Post by HarleyThomas1002 on Jan 12, 2010 22:49:23 GMT -5
Like all newlyweds, Lithp and I have gotten into yet another dispute similar to the Anteater vs. Dragon one from long ago only this time it's about short story introductions.
We really need lives.
Narration 1 by Lithp: The world consists of two main continents. Across the ocean to the far east is the empire of Shemzai. The western continent is divided between 2 main territories: The empire of Gehenna in the southern desert and many small countries in the northern region. Deserts have a funny way of creating problems, and Gehenna was no different. At the moment, imperial forces were prevented from expanding.
However, there were 2 other threats emerging from the shifting sands: The first and most obvious was the Acerbi. The Acerbi are most simply described as monsters. They exist in many varieties, seemingly emerge from nowhere, and attack without rhyme or reason. In general, however, they seem to be concentrated near the desert. The other was a religious sect called the Velri. They mostly stuck to
themselves, but I knew for a fact they had much greater ambitions. But the path I went to to reach this conclusion was almost too terrible for words. It would all be worth it in the end, of course. I would fix the problems caused by centuries of idiots running the world into a hole. But first I had to escape from that godforsaken hick town Belle Shores. My chance came in the form of a young woman
[glow=pink,2,300]Magical line of division![/glow]
Narration 2 by Me: I cut the bitch with my totally not ripped off from another but superior fictional character. the damn thing howls in pain, blood pouring from its wound like something out of Bleach.
Its howling is quite annoying. It sounds a lot like a garbage disposale and a dying giraffe. Growing bored with this pointless fight I finish it off with one fell swing lopping its head off. Or what I think is its head. It's not moving besides the usual just decapitated twitching and it's making no more noises so it must be dead.
Sheathing my sword, I grasp the creature by its single horn protruding from its forehead and begin to drag it home. I know it's inedible, but I love the look on mom's face when she sees me bringing home another dead animal. She'll bitch about how there's hardly anymore room in the compost heap, little Joey (I assume that's my brothers name) will look at me in awe, eyes sparkling and tell me I'm the best. He's a cute kid, it's a shame he's going to die someday.
How I dragged the body of a decapitated monster by holding on to a horn on its forehead I don't know. But like damn near everything in this world it probably involves magic.
We really need lives.
Narration 1 by Lithp: The world consists of two main continents. Across the ocean to the far east is the empire of Shemzai. The western continent is divided between 2 main territories: The empire of Gehenna in the southern desert and many small countries in the northern region. Deserts have a funny way of creating problems, and Gehenna was no different. At the moment, imperial forces were prevented from expanding.
However, there were 2 other threats emerging from the shifting sands: The first and most obvious was the Acerbi. The Acerbi are most simply described as monsters. They exist in many varieties, seemingly emerge from nowhere, and attack without rhyme or reason. In general, however, they seem to be concentrated near the desert. The other was a religious sect called the Velri. They mostly stuck to
themselves, but I knew for a fact they had much greater ambitions. But the path I went to to reach this conclusion was almost too terrible for words. It would all be worth it in the end, of course. I would fix the problems caused by centuries of idiots running the world into a hole. But first I had to escape from that godforsaken hick town Belle Shores. My chance came in the form of a young woman
[glow=pink,2,300]Magical line of division![/glow]
Narration 2 by Me: I cut the bitch with my totally not ripped off from another but superior fictional character. the damn thing howls in pain, blood pouring from its wound like something out of Bleach.
Its howling is quite annoying. It sounds a lot like a garbage disposale and a dying giraffe. Growing bored with this pointless fight I finish it off with one fell swing lopping its head off. Or what I think is its head. It's not moving besides the usual just decapitated twitching and it's making no more noises so it must be dead.
Sheathing my sword, I grasp the creature by its single horn protruding from its forehead and begin to drag it home. I know it's inedible, but I love the look on mom's face when she sees me bringing home another dead animal. She'll bitch about how there's hardly anymore room in the compost heap, little Joey (I assume that's my brothers name) will look at me in awe, eyes sparkling and tell me I'm the best. He's a cute kid, it's a shame he's going to die someday.
How I dragged the body of a decapitated monster by holding on to a horn on its forehead I don't know. But like damn near everything in this world it probably involves magic.