Ashalamalamalama

 Also it will only be a first draft, so please ignore any glaring mistakes.
           I love you guys~ <3
           Ash

 Guys, I am re-naming Professional Griefers 'Thunderstruck' because I like that name.
           First chapter should be up within three/four days, and I'm writing it in 3rd person, also Stat's gonna have a name, and she will have been brought up in the desert.
           I wasn't happy with the original Stat *shrugs*

@Consultant_Zombee yes! I am likeable!!!! Makes me feel accomplished

@mikeyninjabirdway shush you don't need to know ;) just know I'll love you forever >:D

@Consultant_Zombee I have no idea how to respond to that, to be honest. Translation? Sorry, school has dumbed me.

@mikeyninjabirdway eck so are you my woman child and thank you bby and I will <3 butletmedrinkyourblood >:D

Continue Professional Grievers! I would I like to say I am honoured to be in the first paragraph of the story. Thank you so much. 
          
          Btw you are an awesome writer so keep writing 

If anyone's interested, this is the first two paragraphs of the new Professional Griefers (Stat's still in it, but she has a friend, and the first chapter's told from third person):
          Pat
          Pat
          Pat
          He walked steadily, his nose high in the air. His shaggy, shoulder-length ginger hair hung about his shoulders, moving only slightly to match his movements, and parting just enough about his neck to allow the faint blue barcode to be seen. That and his pale skin  were the only two things that gave him away at first glance as not being human, but his charming Bristolian accent, the need for glasses, and his slight facial hair outshone the artificial aspects of the being that was Charlie Todd. 
          Charlie had been a massive breakthrough as the first fully-functioning and un-homicidal robot to ever grace the earth, and his sole purpose? A companion for the scientist's baby daughter, and he was perhaps the only respected robot to be created - or rather pitied. He was currently marching through a sterile white hall, appearing to make some attempt at bleeding an air of authority into his stiff stance, though inside of him, his central computing system was going through all the unfortunate emotions that had been installed in him: anger, panic, frustration, and back to anger again.
          

Thinking of re-writing PG because it's pretty damned rushed, what do you guys think?

I just..
          My Chem's gone, I've cried for them a little, but mostly I'm numb/in shock.
          Tomorrow I'll drown myself in my tears.