yaoistorys allowed öô?
scare the pants off sounds good :whistle:

yaoistorys allowed öô?
scare the pants off sounds good :whistle:

Not pornographic stories. just a scary story. lol

IGN: Color
The October 31st Curse

"Hell Raised Above Me,Come Forth the Fear I See"
"Black Cats Surrounds Me, From Near Or Far I May See"
"Reach Out The Dead Of No One Who Speaks, Claim Your prize from With In Me I Dare You Please"
"Speak of the Devil, COME TO ME"

WHO EVER READ THIS YOU ARE CURSED
(=!!!HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!! =)

B-but I have NaNo this month... :unsure: /tries anyway XD

Also, what about violence? At the very least, can we imply about it? hmy:
EDIT: Also, can we include original characters/other players? XD

Violence is fine and additional characters are fine

:S What if we don't know anything about the Admins and GMs? Can you give a little description of them? :huh:
I've been here for about 2 ish months and the GM I've spoken to most is Sunrise and he seems nice lol :blink: I can't picture him in a scary scenario :unsure:

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:S What if we don't know anything about the Admins and GMs? Can you give a little description of them? :huh:
I've been here for about 2 ish months and the GM I've spoken to most is Sunrise and he seems nice lol :blink: I can't picture him in a scary scenario :unsure:

Sedy - Scary, good guy, Genius-ish (trololololo), the King of our server... He's papa sedy!
Galadriel - Motherly, Kind, fair, executioner,can be very scary and can eat you alive... Mama Gala
Darcel - pervert, old fart, all around nice guy, makes cakes. HEY I'M NOT PERVERTED JUST VERY SPOKEN AND HONEST. LOL AND OLD FART!!!(WE'RE BOTH 21) LOL!!!
Sunrise - Kind, generous, loving, sweet, takes care of the little guys.
Atoli - Idk, I don't see him much. Oh I know Invisible! I'll fill in here. Atoli he is a very down to earth guy who likes to do events (when active) and likes to chat with people but can be shy.
Coffee - The Girl (I don't know how to describe myself... psh) I'm a scaredy cat? :x
Coffee is a joker and can be nice and sweet but fierce if pushed but also a punk. LOL
Edit: adds things :P If I catch you editing my post, Darcy, I'll come around to haunt you ^^

Hey! I'm not those things! /sulk

Yea he's definitely not a genius. Guys can't be geniuses. :P

Oh and I thought my nickname was scary bitch. You make me sound too nice Coffee! MUHAHAAAA! But I guess I can bite your heads off and eat you alive, true that.

Anyway, funny event!

:S What if we don't know anything about the Admins and GMs? Can you give a little description of them? :huh:
I've been here for about 2 ish months and the GM I've spoken to most is Sunrise and he seems nice lol :blink: I can't picture him in a scary scenario :unsure:

Sedy - Scary, good guy, Genius, the King of our server... He's papa sedy!
Galadriel - Motherly, Kind, fair, and can eat you alive... Mama Gala
Darcel - pervert, old fart, all around nice guy, makes cakes
Sunrise - Kind, generous, loving, sweet, takes care of the little guys.
Atoli - Idk, I don't see him much. Oh I know Invisible!
Coffee - The Girl (I don't know how to describe myself... psh) I'm a scaredy cat? :x

Edit: adds things :P If I catch you editing my post, Darcy, I'll come around to haunt you ^^

Yay thanks for this (hadn't been in ns too long myself)

Also if it's not too much I'd ask for screenshots of their in-game avatars (since the only one I've seen so far is Darcel) I can't believe I asked this @.@

Corrected Coffee's post. trololololol

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:S What if we don't know anything about the Admins and GMs? Can you give a little description of them? :huh:
I've been here for about 2 ish months and the GM I've spoken to most is Sunrise and he seems nice lol :blink: I can't picture him in a scary scenario :unsure:

Sedy - Scary, good guy, Genius-ish (trololololo), the King of our server... He's papa sedy!
Galadriel - Motherly, Kind, fair, executioner,can be very scary and can eat you alive... Mama Gala
Darcel - pervert, old fart, all around nice guy, makes cakes. HEY I'M NOT PERVERTED JUST VERY SPOKEN AND HONEST. LOL AND OLD FART!!!(WE'RE BOTH 21) LOL!!!
Sunrise - Kind, generous, loving, sweet, takes care of the little guys.
Atoli - Idk, I don't see him much. Oh I know Invisible! I'll fill in here. Atoli he is a very down to earth guy who likes to do events (when active) and likes to chat with people but can be shy.
Coffee - The Girl (I don't know how to describe myself... psh) I'm a scaredy cat? :x
Coffee is a joker and can be nice and sweet but fierce if pushed but also a punk. LOL
Edit: adds things :P If I catch you editing my post, Darcy, I'll come around to haunt you ^^

Fine Darcy :P I accept the corrections. Psh.... :dry: :huh: hmy: :unsure: :angry: :lol: Thank you....

Edit: And let me remind you of an incident long ago in a forest with you... HAHAHAHA Pervert indeed.

That is buried history. so shhhhh

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:S What if we don't know anything about the Admins and GMs? Can you give a little description of them? :huh:
I've been here for about 2 ish months and the GM I've spoken to most is Sunrise and he seems nice lol :blink: I can't picture him in a scary scenario :unsure:

Sedy - Scary, good guy, Genius-ish (trololololo), the King of our server... He's papa sedy!
Galadriel - Motherly, Kind, fair, executioner,can be very scary and can eat you alive... Mama Gala
Darcel - pervert, old fart, all around nice guy, makes cakes. HEY I'M NOT PERVERTED JUST VERY SPOKEN AND HONEST. LOL AND OLD FART!!!(WE'RE BOTH 21) LOL!!!
Sunrise - Kind, generous, loving, sweet, takes care of the little guys.
Atoli - Idk, I don't see him much. Oh I know Invisible! I'll fill in here. Atoli he is a very down to earth guy who likes to do events (when active) and likes to chat with people but can be shy.
Coffee - The Girl (I don't know how to describe myself... psh) I'm a scaredy cat? :x
Coffee is a joker and can be nice and sweet but fierce if pushed but also a punk. LOL
Edit: adds things :P If I catch you editing my post, Darcy, I'll come around to haunt you ^^

Fine Darcy :P I accept the corrections. Psh.... :dry: :huh: hmy: :unsure: :angry: :lol: Thank you....

Edit: And let me remind you of an incident long ago in a forest with you... HAHAHAHA Pervert indeed.

