Post by wackycheese on Sept 14, 2007 22:10:11 GMT -5
I'm going to rate this T for brief profanity and whatnot.
This is a really random story and is not meant to be that good, so... enjoy. Really its how I think MCR was formed
. Oh, and danteslover, this is for you 
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One thousand years ago into the future, a boy named Gerard Way was born somewhere in New Jersey. He was amazingly gifted in his ability to speak to stones, and amazed everybody around him. His mother took him to one of the village elders when Gerard first began speaking to show them his gift.
“That boy is destined for greatness,” said the elder. “Keep him safe and happy and one day he will do something awesome.”
So Gerard’s mother tried to keep him as happy as possible, giving him all of the doughnuts he wanted and letting him play with her makeup. But though he seemed to be content, there was unrest inside of him.
“I am simply not content,” he confided in his good friend Ray Toro. “I feel… like an outsider, because I can TALK TO STONES.”
“Well,” hissed a voice from the shadows, “you should embrace your gift of TALKING TO STONES. I embrace my gift of having hair with the ability to receive FM radio.”
“Of course,” exclaimed Gerard. “We should definitely start a band named My Chemical Romance, including gifted young people like ourselves. How did you ever come up with that?”
“What,” said Ray lamely.
“Never mind. Geniuses are always absent minded,” said Gerard gaily. “Let’s go scouting for extraordinary other teenagers.”
“And while we do it, we can listen to WMMR,” said Ray, tuning in with his unique hair.
So the two embarked on an incredible journey of two steps before encountering another teenager who was also emo. Speaking to his pet stone Larry, Gerard was able to learn that this boy was named Bob Bryar. Bob, apparently, could drum the souls out of people. Gerard asked him if he wanted to join his band/cult My Chemical Romance.
“Whatever,” said Bob. “I like hot wings.”
Gerard assured him that there would be hot wings and shoved him into a suitcase with Ray. He then bought a plane ticket to Africa, flew there, and came back. Then he resumed his search.
“Larry,” said Gerard after 23 seconds of no luck, “use your Extraordinary Teenager With Powers Sense to detect another mutant in the tristate area.”
So Larry the Stone used his power thing to find Frank Iero or someone similar to that nature. That person was………. Frank Iero. Gerard introduced himself.
“Hello,” said Gerard. “I’m Gerard Way, and I am bisexual. Would you like to join my cult/band/League of Extraordinary Gentleman?”
Frank Iero was a woman at that time, but he suddenly shape-shifted into a strapping young lad with no hair.
“Well, I’m Frank Iero-“
“I KNOW,” said Gerard rudely. “NOW GET IN THE d**n SUITCASE.”
So Frank shape shifted into a wiener dog and got into the d**n suitcase, complaining about his toe cramp. That he obviously had since Gerard met him. So Ray gave him so aspirin and bit him in the leg and they bought a minivan to drive around in, instead of the cantaloupe they were in now. As they went on their travels, they met a young lad named Mikey Way.
“What a coincidence!” yelled Gerard.
“Ummm… what?” said Mikey.
“You and I… we are like… it is so weird… we’re like BROTHERS or something!”
“We are brothers,” stated Mikey.
“Silly boy, I can talk to stones so I know you are not my brother. NOW GET IN THE d**n SUITCASE,” he explained.
And so was born the legendary band MCR, in just under a millennium. After minutes of hard work, song writing, and general tomfoolery, they had three albums out and were huge successes. But this was no large feat. The Beatles did it.
One night while Gerard was sleeping his pet stone Larry came to him with a prophecy.
“Gerard, I have you a prophecy,” he said, but Gerard did not stir.
“Wake the hell up, I have you a prophecy,” said Larry a bit louder.
He had by this time woken up Ray, who was deeply upset by this. He used his radio-hair to create a static interference and that woke up Gerard, being as his bed was now on fire.
“What do you want LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRY?” he groaned.
“I have you a prophecy,” said Larry.
“I do not care, for you see, I now have money and hot chicks that have convinced me to stop talking to you,” said Gerard. He then threw Larry out a window, never to be seen again.
Because Gerard ignored the prophecy, the Apocalypse came and a dragon ate the world, spewing it back out all polluted and what not. No one died, but they are sure unhappy now.
