Lost Creek Hollow too bad, you're not invited, i'm in charge - byeeee

there was an old saying, 'a mountain will move, given reason enough' - neither sionnach nor the author knew whence this saying originated, but one thing was certain -- there was a mountain, moving with plenty of reason given, right towards sionnach's exact position.

she was way too young to be trampled to death by the infant form of john goodman, and also, way too good looking to be executed by someone so ugly. seriously, attacking pretty people had to be a hate crime.

managing to rise to her feet just in time for bullengus (new nickname spinoff: bolus - sorry, it's sticking. reasons why being 1. a bolus is a round, fat obstruction, usually in an important passageway like your pharynx, nbd, you don't need that-- and 2. do i need to say fat obstruction again, and not the phat obstruction kind from dangerous by kardinal offishal), sionnach stared the bull in the eye and prepared for launch.

she planned something along these lines:


instead, she got something like this:


she landed face-first in the dirt, plowed down to the ground with the same ruthless conviction of a building being demo'd. NO, NOT THE MONEY MAKER. that was it, fun time was over -- with a howl of injustice sionnach sat upright and took in a giant breath, her face red -- and then she unleashed an unholy shriek of outrage, choking and blubbering in her own infuriated shock. EAT A DICK, BOLUS.