ART Chronicles

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ART Chronicles; Not your garden-variety stories now...
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Tux	Oct 21 2008, 04:02 PM Post #31
Donning the Outfit Posts: 1,863 Group: S Rank Hero Member #1,450 Joined: June 23, 2007	Ahh, I'm barely working my way up the "Epic" scale, barely, XD. But yes, next installment. Okay, in order to understand this one, go back and read "Ring-Tailed Legend". This is the follow-up to it, so expect a little more on his portion of the story. Using a simliar format as "Cherished Moments/Epilogue", still wants some critique, yes? (By the way, this plays as soon as you begin reading. The video is the key inspiration as to why I titled this piece what it is, shown below.) T.R.O.Y. So I head for the front door after I hear Tex call me out; he said something about showing me an event occurring outside. Knowing if it’s a big event, it would either be in the plaza square or just on top of the mountain. Oh wait, fur’s a little messy here… (Avery looks down to a wooden table and spots two photographs of his mother, father, brother and himself, a digital clock and a small red comb. He reaches for it and fixes his top fur, soon laying it back down on the table, heading outside.) Ah, there is his, same old ‘yote. Hold on, is he still wearing that damned aqua shirt and beige pants combo from yesterday? Ahh, this boy needs to step it up when it comes to hygiene, but however he wishes to go through the day. Hmm, wonder what’s the big news…I don’t see anyone here yet… “Yo, Avery! What’s good with you man?” (The two slide their left and right forearms against one another and shake firmly, letting go.) “You…called me out for something…??” (Avery looks to the coyote in a puzzling gesture.) “…! Oh yeah, come with me to the plaza square! You’re gonna love what’s happening there, man!” (Tex Already sprints ahead, stopping to turn back to an immobile Avery. He urges for him to follow so that he would show Avery the surprise.) Hmm, something that I would like? I do like diversity much, but there are certain things that interest me so and I only tell them to my closest friends and family. Wait, they haven’t got out to everyone, haven’t they? Knowing Tex… (The raccoon shudders as he continues following the coyote, stopping at the plaza just behind Tex, looking over his shoulders, amazed. Tex looks back to Avery with a grin and nods twice.) “…Unbelievable….this…this…but how…?” (Avery looks ahead with his jaw dropped.) “Hahahaha!!! Didn’t I say you were gonna like it, huh!” (Tex places his hands to his hips and laughs as he watches Avery stumble past him, shaking his head lightly from side-to-side.) White banners depicting artistic portraits of old music artists, people dressed just like how they did in the earlier days, the music…my god, the music. Did someone hear me out loud and made a dream of mines, and others, true? This is…huh, wow, I don’t even know how to finish that sentence, heh heh. (Tex finally stands alongside Avery and wraps an arm around his shoulders, the two keeping their eyes fixated on the festivities taking place. Tex immediately heads over to a long line where food is being served, holding a paper plate in anticipation.) “Hey Tex! Try not to eat too much, yeah? Save some for the rest of us!” (Avery pats his stomach at the last sentence while Tex gently swings his right arm upward, the plate almost flying out of his fingers. The raccoon laughs and spots a certain vixen, running over to greet her.) “Veronica! Hey, how are you!” (The two share a hug and break afterwards.) “Avery, looks like someone heard you out, haven’t they?” (She smiles warmly towards him, the raccoon blushing from her smile.) “…Yeah. This is just too…awesome! I mean, the music, the clothes, the barbeque, the atmosphere—“ (Veronica lays a finger against his lips, shushing him.) “With all of that excitement, it looks like you are already coming up with ideas for a new poem, hehe.” “…Aww, maybe I might try my luck at a story, but I’ll have to see how that will go after this is over.” (Avery smiles weakly to Veronica. She grabs hold of his right hand, feeling the gulp he performs in reaction to the sudden move.) “Let’s get a bite to eat, huh?” Oh boy, just…calm down… “…Sh-sh-sure, yeah. I’m hungry, you hungry?” (She looks away to giggle from his nervous state, Avery quickly sighing as he leads her to the now-short line. They grab plates and are served their food, looking for a place to sit as the long plastic tables are nearly full of people of all shapes and sizes. Tex waves his left arm as high as he could, a tiny corn-on-the-cob sticking out of his mouth. Both Avery and the vixen look to each other and laugh at the coyote’s goofiness, heading over to his location to grab vacant seats.) “How did you get a spot already, Tex? I mean, you were still in line last time…” (Tex makes a leaping motion with his left hand.) “I leapt for it. Sucka was too slow anyway, heh. Glad you two are here, yeah?” (He grins to the vixen who rolls her eyes in response.) “Just be sure you’re paying attention to what you’re doing and not make a mess of last year’s event.” (Veronica turns her attention to the folks that are currently dancing to the song in progress. Tex slobbers over the BBQ-coated chicken leg while Avery takes his time with the tiny corn-on-the-cob. Tex immediately stops and starts choking on the leg, pounding away at his chest, others looking to him in concern.) “You alright there man?” (Avery holds a cup filled of cola and tries to hand it over to him, but Tex immediately climbs on top of the table and leaps forward, rushing to the big orange container of red punch. Sliding underneath the nozzle, he pulls the small level down with his thumb and slips his mouth just beneath it, gulping down a large amount, letting go of it after, lying on the ground on his back in relief. Someone checks inside the container and becomes annoyed at how much the coyote drank, walking back to another table where a refill jar waits to be used. Avery and Veronica stand above him, checking to see if he is well; he holds a thumbs-up in the air, wiping his messy muzzle of BBQ stains.) “Once a klutz, always a klutz. Honestly, I still don’t understand why he is a friend of yours, Avery.” (The vixen looks to Avery with a stern look in her eyes, the raccoon waving his hands frantically.) “Hey, don’t look at me like that! Besides, he’s a good pal-“ (Tex unleashes a loud burp, sighing loudly afterwards, some disgusted by it.) “…even if he’s a bit repulsive.” (Later that night, the three are seen hiking up the mountain, the starry sky adding to the wild night festivities taking place down below. The vixen is the first to hop to the top, the raccoon stumbles while climbing, but regains his balance and hops alongside Veronica; Tex, however, is seen scrambling up the slope, having slipped many times while reaching the top. He is helped up and the three find a spot where it shows a distant view of the small city and what lies beyond it.) “My lord, this is beautiful.” (Avery fixates his eyes to the stars above and beyond the city.) “Yes. Someday, I wanna leave here, go see the world, do a lot of things, you know?” (Veronica looks behind her to find some teenagers holding hands, talking and those already in the mood for much more. She rolls her eyes and averts to the view ahead.) “Yeah, the day that’ll happen, is the day I stop being a klutz.” (Both Avery and Veronica look over to Tex, surprised at his comment. He looks back to them in return.) “What? I’ve good hearing; you think I can’t make fun of myself every once in a while??” (Everyone laughs as they enjoy the lighted earth below and starry sky above.) “So, what now, guys?” “We just sit here, Avery…” “…Just let time go by. I mean, what’s a good way to end the day, then to be up here with the people you’ve known and trust throughout your whole life, yeah?” “Stop it, you’re making me all ‘eh’ inside.” (Veronica and Tex only laugh to Avery’s comment, enjoying the last hours of the day.)
	GOT THE WHOLE WORLD AHEAD OF YA, KID.


Lord DragonFlame	Oct 22 2008, 01:32 PM Post #32
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	Heh! Your story always manages to amuse me somehow. I can't really explain, but each chapter you make is, just extraordinary and I wouldn't say almost. I like the scenery and how you express each character so well and with so much detail. Props once more for brining me these awesome stories. Shall continue checking for your updates.
