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More brain crap stories from TGG.
« on: May 17, 2012, 05:33:40 am »
   In the countryside of some country, far far away, an old man sits on the porch of his house. Looking out at the forest in the valley below, listening to the birds nearby, singing a song of sorts, his breath soft and his pulse slow. He turns his attention to the photo album in his lap, and with creaking bones he opens it. He smiles a wrinkled smile at the many memories and allows his mind to wander off down memory lane for a short while...

   He was born in a small house on Baker Street, on a rainy day in June. His parents, immigrants from Romania, named him Tera Lazarovici. His older sister, Byte, shared the same features as him, black hair, brown eyes, roman-like noses, etc. Although they shared the same facial characteristics, they differed in personality. She was a genius of science, he was a genius of the streets, which was important later on in his childhood. When Tera was 11 and Byte was 14, their parents abandoned them. With no where to else to go, they went to their grandfather's house. Their grandfather was a kind man, but very old. They were with him for about a week before he passed away in his sleep. Even though Grandfather Lazarovici died, he left the children his house and his robotics workshop, which was hidden somewhere in the house. For three days Tera and Byte searched the house high and low, until Tera found a crack in the wall. When the siblings pushed on it hard enough, a secret door popped open to reveal a messy workshop with robotic parts everywhere. But what caught their eye was the object on the main worktable. It was an advanced looking robot, that definitely looked more like a human than the robots they saw on the streets everyday. This robot was complete, except it was missing a memory core. However, lucky for them their deceased grandfather had already programmed the memory core and left it next to the robot, almost as if he knew he wouldn't be the one to power up his greatest creation. Byte placed the memory core in the back of the robot's head. As soon as it was in place, the robots eyes flickered on, and became a light blue color. The robot looked at both of the children, and then bowed and introduced himself as Nano before saying, "What is it you require?" The siblings looked at each other before Byte said to Nano, "We require someone to take care of us. Are you up to that task?" Nano nodded his head in understanding and bowed once more to his new masters.

End of part 1.
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Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
« Reply #1 on: May 17, 2012, 08:20:03 am »
Interesting to see where you take it.
If sheep entrails could in any way be related to the weather, i.e. sheep trails only originate where it rains, then you could use it as an accurate model for discerning what the weathers going to be like. Either, sheep shit makes it rain, or raining makes sheep shit. Sheep don't shit "randomly" sheep shit after they eat, it doesn't rain "randomly" it rains after water collects in the atmosphere.

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« Reply #2 on: May 17, 2012, 09:04:10 pm »
Nice! I'm looking forward to part 2.
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« Reply #3 on: May 18, 2012, 12:30:51 am »
   "Don't you dare forget me. Promise you'll come back, you have to." This sentence played over and over again in his mind. He could hear the words, not the voice. This living-dead of a man knew someone once told him this, but who it was seemed to escape his memory...

   The Quinn brothers lived in a city, on the corner of Regret Avenue and Revenge Lane, a few blocks away from Baker Street. They owned a bakery and lived in the small apartment above it. Their lives were not exciting nor were they boring, but just right. One of their frequent customers, the Lazarovici family, recently had their second child, but that is the other story, not this particular one, but they two stories will meet eventually, just not yet. Anyways, the older brother was named James, the younger was Dante. Peaceful days were normal, until the day Dante died. It was an early morning in June, raining like it does everyday in June (in this city at least), and Dante was bringing out the garbage into the alleyway to put in the dumpster. Now, before I continue on, let's jump over to John's story for bit. John, 53 years-old, hates his job, his wife's cheating on him. When John confronted his wife about her affair, she told him the address of the man she was seeing. Unfortunately she mixed up her lover's address with his neighbor's, the brothers. Now back to Dante's death. John snuck up behind him, and brutally murdered poor Dante who had just turned twenty-one. Leaving the scene of the crime, and Dante's corpse, John returned home to find his wife with her lover and then murdered them both before killing himself, but enough about John, he's a very silly man. Let's go to James. James had just returned from picking up ingredients to get to work on making bread and other things, when he noticed the back door was open a little bit. He slowly proceeded over to the door, trying to keep himself calm, but the music on the radio wasn't helping. "Dante? You out here?" the older brother asked cautiously as he opened the door all the way. It was raining much more heavily than it was earlier, so it took James a few moments to realize what he was looking at. What he thought was just some collapsed drunk was actually his younger brother, lying in a pool of his own blood mixed with rain water. James eyes went wide with panic and such immense sorrow that the neighbors could hear his heart breaking...

