There once was a boy, who had but a toy. It was a gift, for his family was thrift. From a passing traveller, who was no mere commoner. He was a mage, a great and mighty sage. Who fell to the dark arts, and turned his enemies into warts. He cast a little spell, so that no one could tell. That the only way to him, was cleverly indistinct. It was a ploy, hidden in the toy. Ten years later, the mage grew stronger. He unveiled his plans, and took over the lands. Now it is up to you, to do what is due. As the boy from the past, given an all-important task. To eliminate his source of power, inside this hideous tower...
The war was over, and the last of hell’s minions had been sent beck to the underworld from whence they came. Wiping blood clean from your unstained blade, you head back with hope of seeing your wife and family. But it was not to be, as the evils of men run deeper in our blood than the sins of hell. Your heroics on the battlefield are rewarded by a mission of certain death from those who fear your courage. Staring at the very gates of hell, you are sent to cleanse the underworld of all creatures it might contain. Like two eyes beckoning you forward to feed the beasts within, the fires surrounding the gate flicker and sway. You no naught if you shall return, yet your only fear is what may come to pass should you fail. With each step forward, and icy flame erupts from within you, protecting you from the fires in with you enter.
Again, incredible job so far to everyone! Remember, the contest ends at midnight tomorrow (the end of Thursday) so submit those last entries now!
You were born with a chronic somnambulism disorder. In plain language, you sleep-walk. At night - with your brain half-awake and half-asleep - you regularly throw back the covers and step, zombie-like, with your eyes wide and unblinking. Once you woke in bed with your mother. Another time, you journeyed outside and slept under a bush, alongside the road and near the river. But recently, your condition's worsened, occurring more frequently, with greater distances being traveled. The night is your enemy. Bedtime has become traumatic. So it was that you eventuated in this dungeon, still half asleep and entirely unaware that your particular strain of this disorder is actually known as: "homicidal somnambulism" ...
^lol Anyways, here's one of mine: You've been paralyzed for nearly eleven years, thanks to a close call in an otherwise flawless raid of the local monster-infested dungeon. Your genius of a brother has just created a pair of remarkable robotic legs that are far more advanced than your current technology should allow. He gives the legs to you as a gift, and so that you can test them out for him while you get the revenge you've been dreaming about for the past decade. After your exhilarating warm-up run, you enter the dungeon of the limb-ripping monsters, and get geared up to let loose your vengeance...
and another... Your mind seems to shiver as the elessdee leaves start taking effect. You see flashing neon ghosts rushing in circles near the ceiling, thousands upon thousands of glowing scorpions with little clown noses crawling around the floor, and grotesque faces emerging from bouquets of roses scattered around the room. Finally, you reach the good part of the hallucination, dubbed "the adventure phase". When you reach this stage, you usually travel to magical places full of adventure & fun, but tonight you've been unfortunate enough to be taken into a nightmare. You're in a dungeon full of gigantic flesh-cloaked skeletons, hulking spectral images, and other horrors. Maybe you can escape this illusion and be less scarred than you'd be if you just stood there and got eaten...
With your naturally red hair, perfect body, lithe grace and leather bikini, it's obvious you were meant to be a barbarian maiden. Unfortunately, you live in a city renowned for its culture and education. Your only option is to set off in search of untamed wilderness. And lucky you! There's a mysterious cavern not too many miles away...
Does someone want to help me cut down the wording on this? I don't want it to be disqualified because it's too long (it's too epic to be disqualified...) START A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... Episode Z: Raid Of The Dungeon War! Stars explode and a wormhole opens between two battling armies. The two armies are transported into an underground cavern. The cavern, once home to a massive dungeon that served as an intergalactic jail, will now serve as a test of endurance & willpower for the two enemies. Both armies have temporarily joined forces to exterminate the offspring of survivors from the "Dungeon Scourge" that occurred five-thousand years prior, and to escape from the dungeon alive. Some scouts from both armies are sent to survey possible routes of advancement, but one scout disappears. Going commando, the scout decides that his ideal strategy is to go on a suicide mission and kill as many blasted monsters as possible... FINISH EDIT: No idea how those asterisks got in... got rid of 'em. And changed X to Z because X could be read as 10 and I don't want that. EDIT 2: Only 8 words over now, from my previous record of about 40 Had to change the story at the very end a bit, but the story is more 'epic' because of it. Is this an ok length kaboom132/fireflame? or should I cut it down more?... Also added start and finish to help determine where the story actually is
another entry Tomron had one skill that tended to keep him alive -seeing the patterns and relationships in things and events. One day, while fishing out crumbs from an empty sack, Tomron tripped and landed on a pile of sand that collapsed into an underground chamber. The first thing he noticed was a sealed cask, "cool, free ale!" he thought. The 2nd thing was an angry fire imp leaping towards him with its claws outstretched. He threw a rock to dislodge a stick that released sand and a large boulder which rolled over the imp and through a sealed door. Tomron grabbed the ale and headed towards the "exit" into yet another chamber with another monster..."Oh, great", he said..."a dungeon".
Yclept the shadow, you search for the ventripotent guardian of the Fuscoferuginous Blade, which, although often the subject of floccinaucinihilipilification, is in fact an object of magnificent power. After scores of estrapades from your horse, you reach the relative area of the guardians abode. The petrichor mixed with the jumentous smell of local weeds makes you capernoited, but your lalochezia helps you regain your composure and spot a clithridiate hole in the mountain before you. The psithurism and brontide combined with your ironic nyctohylophobia make you nervous, so you rush through the false mountainside and begin your descent. While delivering your first recumbentibus to an approaching monster, you hope that raiding this dungeon wont be too strenuous, and that you wont fall victim to wanweird... (It's OK if you can't understand this, that's how it's supposed to be. They are all real words though, and if you look up what all of them mean (the internet will probably be faster than a dictionary) then the story should make sense to you Also, there are exactly 125 words there )
A few hours left! This contest ends at mid. EST, sorry for not mentioning that. @Ashflow: A couple words over is fine!
When people play a game of Dungeon Raid, the story generally fulls the screen, just thought it might be funny to suddenly have a one-line story appear. These are even shorter: You find a dungeon... or You found something... or What's that? or Huh!?!?!
I highly suggest reading through the whole thread. There are some very good stories and it's extremely interesting (to me at least) to see how the mood of the stories changed slightly over the course of the contest... (I especially enjoyed seeing how my entries evolved ) Please note that this post is not to anybody in particular...
Probably Late Late at night, you received an email claiming that you have somehow inherited 999,999,999 Euros from a deceased ancestor from the other side of the world. Getting awfully excited, you replied to this email seeking further details. Without a warning of any sort, your inbox got flooded by hundreds of spam mail. You need to defend your inbox from getting suffocated. Holding your mouse in a ready position, you start eliminating them click by click.
Do you have an estimated time of when the judging will end? (Today? Tomorrow? Sunday?) I don't want to have to check this thread every 20 minutes
Well, if you win you'll get a PM with the code... sooo... you don't have to check every 20 minutes, just hit refresh like a madman while looking at the "Unread 0" hoping for something different than that to come up, lol.
