Stories Thread

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I've been working on a story for this clan! Here's what I've written so far!


The Blade Busters

A long time ago, before innovation and technology, before jets and automobiles, before machine guns and rocket launchers, in the time when swords,arrows, and wizardry were the primary weapons of most creatures in combat, and maps were the main method of transportation, there existed a fearless group of individuals, who really loved to party. You may have heard of Genghis Khan, who ruled the Mongolian empire, or Alexander the Great, who conquered many lands in his day, but I doubt any history book has ever told you the story of this clan. It's not that they lived in secrecy, or all their parties were very exclusive, they were just...hard to find. This clan's name was the Blade Busters, and this is their story.


It was just another day in the land of Lore. Cleric Joy was standing in Battleon, bored as always, and directing players to Noobshire, Twilly the moglin was sitting on his tree stump and digging in his huge ears, Valencia the rare hunter was standing in the midde of Battleon, conversing with Ballyhoo, the advertising lady, Aria the pet shop owner was preparing a meal for the baby dragons, and Warlic the mage was rearranging his potions by size and side effects. Most things are quiet in Battleon, with the exception of Yulgar's Inn that is.

Inside Yulgar's Inn, things are unpredictable. Everything could be going normally, then go crazy in an instant. In one corner, a bard plays a lute, hoping a few villagers will throw some gold his way. In another corner, a depressed man stands and mumbles what sounds like, "Stay away from my emo corner." In the center of the inn, a tall moglin with nice abs is dancing his pants off. "Woooo! Shake it!" The moglin shouts. After a few minutes of dancing, everyone else in the inn begins to join in. First Roar, then Fire Shard, then Jalle, Figrey, Jojofire, Death Specter, Chaos Rain, and Tanis Tasslehoff began dancing too. Everyone was having a wonderful time. Then, Psyduck walked in "Hi Psyduck!" Hunt shouted in all caps. "Hi Hunt!" Psyduck said, returning the greeting. "Would anyone here like to join my clan?" A few people maoned, a few others got angry, and the bard just kept playing. 'I guess it could be fun,' Hunt thought to himself. "Psyduck, I"ll join!" "Awesome, Hunt! In a thousand years when the Iternet is invented, go to this website: aqwbladebusters.forumotion.com, but until then, just go to my house.

At Psyduck's house, Hunt met a few of the other recruits. "Aricka and Jmoney? I didn't know you were in the can." "Yep. Hi Hunt," said Jmoney. "Hai HUnt," Aricka also said. "Don't forget to register over there." Psyduck said, and pointed to a wooden box with slips of paper next to it. Hunt signed one of the papers, and slipped it into the box. "What do we do now?" Hunt asked. "We..." Before Psyduck could finish, they all heard yelling coming from outside. Aricka looked out the window, then reported, "Trolls! There's a bunch of 'em!" "Grab your weapons everyone!" Psyduck yelled, "We're going to have a war on our hands!" Psyduck and Aricka grabbed weapons of their choices, Jmoney stuck with his fists, and Hunt grabbed a mug. "What's in that?" Jmoney asked. "You'll see."


Outside, Psyduck and Aricka had already mowed down a bunch of trolls, and Jmoney was pulling a troll's intestines out and using them to strangle a a different troll. Meanwhile, Hunt was just standing out there. "What the hell Hunt? Come help us!" Jmoney said. "Yeah!" Aricka agreed. Hunt continued to stand there. "Hunt!" Psyduck yelled. Hunt chugged his beverage then rused into battle. He kept killing trolls and...changing costumes. He was punching people as a moglin, then stabbing them with a dagger as an Avatar Smurf, and after that, he was forcing Oxiclean down their throats as Billy Mays. "This guy is insane!" One of the trolls said. "Screw it, I surrender!" Then the troll helped the Blade Busters finish off the enemy trolls. On the other side of the battlefield, Aricka was slowly being surrounded by trolls. "Get away from me, you jerks!" Aricka yelled at them. The troll that surrendered swept across the field, yelling his battle cry, "GIMME DRUDGEN!" With one mighty swing of his club, he wiped out half of the trolls surrounding Aricka. "Who are you?" Aricka asked with wide eyes. "Call me Paladinx," The good troll said, and then he crushed the other half of the trolls. The others were just now finishing off the remaining trolls. Psyduck had three of them stuck on his sword like a shiskebab, Jmoney was crushing a bunch of their skulls with his bare hands, and Hunt was attacking the trolls with martial arts...as Kung-fu Panda. "Everybody was kung-fu fighting!" Hunt sang. "They were fast as lightning!" The others joined in. With all the singing, combined with Hunt's high morale, the trolls were dead in no time. "Great job everyone," Psyduck said.

