Hello Xanga World, I am writing to you an epic of sorts that has taken me much creative pains and labor to produce. Please enjoy and read or sit back and relax and look at words on the screen.

In a hazy corner in the middle of the slums of the necro-gardens lived a pixie woman. She was short amongst most pixies. On top of that she was also quite obese and could not fly more than a few inches above the ground. She lived a strange existence in the world of Damillion, feeding off nothing but the finest of filth, although her pixie doctor did not reccommend such tastes.

"Iganadabab, stop eating all that thrown away ice-cream!", yelled The Doctor. "You still have to make a payment for last weeks globsuction spell! I do not want to have die on me like that before paying your dues!"

"But Doctor, I NEED THIS!" yelled Iganadabab. Without hesitation she grabed another remnant of rotting ice cream from her enchanted fairy bag and began to stuff her face. Her oblong head dove into the tainted sweets in what looked like an explosion of mustard erupting from her hands. Ice cream typically did not have that unique coloration, or pieces of lint containing what appeared to be microscopic life forms on the verge of sentience, but that made it all the more delicious to her.

"WHY WILL NO ONE EVER LOVE ME!!!!" she exclaimed.


~To Be Continued