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Post by DEATH97 on Sept 26, 2006 23:26:49 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300]Death is only the beginning... [/glow] [shadow=purple,left,300]Coming Soon.... [/shadow]
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Post by Maliku on Sept 27, 2006 17:51:14 GMT -5
Haha, sounds like a movie.
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Post by RareCarpet on Sept 27, 2006 19:33:12 GMT -5
haha ya alittle vague though sounds alright
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Post by DEATH97 on Sept 27, 2006 19:40:42 GMT -5
This story is very long, it is actually the length of about three novels. I created this story a long time ago for an text rpg I ran on talkcity. It is the story I am known best for, and the story in which my name originated.
In short, this story is about a man (William) who dies, and finds himself in the shadow realm, a state of purgatory, where the gates (and guardians) of heaven and hell reside.
This realm is ruled by Brodie Xauran (Death). An Ex grim reaper who lives in Sha'tow, A living castle. There are 100 reapers, that collect souls, and Brodie was the 97th. The 98th was Brodie's friend and mentor Dreagon. Dreagon, believing he is the rightful heir to the throne, declares war on Sha'tow.
William just wants desperately to find a way to get home, but finds himself in the middle of a battle that will decide the fate of all realms.
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Thats all I can say without giving away too much.
Let me know what you think, and if your interested.
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Post by RareCarpet on Sept 27, 2006 19:50:22 GMT -5
now im interested
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Post by Maliku on Sept 27, 2006 20:49:10 GMT -5
Wow, 3 novels length. I hope you don't post it all at once. Anyway, it sounds really good.
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Valgaera
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I am the Light within the Darkness
Je suis le Lumi?re dans l'Obscurit
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Post by Valgaera on Sept 27, 2006 22:10:41 GMT -5
Sounds awesome. You have a tendency to make things sound awesome, but then dissappoint everyone by making them incredible (note: this is a very good thing.) I am eagerly awaiting!!
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 10, 2006 5:33:45 GMT -5
[glow=purple,2,300] In the Beginning [/glow]
“In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth.
The earth was without form and void. Darkness was upon the face of the deep.
The spirit of God moved upon the face, and God said; Let there be light, and there was light.
God saw the light, that it was good, and God divided the light…..From the darkness.” [/i] “We’re lost, admit it.” Danny said pulling the hood of his jacket up over his head. Danny Lipton never wanted to be on this trip in the first place. He knew he had only been with the National Press for three months now, fresh out of college and with little work experience. But Danny felt he was ready to be rid of his leash. After all his real passion was for writing his opinions on current and future events. He wasn’t cut out for field reporting. Apparently the heads of printing felt differently. “he needs to experience the ups and downs of the outside world, before he can truly write about them.” At least they could of given him his own assignment, instead of forcing him to tag along with Jim Nevers, Reporter and Writer for the National Presses Beyond Imagination column. While Jims Articles were intriguing and well written, the stories themselves were boarderline tabloid trash. Crop circles, government conspiracies, and Bigfoot sightings just a few of the headlines that often appear atop his articles. And this assignment was no different. A human interest story focused on discovering the truth behind near death experiences, which has brought them to a little place called Absence, Missouri. That so far seems to consist of a red rust covered farm gate, complete with a no trespassing sign. Followed by an old dirt road which doesn’t appear on any map, and has yet to lead them anywhere. Danny was becoming impatient. “Forget it Jim! We’ve been following this road for a good half hour, and I haven’t seen a single house yet. Just trees…Lots of trees.” Jim just smirked “Ah come on Danny, where’s your sense of adventure? Besides we’re not lost. I’ve followed the directions exactly as they were given, and I know precisely where we are.” Well it wasn’t exactly a lie. Jim had followed the directions, but he didn’t have the slightest clue where they were. Although he refused to show it to Danny; Jim was also having second thoughts about this trip. He was used to having poor directions, or being led to the middle of nowhere for a story. Those things often came with the territory. Not long after they left the city however, the radio started calling for severe storms throughout most of the state, and after the dark clouds and rain rolled in, well… Jim thought long and hard about just turning back. Unfortunately he had a Deadline to keep.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 10, 2006 6:44:04 GMT -5
Seeing as it often takes ppl a looong time to get a chance to read and comment, I'll post this story alittle at a time (also giving me a chance to finish up Marked) This is kind of a prolog, and While I know the beginning is kinda slow, remember this is a very very long story, and I have to develop the story and characters so its a bit slow at the beginning. Action comes later, and I promise, you will read of battles that rival anything you've seen in the Lord of the Rings movies. Yes a bold boast... but hey... I got the goods to back it up
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Post by Maliku on Oct 10, 2006 16:29:45 GMT -5
I think you will make well of your boast. Anyway, I like it so far.
