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| Tux | May 17 2008, 11:36 AM Post #1 |
Donning the Outfit
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Hey there again, people of SB. I'm here again to introduce a new session of short stories. These chronicles will take my characters and place them in most situations of everyday life. Some will be in realistic perspective, fiction perspective, or maniacal perspective (which will be through Sly's perspective only and other characters). Yes, I will be introducing new characters to entertain you all. Some I will try to make permanent, while the rest remain as NPC's. The first chronicle features Sly and Alexis in a quick summary of how life is for them, when they are together, away from adventuring. Corruption's voice will be the opening narrator, just to let you all to know. Without further adieu, let me present you all the first of many chronicle stories from yours truly. If you must comment, I highly appreciate constructive critique. Don't expect these stories to be extra long, for they are short. Some of them will be longer than others, but you'll see that for yourself. Thanks for your time, and enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Typical Day (Before The Kids) “In the small village of Nightshade, the areas around there are of a beautiful landscape. Simplicity at its best, a friendly environment, and good spots for all the young, rowdy ones to hang out. It is also here that a certain couple lives, spending the rest of their time together. The husband-to-be is always out and working, while the wife-to-be is at home, keeping the home tidy. We now see how life is for them, in the afternoon…” {October, 2; 12:23 PM} A male human, dressed in a long, brown coat, with a jade shirt underneath, black pants, and white/charcoal shoes is standing beside a small, simple home. Thin smoke emitting from a chimney set here, the windows in their circular designing, the house bathed in a peach coating, and he is standing in front of the door, sighing. Brushing his medium, spiky brown hair back, he grasps the door and opens it to see a loving female woman, dressed in a horizontal-striped blue/white blouse and faded jeans, her chestnut brown hair flying back as a small draft blows across the living room. “What took you so long, this time?” she asks him, waiting impatiently. “Ehh, just out for a walk. No adventuring this time, I swear,” the male answers, raising his right palm up. The woman smiling, the male takes this as a sign of approval, walking in to settle down and relax. In the living room, with numerous pictures of friends and family laying everywhere along the oak counters, the male takes a seat in a large couch, while the female takes a seat in a recliner, opposite to him, but facing him. “Sly, you worry me.” Gulping to hear her words of simplicity, he replies: “Look Alexis, I’m not tryin’ to do this on purpose. Hell, I always think of you whenever I’m gone.” “Really? Why don’t you take me with you on any of your trips, then?” she asks, stressing Sly out. “It’s just…” Sweat began rolling down his forehead, thinking of a way to satisfy her, without breaking down. “It’s just, what?” She crosses her legs and folds her arms, waiting for him to answer. “darn it, woman. These trips are just too dangerous for you, and besides,” he pauses, getting up from the couch and walking to her, caressing her left cheek, “I don’t want to see your pretty self all scarred and scratched because of some child’s decision.” He ends his statement with a smile, the woman jerking away from him, looking the other way. “I don’t believe you,” she answers, grinning evilly. “I’m dead serious!!” he whines playfully. “You know that…” Alexis turns around and punches Sly’s right shoulder, causing him to flinch and rub his shoulder, though the injury was not critical. The two lunge at each other and give a passionate kiss to each other’s lips, holding one another tight. Leaning their heads back, they speak the following: “Still clever, child,” Sly tells her, grinning. “Still the same kid I always loved,” Alexis replies, chuckling. Breaking apart from the hug, they look towards the kitchen and find thick smoke appearing from the stove. “The food!!” the two shout in unison, rushing over to the kitchen to deal with the problem, together. {4 Minutes Later} The two are found sitting opposite from each other in a small table, eating the burnt food she prepared from earlier. Some vegetables, corn, potatoes and steak lay in front of them, smelling burnt, with glasses of red wine to their side, with the exception of Sly who has an extra glass of orange soda, in case the wine is finished earlier. With Alexis shaking her head from side-to-side, grinning, the two eat together in peace. “When will you leave again?” she asks, making quick conversation. “I plan on staying here a while, ‘fore I leave again. Figured I tour the world, once more, see who I meet, what kind of mess I’ll get myself into.” Fiddling around with the potatoes with a fork, she tells him: “You must have thought of everything.” “Heh, that I have, babe. That I have.” Sighing, the two stop and look to each other, exchanging looks. “Don’t worry. I promise not to get myself killed this time.” “No, don’t you worry about that. If I find out something sneaky from you, I’ll kill you.” Her words concerned Sly greatly, his smile crooked. Sighing, she tells him: “Don’t take stuff so seriously.” “You, scare me sometimes,” he answers softly. “I, scare you? Please…” She laughs, while he plays with his fiddles around with his food, grinning a few seconds after. “Woman, one day, you’ll be the true death of me.” “Sooner than you think,” she retorts, the two finishing up their early dinner. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | May 17 2008, 12:55 PM Post #2 |
Christmas is back again
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What is there to be given towards something as a perfect sample of a short story about Sly and Alexis. There is no such thing as grammer faults, and there is both some humor and with a good explenation about their surroundings and even how they play around with the food while speaking. Now that speaks for it self. Excellent piece of art with words here mate. 
