A Short Story

[Beckytheblondie]

Beckytheblondie shouted "God Bless a good story!" aloud from atop the French Alps.

[Timminz]

If you're gonna bite someone's style, who better than Fruitcake. Although, I still prefer the original over the imitator.

[Fruitcake]

A good storyline...here's my take:

Mr Changsha undid the handcuffs around the nubile blonde’s wrists. Carefully undoing her collar he let the gold slender leash run through his fingers. Looking at the assembled round the table he noted with enjoyment their captivated looks at what he was doing, that is all except Fruitcake who was reading the label on the back of a bottle of Port. Changsha chuckled grimly to himself; he knew Cake couldn’t see a damned thing without his glasses and as he had those in his pocket logic told him Cake was deliberately not watching the tableau unfolding before his eyes.

He began to speak, his voice seeming like warm liquid honey with a Dorset Naga chilli finish. “Status? I don’t care about status, it’s an It's an irrelevance. What I do care about, are moral principles,” continuing quickly as he noted Cakes raised eyebrow in the direction of the blonde he said, “Taking Money off kids, then banning them for acting like kids should, is wrong.”

Nightstrike, recovering from the eating the unassuming Naga that Changsha offered him the previous day hoarsely replied, “The Family disagree, 'if you can't obey the rules, you get kicked out.” He reached for the tincture delivered by the horseman without a face the previous day and took another long draft.

The.killing.44 cackled demonically, 'Rules? Lanyards got nearly 2 years premium taken for account sitting too much. Fred got banned for swearing in game chat. T-o-m was banned for joining public usergroups. None of these things are against the rules and none of them even received warnings.' The others who were listening turned and looked at him as if he had just emerged from some primordial ooze.

Owenshooter yawned, stretched and cracked his knuckles one by one, the noise like rifle shots. “I still think CC shouldn't use his maps” he muttered before continuing loudly,”Back on topic, it might be true that some teenagers here course trouble, Maxatstuy and *manimal were certainly bad for the site, but does this mean we should treat all minors with injustice? I don't understand CC's reasoning.” Changsha and Fruitcake exchanged glances, they knew the reasoning for sure, and anyway, Changsha had promised Fruitcake the nubile blonde’s sister for later so he knew Cake would not be contributing much to the conversation.

Owenshooter cracked his shoulder for effect, watching with silent mirth as The.killing.44 unsuccessfully made a dash for the toilets before he brought up his earlier meal.

“Do you remember,” said James Vazquez, leaning back in his chair and scratching his balls due to the crabs he received previously,

Remember what?” Asked Owenshooter venomously

“Remember how I banned Fred from Live Chat for disagreeing with me. He had no way of knowing I was having a bad day but that didn't stop me from banning him. He couldn't argue with my mod powers, abuse or not. That is the new morality. Strength needs no excuse and doesn't have to give reasons.' He chuckled as did the other Mods. Their laughter sounding like low screeches. He drank his black thick viscous drink, got up and left, followed by the other Mods. Their feet never seeming to leave the ground as they shuffled towards the door.

The.killing.44, returning from his exertions and white faced made to join them, but Night Strike shook his head at him. “You are not, and probably never will be, a part of Team CC. Stay here with your friends,” laying the emphasise on the last letter of last word, for all the world making it sound like a dark poison. The.killing.44 looked round nervously. Already Owenshooter and the other two were whispering together. Fruitcake looked round and scowled, his eyes flashing red momentarily. The.killing.44 shuddered and headed for another exit….they were not his friends.

Owenshooter, Changsha and Fruitcake rose from the table. They had an appointment at Madam Rose and her 3 sets of twins.

[the.killing.44]

Ha!!!!!!!!!!!!! That was epic!

Owenshooter cracked his shoulder for effect, watching with silent mirth as The.killing.44 unsuccessfully made a dash for the toilets before he brought up his earlier meal.

[squishyg]

FC!

[Beckytheblondie]

Cake

[whitestazn88]

fruitcake's was too long....

