T.L.S.I.T.W.O.T.W. (B.S.) volume 2!

[Testin da Cable]

...as he was known to his mates...

 

[xenon2000]

...he then died.


THE END.

 

[DAN200]

(aw ffs, at least end it properly...

From page 20-odd
"Excuse Me", said the Turnip, who had been left to choke on that awful stench created by Santa's raindeer, "We aint going until someone kills me and I get reincarnated as some other than a f**king VEGETABLE!!!"

)

 

[xenon2000]

well...

from page 10 odd...

Originally posted by xenon2000
.............." tdc found himself unable to speak. It was then known by few that some kind of evil presence had entered the stratosphere. Great, billowing cyclones whirled around the sky, and thunder arosed. Lightning cracked down onto the many that inhabited the land once known as BarrysWorld. The threads of time became entangled, and the universe began to contract. Magical energy crackled and thundered as the power of the dark arts
defeated the time and space continuum. In mere seconds, a dimensional
gate was created. Three creatures, definetly not from this peaceful world,
crossed the threshold. With a loud hiss, the portal vanished again.
The Bishop stepped forward and sniffed the air. Nodding slightly, he turned
towards the two scrags, which hovered nervously some meters above the ground.
" No need to worry, my pets. This time, we have reached the right dimension.
Domino is near, I can smell her sweet scent." The Bishop bared his fangs in a
satanical smile and walked off. He motioned his servants to follow.
Nothing could stop him now.

******

The Bishop laughed as he looked into the eyes of the dying acolyte.
" You were no challenge, monk. Rot in hell!" He dropped the corpse and walked
down the large stairway. The marble stairs were slippery with blood, but the
Bishop didn`t care. He looked at the scrags who hovered near him.
" My pets, carry the corpses to the altar. I will perform the ritual of
awakening soon!"
The scrags nodded and hastened to complete their task. The bishop walked to a
window and looked at the monastery. He smirked as he thought of the feeble attempts
of the monks to defeat their little sanctuary against his attacks.
" Weaklings." He sneered and crossed his arms, watching the sun set. One of the
scrags appeared at his side and whispered:
" Master, everything is prepared."
The Bishop nodded once and went to the altar. He looked at the mutilated
corpses and raised his arms, chanting words in a long forgotten language.
Forces of evil gathered around him and answered his calls. Dark clouds
emerged from the monastery, seeking out all life on this plane, prepared to
defile everything that did not follow evil.
The Bishop laughed and stepped over the corpses of the monks. He looked out of
a window and watched his magic. Suddenly, one of the corpses stirred and grabbed
his ankle. Bloodshot eyes looked up to him and lips thin like parchment mumbled:
" Your doom is near, you monster. Your existence will end on this plane. You have
gone to far. You heretic . . ."
The Bishop smirked slightly and raised his foot.
" Yes, whatever you say, monk!" He brought it down on the head of the former
monk, smashing it like a ripe melon and splattering blood and brain matter everywhere.
The Bishop folded his arms and turned again to the window, a thoughtful frown
on his face. Some minutes later an evil smile appeared on his lips. He turned
to the corpses and uttered some words of a language long forgotten. The Bishop
raised his arms and summoned the souls of the departed, to inhabit their former bodies
and serve him and his plans. The corpses moaned loudly, not wanting to help
his cause. The Bishop snarled and focused his dark powers. Slowly, the undead
rose and stood before their new master. The Bishop laughed and pointed westward.
" Go, my minions, go and lay siege to the defense towers of Domino!"
With a moan of approval, the corpses moved out. With only one exception . . .
A headless body banged into the wall, not able to find its way. With an amused smile,
the conjurer watched and clapped his hands in delight:
" A great performance . . . I will keep you as a servant. I am sure my lovely Domino
will like you too . . . "


