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Creation; Writing Game
Topic Started: Dec 30 2005, 11:23 AM (301 Views)
Ignia
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I leave for one month and you let Image-ine die! For SHAME!

Anyway, the way this works is you write about what the picture the last person posted, and then post a picture for the next person to write about. And don't just write two sentences just so you can post a pic. Alright, let's go!

Here's the pic you write about. Don't forget to post your own pic afterwards!

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Slorgump
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Hmmm.. Let's see.. Random sparks coming out of the sword is a little weird and theres everythings green seems like one man lord of the rings that basicly makes it look as if this guy link is slashing at this green guy but he missed and will fly forward and get clothlined by the camera :)

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Ignia
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Yes thank you Slorgump for showing us how not to play.

Let's try this. I always loved this pic, and it goes along with the last.


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Common, Volvagia deserves some good imagery!
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psychomunkey3
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As the firey demon swirled around him, he bagan to think to himself, "How am I going to defeat it?"
He raised his sword, ready for the battle...


sry if it sounds shitty Iggy...havnt talked to ya in a while glad to have ya back! :D

ok image:

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here we go
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Shrike
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"I'll give you two options!" the Elf cried as he swirled around the fire demon's head on his quicksilver steed. "Either you can turn back the damage or my sword will!"

"Round and round the pointy-ears flies,
On swirling winds art borne his cries,
Yet impotent as the wind on stone cold,
So art his pleas 'gainst this One of old," the demon hissed, lashing at the quicksliver avatar with his claws and tail and missing. The earth shook and vomited foul vapors as the elemental chain reaction raced outwards from the volcano nexus, drawing fire and brimstone from the depths of the earth to the surface. Such a strong elemental imbalance would soon lay waste to the surface world, as the earth shook in its throes of chaos.

"So be it, Ancient One. You know the penalty for destroying the balance so thoroughly. I'm surprised that never crossed your mind." The Elf raised his sword and hefted his shield, lightning and energy crackling around him.

"The Balance methinks a pack of lies,
For the Elders a tool for to mesmerize,
the weak, or maybe the strong thou dost feel,
the need great secrets from to conceal,

Pray thee, close to the mark hit I?
Matters it does not, for today one of us shall die,
Enough of petty words these, lift thy sword and shield,
How darest thou weapons against me wield!"

The Fire Wyrm shifted and began to rise out of his pool of lava, the dread coils of the beast whipping the magma into a fiery froth and flinging red-hot droplets everywhere. The hideous jaws opened and belched forth a jet of blood-red fire so fast and wide that not even the swift quicksilver steed of the Elf would have been able to dodge it.

The Elf crouched and took the assault full on his shield. Blue and red lightning arced from the violent crash of conflicting energies and played over the fiery chamber, blasting furrows in the glowing rock and vaporizing boulders. The stream of fire was reflected up and out of the vent of the volcano, both rider and steed protected by a shimmering azure forcefield that deflected the hostile energies of the Wyrm's attack.

"Fool," yelled the Elf as he guided his quicksilver steed around the Wyrm's head, "You cannot hope to triumph over the one who wields the Aegys! Turn back your evil now and you might be given some clemency, but I will gladly slay you if I must!"

"Irreversible the process is now, little one,
But pray why should I abandon what I hath begun?
For the sake of the innocent, for whom no care have I?
Kill me now, elf, or make more convincing your cry!"

"You've made your choice, spawn of the earth. I hope you don't come to regret it." The quicksilver avatar dove at the monster, and the Elf leveled his sword at the beast and fired a bolt of incandescent white lightning that smote the ugly head. The agonized cry of the monster shook the cavern walls, and the lashing of the beast's body threw up waves of lava that crashed and spilled across the stone floor. The Elf leaped from his steed, his sword blazing with power, and plunged it up to the hilt into the monstrous forehead. The beast in its death throes smashed its head against the fiery walls of its lair, and the Elf was stunned and fell limp into the bubbling lake of lava. A blue flame leaped up briefly from the Elf's broken body, and was gone.

Slowly, the earth ceased its agonized heaving and began to quiet, flames sullenly sinking back into the red depths. The lava flows that had blazed indiscriminately across the land blackened and cooled, and all settled back into preturnatural silence.

