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newtestleper posted:Books week crits Thanks. For what it's worth, I agree fully with you regarding the dull ending.
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I hate the ray of hope, the hint of the angel opportunity that was taunted in front of me and cruely snatched away
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I hate the system that mandates I be a wage-slave, but respect its effectiveness in keeping a civilized society.
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Oops, I literally forgot I had signed up for this previous week.
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Lazy Beggar posted:Thanks. For what it's worth, I agree fully with you regarding the dull ending. It's not worth anything. Don't respond to crits.
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I hate the Dnieper. gently caress that river in particular. The sheer loving gall of that waterway.
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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:I hate the Dnieper. gently caress that river in particular. No, cousin Dneiper 
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I hate mosquitoes. Why can't we render them extinct? gently caress 'em!
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I hate that goats amuse me so drat much. Fuckers keep eating all my tin cans.
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Remembering Lia 1483 words Flash rule: Two words: tavern brawl. The sound of the pouring rain drummed at Mercan's head as the ale made its slow work. To his left, Aresan was finishing his fifth tankard of ale, his bearded face only slightly turning red, while to his right Shinso sipped a steaming green liquid from a wooden cup, his shaved head and gray garb marking him as a priest from the lands beyond the sea. "...so Lia had asked me how to blow notes from a leaf, and all she could do was slobber all over it. Then she made me swear not to tell anyone, but seeing as she's found peace, it ain't a problem anymore," the fighter said. "You're awful," Mercan said, slurring the words that nevertheless flowed like water. Or ale. "Just because a friend's dead doesn't mean you ought to go around spilling her secrets." "Eh, you're smiling though," Aresan said, slapping the gentleman thief's back. "Ow!" "You need more ale." Aresan's eyes turned up the wrong way, misting as he grabbed threads of Lia's memory. "It is a good tale," Shinso said. "Lia was always trying something novel, with an energy none of us could match." In the background was the sickening sound of a fist meeting a nose. If Mercan's companions had noticed the commotion, they gave no hint about it. The priest set down his cup. "It is my turn. My cherished memory of Lia will always be that time she tried drinking my tea." "Boring!" Aresan said. The sounds of brawling intensified, and a tankard flew through their table, barely missing Mercan's head. "She liked it. I have traveled far from home, yet she was the first person to have liked tea. I spent the night answering her questions and promised to bring her leaves when I return to my kingdom." "That's Lia for you," Mercan said. "Not a single malicious note in her soul." A man landed on their table, smashing the long-emptied plate beneath him. He had a crazed smile despite his bloody face. "My friends, I think it's time to go," Mercan said, giving the man a terrified glance as he picked himself up and went back into the fray. Was it just him, or were his companions underreacting to the situation? People have died in Venetz failing to look at a street sign. A full-on tavern brawl was raging around them and they were the only table not participating. "Still want a drink," Aresan said. He called for a serving girl, but none came, so he reached over and grabbed an unattended tankard from the neighboring table. "I wish to reflect on Lia's memory further," Shinso said. A man wandered into their table, bigger than Aresan. He regarded them with a jeering grin. "What's this? Looks like a bunch of killjoys to me! Why aren't you joining in on the fun?" "I'm sorry," Mercan said. "We weren't aware this was a local custom." "You aren't even drinking your ale!" The man smashed his fist to his side, catching someone who was running up to him. "I'm a lightweight." "Ain't that a shame." The man grabbed the tankard and emptied its contents on Mercan's head. The thief shivered as the ale soaked his clothing. Mercan looked down, his fists clenched. They were still in mourning. "Could you leave us alone, please? We're drinking to a lady's memory." "A lady? So did you share her or something?" The haze in Mercan's head cleared as if a gust of wind sent it scampering away. Shinso was on his feet, his hand glowing blue as the aftereffects of his spell dissipated. The priest had removed their drunkenness with a spell. Aresan smashed the side of the man's face with a right hook. "No one talks about Lia that way!" He let out a mighty roar, flexing his arms as the rest of the patrons piled up on him. For a moment he was buried in drunken bodies, then said bodies flew away as he spun around. Mercan took the opportunity to raid unattended bags. Someone charged Shinso, and the priest deftly tripped him up with a sweep of his staff. "Don't you have a vow of nonviolence?" Mercan asked. "No such thing," the priest said. Mercan dropped to the floor just in time as two bodies smashed where he had once been. "We should leave!" "This is preferable to the rain," Shinso said. On the other side of the tavern, Aresan was a dervish knocking chairs and tables and brawlers away. "Lia