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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 14, 2015 15:50:40 GMT 1
March 14, 2015
Long moments pass. Eventually, Ian works up the nerve to break the silence. “Aria?” he asks tentatively, the Asari still seated on his lap, her hands on his shoulders, head bowed. Without looking at him, she surges to her feet, her attention focused on the view of Afterlife from her lair. Ian remains seated, seeing the stark change in her body language from predatory to nearly as stiff as a turian and knowing she’s at a turning point.
Slowly, she turns to face him, looking at him as if trying to figure him out despite having been inside his mind.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 14, 2015 20:52:52 GMT 1
March 14th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Malcolm in the Middle and Smurfs!. The story should use cooking crystal meth as a plot device!
Malcom hated the idea of working together with something that could not be explained by science, but his father’s worsening condition left him no choice. The condition was hereditary as well….. “Have you smurfed?” the blue creature shifted his red cap straight before he stroked his beard. “I have.” Malcom said.” I’ll help you make this…Blue Sky.” The creature smiled.” Smurftastic, with my magic and your intellect we will save Smurf Village and your father. But…. you still haven’t smurfed me your name.” Malcom paused. Dewey’s books said names were important to magic folk. Mind-control and such. He thought of his favourite poet. Walt Whitman. WW…. “Walter.” Malcom said.” White.”
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 14, 2015 22:24:39 GMT 1
March 14, 2015
Arya knew what she was meant to do. I am meant to find that gem; she thought as her breathing returned to normal; I must take it to Jauffre; whoever he is... but why? Why this, why me?
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The sun shone high and bright in the sky as Arya emerged from the sewer grate later that morning, staring in wonder at the large, dull red jewel with the thick gold chain she held in her hand. The jewel had been just beyond the entrance to the sewers; she realized the other details of the dreams must also be accurate.
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Post by Cali on Mar 15, 2015 1:23:22 GMT 1
March 13, 2015
"Please be a genie, please be a genie, please be a-" Portland, Oregon resident Albert Addin chanted while rubbing the old fashioned Arabian lamp. A genie popped out immediately afterward, spilling up into the atmosphere in a lime green mist, having a large chin stubble and a cold hard face. "Yes, yes! I knew it! I knew there would be-" He paused. "Why do you only have one arm, genie?"
The genie looked down at the stump. "Somebody wished for it... I have no idea why. Anyway, you get three wishes."
"Genie, I want my arm cut off too!"
"Ughhh..."
March 14, 2015
Slender Man cautiously walked around the streets of Tallahassee. It was broad daylight and he was already getting sneers. He needed a new tie, badly, as his current had a mishap with some guacamole at Chipoltes. "Just need to get to a botique... everything'll be alright." He chanted to himself.
Entering Shelby's Fine Dresswear, he slowly walked inside before he set the interior of the building on fire with his black magic. "Shit, shit, shit, didn't mean to do that. Shiiit." He slowly walked out of the building before he was unceremoniously tackled and cuffed by members of Tallahassee's finest.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 15, 2015 6:01:00 GMT 1
March 15, 2015
The silence grows uncomfortably, but Ian manages to keep himself from fidgeting under the weight of Aria’s piercing gaze. Eventually, she relaxes her posture, though her gaze loses none of its sharp intensity. “You were speaking the truth,” she finally says. “And now I see how you managed to read me as much as you did.”
Stalking over to Ian with her biotics flaring, she notes the look of apprehension in his eyes, the melding having drained him since he resisted it. “I tend to kill those who can be a threat to me,” she says ominously, standing over him.
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 15, 2015 10:40:48 GMT 1
March 15, 2015
Arya was back in her apartment at the Arcane University, packing her small traveling bag. Chorrol is only half a day's ride west of here; she thought. I can get there by nightfall if I go immediately following the midday bell.
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The sun was setting, the evening air cooling as Arya reined in her horse at Weynon Priory, outside Chorrol. The afternoon's ride from the Imperial City had been calming, though she could not be distracted from her purpose; whenever she closed her eyes she could see the horrors of her nightmares, and the voice of the old man, urging her on.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 15, 2015 10:47:14 GMT 1
March 15th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Star Foxand Mega Man. The story should use a Wild West Setting as a plot device!
Silence filled the air as the gunmen stood across of each other in the middle of the town. The fox-like stranger stood with Sherrif Megaman as the wolf and his gang walked up to them. “This bombed out world will make a fine trophy for Uncle Andross…” the monkey smirked. “Earth is under my protection.” Megaman said.” Leave now and you may leave with your organs intact.” “Star Wolf does not negotiate, partner.” Fox drew his blaster, Megaman rose his gun arm. “We can’t let you do that, Star Fox.” The wolf drew his blaster. The battle for Megaton began.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 16, 2015 6:59:40 GMT 1
16th March 2015
The next day Rumarin and Firemane, the Nord that he crashed in his hut last night, were back in Windhelm, finally. They were walking through the Grey Quarters, a derogatory term for the Dunmer ghetto, where they were segregated from the rest of the Windhelm citizens. They are heading to the New Gnisis Cornerclub, meeting up their contract.
