"The meaning you infused into a story is a pointless exercise; just write what you feel is right for the story and let the crowd try to give meaning to the fact there was a crow in the scene, despite the fact you simply liked the bird."
~Anonymous
Dizzy. Am I dizzy? What type of feeling might attune one-self to-
*crack*
Oh…I found the floor, so much for that monologue. I think I’ll just lay here for a bit.
“Who are you?”
Oh goodie. Looks like I have to be coherent now. So much for that nap I’d penciled in.
“For what reason do you appear before me?”
Oh god they’re rushing me! Why is everyone always in such a hurry? You won’t die if that hamburger starts killing you two minutes late-
“And wh…are…are you alright?”
Oh! This is new! Better…“Huff”…get up…”cough”…for the nice voice.
You manage to roll onto your back and open your eyes. A large, dimly lit room greets your senses. The shadowy space is illuminated by torches, allowing you to see the lovely marble floor you’re apparently so fond of along with intricate murals and stained glass windows. Looking between your feet, you notice a dark figure sitting atop an elaborate throne.
“Are you unable to reply?”
The figure moves forward enough to catch some light. A shimmering black coat and glistening mane that flows in a non-existent wind smacks your eyes with its gleaming shine. A stupid grin climbs it way upon your face.
“Are you…umm. I mean not to be harsh, but you appear a bit foolish.”
“*giggle* Better to remain silent and be thought a fool rather than to speak and remove all doubt.”
The creature cracks a wry grin and appears to study you further.
Your Move
Pervert like: Well hello beautiful, I’ll take one of you and a side order of ‘Damn!’
Witty like: The more you stare the more inclined I feel.
“Well hello beautiful, I’ll take one of you and a side order of ‘Damn!’”
”Ex-excuse me!?” The creature reels back in shock and begins frantically looking around the room.
“I know you want to play with my disco stick baby!”
”Wa-what!? The being starts to back away with its eyes wide in horror.
“You know you want me!” You’d somehow become shirtless and were now eagerly lathering yourself in warm butter.
”wa-wa-Wa-Wa-WA-WHAT THE FU-“
And on that icy, late November night, the city of Canterlot was lost in the flames of a mysterious explosion.
YOU LOSE
Try again?
“The more you stare the more inclined I feel.”
The creature gives you a befuddled glance. ”Inclined how?”
Sprouting a wry grin of your own, “To ask if you’d draw me like one of your French girls.”
The creature shies away with glowing crimson cheeks. “I do apologize sir. I meant not but to study your figure.”
“And a fine one it is!”
*giggles* “If you say so.”
“Say so I do! Now if you don’t mind, might I ask, what do you use for shampoo?”
A confused expression flashed over the creature’s face.
“Uhh-hem. The ah…stars…”
The being tilts its head slightly, as perplexed as before.
“Why does your hair do the whole ‘twilight sparkle’ thing?”
“What does thine sister’s student have to do with shampoo? ”
“Wha? I don’t even-Why does your hair sparkle?”
The creature breaks down laughing. “Hahaha! What art thou going to ask next? Why doth thine mane flow without a breeze!? Ha! ”
“Well actual-“
*CRASH!*
You swivel your head in time to catch a shadow jump behind some nearby curtains.
“Again!? Why does everypony feel the need to break my friggin' vases.” *pout*
You throw an ‘are you serious?’ face at the creature before refocusing on the drapes.
Your Move
Smooth like: [url=]Stay there, I’ll go see what it is.[/url]
Not-so-smooth like: [url=]LEEROYYY JENKINSSS![/url]
