Before It’s Too Late
Azrael may have traumatized Wiglaf….that’s gotta’ count for something right? I think so. Mordred has no idea what he’s in for…I almost feel sorry for Lancelot for getting caught up in it all. XD
Also, you guys are really awesome – I want to listen to all the songs you guys listed. XD And I’m really psyched there’s some classical music in there and even a song in Polish~ I’m excited. So thank-you all for participating. :)
Oh – and if you’re curious, my word count for NaNoWriMo was 60,000 plus or minus a few~ Exciting. Now I just need to finish the book. XD
EDIT: Because certain people asked for the full text of panel 4:
Grace Wants To Know If…
Grace would love to know if your hair is a natural blonde.
Grace wants to know if you knew any good sushi bars.
Grace wants to know if you enjoy bleeding?
Grace hates to ask, but did you by any chance notice which way that bird went?
Grace wants to know if you passed all your maths and sciences because something about you just doesn’t add up.
Grace says that your shirt looks stupid.
If you’re so good, why don’t you just let Grace know what happens when one road crosses the other and a swallow meets an aardvark on a road down the street.
Grace said to tell you that he was feeling off today.
Grace! Please just shut up!
Do tell me what you saw last week, he really does want to know.
Grace needs to ask where you got the number to that one theatre on fifth street we attacked you at- He wanted me to get him tickets to a show.
Grace wants to know what your favorite color is, he wants to make sure to order the right color of flowers when we set up things for your funeral after you bleed out on the carpet. He’s very picky about that sort of thing. Is it blue? Green? You look like a pink to me.
Grace asked if you liked horror flicks or romance flicks. We were thinking of having a movie night and wanted to know if you could join.
Do tell Grace what that one thing is about. He’s driving me totally insane, you.
Grace would love to know where you got that metal- shirt of yours. Quite stylish.
Grace will just not shut up until I ask you whether or not you prefer to be skewered alive or dead, because you’d be the one to know.
“It’s too late, my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine,
Body’s aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody – I’ve got to go,
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.”
“Bohemian Rhapsody” by Queen