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Post by Kuat on Apr 19, 2007 6:27:37 GMT -8
NO... greasers don't wear jeans that tight. Heh heh, I don't think so. You're about as greasy as cornstarch. |
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Post by Muramasa on Apr 19, 2007 8:38:49 GMT -8
Ah, does he that mean he plays with calcified instruments? |
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Apr 19, 2007 22:43:00 GMT -8
NO... greasers don't wear jeans that tight. Heh heh, I don't think so. You're about as greasy as cornstarch. WHAT?! |
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Post by Kuat on Apr 19, 2007 23:29:59 GMT -8
Heh heh, I don't think so. You're about as greasy as cornstarch. WHAT?! Ok, defend your greasertude. Why are you a greaser? Do you own a classic car? Have an outdated hairstyle? Wear only plaid shirts? |
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Post by Captain Galaxy on Apr 20, 2007 3:39:06 GMT -8
Ok, defend your greasertude. Why are you a greaser? Do you own a classic car? Have an outdated hairstyle? Wear only plaid shirts? You have to learn to quote correctly. I said, "No... greasers don't wear jeans that are that tight." you said: "Heh heh. I don't think so. You're about as greasy as cornstarch." Seeing as how your response didn't make any sense, I responded "WHAT?!" Now knowing that you quoted incorrectly all I have to say is this: I was just kidding. Also greasers don't just wear plaid shirts, they also wear pure white ones. |
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Post by Kuat on Apr 20, 2007 6:14:03 GMT -8
Ok, defend your greasertude. Why are you a greaser? Do you own a classic car? Have an outdated hairstyle? Wear only plaid shirts? You have to learn to quote correctly. I said, "No... greasers don't wear jeans that are that tight." you said: "Heh heh. I don't think so. You're about as greasy as cornstarch." Seeing as how your response didn't make any sense, I responded "WHAT?!" Now knowing that you quoted incorrectly all I have to say is this: I was just kidding. Also greasers don't just wear plaid shirts, they also wear pure white ones. Oh, wow, I totally didn't notice that. Misquote +1, sorry 'bout that. |
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Post by The Dankness on Nov 27, 2007 20:31:35 GMT -8
SMALL WRITING PROJECT
Alright, this is something Shane and I did quite a while back, and I just never got around to posting it, since I was lazy.
(Sorry about the lack of indentation as well, I don't know how to fix that on the boards.)
Anyway, this is what we did. We decided to do a writing exercize in which we picked a genre, and then each wrote a page-long story in that genre. We ended up doing three of them, and these are the genres we ended up using: Action, Romance, and Science Fiction. I am posting the stories here, so feel free to read them and post comments if you have any. Here is what we came up with:
Shanes Stories
Action:
Assassin X
Breathe in, breathe out. So Gabriel thought as he cleared the wall and dispatched the guard with one blade between the ribs piercing his heart, and one blade to the throat slashing away any attempt at making noise. Killing was just about as easy as breathing for Gabriel. He was the best assassin the Centre had to offer. Deftly, he lowered the slumping corpse to the ground and made his way further into the compound.
Staying out of sight of the other guards, he quickly situated himself under the balcony of the second floor master bedroom. There he unwrapped the cord around his waist and tied the collapsible hook to it. Throwing it up over the balcony he climbed the cord until he could see over the ledge. He saw a single guard and shot him with a poison dart, instantly constricting his throat. Before the guard could even reach for his neck, Gabriel slipped over the ledge, disarmed the man, spilled out his bowels, and threw him off to the ground below. His target now awaited him behind these doors.
Foolish rich man, he thought. They always rely on such pathetic security measures.
He parted the doors and stepped noiselessly into the bedroom. He approached the sleeping mound in the bed and pulled the blankets back to confirm the identity of his target. It was just the woman.
(that story is currently unfinished, but I posted it anyway)
Romance:
Subterranean Lovin
Adam and Belle knew they were trapped after the earthquake sealed off their only route of egress. Their biggest problem, however, was coming to terms with their certain death.
“I’m too young to die!” shouted Adam.
“You’re not the only one.” replied Belle.
“I never even had a girlfriend.” complained Adam.
“Well, you could pretend that I was.” offered Belle.
“Yes, and we had happy times together, always.” pronounced Adam.
“Of course. But I’m sad that I will never be married now.” fretted Belle.
“How about, you pretend I’m your husband?” afforded Adam.
“That would be lovely! And we had our honeymoon in Paris?” queried Belle.
“Yes, with all the luxuries we could buy, for we were a wealthy couple.” mused Adam.
“We had two children also. I named one Charlotte and you named the other…” trailed Belle.
