This is the one that’s going to take the win for the whole contest.
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chaptah 1 will be out when I feel like it
I agree.
the absolute effort that I put into this
CHAPTAH 1 IS OUT BABY
along with some revisions to the prolog
how rude
thank u
Really good story!
CHAPTER 2 IS OUT!
amazing
the thirst games can't compare to this
this is too good
prolog- sips tea
there was a man.
sips tea.
man (to himself): "interesting."
he is out of tea.
man (to himself): "this is so sad, alexa play despacito."
he broke his teacup.
man (to himself): "you fool, you absolute buffoon"
chaptah 1- bying anothah teacup
the man buys another teacup.
he goes back to his house. he is out of tea.
he buys another tea.
sips tea.
man: "ah. this is good tea."
suddenly, the tea turns into a coffee.
man: "nani"
coffee: "you fool. you absolute buffoon. you muffinhead. you potatobrain. do you realize what you've done? you've been utterly and absolutely bamboozled by the absolute mastery that is me executing this play. you thought you even had a smidge of a chance, but you never have. i've been running circles around you the whole time. bow down to me peasant. for you have just been outplayed in every way imaginable."
the man dies to death
this is very sad
chaptah 2- bagels
there is another man who happened to live in the other house right next to the original man
the another manbuys a toaster, a bucket of cheese, and whipped cream, and an infinite pot of bagels
the another man toasts 2 slices of bagel
the another man opens the bucket of cheese
the another man applies the whipped cream, creating cream cheese using the power of magic
the another man consumes the bagels using his mouth
the another man feels his body morphing
the another man is now the reincarnation of Jesus
"ALEXAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"
chaptah 3- i don't like pahties
a fashionable man with a big freakin mustache who is swirling a glass of fine wine sits at a table with two chairs. on the table lays a board of chess, where he plays chess. there is a window in front of him, showing a wild disco going on.
the fashionable man takes a long breath. almost a sigh. "i don't like paaahties."
"this town always sponsors discos. dancing. alco-" he looks at the glass of wine in his hands and cuts himself off. "it is childish and immat-" he pauses and pulls out a big freakin thesaurus, flipping through the pages. "ah! it is childish and INFANTILE to me."
he leans forward, inspecting the chess board with 4 queens and a king for white, while black has a lone king. "i always bring my chess and gomuku set there. most of the time i find someone to play with. doesn't matter the skill level." the fashionable man swiftly moves one of his four queens to checkmate black. he smiles and looks up, having finally beat his opponent (nobody is there).
"we play... sparring games. when you play well, even if you lose, you get a certain type of... respect." he takes back two moves, moves the black king, and checkmates it again.
"myyYYyyy concept of fun... which I do at a picnic I hold every year... i play chess, and that gives me a platform to talk about culture, philosophy... and life..." the fashionable man swooshes his wine around more, taking a sip.
"i feel very... alien on this planet." the disco rampages in the house he sees. everybody is cha cha sliding. "i am smart enough (189 IQ on the Mensa online test, if you'd like to know. the free version, of course.) to know that different people have different interests. but loud music... mechanically produced..." the fashionable man seems to say mechanically with a tone of disgust, "'dancing...'" the fashionable man says that with air quotes, "and dri-" he looks down at the wine in his hand again, and quickly skips to the next line, "are not even interests in my book.
"dancing as an art form dancing is an interest, like to you go to a school and learn to dance, even if it is break dancing, that's an interest, that's an art." says the moustached fashionable man, as the disco ramps up in insanity, as molotov cocktails are thrown around.
"martial arts is an art. music that you play yourself is an art. crocheting, sewing, gardening, breeding puppies, those are arts. literature, even movies are art." he hears the blipping of c4 and the explosion of grenades. the house in front of him is going wild.
"if i look around and i see bars and discos, i see a big version of babies, instead of shaking their rattles and drinking milk, they're rattling their boom box and drinking from their alcohol bottles." the house he's watching is destroyed now. he sips his wine. everybody in it seems dead. pff. the fools. they should've been playing chess like a fashionable person.
"i don't like the world I am surrounded by. that's my polite saying of i don't like the people i'm surrounded by. at least most of them are dead."
suddenly, that Jesus guy from chapter 2 descends from the heavens and resurrects everybody by giving them bagels. "Jesus has granted you a second life. use it wisely. maybe take out the pompous guy over in that house."
then Jesus floats away, to be seen again another day.
chaptah 4- cha cha real smooth
a tomato, a pin, a small child with a knife, a bird, and a minecraft note block stand in a circle.
suddenly, DJ casper magically spawns in the center of this circle.
"THIS IS THE START OF SOMETHIN' NEW! THE CASPER SLIDE PAHRT TWO!"
~in progress~