Story Time...

This was an event Corst, Brisa and I held. Anyone who wanted to tell a story was invited, and listeners were welcomed. It is long, but the stories are good. I tried to edit the useless chatter, but I may have missed some here and there, so bear with me…

Corst says, "Rules o' storytellin' simple: One speaker at a time, to tell his/her story... if ye can't respect a person's time, leave. Rule 2: Dis is In character, going outta character will result in Arnak knows what, though me tinks it will be bad. Rule 3: Emotes of drinking approval, etc, are encouraged, snoring may result in bein' asked tae leave. Last rule dat i can think of, is if a realm shows up and invades us, we teach em manners."

Ferahgo says, "Aeval was already asked to leave before this even started ;)"

Ferahgo says, "just trying to lighten the mood, dun take anything personally from me :)"

Corst says, "okies... me aeval and brisa were tae be the judges, and dey consented fer me tae tell the first story... me is not bein' judged... just to try and get us into da mood. we ready tae begin? Me sees many here ready tae tell stories, or many jus' tae listen, dis is a good ting because from stories come legends... Those gathered here, may already be legends, however no legend can be complete if da story is not told...So, taenight starts a new era of storytelling, where ye gain da ability tae tell others yer origins, yer stories, yer battles... what have you. And taenight, me will kick dis time off, wit' a story about our origins, da origins o' da werewolves... and hope ye can all learn dat all may never appear as it may have seemed."

Corst says, "Now, many of ye may already know dis story, some may not... howe'er, it's always nice tae here tings again, for it gives ya the ability tae share it. But before der was Tamia, Carendal, and Darikor, da world was just a new place. And den da many gods came tae dis world and thought how wonderful it would be tae have creatures roam da world. So they created many creatures... both majestic and small, such as da Unicorn, da Dragon and even da field mouse. And after dey created dese tings... dey thought, dey need keepers... and created man... but... as dey created man, dey had run out o' parts to make him wit' so dey stole a bit from all... from da gorilla dey took his ability to walk upright... dat is why now da gorillas slump...from da fox, dey took a bit o' der cleverness and having stolen pieces and parts from every critter...dey found dat he still looked cold wit' no hair...so dey took from da dog a piece o' fur from under his tail and put it on man's head. And thus he had hair. But... da one ting dey forgot was tae teach him how tae hunt. And boy and girl child were soon cold, and hungry...and a god o' da time, told dem tae seek out da wolf... tae learn how tae hunt.

So, in da midst of winter dey sought out da wolf...and one bitterly cold day, dey found a large white mother wolf, standing over top two still figures...also large wolfs, but obviously her children...so, boy and girl child went to mother wolf, and said, can ye show us how tae hunt? And she glared at boy and girl child...and asked why she should help anyone when her own children were dead. They begged and pleaded, and finally, she said, if ye can talk the mother o' da moon intae giving me back me children, shall i consent and teach ye tae hunt. They agreed and said, if mother of da moon, will do dis... den perhaps... yer children right now may not need der skins... we are very cold... mother wolf though on dis, and nodded, seein' der logic, she allowed boy and girl child tae use der skins fer warmth and set dem on der way.

Now boy and girl child went to the griffons, asking dem fer help, tae fly dem tae da moon... so dey could see Luna, mother o' da moon. Da griffons were quite lofty and snobby and turned dem down. So boy and girl child, hungry, yet determined went looking for another way... As it happened one day... dey were goin' through a field when a large bulky dragon spotted dem... seein' da wolf hides thought immediately o' dinner and flew down, his breath searing the field... but... dey found shelter in a cave...away from da dragon...now dragons were not always what dey seemed tae be...dey were stocky, wit' short necks and small tails, closely did dey resemble a house with a head and tail. And so da dragon tried as hard as he could... tae reach his head intae da cave and chomp down his wolf meal...finding a large pile o' rocks he chomped down upon dese rocks...though a dragon be strong... he could not chew dese rocks...and found himself stuck wit' in da cave.