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 11, 2006 6:04:20 GMT -5
“What time is it?” Danny checks his watch. “Eight thirty” “Damn, we were supposed to be there thirty minutes ago. I’m late.” Jim hated being late. So far it seemed nothing was going his way. The rain was falling harder now. Jim takes a deep breath and sets the cars wipers on high as visibility worsens. Danny turns the knobs on the radio, but fails to find any station that isn’t drowned out by static. “Great” He says with an obvious tone of sarcasm. Quickly switching the radio off altogether. Some company car, he thinks to himself. No radio, no heat. Just one of the many perks courtesy of the National Press. “You wanna remind me why were out here again?” “I already told you” Jim says. “Were doing a story on near de…” “No, no, I understand that.” Danny says, quickly interrupting. “But why here? Why this guy? I mean, I hear about near death experiences all the time on TV. What makes this guy so special?” Jim hesitates for a moment. “Ok kid, I’m going to let you in on something… Not long after I started working for the press I began doing investigative writings under an alias for the St Louis Post.” Danny looked surprised. He’d always assumed Jim loved his column at the Press. It was all he ever talked about. “Working for the competition Jim? What… I mean why? If you needed more money, why not just ask for a raise?” “You don’t understand.” Jim says slightly frustrated. “It wasn’t about the money, and I was happy with Beyond Imagination at the Press. I just wanted to write about the events that were going on around us everyday. Not just the bizarre. I also knew that old man Johnson wasn’t going to let me write outside my column, and If he’d found out that I was freelancing for the Post… Well, I would of lost my job altogether.” Danny knew Jim was right about that. Bill Johnson was the president of the National Press, and as such, often liked to remind everyone of that very fact. He wasn’t a bad guy, but his temper, and ego were known to get the better of him. He also kept in close contact with his employees. Danny was surprised Johnson never found out about Jims Investigations for the Post. Interested, Danny listens as Jim continues. “I couldn’t lose my column Danny. Beyond Imagination has always been my first love. That’s why I created the Alias. Things weren’t as smooth as I’d hoped for. It was very difficult juggling the two jobs, and doing so often made me miss out on most of the bigger stories. But then, one day, a friend at the Post sends me this.” Carefully, trying to keep the car on the road Jim lets go of the steering wheel with his right hand, leaning over to the passenger’s side. Jim opens the glove compartment, and removes a single tan folder, dropping it on Danny’s lap. “What’s this?” Danny asks, slowly opening the folder. “That..” Jim says “Is just alittle research I did on Mr. William .J. Carter. The man I was suppose to be meeting at Eight O’clock. But look at the top article.” Danny grabs the newspaper clipping attached to the inside of the folder, reading the headline slowly, aloud. Fireman and Three Officers Killed by Fire, During Daring Rescue Attempt. “The Lynesdale Fire?” Danny speaks quietly at first, slowly raising his voice as he thinks back. “The Lynesdale apartment building… I remember that! That was like….Two years ago… Ok… I don’t get it. What does this have to do with anything?” “Because,” Jim replies “The fireman who died in that fire over two years ago… is William .J. Carter.
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Post by RareCarpet on Oct 11, 2006 14:05:12 GMT -5
Oooooooo spooky.................not really
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Post by Maliku on Oct 11, 2006 14:50:13 GMT -5
Oh, creepy. I love cliffhangers like this.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 11, 2006 17:51:39 GMT -5
you are an incredible writer death. it may turn out to be long, but that meens that i can enjoy your work more
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Post by DEATH97 on Oct 11, 2006 17:56:16 GMT -5
Thanks dagoth, you should read Marked, its coming along nicely I think, and I could always use more comments
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