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Post by me on Mar 12, 2007 21:16:19 GMT -5
Yay! another update!
Good as usual, and also as usual it leaves me wanting more! and more!
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Mar 16, 2007 20:26:13 GMT -5
In the Earth Year 2053 the United Nations composed of all major nations of this Planet. The members agreed unanimously that the United States of America should lead this new Plan of Peace. The President, John Forten, came up with the plan called, Dirge of Exodus, it's purpose was to demolish any nation foolish to betray the U.N. This plan included a new Nuclear missile. The missile had no name and was never tested. The Earth Year 2055 it was used for mass Destruction in the Two Hour War, or World War 3. This never tested missile did as it was purposed and destroyed only the city it was aimed at, and it made sure any living human it hit. Animals that were in the explosion became smarter, stronger, and became aware that Humans were no longer the masters of this planet.....
Current Date Year Earth Year: 2059 Holocaust Year: 14 Scrog-drogan: 5 Animal Year: 10
A Giant-Axe lay edge first into an old chunk of cement. A paw of light brown fur gripped the handle....
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Mar 16, 2007 20:26:51 GMT -5
Gurrand opened one eye to the glistening new morning, and saw the same thing he saw yesterday. Sure it was becoming spring, but it was coming slower then a snail's pace. He opened his other eye and stood up. He yawned before striding out of the small cave that had been formed in an old sidewalk. His large army was either just waking up or cooking their breakfast rations. He yawned again and grabbed his large battle-axe before walking towards his lounging army.
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Mar 16, 2007 20:27:54 GMT -5
Gurrand's troops gathered after their hurried meal and stood at attention in front of the old car bumper that was, for the moment, acting as the first marker towards their new hunting grounds. The old hunting grounds had been invaded by a large group of hostile Fox Hunters(Badger's that hunt for Fox). Gurrand had quickly ordered the retreat after he had noticed the foul stench of dead fox. The troops had reluctantly left the Scrog-Larg rich area and moved north into the deeper parts of the city.
The third sun-rise broke upon the Axe-Hordes as they rested near a cool pool of water. Gurrand had been working them harshly in hopes of finding a Scrog tribe before his troops began to desert. Gurrand and a few smarter rats gathered around a bundle of old clothes and debris, hoping for a hint of tribal patterns. The eldest rat, Eckel, had the best eyes for this sort of finds and soon found a hint of light green coloring on one of the many scrapes of cloth. He quickly sprinted to the water and washed it throughly before looking at the odd patterns there. "We got us some Scrog-Dergalla!" He cried happily. Soon the Horde was moving again in hopes of catching up to this enemy party.
A few Scrog rats lazed around a smoldering fire as they slowly packed their belongings. Three were muttering in low, happy tones. This had been a great haul. The best one yet, and the pickings were only going to get better as they ventured into the Whip's territory. Another three were packing more rapidly, as if thinking that the rest of the army was already pludering some poor mouse's home. The last one stood by his tent near the edge of the now small camp. He was doing this at his own pace and was hoping the others wouldn't rush him. The army wasn't going to get any pluder without them anyway. He stopped and breathed in the soft cool air. He stopped and sniffed again as if anticapting something amiss. He turned to meet a gaint axe blade sweeping upwards. The blade split straight through the bone and splashed blood across the surrounding area. The remaining six looked to see their now dead friend fall dead to the ground, his head almost split clean in two. They met the same fate as the first victim. A blood splattered one.
Eckel sniffed unhappily through the old camp of Scrog. They had just missed the main army, but atleast they had caught some of the lazier soldiers that had stayed in the camp til the last second. Seven pairs of dead eyes stared up towards the noon time sun, as their supplies were rifled through and passed out to the hungry Horde. Gurrand walked up to Eckel. "Any news of the main tribe?" He ventured. Eckel smiled happily back, "You better bielive it sir. I just saw a scout run over to that corner." He pointed towards a northwesterly building corner. Gurrand frowned, "Looks like they're going to see the Whip-Weilder. I'd rather he not get them." Eckel said nothing back, but still frowned deeply.
THREE UPDATES IN ONE POST! It's everyone's today! Modified.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 16, 2007 20:37:44 GMT -5
I'm a little confused, but it was good.
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Mar 16, 2007 20:38:27 GMT -5
awww. I'm bad at this.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 16, 2007 20:46:49 GMT -5
No your not. I don't know what to tell you... have you asked uesugi? You are a great writer, by this I meen that you have a great ability to describe a scene, and have a good vocabulary. It's just the flow of your stories. They seem to jump from place to place.
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Mar 16, 2007 20:48:10 GMT -5
I prefer not to write about hours of boring walking.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 16, 2007 20:49:21 GMT -5
It's gets confusing sometimes though. Sometimes those boring walking parts are vital.
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Mar 16, 2007 20:55:24 GMT -5
I'll use next time. *Action will be in play more*
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 16, 2007 20:58:28 GMT -5
Sweet.
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Mar 16, 2007 21:10:12 GMT -5
You better believe it.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Mar 16, 2007 21:11:55 GMT -5
I am naruto, Ofocurse I do.
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Mar 16, 2007 21:15:39 GMT -5
Shut up.
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Post by renofthefallenstar on Mar 16, 2007 21:36:51 GMT -5
Modified.
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