He cried out fer help, and many beasts tried tae free him... pulling hard on his tail. dey pulled so hard his tail became stretched, as well as his neck...creating da dragon we all love so well now a days...but to no avail could dey free him.. So boy and girl child came up wit' an idea dey said... we can free thee if ye aid us...and da dragon mutter through rock heavy teeth.. how? If we free ye of your mouth o' rock, will ye fly us to da moon? da dragon agreed, wanting free of his prison. So Boy child worked hard, with girl child at his side... and dey freed da dragon of his confines. da dragon... grateful... honored his word, and allowed dem on his back. he den... flew dem tae da moon...

Dey arrived on da moon, and Luna, mother of da moon, saw dem... and listened tae der story, and thought it over... She called upon her da spirits of the two slain wolf children... and asked, would ye be returned to yer forms? The two wolf children wholehearted wanted to be wit' der mothers agin, and said aye, please? So Luna nodded her head and allowed da wolfs to be alive again... but shockin'ly enough, dey were so excited, dey saw der skins on the boy and girl child... and dey flew immediately wit' in der bodies... assumin' both a human and a wolf form... and thus were the first two werewolfs, e'er created.

Poptart says, "so whos telling now?"

Esgaroth says, "mememe"

Corst says, "of course :)"

Esgaroth says, "bravo corst"

Poptart says, "what the stories gotta be about?"

Esgaroth says, "i go now? i next right?"

Corst says, "what' e'er ye wish, but Esgaroth can be next :0"

Brisa says, "please forgive my lateness. if Corst and Aeval haven't already said this, thank you all for coming out this evening."

Corst says, "Esgaroth, when ever ye are ready"

Esgaroth says, “Most of you come into this game, take a look around, and wonder, what kinda history does this place have? Well, long before mythic became meanies, this little town of tamia was a happy lil place most of you people, might remember the first elders even though this was a game, many people shared feelings, took this game seriously we had so many elders, it was unbelievable one year, a sad thing happened two elders, passed away. Im sure you guys remember broccoli and ladylost. Im sure we can all agree they were the most kindest people ever to walk the streets of Tamia. Well, after that tragedy, we were slow to take it in. While i was in the game, i met people who were so dear to me. Anyone know kalayia? Well, she fixed me. I was a pup, a stuborn, looter, snert, pup. I probably am still alot of those things, but she made me what i mostly am today. Then, i went to the stalkers. They were the nicest people i have ever met. If you guys knew them, you would agree. Years, past, more and more of tamia died, and i met this girl. Her name will stay anonymous, but she is here. She was the nicest person i ever met. She was very very kind to me, like a sister, and she was the bestest friend one could have.

But, something happened. Mythic, the devils, announced the closing of darkness falls. Alot of people were soooooooo mad. Silo even announced a boycott named battle of Tamia. hehe Memnoch helped, and even lead it. Anyone remember Memnoch? Alot of people hated him, but he had a good heart. So, the game ended. Alot of people separated… darkness falls the crusade opened up most people came here. Then alot came. But, the sad thing was people changed. For instanse, anyone remember Elysian? Or even know? Well, she was super nice to everyone back at df. Now here, she keeps to herself, ignores everyone mostly. But, through all this hell we endured, us dfers managed to stay together. Even now, we stick together, look around… so many friends we have and sometimes we take it for granted in 5 months... dark age of camelot will come and alot of people might leave this game. But before this happens, we gotta promise something. Everyone hug one of your friends now. We got to promise nothing will break our friendship. A friend is the dearest thing you can have. So, i end this by saying, i love ya guys, and ill never forget you, evil rules baby! DFC RULES BABY!!!”

Mauller says, "me turn ?"

Corst says, "hehe actually i was going by sends, Doritos is next sir."

