I would've called this "Public DIARY" but then I realized that would've sounded more off-putting than this already seems. Also, Yes, Vanoss's name is spelled VanossGaming and Not Vanoss Gaming, but I did that on purpose, so shuch it. XD I'm kidding, you're all precious snowflakes and I love ya. X3c Anywho, long story, short, this isn't necessarily a "story", per say... It's just notes and other random sh*t I'm writing down and feeling like presenting and stuff like that. So if you got a thing against this and don't wanna read them or, think this is nothing but a waste of time, I won't stop ya', you're entitled to your own opinions, and if you don't like it, then don't even acknowledge it. 'Cause I love you guys, and I don't wanna make anyone feel triggered with the things that are placed on his or her or your screen right now. Anywho, this "Public Noting" name, that I came up with, so sorry if it sounds stupid, believe me, I think it's pretty dumb too, means that these are, basically, notes (or other shenanigans) on my views, opinions, reactions, feelings, and other stuff like that. But NOT just on Vanoss. And, well, that's basically the long and short of it. And TRUST me (To those who already read "He Smiled At Me"), I promise that this will NOT be as cringy as my last view on Vanoss from some time ago. XD Anywhoooo, have fun reading! But tbh you realllly don't haaaaaave toooooo~! But if ya wanna go right ahead! It's probably gonna be mostly daily something new pops in, or I basically make more than one page most of the time, but you get the point. Er... At least, I hope so. :| Well, anyway, enjoy the noting! :D ~EmZiteOfficial
Hey, you! Yeah, you. Listen up, dude, because I don't have much time. Actually, I have a ton of time, I just don't feel like repeating myself.
South Park is infested with zombies. Yeah, you heard me right. Shuffling around, undead, want to eat you zombies.
I'm stuck as some kind of leader of a tiny crew of kids. I don't know what the hell I'm doing, but everyone else seems to think I do, so I guess we're going with that.
In a few days the whole town went from being kinda nuts to completely chaotic. Why do people think I'm a good leader? Why'd all the adults leave? Where's literally half of my grade, they can't all be dead, can they? Why are we not allowed to leave South Park? Do they want us die? How long can we keep on living like this? Most importantly, why couldn't I have just gone with Tweek to the stupid bathroom? Now he's M.I.A. and it's my fault.
Anyway, I hope maybe you can find some pleasure in reading this. I mean, I would probably get bored, but whatever floats your boat, dude.
Gotta run. Clyde's throwing another fit because someone ate his Hot Pocket (Spoiler Alert, it was me). See ya later, stranger.
-Craig
**NOTE: the story is not written as journal entries by Craig, I just thought it would be a fun little bit to put as the hook. Apologies if it is misleading.**
**ALSO NOTE: the mature content warning is for language, and language only. Well, and I suppose gore and violence, but that depends on what you define as gore and violence**