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Stories -Z- (ID: 556741)Country code: mlpchan.png, country type: customflag, valid:   352655

I remember a long time ago, I made threads in the past that had people randomly roll numbers to figure out topics and characters for simple short stories involving characters from the show and even the posters themselves.

I was thinking, instead of having people do that... what if people said what kind of story they wanted and I just did my best to put it together?

If you're interested, post an idea below.

And if not, tell me why I'm wasting my time.

Ika's name (ID: 5c3cdc)Country code: mx, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352656

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Gay noir romance.

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A story with ponies.

!SATSUkIQg2 (ID: 005513)Country code: ponychan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 1  352659

kabel lays eggs in me and then i eat him

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>>352656
I'll give it a shot.

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I've always lived my life working in the dark corners of this world. Keeping those less fortunate from falling prey to the depraved underside of this city as is slowly rots from the inside out. I don't know why I do it anymore, perhaps I feel like it will help my soul... but I ain't much for spirituality. It all came about thanks to a simple job that became so much more so long ago...

It was 15 years ago today, I was working a beat on keeping some kid from running with the wrong crowd. "Please sir! Keep him away from Sparrow's, it's nothing but trouble" the woman said as I looked at the picture she gave me. Young man, about 22, clean cut and hair of gold... shame he grew up here in this place, think of who he could have been. I accepted the job, not because I had a soft spot for him or his mother, but because I needed the money... and I was already 2 months late on my last payment. The mother wanted me to just scare this kid, act tough and steer him back into her arms where she could protect him... I called it suffocating, but I kept that to myself. She gave me the lead I needed to find this kid, he left 2 hours ago to meet with other patrons of this location... just enough time for him to get tangled into something he shouldn't want.

Took no time finding the kid, he stuck out like a lit match in a dark cave... he's got soft features too. No time to think about that now though, seems he got to talking with the owner of Sparrow's already. A woman, if you could call her that, who ran her business as well as she ate... and with the same ferocity. She didn't like men... but I could see the look on her face, she was looking to expand her clientel. She rushed the boy inside, smiling with the guards outside and saying she was not to be disturbed until a deal was met. Damn... no time to think of any other way in, I've got about 15 minutes before she sinks her talons into another fresh piece of meat. That kid deserves better, he's a looker... and could find a much better line of work doing something that didn't feel so beneath him.

Taking out the guards is the easy part, getting the kid out unscathed is another story... but I've improvised well in the past. I knock both the guards out quickly, she's not spending the money she used to on these thugs... guess times are tough for everyone nowadays. Opening the door, I notice she's got a contract for the kid, her overarching gut straining the table she used for her... negotiations. "Don't worry doll, I'll take good care of you and your mother. All you have to do is sign on the dotted line... and all your money troubles will be over." Damn, she works fast... "Don't do it kid," I shout, "A life of servitude isn't what your mother wanted for you." The "woman" picks her chins up and sneers, "You're too late for this one, he's already got his mind made up." She pulls the kid's hands onto her pen and slams the paper down in front of him, while smiling up at me. The kid leads the pen to the paper, damn... I was too late... but he stops, and looks back at me.

I see for the first time his crystal blue eyes, wide open and pristine... untarnished by the evils of this city. His voice, a choir of warmth and purity, lets it known this is the only way he can be sure to care for his mother. He spins back around, reading his hand again to sign the contract before him. His golden locks of hair swayed like the soft grass on the countryside, obscuring his perfect skin. I... I... I never thought he would be this... this... "I can treat you better then she ever would." The words escape my mouth, his eyes affixed on me once again. "Please... come with me...", I stumble the words out, I've never been this nervous... why now? "I... I want to see you become something more", I say, my body is turning hot and sweat drips from my face, "You are so much more, so much better then what she will turn you into". He turns back to the table, apologizes to the woman for wasting her time, and gets up to leave. Her face swells with rage, as she tosses the table to the side, "I WILL NOT BE DENIED BY SOME PRETTY BOY AND HIS FAGGOT LOVER!" The kid turns, stunned by her actions and words, and perhaps because he's unsure of who was who in her description. She pulls out a pistol from within her dress, and aims it towards me. I need to move, but... what about the kid? What if he gets hurt in this cross fire? Could I ever forgive my...

Before I finish my thought, the sound of her firearm rings out in the small room, catching me off guard. I look down, nothing hurts and there's no blood, did she miss? No... wait, THE KID! My eyes look up as his body falls in front of me. Did... did she shoot him?! No... no she was aiming for me, so why... why did he get in the way!? I catch his body, his shirt already stained crimson, his eyes closed. I hold his slender frame, even now he looks as majestic as the full moon on a clear night sky. His eyes opened, those blue crystals already showing signs of weakness. He whispers to me to take care of his mother, and that he's sorry she worried about him. "Hang on kid, you'll be fine!" His eyes close one more, his arm goes limp, I... I can't... I lay his body down gently. His breath slowly fading from his lips... "Such a shame, to think of the money I could have made with a boy like him" My eyes catch hers, cold and soulless... filled with nothing but the broken lives of hundreds of people... "Oh come now, I can't believe even someone like you could have feelings for that young, immature faggot" I snapped.

I don't know what happened after that, but all I remember was running with his limp body in my arms. The rain came down slowly at first... building as I continued to accept what fate had decided for this man. No, fate be damned! I will not accept anything until I hear his voice again! I will run until my legs give out, and then I will crawl. I'll keep going until I die, just if I can see his wonderful eyes gleam with the same intensity as when I first saw them! I burst through the hospital doors, hysteric and incoherent with the front desk. My jacket stained red, my eyes bloodshot... I kept screaming for help until help arrived. They took him from me then, but pushed me away... telling me that I needed to let them do their job... that I did all I could.

It was 15 years ago today, and I'm still in this city... this vile cesspool of depravity and greed. I pull his picture out of my pocket once more, and kiss it gingerly. I don't know where I would be if I didn't meet him then... probably buried under the Sparrow's floor if I'm honest. However, no time to think about that now... I have a job to do... and the sooner I finish, the sooner I can go home to see him. He's making turkey tonight, told me to bring the stuffing after work... *sigh* perhaps he's not as pure as I thought. I smile and put the picture back and head out...

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>>352657
Okay then... it's shorter then the other one though...

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A young girl wakes up in the morning, he eyes greeting the sun as it pokes through the blinds of her window. She's turned 18 today, and as such she is finally a woman in society's eyes. A quick stretch, a wide yawn, and a scratch in an unsightly place and she's up to meet the day. However... there is only one issue with her turning 18, and that is her room. You see, she always had a fascination with horses... but not all horses.

Ponies. She LOVED ponies. I'm talking a sickeningly high level of love for those creatures. Like, if her fondness for these things could be measured by weight, it would be like trying to weight the core of a neutron star. Anyway, back to her room...

