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Post by Dundee on Oct 29, 2006 14:06:11 GMT -5
Sure... Next week, when I actually have something to write. Sorry this chapter doesn't have a lot of substance to it, but it was the last chapter I have in stock. I'll be sure to write more this week, if I can think of anything.
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Post by Wolfy on Oct 29, 2006 14:15:20 GMT -5
Okey-dokey. I'll be wating. ^^-
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linkhylia
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I will consume you with my power. or eat a cookie ^-^
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Post by linkhylia on Oct 29, 2006 15:31:29 GMT -5
^_^ me too. man I'm bored
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Post by RainyRibbon on Nov 9, 2006 17:00:59 GMT -5
Wow! You are really good at writing fanfiction! Please write more I can't wait to see what happens with the storyline!
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Post by Dundee on Nov 9, 2006 21:19:25 GMT -5
Reaction to good news: W00T! Yet another slave to add to my ever-growing army of fan-zombies! Reaction to bad news: DoKII is going on a eetsy, beetsy, tiny, little hiatus again. I just haven't had a lot of inspiration lately, and I feel like I've exhausted everything I can from the comic. Ridiculous nonsense, I know, but my weak near-sighted eyes can't decipher anything else to tort from this wonderful comic... Reaction to good news(again): *dances around giddily wearing towel on head... again* YAY FOR FANS!! I bet this is what popularity tastes like! Salty and buttery, like very good popcorn! *licks lips* And even more bad news: Just realized why this thing isn't going anywhere. I'll need to take a longer vacation; I have no idea what I'm doing, and it's kind of hard to write a story when you don't have a plot. *strikes head soundly multiple times* Simply strange news: Oh dear. I've found out what the plot is going to be for this story, and you all aren't going to like it at all. Hopefully, my writing will keep you hanging on by a thread, but this baby's going nowhere pleasant. Now, I just need a map to get there...
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Post by Dundee on Nov 22, 2006 2:28:54 GMT -5
Deepest apologies for not posting here in so long... And this is what I've got to make up for it. Three major twists you'll never see again, for your entertainment.
As you can probably tell from this installment, I'm running out of ideas. If anyone would like to talk about an idea they have, please share it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` Chapter 16: In Which… Something Doesn’t Happen All the plot ideas I don’t get to use
“Faye? FAYE?” Hexavier shook the woman’s quickly cooling body, not paying mind to the blood that spattered all around the clearing. “No… Foolish girl… D-damn woman…” He knelt over the still body, still warm with the life liquid carelessly flowing. (This won’t work because, duh, he can bring people back to life. Hard to get a lot of emotional trauma out of that, especially when the same thing’s happened before.)
Mye looked out the front porch window, smiling at the sight of the redhead and her son kneeling together in the grass. Mannic was showing Damon important plants of the forest, such as wild onions and mushrooms, as well as a hands-on kind of biology. (I dismissed this one, because I’d have a hard time telling people how Damon’s learning these things, when I haven’t learned them myself. >.<)
Rosemary sat down with a heavy sigh. Her defenses knocked down, her mind open to the disasters she’d caused, she felt like a child again… Only without her brother and sister. Now that the worldwide feared vampiress opened her eyes, she had never been so lonely in her life. Something white and blurry waved in front of her. Squinting to see the object, she realized with a start that tears were dimming her sight, and the white object was a handkerchief being offered. She silently took it, dabbed her eyes, and turned to see the person come to comfort her. She was hardly surprised to meet the concerned grey eyes of her would-be suitor. “Rosemary,” he began, but before he could begin his carefully prepared speech, she leaned against his solid shoulder, grateful that at least one still cared about her. (This one wouldn’t work because… it’s what everyone’s been silently begging for. And that kind of thing is just not my cup of tea; torture is the poison I pick, and no matter how tempting fixing all the love hexagons is, I gotta stick with it. STICK WITH IT, DUNDEE, RESIST THE TEMPTATION! It's so HARD!)
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Post by dragonblade261 on Nov 26, 2006 20:08:45 GMT -5
Soooooooooooooo...Gooooooooooooooooood. *raises hand* Goddess of Fanfiction, can I make a sacrificial altar in your honor?*picks up turkey carcus*All I got is this turkey left over from Thanksgiving*holds up groundhog carcus* and this thing my dog stepped on. My dog is a Great Dane.
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Post by Dundee on Nov 26, 2006 21:00:09 GMT -5
Is the turkey basted? I shan't have a turkey if the turkey's not basted. A basted turkey's the ONLY way to own a turkey. As for the groundhog carcass... Yeeesssssss, that shall be QUITE sufficient... Bwahaha, I have a higher plan for your dog-kill than you can dream of, and it has to do with the next time my brother comes for a visit and his bed. OMFG! GREAT DANES ARE SOOOOO KYUTE!! Thank youse, Dragon, youse has made mine day!
