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Post by Edwin on Jan 7, 2007 14:20:24 GMT -5
LOL, Edwin. Are youserious? Yes I am but the karma has gone. )':
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Post by Jacques Snicket on Jan 7, 2007 21:57:44 GMT -5
I’d like to be in the story.
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Post by Alice Wilde on Jan 9, 2007 20:08:43 GMT -5
Bella sat on her therapist’s couch, tissue clutched in her hands. It was the sort of couch that you would lie down upon had you had a rough day...a light shade of beige. The entire room was a light shade of beige, a calming color with calming furniture.
Or, at least, it was supposed to be.
Her shrink fumbled around the room and finally settled in his chair. After flipping through a few pages in his notebook, he looked up.
“Bella...”
“All Due Respect!” She tore the tissue in half.
“...ADR.” He smiled, scribbling a prescription for an anti-depressant he would later give her to be on the safe side. “How about I call you that, huh? Since you like nicknames and such?”
“Usernames.” Bella declared. “I liked usernames. Before those...” Shivering, she bit her lip. “No, no, I’m not going to use foul language. I’m not going to sink to their filthy...filthy... level...”
“Okay.” Her therapist nodded. “Um, your parents brought you here because you seemed very angry and weren’t doing your schoolwork....And you stabbed your teacher a ballpoint pen. Ah, that would explain why they called me at seven this morning...”
“Look, she shouldn’t have been asking me those questions.” Bella pointed to herself. “I don’t need to deal with that...stuff...right now.”
Her therapist seemed concerned. “Well, what exactly was she asking you?”
“Why I was crying.” She dabbed her eye with a half-piece of tissue. Her therapist debated whether or not to question her further, not knowing if she had the pen with her or if it was still embedded in Mr. Long.
However, after a moment, she started. “Look, doc...
It all seemed to begin When I tried to log in.
(I couldn’t.)
Then I went to see What they had done to me.
(They shouldn’t.)
I had been banned! Fired, displaced, canned... “Rudeness” was the cause And, what’s more, there was applause...
They were happy to see me go! There wasn’t even a way for me to cry ‘no!’ They tossed me away without protest And now I have to confess...
(Confess)
Banned! I can’t believe this is where we stand. After all I did for them This is nothing short of sin...
(Sin...)
Banned! They survived only under my command! They have no idea what they owe me, But then again they don’t know me...
Banned! But now I have a plan...
(It’s so simple, doc...)
Tragedy, tragically, thinks he can take my powers away Retrieve his forum ‘ADR’s fall’ Yet I can make every one of them pay He gave me his password after all!
And so, for 667 Dark Avenue, This is farewell Let’s see how they’ll do When their heaven turns into hell.
(Hell!)”
“What are you talking about?” Her therapist asked, forgetting himself.
Bella grinned and reached into her pocket. Her therapist shrank into his chair as she pulled out a bloody ballpoint pen.
“Bella...”
“‘All due respect, doc,” She said, standing up and advancing toward him. “But, I’m on a quest for revenge now. And, like in the movies, I can’t have anyone in my way...”
Her therapist ’s screams echoed through the halls.
Of course, that’s common in a mental hospital.
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Post by All Due Respect on Jan 9, 2007 20:45:48 GMT -5
Hi ummmm can I just say something? YOU are all terrible people and the ones who are going to hell - not me
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Post by idiotj on Jan 9, 2007 21:33:13 GMT -5
Alice. I love you. You're wonderful. So wonderful that I love you. Here I have to go again, trying to find words enough to express my love. I am nothing. You are wind and water and sky. Tell me how I can earn your love. I would swim oceans, I would move mountains, I would do anything for you. What do you want me to do?
Yes. Alice. You're so wonderful. Wonderful and twisted. Sorry, ADR. I feel bad for you and I'm sorry about your downfall. But I love Alice. You're so wonderful and cruel and amazing. Let me feel fire, let me drink poison, tell me to tear my heart in two, if that's what you want me to do.
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Post by A. the Returned on Jan 10, 2007 0:26:01 GMT -5
That's great Alice, I love you writing and your musical lyrics and wow *awesomeness*
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Post by BSam on Jan 10, 2007 7:45:49 GMT -5
what J said
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Post by Edwin on Jan 10, 2007 12:16:21 GMT -5
Hi ummmm can I just say something? YOU are all terrible people and the ones who are going to hell - not me That story was great, when do I come in? The bloody ballpoint was my favourite idea. It was great.
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Post by Alice Wilde on Jan 10, 2007 12:26:21 GMT -5
Hi ummmm can I just say something? YOU are all terrible people and the ones who are going to hell - not me No, no, no, no you're not going to hell. You're going to make our lives hell. If you were going to hell, I'd have break out my copy of the Inferno and decide which circle was the worst. I know, I know, being chewed by Satan is supposedly the most awful, but I think the Marshes of Styx are worse. Or something. J, I'm not worthy of your love. I, uh, wasn't going to write the next part. I thought this was a collaboration.
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Post by Edwin on Jan 10, 2007 14:06:38 GMT -5
You can't stopped now, I'm hooked.
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Post by Dear Dairy on Jan 10, 2007 14:38:23 GMT -5
Wonderful! More, please. I'd like to read the scene where ADR takes revenge upon Gigi for striking her.
(Love ya, G!)
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Post by Gigi on Jan 10, 2007 14:42:41 GMT -5
That's what I'm waiting for too. Can't wait to see what's next.
