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WELCOME, Reader, TO THE FILES OF

DEATHCRAFT

"Um, hello, is this thing on?" Unsurely, a teenage girl tapped on the tip of a microphone. She beamed at the loud booming voice that formed and gave a wide smile to the audience. "Ah, perfect! I'm Jetafray. Welcome to the files of Deathcraft!" She paused, waiting for some kind of reaction, and the sound of comical crickets came from the background. "Aw, I deserve more cheers. And so does Deathcraft!"

This time, she was rewarded with heart-felt cheers.

Jet nodded. "Beautiful! As you all here probably know, this is the behind-the-scenes, one-shot, song fic, infromation stash, real-world viewing, character interviews, and much more, adobe of the story Deathcraft. Those of you unaware should check it out! There's a little profile button near the top and that's all that really needs to be pressed." She began to pace, releasing the microphone in her hand. It hovered in the air from her epic authoress powers and followed her around.

"Also, those of you who are new, you should submit an OC! I'll be accepting for a while, so keep 'em coming!" Curious whispers spread from the new readers, causing her to gain a somewhat predatory grin. "Rules, you say? For OC submitting? But of course! I prefer them with a little bit of kethup, french fries on the side, with a large-" She froze, her insane face falling into a frown. "What do you mean I can't eat them? They're giving them to me!" Pause. "Oh, to use. Okay." Laughing nervously, she turned her attention back to the crowd. "Ignore that. Just the Angels talkin' to me.

"Anyway, the real rules for OC submitting are as stated." She held up one finger dramatically. "Uno! You must fill out the form below! It's muy important! Dos! OCs cannot have a mythical past. Can it be dramatic? Heart-breaking? Tear-jerking? Sadistic? Yes. Supernatural? No! Tres, OCs should be sent to me via PM messaging. It's perferable. Cuatro, one OC per person. I love ya, but I don't wanna be writing your characters eight billion time, capisce? Lovely!" Jet reached for the microphone, only for it to suddenly fly away. "What? No, come back Julio, I must converse with my readers!"

NOTICE: The scheduled program has been cancelled. Please, enjoy this theme song.

Deathcraft Theme Song: What I've Become

By: Skylar Windsong

It's a video game gone wrong,

An endless pressure pushing on.

It's sanity stretched to its limit!

The end of the world as we knew it!

As the world around fades black,

You've no way of going back.

Pulled inside, a lost soul,

Kill a madman your only goal!

You never meant to let them die!

You never wanted this, (never wanted this)

And you know you ain't a hero,

Never meant to deliver a fatal blow

Chorus

Yeah, I never knew,

What this would come to! (never knew)

I'm not what you think of me,

That's not gonna be! (never gonna be)

I'm not a monster, not a killer,

Only survivor who inside,

Feels so numb and,

I don't know what I've become!

It's unfathomable madness,

All the feelings you try to suppress.

As the people around fall to fate,

Inside you turn to hate.

It's a death game to play,

Can't see to the next day.

It's a cruel world out there!

Never knew you started to care!

Chorus

Yeah, I never knew,

What this would come to! (never knew)

I'm not what you think of me,

That's not gonna be! (never gonna be)

I'm not a monster, not a killer,

Only survivor who inside,

Feels so numb and,

I don't know what I've become!

You don't have a chance!

There's nothing left here!

Kill and kill you won't bring them back!

NO RETURN!

They're gone! GONE!

They're GONE!

I don't know what I've become!

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BECOME!

You never meant to let them die!

You never wanted this, (never wanted this)

And you know you ain't a hero,

Never meant to deliver a fatal blow!

Chorus

Yeah, I never knew,

What this would come to! (never knew!)

I'm not what you think of me,

That's not gonna be! (never gonna be!)

I'm not a monster, not a killer,

Only survivor who inside,

Feels so numb and…

No! No more I beg!

I would give an arm and leg! (NO MORE!)

To stop this insanity!

Let them all be free! (INSANITY)

AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BECOME!

Jetafray ran back into the viewing area, carrying a new purple microphone. She mumbled something about stupid Julio's and lame microphones before she turned towards the readers. "Well, there's more information to be heard! But since I'm a 'sadistic, unqualified, somehow lucky person who got the review but lacks writing talent-" Glares were sent off stage "-I'll let the main character talk to you guys!" She vanished in a poof of blue smoke, leaving an odd brown-haired boy in her spot.

"What? But I don't like people!" Lennekio called, though got no response. "I'm not explaining your dumb Files' rules!" Silence. Then- "Whatever," he grumbled, turning and looking at the confused readers. He sighed, annoyed, before he began speaking. "Jetafray is allowing people to submit in one-shots about Deathcraft. Shipping one-shots accepted, parodies accepted. Anything else, PM for answers and requests. Though, no mature. To ask questions to be given to a character in an interview, check out the Deathcraft Forum - where a Roleplay will be posted as well. Erm... I think that's it..."

"You forgot the Doritos!" Jetafray's cry came out from the blackness of the background.

Lenn blinked, then scowled. "I hate Doritos." He glared at the readers. "Now go away."

Before his figure vanished from view, Jet's voice cried a quick, "Review!" and was followed by her laughing at the rhyme.

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