You see, her issue was that her room was filled with ponies. Not literal ponies you see, but pony accessories. She had pony posters, pony sheets for her bed, pony pictures, pony figures, pony clothing, pony glasses, and even had a pair of pony socks that looked like little hooves. However, she was 18 now, and all good little girls know that when you turn 18 you need to start acting more grown up. So she got up and began to take the pictures and posters off the wall, her sheets off her bed, her figures down, her clothing out of the drawer, and... well... and then she froze. Why was she getting rid of everything she liked just because people say you need to get rid of your childish things when you turn 18? It didn't make sense to her, why are people not allowed to keep their childish interests when they're older?

So she talked with her mother and her father about it, and asked them why... but they couldn't come up with a clear answer either. She then asked her friends about it, but they too did not have an answer for her. Over and over, she asked who she could find about it but sadly no one seemed to have an answer for her. That is, until she found a very, very, very old woman who was smiling at the park feeding the pigeons. The girl asked the old woman the same question, and the old woman smiled and laughed. The old woman explained that we get rid of the old childish things to allow people to grow up and experience new and exciting things they couldn't have before. The girl nodded, but then told the old woman that she just turned 18 and she doesn't not like ponies. In fact, she likes ponies quite a lot still and was saddened by the fact she would have to give them up.

Again, the old woman smiled and laughed, but this time she took the girl's hand in hers. The old woman said that the girl was very special then, as she was lucky enough to find what she loved very early on and continuing to enjoy it just meant she was certain she knew what she liked already. The girl beamed with pride as she now felt very special, and thanked the old woman before heading home to her parents. With their help, she put everything back where it belonged and beamed with pride as she planned on adding more to her already heavy collection of pony things.

Do you know who that girl was? No, it wasn't anyone you or I know... that would be silly. No, she is just someone who didn't let other people tell her what she can and can't like. She lives her life as we all should, by enjoying what we like and living our lives happy.

Ika's name (ID: 5c3cdc)Country code: mx, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352662

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>>352660
This was a delight to read, thank you very much <3

-Z- (ID: 556741)Country code: mlpchan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 1  352663

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>>352659
*sigh* you and your fascination with kabel... okay...

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Through the dark and quiet world, there exists a small creature that is looking for it's mate. In the shadows, we can see what most scientists call Kah-bhele Sapien, or Kabel for short. It speaks with very unusual clicks and sounds, but most studies to decipher the "language" have proven to be... unsuccessful. All we do know is that is seems to be mating season for the creature, and so we begin to see the ritual unfold.

First, Kabel prepares a home for his new potential mate by sprucing up a place most scientists call "Kabel-Bed". It's a place of comfort for him, but also a place where he tries to lure most potential mates to as well. Once a mate is chosen, he will succumb to any actions his mate does to him as his job is now finished once he has spread his genes. Ahh, off in the distance there appears to be a potential mate for him.

It does appear to be much larger then Kabel, but I doubt he seems to mind much. Yes... yes... it seems that his advances have woo'd the larger mate to his nest. The larger creature we have decided to call Satisukus-phagous, but we shall call it Satsuki for short. It seems that Kabel is no stranger to where he must spread his genes, as he begins laying "egg" sacks inside his mate. These "egg" sacks are really just containers of his genetic material which can be used on a later date to produce offspring when the time and place are right. With his job now done, Kabel allows the larger Satsuki to do with his body as they wish.

Oh my! It seems that our friend Kabel has allowed himself to be eaten by the larger mate. This is most interesting... but not uncommon. In fact, it is very rare that humans get to witness such an activity unfold in the wild, let alone on camera. Truly, this is quite a sight to behold. Not to worry the viewers of course, but take heart knowing that Kabel will be quite alright. We will see him again in due time, but for now he has made a home within the larger Satsuki for the time being.

Well, until next time, we here at [b]Nature Uncovered[/b] wish you all a wonderful night.

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>>352661
That was a good story, thank you!

The moral is to always like ponies.

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>>352662
I'll be honest, it's messy and garbled... but I tried to make it as close as to what you requested. Plus... I tried to leave it with a better ending then I first drafted for it.
>>352664
I believe the moral is to like what you like, no matter what other people say.

Ika's name (ID: 5c3cdc)Country code: mx, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352666

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>>352665
Well this average porn artist who has read like one or two books during his entire life thinks is great, so take that as you will!

(ID: 493585)Country code: at, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352667

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>>352665
But especially ponies!

-Z- (mobile) (ID: ecda38)Country code: us, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352668

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>>352666
You just think it's great because it's made by your specifications.
>>352667
*sigh* take it as you will...

(ID: 493585)Country code: at, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352669

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>>352668
I'm just joking. It was a nice little story.

Ika's name (ID: 5c3cdc)Country code: mx, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352670

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>>352668
It's mostly because I can't imagine myself writing something like that. But of course you have way more knowledge about writing than I do so i'm not saying that your opinions on it are flawed, just saying that I did consider it really good.

-Z- (mobile) (ID: ecda38)Country code: us, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352671

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>>352669
Well thanks.
>>352670
>way more knowledge
I don't have much if any knowledge about writing. If you enjoyed it, that's fine... but it's not good.

at least three people offered so that's something...

-Z- (mobile) (ID: ecda38)Country code: us, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352672

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Well... at this point I'm going to sleep.

I'll keep writing if people most more ideas.

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>>352672
Sleep tight!

-Z- (ID: 556741)Country code: mlpchan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 1  352732

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I'll be down to try out round 2 in about an hour, if anyone is interested.

Anonymous (ID: fa9446)Country code: gb, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352736

A ballad tragedy with a fightclub-esque twist to it.

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>>352736
Well, here goes nothing.
Not sure if the twist works but it's a shot.

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"My life has been torn asunder,
by my actions of the past.
I don't know what I did wrong,
Everything happened so fast.

I had a wife who did love me,
her life was one of pleasure.
However with time, her patience wore thin,
she abandoned her life she had treasure.

What did she find, what could it be,
what made her leave my side.
She had two kids that she'd leave,
What did she think I would hide.

'You're a monster' she cried,
as she packed her bags to leave.
I couldn't let her leave, she knew too much,
I worked it out quick, the lie I would weave.

She wouldn't listen to my words,
They failed to do what I wanted.
So my hand I did use, to change her deer mood,
She didn't expect to feel so daunted.

'YOU WON'T LEAVE ME' I cried,
As I muffled her loud scream.
The panic set in, her legs kicked a lot,
And her tears, down her face they did stream.

I held her in tight so she wouldn't escape,
She finally seemed to relax.
As her body went limp, her eyes did go dull,
and her neck made a few awful loud cracks.

'She's gone' I whispered to myself,
Looking down at the deed I had done.
She kept me entertained for a while, but
Seems I need to find myself a new one."

Anonymous (ID: fa9446)Country code: gb, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352742

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>>352740

Wow I was just trying to test the limits here and then you just decide to bring that to the table.

Thoroughly impressed, that hit pretty much all three of the marks.

