Any writers out there? Thought it may be fun to write a story together for the heck of it...Feel free to write whatever. I'll start...
Tom and Larry were identical twins separated at birth. They were both in their early twenties and have never met. Tom had magical powers of a physical nature. He was just learning how to control them. Larry, on the other hand, had no magic ability in th e physical world but could, however read peoples minds and sometimes control their thoughts.
One cold day in February, they were both drawn to a little town in the midwest. The trees barren of leaves and the skies almost a purplish color as the clouds were growing thicker by the minute. You could sense the on-coming storm as the two were about to meet for the first time....
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02-17-2006 03:34
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Kris Ritter
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02-17-2006 04:21
As they approached each other with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, each opened their mouth to speak a friendly greeting to their long lost sibling, but before a word was uttered the air suddenly crackled with electricity and both were simultaneously struck with the full force of a lightning bolt, vaporising them instantaneously.
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02-17-2006 04:24
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02-17-2006 04:25
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02-17-2006 04:31
Suddenly they reappeared in the dark chasms of Evol Kris Ritters world, unscathed and ready to fight this new and undiscovered evol
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Peyden Russell
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02-17-2006 04:57
All around them were K-Ritters of unimaginable filth.
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Siobhan Taylor
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02-17-2006 04:58
They turned, thankful for their restored lives, just in time to glimpse the grill of the 18-wheeled truck as it thundered into them. Leaving the broken shells of their twisted and torn bodies lying in the road, it rumbled off on its journey.
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Selador Cellardoor
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02-17-2006 05:03
Tom awoke, his body drenched with sweat, his hands gripping the sheets. He could hear the clock ticking in the corner of the room; saw an errant beam of light from the moon splashing across the top of the antique dressing table.
His breathing became less laboured. His heart gradually slowed. Thank God! It had just been a bad dream! _____________________
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Kris Ritter
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02-17-2006 05:10
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02-17-2006 13:51
And now a message from a famous actor:
"Hi! I'm not a video game, but I play one on TV. "Do you suffer from Forumistosis, the sad decrepit condition one suffers when one reads adverts following a forum story thread? "Many hundreds of people can attest that yes, they have suffered in many ways including being robbed, mugged or sometimes audited, but this little-known affliction known as Forumistosis probably sounds made up. "I beg of you, please give very generously to the Foundation and Empire for Treating My Credit Card Debt, and we can pay off college tuition and maybe have a few drinks. "Imagine life without such a debilitating malaise. Also imagine a nice club sandwich with malaise and green peppers. Now imagine your wallet has gone to the Big Charity in the Sky. Help us make that dream reality." _____________________
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Candide LeMay
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02-17-2006 17:28
Larry was reading a web board, one hand idly supporting his chin, other hand lazily moving the mouse. The monitor glare was reflecting in his glasses. He skimmed the topics:
- drahma ... - drahma ... - drahma ... - write a story thread ... "That could be interesting", he thought and opened first post. "Two brothers ... mmm ... mmm.... magical powers .... mmmm... mmmm .... oh man" Larry signed. "I'd much rather be reading a story about Kris" _____________________
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Lo Jacobs
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02-17-2006 18:04
Larry then asked himself, "Why is my name Larry? Larry is the lamest name in the world. Larry implies that I have chest hair and a gold chain and am wearing a Hawaiian shirt unbuttoned at the top." He looked down at himself. He was shocked to see that all of these things were true.
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Zapoteth Zaius
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02-17-2006 18:04
Suddenly the death star space ship (controlled by the undisputed leader of the universe, Bill Gates) flew down. It was an air raid! Larry and his family huddled into the bomb shelter, as they heard the screams. Then Larry did what he always did during an air raid, pinched himself wishing it was a dream. But it wasn't..
Darn that evil "it was a dream" get out clause! Mwuahahaha! _____________________
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Zuzu Fassbinder
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02-17-2006 18:14
"oh, god," larry thought as destruction loomed at him. "How could I have spent my life looking for stories about Kris when I could have been having fantasies about Aimee's panties?"
