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Grossenschwamm · **Posted:** Tue Aug 30, 2011 6:14 am **Post subject:**

(Zanza...that's what I said in the post before yours. You can do better, with trolling AND with a story.)
Before him was the unspeakable horror.
"You didn't have to cut me. I just want to love you, baby. Now, I have to get a little...rougher...than I did with the rest."
The Last Man stifled a scream. He guessed abominations liked that sort of thing, and decided not to utter a sound.
"Actually, I prefer the quiet type."
He tried desperately to blank his mind. It was in his thoughts. It manifested hallucinations of his family as represented in the dream, but there was something slightly off about them...

Zanza · **Joined:** Apr 20, 2009 **Posts:** 2770

Then he had a heart attack and died.

Arthgon · **Posted:** Tue Aug 30, 2011 9:29 am **Post subject:**

Atleast he thought that he had died, but no. While the Last Man woke up, the Unnameable Thing spoke to him 'No, boy. I cannot let you die. I gonna have some great plans with you.'

Grossenschwamm · **Posted:** Tue Aug 30, 2011 7:21 pm **Post subject:**

(Zanza, I know you're trolling, but if you want to end the story you'll have to be more creative. A repeat? You really can do better. I deleted it. If you won't try, I'll delete your posts.)
His chest burned. It seemed that while it could sustain his life, it was keen on reminding him that he was only alive to entertain it. He remembered a song popularized by Justin Bieber, and the creature laughed. It seemed hollow, like a blatant imitation of genuine laughter.
Reality quivered. The Last Man was now in a padded cell, with little to remind him of the horrors that existed at the end of the world, save a singular bottle of vodka.

Arthgon · **Posted:** Tue Aug 30, 2011 8:53 pm **Post subject:**

Wildly he looked around to find a way to escape this forsaken place. Wait. Is not that a wooden spoon he saw before him?

Dark Elf · **Posted:** Tue Aug 30, 2011 9:03 pm **Post subject:**

Zanza · **Joined:** Apr 20, 2009 **Posts:** 2770

He suddenly realised there was no spoon, for it was all a dream. Then he woke up and died.

Grossenschwamm · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 3:32 am **Post subject:**

OK, I actually liked that one a lot. The spoon thing didn't make sense to me, and I had no idea how to follow it.

TheDavisChanger · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 4:00 am **Post subject:**

[spoiler]It was a reference to The Matrix.[/spoiler]

Viktor_Berg · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 4:12 am **Post subject:**

If you ever played TF2, you will enjoy this immensely. If you didn't, it's still worth a read.

http://dotchan.com/?p=1709

Grossenschwamm · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 5:13 am **Post subject:**

TheDavisChanger wrote:

[spoiler]It was a reference to The Matrix.[/spoiler]

No, I meant I couldn't follow Arthgon's use of the Spoon.
"Hey, random wooden spoon!"
My turn: ...eh.
Zanza saves the day!

Arthgon · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 6:26 am **Post subject:**

It would have been something like this:

He began to dig a tunnel to safety. At the end of the tunnel he emerged into a wild world.

Grossenschwamm · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 6:45 am **Post subject:**

Standard padded rooms are surrounded by concrete. You can't dig through concrete with a spoon made of wood. The pads themselves are pouches made of leather or or strong canvas, and coated with a rubberized paint. While those can be punctured and subsequently ripped, the concrete remains. The way I was going was that he'd eventually submit to the urge to drink. But, I guess that's the problem with passing the torch.

wobbler · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 7:41 am **Post subject:**

He can't drink with the spoon?

The Last Man picked up the spoon with awe, pour some medicine in it and started drinking. He didn't stop til the bottle was empty.

Arthgon · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 8:54 am **Post subject:**

(oops, I should have known that.)

Nevermind.

Grakelin · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 10:13 am **Post subject:**

Because when you rolled on the random dungeon chart for doors, that's what came up.

Grakelin · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 10:14 am **Post subject:**

Seriously, Arthgon, you're really bad at this and it has nothing to do with your grasp on the English language.

Arthgon · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 11:15 am **Post subject:**

Grakelin: Sorry, about this. I wanted to change that post (I was half-asleep when I wrote that.) but it seems that I was too late. Because you already wrote your post. I am also a bit out of shape with making one line for a horror story.

Through the combination of alcohol and meds, he suddenly realized that he was not alone. 'Who is there? he asked.

wobbler · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 11:58 am **Post subject:**

(Yea well, don't feel bad. We all have years of experience with this and me and Graklin tend to write horror stories togheter on msn, on line at a time.)

"Noone" a voice of utter darkness whispered in his ear. Terror surged through his bones as he turned around only to face himself.

Grossenschwamm · **Posted:** Wed Aug 31, 2011 11:43 pm **Post subject:**

His body was numb, and his brain knew he had nowhere to run. He took the empty bottle of vodka and smashed it on "his" face. The doppelganger fell, and The Last Man watched him for what seemed like forever. Then he retreated to a corner of the padded room and sat there, sleep beckoning to him as he struggled to maintain consciousness in the face of so much alcohol. As he lost consciousness, his doppelganger slowly stood up and faced him.

Zanza · **Joined:** Apr 20, 2009 **Posts:** 2770

Then he died.

TheDavisChanger · **Posted:** Thu Sep 01, 2011 5:06 am **Post subject:**

However, before he died, he spake "Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Grossenschwamm · **Posted:** Thu Sep 01, 2011 5:36 am **Post subject:**

When he regained consciousness, the doppelganger was dead, just in front of him. Also, he was no longer in a padded room, but still in...somewhere. It was slippery and dark. His bellybutton itched. He went to scratch it and recoiled; there was a long, tendril-like structure coming out of his abdomen, attached to a mass of blood vessels and reminded him of the unspeakable horror. The same structure could be seen trailing from his doppelganger, along with another fleshy blood balloon. He began to kick at the stretchy walls of his dark, cramped prison. He heard a muffled voice saying, "Oh, it's moving!"
He tried to scream, but no sound came out. He suddenly realized he didn't have to breathe, which was good, because he might've drowned in the mysterious liquid surrounding him...

Zanza · **Joined:** Apr 20, 2009 **Posts:** 2770

+1 death to any line.

TheDavisChanger · **Posted:** Thu Sep 01, 2011 8:42 am **Post subject:**

One cannot append a death quality to a post until his post count is 4,000 or greater.

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