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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 11, 2015 17:26:02 GMT 1
12th March 2015
“Either way, you need an alias, boy,” The Nord remarked as he fetches the mead.
“Why would I need one?” Rumarin asked.
“For safety reasons of course. We make lots of friends… and enemies in our line of work. So, having an alias helps to cover our stinkin’ tracks.”
“I see. So I have to think up one right now?”
“Nah, you’ve got a whole day’s worth of pondering. Besides, no one takes a contact agent seriously with a name like Dragonbored.”
As the Nord places the mead bottle on the table, he examine the Altmer, tracing his eyes from head to toe. Rumarin was uneasy by this.
“What?”
“You’re a mage, right?” The Nord asked.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 11, 2015 17:29:31 GMT 1
March 11, 2015
Seated in Ian’s lap, Aria can feel the tension in his body, his instincts screaming for him to throw her across the room. Even his gaze holds a hint of fear within its burning fire. Deciding to test him, she summons her biotics, the wispy blue haze engulfing both of them as she lightly squeezes his throat.
He tenses even more, his muscles shaking as he forces his defensive instincts down, willingly submitting to her.
Smiling victoriously, she leans in and brushes her lips against his ear. “Embrace eternity,” she whispers, eyes turning black as she delves into his mind.
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Post by Mr. Glow on Mar 11, 2015 18:13:23 GMT 1
Good entry man. Or does that come in tomorrow's update?
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 11, 2015 23:00:07 GMT 1
You'll see soon enough.
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 12, 2015 2:08:45 GMT 1
March 11, 2015
As the mage began to climb, she heard voices in her mind; louder, faster, more confusing as she climbed higher and higher; she reached the top and stood at the base of the tower, the wind whipping around her; she blinked and swayed sharply as the voices suddenly stopped, and found herself in a cold, cramped room with chipped stone walls, the space around her more starkly shadowed than the hot flaming wasteland.
She was not alone. An old man, his face shadowed, spoke softly to her. She turned to face him. He spoke of death, destruction; dreams and salvation.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 12, 2015 11:42:31 GMT 1
March 12th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Frankenstein and Super Mario Bros.. The story should use an international manhunt as a plot device!
The two prisoners ran as fast as they could, the chain that connected them clanged against the floor. “How strange is that clinging love we have of freedom even in the excess of this misery!” the young man lamented. "Let's-a go!" the green clad plumber urged his associate. The duo kept running until they came across a hole in the wall which led to the waterfall down below. A gun clicked behind them.
“ Luigi Mario, Dr Victor Frankenstein! You are under arrest for the murders of Princess Daisy and Elizabeth Frankenstein!” Marshal Gerard shouted. “"No! Why Luigi do that?" Luigi replied. “We are not guilty of those heinous crimes!” Victor attested. “I don’t care!”
Luigi looked back at the waterfall. He grabbed Victor and jumped through the hole. “HERE WE GOOOOOOO!”
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 12, 2015 11:54:13 GMT 1
March 12, 2015
If Ian’s body was tense, his mind was on the verge of exploding. Despite being physically docile, he mentally struggles against the meld. Chuckling in amusement, Aria whispers, “Not bad for a human.”
With a sharp push, she tries to delve deeper into his mind, only to be surprised when she meets harder resistance. “Relax, Ian,” she whispers into his mind, retreating slightly. “I can force my way through, but that will end badly for you.”
Long moments pass as Ian tries to calm himself; complete surrender feeling unnatural to him. Eventually he submits and Aria’s mind floods into his.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 12, 2015 17:05:55 GMT 1
13 March 2015
“Oh sure, it’s like all Altmers are so good at exploding things to death, but can’t conjured a banana cake to save their backside,” Rumarin’s voice was dripping with contempt while answering.
The Nord raised his eyebrow in confusion, “So… you’re not a mage then?”
“Nope, unless you count this as magic,” Rumarin then conjure a dagger in mid air.
“Good enough for me!” The Nord beamed, before he walks off to a large chest in the corner and opens it. He pulls out some sort of robe, which seemed to be woven with some sort of high quality cotton, dyed in light teal. He gave it to Rumarin.
“Here yer go. A nice robe that should help you make those blades stronger! I’ve enchanted myself.”
“All for me? Wow, I don’t know how to-”
Before Rumarin could finish his sentence, he quickly noticed something is off. He took a deep sniff and cough.
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Post by Cali on Mar 13, 2015 1:36:23 GMT 1
March 8, 2015
"Hello, Prince Paul is the name. Producer of the band De La Soul as well as this particular 100 words batch. Because that's what we're about, the soul. The soul's been a bit lost lately, kind of like those fast and screamy skull things in that one video game that you had to shoot in the 90's. The soul's been a bit dark lately. Oh dip. That's another one isn't it?
"Point being, we're giving it to you with sensitive soul from now on. The best kind. And now back to our original batch. Only with more phat, phat beats."
March 9, 2015
Johnson was a cool guy. A real, real cool guy. He wore a black leather jacket with buttons and broad lapels, as well as a pair of ray pain sunglasses, acid washed jeans, and an Itchy and Scratchy T-shirt under it. His hair was blond and spiky, and he swaggered everywhere he went, turning around.
One day he went to a PCP addiction support group. "Hey ya'll, check this shit out." He pulled out his Glock 17 handgun and pretended to blow smoke out of the muzzle.
One of the guys stood and spoke up.
"You're a fucking fag!"