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| Tux | May 18 2008, 01:46 PM Post #3 |
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Donning the Outfit
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Blu blu blu, thankies, mang. Humor: teh best medicine evah. That aside, here's new installment which features Hector and his weapon demonstration, as well as learning a little bit more about himself. Enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Code of Freedom “In the outskirts of one of the vast, barren wastelands far beyond deserts, lies a swordsman who continues to train himself, preparing for any sudden obstacle to occur. It is strange to see that a lone swordsman, pair himself up with just anyone, but has found the true meaning of friendship in the eyes of a goofy human. His story holds many a secretive past…” {November 4; 11:56 PM} Inhale; then a slow exhale. In a barren wasteland, lies a Tasmanian tiger swordsman, coated in a tan coat, a horizontal blue stripe across his snout, a flick of fur sticking outward from the forehead, bearing a thin gray coat, shirtless underneath and loose brown pants, barefooted. Aside the right waist laid a sheath for his blade, which is now empty, for he carries the blade and swings it about in a calm manner. Rain begins to pour from the heavens, his eyes closed for greater concentration. He begins with a diagonal left slash, following it with a right horizontal; twisting his body to the right, he brings the blade behind him and stabs backwards, twisting the hilt to ensure a final blow. Executing a back flip, launching the swordsman upward, he plants his blade into the ground and uses the momentum to swing his body around, his legs outward, swinging around the hilt thrice before leaping off and switching to hand-to-hand combat. Balling his right hand into a fist, he executes a straight jab, then a left under-jab, following it with a right hook, and finishes the combo with a left back kick, beads of water flying about from the foot. Gently bringing his foot down to the earth below, the soil begins to moisten, yet he will not let a flaw like this stop him. Launching his right palm upward and following it with a jumping two-hit kick combo, he leaps backward, sliding across the muddy ground, grasping his blade and pulling it out, earth’s crust on the tip of his blade. Running forward with his blade outward to the left, he unleashes two quick, forward slashes, before leaping upwards and striking the wet soil with a splitter slash. Lightning struck when his blade touched the ground, his gray eyes presenting themselves to find the night sky, the rain and the sound of thunder, inviting him to dance with them. Switching his blade to show the hilt in front, he thrusts forward and switches the blade back around; launching himself forward, executing a fan kick, he stabs backward with a tight grip on the blade. The swordsman then performs a head butt, following it with a rising knee; using that momentum, he back flips and pierces the ground once more, swinging his legs outward. Bringing his legs upward, he leans forward, retrieves his blade and executes a strong splitter slash, lightning following afterwards. As he stops, his heart races in excitement, standing upward as if past memories were coming back to him. {Flashback} In the past, he was an assassin, a cold-hearted one at that. Ordered to kill targets, without questioning his masters and those in a higher rank than him. He has killed many innocents, brought heroes to their knees, all in swift movement. Fatal Fang was the guild he worked for, aiding young killers-to-be to succeed the elders for when their time is up. When he was assigned to eliminate a certain human target, all was changed that one day. The human he fought was unlike any other he had encountered. The human was tricky, but this was only a mere human to him. How could he have been beaten? Awaiting his honorable death by the human, since this is what the swordsman believed in, the human refused. Angered by the human’s actions, he barked for the human to claim his life, for this would be dishonorable for the Tasmanian tiger. “You still can make your own choice. Why give up now, when there are so many possibilities?” The human told him, leaving the premises, with a thinking swordsman kneeling about his words… {End Flashback} Continuing his swordplay demonstration to sharpen his skills, the swordsman attacks in ferocity, his movement in grace, adapting to the environment around him. The sound of thunder: his music; the rain: his drink; the lightning: his audience. Loud claps praise him, beads rehydrate his sore body, he stomps the ground in might just before cleaning his blade and slowly sheathing his blade. “If not for you, I would have not taken this path. I thank you…” {12:00 PM} “…young child of prophecy.” His eyes shut close and reopen, leaving the wastelands, in search for shelter. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | May 18 2008, 01:58 PM Post #4 |
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An excellent swordplay performance by using words that i feel stays hard to find when my self is about to lend a word. While a refreshing flashback made me just read with awe. Pure and excellent part to your Tasmanian Tiger. 
