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10-09-2010, 08:28 AM
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Nice job so far, Gabe. I like that I get to abuse Bwind. AND he's old. bwahaha. Daddy.
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10-09-2010, 01:39 PM
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Your description of me is perfect.
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10-11-2010, 05:23 PM
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when is the next part coming?
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10-12-2010, 08:52 AM
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Tonight, once I've finished all my homework :)
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10-12-2010, 11:17 AM
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sweet cant wait.
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10-12-2010, 03:04 PM
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Part 3
Opening credits roll. Cut to the guests sitting around the table having just finished their meal. They're chatting merrily to each other whilst Ferretchucker clears away the plates, casting glares at the happy folk. Doc Faustus stands up and clears his throat. The people continuing chatting. He looks down at Friday13thFan and winks, who then nods back at him.
Doc: Just like in Venice. F13F: Do it. Ferretchucker looks up and catches sight of Doc lifting up a glass. He begins to shout in protest but too late: Doc launches the glass at the far wall, shattering it into a hundred pieces. The rooms goes deathly quiet. Doc: Glad that got your attention, it's a little trick I picked up whilst on my travels. In particular, it is when F13F here and I were in Venice, I closing a deal to sell my house there. It was on that trip that I choked on an olive. For some strange reason the "universal" sign for choking doesn't apply to the Venetians, who stood gawking at me. I have no idea what they think I was doing. Anyway, were it not for my now good friend here I would surely have choked. F13F: All in a days work. A faint laughter goes around the room. Doc: Which is my point exactly. At some point in my life, I have come across each of you, and upon those meetings you have in some way, shape or form saved my life. I am in the greatest debt a man can be, and it is to over a dozen and a half people! Unfortunately, I cannot offer-Ferret! What are you doing? Ferretchucker is leaning down, sweeping up the smashed class. Ferretchucker: I believe I am cleaning the floor...sir. You seem to have accidentally broken one of your crystal classes... Doc: Leave it! It makes for good effect! Go, now, prepare the rooms. Ferretchucker sighs and walks slowly from the room. Doc: As I was saying, I would love to pay you each in the currency of "life", but that is not accepted at many banks as of yet. Instead, I will settle for the next best thing. My life has had it's ups and downs and currently, I am in a lull. All I have to my name is...this house. By tomorrow night at midnight I shall have declared my heir, and they shall have this house. In the mean time, I simply want to know you all once more. Time is a cruel mistress with a veil that shields that which she passes. I have forgotten many voices, many mannerisms and I will use this time to get reacquainted with them. From there, I shall choose my successor. Good luck. The hall is deathly silent. Doc looks around at the guests with a slight smile on his face. The silence lingers for a few seconds longer. The Return lets out a heavy breath and chuckles slightly. The Return: My, oh, my. It's so quiet in here you could hear a pin drop. At that precise moment, a small bronze nail falls from the ceiling above. The Return, puzzled, leans forward and looks at the pin. His eyes widen with terror as he suddenly looks up. The Return: MOVE! He dives out of the way, as do those sitting around him just as the huge chandelier above comes crashing down onto the table. Wood splinters everywhere and plates smash. Everybody is frozen by terror at what they've just seen. Hurried footsteps sound from just outside and Ferretchucker appears at the door. His mouth drops open at the sight before him. He tries to speak but can't find the words. Doc: Could you..erm...get the broom perhaps, Ferretchucker? Silence for a second, then MissMacabre begins laughing slightly, Murderdoll follows suit. The laughter spreads across the room until it is filled entirely by chuckles and guffaws. Cut to a shot of Murderdoll walking up the corridor which holds the bedrooms. She knocks on one of the doors. It opens, revealing a startled Zack. Without a word, Murderdoll slinks in, smiling slightly. Cut to the gardens where The Return and Chronogrl wander. The grass is unkempt and the trees are rotting, clearly not treated for a long time. The walls of the houses crumbling are far more visible now. The Return: I rather think I get along well with your father, do I not? Chronogrl: Oh, Return. Truly, you mustn't worry of such things. Father is an overgrown hedgehog when it comes down to it. Bit prickly on the surface but underneath that cover there's a creature of true softness. She looks everywhere but him, taking in her surroundings with great interest. The Return: I know, I know. He's a wonderful gentleman and a figure of great admiration. Chrono: Eugh. Must you speak of him in such a way? She turns to look at The Return. Chrono; He's just a man, an ordinary man who did some great things. Really though, he isn't some sort of God. The Return: Ever so sorry, I didn- There is a slight thudding sound from behind Chrono. The Return: What on Earth is that? He's looking over Chronogrl's shoulder. She spins around and sees a small shape on the ground. Bright lights shine up at her. She stares, perplexed for a moment, then it makes a sweet "meow" sound. Her eyes light up as she crouches to the ground. The cat tip toes towards her. In the moonlight, it is shown to be completely furless. Te Return gasps. The Return: What a revolting creature! Chronogrl: What? She's beautiful! The Return: Surely you can't be serious! Look at that monster! Chronogrl ignores him and continues stroking the cat. The Return ponders for a moment. The Return: And how did it make such a loud thud...? Cut to a shot of the empty, dark hallway. For a moment, everything is perfectly still. Then a scream! The shrill scream which echoes through the hallway. Doors swing open after a few seconds as people go to investigate. The screaming continues. The guests, led by V, get downstairs and rush to the source of the screaming: the dining room. The door is already open and the light on. Miss Macabre is curled against the wall, her hands covering her face. She shrieks. The rest of them look to what she is hiding from. On the far wall is Ferretchucker. He is dangling three feet off the floor, suspended by one of the long chandelier crystals driven up through his ribcage. Another crystal holds his arm slightly out to the side. However, the most horrific sight is the two words either side of him. They're scrawled ub blood, bloody which drips down the dusty walls. "MY HOUSE" Ending credits roll.
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10-12-2010, 03:21 PM
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Nice 3rd part. Looks like I took one of Newbs girls.:D
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10-12-2010, 08:19 PM
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Cool, very cool.
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10-13-2010, 04:36 AM
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Good stuff. Very nice beginning for an old dark house story.
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