One bright and cheery afternoon in Doomtown, Indiana, two doors down from Zim's base, Dib was trying to create a test bot to expose Zim for his misdeeds, and Gaz was downstairs, watching "Blood and Gore Anime Hour." As soon as the show snapped to commercial, a question popped in her head, and that question was: "Where's my real mother?" She stood up, scratched her head, and walked upstairs to her brother's bedroom.
"Hey, Dib..." she said, peeking her head through the door.
Without looking away from his wrench and scrap metal, Dib moaned, "Come on in."
"I've been miserable, more than usual, and I need you to use your...weirdness to help me."
Dib put down his wrench and sat on the bed next to Gaz. "Gaz, I'm not a miracle worker, just a paranormal investigator."
He looked down at his sister's hands. "Have you been self-harming again?"
Gaz groaned. "Yeah, you gotta problem with that?"
She looked at her scarred wrists. A tear began to form in her eye, but she blinked and it dripped down, onto her necklace. "I've been wondering, of course we have a mom, right?"
Dib nodded, then his pupils grew larger than usual. "Oh, oh, I SEE! You wanna know where she is, right?"
Gaz stared at her combat boots, then back to Dib, then her shoes again. "Can you do, like, an online search or something to find her?"
Dib laughed. "I'll try, but it's not possible we'll find results on a crap search engine like this one." He picked up his laptop and began a search. "Membrane family tree. This ought to work."
His fingers punched in the keys faster than lightning, and he scrolled down, looking for the correct results.
"Hmmph, let's see...familytree.org-membrane family." He moved the cursor, which was a Mysterious Mysteries of Strange Mystery logo, towards the blue link and pressed the button.
Gaz sighed as the page loaded. Once it was up, it read:
"MEMBRANE FAMILY TREE-1998-now
Christopher Membrane- married to Alyson Jones
Children-one daughter born in 2000, one son born in 1998-Gazlene and Dib Membrane, respectively.
This family tree is short. Who cares anyway?!
Get lost."
Gaz's eyes opened fully. She noticed her father's name was a link in blue. "CLICK THAT LINK."
Dib moved the cursor to his dad's name. A static-like "click" came from the damaged
computer speakers.
That was the reason Dib always used clunky headphones.
"Hey, Dib..." she said, peeking her head through the door.
Without looking away from his wrench and scrap metal, Dib moaned, "Come on in."
"I've been miserable, more than usual, and I need you to use your...weirdness to help me."
Dib put down his wrench and sat on the bed next to Gaz. "Gaz, I'm not a miracle worker, just a paranormal investigator."
He looked down at his sister's hands. "Have you been self-harming again?"
Gaz groaned. "Yeah, you gotta problem with that?"
She looked at her scarred wrists. A tear began to form in her eye, but she blinked and it dripped down, onto her necklace. "I've been wondering, of course we have a mom, right?"
Dib nodded, then his pupils grew larger than usual. "Oh, oh, I SEE! You wanna know where she is, right?"
Gaz stared at her combat boots, then back to Dib, then her shoes again. "Can you do, like, an online search or something to find her?"
Dib laughed. "I'll try, but it's not possible we'll find results on a crap search engine like this one." He picked up his laptop and began a search. "Membrane family tree. This ought to work."
His fingers punched in the keys faster than lightning, and he scrolled down, looking for the correct results.
"Hmmph, let's see...familytree.org-membrane family." He moved the cursor, which was a Mysterious Mysteries of Strange Mystery logo, towards the blue link and pressed the button.
Gaz sighed as the page loaded. Once it was up, it read:
"MEMBRANE FAMILY TREE-1998-now
Christopher Membrane- married to Alyson Jones
Children-one daughter born in 2000, one son born in 1998-Gazlene and Dib Membrane, respectively.
This family tree is short. Who cares anyway?!
Get lost."
Gaz's eyes opened fully. She noticed her father's name was a link in blue. "CLICK THAT LINK."
Dib moved the cursor to his dad's name. A static-like "click" came from the damaged
computer speakers.