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| Tux | May 19 2008, 06:24 PM Post #5 |
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Donning the Outfit
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It hard like a bish to come up with the right, at least, amount of style for him. Unless I coulda use, "Slash, Kick, Kick, Punch, Slash", and see where things would go from there, XD. Ahem, another installment in teh chronicles. This chronicle features both Arkham and Rez (only in the flashback section). Arkham awakes to find that he is in a long, dark and dank underground tunnel, and realizes that neither way present light, but only the tiny speck of light from where, he thinks, he may have fallen from. So now he tries to find a way out, and reminisces about an earlier conversation with another of the three brothers. I wanted to go back to a darker mood for this chronicle and wanted to make the situation more harder for the character. He has no flashlight, elements are useless and to top it off, the body suffers heavy fatigue. Quite the scary scenario for any person, unless they know how to spend their time. Hope this intrigues you all. Best read when listening to this track here. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- To Dream When one risks his or her life to uncover the truth behind an event, one does not know of the consequences they will have to face later. The burdens may become too much for them, death may seem like a reasonable option. For those that survive death, their fates are far worse. One of the triumvirate brothers realizes this… {August 6; 8:24 PM} …The view is blurry. Drip, drip, drip. A body slowly rises from a small stream in an underground tunnel. Groaning, the body places its hand over its head, looking upwards to see a narrow speck of light, high above it. “Ugh…what, happened??” From the smooth, deep voice tone of the body, it is of a male being. The male then stumbles forward, nearly tripping into the stream. Slowly turning around, he finds black from behind. Looking ahead of him, he finds the same colouring; no light, but the one above, presents itself. “Where, am I??” he questions the empty walls of the tunnel, more beads of water crashing down to the stream and ledges next to him. His body feels weak, not enough to carry his own weight to reach to the top of a ledge. His vision coming back to him, a pain in the left side of his waist occurs, forcing to lay his right hand over it. Limping his way for forward, his breathing becomes irregular; no doubt that the long sleep might have caused such irregular breathing to happen. He does not even know how long he has been out for, especially how he came to this place. Did he fall by accident? Perhaps he was pushed in? If so, who, or what, did it? He knows that he could have avoided this; he has the strength to prove it. Maybe he had overlooked something… {Flashback} Two figures are shown in a large, elegant study hall: one of a blood-red velociraptor in tattered clothing, and the same man walking through the tunnel, identified as a jet-black komodo dragon, clothed in a brown, leather coat and dark brown pants. The komodo looks to the velociraptor and notes the strange behavior from it. “What are you up to this time??” It does not answer, it only growls, ready to strike the komodo down. “Brother, calm yourself!! You can defeat the entity from within!! Force it out of your—!” “There is nothing you can do to save this soul,” the velociraptor spoke, only it was not his voice, but of another inside of it. It charges after the komodo and everything turns white. {End Flashback} “…I remember a…door from below opening,” he mouthed out, the words echoing softly off the walls, “…how could I have been so foolish?? He cannot be saved. Even worse, how am I to escape this endless road??” So onward he walks, the pain surging through his body, making it difficult to even make a step forward. Slowly, he kneels into the stream, glancing at his own dim reflection. Jagged fangs and a grinning demon smile appears from the reflection, his breathing returning to normal state. Forcing his body to continue onward, small ripples form from beneath him, bouncing off the lower portions of the ledges. He then disappears into the unknown, determined to find a way out. The thoughts of confusion bind his mind; he also wishes to know why this happened and for what purpose it will serve. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | May 20 2008, 08:18 AM Post #6 |
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Another great installment by letting me know more about Arkham and Rez. Did n't know he was a velociraptor or was he the komodo. Anyway, the flashback did turn into something i could leave a single word to. Astonishing though what happend as the flash occured is another story. While enjoyed it from the top, down towards it's toes.
