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Post by Fire Griffin on Sept 27, 2004 18:57:04 GMT -5
REVIVED. REBUILT, somewhat. NEW SYSTEM IN ORDER.
Hopefully, this one is better suited to accommodating people shifts. Newbies are very welcome here; we/I hope you stick around long enough to become regulars. <3
Oh yeah. And I can add to this message as I prease.
-FGThe banner has been decided, by an overwhelming majority of ONE SUBMISSION, so please thank Pharoahman for his time! He has won in a one-man contest! Party, um, on!Now back to our regular intro post: I've seen these on Live Journal communities. Seeing that we have some fanfiction writers here, I believe this topic should spark some interest. Now then, first off, you must be wondering what a drabble is. A drabble is a short snippet of writing, my preference being 300 words or less but it is not required – developed out drabbles are very welcome here too, based off a theme or a word. For example, let's say that that theme was "sickness." You can interpret that word for a Legends snippet in any way, fashion, shape you like in writing, as long as it ties into the sickness theme somehow. They're quite fun and don't take long to write. Some quick rules: - This is obviously for LEGENDS FICTION ONLY. No other Megaman series may be used, unless in a crossover. I doubt you can pull that logically off in such a short time so let's avoid dragging in the X series and stuff, okay? You can try, if you insist.
- Put some effort into this! Script and story fiction are both okay here, I suppose. People have their preferences although I personally would like to see more story-type fics.
- PROOFREAD. I'll be happy to edit your drabble and weed out some grammar booboos. Don't be afraid to PM me if you want a writing mechanics editor.
- Before you post your drabble, please fill out this form about it beforehand:
Title: (Feel free to title this - if you lack one, just put "Untitled." Obviously.) Subject: (The theme chosen goes here.) Wordcount: (You are allowed 300 words, more or less. Watch me repeat this.) Pairing (if applicable): (Any couples? Megaman/Roll? Megaman/Tron? Teisel/his couch?) Rating: (I don't mind R-rated stories and cursing and the like but fab probably does. Use your better judgement.) Notes: (Anything additional you would like to say?)
That's about it. Now, this is how this is going to work here: - Themes (can be anything, literally ANYTHING... appropriate.) will be picked out at random by me. If you have a theme suggestion, just PM (not e-mail!) me it (the subject should be "Legends Drabble Theme") and I will take it into consideration. Otherwise, I am going to be the theme chooser from now on since the drabble name list did not work out all that great.
- Drabble theme sessions last until I feel there are enough stories posted to it You can expect a rough idea of about two weeks. I’m going to be very liberal about time limits since this topic is going through a slow revival. Since I am being weird in the subject title now due to the erratic drabble theme nutss, I will make sure to change the subject everytime the theme changes. =X If you were a board regular, checking the Fan Section shouldn't be too hard.
- I am laxing the limit; 300 words is the rough idea but not mandatory. You may write less than this but please try to avoid writing more, even though I seem to break this regularly.
- You may submit as many drabbles as you wish. The more, the better. Just edit your post and add on another drabble until the 10,000 character limit complains.
- Anyone can join. This is a chance to hone your skills, practice and warm up before you attempt a major fic. Remember that 90% of drabbles lack a plot. These are only snippets!
- Like all writers, you are subject to constructive criticism! No one is a Shakesphere or Poe or Twain or Dickens overnight, we are all quite aware of that, but some of us wish to set you on the right writing path from what we've learned as writers. Please do not take anything we say in the name of improvement or otherwise personally! However, people flaming or/and being a dumbass in general for no real reason will be dealt with accordingly.
- “Late” drabbles are accepted, just indicate that in the theme on the form above. Off-topic ones are as well but please stick to the theme or that ruins the purpose and fun of thinking on the fly.
Now, our current, and NEW, theme: Foot Race
Ready, set, write!
