Coincidence?

Either Holly Brook owns a farm on the outskirts of Virginia (random alert!), or this is the Voice messing with my head.

Place your bets now!

-Max

Riiiiight.

I could take him.

Geez. How many KIDS WITH WINGS are supposed to be OUT THERE?

-Fang.

"It's just a flesh wound!"

Hey.

Sorry if I freaked anyone out with my little flying incident. It was just a small gash, anyway. I recover quickly. Those dumb winged-refrigerator variety Erasers may not be able to fly well, but they still have razor-sharp claws and fangs.

You think with a name like FANG, I would, you know, have some of my own. Sadly, I do not. But, I bet they're hard to floss. The way that dude's breath reaked, I doubt he does any regular dental hygiene practices.

It thought I could have just shaken it off (...or flown it off? How does that work?), but I still need to work on recognizing my own limitations.

Pride is a hard thing to swallow.

-Fang.

I can't take it anymore!!!

How do I get rid of this dumb CHIP?!

My face is beet red...it feels like it's AFLAME.

If there were a 'fridge I could stick my head into right now, I WOULD!


Why is this happening to me?

Weirded out

Isn't this a little...

...I dunno

...FREAKY?

http://maximumride.blogspot.com/2005/08/dream-is-never-over.html

Hey - Max? Foreshadowing is holding for you on line 1.

Ig

"We're. . .freaking. . .ballet. . .dancers."

"The fridge with wings."

After feeling kinda whoozy post-blood donation so that some very curious doctors could play guinea pig on Fang (AKA "Nick"), I decided to sit down, drink some OJ, and draw some sketches of what our little showdown with the new breed of Erasers was like.

Here's the first one:


Here's my idea for a billboard ad for these guys: "Erasers, Version 6.5: Really Freakin' Dumb."

And, as if this couldn't get any more confusing, Ari is ALIVE? As in not-dead?

WHAT IS GOING ON?!

Whoozy again. More to come...

-Max

P.S. If anyone asks, our "parents" were "missionaries." Smile, nod, and play along.