Doritos says, "Well, as many of you know me, I am new to this game. Most of you know that, my sister will never play again but she was Maddusa/Itkis so i guess i will dedicate her as one of the great heros that left this game. in my opinion she taught me how to play and respect this realm she also told me of the great legends of this game naming a few such as Gader, Sunny D , Astaroth, and many more that maybe she didnt get to meet well i guess i have promised myself to not leave this game till i become one of those 3 in the eyes of you all so i wrote this story wanting to tell you that if i ever i cide i want to be seen as a legend =\

-The Rise and Fall of a Great Demon –

Though very small, Doritos was as mischievous as any other older demon. He was quick, intelligent, but he had one thing missing that other demons had. The one thing was his horns. He had been born with no horns. As a little demon, his fellow demon brothers and sisters taunted him. Other people made him fun as well. Not only by them but also by his whole realm. He was a runt. He always cried at night. He prayed to Arnak that he would one day wake up with those long black horns he always wished for. He would buy remedies to try and get them to grow. Nothing worked. He tried and tried but nothing would work for him.

As the years past, Doritos became stronger and quicker. He became more intelligent and more skillful then other demons. The only think that kept him from succeeding was the fact that his horns never grew as a little demon. Like others took that as a sign of weakness, he was never made someone important and was sent to be with the rest of the small runts. After years of training, Doritos had become so strong that he killed everything in sight. Training and training, he kept growing and growing. He was winning the fear of the older demons, the same demons that made fun of him when he was small. He was becoming quicker then them, more intelligent and at the same time winning their respects as one of them.

As the year past, the other realms would attack and destroy Tamia. I remind you this is fictional. The demons, vampires, zombies, skeletons, necromancers, and imps were trying to stop the other realms from invading and killing them. You cant forget the Werewolves, never. They were no match for the other realms. They were trampled and trampled, over and over again, years after years. Doritos had never fought against them. He was sent away every time he tried to help. They told him he was no good. That he was too small. Doritos knew that wasn't the reason. The reason was because he had no horns. The reason was because his fellow demons wouldn't protect him and would also join the group of people that made fun of him.

Doritos had to face the facts; he was never going to be someone important. So he grabbed his stuff and was leaving Tamia. He was going to kill himself. He took his equipment to the closest bank in Tamia. Dropped it off and went to the top of the hill past Tamia. He only took his old crudely made staff. There he sat and gazed at the city. It was dark and so beautiful. It was Tamia, so cold and pleasant. He looked around one last time and spotted that a beastly creature was attacking one of his fellow demons. He had seen this crit before; it was a Reaper Mage. This creature was immune to all spell attacks. It casts pain and drain. This creature was feared by many and was very hard to kill.

Doritos got his staff out. Holding it in his skin raw hands, he crept behind it. The Reaper Mage spotted Doritos lurking behind him and casted pain on Doritos. Doritos withered in pain. He clutched his ribcage, standing up. He smashed the Reaper Mage almost killing himself in the effort. I remind you Demons can NOT solo reaper mages =x The Reaper Mage dropped to the ground motionless. Doritos had killed it.

Lying on the ground, he was dieing. The demon that he had saved was Rhianon. She crawled up to him to give him a potion. It was too late. The wounds the Reaper Mage had inflicted had killed Doritos. She closed his eyes and dragged his corpse to town. He lay there at the hospital. His corpse rotting as time passed. Rhianon had been saved by the demon with no horns. He had no horns but he had the biggest heart of all. He had given in up his life to save the life of another. When Rhianon told the rest, they wrapped Doritos body and preserved him. They took him to where he had died. The body of the Reaper mage was still there, rotting. There they buried his corpse with his crude staff. But before putting his corpse in the grave six feet under, something miraculous happened. No one knows what happened, but it seemed that Arnak had answered his dream of once having horns. He had grown horns so black and so big that they barely fit in the grave. Doritos was no longer a demon with no horns, but with a big heart. He was Doritos with a huge heart and plenty of love to give.

