David
I walk up the stairs and snatches of conversation flash by. The ceiling opens up into the heavens and I step onto the roof. A force-field surrounds the entire perimeter. Some guys are chucking rocks in the protesting mob at the front. Just another day. I let out a deep sigh and walked over to the edge opposite of them. Surprisingly, nobody is there. Usually, at least one protester finds their way back here, even through all the collapsed buildings.
I lean forward a bit, checking if nobody really is there, when there is movement in my periphery. Casually, I stand upright and look over in the direction of the movement. I continue turning my head to prevent suspicion and pretend to look into the distance while actually scanning through the building ruins. If I recall correctly, the map mentioned that it was a school.
My brain registers movement again. The lenses in my eyes home in on the location. The shadow of something crawls across the floor and creeps onto the wall. I crouch down, hoping that the shadow's owner will think that I'm typing my shoelaces. A cluster of hair is blown in front of my left eye as a breeze rolls across the roof. I brush it away before pushing a button on the side of my belt. The button opens and a stream of gray matter pours into my hand. It starts to assemble itself and seconds later, I am holding a silver bow with yellow patterns wrapping around it. Telling others will cause too much of a ruckus and alert the intruder so I whisper to my bow. It shivers and listens to my instructions.
"Energy projectiles, rapid fire. Button activation, use charging scheme."
There's a slight humming and the bow shakes as the interior mechanism shifts to my wanted settings. I position my index finger on the button above the bow's barrel exit and pull back the string with my right hand. The nearby air nearly crackles with energy as the projectiles are made and charged up. I rise but also try to keep the bow concealed from the perpetrator. At a fast but casual pace, I walk over to get a better view over the entire ruins, scanning the environment.
This building hasn't been breached since the time it was built. I’d prefer to keep it like that.
Elizabeth
I check the radar again. Fourteen guards. Two near the middle of the north wall. Five standing along the east. One at the south wall. Another descending into the building, and two are in medium proximity of him. Three guards at the west side. One of them is walking over to the northeast corner. Target, sixty-three meters away.
Ready…Set…This had better go as planned. Damn, I just jinxed it.
I ignore my superstition and stuff the radar into my jacket pocket. A second later, I burst out from my hiding spot with my sword at ready. I cross three meters and my hair swings out behind me. The first attack comes. I counter with my sword but the beam is too powerful and too fast for me to absorb it. After a second, I manage to deflect it and it goes flying into a building approximately twenty meters to the left of me. The structure gives a final protest and the floors smash into each other, taking turns at bashing out the windows and throwing out pieces of wood. The whole thing collapses into a heap of rock, wood, glass, and steel. A scorch mark stretches out from under it, seeming to grasp for sunlight.
I observe all that while continuing my sprint. I switch my attention over to the roof. The previously walking guard stands upright with his bow ready. Everybody else seems to be scrambling around and looking like fools. Which they are. The firing guard’s bow flashes three times and I dive forward. The three beams singe my jacket with their energy. Dirt explodes into the air. I continue the dive into a roll and then smoothly get back into my sprint. Thirty-seven meters left to cross.
Now or never.
I click my tongue three times and a whirling sound fills my ears. My boots start to suck in air. And then shoot it right out.
Dust is thrown up into the air with each step I take. And each step is faster and covers more distance. More beams fly through the air. My ears detect the difference in pitch and I stop a moment to block them with my sword. As expected, they are weaker and my sword wolfs them down. Fifteen meters to the targeted wall section and I withdraw a white blob, 3.35 inches in diameter, from my left jacket pocket. Ten meters away, and I dash it against the wall. It rips open and eight small green spheres fall out. Each is half of an inch in diameter. They flash red for a quick moment before exploding with an outburst of pure force. The wall tears open.
