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#31 (permalink) | |
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"So this is it, huh?"
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Oh and I am loving the latest installment Miss Warrior: You can turn invisible, but it didn’t occur to you to say anything!? FBF: I thought everyone could do it. ![]() |
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The LC Nerd
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![]() As Mr Lupinbell I'm doing this: ![]() As the guy reading I'm doing this: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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Locking Jack in a coffin
Island Guardian
Tournaments Won: 1 Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: Mystery Frickin' Island
Fave Character: Smokey
Lost Item: Jesus Stick
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Being Kerrazy with Keamy
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Thanks everyone
![]() --- Chapter Three [As Miss Warrior and FBF leave the room, the man behind the glass window begins pounding on it again. Leaning against the window with a disgruntled look on his face, stands the Narrator] Narrator: As it turns out, I’m contractually obliged to see this through to the end, so my plan of just quitting kind of didn’t work. Well, actually… if I don’t carry on the company who employed me said, and I quote; ‘We’ll come round your house and stamp on your cat’. Which is… nicely intimidating. Anyway, back to the important things. Here our heroine has just shed the light on her abilities. Invisibility. She has the power to cancel herself out from other people’s vision, melt away into the darkness, simply remove herself from society if she so pleased— Guard: Oi! What the hell are you doing in here?! Narrator: [sighing] Oh here we go… Guard: This is a highly restricted area! You’re not supposed to be here! Narrator: I wish, mate. I’m the Narrator. Guard: The what? Narrator: I explain what’s going on. Guard: [eyes him uncertainly for a moment] Alright then… [The Narrator looks away, but the Guard grabs him suddenly and starts dragging him backwards] Guard: Hey Maurice! One of them’s escaped!! [drags the Narrator away] [Meanwhile, Miss Warrior is leading FBF further away up the corridor] FBF: [glancing back] What was all that about? Miss Warrior: Oh you don’t need to worry about that. FBF: You tell me not to worry about things a lot. Miss Warrior: I believe relaxation keeps the mind and body limber. And plus it’ll help when we strap you down on the table. [FBF mulls over this, but says nothing about it. They turn the corner to be greeted by another person in a white coat similar to Miss Warriors. He whispers something into Miss Warrior’s ear] Miss Warrior: Oh pickles. FBF: What is it? Miss Warrior: It seems we have a situation on level 5. You’re procedure is going to have to wait. FBF: What kind of situation? Have the lights gone out? Because you might just have to check the fuse box. Miss Warrior: [to the Whitecoat] Takes Miss Fishies to the waiting room. The other waiting room. [wiggles her eyebrows knowingly] Stay with her and make sure no one disappears. [The Whitecoat nods and takes FBF by the arm, leading her away] FBF: So you’re a scientist, eh? Whitecoat: [quietly] Umm hmm. FBF: You worked here long then? [Whitecoat shrugs in response] FBF: You don’t talk much, do you? Whitecoat: [sighing] Well in all reason you shouldn’t talk to me that much. FBF: And why’s that? Whitecoat: Because, well… you’re like the main person and all that and I’m just a lowly Whitecoat. You’ll meet me once and once only and that’s when I take you to the waiting room, so it doesn’t make sense for us to form any kind of friendly bond. And plus, it would probably be more painful for you when I get killed, and we don’t want you moping around from then on. So that’s why I don’t say anything, or I just whisper to other people. FBF: Huh. [Whitecoat falls silent and they carry on towards a large steel door. It opens, and FBF goes inside. The Whitecoat waits outside and closes the door. It’s a different waiting room to the one she had been in before, and it looks exactly the same apart from that there is bubble wrap covering all the walls. MEP is sitting in the corner, surrounded by tins of Spam, and there is a new person also. A young man] MEP: Oh Christ, it’s you again. FBF: Hey! Oh you never guess what I can do! MEP: I don’t care. I can probably do something better anyway. FBF: I can turn myself invisible! MEP: That sucks. I can do this. [lifts hand and makes a empty Spam can fly across the room and hit FBF in the face] FBF: Argh! MEP: See, I told you. [goes back to eating the Spam] [FBF goes and sits down, rubbing her nose and frowning. She looks over to the young man on the other side of the room, who is just looking patiently down at his hands] FBF: Who are you then? Esn: I’m esn. And I’m surprised you fallen for all