Author Topic: The Sequel, Take 2  (Read 38406 times)

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Offline Tiara

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New story scene:



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I AM GOD! AND I SHALL SMITE THEE!



...because I can :drevil:

 

Offline Galemp

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:sigh: Are we ever going to contiue this thing, or what?
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Offline silverwolf

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Quote
Originally posted by GalacticEmperor
:sigh: Are we ever going to contiue this thing, or what?

my thoughts exactly

 

Offline Unknown Target

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Sorry, folks. Yet again, I don't think I can complete this.
All story created so far in this thread will be saved for future use.
Probably whenever I get bored and decide to write again.
Then get un-bored and very busy with RL.
Then stop it.
Then get bored.
Wash/rinse/repeat.
In the beggining of the thread I knew this would happen, so I didn't want to get your hopes up, that's why I put that message in.

 
that better be an april fools joke. :mad2:
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Offline Windrunner

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Originally posted by Unknown Target
Sorry, folks. Yet again, I don't think I can complete this.
All story created so far in this thread will be saved for future use.
Probably whenever I get bored and decide to write again.
Then get un-bored and very busy with RL.
Then stop it.
Then get bored.
Wash/rinse/repeat.
In the beggining of the thread I knew this would happen, so I didn't want to get your hopes up, that's why I put that message in.


I'll close the thread untill futher notice. If you are not joking UT then PM and i'll open it again.
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Offline Unknown Target

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Early 4th of July Present :D

...and I can't wait until all the new guys start bashing me for bumping such an old thread :D

INT. HLP Bar. Day.

A few people, of the sleezy persuasion, are milling about, drinking beer, swapping stories, etc. We move the camera through the crowd, and

see Sandwich, hunched over. There is a large circle of curious onlookers surrounding him. Sandwich takes another slug of beer,

and slams it down on the table.


Sandwich: More.

Bartender: Ye-ye-yes, sir!

Fr3z3r, a big, biker-mob-type guy, approaches Sandiwch.

Fr3z3r: Hey Sandwich. Whatsa matter? Ain't so high and mighty without your hammer, ain't ya?

A smaller guy, behind him, pipes up.

Extra: Hey, Fr3z3r, don't pester him, man, he's an admin, you don't want to piss them off.

Fr3z3r gestures to Sandwich's belt.

Fr3z3r: Ain't an admin no more, small-fry. Ain't that right, Sandiwch?

Sandwich doesn't reply, and takes another slug of beer. Fr3z3r, flustered, grabs him by the shoulder, twirls him around, and lifts him off

the ground by his collar.


Fr3z3r: Hey, punk, want me to punch another mouth into your face?

Sandwhich sighs.

Sandwich: Go ahead...I don't care anymore.

Fr3z3r looks back at the gathered crowd, grinning.

Fr3z3r: I guess I can oblige the gent, boys! Anything for an admin!

A roar of laughter and cheers go up from the assembaly. As Fr3z3r pulls begins to wail on Sandwich, a voice lances through the crowd.

Voice: ENOUGH!

The walls echo with the sound. The cheering stops. Everything is silent, and a section of the crowd parts. Out steps Kalifreth.

Fr3z3r: (Chuckles + turns around) What do you want, punk?

Kalifreth: Let him go...

Fr3z3r: Sure...

He tosses Sandwich, now limp, and covered with bruises, to the ground.

Fr3z3r: But I want you, next, little man.

Kalifreth: As you wish.

Fr3z3r lets loose a barbaric yell, and charges toward Kalifreth, who leaps into the air, and richets off the roof. Fr3z3r, confused,

reaches out to grab him with both hands. Kalifreth rockets in between them, lands on the floor with a soft thud, and swings his leg out under

Fr3z3r. Unable to dodge the leg, Fr3z3r takes a hard fall to the ground. While he's still falling, Kalifreth flips over on his back and

scoots under him, sending his legs into the small of Fr3z3r's back, sending him flying into the cieling. Fr3z3r hits with full force, then

falls back down, unconcious, with blood dripping from his nose and mouth. Kalifreth walks over to Sandwich, and offers him a hand. Sandwich,

amazed at Kalifreth's show of force, grasps it.


Sandwich: You didn't have to do that, you know.

Kalifreth: (Chuckles) Yes, I did.

Sandwich sighs, and they walk out the door, as the entire crowd's eyes follow them through. We cut to:

INT. Cloaked Figure's Quarters. Night.

We start looking at CF, as he his huddled over his computer terminal, quietly tapping away. We pan around to look at his bed. Lying on the

top is his cloak. All we can see of cloaked figure is his glowing red eyes. A knock is heard on the door. He looks quickly at it, then taps a

few commands into his computer console. An image of the area just outside the door appears. Zylonbane is standing patiently. He knocks

again, and the sounds on the door correspond.


CF: Come.

Zylonbane steps inside. He is about to turn on the lights, when he is stopped by CF

CF: Stop! Leave it off.

ZB: But...

CF: You wish to argue?