Thank you :3 I love how well the Admins and GMs get along,
One last thing what classes do the Admins & Atoli play? I know Sunrise and Darcel are Warlocks and Coffee is a Merc? If I remember correct xD

Forgot to ask:
Does the story needa be in Iris environment?
Or can it be sthg more real life too? Like including the gms n all...but as rl ppl not as players öô

@Kinan
Galadriel- Sage
Sedy- Gladiator
Atoli- Warlock

@Linn
It can be either iris or another enviroment

Ok, hope u like it X: got a bit long ^-^

It was a silent, dark night. The moon was hidden behind dark clouds and you could barely see your hands. So it wasn't very surprising, that the two people in the house lightend there room with many candles. It was going to be a quiet Halloween night, no celebrating, no decorations, only the two of them.
The table was set and the meal was already serverd. They ate in silence and only looked into each others eyes now and than. "This food is delicious!" Sedy said to his wife Galadriel and continued to eat. She just thanked him with a small smile and looked out of the window worriedly. Something seemed to be off. When she couldn't see anythign she just shrugged and drank some wine.

Outside the walls, in the cold night, a lonely figure breathed silently. He looked intensly at the couple. A smile was creeping up his face. He hoped they enjoyed there food. It certainly would be the last for them.
Sedy was feeling a bit lightheaded, why he didn't know. The winebottle was still almost full, so he couldnt be drunk. He looked at his love and could see she looked a bit dazed too. He opend his mouth to say something but suddenly his world went dark.

The figure outside the house laughed out loudly now. His plan was working. The food was poisoned with sleeppills, so he only had to wait until it started to work. He hammered onto the window until it broke down and than he went into the house. He kicked Sedy into his stomach "There you asshole, thats what you deserve."
When she was waking up, her head seemed to split any moment. The headache was the worst she ever had. Galadriel groaned and tryed to touch her head with her hand, but realized they were bound. "Awake, little girl?" She heared someone ask. "What do you want?" She spat out.

"All I want, all I need is for you two to hurt. You should hurt more, than you both hurt my precious Coffee!" With this he took one candle and held it under Galadriels bound left hand. He cackled with joy when he heard her cry out and could smell the burning flesh.

Sedy woke up to the cry of his wife. With surprise he realized, he could not move. "Galadriel" He screamed. But the only answer he got was "Shut up!" With all his might Sedy tried to remember, where he knew that voice from. Startled he looked up. "Realized it?" A hand came down on his face. "You are the reason my Coffee is as cold as she is now." "I dind't do anything to her" Sedy answered. " And you know it pretty well too Atoli".

"It is your fault and you know it" Atoli screamed madly. He took out a knife and rammed it into Sedys left leg, enjoying the screams he heard from him. "Your fault and you will pay for it!" Slowly he took the knife out, and pressed his hand into the open wound. "Your blood will leave your body today and you can't do anything". Atolis fingers where full of Sedys blood now. He put one finger into his mouth and tasted the blood. "Fresh blood always tastes best. Dont you agree Galadriel?" With this words he went to her and kissed her, with his bloddy lips.
Galadriel wouldn't have anything of it and bit down hard on Atolis lips. He cryed out and slaped her, but this was worth it. "Bitch" he screamed, tasting his own blood now. His eyes went crazy. "You will die for this!".

Darcel and Sunrise were going to there friends house. They wanted to tell them something. Finally they were together as a couple. They were happily holding hands and Darcel kissed Sunrise. "Don't worry, it will be fine". He said and rang the bell on Sedys and Galadriels house. When noone answered after some time, Darcel shouted out "We know you two are here, so open the door. We wont leave"

Atoli was annoyed to say the least. This voice at the door disturbed him. He pulled out the gun, he always took with him and went to open the door. Galadriel and Sedy screamed loudely "NOOOOOO!" Because they recognised the voice of there best friend. But it was too late for them. The door was already opened and Atoli held the gun in front of Darcels face. Before anyone could say something, the bullet hit Darcel's head and his body fell down right on the spot.

Sunrise cried out when he saw his lover sink down. He reached out to touch him, to save him, but his mind said it was too late. He sat on the ground, the body of his dead lover in his arms. He looked up at the murderer with tears in his eyes "Why?" he screamed.

Atoli just looked at the person infront of him. "Your timing isn't the best" Was all the answer Sunrise got, before a bullet hit his head too and his body sunk down on his lover. "Now back to my task" Atoli whispered and turned to look at a criening Galadriel and an angry Sedy. "Time to play" he said with a grin.

He took his knife again and went to Galadriel. "You are beautiful, you know?" he asked and the knife carved deep lines into Galadriels face. "So beautiful" His tongue darted out and licked the blood dripping of the newly made wounds. "So i'm sad to tell you, you will die now!" With this words, he pushed the knife into Galadriels heart. Droplets of blood driped of her mouth, only a silent "I love you Sedy" escaping, before her body went silent.
Sedy couldn't fathom it. The love of his life just died infront of him and he couldn't do anything. Was bound, was wounded. Some lonely tears escaped his eyes and he shouted to the crazy person before him "Your sick, you killed these innocent people. Whatever for? They didn't do anything to you!"

"No they didn't, but you hurt my Coffee. They just happend to be in my way" Smiling silently Atoli went to Sedy. The knife with the blood of Galadriel in his hands. "Now, it's your turn little boy!" Laughing loudly, he cut of one of Sedys fingers and bathed in the screams of pain. He threw the finger on the plate with the leftover food from earlier. More screams where heard for the next minutes and the plate filled with a cut off finger after finger.
"Such a lovely meal. Don't you think?" Atoli asked a nearly incoherent Sedy. "Want to taste it?" He shoved one bloody finger into Sedys mouth.

All Sedy could do was spit it out, coughing badly. His mind had shut down. His wife was dead, his best friends were dead. He wouldn't live through this torture.

"Gave up, little boy?" Atoli asked. "Maybe its time to finish this than." He pulled out a small vial from his poket and poured it over Sedys face. "Have fun with your new life little boy. If you will live through this, that is" Laughing insanly Atoli left the house, letting the accid work its way and destroying Sedys face.
A short time later, Atoli went into a building and opend the door to there flat. Coffee already was in her bed, so he kissed her and went to sleep, a happy smile on his face.

I love it

Here it goes, my story. its based on true events from my life. enjoy!

