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Writer's Guild / QAI's end
« on: October 16, 2011, 05:23:39 PM »
High in the Andean Alps, a tribe of peaceful shepherds once happened upon an ancient obelisk, etched all over with spine-chilling symbols. Strange things happened around this dark structure: cattle and horses would avoid it, bleating as though in pain when approaching it; men experienced a placeless dread, and, if enough time is spent by the obelisk, the dread boiled over into maddening rage. The shepherds would worship this obelisk and it would feed on their positive emotion, growing more voracious by the day. In a few years, when its fruit did ripen, the thousand-year stone would crack and release upon the world the demon known as Abodahon.

He stood ten feet tall, crowned with a flowing mane of white hair. Into his naked chest was carved a single pentagram. His hands of steel, bearing countless inscriptions in demontongue and gems the colour of fresh blood, were ready to throttle the soulless hell-machines of QAI, Quantum Artificial Intelligence - the awful child of mankind's pride.

Leaving QAI's human slaves dead and its machines broken in his rain-filled footsteps, the demon erased city after city in rage. After Production City G56 was reduced to a million graves, QAI finally noticed the golemesque abomination, and sent a sizeable part of its army after it. The army could do nothing to stop Abodahon's scrolls of blackened magic, but they held him in place for long enough for QAI to aim the High Orbit Nullifier at the demon's general location.

The Nullifier struck like ten thousand lightnings all at once. A white pillar of purifying fire turned earth to glass a hundred kilometers in every direction. QAI's sentries watched as Mother Earth tore its hellish womb open and swallowed what was left of Abodahon - a maimed carcass split in half by the sheer force of the device. All would be quiet for another twenty years.

In a parallel universe, a young ambitious necromancer calling himself Kronos proved to be a nuisance to the nearby farmers. They would tolerate the occasional half-rotted cow shambling out of his cave and then stinking up the villages, but the joke was taken too far when the farmers' decades-old grandmothers started showing up at their doorsteps. Armed with torches and spears, the villagers besieged Kronos' foul cave, forcing him on the run and out of the farmlands. But not before he invoked a plague of locusts upon their fields as a going-away present.

Struggling to survive, Kronos was lucky when he found another cave entrance. In a domino of fortunate events, he discovered that the cave was, in fact, an ancient burial ground guarded by the living dead. Being hailed as their master, he strode into the cave as if he owned the place, and soon found the single most life-changing item in his life: the eldritch lore, the book with pages made of skin, the tome of the damned, the masterpiece of Mad Arab Abdul Alhazred -- the forbidden Necronomicon.

The plasmatic verse scabbed over the ancient flesh with a mixture of both ink and blood would surely drive a simple man mad with but a glimpse, but Kronos learned its dark secrets gradually and carefully. It were only a decade before he was able to raise entire cemeteries at a distance of many miles. His empire of evil grew, swallowing lesser tribes and kingdoms whole. And yet, despite having crushed most of his world's human population, the same restraint that allowed him to read the Necronomicon without losing his mind made sure that the power did not get to his head. But there soon came a moment when the leather-bound archive of black magic could teach him nothing more. Now an insatiable thirst for more power chipped away at his sanity, and the vile necromantic rituals performed over the years drained his body of colour and vitality.

Perhaps that is why, when one day he found a note scrawled in blood affixed to one of the many bones on his Skull Throne, instead of investigating, he heeded its advice without reservation. The note spoke to him of untold power and unspeakable destruction, along with instructions on how to achieve it. So, in one day, he rounded up ten thousand virgins from all across his lands, tattooed their flesh black in daemonic names, and ordered his priests to set the sacrificial blades in motion.

The virgin blood boiled as Kronos stepped his desiccated foot into it and contorted in waves as he waded further to the centre of the cistern. Upon fully submerging the necromancer, the blood vaporized in a flare, leaving the cavern in a dazed silence. Only a single silhouette walked through the evanescent mist.

He was twelve-feet tall; skeletal and leather-bound wings spread outwards making the figure even larger than his already huge stature made him. His left arm was metallic, with inset gems the colour of fresh blood, and his white hair reached down to his shoulders. A metal crown with two uneven horns rested upon his head.

"WE ARE BECOME ABODOS!", he bellowed. "BRINGER OF DEATH, DESTROYER OF LIFE!"

His wings tearing the air apart, he smashed through the top of the cavern and erupted from the mountaintop in which the cavern sat. But the world was no longer his own: brown splotches of villages became great metal spires stretching out of the sky; beasts and men were replaced by stone which spoke and moved; great birds of iron zoomed through the clouds, and Abodos knew that somewhere even beyond the clouds and the blueness of the skies, a mechanical eye was trained on him and watching his every move.

