The Great Adventure of Aaron Appelapolous
You're having a hard time trying to find the Beastslaying classroom, so you finally gather enough courage to stop a complete stranger and ask for directions.
"Excuse me..." you start to ask the bewildered student.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME!?" he screams and pulls a blood-stained dagger out of its sheathe.
"Um, never mind."
A flock of gaggling girls approaches you.
"Pardon me," you ask one of them in your most polite voice, "Do you know where the Beastslaying classroom is?"
One of the girls points right behind you. You turn to see a doorway with a sign across the top. It says, 'BEASTSLAYING' in dark, capital letters. You feel like a total idiot.
"Don't you feel like a total idiot?" Blondie brushes her bangs out of her face. Unfortunately they just fall back.
"Heh, heh," you chuckle nervously, "Just my little joke. Heh heh heh."
"You're not funny." Jingles' collection of bracelets ring out a melodie as she puts her hands on her hips.
"GAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!" A girl behind Jingles bursts out laughing, falls to the floor and pounds her fists on the tiles, "I get it! THAT'S HILARIOUS!"
She stops short as she recieves a steely glare from her girlfriends, and they continue down the hall as one person with as much dignity as possible.
You enter the Beastslaying room, prepared to lay eyes upon all the types of fabulous beasts you'll be taught to kill, but you are terribly dissapointed to find a simple room with a simple blackboard and a simple teacher. Mr.Sneckle is quite unremarkable; the only characteristic you can find on him are the thick-framed glasses perched upon his nose.
Mr. Sneckle turns to you, "Mr. Appelapolous. I have memorized just about everything in all the realms of this earth. This is not your second class but your third. Please proceed to The Dark Magics quickly, for you have only two minutes and twenty six seconds left till the Great Bell rings, if I have been counting down since the begining of my existance correctly."
"Oh," you stare. Mr. Sneckle's eyes stare back at you through the 500x magnified lens of his glasses. An owl may be the only way to describe him. "If you say so. Thanks!"
"Excuse me..." you start to ask the bewildered student.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME!?" he screams and pulls a blood-stained dagger out of its sheathe.
"Um, never mind."
A flock of gaggling girls approaches you.
"Pardon me," you ask one of them in your most polite voice, "Do you know where the Beastslaying classroom is?"
One of the girls points right behind you. You turn to see a doorway with a sign across the top. It says, 'BEASTSLAYING' in dark, capital letters. You feel like a total idiot.
"Don't you feel like a total idiot?" Blondie brushes her bangs out of her face. Unfortunately they just fall back.
"Heh, heh," you chuckle nervously, "Just my little joke. Heh heh heh."
"You're not funny." Jingles' collection of bracelets ring out a melodie as she puts her hands on her hips.
"GAAAHAHAHAHAAAA!" A girl behind Jingles bursts out laughing, falls to the floor and pounds her fists on the tiles, "I get it! THAT'S HILARIOUS!"
She stops short as she recieves a steely glare from her girlfriends, and they continue down the hall as one person with as much dignity as possible.
You enter the Beastslaying room, prepared to lay eyes upon all the types of fabulous beasts you'll be taught to kill, but you are terribly dissapointed to find a simple room with a simple blackboard and a simple teacher. Mr.Sneckle is quite unremarkable; the only characteristic you can find on him are the thick-framed glasses perched upon his nose.
Mr. Sneckle turns to you, "Mr. Appelapolous. I have memorized just about everything in all the realms of this earth. This is not your second class but your third. Please proceed to The Dark Magics quickly, for you have only two minutes and twenty six seconds left till the Great Bell rings, if I have been counting down since the begining of my existance correctly."
"Oh," you stare. Mr. Sneckle's eyes stare back at you through the 500x magnified lens of his glasses. An owl may be the only way to describe him. "If you say so. Thanks!"