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Tux	Oct 29 2008, 05:02 PM Post #33
Donning the Outfit Posts: 1,863 Group: S Rank Hero Member #1,450 Joined: June 23, 2007	Hello and hello, once again. New installment, this time no song, heh. This one features my mercenary character and another person whom I just call "Lion"; not really in the mood for naming random people, maybe next time, heh. Similar format as "Cherished" and "T.R.O.Y."; have fun. There's quite a lot of cursing, so beware, hahaha... Unemployment -Hmph. Another day, another bottle gone by. Ain’t nuthin’ been happening since I went freelancer. Maybe that was a big mistake; asking for my own salary instead of them paying me what the company usually pays. Bleep, knew I shouldn’t have been drunk that day, woulda still been on my feet in luxury…and smokin’ chicks, ohh yeah.- (A Rat anthro, clothed in a thick, dark-brown leather vest, black jeans and darkened boots is found sitting lazily in an old, burgundy recliner, holding a bottle in his right mechanical arm, resting his normal left arm on the recliner’s arm. He burps and sits up to stare at the television set.) -…Nuthin’ good on the set either. Today, must, be hell for me den, gah…eh?- (A knock is heard on an old door, forcing the Rat to stand and see who it is, walking straight through the empty apartment room where few windows are well, the rest destroyed and a rickety closet door revealing nothing behind it. The Rat stops at the door.) “Who’s there?” –I heard nuthin’ from the door for a good, eight seconds, then someone decides to talk. Bleep.- “I am looking for a Fox, Maverick. Is this where he resides?” –They’re looking fer Fox, huh? Huh, sounds tricky, but I got tricks of my own too.- “Yea, yea he here.” “May I come in?” (Rat opens door and a Lion walks in with a black, business suit attire, a thick red tie tucked underneath the suit, holding a manila file in his hands.) –The hell?? Reminds me of those hotshots at the company I used to work under…- “Whaddya want with Fox?” (Rat folds his arms and stares questionably at the Lion.) “I am looking to see him about a case; we could pay handsomely, were he here to listen to my words.” (Rat looks around cautiously and walks to the door, closing and barring the door. Rat motions to the recliner and turns it around, sitting down and looking to the standing Lion, spreading his legs for comfort while resting an arm on the right leg.) “I be him. Now, whaddya want?” “Ahh, clever aren’t you, Mr. Fox?” (Lion walks closer to Maverick and lends the file to Maverick for viewing.) “You see, we are tracking down this man whom we believe to be involved in a drug ring. Moderately dangerous when alone, yet he is always seen with a crowd.” “Who’s this ‘we’, yer talkin’ ‘bout?” –No doubt he’s with Service and I walked right in, hook, line, and sinka.- “Other colleagues and myself, the rest is classified information.” –Classified, my ass.- “They happen to carry fully-automatics, but their skill levels should make it easier to subdue them with ease, especially a man of your caliber.” -…Huh. Wow.- “Why ask me? Why not call on yer dogs to sic ‘em?” “They are not well-trained like you are, Mr. Fox. You are—“ “Yea, yea, yea; I know what and how I do killings. How much you be willin’ to pay up?” “We will discuss your payment after the job is done.” (Lion retrieves file and begins walking away, Maverick standing up to his own feet, walking to Lion.) “A lil’ something now, the rest for later, yea?” “…Yes. Come, I will give you a small amount of your salary now.” –Hey hey, that’s more like it!- (Lion leads Maverick out of the room and the two stop at the rickety hallway, Lion raising his right fingers to his ear.) “The hell…??” (Groups of four gunmen appear on both sides and fire viciously, Lion heading straight into Maverick’s apartment room while Maverick lies down and opens a small hole from the mechanical arm, firing fifteen bullets towards the east section, killing the group positioned there. Maverick rolls out of the way to avoid some of the west section’s bullets and gets scratched on the left thigh by a stray bullet.) “Tryin’ to think yer Bleepin’--!!” (Maverick switches bullet type and shoots a small, grenade-like projectile, exploding into a blinding flash. Maverick reconverts the bullet type to default and fire ten bullets, killing them precisely in the throat and head areas. Mechanical whirring can be heard in the arm and eyes of Maverick and looks up to see Lion fleeing the premises.) “No you Bleepin’ don’t!!” –So I escape an early death, got tricked, and still haven’t got paid. That guy will pay me, or I’ll blow his sack right off.- (Lion and Maverick race downward to the apartment entrance; Maverick fires a shock bullet to Lion’s right leg, paralyzing it and forcing Lion to fall on his stomach to the ground, Maverick flipping him around to look him dead in the eyes, tugging aggressively at the shirt.) “Never, I repeat, never take me as a goddamn foo’!! I’ll shoot yo’ ass quicker than you can get yer ass outta here!! Tell me, where’s the money!?” (Few people watch from close and afar and pay it no attention as they walk by.) “You will find no money here; do you think I would be that stupid to bring it to a low-down dump here!?” -Wrong, Bleepin’, answer.- (Maverick leers at Lion and positions the mechanical arm in front of his face, ready to fire.) “You would be, if you brought yourself--!” (Loud gunfire is heard outside and the suspect inside of the file is seen outside with a huge automatic, some of the citizens fighting back by throwing various items; a glass bottle breaks across the suspect’s face and bleeds, killing the person who had thrown the bottle.) “Stay. Here.” (Maverick points a finger from the machine arm to Lion and heads outside to confront the suspect, fleeing at the sight of the rat. Growling, Maverick chases after the suspect, cutting him off by heading through shortcuts he found earlier as a teenager. The two confront each other and aim before firing.) “Bleep off, freak!” -Like that would hurt.- “I’m getting’ my money, even if I have to take your Bleep-ass down!” (The two fire at each other, dodging each other’s array of bullets. Lying on the ground, the two continue firing until a bullet hits Maverick’s mechanical arm, disabling it for some time.) –Shit…- (The suspect’s weapons runs out of ammo and tosses the weapon aside, grabbing at a broken shard and lunging at the fallen rat, the two struggling as Maverick tries to get the suspect off of him.) “Now I’m gon’ kill you and teach you not to Bleep wit me!!” (The suspect lowers the shard towards Maverick’s neck, almost piercing through. Maverick then shoves the suspect’s arm away, uses the mechanical arm to punch the suspect’s groin and shoves the suspect off of him. Yelling, Maverick opens up his right fist and strikes with the palm of the hand, crushing the suspect’s head, nearly killing him.) -Huh. Surprised it didn’t kill him yet. Bleep* it, time to cash in.-* (Maverick grabs the unconscious suspect and heads back to the apartment where, surprisingly, the Lion still remains. Maverick looks to the Lion in a confused way.) “…Huh. Didn’t think you would stay here.” “Not after what I had saw, ow. The money, please follow me to my car and we will discuss your payment.” (Maverick leers at the Lion again while holding the suspect on his left shoulder.) “Fo’ real this time?” “…For real, Mr. Fox. Now, if you will…” (The Lion leads Maverick to his car, coated in a silver coloring and heaves the suspect in the trunk, shutting it hard as he walks to the passenger front section. The car speeds off and heads over to a valley area.) -…Hey, I found sumthin’ to do, and I’m gon’ get paid for it. About damn time too, the place was looking like a shithole, not that it already is. Can almost smell that green miles away now, heh heh heh…- Edited by Tux, Oct 29 2008, 05:03 PM.
	GOT THE WHOLE WORLD AHEAD OF YA, KID.


Lord DragonFlame	Oct 31 2008, 11:53 AM Post #34
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	There haven't been once you disappointed me. Great action and just what you could see by watching a hell of a good action movie. Your writing beats all expectations and that I found most amusing and puzzled on how you manage to catch each character in your possession so well and different. I shall be waiting for next instalment .