In that very moment, a wind of lead blew, bullets thirsting to pierce his daemonic hide. Feeble human slaves operated scorching rays of blood and diamond which carved channels into his skin. The metal birds screeched through the sky, unleashing burning wasps which buzzed right at him and turned into raging fireballs when they reached him. And amidst this howling chaos, a thundering voice resounded through the air, booming and shivering with might: "Submit to the authority of QAI or be nullified."

And he became aware then that although he was in Abodahon's world, he was no longer Kronos nor Abodahon; he was something much more.

Legs like colossal pillars threw him into the sky, piercing him through one of QAI's metal birds. Whirring shells sliced the air around him, and flak shrapnel eviscerated his wings - only for them to grow back a moment later. A tentacle that was as if made of rising water snatched him out of the sky, throwing him downward. Just as what was once Kronos lusted for power, QAI lusted for information - and it had to take a closer look.

A giant machine which seemed less a coherent being and more a swarming hive of metal tendrils ambushed him from a metal cave and attacked him, trying to hold him; its super-sensitive measuring devices scanned every inch of the demon. But in mere instants, he broke free of the mechanoid's grasp, and roared into the sky, shaking the very clouds.

Right away, thousands of QAI's enslaved human warriors keeled over, dropping their weapons. Their bones crunched and moved by their own volition inside their still conscious bodies. Twisting masses of sinew and skin, their very skeletons transformed them from the inside, weaving living flesh into grotesque abominations. Like locusts, they arose into the sky, suffocating daylight from the doomed earth beneath. Some grew around their weapons, and those which manned turrets now churned their metal and took the large-calibre weapons with them, firing at the concrete sepulchres around them. Only a small swarm of abominations was required to tear apart the tendril-bot. But not before the dying mechanism relayed its gathered information to the watchful eye in the sky.

Once again, Abodos rose into the air, spearheading the hellborne army behind him. In minutes, he flew over one of the machine cities, where heartless robots force-bred humans to make more slaves which would not drain the power grid. He bellowed in the sky, and the buildings shattered and cracked as abominations seeped and poured out of the newly made holes, joining his swarm. Automated chaingun turrets vomited fire and lead at the sky, only to be torn into ribbons in moments. From hundreds of miles away, from the sky, different machines threw beams of burning light at his flock, but they too only lasted while outside his reach.

Travelling seven days, the brood of abominations erased all in its path and grew as it did, whether it be machines or humans. Corrupted guns drew blood; jury-rigged high-power lasers ignited oil and gasoline. But in the early morning of the eighth day, Abodos witnessed something else he has never seen: a vertical machine-city, extending into the sky like a needle. Lightnings jumped from electrode to electrode, each the size of an elephant; waves of heat so intense that birds cooked mid-flight rippled through the air from enormous radiators. And at the very top, almost out of eye's reach, were three letters: QAI.

But just as he was about to direct his night-children to tear apart the machine's mind, he sensed a movement. Far in the sky, from that elusive eye spying his rampage; the smallest of glimmers at first, but then a streaking white line, like a tear-drop from the gods. The line grew longer and its head grew into a small dot, then larger, then larger still until it was the size of a coin. And just as he realized that it was a falling object, the object smashed into the vast field between himself and the city of machines, knocking abominations out of the sky and making him reel and shield his eyes from the flying debris.

From the rubble and smoke walked out a contraption Satan himself would see only in a traumatic nightmare. Standing on four spider-like legs, it was twice the size of Abodos. Its trunk was wider at the top and tapered forward, making it look similar to a bear about to leap at an unsuspecting target, and four robotic tentacles writhed around its midsection. From its head radiated long spikes in a crown-like fashion, circling a large glowing glass eye that watched him for so long. Unlike all other machines, which were gray and white, this one was black and red. Abodos could only smile in anticipation as he waved his metal hand forward.

The swarm of abominations fell towards the machine, screaming like rabid animals, wind whistling through jutting-out bones. Lasers and guns were fired, spikes and scythes were homed in on the robotic guardian in front of them. Their numbers blocked out the sun. But the Guardian was ready.

It tilted its crowned head forward, so that it looked like a spread-open hand anticipating the abominations. Lightnings licked the rays of the crown, and it began rotating, faster and faster. A high-pitched whine filled the air from inside of the machine signifying capacitors being charged and power matrices adjusting their calculations. The crown spun now so fast that it seemed only a blur, lit alight with lightnings. The Guardian bent its legs, as if preparing for a jump, then suddenly straightened them out.