I dedicate this to all the legends and heros that have come and went. I can point out many that are still here, in this very room. tys =)”

Corst says, "Nice job! :)"

Khallel says, "The little demon that could"

Corst says, "That was a good story!"

Pestilence says, "is everyone allowed to tell stories?"

Moonfangs says, "sure"

Pestilence says, "Might I tell a story?"

Corst says, "It will be hard to follow up, but it is now Sabot's turn :)"

Corst says, "ye may Pesti"

Pestilence says, "ooh! add me to the list!"

Sabot says, “This is a Tale of long ago, a tale that not many know...this is the History of Olmran. As you all know, at one time our Lord Arnak has but a foot hold in this world.... The gods of good controlled the City of Tamia, and so a great war was to be fought.... Arnak fought valiantly but he could not destroy Niord and Vesta with their combined powers. The best he could do was drive them away. Arnak called the strongest of all the races of Evil to him. He even called the race of Orcs from far across the Grey Knife Peaks to help with the extermination of the Tamians. That was called the great purges, all creatures of light fled across the sea and we thought that they were never to be heard from again... but our lord was weak. His battle with the other gods had drained him and so he went to rest, leaving his champions to do his bidding. The Orcs, not being loyal to Arnak, followed their own god, Ra Kur and placed him above Arnak.... Ra Kur waited, bidding his time, growing in power till all of Arnaks minions became dependant on them. I can still remember the day it happened, hoards of lizards, trolls, ogres, gnolls and the rest of the races that now make up the realm that we call Chaos came over the Grey Knife peaks slaughtering all that stood before them.

Arnak was still weak but he saw the attack coming from Ra kur and was able to defeate him, but he was angred and decended to Tamia in the form of a Giant warrior. He slew all that were on the battlefield, leaving only his champions.... ground began to split and the sea filled a space separating the lands of Tamia from that of Darikor. Arnak commanded us to grow strong once again. He then bestowed upon us Three Idols that we were to safe guard. These he said were the Keys to all his power and this was how he could help us best. The Gods of Light and Chaos still lurked in the shadows and had spies. When this was reported to them they though the idea a grand one... Arnak knew better. He had used very little of his power to make them but Vesta, Niord and Ra Kur used most of theirs. He told only his most trusted of this and I now tell it to you. Who ever controls the idols has to power to destroy the other gods. But all nine must be gathered together, then and only then can we fulfill our dark lords wishes and make him supreme master of the world.

May Arnak bless you as you grow strong in his name.”

Corst says, "very well told Sabot..."

Corst says, "the stories are goin' wonderfully..."

Corst says, "Our next storyteller will be..."

Corst says, "Mauller!"

Mauller says, “Vhats that you ask, how I became old and grumpy... You sure you wanna hear this? Fine sit and I’ll tell u if u got the nerves to listen.

Many moons ago more than this old wolf can count, my cousin Gabriel says to me its now your time.... My time? What do u mean unc? He proceeded to tell me of the time before, the time after the great war of the GODS where wolf killed wolf and bother against bother… where imps would hide and kill for the pure joy of it. Then he went on and told me how my cousin scrappy doo and my parents fought those, and how they died…took me to a young wolf named Thrash and said he will train you now. No more I can teach you.

Thrash says what do you feel little one? I feel honor and loyalty, earning my way and respect of my elders. Thrash goes grand not many like u left in this world. We must carry on the old Ways of Faeryl, honor and loyalty. So I set out into this dark new world, hunting day and night, what now seems like just a blink of time moving up and learning faster than most other wolves of my time, never asking for anything or bothering anyone. But I also was young. I trusted other new comers to the Pack and realm, GROWLSSS, what a mistake, what a fool I was. Spies all around, destroying my home, stealing, sending message of our shrines back to our enemies. Many left and betrayed us, but still these spies came. I lost many good pack mates and realm friends to these spies. So over time I’ve grown wary over new comers, till they prove me wrong. Some do some don’t.