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>>352742
Wait... really...?

Anonymous (ID: fa9446)Country code: gb, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352747

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>>352743

I'd certainly say so.
Thought I was throwing you a curveball there, but now I'm the one who looks stupid.
Brava.

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>>352747
I feel like... you're making fun of me... sorry if you're not, but...

thanks... if you're not.

Anonymous (ID: fa9446)Country code: gb, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352750

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>>352748

What do I have to gain for making fun of you I'm an anon posting on an almost dead imageboard.
Take the compliment, dude.
I was genuinely impressed.

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>>352750
Sorry... force of habit.

Thanks.

-Z- (ID: 556741)Country code: mlpchan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 1  352763

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By the way, I'm still open to suggestions.

(ID: 2f0336)Country code: at, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352780

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Can you make a fun haiku?

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>>352780
Fun is a weird word,
One with different meanings,
How does one have fun?

(ID: 493585)Country code: at, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352784

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>>352783
A play of words that people would usually consider as amusing's what I mean.

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>>352784
Alright

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People love their fun
They love their entertainment,
One needs fun to live.

Also, the response before was a haiku as well.

(ID: 493585)Country code: at, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352786

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>>352783
Sneaky and hidden
Disguised by thoughts on pleasure
Haiku goes unseen

>>352785
Thanks!

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>>352786
You're welcome.

-Z- (ID: 556741)Country code: mlpchan.png, country type: customflag, valid: 1  352789

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If anyone else is interested in anything, please do not feel shy to ask.

I'll get them done as soon as I am able to.

!SATSUkIQg2 (ID: 005513)Country code: us, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352794

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>>352663
Perfect.

Anonymous (ID: 92c9ae)Country code: us, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352795

>>352794
nice beepboop

!SATSUkIQg2 (ID: 005513)Country code: us, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352796

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Anonymous (ID: f307cf)Country code: us, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352798

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A story about a fedora wielding swordsman who has to go all out against his master's wishes in order to win the waifu of his dreams.

!SATSUkIQg2 (ID: 005513)Country code: us, country type: geoip, valid: 1  352821

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>>352798
I'm digging that room layout tbh.

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>>352798
Alright, lets see if this fits... I kinda went a little in-depth with this one... so it'll have to be in two parts.

PART 1

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My name is Deibu-san, and I have learned the way of the warrior to appease to the honor of my one and true beloved Eimi-chan. I am a spry and virile man of 37 and have worked very diligently for the past 3 months to better my combat skills and endurance thanks to the assistance of my master, Rojin-sensei. Today is the day where my training is finished, as my bank account has run dry from the cost of training with Rojin-sensei in his dojo down by the river.

"Today is my graduation day master", I say while wearing my most appropriate ahegao kimono, "I am finally ready to earn the my waifu's love." I sheathe my mail-order katana back in it's meticulously crafted plastic case and turn to leave.

"*BELCH* What? oh, you ran oxut of money huh?", my master takes a large swig from his light beer, draining it in the process, "Nwell, slet me knoiw when you've gto some morde and you'll learn more from... the masterp! ahahahaha!" His laughter can be hear echoing through the dojo. He then goes silent, and with a very serious look on his face says, "You must promise me one thign tehough, *WHEEZE* you must never use any of what i havee taught myou ot overpower someone. You must onlqy use this to protect, for that is the bushido *BURP* way". His face is that of stern concern and vast knowledge, of one who has lived a thousand lifetimes within his mind. With the last of my teacher's trainings, I leave and head for the home of my beloved. I could swear I could hear my teacher's laughter carry through the trees as I left, he certainly is wise.

It took me no time at all to arrive at the home of my Eimi-chan, for I have her address memorized within my lock-and-key mind. Her flowing golden hair reminds me of the wheat that is harvested in summer before being made into the TopRamen I enjoy. Her green eyes shine as the eyes of my most precious High-Quality Figurine in my collection. Her voice is that of my precious 2nd-best Hatsune Miku if she were alive and real today. Everything about her makes my heart go Doki-Doki, and today she will be mine!

*Knock Knock* I lightly tap on her door with the butt of my walking cane, smirking at the pagan symbol of worship placed upon it. Such a shame that she still believes in a fairy tale, but I will show her the error in her ways with my vast knowledge of science and common sense. "Eimi-chan! I am here to earn your love!" There is no answer, strange as today is her one free day she has from both her school and work. I know as I've memorized everything that involves her life, her interests, and even her bathroom habits. Once again, I yell out, "Eimi-chan! Where are you? Do you need me to help y-".

My voice is cut off by the sound of someone I don't know, another male. "dude, go away! Amy doesn't want to talk to you, you're like... 15 years older then her and you creep her out!" This male is trying to keep me from my Eimi-chan, he's trying to steal her from me! I will not let that happen! "Stand aside you insolent cur, do not trap my precious Eimi-chan from me for today is the day she will be mine!" His voice rings out again behind the door, "Dude! Amy said she doesn't want to deal with you anymore! She said she's already got an order of protection from you, why don't you take the hint and FUCK OFF!" Such foul language, there's no doubt that my precious Eimi-chan is being held captive by this man... by this, this... monster!

I rear back to charge and run as fast as I can to try and break down the door. It holds without damage, seems this door is made of master craftsmanship to withstand my mighty blows. There must be another way in to this home, some way to get in besides the front door. Of course, how could I forget! There's the sliding glass door in the backyard which doesn't have a lock on it. I know this thanks to my fantastic memory. Don't worry Eimi-chan, your hero is on the way to save you from that vile brute.

I shout out that I guess I have been beaten and will leave before slowly working my way to the backyard. Thankfully, I am able to gracefully climb over the fence into the backyard where, lo and behold, the back door is already open. However, this seems too easy... perhaps this is a trap! I ready my hand on my katana, never know when and where the enemy will strike. Suddenly, there is a loud growling coming from inside the house and a flash of grey streaks out! They were prepared for me and sent out a vicious hell-hound to thwart my advancement! Time to test out my skills that my master had me train by cleaning out his gutters and scrubbing his grill to perfection.

The hound comes barreling after me, but I dodge just in time for it to narrowly miss me. It skids to a halt and turns to attack me again, but this time my hands are ready. As it charges, my blade comes out from it's sheath and strikes the beast on it's front legs, causing it to send out a shriek in pain. The beast falls to the ground and begins whimpering as it tends to it's wounds so I sheath my blade, it knows when it is beaten. However, I must move fast as the brute must have heard that sound by now and would come to check on how it's hound is doing. I make haste into the domicile, I am this much closer to making sure that my precious Eimi-chan is safe.

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>>352798
>>352824
And now...

PART 2

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Inside the house, my eyes gaze upon the interior of my poor Eimi-chan's prison. These symbols of pagan worship are truly a sign of how unintelligent these barbarians are as they keep my poor Eimi-chan from knowing the truth. I can hear the faint sound of someone coming, I need to hide my presence the only way I know how. I duck behind the large couch and begin to slow my heartbeat down, that way they won't be able to sense that I am here. The footsteps get louder, and louder, but my concentration is far too powerful to be swayed by these amateurs.

