mybibliophile 2011-07-01 09:57:49

a true story or a pretend one?

xellon 2011-07-01 16:02:17

a dark warlock summoned a bunch of huge ass golems covered in flames upon a village just for shits and giggles
more than half of the village was either destroyed maliciously or burnt to the ground
the people try to run away but was suddenly forced to lay low by some hot nether chick with a glowing hammer and her brutish army who rushed to the scene to stop the golems from proceeding to the castle of Lysol (is btw the cleanest castle in all the land)
a village idiot caught on fire
he yelled "I'M DYING"
"my LEG MY LEG. WHERE'S MY LEG??" screamed another idiot
and more idiots yelled for help as both the golems and the nether chicks army clashed in a fierce battle

the nether chick gave out a loud (yet kind of arousing *ahem*) battle cry
and then hits the ground the hammer, summoning her own gigantic golem
it arose from the ground, with every thundering step of this creature
more fiery golems went down
seems like a total win for the good guys
BUT WAIT
the powerful warlock summoned MORE golems BUT NOW there's an addition of GIANT sea turtles appearing from the nearby shore
(kinda like blastoise but without the gun)
the nether chick signaled one of her brutes to sound a horn a shiny looking horn

and CAME OUT ANOTHER ARMY COMPOSING OF ELITE TREE NINJAS AND TESLA TROOPERS and some fairy dragons or something..
aaaaaaaand

I HAVE TO WASH THE DISHES
later
this is actually a continuation of a response i made on my post
i got a bit carried away
this was waaay too long

mybibliophile 2011-07-01 16:28:47

most impressive xelion

xellon 2011-07-04 14:04:18

thank you thank you
i do my part for the community

mybibliophile 2011-07-07 12:41:13

the pressure was simply too much for me
and anyway im always telling stories

mybibliophile 2011-07-08 00:04:32

Once upon a time in a far away land there was a boy named Neil. No one much liked Neil, and no one ever knew exactly why they didn't like him. As a result Neil had few friends. He spent most of his day working in his second cousin's consignment shop, and the rest wandering aimlessly through the back alleys of the city where he lived. Sometimes Neil would stay out all night roaming the streets, and as long as he was on time for work no one cared. Even Neil's family wasn't particularly fond of him, perhaps sensing something slightly alien in his nature. His very appearance had caused a rift in his parent's marriage, his dark haired mother and father both being equally suprised by their blonde haired child. Neil's parents provided for him all he needed physically, but never made him feel loved or wanted. As a result when most young children had been playing and laughing and making friends Neil had been unable to connect with the other children. He instead spent many hours in an almost trance-like state which further isolated him from the community at large. Neil grew up completely unemotional, never experiencing love, hate, or even longing for all that he did not have in the way of human companionship. He found the unnecessary expenditure of energy for activities you or I would consider pleasureable to be completely pointless. Food too held no joy for him and he would eat only what he deemed necessary to survive. As he grew older he became tall and skeletal, with very little fat. Had it not been for his work he would have most likely chosen to simply fall into a trance from which he would never awaken. His mother became very depressed, mourning Neil as if he had already passed on and did not still live in her household. His father took to punishing for every minor infraction of the rules. As a result Neil's gaunt appearance gradually became bruised and scarred as well. Unable to see the logic in remaining in a household where one parent thought him dead and the other wished he were Neil left home one night. He continued to work in his cousin's store but due to his appearance and demeanor was sent to the back of the store where he would not upset the customers as greatly. Neil began to spend greater and greater amounts of time there, sleeping, eating, working, he saw no reason to leave the haven he had found.....To be continued...soonish...

mybibliophile 2011-07-08 23:07:34

maybe i'll add one episode to every new post you make...i dont really want to write it right now

xellon 2011-07-10 16:49:02

mybibliophile made me depressed
i'm not going to school tomorrow
i have decided

mybibliophile 2011-07-11 00:45:41

depending on if i ever decide to continue it or TA ever posts something new i might toss in some sort of fight scene or sex scene or something that isnt quite as depressing...however since i cant imagine neil fighting back successfully or managing to lose his virginity it would probably be depressing anyway.

Bantun 2011-07-14 19:00:34

War

Bantun 2011-07-16 14:09:49

The girl in that picture.

Bantun 2011-07-16 14:10:30

Sorry, I thought someone said scary story.

Bantun 2011-07-16 20:00:11

Story, coming right up...

Bantun 2011-07-16 21:02:56

The world is still. There is nothing to hear. My heartbeat and breath are like a knife piercing the placid calm. My eyes split the innocence of a land untouched. My presence is a plague haunting an already desolate land. But as forbidding as this place is, there's some higher power at work. There's more than meets the eye. There's something of great value here. I can feel it. I don't know what it is, but it's probably why I'm here. I know virtually nothing about this land. It seems the quickest way to get any gain any knowledge is to understand the geography of this land. I raced up the hill.
I am astounded. I had hoped to learn something about this place. But trees surround me. All of them are bent and broken; their bark stripped and their naked skins charred with black. Their shadows dance like fire upon the cold ground.
Realizing that I have no place to go, I set of in the direction I'm facing. I walk until the moonlight pierces the clouds and heat of the sun fades. I set up camp. I continue my trek the next day. It isn't long before the silence becomes too much to bear. My heartbeat drowns into the unheard screams of this hell. Every beat is like a bomb. My every breath is like a scream. I roll onto the floor and cover my ears. The forest is unending. Each tree resembles the previous.
But then a hum impales the dark. The palpitations fade. The gasp, each breathes resonating and echoing around the forest. I look up. A colossal citadel towers over me. I get up. I run up the steps and into the temple. The singularity of the land is broken. The temple is bathed in carving and sculptures. The wall is a sea of color. A shrine lies in the middle.
I run to the shrine. A key lies at its center. I grab it and make my way to the window. In the distance, another castle awaits. I turn to leave. But a man blocks my way. He speaks.
"If you wish to advance, you must face me."
He swings his ax.
I am unarmed and therefore at a disadvantage. But after a few successful dodges, I am able to grab the knife at his belt and cut him. He falls.
I leave. Circling around the citadel, I face my next peril. A desert. The castle is the prize. I continue my journey.
I don't make it far. A scorpion leaps from the sand and sinks its stinger into the ground I was standing upon. I leap away. A dozen others revel themselves.
I am surrounded.

To be continued (out of room)....

Bantun 2011-07-17 13:09:05

Nah, it started to suck at the end.

Bantun 2011-07-19 02:23:59

No, really.
It's eyetrash.
And mindpoop.

Bantun 2011-07-22 05:51:16

It was trash.
Not even good enough to be deleted.