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Post by soufflé on Mar 4, 2014 13:43:56 GMT -5
omg i love this so much
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Post by The Duchess on Mar 5, 2014 18:27:48 GMT -5
The creepy thumb people from Spy Kids ruined my childhood. But this is a nice story.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 19:44:16 GMT -5
“Wait a minute,” asked Sophie. “Are we not even going to address the fact that our entire setting just changed twice. And the participants changed as well. Kyle isn’t a child. Hermes isn’t a robot. Sherry Ann isn’t an elderly Asian man.” The supernatural light took a sip of his drink, as he is wont to do. ”Ah yes, I’m glad you’ve addressed this. As you know, I am all powerful. I am able to change the structure of the world to whatever fits the narrative that I’m trying to construct.” “But if there’s a narrative, doesn’t that mean that the winners are already decided? Don’t we have any free will?” The glowing light pondered this. “Well, as was once stated, ‘Haha, we all know who you want to be in the story for a long time, so we can easily guess who will win in the first round.’ But you’re right. Will the four contestants in the next match please step forward.” Tragedy, Lucas, Tryina and Teleram all stood before him. “What sort of setting would you like the next match to be,” he asked. Tragedy started, “Well, I think it should be some sort of intellectual battle about economic policies in foreign countries and how they.” “CARTOONS,” interrupted the other three. “Very well,” said the light. “The next round shall take place in a cartoon world. You will now cross the threshold. Good luck.” “We’re animated,” yelled Lucas with glee. They stood in the middle of a jungle, filled with unique wildlife and plant life. He picked up a giant banana from the ground. “Hey, leave me alone,” said the banana. “This whole world is so silly and random!” “Anything can happen here,” said Tryina, as a rainbow flew across the sky and then turned into a puppy. The three children danced around joyously, while Tragedy got all grumpy, hating everything as per usual. “This is perfect,” shouted Lucas. Sadly the joy didn’t last long. Half of the ground suddenly turned into a giant ocean, and Lucas was caught in the middle of it. “I can’t swim,” he yelled. Tragedy reached out in an attempt to grab Lucas. Seconds before their hands could reach, a giant whale leapt out of the water, and consumed Lucas whole. The whale’s tail was visible as it dove back under, which is known as fluking. Tragedy shed a single tear, then moved on because he remembered how hungry he was. Unfortunately, the vast landscape that had previously surrounded them had now changed into a desert, void of anything except for a few cactuses, a stray large rock formation and a single paved road. Tragedy looked around for something to eat, but found nothing. In desperation, he looked over at Teleram, who was standing there with a silly grin on his face. Tragedy’s imagination ran wild as he pictured Teleram as a giant cheeseburger with the same grin. “Beep Beep,” said Teleram because of course he did, then he stuck out his tongue and ran at bullet speed, leaving a cloud of smoke behind him. Tragedy picked up a catalog and ordered a jet pack, which was delivered instantly via parachuted crate. He put it on and flew towards Teleram. As he gained on him, he put on a white bib and pulled out a fork and knife. He hovered over Teleram. Right as he was about to grab him, Tragedy slammed into the aforementioned rock formation, and became flat as a pancake. The whale spit Lucas out onto a tiny island in the middle of the sea. He had seen and experienced things inside the whale that he would never speak of to anyone, and was beyond grateful to be on dry land. He stumbled towards a palm tree, the only shade on the island. Underneath it sat Tryina. “Oh, hi there Lucas,” she said with a smirk. “Are you hungry?” Lucas nodded, and with the flick of her wrist, a cookie appeared in her hand. Lucas’s eyes lit up. “How did you do that,” he asked. “Don’t you understand, Lucas. We’re in a cartoon now. Anything we want, we can have, with the power of our imaginations. Try it.” Lucas closed his eyes, and the island became a stage at a K-Pop concert. Lucas’s eyes bulged in excitement. “We can manipulate this place to be whatever we want.” The two of them took turns imagining all their greatest dreams. Lucas would make fun video games for them to play, while Tryina had a full art studio. It was a paradise. Tragedy was walking on a giant pair of stilts that he had built. “For some reason these will make me be able to run very fast,” he said to himself. And he was right! He began chasing Teleram, until they reached the end of a cliff. Tragedy briefly celebrated cornering him, until he watched Teleram run across the air, and onto an adjacent cliff. Intrigued, Tragedy gave running across the air a shot himself. He made it halfway but then paused in midair, shrugged at the camera, and then fell into the river below, making a Tragedy shaped hole. “This has been really