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Tux	Nov 8 2008, 07:52 PM Post #35
Donning the Outfit Posts: 1,863 Group: S Rank Hero Member #1,450 Joined: June 23, 2007	Came back with another one, quite the time I spent for this, even if it was quick. Must have been lucky. Nevertheless, here it is. Strong language and other things in here, so watch out young readers, you clicked on here to read in the first place. This one, I wanted to make fun of urban life, but instead made fun of it a little :\. Meh, your verdicts will say otherwise, if you can bear this cartoony reality. This is the song that plays through the radio, if you're interested in hearing it, not necessary for reading the entire story, but just to see how it is to you. Sugar & Milk -One lazy morning…no. There’s this time in…aw, damn it. See, lookie here—you know what? Bleep it; I’ll just let the narrator do his thing, do it more better than I could.- (Thank you, kind sir.) Inside of a nicely, decorated auburn house, in one of the numerous rooms of the home, we find a male dark-brown chipmunk, clothed in only a white muscle shirt and sky-blue boxers, lying on his stomach, the blankets thrown off from him, already crumpled into a big mess. Smacking his lips, he shifts to his right and snuggles against a large white pillow, stained with his saliva as he coos against its soft texture. A happy smile creases and breathes in through his nose, sleeping in for the day, that is, until the alarm off the regular old-styled black clock goes off, the chipmunk shuddering from its screeching sound. Sighing angrily, he flings his right arm and tries to hit the snooze button, getting it on the fifth try. After hit, the radio automatically plays a set station, an announcer presenting the news for today. “Good morning, people of Sleep Hills. This is Snow with your morning news: today we’ll be experiencing some heat in the high eighties with a chance of cloudy weather. Other than that, today will be another cool day. Enjoy today’s ‘Oldies Flashback Friday’ with the first song to kick it off ‘I Wanna Get Next To You’ by Rose Royce.” The said song plays and the chipmunk decides to finally rise from the bed, sitting on the far side, scratching his back while yawning and stretching his arms. Yawning again as the song is nine seconds after it began playing, he rises and makes his way around the bed and out of the room, heading out into the short hallway, still scratching his back. Heading left into the bathroom, he crashes into the wooden door and stumbles back; grunting, he grasps the knob and pushes with force, nearly falling on the cold marble ground, as seen when he holds on to the knob, bending his knees to keep him from hitting the ground. Sighing, he pulls himself up and sniffs the area, walking to the round mirror set above a semi-messy sink, a combination of human black hair and anthro orange fur scrambled all around the top and inside of the sink, two brushes set in their corners with the evidence. “Real funny, asswipes,” the chipmunk bellows as he looks down to a toothbrush can, picking up a blue one and turning on the faucet, the cool water running down to the bowl-like interior. Grabbing a paper cup from a dispenser, an idea suggested by one of the people living in the home, he fills the cup nearly to the tip and holds it in his left hand, running the bristles through the water. Twitching his small nose from side-to-side, he places the cup down and grabs for the tube of toothpaste, popping the cap open and squeezing the substance on the bristles, leaving the cap open for when next time he would need to brush again. Revealing his teeth in the mirror, they are in a somewhat bad shape as there are heavy shades of yellow in some teeth and about three cavities near the back of the left row of teeth. Shrugging, he brushes them rapidly and stops after fifteen seconds, taking the cup to his mouth and holding the water inside, swishing the water all around. Spitting afterwards, he rechecks his teeth and finds a small improvement as few begin to whiten, the chipmunk smiling to himself. Setting everything down on the sink, he heads outside of the bathroom and into the small hallway, walking into the living room and finding the thick red door open, a weathered white screen door standing in front of its other’s place. He smacks his lips and maneuvers around the trashy mess on the ground, his feet always stepping on something along the way, stops at the screen door and heads outside, the sun nearly blinding him. “Geez, damn sun,” the chipmunk mutters to himself as he takes his first steps outside of the home, most likely to retrieve the daily newspaper sitting around three to five feet from the home. Looking side-to-side just to check how things are doing in the neighborhood, he squats down and grabs the paper, a stray bullet whizzing above his head. Finally standing on his own two feet, he hears a call from the right, a neighbor waving hello. “Yo!” he yawns out as he heads back inside, shutting the screen door behind him, a male human clothed in a navy vest, charcoal undershirt and gray shorts, walking around in white socks as he looks to the chipmunk. “Frank, what you got there?” the human yawns to the chipmunk as he holds the paper in his hand up to his face. “Ain’t it obvious or are you just being stupid with me?” The human walks away, muttering obscenities along the way, a female Bengal tigress clothed in a forest camouflage blouse and pants combo, barefooted. “Well, hellooo th—“ “Don’t start with me, Frankie. Not in the mood.” She takes her hands and brushes her blouse and pants, the chipmunk standing there to watch. “You know you like it. Ain’t got ta lie, miss beau-ti-ful,” the chipmunk swoons as the tigress rolls her eyes in disgust, walking away to wash up. “Just get your lazy ass ready for today. You do remember what we’re all doing today, right?” she yells from the hallway, Frank scratching his head in confusion. “The interview?” “W’sup now?” the chipmunk responds lazily. “Just go to your room and dress nice, you ignorant Bleep,” she yells once more as she and the human get ready. -Bleep didn’t have to say it like that.- Complaining to himself as he heads back into his room, the chipmunk gives a big, long yawn before walking over to the closet, opening the sliding door to see what kind of clothes he would wear for the day. Thinking long and hard, mainly long, he grabs hold of a messy pair of gray cargo pants and a messy green shirt with a white silhouette of a English crown crumpled badly. After throwing them on and inserting a black leather wallet inside of the lower right pocket, he sits down on the bed and digs underneath, fetching a pair of white/green sneakers before realizing what he had to do before putting them on; slipping on a pair of clean white socks, he then proceeds in slipping on the sneakers, tying them tightly afterwards. “You ready yet, Frankie? We’re gonna be late like last t—“ “Hold yer Bleepin’ pants on, Jose, I’m gettin’ ready…!” Damn! Need a break from this shit here. The chipmunk practices his breathing, trying to relax himself. Just…relax. If you’re cool with dem, they’re cool wit you. Simple as dat, simple as dat. Rising from the bed, he makes his way out to the hallway, wanting to go into the bathroom before the tigress rushes out from the doorway, just about to shove the chipmunk to the other side of the wall. “Damn, someone’s in a rush…” “C’mon, we leave now,” she tells him before he enters the bathroom. “Hold on…! Let a guy take a piss real quick, jeez…!!” he whines once he steps inside, shutting and locking the door behind him. Pulling down the zipper on the cargos, he urinates in the toilet, the seat down. “Hurry the Bleep up, you slow Bleep!!” Jose yells from the locked door. “Foo’, shut the Bleep up and wait one goddamn minute!!” the chipmunk yells back, finished as he zips up and moves forward to flush. Wiping his hands together and heading for the door, he could already hear her voice. “I hope you’re not walking out here without washing your hands, you filthy Bleep!” -Ooh, god-Bleeping-damn!! That woman, I swear…!!- “Just…a…minute…!!” he yells back as calmly as he could, the anger obvious in his tone despite how calm he tries to be. Quickly he moves to the sink and runs the water, washing his hands through them and pushing down on the nozzle for the antibacterial hand soap; lathering up his hands, he washes them quickly and turns the faucet off, flinging his hands all around, the tiny drops of water splashing everywhere. Wiping them along his pants, he exits the room and heads to the living room where the other two are talking with each other, this time in shoes. “About, damn, time! You need to pick yourself up and stop being lazy, Frankie!” the human tells the chipmunk who only shrugs it off. “He’s right; you have been getting lazy on us, not picking up after your mess, leaving the seat down when you take a piss, eating up all the food and shit,” the tigress adds in, The chipmunk forced to have his say. “Hey, you think it’s easy being me? I like to see one of you take a whack at how it is living life the way I do.” From those words, Jose lifts up his right leg and expels wind while the tigress brings her head back and belches, the two folding their arms and looking to the chipmunk who is already seen heading out of the door. “You know what? Bleep you two; let’s just get this out of the way now, a’ight?” “Remind me to buy a couple of freshener cans while we’re coming back here, Jose,” she tells him as she holds her breath with him as they make their way out of the house. “Gotcha, Elaine,” he replies simply as the trio make their way outside, staring down at the graffiti-tagged palm trees and homes. They move forward and make a right, heading towards the downtown area, Frank to the left, Elaine in the middle and Jose on the right. They all avoid some bullets that come from random directions. “Welcome to Sleepy Hills, where everything is so smooth, you’ll sleep like a baby!” “Whoever said that bullshit needs to be shot, or just needs to shut it,” Frank adds in, both Elaine and Jose laughing from the remark. Frank couldn’t resist flashing a grin of his own as they make it past the small battlegrounds, as Frank likes to call it, and stop in front of an agency. “All right, first things first: Jose, try not to be repulsive like the last two times, okay?” “Hey, I already aired myself out now, so I’m cool.” The two then leer to Frank. “You, especially—“ “Like I ain’t heard that shit a million times before,” Frank interrupts the tigress before she began to speak. “Don’t. I repeat, don’t. Do. Anything. Stupid. Understand?” The chipmunk raises his right hand and pounds the left side of his chest, signaling a sign of trust. “All right. Let’s go and get us some jobs. Best behavior now.” (Nearly a good thirty minutes inside and…) “Frankie!! What the Bleep, man!?” the two shout in unison, the roar heard from beyond downtown, some of the citizens stopping to look where it came from. -Aw, Bleep…-
	GOT THE WHOLE WORLD AHEAD OF YA, KID.


