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Sep 6th, 2004 02:50 AM | ||
MLE |
you don't have to know to appreciate FS's addition ![]() |
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Sep 6th, 2004 02:21 AM | ||
mubert | The thread itself is stupid, cause nobodys writing, and I cant really relate to it, since I HAVE NO IDEA WHO THE HELL SILIAS AND BEAST BOY ARE! | |
Sep 6th, 2004 12:07 AM | ||
Anonymous | I would like to remind everyone that this story is very, very stupid. | |
Aug 27th, 2004 02:46 PM | ||
HickMan |
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Aug 27th, 2004 01:52 PM | ||
the_dudefather | i diddnt give a shit about that story until it featured beast-boy and Raven. then then i couldnt tell what the hell was going on. | |
Aug 27th, 2004 10:11 AM | ||
mburbank | Beast boy. Tee hee. | |
Aug 27th, 2004 08:34 AM | ||
Supafly345 |
Re: Modern literary genuises of our time, harken! Quote:
{Well, let me put it another way: remember when I bought that dental equipment at a garage sale a few years back, and you couldn’t figure out why I would ever possibly want one?} He said, narrowing his brow and squeezing tighter around the now maniacally laughing beast kid’s windpipe, {now you shall prepare your mouth for the painfu-lkkuk kack--….} Silais begins to cough heavily as he realizes that too much blood has flowed into his lungs, and drops Beast boy when doubling over in hopes to expel the deposit of plasma he is currently drowning in. Though gallons of blood come pouring out of his face, very little of it was from his blood-logged lungs, and he loses balance and falls over since the blood loss prevented him from remembering if he normally stood with his feet or his elbow. This display just makes Beast Boy laugh more than ever, and as his face became red and veins appear in his neck, he watched Silias twitch and gurgle in his bloody puddle of a good pranking. Roll, after witnessing the entire thing, and thinking about her criminal record involved with years of illegal research, decides to cut and run before the feds show up asking her about the “lab error” that led to her mentor’s highly probable death. So, tapping on her wrist a few times, she glitchy megaman teleported the fuck outta there. As for Raven, she decided she wasn’t going to clean this up and walked to her room passing Beast Boy as he was struggling to breathe and had steady streams of tears from his eyes from his continuous laughter. She quickly turned to look at the display to say a frustrated “Boys!” and then slammed her door, snuffing out Silias’ small choking sounds as he still continued his weak struggle against passing out. |
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Aug 26th, 2004 09:34 PM | ||
rook | much better than the kerry/edwards slash i've been reading lately. | |
Aug 26th, 2004 09:22 PM | ||
Anonymous |
I know Roll is from megaman. I don't actually think you're original enough to come up with these retarded cookie-cutter characters on your own mental faculties. As for her being human, call it creative license, you huge sack of long-winded crap. |
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Aug 26th, 2004 09:18 PM | ||
MEATMAN |
That's pretty good, Chojin. Only one problem: you neglected to read the rest of the story first. Here's a quote from where the last one left off: Quote:
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Aug 26th, 2004 09:11 PM | ||
Anonymous |
Re: Modern literary genuises of our time, harken! Quote:
"Silais! Are you all--" Roll's eyes focused in horror at the display before her. Silais was swinging a large, dampened sack over his head that she could only assume contained Beast Boy. Then, with a slight twitch of his eyebrow, the dragon brought his weapon down on the broken pieces of Raven, which were mostly scattered under the sofa. He had apparently been at this for quite a while. "Cut it out! You're hurting him!" Roll cried, as she ran to clutch at Silais' leg. But he was not to be consoled. {ORA NA PETHANIS, POUTANA} In his basest mental state, Silais had reverted to his ancient native tongue - every syllable of which shot icy daggers down Roll's spine. In one swift movement, he discarded the bloody sack formerly known as Beast Boy in the general direction of the opposite wall and grasped Roll's ankle with enough force to shatter it instantly. Her sweat sock filled with blood as her ear-piercing screams were amplified by the tiny room. Silais lifted her inverted body into the air with an uncharacterisic gentleness and peered deep into her tear-filled eyes. Roll had long since relinquished control of her bodily functions to the nightmare that was unfolding before her, but it was at this moment that her bladder elected to empty itself into her undergarments and trickle up her thighs in large, beaded strands, remeniscent of a morning's dew trickling to the roots of a tulip. Exception being, Roll would find no nourishment in this sickly substance. With a wind-up that would make even Roger Clemens feel uncomfortable, Silais reared back and released his veiny, blood-engorged fist full throttle into the girl's head, cracking it like an over-ripe egg and spilling the contents onto the floor and through the opening into the laboratory below. To the tune of the various pieces of skull and matter gradually smacking to the floor below, the one eye still connected to Roll's brain had little choice but to stare in horror as the dragon began to viscerally consume the remains of her body. |
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Aug 26th, 2004 09:03 PM | ||
Captain Goodtimes | Mock him if you wish! | |
Aug 26th, 2004 09:00 PM | ||
Helm |
Re: Modern literary genuises of our time, harken! Quote:
