Friday, 28 September 2012

Resurrecting This Place

Here you go. I've got a really crummy What If? for you all.
You can continue if you died too. Whatever works.

The two cars drove in the same lane on the road as the sun set to their right. Flame Phoenix, Lynxia Lost, Ivy Animosity and Eve L'Keet were in the car in front while Sparky Braginski, Nixion Strange, Zathract Mist and Star Inkbright. This was pretty much the old gang at its finest.
They had not all been in each other’s company for three years now, their last meeting having resulted in the defeat and arrest of Tallulah Vengeance. After their last large encounter had come to an end, most of them went their separate ways again, for the most part.
But at the word of Lavender Hope’s disappearance, they had reformed again, and were currently on-course to a run-down café in the middle of hot country. They were hoping this place held answers, for this place is where the clues they had been following very attentively had led them to.
The boots of each of the cars were loaded mostly with different weapons, canned food and water, seeing as none of them new how long they would be out in the country or what they might need in a situation.
After a long four and a half hours, each of the cars pulled up outside the old café, just as the last rays of sun disappeared beneath the horizon. Each of them got out of the car and quickly grabbed a few weapons from the boots of the cars. A few nods and short words were exchanged between the gang and they proceeded to walk into the café, their weapons hidden from view.
There were a few tables around the sides of the place and it stunk of filth and dirt. The floor was covered in muck and grease while the tables and chairs themselves looked half decayed. The lights were good enough to illuminate the entire place, but each of them flickered every now and again.
There were ten tables, each with two chairs. Two of these tables were taken with two people at them, and another with a single person sitting alone. Two of the people facing each other at one table were wearing hoods and the one sitting alone had a black veil up, covering the face. The other two people sitting at the table were not recognised by any of them. None of them had ordered anything.
Slowly, each of the gang moved to a large table that had enough seats for all of them, and the grime covering everything was ignored.
“What now?” whispered Star.
“Look around,” Sparky muttered to all of them. “Don’t make it too obvious.”
Nixion and Ivy stood up and walked over to what may have once resembled a counter on the prospect of ordering something. The rest of them remained seated and examined what of the room they could, but nothing greeted them but more grime and the sights of the strangers that occupied other tables.
After two minutes, Nixion and Ivy returned to the table and sat, both looking a little too calm.
“Find anything?” asked Flame in a hushed voice.
“She’s there,” Ivy uttered, barely audibly. “Behind the door. Tied. Gagged. Can I kill someone now?”
In unison, everyone stood while weapons emerged from everywhere and magic leaped to life. Bows and arrows, swords and guns were drawn while flame and shadows rose to aid.
The other people sitting at tables rose as well, only half a second off, and drew weapons of their own.
Crucify and Nagier lowered their hoods, Tallulah Vengeance tore off her veil.
But by then, Lynxia had already begun walking to the counter, her arrows drawn and ready to fire. And she was about to speak, probably to issue a threat, and the demand for Lavender Hope. But the bullet shot from the man behind the counter and lodged itself in her chest, and she fell to the ground.

At once, there was fury. Shouts reverberated off of the walls, gunshots flew across the room.
Zathract’s knife flew across the room and took the man’s head off before Nagier’s speeding sai buried itself in his chest. As Zathract fell to the ground, Crucify sent spinning shadow spear through Sparky’s head.

And then the chaos erupted. 

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

What If... You were to have an adventure with Derek?

In this What If?, you're going on an ADVENTURE! You can either be your character or yourself - you pick. You've got to fight something, but something that isn't normal, you know? That's be boring. Use this as your start. And you can also switch from second person to first person or third person.

You wake up with a jump. You glance around nervously. What was that sound? You were probably just dreaming...


You leap out of bed and rush out of your room, trying to find out whatever is making the noise. You don't exactly want to know - it could be dangerous - but your curiosity always gets the best of you. You walk past the door to the kitchen and stop. The sound seems to be coming from there.

You cautiously open the door and peek inside. A look of confusion comes over your face.