[owenshooter]

fruitcake's was too long....

you know, i'm sure he hears that from the ladies quite often... -0

[Woodruff]

A good storyline...here's my take:

Mr Changsha undid the handcuffs around the nubile blonde’s wrists. Carefully undoing her collar he let the gold slender leash run through his fingers. Looking at the assembled round the table he noted with enjoyment their captivated looks at what he was doing, that is all except Fruitcake who was reading the label on the back of a bottle of Port. Changsha chuckled grimly to himself; he knew Cake couldn’t see a damned thing without his glasses and as he had those in his pocket logic told him Cake was deliberately not watching the tableau unfolding before his eyes.

He began to speak, his voice seeming like warm liquid honey with a Dorset Naga chilli finish. “Status? I don’t care about status, it’s an It's an irrelevance. What I do care about, are moral principles,” continuing quickly as he noted Cakes raised eyebrow in the direction of the blonde he said, “Taking Money off kids, then banning them for acting like kids should, is wrong.”

Nightstrike, recovering from the eating the unassuming Naga that Changsha offered him the previous day hoarsely replied, “The Family disagree, 'if you can't obey the rules, you get kicked out.” He reached for the tincture delivered by the horseman without a face the previous day and took another long draft.

The.killing.44 cackled demonically, 'Rules? Lanyards got nearly 2 years premium taken for account sitting too much. Fred got banned for swearing in game chat. T-o-m was banned for joining public usergroups. None of these things are against the rules and none of them even received warnings.' The others who were listening turned and looked at him as if he had just emerged from some primordial ooze.

Owenshooter yawned, stretched and cracked his knuckles one by one, the noise like rifle shots. “I still think CC shouldn't use his maps” he muttered before continuing loudly,”Back on topic, it might be true that some teenagers here course trouble, Maxatstuy and *manimal were certainly bad for the site, but does this mean we should treat all minors with injustice? I don't understand CC's reasoning.” Changsha and Fruitcake exchanged glances, they knew the reasoning for sure, and anyway, Changsha had promised Fruitcake the nubile blonde’s sister for later so he knew Cake would not be contributing much to the conversation.

Owenshooter cracked his shoulder for effect, watching with silent mirth as The.killing.44 unsuccessfully made a dash for the toilets before he brought up his earlier meal.

“Do you remember,” said James Vazquez, leaning back in his chair and scratching his balls due to the crabs he received previously,

Remember what?” Asked Owenshooter venomously

“Remember how I banned Fred from Live Chat for disagreeing with me. He had no way of knowing I was having a bad day but that didn't stop me from banning him. He couldn't argue with my mod powers, abuse or not. That is the new morality. Strength needs no excuse and doesn't have to give reasons.' He chuckled as did the other Mods. Their laughter sounding like low screeches. He drank his black thick viscous drink, got up and left, followed by the other Mods. Their feet never seeming to leave the ground as they shuffled towards the door.

The.killing.44, returning from his exertions and white faced made to join them, but Night Strike shook his head at him. “You are not, and probably never will be, a part of Team CC. Stay here with your friends,” laying the emphasise on the last letter of last word, for all the world making it sound like a dark poison. The.killing.44 looked round nervously. Already Owenshooter and the other two were whispering together. Fruitcake looked round and scowled, his eyes flashing red momentarily. The.killing.44 shuddered and headed for another exit….they were not his friends.

Owenshooter, Changsha and Fruitcake rose from the table. They had an appointment at Madam Rose and her 3 sets of twins.

A much better take on the prospective "newbie's" take...well done!

[Mr Changsha]

fruitcake's was too long....

you know, i'm sure he hears that from the ladies quite often... -0

The quote in full...

fruitcake's was too long... back in 1982 it was like mounting a table leg!

[Robinette]

see children...
see how much better it is with paragraphs...


great read FC

[Crazyirishman]

Somebody should publish this. It could win a Pultzier Prize.

[owenshooter]

the true beauty of this thread was lost in the spam and chatter... once again, your and my favourtie forum poster, FRUITCAKE!!!!