At that precise moment, the crown stopped to a dead stand-still, and the lightnings surged forward at the undead torrent of abominations. Like a filter, it expanded into a cloud of electrified gas, and swept through the flock's ranks. The air filled with the smell and sound of sizzling flesh, and abominations rained from the sky. Abodos, taken by surprise, became engulfed in the electrical cloud, and blown backwards, carried along with the burning wave of destruction until it finally dissipated many kilometers in the sky.

Stripped of his army and wounded, the demon roared in pain and threw himself down at the Guardian, gauntlet aimed right at it. But the machine was quicker: it intercepted him with one of its tentacles and threw him into the ground, using his own power against him. When the demon attempted to right himself, the machine charged another devastating attack and unleashed the cerulean wave just as Abodos straightened out. The wave caught him at his back, knocking him over and dragging him along the ground for ten kilometers. As soon as it stopped, the Guardian landed right next to him, its portable rocket engines flickering and dying out.

With great effort, the demon stood up again. His body was striped with long scars and massive burns smoked with charred skin. Blood stained his torn ceremonial robe. Through the tear, the robot scanned a body that was not one, but two; the left side was pale and wiry, and the right side was mighty and decorated with half a pentagram. A huge stitch right down from the neck joined the two halves. The demon's head dropped forward, and his hair obscured his eyes. Moments later, his gauntlet got far too heavy for him, and he dropped on his knees, then fell forward.

The Guardian approached cautiously, but when it was only meters away, raygun aimed at Abodos' head, the demon suddenly rose his fists and smashed them on the ground, making it tremble. His great body rose up, bent forward and slouching, like a gorilla. The cooked abominations moved as if by magnetism towards Abodos, coalescing into a fleshy mass around him. The mass boiled and squirmed, some awful transmogrification taking place inside. It quickly swelled in size and stretched like a leather egg. The Guardian's raygun had no effect on its tough hide, so the machine fired its rocket engines and landed several kilometers back, preparing its engine of destruction for another electric assault.

After swelling to the size of a large mansion, the egg finally burst from the top, vile liquid surging forward. The creature inside - lean like a lion, muscular like a bear, and with a head like a coyote, but with a boar's tusks - crawled out, then got up on its four legs and shook off the remaining slime. Abodos' second form was covered with both brown fur and diamond-hard scales, and its name was Kronodahon.

The savage horror pounded its front legs on the ground like a bull, and charged with a rumbling growl. But the Guardian anticipated this, and was already charging its crown with impatient lightning, humming and whirring. As the beast was only a kilometer away from it, it unleashed the potent devastation in a single concentrated orb, straight at Kronodahon. The charging demon was too huge to dodge the attack, and so the ball of light met the creature head-on. But the beast rammed right through it, the electric flows trickling down the sides of its belly. The Guardian immediately released its rocket engines, but it couldn't get high enough fast enough - Kronodahon leaped into the air and smashed over the hapless robot, immediately tearing its titanium gut open, triggering fountains of oil and sparks which violently interacted with each other, letting loose a roaring inferno. The heat set fire to the beast's fur and melted its scales, revealing skin scratched with glowing wards, which flickered off one by one. The hungry fire melted the beast's tough hide, and streams of fat flowed down and mixed with the oil, igniting and feeding the chain reaction. Eventually, Abodos' animalistic outer shell completely withered away, leaving only the winged demon behind. By that time, the flames calmed and died out, leaving only little bonfires whispering at the wind around crackling electrical parts.

Abodos tore the Guardian's head-section off, which still zapped and crackled. Even though it was only a machine, he could see a millennium of hatred, torment and frustration in its whiteless eye. The crown cracked, some mechanisms grinded within it, and the Guardian stated to charge one final attack. And then, at the same time, something happened to the sky again.

It was as if a hunter was gutting his prey. The blue of the sky parted in half, revealing a starry blackness. Tearing the hole in the shape of a giant eye, the light in the centre was its pupil, growing and brightening. At first, Abodos thought it to be the Guardian's twin, but then something made him realize: this was no machine. In fact, the High Orbit Great Burning Nullifier turned its eye of destruction right at him.

As the pillar of purity rushed towards the ground, the Guardian continued to pour power into its main cannon, going into critical over-charge. When Abodos saw this, he tore the Guardian's eye off and thrust it at the sky as it released its wave of killing static.

