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Now that SimonW is back, I think there'll be more stories to read on the board. ]]>Sat, 01 Sep 2012 11:55:59 GMT http://www.moscowfood.coop/images/lemon.jpg

Know what I mean?
Nonetheless, good fic. ]]>Sat, 01 Sep 2012 11:00:23 GMT]]>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 01:35:44 GMTMon, 27 Aug 2012 00:58:08 GMT
Kenny and Nistarok stopped and turned towards the newcomer. Kenny nodded, and as if on cue, Glorg hurled the creature to the farthest corner of the room.

“Let’s go, Taro,” said Kenny as he and Nistarok quickly exited the room. “Good luck, David.” Kenny said to David as he passed him. Glorg grabbed Russel and K Cube before following his young master out.

“WHO ARE YOU?” growled the creature as it lumbered towards David. “YOU NOT LIKE MASTER'S SURVANTS... YOU SMELL LIKE GUY YESTURDAY.”

David caught a glimpse of a familiar jacket inside the belly of the beast. So that's why Jonathan didn't report to work today, he thought. He shook his head. He'd have to deliver the news to Jonathan's girlfriend later.

David slowly took out two silver pistols from his briefcase and trained them at the creature. Etched in gold on the sides of both guns were the words “The Fix”.

“Hi, there... Pudge... You don't mind me calling you that, right?" Pudge roared and threw what looked like a meat cleaver at David. David sidestepped and the cleaver struck the wall behind him.

"My name is David, UR Staff Operations Support Division,” he paused and smirked. “Troubleshooter.”

Two shots rang out.

THE END]]>Tue, 21 Aug 2012 07:40:02 GMTMon, 20 Aug 2012 23:52:11 GMTGlorg, Nistarok, and Kenny were engaged in a fight against a large creature. The creature looked like it was sewn together using body parts from different cadavers, which made it huge, bulky, and disfigured. It had two huge powerful arms, reaching all the way down to the floor and a third one on its back. On its torso is a gaping hole where a putrid stench emanated.

The trio appeared to be losing the fight. Glorg had a big chunk of his right forearm missing, and there was a visible crack running across his face. Two of Nistarok’s head were unconscious and severely disfigured; the third one had a swollen left eye. Kenny was clutching his right shoulder and blood trickled down the side of his face. Glorg was trying to prevent the creature from moving by holding on to its torso in a bear hug while Nistarok and Kenny attacked. David figured Kenny was focusing his attacks on its eyes due to the burn marks on the creature's head, but it didn't appear to have much effect.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling howl came from the right corner of the room. David turned to see a hairy figure curled up on the floor. It was Russel. He had deep cuts all over his body, and it looked like he broke one or two of his ribs. Beside him lay the lifeless body of K Cube.

(tbc)]]>Fri, 17 Aug 2012 07:56:36 GMT]]>Thu, 16 Aug 2012 12:11:23 GMTCandy Jack shrugged. "I heard it was an abomination though."

They stopped in front of a room with white double doors. Etched on a chrome-coated metal plate above the doors was the word “laboratory”. A commotion can be heard from the other side, and someone was howling in pain.

“I would take my leave here, Master David. But before I do, are you sure you do not want some candy? Even a tiny taste? It’s life-changing.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks. Maybe next time.”

Candy Jack nodded, and quickly walked away. “This is why I only go after children,” Candy Jack grumbled, disappearing around a corner.

David tightened his grip on his briefcase and entered the laboratory. The room was in complete disarray. The metal tables where Dieter would dissect subjects were all punctured and bent. Broken glass, probably from test tubes and flasks, littered the floor. The cabinets and shelves which housed jars of grotesque samples were smashed. The smell of burnt and putrid flesh filled the air, making David gag. There were also colored liquids on the floor; some of them resembled blood. David hoped that the stuff he was standing on wouldn’t turn him into some hairy tentacled monster the next morning.

(tbc)]]>Tue, 14 Aug 2012 12:40:49 GMTTue, 14 Aug 2012 11:30:26 GMT
Or maybe a story where a player wins the tombola
]]>Mon, 13 Aug 2012 12:30:18 GMTWMDuessel: Thanks. I honestly try to choose my words to fit the situation and match what I want to convey... but I'm just an amateur writer (if I could even be called that). Thanks for the insight though. I'll keep that in mind. ]]>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 14:20:17 GMT
You should really think about writing for the UR magazine! I know Only One could use someone like you. ]]>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 12:13:13 GMTDeepEnd. Keep it up, mate. I need the bumps. Just make sure to avoid spamming it since I believe the staff doesn't allow those.

@readers-of-my-fanfic: To filter out posts from other players, all you need to do is tick the box that says "Only show messages from the author and admins". There are two: one is below the introductory post, and another above the reply input box. This way, you can follow my story without being sidetracked. ]]>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 11:54:51 GMT
“Are you sure? They’re really good.”

“Yes, I heard Timmy claiming that they’re to die for last Halloween, but I Don’t really have a liking for candies.”

