lols agreed ^,.,^Originally Posted by FallenOne
lols agreed ^,.,^
DL: Theholyangel: 36 Vampire.
AL: Mewfs/Theanarchy: 41 Warrior.
its been two days -.-Hey guys! Sorry the announcement is gonna be delayed.. There are some of you who pm me saying to extend the announcement of winners. So I'm going to extend the contest for two more days. So if you guys wanna edit your stories then go!!! Enjoy!
Jcyee: 76 PL Bear | 41 AL Warrior | 36 DL Vampire
there was an old farmer who lived on a rock he sat in the bushes just shaking his......fist at some boys who were down at the crick thier feet in the water there hands on their......marbles and playthings at half past four there came an old lady who looked like a.......pretty young lady who sat on the grass she pulled up her dress she showed them her.......ruffels and laces and white fluffy duck she was teaching the kids a new way to .........to bring up her children so they won spit while the boys in the graveyard were shoveling her ........refuse and litter from yesterdays hunt while the girls in the meadow was rubbin her......eyes at the fellow down by the dock he looked like a man with a sizeable .......homme in the country with with a big fence outfront if he asked her politley he showed him her......pet dog who was subject to fit and maybe shed let him grab a hold of her.....small tender hands hahahaha anyway since u dont want it long i wont continue but yeah hope u like it bro lol
*preemptive strike*
if he doesn't have the prizes ah well, if he does, he may be getting delayed or whatnot, let's not all ask the same thing, nor start any flaming.
The Doomed thief:
One day there was a one happy family suddenly the day after.....
The oldest member "grandfather" died..
After a week there was this child named rico who loves to buy unecessary things..
Rico: mom,dad wheres my allowance?!
Parents:we are broke son..our company have lost investors.
Rico: >:/ fine!
Suddenly Rico heard neighboors talking.
Neighboors: i heard there was this poor dead man named "D'Andre" who have a very precious ring worth billions.
Suddenly rico thinked of an evil idead.. Aha! I will get that man's ring in the cemetery..
One night when everyone is asleep...Rico sneaked out...
Rico: ohh such a big gate covering the cemetery..(gate locked)
Rico hit the lock with shovel..atlast i opened it........i wonder where is D'Andre's tomb
Oh! There it is!
Immediately rico shove D'andre's tomb.
O.O whatta shiny ring! He said... Rico broke the man's ring finger (where the gold ring was)
After Rico got the man's ring...it suddenly rained heavily. .
When he was bout to go home the gate locked itself..
Rico: oh sh*t..when will i stay now?!
A man aprroached Rico...and said come boy stay at my house.
Rico: wow ur house is nicE! (and he saw the mans fingers)
Rico:sir why is your ring finger missing? "someone stole it" the man said
Rico: who stole your ring finger? (asking very curiously)
The man said "you"!
Thats it :-) tnx for reading
Sorry if its long i hope its worth it
IGN: moonway
SEpt 16, contest delayed 2 days
Last forum activity sept 20
Just something i noticed was weird...
Jcyee: 76 PL Bear | 41 AL Warrior | 36 DL Vampire
guess he decided not to quit
Must be another troll.
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DO NOT INVITE ME TO YOUR GUILD IN SL UNLESS IT'S EBS TYVM!
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
This still on? i got a story for u.
alone in the dark i dream the darkest of dreams.
dreams i dare not share for in others they bring nothing but screams.
if you truly wish to listen ill spin a tale that will make your eyes glisten.
for a grim tale of sadness and death is shall be of a girl by the years of ten and three.
a cursed child she was, cursed to walk at night feeding on others as she gave them a fright.
and thats how she lived forever and always alone and lonely.
she wished to die but death would not claim her, she would live forever until someone had slain her and that she realize was the key the one way that she would finally be free.
so one night she sought out the one the one that carried no gun.