In my hesitation to let the explosion finish, the guard manages to hit me with a beam. It shears off an inch or so of my hair and my nose smells the singed ends. I can almost hear it crumble in the wind. I’m too far to go for a final dash so I slide to a stop. The guard fires some more beams and I deflect them back. The force-field absorbs them but he still flinches.
Good for you. Still have reflexes.
I run inside.
Chapter 2: A Signal for the Future
David
In the instant that it takes me to realize my mistake, the girl escapes through my fingers. I quickly look around the roof to see everything else is perfectly fine and we are not under a large scale attack. Still, everybody is scrambling to cower somewhere.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, people.
I stride to the middle of the roof while giving my bow new instructions. Rather quickly, I get a green flare up. To signify that Section 10Y.GN37 is breached. And that a containment unit is needed.
For the Creetures.
Elizabeth
I turn a corner and almost immediately, all thoughts stop. A corridor stretches ahead of me, seemingly endless. Doors are everywhere in the walls. They are never a good sign.
Superstition turns true this time and all the doors swing inward. The sound of snakes fills the air. I take a step back and brandish my sword at the soon-to-be-occupied corridor. It glows a bit and crackles from the energy taken in earlier.
The first one steps out. It’s facing straight at me with its frown.
David
I shout out directions so that there can be some order around here. Everybody is starting to recover. A few have their weapons out and are speaking into communication cards. Others are organizing the protesters. Looks like I’ve done my part. I turn and descend down the stairs while taking out my own special card. Red lines wrap crawl around it. After listening to me speak, some info pops up in a hologram in front of me.
Section 10Y.GN37, containing 134 Creetures, or rather Creepers. One abomination among four. The most monstrous and insane. Possible ways of closing off the wall as of now: None. I curse, walk down another set of stairs, and then start toward the back exit.
Elizabeth
They spill out and stand in organized lines. I unlatch a small box from my belt. It was supposed to be used later, but I have no choice now. This cubic centimeter of Dartter will determine my life. I throw it and it lands right in the center of the crowd. The sound of fabric ripping is followed with the Creepers being distorted. Painfully. They start to scream, a sound that one can only describe as…quiet, yet loud. A whisper yell, yet amplified to the power of a normal one. With the feeling of fear embodied into it. Legs are shoved back into bodies, heads are ripped apart, skin is sheered right off and that frown…the frowns are torn off their faces and thrown around. All of the frowns slam into the wall. Upside down.
The distortion stops and the cube falls from its suspended position. It clatters to the floor and I gingerly pick it up. Some bits of skin are on it. I scrape them off but they are not the source of this new smell in the air. No, it’s the cube’s fault.
This is the smell of insanity.
Chapter 3: Saluting the Circus
David
As I approach the exit, a giant force slams me into the wall. My teeth clash together and my cheek is caught between them. The taste of blood fills my mouth. I lean over and gag but manage to bring everything together before heaving. I lean against the wall for support when I hear a new sound.
Laughter.
It resounds throughout the building and fuses into a giant circus. Then it takes a turn for the worse. All laughs are cut off and everyone gasps for air.
And then all is silent.
Elizabeth
The cube emits a clacking sound and I’m thrown off my feet and toward a wall. I manage to stick my sword into the wall to stop my body’s movement and then brace my feet against the wall to stop my velocity. The sword glows a bit and then slices through the wall as it if was bread. Not too quick and not too slow. As I reach the floor, my feet slip on some Creeper blood and I hold onto the sword to avoid sprawling onto the dead remains. I quickly get up and pull the sword out. The hilt blinks with a faint blue light.
Dam. No more power.
I pick my way through the dead bodies and finally get clear of it all. A door lies at the end of the corridor and I kick it with all my might. It shakes but does not give way. I take a small knife from my belt and fit it into the side of the door. Moments later, and a small trail of smoke floats out and the door swings open. I walk out and leave the grins on the wall behind me.
