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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:14 am

And then I pwn them all lol!
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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:13 am

Lazarus, you look like this.

Because you have to be hot in order to live in the Fantasia world. Ok? And there's a shortage amount of girls available and I will get you a girlfriend.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:15 am

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Lazarus, you look like this.

Because you have to be hot in order to live in the Fantasia world. Ok? And there's a shortage amount of girls available and I will get you a girlfriend.

*Hands up* Niiiiiice.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:15 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritate and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:19 am

(lol Darkdoll! I changed Lazarus' avatar accordingly. Very Happy)

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:22 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it...Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all!

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:25 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:29 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:34 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:41 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:46 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:48 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:50 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 10:55 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 11:11 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, he decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new boyfriend.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 11:30 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, [slash]he[/slash] she decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new [slash]boyfriend[/slash] girlfriend. But was kind of still in love with Lazarus. However, Zephyr couldn't get a certain brunette out of his mind. So he decided to annoy her for all eternity, it was a great pasttime. Here he comes, Lenarche!

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 11:36 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, [slash]he[/slash] she decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new [slash]boyfriend[/slash] girlfriend. But was kind of still in love with Lazarus. However, Zephyr couldn't get a certain brunette out of his mind. So he decided to annoy her for all eternity, it was a great pasttime. Here he comes, Lenarche!

[Now wait a minute, I wasn't talking about myself, I was talking about Lazarus! D: ]
So... Lazarus wanted to become Zephyr's boyfriend, but he didn't know where to start. Just then, he met a strange creature which looked like this: /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 11:47 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, he decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new boyfriend. But was kind of still in love with Sir Kirroha. However, Zephyr couldn't get a certain brunette out of his mind. So he decided to annoy her for all eternity, it was a great pasttime. Here he comes, Lenarche!

[Now wait a minute, I wasn't talking about myself, I was talking about Lazarus! D: ]
So... Lazarus wanted to become Zephyr's boyfriend, but he didn't know where to start. Just then, he met a strange creature which looked like this: /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\

[Ah sorry, I misread. Let's continue!]
It turns out the strange creature was a girl who was curse to become a bunny until someone (like in the cliche love stories) kissed her and actually loved her! So she begged Lazarus, who declined but said he would travel with her in order to get to know her better and maybe fall in love.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 11:55 am

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, he decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new boyfriend. But was kind of still in love with Sir Kirroha. However, Zephyr couldn't get a certain brunette out of his mind. So he decided to annoy her for all eternity, it was a great pasttime. Here he comes, Lenarche!

[Now wait a minute, I wasn't talking about myself, I was talking about Lazarus! D: ]
So... Lazarus wanted to become Zephyr's boyfriend, but he didn't know where to start. Just then, he met a strange creature which looked like this: /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\

[Ah sorry, I misread. Let's continue!]
It turns out the strange creature was a girl who was curse to become a bunny until someone (like in the cliche love stories) kissed her and actually loved her! So she begged Lazarus, who declined but said he would travel with her in order to get to know her better and maybe fall in love.

Oh, Lazarus actually made a sane decision! The world is ending!

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 12:03 pm

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, he decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new boyfriend. But was kind of still in love with Sir Kirroha. However, Zephyr couldn't get a certain brunette out of his mind. So he decided to annoy her for all eternity, it was a great pasttime. Here he comes, Lenarche!

[Now wait a minute, I wasn't talking about myself, I was talking about Lazarus! D: ]
So... Lazarus wanted to become Zephyr's boyfriend, but he didn't know where to start. Just then, he met a strange creature which looked like this: /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\

[Ah sorry, I misread. Let's continue!]
It turns out the strange creature was a girl who was curse to become a bunny until someone (like in the cliche love stories) kissed her and actually loved her! So she begged Lazarus, who declined but said he would travel with her in order to get to know her better and maybe fall in love.

Oh, Lazarus actually made a sane decision! The world is ending! Her name was to be Shirley, a nice and normal name right? Except she had amnesia, might get lung cancer in the future, and had a revenge driven ex-boyfriend. Isn't this the perfect girl to be in love with?

