User:Drawde/Sandpit
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 | Sandpit |
| This page is a Sandpit. This means that you can play around a bit here without fear of being oppressed by those trying to force their language onto you. |
Things that I want to do, but not right now. Or just can't be arsed to sort out now.--Drawde Talk To Me! DORIS Red Rum Defend Ridleybonk! I know Nothing! 16:28, 28 September 2008 (BST)
Randomness.
You are inside Lord Drawde's Mansion, Dead survivors cover the ground in cute patterns. A butler is attempting to clean the blood.
There are over nine thousand dead bodies neatly stacked up on the floor. You recognise Tarman2007, Karloth vois, GioV, Cthulu In Lingerie
Since your last turn:
- GioV cooks The Dancing Banana. It smells horrible, but you strangely want it. (1 hour and 30 minutes ago)
- A zombie (Tarman2007) eats The Dancing Banana. (1 hour and 27 minutes ago)
- A zombie (Tarman2007) pukes up blood, plus pieces of a Banana. (1 hour and 25 minutes ago)
- A zombie (Tarman2007) dies. (1 hour and 22 minutes ago)
- A zombie (Cthulhu In Lingerie) gestured at Tarman2007.(1 hour and 20 minutes ago)
- A zombie (Cthulhu In Lingerie) says "Har har!"(1 hour and 20 minutes ago)
- Karloth vois says: "Huzzah! No Rummers have died!"
- Amber Waves Of Pain killed Karloth vois.
- Drawde says: "Damnit Amber! He was mine, mine I say!"
- Drawde killed Amber Waves Of Pain
- Drawde pillages the bodies.
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Short Story Competition
Title: - Effects
“I'm sorry” she whispers, as the bullet tears through the once living body of her love. The moments they shared flash through her mind.
A small child is there, crying softly. A boy of the same age comforts her. “It's okay”, he whispers.
The children are playing on a set of swings, laughing happily together, never imagining anything but each other.
A long awaited meeting, a feeling between the two, unrealised by either. An embrace, full of love that only five years apart could bring.
The first kiss, electrifying the minds of the pair, nothing could ever be as perfect as this.
The marriage, they are as one. They both tell each other that nothing can break this bond, not even the apocalypse.
She departs the safehouse, leaving the body of him behind, and half of herself. Everything has changed.
