Another creative game

lightning flashed through the sky on a dark stormy night. Pendragon was sitting in his nice home reading a good book when the lights went out. not thinking anything of it, he got up to grab the flashlight he had for such emergencies. Something mysteriously drew his eyes to the couch, not seeing anything, he turned away, but he prepared himself to work into his dragon form at a moments notice, should that assassin show up again. lightning flashed once, but nothing happened. As he turned away, lightning flashed again to reveal a form reclining on the sofa as if it were his own. "Hello" said the form. Were there was a human, a dragon stood and watched the lone assassin with cunning eyes, daring him to move. "I figured it was you the minute the lights went out." slowly, fluidly standing up, the the assassin opened his palm to reveal a small flame, illuminating a face with scar-lined eyes. unseeing eyes. " Does this make it easier to see my friend?"
"Much" said the dragon reluctantly, "i have not needed to learn how to see in the dark."
the lightning struck again and before it had stopped, the assassin had a long blade dripping with blood in his hand. The dragon's head rolled to stop on the floor. The body of the dragon immediately turned to ash, as well as the head and blood. The thunder clap muffled the front door opening and closing. The assassin said to himself as he walked down the rain swamped street. "That should do for about 20 years. Then the hunt shall start again."

The person above me loved his youthful beauty so much that he wish upon a star to never age another day. So that night a giant piano fell from the sky and landed on him. It left him dead, never to have a wrinkle by his eye or a grey hair on his head.

Nine and tweny blackbirds baked in a pie!

Actions always trancending praise, Andyave, felt stragely motivated to act on dark rainy night. Standing up with aclarity, she tossed her novel towards her sofa, and moved to the closent to get her raincoat. The book moved like a thing possed, bouncing off the couch and threading a narrow path into the young woman's kitchen. The book struck two butcher knives on the sink. One spun back along the path, bounced handle off the sofa, and caught the young woman in the chest as she turned to go. The other spun out an open window.

Silently the blade dropped eight stories to an apparently empty sidewalk. But then a figure collapsed, the wayward blade having severed his spinal cord. X carefully began a healing sleep trance, all the while wondering how the Dragon, whom he knew had not yet had time to reform, had managed this. Somehow, X was certain the Dragon had... Somehow...

Condemned as he was by the other Immortals, the great elemental Dragon, Pendragon sought another human host. As had been decreed, he could not take the human by force, the human must bear the burden willingly. A suitable host he found relaxing in a book-filled room. The essence of the Dragon apppeared and set forth the details of the bargin.

The young man looked at the Dragon: "You offer longer life, slightly increased strength and reflexes. I could not die except by violence?"

"All true. I need your body so that I can materialize mine own. Some men have live centuries with me as their "other". It is a fair bargin. Do you accept?"

The man laughed bitterly. "Do you have a clue who I am?"

"No. You are a young, strong male. Your mind is strong. You are easy to contact."

"I am Remington Colt, that's who I am! Do you know how many ghosts are in this room right now?" The young man's voice was a shreik. "45! I see ghosts all the time! I am a Private Investigator for the Dead! You think I would want to extend this life? It's true, the dead pay well for my services. But I am haunted day and night. Get out of here! One come's who says you're responsible for his death anyway! Now leave me alone!"

And with no body to enter at the moment, Pendragon was forced to withdraw into the spirit world. Perhaps another day...

Sad when you have to kill yourself...

yep pen, that it is.

so with pen being sad that he had to kill himself, and X barely finished with his healing sleep, they both sat in a solitary place in the spirit world talking and chatting, chatting and talking. Pen, in his spirit form lit a fire for the two of them as it was getting colder.
"So, you got rejected again didn't you Pen?"
"Yes I did, seems no one wants to share their body with me, it's all about living fast and dying quick now a days."
"eh, oh well, you still got 2 years for me to completely regenerate, and for the moment, just relax, don't think about speeding up the process, one always comes looking for you, you know that. Think about the good stuff in this spirit world." X whipped out a blade and severed Pen's head, Pen's body disappeared then reapeared with a pop where it was orginally, in the sam econdition as before, "such as that." said X as he chuckled at his own joke. Pen opened his mouth and breathed fire on X, turning him into a pile of ash.
When X reappeared, he said, "Ok, i see your point."

Our good friend X was on his way home from the grocery store, and because he got more loaded down with goodies than he had intended, decided to hail a cab.

He hopped in the car, not noting the blank expression of the driver, dictated his address and sat back while the car took off. Before he could say Jiminy Cricket, the car was in warp speed. In a panic, X banged on the front head-rest for the driver to calm down, but instead the car went even faster.

The last thing X saw in the rear view mirror from his own position in the back seat was a blank face. It was the Grim Reaper himself, driving that car down down down, where it gets very hot .... :alien:

I didn't like the look of things I can tell you that. The blonde was a etching on the floor in black and white, with a liberal amount of red tossed in for contrast. Where her clothes had vanished too was another puzzle. Stark in the candlelight and shadows.

From the blood-loss alone, I figured her already for the wagon and the cooler. She hissed blood at me from between white teeth.

"You'll need the divining chart, that circle of wood with letters on the table."

"You need an ambulance!" I said hastily.

She sucked in a breath and laughed bitterly. "Now you're being a fool. Only my will is keeping me alive. They are experts, I'll give them that."

She grimaced and spat painfully more blood. "Wider. Wider Shins. Blast me! Wider Shins!"

