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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!"
"Uhhhh...."
"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 |
Big mistake. A spear shoots out from the book, clipping your ear. With a yell, you slam the cover closed. The spear sticks through the cover, waving at you angrily. Suddenly, you hear loud, fast drums and war-like shrieks emit from the pages. You desperately try to hold the cover shut, but in the end it bursts open. Brown scarred paw covered with toothed jewelery reach out and grab you, and you can only scream one last time as they drag you in...
**NEW IDENTITY ASSUMED**
The brown tattooed paws drag you away, wild voices chattering into your ears. Confused, you look around. Dozens of island lupes are crating you towards a large volcano. Boiling magma erupts from it as you look down at yourself, bewildered.
Things are looking dire. It appears as though this tribe is taking you for sacrifice!! What can you do?...
| by Al_the_chia | Written on January 12th, 2003 at 07:07 PM |
You've sung this song twice by now, and you're still being carted toward the volcano. Oh well, third time is the charm, and you don't have anything else to do while you're being carted off by tropical lupes. You even add a twist to the song, exageratting your horrible music skills.
Suddenly the lupes stop their march and stare at you. They set you down. Being an aisha laid on the back isn't the most comfortable position, so your singing changes again, becoming a croak.
The recipricol reaction is that all the lupes point their spears at you. You stop singing and they lift you again.
Noting the reaction, you decide that speaking might stop them. But what to say or sing?
| by Sara | Written on January 13th, 2003 at 11:13 PM |
"Carreee me back to the lone praiirriiiee... " you switch lyrics, even make up your own... "...where the deer and the spotted lupes all play... where seldom is heard a purple and green bird, and please put me down before I croak!"
The lupes' only response is laughter as they poke you with their spears. They reach the volcano rim and start to follow a path into it. You would be frantic with worry, but you've stopped singing.
Since you're the only one lookin up (though not by choice) you suddenly realize you're the only that's noticed that...
| by Scriptfox | Written on January 14th, 2003 at 09:50 PM |