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OMG, it's so cute!!!!!! I love it! :biggrin.gif: Thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!!

Can I have the 'cute girl' from the OP, but with auburn hair, a pink striped shirt, and blue eyes? That'd be great.

Thanks! :biggrin.gif:
~LittleOrphanAnnie

I know that you're already flooded with skins, but I would appreciate it if you could make me a skin. I would like a creeper dressed like a little girl. She should be in a purple dress, with pigtails or long hair (whichever is easier for you).

Thanks! :biggrin.gif:
~LittleOrphanAnnie

Hey Absolete. Can you make me an avatar that has a drawing of a koala with the word "Cute" written under it? That'd be great. Thanks!

Amanda woke up again, dazed and confused. Her leg was in agony, but she managed to gasp out two questions through the haze of her pain. "Where are we? What happened?" She glanced down at her leg, and immediately retched at the site of her open wounds. The site of her vomit made her retch again, before she passed out once more.

Can I have a gecko skin? Google "day geckos" and you'll be able to tell what I would prefer as far as the coloration of it.

Thanks!

Pain. That was all Amanda could feel. Horrible, deafening pain. The car was starting to crush down on top of her, and her vision began to blur. She looked down at her leg, and saw it bending in the wrong place. Bone was sticking out just below her knee, and she could she muscle, blood, gore; all exposed by the shrapnel. She fainted at the sight of it.

((Guys, don't let my character die, I'm just trying to make it dramatic. I can tone it down if it's unrealistic for her to survive, but can someone rescue me and handle t? If one of you could rescue me in the next post that would be great.))

"What happened here?" Amanda asked as she sat up. She had dozed into sleep, and she awoke to the site of damaged buildings. Markus had rolled down his window, and was staring at pile of rubble that used to be a building. "Woah," Amanda said as she looked at the ravaged building in awe. What could do that sort of damage?

I'm sad that this is a troll story. As I read the beginning, I was like "Woah, this is so poetic." But when I got to the end, I was like "Why did you have to ruin a perfectly good story?!?!?!?!"
So, yeah.
Could you maybe make it a real story and explain how he got to where he is in his life? You have an amazing writing style, and I really think you could flesh this out into a fairly long fanfic.

"Why are the helicopters following us?" Amanda asked Markus as she sat up. "There are armed people out there! Should we get in the trailer? It would be safer," Amanda speculated out loud. Lester was right; it would be good to have the trailer for extra protection.

((What's the double meaning? I don't get it. . . .))

What the heck is this?

"Thank you. I've really been needing someone to tell me that," Amanda said as she wiped away her tears. She leaned into Markus and whispered another silent "Thank you."

"No, it's fine. I know that creepers aren't human anymore. I found that out when I only saw hatred, anger, and the lust to kill in the face of what used to be my father," Amanda said as she tried to choke back her tears. The tears won, and she let out a pathetic sob as the tears ran down her cheeks.

Amanda smiled graciously at Reagan's offer and took the seat next to her. "Thanks," Amanda said as she buckled her seat belt. Old habits die hard. She directed her next question to Markus. "Is that Murder Sermon that you're humming? My dad used to listen to stuff like that when he was younger. Murder Sermon was the most-listened-to song on his iPod before. . . ." Amanda trailed off, as the memory of her father mutating surfaced in her brain. "Sorry, it's just that he seemed fine for a while before he started turning into one of those green things. Sometimes I forget that he's actually gone," Amanda spoke to Reagan and Markus.

"And is there shelter in those nearby towns?" Amanda asked. They could always camp out in the trailer, but Amanda had been living the best post-apocalyptic life possible. Not too many mutated beasts, a steady food supply with all of her favorite snacks, a safe place to sleep. . . . .But now that she was outside of her little safe-haven, Amanda saw how horrible the world had gotten in the past three months.