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Post by Qwerty333 on Mar 27, 2009 6:38:00 GMT -5
That's such a sad story... Drunk driving kills s many people, thankfully none I know.  <OOP> Did Doomish get banned? Because his personal text says "Goodbye"... </OOP> |
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Post by Sandmaster on Mar 27, 2009 8:22:07 GMT -5
he changed it now
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Post by doomish on Mar 27, 2009 8:25:43 GMT -5
I'm leaving the forum for a while to get away from the issue at hand until it's resolved for good. But I'm sure I'll be back. I love you guys, you know I can't stay away from you.  |
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Post by Sandmaster on Mar 27, 2009 9:25:50 GMT -5
Does this mean that we can't avoid you too?  Be back soon! |
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Post by The One on Mar 27, 2009 9:35:34 GMT -5
Goodbye doomish hope you come back soon.
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Post by Sandmaster on Mar 27, 2009 9:54:14 GMT -5
Or just NOW?
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Post by doomish on Mar 27, 2009 20:22:52 GMT -5
This will be the last thing I'm going to post for a while...
Sigh, I suppose I should. I'm not sure. This is the final story...
Ladies and gents, this is "The Fair Land of DBFia"... As told from a fairy tale perspective...
Sometimes I wish it were a fairy tale...
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Once upon a time, there was a kingdom. As with usual kingdoms, there lived a king and queen, peasents, and all inbetween them. There was a set of law and knights to guard and even a royal crown.
But one day, the crown dissapeared, and nobody knew why. The king suspected a young inhabitant of the state, because she was the only one who had seen the crown the previous day. Her family disregarded his accusations, claiming she was nowhere near the castle. The parents of the girl held immense power, but the king had no knowledge of it at the time.
And the two households feuded.
In one household, there lived the king. High and mighty he was. His subjects listened to him without question, and he was the final decider in every issue in the kingdom. He was the supreme ruler, but whenever someone questioned him, he smited, or worse, killed them altogether.
Int he other household, there lived the girl. One with a powerful voice but little to speak about. The argument she'd struck up with the king was slowly starting to anger her, but all it really did was make her feel bad for anyone who stood in his path.
The king was in a rage. He decided he'd strike people down one by one until he found the one who had stolen his beloved crown. He told his noble and valiant knoights to drop the issue, while he picked it up. He drew his sword.
Suspect after suspect came to his castle, unkowing to their ultimate fate. Those who entered did not come back out.
The girl was one day sitting on a step on her front walk, saddened by the trouble she hadn't even caused. A knight, his armor scarred and dented slightly from battle, sat next to her. The knight asked her why she looked so dapper. It was a beautiful day.
"Oh, knight... I just want it to stop..." The maiden said. She explained to the knight her situation, and how the king was blaming her and striking down even his own guards. The knight grimaced beneath his iron mask, and looked towards the castle.
"Stay here, young lass. I will return with his head." The war-torn knight said to her. Before she could even protest, the knight was off. She sat back on her stoop and walloed in her sadness. She knew the knight would either kill the king who she loved with all her might, or the knight would lose his own life. She sighed and looked towards the birds, wishing she could be like them and simply fly away.
The knight shoved his way into the king's throne room. The king knew his time would be up soon enough, and he drew his blade. The knight drew his as well, a thick sword that had seen many battles. The king's diamond-tipped sword gleamed in the light, from an exquisite chandelier on the ceiling. They locked blades, again and again, neither gaining any headway. The fierce duel lasted for hours, endless war shredding the room to pieces. Be it furniture or corpses, it had a few slash marks by the end of the battle.
The king saw an opportunity, and took it. He wrenched his sword through the knight's thick armor, into his chest and out the other side. The black knight grunted in pain and anger, grabbing the edge of the king's sword with one thick glove. He moved forward swiftly and slammed the king, still holding the blade, into the wall. Gripping his own blade, he held it to the king's neck, ready to kill him.
The king tried to sidestep the issue, pleading with the knight, telling the knight he was sorry. But the knight knew he was lying, the knight knew he would return to his old ways and the kingdom would retend the issue never happened. He knew the king would continue killing until he found his crown.
The knight put the sharp end of his blade into the king's throat. Then, the knight dropped his sword. He realized he would be no better. If he killed the king, he would also be a monster, he'd become what he hated.
The knight removed the king's sword from his chest, lifted his mask and grimaced. Smiling as if he'd won, the king shooed him off.
Outside of the castle, the young girl was waiting for the knight to return. She gasped when she saw his injury and rushed to help him. She pleaded with him to stop the senseless fighting, and he said he would. He smiled at her and gave her a hug. Chuckling a little, he said he would be leaving. The smile ran away from the maiden's face.
"You're... Leaving? But, why, fair knight?"
