Hey guys. I thought of this neat story last night. It's called Dear Diary. I must think a few more times about the start of the story, though, but when I got a start, I will write everything from inspiration. Stay tuned!

Find some inspiration from Faw's IRC diary!

What?

Well, I just gotta get a start, you know. I like writing stories from scratch. I got a whole plot in my head, just need a good start...

"Dear Diary,"

Spaz looked around him. Nobody around... Good.

"My entry will be a lot shorter than normal this time. Today, I woke up with nothing but my diary in the middle of nowhere. As far as I can see, there are only trees and mud around here. It could be Deserto. Yet again, the soil is too dark... I have no clue where I am, really."

Spaz raised his head. He looked around, as if he heard something.

"I don't think I am quite safe here. I want to know if Jazz and Lori are here too..."

A few tears fell on the page Spaz was writing on.

"I hope they are allright."

He closed his diary. One more time... Look around. Nothing here. he couldn't just wander off into the wilderness. It could be dangerous. Spaz grabbed his cellphone... Just as he expected, no response. Wiping his last tears away, he muttered:

"Please help me..."

Aww, poor Spaz. Nice start.

Originally Posted by White Rabbit

Find some inspiration from Faw's IRC diary!

My what? D=


And, well, I guess that's a pretty good start for a story.

Dear Diary,

yesterday, I tied a bunch of branches together and made a small hut. It's really deserted here, nothing has passed by the other day. No animals, not even turtles... I feel pretty lonely here. I should begin looking for food soon... I'm quite hungry. And I could do with some lemonade, too...

I don't think Jazz and Lori are here, too... I'll wander around a bit, today, since it's so deserted here anyway."

Spaz closed his diary and tried standing up. He could feel the hunger, the pain of your stomach trying to digest things that aren't there. We wandered off in the wilderness. Suddenly, Spaz found himself in the middle of a sandstorm.

"Great...", he mumbled.

After an hour of walking in the same direction, Spaz gave up. He sat down and grabbed his diary:

"Dear Diary,

after a long walked I noticed it is completely deserted around here. There were a few ruins, though. Just normal houses. The people who lived there must have left in quite a hurry, since there were still open books on the table and cups of tea and stuff. None of the books showed me anything that I could say about the place that I am, though... I hope I find some food sooner or later, I'm starving... For real."

Spaz looked at the sky. He saw a few planets lined up. One of them he could recoignice as Earth. A few moons blocked the view to other planets.

"Jazz, Lori, where are you?"

Eat the books. Haha. If Spaz can eat live birds then I doubt a few books will hurt him.

Yeah, but on the other hand, books are brain food wheras live birds are just plain tasty.

Well, I think Spaz could use a little brain food, personally. If he really gets hungry, I suppose he could always eat his shoes.

(He wears socks. And don't insult his intelligence. You would not say the same thing about a mentally deranged human being.)

Also, Crimi, this is really turning into something similar to 'Robinson Crusoe'.

Originally Posted by White Rabbit

Also, Crimi, this is really turning into something similar to 'Robinson Crusoe'.

It is, isn't it?

"Dear Diary,

I know I shouldn't quite be writing now, but I'm in the back of a van now. I can't see where I'm going and my head really hurts... The driver and the passenger speak a language I can't understand, but I have the strange feeling they are turtles... I'll write more when I have time... If I don't die... The van seems to be stopping. *scribbles* Ah, stupid bumpy road..."

Spaz closed his diary as the van stopped. As a desperate solution, he started eating bits of the cardboard boxes in the van. Just a minute later, Spaz raised his head and mumbled: "Say, isn't this the Deserto themesong...?"