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Post by PJ on Feb 25, 2006 19:04:12 GMT -5
Anyone who quits writing half-way or who takes ages to update is SATAN.
I always write my stories out completely before posting. Less pressure, more leisure. The only problem is the temptation to post it all at once.
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Post by s on Feb 25, 2006 19:05:29 GMT -5
*Is Satan*
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Post by PJ on Feb 25, 2006 19:12:42 GMT -5
YES, YES YOU ARE.
Edit: Until you read my story. See the link in my sig. Go. Now.
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Post by SF on Feb 26, 2006 9:02:58 GMT -5
You're referring to me, aren't you. You could be put into that category, yes. Also, there is Dupin, and Dismay.
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Post by Alice Wilde on Feb 27, 2006 10:24:58 GMT -5
*personally acquainted with the spawn of Satan*
I can't see that picture. This makes me emosad. Good writing though.
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Post by SF on Feb 27, 2006 17:37:06 GMT -5
So I've decided to write a little each day, just to keep you all interested, instead of waiting a few days inbetween each entry, they'll just be shorter but more frequent ----------------------------------------------- After coming to the realization that Antenora hadn’t been seen in over a week either, the now party of thirty decided to close the debate for the night and re-adjourn in the morning. PJ went back to his dorm, knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to sleep that night. He just had to figure out what had happened to Dante. Dupin and PJ were paired up in a room together. PJ peered down at the snoring Dupin and sighed, “Lucky scoundrel, he sleeps like a baby and I can’t even think about sleeping!” He got up and climbed down the ladder of his bunk bed, and began walking over to his desk, tripping over the shoe that he had carelessly left in the middle of the floor, “DARNET!” PJ yelled. Dupin started to toss and turn restlessly, when PJ realized that he had just shouted very loudly at 3:04 in the morning, and stood motionless for a few seconds until Dupin was fully asleep again. Finally reaching his desk, he turned on the lamp, grabbed a ball-point pen, a piece of paper, and his trusty light-saber spoon (see picture) for good luck—he’d need it. He tried to think rationally about what could have happened. He listed out all of the possibilities, and what the solution to that problem would be. - Possible:
-He could have become very ill, and is being hospitalized. Solution: Check Heimlich Hospital
-Him and Antenora eloped. Note to self: buy gift and a card congratulating them.
- Least likely:
-He could be at the local abandoned arcade playing the hit game Dance Dance Revolution (DDR) Solution: Go find him.
-He fell asleep reading in the park, and was taken prisoner by mountain lions. Solution: Find him and bring him back to civilization, in hopes that he has not been eaten alive.
- Worst-case Scenario:
-He left 667. Solution: ?
-He’s been kidnapped and is…
Just as he finished writing "is," PJ’s head landed on Dave the light-saber spoon as the little energy left in his body was gone, and finally fell asleep, as the light blue glow of Dave illuminated PJ’s left cheek. It was 5:00 a.m., he'd have to get up for breakfast in a mere hour and a half.
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Post by twistedbrain on Feb 27, 2006 18:03:57 GMT -5
Nice job! I like it. *is inspired to finish fanfiction*
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Antenora
Detriment Deleter
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Post by Antenora on Feb 27, 2006 20:16:17 GMT -5
Very cool. As I think I mentioned before(or someone might have, or I meant to mention, etc) it's interesting to see the work of a new author.
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Post by PJ on Feb 28, 2006 4:43:44 GMT -5
Neat-o.
Thanks for including Dave, and all.
But yeah, I've heard that Dante is an avid DDR fan, so it's not THAT unlikely...
not
Nice picture, by the way. This is awesome.
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Post by Dante on Feb 28, 2006 6:57:55 GMT -5
The list is marvellous, and I'm greatly enjoying this.
Edit: Also, will each entry have a picture? They're nice additions.
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Post by A. the Returned on Feb 28, 2006 8:00:18 GMT -5
Ooh, very nice and I got a reminder to read this, Yzay. But seriously, I like this so far.
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Post by SF on Feb 28, 2006 8:02:20 GMT -5
Neat-o. Thanks for including Dave, and all. But yeah, I've heard that Dante is an avid DDR fan, so it's not THAT unlikely... notNice picture, by the way. This is awesome. You're welcome, PJ, it was only right that he be in the story. I was actually writing the list part while talking to my boyfriend, Andrew, and he said something along the lines of "If you put that he was at an arcade playing DDR I'll be your best friend!" How could I resist? The list is marvellous, and I'm greatly enjoying this. Edit: Also, will each entry have a picture? They're nice additions. I think I'll try to have each entry have a picture in it, as they do add somethin different then some of the other fanfics floating around CC.
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Post by xangelkimzx on Feb 28, 2006 13:06:30 GMT -5
This is very good.
Well done!
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Feb 28, 2006 15:07:59 GMT -5
This is great. And it was cool getting a PM about it, it made me feel important. The DDR part made me laugh.
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Post by SF on Mar 1, 2006 7:51:18 GMT -5
I was grounded yesterday, so I didn't get to write much, and I don't know if I'll have time today. I'll get to it ASAP, but I have two tests to study for today. Edit: When Dupin woke up the next morning, he found PJ sound asleep at his desk, with Dave beside his head--on top of which was a mass of dark brown curly hair. Dupin finished getting ready: running a comb (see picture) through his medium length brown hair, brushing his teeth, and making his bed. Heading for the cafeteria, he left the snoring PJ behind. As Dupin neared the cafeteria he could already hear the constant chattering coming from his fellow 667ers. He went right to the breakfast line, and began daydreaming, when suddenly a roaring voice from the supposed lunch “lady” came the words, “Orange juice or Apple juice!?” She had asked him the same question three times over. Dupin jumped, and quickly replied, “Apple juice, please.” He then hurriedly paid for his breakfast of bacon and eggs, and went to his usual seat at a table with Jem, Setnick, and the empty chair in which PJ was normally found. “Hey guys!” said Dupin, not realizing he was interrupting a conversation going on between Jem and Setnick. “Oh, hey Dupin,” said SetnicK, “We were just discussing what might have happened to Dante and Antenora.” “Still no sign of them?” Dupin asked curiously. “None,” replied Jem. “Hey, where’s PJ at, Dupin?” she asked looking around for him. “He was still sleeping when I left, he looked awfully tired, and so I let him sleep in. Looked as though he had been up all night.” “I couldn’t sleep either, I was up trying to figure out what happened to Dante,” Said SetnicK with a yawn, “I think that if we find Antenora, we will undoubtedly find Dante, or at least get some clue as to where he might be. I’ll go to the moderator’s office and ask if she’s there, the moderators do tend to go in hiding sometimes.” Just then, a tired PJ with bags under his eyes stumbled into his chair, and managed to get out a sleepy, “G’morning guys.” “Well hey there sleepy-head!” said Jem in a voice to loud for someone who had just woken up, as PJ’s face scrunched together in an annoyed manner. “What were you guys talking about?” asked PJ, “I heard something about going into hiding.” “Yes, I think that Antenora might have gone into hiding.” Said SetnicK informatively. “I think it goes much deeper than that,” said PJ, “I was up last night making a list of possible scenarios,” he continued as he pulled the slip of paper from his back pocket. “I seemed to have fallen asleep in the middle of writing something, and I can’t remember what it was that I was thinking at the time, but I remember something about being murdered… or something like that… I’m not sure… it’s all really muddled, and I can’t think straight.”
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