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 Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 1:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:20 pm
PFF gave me the word "String" for level one.
Caleb sighed as he lay across his bed. Through the window bright rays of light scattered through golden leaves contradicting his own feelings of turmoil and anger.
"So much for a great birthday," he muttered, disappointment turned to venom in his voice. "She could have at least let me go softly. Not this..." His voice choked as he crushed a piece of paper that had obviously been crinkled similarly multiple times already. Unable to contain his rage but unable to truly release it on any nearby objects, he threw the paper at his door. He heard it fall to the floor. The sound was quickly followed by the sound of a quiet mew.
Caleb rolled over and saw his cat, Alouicious, caught in a large amount of string. Sighing, he got off his bed and began to untangle the poor feline from the twine.
"What do you think, Aloe? Should I be so angry?"
"Mew."
"Yeah you're right. But it really hurt to be rejected like that."
"Mew."
"Okay, I get it. I get it. It's not my right to be so mad over such a little thing. I'll let it go. Somehow." As he said this he finished liberating the cat from it's ensnarement.
"Puurrrrrrrr."
"Hmph. You're such a goof ball."
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:25 pm
Leif_Maelstrom PFF gave me the word "String" for level one.
Caleb sighed as he lay across his bed. Through the window bright rays of light scattered through golden leaves contradicting his own feelings of turmoil and anger.
"So much for a great birthday," he muttered, disappointment turned to venom in his voice. "She could have at least let me go softly. Not this..." His voice choked as he crushed a piece of paper that had obviously been crinkled similarly multiple times already. Unable to contain his rage but unable to truly release it on any nearby objects, he threw the paper at his door. He heard it fall to the floor. The sound was quickly followed by the sound of a quiet mew.
Caleb rolled over and saw his cat, Alouicious, caught in a large amount of string. Sighing, he got off his bed and began to untangle the poor feline from the twine.
"What do you think, Aloe? Should I be so angry?"
"Mew."
"Yeah you're right. But it really hurt to be rejected like that."
"Mew."
"Okay, I get it. I get it. It's not my right to be so mad over such a little thing. I'll let it go. Somehow." As he said this he finished liberating the cat from it's ensnarement.
"Puurrrrrrrr."
"Hmph. You're such a goof ball."
Awww so cute. Okay, starting your next level. Your next word is 'repair.' You must use both words in one paragraph (minimum).
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 7:58 pm
String and repair.... Hm.
"Toss me a da**ed wrench!" John growled. His terrified assistant complied.
The tired repairmen surrounding the broken tank were... Tired. John, the foreman of the little mercenary repairman group, had been working for the last hour to get the Davion Q-36 combat tank working, but the chunk of trash refused to comply no matter what he did. He had been appalled at the amount of damage it had taken before being pushed into his repair dock on this desert planet, Tenalp X. Now, three and a half fruitless hours of work later he was just ticked off. The Explosive Space Modulator, as it was jokingly called by the original crew, had been in a rather large engagement across the way at a Kurita base, now ex-Kurita base, Yffad Kcud. It had managed to do quite a bit of good in the fight but now it looked like the beloved chunk of junk had met it's match in that battle.
John finally decided that what he was trying to do could not make the tank work. He crawled out of the belly of the beast and looked at his assistant. "Go get the tools. I'll handle the customer." The assistant, John didn't know him very well yet because he was new, smiled with relief at not being yelled at and dived under the tank to do John's bidding.
John walked out of the shop and into the offices next door. As he entered and a little chime announced its god's entrance he noticed the tank's commander engaged in what looked like lively conversation with his secretary. John was surprised and a little disgusted. This was blatant disregard for normal military protocol. Everyone in the military of House Davion knew that only one person is allowed into a secretary's pants and that's the officer who is in direct authority over her. Unless she was married. Then then and only then did the rule allow for two people to be in any secretary's pants.
John walked over to the commander and coughed lightly. The commander spun around with a very obvious blush. "Yes, Mercenary Samson?"
John smiled. "Your tank is now officially declared dead scrap metal. I did everything in my power to repair her but she was just too far gone. To be honest I'm surprised that she was even allowed to fight. I'm pretty sure that Davion protocol has rules against using string to hold tanks together, right Commander Marvin?"
"It does, but we all know that there are times when protocol has to be ignored for the greater good."