David
The horror. The madness of it all. The bodies of my fellow soldiers are spread everywhere. Foam lies on all of their mouths and I can only stare in horror. This can only be either the girl or the Creepers. The girl’s limits are unknown and the Creepers…we know much too little about them to relax at night. I climb up the stairs again and shoot up a red flare.
The signal of death.
I walk to the front. The protesters are also dead.
Is anyone else alive?
There is movement behind me and I spin around with my bow loaded and ready to fire. Instead of an enemy, I find a soldier with his hand outstretched. He groans in pain and desperation. Hurriedly, I stride over and prop him up.
He speaks only with a great amount of effort.
“Sir…Captain…It was horrible…” I calmly, but firmly, ask him a question, not wanting to cause him stress.
“What was it, soldier? Was it the Creepers?” He contorts his face in frustration.
“No! It had nothing to do with the Creepers. It was emotion. Everything suddenly had this sort of sick humor to it…Sir…I think it may have been that project that the rebels were working on. The Dartter.” I am shocked by both his suggestion and the force in his voice.
“Dartter? Impossible. Our scientists proved it impossible!” The soldier’s face shows frustration again.
“Sir! Listen to me!” He grabs onto my coat collar with his hand. “It’s the only possible explanation! Captain…I’m going to die. Listen to me. You have to stop the rebels. They may have a good cause…but they might kill everybody with their methods. Stop them.” His hand slips off my coat so slowly, I wonder if time itself has slowed. It falls onto his lap and I stand up.
“Alright soldier. Rest in peace.” I give him one last salute and set off.
To Section 10Y.GN37 it is.
Chapter 4: The Aftermath
Elizabeth
Scientists and guards lie all around the floor, dead. Extremely thin layers of bloody foam surround the bodies.
The Dartter…Frightening. To kill eleven grown men while they stand in the same room…Perhaps it is too powerful?
I am trying to see a path through the mass of death when something grabs my right ankle. My other foot immediately seeks out to stomp it, sure that the Dartter has somehow come out of the box on its own. Instead, I see a human hand, and I just manage to stop myself to smashing it to the floor.
“Help…Please…” The scientist tries to grab higher and an image from my past flashes before my eyes. I violently shake him off and walk back.
Right into the arms of two guards.
I immediately notice the insanity inside of them. The guard that isn’t holding me has eyes that are diluted, unclear, cloudy, blurred, simply…unfocused on life. Behind the white covering, his pupils are those of an animal. From my captor, his breath crawls across my hair, neck and face, hot and humid as a summer day and stinking of raw meat. I dread that it might be from real meat, and not just the Dartter. And yet, some part of them still remains. Perhaps it is just my mind, but I can hear a small voice crying for mercy, for release.
I am left no time to ponder that, however, as the guard pushes me against a wall. The same image from earlier flashes again, staying longer this time. I struggle but these guards must have been hired for brawn. I can’t even move a few inches. I can’t risk the Dartter, not at this close proximity, not again, I will never use it ever again. But the problem still stares me in the face.
Suddenly, the guard holding me is knocked aside, his grip loosened for a second. I slip out but am not able to escape a blow to the head. My vision darkens incredibly and I see stars. I have to use all my willpower to click my tongue two times. My boots start to whirl, but with a different pitch than previously. Slumped against the wall, I see the guard getting back and roaring at…the other guard. At this point, they abandon all humanity and begin to ram their heads together, making loud thumps echo into the other room, with a hint of crunching bones beneath.
An extremely faint beeping tells me that my boots are ready. Fear strikes into my heart though, as the now bloodied guards slowly turn to face me. I raise my right foot and aim the bottom at the one who grabbed me. A click of the tongue later, my leg feels like I ran twenty miles and there’s a mildly sized hole in the guard’s chest. Steam sizzles around the outskirts of the hole. The other guard rushes at me and I bring up my left leg, still dazzled by the blow to my head. It takes out his left knee and he falls a few feet short of me. I sigh in relief.
