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Post by Hyperion on Jan 6, 2008 19:06:01 GMT -5
You'll have to get used to the lack of posting.
DG's on a trip...
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Post by Little on Jan 6, 2008 19:13:08 GMT -5
d**n!  When will she be back? |
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Post by Hyperion on Jan 6, 2008 19:16:56 GMT -5
Next week...
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Post by Little on Jan 6, 2008 19:22:23 GMT -5
Ok.
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Post by Hyperion on Jan 6, 2008 19:30:57 GMT -5
Oh, and it seems as if you are creating a very interesting story in the Realms section. Could you pm me the basics, and I could pm you my story basics, so that they could sync up and not interfere?
That is, of course, if you want to....
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Post by Little on Jan 6, 2008 19:55:02 GMT -5
I'd really like them to intersect.
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Post by Hyperion on Jan 26, 2008 0:42:07 GMT -5
Nice story. I will see what I can do. I'm a bit busy in planning out my story. I will pm you it soon...
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Post by Little on Mar 28, 2008 0:24:50 GMT -5
I walked cautiously up to the glowing blue gash in thin air. I walked around it, found it was the same on the other side, just a random blue line. This was a find!One of the mysterious portals there was so much talk about in the village and I had found one in the forest! I decided to begin to step through, when something made of a hard metal struck me from the portal. I fell down, a slash of red pain blurring my vision with tears and blood. I felt a tooth slide down my throat, and I began to choke. I weakly sat up, coughing as blood and my tooth flew into my hand. I coughed weakly and saw blood splatter all over my dirty,brown clothes. Father was going to give me a lecture if I survived this! 'Clothes are expensive and so is food! Don't we give you both!' I could almost see him lecturing me,drifting back into irrelevance and blackness. What made me jerk back into action was a clearly human voice saying some garble I didn't understand. "something along the lines of: "Hogy f**k, Uce! It's ill live! Oot! Oot! 'E can't ve any scouts reporting back!" My head began to feel even more clear as the man finished. Then I felt a metal barrel shoved against my head. I looked,with great effort, up and saw a blurry figure in weird green clothing, holding a blurry, grey object towards me. That was the thing with the barrel poking me in the head was coming from. I relealized that the man wasn't blurry, everything was blurry. I felt vomit rising in my throat, and then a strange flash of heat... *** "Holy sh*t, Bruce! His Godd*n head is all over the place!" "Kyle, calm down. Byran knows what he's doing. He said to not let any native live. Let's just continue scouting, and in a few weeks, we'll find a place to set up camp. Whoever set these things up really didn't expect us, huh?" |
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Post by Little on Mar 29, 2008 20:07:46 GMT -5
A month later....
Bryan sat calmly at his desk. Outside his window, the compound was a blur of activity. The Jeeps had arrived and were being outfited in the garage, the sub was coming within the month, and he had about five hundred troops.
The prison was set up last week and it was starting to fill with the pathetic natives of the place. Some few strange creatures had been captured, two of them looked like something out of Lord of The Rings, and the other was locked down. The crazy thing was fed through a slot in the door, and the door was four feet thick.
He didn't like the thing. It made him uneasy.
He had ordered the destruction of three villages and a small town so far. The villages had been stormed, with the local guard mowed down with lead while they drew swords. The small town had been harder, but was overcome by sheer suprise. He guessed they didn't expect a small white block was able to low a massive setion of their wooden wall down. Half of the town guard had been killed in their beds, for Christ's sake.
He heard a small ping, and looked at his laptop. One of the first things the engineers had done was set up a wireless network. He clicked open the email and looked at the short message, swearing loudly as he pulled a Desert Eagle from a drawer in his desk.
The thing had escaped again, through four feet of steel.
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Bruce screamed: "Holy sh*t!" as the thing ran out of the prison, holding a blood covered sword. It was still wearing it's god-d**ned cloak, looking like some kind of unholy ghoul. A guard sprinted by him, raising his rifle and depressing the button marked GRENADE. A puff of smoke followed the RPG. Bruce watched in amazement as the thing dodged the grenade. It snarled and leaped at the guard, landing with a thud, Bruce wincing as he heard bones shattering. The guard screamed as his heard was drwan in the darkness of the cloak's hood. Bruce raised his machine-gun and fired.
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"F**k! F**k! F**k! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!?" Byran screamed with anger, sprinting to the door of the Office Building,holding his gun steadily. He kicked open the door to see a guard of his firing at the d**n thing, another guard having Christ only knows what to his head and a Jeep screeching out of the garage, the heavy machine-gun mounted on it's back firing.
Byran smiled as he fired three shots at the thing, which was still eating the guard's head. He heard all of them connect with a thud to the things chest. It dropped the guard, whose half-mangled head rolled off it's body. He stared at it wearily, and fired again.
The thing lunged as Byran yelled and ducked. The thing flew over him, sword nicking his back. He fell to the ground as the Jeep's gunner refocused his aim and pumped hundreds of shots into the thing. The blaring shots lasted for ten seconds as the thing crumpled. It began to stand up as it froze in a statue made of sand.
Byran sighed as he walked over to Medical, figuring he better see how bad the cut was.
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