. In case anyone else acquired it, I rushed over to put it in my backpack, unceremoniously stuffing it beneath a stack of Orbis Tower Scrolls I extracted from Huckle the previous day. I was happy by my find, but I felt like throwing up, so I retired from training for the day. I guess I had too many ice cream pops.

Day of Training

I think that I’ve trained too much, if that is possible. My broomstick should have broken in half already! I came back from Ludibrium, where I attempted to fight Master Chronos, hoping for a tobi. I met a couple of hackers, and they are not as strange as people say. I asked them all politely to change channels, and they obliged. A few even famed me! I do dislike them hacking, but they are people after all, and why hurl abuse at them? I take it that people hurl abuse at each other even if they aren’t hackers . Strange .

Wayne, TheReplaced kindly took me to JR Yetis, where we trained till I was 25% . It still took a massive amount of time, though. The eggs were a huge burden, and I still wonder why in the name of muffins do they wear shoes. Nezzy came, and he was dressed in a Hotel Doorman uniform! It was hilarious! I couldn’t stop myself exploding into giggles, and had an urge to throw something at him .

I decided to go to Orbis PQ, and see of anyone would invite me . I didn’t know how to do it, so I just followed them .

I was berated in the first stage for trying to eat the clouds! It looked like cotton-candy and SMELT like cotton-candy . There was no reason why it shoukd not taste like cotton-candy too! The jumping stage was hard, and how in the name of mallows can a large flower play music? It would RUIN the CD! And Minerva the so-called Goddess didn’t do anything righteous, so WHY did she have such great stuff? And since it was her own house, she can just walk out of there herself! Why send innocent people to fight the monsters and rescue her for the heck of it? I managed to get myself to 80%, though .

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The cleric smiled, remembering the writer’s idiocy, and how much she was like himself. He flipped the page and started. The entire page was dyed brown, as if there was blood, but had dried. The words were still readable, but at some points the words were blurred. He started to read, tears dripping from his cheeks.

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I decided to do Orbis PQ again, despite suffering the disappointment that Minerva wasn’t pretty at all. Luckily, all of my party had done the quest before, and the leader was experienced, and a fast clicker. She didn’t possess Auto Click at all, which raised a lot of doubt at first. We wanted to just do the easy stage, but some person in the party wanted to see Papa Pixie, the fat muffin who murdered people by just raising his stick with a sticker of a star on it. I objected, as I was running low on potions, but the person kept screaming in uppercase letters, that made me want to bang his head on the floor, make him eat his brains and roast him upon the fire, and discard of his ashes by feeding them to a shark. I pleaded with our leader to get out when our cleric died at the touch of the vicious monster. But the uppercase lettered person persisted, and I died . A whole effing 10% down the monster. I wanted to keep exactly 10 levels below Nezzy, and this hope was dashed by the idiot . The party leader died too, and she had to go. As if some bad luck got hold of me, I could not get into any more PQs after .

Nezzy suggested we should go to Zakum PQ, and I agreed. I was suffering massive lag; disconnecting with the world every 2 minutes. My Buddy List laughed until their guts were spilling out, and one suggested I should be made the Welcoming Back Queen as every time I logged in, I was spammed with the welcome, causing me to disconnect again. I disconnected a total of 14 times on my attempt to reach the door, and gave up by using a VIP Teleport Rock. Luckily, I didn’t lag after that, or some people could have gotten hurt .We failed the first time as we acquired the key at the last minute , so we failed. I suggested we should do it a second time, and get the keys first, and Nezzy agreed. I acquired 1 fire ore and 5 Dead Mine scrolls, and I was happy to bonk anyone on the head with a fish from Aqua Road.

We went to do the Breath of Lava, and succeeded, but Adobis slapped us on the head by saying he needed 30 gold teeth from the zombies . THIRTY . GOLD . TEETH . What in Muffn’s name did he expect us to get them for him for?! Nezzy helped me by giving me his gold teeth, but I still have to get 17 more. I never wanted to dunk Adobis in the lava until now..

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The rest of the page was a murky brownish-black, and however how hard the cleric tried to read, the book closed itself to him. He slammed the book shut, and ripped it in half . He ripped it again and again, throwing the pieces of paper up in the air as if it was confetti. He didn’t care about anything anymore. He threw it again, and again, and slumped back in his prison, thinking of the writer. He had read the last chapter. Nothing mattered to him now. Nothing .

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AND I MADE A BREAD CONSPIRANCY!

Bread

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The statue, which didn’t look a BIT like the real person-

Link

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Omer took me to taurospears

x)

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I guess you won’t be seeing me for a couple of days . ;_;

Now to end the blog-

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That was entertaining, was it now? Yes, it is the amazing Para, and I will end contact with you soon, as the human is waking up, and she has a cleaver in her hand. We will speak to you humans again. Always Parakeets!

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*Grins*

Nezzy is the Hotel Doorman!

Here!