Tux	Nov 11 2008, 12:08 PM Post #36
Donning the Outfit Posts: 1,863 Group: S Rank Hero Member #1,450 Joined: June 23, 2007	Apologies for the double post, just felt the need to get this up ASAP then wait and forget later. This one features two NPC's: Jacoby, an otter and Dr. Stall, a badger. These two are on an expedition in search of video spheres (bonus if you can guess the reference) pertaining to the history of the world. I don't know if 'pertaining' is the correct word, please correct me if I am wrong, heh. Anyway, used different marks to distinguish between character's thoughts, dialogue and dialogue within the sphere. A little long, but I kinda like it, broadens my genre in writing, heh. Enough talk, here is the installment. Diaries of the Fallen: Circle -…grr, blasted loose rocks! Always in the way of my expedition tow—oh! Hello there! I hope I did not startle you with my words, what with all of the rock pieces here and there; even with these boots, they prove to be a difficult obstacle indeed. Ah yes, you are probably thinking of what is going on here. Forgive me; I am hunting for video spheres with my mentor, Dr. Stall. These spheres, of course, hold memories of a person’s subconscious thoughts or where they have actually been to; it all really depends on what has happened to them to really know the outcome of what type the sphere it is. You see, Dr. Stall and I are on a small expedition to seek the history of the past through the memories of the perished or the living. Based on our recent studies, the fallen provide more information than the living; this is only a small hypothesis, mind you. Where, you may ask, are we? So far, we have found ourselves inside an underground cavern; we are already near a glistening lake that is so clean, you would feel reenergized the very second you dive right in.- “Jacoby, please keep up. We wouldn’t like to be separated at this point now.” “…Ah! Sorry, I will be right there!” –Ahem! The rest shall be explained, do follow if you wish to understand, yes?- Two males are seen climbing over small boulders, a badger with thickened black fur and brightened white fur clothed in a tan heavy-duty vest, green undershirt, a darkened pair of jeans and beige hiking boots; the other, an light-brown otter, is clothed in a dark-green shirt, a white long-sleeve underneath, black jeans and brown boots. They each carry their own backpacks: red and black for the badger and green and black for the otter. The badger looks back to the otter and tells him the following message: “Jacoby, I think we have found the spot!” “Awesome!...err, I mean, splendid Dr. Stall! Do you see anything at all?” “No, nothing yet. Why do you insist in speaking like that?” the badger asks the young otter who smacks his lips and shrugs. “I…um…want to learn how to speak in an intellectual manner and toss aside what is left of my teenager ways. Why so?” The badger shakes his head and releases a small chuckle followed by a short sigh: “I am impressed with your dedication, but at twenty-five? You are still free to speak however you please. I only choose to speak like this because I am older now. You are still young.” “…Yeah, I know that, but when the time comes for a recording, I want to speak like that. You know, show others I’m capable of speaking more than just slang and all that.” “I pray you haven’t spent most of your time learning how to become a gentleman at an earlier age. Sometimes we need to express ourselves freely through havoc and bruises.” “Come on now, doctor—“ “Wait,” Dr. Stall raises his left hand upward, Jacoby idle in his position. The badger proceeds to a narrow crack in the wall ahead, knocking at certain points to detect which portion is weak. He waves two fingers to the otter, urging him to follow, and waits. “What is it?” “Something is behind here, but this wall is in the way.” The two spend a few seconds thinking over on how to break through to the other side, until they each squat and open the top zipper of their backpacks, digging inside and retrieving a small metallic pole, from the badger, and a wooden hammer from the otter. Dr. Stall places the pole to where he thinks the weak spot should be while Jacoby positions himself to swing at the pole, halted by the badger as to ensure that the current spot is the correct one. Knocking against it thrice, Stall moves the pole a little to the northeast and knocks on that spot, an echo bouncing around the walls adjacent to them. Pointing to the spot, Stall moves his left hand away and holds the end portion of the pole next to the wall, Jacoby just ready to swing the hammer. “Ready?” The otter nods, anxious to break down the wall. “Swing away!” In one swing, several cracks appear on the wall, yet it does not break. Jacoby and Stall reposition themselves to attempt the process once more. Come the second swing, few cracks appear and still the wall has not been demolished. They back away, each with their tools in hand. “Ah, quite the sturdy obstacle, eh?” Jacoby became enraged and lifted his right leg, thrusting it towards the wall, finally breaking. The otter, however, fell forward and hit the smooth ground ahead, his chin taking in sudden damage. Stall rushes in the room and helps the otter to his feet, Jacoby massaging at his chin. “Ow…didn’t think that would work, but it did, heh,” Jacoby chuckles as the two look around and find three aquamarine spheres: one hugging a wall to the east, one resting in between two flat rocks and the final atop a small ledge, above where the second sphere laid. “Amazing…three spheres…wow, I don’t know which one to check out first!” the otter exclaims aloud, beaming with curiosity. “Common sense, we should check the one to the east since it is the one closest to us.” Jacoby nods in reply as the two head over for the eastern sphere; Stall gently picks the sphere up in his hands as if to protect it, cupping his hands to ensure that it would not fall out of them immediately. “Fascinating, this sphere bears a watery effect to it.” “…Huh??” the otter spurts out in slight confusion, Stall showing him what he means by that. “It’s a part of a special effect used when filming. The water effect causes ripples to pulsate outward; just think like if you were dropping a tender leaf onto a body of water.” “…Oh, I see now! Cool,” Jacoby smiles as he now understands the effect. “I only wonder what’s recorded in this?” “Only one way to find out, my dear pupil,” the badger announces to Jacoby as he slides his aged fingers underneath the sphere, pushing in to activate the contents within. A faint image begins to play on it, along with two other figures inside. […ack, this damn thing! How do you work this again!] [You feel something weak underneath it, like if you can push it in?] [Like this?](Small echo is emitted.) [Okay! It’s recording!] [Ohh, okay. I see how this thing works now, heh heh.] “Funny how the person did not know that at first.” “Hush, Jacoby. They are about to begin.” “Ah, sorry about that, doctor.” “Just listen, it is all I ask.” [Hi. Uhh, let’s see here. This place is pretty gorgeous, huh? Lotsa space and everything. Me, Jack, Betty and the little girl, I keep forgetting her name, sorry; we came here to showcase what this place is like. Feels like it’s always sunset here, looks pretty cool, heh. Some trees here and there, they got some good fruit on them. Yeah, we tried them out, nothing bad happened…hmm. Oh wait, is the quality bad…?] “Of course.” “Jacoby…” “What? How are we to present something of great importance in low quality?” “…Hold on. I think the person is readjusting it…ah! There we go, now we can see what is clearly in the sphere now.” Inside shows a gray male husky, wearing only a rugged brown vest, black pants and dark-green boots; a creamy female wolf dressed in a stunning, sparkling ocean-blue evening dress in dark-red heels and a little vixen clothed in blue overalls and white undershirt, a red bowtie on top of her head. The area is a vast grassy knoll, with exactly eight trees planted in a circular fashion, leaving a huge gap in the middle to the north where the never-ending sunset may shine on the blades and earthen soil where trees stand tall. Beyond that is a vast ocean in high tide, crashing at the base of the mountain the knoll stands on. “In-incredible!! This is just…too much for mortal eyes! It’s as if someone hand crafted the very land him, or herself!” “It is breath-taking, isn’t it, Jacoby?” “…Y-yes…” [Cool, finally got the sucka to play is crystal quality. Oh yeah, where was I? Oh yeah! This place. It does suck that we’re dead and all, seeing as how this is the Fourth Realm and everything, yeah.] “Th-th-th-th…the Fourth Realm!? The, Fourth Realm!? This is a great discovery!!” “What’s the matter, Dr. Stall? What’s the Fourth Realm?” “I’ll explain after this video is finished, I promise.” “…Um, okay. Don’t see what the big deal about it is all about, that’s all…” “Quiet; more is to be said.” [So, we hear that another place bears some resemblance to this place. Supposed to be nothing but dirt, rubble…and what I hear, a fortress. Don’t know anything about that, but thought I let you…and the others around you know, if there’s more than one of you whoever’s seeing this.] “A fortress? Odd…” “Save your thoughts for after, doc! Still more playing!” [You know, if it weren’t for that one guy, we probably would have gone through that…that fiery…Betty, what’s that one word with lots of fire, not Hell?] [You mean purgatory?] [There ya go, thanks! Say, if any of you get a chance to meet that guy, tell him thanks for me and the rest of us, yeah? Then again, I think…I think I kinda remember his name…maybe it’s…?] “Yes??” the two question in unison. [Jack, give that thing a rest and come over here! The sun’s beginning to hide behind the ocean now; it’s going to show all of the pretty stuff in a little bit!] […Oh, coming! Sorry, forgot. But yeah, he has that hair that reaches to his shoulders, blackened or in dark-brown, or something. Anyway, gotta go before they get mad. It was sure nice talking with the living again. Maybe one of you guys should write or send to the dead, even though we both now that’ll be hard to do, huh? Hahaha!!!] [Jack! It’s starting!!] [Ooh! Gotta go now! See here, how you turn this thing--] (The sphere shuts off and the water effect returns.) “Damn…it!!” Jacoby whines aloud, folding his arms with his back against the wall where they had found the sphere. “We were so close as to finding out who saw this Fourth Realm!! So fricking close…!!” “Patience, my dear pupil. Perhaps the answer will be in the next two spheres,” Stall announces to the otter, still in a short tantrum. “And what if it ain’t…ahem, isn’t in either of them?” “That will be of another time. Would you like to hear about the Fourth Realm now?” The otter looks to the ground, his head turned slightly to the right; he bounces off the wall and tells the badger: “How about we finish looking at the rest of these spheres, then you can tell me what you know about this, Fourth Realm? Is that okay with you?” “It is fine with me, Jacoby. If you wish to wait until after, then that is what we will do. Come, on to the next sphere.” “All right. Let’s see what’s in sphere number two then…”
	GOT THE WHOLE WORLD AHEAD OF YA, KID.