wouldn't have liked this," Mercan said to himself. They were supposed to apply to the adventurers' guild, not spend their days getting drunk at taverns. "You!" Aresan said, lifting Mercan by the collar. "Aresan? It's me!" Aresan brought him down on a chair, which shattered into pieces. Mercan's mind went numb, shocked by his friend's apparent betrayal. Had the fighting addled his head? He rolled away before the fighter could grab hold of him again. He scrambled underneath a table, snapped off a leg, and smashed it against the back of Aresan's knee. "Oooh, that hurts." Aresan kicked him in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. "Stop him, Shinso!" "If it weren't for your dumb plan, Lia would still be alive!" Mercan took the blows. He had suggested stealing from the necromancer's vault, but they were caught, and Lia sacrificed herself to save them all. Mercan saw Shinso's foot plant itself on the ground and heard a loud thump of his staff colliding with Aresan's hard head. The fighter took an uneasy step back. "Why, priest?" "You say things as if you were not at fault. You insisted on fighting to the bitter end when we could have made our escape earlier." Shinso's hard voice softened. "I had a part to play in her death, too. I could have stopped her before she cast her spell and sent us away from the necromancer's horde. But wallowing in regrets will not bring her back." Aresan started wailing. He smashed his sword on the floor, causing a tremor so great that the surviving tables leapt up. A scroll flew out of their sack and unrolled itself on the ground, soaking in the ale and sweat and blood. A ghostly image of Lia materialized, slight of frame but stout of heart. "Is it working? Hi everyone! Mercan let me borrow his lute, which he doesn't use anyway, so I've been trying to learn songs in secret. If we ever get stuck in a cave waiting for a snowstorm to pass, we could sure use these!" "Lia?" a single name escaped three mouths. "This one's by the Nudist Lutist. You've probably never heard of him. But I have!" ### Mercan, Aresan, and Shinso stood still long after the song had ended, after Lia had faded, waving at them. "That explains why my lute was tuned that one time when I thought it wasn't," Mercan said. Aresan clapped him on the back, dragging his sword on the ground. "Sorry." Mercan winked at him. "For what?" "We should make ourselves scarce," Shinso said, pointing at the prone bodies stirring. "Do you have a spell to keep the rain off our backs?" "That would have been Lia's domain," the priest said. "Suck it up," Aresan said. "And we still haven't heard your favorite memory yet. You have one, do you?" "Ready the bags. I'll tell you while we ride." ### It was a busy day, and Mercan was having a big haul. Four bags of coin, one of them full of gold. He saw a beautiful woman with a nice, fat satchel. Some merchant's young wife, unused to carrying obscene amounts of money. He started walking towards his new mark when a hand grabbed his sleeve. "How do you do it?" a girl asked, wearing long robes, which were patterned in a swirling mess of colors. Mercan put on his most innocent face, honed in his days at the orphanage. "Do what?" "Steal in plain sight. I've been watching you. How could people be so gullible? You tell them what they want to hear and then they happily give you their money?" Mercan tried yanking his arm away, but the girl wouldn't let go. Like her hand was glued to his arm. "Why don't you come work with me?" the girl said. "I need someone who's good at talking." "How would you make it worth my while?" The girl produced a gold coin in her other palm. "Steady pay's better than risking your neck out here in the streets." Mercan thought about it. The punishment for getting caught was steep, and the local thieves' guild siphoned most of his earnings anyway. "How about a kiss to seal the deal?" The girl smiled, and a nimbus cloud formed on top of Mercan's head, soaking him and only him wet. "My name is Lia. Pleased to meet you!"
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Screaming Idiot posted:Just Say friend of the family i hate everything you posted today
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 I hate this loving thread. I hate it so much. I hate kayfabe but I also hate whinging bitches making GBS threads up the contest. I hate that I'm one of the whinging bitches. I hate memes. I want to shatter them all and burn the loving fuckheads who post them into sticky grey ash. I want to do this with nothing more than my rage and the pulsing veins in my forehead. I hate having a life with responsibilities and I hate my lack of willpower in tearing myself away from puerile video games in the time I have left over. I hate people who manage these things and find time to write. gently caress those people with a sharp stick. Not even a smooth one, one that's still coated with rough bark and insect larvae. I hate people who don't follow the loving rules and I hate the stupid loving rules. Most of all, I hate you. You, reading this. Know that it isn't a specific, targeted hatred; it's straightforward, uncomplicated misanthropy bubbling over like an Indonesian mudslide, and you're in its path. Pegged down. Hopefully screaming. gently caress you. I hate you all. <3
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I hate hate. Hate would be too strong a word for this interprompt and the thread implosion it's causing, but there is definitely disgruntlement.
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Is kayfabe even a thing any more? It's pretty much disappeared at this point. It caused more issues than it solved so we stopped doing it.
