23:38:09: (Playerkillers) Sterling wisps: So. I hear Elspeth is a slut and Mancow is a desperate wanker who couldn't find his tiny dick with a magnifying glass (and not through lack of trying!) ;)
23:38:16: (Playerkillers) Sterling wisps that he :D
23:38:20: (Playerkillers) Elspeth wisps: Sounds true
23:38:28: (Playerkillers) Mitsukai wisps that he stares.
23:38:28: (Playerkillers) Elspeth wisps that she preens.
23:38:41: (Playerkillers) Ploosk wisps that she also stares. STARES.#
23:38:51: [Bosh!] Erianthe: so didnt take that that well, then? ;P
23:38:53: [Bosh!] Aell: Woah, wtf did I just read?
23:39:04: (Playerkillers) Mancow wisps: I like how he logged out so I don't kill him
23:39:06: (Playerkillers) Nirilil wisps that he joins in with staring
23:39:10: (Playerkillers) Elspeth wisps that she giggles.
23:39:18: (Playerkillers) Mancow wisps: Ploosk can that be counted as loggin to avoid combat, since I only just killed him?
23:39:18: (Playerkillers) Elspeth wisps: That's too funny :0P So, who's up for shagging me?
23:39:32: (Playerkillers) Erianthe wisps: oh oh ME ME ME!
23:39:32: (Playerkillers) Aell wisps: Everyone, considering you're a slut.
23:39:40: (Playerkillers) Elspeth wisps: Woohoo!
23:39:42: (Playerkillers) Ploosk wisps: I like how he logged so I couldn't smack him upside the head with a stick :(
23:39:43: (Playerkillers) Nirilil wisps: Oh, suppose ill give it a go then elspeth!
Full story, Rampage annoyed Mancow by attacking us 4 on 2 in the Snail. Then a few days ago ran to Brother David's. Sterling was grouped with Rampage yesterday so Mancow killed him. Rampage ran to Brother David's and started goading Mancow, so Mancow went for a walk with Sterling's corpse... he did give it back though.
But Elspeth is the blame... again... Fun! :0D
Monday, 22 March 2010
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
Foolish log
The surface of the mirror swirls and ripples before settling to reflect a
vision of the area where Mr Larry Von NightHawk stands:
This is a small bedroom above the Mended Drum. It doesn't have many home
comforts, however there is a window in the north wall, overlooking the river
Ankh and Isle of Gods. Below the window is a lively looking bed, besides which
is a small table complete with a vase of wilted flowers. A door leads out to
the east.
A closed pair of curtains covers the window.
There is one obvious exit: east.
Mr Larry Von NightHawk and Tori are lying on the bed and something is hovering.
> In the mirror: Tori licks at your cockhead as you touch it to her lips
t talven eep!
You exclaim to Talven: eep!
> t talven In the mirror: Tori licks at your cockhead as you touch it to her lips
You tell Talven: In the mirror: Tori licks at your cockhead as you touch it to
her lips
> [Sneeky enters Discworld]
Talven tells you: T
Talven tells you: M
Talven tells you: I
agree talven
You agree with Talven wholeheartedly.
> In the mirror: Mr Larry Von NightHawk suddenly shoves his giant length into
your mouth, making you take every inch of his shaft.
[Sacecurrt leaves Discworld]
[Yalpf enters Discworld]
t talven omg!! It's getting worse!
You exclaim to Talven: omg!! It's getting worse!
> [McLeod leaves Discworld]
[Anais enters Discworld]
Talven screams loudly at you.
[Zuga leaves Discworld]
(One) Yalpf wisps: I am Unimpressed. An estimated delivery time of "11th
December - 24th December" isn't very helpful.
t talven recording all this
You tell Talven: recording all this
> talker off
The eyes slowly lose their glow as they close.
> [Korlan leaves Discworld]
Talven tells you: Good good :P Please, for the love of god, dont mail it to me
:P
cackle talven
You cackle at Talven.
> t talven awwww but it's so vile!
You exclaim to Talven: awwww but it's so vile!
> Talven tells you: Yes, and I am already scarred for life. I would rather not
end up catatonic.
giggle talven
You giggle at Talven.
> In the mirror: Tori gives a loud, but muffled, squeak of surprise and lust as
you slam your big cock into ehr mouth, forcing her throat to take your length.
