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Lightningy

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Complete the Story: Fragmented library edition
« on: August 10, 2014, 07:50:14 pm »

the rules are as follows;
-each person writes a paragraph based on the person above
-no obscene stuff like rape or sex pls
-any questions or answers should be left in a spoiler(to keep the flow)
-apart from that let your imagination run wild

ill begin
              It was a fine morning and Urist McBaller raised his head from his ☼Gold Pillow☼ as he spent the morning swearing at children and spitting on the farmers in his town. You see Urist Mcballer was a lord, so naturally he could do what he wants? Later in the day, as he was contemplating the things he will buy today, a swordmaster named Urist McGeneric of Twisted Sword felt like decapitating a noble. Urist McBaller was about to adjust his crown but he noticed his left arm was missing. soon enough his other arm was gone too. within the hour his whole body composed of a torso and a head. Behind him was a sneaking Urist McGeneric of Twisted Sword, who was baffled by the oblivious nature of the people he has come across in his travels. he wondered why nobody notices their missing body parts. He decided to end it. Off came Urist McBaller's head (took him a whole two hours to realize he was dead). It was sad, but not unexpected. Urist McGeneric of Twisted Sword walked out.
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« Last Edit: August 10, 2014, 08:25:50 pm by Lightningy »
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'What is life?', you ask. Fundamentally life is the apotheosis of pointlessness. We live to multiple. But what for? The Endless cycle of carnage pulls hardest on the furthest victim. An inescapable fate; one no one wants but we all desire. The more immoral we become the more ideal we are. A perverse oxymoron. We who live unencumbered but are the most burdened. We fight but at the end it is all for naught, as in life there are no winners; only the undistinguished.

GENERATION 29:
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Re: Complete the story
« Reply #1 on: August 10, 2014, 08:05:45 pm »

Urist stepped out into the street. He plodded down the road to the market and watched the milling crowd. He watched the cutpurses go about their work. He heard the shrieks of anger as the dwarves discovered their purses empty. One alcohol dwarf in particular though had had enough. He finally lost it. He hefted his axe yelled a war cry and began to cleave his way through the crowd. Panic ensues, the crowd scatters from the berserk dwarf. He cuts through the crowd like a blowtorch through butter. The cobblestones of the town square run red with dwarf blood. The Fort guard, all 40 of them, clatter into the square to prevent the rampage of Gragast, the legendary axedwarf, slayer of a mighty dragon and breaker of three sieges. Will it be enough?

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« Reply #2 on: August 10, 2014, 08:21:05 pm »

And just as they thought they could not be more overwhelmed, they see the silhouettes of the hills shift; and taking the form of a man, rise over the mound. It was Shifting Cliff The Bronze Colossus. As the Hulking figure walked down the side of the hills, all fighting ceased for they could feel the vibrations in the ground herald their deaths. children ran and elderly let loose their bowels. even Gragast paused for even he was not enough for the destroyer of civilizations. killer of 200,000 dwarfs and 1302909 others. Then it ran. the crowd flabbergasted by the speed of a creature so colossal. they knew their only chance was gone, for now even to try to out run it will be folly. All could only watch as it tore their obsidian wall asunder. All could only wait.
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'What is life?', you ask. Fundamentally life is the apotheosis of pointlessness. We live to multiple. But what for? The Endless cycle of carnage pulls hardest on the furthest victim. An inescapable fate; one no one wants but we all desire. The more immoral we become the more ideal we are. A perverse oxymoron. We who live unencumbered but are the most burdened. We fight but at the end it is all for naught, as in life there are no winners; only the undistinguished.

GENERATION 29:
Copy and add 1.