A Fantastic Little Corner

I just woke up from a terrifying nightmare in which Voldemort was real. @_@ 

He'd taken over the UK and had arrived in America; we Muggles knew everything thanks to the CIA whose last operation of informing the public ended in their obliteration.

All the wizards and witches had been captured, killed , or forced to work as Death Eaters. Practically everything we said about the US Constitution/Government, feeling sorry for those in the UK/witches/wizards, nostalgic memories of The Past, and whispers of rebellion/what it'd be like without Voldie was taboo, resulting in an immediate Avade Kedavra of you or a family member/friend or a slow, excruciating Cruciatus Curse by means of death.  

By default, I became the underground movement's leader. The NA did exist, and I was a part of it. However, my team had been entirely captured as had the leaders of the organization. (For those of you that don't know, the Nameless Agency is a spy society from my original story The Man.) It was up to me to devise a plan to kill Voldemort, and talking about in circles without ever finishing my sentences was infuritating. Not to mention my constant thoughts of, "I'm really not qualified for this!" 

The plan ended up being that while Voldemort was on a casino cruise ship "entertaining" some important members of our society (aka, members of Congress) that we would stop at no ends to ensure his death. Backup plan after backup plan was hatched. My main sickening worry, however, was that Voldemort would Disapparate. So we settled on two plans: blow the entire ship to pieces thus taking out about half of Congress as well, or snipe him and hope he couldn't block it. Sniping became plan A after Major Samantha Carter (from Stargate SG:1)  insisted it could prevent casualties, but someone had to determine if it would work: that someone was me.

So my mission was to sneak on board and get close to Voldie without being detected to find if he had a shield of some sort. He did have one, I discovered after a very suspensful "30 minutes," and I had to get him out of its protective embrace.

"One day, our children will know freedom," I dumbly said. But Voldemort dumbly stepped forward out of his stationary shield's protection to address me with his wand. The last thing I heard, because I suddenly couldn't see, was the echoing of about 20 sniper shots, and close as I was to Voldie, the chances of me escaping getting hit by a few were slim to none.

Then I woke up. O_O And I looked for my glasses and grabbed Ace to tell y'all. A dream with The Man, Harry Potter, and aspects of Stargate SG:1.... @_@ Cool, but scary.

This Thanksgiving, I'm glad that Voldemort is not real!! And maybe that my imagination isn't real, too! XD

Happy Thanksgiving, y'all!

AHH!! I'm watching a movie with a guy who looks a LOT like and acts EXACTLY like WOLFE!! XDXDXD - Just a little less evil, though that probably has to do with his circumstance. ^^ I am SOOO excited over here! 

His hair's a little too dark and short, and his eyes aren't grey, but they do kind of glitter!! ^^ OH DEAR FUZZY! It's WOLFE!! XD

Wanna see Wolfe? Watch "Red Eye!" ^_____^

Well, as Morri's DISAPPEARED, it's time that her fellow agents step in and SAVE her. 

Posing as a semi-round robin, the participants/characters of The Man may post pieces of the story in turns. You may post whatever you like, including scenes involving or not involving your character. While twists and turns are most assuredly ENCOURAGED, don't do anything to... say kill someone. ^_^ In other words, nothing drastic. 

I have no idea how this is supposed to end or what's supposed to happen in the middle; just do whatever you want. ^_^ Within reason. ^_~ 

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