The only thing that gets more more annoyed than a prep or a wannabe prep is a wannabe goth and/or freak. They say they hate society, and they say they don't want to conform. Well they're cornforming alright, to what everyone else's views on those groups are. The wannabe goths wear they're black lipstick everyday, and make sure they have on black clothes. They misbehave in class, most of the time to the point of explusion from their school, or at least many suspensions.  They only listen to bands like slipknot and such, saying that pop is the root of all evil. Many of them tend to do drugs (I'm not saying they're all druggies or that all druggies are wannabe goths, I've just met a lot of wannabe goths that do drugs...but I also know some real goths that used to do drugs). They wannabe goths say society made them the way they are....I say if society made them that way then how come there aren't more like them? I like to consider myself a goth/freak, which means I can be considered either side. Most of the time I am considered a goth chick though. Sure, I sometimes wear black lipstick, but it's rare I do.And plus, I have other colors of lipstick besides that. My wardrobe has many other shades of color besides black. In fact, a small percentage of it is black.I have never done drugs and never plan on doing them. I have never even considered on doing drugs in fact. I happen to like a few pop songs...sure not many, but there are a few I like. Goth, for many true goths, is a state of mind rather than a look, like it is for the wannabes.

Wannabe freaks are a bit  different, but the same concept. They listen to milder rock bands than the goths do, yet they still say pop is the root of all evil. They reject many of the popular styles, as do goths, but they wear some more colors.  They tend to be practical jokesters and often get in trouble, though not as often as the wannabe goths. Basically, take a wannabe goth and water it down a little and you have a wannabe freak. I like many of the bands wannabe freaks listen to, but as I said before, there are a few pop songs that are OK. The only reason wannabe goths/freaks don't like it is because it's mostly manufactured. I personally don't like it, but I don't bash people who do like the wannabes do. The whole point of being a goth/freak is to be true to yourself, and these people are doing the opposite. They are just doing whatever they've heard goths or freaks do. They say they don't want to conform, yet they are. They wonder why the real goths and freaks don't like them. It's because we view them as corporate whore, just as we see preps. Basically, that's all they are, preps in different packaging. And there, now you have my view on wannabe freaks and wannabe goths. You can love it, hate it, accept it, deny it, whatever. Because unlike the wannabes, I don't care what other people think of me, and I don't hate thoses that don't think like me.

One fine day Chainsaw was on the prowl, looking for klebs to kill. It smelt blood and went to go see what it came from. It found two warriors who had killed klebs and were just leaving it to rot. Chainsaw could not let that go. They had killed it's food (it prefered to eat it's prey live) and it was just leaving it!He went and attacked them, but the girl in the group turned around and said "NO!" in a firm voice. Chainsaw stopped, it wasn't used to people staying, nevermind giving it orders. Then they boy kneeled down to Chainsaw's level and grinned a grin as big as Chainsaw was. "You look insane like me!" The boy exclaiamed. The girl laughed. "You're right, he DOES look kind of like you....." she said, looking at the creature with curiosoty, because, you see, she had a huge imagination. "I wouldn't trust either of us with a chainsaw.....hey! Let's call it that! Let's call it Chainsaw!" the boy said with a laugh. "Yeah, good name...do you like Chainsaw you little cutie? Will you be our pet??" she asked, the last part being directed at Chainsaw. Chainsaw bounced up and down happily while nodding his huge head, and from that point of followed them everywhee on their adventures.

One day, they saw a new kind of creature. It was purple, with horns. "Chainsaw, come here..." the boy called, in case these things were dangerous. Of course, the girl had to go up and examine the new creatures. She had cheese in her hand. The creatures quickly ate that up and looked up to her expectantly. "I don't think they're harmful, I think all they want is cheese...they seem to love the taste.." she told the boy. Chainsaw walked away dissapointedly. "Hold on a second, I'm gonna go get more!" she told them. She started walking towards camp, and they followed her. "Stay there!" she commanded, and yet they still followed her. When she got back to where they boy was she sighed. "They insist on following me I'm afraid!" she said, and went to go get some cheese for them. She was pleased to find out that not as mant were following her, but surprised to find out that half of them had decided to follow the boy. After she got the cheese, she went over to the boy, creatures in tow, and sat down. "What shall we call these? she asked. "I don't know, how about you come up with a name, I named Chainsaw...." he said, trailing off. "Well, they like cheese...hmmm...I'l name them cheese monkeys!" she exclaimed. And from that day on, that is what they have been called.