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| Tux | May 25 2008, 07:51 PM Post #7 |
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Donning the Outfit
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Heh, think I might need to work more on the flashback-ing and going back to reality-ing, a tad bit more til I can get the hang of it. Thanks again, mang, and any other reader that has read, but yet to comment. I have the next installation which involves two friends and drinks. Wanna know more? Then read and find out what happens, XP. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No Drinking The world is full of fighting. What is your reason for fighting today? {March 12; 9:00 AM} In the heart of a thick jungle, lies a large wooden platform that rises above the root level of the many trees that reside. Four lit torches sit themselves in each of the corners, tiny flies buzzing across the area, squawking birds in the far distances. Coming on to the platform are two well-built male warriors; the first one is an arctic tiger, white being the dominant color and his stripes the black; he is dressed in tan pants, suitable for easy movement and nothing more. His red eyes leer at his opponent, being an alligator, green being the dominant color, his tail as strong as metal; he is clothed in light orange pants, decorated with jade vertical stripes at the very bottom. The alligator’s violet eyes meet with the tiger’s red and the two prepare to go into combat. Both spread their legs apart slightly to attain a certain distance and keep both arms held to their sides, clenching and cracking the knuckles. As the alligator stomps the platform with his left leg, a board flies, loosely, upward and backhands the piece to break it in half. The tiger gently sways his body movement to gather spiritual energy and to relive himself of weld-up tension. The two lock eyes, let out their battle roar and lunge at one another, engaging in combat. The two engage in a grapple, as they both attempt to throw one another to the side. They soon break from the hold and the tiger is the first to throw an attack, a jab to the midsection of the alligator. The alligator leaps back, arching his back outward and dodges the incoming jab; quickly, he rolls forward and lets his rough tail fly towards the tiger’s right thigh area. The attack connects and forces the tiger to stagger back, slightly. Using whatever momentum left, the alligator lunges with a cross arm chop to the tiger’s chest; clenching his right fist, the tiger falls backward before the attack could connect, catches the alligator’s arms, plants his foot on the airborne reptile and hurls him into one of the corners, crashing. The impact, however, did not break the corner but weakened it greatly. Pushing himself up, the reptile runs to the feline, who seems to be coming up with a plan. The reptile slightly lifts his left leg, forcing the feline to hold his hands in a position to catch it midway; instead, the alligator stomps his leg down, leaps upward and delivers a drop kick to the tiger’s face. The tiger rolls backward, trying to regain balance and succeeds by skidding on the smooth platform, dust flying off in the opposite direction. As the alligator lands to the ground, the tiger immediately leaps forward in a great burst of speed and stomps the alligator’s stomach, soon kicked in the back to fly off the reptile. Flipping himself up, the reptile executes a backhand which collides with the feline’s elbow. Holding in that position, they switch to another pattern; the alligator binds his hands together and comes crashing down with a dropping hammer fist, while the tiger performs a rising hammer fist, the two colliding. Releasing their hands to allow oxygen to enter within them, they strengthen their legs and proceed to fighting. The reptile executes a roundhouse; the feline ducks underneath and counters with a rising knee; hit from the rising knee, the reptile forces his body, while in mid-air, forward and executes a quick, singular drop kick to the tiger’s face, the two falling downward once more. Baring their sharp teeth at each other, the two engage in extreme combat; the two commence in numerous fist techniques, then foot techniques, sweat already dripping to the dry wood below. They soon engage in grapple techniques; the tiger grabs the reptile around the waist, punches the left side of his face and unleashes a german suplex. The reptile gets up, despite the pain dealt to him, runs and catches the standing feline’s head, leaps forward and executes a hammer throw, suffering great injury. As the alligator flips his body around to go for a submission, the tiger snaps and grabs his arms, twists them, stands and throws him over to the ground, another piece of wood flying out. The reptile, now on his back, eyes the tiger’s lower leg areas, wraps his hands around the feline’s ankles and pulls with great force, tripping him. Swiftly, the alligator leaps aboard the tiger and executes many punches; in return, the tiger sees an opening, dodges the next punch, forces the alligator to his back and does the same. The two break and stay a good distance from one another, panting as strong fatigue sets in. A while has passed, and the sun is still high, just a little over to the east. The two catch their breath, stand upright and eye at each other, letting out wild laughter. “Ahh, haven’t had that much excitement in weeks,” bellowed the tiger, a strong smooth voice emitting from him. “A while longer, and you would have been begging for mercy,” the alligator replies, pointing a scaly finger towards the feline, a husky voice emitting from him. “I only lost the touch of battle’s grace, and nothing more,” the feline growls in defense, planting his feet firmly on the platform. “Again with the excuses? Pitiful,” the reptile answers, laughing some more. “Hah, what say we head back for drinks? I know you could use one,” the feline grins slyly, knowing one of the reptiles’ weaknesses. “After listening to more of your rants, yes,” he answers, the tiger quickly swinging an arm around the alligator’s neck, brushing his fist to the scaly head of his friend. The two continue to conversate as they walk side-by-side deeper into the jungle, with the tiger laughing up a storm. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | May 26 2008, 10:21 AM Post #8 |
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What would only stand as the truth. You will be a great challenger for the title in the tournament if you deside to join. I am amased by reading through a battle that would only turn in a friendly sparring, though with seriousness that would only made me lay flat on the ground. Great installement that is. Will be waiting for more.
