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"Is that so? And just how do you think you were able to fly through the Bulwark to get to this damned planet? Did you really think they turned a blind eye of their own accord?"
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Let’s do a “campfire story”! I’ll start the story, with one sentence. You reply to MY sentence with another one. (try to keep it NOT X rated, ok!?) Let’s see where our story takes us!
On a dark night, a girl stood under the pale moonlight, looking out to the sea.
She had been here before, when times where less confusing.
As always, she scanned the waves, looking for the ship, silently hoping against hope that at last, it would appear on the horizon.
Sometimes a reflection of the moon and stars on the rolling waves make her heart skip a beat, while she silently dreams of that day long ago.
With a sigh, she shakes her head to clear the memories and turns back towards the field that lay between herself and the village.
The village is sleeping, she walks slowly through the field towards the only place where a light is still burning.
((hey, everyone else…join in?This coupling over here should more of an…orgy? LMAO, a literary orgy. What a concept))
She pushes open the heavy door, and enters the farm house, hanging her cloak on a nail in the wall, and turn towards the kitchen table.
“Hello puddin’ pie” said the dark faced stranger, leaning forward towards her with his elbows on the table. He smiled, yellow toothed, and pointed the gun at the empty chair across from his.
oh no I wrote in the wrong tense lol
(I don’t worry so much about tense and stuff, just try and make it flow kinda smoothly, otherwise, just write)
his big brown dog looks up from his spot on the moth-eaten carpet in front of the roaring fire, curious about the new arrival.
She hesitates, fear has her frozen in place. “But…how…” the words catch in her throat. She places a shaking hand on her swollen belly protectively before sitting down. “How did you find me?”
“And WHERE is he?! What did you do, you filthy coward?” she spits the words at him, refusing to let her voice rise in panic and anger.
“Coward?”, replies the man with a sardonic smirk on his face. “You know that you owe your freedom to me don’t you? You OWE me.”
She rolls her eyes, and then narrows them in his direction… “OWE you? YOU?! Ha! I owe you like what used to be Earth owes nuclear meltdowns for it’s current state.”
“I would much rather have been obliterated by their phasers than I would be beholden to the likes of YOU. Now stop beating around the bush, and tell me where he is!”
As her question hung between them there was a flash of light outside the farmhouse, followed by the sound of running feet.
((oh no why are the posts out of order? Dave’s is the most recent and at the top. Same for you guys?))
They both jumped up as the door crashed open, and the incoming storm’s wind snuffed out the candles, the approaching feet crashing up the cobblestone walkway to her front door.
As the lights had gone out it was hard to see. The figure seemed to have more legs than the average person but neither of them knew exactly what was about to happen.
(((bumping this so the story can get a move on!!)))
((does no one else have anyyyyyything to add to this? It was going so well right off the bat!))
It was Drake, breathless. “I can’t fucking believe what’s happening. I’m gonna need two sets of strong hands. You guys got a minute?”
“Drake!” Sammie shouted, somewhat relieved. “Have you got the body? I was worried this coward was backing out of this plan.”
“I never fucking back out,” Roger retorted. “And besides, we all remember what happens to Sammie when shit gets heavy.” Sammie blushed, and remembered the day that she met Roger and everything started falling down.
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