"DUDE! What the fuck are you doing in here, I thought I told you to get the fuck out!" The brute's voice is above me, seems I took him too lightly. Perhaps he was able to sense my power-level after all, I will need to work with my master to help hone my abilities in the future. "You shall not keep me from my precious Eimi-chan there ye bastard, I will protect her from the likes of you!" I ready my hand on my blade, keeping my eyes on the bastard as I stand up from behind the couch. "Alright, I don't know what the fuck is going on here Dave, but I need you to get the fuck out of this house before I call the FUCKING police!" Fool, he believes that I would fall for such a bluff. He should know that I could reason with the police and tell them the real story, of how I was freeing my Eimi-chan from the sticky tendrils of this poisonous chad. "I will give you one chance to leave, however I will not hesitate to strike you down if I need to. Consider this your final warning." I take the blade from it's scabbard and ready it with both my hands, keeping my eyes on his as he backs up. "You're fucking mental dude, I'm calling the police and then I'm going to kick your fucking ass!" As he reaches for the phone, I take my chance and charge him, slicing up to keep him from counter attacking.

I would be lying if I didn't say I enjoyed his screams of pain as my blade tasted fresh human blood for the first time that wasn't my own. His whole body recoiled as he fell to the ground, clutching his arm to keep the wound from getting worse. With him distracted, I rush as fast as I can to where Eimi-chan's room is, I've memorized the layout of her home with the utmost scrutiny. I kick down the flimsy door and rush in, "Eimi'chan, I'm here to save you!" I see her cowering in the corner, she's so scared from all the commotion, no doubt due to her being such a pure and defenseless maiden. Not to worry my dear, I am here to save you from this horrible place. I reach out to her, but when she looks up at me she seems... different. I don't see the same woman I feel in love with, I see someone who's... changed. And why would she still be in her underwear at this time of day... wait...

I see on her nightstand an empty package, one that I was hoping to use myself today. Was... was she... SHE WAS RAPED, BY THAT BASTARD! I will kill him, he stole my precious treasure from me, he stole away the woman that I loved! This... this thing before me... this is no longer my precious Eimi-chan. This thing is nothing but a cock-hungry whore! Someone who's just waiting to get the next disgusting pox ridden dick in her! I begin to cry, her innocence has been taken from her... I must do the only thing I can do now to help her. I ready my blade, it will not be easy but I must release my beloved from the awful life she was going to live without me by her side. I whisper to her "I'm sorry" before raising the blade above my head, I have to make this one quick strike... I can't let her suffer. "I will always remember you as I did before, my precious Eimi-ch-"

"FREEZE! DON'T MOVE!" The voice comes from behind me. "DROP THE BLADE, AND PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD! DO NOT MAKE ANY SUDDEN MOVES OR I WILL BE FORCED TO SHOOT!" There's a police man behind me, holding his gun pointed in my direction. Seems that I have to try and diffuse the situation here, so I slowly put my blade down and put my hands behind my head. The police man quickly puts my hands into their own set of cuffs due to my newly developed muscles, I don't blame him for being cautious. He then checks on that harlot in the corner as his partner keeps me detained on the ground until the back-up arrives. During this, the policeman continues talking with my defiled Eimi-hikoku to get her side of how she was forcibly held against her will and was raped!

But... that's not what I hear... I hear my precious Eimi-chan talking about how she was talking with her younger brother as to why he felt it necessary to leave his discarded condom wrapper on her nightstand, when I arrived asking for her. Wait... his discarded condom wrapper... did her brother... oh, oh no. I tried talking with her, to apologize for my lapse in judgement, but the policeman quickly told me to keep quiet and left with her. I was led outside and put into a police car, and with what time I had I reflected on my actions. I broke the one rule of my master... I used my new power to overpower my opponents for my own personal gain, I was not defending my Eimi-chan from anyone as she was not in danger. I was taken from the scene just as her parents arrived to check on her, and watched them embrace just before being driven off.

In the time that's followed, I was put under house arrest and my mother was given the express duty of monitoring me. The police took my collection of blades and I wasn't allowed to leave for 180 days, and in that time I lost contact with my precious Eimi-chan and her whereabouts. Rumor has it she and her family picked up and left the state after that little incident, but to where I don't know. After I was released, my mother kicked me out of the house, saying she couldn't deal with me anymore. She did offer to help me by providing me some money until I had a "real job", as she called it. So with no where to live, I went to the only place I knew, back to the house of my sensei. He agreed to let me live there, as long as I continued my duties as his student and provided him some beer money when he was low. It's not too bad though, I have grown as a person and come to understand that my precious Eimi-chan... er, that Amy wasn't mine to begin with. That I need to show my prowess before I can claim my right as a dominant male.

Besides, I've now found a new waifu... and she only costs $400.

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>>352798
>>352824
>>352826
... something tells me that this one was probably not read...

Shame.

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>>352824
>>352826
That story didn't go the way I expected.

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>>352847
Thanks
>>352861
Well what did you expect?

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>>352863
I guess I expected some sort of anime-based story.

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>>352864
Well sorry to disappoint, but when I hear the words "fedora wielding swordsman" I don't think of anime.

I think more of weebs and the like.

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>>352867
It's not a disappointment at all. It was refreshingly different.

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I'm back at this again if anyone is interested.

I'll state that no request is too odd or vague, I'll do my best to fulfill it.


>>352869
Ah.

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>>352957
Well... I mean, sounds like you enjoyed it...
maybe, actually probably not liked it... but it did provide some entertainment for you so...

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>>352971
It was entertaining. Quit being the writers equivalent of an incel

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>>352973
>writers equivalent of an incel


Uhh... I'm not... sure what you actually mean...

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>>352973
Man, if people who feel they're at risk of being lolcows don't constantly self-hate and self-criticize, we turn into the neckbeardos you despise, and you call us autistic degenerates and tell us to gas ourselves. But now you're turning around and saying the mindset that would protect us from going down that path is equally evil, so you leave people with no viable option. You don't get to have it both ways.

Truth is, sometimes self-awareness is an innate thing that doesn't change, and when you're not especially blessed with it, you just have to err hard in either one general direction or the other, because you can't see exactly where the needle lies and know if you're in that perfect goldilocks zone.

"The answer is somewhere in the middle" is spiffy on paper. In practice, sometimes you don't have any choice but to think in terms of "pushing the pile."

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>>352981
... what the fuck are you talking about...?

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>>352981
just be normal lmao
you can't be perfect like moi, but normalcy is trivial

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>>352982
The nibbas who kvetch that you're incelly for constant mental masochism are by and large the same nibbas who once spammed photos of speddy men and 12-year-olds doing dumb things and endlessly insisted that we all CRIIIIIIIIIIINGE at these pariahs as if the existence of one of them was enough to bring down a civilization and that they deserved death for wearing the wrong shirt color. Be self-effacing and they'll crucify you; do the opposite and they'll still crucify you.

