Full Version: The Plot Continuation Game!
Okay, this is a version of the old game of adding a word to a sentance for each person. In this one, someone starts the story, then everyone else continues it. Only thing is that YOU CAN'T POST RIGHT AFTER YOUR FIRST. Even if it's been awhile. Just for diversity.
:It's 130, you'll have to excuse my tenses and everything. I'm not very much of a writer 
But once I started it just didn't stop :
Awaiting the cold breeze, our Heroine Aluna watches with cold eyes. Seeing the death and insanity that often go hand in hand with war, too many times; she steels herself mentally to join in the fray of battle. Sheathing her royal blade, an ornamental sword that was once used by a King in the last war. Many people see the sword as decoration, yet they fail to see it's true power. Which was often the misconception her enemies have; they fail to see the true warrior within.
Finally the breeze comes, she runs with it and let's it carry her into battle. Many of her men are at her side, many of them will die this night. She may end up dead too, but it doesn't matter, she's already dead. Seeing the madness and hopelessness of war far too many times has slain her. Seeing many of her Generals die and comrades die too, has slain her. Now she has nothing left to live for, but that which has slain her: Madness.
Devoting herself to that very madness, letting it seep into her very core, she becomes one with her blade. Feeling every blow it parrys, every time it slices to the bone and every mans heart it pierces. Each blow deepens her madness, each ally she sees killed enrages her.
Her long blond hair, tied back out of her face, dances in the wind as she gets carried along. Enemy upon enemy approach, but Aluna harbors no fear, they dead don't fear the living, they kill them. The only ting that can save her soul is revenge. She will never be avenged as long as this war goes on.
Commander Braze's troops did their job well of taking out the Archers, and Mage Zluvica and her sisters of death seemed to do a good job on taking out the Calvary, and judging by the fire surrounding the encampment, they also raised hell, seems the Sisters Of Death were devoted to the Madness as well.
Bone weary from the fray, Aluna notices an defensive line around the Enemy's tents- Command tents. She bellows for her men to follow her lead. This time she would kill General Kiftson, and his puny line of defense will not help him.
She races towards the men, slashing and hacking her way to her true victim. She spots him to her left, looking as Dashing and Regal as ever- what an artiface. Inside his soul is black, and he deserves to be killed. Aluna knew it was her destiny to do so, ever since she met him.
She manages to break through his defensive line and readies on last swing, to split open his skull when she is parried from the side. A voice speaks out to her.
"The General challenges you to a duel, Commander Aluna. Our Sorceress' have your men targeted in their spells, if you lose at this then you must surrender. If you win, we'll let you live and we depart from the Razel Plains."
Apparently the Sisters of Death did a better job of instilling fear into her enemies, than she has hoped. They had people to tend to, this battle was already won, they just needed a reason to leave. She would give them one final reason.
"I accept".
She finally let the madness take complete control of her, as she approached her victim.
But once I started it just didn't stop :Awaiting the cold breeze, our Heroine Aluna watches with cold eyes. Seeing the death and insanity that often go hand in hand with war, too many times; she steels herself mentally to join in the fray of battle. Sheathing her royal blade, an ornamental sword that was once used by a King in the last war. Many people see the sword as decoration, yet they fail to see it's true power. Which was often the misconception her enemies have; they fail to see the true warrior within.
Finally the breeze comes, she runs with it and let's it carry her into battle. Many of her men are at her side, many of them will die this night. She may end up dead too, but it doesn't matter, she's already dead. Seeing the madness and hopelessness of war far too many times has slain her. Seeing many of her Generals die and comrades die too, has slain her. Now she has nothing left to live for, but that which has slain her: Madness.
Devoting herself to that very madness, letting it seep into her very core, she becomes one with her blade. Feeling every blow it parrys, every time it slices to the bone and every mans heart it pierces. Each blow deepens her madness, each ally she sees killed enrages her.
Her long blond hair, tied back out of her face, dances in the wind as she gets carried along. Enemy upon enemy approach, but Aluna harbors no fear, they dead don't fear the living, they kill them. The only ting that can save her soul is revenge. She will never be avenged as long as this war goes on.
Commander Braze's troops did their job well of taking out the Archers, and Mage Zluvica and her sisters of death seemed to do a good job on taking out the Calvary, and judging by the fire surrounding the encampment, they also raised hell, seems the Sisters Of Death were devoted to the Madness as well.
Bone weary from the fray, Aluna notices an defensive line around the Enemy's tents- Command tents. She bellows for her men to follow her lead. This time she would kill General Kiftson, and his puny line of defense will not help him.
She races towards the men, slashing and hacking her way to her true victim. She spots him to her left, looking as Dashing and Regal as ever- what an artiface. Inside his soul is black, and he deserves to be killed. Aluna knew it was her destiny to do so, ever since she met him.
She manages to break through his defensive line and readies on last swing, to split open his skull when she is parried from the side. A voice speaks out to her.
"The General challenges you to a duel, Commander Aluna. Our Sorceress' have your men targeted in their spells, if you lose at this then you must surrender. If you win, we'll let you live and we depart from the Razel Plains."
Apparently the Sisters of Death did a better job of instilling fear into her enemies, than she has hoped. They had people to tend to, this battle was already won, they just needed a reason to leave. She would give them one final reason.
"I accept".
She finally let the madness take complete control of her, as she approached her victim.
Trivia and games sucka.
QUOTE (The Evil Dead @ Dec 10 2006, 07:13 AM) 
Trivia and games sucka.
That's because you're dead inside, and keep on topic, come on your a mod that should be second nature
Don't quite get the game itself... err once upon a time?
there was a... err mad wizard
who ate a rotten apple and had sick halutinations...
and passed out upon the sight of a dragon yelling at Phillip Seymore Hoffman. He woke up in a ditch..
tied up with a knife stuck in his eye, a t.v turns on and shows Jigsaw...
puzzel of a guy,.... he quickly turned to see
Mega Man, doing the disco!
Extra random!
Extra random!
on a pea.....then he saw a girl
swallowing swords and pulling them out of her stomach!
EDIT: Spelling
EDIT: Spelling
He silently wonder if the girl
liked ramen on the dattabayo stew of doomed existance which led to a
FLYING LIGER OF DOOM!
that can fit into a wallet so that....
it bites the owner's head off
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