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 Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:42 pm
Bitinged *Chuckles*
..And what story would you like me to tell?.. Oh! tell a story that has unicorns, rainbows, and death!
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:48 pm
rolleyes
As you wish..
Are you all sitting comfortably?..
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:53 pm
I'm lying in bed as we speak type.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 9:59 pm
xd
Ok.
Now, lets see... story....ok. I have one.
Once upon a time, long long ago, a small boy lived. Now this young man had hoped for a rather heroic life..however he had been born into a time of crime and poverty.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:02 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:06 pm
Wow. I think I'm falling asleep already.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:13 pm
..Now, for the first part of little..uh..Mark's..life he had continued to live in the crime filled world known as the Badlands attempting to break free of the corruption only being able to dream what he might one day have.. a peace filled world where he and his family could live. He lived this way till he was but 14 years old..
One day however, bandits struck the village where he lived, destroying much of his village and killing many of the people who lived there. Mark jumped into a crate in attempts to hide from the bandits, unfortunatly the bandits captured poor mark and took his to their bandit camp.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 10:36 pm
The bandits at first treated little Mark as a slave, making him do chores such as making him chop the firewood and make dinner for all the bandits and other slaves.
As Mark grew up he started to become more twisted, being corrupted by the bandits ways, soon too strong to be contrained by the guard bandits, Mark saw his chance to break free. He waited till the midnight of his 19th birthday, finding the chief bandits huts and entering with stealthy means. As the bandit slept Mark slit the mans throat as quick as a heartbeat, in the morning as the other bandits woke they found Mark in the Chief bandits hut wearing the chief armor and weapons. Without hesitation the chief's second in command swung his sword towards Mark, with a quick slice mark not only countered the bandits swing but also cut off its arm.
Mark stood amoung the bandits and spoke with power.
"I am Mark. I am now your chief, you will respect me and i will lead us to a richer life!"
The other bandits put down their swords and bowed before their new chief.
*Closes an imaginary book*
Thats the end of this little chapter so get to bed you little scamps!..
whee
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 4:06 am
*Wakes up*
....Hmmmm..how odd..
I feel the urge to find some bandits.
I wonder why....
neutral
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 6:35 am
It sucks that I fell asleep before the rest of the story, but I liked it. smile
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 1:08 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 4:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 5:51 pm
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