Rev Thwack's Story Corner

[Penumbral]

Dude you are one of my heros.
I don't have role modles. I'm to original for that.
But you have made a place in the place I have for people that I think are worth spending time studying.
Thank you!

[Rev Thwack]

I'm not the type of person someone should study... more like the type of person someone should either fear, pity, or psychoanalyze.... maby all three. Do appriciate the sentiment though. Now I would like to see what would have happened if I had turned that in to one of my english teachers when we were doing creative writing. Always was amazed at just how religious a 12th grade english teacher could be. I doubt that she would get the full depth of it, but it would be wonderfull to have seen the reaction. Now I just need to start writing at a higher education level.... time to go back to school.

[Horab Fibslager]

i used to scare my creative writing/english teachers.

strangely enough my history teachers loved my creative writing assignments(in historical contexts).

ah yes, pwnage at the academic level. so increasingly simple, i had to pwn myself.

[Rev Thwack]

Ok, sorry all. There was going to be another new story tonight, but I started to overthink it and killed my creative process. Guess that will teach me to try and use such terrible cruches as plot and development. I guess I will have to go thru and swill a bottle of aftershock then get on the forum so that I can leave you all with a nice little break from the holiday season. I find that a nice chuck of violence and oddities can help to releave the stress of dealing with stressed out norms this time of year. Sure, a nice grenade launcher or machine gun will also help, but reading is a lot less likely to help you find your way to a nice room made with plenty of steel. Of course, this is always the time of year that my reality reaches it's greatest deviations from the group reality that most people trap themselves in. Of course, that's not always a good thing... last year was filled with sky-diving turtles, and even to today I still get a headache whenever I see a turtle. Guess it doesn't always help to be insane.

[Bella]

Guess it doesn't always help to be insane.

It sure doesn't hurt either.
Or maybe it does hurt, and I'm just too insane to notice.

[Malaul]

I guess I will have to go thru and swill a bottle of aftershock

::passes you bottle of rum::
make it a pirate story

[Rev Thwack]

Sorry, but it doesn't work that way my dear. I have to just ride the waves on what comes to me... can't force it to be something it doesn't want to. I figure I never write the stories myself, I just pick them up the same way I pick up other stuff (ask Bella if clarification is needed).



hmm.... Ask Bella..... I think we might have a good new section here, should she be willing. What say you Bella, ready to prove that you are more twisted than Dear Abby could ever imagine?

[Malaul]

O hear ya on the writing thing
I need to let it come to me, I cant force it
If I CAN then the story is just flat

no one needs that

[Horab Fibslager]

riding the chao with a freind or two, my mind leaked into your mind leaked into her mind leaked upon the ever expanding esperantoing elucidation that was/is/will be the here and now and there and yesterday and on our way from whence we came is where we're going, lacking hindsight but full of foresight, this doesn;t work but that certainly does.


our stroy begins at the end of the epic. george had been there at teh end, watchign as the magnamious weeny hero saved the day after learning the importance of goodness, truth and fellowship. except one thing, he, the hero, had forgotten an all too important debt he owed to george, the one that had brought george here on this the greatest day known in the entire history of great days, when all that was wrong was now right, and all that had pssed would be relcoated to the bottom do no open vaults of memory, and to the froward ays peopel would look in merry delight. except theywere all horribly wrong, for the hero had forgotten one very improtant thing, a ratehr small debt, but to whome the debtee, it had been of the utmost importance, for all teh evil in the world could have perished or flourished, and it would not have mattered as so miuch as this debt was repaid, and so george was here to reclaim that debt withinterest. he had waded through t venomous swamps of talkarith, draggedhimself over the ancient wastelands of nargarazion, and crawled through the foetid hjungle of asbestoes, and this ahd onyl been the beggining of his story. for indeed, he had remmebered a small whipsering, "come with me, we'll go adventure," to which george had replied, "sounds great! i'll jsut apck soem lunch", and to which a further reply had come"ok i'll wait for you", when george had returned to that very spot a mere ten minutes later, teh hero had gone off dragged on against his own will by the courageous and brave, to eventually swave the day by incidental accident, improabable and against all odds, achieving the utterly impossible. george was not impressed. and so he approached the weenie hero, making hsi way through the crowd gathered to adore his great deeds, and savour his salvation of the whole of creation, wherein george was the only bitter and unjoyous one out of the bucnh, having slayed a thousand demons without a word of praise, saved a thousand babies from the cannibalistic tarigar without so much as a helping hand, sealed the gates to the lower region of the 27 living hells without so much as a thank you, and having having single handedly repelled teh eleventy three armies of utlimate doom sent forth to rid all that is from all that is wihotu so much as 'nice job'. and so thinking of all the ingratitude he had recieve, all the trials and tribulations he had endured, and all the ill bodings he had been given, he approached the podium, looking the hero straight in the eye as that weenie gave his victory speech. the hero did not recognise george, but george barely recognised himself. george stepped up tot he podium and said "hello barney' barney replied, why hello er good sir, what can i do for you?"(the journeys and trials george had undertaken had scarred and disfigured him) "you didn;t wait for me." wait for you? who are you? what are you on about? get off my stage!"
and george, giving barny the village weeny and hero to the world the blackest of looks, blacker than the 8 most wicked evils could muster on a bad hair day after their girlfreinds had left for the mailmen, and took a small object from behind his back, and stuffed it in barney's face. falling backwards even before the creamed ahd touched his fair skin, bareny began weeping and scurrying into a corner, screaming don't be mean to me!!!" george, feelign satisifed that hsi debt had been repaid, began the logn joureny home, hoping for a long hot bath, and a cold beer.

[Malaul]

::applaudes::
even with the typos that was great

I like the eleventy three armies of ultimate doom the best

[Rev Thwack]

wow... I had been waiting for someone to join in on the storytelling. Nice Job.

[Bella]

A Barney story. This is great  

::applaudes::
even with the typos that was great

I like the eleventy three armies of ultimate doom the best

Shhhh.....don't tell anyone, but those aren't typos....
he spells that way on purpose.

PS: I also like the eleventy three armies of ultimate doom best.

[Malaul]

you guys should start a story where people can just add on to it at the end
not that three word story nonsence in that other thread


I betcha we got some really twisted stories

[Malaul]

PS: I also like the eleventy three armies of ultimate doom best.

we rule

[Bella]

Sorry, but it doesn't work that way my dear. I have to just ride the waves on what comes to me... can't force it to be something it doesn't want to. I figure I never write the stories myself, I just pick them up the same way I pick up other stuff (ask Bella if clarification is needed).

hmm.... Ask Bella..... I think we might have a good new section here, should she be willing. What say you Bella, ready to prove that you are more twisted than Dear Abby could ever imagine?

Yes, you do have a way of "picking up stuff", Thwak.....and not always what one would wish you to pick up, either.

Hmmm.......'Ask Bella'.
You really reckon people here think I'm less twisted than Dear Abby?
Sounds like good clean evil fun, though. Why not?