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NOTE: All right. I'm bored. To death. I have no inspiration whatsoever, so I'll just write some random episodes of Random Bishop Fangirls, which was unsurprisingly spawned by my away messages on AIM. The "script version" of the episodes will remain as my away messages (there are only two at the moment), while a story version will be written in my journal.

I guess the whole plot right now, is the player character (PC), which is my own character from the game, and their companions of Neverwinter Nights 2 (set after the PC becomes Captain of Crossroad Keep) has come across a growing problem. No, it isn't the King of Shadows. It may be much worse. A giant mob of Bishop fangirls. The setting is in the Forgotten Realms (Sword Coast, Faerun, etc.), but with "some odd magic," girls of our time have been able to travel to Sword Coast. These girls turn out to be Bishop fangirls with the urge to... well... no need to go there. Everything speaks for itself.

It may seem confusing right now, but my head hurts like crazy, so don't mind me. This might be rewritten when I go back and read it. I don't think the Author's Note is making much sense...

The script version has already been posted in my journal entry, "On the Topic of Rabid Bishop Fangirls." Okay, let's get on with the story already. I doubt anyone will read this, but it's for my boredom.

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The large door slammed behind them, a wooden bar falling across it to prevent entrance into the room. Several of the group slid to the ground, panting. Others leaned against the wall to catch their breath, including a woman with short, spiky blonde hair and piercing, light blue eyes. She seemed like the leader of the group, because several of the others glanced at her for guidance. The woman looked to be about 22 and she carried a long sword, with a golden hilt, a faint light radiating from it. She stared hard at a man nearby, who was looking at her before she even looked in his direction. He had an expressionless face and didn't seem to be as tired as the others were. He wore leather armor with several straps and belts. He had a bow slung across his back with a quiver full of arrows next to it. He had dark brown eyes that were cold and harsh, but attractive at the same time. His hair fit his style. It wasn't close to baldness, but there wasn't enough hair to cover his ears. It fit his occupation as a ranger. His growing stubble added to his attractiveness, making any modern-day girl fall for him. "By the Gods, Bishop!" The woman cursed. "How many do you think there are?!"

Unfortunately, that was exactly what they were running from. The ranger shrugged slightly. "My guess? Thousands, all falling in love with me. Might even be a few guys running around out there, too." ((Note: Here, Bishop is supposed to say 'My guess? All of them, even the guys.' I have to rewrite most of the scene, otherwise it wouldn't make sense. "Them" means whoever plays the Neverwinter Nights 2. "Them" become the fangirls, but Bishop 'jokes' that anyone who plays the game fall in love with him, even the guys who play it.))

The woman scoffed. "I think you're falling in love with yourself, Bishop. You're not that sexy." Bishop smirked at her.

"You wish," he told her in a seductive-like tone. An older man intervened. He seemed to be in the 30s and had a disapproving frown on his face. He had blue eyes and black hair, long enough to cover the tops of his ears. He wore metal armor and carried a longsword and a shield on his back.

"I will not have you talking like that to her!" He said loudly, stepping towards Bishop. The ranger stared at him, ready to reply. An elf, who looked about 30s or 40s as well (but was, really, around 500), sighed. ((Note: I don't know how old 500-year-old elves look like, so I'm just guessing.)) He wore dark blue robes and had shoulder-length, brown hair combed back, out of his face. He had a sarcastic air about him, judging by the constant expression on his face, which seemed to have its share of sarcasm over the many years.

"Here we go again," The elf muttered. The leader walked over and placed herself inbetween the ranger and the taller man.

"Shut it, you two!" She ordered, jerking her head forward. Bishop and the other man looked in the direction she gestured to. A small group of girls were walking towards them, a hungry look on their faces. "We have some... 'friends' coming our way.

"Yaay," The elf said in a sarcastic voice. "Let's attack the rabid Bishop fangirls."



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NOTE: All right, it turned out better than I had expected. Only by a little. But my head still hurts, so I might think it's good, when, in reality, it sucks. That was episode one. Yes, I know. It's so short. But, away messages don't allow so many words and stuff. Only one of the names (Bishop) has been revealed... sorry. The others' names will come in time.

If you must know, there are... 9 companions (I'd say 10, but...) and 1 PC, so 10 characters. I'm thinking of adding myself in there, as a Bishop fangirl, but I'm not sure yet. It'd be easier to come up with a better story if I had some named Bishop fangirls...