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 Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 2:58 pm
Sloth is the laziest of the seven Sins, so lazy that she decided to remain in her basket long after the others had emerged from theirs... So long that she grew up within her basket! Now a full grown adult and still curled up in her nice, dark, comfortable basket, Sloth needs your assistance... Or, rather, we need your assistance. What do you have to do?
It is your job to do whatever it takes to get Sloth out of her basket. Please post your entry here, be it written story, illustration or otherwise. This thread will close for submissions at 11:59 pm EST on October 29th leaving the winner of Sloth to be announced sometime on October 30th.
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 5:51 pm
I so had too much fun with this. 
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Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 5:52 pm
Well, she came out in the end? surprised
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:13 pm
I hope it's okay, but I used my Tayale, Dugan, in my plot to get Sloth out of her basket.
The room was spacious, yet contained very little. No drapes, no carpet, not even a painting to grace the tall, milky walls. Nothing but a small basket in the middle of the room existed here. Dugan was fearful at first, having been sent here on a task he wanted no part in, and meeting with some stranger was not his cup of tea. He would much rather be on the fairway chasing down golf balls. However, he had to do as Jaded said; only the Gods knew what went on inside that head of hers. Slowly, he approached the basket, sniffing the air as he went along. There was definitely something in this room, the odor was not appealing in the least bit. Upon reaching the basket, so much like his own when he had been a tot, he raised his paw and shook the wicket frame gently.
"You awake in there?"
No response was given, but the basket did quake just the tiniest bit. Dugan cocked his head and puckered his bottom lip.
"Hello?"
Still, no noise arose from the basket. The young male was starting to become aggravated. Obviously, the creature within the basket was still alive, although the smell was a little deceiving. He laid down beside the basket, cradling his head on top of this paws and gave a snort.
"You know, this may sound silly, but I'm here to tell you a story."
Dugan watched the basket closely and was rewarded when the blanket formed a small gap between itself and the basket's cusp. He didn't want to stare, but he was sure he could make out an eye peeping out at him. He turned his head in the other direction, closed his eyes, and began again.
"I don't know who you are, but I've been told an awful lot about you. You see, my Jaded has an interest in you and that basket you currently reside in. She even went as far as buying this house and everything within it."
The basket shook, almost like a shiver and a little slurp was heard. Dugan smiled: he had gotten her attention.
"Jaded is usually a kind, loving individual, but you see, she has a few 'ticks' that we must watch out for. Do you know what anime is?"
The basket gave no response and stood still as it had been when the corgi had first arrived.
"Well that doesn't really matter, but Jaded also has this habit of cosplaying. I myself have been an unwilling participant several times. On one occasion, I had to be dipped and colored auburn, wear a feather behind my ear and a roman numeral painted on my hip, and oh, the worst part, I had to wear this god-awful tail extension. It was heavy as could be and when we finally got to wherever she had planned to take us, all these humans kept flocking over me. I could have died from humiliation...and glomping."
:gurgle:
"I suppose I got off track, my apologies. However, I cannot fulfill Jaded's next cosplay fantasy, for I am a boy. Jaded wouldn't dream of making me cross-dress. But she sat me down earlier and told me all about this anime she had watched awhile back. Something about a small fry and a suit of armor fighting these seven creatures created by man. And somehow the military got involved and then some people died.... But she spoke fondly of this one character, Sloth."
The entire blanket twisted and shook upon hearing the name. Dugan sat up in fear that the creature would jump out and attack. Now he could only see the shape of a head under the blanket and he thought it best to continue before Jaded made it back to check on his progress.
"Anyways, this creature, she played a special part in this show and Jaded wants you to play her. She's gone through the trouble of making you a black dress, long silk booties (gloves) and some sort of device that releases water. I'm not quite sure-"
:hiss:
Dugan took a couple of steps back when the basket began to move again; this time, the blanket almost slide off. He wanted to see what had become Jaded's latest fascination, but he was also afraid of what it was capable of. After a minute, the basket still had not calmed, perhaps her tail was beating along the rim of the basket's bottom. The corgi took a deep breath before looking at the ground and beginning once more.
