The Future RPGC...

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(title pending)
By d_Galloway

Twenty-five years have passed in RPGC. After several long years of evil beings and countless battles, the beloved site has been enjoying a golden era of peace and prosperity. Finally, it got to be that the vigilance many had shown in the past had vanished. Only a few defenders remained to watch over RPGC.

Needless to say, bad things would begin to happen.

Val took a seat on the chair by the door, waiting patiently. Her appearance had never changed over all these years, a side-effect of her former status as an immortal. The years without any kind of fighting had taken a toll on her; all she did now was hang around the house and raise her children. All except one…

The door swung open. A young man with an average appearance and build entered the house. He looked very little like Val, but still had her cold, calculating eyes. He threw a bag to the side and shouted, “Mom! I’m home!”

Val cringed. “You don’t have to fucking scream! I’m right here!”

“Sorry, mom,” he said, “but I thought you would be smarter than to sit next to the door. Only a complete moron would stay over there!”

Val’s eyes began to burn almost immediately. She pulled Gungnir from her side and stabbed the man in the arm. She then pulled him by the ear into the next room, where they each took a seat staring across from each other.

“What is it now, mother dear?” asked the man.

“Ryelandt,” said Val, “you’re a young man now, so it’s time for you to prove yourself.”

“What do you mean?” asked Ryelandt. “I can survive a stab from Gungnir, a slash from the Kris Knife, and staring at a naked photo of you for an hour. What else do I need to do?”

Val pulled out a knife and stabbed Ryelandt in the arm again. “Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to kill all of my ex-husbands. Until they are dead, you may never return.”

“What?” asked Ryelandt. “Nobody knows where the hell they all are!”

“All right,” said Val, “I’ll let you come back if you kill the husband I hate the most: d Galloway.”

“What?” asked Ryelandt. “Do you mean THE d Galloway? Do you think I’m a fucking moron or something?”

Val then grabbed Ryelandt and threw him out the door. “And don’t come back until he’s dead!”

(to be continued)

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That’s… uhh… mighty colourful language there ^^;

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My, my, twenty-four years sure made Val evil it seems… >_>

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I hope I’m still alive in 24 years. I am a vampire afterall.

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Originally posted by Karlemagne
I hope I’m still alive in 24 years. I am a vampire afterall.

You are? I figured you were a goat or something.

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*Points charle to the link where you can see the basis for this story*

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Originally posted by Weiila
My, my, twenty-four years sure made Val evil it seems… >_>

I know! This sucks, I don’t stab and slash people as a sign of love! I do it to people who I want dead! And the day I want a child of mine dead is theday I let Glenton kill me!

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Val: It did say that there had been a long peace, i.e. that there hadn’t been anything for you to kill in a few years probably…

Getting edgy perhaps? :stuck_out_tongue:

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How many husbands? Did Val become a wife ho? O.o

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Besides the fact that RPGC would never last through 24 years of peace:mwahaha: it’s looking good D.

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Originally posted by Crotanks
How many husbands? Did Val become a wife ho? O.o

I’ve got three current husbands, two past ones, and I don’t know HOW many consorts!

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Excuse me while I die of laughter… :hahaha;

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Originally posted by Valkyrie Esker
I’ve got three current husbands, two past ones, and I don’t know HOW many consorts!

Ooooh. So you DID become a wife ho?

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Wait… 24 years, and Val is STILL alive…

And I didn’t sign up for this one… oh dear god, d is going to say she managed to kill me permanently…

Damn me and my laziness!

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Whoa now, I better be alive in 24 years.

This is actually pretty cool, keep it going.

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This could be interesting…

I would have signed up, exept that I highly doubt that I could EVER procreate, online or otherwise. ^^;

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I didn’t even notice a sign up…

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Originally posted by GG Crono 4
[b]This could be interesting…

I would have signed up, exept that I highly doubt that I could EVER procreate, online or otherwise. ^^; [/b]

GG, as long as I am around, that’s proof that ANYONE can procreate online!

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Ryelandt got back to his feet and pulled the knife and spear out of his arm. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a large roll of bandages, and began to wrap them around his huge wounds as he left the small town. The long road wound its way through trees and over rivers, leading west to the Mountains of Sorcerer. He had heard that the mountain range was one of Galloway’s favorite spots, due to the inhospitable terrain and peaceful quiet. That seemed to be one of the best places to start.

He followed the road until sundown, where he reached the mountain pass. He began to climb the steep, ramp-like road, which was littered with thousands of small rocks and a few hundred large boulders, some of which had to be pushed out of the way. By the time he reached a large plateau, he was nearly dead from exhaustion.

Then he saw a small campfire nearby, as well as a pair of tents. A man was sitting on a dead log next to the fire, his back turned to Ryelandt. His red hair was kept in a small ponytail that reached to his neck, and he wore a kind of red cloak. Finally, Ryelandt realized who this was: d Galloway himself.

He pulled out his knife and snuck up behind Galloway. He was about to move it along his throat when Galloway reached his hand up and hit Ryelandt in the face with his pinky finger. Ryelandt went flying into a nearby cliff wall.

“Okay, Mr. Idiot,” said Galloway, “why are you trying to kill me?”

“How’d you know I was there?” asked Ryelandt.

“You weren’t moving silently enough,” said Galloway. “That, and you tripped the trip wire that was connected with my hand.” Ryelandt looked around, and saw a small wire attached to Galloway’s hand, which led to a tiny hook in the cliff wall.

“Nice contraption,” said Ryelandt, “but what if I do…THIS!” He jumped at Galloway, only to get kicked in the side of the face. He flew into the ground, creating a bunch of dust. Standing over him was a young, red-haired teenage girl, wearing a red cloak and silver armor.

“You little loser!” she shouted. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“Shut up, woman!” shouted Ryelandt. “I’m just doing my job!”

“He’s right,” said Galloway. “A couple hundred people try to kill me every day. That’s why I stay here, anyway.” He finally turned around, and Ryelandt saw his face. It was actually that of a fairly young man, except for a large scar going down one cheek. He was wearing some silver armor, like the girl.

“What’s your name?” asked Galloway.

“Ryelandt,” said Ryelandt, “son of Valkyrie Esker, the greatest warrior to have ever lived.”

Galloway’s eyes opened, and he smiled. “Little Ryelandt. How you’ve grown.”

“What do you mean?” asked the girl. “Do you know this guy?”

“I should,” said Galloway. “He’s your brother, actually.”

(to be continued)

NEXT TIME: More plot is revealed!

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Woo, I have Mountains.

Kick ass.