of this. FBF: Fallen for what? Esn: Oh come on. You don’t really think you’ve acquired superpowers, do you? It’s ridiculous. There’s no chance of that happening, ever. You must be very gullible. FBF: Well… Meppy just made a can hit me in the face without touching it. Doesn’t that kind of prove it? Esn: They used wires. There’s a lot more important things going on in the world instead of worrying about stupid imaginary things like superpowers and zombies... MEP: Who said anything about zombies? Esn: [ignoring her] I mean… the bees are disappearing, or more pressingly Yellowstone National Park is due to blow anytime in the next 25,000 years, and that is a fact, it will happens and there’s nothing we can do to stop it. Just pray that you’re dead before it happens, because when it does, it’s going to be like a living hell on earth for the next four years or so. [FBF and MEP look at him silently] Esn: And don’t forget about those squirrels. FBF: Well I don’t think we have to worry about that because I’m planning on being dead after about thirty years or something. MEP: He’s just bitter because he’s got a crap power. FBF: Really? What is it? Esn: There are no powers. Were you not listening to me? MEP: He can melt things. FBF: [laughing] Melt things?! Esn: [blushing] Shut up! FBF: [laughing harder] You could totally fettle a young kid with an ice cream! [Both FBF and MEP start laughing, esn sits blushing] Esn: I would say I’d melt your brains, but it looks like somebody beat me to it. [Before FBF can think of a comeback, and before MEP can get aggressive and throw another Spam can, red lights come on and an alarm starts blaring] FBF: That doesn’t sound good. Automated Voice: [which is a relaxed male voice, that sounds like Pierce Brosnan] Attention all workers; Level 5 is breached. I repeat; Level 5 is breached. There is no point in me telling you to evacuate the building because you’re all pretty much doomed anyway. Have a good day. MEP: Hmm. I bet that’s an inconvenience. [There are sounds of a scuffle on the other side of the door and suddenly it slams open. The Whitecoat falls in, obviously dead, and over him stands the dishevelled man from the room down the corridor, Lupinbell] Lupinbell: Come on! This is our only chance to get out of here!! [He turns to run, but FBF, MEP and esn just stare at him and don’t move. He turns back] Lupinbell: Are you deaf?! Come on! MEP: [sighing] I’ve run out of Spam anyway. Come on then. [The three of them get up and follow Lupinbell down the flashing red corridor, towards a flimsy fire exit, which opens with a small shove. They immediately come out onto a busy street] Lupinbell: This way! I know somewhere we can hide out. [FBF, MEP and esn look at each other for a moment, and then follow him] [TBC]
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#35 (permalink) | |
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"So this is it, huh?"
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This was brilliant - you included me
![]() and I can melt things - I actually think thats a kinda cool power - I can think of loads of ways I can (ab)use this - although mainly, I can use it as a means to escape from, and break into places. There are plenty of other things that could make this an awesome power, but since its your story, Im not gonna say too much. Im just curious about the limits your gonna put on my power though - I hope Im not too pathetic and quite useful, but as long as you make it funny, I wont mind. (I know full well that all of that spiel is gonna get used against me now, but I dont care )and also: Quote:
*goes off to list the ways he could abuse his power to totally kick ass* Last edited by esn; 10-02-2008 at 12:10 PM. |
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#36 (permalink) |
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Being Kerrazy with Keamy
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lol thanks, i'm glad you liked it
![]() I was going to give you the paint the future thing... but the melting thing just seemed better I don't know what the hell is going to happen to be honest, I'm totally making it up as I go along. Seriously, I just open word and type, and this crazy crap comes out ![]()
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#37 (permalink) | |
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"So this is it, huh?"
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Nah, I prefer the melting to be honest. ![]() Thats the best way too work at things like this, just go with the flow (of molten rock) ![]() If you need help on ways my power can be used, Ill be more than happy to tell you the ways I've come up with. The more I think about it, the more awesome it sounds .Although, I like the cynical, non-beliver esn, who gradually comes round to the idea that his powers are real, and thus becomes more useful as time goes on. Ill be quite now. |
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