Then one day a old face appeared at my cave entrance. It was Thrash. He says I understand your feelings old friend, u are a great warrior and a great wolf and Faeryl is proud… but u must once again trust a few to make it through these hard times; for I see you as an Elder 1 day, and you must look after the Pack once I’m gone. Can you do this old friend? I will control my self and we will see where that takes us........... The rest is yet to be written

Corst says, "very nice :)"

Parabol says, "my turn! And one time at band camp..."

Pestilence says, "Pesty before you"

Corst says, "Moonfangs turn"

Pestilence says, "you said I was after Mauller and before Moon!"

Corst says, "oops"

Corst says, "my mistake"

Moonfangs says, "go for it"

Corst says, "sorry Moonfangs, me mistake"

Moonfangs says, "I can wait"

Corst says, "Pestilence next :X"

Corst says, "but yer next Moonfangs :)"

Pestilence says, Okay, are you all ready for the greatest story ever told? A story of deceit and love and death and pain and what not? A story so wonderful that it makes y'all look like doggy vomit? Okay! I like to call this story “How Melchy, Bride of Niord, Betrayed Arnak and Stole Avatar Away from Brave and Noble Hero Pestilence.”

One day, Pestilence was sitting where the Scourge normally docks. Pestilence wasn't killing anybody because he single-handedly killed all the nasty invaders already. He was chatting with the Immortal Guides of the Realm (mostly because the Immortals are his only worthy company) So Pestilence was sitting there chatting and was all sad and Arnak himself appeared before Pestilence in a vision and said something along the lines of, Dear Pestilence, I think you're worthy to be my Avatar!

So Pestilence smiled and nodded because he was so modest and loving. He thought for a moment and decided to run for Avatar because Evil was clueless without his wonderful leadership. So Pestilence walked into the Eastern section of Tamia and was startled! All of Evil Realm was wandering around and breaking statues and burning paintings so Pestilence asked a random Eviler by the name of Sundown what was going on and Sundown said to Pestilence, Pestilence, you're so beautiful that all of this precious art just stinks like Durin. So we're going to burn it and use the ashes and broken statue bits to build you a magnificent statue.

Pestilence smiled and was happy... he was about to walk to his humble little home when all of a sudden, dirty Vittra jumped out from her home in the sewer and confronted Pestilence! She said unto Pestilence, I love you so much Pestilence that I want to be with you forever and I just love you and want to hold you because you're more beautiful than me. But Pestilence realized that he and Vittra could never be! Mainly because Vittra came from the sewers and Pestilence was a Skelly of fine breeding and tastes.

So Pestilence did the right thing and wandered home to his pet Goats. But before he went home, he told Vittra that he just couldn't be seen with her in public because everyone would think so much less of him. Anyhow, Pestilence went to bed that night with his loving goats and was quite happy. All throughout the night though, all the minions of Arnak built the great statue! They tore down Cathedrals, melted Gold and made the hugest and most terrific statue for him

When Pestilence looked out of his window that morning, he saw the statue and the light shinin' from the statue was like the sun because it was so bright and magnificent and all across the realm young, nubile virgins were sacrificing themselves on the statue Just the sight of the statue sent them into deep, prolonged and multiple frenzies that were so good they just had to kill themselves to end it. Pestilence was sad, but he figured if that's what the people of Evil wanted, he was Avatar and that was their choice.

So all of the Gods in Heaven were about to appear before Pestilence to bestow Avatarship onto him so Arnak was there, kneeling of course, and the rest of the Gods except Niord, and they all wondered where Niord was because you know, he should be bowing too but Pestilence would not be Avatar that day because out in the Vampire Tower Melchy was sitting and being a jealous baby and he was crying and moaning and what not

So we all asked, Where's Melchy?

Where's Niord?

So all of Tamia got together and walked to the Vampire tower and they went up to Melchy's room but didn't hear anything! So they opened the door, and you know what they saw? They saw Melchy cavorting with Niord himself!