"...Derek? What are you doing in my kitchen?"

Derek brushes himself off and nods to the broken window. "You really should leave that open for when I need to get you for help."

"What? Why do you need my help? What's going on?"

"It's the ninjas. They're chasing me. They found out that I had escaped from their clutches, so... Now they want me back. And so who do I call on? One of my loyal minions."

"How... how did you know I was your minion?"

"My Golden Godness told me. Now then, what's your name?"

(Continue from here!)

Monday, 16 July 2012

Has anyone done a 'Gone' what if?

I'll do one, anyway.

'It's a FAYZ dude, it's a FAYZ...'

Suddenly, all the people over the age of '15' are gone, 'poof', the world is turned chaotic.

Murder lines the street, Kids killing each other over food, there is no order, soon the food disappears, water is running out.

There's nothing left for you and soon, on the 34th night of the FAYZ, someone comes for you.

A white light, blinding... Someone talking to you softly; "Come..."


(Is this done right?)

Monday, 7 May 2012

Elaisse vs Nagier

       Zathract Mist's head polled to one side, his mouth slack and his eyes closed. The Infected backed away from the tree. Who's order they were following remained a mystery but one thing was for sure; they were about to regret chaining Zath to a tree.
       Zath's eyes snapped open but they were no longer the eyes Lynxia knew. They were now cold and mocking.
        Nagier took a step forward and the tree snapped in half as he broke free of the rope. He flicked a hand and all ten Infected were crushed by the shadows into something smaller than an ant.
        "Oh crap, not again." Lynxia said taking a step back.
        "Oh, come on Mist." Nix said drawing his machette. Nix advanced a step and swung the blade but Nagier swatted him aside like an irksome fly.
        Anger rose in Lynxia and a laugh telling her to give in filled her ears.
        "Let me handle it. Let me." Elaisse said, excited at a chance to be free. Lynxia didn't want to but she did. She let go and fell into the darkness that is oblivion. Her eyes rolled back and the anger swept over her, consuming her very being.
        Elaisse opened her eyes and took a breath. Too long had she been trapped, but now she had a job to do.
        Lynxia wished she could help Nix but Elaisse was stronger so she had just let go. Now all she could do was watch, wait and hope.
Elaisse looked at Nagier.
        "Sorry Zath, but not again." she said in her cold voice.
        "Um, hi Elaisse. How are you?" Vena Coil said trying to get close enough to Elaisse to give her an anvil.
        Elaisse looked at her.
        "Keep away." she said and threw the anvil into the lake.
        Nagier walked over to an unconscious Nixion, picked him up by his throat and slammed him into a tree.
        "Keep away from him!" Elaisse roared, Lynxia's emotions fuelling her, and flung Nagier off Nixion then turned to face him.
        Vena seemed determined to help Elaisse so she pulled out an axe. "Take it," she said "He's coming." 
        Elaisse looked at the axe and laughed. "I don't need an axe." she said.
        This annoyed Vena. She reached out with her mind and selves into Elaisse's, which, of course, was not appreciated.
        Nagier got up from his landing stance and sent a wave of shadows at Elaisse.
        Elaisse, however, was throwing Vena into a tree. "Lynxia may not like doing this to 'friends' but I have no such problem." she turned then and raised her hand just intoned to turn the wave into a trickle at her feet.
        Gabriel Cobalt ran on from the forest, sword drawn. "This aught to be interesting. I'll just sit here and watch you kill yourselves." he said, sitting against a tree.
        Vena got up and drew her own sword. "Suit yourself." she said, advancing on Elaisse.
        "Very interesting. Necromancer vs Necromancer." Elaisse said turning the trickle of shadows into shards and throwing them at Nagier.
        Star came from by the cliff, running to the source of the commotion. She looked at Nagier and Elaisse facing each other, both surrounded by coiling darkness and realisation dawned upon her face.
        Vena was now right behind Elaisse and she sent a mind bolt that crumpled Elaisse to the ground but Elaisse just stood up again like nothing was there.
        "Leave me alone, Vena, or I swear by the Golden God I will break you." Elaisse said, still looking at Nagier.
        Nagier raised a hand lazily and the knives jetted back towards Elaisse.
        "Something tells me this is going to continue in a similar fashion..." he said, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
        Luciana Scáth ran up and nearly crashed into Star.
        "Turnips." she cursed.
        Vena offered her hand to both of them "Partners?" she asked.
        Elaisse slashed the knives with a wave of her hand.
        "Yes, it does, doesn't it?
        But you nearly hurt Nixon, Nagier. Lynxia doesn't like that. And if I let her down then I'm the one who doesn't see daylight. It's not nice being trapped inside her mind." she said and ran at Nagier, shadow walking him to the middle of the lake before returning to dry land.
        As Nagier fell, he coated himself in shadows and shadow walked back to shore.
        "It's no nicer being trapped in Mist's mind. I have no idea why he's let me out. Maybe he's distracted. Or just feeling particularly murderous. It doesn't matter to me." he said and threw a shadow knife at Vena who was now attempting to creep up on Elaisse again.
        "Stop disrupting this battle or I will personally destroy you after I've dealt with Lynxia's darker side." he continued looking slightly annoyed and shadow walked behind Elaisse and drove a shard of darkness into her back.
         "Hell..." Gabriel said and activated his sigils.