fun,” said Lucas. “But I’m ready to go home now.” “Oh, you can’t go home,” said Tryina. “But I miss my family and friends. “Sorry Lucas, but we’re still in a game. We can’t bring other people here.. But why would you want to leave anyways. You can have anything you want. And there’s no scary things here like growing up or not having any idea what life is even about. We can just swim in pools of ice cream while singing our favorite songs forever.” Lucas felt empty inside. “But none of this is real at all. But then again, what is real? We just live our lives, day by day, year by year, and then at the end, it’s suddenly over. Does anything we do even matter in the slightest? What’s the point of our existence?” Tryina walked up to him and put her arm around him. “There is no point of existing, Lucas. You finally understand. Everything we do is meaningless in the grand scheme of things. Our entire lifetime is just a tiny speck to the universe. And so if our every action is indeed pointless, then we should just embrace the darkness.” Lucas felt his cheery disposition fade away. The feeling of worthlessness consumed him. Gone were his imaginings of silly looking animals and beach balls bigger than him. Now all he could imagine was a desolate wasteland, filled with despair. Teleram saw a giant X in the middle of the road with a bunch of nong shim noodles next to it, so naturally he stood on the X to eat it. Tragedy, who had painted the X, readied himself. He removed a stick that was holding a ball in place, and the ball rolled down a ramp. At the bottom, it hit a boot, which flew through the air and kicked a door open on a small cage. A mouse walked out of that cage, and ate a piece of cheese that was on a scale. Due to the weight of the cheese being released, the other side of the scale lowered. The string that was tied to the scale pulled the trigger of a gun that the other side of the string was tied to. The bullet fired at a target, which was on the other side of a piano that was sitting near the end of a cliff. The slight vibration caused the piano to fall. Tragedy rubbed his hands together with anticipation of the piano falling on Teleram. But then he looked up, and realized that the piano was falling on him. It smashed into him, and he arose from the wreckage with piano keys instead of teeth. Teleram ran up to him and played a concerto on his mouth. Lucas created an entire city made of cookies. Then he smashed it to bits, just so that the residents of the city would feel the same emptiness that he felt. A small sentient cookie began trying to rebuild parts of the city, and it was just like that scene in the end of Batteries Not Included where the little robot was trying to rebuild the apartment complex all by himself, aka adorable and heartbreaking. “Excuse me, sir,” said the cookie while he was trying to work around Lucas. “Cookie, why are you trying to rebuild this city. Life is pointless. Nothing we do matters.” The cookie nodded, despite the fact that he is a cookie. “Well sir,” said the very cordial cookie. “ If nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do. I need to rebuild this city for the good of all my cookie friends.” Lucas began to tear up. This cookie was right. Even if everything is meaningless, that doesn’t mean we should stop trying. Lucas and the cookie shared a hug, and the cartoon world turned back into a happy place again. “Stop it,” yelled Tryina. “I had successfully tempted you with the power of imagination, then used it to show you the meaninglessness of everything. You can’t be happy!” It had become to everyone apparent that Tryina had become evil (perhaps she always was?), and had hatched some sort of elaborate plan with an unclear end game. As her plan was now foiled, she went to the equally underdeveloped plan B and charged towards Lucas with attempt to murder him. An entire army of cookie people emerged from the ruins of their city and defended their new ally, Lucas. They attacked Tryina, and the force of hundreds of cookies was too much for her to overcome. “The winner is Lucas and Tragedy,” said the glowing light with a booming voice. “Wait a minute, does this mean that Teleram is dead too too,” asked Lucas. All of a sudden, Tragedy appeared with a giant belly and burped. The screen faded to black except for a small circle on Tragedy’s face. “That’s all, folks.”
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Post by Teleram on Apr 30, 2014 19:53:20 GMT -5
haha this is great
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Post by Rellim on May 2, 2014 1:23:08 GMT -5
That may be the most imaginative piece of 667 writing I've ever seen.
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Post by bryan on May 20, 2014 19:41:09 GMT -5
This took me on an emotional journey actually
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Post by Charles Vane on May 21, 2014 15:43:59 GMT -5
cookies, mulan hating everything and angel were the best parts
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Post by Charles Vane on Mar 1, 2015 18:00:23 GMT -5
hi
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