I was about 17 years old and lived in St.Paul, Minnesota where it was cold and snowy in winters while it was hot and sunny during the summers. Two of my brothers and I shared a room. On a cold night one of my brother, Journey who came home from a long night from his girlfriends house somehow brought "something" else with him home. In my religion we believe in spirits and ghost, we call it shamanism. During that night he woke up around 2 or 3 in the morning because his nose was bleeding. He rushed into the bathroom and rinse it off. While he was in there he said he felt something cold, like a breeze went past behind him. He got scared and ran his ass back into our room that we both shared. He jumped onto the top bunk bed that we both slept on and woke me up and told me what had happened. I was too tired so I just went back to sleep. I woke up probably an hour after and saw some little girl sitting in front of my fish tank. Her back was faced me and while I stared at it in my mind I thought, I don't have a little sister nor do I have any little girl living in my house. I got freaked out. As I was about to go switch on the lights I can see her head turning slowly towards my way. Exactly when I saw that I went directly under my blanket and turned the other way. My mind was blank of ideas and all I could hear was my own heartbeat. While i was turned away, moments later my bed started to shake. It felt like someone was rocking my bed back and forth at the end of my bed. I dared not to look of who it was and tried my best to ignore it. After that night I was freaked out. But what sucks was that I saw it again a few days after. Now in front of my other brother, Kou who was sleeping across from my bunk bed. She was sitting there, facing towards him. As soon as I saw it I went back under my blanket sheet. While I was under there I peaked a hole to see if it was real and that was when "it" started scratch its head. That just scared the shit out of me that night. I closed my eyes tightly and as I knew it I woke up and it was morning. That was when I told my parents and did a ritual to get rid of the evil spirit.

That's my story that happened to me, hope you all liked it and gave ya the chillz

IGN: BamXBam

Here it goes, my story. its based on true events from my life. enjoy!

I was about 17 years old and lived in St.Paul, Minnesota where it was cold and snowy in winters while it was hot and sunny during the summers. Two of my brothers and I shared a room. On a cold night one of my brother, Journey who came home from a long night from his girlfriends house somehow brought "something" else with him home. In my religion we believe in spirits and ghost, we call it shamanism. During that night he woke up around 2 or 3 in the morning because his nose was bleeding. He rushed into the bathroom and rinse it off. While he was in there he said he felt something cold, like a breeze went past behind him. He got scared and ran his ass back into our room that we both shared. He jumped onto the top bunk bed that we both slept on and woke me up and told me what had happened. I was too tired so I just went back to sleep. I woke up probably an hour after and saw some little girl sitting in front of my fish tank. Her back was faced me and while I stared at it in my mind I thought, I don't have a little sister nor do I have any little girl living in my house. I got freaked out. As I was about to go switch on the lights I can see her head turning slowly towards my way. Exactly when I saw that I went directly under my blanket and turned the other way. My mind was blank of ideas and all I could hear was my own heartbeat. While i was turned away, moments later my bed started to shake. It felt like someone was rocking my bed back and forth at the end of my bed. I dared not to look of who it was and tried my best to ignore it. After that night I was freaked out. But what sucks was that I saw it again a few days after. Now in front of my other brother, Kou who was sleeping across from my bunk bed. She was sitting there, facing towards him. As soon as I saw it I went back under my blanket sheet. While I was under there I peaked a hole to see if it was real and that was when "it" started scratch its head. That just scared the shit out of me that night. I closed my eyes tightly and as I knew it I woke up and it was morning. That was when I told my parents and did a ritual to get rid of the evil spirit.

That's my story that happened to me, hope you all liked it and gave ya the chillz

Shamanism. Very Cool

haha supposely it would be called animism but i dont like that word

Animism is the belief that there are spirits in everything. So trees and rocks and so forth have spirits in them.

yeah we believe in that stuff too.

and all’s right with the world
by jadedair

It’s supposed to be a game.

Atoli isn’t supposed to fall over dead with just three slashes from a mercenary.

For that matter, it’s far too soon to be lying bloodied on the snow.

His consciousness ebbs, and his vision of the cloudy sky soon fogs at the sides. Just like a dream, Darcel thinks faintly. Yes, it’s all a dream.

He’ll wake up soon enough.

+++

“Darcel?”

Darcel blinks, stars across his sight. His consciousness wavers, ripples. He shakes his head furiously, the whiteness turning into something more familiar. Rocks and snow, the cluster of dead trees ahead.

Atoli stands beside him, curious and quiet. “Something wrong?”

The warlock game master pauses, looks around. Frozen Nest is the land of unchanging winter, one of the bleak battlegrounds for warriors old and new, locked in whiteness --

His spells aren’t doing enough damage, Darcel thinks desperately. His attackers are pushed back, but it isn’t enough. They keep coming, inching their way towards him. His magic has turned snow into slush, and it’s slowly turning red. His arms sag from the weight of his staff, cuts and burns through the armor.

Why? What’s happening?

“Atoli!” He searches for a pair of golden wings. “Where are --”

A white flash blinds him, crackles through his skin and bone. Time stands still, and a broad blade cuts through the whirl of lights and steel, descending swiftly upon his head.

“Darcel, are you feeling sick?” Atoli’s voice calls him back from visions of red snow and steel storms. “We can call off the event if you like.”

“No, no,” Darcel replies, waving off Atoli’s monotone concern. “I guess it’s just the stress getting to me. I’m fine. Coffee and Sunrise are in their places already.” The warriors should be here already, but perhaps they are taking their time organizing themselves. “We’ve just declared war on the whole of Arcana. What kind of game master would back out on that?”

Maybe he should talk to Galadriel and Sedy about it. He’s been working too much that he’s having ridiculous waking dreams of death. A game master cannot die. Not like the way mortals do.

Atoli’s gaze is unreadable, and it’s a relief when he finally looks away. “As you wish.”

+++

A distant part of him muses that he should be making a pun on lightheaded, with the almost-scalping he just earned, but he is way too delirious with pain to care.

They leave him on the snow to die, and now Atoli stands alone against them.

Make it end, Darcel prays, with the clarity of one in a fever dream. Many times he has fallen as a game master, only to stand up again without pain nor injury, but this -- this feels like a mortal’s death. All loneliness and cold and throbbing pain, an encroaching darkness without the promise of waking.

Snow begins to fall. Atoli’s wings -- large and golden, woven with air and light -- flicker out.

Darcel shuts his eyes and tries not to listen to the sound of shredded flesh.

+++

“Darcel?”

Darcel blinks, stars across his sight. His consciousness wavers, ripples. He shakes his head furiously, the whiteness turning into something more familiar. Rocks and snow, the cluster of dead trees ahead.

Coffee stares owlishly at him. “Hey, are you alright?”

Atoli is dead, and he didn’t even make a sound.

“Atoli,” Darcel gasps, wildly turning around. Frozen Nest stretches white and empty around them, but at the edges of his consciousness it seeps red, full of faceless warriors. “Where’s Atoli?”

“He switched places with me,” Coffee answers, incredulous that he even asked. “He just teleported a while ago to Sunrise’s location. Don’t you remember?”

Is that supposed to happen? Darcel pauses, attempts to grasp the situation. It comes in bits and pieces -- the challenge to the warriors of Arcana, the short planning session with the rest of the game masters, Sunrise waving goodbye before teleporting. Something is amiss, he knows. Something surreal and wrong. For one thing, his mind keeps telling him that Coffee isn’t supposed to be with him.

“You know, I think you should take a break,” she continues, tone laced with genuine concern. “You’re staying in Arcana for far too long these days. It can’t be good. The three of us can handle this just fine.”