It was a stake that he carried a stake off a tree.
it was by that stake that she would be free.
she came down in front of him and revaled herself for what she may truly be A Child of The Night created by another and the by the blood of the Mother.
she felt the stake go through her heart and she gave a start.
she collaped on the ground without making a sound and she drew her last breath and formed a smile her first in a great while.
the man continued on his way to the sea while she faded to nothingness, finally free
i made this up on the spot
IGN: Thebane
not on, and no rewards
Free Vanities Contest
Oh well I liked writing the story anyway
IGN: Thebane
Once upon a time I was sleeping as usual but when I awoke I found my self in a very misty dark place surround by trees I had nothing on me, I had no idea were I was, so I explored trying to find help for hours upon hours but nothing ! On my journeys trying to find someone I stumbled upon pieces of paper stuck on trees
I new there must be more than this so I proceed to a small building there beside the toilet yes your correct..... I found another 1 ! I put them together and they read be careful never turn around so I think you probably no what I did I turned around and I heard a KABOoOoOoOM!!! Noise and I jumped into the air and A tall man with no face was there ! His tentacles went up my spine he suffocated me with them then tour my face open :O!
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DL - Bastilia,Acashi - Lvl 31
MY GUESS : 2222
THE thousand injuries of Fortunato I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Fortunato cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my in to smile in his face, and he did not perceive that my to smile now was at the thought of his immolation.
He had a weak point --this Fortunato --although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship in wine. Few Italians have the true virtuoso spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity, to practise imposture upon the British and Austrian millionaires. In painting and gemmary, Fortunato, like his countrymen, was a quack, but in the matter of old wines he was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from him materially; --I was skilful in the Italian vintages myself, and bought largely whenever I could.
It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore motley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased to see him that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand.
I said to him --"My dear Fortunato, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day. But I have received a pipe of what passes for Amontillado, and I have my doubts."
"How?" said he. "Amontillado, A pipe? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!"
"I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay the full Amontillado price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of losing a bargain."
"Amontillado!"
"I have my doubts."
"Amontillado!"
"And I must satisfy them."
"Amontillado!"
"As you are engaged, I am on my way to Luchresi. If any one has a critical turn it is he. He will tell me --"
"Luchresi cannot tell Amontillado from Sherry."
"And yet some fools will have it that his taste is a match for your own.
"Come, let us go."
"Whither?"
"To your vaults."
"My friend, no; I will not impose upon your good nature. I perceive you have an engagement. Luchresi--"
"I have no engagement; --come."
"My friend, no. It is not the engagement, but the severe cold with which I perceive you are afflicted. The vaults are insufferably damp. They are encrusted with nitre."
"Let us go, nevertheless. The cold is merely nothing. Amontillado! You have been imposed upon. And as for Luchresi, he cannot distinguish Sherry from Amontillado."
Thus speaking, Fortunato possessed himself of my arm; and putting on a mask of black silk and drawing a roquelaire closely about my person, I suffered him to hurry me to my palazzo.
There were no attendants at home; they had absconded to make merry in honour of the time. I had told them that I should not return until the morning, and had given them explicit orders not to stir from the house. These orders were sufficient, I well knew, to insure their immediate disappearance, one and all, as soon as my back was turned.
I took from their sconces two flambeaux, and giving one to Fortunato, bowed him through several suites of rooms to the archway that led into the vaults. I passed down a long and winding staircase, requesting him to be cautious as he followed. We came at length to the foot of the descent, and stood together upon the damp ground of the catacombs of the Montresors.
The gait of my friend was unsteady, and the bells upon his cap jingled as he strode.
"The pipe," he said.
"It is farther on," said I; "but observe the white web-work which gleams from these cavern walls."
He turned towards me, and looked into my eves with two filmy orbs that distilled the rheum of intoxication.
"Nitre?" he asked, at length.
"Nitre," I replied. "How long have you had that cough?"
"Ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh!"
My poor friend found it impossible to reply for many minutes.
"It is nothing," he said, at last.
"Come," I said, with decision, "we will go back; your health is precious. You are rich, respected, admired, beloved; you are happy, as once I was. You are a man to be missed. For me it is no matter. We will go back; you will be ill, and I cannot be responsible. Besides, there is Luchresi --"
"Enough," he said; "the cough's a mere nothing; it will not kill me. I shall not die of a cough."
"True --true," I replied; "and, indeed, I had no intention of alarming you unnecessarily --but you should use all proper caution. A draught of this Medoc will defend us from the damps.
Here I knocked off the neck of a bottle which I drew from a long row of its fellows that lay upon the mould.
"Drink," I said, presenting him the wine. He raised it to his lips with a leer. He paused and nodded to me familiarly, while his bells jingled.
"I drink," he said, "to the buried that repose around us."