The two powers clashed in mid-air, creating an explosion that swept the clouds off the sky. But the black scar healed, and the Nullifier began its weeks-long cycle of recharging. By this time it was old technology, and its colossal power output was matched exactly by the Guardian's desperation strike. Abodos stood amidst the destruction, badly wounded but full of strength, and he looked up at the gleaming tower labeled QAI in the sky.

"You may now provide reasons for your continued existence," the machine's voice resounded through the air. Abodos said nothing, and lifted his metal gauntlet into the air.

"Your attack cannot succeed, creature. My hull is impenetrable. My armies are inexhaustible." Abodos extended his begauntleted arm in front of him, holding it with his other hand as it began to vibrate and little wisps of black energy trailed off its surface like smoke.

"Because there is no chance of success for you and it is only a matter of time until my armies reach this place, perhaps we could negotiate a cease-fire." The heavy gauntlet trembled and glowed with power, and the air around it shimmered as if over a hot rock on a summer day.

"My machines have finished fencing off an area for you. It has plenty of grazing-ground for a lifeform like you. I even threw some people in because of my boundless generosity." Abodos lowered the gauntlet, and began walking towards the building with a scowl on his face.

"You are walking in the wrong direction, lifeform. The reservation is behind you, not in front. Just go there and we'll live in peace. We won't have to try to kill each other or even talk if we don't feel like it." Abodos increased his speed, breaking into a run first, then spreading his wings and soaring high into the sky.

"CEASE YOUR ATTACK, CREATURE. DO NOT MAKE ME WISH TO PROLONG YOUR INEVITABLE DEATH." After reaching a critical height, the demon sharply turned downward, and cast himself towards the gleaming tower far on the ground. A vortex of wind formed around him, and his gauntlet, extended in front of him, heated to become red-hot. Abodos roared in anticipation, his speed continuing to increase.

"YOU WILL REGRET THI--"

When the blow connected with the endless walls of QAI's cranium, the Dark God of Balance In The Multiverse had no choice but to channel the excess destructive power sideways, completely wiping out two adjacent universes. The metal shell liquefied, then turned to vapour the next moment, and then simply blinked out of existence. The continent on which it was housed now boasted a massive crater in its centre. Seismic shockwaves rippled through the planet and rode around it five times over. Men's heads exploded and machines' circuits shorted out in a thousand-mile radius. The QAI was no more.

And although men cheered when they saw their electric overlords crumble and the walls around them fall from the destructive earthquake, it was only in a few moments that they saw the great shadow standing before them, blocking out the sun -- the great shadow with spread wings like an ancient, desiccated bat, its red eyes narrowed in glee for the upcoming feast and reign of blackness.

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Writer's Guild / Re: The Wanderer's Tales
« on: November 25, 2009, 02:03:38 PM »
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Since I know [inert random bit of information] something will make sense, but if it never gets into the story then nobody else learns it and for them it doesn't.

Ernest Hemingway, Iceberg Theory.

Don't let the reader know. Write around the [random bit of information]. In other words, don't write that, say, a revolution had taken place. Instead, have your characters remark that this crater has been here ever since the second year of the revolution. With one sentence, you're already giving the reader so much information: there was a revolution, it was violent, there were explosives or artillery used, it lasted at least two years, the area your character is passing has once been a battlefield... etc.

In fact, you don't even need to do this: the more subtle you are, the better. Don't tell the reader anything, just write, write, write, and eventually, you'll have enough bits and pieces there to put together a whole history. Doing this, you leave room for interpretation; and is interpretation not the chief advantage of writing over watching a TV movie? Bluntly telling the reader something kind of defeats the suspense, and every story is better with suspense.

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Writer's Guild / Re: The Wanderer's Tales
« on: November 20, 2009, 10:47:31 AM »
I don't know why you don't want to just post them on the forums. The Writing Guild, as the name implies, is intended for that sort of thing. And seeing how people haven't been complaining about the garbage I spew in here, I don't see how posting your stories would be "clogging" the forums up.

Best of luck with your writing.

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Writer's Guild / Re: Untitled
« on: November 18, 2009, 03:55:04 PM »
Jan 25 is a mystery. ^_^

Also, what did you mean by "Wrong, too"?