March 10, 2015
Retired MI-6 agent Dirk D. Dangermouth always scoped out the best and most covert ways to enter a matinee. He liked to save money by sneaking in, usually with minimal casualties and collateral damage.
One day Dirk decided to sneak into the projector booth, added by a simple knocking out of the reel operator and the act of stripping him down to his small clothes and stealing his uniform. Dangermouth of course, was angered by it's tight fit on his belly.
Suddenly, a button burst, revealing his large and horrific Olivia Newton John tattoo, terrifying several small children present.
March 11, 2015
The two cops walked into into the shop in Chinatown, a few blocks from their jurisdiction. The repulsive creatures let out deep gutteral panting as they moved their fat cop asses toward the counter. The mustached motorcycle cop, who's department motorcycle had broke down on Huron Avenue sized up the two people working at the counter while the patrol officer behind him, he grasped with his huge pepperoni fingers inspected a small antique candle brazier from Hungary.
"What the fuck is this." The beast groaned. "Where do I pack the ammo? Or wait... Is this a new type of grenade?"
March 12, 2015
To: MagicMike1975@supermail.us From: Amazon.com Date: March 12, 2015
Dear Amazon Customer,
We Regret to inform you that the shipment containing your order of magic beans was brutally hijacked by a combined criminal force comprising of Los Zetas, the Genovese, Gambino, and Luchesse crime families, the Yamaguchi-gumi organization, and David Copperfield.
The authorities have been notified of this transgression, but it's unlikely they will do anything significant in the short term to help you. In the meantime, the five talents of ancient Egyptian gold coins you paid will be returned to you.
With sympathy,
Amazon Customer Support
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 13, 2015 1:37:58 GMT 1
March 12, 2015
The mage could sense the man's doom; he would die soon; she could not prevent it. The realization hit with a crushing blow, and she wept silently as the man spoke. The sounds of battle faded as the man drew forth a shining red amulet and pressed it into her hands.
The man's face faded as the room changed, the walls around her blurring into the walls of the tower, then fading to reveal the flaming wasteland; then darkening into the crumbling walls of the destroyed city; finally all was dark as the old man's words flowed through her mind.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 13, 2015 16:02:17 GMT 1
14 March 2015
The Nord quickly snatch the robes off Rumarin and threw it in a hot tub of infused crushed flowers, “Oops. I forgot to soak with Dragon’s Tongue, but don’t worry. I just put in here and that should fix things up. Simple as a slice of chaurus pie!”
“By the Gods, that stinks worse than a bandit dropping the bloody flux on a summers day! What did you do?” Rumarin asked.
“Well, getting the robes stuck with stronger enchantments requires more than just staring at the table all day. Such as soaking in one of those magicka wells. Winterhold has it, but those milkdrinking mages are guarding it, so I had to make do. You wouldn’t believe the wonders of these bits and pieces.”
“Such as?”
“Dozen cloves of garlic, salt, nine bottles of high concentrated magicka, water and…”
“And?”
“Stale horse piss.”
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 13, 2015 16:27:08 GMT 1
Disclaimer: This is now the 1st Chapter of the longer story I am writing. The last few installments were the Prologue.
March 13, 2015
Arya sat up with a strangled gasp, her eyes snapping open as she suddenly woke from the same nightmare she had been dreaming for the last three nights in a row. Always the same dream; the city under siege, the scorching air and coal-black cliffs leading up to the tower, the small, damp room and the doomed man with the glowing red gem.
This time, the dream was accompanied by a new feeling; a wild and unexplainable knowledge of the gem itself – there was something vital about that gem; and Arya now knew what she was meant to do.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 13, 2015 17:15:14 GMT 1
March 13, 2015
What Aria finds surprises her. She sees Ian’s life in its entirety. His bookish childhood. His decision to become a Marine after an attack on his homeland. Fighting in a war that cannot be truly won. His studies in college. The chain of events that led to his relay accident. The life he’s carved out for himself in the present day. And finally she sees what she was looking for.
Breaking the meld, she takes a moment to gather herself. The effort from the meld was more than she expected, but she never truly expected to find what she saw.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 13, 2015 20:44:10 GMT 1
March 13th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Star Wars and Stephen King's IT. The story should use a vacation as a plot device!
The bay doors opened as the dark robed cyborg entered Naboo’s docking bay. Slain Stormtroopers and flight personnel lay dead at the base of the newly arrived ship. On its rampart was a man dressed in the garbs of a clown. The clown looked at him, chuckling.” Do you want a balloon? It’s my holiday after all!” He said and held out one. Lord Vader did not reply, save for his automated breathing, and extended his hand. The clown began to choke. “The power of the dark side protects me from your pitiful fear magic.” He released the clown.” Show me your real form, I am in need of sport.” He began to laugh before IT shapeshifted into large spider monster. Vader calmly drew his light saber. ”Impressive.” He ignited his sabre. ”Most impressive.”
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 14, 2015 14:49:51 GMT 1
15th March 2015
“Let me get this right. You’ve added horse urine as alchemical catalyst?” Rumarin asked.
“Yep!”
“And you just brought me a bottle of mead…”
“I’ve washed my hands,” The Nord defended.
“Either way, I’m going outside for some fresh air. My head is spinning right now.”
Rumarin quickly got off his seat and head towards the door. As he was about to step out, the Nord called out, “It’s getting late. You better stay in for the night. Don’t want you run into some thalmor milkdrinking thugs, now would you?”
“Alright then. What do you have tonight?”
“Steak and kidney pie, with ale. And don’t worry, I’ve always keep my hands clean while preparing the food.”
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