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Post by Fire Griffin on Sept 27, 2004 19:02:01 GMT -5
Previous Drabbles (Finally. Updated.) (These are not linked individually. The links will lead to the first drabble and from there, you scroll down and pick out whatcha' want to read. =3) Stripe BurgerLunch Hour - Fire Griffin Hunger is Never Trivial - Aaron D. Enter The Mail ClerkMail Clerk vs Zombie! - BlueRobotGirl Love is in the Air, When You Pay Full Fare - BM 1-3 I Hate Mondays - Aaron D. Have a Nice Day - Fire Griffin Turning Into a MonsterWhinge Whinge - Fire Griffin Never kiss a girl you don't know in Crimeopolis - BM1-3 (Check the theme for a snicker. ) Megaman in LoveUntitled - BlueRobotGirl A Lover of Knowledge - BM1-3 Tron and Roll Learn Something About Megaman - Justin Megaman's Journal - Pharoahman MegaMan in Love - Aaron D. Just a Test - Fire Griffin Night - Fire Griffin PPPPBBBBBBT! - Fire Griffin A Day in the Life of #40#40's Revenge - Justin It is Entirely Fashion Able to... - BM 1-3 Pink, Red, and Dead - GustaffGlyde The Day Tron Wasn't So Mean - not my name Wonderbra - Fire Griffin All About IraThe Kobun Compadres - GustaffGlyde The Kobun Compadres: Part 2 - GustaffGlyde Untitled - BlueRobotGirl Fillthy Little Buggers - Aaron D. Ira's Fantasy - Pharoahman Lasair Raicho - GustaffGlyde Hope is like a Summer Bird - BM 1-3 Tron vs. RollTron and Roll: An Enigma Wrapped in a Mystery - BM1-3 This is Not the Way to Solve Problems - CrazyNutso Dogs - Fire Griffin Some Hot Action! - Aaron D. Love Potion #40 - Pharoahman The Great Christmas Grabbag of ThemesBaddest Santa - CrazyNutso Christmas on the Sulfur Bottom - BM 1-3 It's a Fabulous Life - Aaron D. Naughty Little Girls Don't Get Any Toys - Aaron D. Why Do They Call It That? - Aaron D. Charity - Fire Griffin 71st Century Schizoid Man - Fire Griffin <Favorite Character>'s Day OffFree for a Day - BM 1-3 Know When To Walk Away, Know When To Run - CrazyNutso I'm Free! - Pharoahman Attack of the Arrows - Blue Robot Girl Everyone's Worst Nightmare - Feldinaut Surprise! - Fire Griffin Forbidden TreasureWhile Roll was Sleeping... er... watching that new pointless TV series... - BM 1-3 That Hurts! - Aaron D. Surprise! - Fire Griffin Untitled - CrazyNutso Really Thrifty There - Fire Griffin ThingsDreams - CrazyNutso Things What They Are... - Aaron D. Perfect Imitation - Fire Griffin Lunch Break - CrazyNutso The Parting - terrachronicle MegaMan and RollYour Move - Aaron D. Dreams - CrazyNutso (a different one)Thinking - BM 1-3 The Dustbunnies are RestlessWhen good Dustbunnies go Bad - BM 1-3 Death by Dustbunnies - Feldinaut Practical Joke - CrazyNutso Free the People - Aaron D. MegaMan's DefeatMegaman - BM 1-3 RebirthPersist - The Keet Time Flows Again - fab Her Muse - Feldinaut Second Chance at Failure - PharaohMan There. That's everything, totalling up the mess to: Over 50 Drabbles! We facking rock, man! When I get around to it *oops*, I'll add the "dead" period drabbles. Yes, out of necessity for proper organization, this triple post IS authorized - fab
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Post by Fire Griffin on Sept 27, 2004 19:05:47 GMT -5
Finally, here's my drabble:
Fandom: Megaman Legends Title: Lunch Hour Subject: Stripe Burger Wordcount: Exactly 300, believe it or not! Pairing (if applicable): None Rating: PG, one mention of "damn" Notes: Nothing too special. Just one moment in the life of working in the fast food industry with the servbots.
"Where's my order?" The sharp, hollow sound of a tightly balled fist slamming down on a countertop mangled the impatient words.
"W-we're having problems, s-sir," the robotic cashier, Number Eighteen, stuttered. It was hard trying to look up into the customer's angry, red face as he could hardly see past the ledge of the counter. The stool was for the cash register only, even though the idea of that serving as a barrier between him and the man sounded as good as an idea as any.
The man furiously jabbed his finger towards his watch. "Hurry it up! I have to be back at work at one! If I go back there late, I'm never coming here again! I'll sue!"
