Fang. Casting agent extraordinaire!

Seems like the newest task on my agenda is to go give Weird Al a call and have him clear his schedule so that our lives can be captured on film in a much more accurate light. Very funny.

...And the Adam Brody OC dude? That preppy actor boy could not take on an Eraser if he tried!! (Oh, and deal with getting his collar-poppin' shirt wrinkly.)

Since we're talking about perfect casting here, let's keep the ball rolling and talk about Miss Maximum Sarcasm. According to the message board, the Max Ride readers of the world seem to think that Evan Rachel Wood should play her in the movie.

Personally, I was thinking more of an Avril Lavigne type. She can kick wolf-mutant butt!!

What do you guys think? I think I should get business cards made up and move to Hollywood.
-Fang

Joke's on YOU!

Dear Mustard Fan(g),

I think all that blood loss you experienced the other day is getting to you...big time! PLEASE! Haven't you ever heard of sarcasm? Gotcha!

Sorry to burst your little bubble there, pal. I sure hope you can still fly with all that ego weighing your head down!

By the way, I just heard a rumor that none other than Mr. Adam "The OC" Brody is interested in playing you in our movie.

So...Weird Al wasn't available or something?


That would be MUCH more accurate casting, don't you think? ;-)

Sincerely,
Maximum Sarcasm

A Reply to "The vent..."

Dear Poutty Girl at the Hot Dog Stand Bench,

Even though I only shared a brief moment discussing the golden condiment (that absolutely makes everything in life better!) with a certain girl around your age, apparently I have offended you. For that, I am sorry.

Interesting, though. VERY interesting.

Maybe I could make THIS situation better by dumping a vat of mustard on your head? You'd probably look better yellow, anyway. ;-)

Sincerely Yours,
Fang

Time to vent...

Forgive me. I'm about to be totally cliche and, well...GIRLY for a moment. I just need to vent.

Is it okay to be jealous of somebody you don't even KNOW?

The flock needs to refuel pretty often because we burn so many calories flying--plus, Iggy kept nagging me for a dirty water dog (or 10)--so we stopped at a corner hot dog stand. Just as Iggy was stuffing his face with dog number three, a girl about my age started talking to Fang. She was ordering a pretzel with mustard and they started laughing about how mustard makes everything taste better. (And, c'mon, how stupid is THAT?) Then, something inside of me just snapped. I don't know what it was, but I don't think it was jealousy over her can of root beer.

I got so...I don't know...angry, that I sat myself down on a nearby bench until they finished their giggle-fest over CONDIMENTS.

UGH! I don't know what my problem is.
Note to self: Remember! Mustard is the way to Fang's heart.

Fang's War Wounds!

I've been helping everybody with their injuries from our Eraser fight at the Institute & Fang's was definitely the worst of the Flock. His face got all scratched up, he's bruised like a banana & part of his right wing was hurt pretty bad. I have no idea if what I'm doing to help him is right - I'm just trying my best.

Check out this picture of Fang wounded by the Erasers...can anyone help me out?? Besides for looking stuff up on the net about fixing big wounds and gashes, I don't really know what else I can do!! (There's nothing about kids with wings on those medical web sites!)

Max can tell you guys from when she got hurt, it's probably going to take a long time for cuts this nasty to heal up. Fang probably won't be able to fly until he's better, too. Anyone out there have any advice for us?? I hope we can figure this out! I'm just scared.

Fang keeps saying that it doesn't hurt, but he must be in a lot of pain. He's really, I mean really, a brave kid.

Nudge

Candid Camera.

At the end of the hallway were two security guards with flashlights, or so we thought. ...ERASERS!

This was by far one of the ugliest battles we've ever fought. These new Erasers are WAY stronger than the last bunch. They may be expiring more quickly, but they sure can kick your butt while they're around! And, you try fighting blood-thirsty wolf-mutants you just stole from in a hallway the size of a watermelon! (Okay, so several freakishly large watermelons.) I really don't know how we got out alive.

Bloodied and bruised, we finally escaped into an alleyway. Out of NOWHERE, some wackos with cameras jumped out behind a fence and started snapping our picture! They were screaming stuff about how they were "going to tell the world about us" and then they booked it out of there. I have no idea who the heck they were, but it can't be good news.

Why do we attract all the weirdos?! First the creepy guy with the Mac, and now these crazies with the cameras. I just want a NORMAL life!

The Black Door.

We went through every cabinet, every computer, every inch of the Institute and gathered all the information we could get our hands on. Weirder still, we combed the entire place, yet we didn't find any new "experiments" inside the lab. I assumed since we let all the others we found free, the White Coats didn't have enough time to create new ones. Boy, was I wrong.

We found a hidden entrance to a stairway, leading to a black doorway that had no doorknob, no handle...nothing.


Each of us, one by one, pressed our ears up to the door. I cannot begin to describe the horrible sounds I heard. Scratching, whimpering, screaming from something...NOT HUMAN! These new experiments were engineered quickly and in large numbers...and they knew we were right outside the door.

Something told me to grab the rest of the flock and run, FAST.