THE END
This is a really random story and is not meant to be that good, so... enjoy. Really its how I think MCR was formed
. Oh, and danteslover, this is for you 
.One thousand years ago into the future, a boy named Gerard Way was born somewhere in New Jersey. He was amazingly gifted in his ability to speak to stones, and amazed everybody around him. His mother took him to one of the village elders when Gerard first began speaking to show them his gift.
“That boy is destined for greatness,” said the elder. “Keep him safe and happy and one day he will do something awesome.”
So Gerard’s mother tried to keep him as happy as possible, giving him all of the doughnuts he wanted and letting him play with her makeup. But though he seemed to be content, there was unrest inside of him.
“I am simply not content,” he confided in his good friend Ray Toro. “I feel… like an outsider, because I can TALK TO STONES.”
“Well,” hissed a voice from the shadows, “you should embrace your gift of TALKING TO STONES. I embrace my gift of having hair with the ability to receive FM radio.”
“Of course,” exclaimed Gerard. “We should definitely start a band named My Chemical Romance, including gifted young people like ourselves. How did you ever come up with that?”
“What,” said Ray lamely.
“Never mind. Geniuses are always absent minded,” said Gerard gaily. “Let’s go scouting for extraordinary other teenagers.”
“And while we do it, we can listen to WMMR,” said Ray, tuning in with his unique hair.
So the two embarked on an incredible journey of two steps before encountering another teenager who was also emo. Speaking to his pet stone Larry, Gerard was able to learn that this boy was named Bob Bryar. Bob, apparently, could drum the souls out of people. Gerard asked him if he wanted to join his band/cult My Chemical Romance.
“Whatever,” said Bob. “I like hot wings.”
Gerard assured him that there would be hot wings and shoved him into a suitcase with Ray. He then bought a plane ticket to Africa, flew there, and came back. Then he resumed his search.
“Larry,” said Gerard after 23 seconds of no luck, “use your Extraordinary Teenager With Powers Sense to detect another mutant in the tristate area.”
So Larry the Stone used his power thing to find Frank Iero or someone similar to that nature. That person was………. Frank Iero. Gerard introduced himself.
“Hello,” said Gerard. “I’m Gerard Way, and I am bisexual. Would you like to join my cult/band/League of Extraordinary Gentleman?”
Frank Iero was a woman at that time, but he suddenly shape-shifted into a strapping young lad with no hair.
“Well, I’m Frank Iero-“
“I KNOW,” said Gerard rudely. “NOW GET IN THE d**n SUITCASE.”
So Frank shape shifted into a wiener dog and got into the d**n suitcase, complaining about his toe cramp. That he obviously had since Gerard met him. So Ray gave him so aspirin and bit him in the leg and they bought a minivan to drive around in, instead of the cantaloupe they were in now. As they went on their travels, they met a young lad named Mikey Way.
“What a coincidence!” yelled Gerard.
“Ummm… what?” said Mikey.
“You and I… we are like… it is so weird… we’re like BROTHERS or something!”
“We are brothers,” stated Mikey.
“Silly boy, I can talk to stones so I know you are not my brother. NOW GET IN THE d**n SUITCASE,” he explained.
And so was born the legendary band MCR, in just under a millennium. After minutes of hard work, song writing, and general tomfoolery, they had three albums out and were huge successes. But this was no large feat. The Beatles did it.
One night while Gerard was sleeping his pet stone Larry came to him with a prophecy.
“Gerard, I have you a prophecy,” he said, but Gerard did not stir.
“Wake the hell up, I have you a prophecy,” said Larry a bit louder.
He had by this time woken up Ray, who was deeply upset by this. He used his radio-hair to create a static interference and that woke up Gerard, being as his bed was now on fire.
“What do you want LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRY?” he groaned.
“I have you a prophecy,” said Larry.
“I do not care, for you see, I now have money and hot chicks that have convinced me to stop talking to you,” said Gerard. He then threw Larry out a window, never to be seen again.
Because Gerard ignored the prophecy, the Apocalypse came and a dragon ate the world, spewing it back out all polluted and what not. No one died, but they are sure unhappy now.
THE END
