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Post by OGRenderence on Sept 30, 2008 14:45:42 GMT -5
Froshk sat in his hundred foot excavation and muttered darkly to himself. Why was he always the one to dig through the rock of the Fire Mountains? Wasn't there anyone else in the whole damn kingdom that could swing a pick? He sighed heavily, grabbed his two picks off the ground, and set about smashing on the hard overlapping rock. Suddenly one of his picks broke through the wall of what he had been striving for. Poking a mirror out the small hole, he made sure no one had heard him. No one was nearby, so he scuttled off to tell his superiors that his mission was complete.
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Post by Dagothkitty on Oct 2, 2008 19:04:01 GMT -5
Cool
Keep it coming.
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Post by me on Oct 3, 2008 16:23:59 GMT -5
For some reason this reminds me of reign of fire
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 22, 2008 3:53:05 GMT -5
Meh, I'm a baaaad person.
Duurgock kicked the charred mess of his scout, Dredgz, as the rest of his diminished unit huddled in a small cave. No-Eyes, named after his lack of actual sight, ventured a question, "Sir, what does Killer Duurgock command?" Duurgock stopped destroying the remains of his scout and turned to wards No-Eyes. "Do?!" He screamed. "We find where that dumb **** Froshk is, and I rip his ****ing head off! That's what we're gonna do!" He swiftly turned and started striding off to wards the nearest Fire Mountain, leaving the others to gather up the equipment and catch up.
Froshk had just reached the bottom of the mountain when Duurgoch arrived. "Hey Killer, where's the rest of the unit? Did you get them killed with your impatience?" Froshk asked mockingly as Duurgoch neared. Duurgoch grunted in reply. "Where's da hole?" Krisstine, the unit's engineer, asked. "About halfway up. I noticed a close room there, so I tried for it. This is an old mountain. Beware it's Temple Guards." Froshk having completed his mission, waited for his leave from the Killer. Duurgoch waited for the rest of the unit to start up the side before giving Froshk his new orders. "You've failed me Froshk. You've failed me many times, but this time you lost me half a unit. You're given permanent leave... of your life!" The Killer pulled out his Claymore swiftly, only to find Froshk dozens of yards away. Duurgoch growled with impatience as he began moving to wards his adversary...
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Post by OGRenderence on Oct 23, 2008 0:58:20 GMT -5
Hmmmm, I've really slipped in my story telling abilities.
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Post by OGRenderence on Mar 1, 2009 5:32:12 GMT -5
*Kills this story with all the hate I can muster*
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