In the mirror: Tori gags as your cock rests in her throat, making her drool all
over your meat
t talven bah I hate when they make typos during netsex, it's so unprofessional
You tell Talven: bah I hate when they make typos during netsex, it's so
unprofessional
In the mirror: Tori gives your ass a playful squeeze as you ram her mouth iwth
dick
In the mirror: Mr Larry Von NightHawk starts pumping in and out of your mouth with glee, his huge cock beginning to grow.
Talven exclaims to you: Oh yes I so agree. Amateurs. Why, I never made mistakes
like that!
Talven grins at you.
cackle talven
You cackle at Talven.
> [Krismorel enters Discworld]
[Lanore enters Discworld]
A robed figure opens the door and ushers you out of the room.
There is a small click as Aunty Paff d'Parranoid professionally picks the lock.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid opens the west door.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid, Aunty Allison Device and three cabbages leave west.
Strigoi the giant fruitbat follows you in.
You follow Aunty Paff d'Parranoid west.
Talven and Horace the monkey arrive from the east.
[small bedroom]
@-&
/|
*
This is a small bedroom above the Mended Drum. It doesn't have many home comforts, however there is a window
in the north wall, overlooking the river Ankh and Isle of Gods. Below the window is a lively looking bed,
besides which is a small table complete with a vase of wilted flowers. A door leads out to the east.
A closed pair of curtains covers the window.
There is one obvious exit: east.
Tori is on all fours on the bed, Mr Larry Von NightHawk is is behind tori on the bed and Horace the monkey,
Talven, three cabbages, Aunty Allison Device and Aunty Paff d'Parranoid are standing here.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid closes the east door.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid woos.
rofl
Horace the monkey snarls viciously at one of the cabbages.
You roll around on the floor laughing.
> Aunty Paff d'Parranoid waves madly.
sa
You exclaim: Lawks! Where's the scumble?!
> Talven's small white mouse scratches her bottom.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims: hey Foolish!
Talven DANCES like a monkey!
Aunty Allison Device's small red and green frog shows off a particularly ugly wart.
Mr Larry Von NightHawk exclaims: GET THE FUCK OUT!
[Hagi enters Discworld (invisible)]
vision of the area where Mr Larry Von NightHawk stands:
This is a small bedroom above the Mended Drum. It doesn't have many home
comforts, however there is a window in the north wall, overlooking the river
Ankh and Isle of Gods. Below the window is a lively looking bed, besides which
is a small table complete with a vase of wilted flowers. A door leads out to
the east.
A closed pair of curtains covers the window.
There is one obvious exit: east.
Mr Larry Von NightHawk and Tori are lying on the bed and something is hovering.
> In the mirror: Tori licks at your cockhead as you touch it to her lips
t talven eep!
You exclaim to Talven: eep!
> t talven In the mirror: Tori licks at your cockhead as you touch it to her lips
You tell Talven: In the mirror: Tori licks at your cockhead as you touch it to
her lips
> [Sneeky enters Discworld]
Talven tells you: T
Talven tells you: M
Talven tells you: I
agree talven
You agree with Talven wholeheartedly.
> In the mirror: Mr Larry Von NightHawk suddenly shoves his giant length into
your mouth, making you take every inch of his shaft.
[Sacecurrt leaves Discworld]
[Yalpf enters Discworld]
t talven omg!! It's getting worse!
You exclaim to Talven: omg!! It's getting worse!
> [McLeod leaves Discworld]
[Anais enters Discworld]
Talven screams loudly at you.
[Zuga leaves Discworld]
(One) Yalpf wisps: I am Unimpressed. An estimated delivery time of "11th
December - 24th December" isn't very helpful.
t talven recording all this
You tell Talven: recording all this
> talker off
The eyes slowly lose their glow as they close.
> [Korlan leaves Discworld]
Talven tells you: Good good :P Please, for the love of god, dont mail it to me
:P
cackle talven
You cackle at Talven.
> t talven awwww but it's so vile!
You exclaim to Talven: awwww but it's so vile!
> Talven tells you: Yes, and I am already scarred for life. I would rather not
end up catatonic.
giggle talven
You giggle at Talven.
> In the mirror: Tori gives a loud, but muffled, squeak of surprise and lust as
you slam your big cock into ehr mouth, forcing her throat to take your length.
