2006 Eyes on Final Fantasy Elections

[Psychotic]

I think you need to go to bed.

I can't, I'm watching a movie about giant genetically mutated monster alien things that seem to like killing people. Have you seen it? Can you tell me the ending?

You killed Yams?! How could you?!!!

He was going to sell your EXCLUSIVE story to the Sun. I had to do something.

[Rice Cake]

It's real.

~*~TRUE ROMANCE~*~
~*~ Fan fiction by Psychoticgurl45x4~*~

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The woman walked down the corridors of Number 10 Downing street. She was Canadian, and had sold out her British counterparts with her language choices. She was dressed in a typical Japanese schoolgirl uniform, accentuating her curvacious figure.

~*~

She approached a large, wooden door. As she knocked on it, her lips parted slightly in trepidation of the intense moments she had long been waiting for.

~*~

"Come in", a powerful, and yet sultry voice announced. The woman obeyed the command. Inside, sitting on a desk, was former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, wearing only a black negligee. "Leeza, darling, so glad you could come." Leeza giggled nervously. "Come here you naughty little girl, mummy's going to have to disclipline you like she did Ronnie Reagan!" In mock-anxiousness, Leeza slowly made her way towards Margaret....

~*~

Captain Yamaneko of the First Communist Corps and his squad charged through the corridors of Downing Street. They were naked, solely for the purpose of a one-liner that will appear later on. Their mission was to capture Margaret Thatcher and her young Canadian lover. They kicked down the door of her office...

~*~

"CAUGHT IN THE ACT!" Yamaneko bellowed.
"Oh no!" cried Margaret "The scandal of it all! The tabloids will have a field day..."

~*~

Suddenly, a figure crashed through the window. It was a devilishly handsome young man, dressed in a suit.
"Not so fast, Comunudists."
"PRIME MINISTER PSYCHOTIC!" Leeza exclaimed. "Congratulations on recently winning the EoFF elections and securing a sixth glorious decade in power!"
"Yeah, thanks babe." the excellent and wonderful Psychotic replied.
"CURSES!" screamed Yamaneko. "I am undoubtedly inferior to your might!"
"Damn straight. Tell Lenin that when I arrive in Hell, I expect dinner to be on the table." Psychotic retorted, and pulled out a pair of uzi sub-machine guns, before unloading into Yamaneko and his gang of communists, killing them all.
"Psychotic, you saved the day!" proclaimed Margaret.
"Yes, however can we repay you?" asked Leeza.
"Well...I can think of a way " Psychotic grinned.

And they made out and had hot passionate sex for nine hours. In a room full of corpses.

~*~ THE END ~*~

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Thats what happens in Great Britan? I'm totally moving there

[Election Booth]

and now we go back to discussing elections

[Del Murder]

So, Citizen Booth, why the straightforward title for the thread this year?

[Raistlin]

EB's losing his touch.

[Resha]

Hello! I see the elections are on!

[Loony BoB]

Realise is most certainly the British way of spelling and Realize is most certainly the American way. Silly puddy tat.

[Election Booth]

this year it's less about me and more about the parties.

[Psydekick]

Good

[Yuna_wannabe]

OOO elections where do i vote????

[Psydekick]

Join a party i reccomend you join the Fat Chocobos (Click the link in my sig)

[Yuna_wannabe]

YAY i joined! da fat Chocobos!

[RSL]

Boo.

[Psydekick]

Oh boo yourself

[Miriel]

EoFF Elections don't remind me so much of Elections as it reminds me of rushing for a Sorority.