That was the reason Dib always used clunky headphones.
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Jesus fucking Christ. I'm starting to hate this website TT^TT, what with all the damn recolors and fucking IRKENS being paired with Zim or Dib. Granted some of these pairs are good. But god DAMNIT people stop making them go OOC and give your OC a good story. Then we'll talk...
************************* RANT IS OVER!!1!! **********************
I'm probaly gonna get a lot of hate comments saying " OMG IM LKE SO BANNING YO!!!!!!!1111!!!!" but it felt good to get that off my chest *deep breath*
Jesus fucking Christ. I'm starting to hate this website TT^TT, what with all the damn recolors and fucking IRKENS being paired with Zim or Dib. Granted some of these pairs are good. But god DAMNIT people stop making them go OOC and give your OC a good story. Then we'll talk...
************************* RANT IS OVER!!1!! **********************
I'm probaly gonna get a lot of hate comments saying " OMG IM LKE SO BANNING YO!!!!!!!1111!!!!" but it felt good to get that off my chest *deep breath*
Hey guys, remember me? Yes, it is I, the old JYKTheDeadly.
I've tweaked my whole fandom, and I know that a few of you know what it is.
The Carnation Mansion.
The Carnation Mansion is too long for me to write here, but you can locate it on my dA page.
link
Just browse around, and if you need details, go ahead and ask silvaria_fan23.
(I hope that's how you spell your username! XD)
And there's a club for it here-
link
~Aleez
I've tweaked my whole fandom, and I know that a few of you know what it is.
The Carnation Mansion.
The Carnation Mansion is too long for me to write here, but you can locate it on my dA page.
link
Just browse around, and if you need details, go ahead and ask silvaria_fan23.
(I hope that's how you spell your username! XD)
And there's a club for it here-
link
~Aleez
Alright, im holding a contest on any of my OCs (including original ones). The contest themes available:
Beach
Combat scene
or a rave.
Choose anyone of my OCs, (4 at most) and draw them in that certain theme. Do what you want, but it MUST stay with the theme.
Winner gets 10 props and 10 points on DA, along with a drawing. (will be posted to DA, not fanpop)
Runners-up get 5 props and 5 points on DA (if you have DA).
Ok, the due date is May 22, 2011.
At least 3 people are needed to start the contest! :D i will post references of characters on DA. (some are already up.)
LINK TO DA PAGE: link
GOOD LUCK! :D
~Kiddygirl98
Beach
Combat scene
or a rave.
Choose anyone of my OCs, (4 at most) and draw them in that certain theme. Do what you want, but it MUST stay with the theme.
Winner gets 10 props and 10 points on DA, along with a drawing. (will be posted to DA, not fanpop)
Runners-up get 5 props and 5 points on DA (if you have DA).
Ok, the due date is May 22, 2011.
At least 3 people are needed to start the contest! :D i will post references of characters on DA. (some are already up.)
LINK TO DA PAGE: link
GOOD LUCK! :D
~Kiddygirl98
1. What music do you like to listen to?
A= Rap
B= Pop
C= soft rock
2. What is your favorite animal?
A= Lion
B= I dont have a favorite
C= I love all animals
3. What is your favorite color?
A= Black
B: Red
C. Blue
4. What do you like to do draw?
A= Doing your evil work
B= Drawing fights
C= Drawing cute animals
5. On a scale of 1 to 10 how popular are you in school? (be honest)
A= 3
B= 5
C= 9
Thank you for reading please post your answers in the comments and ill ill comment on your answer saying how evil you are.
A= Rap
B= Pop
C= soft rock
2. What is your favorite animal?
A= Lion
B= I dont have a favorite
C= I love all animals
3. What is your favorite color?
A= Black
B: Red
C. Blue
4. What do you like to do draw?
A= Doing your evil work
B= Drawing fights
C= Drawing cute animals
5. On a scale of 1 to 10 how popular are you in school? (be honest)
A= 3
B= 5
C= 9
Thank you for reading please post your answers in the comments and ill ill comment on your answer saying how evil you are.