Then shriek as he begins to crawl toward me. I try to scoot away but my legs refuse to cooperate. Throwing away all logic, I awkwardly draw my sword and start trying to stab him, to stop him. He continues to crawl, seemingly unaware of his newly inflicted wounds. I shriek and then scream from help.
Scream for help in this forsaken building. The guard seems to defy reality itself, dragging himself onto me, even with all the blood he’s lost, his head injuries, everything. I freeze up and my sword clatters to the floor. The guard get’s up right into my face and whispers, the stench of his breath overwhelming, right in my face.
“You shouldn’t use us so freely, you know. It’s no fun in these fragile bodies.” He licks my cheek once, taking his time, going so agonizingly slowly, and then drops dead onto my torso. I push him off immediately, draw myself into a ball and sob to myself.
First glance: Boring
After actually reading it: Epic. Truly and utterly epic.
But I noticed something.... It's not past tense! And you spelled creatures wrong! This story is automatically horrible.
(Hope you realize that the last sentence wasnt meant to be taken literally..... If you did take it literally, then.....)
Rating:
Second highest it can be. Yay for you.
First glance: Boring
After actually reading it: Epic. Truly and utterly epic.
But I noticed something.... It's not past tense! And you spelled creatures wrong! This story is automatically horrible.
(Hope you realize that the last sentence wasnt meant to be taken literally..... If you did take it literally, then.....)
Rating:
Second highest it can be. Yay for you.
This is a repost of epic proportions. :biggrin.gif:
YES!
I"M FREE! PARENTAL CONTROLS NO LONGER BIND ME TO A TABLE!
But seriously, my dad's an idiot who doesn't know about single-user mode, or the commands:
mount -uw /
rm /var/db/.AppleSetupDone
shutdown -h now
In the end, that...
Deletes the file that says your mac has been setup for the first time. And then, it runs through the process again, and as long as you don't say you want to import data from another mac, then you're actually just adding a new Admin account.
Also, I posted those commands for anyone who wants to use them, or perhaps because I want easy access.... :tongue.gif:
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Retired StaffTable Of Contents
Chapter 1 - The Dove and The Ruins
Chapter 2 - A Signal For The Future
Chapter 3 - Saluting the Circus
Chapter 4 - The Aftermath
David
I walk up the stairs and snatches of conversation flash by. The ceiling opens up into the heavens and I step onto the roof. A force-field surrounds the entire perimeter. Some guys are chucking rocks in the protesting mob at the front. Just another day. I let out a deep sigh and walked over to the edge opposite of them. Surprisingly, nobody is there. Usually, at least one protester finds their way back here, even through all the collapsed buildings.
I lean forward a bit, checking if nobody really is there, when there is movement in my periphery. Casually, I stand upright and look over in the direction of the movement. I continue turning my head to prevent suspicion and pretend to look into the distance while actually scanning through the building ruins. If I recall correctly, the map mentioned that it was a school.
My brain registers movement again. The lenses in my eyes home in on the location. The shadow of something crawls across the floor and creeps onto the wall. I crouch down, hoping that the shadow's owner will think that I'm typing my shoelaces. A cluster of hair is blown in front of my left eye as a breeze rolls across the roof. I brush it away before pushing a button on the side of my belt. The button opens and a stream of gray matter pours into my hand. It starts to assemble itself and seconds later, I am holding a silver bow with yellow patterns wrapping around it. Telling others will cause too much of a ruckus and alert the intruder so I whisper to my bow. It shivers and listens to my instructions.
"Energy projectiles, rapid fire. Button activation, use charging scheme."
There's a slight humming and the bow shakes as the interior mechanism shifts to my wanted settings. I position my index finger on the button above the bow's barrel exit and pull back the string with my right hand. The nearby air nearly crackles with energy as the projectiles are made and charged up. I rise but also try to keep the bow concealed from the perpetrator. At a fast but casual pace, I walk over to get a better view over the entire ruins, scanning the environment.
