Short as fuuuuu-

"Now, little thing right there looks like ancient Hypermothian in origin" Kolt said as Johnathan fingered the tiny coin, "Its worth quite the small fortune I'd imagine"

Johnathan looked up at Kolt and a small smile formed on his face, "Dont give me that bullshit Kolt, you know that I know when you're lying right?"

Kolt tried to keep a straight face, but eventually burst out into laughter, crying out "I'll never be able to keep a straight face looking at you!"

"Maybe one day you can trick me by telling the truth" said Johnathan as he burst into laughter too.

"Maybe John, just maybe!" said Kolt, "But we should pack up before anyone sees"

"You're right" said Johnathan as he moved the body of a middle aged man into a slumped position, "Maybe they'll think he's just passed out"

"Well let's go and hit another one before the sun comes up" said Kolt, as they both made off from the alleyway.

"Vast" Wasteland

Ben woke up to the sound of shouting. "Again?" he thought to himself as he rose up and grabbed his stone sword, which was still unweildy, even for Ben's strong build. He also grabbed a leather chestpiece and strapped it on as quickly as he could.

He exited the barracks building and stepped out onto the hulking, sandy shell of the land turtle they were riding. Ben looked to his left and saw his friend Lucas battling a Vashti with a stone warhammer.

"Hurry up and join the fight! There's enough for both of us!" yelled Lucas as he side-stepped out of the way of a hammer strike that cracked the ground.

Ben sprang to Lucas, and narrowly dodged the swipe of the Vashti's warhammer. While the Vashti was recovering from its misplaced strike, Ben cut into it's torso with his stone sword, killing it outright.

"That's the only good thing about these weapons" Ben said, "They kill easy"

"More coming up on the side!" yelled a crewman from the right side of the land turtle.

Ben and Lucas both raced to the right side, and a few Vashti hopped out of the sand and onto the turtle.

"I got the left two! You get the right two!" yelled Lucas as he pulled out a shortsword made of iron.

"He's pulling out the metal eh?" Ben said as he pulled out his silver shortsword that glistened in the desert sun.

The two Vashti werent very agile, as they both couldnt dodge Ben's blows as he hacked at them.

"Vashti are ugly little creatures" yelled Ben

"Damn right they are! Overgrown lizards if you ask me" said Lucas as he pulled his sword out of the last Vashti's chest.

The conflict was mainly over after they killed those reinforcements, so Ben and Lucas went and talked to the Captain.

"Sir, that was the 3rd one this week, how do they keep finding us?"

"They can smell the metal boys, they're getting desperate now" said Captain Telk.

"So I'm assuming they'll be coming back for a round two?" asked Lucas.

"Most likely son" said the Captain.

"This is almost as hard as we had it in Bishland sir, damn that wizard for teleporting us here" said Ben.

"Damn him? You're the best damn thing we've had going for us in awhile!" said the Captain, "But hurry off and get the normal duties done, we have a very important day tomorrow"

"Would you sooner let someone's life-fire fade out? Or give yours freely?"

Those were the words that Jahil told me before I left for the midland. I didn't take it into consideration as I was a gun-for-hire. I took many lives, many MANY lives in my time around the wastes. But now? I read those words everyday when I wake up. Maybe it was the time that I almost got caught by those Mandeli thugs out by Velmont. Maybe it was when that kid got in my way as I was leaving Halgat and damn near killed him.

I don't know. But maybe you can figure it out. Here is my story.





Decent opening for a short story eh ;D

Your own Obituary

“What the hell?” Jack thought to himself as he read the article.

“Jack Falorn, 22, died last Thursday due to unknown circumstances”

He put down the newspaper, and whipped out his cell phone.

“I’m getting to the bottom of this bullshit” he said as he dialed the newspaper’s number.

After a few rings he was connected with an operator.

"Hello, my name is Thomas, how may I help you?"

“Hey, my name is Jack Falorn, and you put an obituary in your newspaper of my death, but like, I’m not dead, and its my picture and everything in the paper”

There were a few moments of silence, then the operator responded with “Oh my sir, we are very sorry to hear that, that article was meant for next Friday’s paper” and then the line went dead.

Vakarian Backstory

Vakarian rushed to the aid of the queen when he was called upon. Always. But this time something was different. His head felt fuzzy as he ran out to fight the exterminator battlemages, but he continued on. He was a protector drone; the best of the drones in his hive. He may have been about the size of a small child, but he could take hits as if he were made of steel.

The battlemages had started raining fire on the hive, and Vakarian was there to meet them. His tough exterior made the spells splash off of him, and he continued walking towards the mages to attack them with his mandibles. He managed to get 2 wizards before his head felt like it was going to explode from the pain. His queen was telling him to run, that it was over for the hive. The searing pain forced its way into Vakarian's body, and he fled. Now he travels, looking for a new queen to call his own.

That was my DnD backstory for a bug character I made in like 15 minutes. It sucks lol.

Poems bro

The darkness rekindles his curious spirit

Wishfully he takes each stride farther

Into the deep dark that is the night

And in that moment, he is truly home

I watch with unwavering eyes

Fleeting from face to face

I try to make up their story

To say why they are here, now

But in the end, I’m always left thinking

“To others, what’s my story?”

Your eyes begin to sway

Their lids coming down, with no sign of stopping

You black out, but only for a moment

And when you arrive, you can do anything

Everything is so fluid and real

But when you awake, it fades away in an instant

A dying city, with the decaying population

No pride in their work, only working on their pride

None wish to live here, they all want to leave

And I had the good fortune to be born here

But I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

Their words, I glare at

Their advances, I repel

Their attempts, I block

You alone, I defend

If I stop, that means I don’t love you.

The memories, they wont fade away that quickly

The good times we had together

But I’m slowly getting better at forgetting all those times

It is finally time to create new ones instead

I look below me, but I see nothing

In the dark abyss, I hear no sound

That is what worries me the most

For when I finally touch what is below me, I will already be doomed

Nobody can see me anymore, but I prefer it this way

To be unseen is a blessing in a blessing

I don’t want their damning eyes on me

But I want to see what happens, behind those closed doors

Each one has a reason for being written, well, more like they are all about something specific. The 1st is about the night, the last is about being invisible. Anyways, sorry for the lack of updates, hope you enjoy these faggy poems I wrote :D

I made a movie with my friends

Its jank, but it's getting uploaded Monday or Tuesday, and I will definitively post a link here as soon as its in! :D