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<Depp>: ... Your turn, YE
<YE>: ohthisisgoingtobefun
<YE>: *ahem*
YE puts on reading glasses and sits on his leather chair by the fireplace.
Depp sits back
<YE>: once upon a time in a far away land, there lived a gentleman by the name of dinderflan mccuntyshorts.
<Protopulse>: ohboyherewego
<YE>: dinderflan was but a humble cobbler in his village, cobbling for free for the peasants and being an overall wonderful citizen.
<YE>: one day, however, a shady figure ventured into the village, battle-scarred and cloaked in dark robes, his eyes black as night and his hair like the mane of a shadowy lion.
<YE>: he ventured to dinderflan's workshop, where dinderflan was cobbling the day away.
<YE>: the man went up to dinderflan as he was working.
<YE>: "dinderflan mccuntyshorts," the man stated formally.
<YE>: dinderflan looked up, shocked at the beastlike growl that came from the man's words.
<YE>: "yes?" dinderflan's voice trembled, looking the man straight in his black eyes.
<YE>: "you are the most powerful wizard in all the land," said the man, "and i am here to kill you."
<YE>: dinderflan stared at the man in shock. he did not practice the art of the majykks in any sort!
<YE>: but before dinderflan could object, the cold, silver blade of a dagger glinted just centimeters away from his eyes.
<YE>: dinderflan jolted upward, jumping back against the wall and kicking his cobbler's stool toward the man. he took a few more steps backward, cautiously. but alas, dinderflan was cornered.
<YE>: the dark man rose the dagger without a word. dinderflan could feel his blood boil, his heart beating like a rabbit. he shut his eyes, certain of his untimely fate.
<YE>: but in the darkness behind dinderflan's eyelids, a sound was heard from the outside world.
<YE>: a faint gurgle, similar to that of which was produced when dinderflan's shoepolish cauldron was set to a boil, and then an uncomfortable silence.
<YE>: dinderflan did not feel the icy dagger piercing his skin, nor did he hear the sound of black robes shuffling on the floorboards, or the growl of his assailant's voice.
<YE>: he opened his eyes.
<YE>: on the ground in front of him was the dark man, turned inside out from the rectum.
<YE>: "fuckin'... asshole..." dinderflan heard the man gurgle, his veiny insides that were now his veiny outsides pulsating with pain and fury.
<YE>: dinderflan stared in horror as the man let out his last breath. his intestines spilled out, and blood and other thick juices were seeping through the floorboards. dinderflan could hear the dripping of the fluids echoed from the attic below.
<YE>: seconds passed. they turned into minutes, which turned into hours.
<YE>: the sun was setting. a putrid, festering anal stench had filled the building and was heavy and musty in the air.
<YE>: dinderflan had not looked up from his hands the entire time.
<YE>: "i did this..." he had continually muttered to himself, "i... did this..."
<YE>: it was night now. flies had begun to swarm the dark man's inhumanly disfigured body, their numbers growing as the agonizing minutes passed.
<YE>: dinderflan had been standing for so long that his knees were weak. his arms had been outstretched before him for so long that they felt as if they were bound by heavy shackles. he could not move his hands, which were still open in front of him. his eyes were streaming tears from the stinging odor.
<YE>: "i did this..." his voice strained once more.
<YE>: dinderflan was but a humble cobbler, and he did not know many things. he did not know why the sun set at dusk and the moon rose in the evening. he did not know what love was, or what else the world had to offer.
<YE>: he came from a relatively uneducated village, so dinderflan did not know arithmetic. he struggled to read, and could barely write, his hands constantly weary from cobbling.
<YE>: dinderflan knew so little, but it was then that he realized he knew far too much.
<YE>: for the first time in what seemed like centuries, dinderflan closed his eyes.
<YE>: "i..."
<YE>: "...did this..."
<YE>: suddenly, dinderflan felt a wet warmth envelop his being as a comfortable darkness set in. frenzied sounds filled his ears, but were swiftly overshadowed by a slurping noise.
<YE>: dinderflan's eyes were closed. there was a silence that he had never experienced, now. he was numb and utterly sedated.
<YE>: "i did this."
<YE>: and he could experience no more.
<YE>: moral of the story: don't be a wizard.Comment: One time, my friends and I decided to tell bedtime stories. Then it was my turn.
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