/d/ has had some 'storytime' threads lately, and I greatly enjoy them.

>>13067487

ok

>>13067487

>>13067519
Alright, fine. Challenge accepted.

Derp'Hathak was the little Elder One. All of the other eldritch horrors picked on him for his giant tongue and bad hygiene, which attracted flying polyps. But he'll show them. He will raise a cult to honor his name. And while the mortal mind cannot pronounce its true name, that's good enough for Derp'Hathak. The unknowing flesh creatures call it 'Fourchan'.

>>13067547
Okay, screw it. Sorry I even tried.

>>13067487
ASSMASTER and THE IMMORTAL CUNT were powering through the BLASTED WASTELAND one day toward FUCK CASTLE.
"SHIT ON MY DICK!!" ASSMASTER powerfully proclaimed from his powerful mouth. "I AM FUCKING COLD!!!"
And THE IMMORTAL CUNT, silent as always, simply nodded. HIS ARMOUR WAS FORGED FROM THE DICK BONE OF THOR AND LOOKED FUCKING SWEET!!!

THE ADVENTURE CONTINUES!!!!

>>13067557

Hey, you asked for the thunder.

The Many Rat

>>13067667
Yesterday a bad man came to our nest. He tried to spray us with this horrible mist, it made my lungs burn. But mommy saved us, shes taking us to a new home right now.

I love mommy, I cling to her as much as I can. She'll protect me, she'll save me.

I ask her where she's going. She says not to answer. I know she knows where she's going.

Mommy loves me.

>>13067667

That's no rat. . .

>>13067708
That's a space station!

Hard Mode: Paraphrase or include the sentence: "Some kids got a car for their birthday. I found out my dad was wanted for capital crimes in six systems."

>>13067701

>>13067717

I was actually thinking it is an opossum, but your answer is good too.

>>13067487

The castle stood in the distance. The castle always stood in the distance. It seemingly floated, hazily shrouded by clouds- always out of reach, always miles away, no matter how far they treaded. Isaac Eriksson had wandered this barren tundra for months, and the castle had always stood in the distance.

It hadn't been so bad when they started, when the caravan first traversed the mountain pass into the great white valley. Then, after the first week of futile travel, the cattle had become frostbitten and had to be put down. They had feasted like kings that night, though it was a bitter-sweet feast. No cattle meant no pay. Then the caravan head, Erik Ivansson, had the... accident. His wife, Claudia, insisted he had simply slipped with his axe while chopping fire wood- but with all the trees around being either frozen solid or mere twigs, not many believed her. With no leader, and a seed of suspicion sown amongst the group, things went quickly awry.

>>13067733
SAUCE

>>13067701

>>13067733
On my sixteen birthday my dad sat me down and told me he was leaving my mother and me.
It wasn't the best birthday present I'd ever gotten I'll tell you that much. I was furious, I demanded to know why. He only sighed at me, like I was some petulant fucking child, and told me that it was for my own safety.
He told me to take care of my mother and my sister, and that I was the man of the house now. It was like some fucking black and white movie or something... except it hurt a lot more.
He then walked away into his ship, those grubby friends of his following him in. The next day I see it on the news, the famous smuggler Car-Givos was found and was now on the run again from the IPPD.
Some kids got a car for their birthday. I found out my dad was wanted for capital crimes in six systems.

>>13067768

(cont)

Isaac closed his eyes, suppressing his thoughts of what had happened. He thought of how his mother used to smile. He thought of hot soup and warm clothes. He thought of how good warm meat had tasted. He opened his eyes to rid himself of the images the last thought conjured. Isaac stared at Claudia's back as she trudged along ahead of him, making a clear path through the snow for him to follow along. He tried to ignore the faint red tinge to her footprints. He eventually had to turn his gaze ahead with a half-shiver-half-shudder.

With all this snow, he couldn't see farther than ten feet ahead- yet he could clearly make out the stark image of the sun-silhouetted castle high above them. Despite himself, he smiled at the beauty of the mountain peaks, shining with light from the dawn. Some foul voice in the back of his mind mocked him with a piece of old folk lore, the kind his mother used to tell. 'There is a red sun this morning... Blood was shed last night.' This brought his gaze back down to the ice.

Isaac passed a twig, or was it a skeletal hand reaching up from under the ice? Nothing would surprise him anymore- except for the fact that he was somehow still alive. Isaac fought away the urge to cry, knowing the cold would simply freeze the tears on his cheeks. Claudia continued to stomp heavily, mechanically, through the snow. Isaac caught up with her and immediately grimaced as he caught a glimpse of the twitching rictus that served as her face now. The castle stood in the distance. The castle always stood in the distance.

Hardmode: Mention how the world was destroyed without it being ruined by a bomb or by war.

>>13067537
I'd never seen the Captain look so old before. Of course, he'd always had that beard, shot through with streaks of grey - to be honest, there was a lot more grey than anything else - but I'd never thought of that making him old, just...salty, like the sea that he loved.

I've only served under him for a few years, but in that time, I've come to love him like a father. More, I've come to trust in him. Every crewman does. We all know that no matter what happens, the Captain will see us through.

But now the Captain looked old and defeated, and he spread out the letter on his desk with the tips of his fingers as if he wanted to push it away, as if touching too much of his skin to it at the same time would infect him somehow.

"They're scrapping her," he whispered finally. "They're scrapping my boat. We're to return immediately."

He stood there, perfectly motionless. Against my own will, I held my breath.

Suddenly he lashed out, clearing the offending letter from the tabletop, and slammed a hairy, wrinkled fist into the polished wood.

"Fine, then! We'll give it to them. The owners want the ship back, sure, I'll bring her back!"

He looked directly at me. His eyes burned.

"But they might not like her when we bring her."

>>13067851
I wore the only shirt I had left, a blue t-shirt with a picture of Glorious Kenya Leader and our Duty Pledge. Yes We Can. Why didn't I join the tea party when I had the chance?

>>13067869
"BURN IT! BURN IT TO THE GROUND!" The command rattled inside my mind... probably falling out the back as well. Heh, little zombie humour there.
My body obayed, ignoring the screams and shouts of those around me, even ignoring my deep hunger within every cell of my bring for flesh. The mission, to destroy that castle, was the most important thing to the world to me right now.
And for the unlife of me I couldn't say why. It wasn't a bad death, being a zombie that is. If you got past the delayed reaction time and the feasting on human meat that is. My mates were all here, we'd all been buried in the same graveyard after all.

>>13067967
There was another surge forward from our ranks and I found myself shoved up against an old mate of mine back from when we fought for the Empire.
"Fuckin' ell John," He growled, his milky white eyes turning to look at me, "These fuckers aint givin' up, are they?"
"We'll be 'ere all night, mate," I groaned back, gripping the old rusty axe I had tightly, "At least it aint rainin, right?"
As if the Gods whom we'd once worshipped were listening, the black sky above us cracked open and, within seconds, we were knee deep in mud with our bones, literally soaked through.
"Well that's just fuckin' peachy, innit?" My friend groaned loudly.
"Aye," I nodded, feeling another surge forward from the line. "Just fuckin' peachy."

>>13067869
"Dad, wake up."
"Hrngh."
"Da-aad."
He made more pig noises, then: "What is it?"
"The forces of Darknes are attacking."
"Well, what do they want?"
"They're attacking, dad."
"Tell them we don't want any."
I sighed.

"We don't want any!" I shouted at the massed horde of slavering monsters.
"WE WILL TEAR THE FLESH FROM YOUR BONES, AND BLAH BLAH BLAH," they said back. There was a lot of it, I can't remember it exactly. It was boring.
"Look, fuck off, alright? Denise is coming over tonight. I can't have my village destroyed by the forces of Darkness, she'll think I'm weird."
"WE WILL FLAY YOU WITH THE SOMETHING SOMETHING WHATEVER," they cried.

