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Post by Abyx on Aug 18, 2006 13:28:14 GMT -5
Once one goes back and rereads the story they realize it's really not THAT long.
Kinda weird.
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Post by Grim on Aug 18, 2006 13:42:22 GMT -5
I know, it's all that waiting, it makes you want more, and more. and so when you read it, it becomes longer then it really is  |
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Post by Abyx on Aug 18, 2006 13:46:01 GMT -5
I know, it's all that waiting, it makes you want more, and more. and so when you read it, it becomes longer then it really is Exactly what I was thinking. |
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Post by uwasawaya on Aug 18, 2006 13:46:21 GMT -5
Sorry for the inconsistant writing speed... kinda like the Dark Tower series, only I hope my ending won't be a cop out.. and I'm not going to write myself in as an all important secondary character...
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Post by Abyx on Aug 18, 2006 13:47:42 GMT -5
Sorry for the inconsistant writing speed... kinda like the Dark Tower series, only I hope my ending won't be a cop out.. and I'm not going to write myself in as an all important secondary character... Well if you kept the ending you told me, I believe it fits well.  |
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Post by uwasawaya on Aug 18, 2006 17:49:01 GMT -5
Abyx, my stories do tend to change... we'll see what occurs. Meanwhile...
- - -
As they drifted over the city, Wolf stared in wonder and horror. Bodies
were everywhere, strewn about like toys and rotting in the morning sun. Cars piled up like grotesque caricatures of fornication, many aflame. People hung halfway out the windows, hands formed eternally in blackened claws that reached for salvation. London was now the City of Dis, and all those who inhabited it burned in their sepulchers.
He hadn't expected the birds though. There were hundreds of thousands of them, and they flocked around, feasting on the discarded humanity that was presented before them. The newest Alpha could see blood-stained pigeons fluttering through the air. This was what hell must be.
His comm crackled to life as the voice of the pilot came through, lifting Wolf from his reverie. "We have some movement on the rooftops ahead. Keep your eyes open for any survivors down below," he reported. The young survivor glanced out and around at the city. He could see some of the creatures moving around below, and a few had gathered on the roofs and were watching them pass. Ahead, a number of office buildings towered above them, and he could see movement in their windows. Beyond that was an industrial zone. Where had all of them come from? The more he stared at the ones who watched them pass, the more the uncanny similarity they all shared stood out.
Over the noise of the helicopter no one heard the glass shatter. Later on Wolf would would attribute it to one of the creatures referred to as a Bloat falling from a passing sky scraper. The squad only heard the horrific grinding noise, a wretched scream as bones, flesh and gristle were torn apart in an instant. The entire craft reverberated with the shock of the impact, dropping several feet under the weight of the falling monster.
Everyone reeled, trying to brace themselves inside the shaken craft. The pilot's curses streamed in an inaudible flood over the communicators as he fought for control. The rotors were making a different sound now, sort of a ratcheting noise that was chilling to hear. The pilot had almost regained some semblance of control over the chopper when the first rotor came off, the acid of the creature having damaged the structure to the point of a catastrophic break down. The rest of the rotors, moving as quickly as they were, caught the broken rotor as they spun, obliterating it and destroying the rest of the engine.
Wolf heard the pilot's voice over the broadcast comm channel. "This is Sparrow 1 to Sparrow 2, we've lost our main rotor and are going down, repeat, we've lost our rotor and are going down!" he said, trying to remain calm. The craft began to spin and tilt forward, careening through the sky.
This wasn't how this was supposed to go, thought Wolf lamely, choking on his panic. The sound of the world around him was mute, and only in his stomach could he feel the cartwheeling craft like a roller coaster to oblivion. The other members of Alpha were yelling at one another, trying to brace, or just screaming.
Then darkness.
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Post by Abyx on Aug 18, 2006 18:07:10 GMT -5
Drama...
More!
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Post by uwasawaya on Aug 18, 2006 18:33:29 GMT -5
When they woke up they were all in hell, eating dinner with Guybrush Threepwood, the Dopefish and the entire cast of Maniac Mansion.
And Timmy, who ate Abyx and ravaged ZB. The end.
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Post by Abyx on Aug 18, 2006 18:39:33 GMT -5
I KNEW IT!!11
Kidding of course...
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Post by zombieButcher on Aug 18, 2006 19:32:03 GMT -5
When they woke up they were all in hell, eating dinner with Guybrush Threepwood, the Dopefish and the entire cast of Maniac Mansion. And Timmy, who ate Abyx and ravaged ZB. The end. Lmfao hahahhahahahhaha WHY RAVAGE ME OMFG. |
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Post by Abyx on Aug 18, 2006 19:33:55 GMT -5
a Roma c` é solo la Lazio says:
lmfao you got ate by a Timmy
a Roma c` é solo la Lazio says:
ahahhaha
Ty says:
lol
Ty says:
you got ravaged
Ty says:
a Roma c` é solo la Lazio says:
What does that mean lol
Ty says:
raped
a Roma c` é solo la Lazio says:
omfg
Ty says:
XD
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Post by Doyora on Aug 19, 2006 6:10:45 GMT -5
You clowns, you're like ant and dec (only not as horrificly annoying).
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Post by zombieButcher on Aug 19, 2006 7:15:41 GMT -5
Lol
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Post by Grim on Aug 19, 2006 21:34:03 GMT -5
Maniac Mansion rules.....
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Post by Fraser on Aug 19, 2006 21:38:17 GMT -5
Slacht uw mentaly achtergebleven af, zult u nooit, I cal u een kiddie groeien omdat u ack als één, Maby één dag u zult begrijpen hoe achtergebleven u realy bent
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