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Phoenix Psaltery
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02-17-2006 18:55
As the thought of Aimee's panties passed through his mind, Larry was distracted from his impending doom long enough to have a really good...
Uhm... never mind. These forums are supposed to be PG. P2 _____________________
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Mulch Ennui
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02-17-2006 19:06
Larry decided to save his family the pain and horror of the death star attack, so he pulled out his 357 with hollow point bullets and carefully shot each member of his family execution style
just then, the news announced that the diplomats have worked out a deal and the death star attack was called off Larry, surveying the bloody masacre in his home that was his family, calmly walked out to the shed and grabbed the hacksaw, the bleach , and the sulfuric acid it was going to be a long day, so he grabbed an ice cold beer, cranked up his Huey Lewis and the News CD, and sloshed his way through the mess as he tried to decide where to start. _____________________
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02-17-2006 19:37
"Jeezus pleaseus," Larry thought. "They coudn't have told us they cancelled the attack ten minutes sooner?"
He knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he should be upset, distraught over what he had done, but it was like the circuit in his brain that dealt with that concept had fried, sizzled, with a sort of bzzzzt sound and the smell of electric trains. He could smell it. That's the smell of insanity, he thought. I'm about two hours away from realizing what I've done and going completely apeshit. But he proceeded to do what he knew had to be done, body part by body part, going through gallon after gallon of bleach and acid. After about an hour he had to drive to the hardware store for more. He stopped for a Big Mac on the way back, and as he sat in his car, absently eating his food, he looked down and realized there was blood on his shirt. He grinned despite himself as he remembered the scene from Pulp Fiction where John Travolta tells Samuel L. Jackson about fast food in France: "And you know what they call a... a... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?" "They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with cheese?" "No, man, they got the metric system. They wouldn't know what the fuck a Quarter Pounder is." "Then what do they call it?" "They call it a 'Royale with cheese.'" "A Royale with cheese. What do they call a Big Mac?" "Well, a Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it 'Le Big Mac.'" "Le Big-Mac. Ha ha ha ha! What do they call a Whopper?" "I dunno, I didn't go into Burger King." Larry thought of how his six year old son, Kevin, loved the playground at McDonald's, and quietly began to weep. _____________________
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02-17-2006 20:41
It was at that moment that Tom walked out of the front door of McDonalds, Le Big Mac in hand, a dribble of ketchup trailing down his wrinkled blue Hawaiian shirt, small shreds of lettuce clinging to the pube-like hairs in his sparse beard.
He was always hungry after one of those nightmares about being run over by semis, partly because he'd eaten five Big Macs on the night he saw the Maximum Overdrive/Pulp Fiction double feature on his first date at the drive-in theater with his first wife, Candy. It was lucky he'd been able to finagle another date with Candy after he threw up mystery sauce on her new leather mini later that night in the bar. Probably the reason he had is because of his abilities to make the leather magically clean again. Candy had a thing for leather... Thinking about Candy and John Travolta, he became distracted and bumped into the red minivan parked next to his own blue minivan in the parking lot. The momentum of the bump caused Larry to look up. "I just hacked up and incinerated my wife and kids," Larry communicated to Tom with a long silent stare. "But, since I can't face the reality of that little mindbender, here you go dude." In a flash, Tom's memory was completely altered. Larry carefully stepped out of the minivan, took off the bloodstained shirt, exchanged with Tom, and they each climbed into the other's automobile and drove away. |
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02-17-2006 20:46
The End.....or is it??
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The End.....or is it?? Larry thought to himself as he drove to his next destination _____________________
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Candide LeMay
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02-18-2006 07:55
Tom came to what he now considered his home and found the remains of several dead people. He used his powers to bring them back to life and heal them.
