Of Kantare and Ninwaii

Sep. 17, 2008

Outlawed Princess Tag

Here is a section for people I've tagged to place their works. This is OutlawedPrincess' area for her and all the people she tags now. You'll see once this gets going.

Here is the starter paragraph. Don't freak, I'm writing this solely for my imagination and haven't prepared anything. Let's try Sci-Fi to start. The rules are, you have to include the following paragraph as your STARTER. You take this wherever you want it, but the word limit is 2,000 words. No revisions! (unless it's spelling) Once you're satisfied you're done, post the results in the comment section under this post. Sorry, no reward except for the great feeling you get when you write. Good luck, and don't let your imagination take you too far away from home!

Kantare Bandoine

Carston yanked the clip out of his ancient Colt handgun. He slammed another in as fast as he possibly could and fired five shots down the dark corridor of the engine room. He heard an explosion, probably some compressed gas can, and then a roar that would chill any other person's blood instantly. For Carston, that sound was satisfaction; he was taking vengence for every crew member that had been mercilessly slaughtered. He didn't know what that thing was, but Carston did know that it would not claim him before he had fired his last shot. He leaped from the cover of darkness and raced up the stairs.

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Sep. 18, 2008 - Untitled Comment

Posted by OutlawedPrincess

So I write the next part then tag someone else to do it? CoOoOoOol! Thanks! Here we go...

As soon as Carston reached the deck, cold raindrops stung his face. He ducked behind some crates, aiming his gun back at those stairs. Whoever – or WHATever – was coming up would be sorry that he had chased him. Who could’ve lived through that explosion anyway? There was no time to think about that now. He clenched his teeth in anger, feeling the strength that comes from lust of revenge surge through him. He blinked water out of his eyes. Boy, was it dark all of a sudden. Lightning flashed. “These murderers had better hope they have someone who can sail a battleship,” Carston thought to himself. “Big storm’s coming on.” That thought reminded him of what they had done to the ship’s captain, and anger roared through him again. He was glad to hear the sound of boots on the metal of the stairs. He took aim, ready to take a head off as soon as it came in sight. But the sound of footsteps stopped. Carston held his breath, waiting for something to happen. Nothing did. “Time for a change of plans.” Carston grinned to himself. Carefully taking a grenade out of his back pocket, he stood up and silently walked closer to the stairs. His finger stroked the ring on the fist-sized piece of beautiful disaster in his hand. He inched closer to the stairs… a little closer… a little closer... Suddenly he pulled the ring and raised the grenade above his head to throw down the stairs. But as soon as he made the move, a dark figure leaped out and…

Ok, take it Pip!!!!!! Show me whatcha got girl!!!:)

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Sep. 18, 2008 - Untitled Comment

Posted by Pip

So I just post my part here? I have something like this going on at Inkstains, y'all be sure to check it out.
...and swallowed the grenade whole! Carston jumped back in alarm, slipping on the deck and nearly crashing into some crates. Why were there so many crates, anyway? Something to ponder later, he decided and faced the dark figure before him.
"You're going to explode, I assume you realized that before you swallowed my beautiful grenade."
"Oh yes," said the dark one, in a cracked voice full of bitterness. "But I won't die."
"And why not?" Carston put his hands on his hips and planted his feet impatiently.
"I am one of the Clims." Carston's hand slowly dropped to his side as he peered through a rolling black mist at the hunched figure. Could it be? Rumor had it that the endangered Clim had been sighted in tiny conlonies along the coast, but no one had ever come in direct contact with one...much less had his grenade eaten by one, which was highly annoying. Clims had a gut full of fire and nothing they ate, whether it be dirt or rocks or red hot chili peppers, could swerve their iron digestion! So he'd wasted his grenade. And now he heard his foes stirring sleepily in the hold.
"You do know what this means, I suppose."
The Clim rocked back and forth, sucking his teeth and chattering.
"Aw, the mist--"
"I am...acquainted with some guys who might do us both harm, and you just ruined my chance of destroying them all!"
"Fine acquaintance you are!" the Clim sniffed. "Fancy blowing up one's acquaintances! Downright absurd and quite rude, if I'm not mistaken; I haven't had an acquaintance is so many years!" He began wailing.
"Yeah, well if you don't shut that purple mouth of yours it'll be very well acquainted with my fist!" Carston hissed as he heard some shouts from the hold. "Now, I'm gonna haveta swin fer the shore, thanks to you."
He strode grumbling to the railing and laced up his black vest. He jumped to the railing and perched like a great black cat.
"Are you coming with me? Or would you rather risk torture in case they suspect you as the stealer of the--"
"SHHH!" the Clim shouted. Carston rolled his eyes and jumped into the icy water. The frigid cold hit him like the flat of a sword and made his ears ring.
"But I can't swim!" he heard the Clim chuckle. Why in the world was he laughing? Perhaps he was in cahoots with his foes. "And I've told him I was headed for the shore," Carston growled. No matter. He probably wouldn't make it. A searing pain was covering his whole back. As he thrashed blindly about in the darkness, his senses were ripped apart by the memory of the tortuer's lash, slashing and tearing, slashing and tearing...the old water burned into his old wounds, now nearly healed, and opened them. Carston left a trail of red water as he sank down into the depths, right into the arms of a--
Heyheyhoo, I tag you: SAMIAM!
*refuses to look for typos*

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