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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 5, 2015 0:22:26 GMT 1
March 4, 2015
I never thought it would come to this.
I knew it was wrong to kill a woman, never mind how horrible she was, or how much one might think she'd deserve it.
I knew it was wrong... so why did it feel so right?
How did I go from killing one old hag who (may have) deserved it, swearing it would never happen again, to... this?
Outside the burned-out remains of my sanctuary, the burnt corpses of my Family smoldering inside?
No more wallowing... I must go north... there are only three of us left. We need to rebuild.
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Post by Cali on Mar 5, 2015 1:18:43 GMT 1
March 4, 2015
The life of a hobo wast one of ruggedness. Leaping from train car to train car and fighting off railroad bulls in heated thirty minute fistfights. Jeremiah the hobo tooketh a most wondrous deal of pride in his worketh, roasting rats ov'r spits and stabbing his enemies for Yogg Sorrath and other pulp heroes. Some days Jeremiah wondered if 't be true the railroad would reacheth the pot of shillings that lay at the end.
First he would has't to passeth through dark territory, whither the mutated alley cats the size of fifty men roamed and consumed mice-men such as he.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 5, 2015 6:38:56 GMT 1
Again, sorry for the lack of pictures, as my other comic is the main focus. However, I'll get the pictures working again in the next month. slowly.3rd March 2015Rumarin turned. It was Ulundil, his distant relative, who was opening his arms wide. “Ulundil? You big scamp, it’s good to see you!” Rumarin yelled in relief, before the two fellow Altmers gave themselves a brotherly hug. Ulundil patted him on the back, “Good to see you as well. I was worried that you won’t made it.” “Oh don’t worry, the voyage was smooth sailing, except for the occasional upchuck I had to deal with.” “Well, I’m glad that whole ordeal was over, let’s get you some hot stew and fine mead,” Ulundil remarked. “Good, because I could use of that now.” --- 4th March 2015As Ulundil step into the city, leading Rumarin out of the docks, a city guard approaches them and blocked their way. Rumarin felt the hair strands on the back of his back stood up. Something is not quite right here… “Something wrong, sir?” Ulundil asked. “This elf, is he fresh of the boat?” The guard asked. “Uh, yes sir. He’s my relative-” Before Ulundil finishes his sentence, the guard cuts off with a sharp warning, “You there! If I see you send one letter to the Thalmor, I will have your head on the spike personally. Understood?” Rumarin fearfully nodded. --- 5th March 2015"Then we're done here," The guard dismisses them. As the two Altmer quickly walk away, Rumarin ask in a distasteful tone, “What in the Oblivion was that? Is this how all Nords greet new arrivals?” “Sorry about that. These are troubled times, the Nords are a bit on edge lately, due to the White-Gold Concordat treaty…” Ulundil was then distracted, too focus on the scene in front of them. Rumarin look up and saw a drunken Nord that seemed to be itching to beat up some poor Dunmer girl. “I don’t want any trouble!” The girl begged. “Well, now you have one!” The Nord yelled. Ulundil ushered Rumarin away from the scene, “Come on, Let’s get out of here, before trouble finds us.”
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Post by Cali on Mar 5, 2015 7:08:32 GMT 1
March 5, 2015
I feel a nice buzz right now. Enough to go to sleep, but I know I've got work to do. Birdhouses to build, my laptop to repair, and my Smith & Wesson Model 386 to sell to my cousin. But alcohol keeps me in a surreal state of dreamlike wonder. I can't bear to tell anyone that I love it more than anything at this point. Even if my liver turns my liver to corral and my skin yellow, I will continue to devour this nectar. It keeps me calm, it makes me sad, in a good way. God bless the swill.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 5, 2015 11:26:03 GMT 1
March 5th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Gargoyles and Darkwing Duck. The story should use evil clones as a plot device!
A masked duck like creature smirked as he held a comically large mallet and stalked closer to a gargoyle statue. “I can’t believe this is so easy!” With a evil sneer he raised the mallet.” Rest in pieces, Golliath!” The mallet descended. The duck was stopped however as he was thrown against the wall by liquid glue. “No!” he exclaimed. “I am the terror that flaps in the night, I am the glue that holds everything together...” From purple smoke, a purple masked duck appeared and held his cape in the air.” I AM DARKWING DUCK!”
As if on cue the statue began to move as rocks were thrown in the air and the gargoyle came to life. “Just like you planned, Darkwing.” The creature folded his arms. “I always knew Negaduck liked to stick around.” DW smirked.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 5, 2015 13:40:40 GMT 1
March 5, 2015
Chuckling darkly, Ian gives his answer. “We both know if I did, it’d be bullshit. People like us rarely let someone get close enough to be called so much as a casual acquaintance, yet alone a friend or more. It’s the nature of this life: you let someone get that close, they try to kill you or they die on you. It ain’t worth it. But I will say this: I do care what happens to you, Aria. And it's not your looks or position, but all the things that make you who you are: that is what attracts me.”
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 6, 2015 0:16:51 GMT 1
March 5, 2015
The captive came to, slowly, as the carriage rumbled unsteadily down the uneven road. Glancing blearily around as she tried to clear her head, the captive saw three others similarly tied up in the carriage.
A blond man in blue armor was speaking to her; he introduced himself and the gagged man, to the immediate panicked reaction of the third man.
