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Rewrite Finals 10By Delta
Everybody returned home safely, and Delta and Zelpha got a good rest. At least for a little while, they had some peace and quiet.
Rewrite Finals 9...I'm not sure I can go through with this.
Of course you can, my dear friend!
You can stop buttering me up now. It's creepy. Really creepy.
Then say you won't screw this up, deal?
...Fine. I already did all that drawing for it, anyway.
Yes! You are wonderful, my dear-
We had a deal.
Zelpha, hurt even worse than she had been before, unconscious, was alone in the middle of the former battlefield. Delta had been moved away and hidden under the haystack. Wendsday hadn't asked about Netbug's new bruises, or the other items she had gained for that matter.
But Zelpha had to stay, cause she was bait.
We're really doing this to a young girl? This seems kinda low, even for you.
Well, if you want her friend to stay dead, we can go with another plan, but she'd risk her life for him even if she did have a choice in the matter at the moment.
I still don't get how this
Rewrite Finals 8Wasn't the field green before? Wednesday asked dryly upon seeing it. The Writer must be messing with the genres. Maybe this is horror?
Zelpha flinched at this comment, a shiver running up her spine. Or it could be drama! Or a war story! She shot off replies all to quickly. Wednesday raised an eyebrow.
Delta put a hand on his friend's shoulder in an effort to calm her down. It will be drama soon...or possibly comedy. But the dark atmosphere helps.
Alistair! I'm running out of places to draw, and ideas!
Find another page to mess with of his, then. But be back soon. I'm almost done.
The grass was green again. An odd, stylized green.
Netbug couldn't help squee. I'm in a cartoon, aren't I?! Oh, this is so cool! She was still worried about the others, of course, but she'd been trying to distract herself. This was a lot easier to distract herself with then the remains of her novelty pen
Rewrite Finals 7Zelpha was far from invincible. Far from perfectly well. She had found a shovel somewhere and was using it as a sort of crutch, clearly wobbling even with that, She was covered with cuts and bruises, blood staining spots of her clothing. Her breath was heavy and, while still decently audible, her voice was relatively weak. She looked like she could easily be snapped in half, and it didn't help Delta's nerves that she was hobbling over to him rather quickly for her condition. He found the strength to run in her direction for the sole sake of getting her to save some strength.
Delta! she exclaimed again, immediately hugging him when he reached him. Delta let her, but didn't dare return the gesture, still worried about how easy she looked to break right now. You're alright. I thought...
Likewise, he replied, backing off and leading her slowly towards the haystack. Netbug didn't need be asked to get out of the way for her. Don't run again. Sit down
Rewrite Finals 6You sure this is okay for us to do?
Depends on what you define 'okay' as.
Percy paused at that reply. He was in the middle of drawing a mustache on the Writer's avatar. The duo had run into his user page rather quickly, and Alistair has ordered Percy to deface it while he draw something a bit more complex and meaningful. It wasn't that he didn't trust the pencil to help, but... no, wait, he didn't trust Percy at all. That means keep drawing.
Okay! He finished the mustache and started drawing more arrows from the word MEANIE FACE! to the avatar.
Alistair's art project was constructing a portal. He was currently writing To the Writer on the control panel. It was taking longer than he'd hoped, but there were so many variables to it. He didn't have to draw every wire inside, but he had to make sure it wasn't going to blow up or do something totally different than planned when he stepped through it.
Near the pl
Rewrite Finals 5Uh... well....it's spelled well?
Ugh, this is NOT your best work Net, sorry to say. -_-
This fails! Stop writing NOW!
Omigosh this is KAWAII! UPDATE SO SOON!
...I don't remember posting anything with that title... Netbug tilted her head sideways and she continued to read comments, clicking the link to what the comments were for on the last one and reading it. ...What the heck? Where did this come from? ....And is it still posting?! The story was continuing to be told, text forming swiftly on the page as if from nowhere. If Netbug wasn't so fascinated by the anomaly, she may have gone to the edit page and noticed a robot writing on it.
By Delta (cont'd)
...the ability to turn in visible, several explosives with the ability to not be harmed by them no matter what, the ability to not he harmed no matter what by the machine gun from earlier-
Nobody likes a godmodder, Delta.
Nobody likes a murder
Rewrite Finals 4Rewrite Number 4
Zelpha was not really dead! In fact, she was going to be fine! Moments after being eaten, a voice of friendship came from above. Don't give up! Delta's voice called. The monster spontaneously combusted. The monster screamed in terror. The monster died. Zelpha was alive and well and able to get away safely! Also, Zelpha was given a really powerful machine gun, an invincible shield, the ability to kill any other monster that came at her with her mind...
Rewrite Finals 3Well, this is new.
Alistair had just drawn something using Percy, curiosity overtaking the artist upon seeing a giant pencil. A quick and simple stick figure.
And it was moving.
Wow, it dances! Percy exclaimed, highly amused by the creature.
Yeah, without Wednesday. This 'DeviantART' dimension is really messed up.
Percy was simply laughing at the stick figure. Alistair sighed.
At last, he awakened with a groan on the gray floor. Delta looked around at a world of pixels and text. Zelpha? Hello?! Where am I? He stood, getting a better view. He read a large word high up in the room. ...DeviantART. Okay... He read more. Upgrade now.... Deviations... Rewrite Finals 2... He paused in the middle of the story on the page, blinking.
She couldn't see, and she wasn't even sure anything was there to see.
...This is... a record? He read faster.
It was too much. She couldn't do this alone any more than
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