“I’m --” Saying ‘I’m alright’ sounds like a lie, but how do you explain phantom visions? Coffee would only laugh at him. He touches his head, relieved that it’s whole despite himself. “I’m fine, Coffee. I just can’t back out of this all of a sudden.” He pauses, breathes deeply, willing his nervousness to recede. “I’m going to talk with Gala after this though. Maybe I should really take a break.”

“Yeah, bake some more cakes,” Coffee says with a laugh. Her expression turning more serious, she adds, “You’re taking your job far too seriously these days. Remember what Gala and Sedy told us when we first started?”

It takes Darcel a few moments to remember. It was so long ago, when he was just a newly-minted game master, fresh from the ranks of the warriors. “It’s all just a game.”

Coffee grins at him. “So liven up. We can’t die, so what’s there to do but to enjoy our time?”

Darcel tries to emulate her cheerfulness, but at the same time he thinks there’s something wrong with the thought.

It’s all just a game.

+++

“I can’t see your wings,” Coffee mutters, eyes wide with a primal fear that Darcel has never known to exist. “Darcel, please tell me I still have my wings.”

He contemplates a gentle lie, but he decides against it. He shakes his head sadly.

At a distance, the sounds of feet sinking into the snow move ever close.

“What’s happening?” She asks hoarsely, breaking the brittle silence. “I don’t understand.”

Around him the ground turns red, his leg numbing from a dagger’s slash, both arms trying to keep his entrails to where they belong. The rocks cannot hide them forever. “I don’t know.”

“What’s happening?!” Coffee repeats, more insistently, desperately. Hope and sanity slipping away at every breath. "Why are our powers gone? Why are the warriors aren’t stopping? Why aren’t they listening to us?"

“I don’t know.” It frustrates him to give the same useless answer, but he knows no other. This is the truth of their situation, and not even the pain clouding his mind could efface the fact. When was the last time this happened? He wonders distractedly, eyes tracing the path of a lone snowflake in the air. When was the last time I died and felt it?

Coffee’s giggling breaks into his thoughts, shatters the haze. He wants to tell her to keep it quiet, but he is too weak for that. Pain is -- exhausting.

“Game masters can’t die, right?” She tells him in-between giggles. Her shaking hands are wrapped tight around the hilts of her swords, blood on the blades. “This is a joke and we’re stupid for hiding like this. We can’t die. This --” She clumsily motions at their wounds, at the desolate landscape, the approaching pursuers. “This is nothing.”

“Yeah,” Darcel agrees feebly, his answer more of a thick bloody breath than actual words. “We can’t -- die.” There is a bit of solace in the lie. “This is just a dream.”

“A dream.” The mercenary game master earnestly bobs her head, her gaze faraway. “A game and a dream. Yes.” Her face hardens with an idea, a last burst of liveliness.

“Coffee--?”

For a moment, Coffee regains herself, offers Darcel a lucid smile. “It’s time to wake up, Darcel.”

He attempts to reach out to her, to hold her arm or anything to stop her, but fear and cold has frozen his body. She rises from her position, beyond the cover of the rock, exposing herself to the open. A gunshot pierces the howls of the wind, and she crumples into the snow.

Darcel feels the heavy weight of steel against the side of his head.

I’m going to wake up too, Coffee.

Bang.

+++

“Darcel?”

Darcel blinks, stars across his sight. His consciousness wavers, ripples. He shakes his head furiously, the whiteness turning into something more familiar. Rocks and snow, the cluster of dead trees ahead.

“You sure you can do this Darce?” Sunrise asks with a worried frown. “You spaced out for quite a while there.”

“Wait --” A different person each time? He instinctively looks down to his leg and sees it whole, without the slash that exposed bone. “Why are you here?”

Sunrise lightly bops him on the head with his staff. In another time Darcel would have retaliate, but his mind is still numb from shock. “Of course I’m here. Atoli and Coffee are on the other side of Frozen Nest already.” When Darcel does nothing but to continue looking at him dumbly, he scratches the back of his head and adds, “Seriously -- do you feel sick or anything? Did I hit you too hard? You’re looking kinda pale.”

Atoli falls, five different swords through his chest.

Coffee lies still in the snow, a bullet through her head.

Sunrise still has his wings. Darcel looks over his shoulder and sees his flapping idly. He sighs in relief.

“We’re calling it off,” he says shakily. He doesn't understand what’s happening and he is beginning to doubt his sanity, but he is sure that the memories are real. So are the phantom pain and fear pulsing beneath his skin. “Sunrise, announce it to the rest of Arcana. We’re stopping this event.”

The other warlock stares at him in disbelief. “Are you crazy? Raids and parties have been called across the continent, and we’re just going to call it off like that? I thought we agreed to this event because everyone’s bored out of their minds!” When Darcel doesn't answer, he adds incredulously, “This was your idea, Darcel!”

“It’s a bad idea.” He checks his wings again, breathes deeply that they remain. Every second counts -- he doesn't know when they will disappear. “Contact Atoli and Coffee --”

“Darce, I don’t mind stopping this event if you only tell me why --”

“Just tell Atoli and Coffee to get the hell outta here, dammit! Listen to me!” He’ll do it himself, he will leave in a flash while his powers are still intact, but his thoughts are racing, and nothing makes sense. Too distracted, too scared. The memory of lightning and the blade on his head, the dagger piercing flesh and bone. He shivers.

How does one explain repetition and memory and death?

When it’s clear that Sunrise -- stubborn, foolish Sunrise -- would not do anything without the explanation he demands, Darcel swears loudly and prepares to teleport to Atoli and Coffee’s location. “Fine, Sunrise, I’ll do it myself! Just go!”

An ice shard whizzes past his face from behind. It cuts Darcel’s face and barely misses Sunrise’s ear. The former's blood chills; the latter grins with anticipation.

As Sunrise moves forward, staff in hand, his wings flicker out.

+++

Darcel thinks it’s the same rock with Coffee (a lifetime ago?), therefore he is sure that they will be discovered soon.

Nevertheless, he has enough time to tell Sunrise a story.

There was a warlock who woke up in a snow field.

There was a person with him, someone he knew.

Soon after, a crowd of familiar people approached and killed them.

“The end?” Sunrise breathes out, grinning despite the burns on his arm, deep gouges on everywhere else. Darcel tries not to gag from the smell of burnt flesh.

“No. The warlock woke up again in the snow field. There was a person with him, someone he knew.” He pauses, thinks of Atoli and Coffee. Without his powers as a game master, he couldn't sense them. Darcel has never felt so hollow, so -- so helpless. So afraid. “But it wasn’t the same person from before.”

“What -- what happened next?”

“A crowd of familiar people came and killed them.”

Sunrise laughs, a thick wet noise from his throat. His teeth flash red. “What a -- what a boring story.”

