Young Writers Society

Trust me DQ, everything in this story is highly exaggerated or outright made up. Your character is no exception. Were this to be completely realistic, the story would be much more boring.

Examples of unrealistic things: SPEW Commandos, Integral, Chimp City, Yellow Submarine, SPEW Commando Submarine, Commandos owning assault weapons, Commandos being able to fire assault weapons, Commandos being able to fire assault weapons easily or accurately, Smaur keeps marbles in her mouth, SPEW, and the list continues.

Drama this is not, nor is it realistic.

Chill out DQ: Grif is totally ripping me throughout this story but I find it amusing. Nothing of anything I have done in the story mirrors the real me at all, but it's funny anyway.

oh goodness.. Grif? that was beautiful.

if Dusky can't drive... can I?

And I second Ari and allowing a certian group to show case their talent! Or, they could drive the rest of the SPEW Commandos mad. Actually, I like that idea better..

WAIT! I have a hitman!

I thought you were directionally challenged, Mesh?

Hehe... maybe she should drive just for a plot twist! We would find ourselves on Pluto in no time!

My God... what have I done?

Probably the best f'n thing ever! More please.

This is still amusing...somehow. 0o ^_^

And I think following the debating debacle concering characterization - you should add a huge dispute between some of the SPEWers over whether they're being treated like they ought to be, or acting they way they're supposed to act. ^_^''

If I were in this, I might be a half-crazed peanut loving nut who has crossed eyes...or an Imp. But it wouldn't matter, either way, would it?

Yes, it's a joke.

It is a joke, isn't it, Grif?

Yeah, I can imagine it now...

"Grif, I don't think you're portraying me right," Snoink said.

"What?" Grif said.

"You call me the Pink Leader. That's fine and all, but I'm also this gorgeous babe with extra shiny surfaces."

"WHAT???"

"Teeth. I brush and floss my teeth daily." Snoink looked at Grif strangely. "What did you think I meant?"

"Nothing, nothing..."

Yes, this is a joke.

I wonder if this would count as YWS Fan-fiction?

Mmmpff... HAHAHAHA!

(I swears I wrote a reply to this, the other day. Drat disappearing notas. Oh well.)

It's beautiful, Grif. I laughed so hard, it almost made me cry. And if I were to quote my favorite part, it would be the whole thing.

I can just see the fight over the wheel now. "No me!" "No me!" "No ME!" "Hey, wait, you ran us off the cliff."

Question: Does being a member of SPEW make me a SPEW Commando? If so MOOHAHAHAHA!!! ('kay I'll be quiet now, just had to get that out of my system.)

YWS fanfiction, definitely!

I still like this.

it r maeking me laff.

HOWEVER!

This:

"*&$@" Smaur said.

"What?" Grif asked.

Is most certainly not the way someone would talk with marbles in their mouth! It would be more around "(!$%^" or "+\*#%!."
but most certainly not "*&$@!"

Blasphemy, I say! Blasphemy!

Waffles, what exactly did you think smaur was saying?

"Well, at least it won't get any stranger today," reflected Grif. He had started the day in a Cafe eating breakfast with Silent Aviator. Now, by some madness, he was riding in a Yellow Submarine along with a mythical assault team. He began to count the number of times he had nearly been killed that day. He was pretty sure it was seven, but Firestarter's driving may or may not count.

As Grif sat reflecting, another battle was going on.

"I want to drive." Dusky said to Snoink.

"No. Pick me!" Mesh cried.

"Let me drive," Firestarter said.

The room was silent.

"The last time you drove, you took us off a cliff! I mean- why don't you go to the Engine Room? I need to make sure that they are working well, and I don't trust Phoenix with them." Firestarter looked happy with this.

"Guys, how much time to you spend with Video Games?" Snoink asked.

The room was silent again.

"I spend all my time writing or shooting things. I never got around to playing games..." Mesh said.

"Um... all my time is spent writing. I don't usually shoot things," Dusky said.

"We need someone that is completely useless in all regards except for being an excellent video gamer, someone with no value whatsoever," Snoink said.

"Phoenix?"

"No. He's an excellent sniper. We need someone more useless."

"How useful is a sniper underwater?" Crysi asked.

"That's beside the point. He knows the armory better than anyone else."

"But the armory was on the other sub," Sgt. Salt asked.

At that moment, Phoenix let out a terrifying scream that reverberated from bow to stern.

"Crysi, Salt, why don't you go console Phoenix."

"We still need someone to pilot the sub," CL said.

"When did you get here?" Dusky asked.

"I've been here since the beginning. Didn't you notice?"

"Oh, yes. Of course," Dusky said quickly.

"I wish we left DQ on the surface, he could probably be qualified," Snoink said.

"I wish you were actually serious," Silent Aviator said, entering the room.

"Alright, I'll be serious," Snoink said.

There was another short pause as everyone started thinking.

"What about Grif?" Arieda asked.

"Yeah! He's done nothing but run around dodging bullets. He can't fire a gun and he wastes all of his time playing video games!" Snoink said enthusiastically. She grabbed a microphone.

"Grif, get your gaming butt up here!" Snoink yelled. She felt someone tap on her shoulder.

"It works better when you press the PTT button," Grif said.

"PTT?"

"Stands for 'push to talk'," he explained.

"Whatever. Grif, here is a joystick. Figure out how to pilot the sub. Everyone else, follow me. We need to check on Phoenix," Snoink ordered.

So, Grif was left alone on the conning tower, with a joystick and no gaming manual in sight.

"Okay. I guess now it is as weird as it will get." Grif thought.

Aw....but...but...the ARMORY? It's...gone? Just like that? *tears form*

But I LOVED that armory!

...I love gaming more though...oh well...

!

NOOOOOOOO!

*sniff* my G36 was in that armory!

*looks at incredulous stares*

*runs away, hides behind the Empress*

Poopi. What the ***** is this? (self-censored) This story-thing-majiggy is...out of control! I dont even know what it is anymore...its long since spiralled out of the Wonderful World of Random Weirdness and into....um *tries to think of a name, fails, and begins to swear violently*...something else.

This is a totally rational, straight forward post.

*looks around suspiciously*

*glares*

For those who don't know, "integrate" is an order for a calculus command. Grif and I are taking a calculus course. The rest of the class dropped -- we're the only ones left. "Integrate This!" therefore was started after a particularly grueling math test. It's not really supposed to make sense, I think/hope. Anyway, by the time this story is finished, you'll probably see some equations. After all... since we are in a yellow submarine, I suppose this means we'll be doing chapter 8 again.