Young Writers Society

Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.

First Impression: So this one was a bit of a strange story or at least the ending of it certainly was. There's some pretty crazy stuff that is going on in here and for the most part you've done a great job creating some absolutely ridiculous thoughts about how these things are progressing and making it really funny. The last bit of humor was the only thing that didn't quite sit right with me but that's just me.

Anyway let's get right to it,

There once lived a man named McSlick Cool J. He was the man. Anyone who looked at him's eyes automatically exploded because he was two awesome. Yes two. Meaning that if you look for the two top ranking awesome people in the world, they are both McSlick Cool J. He counts twice.

This story is about the time he saved the world from the evil aliens, the Cub Scouts. You see, in the near future of 2016, all the 7 year old Cub Scouts of the world got together and got really pissed off because none of them could ever got the friggin archery patch. It was just too freakin hard. So, they went on a murderous rampage that cost the lives of 46 people, and an armadillo.

That just so happens to be the cause of this entire war. After the mass slaughtering, the Cub Scout Super Soldiers (CSSS) moved to Mars on a spaceship they made from wood using there Cub Scout guides. The world thought that there nightmare was over. Well it was just beginning. Luckily, McSlick Cool J was on the case.

About a year later, the armadillo who suffered a tragic death was finally found. At the funeral, everything seemed to be going normal. Then it happened. These Cub Scouts were smart. They knew how important this armadillo was to mankind for some stupid reason. They knew important people would be there. That's why they attacked. They came down over the funeral using everything from Wraiths to Banshees, and every other Halo vehicle in between.

McSlick Cool J, who was about a block away deliviring a baby out of a tree...in a well, heard everything. He quickly helped the baby and mother out of the well-tree and ran to the scene. Bodies were everywhere, and so were double-tied gorilla butter knots. Your not supposed to know how to make that knot until your an eagle scout.

They weren't screwing around. So McSlick Cool J did what any sane person would do. He ripped his shirt off and then he ate the year old armadillo corpse. What did this incredible act accomplish? Nothing at all. But he can do whatever the hell he wants. After his snack, he pulled out three nine milimeters. He shot two in his hands and one in his foot. When the bullets ran out, he ripped out his teeth and loaded them in the gun.

This shootout continued for one day, until all you could see was dead eightyear olds scattered everywhere. J crept over to one of the bodies and touched its nutsack. Then he told everyone it was ok. 100 onlookers had just seen a man kill the hell out of 200 7 year olds, then touch one of their dead ballbags. No one said anything. Why? 'Cause he's McSlick Cool J, and he's a badass.

yeah by the way I know the format is probably really, really annoying but that's the way it was pasted and I was WAY too lazy to go back and hit backspace at the end of all those lines. K bye