“I’m sorry.” Darcel swallows, attempts to organize his thoughts. All he could think of is that ‘Sunrise is dying.’

Where to go?

What to do?

“Chill. It’s not -- it’s not your fault.” He laughs again, fainter this time, and Darcel forces himself to listen. “Heh. I’m dying. Forgot -- how it feels like.”

Darcel wants to lie down, to will himself to sleep and wake up. Sunrise will bop him in the head, Coffee will call him an old man and Atoli will try not to get involved. Then the warriors will come and it’s going to be a great sport, because no one will die, not permanently, because that’s the blessing of the warriors and the game masters. The warriors will feel pain, yes, but game masters are above that. There's no need to worry, and life will go on.

Somehow, he knows that these things would not happen.

They will never happen.

Sunrise makes a sound beside him. Maybe it’s an attempt to laugh -- it ends up as a thick glob of red dribbling from his mouth. “Hey, if -- this -- this repeats -- try to do it -- right -- next time, Darce.” Sunrise hangs his head low, his remaining good eye closing. “Just gonna sleep for a bit --”

“Yeah,” Darcel manages to choke out. “I’ll try.”

Sunrise doesn’t respond.

Eventually, after a long lonely while, Darcel stands up. The winds rise in speed, becoming cries in his ears. His vision whitens out from the flurry of snow, but his mind remains clear.

He manages one last Meteor spell before a shield smashes into his face. He blanks out, inhaling and tasting blood, but he knows what comes next.

I have to make this stop.

+++

“Darcel?”

Darcel blinks, stars across his sight. His consciousness wavers, ripples. He shakes his head furiously, the whiteness turning into something more familiar. Rocks and snow, the cluster of dead trees ahead.

Atoli stands beside him, curious and quiet. “Something wrong?”

His friends dead in the snow. Blades and bullets and burns.

He grabs Atoli’s arm, feels his wings beat furiously. He still has time. “Let’s go to where Coffee and Sunrise are.”

“Why?”

“Don’t ask!” He has a vague sense of where they could be -- somewhere south, near the road leading to the frozen lake. His wings flutter again, a dance of lights. He still has power. He still has time. “C’mon, Atoli!” The swirl of teleportation magic hovers above them, bright against the ashen sky.

The other warlock regards him with weariness. “There’s no use.”

The magic flares, signaling its near-completion. The surroundings begin to blur and fade into a nondescript gray. His thoughts race along with the melting scenery. “What do you mean?”

“This is just a game, Darcel.” Atoli sighs, and for a moment, before the magic swallows them both, he sees the despair on the stoic game master’s face. “You’ll see.”

+++

This time, they are together.

Lying in the snow, staining it red.

Just as suddenly as they have come, as wordlessly as they have attacked, the warriors of Arcana retreat once they have perceived their mission to be over.

“They kept me alive,” Darcel says with a half-hysterical chuckle. “Even for just a little while.” He couldn’t feel his legs, and his left shoulder had been filled with bullets. But he is alive. He will die soon enough, but he is alive for the meantime.

“Coffee?”

No answer.

“Sunrise?”

Silence.

I’m going to die staring at a boring cloudy sky. And it’s better that way. He has to thank the person who knocked him flat on his back. Dying sideways would have been hellish for his injured shoulder. Better to stare at the boring cloudy sky than at the mangled corpses of Coffee and Sunrise. He wishes for the winds to rise and roar, to block the echoes of Coffee’s screams as the flames wreathed her, of Sunrise’s last words before a blade found his neck.

Bolts and blades and bullets and burns.

Time to wake up.

Try to do it right next time.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. Again and again he fails. Again and again they are gripped by pain. A sense of impending doom threatens to swallow his consciousness whole. It hurts to do anything. “Atoli, are you --?”

“Yeah.” Atoli’s voice is so weak he has to strain himself to hear. “I’m still -- here. Because they want you to know.”

“They?”

“The ones behind this -- this loop. You’re not the first, Darcel.”

That explains the resigned looks, the unsurprised reactions. Yet there is also budding anger, of enraged disbelief. “S-so -- so this has been happening -- for a long while -- why didn’t you --” He would cry if he has the energy for it, but the little left in him he devotes trying to keep himself lucid. To know and to remember. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I did.” And for the first and last time, Darcel hears Atoli laugh. It sounds hoarse and broken and teetering at the edge, glass-fragile against the winter stillness. “Many, many times. I -- I tried to break free. Alone, or with you all. I-I tried, Darcel.” His laughter turns into something like a sob. “I t-tried so -- so many -- times.”

“There has to be --” It hurts to breathe. It hurts to live. “As long as it -- it restarts -- there has to be a way.”

It hurts to try.

“It’s no use.” Darcel turns his head to Atoli’s direction and sees him grinning, half his face an unrecognizable pulp, blood dripping from swollen lips. “I told you -- it’s just -- it’s just a game --”

+++

“Darcel?”

Darcel blinks, stars across his sight. His consciousness wavers, ripples. He shakes his head furiously, the whiteness turning into something more familiar. Rocks and snow, the cluster of dead trees ahead.

“Oh good,” Galadriel says with an approving smile. “For a moment I was worried.”

Gala! At the moment Darcel dares to hope. If there is someone who could help him -- an authority that transcends the power of the game masters, the power of the world itself -- then it’s Galadriel.

“Gala, what’s happening?” He looks around to see whether a fellow game master is around. There is no one else in sight. If he tries to sense them, they barely register in his mind. Why are they so far away? Are they even here? If no -- then he supposes it’s good news, but he wants to be sure. Somehow, even with Galadriel standing beside him, the situation is -- off. “Where’s -- uh, Atoli? Coffee? Sunrise?”

The sage shrugs. Does that mean she knows nothing of this? “I thought everyone’s going to have an event. The usual ‘kill the game masters’ one.” She laughs. “You even managed to drag me and Sedy into this. I’ll try to be -- ah, gentle. We need to have our fun from time to time.”

For a moment Darcel falters. How do you tell someone, who is practically a goddess, that you mean to stop their ‘fun’?

Bolts and blades and bullets and burns.

I have to try.

“Y-yeah, well --” Darcel sucks in breath to calm himself, glances over his shoulder to see his wings, watches them flutter blue and gold. He looks at Galadriel straight in the eye and inwardly prays he wouldn’t sound crazy. “I want to cancel this event right now.”

The administrator’s eyes widen. “But you sounded so enthusiastic about this earlier.”

“Galadriel, I know this is unbelievable but --” This would have been easier if Atoli is here, but there’s no time. The warriors are coming and history is folding upon itself. No matter the changes, it always ends the same. “Our game master powers disappear and we’re stuck in a loop. A time loop. The warriors come, our powers are taken away, and then the warriors kill us. Then I -- I ‘wake’ up standing here, and it repeats all over again.” His chest beats cold at the sight of Galadriel’s unreadable expression. “Please, Gala. I’m not talking crazy. You could ask Atoli later, but for now --”

“You mean this?” The sage snaps her fingers before smiling indulgently at him. “Darcel, I thought you would have figured it out sooner.”

