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| Tweet Topic Started: Mar 5 2007, 07:17 PM (696 Views) | |
| CabbageEatingKoala | Mar 5 2007, 07:17 PM Post #1 |
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Ok well this was meant to be an RPG but didn't end up that way. This can be the Friends at friends fictional story, and another forum can be the RPG one. It smelt. That much was certain, and not much was certain in recent days. (wheres a random name generator when you need one, someone else can add a person) The sock lay there, the mould growths glisening in the pale light of the torch. It looked unusual amongst its surroundings. It had once been a pokadotted sock, with purple and pink spots with little plastic bits to stop the wearer from slipping. Tiny insects rested in its fibres, clinging to the only bit of security in the entire city. It had snagged on the edge of the sewer, resting on the way to it's final destination. The sea beckoned to all, even to the lowliest sock. But not to him. |
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| georgie2412 | Mar 5 2007, 08:20 PM Post #2 |
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One day Billybob was being a naughty little boy and ventured into the sewers for the one reason that his parents had told him not to. He came across the awful stench before the sock came into view. At first he thought it was a dead rat, or atleast a mouldy old sandwich, but as he went to pick it up to his dismay he found it was a sock. A girly one at that. He threw it away in disgust and after making sure his clothes were as dirty as possible, he returned home to three grumpy parents. But he couldn't get that sock out of his head. |
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| shredded.carrot | Mar 5 2007, 08:47 PM Post #3 |
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When billy slept that night images of horror entered his mind. The dark city no longer looked semi-inviting. It now looked like a death hole... He walked back to the sewers... The sock was gone! He waded through the foul excrement to find it. He found instead a round glowing object. Billy ran and ran and ran! He was scared. Lights had been banned for his whole lifetime, and this object was glowing. His retenas were burning. HE COULD SEE COLOUR! |
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| Patrick57 | Mar 6 2007, 01:50 PM Post #4 |
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Then he raped it. *rolls eyes* |
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| CabbageEatingKoala | Mar 6 2007, 07:16 PM Post #5 |
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Finding that some clever person called Daniela had wiped the word 'rape' from everyones vocablorarys several years past, Billy contented himself with something that he had never felt before (being only 10) and did an act of MATURITY!!!! (lol Luke, he could already see colour coz he said it was purple) He look forward and back, testing his eyes with the new sites. He sat down in the dripping slime and remains of dead fish (thinking gleefully of his parents) he held gently the slowing glowing object in his palm. The colours were strange to his eyes, he reached into his pocket to find an old hankerchief (and a piece of gladwrap with the remains of a sandwhich in it) and lovingly wrapped the globe of light. He didn't know why, it just felt right. |
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| georgie2412 | Mar 6 2007, 07:42 PM Post #6 |
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he placed the bundle in his left pocket and his trousers sagged under the weight. As he walked he felt the bulge of the glowing object swaying and hitting his leg every so often. It was a nice feeling. One of comfort and warmth. But he didnt know why. Billy didnt go home that night... instead he...: |
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| shredded.carrot | Mar 6 2007, 08:13 PM Post #7 |
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walked on. Billy never went home. This is his story: ..... |
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| georgie2412 | Mar 7 2007, 12:08 PM Post #8 |
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he died and came back to life as a sock |
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| CabbageEatingKoala | Mar 7 2007, 02:55 PM Post #9 |
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Two socks sat in the middle of the sewer. One was pink and purple pokadots, the other was red and blue like the colours of a drinkbottle. The slowly floated down and down the sewer, being dragged to the sea with the millions of other socks floating down the sewer. A whole generation had been wiped out with one malicious purple sock and its colour globe. Billy slid into the murkey depths, the gladwrapped sandwich remains in his pocket forcing him to bob and and down with the relentless flow. Halfway down they hit the sewerage treatment plant, a greenies well protested movement some years before. Billy hit the metal bars, then sat in a silling tank for several years, decomposed to dust, flowed out into the ocean (much to his annoyance) and was swallowed by a whale. Wellington the Whale was a pleasant sort of whale he... |
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| georgie2412 | Mar 7 2007, 08:20 PM Post #10 |
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looked kind of like a moutain and had an odd white pointy thing sticking out of his head. and if you looked at him reallly closely, every now and then you could see the sparkling of a microscopic creature trying to make its way to the pinnicle of wellingtons head. Wellington was so considerate that he never moved in fear of disrupting the colony these microscopic animals had created and only ate things when they floated right into his mouth. |
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| CabbageEatingKoala | Mar 8 2007, 11:32 AM Post #11 |
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As a result of this kindness and compassion to all, Wellington was more like a mountain absolutely riddled with caves, each one resting between two rib bones (do whales have ribs). It was rather hand being such a nice whale, especially when there were plenty of creatures willing to take advantage of this. |
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| shredded.carrot | Mar 13 2007, 06:24 PM Post #12 |
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Out of the corner of his eye Wellington (more like a mountain) saw a big dark object with white square with a red dot in it. A big ship. The occupants looked over at him and started.... |
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| CabbageEatingKoala | Mar 14 2007, 02:25 PM Post #13 |
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to immediately hoist up the ships sails, cloth swelled with the salty breeze. Desperately mt. wellington forced his gigantic fins through the water, trying to keep up. All the while the ships folk could hear a deep "brrrrrrrr! brrrrrr!". Wellington listlistlessy followed, all the while yelling at them. Why didn't they respond? he thought. All the while they were floating hurredly away. He wasn't sure why that was. But he continued to call out "... |
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| georgie2412 | Mar 14 2007, 04:31 PM Post #14 |
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"just because i look like a mountain doesnt mean im a volcano thats going to erupt lava all over you! geez!" |
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| CabbageEatingKoala | Mar 20 2007, 03:50 PM Post #15 |
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With that ouburst, Mt Wellington rubbed his side, wincing at the blistered flesh that resulted last time he erupted. Being a Mountain : Whale was such a difficult life!! Sometimes he thought about throwing it all in, but then remembered how much he loved... |
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| CabbageEatingKoala | Mar 20 2007, 03:50 PM Post #16 |
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Daniela :p |
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| georgie2412 | Mar 20 2007, 04:50 PM Post #17 |
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[haha daniela :p, couldnt resist double posting?:p] |
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| CabbageEatingKoala | Mar 21 2007, 01:58 PM Post #18 |
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[indeed :), self flattery is addictive] |
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| shredded.carrot | Mar 22 2007, 11:02 AM Post #19 |
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The big ship turned back to face Wellington. Two long spears erupted into the ocean missing him by the width of a bee's bum! |
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| CabbageEatingKoala | Mar 22 2007, 12:14 PM Post #20 |
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"AWAY, Great Volcano of old!" they cried, throwing another spear in the direction of Wellington. Wellington then suddunly spurt water from his blow hole thingy which instantly turned into melton lava. It melted in the incomming rain of spears, and the boat for that matter, but who cares about boats when you could have a spear? Anyway, the people in the boat melted in the lava and reformed in a later life as mountain whales to forever roam the open ocean. This, of course was before their liberation in 3042 by the great Jesus Junior, commonly referred to as Uncle J. Uncle J... |
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