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Psssh. Step aside, amatures. :P

Oh yeah: this is for Ignia's^ Took me a while to write, sorry.

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Slorgump
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"Well hello" said the yeti to the wolfess Romanticly... That was a bad Idea. as it is described with a broken jaw and Twenty-five boot marks in his crotch as a reminder.

Did I do it right this time?.

once again

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Foster
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YES! Thank you Ignia, you're the best. I love this thread. :D And Slorgump, if you're not going to play right, just stay out. <_<

Edit: No, Slorgump, you didn't. That was pathetic.

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Thud! She staggered and slipped as she walked into the wall. Only there was no wall...or there shouldn't have been. She stood up, brushed herself off, and checked her nose. Sure enough, it was bleeding. She carefully reached out her hand, and it bumped into something that wasn't there. She couldn't see anything, not the glint of glass or any edges. Yet there was definitely a wall there. She shook her head, an expression of pure confusion crossing her blooded face. She plugged her nose with one hand, and felt along the invisible wall with the other. it went across the whole alleyway, there was no way through. She turned around to go back--Thud.

She hit another wall, this time in the direction from which she came. Utterly perplexed, she ran her hand along the invisible wall, finding that this one traversed the entire expanse of the alley as well. She was trapped! Frantically, she searched for an opening, but there was none. She turned around, but the first wall was still there, trapping her in a visibly open space. She began to hit the wall with one hand, then both, letting her nose bleed freely again, but she didn't care. She had to get out. I have to get out. She was pounding on the wall so fiercely now that her arms and hands began to bleed. She screamed and she cursed and she beat the unseen wall, but it did not give way, nor did it move.

She turned and leaned against the wall, breathless, but still pressing against it. Then she felt a slight pressure on her head, and it increased, and she realised that there was another invisible wall. This one was above her head, slowly moving downward, making the space she was trapped inside smaller and smaller. She held up her bloody hands to stop it, but it just kept coming, and coming, and coming. It slid down towards her, and she knew that nothing she could do would stop it. Soon it would crush her, and she would die, and that realisation terrified her. She screamed and screamed, more loudly than she ever had, more loudly than she thought she could. She was trapped on the floor now, the invisible ceiling still slowly descending, crushing her. She could no longer breathe, could no longer scream. All that was left was the terror in her eyes, and the grave pain of her ribs snapping, and the loud crack when the ceiling began to crush her skull. And then, when the agony in her chest and her head was almost too much to bear, it suddenly stopped. And she was free.

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Slorgump
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Ahem... What did that have to do with a spoon? anyhow.

He thrashed at his computer yelling "Why not, why doesn't the link work?!" Over and over again until he heard a loud CRACK! He look and his brused and now bloody hands and thought "What could that have possibly been?" He looks at his monitor and sees he broke it and screams "DAMN YOU PICTURE!" That's what you getfor buying LCD. :)

There we go maybe this time I did something somewhat worth while.

EDIT: Oops forgot the picture here we go and please if you don't have anything nice to say than just shut up. Please try and make the thing about this funny cause I don't think it's possible to take this seriously

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Shrike
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That's not the point, junior. The picture doesn't describe the limits within which the author has to write, it's only the starting point to give the author some direction. The picture gives the author a subject and maybe a theme, but from there it's entirely up to the author's imagination and creativity to write something really cool. And then someone else will read it and think, "Wow, that interpretation was a lot different than mine, but I can see how that would make sense," and they gain some new perspective, and then maybe they're inspired to write something equally creative. Which really is the whole spirit of the game. So you can either embrace that and have a bitchin' good time with us, or you can badmouth our work and turn out little pieces of crap and get even more on our nerves. I leave that choice up to you.

And try and make your pictures a little bigger, they're kinda hard to see. ;)
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Slorgump
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Dec 31 2005, 06:11 AM
And try and make your pictures a little bigger, they're kinda hard to see. ;)

Okay one second and I never badmouthed anything.

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Shrike
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Dec 31 2005, 05:27 AM
Ahem... What did that have to do with a spoon? anyhow.

