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This thread will offer as a theater with what ever storys I have come up with that are unlikely to become, simply because they are too rediculous... Note about my wrighting, it is probobly not for the Faint of hearts or the inocent... Mind you, those of you who are here Do play Lugaru, and are gonna play Overgrowth some time so it probobly dose not mater...
I will start this story:

The Myths of the Fallen Keeper's

Introduction: The Founding of The Preservers
Vampires have existed for centureys. They are the middle ground between the Asended and the Mortal. Always have they the merged realitys with the Nether worlds, where there never ending supply of Blood is stored when the day that there are no more Virgins, and demonic spawnlings arrise from these holes in time as there body guards and minions. Vampires have always been hidden in the ranks of Political powers and serve themselves for there owen gain. They have there place in the protection of the human race, paticularly during the Mortal dawn, but one must knoiw that they are Abominations, they can not be trusted for there tendincy to Stock pile your blood.

The Vampires only have one good virtue that keeps them from tipping the scales of this world, that is there need for us, as we consume the beast, so do they consume us...

Another force that we must face is the Nephilie, half breeds of Humans and angels. They walk the world of the living, the result of temptaion of the mysterious Creator minions. The Nephilie have aperaed as many things, only one resulting with good Intentions. the others have brought quick destruction to the world. An Unholy alliance was forged between the Creator, and the Destroyer.
The Destoryer and the Creator left there veils of there kingdoms, and brought angelic destruction.

these Two forces I speak of, the Creator and the Destoryer come from the same sorce.
They both come from the Astral realm, trying to in vein find there way back home... the Creator came up with an Ingeious idea to learn though the ideas of limitation, to understand how this plane of existance worked, they created the Earth, and made a population of creatures that were able to be mentaly taken over should the need to do so was required. Some however disagreed with the consept, beling it to be a waste, these inderviduals tryed to put down many vairiables to stop this experiment from working.

Sad to say, this turned into a full scale war, this time they use the manipulation of mortals to do battle. It was latter discoverd that the reality they creatied would allso trap an entity should it be earth bound for too long, and apone entering a mortal, they are afflicked with amnezia of who they really are. This was then the coming of the Soul pool. The Soul pool was created to keep these paticular entitys in there situation preserved, and allow for Life time Memeory recording. Its also where entitys would acumulate to ready reentery of another human. This would in thoery give the Creators a means of recording what they learned, hopefuly discovering something new.

The Destoryers do as much as they can to sabbotage what they can. They too have there ebodyer's that work covert.

Then there is the Preservers, those who have become aware of who they are as mortals. Apone discovery, we have been able to learn of the childishness that gose on between these two forces. We have quite literaly added ourselves as another player to this game of chess. When we discover that a King is in Checkmate soon, it is our job to Preserve that king. For when that King is struck down... The begining of the end will be at its Dawn!

Rest now, you may choose to take onbord the knowlege of your place in a conspiracy, or remain ignorant, that is your choice, I just have the luxury of informing you...

Epic.

Smells like Invertin...

Oh no. If it were me, there'd be alot more Goat.

Or maybe a giant dragon zombie or something. I dunno.

Could be.

Anyway, why haven't you pre-ordered yet? =o

That was a blast of random awesomeness...

Speaking of zombie dragons and stuff, I tore a zombie giant's torso apart with my teeth just yesterday in Dwarf Fortress. My character was a Drakon, so no, I didn't manage to get my arms broken and be forced to use my secondary 1-2 damage bite attack which only activates if no usable Grasp body parts (ie: hands) are available. I think a zombie giant's armour value would negate more than two damage anyway, considering even witha 1-6 bite attack, most of my attacks didn't do any damage at all.

I took a screenshot, but it came out as a rectangular black strip. I guess the inbuilt OSX screen capture commands don't capture DF very well…

And yes, ZOMBIE GIANT.

Oh, wait, I found this in my gamelog.txt. It's less authentic but is awesome nonetheless.

"You bite The Zombie Giant in the lower body!
It is ripped into loose shreds!
Ismir Zilarluth, Zombie Giant has been struck down."

The Rights of Passage:

The Rights of passage from a pessant to a man, like a (K)night without armor in a savage land, with only a weapon in your hand. Once you become aware of this maddness, you may make the choice to leave this world, and go back to the Astral world, but there are those of you who are bound to this land you call your new home.

But apone the path to discovery, you will find that your mind is higher than those stuck. They call you things like mad... They use what ever way to control you thy can, to keep you blisfuly here, oblivious to what will take place. To become a peace of the Middle ground, you must go though a perilous path, but know that they may not deffeat your spirit, for once you understand that you too are an Imortal, never ending being, alien to this world, you are unstopable.

There are many of us, but like all who choose to play this game, must play by the rules.
The simple knowllege of our existance can cause an unhealthy imballance in the Embodyed. They end up bringing great terror and opression onto themselves. That was Displayed when a Nephilie was born to a woman of purity.

Apone acsepting the rules, you are bound to service.
Your Misson is to stop the day of the kings to come to pass.
To begin your service, chant the following with your hand over your heart:


0010000000000000000000000000001000000000000000000000000000100
0010000000000000000000000000001100000000000000000000000000100
0010000000000000000000000000000110000000000000000000000000100
001000000000000000000000000000110000000000000000000000000100
001000000000000000000000000000110000000000000000000000000100
001000000000000001111000000011111110000000000000000000000100
001000000000000000001111111111011111111111000000000000000100
001000000000000000000000111111111000000111110000000000000100
001000000000000000000000000000110000000000000000000000000100
001000000000000000000000000000110000000000000000000000000100
001000000000000000000000000000110000000000000000000000000100
001000000000000000000000000001100000000000000000000000000100
001000000000000000000000000001000000000000000000000000000100

(To understand the patern, take 1 and say Hel-meck, and take the 0 and say Zah-ZOO-Kek)
The Angels are laughing at you

If you acsept this burdent for your Burden basket, you may use your new found power and run with it... Do this now... I will awate your return

Now that the Introduction is over... The Story may Commence:

Under the cover of a rainstorm, the crashing of thunder, the being who Is knowen only as Colicedus made entry to the realm of the mortals. His task was of a messnger, the message he had was sceled, who he was to give this message to he did not know, but apone acsepting this mission he understands that although he is now vulnerable to all the sinners an the wicked of the rightus, at the same time he is now a vital peace, needed to draw out the game. He knew that the enemys of his causes would be after him soon, he had to make haste to deliver his message.

He looked down at his hands, pale but blotchy with variations of flesh.
He put his one hand over his face, feeling each detail, every bump, and ever crease in his face.
His nose small and soft to the eyes, apone them rest red Shades. He rubbed his head of hair, feeling its body and life. He said to himself "hansome looks, I think this'll get me somewhere" he says implying perverted intentions.

He put his hands at his side's feeling what he had in the way of his hips and butt.
In his back poket he produces a letter, the physical symbol of the act he must fullfill "Thats right... I gotta find who this belongs to and get it to them."

He begins to walk down the side walk, seeing the people mill about. In there eye's there enmptyness. they just pace back and forth, being some what in the back drop. Its quite an eerie sight to see for some one new to this earth. he thought to himself 'if I dont bother them, I dont think they will bother me'

He kept walking down the path, around him was traffic, and office buildings that spire into the sky.
People walk in and out of them frequintly. not a moments rest. He actualy found the experince of being there quite draining. The Buzzing noises of the busy city folk around him, it was a lot to take in. He knew that some one here was bound to be the person who was in need of this message, there were tons of humans, millions it would seem, a daunting task like finding a needle in a hay stak.