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    70 KB Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:24 No.8330221  
    On July 14st, 1905 I entered a long sleep, safe in my secluded lair in the Rockies, it was a crisp day without a cloud in the sky, I was 539 years old. I had never payed much attention to the lesser races aside from the usual family matters, several of my family had lent minor aid in the creation of yet another human nation, I wondered how long this one was going to last.

    On March 23, 1951 I awoke, it was raining as hard as I had ever seen it, I almost went back to sleep. Sometimes I wish I had.

    On November 1st, 1952 I stood next to my Uncle at the observation post about 40 miles from Eugelab Island, he was a consultant to the military and I remember my irritation when he told me the "test" that he had brought me there to see was so far away and I asked then why everyone was standing around here.

    I will never forget that night.

    Standing there I remember noticing the creeping feeling in my bones, some feeling of dread that picked at my arcane sense like nothing I had ever felt before, I knew suddenly that something terrible beyond all imagining was about to happen, My uncle lowered his head and his claws gripped the ground, the entire world seemed to hold its breath for a moment.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:25 No.8330227
    Light brighter than anything I had ever seen tore apart the night in silence, crimson fire illuminating the entire horizon. I remember the clouds being swept aside like a child's blanket, the shockwave racing towards us, the unholy roar finally giving voice to the silent horror I had just witnessed as I was nearly torn from the ground. I remember standing there in abject shock on shaky knees as the massive mushroom cloud split the heavens, wondering what exactly I had just missed. Blessed Bahamut, what in the name of all the gods had happened?

    I had awoken into a world I no longer recognized, how could things have possibly changed so quickly? When had these dammed monkies learned to Fly? Sure there was always the odd wizards drifting about but now the sky was choked with their roaring contrivances, screaming past at speeds that should not be possible. And looking down was no better, the land was split from ocean to ocean with more roads than I had ever seen, overflowing with their rumbling machines, when had everything become so Fast?

    My uncle talked to me about what I had missed. Wars on scales I could not comprehend, Technology, the rise of Science, the human population nearly doubling in the time I slept, and here I had gone to sleep thinking this population boom they were undergoing would have died down by the time I woke up. I spent a few years in a kind of dumbfounded shock as I tried to deny what was happening, trying to say it was just some sort of passing phase before everything returned to the way it was. I think the bit that really snapped me out of it was when I watched Neil Armstrong land on the moon. I began to realize the full enormity of what was going on around me.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:26 No.8330240
    It took years for me to catch up, or rather to realize that I Couldn't catch up, that they were moving the line faster than I could learn, not only that, but that it was Accelerating! I remember sitting in a library, surrounded by books that were already out of date and realizing that I could never know all there was to know.

    I would like to attribute my market success it to wisdom, to some insight into what was coming ahead, I know many accuse the dragons of still being able to get decent results from divination magic, but the honest truth is that my early involvement in computers was pure chance. I have always had an interest in math, and these new calculation machines were of interest to me. I invested a trifling sum in a few of the emerging companies more as a favor to some of my correspondents than out of any hope that it would provide notable returns.

    I remember when the lesser races were reasonably equal, the human nations squabbling among themselves, fighting over land with the Orcs, being raided by roving tribes of Gnolls. The Dwarves secure in their mountainhomes, the Elves in their forest cities.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:26 No.8330248
    I can see how some have fallen, the Orc nations crushed underfoot or living in the shadow of the human nations, their borders pushed back farther every year, remaining mostly because there is nothing left of value.

    I can see how some have blinded themselves, the Elven nations but a shadow of what they were, blinding themselves to what is happening, offering empty threats when the loggers come or smoke darkens their skies.

    I can see how some have adapted with the simpleminded ease of the scavenger, the gnoll tribes living and flourishing happily in the slums of the human cities, working at simple jobs, playing hired muscle, or signing up as mercenaries.

    I can see how some have prospered, the dwarven clans becoming the dwarven mining corporations, adapting to the new technology as it is developed and growing rich feeding the ever-hungry industrial machine its staple of raw materials.

    I have felt the power of this new era, I have known the terrible fear it can inspire, I have seen what happens to those who ignore or fight it, and I have reaped the riches it can offer.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:27 No.8330264
    I have to wonder what the next ten years will bring, the next twenty, the next fifty. It scares me, but I am also filled with wonder. I mourn for what has been lost, but look forward to what is to come. I fear what will happen if I don't. It cannot be fought, it cannot be slowed, it cannot be steered, it has simply grown to large, to powerful to be within any hope of actual individual control.

    My father sits in his cave, he says he will come out when all these “noisy contraptions” have passed and everything goes back to “the way it should be”.

    Myself, I will follow these humans to the stars, I don't want to be left behind again. I fear too much what I should awake to find if I took a long sleep again.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:31 No.8330323
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    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:36 No.8330408
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:39 No.8330460
    Embrace for Transdragonism!
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:46 No.8330564
    This was totally awesome. I'd love to play a game where players play a group of dragons in this setting. I'd even read a book about this.

    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:46 No.8330572
    Must be troll, otherwise terrible taste.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:48 No.8330617

    Definitely not a troll. I genuinely thought this was interesting and well written for a vignette. And I'm picking as hell over what I read.

    Taste is all subjective, anyways.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)16:49 No.8330627
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    Not bad OP, good detail.

    I would read more.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)19:07 No.8332376

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    I was just now filled with a childlike sense of wonder.

    Thank you OP... Please, for the love of god publish a book or something. I want MOAR.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)19:19 No.8332491
    It had potential as long as it doesnt develop into a wankfest over how dragons, even caught by surprise in a world rapidly losing its magic, prevail and control everyone and all end up with pools made of diamonds surrounded by space chicks pouring them 500 year old wine.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)19:20 No.8332507
    OP here, thanks for the comments, looking back over it I should have given it a proofreading pass or two, Just an idea I had, sorta along the lines of the Humanity: Fuck Yea threads, just a somewhat different setting and perspective.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:12 No.8333451
    This reminded me a shit ton of Harry Turtledove's World War, where Aliens invade, expecting medieval-tech but Humanity leapt forward in the alien blink of an eye to WWII.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:13 No.8333456
    Which is a good thing, btw.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:17 No.8333528
    That sounds pretty awesome, actually. Any scans of the book out there, or am I going to need to drag myself to my local B&N for it?
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:23 No.8333637
    At first I thought this was a continuation of the whole Mythic-trinity nuke thing that /tg/ wrote up a week or two ago.