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 2:27 pm

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, he decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new boyfriend. But was kind of still in love with Sir Kirroha. However, Zephyr couldn't get a certain brunette out of his mind. So he decided to annoy her for all eternity, it was a great pasttime. Here he comes, Lenarche!

[Now wait a minute, I wasn't talking about myself, I was talking about Lazarus! D: ]
So... Lazarus wanted to become Zephyr's boyfriend, but he didn't know where to start. Just then, he met a strange creature which looked like this: /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\

[Ah sorry, I misread. Let's continue!]
It turns out the strange creature was a girl who was curse to become a bunny until someone (like in the cliche love stories) kissed her and actually loved her! So she begged Lazarus, who declined but said he would travel with her in order to get to know her better and maybe fall in love.

Oh, Lazarus actually made a sane decision! The world is ending! Her name was to be Shirley, a nice and normal name right? Except she had amnesia, might get lung cancer in the future, and had a revenge driven ex-boyfriend. Isn't this the perfect girl to be in love with? Lazarus shook his head after considering renaming himself Rolo, and decided to stop watching so much Code Geass.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 2:30 pm

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, he decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new boyfriend. But was kind of still in love with Sir Kirroha. However, Zephyr couldn't get a certain brunette out of his mind. So he decided to annoy her for all eternity, it was a great pasttime. Here he comes, Lenarche!

[Now wait a minute, I wasn't talking about myself, I was talking about Lazarus! D: ]
So... Lazarus wanted to become Zephyr's boyfriend, but he didn't know where to start. Just then, he met a strange creature which looked like this: /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\

[Ah sorry, I misread. Let's continue!]
It turns out the strange creature was a girl who was curse to become a bunny until someone (like in the cliche love stories) kissed her and actually loved her! So she begged Lazarus, who declined but said he would travel with her in order to get to know her better and maybe fall in love.

Oh, Lazarus actually made a sane decision! The world is ending! Her name was to be Shirley, a nice and normal name right? Except she had amnesia, might get lung cancer in the future, and had a revenge driven ex-boyfriend. Isn't this the perfect girl to be in love with? Lazarus shook his head after considering renaming himself Rolo, and decided to stop watching so much Code Geass.

So they continued on their journey to a place not so far away. Then during those 2 hours that they've known each other, they fell in love. And then Lazarus kisses Shirley and she became a person again!

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 2:37 pm

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, he decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new boyfriend. But was kind of still in love with Sir Kirroha. However, Zephyr couldn't get a certain brunette out of his mind. So he decided to annoy her for all eternity, it was a great pasttime. Here he comes, Lenarche!

[Now wait a minute, I wasn't talking about myself, I was talking about Lazarus! D: ]
So... Lazarus wanted to become Zephyr's boyfriend, but he didn't know where to start. Just then, he met a strange creature which looked like this: /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\

[Ah sorry, I misread. Let's continue!]
It turns out the strange creature was a girl who was curse to become a bunny until someone (like in the cliche love stories) kissed her and actually loved her! So she begged Lazarus, who declined but said he would travel with her in order to get to know her better and maybe fall in love.

Oh, Lazarus actually made a sane decision! The world is ending! Her name was to be Shirley, a nice and normal name right? Except she had amnesia, might get lung cancer in the future, and had a revenge driven ex-boyfriend. Isn't this the perfect girl to be in love with? Lazarus shook his head after considering renaming himself Rolo, and decided to stop watching so much Code Geass.

So they continued on their journey to a place not so far away. Then during those 2 hours that they've known each other, they fell in love. And then Lazarus kisses Shirley and she became a person again! Shirley subsequently dies. "Screw it," Lazarus clicked his tongue and went galloping onto the streets.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 3:06 pm

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, he decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new boyfriend. But was kind of still in love with Sir Kirroha. However, Zephyr couldn't get a certain brunette out of his mind. So he decided to annoy her for all eternity, it was a great pasttime. Here he comes, Lenarche!

