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burnzey boi · 04-06-2005, 05:15 AM

i do wonder why the main charactor died in the first place, hivetyrant. He is meant to be the alive one in the story and kill Assface and godzilla using special poke'mon and dragon ball z skills to kill him.

Hivetyrant · 04-06-2005, 06:59 AM

Well you shouldn't wonder, as this IS a silly story [img]tongue.gif[/img] Im sure you can come up with some sill way of ressurecting him if you want [img]tongue.gif[/img]

[ 04-06-2005, 04:54 PM: Message edited by: Hivetyrant ]

burnzey boi · 04-06-2005, 08:13 AM

but then the holy pope rose from the heavens giving pumpkin boy new life and strength and he rose his fist from the rubble, got up and said plainly: "mmm i want tacco for $12.95."
(lamest resurection but oh well its a start... again)

Intrepid · 04-07-2005, 09:03 AM

but then the holy pope rose from the heavens giving pumpkin boy new life and strength and he rose his fist from the rubble, got up and said plainly: "mmm i want tacco for $12.95."
(lamest resurection but oh well its a start... again)

...But as a side effect of the resurrection, the seeds that splattered from inside the pumpkin head sprouted. Quickly growing legs and arms, and finally a large orange pumpkins for a head, just like their "father"(...err something like that).
These little pumpkin men then began to...

quietman1920 · 04-07-2005, 01:13 PM

...But as a side effect of the resurrection, the seeds that splattered from inside the pumpkin head sprouted. Quickly growing legs and arms, and finally a large orange pumpkins for a head, just like their "father"(...err something like that).
These little pumpkin men then began to jump back and forth shouting "I'm gonna Eat your Soul! I'm gonna Eat your Soul!" But not to fear, as just then the heavens opened up and the shaky hand of Pope John Paul handed off to Pumpkin Boy the Sacred holy Shotgun of Winchester. "Who likes Pie?" pumpkins boy shouted as the dancing pumpkin men sqealed with fear.

burnzey boi · 04-09-2005, 01:11 AM

i made up a story called a way of heart:In an old village south of the castle greadread, lived a young boy who was training to be a knight. As a squire he learnt to be agile and throw himself in battle to protect others as their god, detonerie was watching him in his lifetime. Many villagers were at programme with the squire learning college but the young boy, grundel was the best student they had. He could read and write which many of the others students had not mastered yet and he figured out puzzles and training obstacles faster than any other bo there.

The castle of greadread was an old castle yet its beauty was still there with it. Its walls were very white and torches lit up the bright walls as you walked down the street. Unlike many other castles such as Troiks castle and Frewer castle, they had no executions held at all. Instead chess was the game to play and money was gambled shared with a few laughs of course. The king osirus was a healthy young bloke aged at 28 with thick blonde hair and the queen magret II was aged 25 with a good personalaty and long black hair. They had 3 children already but only 2 have stayed at the castle, the good ones. The oldest was the one who was ran away from greadread castle because he was an unliking boy. He never wanted to play with other boys and always stayed in his room, his black hair was teased a lot because it was dreaded and his front teeth were longer than any other. His sister karissa had long blonde hair and had many friends outside the castle, and she knew how to fight if one of the mnay citizens had decided to kidnap her. Dungeons were set up at the other side of the town because of the screaming of hunger due to the conviction of stealing beer and money.
The other sibling was the youngest smartest one of the family. His hair was short and blonde, eyes a bright blue and was a little champ so to say. He one all champions in chess and owned his own set of armour and swords in his bedroom. He loved getting out of the castle and playing with their young family horse, tiffany.

Grundle had sharp blue eyes witch aided him with crafting of metals and other implaments which he could master, but all he needed was 2 square metres of leather and he could make up warm gloves, boots, clothing and a cape with no mistakes.
His strawberry blonde hair gleamed under the sunlight as he played with his friends on the long soft grass and with his pet dog mitchelle. Money never seemed to be a problem with him, as he could make his own things by himself. After a long period of time he had finaly made his first no mistake plate armour and a short sword which his combat instructor gave him.
On a Friday evening after his intense training his instructor came towards him with a smile of politeness and said happily, “congratulations you’re the first ever boy at you’re age to pass this training and, as your reward a longer sword from me.”
Grundel examined the sword with bright eyes, he had never really wanted anything before but this was over the limit of excitement. He couldn’t say anything as he was so happy and he could read what it said on the blade: ‘this sword shall guide thou to great journey, where you fall down you get back up and make your opponent tremble..’. “wow, thanks! I couldn’t ask for much more but I am so… wow!”
Grundle was so pleased that he fainted.