John just grinned, and glanced at his secretary. "And then there are times when it shouldn't."
(By the way if anyone can find all of my references to another famous space thing, I'll give them 100g)
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 1:23 pm
String, repair, uninterrupted. Allow me to do a little more with the first story.
Caleb got to school a little late the next day. He walked along the hallway wondering about what tortures his teachers were about to inflict on him when he ran smack into a very familiar face.
"Oh, hi, Christine," Caleb said, unsure of what to feel or say at this point. "Um. Let me help you up."
"Yeah, thanks." Christine responded, apparently equally unsure of what the best reaction would be at the time. She was sitting on the floor after the run in, but she didn't feel upset. She was surprised that it would be Caleb. And that he would help her up after. He didn't seem the type to push someone down on purpose and even if he was why would he help her up after. Even if he did do it on accident why would he help her up?
After getting back on her feet and watching Caleb grab her math and science books, she could only stare at her own penny loafers while trying to think of something to say.
"About what I said yesterday," she began," I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that. I was around the guys and I really wanted them to like me. And well... I'm sorry."
Caleb felt surprised. He hadn't understood why Christine, usually so kind and soft spoken would suddenly turn on him the way she had when he had just asked if she wanted to go with him and the guys to a movie. She wanted to be a football gal. She wanted a slice of being in the in crowd. He didn't know how to feel about that.
"It's... Okay," he said though he wasn't sure that it was. "I didn't realize that they were so important to you. I'll just... leave you alone when you're around them.... " Caleb didn't know how mean that sounded but he couldn't have changed what happened next unless he had known how it sounded before hand and thus not said it.
"How can you be like that? I just apologized!" Christine turned and ran down the hallway, some her paper falling to the ground. Caleb reached out his hand as his mind reached for the right words to call her back. But there were none. He could nothing. Caleb looked at the paper that had fallen. Slowly he began to pick them up.
One in particular caught his eye. It was a pink slip of paper folded into a heart, and sticking out of it was a small piece of string very much like the twine that Aloe had been caught in the night before. Caleb wondered where the heart had come from. It didn't make a lot of sense. The guys she hung out with weren't the type to fold origami papers and stick nothing but a string inside. Caleb stuffed the papers into his backpack and began heading towards class, wondering how he was going to repair this situation.
His thoughts remained uninterrupted until he was just outside the classroom. Waiting there by the door were three members of the football team. Oh snap, Caleb thought, this is going to hurt.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 4:34 pm
You're actually supposed to write a new story, but it seems the front page isn't super clear on that. From now on though, make sure it's a different story.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 8:52 pm
Well, okay doc, if you say so. I'm kinda too busy with real life stuff to keep up with the work needed to make an interesting story just for gold, but I'll write something out at some point.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 8:51 pm
Lv. 1 - Sponge
"Ehhh... What are you doing...? Ehhh... Stop it! Stop wetting me!" Kyd sat up slowly in her pink covered bed to see that her apparent best friend Nick was standing over her with a wet sponge.
"Oh so you decided to wake up did you?"
"Only coz you... never mind..." Quickly, Kyd jumped up from her bed and grabbed the red sponge. Standing in front of him, Kyd looked down at the ground and started to make strange growling noises.
"Oh crap... RUN!" Yelled Nick as he ran out of her pink and purple bedroom and down the hall with Kyd chasing after him quickly. They both ran out onto the street and Kyd threw the sponge which hit Nick right in the face.
"Fine fine fine... You win!" Kyd jumped up and down with her arms in the air singing her song of triumph.
"Yeah... but don't let it get to your head" Nick picked up the sponge and threw it back at her, and the chase started all over again.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:32 pm
Alright, that works. I would like to see you try, in your next entry, to focus on something in the story and describe it a little more in detail.
And here's your 2nd word: scared.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:45 pm
PukeFacedFreak Alright, that works. I would like to see you try, in your next entry, to focus on something in the story and describe it a little more in detail.
And here's your 2nd word: scared. Okay. I'll do it as soon as possible. xD
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 11:53 am
how do i join the little contest thing?
or is it over or something.
im a bit of a noob to the guilds.
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 11:28 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 11:38 am
mymadbadmonkey how do i join the little contest thing? or is it over or something. im a bit of a noob to the guilds.
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