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Oh I know. That was for the "anti-stereotype" effect. XD

The great lord Mastafesta wandered down the forest path, a scowl on her face. She normally didn't do the whole "Good guy guarding thing", being an evil lord and all. But, she was stranded and needed some cash to get home. "Remind me again why I just didn't call for help?" She asked herself. But she hated to leave things unfinshed, and a missing princess was definatly leaving things unfinished.She turned round the corner to find naught but the missing princess bathing in a spring. She breathed a sigh of releif.

"Princess..." She just stared for a bit, the princess turning in suprise. "Um, why are you bathing here?""Oh." The princess said, in a caned, high voice. "I got a little dirty when I fell of my horse. So, I thought a little bath would be nice."Mastafesta stared again, but this time in total disbeleif. Her jaw slowly dropped. The princess stared back with big, stereo-typical eyes, the kind you find on damsels everywhere.
Mastafesta was about to say something when suddenly...

"What, HO!" A voice cried from somewhere around, after looking around breifly Mastafesta could see a very obvious man trying not to lose his balance in a tree. The man jumped down."Fear not, fair maiden. I shall protect you from this foul beast." He swung what looked like a prop sword at the stranded Demon Lord.Said demon lord just kept staring...."......Are you serious?""Hoo, ha!" The man swung his sword. "I am Sir Slashalot. And you.."He aimed the sword at Mastafesta. "..are a dead man." He turns to the damsel, who is all like... "My Hero."Mastfesta wonders why this naked princess she's supposed to be protecting is suddenly on the side of this weirdo. And while she was thinking, the man chopped off her head. Blood spew everywhere and the princess cheered."Hurrah! You defeated the Evil Lord!...And you got blood on me."The man cleaned his sword on the nice, silky clothes of his dead foe, took the cape off her, and wrapped the princess in them.Then they all rode off into the shining sunset, all except Mastafesta who, in fact, was now dead.

(Wrote this up in a jiffy, let me know if I need to write a better one.)

Oh dear! A demon trying to do the good guy thing. heart

NO NO NO I wrote all that and then Gaia ups and deletes it and I WILL NOT LET IT DEFEAT ME THIS SPOT IS RESERVED FOR MY PROMPT!!!

*coughs* I'll come back and edit my prompt into it later. Apologies for the screaming fit.

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(I don't know if anyone noticed but the title of the thread is Stereotype Exercise (new 12/02/05) Dec 12 2005? typo? and you guys prolly are going to notice its not the best 'cause I was bored -nodsme- )

My life has always been simple, and everybody just wanted to keep it peaceful. Wars between the races and gods were just mere fairy tales. But someone just so stupid and greedy wanted to make an object of power, only to lose it to the local dark evil lord who has been quietly scheming behind the scenes. To make it worse, I'm the only one that is capable of destroying it, and make the world all dandy. Oh, it was crazed human archmage and artificer who made the damned weapon. Always those humans. Gladly, I'm only partly human. I'm also part demon, angel, and elf. I'm not sure why an elf, I'm guessing because of their slender figures and their ears. Looking at it that way, I was born to be the world's most powerful hero...

But travelling is always fun in groups...it's always a party.

"So... when we walk, why do we always walk in a single file and rarely do we go diagonally?"

A cute little preistess dressed in saintly white robes were peeking her head to the side as she followed her other two companions. Her skin was pasty white from staying all her life in the monastery training in the healing arts and other arcane priestly spells bestowed to her by nameless gods. It was just unusual that she only knew one spell when she left the monastery, and gradually learned new ones after she killed beasts that seem to just randomly pop up in front of their predestined hero. Though she was glad that most of her duties in battle were just killing her friends, and a few light taps of her staff.

"The social laws of this world sucks. We're always the ones trying to talk to people. The only time someone talks to us is if we're in trouble, if someone needs help, or someone is telling us their plans on how to kill us. Anyone else notice that some of the beasts just look the same but a different color?"

Hero, the aptly named mute chosen one, seemed to just ignore the continues rambling of the preistess. His face seemed quite innocent yet the blade resting besides him have taken the lives of many beasts. Though no one really has evidence of it because the bodies of those slain just magically disappears. The blade itself seemed to have been made for himself as well, since he was the only one who was able to pull it free from a rock in the middle of no where.

"And that sword of yours," the preistess rambled on, "If it was the only weakness of this evil dark lord, why didn't he just destroy it or even build his dark castle around it so you couldn't use it against him..."

The view of their world suddenly grew black for a few seconds, allowing them to draw their weapons knowing that some kind of monster was about to appear before them...

To be continued...

Ah okies, I was just making sure. smile

((I'm going to give this one a go))

Carmine felt woozy as he opened his eyes to the world. It was fairly dark but the boy's eyes easily adjusted that inconvenience. It took him a moment to address that he was in some prison type location, due to the fact that he was behind a line of sturdy bars. What's going on? Why am I here? Thoughts such as these raced through his mind but soon stopped thanks to the weariness he began to feel.

The seventeen-year-old pulled himself out of his scratchy cot anyhow stepping boldly up to the barrier that kept him encaged. Bars didn't make him frightful. Back at home, when he performed he had to have a row of them before him for protection from outside offenders. ((Here comes the cliche villain))He saw a man talking to one of his guards. He had long jet black hair that fell like rain and piercing yellow eyes. He was muscular under all that back spikey armor that sort of confused the prisoner because it was the year 2005. The Man barked orders to his bumbling guard and after soluting his master the subservant ran off.

"Sir, would you please tell me why I'm here?" Carmine had to clutch to the bars to keep himself standing he felt so weak. At the sound of the blonds voice the captor approached, twiddling with his fingers like he always did at times of excitment. The boy noticed that he had a smile full of malice, almost of evil gracing his face.

"Ah, my dove, did you sleep well? I put enough tranquilizers in you to bring down a water-buffollow and believe me, for the past two weeks you were very tranquil!" He giggled diabolically which though as he tried, made him less frightning than before. At this, the boy blinked. Did this Bad Guy have any creativity? Not that the boy could see.

"You didn't answer my question, my lord." He hoped using a title to make the man feel superior would make him bark out the purpose like many other supervillains out there.

"Well, I plan to randsome you to the freakshow circus of your's or sell you back to your parents. Cruel, arn't I?" The lad rolled his eyes, feeling like his intelligence was insulted.

"Yes. Now go run along and make preparations like a good evil over lord." And sure enough the evil over lord trotted off like a happy puppy. This would give Carmine time to think up an escape plan. Feeling cold air, his eyes met the ceiling. An airconditioning vent. Somehow he knew he'd find one. The Heroes tended to always find something of the like.

Maybe some one else would like to come up with a new prompt or respond to the old one?