“W-what --” Cold like crystalisk gems. “What do you mean, Gala?”

“Look behind you.”

He does, obedience trained by respect and habit, and he sees nothing but the dead calm, the frozen landscape. The sharp, biting winds touch his cheeks, stings his eyes. His breath catches.

“My wings --”

“Your powers,” Gala interrupts. “Really Darcel. If Sedy and I are the ones who gave them to you, who do you think could take them away?” She clucks her tongue, sounding like a disappointed teacher. “Atoli didn’t need to have it spelled out to him, and it only took him two repetitions.”

His mouth goes dry and, despite himself, his mind begins to piece everything together. The answers rear their ugly head. “I-I don’t understand.”

“Darcel, I’ve told you before,” Gala tells him, with the patience of a mother to an ignorant child. “This is all just a game. You reign over the mortals, even the reincarnated ones safeguarded from permanent death, but we -- Sedy and I -- reign over you.” She yawns, one slender hand over her mouth. A theatrical move to emphasize a point. “And we’re bored, Darcel.”

It takes a while before her revelations register in the warlock’s mind. It hits him harder than the shield that crushed his head, or the blade that almost tore his leg. “Bored?” He spits out, incredulous and heartbroken and so, so confused. “So you’re doing this -- this time looping -- trapping everyone -- because you’re bored?”

“Yes,” she answers without hesitation, as if it is the most natural thing in the world. “You wouldn’t understand. You’re not like us. Eternity is something you can’t even comprehend. It’s not something you can hate with all your being. When you literally have forever, it gets boring really, really quick.” She walks closer, points a finger to his chest. “Even with the powers we’ve given you, deep down, you’re a mortal just like them.” She gives his body a mild tap, and an electric pain courses through the warlock. He stumbles back groaning, hands madly scrambling over the spot she touched, knees giving out to let him fall into the snow. When he opens his eyes she finds Galadriel standing over him, her gaze devoid of the compassion he used to find in her.

This is a lie, isn’t it? A dream? Even if the pain feels concrete, his heartbeat loud and rapid, his sensations sharp and clear, this must be a dream. This can’t be real.

“We know nothing of mortal things like fear and death and pain. But creatures like you -- mortals, whose nature is to die -- can experience them. They make life interesting. People struggle and do illogical things to avoid what they dread.” She turns away, gestures to their surroundings. “That’s why we put you and the rest in these situations. How do we call it -- ‘thriving in adversity’? Yes, that. It’s very beautiful to watch.”

“This isn’t a game!” He shouts, trying to push himself up, to stand tall and tell her just how twisted she is. Even if she has taken back his powers, even if he stands no chance, he wouldn’t stand for this -- for this madness. “We’re talking about people here! Pain and death -- they’re no games! You have no right to play with our lives like this! ”

And Gala turns to him, her face adorned with a demented grin, her eyes wide with a tyrant’s conviction. “But it is a game, Darcy! You’ve acknowledged it yourself. You’re a game master, remember?” Darcel opens his mouth, but the memory of Coffee’s voice, carefree and distant, comes to the forefront. It's all just a game. “This world is a game because we made it into one. We can do anything we want with it to keep us entertained. We do this because we can.”

“You’re crazy,” Darcel mutters as he shakes his head, his breathing shallow. Either this -- this creature is crazy or he himself has gone down the deep end and he is imagining all of this. “You and Sedy. You’re crazy. No -- wait. Wait!” This is a dream, a lie. “You’re not Galadriel. You’re just screwing with my head! The Gala I know doesn’t talk of this bullshit!”

“Oh Darcy, Darcy,” Galadriel exclaims, clapping her hands in delight. “It’s really worth it to let you know. Atoli’s reaction was boring. When he figured out what’s going on, he just resigned himself to it. You, on the other hand -- I think you’ll fight, no? Until the end. Do it, Darcy.” She smiles at him as if he is some favored, obedient pet. “Keep us entertained for a while longer. But for the meantime --”

Darcel feels something sharp and heavy behind him. He slowly turns around, his blood frosting in his veins, as he finds a familiar face holding a two-hand sword. Sedy grins at him, as if this is a meeting of old friends and this is his way of saying hello.

“Our king would like to have a piece of the action himself.”

+++

“Darcel?”

Darcel blinks, stars across his sight. His consciousness wavers, ripples. He shakes his head furiously, the whiteness turning into something more familiar. Rocks and snow, the cluster of dead trees ahead.

“Geez Darce, get a grip.” It’s Sunrise, and he’s repeatedly tapping the crest of his staff against Darcel’s head. The insistent pain dispels the grogginess, the surreal possibility that this is just a dream. “You feeling alright?”

Keep us entertained.

“The old man is feeling his age,” Coffee says with a mischievous giggle. “Don’t you think so, Atoli?”

Atoli makes a noncommittal sound as a response.

Darcel looks at each of them and begins to laugh, sinking to his knees in the snow. His wings beat at every intake of breath, feathers raining down around him. He laughs until tears roll down his face.

Sunrise stares at him, apprehensive at his sudden change of demeanor. “H-hey, Darce? What’s up with you?” Even Coffee looks disturbed, unable to quip anything witty or funny.

“O-oh, nothing, nothing.” Only Atoli looks on, impassive. Understanding. “This -- this just won’t end anytime soon, right?”

“What are you talking about?” Sunrise asks, growing more alarmed, the same time Coffee exclaims, “Darcel, tell us what’s the problem!”

“Nothing.” Darcel braces himself against the snow, watches his hands sink into the whiteness. He could feel their heavy gazes and Atoli’s unspoken sympathy.

“Nothing at all.”

+++

“So, who’s next?”

“Coffee? Sunrise? Or do we reset Atoli and let Darcel retain his memories?”

“The last one sounds interesting.”

“Although controlling the mortals to kill them -- it’s easy, yes, and it makes for a variety of deaths, but it will get boring after a while.”

“What do you suggest then?”

A pause. “Hm, why don’t we make them kill each other?”

Laughter rings throughout the white, empty space.

“That’s a good idea, Sedy.”

+++

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IGN: Tyfainne

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[li]I wish that word count was joking...[/li]
[li]A segment of this is dedicated to Alexae. This is soooo your fault. :silly: [/li]
[li]Massive, massive creative license employed. I'm sorry if I offended anyone! [/li]
[li]I don't think it even makes sense...[/li]
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*SPEECHLESS*

IGN:Cosinys

Halloween nightmare for NoScrabers


There is nothing worse for a player than an angry GM....
In the main point of the city was a huge pile of dead bodies, the characters were running in panic from a huge muscular beast, similar to anabolic pump the cat, who fumed and raged everybody with claws and teeth. Everywhere were heard shouts and loud cry, but not a drop of pity it did not cause from GM Darcel, who watched all this with a satisfied smile, directing his beast to the point of the next gathering of people.


