Espada Prank Wars, YAH!! Options

[Zev the Wolf]

Grimmjow grumbled as he shifted in his seat and scratched at his blue hair. A soul-sucking psycopath could only take so much. The meetings after meetings after meetings felt like some kind of alien insect boring into his skull and eating his brain one cell at a time. (Not literally! Bajeezus...) Aizen's speeches were starting to become repetetive. And he didn't even want to THINK about the endless, monotonous, deep, FRIKKIN' BORING WHITE STONE that defined Hueco Mundo. He had to do SOMETHING. If he didn't, he'd go insane, and kill everyone...Though that might not be so bad...Hmm.

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Good evening, my dear Espada.

Good evening, my dear Espada.

Good evening, my dear Espada.

Stark held back a yawn and scratched his messy black hair as he struggled to remain upright in his seat. He didn't MEAN to be so bored. It wasn't the lackluster, required 'good evening' in their dimension of perpetual nighttime; 'Twas the false showing of caring and fatherly affection. In honesty, Stark loved Aizen like the creepy uncle who was infuriatingly polite, but you know if you picked a fight with him he'd lay your a-- flat. But with Aizen's broken-record tendencies, pure arrogance, and love of making everyone feel like children who did something wrong, Stark was in pure torture. If only he could do something...

And thus, two Espada came upon the same idea. The next day, they presented it to Aizen. Stark spoke first in front of Aizen, in a heated performance, with music and dancing and a professional wrestling bout between Barragan and Yammy (Though the two weren't sure why,) before Aizen decided on it. The next day, at the end of the meeting, Aizen spoke words that sent a faint chill through the Espada's bodies.

"My dear Espada; Today is the first day of the Prank Wars, to relieve tension and build teamwork skills. The teams are as follows:

Grimmjow leads team blue, with Szayel, Yammy, Aaronierro and Zommari.

Stark leads team red with Halibel, Barragan, Ulquiorra, and Nnoitra.

Dismissed."

Szayel's mouth hung open. Nnoitra cackled faintly, showing his, as Grimmjow called it, "Retarded Whale Grin" and tossed a wadded-up ball of paper, but it stopped in mid-air and dropped. Nnoitra gave it a second's thought, before he decided he didn't want to know.

And so it began.

Z*Z*Z

What do you think 'bout this start?

This post has been edited by Zev the Wolf: Aug 18 2008, 04:43 PM

It's confusing...

[Zev the Wolf]

All will be made clear, soon. Buhahaha.

Whats it about? It's more confusing than my epic...What is a row of smilies doing there?

[Xar toa of dark ...]

... Huh? That was my reaction at the end. Are these aliens? Humans? Animals? And introduce the (whatevertheyare) a bit more. Say what they do and stuff.

[Zev the Wolf]

Let me explain, through the continuation of this Epic Saga. And these are the Espada themselves from Bleach.

Z*Z*Z

Yammy finally got to his bed. After lying down, he thought he heard a faint scuffling noise. Thinking nothing of it, he got to sleep. When he was in a deep, coma-like slumber, a shadow crawled out from behind the gigantic couch as the closet door opened. One leg unfolded. Another unfolded. A gangly shadow pulled himself out, before he got stuck on Yammy's boxers and stumbled, righting himself just in time. (Yammy calls them boxers; I would call them a tent. DO YOU GET IT YET? He's a giant!) The skinny shadow revealed a roll of seran wrap Szayel had made super-strong to each hand. The first shadow yawned, took a roll and got ready. They started unrolling.

Z*Z*Z

The next day, when Aaronierro was sent to investigate why Yammy hadn't showed up to the meeting, he found out why: Yammy had been bound to his bed with seran wrap, and then flipped over. After he had been freed, Gin giggled as he wrote a single dash on a clipboard in red. "And one goes to the red team. Hoo hoo, hah. Haha. That was a good one."

Z*Z*Z

Now whaddya think?

This post has been edited by Zev the Wolf: Aug 18 2008, 06:55 PM

Tis' better! Now I suppose I better go an fail at writing an Epic...

[Raia- Warrior of...]

Well, I know nothing of Bleach, but from what I have read so far, this is still very entertaining. I guess I'll stop being lazy and read the rest now...

-Raia-