The boy who ran away had gone to the distant cave over on the east side of the kingdom where the big dragon scimmator lived. He had no idea of this creature existing and conto=inued on in the dim cave. There caves were huge and very wide, meant for a dragon of that size and he continued down the twisting and turning tunnels, it was getting very dark and he started to sway his hands in front of him until he walked straight into something solid. Metal solid. The clunk echoed down the caves continueslly until it was a faint knockin the backround. He opened the huge metallic door slowly to find riches of gold stacked up piles by piles in hills and trenches as far as he could see until he saw a black knight stairing right at him. He drew his sword and came charging at the boy, ready to thrust the steel into his body. But at that very moment, a big cloud of flames hurled along and burnt him into a crisp of only metal armour. He lay motionless, smoke still coming from the helmet as he lay on the gold. the boy staired at him scaredly. A call of help could be heard behind the mountain of gold and the boy scrambled up the hill to see a giant dragon breathing heavely with a giant wount across its stomach. Its eyes closed slowly and breathing stopped, the breathing stopped but a noise still came. He tumbled down the hill and slammed into the giant dragons soft part of his paw, and gold suddenly scatterd towards the boy slowly. First an extremely white horn poked around the carcases toe, a face with blue eyes and stubby teeth came around. It quickly turned away and repeated for a second look.
“don’t eat me!” cried the boy.
“don’t eat me!” cried the baby dragon “I may look young but I am very fierce!” the dragon started to sob. The boy look behind him and realized what as happened, the dark knight slayed the bigger dragon, his mum.

Grundel woke up from his light headed dream to be in his bed hearing the sounds of his mum’s whisteling. Besde him was the sword he had been given. It was now dim outside, with the sunset only passing moments before, the rock timer which was settled in middle of the village could not telll the time any more. Bugs and birds flew about the hazy grass and a fire as lit up in their living room. His mum walked by grundel and said, “if you go to bed I’ll read you a really scarey book about a dragon for you!” instantly he jumped to bed again, eagerly waiting for the story telling.
His mm walked in carrying a small glittering book with a picture of a dragon on the front and a black knight with a long sword. On the edge of the bed she started to read, “Once upon a time there lived a great fierce dragon named termotis. He had as much gold as she could need and also a young baby dragon. In the rocks and cliffs to the east where they lived a fierce black knight of one of the castles of frewer came to slay both dragons. There also was a boy who had run away from home in greadread castle..”
“what was the boys name?” asked grundel with a yawn.
“well we’ll just have to wait to see, now the boy had no idea that this big firey dragon lived there at all so he continued down the twisty turny tack until he reached a slightly opened door. Inside was the black knight who look at him and came charging when a ball of fire came bolting past him until he was just bones and armour. The boy wanted to know where this flame had come from so he decided to climb up the mountain cautiously, he didn’t want to be cooked as well, but once at the top all he could see was a giant dragon laying on gold and blood, its belly had been ripped open by the razor sharp sword. Beside the big dragon was the tiny baby dragon, the boy wanted to get a closer look but he fell down the hill and landed with a thud on the gigantic foot.
The baby dragon scattered to the safety of the other side of the dragon as the boy looked around, he quickly turned back and then the dragon turned around to look at him, the boy could see bright blue eyes and white horns and teeth he..” she stopped reading because grundel fell asleep.

“What’s your name?” asked the boy
“hic, ummm, hic! Its deferral, hic, you?” replied the dragon.
is only a draft but im working on it every day maybe it will get published [img]smile.gif[/img]

04-06-2005, 05:15 AM	#31
burnzey boi Red Wizard of Thay Join Date: September 14, 2004 Location: Western Australia Age: 34 Posts: 800	i do wonder why the main charactor died in the first place, hivetyrant. He is meant to be the alive one in the story and kill Assface and godzilla using special poke'mon and dragon ball z skills to kill him. __________________ burnzey - The Australian kiss, like a French kiss, but down under (Main)Undead Mage - 70, Orc Warrior - 70, Blood Elf Paladin - 70, Orc Shaman - 70, Troll Rogue - 70, Orc Hunter - 65, UD Warlock 61, BE Priest 60, Tauren Drood - 60 OM NOM NOM NOM

