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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Apr 15, 2005 9:37:59 GMT -5
It was quite gruesome. They found his body sprawled across the marble floors of the administerial palace. Apparently, Pandora and Char were walking along ,discussing the ill effects of "Admin Power Surges" when they happened to look through the gold edged window of the mansion. Char screamed and was joined by an enthusiastic Pandora. They wasted no time. After five minutes of 'mourning' they went and yelled it around and soon the whole community knew.
Soon, Giudecca arrived. A strange chap, he was. He began to hold court in the majestic palace, threatening to "DESTROY" people. He confessed to the murder and procalaimed that he was the new admin. His only objective was to ruin 667 and in the midst of the chaos, hardly anyone had time to think about the mysterious 'murder'. With graffiti everywhere and the noble Tragedy's work being ruined, the members were more concerned about themselves than their fallen lord. Many of the smarter members, who might have guessed that something odd was afoot, recieved death threats. It was a time of chaos and death just became a part of their daily lives. You might see some-one in the apartment opposite you and the next day they would be gone. Forever.
It was only after the end of Giudecca's short-lived ,chaotic reign that the community settled down and began to think about the death of their leader. Suspicions were flying around like wasps, stinging the accused in the face. Quite a few were still content to belive that it was 'Giudecca' and think nothing of it. But it was not a 'nothing'. It was a something. Something that would rock the very foundations of thier community.
Please no-one get offended by this if I place suspicion on you,etc. It's just a story. Oh and I know I've not got the facts straight, but I just used the Giudecca crisis and Trag's 'death' as a base. I'm expanding on it in my own way. Please tell me what you think, comments would be appreciated
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Post by Dante on Apr 15, 2005 10:22:45 GMT -5
I like this story - particularly the premise. Please write more.
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Post by champ103 on Apr 15, 2005 10:39:22 GMT -5
Wow, that was really good. I look forward to the next enstallment.
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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Apr 15, 2005 11:13:05 GMT -5
Part Two
"I really think Giudecca was Tragedy in disguise." mumbled PJ, as he prepared for his inspection of the "Sardonic Series Hall". "But how?Why?I don't understand.."moaned his freind ,Michael. "Think about it," reprimanded PJ, with the tone of one warming up to his topic,"in his final hours, he wants us to be confused so that we're not all shocked by his death." Michael gasped. "But..but..wouldn't he tell us who the murderer was?"he managed to mumble. "Don't be stupid," commanded his friend, "he wants us to figure it out on our own." And with a deragotary sweep of his moderator robes PJ left, leaving behind an awestruck Michael.
They weren't the only two theorizing ,of course. People were mumbling and whipering behind closed doors. A feeling of distrust arose, like a polluted gas, above the towers of 667 Dark Avenue.
The newer members felt it most. They whispered, terrified, in corners of the huge "Menacing Miscellanous Hall", in the seventh tower of the complex. "Lyk dude wat r we gonna du//wat if dey all die??//" became practically a chant for them.
Before I dig any deeper into this tangled web of mystery, lies, deceit and decpetion, I feel it necessary to tell you about the structure of this amazing complex. There were seven towers arranged in a row. "The Antagionistic Affairs"- an entrance hall of sorts with areas for feedback and announcemnets "The Ravaged Resources"-a collection of interesting papers written by 667ers were housed here, along with the lists of 667 affiliates "The Burdensome Books"- the largest tower where theorizers avidly discussed aSoUe "The Malignant Merchandise" - a small tower where the available aSoUE merchandise was discusse "The Forsaken Fan-Work" -a tiny and efficient tower where people created excellent fanwork for their favourite series. "The Reckless reading"- where 667ers could discuss books or display their creativity. The last one was perhaps the most interesting: "The Objectionable Other". Practically everything that took place in 667 originated here, either in the philosophical "Disturbing Discussions" penthouse, or the sprawling "Menacing Miscellanous, with it's three floors. Behind these impressive towers was something even more impressive: the administerial palace. The palace itself was reserved for close friends of the leader, but on it's groudns were the small buildings where 667 was kept running and organized: " Misinformed Moderation" -where the chosen moderators discussed how to better 667, "The Awfully Ancient Archives" -where 667ers could sit and read about their history in serene peace. "Nasty None-of-your-business" and "Dreadful Dark Avenue" where were the future of 667 was discussed. But, you ask, where did the members live? I'll tell you. They could live in any of the towers, where-ever they felt most comfortable for each had housing and lodgings on it's upper floors.
Sounds impressive,no? So impressive, yet so..vulnerable.
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Post by Dante on Apr 15, 2005 11:16:49 GMT -5
You've written PJ exactly how he wants to be written. I also like the chant of the idiot n00bs.
Things are shaping up nicely, anyway.
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Post by SpookyMeggie on Apr 15, 2005 11:20:27 GMT -5
*settles into a large plush chair with a bag of Caligari popcorn to watch the drama unfold*
Very nice phrasing. I can actually smell the film noir...Shall i get those sandwiches underway?