Tux	Nov 21 2008, 01:35 AM Post #37
Donning the Outfit Posts: 1,863 Group: S Rank Hero Member #1,450 Joined: June 23, 2007	Heh, back with the second installment of this little mini-series. Still has the same two characters, plus one more added. Already to the second sphere; wonder what might happen in the third one, hmm? Here's the second one; rated Mature for some strong language. Diaries of the Fallen: Triangle The badger and otter crouch over to the second sphere resting in between the two flat rocks ahead, the doctor retrieving it from underneath them. Dusting it off before playing back its contents, the doctor announces: "This...is the second one. First one depicted, what appeared to be a family of three, resting on a high-elevated cliff where a circular formation laid." "Doc," Jacoby starts off, resting a right hand on his right shoulder, "let's just see what's in it and stop being so dramatic on this. Besides, your notepad is in your backpack; you have plenty of time to write an entry log." Dr. Stall nods and grunts to the otter's statement, pushing the tiny button from underneath. A mixture of high and low frequencies play back, audio following just after it. The sound is faint for a good eleven seconds before it can be heard clearly. "Is it...?" “I do not think so; otherwise, this would not be playing at all." Whispers can be heard from the sphere, sounding as if they were, hissing. [Must I talk like this?] "Whoa...someone just--" "Wait, Jacoby," the doctor silences him, listening in to the audio. [(Whispers hiss once more.)] [Who would find it? Tell me, who?] [(Whispers turn into threatening moans.)] [Say what you will. I'll just...hah, just start this already.] The doctor and student look to each other in small confusion, then turn to eye at the sphere which begins to show an image of a dark-violet sky, a wasteland underneath the ominous sky, thunder roaring. A shadowy figure comes into view, lightning clashing to reveal a scaly and intimidating demon, clothed in a purple suit, purple slacks, black dress shoes and a tie tucked outside of the white shirt underneath the suit. The claws are shown in a clean fashion, glinting from what little light is present, its ears pointy and facial expression in an uncaring way. The mouth slowly opens and the two huddle closer to the sphere to see what is to be said. [Hah...well, I'm here. Finally made it. Wasn't expecting to actually be, here, in all places, but I'm in the realm nonetheless. Hmm, you're probably wondering what I'm talking about, with your constipated-looking faces. Fourth. Realm. That clear your so-called, intellectual minds out? It better have if you want to listen to what I have to say.] "...Wow, for a demon, guy's got some issues there," Jacoby says aloud before chuckling. [You best shut up about me unless you want a slow and painful death coming your way.] The otter shudders from the sudden response, gulping twice. "I'll say," the badger adds in before calming the otter down slightly, still nervous on what else the demon would say back. [...Let's see here...how to start off...who I am is obvious unless you really don't know a demon when you see one. Especially one with a free will; you know how hard those are to come by? To be like the stinking mortals up top? Like you? I just consider myself one of the lucky Bleeps that was given something free, instead of eternal servitude.] The demon grabs the sphere and pulls it closer to its face, startling the two. [You just be glad I wasn't one of the demons that killed you or anyone else we knew of of that war, twelve years ago; you think I would forget about it? The blood I spilt? Their screams, begging to not end them? What choice did I have? Kill mortals, and I stay breathing. Disobey, and become an exile, destined to die shortly after. Not so easy up top either, not that I would know; I never been up there.] "...It's...not referring to Heaven, is it doctor?" a curious Jacoby asks the badger, pausing the contents of the sphere for a moment. "If what this demon says is true, then these contents may prove to warn us about another apocalypse. Though, the first one felt quite warm...until the mentioning of the circular formation. A fortress, too?" The doctor eyes the ground in great concern, boggled with many uneasy thoughts. "Maybe, maybe before we start jumping to conclusions, let's finish this sphere and look into the last one, doctor." The two take the moment to breathe in slowly and exhale in the same way, continuing the little video currently in progress once the doctor replays it. [Anyway, this isn't the case. Forgive what I had said earlier; having a free will gets to one's head and suddenly they think they're the shit, like they can become a normal mortal. Me? I already knew who I was raised as and I plan to keep it that way. The reason for showing this little video to you all is simple because of this right over here.] The demon pushes the sphere away from its face and walks eastward, three dead black trees shown, their skinny branches just ready to pop out from the body; they are positioned in a triangular formation, almost pointing to one another. [Not to get you all in a giddy mood, but I've been taking some good notes on these trees. Almost ready to give up on them, as they are wasting my time, but maybe one of you guys can figure out what this would mean up top. I'm done here, right?] [(Whispers emit from the sphere, soon turning into growling.)] [...The hell else would you want to me to tell them? I've said everything you told me to.] [(The whispers produce an ear-piercing shriek, forcing the demon to cover its ears.)] "Ahh!! What the hell!?" the otter shouts over the shrieking, covering his ears. "This...is...truly...a...great...interactive...finding...!!!" Dr. Stall responds to the otter's statement, covering his ears as well. "Shut...it...off...before...my...ear...drums...explode!!!" [All right!! All right!! No need to get all high and mighty on me!!] [(The whispers die down, moaning lowly.)] [Bleep!! You could really make the dead deaf, you know that!! Geez...oh yeah, one last thing before I go.] The demon sets the sphere in the middle of the triangular formation, looking down to the small object, crouching down. [I hear there's supposed to be another shape formation in one of these sphere videos. Don't ask how I would know, because that's all I know. May want to look more into that. Heck, if you're lucky, you might find one of the spheres that actually interactive, could speak one-on-one with the dead. If you're lucky.] Thunder roars in the background, numerous bolts of lightning clashing downward, the demon looking up to be unaffected by its blinding light. [You take care, whoever's reading this ancient thing. Probably a geek or something...if you're cool, well, kudos.] The sphere shuts off as a bolt of lightning strikes near it, going blank and returning to its default aquamarine coloring. "Jacoby," Dr. Stall asks the otter, still holding the sphere in question. "What is it, doc?" "Go and fetch the first sphere, bring it to me so that I can put them away in my backpack." Jacoby nods and heads to the eastern wall, crouching down to pick up the first sphere. Standing and jogging to the badger, he hands over the first sphere to him and watches as Stall opens the top zipper of the backpack, carefully placing the spheres inside, zipping it back up. "Very peculiar." "The people inside these videos, or the Fourth Realm, doc?" Jacoby asks Stall, a puzzled look on his face. "Throughout the two spheres, they both mention about shape formations, the first one a circle and this one a triangle. What could these shape formations have something to on this planet? Is it a warning? A sign of something great, or something disastrous?" The doctor paces about, stroking his thick chin fur, eyes constantly glued to the ground, mind on the spheres they have just viewed. "So many thoughts...this is perhaps the first time I have been stumped by anything of this magnitude. Most video spheres would show memories of the dead, even what they wanted for themselves or someone else." "I guess," Jacoby starts off, scratching the back of his head with his right hand, "the only way to be sure on this, is to look at that last one up there." He points upward to the third and final sphere atop the ledge. The doctor sighs and nods, the two heading towards the flat rocks to figure out how they will attempt to reach it.
	GOT THE WHOLE WORLD AHEAD OF YA, KID.


Lord DragonFlame	Nov 24 2008, 03:04 PM Post #38
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	Lemme just create something like an ordinary illusion. I mean wow, your eccentric writing always amuses me with both laughing episodes as well with those involving some action and intellectual interest. I can't remember laughing so much on the first instalment with the chipmunk. I can't understand how you managed to make me able to see what actually happened like a small video out of nothing. But it was there. The second and third who shall have a fourth ending turns me into that exciting mood were I can't wait to see the next instalment. Scratches forehead, would the last be a square formation. Just tumbling around after all with a circle in the first and triangle in the second. How you explain each character and environment stands out from most crowds I see of today. I love your writing man. Keep it up. No emotional, I am just impressed what your coming up with.