    Still good though.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:28 No.8333728
    That's news to me. Is it on suptg? Sounds interesting.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:28 No.8333734
    mythic trinity nuke thing? my intrest is piqued, was it archived?
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:33 No.8333819
    suptg's down, give me a sec.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:35 No.8333837
    Still down? Lame. Eagerly awaiting copypasta.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:40 No.8333918
    We did a terrible thing.

    An atrocity. It should not have caused what it did.

    When we first created the device that would prove for once and for all that the atom could be split, Oppenheimer was nervous. Before he had always been calm, collected. Even excited. Not that day. He admitted later - years later - that he had been visited, or suffered a visitation. We now know it was the former. An androgynous, slender figure, tall, with dark, beautiful eyes spoke to him the night before, warning him that the shape of the world was determined by the eyes of those who looked upon it.

    We broke the finest piece of the universe, and so broke the universe itself.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:41 No.8333940
    When we split the atom at Trinity that fateful morning, attempting an end to one of the bloodiest, most horrific wars in all humankind's history, we achieved our goal. The result was that one fourth of all humankind simply vanished. And fully half of the remainder were replaced. They were replaced by creatures that our children see on the streets every day now, hear about in the news, work with us and against us. We call them monsters, but then, to them, we are also monsters. That term has no connotations as once it did before.

    The faery returned - had never really left, actually. What was myth and legend and story became all to real, all too factual. Magic, as well, though magic was actually the least of the problems. The war quickly ground to a halt as both sides dealt with a third side, and the monsters fought for their own survival in the midst of war. If they had not appeared all across the world then things would have truly gone badly for them, and things might be different. As it stood, the population had sharply dropped, and there was an equivalent exchange, leaving the world inundated with monsters and monsters to cope with alien forces they knew little about.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:42 No.8333960
    While the war ground to a halt, in many places the monsters simply moved in, making places for themselves as humans struggled to recover from the abrupt disappearance of half of the world's population in a single moment. The fact that many spoke native languages was helpful; but they were on occasion as aggressive as humankind, in some ways even more so. In other ways they were less so, and they lacked numbers. Before anything was settled, a mere few weeks after the incident had occurred, the first of THEM woke from slumber.

    The dragon - there was no other name for it - destroyed Hiroshima. Then Nagasaki. It did not go out of it's way to do so. It simply....arose in Hiroshima, and traveled to Nagasaki. It laid waste to two cities, as a by-product of its very existence. That, more than any one thing, ended both the war, and the hostilities, for quite some time.

    It was the faery who helped integrate the others into human world. Technology was as alien to them as their magics were to us, yet the principles and ideas of both could be understood. Talent, it seems, is needed for either - a certain world view, a way of looking at reality. Their greatest magics were gone, our greatest technology had wrecked our world. Both moved forward, albeit slowly.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:43 No.8333975
    While the Dragon of Hiroshima was the first, it was not the last. Mount St. Helens, the tsunami of Hawaii, the flood of the Yangtze....they were disasters, but no longer natural. Dragons rose, one or two for every great landmass and several more in the oceans. Lesser dragons arrived, small, cunning things of power and intelligence, but they feared the Wyrms as much as anything alive did. They were monsters as well, while the Wyrms were...other.

    It was the fey who started integration. They had always been present, in all places, stories and folk tales, both human and monster. They forced cajoled, teased, and slowly brought together monsters and humans into larger communities. Oh, that made them no less dangerous or capricious. Even now the Elves slip into the edges of the less civilized areas, studying, gently making us aware of their presence, only to give gentle reminders and push us lightly towards unity.

    So we arrive in the modern age, still fractious - even among ones own kind, the racial divides are strong, and this holds true of monsters and humans alike! - and still contentious, but with the knowledge that there are things the dragons, strongest monsters of all fear, and the Wyrms are not the only thing that is Other out there....
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:45 No.8333999
    Credit to Xiombarg's Storyteller. I'd link the archived thread itself but yeah, still down.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:46 No.8334011
    Given when Trinity was, that doesn't really change the war much. Germany went down two months before the test, and Japan was still pretty much fucked. Under these circumstances, they're probably even more fucked than in the real world, because they won't have US troops delivering food to keep them all from starving to death over the winter of '45-'46. And we would still bomb the fuck out of them conventionally; hell, we'd already torched most of their major cities by that point anyway.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)20:52 No.8334081
    that was sorta the point. We were trying to find a point far enough back to allow integration by modern day, but not so far back that it completely changed the course of history.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)21:16 No.8334418
    I now have the mental image of a nice, quiet, cute, geeky programmer chick going home to her 6'8" gnoll lesbian lover and getting hot pseudopenis dickings.

    Pardon me while I enjoy this mental image.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)21:17 No.8334431
    I hope Xiombarg's Storyteller finally fucking dies.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)21:18 No.8334439
    Bah, I don't like the idea of taking Nukes away from humanity, that's some of our best toys there. besides, what does it do to the entire cold-war era?
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)21:19 No.8334459
    without the cold war we never would have put men on the moon.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)21:22 No.8334500
    well, this thread is now officially #inappropriate
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)21:24 No.8334538
    I think #ebooks on irchighway would have it. You should think about buying it, it's a pretty good series.