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| Lord Tora Unlimited Crusader | May 27 2008, 12:38 AM Post #9 |
【The Knight of Tigers 】
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| Tux | Jun 7 2008, 11:20 PM Post #10 |
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Donning the Outfit
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(Late reply.) I thank you both. Been a long while since i submitted something, but here's another one. It tells of a demon trying to find an escape and stuffs. Wanna know what happens to it? Read and find out. Listen to first song only, after you've read the bolded intro. (Ends at 2:09) It gives that certain mood to it. And yes: this story is Mature-rated. Warning to those that think too good with thier imaginary skills. Silent Film What drives the sane, insane? The insane, sane? Sensitivity to the spiritual world? Near-fatal accidents? Revelations? Or perhaps, the hunger for more? Wise to keep the mad ones locked away, but foolish to leave the lock unattended to. Someone, or rather something, could try to destroy the lock…. Ravenous howls echo off the deaden walls of the void, oozing in burgundy, violet, hunter green, and jet black. The colours take their turns separately, combining with the black; sometimes three colours appear, and a rare case, all four. Presented betwixt the oozing walls is an endless, narrow corridor, keeping a hidden secret deep within. The howls continue and revealed ahead is a rusty silver cage: the bars are under heavy damaging, dried blood rests in numerous spots inside, a dirty skull sits next to the upper-left corner, eyeing at the beast who attempts to set itself free. The beast is a naked demon; brimming golden eyes, rough dark-red skin, claws up to five feet long for the hands, pointed ears, well-toned, with a slightly slim physique. Biting, clawing, cursing, and thunderous roars, it delivers a great kick to the bars ahead; within seconds, the bars collapse. Astonished, the eyes widen and an excited smile extends widely, baring its sharp fangs. A weak chuckle escapes its scarred throat, followed by laughters of excitement. Satisfied, it lunges from the cage and proceeds forward, running at a mad speed of Mach 3. Tiny clouds of ash rise as the demon ventures forward through the explicit corridor, now converting into slideshows that are seen in the world, at that very moment. The silent black-and-white films replace the null coloured walls, the demon slows down its pace to glance at few. The first shows of a romantic couple, a male presenting a gift to a female; the second of the inside of an asylum, sound emitting from it, the sounds of groaning and sudden laughter; a third shows of a villain wreaking havoc upon a village, keeping an iron fist, unsatisfied. Realizing as more films appear on the walls, the sound effects become louder, an endless array of arrows launched towards its ears. Its excited smile begins to fade, yet maintains itself as the demon dashes towards a speck of light that shines ahead of it. Releasing a sudden “Hah!!”, it echoes off the films, silencing them, dramatically into black. Demons show no fear, no matter what the cause or situation; this time is different. The sudden void rang in the demon’s ears, causing a slight wrack to its body as it ran madly ahead. Its legs begin to tire, its breath begins to shorten, time feels slow around it. Clenching its fists, two films reappear but of people suffering agony at the hands of Grim’s loyal servants. Their screams catch it off-guard, its legs working well, despite a slight pain to the right calf. Another four come into view, this time in the form of various laughter from different tones. The low-toned sent pain to its neck, the between-toned sent pain to the legs, the high-toned sent pains to the chest, while the shriek-toned smashes its head. As each second passes, more films come from all directions, laughing, crying, suffering, children laughing. It became too much for the demon to bear; it looks ahead for the speck of light and finds it farther than usual. Twitching, it pushes its limits to reach for that light, that last bit of hope, of relief from this damned place. Some films jumped right into its ears, deafening it momentarily, the brain processing too much information; eventually, the pain transcended into its eyes, becoming blind for the moment. It remembered to stay forward and not linger anywhere else. That, it did and when vision came to, the speck of light was still out of view. Irregular breathing seeped in, its veins came into view, oh god, how it wants to escape from this madhouse of horrors! Its deaf ears signal the paths to take; its semi-blind eyes tell it not to trust the films’ traps. Leave! Leave! Out of this netherealm, and into salvation!! Strangely, it brought it closer to the light, and overjoyed, its