Post by Gary Frat and Dave Reid on Jul 10, 2007 23:10:12 GMT -5
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The woods creaked, the thunder clapped, and the wind swirlled all around them as they huddled together beneath the shelter of some large roots. They were fucked, royally screwed, and they knew it. Not only were they responcible for some of the worst writings ever concieved for a string of roleplays, but they had wandered the wilderness aimlessly for almost 8 hours now, and soon, without food, or water, they would die.
"Dixteen...Dixteen...double...dixteen..."
"Would...you...shut...the...hell...up..."
Lightning crashed, and the squat humanoid with the big tungue that he hugged in to, stood up and began to scream.
ARRGHBLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
And began to run. He headed through the shadows, drippling and bippling something about wild salmon...or more accurately, tild tamon.
"Get...back...here...we...need...body...heat..."
He had to get him back.
It was his only hope...for revenge.
He got up and began the chase, instantly nailing a tree head on.
AHHHHHH!
Reblah!!!
There he was...going in circles around him...bright as a slug he was, but he was out there, and he had heart, of that he was sure. He had to get him back.
The chase began, the greedy limbs of every bloody tree in the northern Alberta forest(a slight exajuration), smacking him across the face and tearing at his tender skin, and sticking all throughout his beard.
T
"Get back here!'
He was somewhere up ahead, the sounds of his blathering dying out amongst the thunder, but up there somewhere nonetheless. He pressed on, when suddenly a shadow appeared that looked nothing like a bear, but for that mere instant that he did indeed see the tiny 1 foot shape approach him, he thought he was a dead man.
He screamed, his mind losing all thought. The wendigo had taken him, he had been disolved by the forest. Now he pressed on holding hands with insanity, and nothing could save him...
He began to tumble...no, it didn't matter, no matter how many hills he fell down, the forest had claimed him, like so many others lost in the woods for such a long time...
DIXTEEN!
Smack!
He hit his head hard on something. He opened his eyes, and there before him was a rock...but that wasn't important. There before him , standing and overlooking a cliff edge in the lightning, was his retarded friend, and beneath him...
Fort McMurray Alberta Canada...
His target...
He had reached it...
And now it was time...
For revenge!!!!!
J
The woods creaked, the thunder clapped, and the wind swirlled all around them as they huddled together beneath the shelter of some large roots. They were fucked, royally screwed, and they knew it. Not only were they responcible for some of the worst writings ever concieved for a string of roleplays, but they had wandered the wilderness aimlessly for almost 8 hours now, and soon, without food, or water, they would die.
"Dixteen...Dixteen...double...dixteen..."
"Would...you...shut...the...hell...up..."
Lightning crashed, and the squat humanoid with the big tungue that he hugged in to, stood up and began to scream.
ARRGHBLAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
And began to run. He headed through the shadows, drippling and bippling something about wild salmon...or more accurately, tild tamon.
"Get...back...here...we...need...body...heat..."
He had to get him back.
It was his only hope...for revenge.
He got up and began the chase, instantly nailing a tree head on.
AHHHHHH!
Reblah!!!
There he was...going in circles around him...bright as a slug he was, but he was out there, and he had heart, of that he was sure. He had to get him back.
The chase began, the greedy limbs of every bloody tree in the northern Alberta forest(a slight exajuration), smacking him across the face and tearing at his tender skin, and sticking all throughout his beard.
T
"Get back here!'
He was somewhere up ahead, the sounds of his blathering dying out amongst the thunder, but up there somewhere nonetheless. He pressed on, when suddenly a shadow appeared that looked nothing like a bear, but for that mere instant that he did indeed see the tiny 1 foot shape approach him, he thought he was a dead man.
He screamed, his mind losing all thought. The wendigo had taken him, he had been disolved by the forest. Now he pressed on holding hands with insanity, and nothing could save him...
He began to tumble...no, it didn't matter, no matter how many hills he fell down, the forest had claimed him, like so many others lost in the woods for such a long time...
DIXTEEN!
Smack!
He hit his head hard on something. He opened his eyes, and there before him was a rock...but that wasn't important. There before him , standing and overlooking a cliff edge in the lightning, was his retarded friend, and beneath him...
Fort McMurray Alberta Canada...
His target...
He had reached it...
And now it was time...
For revenge!!!!!
J