I'm willing to bet both nuts, and all that issues thenceforth, that incel culture started when folks who were generally out of step with society and vaguely realized it came across the most vitriolic variants of cringe culture and saw themselves in the individuals being humiliated, and so started a severe obsessive pattern of deliberately trying to be the opposite of those things, until it hit a point of mental masochism.
I know because I was exactly there, and it was exactly this type of mental masochism that pushed me to the precipice of lurking wizchan because I was convinced it was the only kind of place society wanted me to be. That's the entire incel community psychology in a word: mental masochism. I know what it means to be on that end of the spectrum as I do the other end. I know the psychology inside out.
And I can attest that "just use common sense" is less than useless to the type.
Overbearing people created this psychology with their cruelty, and now they must sleep in the bed they shat in.


Yes, "don't be an idiot but also don't flagellate yourself thinking you're an idiot" is an impossible standard for some people. "Loosen up" or "tighten up" are both more definite directions than "the answer is somewhere in the middle," because the middle is an undefined zone of indeterminate length and centerpoint, not something you can approach from either 10ft or 50ft away just by knowing the general direction. Middlegrounding is destructive criticism that gives you nothing to build upon. If it's not advice you can clearly apply, then it's just a crude shove in the back and a dismissal, not real advice.

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>>352984
... you're as "perfect" as I am hated...
>>352985
Look, I'm gonna be real with you... I am not, nor will I probably ever, read a post that can't be summed up into a much more concise sentence.

Cause if you can't sum up what you're saying in a small amount of info... you're probably speaking gibberish...

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>>352987
"Incel" mentality is masochistic; lolcow mentality is careless and self-negligent; they're on opposite ends of the same spectrum; no one gets to complain about someone being one if they'd also complain about you being the other.

In a fable's terms: "Don't respect anyone who blows hot and cold air from the same mouth."

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>>352988
It sounds more like you're trying to say people fall into a false dichotomy or tu quoque(you too).

People have differing opinions and rational behind their thoughts of what the perceive as good/bad. What some may find as cool and enjoyable, others may see it as uncool and cringy. No matter what, you can't force someone to like/dislike something just because you do/don't.

And to those people who want to look for an argument no matter what is said, they're either going to be labeled as a hypocrite or as a confrontational individual looking for a fight.

So basically... people are people.

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>>352989
Well, any property a person has is also a dimension.

Assuming anyone has a given level of self-effacement, then that factor is a dimension of that person. While they may be defined more or less by a different property, they nonetheless fall somewhere on a spectrum of that property no matter what. If you have that property, and if different values of that property exist, then you inherently fall somewhere on a spectrum of that property, regardless of what your other properties are.

Thus the dichotomy isn't false, because it is always possible to construct a spectrum of individuals if only that property is what is being observed.

What I'd argue is that the spectrum of Self-Effacement is where both lolcows and "incel" mentality lie as different extremes of the spectrum.

So the only thing to be debated is whether these two extremes really are best defined by the self-effacement spectrum, which I'd argue is true to a degree. But the fact that individual properties like these can be compared as spectra isn't contestable, it's a given.

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>>352990
>self-effacement
>Those who are shy and like to stay out of the spotlight, shunning praise or attention. To remove yourself from various situations.

You sure that's the term you're looking for here?

Cause to me, what you're saying here doesn't make a lick of sense.

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>>352993
Self-flagellation, then. Word confusion.
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>>352994
*sigh* don't try and use words you don't understand in order to try and sound smart... in the end, you look more like an idiot.

Besides... the word you might have been using was probably "debasement".


There are people who make themselves the fool for other's amusement are properly called jesters,. These people exist, and these people enjoy it, we have evolved to a point in society where it is easy to laugh at the misfortunes or mistakes of others as it makes us feel better about ourselves, because we aren't them.

It always breaks down to the point of us as a person being at least a little better then the person at the bottom, it's how many people rationalize their lives and life choices.

>Well I don't make 6 figures at my job, but at least I'm not earning minimum wage.

>Well I'm only earning minimum wage, but at least I'm not living paycheck to paycheck
>Well I'm only living paycheck to paycheck, but at least I've got a job.

It could always be worse, that's the mentality many people have. It could always be better then it is, but the fact it isn't worse is sometimes the silver lining people need. Be it because of money, friends/family, relationships, hobbies, society, gender, age, I mean the list goes on indefinitely.

People they have their own thought processes, they have their own hobbies, they live their own lives... if people choose to make fun of the person, it is up to them based upon their own mentality and how society has influenced them to decide if they continue the activity because they enjoy it... or to change and fall more into line with the general populous's understanding of what is considered "socially acceptable".

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>>352997
>*sigh* don't try and use words you don't understand in order to try and sound smart... in the end, you look more like an idiot.
Accident.
Sometimes I pick a definition up from the context and it works.
Every so often it doesn't.
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>>353001
I don't speak with any malicious intent, I speak more from experience. Besides, better to use a word or phrase better understood by the general populous then to seem superior by using one some people may not understand the meaning of.

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>>353002
It's more like "uhhhh, quick, I need to find a word to fit this concept but it's escaping me," and reaching for the closest synonym usually works. It's MORE difficult to be terse because you also need to be more precise, so verbosity, the easy thing, can't possibly look smarter.

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>>353003
Using a word without properly knowing the word is a very surefire way of making yourself look like an idiot.
And even when using synonyms for words, you should make sure the meaning you're trying to convey actually says what you're trying to... and not just "close enough".

Also...

>verbosity

>using more words then needed

It's more difficult to be proper with your meanings then to use more words in a garbled mess of information that vaguely states what you're trying to say...?

You're making a statement, not writing an essay...

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>>353005
Well, words are the scaffolds of thought, not thought themselves. It's easier to land several body wounds til it bleeds to death than get a headshot.

If you hit on enough thoughts that are tangent to the same thing, in lieu of being able to articulate it nail on the head, the brain can fill in the blanks of their commonalities. The longer they're reading, the more of the same things you were thinking they see, until hopefully the conclusion just pops out at them. The less content, the greater proportional impact any single mistake has on the idea being conveyed.

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>>353006
... communication is an exchange of thoughts... it's not a fight, you donut...

You muddle your information, there is not going to be many people (if any) who are going to try and decipher what in the holy fuck you're actually trying to say.

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>>353007
Not that I muddled an unmuddled thing. I couldn't de-muddle it enough. My writing has always been top-down. It starts out as a voluminous abstract blob that I need to actively trim and streamline.

It's not an active thing. The word-shart just streams out automatically when the target isn't hit by the first few sentences.

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>>353008
There's this wonderful concept, where when you start writing something, you can hit that little backspace key and start over with a proper thought.