"But Sue is a girl's name," mumbled Number Eighteen, oblivious to the swarm of people, each just as disgruntled as the man, swelling around the counter. "Number Twelve, I think we should open another register. Hey, Number Twelve?"
Number Twelve was fast asleep under the counter.
"Order Three-Twenty-Eight!" chimed Number Twenty-Six, bursting in from the kitchen with a tray full of bags. “Your food is ready!”
Number Eighteen rescued the tray from the other servbot as he expectantly tripped and fell on his face. The tray was passed to the grouchy man, who left with a huff and an “about damn time!”
Before Twenty-Six could pick himself up off the floor, the man had shouldered his way through the mob and was back again. And madder than ever at that.
“You gave me nothing but wrappers and boxes!” he roared.
“But, but,” the cashier whimpered, on the verge of tears. He glanced towards Number Twenty-Six. He shrugged.
Meanwhile in the kitchen, Number Three, who was in charge of packaging the food, belched. It was only one little bite, or two.
((EDIT: Minor booboo fixed... After TWO FRIGGIN' WEEKS LATER.))
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Post by aarond on Sept 27, 2004 22:23:28 GMT -5
Hope I do this properly:
Fandom: ...yeah Title: Hunger is Never Trivial Subject: Stripe Burger Wordcount: 299 (according to Lotus WordPro) Pairing (if applicable): Yai/Hamburgers Rating: G as in G-string (that was a tad confusing) Notes: Mis pantalones son en fuego!
"I'm hungry," Yai whined. "I wanna hamburger."
The Mayor groaned. "Yai, you know there're no hamburger stands on Pokte Island. Where are we supposed to go?"
The petulant ten-year-old stomped her foot on the hardwood floor. "There's a hamburger place on Kattleox. Let's go there."
"That's almost halfway around the world," protested the mayor.
Yai pouted. "I don't care! I sick of eating rice and drinking tea! That MegaMan guy's here, let's go steal his skyship!"
So they did. The Mayor, who had spent three years in the Pokte Air Force prior to running for office, piloted the Flutter towards Kattleox, which, truth be told, took about thirteen hours to reach. The two subsisted off leftover frozen pizzas discovered in the Flutter's kitchen.
"Even this is better than our boring food," said Yai, licking her fingers.
Finally, they reached Kattleox Island. The island looked to be in good shape, considering it was supposed to have endured its one-hundred-year calamity about two years ago. Yai and the Mayor walked through the gates, finding Yai's mythical hamburger stand, er, standing, for lack of a better word, just west of the city entrance.
"Hello," said a cheerful-looking blue-and-yellow boy who was working the register. "What would you like today?"
The Mayor inspected the menu. "One Number One, a Number Sixteen, and an order of Feldynaught Fries."
"All right!" The kid called the order into the back. "That'll be 756 zenny, please."
The Mayor and Yai looked at each other. Looking back at the cashier, the Mayor suggested, "Okay. If you can answer this question, I'll pay for our food: What year was Billy Joel's first album released?"
The pavement impacted hard with their backsides as they were forcibly removed from the premises.
"I still wanna hamburger," Yai complained.
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Post by Fire Griffin on Oct 16, 2004 20:24:36 GMT -5
BUMPING this post. Deleted the previous one. Here's what it said:
Yes, sir! You did it perfectly! *GOLF CLAP!*
Good ol' Aaron fic humor I've come to expect from ya'. =D
Will edit a drabble here when I'm feeling more creative. Being sick is not that great.
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Post by bluerobotgirl on Oct 16, 2004 23:27:15 GMT -5
Fandom: Legends! Title: Mail Clerk vs Zombie! Subject: Enter the Mail Clerk Wordcount: 136 Pairing (if applicable): none Rating: g Notes: ummm... yeah... ^^;
And so, without any further warning whatsoever, she appeared. She was green, smelly, and undead. Yes, it was in fact Shu's zombie!
Everyone in town fled in terror, except for the people who did a horror-movie style "scream, run, trip, and get eaten". Megaman tried to defeat Shu's zombie, but -horror of horrors- he failed and was eaten, too.
Out of nowhere, a lowly mail clerk stepped up to defend his post office. He pulled a long string of postage stamps out of his pocket, and stapled each end to a very heavy package. Using these common mailroom materials, he was able to defeat the zombie, and bring peace to his island.