In the mirror: Tori gags as your cock rests in her throat, making her drool all
over your meat
t talven bah I hate when they make typos during netsex, it's so unprofessional
You tell Talven: bah I hate when they make typos during netsex, it's so
unprofessional
In the mirror: Tori gives your ass a playful squeeze as you ram her mouth iwth
dick
In the mirror: Mr Larry Von NightHawk starts pumping in and out of your mouth with glee, his huge cock beginning to grow.
Talven exclaims to you: Oh yes I so agree. Amateurs. Why, I never made mistakes
like that!
Talven grins at you.
cackle talven
You cackle at Talven.
> [Krismorel enters Discworld]
[Lanore enters Discworld]
A robed figure opens the door and ushers you out of the room.
There is a small click as Aunty Paff d'Parranoid professionally picks the lock.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid opens the west door.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid, Aunty Allison Device and three cabbages leave west.
Strigoi the giant fruitbat follows you in.
You follow Aunty Paff d'Parranoid west.
Talven and Horace the monkey arrive from the east.
[small bedroom]
@-&
/|
*
This is a small bedroom above the Mended Drum. It doesn't have many home comforts, however there is a window
in the north wall, overlooking the river Ankh and Isle of Gods. Below the window is a lively looking bed,
besides which is a small table complete with a vase of wilted flowers. A door leads out to the east.
A closed pair of curtains covers the window.
There is one obvious exit: east.
Tori is on all fours on the bed, Mr Larry Von NightHawk is is behind tori on the bed and Horace the monkey,
Talven, three cabbages, Aunty Allison Device and Aunty Paff d'Parranoid are standing here.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid closes the east door.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid woos.
rofl
Horace the monkey snarls viciously at one of the cabbages.
You roll around on the floor laughing.
> Aunty Paff d'Parranoid waves madly.
sa
You exclaim: Lawks! Where's the scumble?!
> Talven's small white mouse scratches her bottom.
Aunty Paff d'Parranoid exclaims: hey Foolish!
Talven DANCES like a monkey!
Aunty Allison Device's small red and green frog shows off a particularly ugly wart.
Mr Larry Von NightHawk exclaims: GET THE FUCK OUT!
[Hagi enters Discworld (invisible)]
Monday, 25 January 2010
A little more...
I feel very uninspired lately. I should do some word spiders then a few freewrites or something, but having started uni again, daily housework, wanting to knit (though my project is driving me insane!), needing to work on the house and the basic caring for the animals, I feel like I just want to do nothing. One thing at a time though.
So really, I am not going to write anything today. I have to watch a programme for uni and feel like doing a little xping on the mud, so that's what I'll do instead.
So really, I am not going to write anything today. I have to watch a programme for uni and feel like doing a little xping on the mud, so that's what I'll do instead.
Monday, 11 January 2010
Switch it
Okay, so it's always a good idea to change the viewpoint, whether it be an omniscient narrator to first person, or one character to another and vice versa. So I thought today I'd write the same scene from Aunt Beth's point of view. So here goes...
Looking around me at the students walking into the lecture, I could see I was over dressed. I knew I should've worn trousers instead of a skirt and all this jewellery... well it'll not be hard to spot the mature student. I stand out like a sore thumb against the denim and black clad teenagers. I breathed in and walked towards the doors. A surly looking girl held the door for me. I thanked her but she ignored me and followed her friends to some seats.
I looked up and around, trying to find somewhere to sit that had someone else my age, or on their own when I saw Lizzy. I think I shouted out of pure relief as I heard myself yell her name. A boy next to me jumped in fright. Something in me made me laugh at that and I rushed up to sit next to Lizzy. Maybe I wouldn't be alone after all.
I shuffled past the massive line of people who were already seated and slid into the seat next to Lizzy.
"First day here, can you believe we're in the same lecture?" I searched in my bag for that blasted pen I put in.
"No," she replied. "But you have taken the same class as me."
Found the pen! Thank goodness for that, I was worried I'd have to borrow one and from the look on Lizzy's face, it would be a black mark on my 'cool aunt' status. Mind you, I doubt she's thought of me as a cool aunt for a while now. She used to tell me things about boyfriends and friends. Now she will do anything to avoid being seen in public with me. Maybe it's the way I dress, or my age, but it's like she's grown away from me as all children do. I was going to say all this to her, but I chickened out and instead said "Are you okay, Lizzy? You look a bit upset."