This isn't a race, it isn't permanent, you can work on your ar·tic·u·la·tion to make sure what you're saying actually makes some proper sense.

... unless you're memeing... or Kabel...

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>>353009
It would've been lucid had not I mistook one word.

And I'm phoneposting so stuff's harder to delete.
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>>353010
Unless you're writing to a therapist, just streaming your consciousness into a textwall is just asking people to... ignore what you're saying.

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>>353011
Trip and Mac I could always comprehend, and they did tend to rack up word counts. Posts in those styles were candy once.

But everything changed when the Bogdanoffs attacked.

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>>353012
There's a time and a place for a wall of text, and unless we're talking about the laws of reality and how they've been shaped over the entire course of history... ya know, something that can't really be summed up in 1-2 sentences, then the wall of text really isn't needed.

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I'll drop one final bump of this thread if anyone else is interested in this, but afterwards this thread will die off naturally.

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A man wakes up, and discovers he's the last remaining human in a meta-human apocalyptic world, and later finds out he is the key to saving the world.

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>>352981

Good point

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>>353111
A little more serious for this one.
Also, the gender is open as well... so...

PART 1

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A low hum slowly fills the room as the white overhead lights begin to flicker on, one by one. These long dormant machines have been running effortlessly for so long, but even machines break down eventually. A single pod starts to move forward as the facility begins to run through it's final instructions, when all power has failed to release anyone who still shows signs of life. This single pod is all that is left from a time long ago, a time when humans were still much more naive and ignorant of the universe around them.

As the pod opens, the lights dim down, and a single hand emerges to lift the body contained within up. "Ugh... wh-where am I... who... who am I...?" The voice carries into the empty space as a figure emerges from the pod and looks around. "Hello?" The voice calls out, "Is there anyone out there?" There's no answer, not even the sound of their own voice comes back to greet them, they are truly... alone. The figure walks to a nearby glowing console, it's orange text slowly blinking in the dim lights around it.

- CONGRATULATIONS -
YOU HAVE BEEN SUSPENDED FOR ERROR YEARS
IT IS CURRENTLY THE YEAR ERROR

TEMPORARY MEMORY LOSS IS TO BE EXPECTED
THANK YOU FOR USING SUPERITECH INDUSTRIES
THE ONLY PLACE TO EXPERIENCE THE FUTURE


The lights flicker on and off, the power of this place isn't going to last very much longer. The figure walks back to their pod to see if they can find any information of who they are, but the only thing they can made out is the name VDE-1. "Am I... VDE-1...?" the figure asks, hoping to find an answer, "No... no, my name is... Charley... Charley Lee." They begin to recoil as the memories begin to start flooding back to them, of who they are, and why they were in this place to begin with.

Charley Lee, a name once synonymous with the word genius, innovator, hero. They had been on the forefront of pushing mankind towards the next step in evolution. Their firm had worked tirelessly to create a stable form of nanotechnology to help human kind, one that could end all forms of suffering across the globe. World hunger, endangered species, pollution... all of these things would be corrected with the use of this technology. However, in their pursuit of helping the world there was no way to foresee the devastation that was on it's way. A large meteor, one roughly 60 miles in diameter, was on a collision course with the planet and upon impact would decimate all life on the planet. With no other options, the most powerful people worked together to find a way to help preserve their species and prevent the human race from being extinct. It was decided that a random genetic lottery would be used to decide which people would be saved and preserved to best benefit the preservation of the species after the events. With the use of cryogenics, 100,000 people were preserved in secret from the general populous to weather the incoming apocalypse and to give humans a chance at survival. Charley insisted on using their nanotech to help rebuild after the catastrophic events have ended, stating it would be the best chance any trace of human beings would have to survive.

"How... how long has it been...? Have long have I been frozen...?" Charley began to work his way around the facility, looking for an exit. "Am I the last human being alive...!?" Charley's voice rang out, echoing off the walls as they continued their efforts in leaving. A simple red sign blinked in the distance by a large locked door, perhaps that was the exit Charley was looking for. As Charley walked towards the door, what energy was left was used to begin opening the locks. One by one the large deadbolts retracted from the frame slowly, releasing the large metal door and revealing the outside world. The sun's rays pierced the dimly lit room, blinding Charley as they continued to take their first steps into the new world before them. As their eyes began to focus, Charley couldn't believe what they were seeing... the world he once knew was...

It was all exactly the same, nothing seemed any different. The air was fresh, the wind blew gently through the large swaths of forest before them, and there were no signs of any devastation at all. It seemed to good to be true, but everything was just as it was before Charley descended down into the facility before being frozen for so long. As they walked through the forest, they noticed out in the distance smoke from a small village. Charley was ecstatic, because if there was a village, that meant there must be people! Charley began running as fast as they could towards the village, they had so many questions about the future they couldn't wait to have answered. After a short 30 minutes of running, Charley had finally arrived on the edge of town. There were people all around, all doing their own thing and living their lives like nothing had happened, and perhaps nothing did happen. Charley ran towards the closet person, "HEY! What year is this?!" It was around this moment where he noticed these people were... different, they weren't normal. They looked like mutants!

Charley stopped, looking around at all of the faces now looking at him. They all had differing characteristics, some had 4 eyes while others had 1. There were people with more then 2 legs, people who were taller and larger then an SUV, and some people who looked like fully grown adults in the size of a child. Some of them had fur, some had scales, some had feathers, and even some of them had a combination of all three. The "people" around Charley started to whisper to one another, eventually more and more came out of hiding to see what was the commotion about. One of them called out, "Yerheir weer weereir weerpher?" while point at Charley. Another then seemed to scream "Weer char ner xe charpher, nerzehore eir kre ureeir!" Charley didn't know what they were saying, it was an unknown language unlike anything they had heard before. "Weer' eir orepherter, weer ahr ner zeh weerzeh!" This seemed to be said in some form of anger, and soon 4 large armor-clad "people" came to Charley, branding what looked to be weapons. "I don't mean anyone any harm, so please put your weapons down," Charley said while motioning to the armor-clad guards. "Zeh ahr ner weerweerzeh weer weer urezeh weer, ner ner zeh weer zeh srehre" came from one of the guards, as they circled Charley. Without notice, Charley was struck and everything faded to black.

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>>353111
Oh, and again it's too large for one post... so here's

PART 2

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Upon waking, Charley found themselves in a metal cell. The walls were sleek, no gaps, and the bars seemed to be made of some form of red light. As Charley approached the bars to examine them further, a voice called out, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." It spoke in the same weird language from before, but Charley could understand it this time. "I must apologize for how you were treated earlier," the voice said, "Most of the country folk do not do well with... newcomers." In Charley's ear was a small device, an earpiece which seemed to translate the voices speech into something they could understand. Charley looked around, unsure of where the voice could be coming from. "Who are you, where am I, what is happening?!" Charley called out clutching their head, "I don't understand what's happening, WHAT IS GOING ON!" There was nothing but silence, but soon the voice began again, "I will answer all of your questions soon enough, but let me show you where you are". There was an audible click, and the bars vanished before Charley. "Please head down the hall to the large green door, I will speak with you there." Charley was unsure if they could trust the voice... but there was nothing much else they could do either so they walked towards the green door. Upon the door opening, Charley was met with another one of the "people" they saw before. "What happened, what happened to humanity," Charley asked, unsure if they wanted to know the answer or not, "How did people get to become... this?". The "person" sighed, and spoke...