Soon after, the game "Megaman Legends" was re-dedicated and named "Enter the Mail Clerk". Their new slogan became:
"FIGHT, MAIL CLERK! FOR EVERLASTING PEACE!"#nosmileys
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Post by Bureaucratic Model 1-3 on Oct 17, 2004 0:22:57 GMT -5
Fandom: Guess Title: Love is in the air, when you pay full fare. Subject: Enter the Mail Clerk Word count: ummm... Pairing (if applicable): I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, thank you very much! Rating: Guess Notes: Okay, I didn't read the rules all the way through so give me a break... Picture yourself on a lonely parking lot late at night. It's been a long day at work and you just want to go home, when suddenly you realize... SOMEBODY STOLE YOUR CAR! OH-NO! You don't know what to do so you start crying. ENTER THE MAIL CLERK! In a swish of blue and... off-blue, a mail clerk appears. 'What seems to be the problem here?' 'My c-car... !' 'Don't worry; we'll get your car, and the thieves. As a matter a fact with our global GPS and surveillance system we already know where they are.' 'We? Surveillance… system...?' 'No time to talk!' he shouts, grabbing your hand and jumping over a nearby wall. Unfortunately you aren't as good at jumping as him and while he clears without even trying, you get a face full of mesh. 'Oh sorry, not everybody works for the US postal system I guess.' He jumps back over and tosses you over and before you know it (regrettably ) you find yourself outside of a crack house in a bad neighborhood. Looking around you foolishly say 'I'd rather have the insurance Mr. Mailman...' 'Don't be foolish, now you cover me I'm going in!' and he bounds through the door, kicking it down in the process. Inside somebody shouts 'oh **** its the U.S. Mail!' and gunshots are heard. Then the mailman retaliates, 'Love letter attack!' Following several grunts some jerk randomly comments, 'love is in the air with full postage.' 'That's my line' the mail clerk shouts 'and it's, love is in the air when you pay full fare!' More grunts follow while you stand out in the cold waiting for something else to happen. Once again the mailman is silhouetted by the full moon, the harvest moon, and wonder of wonder's he's carrying your car over his head like a paper mache model, and putting it in front of you says 'Is there anything else I can do for you?' 'Ummm...' nothing comes to mind... except. 'you wouldn't happen to have five dollars worth of stamps on you, cause I have the cash...' 'Have no fear, U.S. mail is here!' he says pulling out seven dollars worth of stamps and refusing the money. You gasp at his chivalry suddenly waking up, having fallen asleep at the ridiculously long line at the post office again. You stand up and shout '**** it' ignoring the stares and, taking a few deep breaths, sit back down and twiddle your thumbs as you wait your turn.
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Post by aarond on Oct 24, 2004 20:54:21 GMT -5
Fandom: ...like you don't know Title: I Hate Mondays Subject: Enter the Mail Clerk Wordcount: 300 (according to Lotus WordPro) Pairing (if applicable): Sorry, not this time Rating: PG Notes: Chiefs 56, Falcons 10! They're gonna run the table, baby!!!
"I hate Mondays," MegaMan Davis, the Yosyonke mail clerk said as he sorted the day's letters, one by one, into their proper receptacles. It wasn't enough that his parents had to give him what was probably the stupidest name in the history of the planet, but he also had to deal with the daily monotony of this unimportant government job.
"Um...excuse me?" piped a inquisitive, high-pitched voice from below him. "I'd like to mail this letter." A small envelope slipped onto the mail counter.
"Whatever," MegaMan Davis said, checking that it had the proper postage. Without even glancing at the name on the letter, he slipped the envelope into the proper box.
"Miss Tron will be so surprised!" tittered another voice from under the counter. Giggling furiously, three blue-and-yellow clad kids ran out the post office front door.
MegaMan Davis grunted. Those three were probably playing some trick on whoever Tron was. Just like the other Yosyonke kids had always done when MegaMan Davis was little. They'd pulled his hair, thrown snowballs at him, and one time, they'd punched him in the stomach until he began barfing. So it was no wonder that MegaMan Davis felt perfectly justified in hating his name. And in hating Mondays, the day upon which he'd received the worst of the taunts and beatings.