This building hasn't been breached since the time it was built. I’d prefer to keep it like that.
Elizabeth
I check the radar again. Fourteen guards. Two near the middle of the north wall. Five standing along the east. One at the south wall. Another descending into the building, and two are in medium proximity of him. Three guards at the west side. One of them is walking over to the northeast corner. Target, sixty-three meters away.
Ready…Set…This had better go as planned. Damn, I just jinxed it.
I ignore my superstition and stuff the radar into my jacket pocket. A second later, I burst out from my hiding spot with my sword at ready. I cross three meters and my hair swings out behind me. The first attack comes. I counter with my sword but the beam is too powerful and too fast for me to absorb it. After a second, I manage to deflect it and it goes flying into a building approximately twenty meters to the left of me. The structure gives a final protest and the floors smash into each other, taking turns at bashing out the windows and throwing out pieces of wood. The whole thing collapses into a heap of rock, wood, glass, and steel. A scorch mark stretches out from under it, seeming to grasp for sunlight.
I observe all that while continuing my sprint. I switch my attention over to the roof. The previously walking guard stands upright with his bow ready. Everybody else seems to be scrambling around and looking like fools. Which they are. The firing guard’s bow flashes three times and I dive forward. The three beams singe my jacket with their energy. Dirt explodes into the air. I continue the dive into a roll and then smoothly get back into my sprint. Thirty-seven meters left to cross.
Now or never.
I click my tongue three times and a whirling sound fills my ears. My boots start to suck in air. And then shoot it right out.
Dust is thrown up into the air with each step I take. And each step is faster and covers more distance. More beams fly through the air. My ears detect the difference in pitch and I stop a moment to block them with my sword. As expected, they are weaker and my sword wolfs them down. Fifteen meters to the targeted wall section and I withdraw a white blob, 3.35 inches in diameter, from my left jacket pocket. Ten meters away, and I dash it against the wall. It rips open and eight small green spheres fall out. Each is half of an inch in diameter. They flash red for a quick moment before exploding with an outburst of pure force. The wall tears open.
In my hesitation to let the explosion finish, the guard manages to hit me with a beam. It shears off an inch or so of my hair and my nose smells the singed ends. I can almost hear it crumble in the wind. I’m too far to go for a final dash so I slide to a stop. The guard fires some more beams and I deflect them back. The force-field absorbs them but he still flinches.
Good for you. Still have reflexes.
I run inside.
David
In the instant that it takes me to realize my mistake, the girl escapes through my fingers. I quickly look around the roof to see everything else is perfectly fine and we are not under a large scale attack. Still, everybody is scrambling to cower somewhere.
Stupid, stupid, stupid, people.
I stride to the middle of the roof while giving my bow new instructions. Rather quickly, I get a green flare up. To signify that Section 10Y.GN37 is breached. And that a containment unit is needed.
For the Creetures.
Elizabeth
I turn a corner and almost immediately, all thoughts stop. A corridor stretches ahead of me, seemingly endless. Doors are everywhere in the walls. They are never a good sign.
Superstition turns true this time and all the doors swing inward. The sound of snakes fills the air. I take a step back and brandish my sword at the soon-to-be-occupied corridor. It glows a bit and crackles from the energy taken in earlier.
The first one steps out. It’s facing straight at me with its frown.
David
I shout out directions so that there can be some order around here. Everybody is starting to recover. A few have their weapons out and are speaking into communication cards. Others are organizing the protesters. Looks like I’ve done my part. I turn and descend down the stairs while taking out my own special card. Red lines wrap crawl around it. After listening to me speak, some info pops up in a hologram in front of me.
Section 10Y.GN37, containing 134 Creetures, or rather Creepers. One abomination among four. The most monstrous and insane. Possible ways of closing off the wall as of now: None. I curse, walk down another set of stairs, and then start toward the back exit.