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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Apr 15, 2005 11:46:01 GMT -5
It was another dark night. Midnight, to be precise. Most of the members had retired to their rooms but two of their moderators were awake. They sat, facing each other,in the plush armchairs of the lounge. They were in the Moderator rooms for "Disturbign Discussion". The pinnacle of the tower. "Horrible business, this murder," Dante commented, expectantly awaiting an answer from the young lady facing him. "Indeed. I wonder who it was ,though...I suppose we'll never know. I mean we have ever 3800 members. It'll be veritably impossible to find one errant." She replied. She had an exceptionally soft and soothing voice. "Well, we MUST find them,"Dante said, leaning forward, a starnge gleam in his ice-blue eyes"they must be p7unished. Don't you agree ,Antenora?" "If only we knew who it was..."was the trembling reply. "I think it was one of those n00bs.."He whispered, in a soft and deadly tone "the idiots are capable of anything. They should all be caught together and BURNED!!" "Now, now Dante. I really don't think it was one of them. I actually think it was Pandora..."she replied, in an even tone. "What? Interesting idea, Antenora.,"he replied, mulling it over "it could have been Charlotte too. Sh always was a wild one..." "I think it was Pandora." replied Antenora. A far-away look entered her bright eyes "I just have this feeling, you know. Sometimes I..."She fell over. There was a red dart stuck in her neck. "What? WHAT??ANTENORA!!WHAT HAVE THEY DONE????I'LL BURN THE LOT OF THEM!!" Dante roared. He picked her up and ran, racing down the stairs. Faster, faster, faster....
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Post by sweet teat of love on Apr 15, 2005 11:50:41 GMT -5
Yes, I always have been a wild one. And just so you know, I also have an extremely soothing voice. Don't forget my gallant attempt to ward off the scary hacker-cannibal.
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Post by Dante on Apr 15, 2005 12:02:35 GMT -5
You didn't just kill Antenora.
You monster.
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
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Post by Antenora on Apr 15, 2005 13:20:04 GMT -5
I like how you've imagined the layout of 667, which is similar to how I envision things being set up.
But you killed me off early....that wasn't nice.
Say, can I turn out to not be dead?
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Post by Charles Vane on Apr 15, 2005 14:35:49 GMT -5
He didn't say you were dead, I don't think you are. Nice cliffhanger.
Oh and suspicion was placed on me? How could you, I'm giving you a strike. Just kidding. I was the killer in Tiller's murder mystery fic.
Anyway, good story so far.
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Post by SpookyMeggie on Apr 15, 2005 17:35:06 GMT -5
I'm enjoying the idea of 3800 bedrooms. Or do we have dorms, kind of like madeline? Twelve little beds in two straight lines, the smallest one was...member 389...?
667 as a very large VFD training facility. Maybe Hogwarts-esque. Liking verra much.
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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Apr 16, 2005 2:18:10 GMT -5
Dante tried to think about where to go. Itw asn't easy for strange and demoralizing thoughts kept pushing their was into his head. What if she was dead? What would he do? As he ran faster, these thoughts gained speed as well. He stopped in front of a large signp which proclaimed, in glossy black upon white, "Go Away!"Suddenly ,his head was clear. H eknew what he had to do. Dnate bent down, his long robes settling down slowly on the grass. "The world is quiet here," he whispered, apparently to the grass. A sharp spray shot at his eyes, and he fell. --------- He awoke in a small room, decorated pinsrtipe wallpaper and elegant lanterns. There were two pepople bending over him, and as he opened his eyes the male gave a gasp of recognization and strange glint entered his eyes. "Yes, yes..Fight Fire With Fire, isn't it?" "Y-yes,"he confirmed," y-you're Mr. Who." "Yes, I do believe I am." was the sharp answer. "Come with us," said the girl, "we've got your friend resting in one of the bedrooms." "Friend?Antenora!How is she?Where is she?When can I see her?"Dante exclaimed. "They call me 'Fancy'. I am the moderator of this section, as you must know. Since you are in my territory, both you and your feidn are under my jurisdiction. You will meet when I deem it fit." replied the girl, a harsh tone coming into her voice. "I understand. was the dart fatal,though?" he asked, regaining his wits. "it wasn't. Hopefully, we will be able to help her. However, I'm afraid she is still unconscious. You may see her if you wish. Sebastian will show you the way."replied the girl, returning to her original tone of calm and serenity. "Follow me." drawled Sebastian. Dante followed him through an the door, which had "SS" embossed on it in gold. As he passed through the hall,Dante noticed that thyough majestic, it was in a state of disrepair. He also noticed that most of the rooms seemed to eb empty and dust-filled. Finally they arrived at the room. He ran to the bed ,where Antenora was peacefully asleep ,her hair scatttered on the pillow. He breathed a sigh of pure relief and sat down gently on the edge of the bed.
But it wasn't a time for relief. It may seem a calm cozy setting: lovers re-united. But remember these wise words: never judge a book by it's cover. Or, rather, never judge a situation by it's facade....
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Post by Michael on Apr 16, 2005 2:23:20 GMT -5
YZAY! I'm in there! Yay! Yay! Yay! Yay!Nice story
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Post by Dante on Apr 16, 2005 2:24:26 GMT -5
Oh good, she's not dead.
The story is automatically better now.
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