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Post by dragonblade261 on Nov 28, 2006 15:11:48 GMT -5
Ooooooooooooooh....then have this algae eater corpse my brother threatened me with. It was in a McDonalds bag. It was several years ago so it is nice and....noticable. There is also these two squirrel carcus' one that had its eyes popped out and the other...it was run over two times and a hawk or something keeps eating its limbs. The intestines are nice and stringy! No, the turkey is not basted, but if you hang the remaining carcus' in the room....Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahha!!!!
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Post by Dundee on Nov 29, 2006 22:46:37 GMT -5
Hm, yes, that shall do very well, my acolyte. Now... Fetch me... A Shrubbery! Sorry for abusing youse alls with lack of updates, so here's one early. Bah. It looked longer in Word.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In which Crispo receives an anonymous call
“Hey, Crispo.” “Uh, excuse me?” He knew it was a bad idea to pick up a ringing payphone, and now there was someone he didn’t know with his name. “C’mon, man, I seriously need your help!” “Do I KNOW you?” The voice on the phone sighed, a rush of static crashing into the receiver. “I am completely and totally apolled that you could possibly forget me like this, Cris.” Crap, crap, crap. Whoever this dude was, Cris had most likely ticked off an old friend. He could hear the person cursing on the other end. “Listen, I’m running out of coins. I’m going to meet you at this address,” they said, and related the name of some obscure bay. “9:00 P.M., sharp. Remember, Crispo, I know where you live.” The voice snickered to itself as if at some private joke through another wave of static, and ended with a click and a beep. The half dragon stared at the lifeless phone in his blue-white hands for a moment, until it started asking him to pay for the call. The automatic voice of the phone was left with nothing but the sound of the wind as the payphone swung off the hook in the middle of the lonely street. “Hey Daray,” Crispo called as he barged in through the door, “Get ready for the beach!”
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Post by Wolfy on Nov 30, 2006 8:14:14 GMT -5
Hmm... Who might that be? *waits impatiently for ze next updatey-goodness*
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Post by Dundee on Nov 30, 2006 9:01:11 GMT -5
*snickers to self like mad scientist planning to take over the world to clueless world leaders* Nyahahahaa. Eye shall vrool ze vorld.
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Post by dragonblade261 on Dec 1, 2006 15:10:23 GMT -5
*comes in on all fours while carrying a line of wagons with shrubs in them attached to my back* Found some shrubbery, Ms. Dundee! They were in my front yard! Dad*from afar*: DRAGON! Why are all of the shrubs gone from the front yard?!?!?! *back to me* Oops. I forgot. He works at home.*scurries off*
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Post by Dundee on Dec 2, 2006 0:07:16 GMT -5
Hm, better put those back... Anyway, I'm here to announce that I'm going on a break from this story. I've been inspired to write something else, something that I'll most likely be sharing with all of you. I need this time not only for the story, but to get my comic rolling again. I thought time had stopped when I was having trouble figuring out Gimp, and now I'm almost a week behind schedule. I have to work on my updating schedule if I'm ever to have as big a fanbase there like I do here. *shameless comic plug*
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Post by Dundee on Dec 11, 2006 1:00:32 GMT -5
The comic isn't working out... On the other hand, this has. Extra long for your enjoyment, extra artistic license for my convenience! For some reason, this series doesn't like the name Rosemary...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In Which We Find the Rose Sisters Again
Damon sat alone in the grove. He was SURE he was alone. Everyone else was doing something incredibly important, leaving him with the forest for his own backyard. It was something other boys could only dream about, he thought, but the fact remained: Damon was bored out of his mind. There was possibly only one person left who could keep him from losing it altogether, and HE was impossible to actually contact. “Oh my goodness, you are the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen!” A girl’s bright, chipper voice pierced his ear, and he looked up to see a tall woman covered in white fur and a blouse and skirt bend over and pick him up. “Rosemary, look what I found!” Another, similarly dressed and furred woman walked into the clearing as if waiting there all along, and took a long look. Damon simply hung passive in the first woman’s arms, not knowing whether to cry for help or to bite her arm. “It’s dirty, and disgusting besides. Put it down, you don’t know where it’s been.” In outrage, the boy straightened up as mucha s possible in the woman’s grip, and glared indignantly at this Rosemary, to see the enormous ears protruding from her stringy black hair. “Orycalopes…” he whispered He’d heard about this species long before he came to the cabin. Before the vampires had begun their war on the bunny kind, they had been quite a peaceful community. When the bloodsuckers struck, a rumor circulated that a number of females were bred for the sole purpose of defending their homes and species, but it was only a rumor. However, it was fact that the Rose Sisters had a huge impact on the frequent battles. Unluckily for them, when the wars were over and they still longed for violence, they soon made a reputation for being on the top list of things you don’t want to meet in the middle of the night. Obviously, they were one of the first the late Demon King had recruited to his side. And now the most violent of them all, the infamous Rosemary, was glaring at him.