*** cut out to meet with max postage length...******


...Domino moaned slightly as lances of pain from the magical backlash shot through
her fragile body. Beads of sweat ran down her back and she concentrated more,
forcing the magic forces to channel their energy into the focus which would
give her the power to defeat the Bishop.
Her knights watched with growing sorrow as their lady stood in front of a swirling
energy vortex, arms spread wide and her fingers weaving intricate magical patterns.
Then, it happened. A large starshaped form appeared, hovering slightly above the
ground. Domino`s knees buckled and her knights rushed to her, supporting her.
With a thankful smile, the lady of the keep brushed some damp strands of her raven
black hair from her eyes and looked at the star which swirled and circled through
the air. Suddenly, energy crackled and lightning flashed, hitting one of the
knights. His burned corpse fell to the floor and Domino looked up in alarm. In her
mind, she heard the cackling laughter of the Bishop. Again, lightning flashed
and another of her fellow knights died.
Domino screamed in terror and raised her arms, commanding the vortex to stop.
One of the knights threw himself before his lady, taking the deadly lightning
bolt for her. Domino winced and cried tears of sorrow. The last remaining knight
grabbed her arm and they ran from the deadly lightning, the Bishop's laughter still
ringing in Domino`s ears.
They fled to Domino`s chambers and bolted the doors. The knight drew his sword
and leaned against the heavy oakwood door.
" Mylady, we are trapped. But I will protect you with all my heart and . . ."
The knight spit blood as a hand crashed through the door, reaching into his body
and tearing out his still throbbing heart.
Domino screamed in terror and retreated as far as she could, her back to a large
window. The door disintegrated and the Bishop stepped through, still holding the
heart in his hand.
" Indeed, he defended you with all his heart." He smiled and threw the organ
to a large dog standing next to him who swallowed it whole.
Domino shivered slightly and closed her eyes. The Bishop smiled and crossed his
arms, looking at her slightly amused.
" Well, Domino, better get used to things like this. As my wife, you will see this
quite a lot of times."
Domino stared at him, terror filling her beautiful eyes.
" I will never be your wife, wizard. Perhaps you can have my body, but you will
never reign over my heart and soul!"
The Bishop smiled and took a step towards her.
" But perhaps your body is all I want and desire? Who cares about the hearts and
souls?"
Domino shook her head and pressed against the window.
" Then you will not even have my body. Farewell, demon."
She turned and flung herself against the glass, her momentum carried her through.
As Domino plummeted to the ground, a smile of happiness appeared on her lips
once more. Then Domino was no more.
The Bishop snarled as his love impacted with a bone shattering crunch. Slowly,
he shook his head and balled his hands into fists.
" What a waste. Domino, I`ll be missing you."
Green balefire crackled as he raised his hands and rushed out of the room. With her
dead, the only thing left for him was . . . revenge.

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THE END

(sorry it only lasted half the length of volume 1, but I started it, so I've finished)

just let it rest, guys.

 

[Testin da Cable]

Xenon, please ask to have this thread closed [but not deleted heh]
I'll attempt to compile both stories into a coherent block and stick em on a webby somewhere so they will be conserved for prosperity and we can all carry on bla bla bla yaddayadda


-TdC

 

[DAN200]

Actually I had an idea that we could make it into one huge flash movie wiv the text and the poster displayed as subtitles at the bottom, we could round up a bunch of good flash guys and get em to do 10 or so pages each, whadaya say?

 

[Sir Frizz]

no

 

[xenon2000]

tdc - thanks for showing sense. Cant say it'd be god reading but if you could do something like that it would be, ermmm... funny

How'd I go about asking for it to be closed anyway? woudn't a message saying:

"PLEASE CLOSE ME!!!!!!!!"

...be good enough? I mean, moderators read round these parts, dont they?

 

[DAN200]

go speak to SAS, hes listed on the main BW site.

 

[xenon2000]

well... the layout got all changed while I was away... Could you link me?

 

[DAN200]

http://www.barrysworld.com/games/PublicAdmins.asp

Look around this section, you'll find him allright.

 

[Nibbler]

....and so the storytime book was closed, and put back on the creaky shelf. Nigel the ex-car salesman put on some Pink Floyd, sucked a Werthers and rocked back and forth in his chair for a while until he got to sleep.

Nigel died in his sleep. He was 89 years old.

Nelly the elephant now lives in Sydney with her husband Davemech. They have two children, Florence and Micheal.

And Dan200 never did find his penis.

The End.

 

[xenon2000]

good.

Now go away.