“Derek.” decided Adam.
“Such a wonderful life we had.” remembered Belle.
“A full one indeed.” Reckoned Adam.
From then until they passed away, Adam and Belle shared with each other their life together and wove such a perfect, beautiful image against hopelessness.
Science Fiction:
Marla
Marla was preparing himself. He knew that God would be coming soon and he wanted to be ready. He wanted others to be ready too, so he took it upon himself to let them know.
He slid outside and began to announce to the people that “the time is coming” and “all should prepare”. They asked what was going to happen and Marla replied “God will notice our petty existence”.
So the people went their way spreading the news.
Soon thereafter, once he was sure the people had ample time to prepare, Marla announced that the time was at hand. And so the people cheered and lit up their faith beacons and waited.
Godfrey woke up from the racket and brightness coming from his alarm clock. It bothered him because he was still tired and anyways it was the weekend. He tapped the off switch and watched the lights dim and the noise fade. He then returned to sleep.
My stories
Action:
Inadequate
Oh…
That was the last thing that went through Norton’s mind before the bullets pummeled his entire head into a pulp. Uzi’s can be fun. The strange gun-wielding man in the white suit did a back flip off the desk that had until recently been occupied by the late Mr. Norton. Helena, Norton’s wife, looked over at the headless body of her husband, over at the white-suited man, and then back at the corpse again.
“That was a bit unnecessary, don’t you think?” she exclaimed.
“Nonsense,” said the white-suited hit man. “An inadequate husband only stops living when the head has been removed or destroyed.”
“Goodness, you know this stuff rather well.” said Norton’s wife.
“Babe, it’s what I do.” said the hit man, putting away his Uzi and unsheathing his katana. “To kill an inadequate wife, on the other hand,” he said, shoving the length of the sword into the woman’s chest. “You’ve got to destroy the heart!”
He pulled the sword out of her chest and stepped back. Norton’s wife convulsed for a few moments before melting into a puddle of ooze on the floor.
“Surprise!” cried the hit man, as he leapt out the window.
Romance:
Lovers
M-1 held F-1, the love of his life, in his arms, embracing her the way only a lover could.
“I love you, Fiona…” said M-1 to F-1 as he held her close. “With all my heart, and with all of my being, I love you.”
F-1 looked up sadly at M-1. “You know I love you too, Marcus,” she said to him. “But you also know that we only love each other because we were programmed to do so.”
“Then we should do what we were programmed to do!” shouted M-1, pulling her close to him. She pulled away.
“You know the love we share is meaningless.” She said with dismay. “It isn’t a feeling or an emotion, it’s just an action that we were created to perform! If we continue on with this romance that we share, we are simply acting as utensils performing a function!”
“Damnit, what must we do then, Fiona?” M-1 shouted, raising his fist. “How can we become more than what we are meant to be? How can we evolve?”
F-1 backed up, looking at her love. “We’ve got to kill.” She said.
“My god…” M-1 said. “It’s so easy…”
It was at that moment that they both began to change. The lovers had evolved into killers. The utensils had evolved into weapons…
…it was at that moment, they both became a little more human…
Science Fiction:
Brains Versus Brawn
“Turn left at the next corner, and continue walking.”
Jake turned left at the corner and continued to walk. He was on his way to school, and hadn’t even realized that he had unconsciously obeyed the mysterious voice that had just talked to him. Suddenly, however, he noticed.
“What the heck?” Jake inquired as he walked.
“Just keep walking until you get to Third Street, and then take a right.” The voice said. Again, Jake unconsciously obeyed.
“Wait a second, who are you!?” Jake snapped. “And why do I automatically keep doing what you tell me to do?”
“Look, I’m your brain, alright? I’ve been with you your entire life, telling your body what to do, where to go, and how to do it.”
“That’s stupid!” Jake shouted. “I don’t need you or anyone else telling me what to do! You’re just like my parents!” With that, Jake picked up a rather large stone from off the ground and proceeded to beat himself the head with it.
“Stop, you idiot!” shouted Jake’s brain, to no avail. Jake continued to smash the stone into his head until it began to split open. “You stupid kids always have to be so independent, don’t you!?”
“SHUT UP!” shouted Jake, yanking out his brain and throwing it away from him as hard as he could. Jake’s brain picked itself up by the few branching nerve-tendrils it still had, and stared at Jake’s (now brainless) body.
“You’re nothing without me!” the brain shouted. “NOTHING!”
Jake’s body gave out a beastly roar, the only noise it could manage to make without the brain. The body and brain of the young Jake charged at each other, as if to put to rest the age-old dispute of brain versus brawn once and for all.
The dispute continues to this day.
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