User blog:TDIwriter/Some News About Pacific Island

'Kay, so it's been a while since I updated. (What else is new?) For those of you who didn't know, I took a hiatus from Pacific Island to do that wiki Nuzlocke. It was a success, in my opinion. Well, it's been over for a few weeks, and I've been hard at work on Pacific Island's fourth chapter. I don't usually make blog posts with previews, but I figured I'd do one, since the update is taking so long. So, yeah, here's a little snippet from the latest chapter. Personally, it's one of my favorite scenes. (Is totally prepared for everyone else to hate it.)

"Sooooo," Wheeler says, "As I was saying. How did he fool us, if he was such a bad actor?"

"I dunno," Paxton shrugs, while brushing his hair away from his face, "Everyone has one good performance, I guess."

"I say," Sawyer begins, "It was quite the elaborate plot, and all. It seems as though that chap had quite the chip on his shoulder. Am I correct, or am I correct?"

Everyone stares awkwardly at Sawyer for a moment. Finally, Paxton says, "No one understands a word you say, dude. Try speaking Bro-gese."

"Uh," Sawyer hesitates, "Um... I said, that one dude sure fooled me, um, yo. He was quite the tricky weasel, my homies," Sawyer winces, "What was his deal, my fellow bros?"

"Oooooh," the rest of the boys say, collectively. Paxton continues, "Why didn't you say so, man? Anyway, I think that dude totally pulled a wicked sweet prank on all of us, ja'know? Maybe he's a totally awesome actor, and just like, fudged the truth on his audtition, yeah?"

"Fo' sugar-snaps...?" Sawyer scratches his head.

"Hahaha," Paxton slaps Sawyer's back, "You're okay, Bro-yer."

--Confessional-- "I swear, it's like they speak Martian," Sawyer laments, "I want to connect with them, but to do so, I have to talk like them. That would be all well and good, except when I try...I have no idea what I'm saying. For all I know, 'fudging the truth' is code for use of illegal substances." --Confessional--

--Confessional-- "Maaaaan," Paxton says, while leaning against the side of the confessional, "That Sawyer dude is pretty chill and all, but I can't understand his words, yo. I want to be the dude's friend, but it's like, kinda hard and stuff, when I have no idea what he's saying, you dig?" Paxton brushes his hand against his stubble, "I mean, 'chip on his shoulder' could be like, code for birth defect. I can't be friends with someone if they go around making fun of people's unfortunate chip growths. It ain't cool, man." --Confessional--

I hope ya'll enjoyed the preview, or at the very least, did not hate it with all of your teenage/preteen/young adult/middle aged angst. I'm about six or seven pages into the chapter, so it shouldn't be too much longer. Take care, yo.