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Dec 2, 2006 19:23:15 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Dec 2, 2006 19:23:15 GMT -5
you squeeze your eyes shut and wait for the spikes to impale your body...you hit something hard. your breath wooshes out of your lungs and your eyes bug open as you gasp for breath. you look around not seeing the razor grass but insead seeing the blue grass and the little orange and black pokadot flowers. your in the meadow you started out in. you have the silver leaf clutched in your fist. you inspect your body as if not believing you're not dead and find that your cuts seem to have healed and your clothes look good as new. you can see the forest out ahead of you but it wavers in the light like a mirage that isn't quite there.
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Dec 2, 2006 19:33:26 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Dec 2, 2006 19:33:26 GMT -5
you hear a voice on the breeze, "your path is stronger than the land, congradulations on the silver leaf in your hand." you hold up the leaf, inspecting it closely, it's soft and flexible but the stem is stiff and shaped strangely. "one key is collected, but more are to be found yet. which path shall you take next?" you look around, behind you you see a vast mountain covered in white snow, but for the top which is hidden behind purple clouds. To your left you think you see a building but it looks very odd, you don't know why. To your right there seems to be a haze in the air, almost like a fog, but it's yellow--just looking at it gives you the heebee-geebees.
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Dec 4, 2006 17:45:42 GMT -5
Post by bludragon on Dec 4, 2006 17:45:42 GMT -5
A shadowy figure passes behind the sickly yellow and the fog suddenly parts to reveal something flying straight at you. It's a... "Pelican!" You scream in terror, falling back in surprise as the pelican's eyes look solely into yours, the bird suddenly hovering just in front of your face, beak sagging under wait of water. Eye to eye with this seemingly normal bird in this bizzarre place, you mutter to yourself, "What next? Am I gonna wind up as this big beaks dinner?" The pelican's beak opens and you flinch wondering if this is your end and... "Gloom and doom!" It shreiks in your face. "Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe, tragic and woe! Fly away! Fly away! They're coming! Coming! I say, the Russian Are Coming! No, that's not right..." As you stare in bewilderment at this seemingly crazy bird, you see its dark eyes confused. Then opens its bill wide in a shriek of uncontainable terror, and as the sound rents the sky -and your poor eardrums- a fish's head surfaces from the makeshift tank of the pelican's beak. Fins to face the fish's mouth is nearly as wide open as its keeper, and it screams with it, thankfully on a much lower octive. As you wait for the sounds to peter -fingers in ears- you think to yourself, 'Never see another opera soprano, never!' (sorry, couldn't resist, mate!)
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Dec 18, 2006 15:00:28 GMT -5
Post by josh on Dec 18, 2006 15:00:28 GMT -5
i guss im staying away from the fog on second thought i say i will go towards the fog at a despret run
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Dec 20, 2006 19:19:09 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Dec 20, 2006 19:19:09 GMT -5
as you near the fog you hear that voice, "this is the path of fear, beware the nightmares that lurk near..." You barrel into the fog and choke on the smell of rotten eggs. You keep running hoping to make your way through it, but you trip over something. Do you stop to see what you tripped over or do you continue running without looking back?
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Dec 27, 2006 14:09:43 GMT -5
Post by josh on Dec 27, 2006 14:09:43 GMT -5
i look at what it is
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Feb 1, 2007 15:30:38 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Feb 1, 2007 15:30:38 GMT -5
the fog is very thick, and you carefully ease your way back to the bag you tripped over. It is a plain burlap bag with twine tied around the top to keep it shut. You reach for the bag, and just as your about to touch it jerks like there is something alive inside. A cold shiver runs down your back and you are suddenly terrified of what ever is trapped inside. Cold sweat breaks out on your forehead and a sick feeling of dread settles itself in the pit of your stomach. you faintly hear an echo of the soft voice that follows you in this bizzare world of your mind, "this is the path of fear, your key is hidden near, to battle the nightmare, you must have care, for what you seek, is not for the meek, the courage you found, is high above the metalic ground, and your sanitiy may depend, on what happens come the end." What do yo do?