I waited a very long time for Sub6. Half a year hardly seems like a fair amount of time to wait. :P

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Writer's Guild / Untitled
« on: November 18, 2009, 03:34:25 PM »
I hate calling a story "untitled" because it seems pretentious, but I'm still drawing a blank on a title after half an hour... Well, anyway, this is a Submachine-inspired piece (you do not have to know what it is to read it, though). Enjoy.
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Jan 19
There is a bit of a difficulty I had to overcome when writing these - my body is weighed down by my right arm now. Sort of like when I went to school with my one-strap bag, I tended to bend sideways when not carrying the bag on my shoulder. After the trip - nowadays - it's the other way around.
The handyman came today. ("Handy"man!) Soon they're going to have to remove my eye too, because of that wind from the crack above my bed. Well, I'm not standing for that. He patched it up nicely (He asked why and I told him that it's because of the wind. He didn't ask anything else.), but I guess I'll have to wait until tonight to see if the wind is still coming. If simply filling the hole with junk helped, I wouldn't call him.

Jan 20
It'll hold for now.

Jan 24
My mother visited today! She brought me food (which is great). I can't really shop anymore, so I told her thank you for being considerate. She didn't really reply, though. I also showed her the patched hole, but then she left. Mother doesn't like hearing about the wind (terrible! I'm her son! Does she not care if they will have to cut my eye out?). She thinks I'm making it up, because the air vent that the wind was leaking from was bricked up when I first complained. Anyway, we had tea and talked about things. I told her that I knew I'll have another arm soon. She started crying and left.

Jan 25

Jan 30
Dr. Murphy came to visit when I said that I grew a new arm. He brought my old arm to show me, because evidently, he did not believe me. It was all shriveled. Too bad I couldn't show him the arm I grew, because it's invisible, but it looks way better than the shriveled old one. I said that my new arm hurts sometimes, and he relaxed and said something about a phantom limb. I said that that's convenient, that the ruined car phantom must have given me one of his own limbs to cover for my removed one, because I have good karma. He laughed and said good joke and then went back to the hospital.

Feb 25
I skipped a lot of pages because I was busy learning how to use my karma arm. Now I'm a real master at it. The wind from the crack is the key - if I put my arm along its stream and then bend my pinky so it's cutting the stream in half, strange things happen. The wind rips like cloth, and inside the rip is a little cave. I can climb into it, but so far, I found nothing interesting. It's a cave with a blue glowing river flowing, and there are dogs baying from it (well I call them dogs but they aren't really dogs). They walk on three legs and make loud water noises when swimming close to the surface. I think I will take one as a pet sometime.

Mar 2
If I close my right eye in the cave, everything becomes dark. I noticed because as I was fishing out a dog from the river, it splashed water at me. The water didn't really hit me, because it went through me. It only touched my karma arm and my right eye. I closed it from instinct when the splash went up at me, and I couldn't see anything with my left eye open.

Mar 11
Brisk doesn't want to eat anything. When mother came by yesterday, I showed her Brisk and asked her to bring him some doggy food. She started crying and left. Brisk is getting thin after nine days.

Mar 12
Although she left suddenly yesterday, when I woke up today, I found that she did bring doggy food, after all. I tried to get Brisk to eat it. He still didn't like it. She also left a note on the bag. It said that they will be transferring me to the Victoria Sanatorium. I didn't really know what that was, but I didn't want to be transferred. That house probably doesn't have the wind.
Brisk doesn't want to eat anything. When I tried to get him to eat the doggy food, I pet him. My normal arm went right through him of course but my karma arm didn't. He turned from the food then and nibbled on my arm. Then he bit off my index finger. He liked it a lot and he was much thicker and more solid than in the past week. That's okay. It didn't hurt and I only needed my pinky anyway.

Mar 25
More unimportant things happened. Men sometimes came in and took things from the house. When they came in, light also came in. I don't like light anymore. Brisk told me (I think it was him, or it may have been the cat. Probably the cat, because Brisk whispers and bays, he doesn't talk.) that once the last bit of thing is gone from the house, they will run out of things to take and take me to the other house without the wind.

Apr 1
They took me to the sanatorium. It's sad and lonely here. There's white walls and all sorts of horrible elephants and ghosts.
Caught you! April Fools'! I would say those things if I were insane. No, they will come for me in four days, on Monday. But by then, I will be gone. The cat asked me to come back to the cave, because they'll show me how to dive in the river. Also, Brisk will have something to eat. I'm running out of fingers.

Apr 5
If I could draw, I would draw the looks on the men's faces when they saw me disappear into the karma rip. Because I did not hold the rip open with my pinky, it closed right after me, and I was in the cave. Brisk left and jumped into the river, swimming away into a hole into where it drained. The cat was nowhere to be seen, but just after I looked around for him, I found that the water from the river vanished. It's late now, though. I will sleep and go into the tunnels tomorrow.