spreads its smile wide to the point where the jaws are far beyond the pain it can endure. The legs already swollen, the head throbbing of the continuous chaos from both sides, the light was within view! It extends it right arm, the claws scratching at thin air, snarling, roaring to open the portal wider! Free!!! Lunging through the light, it enters a room filled with holy light, searing its skin in third-degree burns. It looks to its claws, the skin peeling right off in big chunks. It screams, oh how that demon screamed for its life, begging not to have leapt through that very hole, not to have escaped from the cage it dwelled from. But nay, the pure light condemns it for its stupidity, believing that escape can come so easily when faced with the Reaper itself. Kneeling while holding the muscle portion of its face, whatever skin is left on it, it continues to scream and looks back to see that damned hole, closing. Lying on the ground, it scampers, the best it could, across the ground to reach the hole in time, heavy smoke flying off the many points of its, truly naked body. It extends a weak arm to the hole; it shuts itself close, like the mean child it is. Inside of the corridor, the demon’s screams complement to the numerous films that play in the narrow corridor, soon disappearing to the colours that were previously shown. The cage that it escaped from, that same skull, the void in its eyes… …was it prey to that hungry demon? Or there to have warned it? A dim light reveals itself in the abyss of the left socket, its secrets never to be found. |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jun 8 2008, 01:46 AM Post #11 |
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O my, the demon's doom what would be his freedom. I almost felt sad for the demon's life there for a moment, not able to reach back through the hole. Another great addition here. You should consider joining the writers club after all. This stands close to what i feel is epic. Awesome work here. B) |
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| Tux | Jun 18 2008, 10:53 AM Post #12 |
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Donning the Outfit
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('Nother late reply.) Still working on tryin' to reach "Epic" level, but getting thar, XD. Thanks for opinion. Now for next installation. This one features three more characters, the Fabled Couple, and a Berserker dueling it out in a large stadium. It's practice for those "Epic Fighting Scenes", where anything is possible and stuffs. You will be seeing more of these, hopefully, in a better version than this, XP. On with the opinionated answers.... Xtreme Situation (Practice) Drowsy Stadium… A massive building that stands ten stories high, rows of seats piling in each level. Many flags fly at the very top, lights showering downward on whatever event is held here. A man, whose last name happened to be Drowsy, founded this very building in honor of many sports that were to be held here. At night is where the stadium looked its best, yet on this particular night, an unreserved match is to take place… {February 3; 2:13 AM} In the southwestern region of the stadium lies a double-door entrance, holding firmly in place. The lights are on, a sudden breeze kicks in; the door begins to bang in anger. Thrice, and four more, the entrance burst wide open, a flying lizard in tatters skidding along the concrete ground. From the entrance are two people, a couple, both human; a male with short black hair, white dress shirt and gray slacks, black dress shoes, around the age of fifty; a female with a brown/yellow ponytail, wearing a long green dress just a little below the knee point, with short-heeled black shoes, around the age of fifty also. The lizard leaps upward and reveals itself to be a Berserker lizard, the dangerous of most styles to ever be taught to one person. Its fangs drooling in its saliva, its eyes: they bear a bullseye design, only the inner ring. The couple pants slowly as the lizard charges without hesitation. Lashing a right claw towards them, the two ducked underneath it and brought themselves with a rising knee; the lizard takes the pairs’ attack and elbows them in their chests, causing them to stumble. As it lunges towards the woman, the man regains his balance and leaps towards it, taking a slash to the left shoulder. In mid-air, the male grabs the lizard with the right arm and proceeds to choking the life from it. Gasping, the lizard shoves its claws into the male’s right ab and breaks free, leaping to its feet, scratching at his stomach and finishes with a strong kick to the stomach, sending the male flying into a concrete wall, bouncing downward to the ground. The lizard turns around to go after the woman when it receives the bottom spike portion of the heel to its right