Gasping, she pointed at a pair of gold dividers. "Set to skip every other letter. Wider. Wider Shins. Made them hersesel. Go around third row in in by Wider, and ye'll know who killed me."

She died in a couching fit. I never found any named Shins in the district, though several suspicious "Widders" were arested. The line around the third row, in a straight line would go, clockwise from a 12 o'clock [B]Z, R, A, I. O. K, X, A, Z, B, M, S, L, I. B, T, V, I, H, U, P, Y, and back to the Z. The was a small mark but the second I by the dividers told us nothing. Old Wider Shins keeps her secrets

CAN YOU SOLVE?

It was the type of night when a cop like myself feels like shooting the next fool who lies to me and then tries to run so I gotta chase his tail and drag him back, when if he'd just played it cool and followed my orders, I'd have never suspected he had cocaine stashed under the seat. God I get tired of that routine!

Got a call about a strange driving car out at Bloodville Curve. That's what we cops called it after finding that blonde a week or so ago. I had fifty nightmares just driving over there.

The car was new, a crimson Dodge Spider. It was parked, which was good as I was more than reasonably sure it could out run me. A young woman stepped from it. Her face was classic Asian beauty. She wore a dark kimono and a red leather duster with boots and gloves that matched.

"I read the papers. Are the tell-tale and dividers still here?"

I must have looked like a first class idiot? "The dividers are. What is this thing you call a tell-tell?"

She smiled. "A circle of wood with letter."

Feeling like a fool, I said, red-faced. "Yeah. They are on the table."

"Then we must go inside, so I can name your murderer."

"Now, lady, that place is like a butcher pen. Blood everywhere. Smell is horrible. You sure you want—?”


Somehow she already had my keys and was inside, so I hurried on in. The lady was looking at the tell-tale, running her fingers over the surface. She stopped by on of the I’s in the third row of letters.

“Did she speak before death?”

“Yeah, I though it all delirium, considering what they’d done to her. She kept talking about a woman, a Wider. Wider Shins, She claimed that this Wider Shins made those dividers to skip ever other letter. ‘Go around the third row in by Winder and you know who killed me.’”

The line around the third row, clockwise from a 12 o'clock Z, R, A, I. O. K, X, A, Z, B, M, S, L, I. B, T, V, I, H, U, P, Y, and back to the Z. The lady’s finger went to the Z and walked backwards to the first I. “There is a mark here. Hand me the dividers. Officer, Wider Shins is not a person at all. It is a direction. It means to go opposite the path of the sun. Counterclockwise. Widdershins”

Swiftly she passed the dividers over the tell-tale in reverse, starting from the marked point. “ I, T, I, S, B A K I R Y U. It is Bakiryu.”

“Amazing work!” I said “Need a job?”

She smiled. “I have a very important one.”

And she vanished and a great dragon flew away, with that car nestled in one of his paws…

Sadly, Pen took his dragon obsession to its logical, delusional conclusion. He attracted a small crowd on the ground far below the office building as he spread his arms with a great cape on, and for some reason a toy car in his mouth, and leapt. You see, he thought he was a dragon, but sadly he failed to master the laws of physics and fell to his demise. Some speculate he was trying to fly with another directive: "throw yourself at the ground, and miss." He failed to miss, however, and died in obscurity, though he'll always be well remembered here at the Olive Garden...no wait, where are we again?

I forgot about this thread -- Pen, that was wonderful!

But alas, poor Nik, he unintentionally wandered too far from the dinner party, where the cooks were madly dashing about, preparing the night's feasts. A huge cauldron of boiling water held dozens of .... what were those things? Hmmmm .... Nik thought he'd take a better look to determine what it was bubbling away, when ... all of a sudden, a burly chef in his whites (which were all greasy by this point) blundered right into Nik. Well, all that was left was a pair of boots sticking out of that cauldron, and maybe a shard of the Zeppelin cd that he had been toting around in his back pocket......

Kiz was driving down the beautiful highways in Canada when she realized her car was imaginary, and just like in the cartoons, it could no longer support her! She went flying off into a gorge and died. :bawling:

Since I have nothing to do right now, I might as well try out this thread and add up to my litnet troubles ;) This is going to be corny, for sure.

Nik went to a concert and saw this guy smashing a guitar. When he got home, still mystified by the magic of the event, he picked up his best electric guitar and smashed it in one smooth motion. When at last he woke up from his delusion he realized what he had done and did the same thing to himself.

Ya know I'm really starting to think about retirement and a good bottle of tequila. Another dark night, and empty theater, and a dead girl.

"Well "Coffin"? " I said to the police coroner, knowing he hates the nickname.

"Shut your pie hole, Detective, or I'll shut it for you! Have some respect! Looks like somebody strangled her with her guitar strings. She was a tough one though. They thought her gone but she left a clue.

“3s 4f/3s 2f/3s 4f/3s 4f/3s 2f/3s 4f/R/3s 2f
I name you my murderer!”

CAN YOU FIGURE OUT THIS MESS?

The person above me fell in a deep sleep,although full of dreams.When this person woke up,came the realisation that there was something more to life,so Pendragon left the comfortable bed and started to walk a long way to a lost castle most people had only seen in dreams.In the end,it wasn't a castle at all but something much more prosaique,a factory of textiles,so the shock of the delusion created a heart attack...Well,at least Pendragon had the dream...