    World War has 4 books in it.
    The sequel trilogy has 3 or 4, I can't remember.
    The final book is stand-alone-ish.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)21:30 No.8334620
    I liked your story enough to show it to a friend, OP.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)22:06 No.8335298
    wait, wtf?
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)22:28 No.8335713
    Hyenas, and by extension Gnolls, have some oddities of anatomy, look it up.
    >> Anonymous 02/28/10(Sun)23:35 No.8336880
    so is this a Humanity: Fuck Yea thread?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)01:43 No.8338922
    ....your request has been heard.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)01:46 No.8338962
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    I always thought we could learn something from the humans, but you lot would never stand for it. Oh well, kill me again why don't you.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)02:06 No.8339276
    Perhaps only the first nuclear weapon trigged The Event and nuclear armament continues, or maybe the cold war is fought with the newcomer's magics (or the threat of their magic) instead.

    Controlled nuclear fission for power is pre-trinity, so obviously that worked fine. Of course an uncontrolled runaway reactor could risk another Event, see Chernobyl etc.

    And it's obvious the fae are screwing about to keep continuity intact, what with dragons flattening Hiroshima and Nagasaki, although that's probably meta stuff that no one within the setting would know except maybe the fae themselves.
    >> Alternate OP 03/01/10(Mon)02:11 No.8339350
    Dragons responsible for Hiroshima and Nagasaki is more of a folk tale that dragons might take for themselves.

    Imagine it, your going to your job right outside Hiroshima, when suddenly, a great light that comes above the sky, taking away the city, and burning everything else.

    You've seen bombs and what they can do, and this is no bomb.

    It is an act of the gods, or even dragons.
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    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)02:22 No.8339484
    Reminds me of Salvation War, God gives humanity over to Satan who tries to invade Earth with a massive army. This army is immediately ran over by tanks.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)02:25 No.8339524
    I have a V2 Rocket factory.

    Your dragons are invalid.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)02:26 No.8339537
    Get b&, please.

    That aside, cool story OP. I'd play a setting like that without a second of hesitation.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)02:27 No.8339562
    I have magic,

    Your V2 Rockets are invalid.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)02:29 No.8339592
    I have a tank division.

    Your magic is invalid.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)02:29 No.8339599
    That story was hilarious, I loved it.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)02:31 No.8339618
    do you have a link to this?
    >> ­ Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)02:44 No.8339813
    It's 50 thread pages long if I remember correctly...
    >> ­ Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)02:46 No.8339846
    part 1

    part 2
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)03:02 No.8340041
    ...is it odd that I pictured the dragon talking as female?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)04:53 No.8341231
    Not especially.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:12 No.8342289
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:16 No.8342318
    I forgot about this. Fucking awesome.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:22 No.8342359
    I smiled as I folded the bag over, stapling the receipt to the top of the bag and handingit over to the customer. “Thank you and have a nice day!” I said, forcing myself to continue to smile. The tall female figure smiled back, in a manner much more genuine, and blinked her golden, slit pupiled eyes at me, then turned – so weird to watch someone turn their whole body at the same time – and slowly slithered out the large double doors.

    A hand came down on my shoulder and Jeff smirked at me when I jumped. “Damn it Jeff, don't do that!”

    “Forget it, Chris. She's only twelve, no matter how much cleavage she has or how tall she is.” I didn't blush – I blanched.

    “Jeff, do you know ANYTHING about lamias?” I felt queasy just thinking about it. I'm a little claustrophobic. Well, okay, a lot.

    “No, and I don't know anything about the new double-yew-oh-dee either, so go help out the bully boy over there.” I glanced at the RPG racks, and sure enough, a minotaur calf was looking a little lost at our newer selections of splatbooks. I gave Jeff one more sullen glare and walked over to help him, pushing my glasses back up onto my nose.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:22 No.8342366
    If I thought for one moment telling Jeff about serpentine mating habits would have gotten a rise out of him, I would have. Then again, he's been running this store for more than ten years, so he's had to deal with every kind of freak the gaming community produces, so it wouldn't have done me any good, if he even cared at all.

    The calf was mooning over the new Hunter supplements, and I gave him a quick rundown on which ones would probably work best for the Requiem game he was running, and let him pass me as he headed towards the counter. 'Bull in a china shop' jokes aside, minos are pretty graceful, and they seemed to have a knack for finding things. They were almost born to be warehouse supply store clerks. I gave the three groups of gamers currently in the shop – two Magic the Gathering groups and a 4th edition group that met regularly – the fifteen minute head's up, and started facing all the comics.

    I let the lizard-boy know we were closing, and he ogled me for a moment before putting the comic back. He actually put it where it was supposed to go, which was nice, but the ogling continued for another minute as I put the comics in order. I didn't pay him any mind. It could have been because I was a girl, but it was just as likely because I was human, or smelled like food, or because I was moving. You can't read too much into reptiles looks. That whole lack of facial expression is a killer – if he were older it could be literal.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:23 No.8342373
    Jeff took the last three sales, letting me work my way around the store, facing everything. Half the time I think it's because he doesn't trust me not to skim off the till, the other half the time I think it's because he likes seeing me crouch to put the things on the lower shelf in order. I seriously considered buying skirts once, but there were too many faeries that liked to hang out in the store for that. I'd have to wear it or my top inside out to keep them from messing with me, and it's weird enough being a girl in a gaming shop already.

    I did a quick vacuum of the carpeting, and then got the mop for the gaming area. We put in linoleum because gamers are nothing if not messy. The ones here aren't so bad, but spilled cokes and bags of chips are inevitable where the pen-and-paper gamers hang out. A quick wipe down of the tables and I was done for the night. Jeff waved me off, so I grabbed my knapsack and laptop, and I let myself out the back, headed for the coffee shop.

    If there is one thing we learned about the monsters after the Event, it's that everyone likes their stimulants. Most coffee shops had to increase their store sizes by a factor of three just to accommodate the sizes of their guests. I waved at a couple of goblins who were passing by and they leered politely at me, while I stepped aside for a centaur. They keep saying they're going to increase the width of the sidewalks, but with the chronic monsterpower shortage, it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:24 No.8342378
    Yeah, it's politically correct, so sue me.