3 days ago ....

"Yes, Sedy.Okay Sedy.Event goes well,I like the idea with candies.Okay,bye."Little annoyed Galadriel turned off the phone and took a cup of coffee,she went for her table.In 3 days Halloween and GMs as usual were working on new costumes, events and other entertainment for players.Sedy was very excited because he wanted to do the best Halloween ever was in this year.But Galadriel already tired from all this and wanted to go in vacanion because she already can’t endure eternal letters and complaints from players, ban people and other problems . She sat down at her computer,the messages was more than usual and she patiently began to read each and reply to them.
After 4 hours GM saw that messages were still many,even if she worked hard.Eyes were ache, coffee has ended long ago, and the complaints of players were still very much.She wanted just fall on the table and die. "Another request is considered, this is already was here.A banned and he wants to return the account? Oh, no, do not deserve it." was indignant Gala quietly, quickly gaining messages.She was working all night,to do everything in time, but by the morning all strength left her.After another snotty complaints about killing Gala’s brain just puffed,her body started to shake, and ears started bleeding.She loose consciousness, fell on the table and “turned off”.

Sedy was knocking on the door a long time before opened it’s with his key.Gala did not answer his calls all day.He went through a narrow hallway to her room.When Sedy saw her lying on the table with open eyes he was seriously scared and tried to awake her.Quietly muttered something Gala slipped from his hands and began to snore at the floor.Sighed Sedy left her bed and went to read messages.What he saw just infuriated him.With quick movement of hand, he opened the phone and dialed the number of Atoli. "Gather everybody in my place this year Halloween our players will remember for a long time." .

Each of GMs this time has it’s own work. In this day Sedy update the game and was waiting the reaction of players.People logged in and just fall from their chairs "This horrible font, I can not see!" they cried loudly. After 10 mins of the game their eyes started bleeding, but a strong dependence did not give them a chance to turn off their favorite game and they kept writhing agony, begging GMs to help.Lisk was enhanced by 3 times, and when at last with 3 parties and a bunch of donators people were able to kill him, they saw that all that he looted was fairy powder. Yes, yes, the usual fairi powder.Some people went to die on their own, others simply left lying unconscious there.Survive players were quietly hiding in the town.

Other GMs were divided into 2 groups: Atoli and Coffee were banning anyone who spoke a word disturbance or a complaint and didn’t let them disturb Sedy and Darсel, Sunrise also was spawning many mobs which killed leveling players and Sunrise was very happy to watch it.
Evening was the Darcel’s time,when he went to the town he noticed that half players still come back, despite the fact that Sedy more mutilated font and design, noone have normal loot for a whole day,and he even reduced characteristics of players and made ​​negative buffs on the speed and all the features.
"It's my time" - thought Darcel and raised his staff.
“-Now come in this cold dark night all the underground creatures of the world.You will regret, that you were born into the world, when you see our new monsters.
With that words under the ground began appear creatures that have never seen the world of Noscrubs.With one hand, two-headed, all very different, but the same ugly mutants, they devoured all who were on their way.Noone of the great warriors of the legendary Pandora could not deal with them, all of the body without breath fell to the ground.Darcel was hanging around and thinking that it’s the best Halloween of all the times.



"-Atoli,give me sugar please" - politely asked Sedy, pouring a cup of fragrant tea.Around the table twere sitting all NoScrubs GMs and had fun discussing news, drinking tea with cake.Galadriel vengeance laughing with Darcel’s jokes and Coffee and Sunrise discussed events.This upcoming Halloween holiday will long remain in the memory of the players and not allow them to worry more GMs without important reasons. Fortunatelly after the day everything was back in its place and there was even more polite and honest players in the game.



The EnD

Chronicles terminus



He wrote and edited - Gani Okinawa


Did you think that this is a game? I'm so with you? There is not my dear, this is not a game, and you're all going to die getting full, and I will take pleasure in the meantime, in the cries of your agony.
Posthumous statement Lord Sadie.