Apr 6
I spent the better part of the day dodging the cats' stingers and the dogs' claws. I fed them a little bit of my karma hand, but they liked it too much. The tunnels go nowhere. They are in circles. I don't go hungry, and I never get tired, and I don't know why, and I don't know why I don't go anywhere. When I dipped my pinky into the river, the karma rip opened back to my house, but the river is gone now, and I can't find it. Everything is so blue and

Apr 11
kram arm gone
dogs baying
mother forgiv me

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Writer's Guild / Re: FenTech Science
« on: November 17, 2009, 06:26:48 AM »
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

Ernest Hemingway

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Role Play Theater / Re: Fall of Darkness [RP]
« on: November 05, 2009, 12:16:45 PM »
"That they haven't," Mestacius agreed. "However, they also stunt the development of magic, wanting to outlaw certain branches. While this will allow them to protect these... random things... more effectively, it is a practice I and my kin highly disapprove of."

Twisting about the neck of the porcupine and slithering back on the floor to the nearby Chaba, Mestacius added to Kizmar:

"Watch your mouth, cougar. The only kind of help that the Guild may offer us is kindly leaping off the highest clifftop they can find."

With this, Mestacius vanished in the burlap sacks draped over Chaba. Visibly cheered up, the wolf pointed at the porcupine.

"Duur duur," he taunted, sticking out his tongue. "Silly porcupine, ha ha ha! Your booger chains won't hold Chaba back!"

Picking up his blunt-again weapon, he trudged outside, and shouted back in:

"Staci tells me to tell you not to stand in our way! For our louse is must!"

Scratching his head, the wolf corrected himself:

"Err... our cause is just! Oh, and also, Staci told me to help the innkeeper make this inn better."

Heaving the log off his shoulder, he swung it all the way behind himself, and smashed it into the inn's front log pillar. Lacking a support, the entire roof of the eating area collapsed to the side.

"Now he has to rebuild it from scratch! It'll be better when he's done! HAAAAAR har har har!"

Log thrown over his shoulder, Chaba began walking away from the ruins, into the forest where he came from.

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Writer's Guild / Re: A Short, Silly Story.
« on: November 04, 2009, 07:56:51 PM »
Sweet little story. :P

You should break it up into paragraphs for easier reading. Also, at the end, I was extremely confused because I did not know who was talking to whom. '"...fine..." said Fenrs' would have been better. =)

Keep it up!

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Writer's Guild / Cave Warriors!
« on: November 04, 2009, 03:52:45 PM »
The crisp autumn air filled my lungs, generating a most pleasant sensation - rather perfect for waking up to. Ah, the blessed sun! Whatever would we all do without ye, the shiner of light! In my morning daze, I found myself lucky to behold the great fire in the sky right above Urgug's palm. The thrice-cursed palm! And by what decree does the vile Ugrug hold claim to it? One of these mornings, if the brightest eye of all wakes me early and I find it obstructed by the palm of the villainous Ugrug, a duel shall most certainly take place! The consequence of which, naturally, shall be the downing of the vexatious tree.

But - lo - behind the morning's sand upon the orbs of mine eyes, I had at last spied the noble Maklud coming back from the hunt.

"UUUUUURRRrrrr---GAAAAAAAH!" the seemingly successful huntsman proclaimed in triumph. "Maklud club mothmoth!"

The most exaggerated of claims! Maklud, a man whose nobility is second only to his strength, would still be hardly a challenge for the wicked mothmoth. Yet, I dimly recall his father Urara succeeding in this boastful feat... could he be speaking the truth?

"Mothmoth see," I sharply retorted in disbelief. "Mothmoth big?"

"Huu huu huu," Maklud chuckled urbanely. "Maklud no club mothmoth. Mothmoth big. Buba dummy!"

My word! Hardly can I ever recall an occasion at which I would have warranted my being played for jest in this way! The rage of a thousand mothmoths burned with the ferocity of a thousand suns in my chest, pouring out all at once!

"RAAAAAGH!" I execrated, pounding my breast in anger. "Buba Maklud angry!"

"Maklud no want angry! Eee! Sorr!" Maklud uttered apologetically. Truly, wherce another man may have challenged the offender, Maklud's diplomatic skills took over. Instead of dueling, he merely chose to apologize. An honourable man, indeed!

"Buba forgive," I gave in, sighing in exasperation. How could a gentleman ever stay mad at another gentleman? In retrospect, the situation indeed was rather amusing. "Huu huu. Maklud trick Buba. Buba dummy. Maklud smart!"