A older boy clad in blue Digger's armor, probably in his mid-teens, strolled in through the double doors, whistling pleasantly. "I love Mondays, don't you?" he asked cheerfully.
MegaMan Davis stared witheringly at the newcomer.
"Do you have any mail for MegaMan?" the boy asked obliviously.
Growling, MegaMan Davis the mail clerk started throwing heavy packages at the boy. "That's not funny! Get the hell out of my post office!"
The boy blocked the projectiles with his armored arm and fled.
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Post by Fire Griffin on Oct 24, 2004 22:26:45 GMT -5
Fandom: OH REALLY?! Title: Have a Nice Day Subject: Enter the Mail Clerk Wordcount: 310, but I win. Pairing (if applicable): JUSTICE! Rating: J FOR JUSTICE! (PG and stupid.) Notes: This is towards someone I know. Only a select few might know who this individual this is directed to is.
The old, crabby Yosyonke mail clerk shuffled away, trying to sort out his letters the best he could. It was hard, considering that some of these young whippersnappers wrote like drugged-up hens. He hated his shift, really. Not to mention the weather; he hated the cold too. Today's weather had been particularly rough, the winds picking up and the snow pouring down.
Just then, the door to the post office swung open. Wide open. Enough for the withered, old clerk to feel the chilly air rush around him and blow all of his sorted and unsorted mail all over the place. Damn him.
"I've come for your doom," the figure in the doorway breathed, looking as ominous as he could be with his long coat whipping about in the wind.
"Fine, whatever. Just shut the damn door, you little snot." The clerk was scrambling about, trying to pick up the letters now scattered here and there. His bitterness was not misplaced.
The figure walked over to the desk, his heavy boots clunking on the floor, his gait slow and screaming of gothic impending bloody-death-and-doom.
The clerk was not daunted. "May I help you?"
"Yes," the figure continued to breathe, obscured in shadows for some reason despite the blindingly bright, new fluorescent lighting. He raised a long sword from out of nowhere, aiming it at the clerk's throat.
The clerk snorted and with great skill, threw an envelope with such precision and accuracy that only a master of his caliber could rival right into the mysterious stranger's forehead, killing him instantly. His body made a nice thump as it hit the floor, still obscured in shadows.
"My shift's done," he grumped, finishing his task with gathering up the misplaced letters and leaving them on the desk for some other guy on the next shift. "Good thing that was only junk mail."
Another:
Fandom: Megaman Legends (Fine, I'll write it this time.) Title: Whinge, Whinge Subject: Turning into a Monster (*lets out obligatory "RAR!"*) Wordcount: 947. Three times over and then some. Holy CRAP I wrote too much. I'm sorry - I overdeveloped this one. ._. *EXPLODES* Pairing (if applicable): None, maybe hinted Data and his Cactus? Rating: PG, for a nasty derrogatory female-based remark or two. Notes: Miss Tron is a bitc- AHHH!
The gang had retired for the night in the Flutter after another day of unsuccessfully trying to build a rocket that would hopefully travel far enough to get Megaman down from wherever he was. The night was cool but the inside of the tiny airship was hot and stuffy like a sauna, everyone scrambling for a place to sleep, more or less move around. The couches were filled, Megaman's bedroom taken over by several servbots and poor Data (who was also fending for his cactus), and those that could not nab even a spot on the floor were forced to camp outside. To make things more chaotic was the long, heated debate regarding the at-first innocent suggestion of Roll and Tron sleeping in the same room, her bedroom no doubt.
It was not a terrible suggestion, both Barrell and Teisel figured. They were both girls, right?
"You better not kick me," Tron snorted with her arms crossed, sitting on one corner of the bed in a long nightshirt. "And this bed is hard. How do you guys sleep in these things? And when was the last time you changed these sheets? From here, they stink."
Roll, who was sitting on the other corner brushing her hair, snorted indignantly, wondering how Teisel was able to tolerate this upper-class pirate brat. "Just deal with it! You can camp outside if you don't like it!"
"With the bugs and worms and snakes and diseases?" Tron wrinkled her nose. "Ew! What do I look like, some kind of filthy animal?"
The other girl rolled her eyes; she was impossible! It was not her fault that she did not grow up pampered and spoiled.
Sigh.