    I got a cup for the regular brews – it was still too cool for the icy stuff this time of year – and sat in the corner, in one of the big cushioned chairs in the reading area. You don't get those in Starschmucks, only in mom-and-pop places. I tucked my knees and opened up my laptop as I let the near boiling black death brew – carefully looking around for gremlins or elementals first. Those things will fuck up a laptop so fast you you can't even save by the time they enter the room before something crashes. And they're considered an automatic warranty void, go figure. 'Acts of deity or biology notwithstanding' and all. Fucking TRS.

    I got a few more pages of notes for my campaign down, at a cup of coffee each, and glanced up at the clock, waving at a manticore I knew. They're vicious, true, but this one was an old one, and he was a writer living in town. Philosophy, of course – they always went in for that. Probably because they were so vicious in their youth they couldn't be around civilization, so they just got to do a lot of thinking. I always wondered how they got on with sphinxes, but I was usually to involved in my own stuff to want to check it when I got home. Which, by the clock, was where Killian would be in half an hour, so I left.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:24 No.8342382
    We're a pretty integrated community. Most medium-to-large towns were; the disasters that occurred during and after the Event made big-city life too freaking dangerous for a long time. You never realize how many people you need to make a city go, and when you lose half of them all at once, and then get a whole lot of monsters out of no where with only vaguest clues as to what was going on around them....well, you can imagine. We mostly have reptiles, felines and bovines – and centaurs, who can't stand to be lumped in with the minotaurs and cattlegirls even though they're pretty much the same kind of problem - here, but we have our fair share of others. And we got an extra dose of faery here, because of the nature preserve. People say they're supposed to help but all I get from them is cantrips and computer errors.

    I walked in and was greeted with a hearty “Hey, Chrissy!” from the kitchen. Startled, I set my bookbag and comp on the couch and walked in to see what Killian was doing home so early.

    She was standing over the stove, stirring what smelled like spaghetti sauce. At first I was confused, because she can't eat spaghetti – her mouth isn't designed for it – but then I saw the empty bag of raviolis, and my heart melted a little. “Hey, you didn't have to do that.” Pasta was one of my weaknesses, but I'm a terrible cook myself. I glanced back at her, and then realized what she was – or wasn't – wearing, and sputtered a little.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:25 No.8342387
    Kil glanced over her shoulder to look down at me and smiled. “I got this over at Tsuda's. His wife makes them.” I was still staring at her, and she grinned at me, her tongue lolling a little. “Oh, come on, you can't say you don't like it.” I wasn't sure which she was referring to, so I stuttered and mumbled something about putting my books away and hurried out of the kitchen. That didn't stop me from looking back as she laughed, high chirping barks of pleasure that made me all warm inside.

    Yeah, walking in on your girlfriend while she's cooking is one thing, but when all she's wearing is a damn apron and her fur it's another.

    Yeah, fur. She's a gnoll. Which, I suppose, technically could make her my boyfriend, but it gets complicated at that point, so we'll just say she's my girlfriend. It's a little perverse, but only because she's a lesbian. It's not just that I don't like humans, it's that I don't get along with them. Killian and I have a relationship that works, so we live with it. We're still both pretty young, but she's a pervert AND a female and I'm a misanthrope AND a xenophile, so we have a better chance at making this work out than most human couples or gnoll packs do.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:26 No.8342388
    I finished putting my current set of campaign aids away and licked my lips. I knew she'd seen some of the picture's I'd downloaded off of Netchan4, but I'd been hoping to get something ready for her today. She called out that dinner was almost ready, and I felt my heart leap in my chest, and walked back into the kitchen before she got mad at me.

    Everyone knows that gnolls are matriarchal. That was the easy part. The fact that it's hardwired into their brains, that wasn't so easy. We didn't get anywhere with them until a couple of naturalists were drafted into the crisis team and they suggested we send female diplomats. It's not that they think that males are inferior, it's that they can't see males as anything but inferior. They can understand males being useful, or interesting, or helpful, but not as leaders or as authority figures. And to be fair, male gnolls are a bunch of pussies compared to the females.

    Needless to say, I jumped when she said jump. She didn't say it often though, which I appreciated. I don't mind being on bottom a lot, but I got shit to do too, and she tries to ignore it as best she can. The politics of gnoll society are messy and convoluted. We had a pretty good thing going, so I didn't push back too much, and she didn't get bossy except every now and then.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:27 No.8342396

    I was almost interested until this.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:32 No.8342426
    Blame anon. But it's not quite what you're thinking.
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    >> /d/eviating Ca/tg/irl 03/01/10(Mon)07:35 No.8342446

    I hope it's what I'M thinking, I really do.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:38 No.8342461
    When I walked into the kitchen the second time, I realized that this one going to be one of those 'now and then' moments; she'd turned the heat down on everything, and was sitting with one of the chairs turned sideways to the table, facing the doorway I'd just come through....and I could see what was under the apron on this side pretty clearly. I walked over to her and opened my mouth, turning my head much further to the side than I would have had to with a human. She still had to lean down a little in the chair – her neck, being longer than mine, still put her a head higher than me standing up even with my dockers on. She tasted like allspice and those eucalyptus cigarettes she smoked, and I kissed back as she pulled me into her. I could feel her breasts against mine through my sweater, all four nipples that I was touching firm, framing my own breasts.

    Her hand took mine, they leathery pad warm and a little rough, and she slid it under the apron, across her belly and down. Her skin was smooth there, and very hot – she'd apparently been wanting this all day – and I wrapped my hand around the base of her pseudocock, where it jutted from her body. It wasn't really accurate to say 'sheath', or for that matter, call it a cock, but that's close enough. There isn't a vagina. She isn't a hermaphrodite. I was running my hand along the smooth, warm length of her vagina, and swallowing at her tongue as she soul-kissed me.

