Post 888

[braex27]

I was wondering when this thread was gonna be moved to F+G. Haha.

 

[crowboy]

^ Me too. If I was a mod I would have moved it yonks ago.

It would be nice for the mod who moved it to at least post and say so. Manners.

I would not have known if you didn't point it out.

Now come on mate. Story, I want more story. I WANT MORE STORY

 

[Corny]

I looked at this thread twice before I realized that it is still in HT

 

[Kulindahr]

I looked at this thread twice before I realized that it is still in HT

It's supposed to be in Hot Topics!

Getting to 888 is hot, and that's our topic!

 

[ChickenGuy]

Now can I have a story update. Pleeeeeease.

Now back to the story.

Along the way a story was being told. Now what has happened to the story?

Story, I want more story. I WANT MORE STORY

With sincere apologies to Kulindahr, I think the story would work better if we scrapped his B5 references from it.

[STRIKE]So...[/STRIKE]

[STRIKE]the Shadow disposed of the dead faun, despising such a useless creature. Only those with strength matter![/STRIKE]

[STRIKE]>Crelwyn<, came a voice in his mind, >do you have strength? Do you have the will to crush your enemies, to see those with the will to dominate and destroy survive? Can you survive, mere human?<[/STRIKE]

And I will submit fully to punishment from Kulindahr for my outrageous behaviour.

The very heart and soul of the Crowboy/Crelwyn. Twisting turning searing from the intense heat generated by the hatred and jealousy of misbegotten souls forced
to labour until the millenium falcon would be able seize the day.

Alas, the blast furnace effect smote Crelwyn within his breast where once is caring loving heart and nurturing soul resided. With an ear piercing shriek the poor boy succombed to the gut wrenching internal anguish melting to the blackend earth in a quivering mass.

At that very moment in time the wall and the ceiling overhead began.........

...to break apart. As Crowboy struggled to his feat, his chest still searing with the pain, he say long, vein-like cracks run along the sides of the cavern and the ceiling. Light began pouring through the cracks.

The four hooded men were aghast.

"The flame!" One of them cried, "Protect the flame, at all costs."

They seemed to be ignoring Crowboy now, and he thought it would be his best opportunity to escalate. As the crack continued to break the walls apart, Crowboy noticed a small opening emerge in the side of the cavern. Without thinking, he made a dash for the crack.

"Crelwyn! He's getting away. Seize him! Seize him!" Crowboy heard one of the hooded men yell as he ran towards the opening. Behind him, he could hear rapid steps of the men chasing him. As he slipped through the small opening, he weaved his way through. The walls of the cavern were not so thick, and he was able to get into a small opening within minutes, and found himself on the edge of a forest.

As he slipped into the trees, he looked back to the opening in the wall of the cave to see if the hooded men were still after him. They were not. But through the opening, he distictively saw two sets of piercing yellow eyes stare out at him.

He pulled away from the stares and moved deeper into the forest. Upon arriving at a small opening, Crowboy set himself down on a log to rest. As he sat, his mind drifted back to images that had flashed before him in the cavern, causing the terrible fire within him. What had he seen? And why?

As the poor boy lay in a near swoon resting from his ordeal and narrow escape, the Crowboy portion of Crelwyns minded frantically searched for answers. As the dawn sun kissed his fevered brow he awoke with a start. The realisation that the four Hooders were actually evil and had induced a trance like spell upon him...By the goddess he yelled they were toying with me mind the sadistic trolls.

In the parting mist he espies a youthful faun of blended youth and maidenly form, fair of skin and comlye of face. his heart began to nthump in his jerkin and the swelling in his codpiece was as prodigeous as it was painful. With aching loins he watched the naked faun cavort amid the wild roses, giggling like an innocent when the flutterbys landed on the horn nubbins that were peeking through the tawny tresses above two precious liquid amber jewels that were eyes and the claret toned arched and bowed lips.

Oh goddess I amin love and lust and turmoil. my mind and body betray me. cannot stand let alone walk ...oh such sweet sweet agony. Suddenly a dark shadow falls over the sylvan glade. Two huge sinister orbs pierce the underbrush and with a wild shriek a gargantuan creature leaps from the bush.

With a hideous snarl and bareing horrendous fangs it seizes the faun and....

 

[Kulindahr]

With sincere apologies to Kulindahr, I think the story would work better if we scrapped his B5 references from it.











And I will submit fully to punishment from Kulindahr for my outrageous behaviour.

Clumsy, no literary imagination at all.

Put the B5 references back, and you do it this way:


... the faun lay dead on the ground, the beast gone. Visions spun in his brain, visions of things and creatures far away. Had they been real? Was he delirious? There had been advice in those visions, but he remembered only one thing: powers beyond him offered him paths, and it was his choice -- turn to the darkness and be like the creature that had killed the faun, or stand to face fire and storm defying that darkness. No one could make him choose, it was his coin toss to call.

Or he could be an innocent, and ignore it all. But the sight of the torn dead fairy creature in front of him dashed that idea: look what innocence had brought it!

Choose, Crelwyn, he told himself...

Not yet, he answered. I'm not ready yet. Then he went and kissed the faun's forehead, for no reason he could think of; it just seemed right....

 

[ChickenGuy]

lol - I actually regret doing that now. Kulindahr has every right to participate in a thread without me charging in and dictating who's posts are worthy and who's are not.

Apologies to Kuli.

I guess I've overstepped my bounds.

*runs away and hides in embarrassment*

 

[fetaby]

Come out of hiding Chickenguy.












It's almost lunch time.

 

[Kulindahr]

lol - I actually regret doing that now. Kulindahr has every right to participate in a thread without me charging in and dictating who's posts are worthy and who's are not.

Apologies to Kuli.

I guess I've overstepped my bounds.

*runs away and hides in embarrassment*

I just took it as an awkward way of saying, "Hey, sci-fi dude, you took our story where no JUBer has gone before, and I think you lost most of us somewhere out near Tau Ceti IV -- can you get back to Earth?"

 

[Kulindahr]

Now that this is in F&G 888 should be reached quickly

Bump

But we need some game ...

You mean like elk?

 

[fetaby]

It's in Fun and Game? Ok

 

[fetaby]

Getting to 888 is the game. Onward to victory!!!

 

[fetaby]

And if I'm the one that gets there first! Well, IDk...

 

[fetaby]

Oh yeah... I'll be happy!

 

[fetaby]

Ugh, My add is kicking in. Time to go. I'll be back though.

 

[fetaby]

See, just that fast.

 

[Kulindahr]

It's in Fun and Game? Ok

Yeah, we got shanghaied.

 

[Kulindahr]

 

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