"It was long ago, when the old ones were first awoken from their slumber. They awoke to a planet filled with nothing but death and disease, of pain and misery. If they were to survive, they would need a tool. Something to work the land, filter the water, clean the air. They called this tool the Nano-Boltar, a tool of great power and infinite use." The "person" seemed to frown upon coming to this detail. "You see, our people live with the Nano-Boltar inside us, it helps us live and breath. Without it, we would not be able to eat, to drink, to breath, or exist. It continues to mold us, work us in the image of the old ones to help preserve their image." The "person" then became angry, clutching their fists as they spoke. "You see, our people have been cursed! We have angered the old one's commands for life, to preserve their image! Too many of us strayed from the proper way of life and we all now pay for their sins! We all used to look like you, we all used to look like the old ones!" Charley seemed confused, but the "person" continued. "More and more, our people have changed into these... things! Into these abominations of flesh and bones, into these insults upon our old ones! However, perhaps you can help us!" The "person" looked to Charley, holding an old book in their arms. "There is much of the old ones tools we have learned, but there is so much more we do not understand. I believe you speak the same language written here, in the old texts they too once used." Charley looked at the book, but it seemed to be nothing more then an old journal. The "person" presented the book to Charley, and upon closer inspection Charley noticed it was not just a journal. It was their own personal journal, showing all the research and understanding of their nanobot technology from before the apocalypse. "I... I don't know what I can do for you or your people," Charley said, holding the book close, "What would I be able to do?" The "person" stated, "There is a holy place, where the old ones first emerged, which many of our researchers believe could be the solution to our problems. If you are willing to help, we will take you there. I want you to know, if no cure is found soon for our plight... not only would we never appease the old ones commands, but our research shows our people will soon be unable to have children. Our entire species, our people, would slowly wither and die." Charley thought for some time, but agreed to help in any way they could.

Charley and a handful of "people" arrived to the holy site, the original facility that Charley had worked to help humanity so long ago. It was broken and reclaimed by nature, Charley thought about all of their colleagues who never made it as they were not chosen back then. "Inside," one of the "people" spoke, "we hope it holds the answers to the questions we have, and a way to help reverse what has happened." Charley wandered in alone, making up a story about how the translated text on the door (which said welcome) said to not enter unless you were of the old one's image. Inside, the facility was broken and overgrown with vegetation, but a console still had power near one of the lab desks. Its flashing text showed a message which suddenly made everything make sense...

- ATTENTION -

INSUFFICIENT HUMAN GENOME DATA
CORRUPTION MAY RESULT IN VARIED RESULTS

PLEASE INFORM CHARLEY LEE TO REMEDY THIS DATA


The corrupted data, that would explain why Charley had seen these "people" as they were. The nanobots from before worked, they helped keep the people alive and thriving when they awoke so long ago. It would also explain the variations in these "people" as well, as the corrupted genome data would be fixed by borrowing from similar strains within the nanobot's data set. All Charley would have to do at this point would be a reset of the data on humans and everything would be fixed, the "people" would go back to looking like real people in a 2-3 months. Charley quickly worked their way down into the data center of the facility, and upon finding it looked through the terminal available to see if they could remedy the situation. All Charley would have to do is find the human data set, reset the genome data and... "wait," Charley said aloud, "the only proper human data is... me." Charley remembered when the data was initially set, the nanobots had to deconstruct a collection of parts from the subject. Typically, they used cadavers as the data was the same if the subject in question was living or dead but... in this case, there was no dead source. There was only one source, Charley. A moral dilemma ran within Charley's head, do they leave everything alone and leave these "people" to be the last remains of what was once the human race... or do they sacrifice themself to make sure the human race will continue to live on. "I... don't really have a choice, do I," Charley said aloud again, hoping to hear some response to their statement, "I made it my duty to help preserve the human race, to make sure our species had a fighting chance for survival." Charley opened the terminal and readied the nanobots to take in a new data set for the human genome. Before starting the machine, they wrote one last message to log their final thoughts... before fading to the hum of the machine.

To anyone reading this, my name was Charley Lee. I, and my coworkers, worked diligently in preserving the human race from near extinction long ago. Today, I do this again, alone. Though, I am not alone... I am here now thanks to the efforts made by the people before me, and the people before them. I stand upon their shoulders, upon their work, to make sure that the human race continues to thrive and evolve as a species. I do not know what will happen in the future after I am gone. I didn't know what would happen when I was frozen oh so long ago... but I suppose I'm not meant to know. I don't feel like it is my right to know, I'm long past my expiration date anyway. Just know that what I do today, I do for not only the people now... but for the people to come, and for the people before. I'll finish my last words with a quote from an old poet.

- Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas

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>>353135
She's a cutie

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>>353135
So I take it you like it...?

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>>352655
A Fantasy romance between 2 villains.

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>>353139
I like these old-timish fantasy pictures.

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>>353139
This is gonna sound interesting...
I'm not much of a romance guy...

PART 1

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The sun crests over the hills of Val'Trath, the light shining down into the valley below, the domain of Scr'aw the Destroyer. Scr'aw has always ruled these lands of his, since the beginning of when he took them from the lord that used to be here. Such a fool to think Scr'aw didn't have the brains to smash the small-minded weakling when he was busy talking about making a deal. The only deal was that Scr'aw now was the ruler of this place, and no one was going to take it from him or his minions. However, the word on the wind said there was going to be a party of mercenaries that have been sent by the king to deal with Scr'aw, for a handsome reward as well. He laughed at the thought of anyone besting him in anything, especially trying to dethrone his rule over this land. So Scr'aw lied in wait, preparing for the day these so called band of mercenaries would arrive to take what was rightfully his by conquest.

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The sun shines down on the lair of the demon queen Clarthra, Baroness of Fire in the mountains of Darden. Her rule was absolute, but yet she yearned for more land, for more power, for more minions to rule over. She already had many of the neighboring kingdoms under her rule, paying tithes to appease her lest they fall prey to her whicked and sinister power. As a demonstration, she made a visit to the kingdom of Mendrel to demonstrate her power. Shall we say, there used to be a kingdom there as now all that remains is the smoldering ash and barren plains of what once was. She had heard that one of the lesser lords was making a fuss over having to pay her tithe, saying it was unfair and impossible to continue paying her. This upset her, but she felt it was time to show her power once again to the weak mortals that surrounded her. Beckoning for her caravan, she set off to arrive at the lords domain at a place called Val'Trath.

