Hi there. The first thing you need to know is that I'm a Scribblenaut.
Scribblenauts use their trademarked notebook to get the Starite by completing the challenge. The way this is done is simple. If you need an object, simply write the name of said object in the said notebook and viola! the said object appears. Using this power, we help people do whatever. Maybe rescue a cat or kill the Martians or even throw a baseball. The list is endless. It's pretty fun. However, the second thing you need to know is that I am a zombie.
Being a zombie Scribblenaut is not fun. A boy has a kite in a tree, I try to help and he runs, thinking I will eat his brains. Then police people show up trying to "eradicate this evilness" and try to kill me. Thank God for my supersonic flying shades.
But Maxwell is known by everyone. We're good friends, him and I. And, as you can imagine, he has WAAAAAAAY more Starites than I do. He gave me a starite for my birthday last year (yes, zombies have birthdays too) and that single starite is what has kept me from quitting this scribblenaut stuff. plus, it's soooooooo shiiiiinnnnnyyyyyy...
But the best thing I've ever gotten were my special shades I got from Santa last year (zombies celebrate Christmas too). And they're not just any shades. They are IMMORTAL UNAVOIDABLE FLYING DIVING EPIC SHADES. And they're not notebook version either, meaning I don't have to write them in every mission. They literally follow me everywhere. They have saved my life like 2,000,000,000 times. If you ever see Santa (not those chubby nerds pretending to be Santa at the mall but the REAL Santa) give him a hug for me.
I also have a pet. It is a Supersaurus. More specifically, it is an INVINCIBLE GREY CITYLIKE TELEKINETIC SCRIBBLENAUTICAL COMMUNIST SUPERSAURUS.
An awesome pet, indispensable ally and a heck of a bargain. (the dinosaur shop owner said he'd give it to me for free if I didn't eat his brains. What a zombie racist.) Except for that it's communist and the fact that I have no idea what the adjective CITYLIKE does, I couldn't write a better pet. Maybe I should give it a DEMOCRATIC POTION...
Oh hey! A level... or challenge.. or starite-get-place or whatever...
Hmm... Doesn't look too hard... heh... welp, I have a starite to get, and I get it by doing what I'm realistically-stereotypically good at! I shall see you... sometime between now and a hundred zillion years from now. Bai :).