   After Dante was buried in Pleasant Grove Cemetery, James didn't want to accept that his kid brother was dead and would never come back. He had to find a way to bring him back from the grave, no matter the price. He searched for weeks, until he came across a small shop that one would normally overlook and not notice it, but this was not normal circumstances. James entered the shop, the bell rung to signal that a customer was now present, and a very small wrinkled old man came out from behind a bookshelf. His eyebrows and mustache were so thick that you couldn't see his facial expressions. "Yes sonny? What is it you're looking for?" James looked around a bit at what goods the store had, and said, "I'm trying to bring my brother back. Don't suppose you would have anything to help me with that?" The old man stopped and thought for a moment before scurrying off to find a ladder. When he came back he propped the ladder against one of the tallest bookshelves James had ever seen, and climbed up to the very top. The wrinkled man plucked a book from on top of the bookshelf, and went back down. Before he gave James the book he said, "Be careful. What this book holds is a way to bring back the dead. However, there is limited life in this world, in order to bring one back from the dead, someone from the living will have to be exchanged with them. Death doesn't like to be cheated." But before the old man could tell James the last and most important detail, James grabbed the book and handed the old man a 50 Tenets (Tenets are their form of currency, kind of like the dollar or the euro) and practically ran out of the shop to get his brother back.

   He waited until midnight to get his brother's body from the graveyard. He had been digging for what seemed like years, but was really only an hour. When he opened the coffin, Dante's body was beginning to rot and his skin had turned a light green, which wasn't that surprising considering that the graveyard was surrounded by factories and such. Dante's wounds had been stitched up horribly (the wounds that had killed him) and were visible all over his body. James frowned a bit, but wrapped his brother in a canvas cloth and brought him to the bakery. Once everything was ready, he began the ritual. A fog from nowhere rolled into the room, and the candles threatened to go out. A cloaked figure appeared and croaked out at James, "Who has called me, the Lord of the Dead?" When James told Death of what happened and how he wanted his brother back, Death agreed. With the snap of its boney fingers, the corpse began to move a bit. When Dante opened his eyes again, they were no longer the bright blue they used to be, but were now a foggy blue color. He sat up slowly and stiffly. "Don't worry, he may be half dead but he won't eat human flesh like most mortals foolishly believe. Now, it is time for payment," Death said in a very grave tone. Shackles were now placed around James' wrists. "What are you doing?" James yelled, frightened. "Taking payment. The old man explained it to you, did he not? One of the living must be exchanged for one of the dead. But they must share the same blood, or it will not work." "He never told me that! Why does it have to be on of the same blood?" Death looked at the man and said, "There is no greater bond than the bond of blood." James looked worriedly over at his brother who was staring at them listlessly. Death saw this and said, "Do not worry, he's just waking up. You'll meet him again someday, but not anytime soon though." James felt a little better about that, and Death opened the door the realm of the Dead. James shouted something to Dante before he passed through completely. The door that was the midway between the Living and the Dead closed behind James, the last thing he saw was his zombie brother just staring at him...