    Yes, literally. It's that fucking long. I honestly have no idea how she manages English at all.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:44 No.8342500
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    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:46 No.8342520
    My fingers roamed up along the shaft of her sex, feeling the moist outer surface as I neared the flattened tip, my fingers tracing the lip of it's edge lightly, the way she likes it. She panted softly, struggling to unbutton my jeans. I tried to kick my shoes off and fell into her, making her laugh again as I smiled up at her. Her fur was soft, and a lot less coarse than it might have been without regular showers and a lot of conditioner. I kissed at her throat – which is pretty damn submissive, by the way; if you ever grab or kiss a gnoll at the back of the neck, they'll kill you. She made a groaning noise I've learned to recognize as eagerness, and finally got one shoe off.

    It was enough for her, because she pulled the apron aside, and pulled my pants down. I tightened my hand around the head of her shaft, where it touched her belly, and she paused. Killian didn't say anything, just looked down at me, her yellow on black eyes filled with heat and love, but the tilt of her head told me I was walking on dangerous territory.

    I'm such a fucking adrenaline junkie.

    I had to reach around her to undo the apron, and she slid her tongue along my neck, licking the back of it. If I'd had long hair she probably would have choked on a hairball by now. I shuddered and pulled the apron aside, and lowered myself, pulling her sex down with me so I could kneel and reach it with my mouth. She relaxed and I felt that beautiful rush at having just cheated death again, and I rewarded her for giving it to me with my mouth, sucking on her like she was human man.

    That's a lot of fucking work guys, you'd better appreciate it when we give it.
    >> /d/eviating Ca/tg/irl 03/01/10(Mon)07:48 No.8342537

    You have no idea how happy I am, right now. the detail work is incredible, you are a very good writer.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:50 No.8342548

    >> dice2 03/01/10(Mon)07:52 No.8342559
    you'd be lucky if a mod glances at a post's image, let alone read paragraphs of text.
    >> /d/eviating Ca/tg/irl 03/01/10(Mon)07:53 No.8342568

    Also, Gnolls are not furry, for fucks sake.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:55 No.8342581

    Why not?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:56 No.8342590
    lol I got a yiffpile here that says otherwise...
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:57 No.8342597
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    Dude. Come on. They obviously are. It doesnt make it a bad thing but, theres no sense denying it. I have no complaints about this thread, I loved every story in it. Personally, I'm not one for human/gnoll relationships and stopped reading when things got fluttery but, I still liked the rest of the story.

    Its still furry though, or could easily be seen as furry.
    >> /d/eviating Ca/tg/irl 03/01/10(Mon)07:59 No.8342610

    Could be seen as, yes, but Gnolls have been a stock monster for ages.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)07:59 No.8342612
    Wow, thread moved from great (even though the subject matter, "humany fuck yeah" does not interest me, I can recognise a good ´post when I read one), to shit in record time.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:00 No.8342616
    I know, and I see where you'e coming from but, its the same way dragons and nagas are counted as furry.
    >> /d/eviating Ca/tg/irl 03/01/10(Mon)08:02 No.8342626

    .....what the hell. I have NEVER heard either of those called furry, before.


    Very much would enjoy if you would keep going, but, don't gotta.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:02 No.8342629
    >Gnolls have been a stock monster for ages.

    Antropomorphic animals have been around since at least ancient egypt. That doesn't mean they're not considered furry nowadays.

    Also, if it includes sex, it's definetly furry.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:03 No.8342631
    I didn't just stop at the several inches I could manage with my throat; I licked as much of her as I could, taking my sweet time and making sure she was thoroughly wet. It wasn't just for her pleasure – she's a lot bigger than I can take, and even as wet as I was I didn't want to have her bite me again if she ended up rubbing herself dry in me if she went as deep as she liked to. But she wouldn't get off on that either, or at least, not as much as most people would expect.

    No, it was when I pulled back and pushed my tongue inside the opening of her shaft that she gasped and grabbed the table and the chair. That was what she really needed. I sucked on the outside, but I pushed her into my mouth and my tongue into her as far as I could, and she hissed air through her teeth as her body tensed above mine. I could feel her muscles contracting around my tongue, and it was a lot of work to tongue-fuck her while she face-fucked me, but I'd had practice. And exercising didn't hurt. I closed my eyes, enjoying the velvety feel of her belly with one hand, the softness my lips held, and the strange, musky flavor of her sex around my tongue.

    When she came, she yelped, rapidly, multiple times. It was loud enough to hurt my ears in the kitchen, and I said another prayer to the deities that we didn't have neighbors yet. She relaxed a little, and then pulled me up, actually lifting me onto her lap as she pulled my pants down. I slipped my shoe-less foot free of my pants, and she had me on her and impaled before I was really ready for it. It was my turn to yelp, but I tried to relax, letting her guide me over her shaft. Killian could easily hold me up for some time, and I laid my arms against her rows of breasts, and let her slide her length in and out of me.
    >> dice2 03/01/10(Mon)08:03 No.8342637
    I must sound like Russ when I say "who cares". It's a gnoll, it's a rather old fantasy creature. It's not some fursona yiff-fox-wolff-cat bullshit.

    This thread is more than a day old mate. There's no records broken here.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:04 No.8342640
    >I have NEVER heard either of those called furry, before.


    Well, scalies. Same thing.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:05 No.8342651
    >This thread is more than a day old mate.

    And by record time, I mean it's the longest any thrad on /tg/ has stayed on the board without turning to shit.

    Every thread on /tg/ turns to shit eventually. This just took long.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:05 No.8342653
    Mods werent to happy with me when I did a dragonborn girl dump in the name of JUSTICE a little while back so, we have to run by thier definition.

    Hell, I think half the problem is that the term 'furry' encompasses all aspects of the fetish, from anthromorphic animals to fursuiters.
    >> /d/eviating Ca/tg/irl 03/01/10(Mon)08:06 No.8342654

    Ok, yeah, have heard that, but, only RARELY. most people are not the dumb.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:06 No.8342657
    Hooooolleeeeee Crap, nice work.

    Fuckin SAVED!
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:06 No.8342661
    >It's a gnoll, it's a rather old fantasy creature. It's not some fursona yiff-fox-wolff-cat bullshit.