[Now wait a minute, I wasn't talking about myself, I was talking about Lazarus! D: ]
So... Lazarus wanted to become Zephyr's boyfriend, but he didn't know where to start. Just then, he met a strange creature which looked like this: /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\

[Ah sorry, I misread. Let's continue!]
It turns out the strange creature was a girl who was curse to become a bunny until someone (like in the cliche love stories) kissed her and actually loved her! So she begged Lazarus, who declined but said he would travel with her in order to get to know her better and maybe fall in love.

Oh, Lazarus actually made a sane decision! The world is ending! Her name was to be Shirley, a nice and normal name right? Except she had amnesia, might get lung cancer in the future, and had a revenge driven ex-boyfriend. Isn't this the perfect girl to be in love with? Lazarus shook his head after considering renaming himself Rolo, and decided to stop watching so much Code Geass.

So they continued on their journey to a place not so far away. Then during those 2 hours that they've known each other, they fell in love. And then Lazarus kisses Shirley and she became a person again! Shirley subsequently dies. "Screw it," Lazarus clicked his tongue and went galloping onto the streets.

He then lost all his money gambling and was almost hunted down by Lenarche then Zephyr (though separately). The years then passed with no luck of finding the stupid pink things, Lazarus found himself to be 25.

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PostSubject: Re: The Epic Fantasian Story   Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:06 pm

Chapter One: Lazarus

Once upon a time, in the epic land of Fantasia, there lived Lenarche's younger brother who is not so right in the head, named Lazarus. He lived in an Farm at the countryside.

One fine day when he was busy planting crops, he accidentally dirtied his older sister's precious sword! He was so terrified that he accidentally dropped the sword into the well!

In his desperation, he searched around for help, and when he found none he prayed to his Fairy Godfather. After that, a mysterious light appeared in front of him. After the light went away, he saw Helberg standing infront of him with fairy wings and a sparkly wand.

"Oh Fairy Godfather! Please save me from the wrath of my PMS-ing sister!" he wailed, as Godfather Helly patted him knowingly on the head.

"Then what is the price for that wish?" said Godfather Helly. "Would you give me the three artifacts of ultimate evil - the pink unicorn, the lollipop and the silk ribbon respectively - as I have requested before?"

Lazarus back off a little, because he completely forgot about it. Getting evil things means doing evil deeds for surely and he doesn't want to do that, but his sister's wrath is even worse than all evil...

"I'll do it," he said, gulping, and with the most evil spell ever invented in all of Fantasia which he knew for some unknown reason, he conjured up the pink frilly artifacts of doooooom.

After that Lazarus set off to a journey for gathering the Evil things, so he won't get scolded by his Demonic sister. Yet that didn't make any sense, since he just conjured up those evil artifacts, but as it was mentioned in the beginning: Lazarus isn't so right in the head.

And thus, even though he already had those items in his arms, he set off to look for them because he was just so insane.

"Just where the heck are you going?!" Lazarus heard a really familiar voice behind him shout. Upon hearing that voice, he was so shocked that he dropped all of his things... No way, it was... Lenarche Seleniarius, the Demon Sister herself!

"T-that, I, er-" He hesitantly turned towards his sister, who was standing there with her arms crossed and impatiently tapping one foot.

"Cut the stuttering," his sister snapped. "I saw you talking to Sir Helberg in a pink frilly tutu just a few moments ago, and I couldn't believe it yourself... what's your relation to him?"

"He's... he's my... ", he paused taking a deep breath thinking of what to say, "He's my slave. He works for me. He dresses himself in pink frilly tutus to please me."

"What?! My Helberg and your slave?!" Len became really furious and in that instand Lazarus began to seriously reget what he had said.

But he remembered then, that he was a man, and being treated like that from his sister is too shameful. He puffed out his chest, "Yes little sister. U mad? Trollolololol. Tits or gtfo, now. Wait, I remembered! You don't have any!", he ended with a laugh triumphantly.