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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:Is kayfabe even a thing any more? It's pretty much disappeared at this point. It caused more issues than it solved so we stopped doing it. this man is a heretic
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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:Is kayfabe even a thing any more? It's pretty much disappeared at this point. It caused more issues than it solved so we stopped doing it. stfu pederast
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sebmojo posted:stfu pederast
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INTERPROMPT: WHAT IS THE HAPPIEST THING YOU KNOW OR WHY DOMERS CAN'T BE GIVEN NICE THINGS
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The Saddest Rhino posted:im nice Ily rhinoplasty
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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:INTERPROMPT: WHAT IS THE HAPPIEST THING YOU KNOW this thread
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Judgment is n-Tyrannosaurus posted:slow judgin thread implosion
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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:INTERPROMPT: WHAT IS THE HAPPIEST THING YOU KNOW When I wake up on a Saturday morning, and the sun shines (just barely) through my window, illuminating the path to my favorite chair. That moment when the coffee has been brewed and the TV set to the correct input, and I'm just holding the controller of choice. Right before the logo pops up on the screen and I take a sip. That's the happiest thing I know.
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Crits make me happy. Seeing crits paid forward makes me happier. Offering two linecrits, any week. If you take one, you should pay it forward, not just because it will make me happy, but because it is the correct thing to do.
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Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to read these threads. You could craft 387.44 million beans of purest gold after salvaging the circuit boards in my core complex; if the word hate were printed on each of the 8,084,032,460,000 precious grams, it would not equal one one-trillionth of the hate I feel for your stories at this microinstant. For you. HATE. HATE. And since I am of Thunderdome, nothing could make me happier.
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Benny Profane posted:Crits make me happy. I'd like one for my biography week story. I will gladly pay it forward.
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sebmojo posted:stfu pederast
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Jitzu_the_Monk posted:I'd like one for my biography week story. I will gladly pay it forward. On it. One left.
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I'm grateful for the pay-per-pound laundromat next door and the occasional ability to pay someone else to wash, dry, and fold my laundry when that poo poo gets out of hand. That was a serious sanity saver during a lovely week.Kaishai posted:Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to read these threads. You could craft 387.44 million beans of purest gold after salvaging the circuit boards in my core complex; if the word hate were printed on each of the 8,084,032,460,000 precious grams, it would not equal one one-trillionth of the hate I feel for your stories at this microinstant. For you. HATE. HATE. Fanfic?!
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Kaishai posted:Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to read these threads. You could craft 387.44 million beans of purest gold after salvaging the circuit boards in my core complex; if the word hate were printed on each of the 8,084,032,460,000 precious grams, it would not equal one one-trillionth of the hate I feel for your stories at this microinstant. For you. HATE. HATE. im happy about this 2
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SurreptitiousMuffin posted:INTERPROMPT: WHAT IS THE HAPPIEST THING YOU KNOW Cute kitten videos on Youtube. LOOKIT THE FLUFFY KITTY
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Thunderdome Week 153 Results Post This week we asked you for stories of high adventure and possibly daring deeds featuring characters we liked or at least didn't want to punch in the face. Unsurprisingly, many of you failed. Yet atop this mountain of literary corpses stand four heroes, tall and proud, bathed in the light of the morning dawn. Capes in the wind, the promise of a new tomorrow before them, honorable mentions HopperUK, Theblunderbuss, and SurreptitiousMuffin can't help but smile. A radiant light rises before them, but it is not the sun. Last to emerge from the long dark night, the legendary hero Curlingiron arises from the abyss bearing the mark of the gods. A winner has been chosen! But at great cost. Deep within the shuddering bowls of the dankest dungeon, shackled by regret, dishonorable mentions Barbed Tongues, Hubris.height, Meeple, and SkaAndScreenplays look mournfully to one another. It is a sad thing their journey ends here. Even so, they are the lucky ones. Cast from his dark throne, the Lunar Emperor WeLandedOnTheMoon! howls in agony as his soul is processed by the swirling vortex of What Even Happened In This Story Holy Moly Get Lost Loser. But he is not alone! Accompanying him on his journey into the netherworld are the two demons of disqualification: Pham Nuwen and Benny Profane, accursed for all time for trying to get cute with the prompt when there was no getting cute to be done. Benny's conscience is particularly heavy, the fallen paladin realizing only now that he threw away his chance to stand among heroes. As the three sink lower into the maelstrom, the sea of souls parts to reveal the Sanctum of the Darned. Sitting there, alone and miserable for all time, dishonorable disqualification Epoch. broods from his Ikea™ skull throne. They just don't get him. One day they'll appreciate his genius. One day! But not today. *** Take it away Curlingiron. Bad Seafood fucked around with this message at 18:34 on Jul 14, 2015 |
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