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Feb 9, 2007 20:41:51 GMT -5
Post by josh on Feb 9, 2007 20:41:51 GMT -5
what do u mean i shout
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Mar 14, 2007 16:23:19 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Mar 14, 2007 16:23:19 GMT -5
You hear the voice, "your fear lies near, but do not be afraid, for your courage has been proven, and for your sword you have paid. The key is your weapon, your courage it's strength, now something will happen, what was small will grow to great length."
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Apr 13, 2007 19:49:58 GMT -5
Post by josh on Apr 13, 2007 19:49:58 GMT -5
do u mean the leaf ? i ask the voice
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Apr 16, 2007 15:27:29 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Apr 16, 2007 15:27:29 GMT -5
You hear silence, but your pocket containing the leaf starts to heat up. In seconds your pocket gets extremely hot, though not hot enough to burn you.
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Apr 17, 2007 20:40:01 GMT -5
Post by josh on Apr 17, 2007 20:40:01 GMT -5
wow!!!!! *takes out leaf huridly and drops on grownd and starts to suck on his fingers*
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May 1, 2007 13:33:12 GMT -5
Post by tammy on May 1, 2007 13:33:12 GMT -5
As soon as you drop it the leaf starts to lengthen, and in seconds there is a shining silver sword lying at your feet. The blade is long and etching scores it's length so it resembles the veins of a leaf, the guards above the hilt are two short leafs that flare out then curl back to the blade to resemble a broad sword, the hilt itself resembles a stem and you know that when you pick it up it will fit your hand and feel like an extension of your arm. You hear a voice, "Weild your weapon without fear, for now your enemy does come near..." You hear footsteps rapidly aproaching you through the fog. You look at the burlap sack and it is flat as if what was once inside had escaped. The Sword of Courage still lies at your feet, you have one last chance to run from the Fear that hunts you in the yellow fog. But here is the question, can anyone truly escape their fears?
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Sept 4, 2007 13:59:02 GMT -5
Post by josh on Sept 4, 2007 13:59:02 GMT -5
i turn around to star at the approching foot steps with soard in hand and ready to strike.
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Mar 20, 2008 4:28:43 GMT -5
Post by tammy on Mar 20, 2008 4:28:43 GMT -5
You see a shape lunge toward you in the mist. It seems wreathed in shadows and wields a blade of large black iron. You block his strike but he keeps coming in a flury of blows that you find hard to follow. You block every one of his blows and as you get a sense of his style you alter your stance from defensive to offensive. You are not just blocking his blows anymore you are striking some of your own. Your blade seems to sing in your hand as your blows rain down upon him. He is forced to go on the defensive and you know you are winning. He misjudges one of your strikes and you move in for the final blow. With a swift move you disarm him. His blade flies into the mist and dissapears. Your foe falls to his knees before you and bows his head knowing you have defeated him. Just as you lift your sword for the killing strike you hear a whisper in the air. "Fear now has no sway over you, but fear has it's place as all feelings do. Without fright, there is no reason to fight. For if there is no horror, our lifes would be such a bore. So do you see, can you hear me? Fear you cannot eliminate, for then you would become what you hate. Your fear is hear, it's face is now clear." The shadows that had wrapped your foe seemed to clear around his head. Slowly he lifts his face and his eyes meet yours. You are looking at a face that is at once familiar and alien. His face is your own, but you do not see anything of yourself in his eyes. Cold, cruel eyes stare out from this evil doppleganger. You fear becoming this souless man. But from the trials you have faced and over come you realize that you will never become that man as long as you follow your heart. Suddenly the souless being at your feet is swallowed by shadows and seems to disintegrate, in mere seconds there is nothing left. With unhurried steps you walk back the way you came. After a few steps you stub your toe on something and look down. It's the iron sword your fear used against you. You lean down to pick it up. Your fingers brush against the cool metal and suddenly it starts to shrink. At the same time the sword in your hands starts to shrink as well. In moments you have two small swords your hands, each no bigger than a pencil. You hear a soft voice, "These keys are very dear, so be sure to keep them near. You have passed each test, except for north and west. Congratulations are due, so I congratulate you. Now where to? It's up to you." The yellow fog around you dissipates and you find yourself standing in the field with orange and black flowers. The metal forest looks hazy and indistinct to the south. The yellow fog has retreated to the east and now seems far away. To the north are mountains with white snow tops surrounded by purple clouds. To the west are strange buildings of some sort. Do you go north or west next?
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