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Tux	Dec 1 2008, 10:28 AM Post #39
Donning the Outfit Posts: 1,863 Group: S Rank Hero Member #1,450 Joined: June 23, 2007	Heh, you know what to say, DF, XD. Finally, back with the final one. Not as long, but there's the ending and the final shape is revealed. What this one does, you have to read for yourself. Diaries of the Fallen: Rectangle The otter’s eyes widen, lifting an index finger to the air as an idea comes to his mind. Stall looks to him in question, watching him standing on the flat rocks, balancing on top, waiting for the right moment to jump. In four seconds, Jacoby leaps his highest towards the ledge; his hand could barely reach it and falls to the ground on his feet, sighing in defeat. “I like your enthusiasm, but it is quite high from us,” the badger responds to the otter’s actions. “Wait a minute, doc,” he says, motioning for him to stand beside the wall just below the ledge. The doctor does so and folds his arms in question again. “What is it?” he asks, Jacoby already climbing aboard his body, trying to stand at the badger’s shoulders. “Grah…!! What is this!? You could have asked me!” he responds angrily, struggling to keep the otter on his shoulders for as long as possible. “I know, but figured ya mighta said no,” he answers calmly, standing on his toes and stretching his right arm high, holding himself against the rock wall with his left. “…Humph, be quick, that is all…I ask of you.” The doctor shows obvious signs of fatigue, with five seconds gone by, his knees wobbling from the aging. Jacoby stumbles from the wall and quickly throws his body forward, not helping Stall’s weakened position. “Jacoby!” “Almost…got it,” he whispers to himself, pulling at the sphere’s edge and rolling it towards him, grasping it in his hand. Before he could get a chance to jump off the doctor, he felt a violent shaking from beneath, looking down to the straining badger, just falling to his knees. “Uh-oh,” the otter says before falling to the ground, lucky to have missed the flat rocks, the sphere well in his tightened hand. Slowly rising to his feet, Jacoby brushes himself off and looks down to a tired Stall, chuckling. “C’mon doc! I can’t be that heavy!” The doctor wheezes as he remains on his knees, bringing his head up to the smirking otter. “No, yet you still forget the age difference between us?” Jacoby strikes a nervous look on his face, apologizing to him before helping the badger to his feet, still wobbling. Resting against the wall for support, Stall looks to the sphere the otter retrieved from the ledge, curious to know its contents. “I suppose…this is the last one, huh?” “That would be obvious there. Go ahead, play it. Perhaps we can finally come to a conclusion on what these shapes resemble.” Jacoby nods and pushes the hidden switch from beneath, static emitting from within. […Y…llo…Hello? This thing on right?] [It should be, bro. Can ya hear yaself clear on it?] [Hey, I’m not the technician here! But, think it’s workin’.] [Cool. Picture showin’ up?] [Wha? Picture? All I see is black and white…] […Huh. Lemme see it.] A small argument is heard from the sphere, an image coming into view. Inside, it shows a rocky terrain under an odd crimson sky, two Jack Russell terriers, both male. [There. Now you can talk in it.] The one leaving has a red cap on his head, facing forward, clothed in a polo white/red/blue shirt, navy jeans and a pair of white sneakers. The one still holding the sphere has a silver chain around his neck, a small medallion attached at the end; he wears a white hoodie, charcoal jeans and brown/black sneakers. [Hmm, no good, show-off jerk…oh, you heard that, didn’t you?] Outside, Jacoby nods while Stall shakes his head from side-to-side. [Let’s see…I’m only gonna make this real quick so that I won’t bore you all with our life stories and stuff. Look, check this out.] The terrier with the silver chain holds the sphere in front, showcasing a pointed boulder, traces of ashes surrounding it in a rectangular fashion. The sphere shakes much for some reason and is handed down to the terrier with the cap on, the one with the silver chain running towards the boulder, posing in a goofy way. [Anthony, don’t do that. We’re trying to let these people know of--] [Yo, chill Devon. Just wanted to see if any women would see this.] [I highly doubt that.] [You wouldn’t know with your cap on tight!] [Can we please, get to the matter at hand, brother? Before shit hits the fan?] […All right, all right.] Anthony is seen with his hands held against his chest, rolling his eyes as he reaches in his jeans, pulling out a bronze Zippo lighter. Opening the case and igniting it, he crouches near the bottom-right portion of the rectangle and lights it, the fire trailing all around the boulder, the terrier leaping out of harm’s way. Laughter can be heard and the sphere wobbles in a crazy way, soon finding its way on top of the pointed boulder. [Ya see!! Okay, now look what happens next!! Do it, bro!!] Devon conjures up a pure, watery sphere in his right palm, soon hurling it above the middle section of the bottom and top right corners of the rectangle. It breaks and scatters at the appointed section, soon spreading through the entire shape, changing the flame’s color to green. [As you can see, this rectangle cannot be doused so easily as you have just witnessed. We do not know why, we’re still looking into it. Maybe you can use this for research? Or something?] [Can we shut that thing off now?] [In a little bit, be patient.] [Hey, we agreed.] [You will wait.] The two get into an argument and the image becomes blank. [See? Now look at what you have done.] […That’s nice.] “…Wow,” Jacoby spits out after a long pause, snickering as what he had just seen. “I can imagine the carnage they’ll brew up.” The doctor is seen off the wall, pacing back and forth, stroking his chin to figure out the three shapes witnessed in the three spheres. Jacoby immediately heads for the badger’s backpack, opens the top zipper and places the third one inside, zipping it back up. “A circle, a triangle, and a rectangle. Hmm, maybe if they were…overlapped in some way?” “Could be, the otter responds quickly, shrugging. “Oh yeah, can ya tell me about that Fourth Realm now that we seen all three?” Stall stops and looks to Jacoby in a questioning gesture, shaking his head out of the small trance he was in. “Doc, you alright?” “…Mmm. Let’s take our leave now and I will tell you what I know about it.” Exiting the cracked wall while gathering their equipment and climbing on the boulders they leapt off from earlier, they follow on the mountain path down to where the school should be. “You see, how can I say this…you know about the two realms, Heaven and Hell, correct?” “Eh, kinda. Like, Heaven’s supposed to be all calm and Hell’s supposed to be all crazy?” “If you would like to put it in that sense, yes. Well, since the death of Thorn, another realm has opened up, releasing an unfamiliar energy to the world and providing a new sanctuary for the deceased. Of course, based on reports, the Fourth Realm is a mixture of both Heaven and Hell; it’s all really a matter on how well or how poorly you do on this planet that determines if you are placed there or not. I did hear one thing about it,” Stall pauses before looking to Jacoby in a serious manner, “would you like to hear about it?” The otter looks back to him and nods. “Shoot, doc.” “Promise you will not tell another soul about this.” Jacoby nods honestly, his eyes heavy. “Based on earlier reports and the spheres we have watched, I believe that there is something else hidden in the Fourth Realm. I do not know whether it will be malicious or harmonic; frankly, I would not want to find out about it.” “One can only dream, huh doc?” The badger grunts as they exit the mountain region and head towards a large building, the school where Jacoby goes to; also where Dr. Stall conducts many researches to teach to his pupils. Upon reaching the entrance gates, the two look to each other and nod slowly. “Well, thanks for the trip doc. Really learned something from those spheres. Thought it was gonna be boring…well, wasn’t that boring, heh.” “Thank you for coming with me, Jacoby. I will see you in class on Monday.” The two extend their arms out and shake firmly, grabbing at their backpack straps. “Gotcha. See ya later, doc.” Jacoby heads northward from the school while Stall enters the building to conduct a research based on the spheres found. What could be the other secret in the Fourth Realm if Stall’s hypothesis turns out to be true?
	GOT THE WHOLE WORLD AHEAD OF YA, KID.


Lord DragonFlame	Dec 6 2008, 03:19 AM Post #40
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	Hmm... I am still curious about this secret. O well, it may someday continue. Anyway once more a pretty awesome instalment. I wonder what's next, puzzled and curious I will just to leave one final word. Impressive.