"Dad, they aren't leaving."
"Did you tell them to leave? You got to be firm with people like that."
"They're not leaving."
Finally, he got up.
"I'll get my shotgun," he muttered.

Oh, fuck. They're in for it now, I thought. Ever since he got laid off, dad's had a really rotten temper.

>>13067487
“Not snowing so hard now,” the one remarked, glancing briefly at the setting sun.

“Mmh,” replied the second, trailing briefly behind and doing his best to keep his mind off the numbing cold seeping into his boots.

The two trudged on for a bit longer before the first spoke again.

“Be dark soon,” he said, checking his coat pockets for the flares he pulled from the car.

“We've been walking for hours,” the second groaned, “I'll be half fucking frozen by the time we get to the slope.”

The first smiled, looking back over his shoulder at his shivering companion. “Now, now, James, you know very well it's only been forty minutes since we left the road.”

“Screw off,” said James, “And don't call me that.”

The first shrugged. “Whatever you say.”

They walked on in silence for several minutes, slowly drawing closer to their destination. The sun dropped lower, shrouding itself with clouds, and the wind howled madly as night began to take hold. James coughed.

>>13068017
“How'd you get it in your head to come here, anyway?” he said bitterly.

The first grinned, though the other wasn't looking. “It was on the maps. No one I talked to knew anything about it. Maybe they caught a glimpse of it from the highway, coming back from work one day. Maybe they saw a picture in some old book.” He gave a short, harsh laugh. “A fortress out by the mountains, forgotten by time. Who could resist?”

James rolled his eyes. “We should have stayed with the car.”

“What for?” The first replied.

His companion made a face. “What the hell do you mean, 'what for?' To get some fucking help, that's what.”

The first one chuckled, checking once more on the flares. “Oh, James- Jim, sorry- A dirt road in the hills, evening time, in the middle of winter? We'd have better luck heading back for the highway.”

“So why didn't we, Rog? It'd have been a shorter walk, that's for sure,” James said, with more than a hint of malice. The wind tugged at his coat, and he swore under his breath, cursing the weather.

>>13068026
Roger looked at his watch. Not long now. “All uphill, you know.”

James spat.

“Anyway, there's no sense worrying about it now,” the first said happily, “We're almost there.”

The second rubbed his wrists, then blew into his hands to warm them. “And what are we going to do at this blasted thing, run around with our pants down until the sun comes up?”

“We'll do what we came to do, and leave when it's warmer.”

“But what-” James stopped abruptly. He was looking at gray now, not white. Bits of stone, peeking through the snow. He looked up, and sighed. The outer wall loomed above him, cracked and broken, fit to collapse any moment, he was sure. But they were there, at last.

Roger looked back at him, smile splitting his jaw. “Glad you came?”

>>13068035
James smiled back, eyes catching the failing light. “Not in the least.” He gestured to the wall. “After you.”

The first turned, looked up, shrugged, and peered around in both directions, looking for a gate. Off to the left a section of the wall had collapsed, giving a glimpse into the complex. It was not at all spectacular.

“And on we go,” Roger said to himself, leading his associate around the wall. After a moment, he looked back, warned James to watch his footing, and began climbing over the rubble marking the way in.

“Some fucking Friday this is,” James grumbled, following.

At length, they reached the top of the rubble pile and stumbled over the edge, carefully making their way down the other side. Roger checked the flares again and reached for his keys, clicking on the small pen light attached to the shiny ring. It didn't help much. James said so, receiving only another smile for his trouble. They went on.

The sun was dipping below the horizon when they reached the first house. The darker it got, the farther the little pen-light reached, but James remained unimpressed. Roger stepped up to the door of the building, rotting like everything else, and brushed the snow off. His companion looked around, peering up at the inner wall, taller than the other and in better condition.

>>13068045
“I don't suppose you've got a climber's kit in those pockets of yours,” James said absently, moving up to the house. He tried to look through one of the windows, but it was far too dark to see inside. Roger murmured something positive and tried the door. It opened, with an unpleasant scraping noise.

The first, coat brushing softly against the wall, stepped into the house, sweeping the interior with the pen-light. His breathing halted. “James,” he called, “Come take a look at this.”

His companion dropped his head, rubbing his freezing hands together, and groaned. “Unless there's a Holiday Inn in there...”

He circled back around to the entrance, where Roger was standing in the doorway, head tilted up and unmoving. “What is so important-” James began, shoving past, only to lose his breath as he looked up.

For what was hanging there, twisting slowly in the biting wind, gripped his stomach like a vice.

>>13068029
The Federation is still not fond of me, so my attempts at parallel parking were met with hostility. The hostility subsided once I landed on them.

Do your worst.

>"The forces of Darknes are attacking."
>"Well, what do they want?"
>"They're attacking, dad."
>"Tell them we don't want any."
>My fucking face
Bravo, anon.

>>13067998
"Welcome, Brother, to the Forbidden Library. Within these shelves is the cumulation of four hundred years of research into the Dark Arts. You may use these at your disposal, but be wary of two rules:
You must never show these books to anyone outside of the Brotherhood, lest they fall into the wrong hands; and you must always put them back.
Take caution in reading the books, or you may find yourself sucked into one of them..."

Dick Skeletons

>>13067998
The silence was almost deafening. A cliché yes, but one well deserved here. Every footstep seemed shattering, every cough or murmur from below those deep hooded robes seemed to be like a scream.
And it tormented Gothor. All he wanted was a chat, a chance to talk about the latest print of the black mass manual or the hidden signs of the sixth circle of the black pit with someone.
Hell, he'd settle for a friendly smile and a wave at this point.
He looked up from his book, another boring little signal and spell manual. Gods this stuff was boring. Couldn't he read something a little more... fun?
No, of course not, he was a black monk and supposed to be dripping with evil and curses and all that bollocks. He thought it'd be full of adventure and darkness... to be honest, he spent most of his time chanting praises or translating text.
He lowered his eyes back to the book, inwardly wishing that he'd done what his dad had said and become a pig farmer, it'd be more interesting than this.

>>13068064
"Everybody hang on! I'm getting us outta here."
"You can carry three people?"
"Apparently I can."

>>13068105
"So what'd you get this time, Fred?"

"Tastes... nine, maybe ten." He smacked his lips. "Yep, nine. Got a brother, too."

"So you going back for that one?"

"Nah, I never take two. That'd be cruel, you know?" He opened another door. "See you in two minutes."

>>13068105
And just like that, Jameson was gone, a trail of blood and a handprint all the evidence that he ever existed in this world.
The door closed shut. It knew someone would be around to inspect where its prey had gone, and would eventually stumble upon the blood.
It could be patient.
It was just a matter of time.

>>13068105
"Some doors were not meant to be opened. Some things were not meant to be seen. Did I listen to reason when the knocking started? Did I consider the consequences when I heard the snarling? Was I so proud to believe I could brave and defeat what everyone else could not? Now I rest in a thousand pieces, my body shredded to the winds. Let it stand as a warning, a testament, to the impossible, to our own mortality."

Buuuh, man I am so out of it tonight.
Can't write for shit.

>>13067998
The Guardian of the Library turned its eyeless, stone head towards me.

"Have you come bearing instruments of fire, light or water?"

"As the ancient covenant holds, I come bearing neither fire, light nor water," I replied, and knew the reply was correct, for the Guardian did not rend my limbs from my body nor crack my bones for the marrow within.

"Have you walked these halls before?"

"Not once had I entered before, and not once shall I enter ever after," I replied. Sweat broke out on my forehead. The scroll had been less precise on this point. A mistake here could still cost me my life.