"And I to your long life."
He again took my arm, and we proceeded.
"These vaults," he said, "are extensive."
"The Montresors," I replied, "were a great and numerous family."
"I forget your arms."
"A huge human foot d'or, in a field azure; the foot crushes a serpent rampant whose fangs are imbedded in the heel."
"And the motto?"
"Nemo me impune lacessit."
"Good!" he said.
The wine sparkled in his eyes and the bells jingled. My own fancy grew warm with the Medoc. We had passed through long walls of piled skeletons, with casks and puncheons intermingling, into the inmost recesses of the catacombs. I paused again, and this time I made bold to seize Fortunato by an arm above the elbow.
"The nitre!" I said; "see, it increases. It hangs like moss upon the vaults. We are below the river's bed. The drops of moisture trickle among the bones. Come, we will go back ere it is too late. Your cough --"
"It is nothing," he said; "let us go on. But first, another draught of the Medoc."
I broke and reached him a flagon of De Grave. He emptied it at a breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw the bottle upwards with a gesticulation I did not understand.
I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement --a grotesque one.
"You do not comprehend?" he said.
"Not I," I replied.
"Then you are not of the brotherhood."
"How?"
"You are not of the masons."
"Yes, yes," I said; "yes, yes."
"You? Impossible! A mason?"
"A mason," I replied.
"A sign," he said, "a sign."
"It is this," I answered, producing from beneath the folds of my roquelaire a trowel.
"You jest," he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. "But let us proceed to the Amontillado."
"Be it so," I said, replacing the tool beneath the cloak and again offering him my arm. He leaned upon it heavily. We continued our route in search of the Amontillado. We passed through a range of low arches, descended, passed on, and descending again, arrived at a deep crypt, in which the foulness of the air caused our flambeaux rather to glow than flame.
At the most remote end of the crypt there appeared another less spacious. Its walls had been lined with human remains, piled to the vault overhead, in the fashion of the great catacombs of Paris. Three sides of this interior crypt were still ornamented in this manner. From the fourth side the bones had been thrown down, and lay promiscuously upon the earth, forming at one point a mound of some size. Within the wall thus exposed by the displacing of the bones, we perceived a still interior crypt or recess, in depth about four feet, in width three, in height six or seven. It seemed to have been constructed for no especial use within itself, but formed merely the interval between two of the colossal supports of the roof of the catacombs, and was backed by one of their circumscribing walls of solid granite.
It was in vain that Fortunato, uplifting his dull torch, endeavoured to pry into the depth of the recess. Its termination the feeble light did not enable us to see.
"Proceed," I said; "herein is the Amontillado. As for Luchresi --"
"He is an ignoramus," interrupted my friend, as he stepped unsteadily forward, while I followed immediately at his heels. In niche, and finding an instant he had reached the extremity of the niche, and finding his progress arrested by the rock, stood stupidly bewildered. A moment more and I had fettered him to the granite. In its surface were two iron staples, distant from each other about two feet, horizontally. From one of these depended a short chain, from the other a padlock. Throwing the links about his waist, it was but the work of a few seconds to secure it. He was too much astounded to resist. Withdrawing the key I stepped back from the recess.
"Pass your hand," I said, "over the wall; you cannot help feeling the nitre. Indeed, it is very damp. Once more let me implore you to return. No? Then I must positively leave you. But I must first render you all the little attentions in my power."
"The Amontillado!" ejaculated my friend, not yet recovered from his astonishment.
"True," I replied; "the Amontillado."
As I said these words I busied myself among the pile of bones of which I have before spoken. Throwing them aside, I soon uncovered a quantity of building stone and mortar. With these materials and with the aid of my trowel, I began vigorously to wall up the entrance of the niche.
I had scarcely laid the first tier of the masonry when I discovered that the intoxication of Fortunato had in a great measure worn off. The earliest indication I had of this was a low moaning cry from the depth of the recess. It was not the cry of a drunken man. There was then a long and obstinate silence. I laid the second tier, and the third, and the fourth; and then I heard the furious vibrations of the chain. The noise lasted for several minutes, during which, that I might hearken to it with the more satisfaction, I ceased my labours and sat down upon the bones. When at last the clanking subsided, I resumed the trowel, and finished without interruption the fifth, the sixth, and the seventh tier. The wall was now nearly upon a level with my breast. I again paused, and holding the flambeaux over the mason-work, threw a few feeble rays upon the figure within.