A good storyline...here's my take:

Mr Changsha undid the handcuffs around the nubile blonde’s wrists. Carefully undoing her collar he let the gold slender leash run through his fingers. Looking at the assembled round the table he noted with enjoyment their captivated looks at what he was doing, that is all except Fruitcake who was reading the label on the back of a bottle of Port. Changsha chuckled grimly to himself; he knew Cake couldn’t see a damned thing without his glasses and as he had those in his pocket logic told him Cake was deliberately not watching the tableau unfolding before his eyes.

He began to speak, his voice seeming like warm liquid honey with a Dorset Naga chilli finish. “Status? I don’t care about status, it’s an It's an irrelevance. What I do care about, are moral principles,” continuing quickly as he noted Cakes raised eyebrow in the direction of the blonde he said, “Taking Money off kids, then banning them for acting like kids should, is wrong.”

Nightstrike, recovering from the eating the unassuming Naga that Changsha offered him the previous day hoarsely replied, “The Family disagree, 'if you can't obey the rules, you get kicked out.” He reached for the tincture delivered by the horseman without a face the previous day and took another long draft.

The.killing.44 cackled demonically, 'Rules? Lanyards got nearly 2 years premium taken for account sitting too much. Fred got banned for swearing in game chat. T-o-m was banned for joining public usergroups. None of these things are against the rules and none of them even received warnings.' The others who were listening turned and looked at him as if he had just emerged from some primordial ooze.

Owenshooter yawned, stretched and cracked his knuckles one by one, the noise like rifle shots. “I still think CC shouldn't use his maps” he muttered before continuing loudly,”Back on topic, it might be true that some teenagers here course trouble, Maxatstuy and *manimal were certainly bad for the site, but does this mean we should treat all minors with injustice? I don't understand CC's reasoning.” Changsha and Fruitcake exchanged glances, they knew the reasoning for sure, and anyway, Changsha had promised Fruitcake the nubile blonde’s sister for later so he knew Cake would not be contributing much to the conversation.

Owenshooter cracked his shoulder for effect, watching with silent mirth as The.killing.44 unsuccessfully made a dash for the toilets before he brought up his earlier meal.

“Do you remember,” said James Vazquez, leaning back in his chair and scratching his balls due to the crabs he received previously,

Remember what?” Asked Owenshooter venomously

“Remember how I banned Fred from Live Chat for disagreeing with me. He had no way of knowing I was having a bad day but that didn't stop me from banning him. He couldn't argue with my mod powers, abuse or not. That is the new morality. Strength needs no excuse and doesn't have to give reasons.' He chuckled as did the other Mods. Their laughter sounding like low screeches. He drank his black thick viscous drink, got up and left, followed by the other Mods. Their feet never seeming to leave the ground as they shuffled towards the door.

The.killing.44, returning from his exertions and white faced made to join them, but Night Strike shook his head at him. “You are not, and probably never will be, a part of Team CC. Stay here with your friends,” laying the emphasise on the last letter of last word, for all the world making it sound like a dark poison. The.killing.44 looked round nervously. Already Owenshooter and the other two were whispering together. Fruitcake looked round and scowled, his eyes flashing red momentarily. The.killing.44 shuddered and headed for another exit….they were not his friends.

Owenshooter, Changsha and Fruitcake rose from the table. They had an appointment at Madam Rose and her 3 sets of twins.

[obliterationX]

Cool beans indeed, my friends.

[Robinette]

the true beauty of this thread was lost in the spam and chatter... once again, your my favourtie forum poster, FRUITCAKE!!!!

And I'm not even gonna harass you about the other spelling because Fruitcake is MY favourtie poster too.
Dare I say it...FC is to words, what Robinette is to pics.

[Bruceswar]

And I'm not even gonna harass you about the other spelling because Fruitcake is MY favourtie poster too.
Dare I say it...FC is to words, what Robinette is to pics.

[Serbia]

Split topic bump. Good read, FC!

[Fruitcake]

A new Fruitcake epic play coming soon to a forum near you...

"An operations request and a new update, the real story"

Starring:
A medley of forum stars.

You remember the play "‘A funny thing happened to me on the way to the Forum’. still to be found in the GC thread?....well if you enjoyed that, then book your seats now, this will cause a riot.

Remember dear reader...no one is safe from the cut of the written word.

See you all soon!