Go on, don't be shy! Look, they're even divided by type of story. Over here, I have adventure stories. If you're looking for romance, try that shelf. Oh, and don't forget the biographies.
If you're looking for history, we have that, too. I'm afraid that much of our source material is in storage, but you can enter that through the side door over there.
|by Administrator||Written on January 1st, 2003 at 05:57 PM|
You mull over which story to start reading. There's several stories with the usual sorts of dangers in them- The Esophagor, the Ghost Lupe, and other spooks. Then there's stories of pet-eating cannibals on Mystery Island, spooky tombs in the Lost Desert, lost caverns of ice in Terror Mountain...
The list goes on and on, and so does the clock as you enjoy looking through the options. Better make a decision as to which story you want to read, and ignore those shadows moving in the corner.
|by Administrator||Written on January 3rd, 2003 at 10:21 PM|
"Hehe, so, another would-be adventurer? You don't know what you're getting into!"
You gulp back a lump in your throat. "What's that mean?"
The korbat cackles again. "You're seeking fake thrills, pet! This isn't the place for you, no sirreee! These thrills are real!"
"Still not a clue, I see. Well let me spell it out. Get too involved in one of these books, and you'll get sucked into them- literally! You become part of the story! Now, unless you want to be a helpless wench at the mercy of a pirate's cutlass, I'd recommend putting that book you're holding back on the shelf."
Before you can think of anything to say, the flutter of wings sounds again and the Korbat has vanished. Wierd! You look down at the book he mentioned and wonder whether to take all that talk seriously.
|by Scriptfox||Written on January 4th, 2003 at 10:00 AM|
Your New Identity!
Oh, heavens! In fact, you don't seem to be yourself at all. You look rather like this:
"What?!" You cry, desperately closing the book and hoping it will all go away. Nothing changes, however, save for the fact that a raunchy laugh sounds behind you.
"'ere now, Lady Lennipi. Har har! Ya shouldn't get yer feathery duff all excited like that. Y'know we're not gonna let ya go till we see the ransom dubloons! Har!"
You whirl to face the sound, and find yourself beak to non-existant nose with a real live pirate!
"Blast it!" you cry. "Why did I have to read a book set on the high seas?!"
"Book!" growled the Kiko, spitting a bit of tigersquash onto the deck. "Let me tell ya what I thinks about books....
|by L||Written on January 4th, 2003 at 05:49 PM|
"Blast ye to Davey Jones' locker!" the kiko pirate roared as he bounced backwards.
Lady Lennipi didn't reply, just held her wings against her heaving stomach and tried not to make the mess bigger.
"A fine kettle of koi," growled the pirate. "Your ransom just went up another thousand points! You!" he rounded on a pirate krawk, "get this landlubber below, and get her a pan."
"Yessir," was the quick reply.
Lady Lennipi was hustled away as the pirate captain barked another order to a blumaroo standing nearby, "and what do ye think you're doing, standing there? Swab that deck clean afore I have ye keelhauled!"
The rest of the captain's tirade was lost along with the fresh air as Lady Lennipi found herself hustled down a dark and smelly passage before being pushed into a slightly damp cabin. The krawk poked his head inside long enough to see that the required bowl was on the single table before slamming the door.
A few more dry heaves into the bowl didn't ease her stomach, but reassured her as to her status. A groan sounded through the room as the lady sat down on the floor and leaned back against the wall. The slight rustling of the hammock as it shifted with the ship's movement confirmed the wisdom of her decision.
How had it all come to this? What was going to happen next? She wasn't at all sure of that second question, but the answers to the first were only too clear and painful.
|by Scriptfox||Written on January 8th, 2003 at 12:19 AM|