"I understand you, I really do. I hate water and baths, despise them even. But you really don't have much say in the matter. When Jaded gets in here, she's gonna take you upstairs and make you smell all flowery. Then she's got to get you dressed for that con or wherever it is. Again, I don't really know you, but I don't want to see you suffer. Get out while you still can. We only have a little bit of time; if need be, I'll distract her while you make your getaway."
:coo:
"In truth, I haven't even told you the worst part. After cosplaying, she plans for you and I to -marry-. With a tuxedo and gown and all the fixings. I had no idea her mind had deteriorated this quickly, but she's finally lost it. She even said the p-word."
An ear from beneath the blanket perked up. Dugan understood he would have to elaborate.
"Puppies! She wants us to have puppies! I'm not ready to be a father yet! I haven't even smelled that many butts yet. Where's my life as a bachelor headed? I can't be tied down like that, no offense....."
After a few minutes of rambling, Jaded appeared in the doorframe, grinning ear to ear, clasping her hands together tightly.
"Well?"
Dugan sniffled before turning and smirking at the woman. Her plan had worked. As soon as Sloth had heard the word 'puppies', she had flipped over the basket, tumbled out of her blanket cocoon, and made a snail-paced 'run for it'. Dugan would have laughed at the whole situation, had he not remembered he'd be cosplaying in Sloth's place; as a dog with automail, whatever that was.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 4:21 pm
Taken From the Pages of Kira's Diary Quote: Dear Journal, Today was a rather…’interesting’ to say the least. It started off normal, but then I saw this basket and in this basket was a full grown Talaye. Now, for some reason, this lazy girl, no matter how much I tried, would not come out of her basket; I swear she’s suffering from the deadly sin of Sloth. Well, anyways, determined and hard headed as I am, I began to scheme on how I’d get this brat out of her basket and into the sun. First, I went and grabbed my alarm clock off from the night stand by my bed and set it by the basket. When it went off in that loud and annoying ‘BRIIIIIIIIIING’ a mallet, much to my surprise, came out from the basket and mashed the clock into dust… how the heck there was a mallet in there or where it came from I do not know, but I kid you not in the fact that it was there. So, still thinking along the lines of annoying noises, I tried everything possible that was loud and obnoxious; Country Music played really loud, Rap Music played really loud, Music played really loud, Air Horns, Sirens, even all the stupid annoying ringers on my cell phone! Still, nothing made this Sloth-like Talaye come out of her basket. Getting frustrated with the fact that this was going nowhere, I picked up the basket (boy was it heavy), turned it upside down, and gave it a few really good shakes…. Still, there was NOTHING. The blanket lay on the ground, and Slothy, that brat, clung upside down to the inside of the basket! Growling angrily, I put the basket down and grumbled marching off to retrieve a bucket of ice cold water. Maybe if I couldn’t shake her out, I could flood and freeze her out. By the time I came back, the blanket had somehow made its way back over the top of the basket. Without a word, I dumped the iced water all over the basket, and though there was much of the growling and other angry noises to be heard, there was still no head nor tail of Slothy coming out of her basket. Journal, I will not lie, it was around this time that my pyromaniac side began to take over the courses of thinking; if there was no basket, there would be no place for Slothy to be hiding in. ‘ Brilliant!’ I thought to myself, then set to work on concocting a scheme to get her all the way out. Of course, everything that involved fire ended in the ultimate end of Slothy, since the basket and blanket looked to be of highly flammable material, so that cut out all of the following ideas: Slow roasting the basket, using a flamethrower, using a flamethrower made of a match and airsal hairspray since you can’t really find a good flamethrower on the market these days, putting the basket on the grill, putting the basket on the stove, and putting the basket over an open fire. Finally, I settled on the only solution I could come up with that would destroy that basket once and for all without hurting the prize inside; wire cutters. Granted, originally the thought was a chain saw, but I thought the outcome might be a little more gory than it’s worth. Anyways, so there I was, laying on the ground in my camouflaged clothes with my wire cutters in hand. Slowly I snuck up on the basket… and then I attacked! Those fibers never stood a chance against my ambush, and soon the basket was no more and a rather angry looking Sloth stood among the carcass of her basket, glowering at me. ...By the way, Journal, did I mention I’m writing all of this in the ICU at a hospital? ~Kira
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