shoulder. Twitching, the lizard grabs the woman’s right arm, scratching away her flesh; the woman escapes the hold, with little flesh torn off, a shoe impaled in the lizard’s shoulder still. She pushes it away and proceeds with a back kick, popping the Berserker in mid-air; she attempts a crescent kick and succeeds, but suffers great damage to her left leg as the Berserker lizard swiftly slashed at it. Falling from the injury, she grabs at her open wounded leg, trying to keep pressure on it; the Berserker gave her no chance to react to its swift movements. It lashed many a swift claw, and she dodges most of them, some colliding with her face and arms. As it goes for the impalement to her breast, the male comes from behind, grabs the Berserker firmly and smashes it into a wall, the concrete from it shattering from its place. Still keeping a firm hold on it, the male then hurls it across the long, tedious corridors of the stadium, finally coming to a standstill as it crashes into a wide, thick pole, lying unconscious. The man helps the woman with her leg and the two take their time towards the Berserker, making sure it stays unconscious. Panting, they check on one another: “Are you okay, Elizabeth?” the man asks his life partner, concerned heavily for the leg injury. “I’m fine. Thank you, Robert,” she replies to her life partner as the two look down towards the pole to find that the Berserker is no longer there, “Robert!!” Clenching his left fist, the blood trickling down to it, he helps her towards the staircase near them until the Berserker leaps at the injured couple and strikes. The woman flies off towards one of the many halls, her other shoe skidding towards her, while Robert is sent flying down half of the rows in the first level of the stadium, quickly regaining balance, at the loss of his left arm. The Berserker leaps at the injured Robert and produces more slashes towards his broken left arm, his screams shattering the lonely silence that fills the massive arena. Forcing his left arm to defend against another oncoming attack, he attacks the lizard with a jab to its abdomen, slightly stunning it, then trips the lizard who falls on its nose upon one of the stairs. Face down on its belly, the lizard uses its tail and smacks the right arm into further submission, tearing away of the bicep flesh, a tiny spray of blood flying from it. Grinding his teeth from the pain, he receives another tail attack from the Berserker and falls down another row, weak and dazed. Laughing from the glory, the Berserker leaps upward to send a downward claw to his head; finally killing him at last, Elizabeth comes flying from the corridors and executes a flying kick to the airborne Berserker, its hisses heard as it flies down the remaining rows, crashing head first ontu the grassy plain below. She lands safely a row behind Robert and goes to his aid. “You, alright, baby??” Robert coughs out to her. “Oh, you,” Elizabeth manages to smile at the injured Robert, helping him up to his feet, “let’s make sure it stays dead, hmm?” He nods and the two perform a daring leap to the plain below; he lands first, still concerned for her leg injury, and catches her. They find the Berserker thrashing on the ground, leaping upwards as they find the shoe impaled in him, from earlier, now in its right eye. With its other eye, it lunges at the couple once more, determined to mutilate them for the mistake they have made. Their fists in anger, Robert executes a quick jab to its chest, the Berserker receives the hit but slashes at his right arm, the clothes now in a mess. Elizabeth then moves in, executes a rising knee to the Berserker’s chin area and while it comes crashing down, she retrieves her other shoe, slips it on and stomps on the lizard’s head and heart areas, the lizard continuing its thrashing until few seconds passed when it finally gave up the ghost. Twitching all over his body, Robert helps Elizabeth off of the Berserker and hold each other, well aware of the blood dripping from their bodies, inhaling and exhaling softly. “As how he would put it, ‘Never pass out on a Make-Sure Shot possibility’,” he coughed out. Elizabeth could not agree any more. The two made their way up the rows to the main entrance, the Berserker now dead. A small twitch from the body is made while the couple had their backs turned on it… |
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| Lord DragonFlame | Jun 18 2008, 11:26 AM Post #13 |
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Christmas is back again
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Another great installement here. Lots of action with countless with jabbing and kicking making it sound dramatic with tons of action sparkling the battlefield with countless with crowds chearing out loud.  I cant wait if you deside to put forth another goodie.