Many years have passed since that terrible night, as a gloomy gentleman was removed from the quiet town called Terminus.
But before you will go into a sad story, I'll tell you who I am. My name is Galadriel, alas, his mother and father, I have spent in a horrible night. Despite the fact that I grew up in an orphanage Duke Silli, I was a very smart girl, and developed over the years, at least, to Elza Walker, skilled chefs, who are being sued in the service of Prince Silli as saying. That night in the main square Terminus, performed the worst lord of a small town called Terminus happened. Alas, I do not remember those days vividly, as is the child and the night of the performance I was locked at home for the children not allowed to contemplate the execution by the fountain in the square three girls. I remember how my mother cried and hugged me to his chest, like a little kid reading spells, like a bedtime story.
That night will be remembered by people who were lucky to survive. That night the Lord Sit managed to interrupt, he made a dark ritual and called horrible creatures from the world of perpetual chaos that filled the streets at times tearing apart civilians. The Dark Lord did not spare any who, no children or women. Angry mobs broke into the house burning fiery breath everything that came their way. To pass destruction failed and our small house on the edge of town, in one of these monsters got to the window and tore apart his father Darsel, right in my face. My mother was a skillful magician, alas monster surpassed him in strength and could not stand the fire breathing monster could not close my body. "Do not be afraid, my little girl, my mother will always be there," she said before she died. I felt like I was in my late mother's arms forever. I saw the evil monsters broke down the door and fled into the street. The fire left a monster began to spread rapidly throughout the house. Horror to keep me, and my mother's dead body is not even allowed to move his hand, every second I began to realize that I might be lost, choking smoke from the burning bedroom. Who is taking himself in hand, I tried to push a heavy body of the mother, her back covered with burns looked awful. I overcame myself he could be released, already all around the flames burst, breathe it became harder and harder, I crawled to the hole, which was made into a monster, he crawled to the imaginary help. Every centimeter was given with great difficulty, padded feet do not always listen to me, and I fell to the side. The roar was for distributed, and part of the ceiling collapsed captured more
flame, I continued: "A little more, give the child a Gala you can" I encouraged myself to catch fragments of walls and tightening myself to them. When he reached the hole I fell out of it with dry grass, which does not have time to destroy the insatiable flame no. I lost consciousness ...
...
- Do you think she's still alive? "The little girl heard, coming to himself, the voices were not accurate, but they say that he understands."
- Even if she is alive, but so what? "Squeaky voice."
- All you can save Coffey, no matter how much you missed useful spell, they clearly do not contribute to this. "Continued squeaky voice."
- That's what you think, you idiot. This is a child! "Coffey was a melodious voice and reminded murmuring brook in the cool morning."
- Imagine me, my staff, I will try to cure it. "He told me Coffey."
Nearby, which has a noise, I tried to open his eyes, but the bright sun stuck together, let's closer to me. I saw a slender girl with long hair, her slim waist depends on which light is sometimes hanging medallion, Coffey got into a fighting stance and began to cast their staff a beam of light shot, he hugged me, I thought I was brilliant. Burns on his arms and legs began to yourself, treat, I felt the energy of the live stream on my body fills me with strength and health.
- Well, that's all. Said Coffey was mocking wink huge black cat, which was behind him.
- And it was worth it? Black Cat said.
- And now you tell me that you're at the mercy he do? Cat said, and looked at me.
- Do not worry, baby, it's not always like it, tell me, what is your name and who your parents are, we will take you with them better. "Coffee looked at me carefully, and his voice sounded notes of pain."
I looked at them, and remembering the terrible night poured dirty soot stained face.
"The mother, the father, the more of them nooooo" My rescuers heard. I cried, tears filled the man turned around and all that was left of his home a lot of black and brick fragments.
- Well, I guess I do not get along well with children. "Mused Coffee"
- I'm not a child! "Angrily said suddenly stopped crying girl.
- I will learn to write and I'll be strong, I'll be the Dark Lord's vengeance for their crimes and for the fact that she chose my mother and father. "It is strongly felt at that moment, and, of course, stuck to it, but the coffee was not as silly as it may seem, if you met a fragile girl on a huge black cat."
- Well, to keep the baby air spells. We will restore the castle of Prince Silli, you can come to us, where you can learn all that will be in court masters. Prince will give you, to be sure. "With these words the child Galadriel Koff hugged and kissed her gently on the forehead.
8 years later.
- Most cover! Galadriel to see beyond the veil of fog, dark, inhuman forms began to appear.
Young Galadriel had a couple seconds to study the monsters approaching their camp, he immediately got Grimuar who dutifully picked up and forming a pocket around the shaman ring tarot cards began to float in the air. Maps began spinning like crazy and like a machine gun, one by one began to fly with a whistle, monsters, cutting them into pieces and throw them in the bloody things differently.
"Wheel of Fortune I appeal to your power to destroy the corrupt dirty magic!" - Galadriel sang spells and rotating maps have changed color, with every word exorcist, maps, more and more, and now they are deadly cloud to profane monsters.
But it was not there.
- Darkness! I call your sons! In response to my call! erase mortals! Destroy innocent! "Said, because of the fog."
Dark Lord Sadi welcomed in this area to entertain morbid vanity.
A veil of fog silhouette appeared in the cloak, his face hidden hood, behind it was noticed four black as night, wings. Around the Lord dark smoke, bony fingers curled white blackened nails, he held the scepter of fire.
- I, the Supreme Lord! King of nightmares! Master of shadows and monsters, I turn on the light mage to a duel! "The voice of the Dark Lord scattered, like thunder. But it does not scare the young wizard, revenge for her lost parents was so strong and belief in magic and the envy of even the most well-skilled magicians.
- I, World Shaman! Sovereign of the four elements! Keeper of the balance of good and evil! I accept your duel! Shouted ringing Galadriel magical voice.
- Well, I think you are so stupid that they have no idea who I am! Dark Lord thoughtfully, then continued - "Yes a battle of our '
Galadriel raised his wand and shout the night sky - "the power given to me by the gods, I ask you to go to point to my call!" The gods answered exorcist. Thousands of lightning pierced the Lord and his minions have left but ashes and the smell of rotting flesh. Alas, the Lord stood, and obviously did not expect to reach that speed was a demonic laugh -. What is this? This is all that you can do ... "But he did not dorovorit to end, from the earth, as thousands of steel spikes appeared. However, it did not scare bloodthirsty lord, he flew into the air, but even there he was waiting for rescue. Spirits element Werth took Lord and hit a small lake, which is all the time in the blink of an eye has been frozen on the ice and the air like a spear.
Lord had nowhere to run and realized his mistake, he watched in horror as the fast-approaching ice spears, one by one, begin to pierce his body.
Dark Lord of the body, which was enough to restore the bodies were only fragmented body, which is in the air hung the second second, over three and a view from the bird's eye, his head went down to the lake.
- This will be your prison! "Shouting is weak Galadriel.
-Lord fell into the lake, and that, in turn, immediately frozen, leaving the magician held and immobilized.
- You thought this game? I am so with you? No, my dear, it's not a game, and you will all die to complete, and I will have fun at the same time, your cries of agony. "Only the last word before dying Dark Lord Sedi also managed to say." Now his soul and body, remained in the land of lakes and the canyon that Galdriel left after the battle, and the Lord called Altus.
Alas force spent much of his life Galadriel was not in our world, but her heroic victory century will live in our hearts. As a young magician, who spared a life to save others.
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foreword

- Mom? Is it you?. shouted Galadriel in silhouette, who approached him.
- Daughter? If you have it! In my opinion, I do not believe, Darsel you look, it's our baby, you look like a grown up. "Weeping mother cried covers Galadriel.
- Father, where are we? Galadriel appropriate to question the father.
- We are in a world where there is no pain more. It hurts me to see that you left us at such a young age. But we saw how you fought the Dark Lord, I am your mother, and millions of people, we say thank you, you will not only save the world from a terrible master, but also our own souls ...


Protection and love for his family. Halloween to welcome you!

A/N:
[ul]
[li]I wish that word count was joking...[/li]
[li]A segment of this is dedicated to Alexae. This is soooo your fault. :silly: [/li]
[li]Massive, massive creative license employed. I'm sorry if I offended anyone! [/li]
[li]I don't think it even makes sense...[/li]
[/ul]

:woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo:
/evil laughter
You and your obsession with time-loop stories. And thanks for that part. I am greatly amused.

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*SPEECHLESS*

i'll go over here and...and reflect on my life choices

A/N:
[ul]
[li]I wish that word count was joking...[/li]
[li]A segment of this is dedicated to Alexae. This is soooo your fault. :silly: [/li]
[li]Massive, massive creative license employed. I'm sorry if I offended anyone! [/li]
[li]I don't think it even makes sense...[/li]
[/ul]

:woohoo: :woohoo: :woohoo:
/evil laughter
You and your obsession with time-loop stories. And thanks for that part. I am greatly amused.

thanks mehn inch: T_T
but time loops are fun feasibility and mechanics aside...
it should have been...longer...but it's going to be far too obvious

Got a bad headache tonight so I won't be judging tonight. Will do it tomorrow when I get off work.

1st Place: JadeDair (I really like your story it plays a mental story on you and its poetic)
2nd PlaceNinima (Mean to me but is still a good story)
3rd Place: Cosinys (I love how you all like display me as some evil S.o.B. ahahahahah)