"I'm searching for the endings to my horror anthology. Write me a horror story ending on the deaths of four other teams, and post them on all the levels to be reviewed or reviled by the public."
"The tea was a metaphor for my wasted time, cooling under the unneeded milk of your skepticism. My narration is the perfect third person perspective of our conversation, and all conversations."
Explained the Narrator with such sincerity that everyone listening was absolutely convinced.
In some dark, gloomy place Piled high with scraps A bunch of teams made a mistake And wandered into a trap.
Four teams traveled through the unknown gallery of Decollage When before them arose horrors like a twisted mirage Each one saw what the other could not Memories they wish they had forgot
In their clothes colored red Cardinal's flock saw themselves dead Corpses that shambled forward and their flesh tore and stretched The birds could not help but retch
Canary was pretty lame. But they made good kindling for flames. They flinched and couldn't help but gasp and thrash. As they watched their own bodies turn to ash!
Sage suffered a tragic accident in their eighties, The cause of death was a heart attack induced by rabies, It was extremely unfortunate, And the funeral costs were extortionate, But at least they died in old age?
That wasn't so bad but we're far from done Some more teams were in on the morbid fun. Iris got to see one heck of a spell. A four way murder was their tell.
Who killed Dear Iris? I, said the Sages, with my axe and rages, I killed Dear Iris.
Who saw them die? I, said the Fawns, with little yawns, I saw them die.
Who caught their blood? I, said the Copper Roses, with deepest woes, I caught their blood.
Who saw them once more? I, said the Shells, in the pits of hell. Dear Iris, Sage, Fawn, and Copper Rose -- I saw them all once more.
This was way too weird, or so it seemed. Maybe this was all some crazy dream? But before the scene could fade to black All the teams dropped dead from heart attacks.
You've forgotten the second part of my request: Post them on all the levels to be reviewed or reviled by the public. Until you do, I refuse to reward you even a single star."
"I am not writing the tale of a decadent pizza for you. What a waste of my talents!" Cried the Narrator, who was quite offended by this sudden interest in oily baked goods.
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Date: 2013-07-28 09:52 pm (UTC)Appendices.
1. The ending quest.]
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Date: 2013-07-29 01:11 am (UTC). . .yo! Is anyone in there?
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Date: 2013-07-29 02:10 am (UTC)"Yo," muttered the Narrator, bitterly. "I asked for a poet and this is what I got. A yo."
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Date: 2013-07-29 02:13 am (UTC)Heh, sorry! My poetry's a little rusty. And by that I mean, non existent. See?
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Date: 2013-07-29 02:15 am (UTC)The Narrator had prepared only a single star. He expected not to need more.
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Date: 2013-07-29 02:19 am (UTC)Piece? Do you know about the whole broken clock thing going down?
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Date: 2013-07-29 02:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-29 02:29 am (UTC). . .
Uh. It is now! So what can I do for it?
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Date: 2013-07-29 02:33 am (UTC)"I'm searching for the endings to my horror anthology. Write me a horror story ending on the deaths of four other teams, and post them on all the levels to be reviewed or reviled by the public."
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Date: 2013-07-29 02:45 am (UTC)But quick question.
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Date: 2013-07-29 02:53 am (UTC)As we all knkw, cold tea is an unforgivable crime.
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Date: 2013-07-29 02:55 am (UTC)[brings a finger up, poking at the letters]
How are you doing that? Do you have a face? I'd like to know the guy I'm gonna be writing for.
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Date: 2013-07-29 02:59 am (UTC)Hissed the Narrator, who did not appreciate fingers in his font.
"If you refuse, the clock can simply remain unfixed, the tale unfinished, and your role reduced to a mere bystander."
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Date: 2013-07-29 03:02 am (UTC)[blinks at that, removes his hand--wait a darn second]
How do you drink tea without a face?
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Date: 2013-07-29 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-29 03:13 am (UTC)Do we have an unreliable narrator on our hands? C'mon, level with me.
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Date: 2013-07-29 03:21 am (UTC)Explained the Narrator with such sincerity that everyone listening was absolutely convinced.
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Date: 2013-07-29 03:42 am (UTC)[just. cracks up laughing alfksjf]
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Date: 2013-07-29 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-29 03:47 am (UTC)Sorry, man! I'll get back to you with the stories. You go enjoy that metaphor of yours.
[away he goes /)'w'(\]
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Date: 2013-07-30 01:16 am (UTC)[PRESENTING HORROR STORY POEM TO IT 8')]
In some dark, gloomy place
Piled high with scraps
A bunch of teams made a mistake
And wandered into a trap.
Four teams traveled through the unknown gallery of Decollage
When before them arose horrors like a twisted mirage
Each one saw what the other could not
Memories they wish they had forgot
In their clothes colored red
Cardinal's flock saw themselves dead
Corpses that shambled forward and their flesh tore and stretched
The birds could not help but retch
Canary was pretty lame.
But they made good kindling for flames.
They flinched and couldn't help but gasp and thrash.
As they watched their own bodies turn to ash!
Sage suffered a tragic accident in their eighties,
The cause of death was a heart attack induced by rabies,
It was extremely unfortunate,
And the funeral costs were extortionate,
But at least they died in old age?
That wasn't so bad but we're far from done
Some more teams were in on the morbid fun.
Iris got to see one heck of a spell.
A four way murder was their tell.
Who killed Dear Iris?
I, said the Sages,
with my axe and rages,
I killed Dear Iris.
Who saw them die?
I, said the Fawns,
with little yawns,
I saw them die.
Who caught their blood?
I, said the Copper Roses,
with deepest woes,
I caught their blood.
Who saw them once more?
I, said the Shells,
in the pits of hell.
Dear Iris, Sage, Fawn, and Copper Rose --
I saw them all once more.
This was way too weird, or so it seemed.
Maybe this was all some crazy dream?
But before the scene could fade to black
All the teams dropped dead from heart attacks.
Bam.
By the way, do you do pizza requests?
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Date: 2013-07-30 01:19 am (UTC)You've forgotten the second part of my request: Post them on all the levels to be reviewed or reviled by the public. Until you do, I refuse to reward you even a single star."
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Date: 2013-07-30 01:24 am (UTC)Now what about pizza?
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Date: 2013-07-30 01:33 am (UTC)Also, why am I suddenly a blond?"I do not do pizza," muttered the Narrator. What part of narration whispered into the dark hearts of men: I also provide pizza?
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Date: 2013-07-30 01:34 am (UTC)Can you write about pizza?
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Date: 2013-07-30 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 01:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-30 01:42 am (UTC)"But first complete my quest!"
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Date: 2013-07-30 01:44 am (UTC)Will do. I'm expecting awesome things from you.