   Pain, it hurts, everything FUCKING HURTS. His sight was foggy and blurred, and everything hurt. He heard two people talking in the distance, but it got louder and louder until he was in the same room as them. He sat up, and saw a man talking to Death. He didn't know what was going on, but it seemed important. After awhile a door suddenly appeared and Death was taking the man through it, but the man looked over his shoulder and yelled to him, "We'll meet again Dante, I promise, so don't forget me." And then the door shut and they were gone. "Dante huh? I guess that's me, but who was that guy? I kind of wish Death hadn't taken him, he seems like he knows me... Why can't I remember anything?" Dante got up and looked about the room, until he saw a mirror and had a good look at himself. "God damn, I look like I was in an accident. Two stitches on my face, well at least it isn't as bad as my chest, fucking stitches palooza there... Why the hell is my skin green?" He rubbed the back of his neck, it was so stiff it was like he slept on the floor for weeks. He went and explored the rest of the house looking for clues as to who he was and who that guy was...

   End of part 2.
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« Reply #4 on: May 18, 2012, 12:32:44 am »
Hell yeah
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« Reply #5 on: May 18, 2012, 12:56:06 am »
I take it that everyone is enjoying these so far?
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« Reply #6 on: May 18, 2012, 01:38:07 am »
   "Well, the Land of the Dead is nothing like the stories." James remarked, feeling especially sarcastic. "Of course not. The Land of the Dead is not all smiles and fucking rainbows," Death said in its monotone voice. The Land of the Dead was this: Dark, depressing, dead people moaning and bitching about crap that no longer concerned them. "So will I be put in the wailing pits or the valley of faces?" the living man asked. "Neither. You are to stay close to me, for you're the only living being in here, and that attracts a lot of unwanted attention from those... not so living." James decided to shut up a bit, not really wanting to know why there would be unwanted attention. Eventually the Lord of the Dead and the living man arrived at Death's home, the Castle of Imminent Doom and Despair as Death had called it, trying to make it sound dramatic. Once they passed the threshold, James' shackles disappeared. "Don't go running off just because your shackles are gone. If you so much as step one foot out of this castle every dead being in the Land of the Dead will know you exist and swarm the place like parasites. Those shackles were the only thing that hid your presence. Remember this well," Death warned. James hesitantly asked, "Why?" Death paused, then turned to look at the man. "Because you are alive. They are dead. The dead wish to live again, but they all must wait their turn. Although it does take many years for most of them to live again. If they found a living person here, they would rip off the person's flesh and wear it as a suit and make their way into the living world, continually stealing flesh, because stolen flesh rots. It always does." James shuddered at the thought of his flesh being ripped off, and followed Death deeper into the castle...

   They had been walking down a hallway for a while, and James was playing twenty questions which ended up being "55 of the dumbest questions." "So are you a man or a woman?" Death replied, "Neither, but if I wanted to I could appear as either one or both, but it's a pain to do so. I normally appear as a skeleton to save time and confusion." They finally reached the room Death was looking for, and he got out his handy dandy superintendent key ring to unlock the door. Once the door was unlocked, Death told James that this was the Room of Fates. "This room contains all the fates of every human being. Simply choose one of the bottles from the labeled shelves, and pour some of whatever is inside into that cauldron there, and their entire life will show itself to you, or if you tell it to, it will show you what that person is doing at the moment." James looked curiously at Death. "Why are you telling me this?" Death, although it was in the form of a skeleton, had a look of surprise on its skull. "Well I can't just have you do nothing. I'm letting you stay at my castle, so the least you can do is watch after the fates." James thought this was reasonable enough, he did hate to be a freeloader. While Death was explaining to the man what he would need to do for the job, and then left, as it was time to go reaping souls. James decided to look at some of the fates of people, and thought about his zombie brother. "I wonder if Dante is alright..."

