Translation
Fanfic: GUJE & GURW VS. B.E.Y.B.L.A.D.E.R.
Subtitle: # 2
Chapter: Another radio message
So, first as an introduction or whatever you call it ...
To all Beyblade fans:
DON'T HEAD US, that's not meant badly o (^ - ^ ° o)
Then this FF is always written alternately ... I (Jale) and Rike are the authors, with GURW and I write GUJE ...
This is because we write the FF in our emails ^ - ^
Then you have to know that you need REAL nerve to read this, this is SO FILLED OF crap what we write here ...
...
something else?
YES!!!
ALARM!!!!! MY FIRST FF !!!! (After # 1 of the one that we SORRY slouched !!!! SOOOOORRY !!!!! * look at the angry crowd * * at Rike deut * SHE WAS !!!!! * nick *)
But Rike already has experience ... SHE IS BRILLIANT !!! If you want, I can tell you to send you something ^. ^
"" = literal speech ## = thinking ** = noise or asterisk act, you all know ^. ^
Then let's start now:
Chapter 1
Another radio message
(Jale writes)
Silence ... Only the eternal hum of the engine, always sounding the same, can be heard ... A gray, indefinable, Jale-like something (GUJE) sits in the cockpit of the private jet of the "GUOZEDE" (Secret Sub-Organization for the Conquest of the Earth) and clicks bored me a pen back and forth ...* click *
* clack *
* click *
* clack *
...
(-_-) °
Jale: "God, I'm SOOO bored ... WHERE'S GURW ???
And WHY the hell does it all have to happen here again ... If only those STUPID authors hadn't messed up the whole first part ... o (-_-) o "
Suddenly...
* brrrrrtschshhss * * brrrrrmmmmm *
An incomprehensible noise comes from the radio.
GUJE bends over and begins to swear loudly.
"DAMN PART !!! ANYTHING NEVER WORKS HERE !!! The GUOZEDE should really provide us with better (and above all MORE) equipment ... Chairs wouldn't be bad either! * Look around the cockpit * * yours from sitting on the Ground already very cold butt rub *
She hits the radio, which is definitely from the Middle Ages, and puts on a satisfied smile when suddenly a strange voice squeaks through the private jet:
"GUJE !!!!! GUJE !!!!! PLEASE COME !!!! Here the headquarters of GUOZEDE!"
"Here GUJE! What's up ???"
"We're sitting here at the MC Donalds and really just wanted to tell you that it tastes VERY delicious and how PURE we think it is that you can't be here, but have to sit up there in the GREAT, ABSOLUTELY FURNISHED private jet of our organization. .. * the team bursts into roaring laughter *"God folks, I LOVE you ... (-_-) !!!!!" #WHERE ONLY GURW LEFT?!? #
To all Beyblade fans:
DON'T HEAD US, that's not meant badly o (^ - ^ ° o)
Then this FF is always written alternately ... I (Jale) and Rike are the authors, with GURW and I write GUJE ...
This is because we write the FF in our emails ^ - ^
Then you have to know that you need REAL nerve to read this, this is SO FILLED OF crap what we write here ...
...
something else?
YES!!!
ALARM!!!!! MY FIRST FF !!!! (After # 1 of the one that we SORRY slouched !!!! SOOOOORRY !!!!! * look at the angry crowd * * at Rike deut * SHE WAS !!!!! * nick *)
But Rike already has experience ... SHE IS BRILLIANT !!! If you want, I can tell you to send you something ^. ^
"" = literal speech ## = thinking ** = noise or asterisk act, you all know ^. ^
Then let's start now:
Chapter 1
Another radio message
(Jale writes)
Silence ... Only the eternal hum of the engine, always sounding the same, can be heard ... A gray, indefinable, Jale-like something (GUJE) sits in the cockpit of the private jet of the "GUOZEDE" (Secret Sub-Organization for the Conquest of the Earth) and clicks bored me a pen back and forth ...* click *
* clack *
* click *
* clack *
...
(-_-) °
Jale: "God, I'm SOOO bored ... WHERE'S GURW ???
And WHY the hell does it all have to happen here again ... If only those STUPID authors hadn't messed up the whole first part ... o (-_-) o "
Suddenly...
* brrrrrtschshhss * * brrrrrmmmmm *
An incomprehensible noise comes from the radio.
GUJE bends over and begins to swear loudly.
"DAMN PART !!! ANYTHING NEVER WORKS HERE !!! The GUOZEDE should really provide us with better (and above all MORE) equipment ... Chairs wouldn't be bad either! * Look around the cockpit * * yours from sitting on the Ground already very cold butt rub *
She hits the radio, which is definitely from the Middle Ages, and puts on a satisfied smile when suddenly a strange voice squeaks through the private jet:
"GUJE !!!!! GUJE !!!!! PLEASE COME !!!! Here the headquarters of GUOZEDE!"
"Here GUJE! What's up ???"
"We're sitting here at the MC Donalds and really just wanted to tell you that it tastes VERY delicious and how PURE we think it is that you can't be here, but have to sit up there in the GREAT, ABSOLUTELY FURNISHED private jet of our organization. .. * the team bursts into roaring laughter *"God folks, I LOVE you ... (-_-) !!!!!" #WHERE ONLY GURW LEFT?!? #