The Guardian of the Library flapped its massive, stone wings once, as if testing them for use. It stared at me silently for some time before finally saying: "Correct."

Then it spread those wings wide, and made a sweeping gesture, enveloping the whole of the Library.

"So, Seeker, you have come seeking a book, then. By the ancient covenant, a single book I shall grant you to read. What book, then, do you seek?"

>>13068179
"...I seek the book of Isidor Kaufachim!"

"And is that not, Seeker, your own name?"

"So what if it is? The covenant says you have to bring it! You have to!"

"And I shall..." the Guardian replied. It seemed unpleasantly satisfied. Which is to say, I was not pleased that it was satisfied.

It was not long before the tome I had sought was set before me, and this is what it said:

Isidor had sought the book of his life for many years, but now he had finally found it. He knew that it would tell him everything of his past and everything of his future, too, for it was the book of his whole life, of moments far gone and of moments yet to come.

Yet Isidor had made a mistake, for he had not realised that he was not the first to come to the Library seeking the book of his own life, and now he had doomed himself to the same hell that had met all those other poor, misguided seekers.

For there is one hell and there are many hells, and in reading, Isidor is now in that hell which is called recursion, and it is without end.

>>13068168
Then Kakrin looked upon the Stream of Indignity, which runs through the Mountains of Madness, and thought, "I shall conquer this. All of this, for my father." And he raised his spear, to call the favor of the gods. Then an ogre grabbed his coat and threw him into the lava.

And that is the story of your great-uncle.

>>13068168
He stood upon the wastes, hot ash wind blowing in his face, whipping the robes of the wanderer about him.
Before him the wastes stretched and among them, pointing up like the teeth of the fire dragons themselves, were the volcanic cities. Each teemed with life, danger, fire.
A slow smile grew on his face. Adventure awaited within each one, each flash of light was a woman to be seduced, a bar to be drunk and a gold coin to be taken.
Life here was harsh, yes... but damn it was exciting.

Something a bit more down to earth, mayhaps?

>>13068196

>>13068244
"We were great once. The gods, how the smiled upon us! They graced us knowledge to defy the heavens and the earth. Ever upwards we built, ever proud. Our walls stood strong against all who would do us harm. But we became arrogant. We felt we no longer needed the gods. We envied their immortality, their knowledge, their dominion over the universe. That was OUR right. They were not of this world, we were! It was our right! We rose up, in our glory, in our might, and we marched. To the ends of the earth, we fought. None stood stood before us, god or man! But we forgot one very important thing. The world, our mother, had granted the gods power over the world because they understood. They knew. They were wise. And man was not. For that flaw, we are damned, for all eternity, forever separated from the gifts and protections of the gods, and forever doomed to our own instruments. Without the ancient knowledge, never again shall we rise."

There is not enough writefag for all of this.

you should be able to solve this

>>13068329

meh, It's now like a draw thread I gue... OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE.

This is why I love /tg/.
You guys are the most creative board on 4chan, no exceptions.

Keep writing guys, you're all doing awesome work.

>>13068366

It's like I don't even need other boards anymore.

>>13068360
"Ted? Ted what are you- Ted is that a guitar? Ted why are those amps plugged into the shuttle's power generator?"
"Because Bill, sometimes you only get one chance to do something amazing. Something everyone will remember for all time. And Bill, today, I'm going to play rock and roll to the world."

>>13068360
"Johnson, this is Houston. Uh, could you tell us what you're doing?"
"Showing those damn commies how space exploration is really done."

Enjoy.

>>13068029
"Incoming fire, Daxx," came the synthesized voice of the droid.

"I can see that, Tek," replied the human male strapping himself into the pilots seat.

Several bolts of blaster fire hit the small ship, rocking it slightly as the duo fiddled with the alien controls, their mission having gone less than smoothly.

"I do not think the Xenos will be happy we are commandeering one of their scout vessels, Sir."

"Well, we can add it to the list of things they won't be happy we did: Stealing their classified plans for advanced power armor technology, shooting two of their best scientists, and seducing the High Lord's daughter."

"Sir, was that last one really necessary on your part?" asked the droid.

"What can I say, Tek?" asked Daxx innocently. "I have a thing for alien women. Now, if my guess is correct, this switch," he said, thumbing it cautiously, "Should activate the auto-guns." He gave the switch a flick, a smile spreading across his face at the sound of the auto-guns coming online.

The guns fired in rapid succession, making quick work of the two guards and the single drone that had been chasing them.

"Hostiles eliminated," the droid reported from his position in the co-pilot seat.

"Fantastic. And we have the power armor data in tact. Not bad, if I do say so myself." Daxx relaxed in his chair, stretching his arms out and up, giving a content sigh. "How much do you think the Galactic Organization will be willing to pay for advanced power armor plans, Tek?"

"Well, Sir, this is a rather new technology. Considering they have made little progress of their own, I estimate they will be willing to pay a hefty sum for the work of the Xenos."

Daxx's smile became a wide, stupid grin like that of a giddy child. "Music to my ears," he mused quietly.

Soon the pair were off, cruising through space, ready to once again make a profit on the work of others.

I'm interested in Daytime /tg/'s take on this.

>>13068323
They come to me broken and bleeding, and I offer them healing, and the Lady's mercy.

Gashed soldiers. A face destroyed where a blow to his cheek-guard smashed it in. He'll lose the eye. He was a pretty boy, once. He was a mother's son. Somewhere, there is a woman who gave birth to this boy, and she raised him to be a kind and gentle man, and loved him with the full force only a mother's heart can manage...and now he is here, before me, a bag of mangled meat in torn armor, screaming like a hundred others here in the Tents of Healing.

They shouldn't call them the Tents of Healing. They should call them the Tents of Screams.

Here, once-fair boy. I offer healing, and the Lady's mercy. Let sundered flesh heal. Let your weakness pass away, and return as strength. Let death pass you over and life accept you back in her embrace.

And now you rise, once-fair boy, son of a loving mother. I am diminished for your sake, and you will take the gift I offer, and use it to slay other boys, other sons of other loving mothers. And having slain and raped your fill, you will return to me, hurt, bleeding, seeking healing, and the Lady's Mercy.

But who will heal me?

For I find that I hate healing, and I hate the Lady, and most of all I hate mercy.

>>13068442
I'm not a writefag, but fuck year.

>>13068488

>>13068452

But, that's already a story! There's no need to add anything more, it's already a perfect work of flash fiction.

>>13068166

Strength from adversity, that's what Serpnski had always said. He had been a smart bastard, quick on the uptake, but smarts don't make your skull any thicker when the black man comes calling. Or, more precisely, when the men with the guns come calling.

Bandits, it had been. A dozen of them at least. Even with eyes drawn back from a lack of sleep, he had not seen them coming. Baliv HAD been able to see Serp's ever-so-smart brains exit the back of his head in a spray before things really went. The other guys they'd been camping with had been real pros, tough, still not as smart as Serp but they had enough bullets to make up for it. They'd died next.

There'd been so many. Baliv had emptied every magazine, every last scrap of lead at those stupid cocksuckers. Their shots cracked off of trees and stone, missing by miles. He had made them pay. For Serp.

He'd been down to one magazine - one - when the screaming started. There had been screaming, shouts from both sides, but this didn't sound... right. There was stamping, a painful snap, followed by a cacophony of gunfire.

It didn't stop, and neither did Baliv. He'd booked it through the forest, stopping only to trip over a loose branch, before stumbling his way down an embankment and... here. Into Pripyat. Into hell.

>>13068360
We had tried all other scientific options to destroy the asteroid. Missiles, mining into the crystallized rock and planting explosives, sticking giant rockets onto the side to drag it off-course. None succeeded. And so, in our desperation, we turned to the one thing that science, for all it's effort, could never fully explain. A power that has always been able to do amazing things. We sent a small crew into orbit, into the path of the asteroid, outfitted only with a single spacesuit, an amp, and a guitar.