   End of part 3.
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« Reply #7 on: May 18, 2012, 02:30:27 am »
   It had been about 7 years since they found Nano, and the children had grown into adulthood, Byte was now 21 and Tera 19. Nano hadn't seemed to age at all, but of course he wouldn't he's a robot and you're all being very ridiculous for thinking that a robot could age like a human can. Byte created robots for a career, but none of them could compare to Nano, though she had tried to make one like him. He was a unique type of robot. He had human mannerisms, and had feelings unlike the robots of this time. Nano also wore clothes, because he refused to "run around naked like those other robots." Tera earned money in "less honest" ways, but Nano was the one who got him out of trouble because although Tera did his job well, he never knew when to shut the hell up. In fact, Nano worked on these jobs with Tera, although he did object to most of them. Byte really didn't give a fuck as long as Tera didn't end up dead or Nano was broken beyond her ability to repair him. Enough with catching up on how the children grew up.

   The phone rang loudly throughout the house, it was way too early in the morning, so it was for Tera. The young man slowly got up from his bed, and looked at the bed across the room that belonged to Nano. Tera always found it weird that Nano slept even though he was a robot, but had gotten used to it, though he flipped his shit when Byte said that he had to share a room with the robot. He walked out of the room, and across the living room into the kitchen to answer the call. He tripped over Baldwin, the stray cat Nano had found. Baldwin hissed and Tera cursed at the fluff ball, and finally answered the phone. "Who the hell is calling me at... 3:07 in the fucking morning?" A woman snickered on the other end of the phone, "My my, isn't someone in such a jolly mood today?" He groaned and muttered, "What do you want Valerie?" "Oh, nothing much. Just need you, Nano and Byte to come by a little later. I think I found something that might interest her." He paused for a minute before replying. "You know my sister doesn't like going there, especially if it involves you." The woman laughed again, "Yea I know. She hasn't liked me since we were kids, but I couldn't give a flying fuck about that anyways. Just tell her that it involves the Quinn brothers, and she'll show up." "... Who the hell are the Quinns, Valerie?" This time it was the woman named Valerie who paused for a few minutes. "Brothers who had died a little after you were born, so you wouldn't know or really remember them. Just tell Byte and we'll tell you about it." Then Valerie hung up the phone, which was unusual for her to do. Tera put the phone down and went back to his room and slept for a few more hours before Byte woke him up.

   "... Valerie told you it had something to do with the Quinns?" Byte had a look of horror on her face, a look she never had before in front of Tera, and it scared him a bit. Byte pushed away her breakfast, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore. "Why would Valerie, of all people, know something about those brothers? It just doesn't make sense..." Byte became lost in thought about the Quinns. At the mention of 'the Quinns' Nano's info. search function switched on, and many news articles about them appeared. What he had found about them was quite the mystery, the oldest brother goes missing and his younger brother's grave had been disturbed and his body missing as well. The trio left the house and headed for The Cave, an extremely shitty club owned by Valerie in the Filth District.

   "Good to see you came along Byte," Valerie said with an overly sweet voice. "Bite me bitch. Now what's this about the Quinn brothers?" Valerie's face became serious, another thing she usually didn't do. "Follow me," she said. The trio followed the woman named Valerie into a back room. "Before I show you guys what I found, we should probably explain to Nano and Tera what the big deal is about the Quinn brothers." For once Byte actually agreed with Valerie, and Valerie explained about Dante's death, and how James became a bit crazy trying to bring back his dead brother and then suddenly disappeared. Valerie then opened the door that led into the back room of the back room. She went in first and waited until the others entered the room before turning on the lights. Byte gasped and Tera looked shocked and Nano... well he always has a poker face. A man with green skin and stitches covering his body was laying down on a bed, and when the lights came on his eyes opened to reveal foggy blue eyes. "What I found, was Dante Quinn."

End of part 4.
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« Reply #8 on: May 18, 2012, 11:01:40 pm »
These are awesome, TGG.
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« Reply #9 on: May 19, 2012, 02:59:35 am »
Hell yes they are! :)
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« Reply #10 on: May 19, 2012, 03:49:35 am »
I likes these... very well-done!
“I’m guessing it was January 2007, a meeting in Bethesda, we got a bag of bees and just started smashing them on the desk,” Charles Wick said. “It was very complicated.”

