Winter Rose Academy: the forefront of institutions geared towards the education of young men and women with a variety of special abilities - the Gifted. A place of learning and acceptance, and of nice, sturdy walls.
But that won't stop Zephyr, his twin brother Aiden, and his tag-along Patch from turning the place on its head.
Care to witness the madness? Welcome in, then- just keep an eye out for those blasted screechers.
In case my handwriting is JUST THAT BAD, here's a transcript.
TJ (the author, FTW): Me an' the boys, back in 'Nam, we was behind enemy lines for three days. We ate the foot of a Commie and it tasted just like corned beef.
Loren (my little brother, who insisted I put this up here): The toenails tasted like shit- they was like potato chips but not.
TJ: The chopper was circlin' around, doin' its thang and we was like, "Down here, we need help!"
L: Chopper came down, we climbed aboard and the pilot, who was shit-wasted was like, "Where you boys been?" And we was like, "It don't matter! There's Charlies in the trees and we gotta get back to base!"
TJ: When we was back at base, the captain was like, ain't no way in hell you guys was behind enemy lines for three days.
L: We pulled out the foot with a buncha teeth marks and threw it on the table and he was like, "I still don't believe it."
TJ: He sent us back out into the jungle and there he was- the footless Commie. He was like, "Bitch you took my foot!"
L: We drew our guns, killed him and took his other foot, left the corpse for the lizards.
TJ: We went back to the captain with the other foot and he was all like, "Damn, boys!"
L: And we was like, "We was serious."
TJ: And Johnny, the whitiest white boy in our squad, said "Crackah please!" so we busted a cap in his ass. That's right, we was gangsta thirty years before gangsta was invented.
L: Bitch.
My little brother would like to make it known that the lines are backwards and he should be saying everything TJ says and vice-versa. I would like to make it known that not only did the original transcript not specify who said what, but it had "Commie" spelled wrong.
Lawl, gangta?
But-but-butt-but.. Emuri! What about the 1920's gangsters from Saint Louis?! The ones that rode old Model-T Fords, ran establishments known as Speakeasy's, and said things like "Don't take any wooden nickels" or "rube" or "tiddlywinks"
..unless of course... you mean "GangSTA" ..**looks up**
.... Oh you do! Nevermind then.
These are looking very good, Et-chan.. and they'll look even better if you keep GOING at it. ^___^