Ladies and gentlemen, GUESS WHO -
*waiting*
It's ME, Tintin. I only posted on this blog once and then I turn evil (which actually wasn't half bad, I mean, when you're evil, you don't have to use responsibility or anything) before I could post a second time.
All who are wondering how Alex got shot, uh, yeah, it was me.
Turns out there was some weird transmitter behind my ear that was totally screwing with my brain (sounds lame, really wasn't).
My hair's long again and blowing all over the place, not considering getting it cut. And I'm wearing the black jacket again. It's like a part of me now.
Ha ha.
Tintin (Mr is optional)
:D
Mr Tintin's blog. Evening (or morning. Whatever). This is kinda like Fang's Blog, or 6 Kids, 12 Wings, 1 Blog or whatever you call it. The other guys post here too (damn them). And if anyone wants to know, yes, we ARE flying winged freaks.
Trueness: My Life, My Friends, My World, Our Family
- Rebels
- Um, well, Tintin is writing this, so I live with four other flying mutant kids and our talking Jack Russel Terrier. Isn't that great? OK, well I'm the second youngest here, I'm thirteen along with everyone but Tess, who's 12 (suck). We're not related, were created by the FBI, who ran an experiment for hybrid children but we weren't treated wrong or ANYTHING!!! In fact, they were really nice to us. Then, when we were three, our wings disappeared and when we were twelve, they came BACK AGAIN!!! Not lying. It's all true. So, I live with Hilary (one of the only two girls), Tess (the other girl), Eli (the pyromaniac) and Alex (Eli's best friend and the other pyromaniac). Oh, yeah, and our talking dog Iggy. -Tintin
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