Well, that didnt turn out so good...

Sup,

Sorry bout yesterday. There we were, in a forest, minding our own business and along come a whole pack of Erasers. Typical isn't it.

Anyway, where was i? Oh yes, the other blog. So anyways long story short it turned out to be by Fang, you know, Max's right-wing man. You should check it out btw, it's called Fly on. And so after reading it turned out that their mission is to save the world. No pressure or anything. So we decided that seeing as we had no real mission or whatever (It tended to be to get to anywhere where there weren't Erasers...) so we decided to help. So we began mission Find the Flock. It's a lot harder than you'd think. We began like trying to track them using this blog of theirs. It was pretty hard since they didn't exactly tell people where they were, for safety. Sound like anyone familiar? So eventually we discovered they were gonna bust into Itex (big badder version of the School). This seemed like such a great lead. At the time. We googled Itex (where would we be without google...sigh) and discovered that there was like a hundred, thousand, million, billion, trillion, gazillion Itex's in the world.

But, big but here, we knew that it was in Europe. Which narrowed it down to only about a hundred, thousand, million, billion. Fun. And so now we begun our new mission, find the Itex. Eventually...with the help of my amazing genius...and the internet(where would we be without you) we found the right Itex. So we smashed through the big windows of Itex pulling action poses that would make action figures proud. Unfortunately we were just a tad late. Okay, so like a few weeks. That was just great. Just great. Now not only did we have hungry Erasers after us we also had whatever weird and nasty mutant creations Itex was creating. And trust me i thought nothing was worse than flying Erasers. Wait till you see what Itex does. (mental shudder)

Well, more later. Crystal is hungry. Again. As usual. I don't know what she does with all those kilojoules (and who says i don't know big words.).

Later, Keep Flying Forwards...except if that means flying into a brick wall. Trust me that hurts. Big time.

Peace out, Lyssa. xx