Setting down her brush and roughly combing her fingers through her soft, blond hair, she hotly stormed over to her desk to write in her diary. Tron watched, silent for once. She looked uncomfortable.
"Roll," she finally said, her voice soft.
"What now, Tron? You think there're rocks in my bed too?"
"No. Do you have a calendar?" There was a strange, husky edge to her voice now, like she had been gargling with razor blades.
Roll rose an eyebrow, finding the request a bit odd. "There's one on the wall. Are you okay? You don't sound right."
The pirate made an attempt to clear her voice, slowly getting up and checking the date. She was pale. Very pale. "Uh, Roll. I have something I'd like to tell you. I don't have very long but..."
Roll turned around from today's entry, hardly done with grousing about how Tron was a pain and engine schematics. From her chair, she noticed that Tron now looked very bad, her eyes looking almost glazed over and, well, there was something else there. She could not describe it.
"You know why we really dig?" Tron coughed, leaning against the wall.
Roll blinked. She clung to her chair as she leaned into to listen. Something told her not to rush to her aid, to keep away. "I guess it's not just for riches, huh? Are you catching something?"
"I already have something," she growled, almost sounding like a dog. "And we're hoping that someday, somewhere we'll find something thaaaah... Ahhh..."
Tron lost her hold on the wall, her hand sliding against it as she collapsed to her knees. She dry heaved, Roll finally throwing aside her naggings and kneeling at her side, placing a hand on her back. What scared her even more was the fact that even with one hand, she could feel that her back was twisted and dislocated. Broken, maybe. But Tron seemed fine earlier! How...?
"Tron...?"
The girl shuddered, sweating and shaking and even drooling (which made Roll's long suppressed morbid side in the dark reaches of her mind snicker). Going over their conversation to hopefully find out the crux of this urgent problem, Roll peered up at the calendar. What was today again? Ah, there we go. She saw nothing special that day. Tomorrow had the full moon marked out and-
Roll almost laughed at the irony of this. Tron could not possibly be a... There was no possible way! They did not exist, did they? And tomorrow was the full moon, not today! Why was she...?
Of course. The full moon really lasted three days, the "true" full moon being only the second night, and Tron was not enjoying this fact one bit. Her fingers curled back into her hands at a painful angle to form little paws, her face lengthened into a large muzzle, a decent-sized, bald tail snaked out her backend and fell between her legs before furring out; Roll could only watch with wide eyes and back away. Her now-friendly rival was turning into a wolf right in front of her.
Then, finally, it was done.
Poor Tron flopped over, tangled in her oversized shirt-gone-tent, and did not move, those somber, humiliated green eyes looking pathetically up at Roll. Somewhat relieved that she was still in there, Roll quietly approached the slim timberwolf with caution (she was expecting a vicious, hairy-faced version of her, really). She had to admit, despite her conflicting bittersweet revenge for her acting like such a mean, oh, mean bitch and horror: she was pretty. Her stomach, legs and lower portion of her face were a nice creamy color and her back was a grizzled cinnamon.
"Are you okay?" Roll asked, knowing the question was a stupid one.
Tron groaned and flicked her ear, remaining on her side. Okay, so it was out and not just between Teisel, Bon and her anymore. Just wait until she found out that she was going to be stuck like this for almost three whole days.
Needless to say, Roll and Tron got along nicely with each other afterwards. Much better than even Data and his cactus perhaps. Blackmail worked wonders.
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Post by aarond on Oct 26, 2004 22:16:52 GMT -5
That was cool, but yes, quite a bit long, weren't it, then?
Ummm, is that our new topic for the next coming fortnight?
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Post by Fire Griffin on Oct 26, 2004 23:45:35 GMT -5
Thanku and yes, I know it's so long. *SOB!* Being a sucker for these kinds of stories, I find it hard to keep them short. *dies*
Anyways, yes, this is our new topic. Knock yerself out, sir. =3
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Post by JMC47 on Oct 27, 2004 19:21:58 GMT -5
I really enjoyed that story. Now I know why your wolf avitar has the bonne earing on its ear. I think you should increase the word limit because I found that story much more interesting than the 300 word ones.