"Men kill Awu sleep!" The voice of the fair Awu rang true through our spacious cave. By the mothmoth's tusks! The volume of mine and Maklud's conversing must have roused the beautiful Awu from her dreams. O, how could gentlemen ever allow such a dreadful thing to befall a lady?!

"It he," Maklud pointed out with conviction. "I hunt. I bring toothtooth."

Though crestfallen by betrayal, I could do naught but agree. Had I not overreacted as I have, Awu's volumptious body would still rest peacefully upon those softest mothmoth furs Maklud and I had foraged in our hunts together. In all the rudeness of such a gesture, I could not force myself to break contact with Awu.The eye-enchanting layers of life-preserving fat! The artistically feminine drooped breasts! The arousingly chaotic mangled hair!..

"RAAAAAGH!" The curvaceous Awu's roar filled my entire being from top to bottom, as water may a jug plant. "Buba voice make Awu pee bed!"

The proverbial mothmoth's tusk had pierced my heart through and through as I came to comprehend the horrid news. A villain am I, for no other man could ever make a maid spill forth the contents of her bladder with his voice. Nay... this cannot be... could I be walking the Left Hand Path with Urgug in hand?!

"Uuuuuuuuuu! Bad Buba! Bad Buba!" I repeated this terrifyingly true mantra while forcibly contacting my head with the cave wall in a fit of noble masochism. "Sorr!"

"Who sorr?"

The new, booming voice may nearly have shook the foundations of the cave. It cannot be! The wicked croaking of the terrible Urgug!



Tune in next week for another exciting episode of Cave Warriors!
*theme song*




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Done purely for fun. :P

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Role Play Theater / Re: Fall of Darkness [RP]
« on: October 20, 2009, 05:43:52 AM »
Upon receiving the healthy dosage of translucent shackles binding him, the wolf had suddenly experienced a change of heart. Tugging at the spirit chains a few times with no success, he dropped down to his knees.

-"WAAAAAAAAAH!" The infantile wail would likely be strong enough to wake deaf corpses from the cemetery on the other side of the village. "Staci doesn't love Chaba anymore! Come back! I was only joking! I'll call you by your full name now if you come back!"

Then - barely loud enough to register as a whisper - a quiet, tired, but very menacing voice reached Goundo's ears.

-"A narrow Fellow in the Grass occasionally rides," the voice said. "You may have met Him - did you not - His notice sudden is?"

Slithering between the porcupine's spines to avoid creating any feeling, a brown viper emerged near Goundo's throat.

-"Age may have dulled my once vibrant colours, but my poison grows more potent every day," the serpent hissed. Then, with something of a flash, the spirit binds around the wolf materialized into heavy iron shackles. Excited by this development, Chaba ripped open the metal as if it were twine  string. Noting the porcupine's slight surprise, the snake continued. "Don't think I don't know your tricks, spiritualist. The source of the shackles may have been the spirit realm, but they still had to pass through the wooden floor. All it takes is a simple transmorphic spell, and the iron turns back to its original state. Now... you have a curious air about you. Might you know something of the Guild?"

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Role Play Theater / Re: Fall of Darkness [RP]
« on: October 19, 2009, 04:42:18 AM »
Whatever glassware wasn't already decorating the floor as a finely divided sparkling dust quickly changed its mind and shattered appropriately at the wolf's thunderous laugh.

-"Nevermind that this TOOTHPICK couldn't kill an ALREADY DEAD MASTODON, you even manage to MISS with it! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Blobs of drizzle splattered against the faces of the onlookers as the wolf cackled again. "Well, little foxie fox, I think you go sleep now... RWAAAAARGH!"

For the thirtieth time today, the bartender begged forgiveness from his deities for building a tavern with such a low ceiling. Apparently the wolf held little regard for the tavern, as he charged at the fox with his head dredging the roof all the way up to the outside.

Just prior to striking Rixo with the gleaming blade, however, the spearhead vanished. Normally, the bar that was in the way of the gargantuan weapon would be pierced right through. However, at this development, it was struck by the blunt end of a slightly polished tree trunk. Although the bar more or less vanished in a cloud of rubble at that point, the weapon never reached Rixo.

The look on the wolf's muzzle hinted that steam would erupt from his ears at any moment now.

-"STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!"


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Role Play Theater / Re: Fall of Darkness [RP]
« on: October 18, 2009, 08:39:23 PM »
The door very nearly flew off its hinges after three thunderous pounds. The bartender didn't quite reach the doorknob to let the impatient, if large, guest in. After one more such knock the door had, indeed, fulfilled its original intention of leaving the confines of the doorframe, and slammed into the bar at the back. The bartender's mind just barely decided between lamenting the ruined door and answering the barked "YOU!" from the door:

-"Yes, what is it, you bull-tempered brut-oooooooh damn..."

