The Chronicles of the Off Topic Lounge!
You can just write a chapter to become one big story, and you can write about anything you want, it doesn't mater, this is the Off Topic Lounge of Ice Sake!
*COMPETITION DATES:
Now, the first chapter competition starts at Friday, March 14.
The deadline will be Friday the 21st.
The competition will close Friday night
From Friday the 21st untill sunday the 23th will be a poll open, to decide which one is the best.
Then the poll will close that evening, and immedietly the competition starts again.
*COMPETITION RULES:
Each chapter has to be at least 300 words and most be less then 1500 words.
Stick to the deadlines. If you post past the deadline, you will not be
part of the competition.
When you have posted a chapter it is not allowed to change, unless it is some minor changes/grammar/names.
This topic is for input / comment purposes, so try not to turn this into a spam fest.
All other known SRF rules apply. No racism, no flaming, the whole
deal.
*REWARDS
The winner will be granted a nice title, but what the title will be is still a surprise
Story so far:
Chapter 1: By XemnasXD
XemnasXD wrote:I met her down in the old Off-Topic Lounge. She would drink champagne and it taste just like Coca-Cola. C-O-L-A....Cola. She walked up to me and asked me to dance. I responded in deep seductive voice, "No." She stared at me like i'd just slapped her, so slapped her, and now she had a reason for starring at me like that. She asked why i did that. I told her it was my tourettes which was a lie because i had my tourettes under perfect control. She felt sorry for me and decide to buy me a drink, i let her, then i walked away. Nobody buys XemnasXD a drink, not nobody, not no how. I wasn't in the Lounge for fun, I was here on business.
Me and my crew run a nice business you see. We sell flame-bait, quality stuff, the kind of stuff you'd snort off the chest some naked exotic woman with green hair and blue tattoos while she sang something by Rammstien and the Philadelphia Orchestra played background music in the foreground watching. You know, really freaky crazy good sh1t. But thats not all we do. You see when ppl buy our flame-bait they like to use it, they can't help it because once you drop some flame-bait someone comes along and drops some with you. Then you've got a nice flame war going on and post counts going up, tension is rising, adrenaline is pumping, babies are crying, women and flocking back to the kitchen ITS MADNESS!!!! Well we capitalize on the situation cause all that post count thats getting dropped is like solid gold. The more post count the higher your status and the consequently your e-penis, or e-cup-size if your a girl but there are no girls on the internet. Lets recap how the business works.
1. Sell flame-bait
2. Start flame-war
3. Collect post count
4. ?????????
5. profit!
I was in the OTL meeting with someone. Just in case things went bad i had the rest of my G-Unit set up all over the place. I had my right hand guy, Fena the Corp, playing the piano. The Ex-Corporal is a real mean S.O.B. who lost his eye doing something so illegal just thinking about it make me hug my kitty. He replaced his eye with a sub-mini-sub-Machine gun and covered it with a patch, no one ever sees the bullets coming. The muscle was at the bar having his sake. The katana at his side showed he meant business but the drunken expression on his face showed party. We called him kojito but after he's had a few drinks he only answers to Master-Kojito, he's deadly when he's sober and demonic when he's drunk. These guys were enough to take down any crew but to do what I had to do I needed something a bit softer, with a more feminine touch. I'd called in a favor that night and she was walking in the door now.
She was no ordinary piece of arm candy. Her blonde hair was tossed over the shoulders of the white cocktail dress she was wearing. She flashed her eyes and heads turned. She flashed her smile and ppl nearly fainted in awe. I knew better, that smile was a lie and probably the last thing any of her victims had seen b4 they took their last breaths. People knew her as Ame, i knew her as AmeLie. She was dressed to party but by her strut you could tell she was all business. She walked past the drooling rednecks and made straight for a booth by the far end of the lounge, the one I was at.
"Hey hun." I said putting on a smile
"Im not your hun," she retorted, "and wipe that stupid smile off your face, if something goes wrong we could all be in trouble."
"Relax babe, nothings going to go wrong, everythings set up perfectly, want a f4g?"
"No thanks, i don't smoke anymore and besides you've put on weight, from what i hear its clogged up the plumbing down there." she replied downing a shot to calm her nerves.
She was cold. Ice cold. I mean seriously that kind of remark was completely unnecessary she knows im sensitive about my weight and yeah maybe i was having some troubles with my night time activities but who was she to judge i mean really, so cold. Anyway i took another puff to help calm my nerves because the truth was i wasn't so relaxed myself. I understood why she was on her 6th shot of Jack Daniels. When you were meeting with who we were meeting with you never knew what could happen. I've heard some stories about the guy but only stories, theres no telling how much truth was in them. A burley man walked up to us. He had a cross around his neck and silver shades to match his silver hair. The only bouncer i knew who could kill 3 men with out dropping the bible he always carried in his left hand. BrokenSaint, he was our guys main enforcer.
"The Boss is glad you came. The Boss is pleased to see your lady friend as well. The Boss would like to invite both you into the back room, follow me."
I exchanged glances with AmeLie, we were both ready. We stood up from the table, Fena watched us go. If something went wrong he'd be ready. As we went into the back room Kojito raised his glass to us, good luck. We followed Saint passed velvet walls and black curtains, eerie doors and flashing lights. Finally we entered a blood red room filled with plush furniture. Sitting on a bean bag chair was a little boy with a laptop and small square glasses, his typing skills were amazing. What ever he was doing he paid no attention to us. Cruor. The legendary hacker our guy had at his disposal, one of his many valuable assets. Broken gestured for us to seat ourselves at a small round table at the center of the room. We waited for about 5 min with only the clicking of the keyboard to keep silence from coming. Then he walked in.
Half his face hidden by a mask, Phantom of the Opera style. His red hair was shoulder length and the wicked brow of his top hat was tipped with spikes. His suit was the same color red as the room and looked like something Willy Wonka would wear and Tim Burton designed. He tipped his hat, sat down and let his cane rest on his leg. I was trying to be ready for anything. When he spoke his voice was silky and comforting, it made you relax and put down your guard.
"So i heard you wanted to make a deal with me?" Zypher said with a smile that could meant a million things.
END OF PART 1 i guess.....
This week, on the Chronicles of OTL:
Nothing yet...
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Well, start writing!
/Charging Ice Knee Punch*
*The whole idea behind the Chronicles of OTL is thought of because of The Chronicles of SRO. cin is the mastermind behind everything, and I just refined it for the OTL.*
