This is a parody of The Lord of the Flies slightly inspired by glancing at a blog of gamerman's. Just sit back and read.

Rob was running through the jungle, towards the beach, slightly beat up. He wasn't sure how he got here, he thinks it was a plane crash judging by the fact that there is a crashed plane behind him that he just crawled out of… You'd think it's a no brainer.

Suddenly, he heard some massive stomping in the woods, like some large animal, panting as it searches for water. Out of the wood comes Tristan, needing slimfast as usual.

"Yo, sup'?" said Tristan.

"Not much." said Rob, and he walked off, nearly tripping on some creepers that layered the bottom of the jungle. Tristan tried to catch up, but his asthma and need for slimfast held him back. He tried desperately to catch up to Rob, but some fruit caught his eye, and decided to stick it to Rob and eat, because he was just that fat.

Rob just reached the shore when the heat hit him. He started to tear off his cloths, until he noticed something missing from his pants, so he hurridly put them back on before anybody noticed. Lucky for him, he just finished attaching his belt when he felt the familiar ground shaking of Tristan waddling through the jungle.

"Wait, wait for me!" called Tristan, "Dude, stop, I can't go any faster because of my asthma and need for slimfast."

"Sucks for your asthma and need for slimfast, I gotta get me some E." exclaimed Rob.

"Well, whatever, we should learn each others' names." Rob did not pick up the hint, so Tristan was forced to continue. "I don't care what people call me, so long as they don't call me what they called me on 64D."

"Oh? And what was that?"

"…Melee…"

"Oh, that's nice. I'm Rob, many call me FirestormX, but if you call me that I will ban you."

"So Rob, how many do you think crashed with us?"

"I dunno, and I don't care. I want some fucking E, dammit!" exclaimed Rob.

"Sux for you."

"Shut up fatso."

"NO U"

"NO"

"YARLY"

"WTF"

"Oh look, a mass PMer! OoOoOoOoOo, fancy! This looks like a symbol of authority, let's send a PM to all the people around here and start a forum!" Said Tristan excitedly.

"Yeah, okay, fine. Whatever." Said Rob, as he clicked the mass PM link. Rob sent a PM to everybody asking them to join them at that part of the beach. The ground nearly shook as many feet scurried to the meeting place. The first group to be seen was Flashback and the Musiclib Choir.

"Attend… Hut!" Shouted Flashback to his choir. The choir.image_angle+=90'd. "Who the hell are you and how'd you find that mass-PMer?" he said to Rob.

"It was actually Fatso Melee over there who found it, but he gave it to me because it couldn't be eaten." Replied Rob.

"Meh" Said Flashback as more people showed up. The next person that showed up was this quiet kid called Amorphous, who seemed to have nothing but thoughts of kindness and gay porn… And foxes.

"…" Said Amorphous very quietly, "I do not."

To Be Continued.

… Anyway, nothing worthy of a blog has been going on, some personal crap, but I want to post it less than you want to read it. Yeah, I had recently read The Lord of the Flies, and suddenly an idea of inserting 64D people into the positions of the characters in that story sounded very fun.

So yeah, adios.