That night, Hunt threw a tea party to celebrate. "Wow Hunt, this tea is amazing!" Paladinx said. "Thanks Paladin, I got it as a drop from a bunch of those trolls we killed today." "Wow, who knew trolls made such awesome tea?" Jmoney commented. "Yeah, this is better than Roar's secret brownie recipe," Hunt said. "...I think I'm going to be sick," Jmoney said sickly, "Can you point me to the bathroom?" "It's down the hall, next to the door that says 'Kidnapped Victims,' but don't pay any attention to that." "Okay...thanks Hunt," Jmoney said, then hurried off. "Would anyone like a piece o' cheese with your tea?" Hunt asked. "No thanks," Aricka replied, "I brought my own." She reached into her pocket, but the cheese was nowhere to be found. "Where's my cheese?" "Idon't know," Hunt said with his mouth full. "What are you eating Hunt?" Aricka asked, with an angry glare fixed on him. "I'm not eating...*choke* I'm not eating...*choke*" Finally Hunt swallowed whatever was in his mouth. "I'm not eating anything!" "You ate my cheese, you jerk!" Aricka jumped out of her seat and ran after Hunt, almost knocking the table over. Hunt got up and began running around the table. "Don't slap me!" You stole my cheese!" Psyduck, Paladinx, and Aron, who just walked in, watched with amusement. Aricka and Hunt ran around the table for another three minutes before Jmoney finally got back, and Hunt bumped into him. "I don't know what's going on in here," Jmoney said, "but Hunt, why is there a portal in your toilet?" "Oh that, well you see Jmoney, I have the portal because you can do your business on the toilet, and then the product is sent through the portal and into a parallel universe, and the best part is, it takes the smell with it!" "Oh...well that's nice."

After the party, everyone was packing it up and heading home. "Yeah, I have to work at the market in the morning," said Psyduck. "And I have to do...something." Jmoney said. They each left and headed to their homes. Paladinx and Aricka walked together. "Finally," Hunt said to himself after everyone was gone. He grabbed a can of Coke Zero and another piece of Aricka's cheese from the refrigerator, heated up some leftover chicken that he took from a farm somewhere, slipped down to his swimming trunks, and went to read the Lovely Lore Newspaper. The headline rad 'Troll Massacre.' "Dang, those repoerters are fast," Hunt said. After looking at a few interesting topics, and reading the weekly comics, he put the newspaper down and went to bed. He had nice dreams of bunnies, flowers, and Zhoom.

The next morning was beautiful. Dew-tipped grass covered Hunt's lawn, while a cloudless sheet of blue decorated the sky. "Today is going to be a good day," Hunt said with a smile on his face, and more confidence than the average moglin or human. He walked a few yards outside, realezed he was still in his swimming trunks, then went back to get his tuxedo.

More coming soon. =)

ill make up a little story for you guys on the spot

There was a man sitting in a dark room with a tall, gloomy, lamp on towering over his shivering wet body. His hair was dripping with blood, his smock, drenched in blood. He was muttering slight nonsense to himself. There was a sudden clash, the sound was the breaking of windows and shouting. A flash appeared out of nowhere, and in came the men. These men Took the blood soaked man and threw him out the window. They said something into a communication device leading to, most likely, an official.

A man walked by the body, and as this happened he read aloud his journal "A man's carcass in alley this morning, broken back, probably thrown out of a window. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. This city is doomed to die and I'm the only one to realize it. And all I can do is watch, watch all the filthy politicians and whores burn the city down with their sex drugs and money. I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains. "

got bored after 10 mins sorry had to end it early too boring :/

Awesome story sir!