Weak, I know, but I'm not going to have a heart to heart with her first thing on a Monday morning in a lecture hall.
"I'm fine." she said, but I knew she wasn't.
I didn't see him enter, but I heard the giggles then. For some reason the dull hum of conversation had turned to giggles and whispers. I turned to face the stage at the front of the hall and there he was. Michael. Oh dear. This was not good at all. Lizzy prodded my arm with her pen and I turned to face her.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Fine!" I had to say that. I couldn't tell her I was having an affair with him. He was 15 years younger than me, not that much older than Lizzy. "Just thought I knew him from somewhere."
I turned back as he clapped his hands and introduced himself. I heard Lizzy giggle next to me. I couldn't stop myself telling her off. He was mine and I didn't want her eyeing him up.
This is pretty lame but buggerit! I've done some writing today and some is always better than none. I'm now starving, so am going to grab some lunch.
Looking around me at the students walking into the lecture, I could see I was over dressed. I knew I should've worn trousers instead of a skirt and all this jewellery... well it'll not be hard to spot the mature student. I stand out like a sore thumb against the denim and black clad teenagers. I breathed in and walked towards the doors. A surly looking girl held the door for me. I thanked her but she ignored me and followed her friends to some seats.
I looked up and around, trying to find somewhere to sit that had someone else my age, or on their own when I saw Lizzy. I think I shouted out of pure relief as I heard myself yell her name. A boy next to me jumped in fright. Something in me made me laugh at that and I rushed up to sit next to Lizzy. Maybe I wouldn't be alone after all.
I shuffled past the massive line of people who were already seated and slid into the seat next to Lizzy.
"First day here, can you believe we're in the same lecture?" I searched in my bag for that blasted pen I put in.
"No," she replied. "But you have taken the same class as me."
Found the pen! Thank goodness for that, I was worried I'd have to borrow one and from the look on Lizzy's face, it would be a black mark on my 'cool aunt' status. Mind you, I doubt she's thought of me as a cool aunt for a while now. She used to tell me things about boyfriends and friends. Now she will do anything to avoid being seen in public with me. Maybe it's the way I dress, or my age, but it's like she's grown away from me as all children do. I was going to say all this to her, but I chickened out and instead said "Are you okay, Lizzy? You look a bit upset."
Weak, I know, but I'm not going to have a heart to heart with her first thing on a Monday morning in a lecture hall.
"I'm fine." she said, but I knew she wasn't.
I didn't see him enter, but I heard the giggles then. For some reason the dull hum of conversation had turned to giggles and whispers. I turned to face the stage at the front of the hall and there he was. Michael. Oh dear. This was not good at all. Lizzy prodded my arm with her pen and I turned to face her.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Fine!" I had to say that. I couldn't tell her I was having an affair with him. He was 15 years younger than me, not that much older than Lizzy. "Just thought I knew him from somewhere."
I turned back as he clapped his hands and introduced himself. I heard Lizzy giggle next to me. I couldn't stop myself telling her off. He was mine and I didn't want her eyeing him up.
This is pretty lame but buggerit! I've done some writing today and some is always better than none. I'm now starving, so am going to grab some lunch.
Thursday, 7 January 2010
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Snow snow snow!
Well we're snowed in. I could drive if I wanted to risk smashing into someone or them smashing into me, but I think I'll not push my luck. The Lady is never very kind to me.
So I guess it gives me more time to write. I have been writing a bit of Belmonte. I need to change his name really. The only reason he became Detective Belmonte was because Béa's surname was the first that came to me when I tried to think of a French surname. I could call him Beaumont or something but then I'd think of my friend Neil. Hmmm something to think about. He will remain Belmonte for the moment. I'll need to write out the plot at some point. It gets jumbled in my head with everything else.
I sent off 'Spiders' to a flash fiction competition. I don't hold out much hope but I may as well try. It was £3 to enter. All of these competition entries cost money so I need to find work to sustain it, pity no-one will employ me.
Hmmm let's go back to Aunt Beth. I think we got to 'She was just being Aunt Beth.'.
A man entered the room and stepped up onto the low stage at the front of the theatre. A flutter of giggles went around the room.
"He is hot hot hot!" Katherine who was sitting next to me whispered.
I nodded in agreement. "What do you think, Aunt Beth?" I asked and turned towards her.