04-06-2005, 08:13 AM	#33
burnzey boi Red Wizard of Thay Join Date: September 14, 2004 Location: Western Australia Age: 34 Posts: 800	but then the holy pope rose from the heavens giving pumpkin boy new life and strength and he rose his fist from the rubble, got up and said plainly: "mmm i want tacco for $12.95." (lamest resurection but oh well its a start... again) __________________ burnzey - The Australian kiss, like a French kiss, but down under (Main)Undead Mage - 70, Orc Warrior - 70, Blood Elf Paladin - 70, Orc Shaman - 70, Troll Rogue - 70, Orc Hunter - 65, UD Warlock 61, BE Priest 60, Tauren Drood - 60 OM NOM NOM NOM

04-07-2005, 01:13 PM	#35
quietman1920 Avatar Join Date: January 6, 2003 Location: NJ, USA Age: 26 Posts: 550	...But as a side effect of the resurrection, the seeds that splattered from inside the pumpkin head sprouted. Quickly growing legs and arms, and finally a large orange pumpkins for a head, just like their "father"(...err something like that). These little pumpkin men then began to jump back and forth shouting "I'm gonna Eat your Soul! I'm gonna Eat your Soul!" But not to fear, as just then the heavens opened up and the shaky hand of Pope John Paul handed off to Pumpkin Boy the Sacred holy Shotgun of Winchester. "Who likes Pie?" pumpkins boy shouted as the dancing pumpkin men sqealed with fear. __________________ <b>\"In the darkest hour theres a light that shines on every human being...but one!\"</b>

