As we see, im getting worse at making chapters, no matter for i am back to make more shit on top of the shit i have just dropped. now we see this yellow bastard (well semen bastard because he's wearing white) sitting while the almighty "MAXIMUM FUCK" is pestering him about some bullshit he already knows about.
MF: THATS WHY THOS COCK SUCKING BLUE FUCKIN SIRENS ARE UP OUR...
TF: SHUT THE EVERLASTING FUCK UP!!!!!!!!!!!
he screamed so loud that the sirens just about 300 miles away heard
TF: now if we can just unfuck our food situation right now that would be nice, also if the sirens come i will just give them the ultimate "super mecha cock dick twist" as there parting death gift
MF: WHAT OF MY OTHER FUCKHEAD SISTERS!!!!
TF: yes i know, maybe sometime soon i will resurrect there asses. For now your on your own. Now please go and teach some of the BBs how to fight in hand to hand combat or something
As our boi is definitely losing his gotdamn mind, even further then before he has some kind of relief. A feeling. That his buttfuck retarded writer is gonna make another story to add on top of his out of controlled library and may have to lay some stories off. Anyway as we skip a few hours. To the dead of night. Our boy is wide AWAKE. Very awake actually
TF: (WHY THE FUCK CANT I SLEEP!!!!!!)
His thoughts were so loud that the kensen on his couch woke up
Hornet: EEEK
TF: *looks down while laying down* what in sam hell are you doing sleeping on meh couch
Hornet: uhhhhhhhhh
And before she could say anything
TF: you could have just laid up here on the bed
And thus, Hornet was red as Kentucky fried fuck that the Ham told her she could have done what she wanted to do in the first place instead of dooping out and laying on the couch. Now a loud thumping can be heard coming towards his room
Enterprise: COMMANDER!!!
TF: ITS THE DEAD OF NIGHT CALM DOWN!!!
Enterprise: I cant there is a distress signal coming from a nearby island
(Yall mutha fuckas who read the Vietnam story will know this prick)
TF: (shhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitt) alright then, lets go and see who is waiting.
We rally up Belfast, Hood, Bismarck, Yorktown, Graf Spee and Cleveland.
TF: alright are yall ready
Cleveland: yeah but why isn't the new girl joining us
TF: because if she did the world would probably end, for now we will only use her if ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY
Cleveland: oh.... Oke
TF: ight lets go
They set out and for the first 2/3 minutes Bismarck and Hood been staring at each other like they gonna have a "Sink the Hood" moment
TF: ladies if you two dont calm down then the person we are after may feel your presence and run
HooD/BisMarck: hmph fine
TF: how about i cut you a deal. If you both manage to not fight in any way for at least 4 hours you 2 may sleep with me
HoOd/BisMaRk: EHHHHHHH!!!!!
now this was the ultimate showdown, the only thing they didn't do was listen because after the competition they are gon share this poor man.
Belfast: we are here
TF: huh, nothing strange seems to be here
Holy shit
Spinge boob: HES HERE!!!!
Writer:EH!!. GET OUT OF HERE YOU MYSTICAL ANCIENT FERAL MOTHER FUCKER
Spinge boob: RUUUUUUUUN CUNTRICK, RUN LIKE THE WIND!!!!
Writer: shit i think i scared them off, back to the story
Some Clone guy: Oh shit
*DUCKS UNDER BUSHES*
TF: you know i saw you!!!
Some Clone Guy: no you didn't... I mean its just your imagination
TF: if you dont get out we will leave you
Some Clone Guy: alright alright im out
TF: huh, Wtf are you supposed to be
Some Clone Guy: i am what they call a clone, a mildly more famous then my other brother clones of course kind of clone
TF: English please
Some Clone Guy: i am a regular ass trooper with a M16 and a Luger, my clothes was given to me by the name of Mark John Jones
TF: now wait a gott damn minute, THATS WHO HAD THIS UNIFORM BEFORE ME!!!!
Some Cloe Guy: what in saint Gloria's dick!!! How does this work!!!
TF: IDK BUT ITS THAT DAMN WRITER!!!
Writer/me: *whispers* shit i gotta go, i will start production on the next chapter. Peace.
TF: THERE HE IS
Writer/me: OH SHIT..........................
VOUS LISEZ
The Angry Commander Of Azur Lane
ActionThis is the story of an angry prick who doesn't even have the gene seed but has the rage to fight a angry marine, or even a chaos god for this matter. They took his dog, he took there lives. Now he fights sirens with his bare hands believe it or not...