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Post by Bureaucratic Model 1-3 on Oct 27, 2004 23:21:34 GMT -5
Fandom: Megaman Legends (P.S. my last one was Title: Never kiss a girl you don't know in Crimeopolis. Subject: Turning into a Mobster Wordcount: 299, Eat THAT! Pairing (if applicable): Teasel and Matilda Rating: This feature is not yet rated Notes: Teasel and Matilda sitting in a tree, Kay-Eye-Elle-Elle-Eye-En-Gee! P.S. If this disappears later in favor of something more appealing then… can you blame me?
It was a dark and stormy night on the streets of the Crimeopolis, and a hundred little Tommy Knockers with Tommy guns and little hats on their big yellow heads were causing havoc to beat the band. While little bow peep, the one they called Miss Tron, and her flock of hoodlums painted the town red, a big city wolf like Teasel could get in a lot of trouble. He was leaning on the side of the Chrysler building flipping a coin and catching it in his hot little hand waiting for the catch of the day to come strolling by. Of course with all the merchandise going down tonight it wasn't exactly a quiet day on the Susquehanna River. That didn't matter; he was too cool for those shoes anyway.
Until she came walkin' by… She had long blond hair and an even longer dress. He liked 'em both short but the pickin's were slim so he made an exception. He whistled. She stopped. One little glance, and she kept walkin'. So he picked up and made for the chase. A Hollywood wolf, is a wolf of a wolf but a New York wolf is a dog. The rest of the world has its pets and its bets but nothing like the high noon fog. The two stopped and looked at the burning buildings only to realize I'm out of words, this story is going nowhere, and, in loving memory of the old classics, Teasel grabs her placing one right on her lips, and she turns into a wolf and nearly bites off his tongue and the story ends with Teasel being chased down the avenues of Crimeopolis and Matilda close behind.
One word short! Eat that fellow fan fictioneers… If this disappears later don't blame me…
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Post by aarond on Oct 28, 2004 20:41:50 GMT -5
That was pretty good. It might have worked better in first-person, though. Otherwise, I thought making the "film-noir" scene in Legends' universe was genius! I wish I'd thought of it.
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Post by Bureaucratic Model 1-3 on Nov 9, 2004 19:58:19 GMT -5
Fandom: Megaman Legends (P.S. my last one was Title: Never kiss a girl you don't know in Crimeopolis. Subject: Turning into a Mobster Wordcount: 1,000,000 EAT THAT… Just Kidding… more like 1,350… Pairing (if applicable): Teasel and Matilda Rating: *Belch* Notes: Okay, since Fire "can do more push up's than all the carnies in the world combined, even thought that isn't saying MUCH" Griffin noted somewhere that she might have liked me to go over the word limit on this one, just because I'm a crazed loner, who smells bad, and has bad teeth, and she wanted to peer more in to my utter insanity, I decided to extend it a little. Forgive me oh deity of bitter revenge. I'll get her someday, but right now I want to see where this goes myself. It was a dark and stormy night on the streets of the Crimeopolis, and a hundred little Tommy Knockers with Tommy guns and little hats on their big yellow heads were causing havoc to beat the band. While little bow peep, the one they called Miss Tron, and her flock of hoodlums painted the town red, a big city wolf like Teasel could get in a lot of trouble. He was leaning on the side of the Chrysler building flipping a quarter into the cool night air and catching it in his hot little hand, waiting for the catch of the day to come strolling by. Of course with all the merchandise going down tonight it wasn't exactly a quiet day on the Susquehanna River. That didn't matter; he was too cool for those shoes anyway. Until she came walkin' by… She had long blond hair and an even longer dress. He liked 'em both short but the pickin's were slim so he made an exception. He whistled. She stopped. One little glance, and she kept walkin'. Not one to be out done by an old time broad he picked up and made for the chase. Everybody knows in Jungle law the fastest is the best, and while we weren't exactly running a hundred yard sprint, she was still a head, from fifth to park she never even looked back. But in Crimeopolis you can always tell when a dame knows you're watching. When the chase is on it's stimulating watching someone walk away from you, the way they try to sense the hunt, to smell the beast without letting on to him. Arrrooo! Suddenly a red dress and feather boa came out of nowhere. It was Tron, wearing one of her dresses that said you wanted everything she's got, and you wanted to pay full price too. If the wind picked up that dress would set sail and the next day she'd be found in New York harbor, tied to the wharf. For once I'd know where she was at four in the morning. 