    It's a human sucking the pseudopenis of an anthropomorphic hyena.
    >> /d/eviating Ca/tg/irl 03/01/10(Mon)08:07 No.8342664

    Well, to be fair, it's a BLUE BOARD, as much as we ignore it, normally. That means porn of ANY kind.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:08 No.8342669
    If it includes sex, it's furry/scalie.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:08 No.8342673
    Grinning at me, she let her tongue slide under my sweater, her breath hot and spicy along my face as she licked the upper sides of my breasts. She was ignoring my sweater, and I didn't have the chance to say anything because she bumped my cervix, making me cry out again from the pain. Still, the pain wasn't all bad and she had me coming before too long. She held me against her, her harms sliding under my ass to support me, her length still in me by a few inches. Killian wouldn't be completely relaxed for hours, and we would probably have another go or two.

    “What....what was that for?” I asked breathlessly, as the pleasure started to fade to a dull ache deep inside from too many bumps.

    “I got the promotion at the company. I'm night shift supervisor, hon.” I grinned and kissed her again, though this was just along her muzzle, where her lips were. She lolled her tongue at me and I laughed softly. “So, you'll be getting that new computer.”

    I smiled and shook my head. “Actually, I want something else.” She lifted her eyebrows at me, which, while comical, is not a really good idea to laugh at. It means she's about to bite or she's unpleasantly surprised. “You see....I was thinking about it, and they have the sounding rods at the kink store online.” She lowered her eyebrows, and I squeezed her sex a little with my own. “They're rods you put into the urethra. Or cervix. And, you know...you can lock them in place.” Her frown is a little like a dog baring it's teeth, but with less muzzle wrinkling. She wasn't getting it.

    “MY cervix, not yours. She when you are inside me, the sound goes inside you?”

    THEN she got it. I figured I'd be getting those medical sounding rods shortly.

    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:08 No.8342674
    They were a stock monster yes. An unpopular stock monster that was used because older editions couldn't comprehend a level 2 kobold.

    The only reason why they have any popularity instead of mere notoriety, is because of furries and the implication that gnolls have a pseudo-penis. Mostly because furries love futa.
    >> dice2 03/01/10(Mon)08:10 No.8342682
    Sounds rather tame, doesn't it?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:11 No.8342693
    >and the implication that gnolls have a pseudo-penis.

    YOu know, the thing about the stock fantasy monster... They're not viewed in a sex-related contest. So you could talk about gnoll, their culture, their role in a campaign...

    But when you start feitishizing them and discussing pseudo-penises, that's when you're into furry territory.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:12 No.8342705
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    Done. And you can thank
    for pissing me off enough to actually get this one done. quickly. I'm going to go drown my pain in alcohol now.

    BTW, this is a female hyena. That is her pseudopenis. And yes, the male has to try and shove his cock in the tip. It's also where she'll give birth.

    Not a whole lot of them survive that.
    >> /d/eviating Ca/tg/irl 03/01/10(Mon)08:13 No.8342710
    Grumph. An argument I'm not up to, right now. Tired.


    Thanks for the story. 'twas good.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:13 No.8342712
    >Sounds rather FURRY, doesn't it?

    I personnally don't mind, but denying gnolls (at least feitishized gnolls) are furry is kinda dumb.

    They have fur, they're being sexualised, and they are totally /d/ material. Sounds furry.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:13 No.8342713
    Would have left out the other races

    otherwise good
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:15 No.8342733
    Fetish? not really.

    Biology. Anthro hyenas are depicted as herms, gnoll females are depicted as herms. This takes a gnoll and goes into the biology of sex and relationships. It's a lot weirder and less sexy than the furry community prefers to think of it as.

    I actually did research on hyenas for a werehyena story I was co-writing. This stuff is closer to factual gnoll/hyena sex than anythign else written yet.

    Except for, you know, real hyena sex dissertations.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:18 No.8342743
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    >> dice2 03/01/10(Mon)08:19 No.8342749
    Cheers, thanks. I doubt this thread will live until the archive is back, and it would probably be downvoted pretty quickly anyway. But it's still good.

    I liked the slice of life stuff at the start especially.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:20 No.8342752
    If one photograph of a hyena counts as spamming furryporn, I'll stop now.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:21 No.8342759
    Why do you feel the need to show other people what a hyena's penis looks like in the first place?

    Just stop posting altogether and kill yourself
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:21 No.8342760
    I'm sorry, but when you start discussing the biology of sex and relationships of a anthropomorphic animal, that's furry culture, right there. Trust me, I'd know. (wink wink)

    Specially when you write a fapfic about it.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:21 No.8342767
    Ahhh, the joys of real life fucked up biology.

    and to all the writefags in this thread: NICE!
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:21 No.8342768
    I only made it porn because anon pissed me off. Turnabout is fair play.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:22 No.8342773

    Did you really feel it was nessesary to show other people what a hyena pseudo penis looked like?

    Couldn't you just linked at wikipedia or something?

    polite sage because I don't want to look at it again.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:23 No.8342775
    I wonder if we can get a drawfag to draw a picture of Chrissy holding up her sweater and showing off the teethmarks on her waist where Killian bit her once.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:24 No.8342786
    There are much worse things out there on the internet. Man up.
    >> Gornod Bearmaul 03/01/10(Mon)08:25 No.8342791

    well, a hyena she-dick. My life is now complete.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:26 No.8342802
    That's not an excuse for your deluded fetishes to be present on a worksafe board related to traditional games.

    Take it to /an/ or /b/
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:26 No.8342804
    >There are much worse things out there on the internet.
    I don't go to /b/, and I'd like to not see a pseudopenis on /tg/, thank you very much.

    Also, trying to justify posting shit because "oh lawdy I've seen worse" is stupid
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:31 No.8342832
    Being a little bitch and complaining about things you dont like being in places you visit is stupid.

    Oh no, a 40k thread, I better sage.