04-09-2005, 01:11 AM	#36
burnzey boi Red Wizard of Thay Join Date: September 14, 2004 Location: Western Australia Age: 34 Posts: 800	i made up a story called a way of heart:In an old village south of the castle greadread, lived a young boy who was training to be a knight. As a squire he learnt to be agile and throw himself in battle to protect others as their god, detonerie was watching him in his lifetime. Many villagers were at programme with the squire learning college but the young boy, grundel was the best student they had. He could read and write which many of the others students had not mastered yet and he figured out puzzles and training obstacles faster than any other bo there. The castle of greadread was an old castle yet its beauty was still there with it. Its walls were very white and torches lit up the bright walls as you walked down the street. Unlike many other castles such as Troiks castle and Frewer castle, they had no executions held at all. Instead chess was the game to play and money was gambled shared with a few laughs of course. The king osirus was a healthy young bloke aged at 28 with thick blonde hair and the queen magret II was aged 25 with a good personalaty and long black hair. They had 3 children already but only 2 have stayed at the castle, the good ones. The oldest was the one who was ran away from greadread castle because he was an unliking boy. He never wanted to play with other boys and always stayed in his room, his black hair was teased a lot because it was dreaded and his front teeth were longer than any other. His sister karissa had long blonde hair and had many friends outside the castle, and she knew how to fight if one of the mnay citizens had decided to kidnap her. Dungeons were set up at the other side of the town because of the screaming of hunger due to the conviction of stealing beer and money. The other sibling was the youngest smartest one of the family. His hair was short and blonde, eyes a bright blue and was a little champ so to say. He one all champions in chess and owned his own set of armour and swords in his bedroom. He loved getting out of the castle and playing with their young family horse, tiffany. Grundle had sharp blue eyes witch aided him with crafting of metals and other implaments which he could master, but all he needed was 2 square metres of leather and he could make up warm gloves, boots, clothing and a cape with no mistakes. His strawberry blonde hair gleamed under the sunlight as he played with his friends on the long soft grass and with his pet dog mitchelle. Money never seemed to be a problem with him, as he could make his own things by himself. After a long period of time he had finaly made his first no mistake plate armour and a short sword which his combat instructor gave him. On a Friday evening after his intense training his instructor came towards him with a smile of politeness and said happily, “congratulations you’re the first ever boy at you’re age to pass this training and, as your reward a longer sword from me.” Grundel examined the sword with bright eyes, he had never really wanted anything before but this was over the limit of excitement. He couldn’t say anything as he was so happy and he could read what it said on the blade: ‘this sword shall guide thou to great journey, where you fall down you get back up and make your opponent tremble..’. “wow, thanks! I couldn’t ask for much more but I am so… wow!” Grundle was so pleased that he fainted. The boy who ran away had gone to the distant cave over on the east side of the kingdom where the big dragon scimmator lived. He had no idea of this creature existing and conto=inued on in the dim cave. There caves were huge and very wide, meant for a dragon of that size and he continued down the twisting and turning tunnels, it was getting very dark and he started to sway his hands in front of him until he walked straight into something solid. Metal solid. The clunk echoed down the caves continueslly until it was a faint knockin the backround. He opened the huge metallic door slowly to find riches of gold stacked up piles by piles in hills and trenches as far as he could see until he saw a black knight stairing right at him. He drew his sword and came charging at the boy, ready to thrust the steel into his body. But at that very moment, a big cloud of flames hurled along and burnt him into a crisp of only metal armour. He lay motionless, smoke still coming from the helmet as he lay on the gold. the boy staired at him scaredly. A call of help could be heard behind the mountain of gold and the boy scrambled up the hill to see a giant dragon breathing heavely with a giant wount across its stomach. Its eyes closed slowly and breathing stopped, the breathing stopped but a noise still came. He tumbled down the hill and slammed into the giant dragons soft part of his paw, and gold suddenly scatterd towards the boy slowly. First an extremely white horn poked around the carcases toe, a face with blue eyes and stubby teeth came around. It quickly turned away and repeated for a second look. “don’t eat me!” cried the boy. “don’t eat me!” cried the baby dragon “I may look young but I am very fierce!” the dragon started to sob. The boy look behind him and realized what as happened, the dark knight slayed the bigger dragon, his mum. Grundel woke up from his light headed dream to be in his bed hearing the sounds of his mum’s whisteling. Besde him was the sword he had been given. It was now dim outside, with the sunset only passing moments before, the rock timer which was settled in middle of the village could not telll the time any more. Bugs and birds flew about the hazy grass and a fire as lit up in their living room. His mum walked by grundel and said, “if you go to bed I’ll read you a really scarey book about a dragon for you!” instantly he jumped to bed again, eagerly waiting for the story telling. His mm walked in carrying a small glittering book with a picture of a dragon on the front and a black knight with a long sword. On the edge of the bed she started to read, “Once upon a time there lived a great fierce dragon named termotis. He had as much gold as she could need and also a young baby dragon. In the rocks and cliffs to the east where they lived a fierce black knight of one of the castles of frewer came to slay both dragons. There also was a boy who had run away from home in greadread castle..” “what was the boys name?” asked grundel with a yawn. “well we’ll just have to wait to see, now the boy had no idea that this big firey dragon lived there at all so he continued down the twisty turny tack until he reached a slightly opened door. Inside was the black knight who look at him and came charging when a ball of fire came bolting past him until he was just bones and armour. The boy wanted to know where this flame had come from so he decided to climb up the mountain cautiously, he didn’t want to be cooked as well, but once at the top all he could see was a giant dragon laying on gold and blood, its belly had been ripped open by the razor sharp sword. Beside the big dragon was the tiny baby dragon, the boy wanted to get a closer look but he fell down the hill and landed with a thud on the gigantic foot. The baby dragon scattered to the safety of the other side of the dragon as the boy looked around, he quickly turned back and then the dragon turned around to look at him, the boy could see bright blue eyes and white horns and teeth he..” she stopped reading because grundel fell asleep. “What’s your name?” asked the boy “hic, ummm, hic! Its deferral, hic, you?” replied the dragon. is only a draft but im working on it every day maybe it will get published [img]smile.gif[/img] __________________ burnzey - The Australian kiss, like a French kiss, but down under (Main)Undead Mage - 70, Orc Warrior - 70, Blood Elf Paladin - 70, Orc Shaman - 70, Troll Rogue - 70, Orc Hunter - 65, UD Warlock 61, BE Priest 60, Tauren Drood - 60 OM NOM NOM NOM

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04-06-2005, 06:59 AM	#32
Hivetyrant Jack Burton Join Date: August 24, 2002 Location: Aussie now in the US of A! Age: 38 Posts: 5,403	Well you shouldn't wonder, as this IS a silly story [img]tongue.gif[/img] Im sure you can come up with some sill way of ressurecting him if you want [img]tongue.gif[/img] [ 04-06-2005, 04:54 PM: Message edited by: Hivetyrant ]

04-07-2005, 09:03 AM	#34
Intrepid Symbol of Cyric Join Date: March 28, 2003 Location: Australia Age: 38 Posts: 1,124	but then the holy pope rose from the heavens giving pumpkin boy new life and strength and he rose his fist from the rubble, got up and said plainly: "mmm i want tacco for $12.95." (lamest resurection but oh well its a start... again) ...But as a side effect of the resurrection, the seeds that splattered from inside the pumpkin head sprouted. Quickly growing legs and arms, and finally a large orange pumpkins for a head, just like their "father"(...err something like that). These little pumpkin men then began to...

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