| Spark | Date: Sunday, 2012-01-29, 12:52 PM | Message # 1 |
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| CHAPTER 1: I MEET THE KING OF TROLLS
Two princesses await their mother in the dungeon.
Why the dungeon?
You see, trolls have been invading their castle, little by little every night. Now they're 18, and the only place left is the dungeon.
Now, where was I?
Ammoniel POV
I was sitting down. No sign. In about 15 minutes, the trolls would find us and we'd be goners.
Lhethril was standing next to me, pacing.
"What is it?"
"Mom's probobaly dead, and the trolls will cast us away to the farthest corner of the Oak Empire."
"True."
I heard footsteps and grunts. The door boomed open.
Lhethril tackled me into a corner.
"Magesty, I saw someone." Said a fat troll.
"THEN GET THEM!!" Said the fattest one, fatter than godzilla.
The troll walked over the room. He stopped infront of us, and
reaches out. I stab his hand and run. But, it was too late. The
godzilla troll casted a spell at us. We froze, then the ice shattered
and blew away.
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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| Spark | Date: Sunday, 2012-02-05, 3:49 PM | Message # 2 |
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Lhethril
"Ugh... where are we...?" I said. I looked around. I saw a grey figure above me.
"Well hello, ladies." That startled me.
"YOU PERVERT!!!! GO AWAY!!!"
"That's not nice to say to someone who pieced you back together."
"What are you TALKING about?"
Ammoniel was standing beside him, and explained everything.
"Now, my name isn't pervert nor retard, it's Ranios."
"That sounds... Greek..."
"Exactly. You're in the Greek realm."
"Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss."
You tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is 'never try'.
After twelve years of therapy my psychiatrist said something that brought tears to my eyes. He said, "No hablo ingles."
Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the world together.
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