The carriage came to a halt, there were soldiers all around and she realized she was among prisoners being led to their deaths. She began to pray.
Who would've thought her prayer would be answered... by a freakin' dragon??
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 6, 2015 13:39:26 GMT 1
March 6th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Mario Kart and Monty Python & the Holy Grail. The story should use a character dying two days before they were going to retire as a plot device!
The blue shell came out of nowhere. The impact threw the kart across the track. The vehicle slid to a halt, its debris over half the race track. Wario groaned as he pushed the wreckage away.” Ooo…that hurts.” His attention snapped to his partner.” Black Knight!” Wario rooted through the debris and picked up the ravaged body of his racing partner. This was meant to be his final race before retirement. “Tis but a scratch…” the knight said before he expired. “WAAAA!” Wario cried. A kart drove by as a plumber in green gave Wario the bird. “DAMN YOU, LUIGIIII!!!”
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 6, 2015 15:31:03 GMT 1
I'm going to mix it up a little just because I can.
March 6th 2015
“Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that a Space Stork will come around to this ice rock with baby in a blanket? Very funny, Garrus.” Shepard rolled her eyes, before she goes back shoving the native vegetations into earthen jars.
Garrus looks over at the work that his human wife is doing, and wrapped his arms around her.
“Well, you never know. We’ve blew the Reapers into extinction, that’s counts something.”
“Uh huh. And yet, I still can’t replicate the next best thing to kim chi-”
Then a geth communicated them, something about a child in a stasis pod they just found.
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 7, 2015 1:58:49 GMT 1
March 6, 2015
Kalla stalked toward the Riverwood Trader, grumbling to herself. Damn, she hated the 'pissing contests' between men who thought they were better than everyone else and just had to prove it. Well, two could play at this game - or, three, as it were...
Kalla pushed open the door and entered the shop.
“Hey, Camilla? These two fetchers both gave me these letters to give to you. But they each signed with the other's name.”
As they left the shop together, Kalla couldn't help but smirk a little. “Oh, won't Sven and Faendal be jealous when they find out?”
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 7, 2015 3:33:32 GMT 1
March 6
Aria’s facial expression is closely guarded, reading Ian’s words, tone, and body language. Eventually she says dismissively, “Nice line. Did you steal that from some shitty romance vid? Sounds like you’ve rehearsed that shit.”
Growling subtly in frustration, Ian looks Aria square in the eye, deciding he’s had enough with the coy cat-and-mouse attitude Aria’s displaying. “Look. I’m not the smoothest guy around with women. Hell, a Krogan is more likely to have a silver tongue when it comes to speaking with women. So, yeah, I did rehearse a bit if only so I could tell you that without stuttering.”
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Post by Cali on Mar 7, 2015 5:10:26 GMT 1
March 6, 2015
"Where are you going?!" I shouted along with the deafening, whirring gyroblades.
The thick bearded man in the cockpit of the gold painted helicopter was my best friend, though he was descending towards most frustrating acquaintance. "I go to the great aether, to live for eternity!"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Milo?! What have you been smoking?! Drinking?!" "I must do what I'm destined to, good Zach! I go to the golden hanger, to live alongside Him! Farewell!"
"MILO! THERE'S A SNOWSTORM COMING! YOU'LL BE KILLED!"
The loudspeaker blared. "Goodbyeeee!"
"YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKER!" My knees met the snowy ground.
"Don't leave me..."
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 7, 2015 6:30:30 GMT 1
And we're back to your regularly schedule.
7th March 2015
Not much has happened in the pass few days, but at least Rumarin has settled down.
Sort of.
He struggle to cope with the overwhelming odor of horse dung, while trying to shovel them out of the stables. Admittedly, this was better than having to spend the rest of his life in some Cyrodillic dungeon, after that particular joke he made that offended the Thalmor greatly. Which is why he quickly fled to Skyrim in the first place.
Still, it could have been better. Maybe an adventure will keep him content, he thought.
Then a suspicious figure in a hood approach him. Rumarin eyes him suspiciously.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 7, 2015 16:06:41 GMT 1
March 7th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Deus Ex and Pulp Fiction. The story should use mystical creatures as a plot device!
WARNING: Pulp Fiction has swearing.
A gryphon flew overhead and picked up a screaming woman before it tore her apart. Blood rained down from the skies as a man wearing sunglasses and a trench coat and a black man in a suit gunned their way through the chaotic monster filled streets, shooting down any dumb bastard that got in their way.” “ When I find the motherfucker who opened that fucking box of Panfuckingdora, I’ll cap his ass!” Jules spoke eloquently. A Cyclops looked up from its meal and saw the two approach. Jc Denton suddenly ran very fast, picked up its club and smashed it across its face. The creature fell as Jules looked on. “Shiiit, nigga!” “A club’s a good choice for close-range combat.” Denton stated.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 7, 2015 18:07:06 GMT 1
March 7, 2015
“I see,” Aria says carefully, expression guarded. “Fine, I’ll bite. Explain what you mean by “all that makes me who I am attracts you.”
Ian pauses for a moment to organize his thoughts before obliging her, speaking directly: “I see a woman who decides she wants something and then does everything she must to obtain it, was cunning enough to masquerade as a stripper and build her power base before making her move, and who had the balls to let a Krogan she bested in single combat live. On top of that, you’re an enigma, impossible for anyone to define.”
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