And?
"Goodbye, Jean-Luc. I'm gonna miss you... you had such potential. But then again, all good things must come to an end..." -- Q
Where's the rest of it?
Stopping like that isn't very nice.
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Oh wait, you said that you're not a nice person...
"Goodbye, Jean-Luc. I'm gonna miss you... you had such potential. But then again, all good things must come to an end..." -- Q
off to a good start there. but, as someone else said earlier...
and???
I would like to see more.
Writer of In-Game fiction: Just Completed: My Summer Vacation. My older things are now being archived at Fanfiction.net http://www.fanfiction.net/~jwbullfrog until I come up with a better solution.
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My thanks, but I think you're much better. |
Originally Posted by Sooner
Saint, you're always so good.
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The end of one story always marks the beginning of another...
Its story time again. I don't really know why I end up doing this from time to time, talking to my victims. It really doesn't make any sense, since none of you will survive anyway. Some weird compulsion, I guess. Maybe I'll go after a shrink one of these days. Keep them around long enough for me to understand why I do this, then finish them off. I'll have to make a note about that...
Ah yes, the story. Just last week I was wandering around the Isles (I love this dimension, by the way, so much freedom to do what I want) just enjoying the scenery, if you know what I mean...
Which reminds me, why do so many female powered individuals wear so little?? It's like they are daring people to stare at them, and then they get all indignant when people like me notice and comment. That is so irritating!! One tried to slap me the other day, I ended up having to shock her a little bit to stop her from trying to take my head off, since I had just seen her rip a chunk of rock out of the group to trow at someone, I think shorting out her brain for a moment was a fair response. Moan once if you agree, twice if you want me to untie you and let you live, and three times if you disagree and want to get another jolt to the chest.
Once, good choice. Hold on, you seem to be drooling a little.
I'm sorry, that doesn't seem to be drool, that seems to be blood. Did you happen to bite of your own tongue while laying there?? I'm sorry, I didn't intend that. I'll have to remember to put something in my next in the mouth of the next person I question. I'm glad it didn't happen earlier, of I wouldn't have gotten any answers out of you at all.
That having been said, its a shame you didn't switch sides when I offered you the chance initially. I do intend to knock this Recluse guy off his throne before Cole gets his act together enough to invade, so you could have gotten in on the ground floor. Oh well, there are more expendable minions and informants where you come from.
... I forgot about the story again, didn't I. So there I was, just walking around, and these idiots in red and white tights come running towards me, weapons blazing. I know that I'm a relative unknown around here still, but really?? Random attacks in the street?? When I put those two fools down, I went back to my walk, only to be interrupted again. I ended up getting shot in the shoulder with an arrow. Another one was reflected off my mask, which I think was lucky, since I think I just missed my eye.
Arrows. Who uses arrows in this day and age. I couldn't even tell where these things were coming from. I got sniped by an archer. I mean, seriously, what the f***!!
This place is so chaotic, it almost makes me wish to be back home, if the organized insanity of Preatoria. At least there you know which side everyone is on, since they all seem to carry their alignment on their chest like a badge of honour. Its simple!!
Anyway, when I got back home I pushed the arrow through and bound up my arm. I'm glad I payed attention in first aid class, even if I didn't pay much attention in my pre-transdimentional briefing.
Thank you again for all the information you have given me on Longbow and Wyvern, as well as your own group. It would have been nice to have a huntsman working for me, but I guess such is not to be.
Its okay though, your pain will be over soon, and if nothing else, think of this as beating the rush, because soon I plan on really getting things in motion.
Don't forget to tell them I sent you.
The end of one story always marks the beginning of another...
Author's note: I'm still trying to get into being able to write in first person. It's difficult for me to do, since I have to put myself mentally into the position of the character doing the speaking. This is doubly hard in this case, since I think this may be the most disturbed character I've come up with yet, and what I have written here is just the tip of the iceburg, as it were.
Whee??
The end of one story always marks the beginning of another...
Interesting.
"Goodbye, Jean-Luc. I'm gonna miss you... you had such potential. But then again, all good things must come to an end..." -- Q
Last time I wrote a character who did things that disgusted me, I actually made myself feel ill. Be careful with this route, Saint. You're even deeper in the mentality than I put myself.
My Stories
Look at that. A full-grown woman pulling off pigtails. Her crazy is off the charts.
I am THRILLED.... THRILLED I TELL YOU... to see you posting fiction again, Saint!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee, indeed!
Well, here we are. And now, I'm going to tell you a little about myself.
I am not a nice person. I realize you know that, considering you're laying there on the floor twitching, but I thought I'd cover the main point again. I am NOT a nice person, and you got in my way.
Why am I talking to you you ask?? Well, at least I think that's what that gurgling sound was. I'm bored. Most people I meet just scream and run away, and since I think I shorted out your nervous system, you're not really going anywhere.
So where was I again, not a nice person... hrmm, next point. Ah yes, I rather enjoy the power I have here. You're helpless, little man. I have your life in my hands. Frightening, isn't it. Think about that a little. Roll it around in your mind.
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There you go. I see your eyes bulging. My words have sunk in. I was sent here, you know. Your death is planned and carried out. The most interesting thing, and I don't mind if you know, since you're going to die soon, is that I'm playing both sides against each other. I don't really care who wins, as long as I'm still standing when the dust settles.
Loyalist... Resistance... it doesn't matter to me. Both Cole and Scott are fools, blinded by their own goals and ambitions. They won't see me coming for them.
Here, let me show you something, I'll just remove my mask for a moment...
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... well that is most rude. I decide to be a little more personal, a little more intimate with you, and you start screaming. I'm going to have to taze you again, bro, and then you'll be back to twitching and trying to not choke on your own drool.
Oh, wait, I was planning on doing that anyway.
Well, I'll just put this back on... there we go, and a nice little shock directly to your heart.
Its a nice place you have here. Shame its going to burn down while you lay there. Horrible way to die I hear. At least its not me.
The end of one story always marks the beginning of another...