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The sound of the war horn has Scr'aw awoken from his slumber, his hangover from the night before would have to wait to be settled later. Grabbing his mighty club, he ordered his minions to ready themselves for combat but to wait for his command before engaging. On the horizon, the appeared to be a simple caravan approaching his castle gate with word that they would like to have an audience with the ruler of this land. He scoffed, they must be here to cower in fear of his might and appease to his glory. Scr'aw allowed the caravan to enter, saying he would meet the travelers in his throne room to discuss their... "relationship". He promptly plastered himself upon his golden throne and awaited for his audience to arrive. Soon, a woman with light purple skin wearing a hooded cloak approached him, asking if he was indeed the ruler of these lands. He noticed right away her eyes of amber, glinting with the same sheen as the most polished gold coin in his collection. Her voice was gentle, yet firm, when asking for him to grovel at her feet lest he be destroyed along with everyone else. Scr'aw stood up with his club in hand and asked what this woman's name was, he would need to know who he was going to possibly make his.

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She said her name was Clarthra, Baroness of Fire from the mountains of Darden and he would do well when speaking to her in such an insolent tone. She noticed rather quickly that he was a larger male, one who was no stranger to combat... or exercising. His muscles has a glossy sheen to them, his morning sweat still fresh from his routine prior to meeting with her. She stomped her foot down, demanding he get down on his knees and grovel for his pathetic life unless he wished to suffer her wrath. His voice boomed with laughter, as he remarked on her "spunk" in talking to him as such. Feeling that he doubted her power, she prepared a small spell to allow him to experience how powerful she really was. With a quick flick of her hands, a firebolt sprung from her fingertips and struck Scr'aw across the face, causing a plume of smoke to obscure his face. However, he stood there smiling at the attempt to cause him harm. She had underestimated how strong he really was, but she would not make that same mistake again. She started to ready another spell, this time with much more power behind it, but before she could cast it...

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>>353139
I have got to get better at condensing this stuff...

PART 2

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One of Scr'aw's men came running into the throne room to announce they were being raided by a party of mercenaries, the same ones sent by the king it seems. Scr'aw huffed with disappointment, his meeting with this... "lady in heat", would have to wait until he was done with this interruption. Scr'aw ordered his men to open the gate to allow the mercenaries in, but to then close it quickly behind them so they would not have the time to escape. However, the sound of a large explosion soon rattled the throne room, as four mercenaries burst through the door with their weapons at the ready. One of the members remarked on how they got here just in time, since they could settle with both this minor issue and deal with the Baroness of Fire as well in one swift motion. Scr'aw was absolutely livid, he was called a "minor issue"? How dare they doubt who he really was, as he grabbed his club and charged the closest member he could see. He slammed his club into the party member's side and sent him flying into the wall, allowing him to focus on the other three. One of the members took aim at him with their crossbow, to only change to the Baroness before firing. Scr'aw quickly dove in the way to take the bolt in his upper arm, then throwing that member into the same one he struck earlier.

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The Baroness was stunned, did that large brute just take a bolt for her thinking she was weak!? The Baroness was quick to use the spell she was preparing on the two members that were against the wall, incinerating them to near ash in the process. She would not be shown up but this meat head trying to show off for her, obviously. She witnessed as one of the members struck Scr'aw's back legs, dropping him to the ground and quickly attacking him while he was prone. She couldn't help but laugh that the brute was that clumsy for being as big as he was, it was almost... cute. Her laughter was quickly silenced as a powerful spell was sent in her direction with little time to dodge, and yet that damn brute got in the way again! This was becoming quite tiresome, what exactly was his gameplan by taking all of this damage upon himself. Was he doing this on purpose? Did he do this because he thought she was weak? No, that wasn't it... he was doing it because he didn't want her to be hurt. The Baroness didn't realize that the big stupid brute cared for her. She was distracted by these thoughts long enough to not notice the members that were left had Scr'aw on the ground ready to deliver the final blow.

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Scr'aw didn't think he would die like this, being pinned down by two goody-goodies trying to impress a woman who he had just met. He attempted to get them off him, but to no avail as the one pinned his arms down as the other readied a blade against his throat. Just before the blade could be drug across his neck, the two mercenaries were sent flying by a flash of light into his golden throne. He witnessed as his glorious throne was shattered to pieces in front of him, but he was more intrigued by the strange woman who had just decided to help him in his time of need. Grabbing his club, he motioned to the woman to ready another one of her fire things as he charged the two stunned mercenaries. Striking them down, he clubbed one of the members into the ground rending them incapacitated and then tossing the other towards the woman. She blew that mercenary away with a quick flash of fire and in mere moments what was a chaotic turn of events was now over. Scr'aw smiled at the woman, who smiled back, and the rested upon his broken throne. The woman slowly walked towards Scr'aw and mentioned that he was much stronger in a fight then she once expected, to which Scr'aw modestly stated that he wasn't trying and had more in him then that. The Baroness laughed, and settled down next to him by his throne. They sat in silence for some time before she asked Scr'aw if he was the real ruler of this place or not, since he never answered her question from before.

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He stated that he took this land, like anything else he wanted, with his quick thinking and stronger actions. The Baroness laughed, but then asked if he would be interested in a proposition between the two of them. He was strong and she was strong, but the Baroness wondered if he would be interested in being her vassal to help her conquer the land. The brute thought for some time, but then asked something she, the Baroness, had never expected. He asked if she would be interested in not being just conquest partners, but if they would be real partners. She was shocked, no one had ever put her on their level before, and she was so caught off guard she blushed. He laughed, apparently he did not expect her to be so surprised by this offer. The two of them talked long into the night while the minions of either side disposed of the bodies in the throne room. In the morning, the Baroness and Scr'aw were no longer "strangers" to each other and with their combined might no one would best them again. Together they crushed every enemy that came before them, and in time they found greater passions within each other. The Baroness found that she rather enjoyed drinking as Scr'aw did, and Scr'aw found he was rather adept in manipulating others just as the Baroness, except in his own... "unique" way. The kingdoms all over the land soon came to fear their combined might, and soon they had conquered each and every one of their enemies. They also had two children, who would go off to rule in their parent's stead once they came of age and both Scr'aw and the Baroness lived happily ever after... with an iron fist.

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>>353138
I did. It was pretty good.

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>>353145
>>they came
>>they crushed all their enemies
>>then they fucked

Awesome

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>>353148
Great... now my insomnia can keep me from my sleep.
>>353149
They do as they do.

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>>353150
Is it because I'm posting 1471?

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>>353151
No, it's because my sleep schedule and medication has fucked with my circadian rhythm.

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>>353176
I always think of cicadas when i see that. Is there an entomologogical etymological coincidence?

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>>353313
I don't think so, since to my knowledge the word "circadian" is a mixture of Latin that means time and day... or something to that effect.

I doubt the name of the bug would be derived from that...


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