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« Reply #11 on: May 19, 2012, 05:41:11 am »
Thanks you guys. Also, I am just totally a master of cliff hangers, fo' seriously.
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« Reply #12 on: May 19, 2012, 06:36:42 am »
I find these enjoyable. Can't wait for more!
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« Reply #13 on: May 19, 2012, 04:56:22 pm »
   He was asleep, but wasn't dreaming, for the dead can't dream of anything at all. The dead don't sleep either, but he was a zombie, half living and half dead, so sleep was somewhat important. When the lights flicked on he knew who was there. The woman named Valerie and her guests, a man and woman, possibly siblings since they looked so similar, and a robot. Dante looked at them, and much like the robot, Dante had a poker face on. Valerie motioned them back into the previous room, Dante going as well. When they all had gotten comfortable on the most uncomfortable chairs that have ever existed, the young lady named Byte ventured to ask, "Mr. Quinn, what happened to you?" Dante looked at her and said, "Well I died, was brought back to a sort of half life, and have been chased by skin stealers for the past few years. So what has happened to me hasn't been very good." The three living people and robot were confused at the term of "skin stealer" so Dante had to explain from the sort of beginning...

   Dante had just recently been resurrected, and had been searching the small apartment above the bakery. In a small living room, he had found a few pictures, one of him (when he was less green) and that man who had been taken by Death, and others were much older. The older pictures were of him and the man when they were children, with two adults who Dante assumed were mum and dad. He took the older picture out of its frame and looked on the back of it. On the back were names, "Mum and Dad, Dante and James." The zombie studied the picture carefully, "I guess that guy was James..." He pocketed the picture and continued his search through the house. He found nothing of real use but looked anyways. He was in the middle of looking through his old room when he heard the radio from the bakery switch on playing "I'm Member of the Midnight Crew" which was quite eerie, considering it was dark outside and inside the building for the lights were off. Dante found the staircase that led down into the bakery and followed it. It led into the bakery's kitchen, and Dante walked through it and stopped in the doorway that led into the front room (basically where the customers come in and order). Sitting at the table in the corner sat a man looking out through the large window, but when Dante stopped in the doorway, the man's head snapped into an awkward position, looking at Dante with such frightening eyes, it was as if he was looking into your mind. A smile danced its way across his face, showing sharp crooked teeth. "Hello my dear friend. Dante is it? Well I should hope so, because you reek of Death." The man got up from the chair and walked over to the zombie. "Tell me something my good chum, why is it that you get a second chance at life and I do not? Why did someone care about you enough to sacrifice their life for your terminated one? Why? WHY?" The strange man grabbed Dante and began screeching "WHY? WHY?" over and over again, his face clearly displaying the emotion of rage, Dante was now frightened at this point. The strange man slowly released the zombie from his grasp, another smile going across his face. "I'm sorry I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Niles, or at least it's the name of this chap's skin. Have you ever stolen someone's skin? It's quite an invigorating sensation, especially the screams they make when their flesh is ripped from their bones," the strange man named Niles was becoming very creepy, extremely so when he shuddered delightfully by mentioning ripping flesh from bones. Dante knew he had to get out of there, this man was not sane, but was startled out of his thoughts when Niles spoke again. "Perhaps if I steal your skin, mine won't rot anymore." Niles licked his upper lip, and Dante ran out through the back. "Oh, I do just love it when they make me chase them." Dante was running down Baker Street as fast as his rigor mortis stricken legs could carry him, which was pretty fast actually. "Holy shit that man is crazy! I don't know why i should be running though, I'm dead so I can't actually die..." In the distance he could hear Niles shouting after him, "Run little zombie, run! I'll find you and your skin soon enough."