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Post by Wolfy on Dec 11, 2006 14:22:13 GMT -5
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooo... YAY!! ^^ Here, Damon! *throws Damon a mace* Beat her to death!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^^
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Post by Dundee on Jan 22, 2007 0:21:12 GMT -5
Nuu, not teh mace! Rosemary's nifty! in my original thoughts, she was gonna be Damon's first lovey-poo! Quite obviously, it did NOT work out. But I still got ta use 'em. Update here tomorrow!
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Post by Amelius on Jan 23, 2007 7:42:17 GMT -5
ooo, danger, Damon! Hehe, I really do like where you are taking this. *Happyhappy*
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Post by Dundee on Jan 23, 2007 8:35:18 GMT -5
*clutches compliments like Mye with a bag of gummy bears* I'll post the chapter... soon... I just need to FIND it. Now, was it in the pile of scribbles next to my desk, in my poorly organized folder system, or the art bag littered with various writing utensils and candy wrappers?...
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Post by Dundee on Jan 23, 2007 23:48:58 GMT -5
Ha ha ha, FOUND IT! Kay, melodramatic bits here… Please excuse the cheesiness. If it’s overpowering, you can plug your nose to stifle the scent. Blech, I always feel uncomfortable dealing with ‘love’ scenes…
~~~~~~ “I am not an ‘it, ma’am. I am… I am…” Damon stopped. Both women looked at him curiously, and now more were filing in. The first Rose Sister dropped him on the ground, and he scrambled against a tree. “Who are you, ratling?” she demanded, staring the boy down. Breathing more quickly, at a loss for what to do, he had to tell the truth. “My name is Damon, ma’am.” “Not the Prince!” screeched one, before being hushed by her sisters. Prince? What prince? They couldn’t be talking about the vampire, the werewolf, or… With an unpleasant jolt, he realized what they were talking about. “No, no, NO! I am NOT, I am NOT! My father was no king!” he protested, but in vain. The girls took him in their arms to march to their residence. “No! Tony! Mye! Help! Hexavier, Menu, ANYONE!” His shouts began to fade with his hope of rescue as they went deeper into the woods. “Tony? MYE?!” He’d lost sight of the cabin, and they were nearing the part of the forest that was generally avoided by civilized beings. “MOTHER!”
Mye sat up, quite suddenly, almost before she woke. Did she wake up? Was she sleeping? The last thing she remembered was falling on the couch in the living room in exhaustion, right after she had put the plates in the oven to warm… She clutched at her wrist for a watch that wasn’t there, then raced to the kitchen. Expecting the worst, she plugged her nose and walked in, only to find the room free of the chaos and smoke she’d expected. “Oh, no… Tony, why?” she asked the empty air. He still had that silly crush on her. How could he expect her to return his love so soon after Zeno? Thinking about love and its dangerous ways, Mye sighed mournfully, and rested against the counter. First Zerlocke, then Zeno… Perhaps it would be in her best interest to just stay away from relationships in general… ~~~~~ Aw, poor Tonius. Maybe I'll break my Way of the Author, and give you a nice girl to hang around with. Maybe. As in, 'Maybe I'll take an airplane to Florida with my best friend and spend about a thousand bucks in DisneyWorld.'
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Post by Wolfy on Jan 24, 2007 12:27:45 GMT -5
Ooooooooo... Yay!! ^^ More! Moremoremoremore!
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Post by Dundee on Jan 24, 2007 17:19:44 GMT -5
Thank you ever so much for the comment, but I'm still thinking about how I'll introduce the next bit. Should I start the snowballing events for the actual plot, or send two as-of-now unnamed indivuals on their magical adventure? I suppose I'll start the chain reaction towards the meat of the story this week, but how to tip the first domino?
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Post by Dundee on Mar 12, 2007 21:16:50 GMT -5
DoK II going on a bit of a hiatus right now. Pathetic excuses used every single time: I need a life of my own, I'm uninspired with this story, three thousand tons of schoolwork, I'm developing my own original story, and there's been a lot of confusion about moving from Jr. High to High. So, yeah. Not getting a lot of work out of me, 'specially cause I haven't been able to hear these characters' voices in my head in forever. 'Tis like best friends who suddenly move out of your life without you noticing until their old phone number doesn't work when you try to call.
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Post by Dundee on Sept 17, 2007 17:08:15 GMT -5
First off, let me apologize for being such a no-good-rotten-fan member. I have been inconsistent, and I have broken a LOT of promises. So, I hope that at least a few of you have been wondering what's going to happen to this thing. I'm not going to continue this storyline, although if one of you wants to take a chance and finish it, that's completely alright with me. BUT, I WILL be using my single original character from here in my upcoming webcomic. Here's a preliminary sketch of what he'll probably look like. If someone chooses to continue this fanfiction, let it be known that instead an encounter with the Orycalope sisters, he was kidnapped by faeries to be brought in as a slave in King Oberon's castle. Again, I apologize for being such a bad member. I hope that you enjoy these stories, and that you'll enjoy the many more to come. This is quite possibly my last post here, though certainly NOT my last visit.
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Post by Wolfy on Sept 18, 2007 10:16:18 GMT -5
Awwwwww! ;-;
*hugs*
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