The realm was heart-broken! Why would Melchy become a traitor? So they asked Melchy, “Melch, why are you such a traitor to the Realm?” And Melchy started crying. So the crowds were getting ready to burn Melchy but Pestilence stood before Melch and defended him and Pestilence, being infinite in his wisdom and good looks, said unto the crowds!

Listen, as long as Melch and Niord are married, their cavorting is perfectly fine in the eyes of Arnak! So on that day, Pestilence married Melchy and Niord to prevent them from sin. So all were thankful and wanted Pestilence to be even more of an Avatar! But it wasn't so! As out of the blue, Vittra sprung from the sewers!
And we all cried and Vittra said to the crowd, Pestilence is so terrible and mean! Look what he did to those poor werewolf puppies! And Vittra pulled from her rags a string of dead werewolf puppies! She then accused Pestilence of killing the puppies but Pestilence wasn't responsible Pestilence knew that Vittra was responsible because she was so jealous of Pestilence so she went out and killed some werewolf puppies! And then Pestilence, realizing that if he told the truth (because he's such a swell guy people would believe him anyway) Vittra would be hung!

So Pestilence said, yes, I killed those puppies! And then Niord said, this is a sad sad day, let's go back to our realm now Melchy and they went to Carendel to their loft over the bank. And then the crowds cheered, because Pestilence was still their God but Pestilence decided not to run for Avatar and that's why there's so many dead virgins on the statue of Pestilence in town.

Corst says, "nice story Pestilence :) we thank you for your input :)"

Corst says, "Moonfangs :)"

Moonfangs says, "what a story to follow"

Doritos says, "heh"

Pestilence says, "PS"

Pestilence says, "Melchy and Niord lived happily ever after."

Moonfangs says, "at least it ended happy"

Moonfangs says, “I'm here to tell a simple story - one of wolves hunting in their natural element. Just listen carefully and let yourself be taken up in the feeling of warm thick fur and the sounds of wolf song.

Darkness. Utter black. She blinked her eyes a couple times, feeling the darkness become light, just as her eyes always did when she shaped. Resting her paws on the ground, she could feel the earth pulsing under her. It was alive, as alive as she was, as alive as the stars in the sky. Night never could make terra sleep.

Quiet. The quiet of death. The wind blew in soft gusts that swept the grass in odd swaying motions. Moonlight was all that lit the night, but it was more than enough for the small pack. The alpha lifted his nose to the air, breathing in deeply. The velvet darkness fit around each furry body like a cloak, and the stars in the sky adorned the velvet with softly glowing gems.

Scent. It overwhelmed her mind, every time she became were. She lowered her nose close to the ground and inhaled softly. Soil moved beneath her breath. She could smell the feet of ogres. Smells of herbs, dung, and magic. They were near. The wind had not swept the sour tang away. Wrinkling her muzzle, she straightened. Every wolf here had done the same thing. They became were, they smelled the earth, they longed for ogre's blood.

A quiet yip from the alpha and the pack gathered close around him. Trotting down the slope at a quick pace, the wolves made their way silently down into the valley, following the scent of magic. A mourning howl filled the air, followed by a chorus of yowls. Wolf song. She could smell the magic now, all around her. They had found the ogres. She could hear the sounds of movement, the chanting, the magic building around them. The air grew electric, an overture to what was soon to come. But she knew the wolves were faster than words. They dashed up the hill, into the camp. Huge fires were lit in the center, tents surrounding. The alpha scanned quickly then lifted his muzzle into the night sky. The stars seemed to tremble as she let all her rage and hunger out into that howl.

Fear. The air was now filled with electrified fear. She moved quickly, her paws barely touching the ground as she ate up the distance between her and an ogre. Leaping off the pulsing earth, she felt herself become part of the air. Bodily, she knocked the ogre to the ground, straddling him.