{I am going to punish you} he said, menancingly clipping the retrieved beakers with a malicious, evil, glint, sparkling, in his eyes. Bedroom Brooknob could only make muffled sounds while he slobbered on the inside of the dragon's mighty chokehold. SUBORDINATE TO THE DOMINATION the mighty, girthful, obese dragon growled mightily, and with a meaty girthy lounging darting thrusting feint, he slowly, adeptly, fiercly, mightly shoved the blunt end of the multitool, using the end, in Burnt Brocolli's left earlobe. Which it probably was. {It parts as it is was the heart of the lemon!} the lizardoid immortal notated as he released the cat handle! ANXIETY PROVIDES THE ASPECT OF DAYS! DISLIDGE AND MAKE THE DISAPPEAR! DOMINATION IS SADISTIC WAYS! ALL YOU HEAR IS FEAR! GEAR! GUILTY! NEAR! SEAR! DEAR! CLOCK MY COLOURS, BITCH! All Raven could do was sigh. {sigh} |
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Aug 26th, 2004 08:42 PM | ||
MEATMAN |
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If you people actually went there, you would see the intro: "This is a site for budding fanfiction writers, such as myself, to place their works where everyone can see them." I do not in any way think I am Shakespeare. I know I suck. I only started writing last month. I know for a FACT that this material isn't worth publishing. I write solely to share it with others, as well as get in some writing practice for my college English course, which is a Gordon Rule course, meaning I have to write at least 6,000 words in essays with topics of the instructor's choosing. This is, besides a way to entertain others, an excellent way to learn how to captivate an audience. As for the 'advertising' comment, it is also true that I am currently conducting a membership drive, because otherwise no one would join. Chojin, by sharing the first two paragraphs of one of my stories, is, besides giving you people another way to mock me, actually doing me a favor by getting the message out that my site exists - far better than I was able to, in fact. And so, I truely thank him for doing me a bigger favor than most anyone wouldn't do, even friends. And here's how: Chojin, despite the fact you want to embarass me to the point where I will leave the boards forever, you are in fact doing me a service of immesurable value, and for this, I thank you. No sarcasm, no bitterness, no cynicism. Just pure, honest gratitude. Mock me if you wish, but this is how I feel. Besides, given my social status in middle school, as well as most of high school, I've grown used to the prodding and poking that occured on a daily basis. There is nothing that you could possibly say to me or about my work that will result in me retailiating. I'm not even going to remove you from the group. In fact, I'm considering PAYING you to do this. After all, don't most people pay to have something advertised? |
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Aug 26th, 2004 08:24 PM | ||
Anonymous |
I WANT STORIES, PEOPLE! ![]() |
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Aug 26th, 2004 08:23 PM | ||
MLE |
Meatman: just make sure people know that you don't think you're a budding shakespeare, and that you just write because you enjoy what you write, and you won't sound like the artificer. what made you sound just like the artificer, was the "advertising" comment. it sounds like you think you can make a living as it is with your writing, but i hate to break it to you: your writing is not of publishing caliber. you probably have friends who enjoy reading it, and that's who you should write for. |
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Aug 26th, 2004 08:18 PM | ||
Jixby Phillips | I think every internet fag has said that at one point in their internet fag careers. | |
Aug 26th, 2004 08:18 PM | ||
MEATMAN |
I just read that thread in Forum Backups. I sure as hell hope that I don't come on to you people like that. For those of you who were going to point out that my previous statement could be interpreted as something else, I'm well aware of that. It sounds like a sexual innuendo. Very funny. |
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Aug 26th, 2004 08:15 PM | ||
MLE |
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Aug 26th, 2004 08:10 PM | ||
Anonymous | That's great, meatman, but I don't see what that has to do with the story. | |
Aug 26th, 2004 08:09 PM | ||
MEATMAN | Ha, ha, ha. Mock me all you wish. Make fun of my hard work. Make ridiculous endings for my stories. Fine. But I'd like to see something better from YOU, Chojin. Insults do not make an impression on me. Results do. Besides, you're doing my dirty work for me: advertising my work! How does it feel to be doing this better than I could? You're free to do whatever you wish to try and undermine what was and still is a good idea, but know this: You're only making my job easier. Thanks ever so much, by the way. I can relax knowing I will get a larger exposure here than most anywhere else. | |
Aug 26th, 2004 06:03 PM | ||
McClain | That's fuckin' funny shit FS... | |
Aug 26th, 2004 05:51 PM | ||
MLE |
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Aug 26th, 2004 05:47 PM | ||
FartinMowler |
Kid's write silly stuff :/ You like to dance in ladies underwear in the rain :/ I eat cookies ![]() |
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Aug 26th, 2004 05:46 PM | ||
FS |
Silais dragged Beast Boy over to the table and forced him to lean over it as he unfastened his belt. {It's party time, you animal} Beast Boy attempted to struggle, yet a tiny voice inside him started to speak up and tell him that he liked this, he LOVED this shit, he was ready for it, he had ALWAYS been ready for it. He gasped in feral ecstacy as Silais gradually, yet firmly, slipped into him. He was so big. So very big. |
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