Post by Rider on Dec 29, 2004 20:32:23 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]And while y'all are awaiting the next part of The Schism, I have my own little story. It stinks. I wrote Part One up in about 3.5 minutes. It's a stage-setter. I apologize for it's terribleness. The other parts will be better. I promise.[/glow]
Veritas Vitae
By: Rider
“Stupid, stupid, stupid idiots!”
I stormed through the door of our cave and threw myself onto a bean-bag chair. When asked about it later, TC said that he swore he saw steam rising from my ears. I insisted that it was just a trick of the candlelight and I wasn’t that mad, honestly!
“What happened?” the chimp-ninja asked.
“Ask Kat.” I gestured towards the door, where the NTWF sorceress was staring in bewilderment. “On the chat boards, some jerk accused Snowflake of favoritism and…”
“Chat boards!” I interrupted her. “They ought to call that place dolt-central station! I mean, of all the idiotic… That stupid Inexperienced Neophyte and his Inexperienced Neophyteish ways….”
Kat raised her eyebrows in surprise. “What’d you say?”
“I said ‘that stupid Inexperienced Neophyte and his Inexperienced Neophyteish ways.”
“Neophyte?”
Realizing what had happened, I punched my bean-bag chair in frustration. “Stupid make sea monkeysing sensors.”
“Riiiiight.” Kat turned away and explained the situation to TC and the newly-forming crowd around us. “Well, like Rider said, she and I were on the chat boards, and we saw this kid bashing Snowflake. In fluent chatspeak. We couldn’t let that happen, so we intervened. I shot a few hexes at him, but he still wouldn’t shut up. Instead, he turned his attacks to us. Said we were both good-for-nothing suck-ups and trophy hogs and a million other things.”
“Don’t let this kid get to you,” advised the ever-coolheaded Wanderer. I shook my head. “I know. Temper is a sign of weakness and all that.”
“That’s a girl.” He held out his hand to help me out of the chair, which had my then taken quite a beating. “Come on. Kiddo’s brain just caught fire on the Hannah Plot ending thread. And now, we’re roasting marshmallows.”
I grinned. This was the NTWF.
It’s not much to look at, really. Just a huge chamber in the Catacombs, lit with torches on the walls and the occasional lamp on an end table. Overstuffed, discarded, and generally unwanted furniture is placed at random, sporadic intervals. (Some of the forumers “rescue” rejected furniture in the Meridell Rubbish Dump, the Money Tree and on the sidewalks.) Art drawn by NTWFers is our wallpaper, hiding from us the cold rock walls. Banners hang from the ceiling, welcoming newcomers to our humble home.
As always, a thousand activities were going on at once. Of course, there was the weenie and marshmallow roast on the Hannah Plot thread. In a corner of our cave, Ikkin and Eggz were role-playing at the Chateau. Poor Ikkin, her mind taken over by that 50-foot dragon.
Poor Eggz, having to fight the darn dragon.
JH and Lucheek were playing a game of “Think Fast!” and were being quite creative. Kat ran over to the pair and added in her two cents every once in a while.
“Hey guys!” Sia burst through the door, waving a newspaper around like a flag. “The new Neopian Times is out! Who wants to see their spiffy custom pictures?!”
Immediately, people dropped what they were doing and swarmed to Sia. Even the weenie roast was abandoned. Unwilling to enter the crushing mass of people just yet, I hosed poor Kiddo down and snacked on the forgotten marshmallows.
All was at peace, but how long could this last?
Veritas Vitae
By: Rider
“Stupid, stupid, stupid idiots!”
I stormed through the door of our cave and threw myself onto a bean-bag chair. When asked about it later, TC said that he swore he saw steam rising from my ears. I insisted that it was just a trick of the candlelight and I wasn’t that mad, honestly!
“What happened?” the chimp-ninja asked.
“Ask Kat.” I gestured towards the door, where the NTWF sorceress was staring in bewilderment. “On the chat boards, some jerk accused Snowflake of favoritism and…”
“Chat boards!” I interrupted her. “They ought to call that place dolt-central station! I mean, of all the idiotic… That stupid Inexperienced Neophyte and his Inexperienced Neophyteish ways….”
Kat raised her eyebrows in surprise. “What’d you say?”
“I said ‘that stupid Inexperienced Neophyte and his Inexperienced Neophyteish ways.”
“Neophyte?”
Realizing what had happened, I punched my bean-bag chair in frustration. “Stupid make sea monkeysing sensors.”
“Riiiiight.” Kat turned away and explained the situation to TC and the newly-forming crowd around us. “Well, like Rider said, she and I were on the chat boards, and we saw this kid bashing Snowflake. In fluent chatspeak. We couldn’t let that happen, so we intervened. I shot a few hexes at him, but he still wouldn’t shut up. Instead, he turned his attacks to us. Said we were both good-for-nothing suck-ups and trophy hogs and a million other things.”
“Don’t let this kid get to you,” advised the ever-coolheaded Wanderer. I shook my head. “I know. Temper is a sign of weakness and all that.”
“That’s a girl.” He held out his hand to help me out of the chair, which had my then taken quite a beating. “Come on. Kiddo’s brain just caught fire on the Hannah Plot ending thread. And now, we’re roasting marshmallows.”
I grinned. This was the NTWF.
It’s not much to look at, really. Just a huge chamber in the Catacombs, lit with torches on the walls and the occasional lamp on an end table. Overstuffed, discarded, and generally unwanted furniture is placed at random, sporadic intervals. (Some of the forumers “rescue” rejected furniture in the Meridell Rubbish Dump, the Money Tree and on the sidewalks.) Art drawn by NTWFers is our wallpaper, hiding from us the cold rock walls. Banners hang from the ceiling, welcoming newcomers to our humble home.
As always, a thousand activities were going on at once. Of course, there was the weenie and marshmallow roast on the Hannah Plot thread. In a corner of our cave, Ikkin and Eggz were role-playing at the Chateau. Poor Ikkin, her mind taken over by that 50-foot dragon.
Poor Eggz, having to fight the darn dragon.
JH and Lucheek were playing a game of “Think Fast!” and were being quite creative. Kat ran over to the pair and added in her two cents every once in a while.
“Hey guys!” Sia burst through the door, waving a newspaper around like a flag. “The new Neopian Times is out! Who wants to see their spiffy custom pictures?!”
Immediately, people dropped what they were doing and swarmed to Sia. Even the weenie roast was abandoned. Unwilling to enter the crushing mass of people just yet, I hosed poor Kiddo down and snacked on the forgotten marshmallows.
All was at peace, but how long could this last?