Right about there - just above the nose bridge - the bartender had a most annoying tick. Turning his head to face his guest at the speed that he happened to, he inadvertently liberated the annoying flesh bag from his muzzle against the point of a tree-sized warspear.

Its wielder could not even be seen entirely, for the now doorless doorframe could not accommodate his ungodly height.

-"MUTT! What city is this?!"

-"Kind sir, please be so v-very kind as to remove your r-r-rather sharp weapon from this h-humble working man's visage... This is just- just a tavern in our haml--"

-"ARE! YOU! REALLY! THIS! DAFT!?" the enormous wolf roared. "You have a big piece of metal pointed at your brain, and you even THINK not to ANSWER the question? How thick CAN your skull be? WAIT! Maybe I should just up and find out, eh?!"

As the warspear was drawn back and as the bartender's ears pressed in terror against his head and his life flashed before his eyes, the giant wolf unexpectedly lowered the weapon.

-"What was that, Staci? What? NO!" he roared (to no one in particular), stomping the ground in frustration. "I will call you Staci all I like! Your name is too long, anyway!"

Apparently calming down, the wolf bared his teeth and looked around the inn.

-"We are looking for... the Guild..."

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Writer's Guild / Re: TASATF
« on: October 08, 2009, 03:06:22 PM »
So basically it's an excuse for you not to do any research on anything ever?

Psh. Who needs research when you have imagination? =)
I'm sure there are no sentient frogs out there, just like there aren't any hell-gate mountains or towns where everyone's name is their title, or post-apocalyptic trees... I couldn't research these things very much. I felt like creating worlds of my own, and having fun with them. Same here - if there's a universe in which America had been settled by 1600s, why the heck not?

On a completely unrelated note, INSPIRATION! I will post in the RP later tonight.

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Writer's Guild / Re: Apex
« on: October 07, 2009, 02:37:15 PM »
On that Ant example... do you know what species exactly? I dont quite recall any that did that, but I it could happen, it would make sense if all the colonies of a species of ant worked together. *Never studied insects much*
Here you go!

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Writer's Guild / Re: Apex
« on: October 07, 2009, 08:00:21 AM »
Also D.Ein: Aegle... which one are you referring to? Wikipedia points to a few figures in Greek Mythology named Aegle ]:P.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aegle_(mythology)

(I Figured I'm made a new post since its unrelated to the reply to Lopez)

Inb4 "it's spelled Eagle" or "Aegle is a Greek deity". It is supposed to be an eagle, and it's spelled that way for a reason. =P

It was an aesthetic (pun intended) touch to a common word, to establish the feeling that the eagle is, in fact, superior to those things on the ground. =)


Not quite accurate. People do get killed by animals ... natural disasters ... poisonous insects and ants ~.^
Very true, but this does not happen in numbers nearly large enough to be significant. You could say the exact same thing about animals, too. There's a million tiny nuances one could go into when describing this sort of thing, but since this is flash fiction, I only focused on the main points.

A very, very strange relationship. As humans, we have developed our own miniature predator-prey relationship INSIDE the natural predator-prey relationship order.

Inside the Natural order? How about where males of one species attack each other for territory/mating rights/establishing a pecking order, isn't that natural too?

Also... I would contend, that Human society is natural as well, civilization, society and it rules are all based on how related to each other and the world, which occurs through our brains, subject to selection pressures, evolution as every other living organism did on this planet.

Everything we do, from buildings, tech, the arts, tools, weapons, culture and such is just as natural as anything else in this world/universe. Its been refined a bit... such as using a tractor and harvester to grow food, as a chimp uses a stick to get termites, but everything we do has analogues in the natural world. Humans are just another type of animal that inhabits this blue dot that is the planet earth.

I know it was a question to Lopez, but I'd like to comment as well ^_^;
I would have to disagree with you. Humans are unnatural in one way only: so far, we have been unable to find a life form that has the same kind of grasp on the entire planet as humans do. When have chipmunks caused global warming? When have bees caused the extinction of an entire species?...etc, etc. Ants come somewhat close, as a certain species of ant has a sort of a "global alliance" - if you take an ant of this species from a mound in Australia and expose it to a specimen from Europe, they will get along rather dandily - not so for every other ant species (they'd get in a fight).

Hence, actually, why this story is called "Apex". =P

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