Scarah Screams's SDCCI diary

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I'll wail on you if you read me diary.

This Day, October the First
Heath Burns asked me today why I dress like some monster from the sixties? Janey mack...for a monster that's constantly on fire you'd think he'd never had a thought in his life that wasn't half-baked. I was close as that–to giving him a lecture on monster retro fashion but I know that would have just caused more trouble than it would have been worth. I don't really use me speaking voice very much at school anymore because monsters take everything I say like it's their own personal prophecy of doom. As if... First of all, when it comes to pronouncements of doom-they're only intended for normies and even then there are only certain normie families we work with...when I say "we" I mean the adults in the family. You can't even begin to apprentice until you're at least a hundred. Now you'd think other monsters would know this but you'd be wrong and so every time I say something out loud some monster misinterprets what I said to mean something terrible is about to happen to them. 'Tis not of course, but the more I try and convince them of that, the worse I usually end up making it. So I've been taking TSL-Telepathy as a Second Language-since I was a wee ghoul.

 

 

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Stranger yet was, Hoodude loved every minute of it and he looked on each grass stain as a proud battle scar. Whatever the case, it was as plain as teh heart on his chest that the other lads had great affection for him just by the way they teased him. I can't say I understand why it works this way but a ghouls can say something to another ghoul that sounds like a compliment but 'tis an insult and a boyo can say something to one of his lads that sounds like an insult but 'tis a compliment. We were having a fine time and Hoodude clapped and cheered for every athlete that received an honor and then Clawd stood to the podium and announced the award for Hoodude. Janey mack-you could have knocked us both over with a fairy's sneeze. There was cheering and backslapping and monsters chanting his name. It was as fine a thing as I've seen done and I was proud to bursting for him. I know that as long as he unlives he'll never forget tonight and neither will I.