"Heh," Lenarche smiled sadistically, cracking her knuckles, "You really are insane. First off, I'm your older sister. Second off, I do have boobs. And third off, did you forget that I'm stronger than you?"

The boy dusted off his clothes looking towards his sister, non-chalantly. "Oh yes, I see them now. They were hiding behind your fat rolls, you cow", he whistled and a strong white horse appeared. Getting onto the horse he said, "Goodbye stupid cow, I'm leaving to a far away land to find cute and sexy girls, not like you. I bet no one wants to date you, that's why you're single. Look in the mirror before you talk, you suck", he galloped off into the sunset.

Chapter Two: Lazarus's Tyranny.

Months passed since the day Lazarus has changed. Now he lived in a little city known for it's good beer.

After draining his 78th cup, he wiped his mouth and grinned drunkenly at the barmaid over the counter.

"Hey, jive mew one moar!!!" said Lazarus in drunken state. But without fail he seemed to catch the eyes of certain curious people around him. One of them was a green haired guy, who was wearing a mask. The mysterious person smirked and approached Lazarus.

"Enjoying yourself a little too much, my friend?" the man grinned and gestured in mock politeness, causing Lazarus to narrow his eyes in contempt at the 'grasshead'.

"Wut d'ya want blockhead?", Lazarus murmured as he tipped off his chair, and fell down right on his arse. He quickly stood up clutching the man's clothes, "Are you lewkin' for a faight?", his face only inches from the green haired man's

"Actually, I have an offer for you." Said the masked man, still grinning.

"Off'r?" Lazarus was a little calmer, but still wary of the stranger.

The man smiled and drew closer towards Lazarus, who flinched, seeing that the tips of their noses were almost touching.

"I'm paying you to be my servant. You have to be by my side all the time, and help me with stuff.... But, the good thing is, you get to travel a lot", the man smirked from under his mask.

Lazarus hiccuped nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow. Then he said, "Ip yew mein I myust weare ew meit costyumew thew nou, thenk yuw..." said Lazarus still a little in a drunken state. The man frowned a little at his slurred speech, then sighed and got up, coming back a few minutes later with a really really really really really expensive-looking maid outfit. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?" he asked, grinning slyly.

"Whut t'e 'ell?! Are ya mockin' me?!" Upon that Lazarus threw a punch towards the green haired man. Unfortunately he missed by just an inch due to his drunken state of mind, and fell flat on his face. "Ow", he murmured rubbing his head, but not getting up.

"N'ver... gonna..." he mumbled, and the grasshead looked a bit taken aback... however, he was too late. "Never gonna... give you up..."

"Never gonna make you cry? Never gonna tell a lie..." the green haired sang along, as he helped Lazarus up. But before he could pull him up, he slapped his hands against his mouth, "Omg... that song"...

At the man's shocked expression that turned into one of horror, Lazarus grinned evilly... as the man named Zephyr Vanguardion shrieked at exploded into a million pieces from the horrors of the Rickroll.

"I have just, RICKROLLED YOU!", said Lazarus triumphantly as he pulled himself up with the help of a near by table. "I can beat anyone, absolutely anyone!", he thought as he stumbled out of the bar, leaving the poor green haired man behind gripping his head - in horror.

CHAPTER THREE: Back to Lenarche

Lenarche was looking for Lazarus, she was sure that that splunky little brother stole another set of underwear, which belongs to the beautiful but idiotic Bonnie who lives next door.

"Now where is that stupid kid?" She sighed, opening the curtains and smelling the fresh air... that stupid kid sure has mood swings sometimes.

But back to our guy, Lazarus was in a very... delicate situation. He was hanging onto his dear life, literally - clinging desperately onto a branch of a big pine tree.

"Get away, get away!" he whimpered, as the small little animal stared at him with wide eyes. "Shoo!", he said as his grip on the tree loosened for a moment.

One of his hand could grip the tree branch again, but not long after that he fell down from the tree, and make a really hurt landing. "Ouch!" he shouted a little when he land, while rubbing his back that hurt so much, "Stupid tree!" he swearing at the tree and then he try to stand.

