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Fan Area => The Hydlaa Plaza => Topic started by: allgar on April 16, 2006, 04:59:02 am

Title: The never ending story
Post by: allgar on April 16, 2006, 04:59:02 am
8o RULES 8o
write  part of a story and the next person continues the story......i know for a FACT this isent going to work but.....
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Post by: Karyuu on April 16, 2006, 05:10:57 am
If you add more rules and adapt it to PlaneShift, this would be a perfect game to move to the Roleplay section.
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Post by: dragonfire999 on April 16, 2006, 05:16:30 am
I see this as eventually becoming spamtastic, but hey, may as well give it a shot. Who\'s first?


(also, you pwned Kix karyuu ;) )
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Post by: Kixie on April 16, 2006, 05:20:49 am
Cold curtains of air sweep upon a boundless landscape, pushing daffodils tainted of crimson edges like so many frail needles. There stands a lone silhouette on the horizon, holding a large shield and a flaming sword. While her cloak billows in the wind, the searing heat from her blade meets the petty flowers, and captures them into a cover of destruction.

The flames are not effected by the wind, but instead seem to be fed by them. Angered, the white hot blade covers the entire landscape, until the field is not unlike a doppelganger of hell itself.

Alone, and completely omnipotent the woman stands in silence as her hood falls to her shoulders, revealing a countenance unmoving and still as grey clouds over head. Her lips breathe a single word, yet completely unrecognizable to the unheeded. Abruptly, a crimson tear runs down her cheek to meet her lips, then it drops to freedom, only to be incinerated in the flames now all around her.

As the tear meets the wild flame a piercing shout of agony can be heard, raining a raucous cacophony which completely overbears upon the whistling wind.

With that a boy wakes in a small bedroom, as veils of amber sunbeams bear down through a window. Outside, the chirps of small birds can be heard, playing a soft ballad in respect to the mornings wakening. The boy opens his eyes with pain, and wiping a single forearm to his brow which is now covered with cold sweat, a smear of blood meets the hair over his eyes.
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