She didn't reply. She was staring at the man as if she'd seen a ghost (kill this cliche! - ignore when I do this, it means I want to change the sentence later... which obviously I can't really do as you're reading as I'm writing it).
"Aunt Beth?" I prodded her arm with my pen.
"Hmm?" she turned towards me. "Sorry?"
"Are you okay?"
"Fine!" she said quickly. "Just thought I knew him from somewhere."
The man on the stage clapped his hands and Aunt Beth snapped back to watch him (Change!).
"Right, ladies and gents." he grinned round at the room, looking at little bemused at all the giggling. "I'm Michael O'Neil and I'm your tutor this year."
"Oh my God, he's Irish," Katherine murmured, mock fanning her face with her notebook. I giggled and Aunt Beth shot me a dirty look.
"Listen to the man, Elizabeth!" she hissed.
I grinned at her and rolled my eyes then settled back into my seat to listen. Katherine had scribbled his name on her notebook and drawn a huge love heart round it. She sniggered and winked when she saw me looking at it. That was typical of Katherine. She'd only seen the man for a minute and already she was planning a way to get him.
Right, that'll do for that story for today as I'm running out of steam with it. Perhaps it'll grow a nice pair of legs and run away with itself, but maybe not.
I should write for a few hours at least a day, but I'm finding it hard to do that. So many distractions and things I need/want to do stop me. I should write at night when my brain is most active really. During the day, I always need to do things like feeding/cleaning the rabbits, cleaning the house, walking the dogs, etc. I've started walking the dogs in the afternoon it's too cold for Dan to walk them at night. Plus I figure the last thing he wants is to come home then go out for a walk in the cold again.
Any way, I'll get on with things.
So I guess it gives me more time to write. I have been writing a bit of Belmonte. I need to change his name really. The only reason he became Detective Belmonte was because Béa's surname was the first that came to me when I tried to think of a French surname. I could call him Beaumont or something but then I'd think of my friend Neil. Hmmm something to think about. He will remain Belmonte for the moment. I'll need to write out the plot at some point. It gets jumbled in my head with everything else.
I sent off 'Spiders' to a flash fiction competition. I don't hold out much hope but I may as well try. It was £3 to enter. All of these competition entries cost money so I need to find work to sustain it, pity no-one will employ me.
Hmmm let's go back to Aunt Beth. I think we got to 'She was just being Aunt Beth.'.
A man entered the room and stepped up onto the low stage at the front of the theatre. A flutter of giggles went around the room.
"He is hot hot hot!" Katherine who was sitting next to me whispered.
I nodded in agreement. "What do you think, Aunt Beth?" I asked and turned towards her.
She didn't reply. She was staring at the man as if she'd seen a ghost (kill this cliche! - ignore when I do this, it means I want to change the sentence later... which obviously I can't really do as you're reading as I'm writing it).
"Aunt Beth?" I prodded her arm with my pen.
"Hmm?" she turned towards me. "Sorry?"
"Are you okay?"
"Fine!" she said quickly. "Just thought I knew him from somewhere."
The man on the stage clapped his hands and Aunt Beth snapped back to watch him (Change!).
"Right, ladies and gents." he grinned round at the room, looking at little bemused at all the giggling. "I'm Michael O'Neil and I'm your tutor this year."
"Oh my God, he's Irish," Katherine murmured, mock fanning her face with her notebook. I giggled and Aunt Beth shot me a dirty look.
"Listen to the man, Elizabeth!" she hissed.
I grinned at her and rolled my eyes then settled back into my seat to listen. Katherine had scribbled his name on her notebook and drawn a huge love heart round it. She sniggered and winked when she saw me looking at it. That was typical of Katherine. She'd only seen the man for a minute and already she was planning a way to get him.
Right, that'll do for that story for today as I'm running out of steam with it. Perhaps it'll grow a nice pair of legs and run away with itself, but maybe not.
I should write for a few hours at least a day, but I'm finding it hard to do that. So many distractions and things I need/want to do stop me. I should write at night when my brain is most active really. During the day, I always need to do things like feeding/cleaning the rabbits, cleaning the house, walking the dogs, etc. I've started walking the dogs in the afternoon it's too cold for Dan to walk them at night. Plus I figure the last thing he wants is to come home then go out for a walk in the cold again.
Any way, I'll get on with things.
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