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Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 070
« on: December 19, 2009, 11:48:33 AM »
Gotta keep a paranoid watch whenever you try and deal with tvtropes, Kai ![];)](https://crimsonflagcomic.com/forum/Smileys/default/arctic_wink.gif "Arctic Wink")
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Writer's Guild / Re: Animated Dreams
« on: December 17, 2009, 07:47:54 PM »
The lower area becomes G-rated ![]:O](https://crimsonflagcomic.com/forum/Smileys/default/arctic_surprised.gif "Surprised Arctic Fox")
![]:)](https://crimsonflagcomic.com/forum/Smileys/default/arctic_happy.gif "Happy Arctic Fox")
Awesome, that sentence had me curling into myself laughing. Great story!
Awesome, that sentence had me curling into myself laughing. Great story!
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Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 069
« on: December 11, 2009, 09:38:42 PM »
Umm... I'm getting an X'd out mark.
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Epic Battle / Re: Epic Battle (comic)
« on: December 10, 2009, 10:43:41 PM »
*wonders what if he would appear AS a weapon of war*
Well, Feathertail did blurb something about a toast weapon of mass destruction or something
Well, Feathertail did blurb something about a toast weapon of mass destruction or something
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Writer's Guild / Re: Noname: A MK Story
« on: December 04, 2009, 09:38:10 AM »whatever happens in the end, don't make it TOO easy for him to change from one to the other :p
Yes, yes, couldn't agree more. And don't at all feel afraid to draw this out and deny the plot quick resolution. Conflicts like this can be used for great storytelling and character development (and the development in this case would be MOST interesting). In fact in this case I'd go so far as to suggest that Failure is the only option.
But enough of me and my inchoherent blathering, have fun writing this thing!
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Writer's Guild / Re: Breaking Boundries
« on: December 01, 2009, 02:56:23 PM »
"I'm sorta hungry. You wouldn't by chance have any freshly dead rat around, would you?"
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Art Gallery / Re: Precipice
« on: December 01, 2009, 11:44:18 AM »
Kiba in a tutu??
How did I miss that!? lol
How did I miss that!? lol
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Art Gallery / Re: The chat room last night [:P
« on: December 01, 2009, 11:41:53 AM »
Silly little fox... Poor Kai...
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Epic Battle / Re: Epic Battle Website!
« on: November 30, 2009, 09:27:49 PM »
Epic indeed. Always had a fondness for epic pie. Of course that may have something to do with the fact that I once established part of a cult that was devoted to pie...
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Writer's Guild / The Tortilla Man
« on: November 14, 2009, 09:48:50 PM »
Something small I wrote about a month ago. I was thinking about posting my first MK story but groaned at the thought of copy pasting that 73,000 word monstrosity all over again in parts. So instead I'll post this as my first thingamajig here.
The Tortilla Man
They wouldn’t go away.
It was impossible to shut it out. He tried. Attempt after attempt in a time sucking cycle, it didn’t matter. A war was raging, a war he was losing inch by inch.
They blared, they whispered, they repeated themselves over and over and over again. As if they needed to repeat themselves! The inanity of the messages themselves should have been evidence enough; why listen to messages of no sense, rhyme or reason? There was no point; no point!!
The dragon groaned at his predicament which smacked him upside the head rendering him powerless. It was all because of that stupid box! That stupid picture box that his friends had insisted that he obtain! They said he had been out of the loop for too long, that he needed to broaden his horizons. No horizons were being broadened, indeed, his view of any proverbial horizon was hopelessly obscured by the voices.
The voices!
Why wouldn’t they go away!?
Pandora’s box had been opened, quite literally, only here he had no idea how to close the box! Nothing he did, no spells he cast could make it stop, make the pictures go away! Foreign, black magic! Black magic and the sacrifice of sentients, that’s what it was powered by! Voodoo and heaps of human sacrifices! Some evil geniuses had conspired to create this thing, to incessantly chip away at his sanity and beat at his increasingly shortening temper.
Thousands of years, times and trials, dreams and nightmares lived through, and yet these voices were smashing him into a thousand crazed, frothing bits!
The tortilla! The tortilla was back! It was raging at the gates, screaming, then pulling back to a maddeningly soft murmur, omnipresent yet holding back from the fore, voiced by an unceasingly enthusiastic invisible narrator. The tortilla man! The tortilla man was proclaiming, proclaiming!!
Screaming, he ran out of his cave and shot from his cliff, spreading his wings only after he had leapt into the air, such was his haste. He had to obey, he had to obey the tortilla man!!
* * *
At precisely 1:16 AM during the late shift at TacoLand the two staff members on the job were chilling out back when the entire building shook fiercely. Fumbling about, the two of them hurried to their feet when their ears were nearly shorn off with a tremendous roar.
“OPEN LATE! OPEN LATE UNTIL 3 IN THE MORNING!!!” The booming monstrous voice roared. “GET 5 TACOS FOR $2.99!!”
One of the workers soiled himself on the spot, the other (perhaps with some foolishness in retrospect) bolted to search for the source of the unnatural roaring. He found it in the drive through, where a massive winged reptile was hollering into the drive through speaker, repeating the Taco joint’s TV spot ad over and over again.
The Tortilla Man
They wouldn’t go away.
It was impossible to shut it out. He tried. Attempt after attempt in a time sucking cycle, it didn’t matter. A war was raging, a war he was losing inch by inch.
They blared, they whispered, they repeated themselves over and over and over again. As if they needed to repeat themselves! The inanity of the messages themselves should have been evidence enough; why listen to messages of no sense, rhyme or reason? There was no point; no point!!
The dragon groaned at his predicament which smacked him upside the head rendering him powerless. It was all because of that stupid box! That stupid picture box that his friends had insisted that he obtain! They said he had been out of the loop for too long, that he needed to broaden his horizons. No horizons were being broadened, indeed, his view of any proverbial horizon was hopelessly obscured by the voices.
The voices!
Why wouldn’t they go away!?
Pandora’s box had been opened, quite literally, only here he had no idea how to close the box! Nothing he did, no spells he cast could make it stop, make the pictures go away! Foreign, black magic! Black magic and the sacrifice of sentients, that’s what it was powered by! Voodoo and heaps of human sacrifices! Some evil geniuses had conspired to create this thing, to incessantly chip away at his sanity and beat at his increasingly shortening temper.
Thousands of years, times and trials, dreams and nightmares lived through, and yet these voices were smashing him into a thousand crazed, frothing bits!
The tortilla! The tortilla was back! It was raging at the gates, screaming, then pulling back to a maddeningly soft murmur, omnipresent yet holding back from the fore, voiced by an unceasingly enthusiastic invisible narrator. The tortilla man! The tortilla man was proclaiming, proclaiming!!
Screaming, he ran out of his cave and shot from his cliff, spreading his wings only after he had leapt into the air, such was his haste. He had to obey, he had to obey the tortilla man!!
* * *
At precisely 1:16 AM during the late shift at TacoLand the two staff members on the job were chilling out back when the entire building shook fiercely. Fumbling about, the two of them hurried to their feet when their ears were nearly shorn off with a tremendous roar.
“OPEN LATE! OPEN LATE UNTIL 3 IN THE MORNING!!!” The booming monstrous voice roared. “GET 5 TACOS FOR $2.99!!”
One of the workers soiled himself on the spot, the other (perhaps with some foolishness in retrospect) bolted to search for the source of the unnatural roaring. He found it in the drive through, where a massive winged reptile was hollering into the drive through speaker, repeating the Taco joint’s TV spot ad over and over again.