A succession of loud and shrill screams, bursting suddenly from the throat of the chained form, seemed to thrust me violently back. For a brief moment I hesitated, I trembled. Unsheathing my rapier, I began to grope with it about the recess; but the thought of an instant reassured me. I placed my hand upon the solid fabric of the catacombs, and felt satisfied. I reapproached the wall; I replied to the yells of him who clamoured. I re-echoed, I aided, I surpassed them in volume and in strength. I did this, and the clamourer grew still.
It was now midnight, and my task was drawing to a close. I had completed the eighth, the ninth and the tenth tier. I had finished a portion of the last and the eleventh; there remained but a single stone to be fitted and plastered in. I struggled with its weight; I placed it partially in its destined position. But now there came from out the niche a low laugh that erected the hairs upon my head. It was succeeded by a sad voice, which I had difficulty in recognizing as that of the noble Fortunato. The voice said--
"Ha! ha! ha! --he! he! he! --a very good joke, indeed --an excellent jest. We will have many a rich laugh about it at the palazzo --he! he! he! --over our wine --he! he! he!"
"The Amontillado!" I said.
"He! he! he! --he! he! he! --yes, the Amontillado. But is it not getting late? Will not they be awaiting us at the palazzo, the Lady Fortunato and the rest? Let us be gone."
"Yes," I said, "let us be gone."
"For the love of God, Montresor!"
"Yes," I said, "for the love of God!"
But to these words I hearkened in vain for a reply. I grew impatient. I called aloud --
"Fortunato!"
No answer. I called again --
No answer still. I thrust a torch through the remaining aperture and let it fall within. There came forth in return only a jingling of the bells. My heart grew sick; it was the dampness of the catacombs that made it so. I hastened to make an end of my labour. I forced the last stone into its position; I plastered it up. Against the new masonry I re-erected the old rampart of bones. For the half of a century no mortal has disturbed them. In pace requiescat!
my name in dark legends is NowUKnowMee not nowuknowme I wish I win I swear this is not from web and thnx I wish I get them bye
Its just a story -___- its not like someones gonna die
God: STOP DONT DO IT HE WILL BETRAY YOU.
Choking with one hand the all mighty one.
Devil: DO IT PUNISH HIM FOR YOUR SUFFERING.
God: I DIDNT KILL THEM. HE DID IT. HE ONLY SAYS I DID IT SO YOU CAN KILL ME FOR HIM.
Devil: JUST KILL THE OLD MAN. KILL HIM AND WE WILL TAKE OUR PLACE AS THE NEW GODS.
Fallensshadow: SHUT UP EVEN IF YOU DIDNT KILL MY FAMILY COULDNT YOU ATLEAST HELP THEM ?
God: Please im begging you dont do it... GRAHHHH JUST KILL ME. YOU ALREADY KILLED MY SON JUST DO IT.
Stabbing god with your blade his last words are
God: I warned you
Letting go of him fallenshadow stands and turns to the devil.
Fallenshadow: What now master?
Devil: now you...
this tread is dead beyond belief dont bother posting here any more lol
Scissorhands [5] PvP Master Guild Master of Scissorhands
"To Find Your Way You Must First Lose Yourself"
mermaid i fell in love
Alot of people say mermaids are myths. Some weird, mythicial legend that some ancient culture created to stir up trouble. Over the years people have transformed all of the stories about mermaids from evil queens of the sea, to fun loving “little” mermaids that play with seagulls and the fish. But all of those stories, are false. None of them are even close to the truth. Cause mermaids do exist, and they are real. And how do I know, you might ask? Because I am one. And not a fun loving one either. I am an evil one. A dark princess of the deep. But not anymore. I’ve changed. Into soemthing better? I hope so. And why did I change?Because I fell in love
Freddyiv....... welcome to room thats blackined with death as the endless clock ticks and a cold rotted heart frozen to death.as we have seek the key thats opened the secerts the relms of this world from the unseen allseein eye. He is imprissioned in a rx bottle skrewd tight.the world has fallen to death and nothin seems right. Just us fallen angels welcome to my mind just cross the bridge of the addicted and the blind my blood u shall surely find hehe hear me laugh in the faces of death screamin ftw with my last breath
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