Helloooos!

You know, I have this theory that this blog is my personal playground.

Yup. You heard that right. 'Cuz well, no one comes anyway. So why can't I just write anyyything I want?

So, yeah. I was bored one day. So I wrote a story in my mind. It wasn't a particularly cool story. Or a funny one. Well, it was a random one. But it was really nothing worth mentioning.

Except for the fact that I wanted to mention it. So there!

In the distant years, far before there was anything worth mentioning, there was the Creator. She was before nothing. After nothing. And basically...almost nothing. But also something. Something far greater than anything we could imagine.

So, one day, she was bored. And as we all know, being bored out of your mind sometimes give rise to incredibly amazing and stupid things. This was one of them.

With the bits of fluff she found in her belly button, she created a little world which out of an amazing bit of randomness, she named Tuti.

Tuti was populated by little tiny crawly, squirmy things, which for some reason, were all girls. The Creator,(having gone through FPS) immediately foresaw some....problems which might arise because of this. So with great foresight, she programmed them to self-destruct after ONE year, resulting in them not needing to resort to doing icky things learnt only in biology in order to continue populating the land.

Those little thingys were called Tutiers

The Creator then looked at it, and thought it fairly passable.

Then she went to sleep.

The next day, she was horrified to learn that the Tutiers were not only not doing anything productive, they were being absolutely EVIL!!!!

So, she closed her eyes really tightly and wiiiished out a guardian for the little Tutiers.

The guardian was then named June.

Or. Well, Mistan, for some reason. She was relatively short, but with a HUGE temper and a fairly great intellect.So being quite suitable, she was given authority over ALLLLL the land and the little Tutiers.

The Creator looked at her. Then at them. And thought it passable.

Then She went to sleep again.

To Be Continued (when I feel like it)

...what shall I do next?
Whaddya think?