Elizabeth
They spill out and stand in organized lines. I unlatch a small box from my belt. It was supposed to be used later, but I have no choice now. This cubic centimeter of Dartter will determine my life. I throw it and it lands right in the center of the crowd. The sound of fabric ripping is followed with the Creepers being distorted. Painfully. They start to scream, a sound that one can only describe as…quiet, yet loud. A whisper yell, yet amplified to the power of a normal one. With the feeling of fear embodied into it. Legs are shoved back into bodies, heads are ripped apart, skin is sheered right off and that frown…the frowns are torn off their faces and thrown around. All of the frowns slam into the wall. Upside down.
The distortion stops and the cube falls from its suspended position. It clatters to the floor and I gingerly pick it up. Some bits of skin are on it. I scrape them off but they are not the source of this new smell in the air. No, it’s the cube’s fault.
This is the smell of insanity.
David
As I approach the exit, a giant force slams me into the wall. My teeth clash together and my cheek is caught between them. The taste of blood fills my mouth. I lean over and gag but manage to bring everything together before heaving. I lean against the wall for support when I hear a new sound.
Laughter.
It resounds throughout the building and fuses into a giant circus. Then it takes a turn for the worse. All laughs are cut off and everyone gasps for air.
And then all is silent.
Elizabeth
The cube emits a clacking sound and I’m thrown off my feet and toward a wall. I manage to stick my sword into the wall to stop my body’s movement and then brace my feet against the wall to stop my velocity. The sword glows a bit and then slices through the wall as it if was bread. Not too quick and not too slow. As I reach the floor, my feet slip on some Creeper blood and I hold onto the sword to avoid sprawling onto the dead remains. I quickly get up and pull the sword out. The hilt blinks with a faint blue light.
Dam. No more power.
I pick my way through the dead bodies and finally get clear of it all. A door lies at the end of the corridor and I kick it with all my might. It shakes but does not give way. I take a small knife from my belt and fit it into the side of the door. Moments later, and a small trail of smoke floats out and the door swings open. I walk out and leave the grins on the wall behind me.
David
The horror. The madness of it all. The bodies of my fellow soldiers are spread everywhere. Foam lies on all of their mouths and I can only stare in horror. This can only be either the girl or the Creepers. The girl’s limits are unknown and the Creepers…we know much too little about them to relax at night. I climb up the stairs again and shoot up a red flare.
The signal of death.
I walk to the front. The protesters are also dead.
Is anyone else alive?
There is movement behind me and I spin around with my bow loaded and ready to fire. Instead of an enemy, I find a soldier with his hand outstretched. He groans in pain and desperation. Hurriedly, I stride over and prop him up.
He speaks only with a great amount of effort.
“Sir…Captain…It was horrible…” I calmly, but firmly, ask him a question, not wanting to cause him stress.
“What was it, soldier? Was it the Creepers?” He contorts his face in frustration.
“No! It had nothing to do with the Creepers. It was emotion. Everything suddenly had this sort of sick humor to it…Sir…I think it may have been that project that the rebels were working on. The Dartter.” I am shocked by both his suggestion and the force in his voice.
“Dartter? Impossible. Our scientists proved it impossible!” The soldier’s face shows frustration again.
“Sir! Listen to me!” He grabs onto my coat collar with his hand. “It’s the only possible explanation! Captain…I’m going to die. Listen to me. You have to stop the rebels. They may have a good cause…but they might kill everybody with their methods. Stop them.” His hand slips off my coat so slowly, I wonder if time itself has slowed. It falls onto his lap and I stand up.
“Alright soldier. Rest in peace.” I give him one last salute and set off.
To Section 10Y.GN37 it is.
Elizabeth
Scientists and guards lie all around the floor, dead. Extremely thin layers of bloody foam surround the bodies.
The Dartter…Frightening. To kill eleven grown men while they stand in the same room…Perhaps it is too powerful?