As he kept rubbing his arse - on which he had landed on - he started thinking about his little baby sister, oh how he pondered. "I wonder if Lenarche is doing good back home", he murmured as he once again spotted the small little squirrel. "Oh, no!", exclaiming he started climbing the tree - once - again.

"BEGONE WITH YOU, FOUL CREATURE!", hollered Lazarus as he shaked his fist at the forest-dweller, clinging to a tree branch for dear life. Said forest-dweller merely stared at him with big, blue eyes, munching on a quite tasty nut he found lying on the ground. But those cutesy lapis lazuli gems did not deceive Lazarus, no! For our intrepid hero knew they hid a most horrible horror. And that horror was...

Creating illusions! Yes, and with such power Lazarus could see: Oswald in a pink apron, dancing the macarina dance with 52 shaved llamas while watching a certain blue-haired demon threaten his red-haired son-in-law as they ate the dreaded--!!!!??

Monkey brains, for they thought the squishy red gooeyness of monkeys were delicious, but Lazarus quickly snapped out of the illusions. However, to his dismay, the rodent--squirrel currently stood on the tree branch that he had been clinging onto. I can't stop here, he thought desperately, tears forming in his eyes.

If he could only just summon up the power deep withing him to kill that rodent/squirrel, then he could just get out of this damn tree! As he thought, he suddenly had an idea. He took a deep breath and began to hyperventilate while jumping off the tree floating on his back like a goldfish.

Using his powers that he had never known before, he got down onto the ground safely, unknowing that his sister was right behind him...smirking with a certain snarky head--Zephyr!

"I thought the both of you were dead," Lazarus scored, folding his arms over his overlarge injured belly which had swollen when it came in contact with the ground.

"I met him in the bar, clutching his head like some kind of victim. Apparently a certian doofus head rickrolled him and now he's up for revenge", Lenarche explained angrily with Zephyr grinning like an evil mastermind.

"STFU, baby sister," Lazarus scoffed as Len's eyes opened wide in distaste. Lazarus ignored her and turned to Zephyr. "What's with that mask? You think you're Sync from Tales of the Abyss or something?" With that, Lazarus jumped at him and tore at his mask.

(FANGIRL INVASION!!!)
Lenarche gasped, the man behind the mask was such a cool hot looking dude, she immediately forgot about Lazarus who took it to his advantage and ran for his life with Lenarche trying to appear not attracted. However, just then, Zephyr smirked and put his hand to his hot bishie face, and TORE THAT SKIN OFF, saying, "Actually, Lenarche... he only took off my first mask. Currently I am wearing my second mask, and under my second mask is..."

[I just knew you were going to do that T>T]
"is...another mask! You know I have to keep my skin fair and beautiful for the ladies you know..", Zephyr smirked and then noticed that the idiot Lazarus had made the run for it and quickly told the disappointed Lenarche, "Okay, I totally didn't rip that off Kakashi from Naruto, okay? Now let's go chase that stupid brother of yours." Len raised her eyebrows at him as if to say "You didn't even have to remind me that" and bolted after that stupid boy with the swollen stomach.

The said boy with the swollen stomach looked back nervously, then relaxed knowing that he had enough time to run away before they knew anything it was time to get the fluffy pink dolls for his Godfather. Now, where could I have possibly dropped them... he thought nervously. Time was running out.

Lenarche and Zephyr were running through the town looking feverishly for the idiot brother of Lenarche's, and they finally found a tip that he was somewhere in a certain creepy deserted mansion. Pinpointing the location as the "Manor of Vanguarded Ions", they began their pursuit.

Chapter 3: The Haunted Mansion

The air was musty inside, dark, gray, and just plain lonely. Lenarche quickly hid behind Zephyr who was the least bit shaken up and they heard a bang in the kitchen. "It's probably nothing," Zephyr said slowly, but his words were proven wrong when a bright light envelopes the two of them, and the room caught fire!