'Tesaru-chan what are you doing?' I told the skirt not to get involved. I also told her this is America, my name was just Tesaru now. I also got slapped. In a pastel collage of red dress, black shoe, while boa, gray leg, pink face, brown hair, and angry expression all passed like a dream into the night. Damn, I thought, realizing I had just lost two chicks in half a minute. The other broad was nowhere in sight. Lucky for me, she had a very peculiar smell. It was like axel grease, and summer flowers. I'd have to ask her about that… Now don't get me wrong there's nothing wrong with a New York wolf, I mean they get there share of the ladies and all, but I'm from Hollywood, and a Hollywood wolf could day on a New York wolf any day of the week. Most of my compatriot would have lost her scent in a split second, seeing as there was an open sewer nearby, but I was not one to let the only girl to pass by in the last five minutes, slip away with out a whiff. Before I knew it I was strolling into a nearby restaurant with a couple of suits at the door. They didn't want trouble, but I was made of it. Now usually I let my friends do the talking. My friends are great, and fun to have around. One comes in a hoister, the other I carry around in a hip flask. But since the gentleman was kind enough to show me to the door I walked around back and showed myself in. There she was, up on stage, singin' the blues to a crowd of rich dinner goes. It wasn't Jazz, but it wasn't bad either. I took a seat in bluesville and ordered a scotch on the rocks, with the rocks in a towel on the side for my stinging face. Ya' gotta' get hot to play real cool they say, and right now my face was high noon in Death Valley. But the girl, Missy Matilda, was as hot as they come. It was all going so well until a herd of penguins showed up to shoo me out. I said I wasn't leaving without the dame, they said I was. Then I let my friend say a little something for me. Five seconds and a couple of bullet holes in the ceiling later the penguins were running like water, and some wise guy said the he was calling the G-men. Then a kid behind me with dark hair and a blue suit broke a bottle of chardonnay on my head, and things got a little hazy, but when I came too, he was lying on the floor with a broken nose, and a broken chair lay scattered nearby. Some little blonde was kneeling besides him looking at me like I was a jungle cat about to pounce on a field mouse. Not to say she wasn't good looking, but I was already committed for the night, so I let her down gently, with a wink, and turned away. I looked to the stage and there she was looking on with the rest of them. I made for the stage but a group of men closed in. I wasn't about to let them get in my way until I realized I had left my gun at the table while picking up the chair. Oh dear… Then for once in my life Tron showed up just in the nick of time. Little Bo Peep had found her sheep and now it was time to take these city slickers for a ride down travesty lane. While the Hoodlums maintained ordered and collected 'contributions' to our overhead Tron laughed at me until we were both red in the face. Until she saw the little blue boy, that is. I couldn't tell what she saw in him, but I could tell by the look in those sugar orbs she has for eyes that she was falling for him. Unfortunately the field mouse could see it too. 'Get up Rocky, we have to go!' she said helping the little fellow up. 'You're not going anywhere' Tron shouted, yanking a pistol from her boa she pointed it at the blonde, sneering at the pair of them. 'No!' Missy Matilda shouted, jumping down from the stage and reaching out to touch someone. Just another way of saying she tried to tear my ear off! Lucky for her I like 'em spicy so I grabbed her wrist and stole a kiss. Now it's not my style to clean the tonsils with out paying for dinner, and when I opened my eyes I was most ecstatic I didn't, because when I opened my eyes I was kissing a wolf. A long, tattered dress lye on the floor and two, blood thirsty, rather pretty eyes were looking right back into his. With one smooth movement she gnawed the gun out of Tron's hand and heaved her against the wall, knocking down a throng of yella' headed cowards in the process, and leaving me spitting out anything of consequence in the dental region. Soon 'Rocky' and his gal were making tracks and so was little Bo Peep, but none faster than I, who, with a wolf about the size of a checkered cab tearing after me, made like the wind for a hole in the ground not far from here. Never kiss a girl you don't know in Crimeopolis. Everyone knows in the Jungle Law the fastest is the best… she was the fastest. The lady wolf caught up with me before I was three tables down, and both luckily, and unluckily for me, instead of eating me whole she started licking my face. He tongue was like a wet wooden grate, and by the time the coppers showed up I was ready for peace. Definitely not a quiet day on the Susquehanna…
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