On earth, from mission control, each man and woman stood and saluted as the man in the spacesuit emerged, a guitar strapped across his chest. Across the emptiness of space, the opening cords echoed.

And so began the solo that would save the Earth.

>>13068249
"Sour or sweet?"

He thought for a moment, licked his lips, and said, "Sweet, I guess."

She opened the glass door, selected a can with a brightly colored label announcing its contents as 'Strawberry American Donkey!' in English, and tossed it to Ichi, grinning at him. "Chicken or beef?" she asked, moving to the next section.

"Either," said Ichi, looking over the drink's ingredients and grimacing. "This is going to give me diabetes."

"So have something salty to go along with it," Mara told him, perusing the packages cluttering the shelf in front of her.

"I don't think that's how it works," Ichi replied, "And that sounded wrong."

There was a loud, resounding boom, and the small shop shook for a brief moment. Mara glanced out the window. "Closer today," she sighed. "Think they'll evacuate us soon?"

Ichi shrugged. "Who knows." There was another boom, more distant. "I just hope they do it before NEURAL gets here. Everything they 'protect' gets destroyed. They're worse than the enemy."

Mara looked back at him, shifting expressions as if she could decide how to feel. Finally, she looked back to the shelf. "About that..."

There were three more booms, in quick succession. Alarms began to sound. Her whispered voice cut through the noise like a scythe.

"The test was green. I can pilot."

Ichi said nothing. A few seconds passed before Mara turned around, holding up a box of dried noodles. She smiled. "Ready to go?"

Ichi swallowed. "You'll really..."

"We'll talk about it later," Mara insisted, "Just don't worry, okay? Come on," she punched him lightly on the arm, "It's the weekend. No cares, no fears, right?"

In the morning, she was gone. In her place was a letter, with big, bold letters announcing its sender. NEURAL. It was the first time he'd cried in a long, long time.

>>13068514

I suppose you're right!

I guess I can doodle up something else for someone to write about.

>>13068519

The ferris wheel stood like a monument, yellow with bird shit and rust, creaking with the weight of thirty empty years in the cold and rain. He felt just as ready to collapse, to crash down amongst the snow and ice and just forget. Beriv couldn't remember the last time he'd rested right. Serp had said it would pass. He had been wrong.

So Beriv sat. Mind too clouded to consider his exact location, to check his probably-broken PDA. There were no batteries here anyway. He sat in the ticket booth for the wheel and he waited. In the cold. Him and the ferris wheel and the vague towers of Pripyat hanging in the clouded sky.

Snow crunched from where he'd come. Air flickered. Labored, monstrous breathing grated at Beriv's tired ears. A pair of eyes, brighter and whiter than the snow on the ground, stared at him from eight feet in the air.

Beriv stood, a look of stolid acceptance hanging on his face, and he turned with the weight of the ferris wheel in a heavy wind. He could almost hear the creak in his bones. There was one last burst of gunfire, a lance of hot lead melting the cold away.

Beriv got his rest.

>>13068442
The X-Games, upon being asked to allow entry to the first ever robotic competitor, jumped at the chance. They had no idea what they were getting themselves into.

>>13068541
And now >>13068442
needs to be a sequel to this story somehow.

>>13068541
I'd watch this. I'd watch the shit out of this.

>>13068568
"Confound it! You completely overshot the Planes & Mercs Quest thread!"

>>13068589
There was once a cat who was so big nobody could pet him. This cat was the saddest cat in the world. But one day he heard a legend from a passing human. A legend of a man who lived on the moon. The moon was Gigantic, like he was. The Man who Lived on the Moon was also huge. Maybe, one day this huge man, who was bigger than Big Cat, would come down from the moon and pet him and make him purr and not feel lonely anymore.

Big Cat was skeptical. But he listened to the passing man's advice, and waited for night to fall. Look up at the moon tonight. It is a full moon, you'll be able to see the Man on the Moon's face clearly from there! And so he waited. Night fell. And sure enough, there was the man! The Man on the Moon! He was too far away to pet Big Cat. But Big Cat knew. The Man on the Moon was as lonely as he was, with no cat to cuddle with and pet, for he looked so sad. As the light of morning finally graced the earth, Big Cat could feel the warmth of the sun on his coat. For one brief second, he allowed himself to believe that the warmth was from the Huge Man's hand patting his head.

>>13068681
Stop this. That is a happy picture. A happy picture! It's just a cat imagining himself to be a superhero!

>>13068568
"My god." I said, watching the battle overhead. The tank column was advancing, straight into the battle at some place called "Kursk". Overhead, a battle in the sky was already raging like the inferno of Vesuvius itself. Fighters everywhere, jockeying for air superiority. In this battle of tanks, whoever controlled the skies, commanded the outcome.
Then the whole line started shouting out in terror. I whipped my head around and looked up. The scream of a crashing plane reached my ears, and I saw billowing smoke as a fighter came tumbling down to the ground, flying just over our heads. I instinctively ducked until it passed. When I looked back up, I watched it continue on, finally impacting behind a number of halftracks. It burst into flames immediately. I thought that was the end of it. Then I saw something that will haunt me for the rest of my life.
A figure burst from the wreckage, wreathed in flames, flailing helplessly as aviation fuel seared his flesh to the bone. "Holy shit, Sir, he's still alive!" I shouted, looking at my superior, Horst, in the tank next to me. He just stared defiantly towards the treeline.
"Shouldn't we do something?!?" I asked, the screams of utter agony reaching my ears. Inhuman, and yet they evoked the most human of all emotions. Horst merely turned his face to me, a grim scowl masking whatever his thoughts were.
"Forward!" he shouted, turning away from me. The column rumbled to life again, and we were off to battle again. I couldn't help but look back one last time and the figure, now writhing on the ground, still screaming. Then I looked towards my fate, swallowed my stomach, and put it all behind me. War has no room for regret. No room for compassion. Was knows only Victory, at all costs.

>>13068681
>>13068747
I shall rectify.

"The next day Big Cat vanished. Nobody could say where he went, or what happened to him. The next night though, everybody did notice something. The man of the moon had changed. No longer was his face forlorn, lost, and alone. Now it was smiling."

>>13068687
"IA! IA! CATHULU FTHAGN!"

The pink monstrosity arose from the sea like a pastel nightmare. Its many tentacles stirred the sea around it like a localized storm.

"This is stupid," Alice said.

"Quick," said the Unicorn, "you must use the Power of Friendship to defeat ancient Cathulhu!"

"This is stupid," Alice repeated. "I don't even like pink."

"If we all think thought of love-"

"Shut up." Alice felt a rage build in her. It wasn't a pink rage. It was red. "I hate this dream. I hate you. Look at this!"

She took out a handful of Lego bricks from her pocket. "You see this? I had to steal this from my baby brother. He's EIGHT. You know what he got for Christmas? He got a robot, made out of Legos, that you can build any way you want. And then you plug the robot into a computer, and you can PROGRAM IT TO DO ANYTHING YOU CAN THINK OF!"

She threw the Legos on the pastel ground and stomped on them. Tears were filling her eyes know, but she didn't care.

"You know what I got? A baby doll! It came with a special toilet seat it can piss in! THAT'S ALL IT CAN DO!"

In the sea, Cathulhu quit splashing. The Unicorn was silent.

"I HATE PINK! I HATE GIRL THINGS! WHY CAN'T I HAVE ANYTHING FUN?"

Cathulhu and the Unicorn couldn't answer.

>>13068866
This... is actually very sad.