“That robe really suits you. It makes you look like a real wizard,” Firemane remarked.
“But does it make me feel like a real wizard? Because I can’t conjure an angry bear so far,” Rumarin grumbled.
“Cheer up, boy. You’ll get there eventually. Ooh, look! This is the place.”
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 16, 2015 12:12:26 GMT 1
March 16, 2015
Locking his gaze with Aria's, Ian slowly stands. “I see. Back on Earth, it was customary to grant one condemned to death a final request,” he says solemnly. Closing the remaining distance, Ian notes for the first time that Aria is slightly taller than he is, a fact that seems oddly symbolic to him. Gazing into her eyes, Ian says “Consider this my final request.”
Moving slowly so he doesn’t spook her, he brings his hand up to caress her cheek before gently pulling her into a soft but heated kiss, pouring everything he has into it: a gallows kiss.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 16, 2015 20:44:43 GMT 1
March 16th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Mass Effect and Doctor Who. The story should use Deus Ex Machina as a plot device!
The Harbinger hologram gloated over Shepard. “You fight against inevitability. Dust struggling against cosmic winds. This seems victory to you, a star system sacrificed-“ Shepard held up her hand.” No, not sacrificed. If anything you fell for my distraction.” Harbinger paused.” Explain.” “When I knew the Reapers would all arrive at one spot I called a friend who knew how counter your threat. Yin will cancel out Yang.” As the first Reaper jumped in via the Mass Relay, it was immediately attacked. One word from the attackers invaded Harbinger’s mind.” EXTERMINATE!” A strange sound came as a blue box appeared. A man stepped out who straightened his bowtie. “Allow me to introduce myself, Harbie. I’m a Timelord. But you can call me…the Doctor.”
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 16, 2015 23:33:37 GMT 1
March 16, 2015
She had already hit a delay, riding all the way to Chorrol only to find out from a pleasantly helpful City Guardsman that Jauffre was not in the city, but rather was a monk at Weynon Priory. She dismounted and glanced around, turning in place as she looked for any sign of life.
“Can I help you, miss?” the voice came from right behind her; Arya jumped slightly as she turned to see who had spoken. He looked young, though his hair was thinning and was styled in a tonsure; he wore the long black robes of a priest.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 17, 2015 12:38:29 GMT 1
March 17, 2015
Drawing away after a minute, Ian gazes into Aria’s eyes once more seeing her surprise at his boldness. Lowering his hand he says solemnly and forlornly “My life is yours. Do with me as you will.”
Quickly regrouping, Aria says “You’re not going to ask for a quick, clean death?”
“Only one request and it’s been fulfilled,” he answers, steeling himself, standing a bit straighter. “It’s your move.”
“You’d forgo an easy death just for a kiss?” Aria asks, surprise wearing off. “I wonder what I should do with you. So many ideas come to mind. It’s hard to choose.”
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 17, 2015 20:55:53 GMT 1
Disclaimer: I seem to have temporarily lost my muse with regards to my Oblivion story. I felt a rant coming on regarding my current struggles with my own health, so - here goes.
March 17, 2015
Mouse. Dying Smurf. I have been called both today, and those terms seem fairly accurate – when trying to speak higher than a pained whisper results in my voice breaking worse than a pre-teen boy going through puberty. When the very act of breathing sends razor-sharp tendrils of agony shooting through my throat and the resulting coughing attacks tear my chest apart and it feels like my heart is being shredded.
Damn this cold, damn this broken voice. This annual ritual of mute agony and chest-ripping pain.
I loathe this.
Though I know this too shall pass, it feels eternal.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 17, 2015 21:58:42 GMT 1
March 17th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Batman and Reservoir Dogs. The story should use Murder as a plot device!
The skittish man jumped up, gun aimed at the door as Mr Pink entered. "Holy shi- Put that fucking gun down, Penguin!" Pink shouted. "Sorry, i'm sorry!" Penguin lowered it. "Jesus..." Pink closed the door behind him." The fuck happend out there?!" "Killer Croc went homocidal, I told you he was unreliable!" "No fucking shit! I thought I was working with professionals here!" "This is Gotham. What did you expect?" Before Pink could reply, Mr White carried a wounded man in a red hood inside." Help me , he got shot!" The two helped." Was it the Batman?" "No, Mr Blonde."
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 18, 2015 18:30:42 GMT 1
March 18, 2015
The snow piled ever higher – on the roads, the rooftops, the balconies – there was no green to be seen anywhere.
Even on balconies three stories up, mounds of snow piled higher than a man's height.
Any brave soul venturing out was forced to wade balls-deep through a sea of snow just to get to the other side of the driveway.
“Bloody hell,” cursed the furious Haligonians, “When will this end?”
So much snow – and reports say it may take weeks to clear away. We are two days away from Spring on the Calendar.
I call Bullshit.
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