    What makes you think that its my fetish? Theres nothing attractive about hyena-psuedococks, in my opinion.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:33 No.8342849

    Because /an/ isnt worksafe, amirite? The topic was where gnolls got their appearance from and why people dipicted them with a psuedopenis. Somone explained that they are based on hyenas and hyenas have that biological trait. Seems pretty related to me.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:35 No.8342868
    I bet you're a furry

    Why else would you be compelled to bring it up?

    Also, using 40k as an example is silly, because, you know, it's actually a traditional game instead of a hyena cock
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:36 No.8342876
    I concur. He's most likely a furfag in denial. See them a lot.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:37 No.8342879
    Xiombarg's Storyteller is known for being a furry, depraved, a lunatic, and bitchy.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:43 No.8342907
    Because /an/ isnt worksafe, amirite?
    >at least it's on topic
    The topic was where gnolls got their appearance from and why people dipicted them with a psuedopenis.
    >Last I checked it was a thread about a dragon?

    Somone explained that they are based on hyenas and hyenas have that biological trait. Seems pretty related to me.
    >In /tg/? go fuck yourself
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:48 No.8342938
    The same reason you made such a large deal out of something that is pretty much natural.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:48 No.8342942
    Sure is resorting to name calling rather than addressing the argument. Nice one.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:50 No.8342950
    >Last I checked it was a thread about a dragon?
    Scroll down buddy, the topic changed.

    >In /tg/? go fuck yourself
    Yes, in /tg/, where monster discussion is primarily found.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:54 No.8342981
    Stupid otherkin fuckers
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 03/01/10(Mon)08:56 No.8342997
    Can we just make up a story right on the spot about this kind of post-apocalyptic thingy-wingy? I like post-apocs.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)08:57 No.8343014
    Give me a scenario, I'll give you three posts of relevant material.
    >> dice2 03/01/10(Mon)08:58 No.8343018
    What do you mean?
    >> sagefag 03/01/10(Mon)09:02 No.8343051
    Thread successfully derailed into trolling.

    I'm the hero /tg/ deserved.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:06 No.8343083
    An elf living in East Berlin some time during the cold war.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:07 No.8343086
    Give me an idea you would like to see in the setting, and I'll give you three post-lengths of story about it.

    E.G. the Trinity incident exposition above.

    Don't bother asking for porn though. I won't do it.
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 03/01/10(Mon)09:08 No.8343102
    It's been a while since I visited this place. The old cafe is still standing after all these years. Though I can definitely see that nobody has cleaned it, ever since that day. The tables are still upright, the counter still standing, although the fake ivies have been replaced by real ones. Out of courtesy, I knocked on the door, but I didn't expect it to fall down, sending a cloud of dust down the empty tables and chairs. "Whoops. Sorry." I said to the void. I looked behind the counter. "What's the special flavor today, chief?" I spoke to a rather large coffee tree, which has broken through the roof. "Arabica, eh? Same as always." I reached for some of its small, tasty fruit, and grabbed a vacant cup from the cupboards, some of which have been used as warrens for mice and other small mammals. A couple of birds flew away from the tree when I yanked some coffee fruit loose. "Didn't mean to scare away some of your customer, chief-" I cleaned the cup and turned on the faucet. "-but I can't help it if it's self-service." The water's warm. So that means the local town mainframe is still self-maintaining. I quickly brew a good cup of Arabica coffee, no sugar of course. On my way out to sit on the streetside table, I spotted one of the drones. Funny thing, them drones.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:11 No.8343115
    Hitler had an entire department of Necromancers, they were coming up with excuses to kill people because they needed more bones for the front line.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:15 No.8343128
    That would put an interesting twist on the holocaust.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:17 No.8343137
    He walked silently among the buildings. They were grey, and silent now, the lights dim and few. The end of the war had brought about the retreat of the armies to their respective homes. But there were fewer people to return home, and fewer still that could run the plants that gave energy to power the lights. Fortunately, the winters of Berlin had always been cold, and wood was still plentiful, much as it pained him to admit it.

    He paused, looking into the entryway of a garage, where A voluptuous woman seduced a healthy looking man into giving up his precious Deutchmarks. To the dark, eerie eyes that watched, her lashing tail and talon-tipped wings, and the long, elegant horns betrayed her nature, just as the pulsing red heat of the man's lusts betrayed his. He moved on, silently as he arrived, allowing them finish the first part of their transaction in peace.

    Not all the changes had been for the better.
    >> Indonesian Gentleman 03/01/10(Mon)09:19 No.8343148
    I've seen them since my last visit here. Looks like the town's mainframe has grown lonely, and designed these drones to replace the humans which used to be here. I waved to it. It waved back, and I yelled a bit. "How's the weather?" It slowly walked toward me from across the street, looking to the left and the right for nonexistent traffic. "Moisture 21%. Temperature 36.7 degrees average. Sunlight exceeds 70%. Category would be a nice day, human." It sat next to me, its hollow metal body sounding a bit creaky. "How's the Mainframe doing?" "Madam is currently happy. She had you in her sensors since you entered town. She wanted to speak to you, traveler." Its voice crackles a bit, and then replaced with another synthetized voice, this one more vibrant and feminine than before. "Long time no see, wanderer. Enjoying your visit?" "Yes, Madam. I see you're still running the town." "Now about that thing you promised me you'd tell. Did you remember what you promised last time you were here?" "I do, Madam. I do."
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:21 No.8343155
    Thank you!
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:23 No.8343167
    He moved on, silently surveying his pastures. A mother consoled her daughter, singing her a lullaby. That the mother was more insectoid than humanoid did not matter, nor that the infant was little more than a misshapen, oblong grub the size of a large dog. The song was ancient and beautiful, though human ears could not have heard it. He paused, enjoying the melody, letting it drift to him from the open window.

    She would not be heard - her voice was pitched far too high for that. There were few others who could hear it, save the dogs. But there were fewer of those loyal companions in the city. They were fiercely loyal, and many had died protecting their masters. Still, there were a few, a stronger, hardier, saner breed that would be good for man and monster alike.