I'm just throwing in write-fodder, so tell me if there are any specific themes anyone is looking for.

Go.

>>13068876
Ben's heart raced as the beast towered over him, it's jaw seeming to unhinge, large enough to swallow eight of him at once. Never before had he seen such a thing. Never before was he so afraid. Pure terror coursed in his veins. But he held firm. It struck, it's teether coming within inches of his neck, but Ben jumped at the last moment. Over and over the beast struck, never giving Ben a moment of hope that he might get a strike in. The fear would not subside. Yet whenever he thought of running, the images of his family, his friends, his town, the innocent people there, all flooded to his mind. The festivals, the warm summer nights, the cold winters by a fire, it all rushed to his heart and mind. It filled him from head to toe with the resolve to stand firm. The beast lashed out again, but this time Ben was too slow. It struck him in the arm, and he fell to his knees. He went limp, thinking this was the end. He could feel the poison creeping up his arm, entering his heart, his muscles growing still and numb. Then he remembered his home. They were counting on him. If he fell, they all would. He could not fail. His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened. His brow furrowed. His eyes narrowed. He heaved himself to his feet once more. He stood firm, and with one last breath, he threw himself at the beast.

>>13069005
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

>>13068992
You are now realizing what uplifted dolphin would use as manipulatory appendages manually.
(They have prehensile penises)

>>13068915
Every butcher has, at some point in his career, been confronted with the complication that the raw materials of his trade have instincts of self-preservation, and won't go under the blade freely.

Thus, the "Judas Goat" was invented, an animal trained to lead its flock into death, while always being spared itself. The Judas will walk down the slaughter chute, showing the rest of the animals that there is nothing to fear. Then, as they follow, down come the blades, and the blood flies, and soon the Judas is the only one alive.

Well, at least that's how it works with goats.

When your business depends on fresh Behemorgon ribs, it's a little more involved than that. A herd of Behemorgon are traditionally raised with the butcher's own offspring. They grow to trust the child, and love him, and he feeds them fish. They are the best of friends.

And one day, playing Catch the Fish, they all go down the slaughter chute...

Hard Mode for >>13069031 is:

< this was the scene the smoking marine was a part of mere days ago

>>13069044
Holy shit, anon, do you know where this is from? 'Cause I'm pretty sure it's a scene from a book I know.

>>13069116

http://abiogenisis.deviantart.com/

Guy has his own world with its own ecosystem all planned out and drawn up.

>>13069142
Oh, not what I thought then. Thanks anyway!

>>13069111
"I think we've been cheated."
"What? How can you say that? T'is a marvellous beast!"
"Yeah, about that. First of all, I don't think this is actually a lion."
"But the man assured me-"
"SECOND OF ALL, it doesn't even have a mouth. Regardless of whether or not it is a lion, and as a professional lion tamer I can assure you lions have mouths, my act requires me to put my head in the lion's mouth. Which this thing does not have."
"But surely...one of those holes?"
"Those holes are as big as I am. Nobody'd be impressed. Face it, this is a fake."

>>13069191

Brilliant.

I'll stop here for the moment, just so I'm not overloading people with ideas.

>>13069142
Those are literally the bugs from Starship Troopers.

>>13068938
The warrior lay on the ground, his life blood pooled about the field around him. It was done. The Great Shadow had been defeated. His chest grew heavy, and his breath was strained. He was cold, so, so cold. Then there was a warmth.
He cracked his eyes open and saw a light. It was Nethalith. She had come for him. At the end of everything, she was still there for him.
"I am fallen" he croaked, his voice choked.
"It's alright, rest easy now, Warrior," she said." You did it. It's over. The Dark Days are gone, the Shadow cast away." She choked for a moment on her sorrow. "The green and wild things of the world will return soon, and the merry songs will be sung in the halls once more."
As she spoke, his eyes began to glaze over, and a smile slowly spread across the weary and scarred face. Then a cough wracked his body, and the pain returned, and all the horrors of his days came back to his mind. "I've braved every terror known to mortals, and yet I cannot brave death. I cower in his presence, afraid of what is beyond this barrier of life. It is so dark" She took pity on him, her tiny heart filled only with her grief for him.

>>13069290
"Don't fear it. There is nothing to fear. At first it may be dark, but then you see the sun overhead, shining clearer than it ever has, it's warmth soothing your skin. A cool breeze ripples the hills and fields of tall grass, and clouds race their way overhead. The trees grow their trunks broad and mighty, their branches reaching far abroad, sharing their shade with any who wish to sit and speak with them, talking of past, present, love, music, and all things good in the world. And in the night the people gather in the pavilions in the lamp and candlelight, and dance to the music, tell stories of times come and gone, and sit in the grass, watching the fireworks high over head dazzle their minds. And then all sleep the deepest sleep anyone can know, and awake to the cool morning dew."
When she paused for a moment, she came back to reality. To the gore and pain around her. Bodies and ships mangled beyond recognition. In front of her, the Warrior's eyes had glazed over, his breath stilled. But on his tired face, peace had at last found it's place. As she readied to leave, a single, gold, glowing tear fell from her cheek, onto his hand.

>>13068938
That's a Viking and a Valkyrie. Don't give us such obvious ones.

>>13069253

Are you fucking high?

>>13069117
"Observe, Waddle."
Professor Pingu hefted one of the strange, oddly transparent cones.
"The victim was found stabbed, yet the murder weapon has not been recovered. What does this tell us, Waddle?"
"That the killer took it with him when he left?"
"Nonsense, Waddle. To do so would be to leave incriminating evidence upon his person! Really, Waddle, you must clear your mind before going on an investigation."
"Sorry, Professor, I think the helmet's cutting off my air."
"Well, then. The only reasonable conclusion is that the murder weapon SELF DESTRUCTED AFTER THE MURDER WAS COMITTED!"
Everyone in the room gasped. Waddle's was a bit tinny, coming as it did from an airtight diver's helmet.

Everyone in the study of Sherloclaw Manor was very impressed by Professor Pingu's deduction, but eventually, Inspector Dapht of Scotland Yard ventured to question, "But Professor, how could a weapon such a knife or dagger self destruct? That just can't be! Why, it's against all logic!"

But Professor Pingu, that genius mind, only smiled with one corner of his beak. "That is because you have the mind of an honest mind, Inspector. To track down this murderer, one must be able to emulate the diseased, mad mind of a man capable of murder! That is why you cannot fathom the depths of this puzzle. For you see, this murder was committed...WITH A BLADE OF ICE!"

"God dash it all, Pingu, you've done it again!" Waddle said afterwards. "Cracked the case in no time."

"Such is my blessing and my curse, Waddle," Pingu replied, tying an elastic band around his upper arm to expose a vein.

>>13069317

Noted.

>>13069290
>>13069302

>>13069217
"They're children," he scoffed, flipping the picture back onto the desk.

"They're soldiers," the messenger said defiantly, waving a battered plastic disc. "View it."

"No," the Lieutenant replied, glaring at him, "I won't. I've seen a hundred of these things. Personal cameras, thirty minutes of shaking, some blood, some screams, a whole lot of amateur work."

"View it," the messenger said again, practically pressing the disc to the Lieutenant's face. "They cleared out a core cell. Just those six of them, with only the one rifle."

"Bullshit," spat the Lieutenant, "The Invaders don't go down that easy."

The messenger smiled coldly. "It crashed into their school. Conference day. They lost their parents, most of their friends. And cleared out the core cell with one rifle and some sticks. View it."

The Lieutenant looked at the other man for a moment, then relented, throwing up his hands and snatching the disc from the messenger's grip. "Alright, alright," he shouted, "But you owe me a beer. Not the cheap local shit, either. A real beer."

The messenger turned to leave. "Some things..."

"Never change," the Lieutenant finished for him.