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Tux	Jan 14 2009, 09:27 AM Post #41
Donning the Outfit Posts: 1,863 Group: S Rank Hero Member #1,450 Joined: June 23, 2007	Whoo...! Not quite dead yet, folks! Just took a small hiatus, and damn, did it felt long to me, XD. Ah, by the way, thank ye 'Flame for your words. Oh yeah, why'd I take the hiatus...wanted to start with something fresh for the new year, so I waited. And boom, came up with something good (I hope). Again, this story has a song in it and I hope you guys listen to it as you read, the two really mix. Story was inspired by "V for Vendetta" and the game "Mirror's Edge". It may have some elements from the game "Jet Set Radio Future", as well...except for the cursing, that's all me, XD. Anyhoo, here's the first story by me for the new year, heh. Mr. Goodwill Every day and night spent in, this, city always had a consequence that had to be followed with every action made. The residents preferred not to speak of the city’s name due to referring it as ‘another hell hole the Devil created’; they speak these words because of the strict security forces spread through the city, covering every nook and cranny, making sure that any hiding place bears no safety from any criminal, miscreant, and anyone trying to throw an anarchy on the city. The orders given to the task forces set throughout the city are to uphold the order, allowing no chaos to rise from the ground if any should occur. If all else fails, then the orders turn to the ever-popular ‘shoot-to-kill’ tactic, the main benefactor of the resident’s hatred for the unnamed city. Sanctuary? Nay, the only place for true sanctuary in this city is six feet under the ground. There are only few of the residents, however, that dare to challenge the way the city is held captive, enslaved by unthinkable laws created to further the progress of keeping the peace… They move as swift as the harsh winds that blow, careful to cover any tracks if they are made. Their spirits, though low in numbers, rise higher against any occasion met beforehand. Some provide a strong arm, helping to protect those that cannot protect themselves. Some are gifted with strong legs, able to distribute many items to the poor and needy, those unable to attain the same items for themselves or for others. Some bred with a strong mind, pinpointing where the forces will strike next before they actually get there, sending others to rescue the weak, not only to provide them a place where they can call Home, but also in hopes of them joining their cause, spreading the wealth wherever they should go. Warriors, Runners, Tacticians; these are the main classes that are also in the unnamed city, combating the task forces, wanting to bring the city to its original state. Who are they, you may ask. Why are they willing to risk their lives for others they do not even know, or that they despised themselves? A masculine figure stands beside a boarded window inside a broke-down apartment, looking through the several tiny cracks outside to view the gloomy, grey sky above, colorful alarms here and there, set in specific locations. The figure proceeds to a worn, brown recliner, clothed in a heavy dark green hooded sweater, the hood on securely, a pair of beige cargo pants, some pockets full while the rest empty, and finally a pair of old black/white sneakers on, wheels hidden inside the sole in case this figure were to gain extra acceleration if the moment should call for it. Grunting as he leans forward, his hands (covered in soft, cotton black gloves) reach down to firmly tie his shoes, his feet snug inside the comfortable shoes, extra padding inside for better mobility. His hands on his knees as he sits back in the recliner, he turns to his right, eyeing a small table where a pair of black earphones lay, attached to a SanDisk Sansa m240 MP3 player, grey for the body as black outlined the entire item, ‘4.0 GB’ etched on the bottom along with other information for the player. Taking the player and earphones, he tucks the earphones inside his hoodie and brings it out from his collar, careful not to put the hood down and plugs both speakers in his ears, slipping the MP3 inside his right pocket, turning it on; standing up as a certain song begins to play, he sways smoothly from left to right, liking the beat of the current song in progress. A sly grin showing from the darkness underneath the hood, the figure looks to the door, wiggling his fingers, sighing, hopping up and down, throwing his arms in front to relieve himself of any tension gathered. (You play this song now.) “…Just like your average Robin Hood story, except in a place like this…” a smooth-toned voice emitted from him as he quickly opens the door and immediately heads for the first level of the apartment, hearing the task force sent there to make sure everything is under control. Hurling himself on the rails of the stairways and walkways, he drops himself down to the first level, quick to grab on to the rest of the rails as he makes his descent. Just as he lands, two older men look to the figure, wearing protective masks to cover their faces entirely, clad in heavy, thick black armor, armed with nightsticks in their huge hands. “Hey! What the Bleep you think you’re doing out!?” one of them yells to the figure, already making his way out a fragile window, rolling and touching the cold cement ground, his back against another wall as he brings himself out in the open, the men inside radioing others near their location of a ‘citizen fleeing and resisting interrogation’. Running at full speed as the figure comes across an open market, he jumps and presses on two small buttons on both shoes, releasing the hidden wheels, adding to his building speed as he races through the aisles, gathering some food and drinks, also aware of how much he should be carrying since he will mainly do a lot of running. After gathering the rations and making his way around others that were in his way, he hears the same two men from earlier, along with five others that spread throughout the aisles, determined to put a stop to his tyranny. Another smirk shown underneath the dark interior of his hood, he zooms past the customers, taking the easiest way out of the market, nudging his shoulder against an emergency door push bar, sounding the alarm. Immediately, everyone but the authorities, eyed the strange figure, scared as if he is a thief and is willing to harm anyone one of them. Grunting in response to this, the figure makes his way to the entrance of the market, two people willing to stop him before he could leave with stolen goods. Bobbing his head to the loud music and looking to a small, slanted object suitable for a ramp, the two people charge head first, ready to become heroes for the day. Picking up speed, the figure rides up the object and launches himself up, the two looking up to his feet, the wheels still rolling while the miscreant only looks forward and storms out of the market, making a right to where he knows a couple of homeless people should be. By the time the men in the market knew of the figure’s escape, it was already too late for them, but not too late for others around the same location as they radio for them. Sirens blare throughout the city, the citizens looking around in confusion, some wondering what is going on, as if they have not gone through more ill events for the day. Almost in a blur, the figure quickly throws one bag of chips and a somewhat cold drink to random directions, some people catching them quickly, others dropping just the chips, few unlucky to have dropped the cans, sighing as they await a strong eruption to shoot at them as they open it with caution. Multiple sirens are heard behind the figure, racing down the streets, quickly jumping once more and pressing the buttons on his shoes to retract the wheels as he came upon another apartment building. Tackling the door down, he makes his ascension up the many flights of stairs, large thuds following right behind him along with angered grunts and obscenities. Near the halfway point of the levels in the building, he places his right hand on his chest, his heart rate quickening ever so fast, still his muscles working with him to provide extra energy to continue his escape from the forces below. Reaching the door to the rooftop, he tackles the door open and rushes outside, noticing the smooth ground, leaping to bring out his wheels once more, picking up more speed. Three, however, beat the rest as they eye the escaping figure, armed with small, high-tech pistols, two kneeling while the one in the middle stands, barking the order to fire on sight. The figure, wittingly, keeping his head lowered as the shots flew by, few tears at his sleeves, looking back to find feint smirks eyeing him back; a questioned look is slapped on the figure’s face, looking forward to now realize why the three were making their facial expressions: there was no adjacent building, only a large gap. Worried that he had come too far to let Death claim him, or to be interrogated, he quickens his pace, finding yet another small ramp that should give him that extra momentum, he thinks. From there, he literally heard his breathing and heart thumping away, almost louder than the music plugged in his ears. Once the three held their checkpoint at the rooftop doorway, the rest came along and opened fired, the figure running along the ramp, taking the leap of faith. A small breeze blew past him, along with a few patches of the gloomy sky opening up, few rays beaming down in random spots, one in particular, hitting the figure. His hood flies off of him, revealing only a silhouette of his face: small, floppy ears and a small head, extra hair just wiggling. His earphones pop out as well, quickly putting them on as well as his hood once the ray vanishes from him, looking ahead to find an end ramp, perhaps not his time to go just yet. Grunting loud from the hard landing as he rolls down the ramp, he finds several walls to walk or run along (in his case, grind along) and quickly rolls on numerous walls to gain more momentum, finally reaching the ground level below, retracting his wheels to look backward to see where he found himself at. He realizes he had found himself at a construction site, the rails still intact and welded; he only shrugs as he continues forward, lost in the thrill of it all while airborne. As he continues his way down the next street, he finds one of the force members, a husky fellow, face hidden by the protective mask worn, his arms out to the side as if to grab and slam him down. -Dang. Now what?- the Runner thinks as he rolls towards the force member, almost within range, hearing the low roaring from the muscular fellow. As the force member lunges forward, the Runner takes to the air and brings his legs up, shooting them directly at the protective mask, drop kicking him. Using what little momentum gained from the kick, he executes a small back flip and continues his way down the street, just watching the force member stumble on his feet, falling hard on his head; the Runner only laughs in response. Making his way to one of the numerous safe zones in the city, as directed from one of the many Tacticians, the Runner turns to the right to enter via an alleyway and finds himself in an ambush of eleven of the force members, all pointing their weapons at the idle Runner, his arms slowly rising upward, a defeated look hidden within the hood. “That’s right, keep your arms up, you punk,” one spat out as he nears the figure, spitting to the side, ready to pistol-whip him. Defeat was near and there was nothing he could do to escape it, all, except for a few shouts from the remaining ten, protecting their heads as numerous objects rained upon them, forcing some to retreat. As the eleventh turns his back to check on his fellow men, the Runner instinctively charges forward, tackling the man down, causing him to roll to the side, the pistol in mid-air as the figure makes his escape into the adjacent building, racing past the confused force members. As the pistol came falling back down, it fires a bullet at the Runner’s right shoe, sliding underneath, shooting the wheel off, causing the figure to stumble frantically. Taking a leap in the air to retract the other wheel back in the left shoe, he tackles through another door and makes his escape, all force members retreating to avoid the hail of broken and blunt objects. Making his way up another flight of stairs, the song nearly ending, he stops at the third level of the towering building, finally catching his breath as he leans himself against a wall, his left hand against his chest, attempting to slow his heart rate down. Given a good minute to rest from the excruciating adventure he went through, he walks to the fourth door in the hallway, walking into a room nearly similar to the one he was previously in from earlier, only finding a better-looking small couch instead of the worn recliner. Flinging himself on the small couch, a light vibration emits from one of the figure’s pockets, causing him to dig inside some before retrieving a small phone, indicating that an incoming call is trying to reach him. Grunting lowly as he answers the phone, all he could he is a hearty laugh, followed by: “Hahaha!! You were lucky today, boyo!” “Yeah. So, it’s safe to assume that, back there, was your doing?” the figure asks, kicking his shoes off to rest on the couch. “Hell, someone’s gotta watch yer back, and what better person than me!” a strong, husky voice emitted through the phone. “Mmm. So, who’s taking over for me?” “Ah, we got some newbie who thinks he can do good all by his lonesome. Don’t worry though, we’re sending a professional, so don’t worry about it, alright?” “…Give me a second,” the Runner speaks, putting the phone beside him, taking his earphones out, letting them dangle on his chest, soon squirming to let out a thin, white tail, a few black streaks on it; he sits back down and places the phone beside his right ear. “…Still there?” “Yeah. Gotta go now. Can’t stay too long on these phones, you’ll know how they’ll get.” “…See you later then.” Turning the phone off, he places it on the ground, along with his MP3 player and earphones, lying on his left side to recover his strength before he is called out again. “…Mmm, finally…I’d trade sixty seconds of hell for half-a-minute of peace, any day,” he mutters to himself, dozing off as his right leg dangles off the couch, his arms huddled against his chest.
