Story thread

[Arkipeller]

I love this thread <3

[classical_hero]

Be careful, messire, lest they exploit your weakness.

Exactly. We will take over the world.

[Arkipeller]

Always unexpected... but suddenly it strikes. You may think it's cute, but the Margarine Monster are very wise creatures, fond of both sweets and cookies. They may be found teaming up i Civ Games where they deliver buttery love to friends and large dozes of deadly cholesterol to their enemies.

Beware!

[Behemoth]

It is well known that Bulgakov burned the first manuscript of "The Master and Margarita" in 1930. I, Behemoth (who was himself present for the events documented by Monsieur B.) have secured an Original and Authentic copy of this cherished document:

<Margarita has just saved a woman damned for smothering her infant child>

'Well, Behemoth,' began Woland, 'let's not take advantage of the action of an impractical person on a festive night.' He turned to Margarita: 'And so, that does not count, I did nothing. What do you want for yourself?' Silence ensued, interrupted by Koroviev, who started whispering in Margarita's ear: 'Diamond donna, this time I advise you to be more reasonable! Or else fortune may slip away.' 'I want, I want,' Margartia began. Margarita's breath was taken away, and she was about to utter the cherished words prepared in her soul, when she suddenly turned pale, opened her mouth and stared: "SCREW THAT EMO FUCK, I WANT TO GO TO 'MURICA!" Here a wind burst into the room, so that the flames of the candles in the candelabra were flattened, the heavy curtain on the window moved aside, the window opened wide and revealed far away on high a full, not morning but midnight moon. And Margarita was instantly transported to Vegas where she won a fortune at cards and lived happily ever after.

THE END

A bit of a let down, really.... though the story was continued in the epic series of adventures titled 'Behemoth in 'Murica' Perhaps I will be able share some of these adventures with you!

[Halvgud]

After a number of nightmares, dreamspeaker felt it best to go out into the wild for a time. There he wandered alone, making sure to remember where he saw good places to make camp and live off the land. Taking a path to the south, he found himself in a valley of unimaginable splendour and beauty. It was a wonder to behold and there were animals with wings and horns and immense strength. He decided to approach these animals, but then...he saw what shocked him to the core.

A murder of lions came into the valley, roaring and making much fuss. The animals scattered at first, then hid in a cave, but the lions followed them and soon there were shrieks and loud unnatural noises of innocence dying inside the cave, screams of horrific pain came from the darkness with load roars and growls. Dreamspeaker shed a tear, for such wonderful creatures to die made the world itself seem faded in colour.

Shockingly, the animals came out mostly unharmed, slick with blood and pieces of gore hanging from their horns and mouths...by the sun and moon! Their mouths! They had rows of sharp teeth were other animals had flat teeth to grind grass and eat leaves! Wait.. one of them appear to have a slight grazing of skin? Possible one of the lions actually made contact, but they seem formidable opponents and kind to one another as several have flocked together around the slightly wounded animal.. no.. those shrieks, no, no, noo this cannot be! They are eating the wounded pony alive!

Grabbing a branch from the nearest bush, dreamspeaker rushed down to attack the creatures. A stupid thing to do but the rage of innocence lost flooded through his veins. As he came upon them he smacked them about with his branch so they scattered away, some tried to bite but all of them were soon at a distance, eyeing him warily. The fallen beast was dead, he was too late to save it. It was half-eaten, and he was alone. Alone against so many of the big beasts. But why did they not attack? He must be a simple thing for them to kill?

Laying down his branch, he walked toward one, and it started to stampede towards him! Crying out and falling down, he grabbed the branch and the beast stopped short. How strange..



Some time later, he rode into the village upon one of the beasts, now a power to behold that would be well used to help in the daily struggles to get food and water.

[Satan]

Dear Halvgud, keep it up! I liek stories!

[TeddyKGB]

Lets continue:

Just like a murderer jumps of nowhere in an ally, love jumped out in front of us and struck us both at once.

Love leaped out in front of us like a murderer in an alley leaping out of nowhere, and struck us both at once. As lightning strikes, as a Finnish knife strikes! She, by the way, insisted afterwards that it wasn’t so, that we had, of course, loved each other for a long, long time, without knowing each other, never having seen each other…

And no, its not 'Sasha Grey' reference.

[WilliamLP]

I don't know if I have a vote since I'm not an official player in this game, only a ded-lurker. But I don't know if a Story Thread and a Chronicle Thread fully cover our need to create fiction about this game. How about a "Tales Thread", a "Yarn Thread" (heh, get it?), and maybe even a whole "Fable Forum"?

[Lord Parkin]

Yarn thread?

WHERE IZ?

[suttree]

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