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Post by SF on Jan 10, 2007 16:37:12 GMT -5
Very nice, Alice. I love the song, it's brilliant.
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Post by PJ on Jan 10, 2007 22:54:52 GMT -5
Too bad, this is a collab, not everything will be written by Alice. Just most of it. Please? So meh, I just threw this together, to get the ball rolling. I dunno who's up next, please step forward, and notify the rest of us first (do as I say, not as I do), so that we don't all write it as well. Also, we can trade ideas, and set up a sort of vague plot for the future.
And yes, I realise that you'll all be pressured to compliment my story as well in lieu of Alice's truly excellent piece, but don't bother unless you mean it. I also realise that by stating this, you'll be even more pressured. Well, tough luck. If you're lucky, my bit won't be half bad, so you won't be forced to compliment me for no reason.
Part Two – The Beginnings of a Dastardly Plan
She needed a plan. Gigi, she decided would have to be taken care of. In a really nasty and mean, but bizarrely creative way. Like impaling her with a chocolate sword, or repeatedly running over her with a remote control car. That shot acid from a concealed hose! And had sidewinder missiles that fired at the push of a button and – Tragedy! Tragedy too, she realized. She had thought he was nice, but he had demoted her and banned her without warning. She had won the puzzle, after all! In her mind, that meant she was the cleverest person in all of 667, and deserved to be admin in perpetuity! But he, he had taken it all away again! And Gigi, Gigi had set it all off! Both would have to be taken care of, of course, before her master-plan could start. They just had to go. No question about it. Besides, with them gone, it would be far easier to seize control of 667 and turn it into hell on earth.
But who could help her in this dastardly task? No-one would bother helping her destroy a mere internet forum. No-one but her knew how important the little forum was. Well, her, and the 667ers. She truly was no longer one of them, she realized. In her mind, they were them. The enemy. All the 667ers, she realized, were her enemies. It was her and it was them. Bastards (surely, if she only thought the word, it did not count as swearing, right? Swearing was verbal...not mental...still, when she was admin again, she'd see if she could censor mental swearing, as well). It was only her, though. All alone.
She needed a plan.
Her parents were rich. Ludicrously, fabulously, ridiculously rich. The clinic she had just left behind (in flames) was said to be one of the best. And it was in England. She didn’t know what kind of jet she had flown over here in, but it was almost certainly one of those top-secret military ones that have been cobbled together from various bits of technology salvaged from aliens, long lost atlanteans, and advanced races of super-humans which used to live on this earth before some big calamity killed them all off or turned them into dinosaurs.
She figured this because they had arrived earlier in time than when they had actually left. And not in a changing-time-zone-way. In a plutonium-supemegastardrive-lets-reverse-the-polarity kind of way.
And her parents didn’t like her. No-one did, but that was beside the point (she had a theory that it was a medical condition that caused people not to like her. Her psychiatrist had said it was her personality (her former psychiatrist, that is. Had died mysteriously in a session with her. According to Bela he had tripped, and fallen onto some bullets. A metric ton of cash from Bela’s parents had been enough evidence for the judge, however, and it had been deemed incompetence upon the psychiatrist’s part)). They (her parents) had just plonked her in that asylum (which was burning merrily now, despite the best efforts of England’s finest firebrigade) and left her there. If they remembered they had a daughter, they might one day bother showing up, perhaps in order to marry her off to some other rich obnoxious young man, in which case they would be surprised to find her mental asylum little more than a pile of charred ash. They hadn’t bothered reading the letter sent to them informing them of the tragic “demise” of her daughter.
And Bela also had a credit card with a limit so large it defied the laws of physics, logic, and, heck, might as well throw time into that list as well. She was also legally dead, thanks to the roaring tower of inferno that was busily covering the neighborhood in a thin layer of ash.
But she needed more than just money. She was alone. Completely and utterly alone. She had no allies. It was her versus an entire internet forum of highly intelligent and highly attractive people. Because, she reasoned, there had never been quite a case like hers. She had been all but exiled from 667! Sure, the ban had now been lifted, but she couldn’t just return. She’d be the laughing stock of the entire forum! It wouldn’t be the same. They’d all shun her. The problem was, when one was exiled, one didn’t have anyone left. It wasn’t really the forum she was being excluded from, it was the people. She had lost them all. And now, was all alone. Even as admin, people had tolerated her. Somewhat. The jerks.
Then, a thought occurred to her. In the back of her mind, a thought was dancing just beyond view. Something she had just thought…then it hit her. Something from her past at 667. She had been young, and hadn’t been online too frequently but…she realized, she remembered, she had not been the only one to have been exiled from 667.
She marched over to a nearby internet café, threw a bunch of cash into the face of the surprised owner, and quickly logged onto 667, pausing only to set her account to invisible mode, and to reply a few scathing PMs with “No, u” (it goes without saying that these PMs were bedecked with a veritable mosaic of eye-rolling smileys). Then she clicked on Awfully Ancient Archives, and began to read.
ADR was free. Unlimited disposable income, no nasty parents that might grab her back home, official dead to the world and a dastardly plan on her mind. The stage was set for her ultimate revenge of doom, and it had been done in such a way as to allow as much creative license to as many different authors as possible. What will come next, I cannot imagine, but it will no doubt be really, really epic.
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Post by katekor on Jan 10, 2007 23:04:37 GMT -5
Oo PJ, I loved it! Especially the last sentence... I think all you amazing talentful 667 writers should get together and keep writing this. Now!
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