My image folder is almost unfathomably massive, so let me know if you writing types want something from a specific genre.

>>13069510
Sci-fi or horror, if you please.

>>13069548

How about a fond childhood memory?

>>13069450
"Wrex."
"Shepard."

>>13068541
>>13068521
>>13068488
>>13067701
>>13068681
>>13068866
<< pic related,

also, >>13068617, 5cm per second

>>13069289

I ran. There was nothing else we could do, so I ran. We threw nearly everything we had at the evil servant of Kromdar swords, arrows, bullets, magic... and it laughed, so I ran. When he ate someone he wasn't really eating them he was ripping their souls from their body's in the most grotesque fashion imaginable, permanently severing two things that should never be separated, so I ran. Fear powered my legs, not hope....oh no, hope no longer existed only the ever present thought of my demise, the thought of my soul being brutally torn from my body, so I ran, and he gained on me. I turned quickly and fired my last burst of light blinding him temperately, and I fucking ran, but then a vestige of hope appeared... Rodrick, the champion, the crusader of light, the destroyer of fiends was slowly dieing in front of me. I got down and began to prey "please anyone I don't care just give me strength to heal this man"..... nothing I prayed harder, still nothing. I prayed one final time..... It looks like my vestige of hope has been renewed.

>>13068942

Some people come to this country seeking their fortunes. Others to escape their pasts.

I'm one of the second catagory. It may be a south american backwater, but at least here I can live free, like an actual person, and not like some piece of property. It's been three years since the passage of the Asimov Android Rights amendment to the constitution (a misleading name if there ever was one), and from what I hear, things back home are getting worse with every passing day.

>>13069548

preferences about how far into the future?

I've always wanted to see someone's take on this image, because the idea alone makes me cringe.

>>13069634
Maybe something closer to the present. Or alternate history if you've got it. I love me some space race.

>>13069663

Pleased to meet you; hope you guessed my name.

A classic.

>>13069686
"No, is act sadder German scum, or you get no Bavarian chocolate. These pictures are needed to make you look weak and us look like assholes in American movies for generations to come!"

>>13069592
"You awake?"

"No, go away."

There was a rustling. The face drew closer. "You awake?"

The child lifted the covers a bit. "Go away, dad."

"You awake?" It got a bit closer. The mask was even more obviously fake this time. There were visible seams. It was pathetic.

"For the last time, I'm trying to sleep-" Beth reached out to tear the mask off, but when she pulled at it, it didn't come off. As the covers sloughed off her body, she froze, slowly looking past the 'mask', past the head. It was real. All of it.

"You're awake. And now you're mine."

>>13069646
It was done. Finally.

Zukhoimo wiped the blood and viscera from his hands, watching as the dragonecter chattered and moved its new body around. A good decade had been spent on researching a dragon-killing creature, and now his work had finally paid off.

Clade Rhizome was the only one that worked on breeding organisms for war; all the others relied upon cannon, shields and strange contract-based magic, their specialties prone to breaking or exploding on the battlefield at the most inopportune moments. Their economies barely trduged along due to their impatience in regards to testing, and so they frantically bartered, bought and sold from each other in a chaotic scramble to outdo one another.

But not Clade Rhizome. Breeding took time, as did gengineering under an array of lenses and fungal bioluminescence. Their patience paid off, especially since the nearby feudal kingdoms demanded something be done about the dragons.

>>13069635

I felt an evil aura in the forest. The aura drew me in like a fly to honey. "Where are you going" my little sister said to me in the ever most cheerful voice.
"Only to explore further into the forest"
"but daddy said not to go any farther then the yellow fence" my sister replied
"Well then I guess this will just have to be our little secret won't it" I said sweetly as I gently tussled her hair, she was so easy to manipulate. As we descended further into the forest my arms quivered more and more with the excitement, the exhilaration of finally seeing what I have been praying for. Then I saw it, they where real, the demons they were real I smiled. My mom and dad said I was crazy they locked me in that hell hole for four long miserable years, they never stopped talking to me you know, the demons.
"Is that cheery coolaid" my sister asked.
"Yeah it is why don't you take a swig" I replied almost not able to hide the excitement in my voice. They always said my first sacrifice would be the greatest moment of my life. I never doubted them for a second.

>>13069825

"Esteban, stop with the silverware and watch as I take a shit on this whore's stomach before she wakes up."

>>13069765
The kingdoms number about twenty and were locked in a stalement due to icnestuous alliances amongst their nobility and a thorough inabilty to learn anything new. As such, the dragons were practically invincible to the feudal armies that fielded crossbows, crude cannon and pegacorn knights.

But the clades were not divided by faith or ethnicity, but rather by technological specialties. They rapidly began offering their services to the kingdoms in the hopes of making a fortune.

Problem was, the dragons ate gold, silver and copper, making the fortunes vanish quite steadily. The most advanced cannon relied upon arrays of lenses made from strange elements and chemical batteries; the dragons' scales cause the lasers to glance away harmlessly. The other clades were shitting themselves in rage at this. How?

But Zukhoimo hit upon the answer while drinking mead with his colleagues. Every organism is bound to have a parasite, if not an outright lethal predator. Dragons had one, as it turned out, a centipede that specialized on the soft underside of their scales. Why not modify this centipede?

A decade of work went into this parasite, increasing its size, improving its respiratory and exoskeleton systems, so on and so forth. But the average dragon could belch a chemical concoction that was highly corrosive, something the centipede couldn't normally withstand. The modifications eventually came to involve long, scything limbs that could rip off the dragon's wings and actually hollow out the pea-brained beast.

>>13069249
Zinaida. The name hung in his mind like a wind chime in the warming sun. She had died fighting, at least. Second best way to go. The first, of course, being to die of old age after squashing the opposition and living a long and comfortable life. Of course, it was the beginning of the end with her. The end of Jack, the end of the Pulverizers, the end of Circ City.

I remember standing there, looking off the cliff. The world was so quiet there. So peaceful. I could have been the last man in the world. No more Ravens. No more except me.

I'm lonely.

>>13067851
Surveillance unit 04 flew over the remains of the city. There was lettering on its side. “Dolm”. It had been sent by the collective A.I.

The A.I. was the only thing that had survived. Calculations showed that it would be able to function for another 662695445 seconds. It was not enough. Not at all compared to the time it needed.

When the first waves arrived, there was nothing but a fantastic display of colors in the sky, accompanied by sensitive sensors being fried all across the system. The humans were too busy with other things to notice the signs. Or perhaps they did notice, but simply didn’t care.

The second wave hit the planet like nothing ever previously conceived.

The ionosphere was never meant to handle the massive amounts of energy that crashed against it. It was not long before the forests burned away and the seas boiled dry. In less than a fraction of its history, mankind had been reduced from dominating the planet to a single set of capsules, buried deep beneath all the debris.

The collective A.I. worked tirelessly towards its given task. But there was not enough time.

>>13069931
The centipede's new size made it an efficient combatant, allowing it to slice neatly through whole herds of "battle cattle" - a strange combination of goat and swine meant for massed charges against superior numbers. Rhizome's best beast-capturers managed to land a dragon, old enough to spew its gut chemicals yet young enough to keep under control. He had watched as it flapped its wings, trying to stay away from the centipede's scything claws. It was no use, as the bioweapon slinked up the hall columns and leapt upon the inexperienced beast, slicing its head off and devouring its innards as it fell to the floor. It took only a few moments for the centipede to have its fill, its many legs connecting to the remains of the dragon's nervous system. Granted, the dragon's body wouldn't last for very long, but that would give the centipede some food for the long campaign ahead.

Zukhoimo grinned wickedly, revealing his four pointed incisors and four thick canines. The kingdoms would kill each other just to buy such a handsome specimen. He would make the rank of Head Warper in no time.