   This game of cat and mouse continued on for the next seven years until Dante ran into Valerie, literally. "Ouch, that hurt you dumbass idio- Oh my god, Dante? Dante Quinn? Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Dante looked over his shoulder in a panic then returned his focus onto the woman in front of him, "Look if you know me help me please. I just need somewhere to hide for a couple of hours." Valerie thought about this for a few moments, "Okay, I can hide you, but you got to tell me what the hell is going on. Follow me." Valerie led the way back to her establishment. "You can stay in here, I need to make a call, and when my guests arrive you'll be sharing about how your still... alive?" Dante nodded his head in agreement and flopped onto the bed. He pulled out the picture of his family from when he and James were kids and sighed. "Thanks so much for this life, brother..."

   At the end of this long tale, Dante took a sip out of his drink that Valerie had brought in. Apparently it was something called "tea" but Dante's taste buds no longer functioned so he didn't know what it tasted like. The young man called Tera spoke up. "I still want to know what the fuck a skin stealer is." The robot, Nano, smacked the man upside the head. "Language mister. Skin stealer is a pretty self-explanatory. It's a person who steals other peoples skins." The zombie looked at the robot. "Yes, but that person isn't alive. They're a being who has escaped from the Land of the Dead." Dante looked a little surprised at what he just said, it didn't sound like himself, and everyone was now staring at the zombie. Valerie was about to say something but Dante's mouth opened again, a booming voice that did not belong to him rang out, "Hear me now mortals, I am the Lord of the Dead. And no, before some idiot asks, I do not live in Dante's stomach, I'm merely using him as a way to communicate to you. It's best that all of you leave this building, that skin stealer, Niles, is getting closer, and I am far too busy at the moment to hunt him down and drag his wailing self back to the Land of the Dead. Unless any of you would like to deal with him? Again, leave there or you will all die, except for maybe the robot... maybe." Dante's mouth then closed again. Everyone looked at one another, then got up from their chairs and got the fuck out of there.

   End of part 5.
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Re: More brain crap stories from TGG.
« Reply #14 on: May 19, 2012, 06:55:28 pm »
   Back in the Land of the Dead, in the Castle of Imminent Doom and Despair, the Lord of the Dead sat in the Room of Voices, still holding the orb that allowed him to talk through Dante. The skeleton sighed even though it had no lungs or a beating heart, and listened to the skeleton crows cawing on a dead tree just outside of the window. James, the living man sat across from Death, a scowl on his face. "Don't look at me like that, I can't just interfere in the world of the Living as I please. The best I could do was give them that warning." James glare at the talking skeleton narrowed. "That damn skin stealer has been chasing my brother for seven years now, and the best you can do is send a warning? Normally you would just go and bring the skin stealer back and put them in the boiling pots." Death got up from its chair and placed the orb back on its pedestal. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to tell you this, but I've been losing my grip on the reins. More and more skin stealers have been breaking out of here, and the Land of the Dead has been going through... changes." James gave it a curious look, but the skeleton merely pointed out the window at the skeleton crows. James studied the bird carefully, and saw what Death meant. The dead birds were beginning to grow flesh, not a lot but enough to notice. "What's going on Death?" The skeleton sat back down in the chair and said, "Because so many dead beings have been going to the Land of the Living, the Land of the Dead has been shifting from death into life. And the Land of the Living is starting to shift from life into death. Because of this I've been slowly losing power to control the dead. Hell, until you came here I was beginning to neglect the fates, a fatal mistake on my part. If the shift is allowed to continue, everyone living being will die and life will start all over again, but on this side instead of the other. I will lose my position as Lord of the Dead, and be cast into the Oubliette for failure of catastrophic proportions." The living man stared, wide-eyed, at the Lord of the Dead, shocked at what he had just heard. "Is there anyway to stop the shift from happening?" Death paused for a moment, "There is, but it will require your brother and his, er... new friends. And even then, it's a very VERY small chance it will even work, mainly because I've let the situation spiral out of control to this point." James looked down at the floor, then back at the skeleton. "Where do we start then?" Lord of the Dead and the living man left the Room of Voices and went into the Room of Many Disorganized Plans.

   End of part 6.
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