His eyes grow a bit brighter.

ZB: No...

CF's eyes return to their normal, piercing intensity. Zylonbane sits down in a chair opposite CF.

ZB: How many more are left before we may start?

CF: Patience my child, patience. We must first start to build an army. There are a few remaining, yes, but I have others. Many others.

They will come, in time.

ZB: Don't you think the admins will begin to suspect something?

CF: They will suspect...nothing.

ZB: (Bows) As you say sir.

CF: Good. Then go out, and begin recruiting. I need my....beauty sleep.

ZB stands, bows, and turns away. The door shuts behind him, and CF turns back to his work. We fade to black.
« Last Edit: November 13, 2003, 12:10:23 pm by 368 »

 

Offline Turnsky

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you had very good reason to bump this thread..

nice stuff BTW:nod:
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Offline DragonClaw

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*swings his cloak around and laughs his sinister laugh*

Good stuff :)

 
are you going to continue writing?

please?

*makes puppy dog face*

please?
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I've got 2 drug-addict syblings and one alcoholic whore. And I'm a ****ing sociopath --an0n
You cannot defeat Windows through strength alone. Only patience, a lot of good luck, and a sledgehammer will do the job. --StratComm

 

Offline Stryke 9

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STILL not enough me! More ME, fool!

*smack*

 

Offline SKYNET-011

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It's back!

Awesome.
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Offline JC Denton

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Funny as always, UT.  Although I'd like to point out that it's Kalfireth... ;)
"I condemn false prophets, I condemn the effort to take away the power of rational decision, to drain people of their free will -- and a hell of a lot of money in the bargain. Religions vary in their degree of idiocy, but I reject them all. For most people, religion is nothing more than a substitute for a malfunctioning brain."  - Gene Roddenberry

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Offline Gortef

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hey that was sweet, good to see this again :)
Habeeb it...

 

Offline Unknown Target

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A short one.
Comments appreciated.


INT. Forum Ready Room. Day.

We open to see a mess of equipment, with clothes, guns and ammo strewn

everywere. A bra is hanging off the side of one the lockers, and on top of it

is a chain of ammo. In the middle of the mess is Gortef, with his head

stuck in a locker, throwing stuff out the back.


Gortef: Where is it, where IS IT?!

He stops throwing stuff out, and stoops down a little lower, and picks up

an object inside the locker.


Gortef: Ahhhh....found ya, baby, yea!

Smiling broadly, he turns around, briefly flashing us with the cover of

the special Robotech Edition of Hentai Boy, open at chest-level. He's about

to take a step, when the magazine bumps into a very large, male chest. He

looks up slowly. It's darkage. Gortef smiles even broader, and whips

the magazine behind his back.


Gortef: Uhhh.....darkage! What a surprise! How's that new pulse rifle I gave

you as a get-well present?

darkage:(pause) It was great, I really liked it, thanks.

We cut to a flashback of the gun being brought into darkage's hospital

room. He fondles it, examines it, when he bumps it against the bedpost,

accidentally discharging it into his IV bag. He begins to gasp for breath, as

dozens of nurses rush to his aid. We cut back to darkage.


darkage: (sighs heavily and rolls his eyes) Gortef, there's something I've

been meaning to talk to you about...

Gortef whips out the magazine from behind his back. He points at it with

his other hand, nervously.


Gortef: I swear, I was just curious! Someone slipped it in my locker, you

know, uh, it was, uh, it was Turnsky! Yea, you know how shady that guy is, I swear, it's not mine!

darkage oggles the magazine with a gigantic nude picture of Lisa Haze on it. he shakes himself out of his daze, and turns back to Gortef.

darkage: Uhhh....not that.

Gortef, surprised, looks at his magazine, then at darkage. Then back. He quickly tosses the magazine over his shoulder, and looks back at darkage.

Gortef: Uhhh...ok. What is it, sir?

Pulls Gortef close, and whispers into his ear.

darkage: We need to talk. Without any bugs.

He waves his fingers above him in a circular motion, to indicate the presence of the bugs. Gortef nods silently. we fade to:

 

Offline Turnsky

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:lol: sure, blame the artist:rolleyes: :p

great stuff
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Offline Unknown Target

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It IS always your fault :D

 

Offline Turnsky

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The KGB will get you for this, Comrade:p
The Foxfire Chronicles[/b]

   //Warning\\
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do not torment the sleep deprived artist, he may be vicious when cornered,
in case of emergency, administer caffeine to the artist,
he will become docile after that,
and less likely to stab you in the eye with a mechanical pencil
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

Offline Unknown Target

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Must...bump. Hell, I brought this back, YOU WILL READ IT!!! :D

 

Offline Turnsky

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yes... it is worth bumping...;)
The Foxfire Chronicles[/b]

   //Warning\\
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
do not torment the sleep deprived artist, he may be vicious when cornered,
in case of emergency, administer caffeine to the artist,
he will become docile after that,
and less likely to stab you in the eye with a mechanical pencil
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------