I am trying to see a path through the mass of death when something grabs my right ankle. My other foot immediately seeks out to stomp it, sure that the Dartter has somehow come out of the box on its own. Instead, I see a human hand, and I just manage to stop myself to smashing it to the floor.
“Help…Please…” The scientist tries to grab higher and an image from my past flashes before my eyes. I violently shake him off and walk back.
Right into the arms of two guards.
I immediately notice the insanity inside of them. The guard that isn’t holding me has eyes that are diluted, unclear, cloudy, blurred, simply…unfocused on life. Behind the white covering, his pupils are those of an animal. From my captor, his breath crawls across my hair, neck and face, hot and humid as a summer day and stinking of raw meat. I dread that it might be from real meat, and not just the Dartter. And yet, some part of them still remains. Perhaps it is just my mind, but I can hear a small voice crying for mercy, for release.
I am left no time to ponder that, however, as the guard pushes me against a wall. The same image from earlier flashes again, staying longer this time. I struggle but these guards must have been hired for brawn. I can’t even move a few inches. I can’t risk the Dartter, not at this close proximity, not again, I will never use it ever again. But the problem still stares me in the face.
Suddenly, the guard holding me is knocked aside, his grip loosened for a second. I slip out but am not able to escape a blow to the head. My vision darkens incredibly and I see stars. I have to use all my willpower to click my tongue two times. My boots start to whirl, but with a different pitch than previously. Slumped against the wall, I see the guard getting back and roaring at…the other guard. At this point, they abandon all humanity and begin to ram their heads together, making loud thumps echo into the other room, with a hint of crunching bones beneath.
An extremely faint beeping tells me that my boots are ready. Fear strikes into my heart though, as the now bloodied guards slowly turn to face me. I raise my right foot and aim the bottom at the one who grabbed me. A click of the tongue later, my leg feels like I ran twenty miles and there’s a mildly sized hole in the guard’s chest. Steam sizzles around the outskirts of the hole. The other guard rushes at me and I bring up my left leg, still dazzled by the blow to my head. It takes out his left knee and he falls a few feet short of me. I sigh in relief.
Then shriek as he begins to crawl toward me. I try to scoot away but my legs refuse to cooperate. Throwing away all logic, I awkwardly draw my sword and start trying to stab him, to stop him. He continues to crawl, seemingly unaware of his newly inflicted wounds. I shriek and then scream from help.
Scream for help in this forsaken building. The guard seems to defy reality itself, dragging himself onto me, even with all the blood he’s lost, his head injuries, everything. I freeze up and my sword clatters to the floor. The guard get’s up right into my face and whispers, the stench of his breath overwhelming, right in my face.
“You shouldn’t use us so freely, you know. It’s no fun in these fragile bodies.” He licks my cheek once, taking his time, going so agonizingly slowly, and then drops dead onto my torso. I push him off immediately, draw myself into a ball and sob to myself.
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I'm wrote a story. You should read it.
100 Days to Mine
Already read it? Try the sequel,
Vagrants of the Mine
Finished that? Check the next one,
Resurrection of the Mine
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LOL. :biggrin.gif:
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Retired StaffIt's on. FLAME WAR ON MY COMPILATION THREADZ.
After actually reading it: Epic. Truly and utterly epic.
But I noticed something.... It's not past tense! And you spelled creatures wrong! This story is automatically horrible.
(Hope you realize that the last sentence wasnt meant to be taken literally..... If you did take it literally, then.....)
Rating:
Second highest it can be. Yay for you.
Jesonomi, you got burned, man, burned, BURNED!
PS: Tedster, mah homie-geek, go check out the story in mah sig, yo dawg!
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Retired StaffOh my! A pig!
Thanks. :happy.gif:
Cyber, you stealin mah fanz. D:<
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Retired StaffSeriously, I'm kinda disheartened.
I'm wrote a story. You should read it.
100 Days to Mine
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Vagrants of the Mine
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