This is probably one of the lamest addictions ever, but I'm not all that surprised for myself. I can get addicted to ANYTHING if I found the fun in it. So remember the #wattpadbirthday10 generator thing I did in the last part?
• •• •••• •• •
The air is 78% Nitrogen and 21% Oxygen as you step up to the front doors of the nothing. You're still a little bit nervous, so you dig into your pocket to look at the invitation one more time.
It reads in maaaaaaaaany colors, Papyrus Sans font:
You are cordially invited to a soiree hosted by your dog to celebrate Wattpad's official birthday party. Dancing, Ryan Higa as politically correct butthurt people and and monsters who want a bite out of your Teddy Bear's nose will be plentiful. We do hope to see your Majora's Masked face there. November 22nd, 2016 at said address. Please dress in your best cardboard box and don't forget your useless item that no one would want for the present swap!
You take a deep breath and are about to walk inside, when the door suddenly swings with a sound so loud it triggered an earthquake that toppled the CN Tower in Toronto.
You're surprised to see your dark twins standing there in the flesh, all creepily identical and yeah...CREEPILY IDENTICAL. You're not sure if you have the courage to talk to them right now, so you scurry inside like a(n) human who's seen a bee and join the party, making a mental note to drum up a conversation with them later on over the implications of stalking you to this party all the way from home.
Once inside, the party takes your breath away. Everyone is already twirling around like idiots wildly on the dancefloor.
THIS IS THE BEST SONG EVER by Jon Lajole plays loudly from the speakers and you can't help but do the 2017's next viral challenge that would probably get you killed. You had always shipped Lucas [Legend of the Athanadra] and his hat so you're not entirely surprised to see them just standing there in the corner, not knowing what to do together in the corner. Rachyl [Legend of the Athanadra] and Chelle [The Minecraft Epic] are having a rap battle in the centre of the room, while several Minecraft villagers are gushing over the latest update of hrrnnn on their phones.
The whole atmosphere is electric. It looks like Arri [The Minecraft Epic] killed everyone with her lightning powers then jumped off a cliff on a minecart in the middle of The Walking Dead and you can't imagine anything better.
"Happy Birthday, Wattpad," you say with a smile, "Here's to another 10 years!"
• •• •••• •• •
The air is as you step up to the front doors of the White House. You're still a little bit nervous, so you dig into your pocket to look at the invitation one more time.
It reads in hot pink, Arial font:
You are cordially invited to a soiree hosted by Adolf Hitler to celebrate Wattpad's official birthday party. Dancing, Julius Caesar and Karl Marx books will be plentiful. We do hope to see your veryevilTemplar face there. November 22nd, 2016 at the place where Donald Trump lives since he got inaugurated into presidency. Please dress in your best suit and don't forget your small loan of a million dollars for the present swap!
You take a deep breath and are about to walk inside, when the door suddenly swings with a BING BONG BING BONG.
You're surprised to see a robot without flesh standing there in the flesh, all derped out and malfunctioning. You're not sure if you have the courage to talk to them right now, so you scurry inside like a(n) another robot and join the party, making a mental note to drum up a conversation with them later on over why their head is shaped like a potato.
Once inside, the party takes your breath away. Everyone is already dying wildly on the dancefloor.
They're dying because "Friday" plays loudly from the speakers and you can't help but do the robot????. You had always shipped Julius Caesar and Jupiter (referring to the planet, not the Roman counterpart of Zeus) so you're not entirely surprised to see them plotting revenge against the asteroid belt together in the corner. Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton are having a rap battle in the centre of the room, while several cats are gushing over the latest update of Trump meme on their phones.
The whole atmosphere is electric. It looks like everyone's roasted and their mustache looks on point, which is perfect because we're in the middle of a Pink Sheep video and you can't imagine anything better.
"Happy Birthday, Wattpad," you say with a smile, "Here's to another 10 years!"
• •• •••• •• •
Already better than hitting the randomizer, right?