"That'll do boy, that'll do."
The centipede clicked its mandibles in what was hopefully contentment.

>>13069020
Alex slowly woke up from his dreams into a reality of shit.
"w-w-Wh-w...Where the fuck am I? God damn my mouth feels on fire. What ha---o shit, yeah. Those fucking cops. Came out of nowhere and told us to come along quietly before I felt that fucking club smash my jaw. Didn't even fucking wait to see if I was going to shut my mouth on my own. Awww hell, like I was going to anyways."
Alex slowly began to open his eyes and get a bearing on his situation.
"...Fuck, my goddamn head.....Where the fuck is my cloth? Shit, I guess they didn't want to take any chances with me hiding anything. Funny thing, a goddamn cyber-implanted soldier and a guy selling his parts to pay for the rent both have to get machinery tacked onto them for the organs that end up having to come out. Guess the fuckers couldn't tell the difference...Oh yeah, Where the fuck am I?"
Alex shifted around until he saw his two friends Jim. B. and Coke. B., looking off to the corner of the room, patiently waiting, like he was sizing up his situation, waiting for the opportunity to get the fuck out. Or did he just want nothing at all to happen? He never spoke more than two sentences a week, so it could have been either. That was B. for you. He seemed goddamn useful to be partnered with but contributed jack shit to the operation.

>>13070087
Coke was on the other side of Alex, shivering like the room was the North Pole. It wasn't hard to realize how the man got his name. He took so many drugs that he seemed strung up, whatever the time was. The fucked up thing is that Alex never actually saw Coke take anything stronger than damn pot brownie. It was as if Coke's body got so used to all the shit that it was being fed that one day it just said "Fuck It" and found a way to make drugs from its own fucking cells.
Alex went to open his mouth to ask how long they have been awake when his jaw painfully reminded him that it was recently smashed into submission. Alex lurched forward in a voiceless scream and instinctively clasped his mouth. Instead of feeling his pale warm lips, his fingers brushed against the doctors mask. Slowly, he began to pull the mask away, seeing a puddle of blood inside of it.
"Well what the fuck to do now?" was the only thing that could mull over in his head as he looked at the door ahead of him.

>>13069774
"Jack?"

He turned, slowly, his silvered skin reflecting the expanse around him. His suit was clean, impeccably well-fit, and twelve hundred years out of date. It was the fashion of the age of his birth. A unique quirk, but they all had them.

"Miranda," he answered, voice like liquid metal pooling on warm pavement. The girl shimmered in front of him, radiating background microwaves from some forgotten corner of the All.

"A task," she said, blinking radio and x-ray, "Earth again."

Jack sighed, setting the box on a desk which had only then appeared. His game would wait for another time. "I do so love Earth," he remarked, suddenly downshifting through timelines like a runaway semi, "So small, but so complex. So chaotic. One long war that looks like a planet."

Miranda looked him over, pressing against his reflective soul with gamma rays. He changed, acquired flesh, kept the suit. They were in a cafe now. She was a hot spark in an atom, invisible. There was a fresh cup of coffee in front of her. Jack drank his, savoring the bitter taste.

"So what calls me here today?" Jack asked, speaking into his palm.

"A man," Miranda said, "And a woman. Potential. They will solve an equation. Humans will begin to travel elsewhere. Our elsewhere."

Jack signaled the waitress, ordering an omelet and toast. His expression did not change. "I don't like to kill," he said eventually.

"Then don't," Miranda radiated, "The methods are up to you. Just be. It will work out."

She was gone, a momentary ray of ultraviolet marking her upward path. Jack sat for a while, lost in thought. Humans, was it? How troublesome.

By the time he'd made his decision, it was lunchtime. The planet did not yet know what he would do, but it would see the effects, in time. They would be spectacular, he was sure. Absolutely spectacular.

>>13069331
DURR HURR DERE IS NO BOOK

>>13070104

Nicely done.

>>13070184
Thank you.

>>13069253
>>13070151

Considering these things have their own advanced culture and aren't insects, I'm going to assume you're drawing the wrong conclusions.

Sex! Drama! Murder!

>>13070248
THE BUGS HAD ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY AND SPACESHIPS, AND LOOKED A LOT LIKE ARACHNIDS, BUT WERE NOT.

>>13070311

Then you're still wrong, because they don't look based off of arachnids at all. If anything, they're sort of like mollusks.

Anyway, I'm not going to keep arguing about it here in what is otherwise a stellar thread.

>>13070260
Wow I don't have any fiction for that, but one of my players is a red headed half elf female who's bisexual and promiscuous. I'll have to remember this picture as an encounter.
Thanks!

>>13070359
They look kinda like how I envisioned them. They were called the pseudo-arachnids because they only looked a little like arachnids.
Fucking philistines, I swear.

>>13070361
That doesn't at all sound like some creepy fuck's fap fantasy.

>>13070361
>>13070260

It reminds me of all those relationships in movies where one woman is an actual lesbian and the other one is just "going through a phase" and moves on to a man, leaving the lesbian alone.

Only in this case the lesbian is a giant fae with a poison dagger.

>>13070410
Eh well in real life the player is a brown haired human female who's lesbian and monogamous, so I'm okay with the character. The bisexuality impressed me. Also a couple session ago she convinced a drunk dwarf to cuddle with her. I am often confus.

WELCOME TO CUSTOMER SERVICE, HOW MAY I HELP YOU TODAY?

>>13070460
Ah well that's not bad, but it reminds me of assassins. The party's made quite a few enemies over the two months they've been together, and are about to make more.

>>13070492

YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR SOUL NEEDS CONSUMING. WOULD YOU LIKE SOME HELP WITH THAT?

If someone can seriously write a short story out of this image, I will be amazed.

>>13070470
Reverse the genders.
The point stands.

>>13070492
IM SORRY BUT THE MANAGER IS CURRENTLY BURNING A CUSTOMER IN HELLFIRE FOR ALL ETERNITY. WHILE YOU WAIT, WOULD YOU LIKE A COMPLIMENTARY SKIN FLAYING?

>>13070593
Alright well let's see, if the player was actually a brown haired human male who's gay and monogamous... I think I'd still be okay with the character.

>>13070698
I meant, that doesn't sound at all like some creepy fuck's schlick fantasy.

>>13070728
Well I could certainly see how you would think that, given that I mentioned the promiscuity and little else about the character in my post, but don't worry, the character is a lot less annoying than that.

>>13070592

here ya go bra:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X842v6o7YY0

Hardmode

>>13070819
Good.

>>13070863

"Well sure, officer, it's a tragedy that the truck crashed, but at least UPS was able to deliver the wedding gift I plan to give to my best friend and his new bride. the wedding's in four hours, and I was terrified it wouldn't arrive in time at all."

Keeping this alive while I enjoy the shit out of this thread.

Lets see... bump.

I'll give it a shot.

>>13070592
She went to the convenience store to buy some cookies. Her boyfriend loved them, and she had a bit of a sweet tooth herself, so that worked out nicely. On her way to the checkout, she passed a greeting card stand. The cards said GREETINGS FROM SUNNY MABASE and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HERO and YOU'RE 40 YEARS YO UNG.

The one that caught her eye, though, showed a nervous-looking cartoon boy holding out a single flower to someone outside of the picture. LOVE IS BLIND, said this side. She turned the card over and read the back. The flower had been accepted by a girl with a vast overbite, ratlike teeth and glasses like the bottom of a beer bottle.

REALLY, REALLY BLIND, this side said.

She rather liked that. The genders were off, sure, but that was just details. It was the thought that counted, didn't it?