	GOT THE WHOLE WORLD AHEAD OF YA, KID.


Lord DragonFlame	Jan 14 2009, 10:23 AM Post #42
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	Amazing once more. I enjoyed it from the beginning till the end. You made the all that running sound so realistic like if I were to watch an actual film. The few responses was perfectly inserted. The music was pretty good. However I saw a few mistakes, like a word or two didn't seem to cooperate very well. Ha! It could just be me though seeing it in a different perspective. Anyway, I'm glad your continue this pursuit making up one after another story. As to say, yet another great addition. You'll just deserve more readers mate.
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Tux	Mar 11 2010, 03:02 PM Post #43
Donning the Outfit Posts: 1,863 Group: S Rank Hero Member #1,450 Joined: June 23, 2007	I don't know if it's okay to revive my own thread after...what, an entire year of Writer's Block? But I'm back, man...I'm dead and I'm resurrected again...!!! I should probably have a Phoenix character, for the hell of it, XD. Anyhoo, that's not the case, I've returned with yet another new story for the new year. This is a two-part short story and I dedicate this to another bud on another site, heh. Hope you guys enjoy it. Here's the intro summary: It's just another day for Izzy the iguana. He's a rough guy that likes to take part in extreme events, an adrenaline junkie, if you will. Well, he heard that one of his friends is an Artist and that he has been hanging out at a museum. As much as he did not want to go, he suddenly went anyway, putting a hold on his plans for today. What happens after? Read for yourself and find out =P Day at the Museum A pair of mid-cut, yellow and black sneakers marches forward to a few flights of stairs in front of them; wearing the sneakers is a male, red-scaled, magenta-eyed iguana with a torn navy blue vest and matching navy blue pants, tattered at the bottom of the leg portions. The flights of stairs lead to a large museum, decorated with two colossal, stone men, taking a knee and holding their arms up as if to hold part of the roof steady. Looking left and right as he finds other people, descending and ascending the stairs, he too climbs the stairs and reaches the entrance of the museum, nodding as he walks inside. Digging his claws in both front pockets of his pants, he is greeted by rows of medium-sized marble women, their right arms extended to greet every vistor with a friendly outreach and sweet, facial expressions embedded on every single statue. Flashing a smirk as he casually walks past the rows, the iguana finds a certain person standing beside a glassed podium, putting on a straight face, approaching the person with each step. Blocking a ray of sunshine with his left claw as he approaches that person, the iguana finds a four-foot-eight, one hundred and eighty-six pound male red panda, clothed in a light-blue hoodie, jet-black pants and clean white sneakers, carrying a blue ballpoint pen in his right hand, looking through the glass of the podium. "...Boo!!" "Geez...us!!" the red panda shouts while jumping in fright, turning around to look at the laughing iguana, as well as the other visitors who took a moment to glance at their location, wondering what had happened. "Don't...do that!" "Doing good, Albert?" the iguana asks the red panda in his scruffy tone. "Y-yeah. What made you decide to come today, Izzy?" Albert fixes up his wrinkles hoodie slipping the pen in his right pant pocket. "...What were you looking in there?" Izzy ignores the red panda's question, curious to what Albert was looking at in the first place. Looking back to the podium, Albert urges the iguana to look through the glass: a small parchment is found inside, a story unfolding on it. "...Isn't it great, man?" "Paper? You were looking at...paper with writing?" "This isn't just paper, man!" Albert retorts, offended by the iguana's words. "This, this is how the Artists came to be! Heck, before there were Visual Artists, there were the first Writing Artists and this..." "...is a big waste of my time," Izzy interrupts, yawning. "Is that all you wanted to tell me?" Sighing in a disappointed manner, Albert plants his right hand against his face and starts to walk away, grunting and muttering to himself. "Don't walk away because I'm not that interested in these, Artists." "Then why, did you come today?" He had heard Izzy's words and turned around, stopping in place, a female visitor walking past them. The iguana shrugs. "Felt like coming. Got a problem with that?" "...You actually wanna see an Artist at work, don't you?" the red panda scoffs at Izzy's curiousity. "You an Artist?" "I've been telling you this whole time, man! I mean...I'm not that good, well, I'm still learning, but I'm getting there." Nodding, Izzy fixes his vest and walks to Albert. "All right then." "...'All right then', what?" the red panda looks to the iguana, confused. "Show me what you do know then. Maybe I can learn a little something from you." Albert scoffs to Izzy's comment and laughs, calming down while the iguana keeps a straight face. "Whoa...you?" "All right, all right. So I can't draw for my life, big whoop. Let me just see how good you are before I actually leave and do what I was going to do today." "Cool." Turning around to look at one of the offices, looking from side to side, he urges Izzy to follow him quickly, the two slipping past the groups of visitors and some guards. Upon reaching the East Wing of the museum, the two enter one of the offices, carefully manuevering through clutters of cardboard boxes, littered with various junk and entering a small, well-lit room, canvases spread throughout the room, some used and some clean. Albert looks to a small pot and walks to it, digging inside and retrieving an ordinary paintbrush, black paint already on it. "Umm...this one." He leads Izzy to the fifth canvas and presses the tip of the brush against the canvas, nervous. "Oh, come on! Don't tell me you nervous of a small audience of one now..." "Just, give me some time to think on what to draw, I mean, paint." Sighing impatiently, Izzy plants his hands on his hips, turning around in place, thinking to himself. "...A camera." "Huh?" "Paint a camera," he orders Albert, "go do it." "Yeah yeah, hold on..." Sighing, he begins to paint a small, square camera in the middle of the canvas, the paint dripping down. After it dries, nothing happens. "Ooookay, it's done." Raising a brow, Izzy asks: "...That's it? No, big imagination and some crap like that?" "That's it." "What a rip." "Why don't you go and touch it?" "You want me, to what now?" Scoffing, Albert tries to force Izzy to the canvas, only for the iguana to refuse and hold his ground. "Look, I'll do it then." Walking to the canvas and placing his right claw out, he already assumes: "See? Just paper and paint, nothing mo---" Upon pressing against the canvas, his claw reaches further in and actually touches the camera, accidently pressing on the shutter button, the camera taking a picture of the two, the flash going off. "What in the...!? The hell just happened!?" "Heh heh, you saw an Artist at work," Albert folds his arms, careful not to get the brush on his clothes, confident. Still shocked from what just happened, the iguana makes one final sigh, shaking his head. "...What else can you do?" "Ohhh, let's find out..." he trails off, urging Izzy to follow him down the row of canvases to find another fresh one.
	GOT THE WHOLE WORLD AHEAD OF YA, KID.


Lord DragonFlame	Mar 11 2010, 03:13 PM Post #44
Christmas is back again Posts: 17,411 Group: Former Monarchs Member #348 Joined: December 9, 2006 Gender: Male Steam ID: Warzak85DF	Ha ha! You never seize to amaze me. It's so well written, there is just no such thing as flaw within this. Liking the two different personalities thrown together. One the enthusiastic, the other more of a pessimistic character. Had my laughs as almost countable always occur. You man, should have been on the nominates list of fanfic writers, this just proves everything. Can't wait for the next instalment. Hopefully not a year till then.
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Tux	Mar 23 2011, 01:01 PM Post #45
Donning the Outfit Posts: 1,863 Group: S Rank Hero Member #1,450 Joined: June 23, 2007	...Now, uh, before I can upload my works up, could I still use this thread or do I have to make a whole new thread altogether? I know how you guys feel about bumping long-dead topics and such, heh. Just thought I ask first before I do anything else.
	GOT THE WHOLE WORLD AHEAD OF YA, KID.


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