Screams. The loud noise hurt. She snapped her jaws quickly and the sound stopped. Thick, warm blood rushed out to meet her tongue.

Hunger. Tearing at the flesh, she closed her eyes and sighed into the ogre's throat. Her mind became clear again. She could feel the body under her, its chest rising and falling quickly. She could smell its fear. She buried her muzzle again inside the ogre, feeling the warm blood coat her fur. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Lub-dub. Closing her maw, this time on the hard spine, she felt the ogre under her still.

The hunt was over. She could feel the wolves around her, their warm presence, their confidence. She perked her ears and could hear their breath, coming in and out, the small sounds of feeding, and the silence of the dead.

Corst says, "okay, very nice job..."

Corst says, "we have one final storyteller this eve..."

Corst says, "Decay :)"

Amadeo says, "I have a short story to share if I may."

Amadeo says, “This is a short story from a soon to be long story of the battles of Arnak.

Standing high above Tamia appears a silhouette of a regal windblown figure, his auburn hair flowing in the wind, patiently waiting for the moment. The figure casts a spell blending himself into the shadows and disappears. The figure casts a spell and looks upon the unseen. Looking down upon the great city of Tamia, seeing the gates give way to the invaders of Chaos, the figure silently moves with the shadows of the night positioning himself for the perfect strike.... waiting.... waiting....

In the distance he sees the figures of Melchiah and Milenko gathering the troops for the battle that is soon to come. Feeling the surge of strength of the blood that his Master gave him many years ago he closes his eyes and controls the desire of the impulse to strike upon his victim, knowing if he struck at this moment he would not survive to escape back into the safety of the shadows. In his mind he sees his Master teaching him the arts that he is to master. Amadeo, choose your victims carefully, he said to me. You must know the precise time to strike. Patience is the one skill that I impress upon you over all else, my Master said. You must know your adversaries’ strengths and weaknesses, if you do not you risk your immortal soul. I have given you power and strength even unknown to me sometimes, my Master said to me. Yes Master, you are truly wise, I said with a quavering small voice.

I heard in the distance the screams of death. I opened my eyes with a jolt seeing my comrades fall to the invaders. The fledgling with battle starved minds being killed around me. Then I heard my master's voice, Patience Amadeo, you cannot save them yet.

This is all that is written to this time.”

Corst says, "Amadeo?"

Corst says, "before we let Decay go..."

Corst says, "congrats on yer upcomin' weddin'"

Moonfangs says, "aye, grats :)"

Doritos yells, "AYE!"

Doritos yells, "CONGRATS!"

Corst says, "now dat in mind... Decay? yer bar."

Pestilence says, "Read a poem about Pesty!"

Decay says, "pesty westy was a bear, pest westy had no hair?"

Decay says, "like that?"

Decay says, “My story is about all the new people to serve Wykron because of the pumped hammer.

Sitting outside of the City of Tamia, Decay gets restless. He decided to go for a walk below the city. Admiring his surroundings he hears a voice calling to him. The voice whispers: DECAY COME TO THE GH! Decay not knowing what a GH is, he keeps walking. He arrives in front of the gate to his birthplace and enters. There standing in the center of the odd shaped room stands Wykron. Maggots crawling from every hole in his body, Decay walks to him and kneels. Oh mighty lord! How may I serve you? Wykron replies: Decay, we have had many new people to serve me. They are all here to get our super pumped hammer. I want you to kill them all! But Wykron! Without them we will have no one to pick on! Wyrkon hands a jar of supper maggots to Decay. Decay nods and calls for all the zombies to come to the secluded area near the Tamian bank.

...to make a long story short Wykron refuses to say he told Decay anything like that and Decay is banished to eat nothing but broccoli for dinner. The end!”

Corst says, "that was a fine collection of stories..."

Corst says, "and me is proud of all o' yer inputs..."

*** Closing capture file at 23:56 on 06-08-2001 ***

…and that is the end of our story time.

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