I wasn't aware the game started until I just got ATPG's PM... oh well
I wasn't aware the game started until I just got ATPG's PM... oh well
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Atheotes was no fool. He knew that anyone attempting to kill would seek out targets that offered no resistance. Targets that were asleep, for example. Thus, he resolved that he would not sleep, not so long as infiltrators were killing his fellow tribesmen. He sat cross legged in the middle of his tent, a small fire burning in front of him. He steeled his gaze towards the blaze. "I won't fall sleep", he reassured himself. "I won't fall asleep as long as I stare into the flames." Though his chin dipped onto his chest, his eyes remained focus, glaring almost angrily into the fire. The seconds ticked by, oh so slowly, it seemed. How slowly indeed....
A young, fit man halted outside a tent. A faint glow emanated from the inside of the tent, while smoke plumed out of a hole in the top. The man seemed puzzled- was the occupant really still awake? The man inched towards the opening of the tent. He extended his neck and tilted his head, giving the slightest of peeks inside. The occupant was sitting squatted, staring at the fire. He seemed not to be moving. The man pulled his head back quickly. He waited for a second, to hear if the occupant was getting up, if he had been spotted. There seemed to movement. The man extended his left hand in front of the opening of the tent, waving it back and forth, then pulling it back. Still no movement coul be heard. The man rotated ont eh spot three hundred and sixty degrees, making sure nobody was about. He pulled a bow from his back, and an arrow from his quiver. He stepped lightly into the tent opening, this time in full view. He nocked the bow, and pulled the draw back, aiming at the comatose man sitting in front of the fire. Still, he was a bit puzzled as to why the occupant would not move. Shaking concern aside, the man let the string go....
Atheotes was adrift. Such freedom! He was riding his trusted steed across the sand. It was so unseasonably warm. And this sand, so white and pure. The pale blue ocean lapped gently on the flat, beautiful beach. And best of all, not a person to pester him! No one asking him for favors. No one attempting to take his life or possessions. Yes, this truly was a paradise, where he could ride and ride, free from all the binds of the world. His steed started to slow, and he gave it some slack on the reigns, as a reward for its previous service. As the horse trotted along, Atheotes spotted a very lage bird in the sky. He wondered vaguely what it might be. An eagle, perhaps? Or a hawk? He tilted his head in bewilderment was the bird changed its course; no longer soaring above him in the same direction, it tilted into speedy nosedive. It angled backwards- directly towards Atheotes. The bird came, faster and faster. He tried to pull the reigns back, to turn his steed in another direction, but the horse suddenly became obstinate. The bird was humoungous! It was easily larger than any animal he'd seen! He kicked his heels to the horse's side, desperate to get it going, but the horse remained solid in its stance. The bird extended its talons as it sped ever closer, and struck! The talons sunk into his chest. The pain was excruciating. As the bird took to the skies, Atheotes' eyes shot wide open.
His tent... he was still in his tent... yet the pain was very real. His head swiveled. An arrow was lodged in his chest. He could feel the head rammed through and past his rib cage. The opening to his tent was open, but nobody was there. Atheotes fell backwards, away from the fire in his tent. Blood continued to empty from his chest. He tried to yell for help, but the pain was too much. All he could manage were intermittent gasps of pain, separated by moments of silent pain as he gritted teeth and lay there. He wrenched a hand to his chest. He grabbed the arrow. He yanked on the arrow, attempting to mitigate the pain. The arrow came loose, and Atheotes screamed. The pain became a thousand times worse for an instant, before subsiding. However, the arrow had been too close to his heart- blood flowed out of the wound like a river. "Now, finally," Atheotes thought. "True Freedom...."
Once more I was awakened by a commotion outside of my tent. I groggily stepped out, feeling slightly depressed that, once more, I had been awakened by sunrise. I motioned to the guards outside my tent. I stumped off to where the council had been held yesterday. It seems that another had been killed. The vast majority of the camp was already there, as was Shinzei Khan. He glared at me, seeming to be irritated that I had taken as long as I did. He snapped at me to get over by his side once more, to record yet another adventurous council.
-- The Record of Zhang Qian.
Alive: 22
Askthepizzaguy
A Very Super Market
Beefy
Beskar
Caius
Chaotix
Death is Yonder
DJGingivtis
GeneralHankerchief
Gibsonsg91921
Ichigo
Jolt
Khazaar
Lord Winter
pevergreen
Reenk Roink
Sigurd
Splitpersonality
TinCow
Tratorix
White_eyes:D
YLC
Dead: 2
Yaropolk (N1)
Atheotes (N2)
Lynched: 1
FactionHeir (D1)
WoK'd: 0
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Last edited by seireikhaan; 07-20-2009 at 19:08.
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then, the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
Vote: YLC
Still trying to wash the scum from your vote selling out of my pores...
YLC: 1
The late Emperor Peter von Kastilien the Tyrant, Lamm der Wahrheit.
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it's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark
under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
you try to scream! but terror takes the sound before you make it
you start to freeze... as horror looks you right between the eyes...
you're paralyzed!
cause this is thriller!
thriller night
and no one's gonna save you from the beast about to strike
you know it's thriller!
thriller night
you're fighting for your life inside a... killer, thriller, toniiiight
Vote: Beskar
YLC: 1 (gibsonsg91921)
Beskar: 1 (Reenk Roink)
Last edited by Reenk Roink; 07-20-2009 at 02:17.
If only the pever rangers didn't start, then I could change my name to "pA Very Super Market".
Vote: Khazaar, because I can't see him, thus he does not exist.
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