a wolf snuck into a group of friendly rabbits. as the others fell asleep, the wolf appeared in natural form. day by day, one by one, the wolf killed and ate the rabbits. the rabbits, not knowing which the wolf was, arranged a meeting. then— the tribunal decided on the one amongst them that they believed to be the wolf and killed it. if they chose correctly, the rabbits win. if they were wrong... all of the rabbits would be killed and eaten by the wolf. this is the story of such a game.
I don't feel right if I don't have a story in WIP, and I got to withheld my reputation as the writer of this board. And it'll give people stuff to read while the two other writers update their own story. Looking at you Degree and Etna . You're stories are both good quality ones so please update them
Off topic, anywho, I still got some problem with names, so yall decide if ya want to be part of it.
You have 3 days, and there is a 20 person limit. Other that and it's too much trouble to know who's alive and who's tot.
Crackshot VICTIM Player Pretty Princess Puella Magi
Seeing as how you gave me a plug, I think I was already in. YOU KNOW IT! DON'T DOUBT ME!
And mine is good quality? Like the idea or the grammar...? The latter is all thanks to TrinTrin! THE BEST EDITOR EVA!
*cough* On the topic of my story... *cough* Christmas Break was a female dog, going back to school wasn't anytime to lazy around- I had to pick up some slack...I'm working on it. Probably a fourth through it. I will sit down sometime to get the next one out!
TO SUM UP THIS AWESOME: PUT THE MAN WITH THE PLAN AWESOME PERSONIFIED THE ONLY TYPE OF GUY TO GET RAPED BY ECHI DEGREE ...in the story.
I don't even know why I'm posting this, since I know that nobody'll read it because everybody hates me but still. (My proofreader didn't give me an ok, but he said nice and he's taking too long.... )
Chapter 1: Welcome aboard
December 27th 2012, 12:00 PM
It all started from Washington D.C.
It all seemed so distant. It seems like it was all a distant past. What had happened only started mere hours ago, but now, it was like a dark memory.
He couldn’t look around himself without feeling sad. Blood and gore surrounded him. Brains, guts and blood were splattered everywhere. Some were his. The others were from the other passengers.
He felt empty. What had happened earlier had shocked him so much he felt like he was hollow inside. He had killed. And killed. And killed again. He hadn’t been able to stop. Even those who had tried to help him were dead. He didn’t remember what had happened. All he knew is that he was the only one left.
As he felt the floor tilt under him, he saw the blood creating red streams, as it followed nature’s laws.
He knew what was coming. He simply closed his eyes, waiting for the end to come.
Why did I ever come in this god forsaken plane? How did it all happen?, he thought. I really deserve my nickname it seems.
December 25th 2012, 5:35 PM
He took his seat. Row 14C, aisle seat. He didn’t feel comfortable anywhere else. In the middle, you were squished between two other passengers, and the window seat was really cramped. Especially with his bulk. 6 feet 2, 177 pounds.
He needed a lot of space.
He looked at the row numbers and laughed as he saw that there was no number 13. Simple superstition, many airplanes didn’t have a row number 13 and that was due to the fear the number produced.
The number 13 was thought to be in popular culture to the « Unlucky » number.
Funny how it’s my lucky number, he thought.
Nothing bad had ever happened to him on a 13th. But the other days, he was a walking cliché of bad luck.
But today, he felt lucky for some reason. Maybe the feeling of seeing his family after so long made him feel happy.
Studying abroad was nice, but difficult. Canadians were really advanced in Psychology, but he was far from his family. Even for a loner like him, it was difficult.
He had passed to see some childhood friends in Washington DC first before going back to Paris.
Montreal and Washington DC were close to 800 km apart, and in a crappy bus, it hadn't been a pleasant experience. Not one he would again do anytime soon.
Planes were better. Especially in Business. He felt sorry the people in Eco. He had traveled so many times in that section that he knew haw they were suffering. Luckily for him he had been upgraded.
Not many people travelling on a 25th of December, and they had loads of places everywhere. For his Christmas, his parents had bought him a ticket in an A380.
Only around 17ish places were sold. It was a relatively « new » plane and the tickets were expensive. Not many people in this big plane.
One of the airline stewardesses came to him.
« I’m sorry sir, you will have to stop listening to your music, and turn off your electronic devices. »
She was smiling. A nice smile. A nice face. A nice body. A nice name. Not a very common one.
Unlucky smiled back and obeyed. He had never failed the rules once in 20 years of taking airplanes. He wasn’t going to start now. A voice could be heard coming from the speakers.
« Good Afternoon, Ladies and Gentleman and welcome aboard flight 180 destination Paris. My name is Kuro and I’ll be your cabin chief for this flight. Captain Maou and all of the members of the crew are happy to welcome you aboard this flight. We will be arriving around 5 am local time. We thank you for using our airline, and we hope you will have a nice flight. Bonjour Mesdames et Messieurs, et bienvenus à bord du vol 180 à destination de Paris…. »
The same old gibberish. This airline people always say the same thing.
He knew everything by heart, and didn’t even bother to look at the safety procedures.
As the plane left ground, Unlucky left the awake world to join the Sandman.