"Gah! Quickly, put out the fire you masked hottie!" Lenarche screamed, panicking for her dear life. While Zephyr was muttering a spell to put out the fire, Lazarus unveiled himself in front of them locking the door like what a true idiot would do. As if that weren't shocking enough, he started buttdancing like a monkey in front of the shocked Lenarche and Zephyr, who stood there for a couple of minutes without moving.

The soon-to-be couple stood there irritated and finally thrust out their arms in unison and blasted ice cold magic at Lazarus. Too bad since Zephyr only knows wind magic, he ends up blasting hot gusts of wind instead which melted all the ice, rending them useless. Lenarche groaned, the price of having a hot partner is the brains that doesn't come with it... Lazarus flipped his blonde shiny hair and smirked, they couldn't get him after all! Blowing a kiss into the dark room, he let go of a rose which mysteriously materialized in his hand, showering the room with pretty rose petals and Len covered her eyes; when she opened her eyes again, Lazarus was gone into the wind!
[lol nice avatar Lazarus]

"Oh, great," Len facepalmed. Zephyr groaned, who knew that revenge was SO not sweet after all? His gaze drifted to Lenarche and smirked maybe he should just do his revenge on the sibling. As if she could suddenly read Zeph's mind, she whipped out a sword and slammed it on Zeph's head, and ran off after her idiotic little brother. There's no time to waste on this ridiculous fanon Zephyr who has suddenly lost his brains.

Lazarus was calmly relaxing at a restaurant looking at the beautiful girl who sat on a table right next to him. When he asked for her name she replied, "Kirroha. Sir Kirroha of Epic Fantasia Land."

Lazarus subsequently escapes the restaurant as quickly as possible. Sir Kirroha looked after the boy curious. OH wait, he was that boy who made the illegal contract with Godfather Hellyberg! She proceeded to chase after him NOT GIVING UP AT ALL. But Sir Kirroha is not particularly good with running, so he had to resort to this... He took in a great big breath of air, and started to sing "NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP".
[YOU MEAN SHE STARTED TO SING! You cannot weasel out of this one!]
"Never gonna..no...no!!!!!" Lazarus stopped in his tracks. Then suddenly, floods of Rick Roll pictures in clown images started popping up in his head, now he knows why Zephyr was so freaking angry at him.

So after paying compensation money to Sir Kirroha for the illegal contract, he decided to go and apologize to Zephyr and hopefully become his new boyfriend. But was kind of still in love with Sir Kirroha. However, Zephyr couldn't get a certain brunette out of his mind. So he decided to annoy her for all eternity, it was a great pasttime. Here he comes, Lenarche!

[Now wait a minute, I wasn't talking about myself, I was talking about Lazarus! D: ]
So... Lazarus wanted to become Zephyr's boyfriend, but he didn't know where to start. Just then, he met a strange creature which looked like this: /人◕ ‿‿ ◕人\

[Ah sorry, I misread. Let's continue!]
It turns out the strange creature was a girl who was curse to become a bunny until someone (like in the cliche love stories) kissed her and actually loved her! So she begged Lazarus, who declined but said he would travel with her in order to get to know her better and maybe fall in love.

Oh, Lazarus actually made a sane decision! The world is ending! Her name was to be Shirley, a nice and normal name right? Except she had amnesia, might get lung cancer in the future, and had a revenge driven ex-boyfriend. Isn't this the perfect girl to be in love with? Lazarus shook his head after considering renaming himself Rolo, and decided to stop watching so much Code Geass.

So they continued on their journey to a place not so far away. Then during those 2 hours that they've known each other, they fell in love. And then Lazarus kisses Shirley and she became a person again! Shirley subsequently dies. "Screw it," Lazarus clicked his tongue and went galloping onto the streets.

He then lost all his money gambling and was almost hunted down by Lenarche then Zephyr (though separately). The years then passed with no luck of finding the stupid pink things, Lazarus found himself to be 25. But no matter, because he conjures a magical clock out of nowhere which makes him 13 again. Or 14. Or 15. Whatever his original age was.

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