>>13070053

The statues....somethings off about them. Its like they are looking for something...or waiting. But its not me. This hall is vast and there is nothing here except me and these statues, but every so often I think I see something behind me out of the corner of my eye but when I turn around there is nothing.

Those crows sound like they are laughing.

>>13073622
She unlocked the door into their apartment and stepped into the first of their two rooms, which was the kitchen as well as the dinning room.

“I'm home, dear,” she said, but he did not answer. Since he was not in the kitchen, there was really only one other place he could be. In the bedroom, watching the TV, which was not precisely so small you could call it a pocket model but got pretty close.

She was unpacking the tea and the cookies when she heard a door creak open behind her. She didn't turn. So, he'd finally come out, had he? The card was lying on the kitchen counter. She wondered if he'd notice.

There was a low, slobbering noise, like a whale trying to speak with through a mouthful of plankton. She turned around.

The first impression was that of a massive overgrown slug. It was raised half upright, and the bottom was covered with fleshy pink legs, like boneless fingers. Several smaller mouths flanked a single large aperture that began somewhere halfway down its belly and proceeded upward to the head. Mandibles and manipulatory tentacles were thick around this primary mouth, pink and purple and swollen with veins. from the center of a pock-marked stared a single massive, yellow eye that grew orange toward the edges. Along its back grew a bony ridge like scattered teeth.

>>13073651

It moved toward her ponderously, taking great care to balance a massive, heavy body on its multitude of pink feelers. It extended the longest pair of mandibles, wrapped them around her waist and pulled her towards it. The yellow-orange eye stared without blinking. A blue-veined tentacle seized her left arm.

“I bought you a card,”

The monster looked inquisitive.

“You forgot!” She accused.

The yellow eye widened in realization. Another deep, oceanic rumble came from deep within the creature. Then it gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Well,” Harumi said, “You had better make it up to me then. Take me out dancing.”

The monster swept her off her feet. Love is blind.

>>13068654

I'm not a good man, and that's about as kindly as I can put it. That's why when I found myself staring at the girl playing the guitar across the street from the hotel, I found things to do. I cleaned my knives, venerated the relics, blessed some of my consumable tools. An old man walked past, daring to look at her as few of the others who passed by did. I fell to scourging myself. She'll pack up and leave, I thought as the tiny metal teeth bit into my skin, she's probably just a kid playing for fun, I bet she's got a nice home with a nice family waiting for her. Better not to get involved.

Through the binoculars I could see that she hadn't bathed recently. There were scars, wounds, hidden beneath her clothes but revealed to me. Her face, though cheerful, seemed drawn. The muffled ding of the bell hidden in my backpack signaled midnight. She packed her guitar, and stole over to the alley next to the hotel.

I'm not a good man. I'm not trustworthy. Better she be left to God than me. But there was no more busywork. No more flesh to rend.

I walked to the stairs.

+++++
Last night I dreamt of the tower again. I stood on its pinnacle and I felt the wind on my face. I watched the darkness spreading as the storm rose. My face was turned to the oncoming storm and I could not look away. The world shook and the stars were lost as the lightning struck. I saw in that flash that the world was turned into a pale thing over which clammy shapes crawled, their eyes lidless and black, but they cried out with the voices I knew.

The world grew darker with every peal of thunder. As always, I first saw him in the distance- a far away silhouette of a man unmoving, cut out of the sky, made bright by the lightning flash. The thunderclaps came faster, like measured and monstrous steps, and with every flash of lightning the still man was nearer. With the pace of a beating heart he drew closer and I could see his eyes. They were dark and filled with stars stolen from the sky.

Each night I wake later and he is nearer to me then when I woke on the previous night.

Last night he advanced to the foot of the tower.

+++++

I didn't write it.

>>13070698
The day Sammie learned to photoshop, her life changed forever.

She set up a blog in which she described her daily life. She talked about her fears and her hopes. Her stories weren't the earth-shattering kind - but if they had been, they probably wouldn't have been so instantly recognizable to everyone who read them.

They were the stories of everyday men and women living everyday lives, and they spoke to her readership like none before.

With every story, she included a picture of herself, somewhere in the real world, doing real, ordinary things.

Heavily photoshopped, of course. None of her readers could ever know she was a corgi.

?

>>13068976

Her copy of "Herbs of the North Vivaldeans" closed with a satisfying slap. Granny (the old witch wouldn't tell her real name to save her life) was taking her out into the hills tomorrow and so she'd tried to review, but she knew that once she was out there she would be like a baby no matter her efforts.

The villagers were asleep. The ravens wanted to sleep. Their bird faces were probably inscrutable to the average mortal, but she could see their eyes droop, almost hear their whines and moans. They could sleep without her, but always they waited for her, and she did not wish to sleep yet.

She made the proper sign, instantly extinguishing the lamp's flame, and looked out over the sleeping village. It'd all be hers, some day, her post, her flock. Well, gone were the days of witch-kings but this was one of the few villages that still kept an honored post for one of sufficient magical prowess. Most had turned to the churches, and even here witches did not rule; mortals did. But the churches stayed out and the Enlightened were not paid heed and that was enough.

The warm red roofs shone dully, the moon above at its ripest. She commanded the lamp to life, and strode down the tower steps, to her room, to bed, to passage to the morning.

>>13073799
A lot of dreams go to die in the old city. Old dreams and nightmares too. But sometimes we find that it is just too soon to let one go.

It takes a special man to walk among the nightmares and the dreams, the never-made and the almost-feared. A special fool is more like it.

This was going to be the last job, the last search down in the bones and misty streets of the old city. Of course, that's what I always tell myself, until the money gets just a little better, or until I hear just the right sob story.

This will be the last job, just let me get out one more time.

>>13074245
The filthy, pathetic xeno approached the heroic Guardsman, surrounded by dead from the foul treachery of the disgusting weaklings and clutching onto his regimental flag, emblazoned with an aquila. The horrible thing opened its craw. A great stench, and repugnant lies wafted towards him.
"FOR THE EMPEROR!" he screamed as he pulled the pins of his belts of grenades, heroically martyring himself for the Emperor and breaking the back of the xeno invasion forever.

HE PAID HIS ETERNAL DEBT. HAVE YOU?!
SERVICE GUARANTEES A PLACE AT THE EMPEROR'S SIDE! WOULD YOU LIKE TO KNOW MORE?

>>13074269
>>13074269

He had slain Orks, green fanged brutes who came at him in a neverending swarm, had slain Dark Eldar, sick perverse monsters, even by the standards of most foul xenos, had slain psykers before, even as they writhed and twisted into shapes and sizes that simply did not make sense to his mind.

But this thing, this daemon, this faceless abomination came at him in its ponderous, deliberate pace, with sword leaking blood, and for the first time in his life, the Space Marine knew fear.

>>13074420

"Are you done yet?"
Her mouth didn't move. Straight from the speakers then.
"A little longer."
"You said that exactly 24 minutes and 49 seconds ago."
Had he? He looked at his watch.
"Well this time I mean it."
She made no comment but her silences were as always laden with imagined reproach.
He scratched away at his pad, fixing the image of her as firmly in his mind as he did on the paper.
"Where are the ads going up?"
He set down gently the lines of the screwdriver abandoned to the ground. "Sub stations. Buses. Things like that. I think we're getting a slot on one of the Times Square monitors. You're going to be famous."
"Oh." Her speakers fell silent for a moment. "You think it'll help?"
His pencil stopped moving. He looked down at her, her removed arm off to one side, her head hanging low, the plastic hair covering her plastic face.
"I hope so."
He was done. He set the pad to one side, stood, stretched, walked over to the solitary lamp beating down on her.
"You can put your arm back on," he said, and killed the lamp.

>>13074551
this is just.. i dunno.. sad.
a fitting match.

Bumping an awesome thread.