“Okay,” replied a disheartened Candy Jack. “I’m guessing you’re here because Mistress Ielena summoned for help from the Staff?”

“Indeed, I am. Please lead the way.”

Candy Jack nodded. “I think it's in Dieter’s lab. The others are taking turns trying to contain it. But honestly, I don't think they know what they're doing.” Candy Jack shrugged as he led David to Dieter’s lab.

“Why aren’t you helping them out, by the way?” asked David as they went down a dingy staircase.

“Are you trying to be funny? Even Oshitsune took a beating from it, and the mistress was helping him out, too.”

“Oh? How are they now?”

“The mistress is resting in her room. She got some nasty cuts and bruises, but Hel said she’ll be alright. As for Oshitsune… I think Dieter is trying to put him back together.”

“Oshitsune was torn to pieces?” asked David, amazed. “It sounds like I have a daunting task ahead of me.”

“Yeah, it is… In fact, it may even be too much for you.” Candy Jack sneered.

“I'll try my best.” David smiled. “So what am I facing here? The file I had didn't go into detail about it.”

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Dark clouds always hung low around the Nightmare mansion, which gave the place an ominous atmosphere. Gnarled trees around the property cast frightening shadows on the grey stone walls of the mansion. Headstones, some with unreadable inscriptions, lined the front yard like warnings to keep visitors away.

As David made his way to the front porch of the building, he heard someone shoveling nearby. He looked around and saw the silhouette of a tall, thin man shoveling away at the far corner of the property. He couldn't tell if the man was digging up a grave or preparing a new one. David quickly dismissed the thought and proceeded to knock on the ornate front door of the mansion.

The door slowly creaked open, and David was greeted by a short fellow wearing a top hat with red and white stripes. He looked like a performer in the Freaks circus, but his pale skin told otherwise. He was wearing a jester outfit and carried a bag. A sinister smile ran across his face. David knew the man as Candy Jack.

“It’s good to see you again, Master David,” greeted Candy Jack as he ushered David in. “Would you like some candy?” Candy Jack took out a handful of treats from his bag and offered them to the guest.

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So, Grave Lie...

Would you please list the things that are "mentally allowed" in this thread in your opinion? Especially "Fanfic adhering to subject" or "Fanfic written by Grave Lie" - reminding this is public open discussion board?]]>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 09:06:27 GMT
“Well, yeah, but we’re very busy this time of year. So, how about it?”

“Alright, I guess… I just have to tour her around the guilds, right?”

“Yes, that’s it, and maybe give her some survival tips since she looks like a newbie,” said David as they walked towards the bench.

“Hello, again. This is -Grave Lie-. He will give you a tour of the guilds,” introduced David.

“Hi, my name’s Melody,” she said, shaking Grave’s hand. “Nice to meet you, and thanks again for pointing me to the UR Staff earlier.”

“Wait, so you two already met? But you said you met no one but creeps earlier. Does that mean Grave here is a creep, too?” asked David in mocked bewilderment.

“Wait, no!” exclaimed Melody, blushing. “I didn’t mean… He wasn’t-“

“Just kidding,” laughed David. Melody reddened even more. “Anyway, let her rest a bit before you go off, okay?” David said to Grave. “She almost fainted earlier. The lobby was terribly crowded.”

“Sure,” Grave nodded, seating himself on the other end of the bench.

“Well, I’m off. Have fun, you two.” David turned and started walking away. The last things he heard before getting out of earshot was Grave asking whether she really told David that he was creep, and Melody frantically explaining.

(tbc)]]>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 07:11:10 GMTDeepEnd: You have a nice idea going on there. Why not make your own fanfic (preferably on a separate thread)? Please don't mislead the readers by posting something like "... cuts to the page 162 ..." since they may expect your post to be an actual part of my fanfic. Thanks for the comment though. At least I know you read some parts of it. ]]>Sun, 12 Aug 2012 06:58:49 GMTStormWhisper though, regarding her event... Same IP address... Siblings, perhaps?”

“Yeah, it was a long time ago. Before she became a writer for a magazine, if I recall correctly. I didn’t know the Staff recorded those petty things.” Grave said as he tried to peek at the records.

“You’d be surprised. Anyway, do you see that girl over there? She’s looking for a guild. I want you to give her a tour of the guilds since I’m preoccupied,” said David.

“The girl on the bench?” asked Grave. “She could ask anyone. I’m sure any guild would like to-“

“I said the same thing,” chuckled David. “But when she did try to ask around, they just flirted with her.”

“Oh… Well, it can’t be helped.” Grave shrugged. “She is pretty, and there are a lot of… indecent players around.”

“So, are you going to help her out?”

“What makes you think I would really tour her around the guilds and not ditch her somewhere, or even worse, hit on her like those other players?”

“Well, your records are clean, and you didn’t immediately pounce on her when you saw her. I’ve also heard a little about you from some notable players and they seem to hold you in high esteem.”

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