"I don't want you to worry anymore, young lass. You'll be fine."
"Please, Sir Knight... may I patch your wounds before you go?"
He looked himself over.
"I'm sure that would be fine."
And, for the first time in days, the girl smiled.
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Goodbye, ODBF. I'll be back.
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Post by jakebob on Mar 28, 2009 5:24:30 GMT -5
Wow.
Epic.
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Post by The Dark Master on Mar 28, 2009 5:49:06 GMT -5
Is that based on something?
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Post by Qwerty333 on Mar 28, 2009 6:14:03 GMT -5
*sigh*
Read the top of his post. It says.
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Post by The Dark Master on Mar 28, 2009 6:18:07 GMT -5
Oh sorry. I sometimes miss the obvious.
*walks into pammer tree*
Anyway, i wonder what it was based on.
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Post by doomish on Jul 29, 2009 2:29:05 GMT -5
=== Once upon a time, there were three people stuck in an elevator together. One's name was Tim, the other's name was Bobby, and the third was Katie. Tim and Katie were newlyweds, just returning from their honeymoon. Bobby was the outcast of the three, younger and much angrier than Tim. He had serious behavioral problems, and was kicked out of College because of it. Tim and Katie had come to Tim's workplace after his shift to look for his wallet, which they found underneath his desk. The office was just closing after an eventful workday, and the two hurried back to the elevator so they could leave. However, as soon as they (and Bobby, who joined them along the way) started descending to the ground floor, the elevator ground to a halt. It was stuck in its place. The office hadn’t closed, it was simply stuck for some reason. Tim looked to Katie, who glanced around. The lights in the elevator went out suddenly, bathing the cramped room in an eerie red glow. Bobby snickered and pulled out his phone, texting his friends that he was stuck in an elevator. Tim and Katie sat against the wall and talked amongst themselves while Bobby did his own thing. Eventually, the elevator moved a little, but other than that was still stuck in place. Bobby figured the door was just jammed, so he hit the “Door Open” button and wrenched it open. He looked down into the chasm below. They were still on the seventeenth floor, meaning they hadn’t moved much. There was a solid wall of concrete where an exit should be. Looking at the ground, Tim noticed a sliver of light protruding from below. They were not only stuck, they were stuck between floors so they couldn’t get out. Katie sighed. Tim tried to make jokes about the situation, but Bobby just rolled his eyes. Katie giggled a few times but other than that there was no response from her. The elevator had effectively stopped moving again, when there was a grinding noise from above. The noise got louder and louder until a sudden snap cut off all the rest of the noise. The elevator slowly started to descend, but then it got faster and faster, and with a grim realization, the three came to the conclusion that the line had snapped. Tim hopped forward and pressed the panic button, which extended some metal pads on the sides of the elevators. They grinded against the walls of the elevator shaft, slowing it down considerably. The sudden jolt of the elevator stopping flung Katie forward onto her face and Bobby out of the elevator and onto the floor. Tim led Katie out of the elevator and into the darkened office. Bobby flipped the light switch, revealing that they were alone. They looked at one another, scratching their heads. The door to the stairs was closed and locked, as was the door to the other offices. Tim and Katie shrugged, deciding they would simply stay for the night. Bobby refused to give up, however, and spent the next hour trying to pry the door open. Eventually he gave up and logged into a nearby computer, surfing the internet all night. In the morning, Tim was called into his boss’ office, and she apologized for the entire thing. Tim said it was an odd experience, and that he was okay. She asked if he was planning to sue, and he shook his head, smiling. From then on, Tim and Katie always took the stairs. === EDIT: Pretty sure this one was a dream.  |
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Post by Qwerty on Jul 29, 2009 2:34:40 GMT -5
Well... The broken cord, falling elevator thing is simply completely impossible, but besides that it's a great story.
You deciding to come back, with Listo gone?
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Post by doomish on Jul 29, 2009 4:49:47 GMT -5
Well, something happened. Maybe I was on drugs. I don't know.
But meh, I figured I'd stay anyway. I mean, I spent so much time making that John Freeman avatar and sig, I couldn't let them go to waste.
EDIT: Now that I think about it maybe it was a dream. I'm pretty sure it was a dream.
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Post by ~Kill3r~ on Jul 29, 2009 6:08:06 GMT -5
brilliant stories!
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Post by doomish on Jul 29, 2009 8:34:17 GMT -5
Well, thank you. |
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Post by dagamer on Aug 25, 2009 1:06:24 GMT -5
Very brilliant.
[offtopic](to the tune of this aint a scene its an outrage - fall out boy) This aint a bump, its a god damn post![/offtopic]
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Post by Sandmaster on Aug 25, 2009 15:12:15 GMT -5
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOOMISH
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