The next one has a bigger budget and is going to be a Game of Thrones pokemon monty python mashup.....with approx 12 actors 13 or so stuffed pokemon
and gallons of fake blood.
Costing me a fortune but it is fun .
You forgot to add how dashing I look .
Yeah loved it I sent it to the BBC but no word yet lol (I actually sent it my best mate who is a producer for the BBC it did do the rounds around to
I can do the filming everything but editing boy that is hard...gonna have to go for another program other than windows movie maker because you can
only add one sound layer...
Great great fun....just makes me think I should have taken a different career path....
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My friend's wife (who is a bit crazy) keeps saying how they didn't contact me back and she doesn't know why. I told her that they probably don't need
to know anything else, like my account number or whatever. She won't leave it alone lol. I thought that's all I needed, the routing number and bank.
There is a bunch of numbers on the bottom of your checks that I believe includes your checking account and the routing number to your bank. Did you
give them a bunch of numbers? Been a while since I've had to give out that info, so don't quite remember how that works.
Marty woke up and went into the The Shed bar to grab something for breakfast. As she walked down the halls of The Shed she noticed
something was different but couldn’t put her finger on what it was. It was more a feeling then anything, a quietness that seems to have draped
itself over everything.
Marty walked up to the bar and noticed that there were no pixies floating around. No laughter was coming from the grand hall, no voices of merriment
could be heard anywhere within The Shed. A thin layer of dust coated everything and spider webs weaved their way around the dark corners of
Martin was suddenly hit with a gust of cold air, the gust strong enough to ruffle her hair. She looked but couldn’t see an open window or a source
of where the air is coming from. She walked from room to room trying to find what was causing this.
As she walked into the grand hall she noticed that the fireplace was roaring but the heat didn’t warm the room at all. She could see her breath it
was so cold. As she walked towards the fireplace she noticed a small box sitting by itself on the mantle. A small silver box with intricate details
etched into its sides. As she walked closer she noticed that the inside was lined with pink satin and laying within it was a small skeleton key.
Marty slowly reached forward to touch the key. As her hand touched the key a burning coldness swept up her arm. Marty quickly jerked her hand back
but the aching coldness stayed with her.
What was this she had found, where had it come from, and where were all of her friends?
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