His new family then promply resumed playing online games. "It's not a game!" Blingy shouted from the other room. Tom ignored his wife, sat down with a beer and looked out of the window. A big linden tree in the front yard catched his attention. "Hmm it's kinda skewed. I might need to cut it down if the wood started to rot. It could fall on this side and damage the house" _____________________
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Mulch Ennui
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02-18-2006 08:09
If only it were as simple as having Tom use his magic powers to put his splattered family back together.
The brief fantasy ended as Larry plowed into a small van carrying senior citizens to bingo. "Oh my God!," thought Larry, "they have all seen my face and can place me in Toms vehicle" He then did the only thing he could to protect his freedom. He opened the trunk and opened Tom's chef set. He pulled out a huge cleaver and a meat tenderizer. Larry walked around the van and surveyed the scene. A few of the elderly were not moving and probably already dead from the impact. The others were making complainy/whiney noises and were attempting to move. Larry walked passed the nun who was in the drivers seat. She would be last, he thought to himself. Her prayers might help the souls he was about to claim. He opened the back door. "Thank you sonny, I think my hip is broke, can you please help me" Larry smiled as he raised the cleaver above his head. The nun wasn't hurt as bad as the others, and she began to try to open the crumpled door. The screams of the elderly distracted Larry enough for the nun to escape out of the window. As the nun, limping badly, made her way down the road, Larry noticed she was gone. He put down the severed limb and gave chase. As he saw the black and white habit stumble and fall he crushed the tenderizer down, so many times he lost count. After silencing the last of the noise in the van, Larry headed back to the van and Toms car to grab his cell phone and have tom buy more sulfuric acid and bleach. There was at least 10 bodies in there, Bob may have to rent him a truck and get some power saws to get the job done fast enough. Maybe he finished the nun too fast. She sure was pretty... No Service. Figures. It has been one of those days. _____________________
I have of late--but wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
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Kris Ritter
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02-18-2006 09:50
I'm glad to see I didn't completely kill the thread, however bizarre it's gotten since.
I genuinely felt guilty after I did it. Sorry Spinner. _____________________
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Sansarya Caligari
BLEH!
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02-18-2006 12:56
If only it were as simple as having Tom use his magic powers to put his splattered family back together. The brief fantasy ended as Larry plowed into a small van carrying senior citizens to bingo. "Oh my God!," thought Larry, "they have all seen my face and can place me in Toms vehicle" He then did the only thing he could to protect his freedom. He opened the trunk and opened Tom's chef set. He pulled out a huge cleaver and a meat tenderizer. Larry walked around the van and surveyed the scene. A few of the elderly were not moving and probably already dead from the impact. The others were making complainy/whiney noises and were attempting to move. Larry walked passed the nun who was in the drivers seat. She would be last, he thought to himself. Her prayers might help the souls he was about to claim. He opened the back door. "Thank you sonny, I think my hip is broke, can you please help me" Larry smiled as he raised the cleaver above his head. The nun wasn't hurt as bad as the others, and she began to try to open the crumpled door. The screams of the elderly distracted Larry enough for the nun to escape out of the window. As the nun, limping badly, made her way down the road, Larry noticed she was gone. He put down the severed limb and gave chase. As he saw the black and white habit stumble and fall he crushed the tenderizer down, so many times he lost count. After silencing the last of the noise in the van, Larry headed back to the van and Toms car to grab his cell phone and have tom buy more sulfuric acid and bleach. There was at least 10 bodies in there, Bob may have to rent him a truck and get some power saws to get the job done fast enough. Maybe he finished the nun too fast. She sure was pretty... No Service. Figures. It has been one of those days. erm...maybe we needed to know each other a full year before we got married honey...sheesh. Sure you're not playing too much WoW? |
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Lo Jacobs
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02-18-2006 13:23
Later, in a bar, Larry was having a smoke and a brew when he had to go to the bathroom. He did his business, and then washed his hands. He noted with disappointment that despite his best efforts, he was still wearing a Hawaiian shirt, though he seemed to have successfully lost the gold chain.
When he returned to his spot in the bar, Tom was waiting for him. And Tom had a gun in his hand, pointed straight at Larry. _____________________
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