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| Tux | Jun 18 2008, 12:25 PM Post #14 |
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Donning the Outfit
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I seriously don't know why my brain fizzles after an installation is complete. Too much of "it" in it, since I can't say "Epicness" yet. OH SNAP. EGO BOOST ATTEMPT. NOT COOLIES. lol. Thanks for your comment, mang. |
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| Tux | Jun 26 2008, 04:58 PM Post #15 |
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Donning the Outfit
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Here again with another installment. This is the follow-up to TD (Before The Kids), which is appropriately named, XD. Heh, if you haven't read it, I suggest doing that, before reading this follow-up, yes? Enjoy. Typical Day (After The Kids) A man, wearing a brown coat and blue pants with his medium black hair hanging down to the neck area, comes to the front of his house, tired as ever, his body worn from today's labor. Anger is filled in his eyes, and he still waits on his check to come by so that he can feed both him and his wife. Opening the door, after straightening himself out, he storms inside, looks straight ahead and lashes out his right arm forward, holding a fist. "Hah!!" he grunted, keeping the fist steady. "Nyah!!" a little girl around the age of eight shouts, holding her right hand outward, her thumb to the left and pinky to the right. A smile washes away the man's burden and scoops up the little girl in his arms and places her on his shoulders. She wraps her arms around his neck, while her legs dangle from the shoulders of the man. "We're flying, we're flying!!" the man says playfully, hearing the child giggle as the man swerves about inside the living room, "and now we're falling," he tells her with a good impression of a saddened face, stumbling to the right, the child's laughter continuing. "Hm, alright you two, settle down," the wife tells them, her voice heard from the kitchen where she is preparing dinner for the family. Cutting up some lettuce and tomatoes on a cutting board, underneath the table lies a small boy around the age of six, eyeing his mother's every movement as well as keeping his eyes on the delicious food he cannot wait to eat. Pulling on the mother's dress as she cuts, she halts on her actions, looks downward and finds the son, grinning and waiting when the food will be done. "Go and wait in the living room. Your father's there," she tells him, the little son pouting once he hears this. She shakes her head and continues preparation while the son greets his father who is seen on a recliner, and the daughter on the stretch couch, sitting up properly. The son enters the conversation by hopping on the couch with his sister, scooting opposite from her and lying on his back. "Your sister has been telling me that you were being a little hell raiser again, weren't you?" the father asks the son, who is seen shaking his head in disagreement. "It's true!" shouted the sister, only making it worse for the son, turning away from his father. "Anyway, how was school today for the both of you?" the father changes the subject, waiting to hear any accomplishments made by his own children. "I got an A in my Math class, daddy," the daughter tells him with glee. "Ahh, wonderful. Proud of you; you know I might need your help next time I pay the bills, ya?" the father joked around, hearing his daughter giggle from the joke. "What about you, son? Do anything cool?" he attempts to grab his son's attention, but to no avail. "Hmph," was all the little boy could say. "You were probably being a dummy again, huh?" the sister accused her brother. Offended by this remark, the little boy sits upward and looks his sister in the eye: "Hey, I'm tryin' to bring happy to the dull there. Since when have we seen smiles there??" "Alright, you two. Don't start anything or else it'll be my head," the father tells the two, the wife just above him while he relaxes in the recliner. "Sooner than you think," she replies, forcing the husband to leap from the recliner, acting like a feline would do when surprised, causing the wife and daughter to laugh; a small chuckle escapes from the son. "Dad...hey, least I knows where I gots my funny from, hee," boasted the son who leaps off the couch and poses heroically. The father calms down and walks to his son, patting his tiny hair: "Least I know it ain't going to die, heh." The son only chuckled in response. The husband looks to his wife, who stands by the daughter and tells her: "I swear, it's if we created two mini versions of ourselves, don't you think so, baby?" She nods in response, grinning while hugging her daughter. The son raises his nose upward and takes a whiff of a peculiar scent: "What's dat smell?" The entire family look towards the kitchen and find thin smoke rising from the very stove that held the main dinner. "Not again...!!" the husband and wife strike their faces with their palms, telling their children to stay in the living room while they deal with the small problem. In secret, the children go in to help them out. -It's only another day in your average, married life, I guess, heh...- (If anyone could guess correctly, in the beginning, of how I based the intro, high five and premium cookie to you, heh.) |
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