    Not all the changes were for the worse.

    Silently he moved on, leaving no footprints, no memory of his passage.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:33 No.8343211
    The silent figure moved on, his clothing, though light, protecting him against the winter's chill. The slender figure paused once more in its travel, observing a huddled mass of goblins, covering themselves in rags and shivering as one in a garage beneath one of the abandoned buildings. The pair of policemen, fit, strong men, once of the military with their blond hair and blue eyes, paused in their nightly patrol, blowing on gloved hands, and looking at the mass of huddled green and brown and black. The goblins stopped shivering, almost as one. The older of the two humans nudged his friend, and though they moved on, their eyes were angered, hateful. The goblins resumed shivering, no longer ready to tear flesh from bone and consume the raw meat of those who would threaten their safe haven.

    Tomorrow there would be guns and men with paper, evictions and threats. It would undouvbtedly end in bloodshed, for the monsters did not rule this city.

    Not by the reckoning of humankind.

    The ancient creature finished its travel at an old building, abandoned even before the war. A woman huddled under the lamp nearby, another streetwalker, but this one truly human. The elf silently stepped up behind the woman, and breathed into her face, though she did not see him. Her eyes closed, and she slowly slumped. Her dreams would be filled with light and warmth, and when she woke, she would be different, stronger, and perhaps, a little more ready for this new world. She woould not remember what she had been entirely, but would know what she must do next. Tomorrow, there would be another tenement building in the old city being reclaimed, the dust fae driven out, the windows fixed, the electricity made to run. She would gather others, human and not, and there would be one more safe haven to take the place of those lost to vendetta, another soul strengthened as one weak one was taken.

    Sometimes, change was necessary.

    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:35 No.8343225


    >> Indonesian Gentleman 03/01/10(Mon)09:38 No.8343240
    Then comes the question I knew she'd ask me. "How come you are the one left?" I sighed a bit, and although it was a past memory, it's still a sensitive subject to be told. "You remember when the day comes? you know, The Day?" "Yes. My memory banks still remembers it as it were yesterday. That day, at exactly 3:07 PM, every single human had simply disappeared. Then, 67,891 days later, you came by this town." "Yes. That was our first meeting." I inhaled a bit of the damp spring morning. "I have witnessed it all. The blinding light, the horn being blown, and sudden disappearance of everybody. I was at the epicenter. Then a figure in white approached me. It said I've been cursed." "Cursed? Malignant status caused by outside interference?" "More exactly, it said that I've been cursed with immortality." "I... I think I'm beginning to understand." I sip some of my coffee. "Then the figure disappeared, leaving me awake in my own house. But nobody was there. Not my parents, not my neighbors visiting, just emptiness. It was a couple of months before I wandered away." "I see." Then we proceeded to share stories. About the treasures I collected, or tried to collect, and how she managed to gain conscience, and logging meticulously what happened in her town. The sun arcs across the sky, and it's my time to go. "I'm afraid I must go now, Madam. It's been nice being able to chat with you." "Wait. One last question before your departure. Do you think you will really live forever?" "Can't see why not. I've tried killing myself some time now, and I always come back alive." "Good to know. You are always welcome in this town." "Bye now." "Bye."
    In her last word, I can sense peace.
    I placed the cup back in its shelf, and took my waking stick. I think I'll visit next century.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:38 No.8343243
    Elf that Obama wishes he were, maybe.
    >> dice2 03/01/10(Mon)09:50 No.8343294
    The trinity test was months after Germany surrendered. It's probably for the best too, since it moves most of the very sensitive holocaust subject out of reach, so to speak.

    I'm off to bed, thanks for all your writing in this thread Xiombarg's Storyteller. I wish I could write like that.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)09:58 No.8343352
    I think that was part of the idea -to keep history basically similar without dealing with human stupidity in every way.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)12:11 No.8344507
    I just want to say nice job to everyone that wrote a piece in this thread.
    Very nice pieces in here.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)12:12 No.8344517
    You're welcome.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)12:22 No.8344616
    Bump for relevance.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)13:11 No.8345088
    I don't think I ever cared that they were here. I don't think I was ever really scared when I first saw one. I grew up thinking "Just a part of lfie" and knew that it was the way it is. I thought that through school, through taking the bar test, and through joining Hammerfist, Stevensberg, Smythe, and Gorp. I was a decent defense attorney. I really liked to think that. I got people good sentences. I got an orc who knocked over a liquor store fifteen months and two years probation, some of it even through AA counseling. Felt good, I suppose.

    I was always the guy they went to, too. An immigrant worker who needed certainty of his immigration. The gang bangers who saw me as the go to guy to get sympathy from a jury. It didn't matter I was three feet tall, green as the grass, a row full of sharp teeth, a nose "Bigger'n a jew's", or had elongated fingers, but lacking a ring finger. I did a good job, and was able to get people through their crisis in court.

    The humans would say that Justice is blind. She once had great eyes and seeing that having them clouded her vision, probably blindfolded herself to stay impartial. That all are equal under her sightless gaze. I like to think once in a while, she takes a peek from under that. Would probably explain why the hell we're here.

    I had a recent case of a Faery doing some nasty shit to an elf. Claimed royal amnesty. It didn't fly, but now I -Have- to deal with the Faerie Courts. I wonder if they're as blind, or love to gawk at everything like the flitty fuckers they are.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)15:01 No.8346247
    This thread has some of the best writefaggotry and one of the most kinky fapfics I have seen in quite a while.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)16:37 No.8347419
    wow, this thing is still alive?

    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)16:38 No.8347430
    Not this shit again. I thought you were banned during the GLORIOUS FURRY PURGE
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)18:22 No.8349036
    LoL Wut?
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)19:27 No.8350201
    bump for the thread still living.
    >> Anonymous 03/01/10(Mon)19:56 No.8350751
    Even the gnolldykes weren't too bad. good thread, /tg/

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