No criticisms until you have something comparable to show us. ;)
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Slorgump
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Not critism I made was just making point AND Did roger ebert ever make a movie? Now just make the post and stop bugging me. Jesus christ why does everyone hate me? I have 3 maybe 4 people on this forum who don't have something bad to say about me in every post they make about me.
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Phoenixphire44
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Dec 31 2005, 06:29 AM
Not critism I made was just making point AND Did roger ebert ever make a movie? Now just make the post and stop bugging me. Jesus christ why does everyone hate me? I have 3 maybe 4 people on this forum who don't have something bad to say about me in every post they make about me.

Take it as a hint then.
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Ignia
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Make that two maybe three, Squid. Good grief it's a GAME people! And thank you Foster for that wonderful (yet mobid and creepifying) story.

Now the same thing happened last time in Image-ine, but that's not going to stop me from trying to get this thread going!

No

More

Arguing.

The point of this is not cratique or bitching! It's supposed to be fun and to help advance one's skills through example and practice. So. If anyone's still confused on how to play, Shrike and Foster gave two wonderful examples (Shrike's was describing the fire-dragon pic I posted). And Spiky's right: the pic is just to get you started. From there let your mind fly!

Here's a pic for the next player:

(Pst Foster! The title of this is pic is Canadian Dragon :fpbls: )

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The cold wind blew across the craggy stone of the shield lands. The sparse trees swayed in the gale, and every living thing knew that winter would soon be upon them. Leku knew that she had to make it back to her village before the snows came and wrapped the land in a frozen blanket. If not, there would be no going back. She gently patted her dragon's head, the soothing sound it made in response like a cross between the purr of a lynx and the coo of a ptarmigan.

A sharp, loud sound suddenly broke her away from her reverie. She turned and saw that it was a stately raven cawing at her from a stunted tree not far away. She smiled and winked at the onyx-coloured bird, and it cocked its head at her. Then it nodded, and flew off, as if it understood the gesture. Leku knew it understood.

Shaking her head at her loss of concentration, she lightly kicked her dragon mount, and like the raven, took to the skies. Heading home at last.

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Sorry 'bout the double post, but hotlinking to Elfwood doesn't seem to be working properly anymore, and this thread needs to be bumped anyway. ;) Plus it's too late to edit.

So here it is.
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Slorgump
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no more elfwood for you. doesn't work there's a giant thing saying the samething.

And I'm posting this again because ignia ignored me so here it is again. My 2ND ignored post.

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Sigfried
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Jan 2 2006, 05:20 AM
Sorry 'bout the double post, but hotlinking to Elfwood doesn't seem to be working properly anymore, and this thread needs to be bumped anyway. ;) Plus it's too late to edit.

So here it is.

Beneath the great yew, ona place where bards compose their songs, a young wizard rest his pace. Hungry to the core, he seeks for a meal, weary under the silver drops of rain a small flame enlightness the dark, under the great yew where everyone writes on the bark, many stories are told in this place, where the names of the ones who speaks of them are gone, but the song always remain.

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lil fairyfly
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wait, i have 1 question, do we write about the picture we post or do we write a story of the previous 1? :huh:
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Phoenixphire44
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Sigfried
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Objection!!!
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still waiting, no one else??, damn....
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Ignia
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k, k. Hold on....

Moonlight glistens, and wings beat as the heart of the heavens. The sweet music floods the earth as darkness fades to joy. Pain is always relinquished, the bleeding always ebbs. The sun, no matter how dark the night, finally pierces through and streaks the sky with her blood. From this blood rains angels and from angels rains happiness.
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Sigfried
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Objection!!!
*ahem*, and....
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Ignia
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Wait for it..... AAAANNNDD..........



[size=7]SIGGY FOR MODERATOR!!![/size]

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Sigfried looked down from above. He looked down on his lifeless form. He looked at the iron rod prutruding from his former chest. He didn't exactly remember how it had happened, but it had. He was dead. He looked at his new black feathers. He grinned in appreciation. He may be dead, but he didn't really mind. He could discuss philosophy with those who came before him. He could find out which religion, if any, was correct, or if it even mattered what religion someone was. The afterlife opened all sorts of new opportunities, all he had to do was find them.

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