Once again, anyone can be there. If you're not there already feel free to drop in you don't have to just keep to who's here.
So, yeah. Get going!

Lynxia x

Saturday, 5 May 2012

May the odds be EVER in your favour! ...Oh, wait

Yes, this is a What If in Hunger-Games-World. Deal with it.

You are standing in the town square of your District while the Effie version of whatever District you live in is about to pick out the names of the two Tributes for the 55th Annual Hunger Games (only because if I make it the 76th, it would contradict with what has actually happened in the books).
You name is read out.


Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Monday, 30 April 2012

Just for the hell of it

Originally, this was a short I was writing, then I got bored with it. So, why don't you guys finished it? Only Nixion (and the small army) are there. I want a good long one, not a paragraph *coughEvecough*. Very long...
That will be all! Oh, and if you haven't already, do Lynxia's one bellow.

Nix looked at the small army. The army all looked back at him. They continued to look at him.
“Oh hell,” Nixion said.
He couldn’t tell what the army were. They weren’t zombies, that much was obvious. He couldn’t be sure that they weren’t vampires, or sorcerers, or any number of things that could kill him at such a large number.
One of them walked forward. He was in his late twenties, tall and the evil grin on his face said it all.
“Who are you?” He asked, still grinning.
“Yes,” Nixion said, nodding. Time for some old tactics.
 The grin was replaced by a confused frown. “What?”
“Of course,” Nixion said, and then he laughed.
“What do you mean?”
It was Nixion’s turn to frown. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“What are you talking about?” The man hissed, growing angry.
“Oh. No no no, it’s more of a beat.”
The man was close to losing it. He looked back at the army, none of which seemed to understand what was going on.
Nixion then began to hum a very fast tune. The man turned back to Nixion, and as he was opening his mouth to say something. Nixion, almost faster than the eye could see, unsheathed his machete and cut the man’s throat. 
Nixion, still humming the tune, watched as the man fell to the ground. The army seemed to stop, thrown off by the sudden killing. It was in this stop that Nixion made his move.
Still humming the tune, which was steadily getting faster, Nixion ran at the army. Still confused, they leapt out of the way. After a few seconds they came to their senses, but by then Nixion was running past them, and deeper into the warehouse.

Sunday, 29 April 2012

Would you freak?

So, this bit is only really setting the scene...

You wake up (where ever you want) and suddenly there is no more Sanctuary, no more magic (you still have yours) and nobody from here or anywhere else with magic. You still remember everyone but no matter who you ask there is no evidence they ever existed. So... Would you freak? Give your answer in story form. I want more than just an answer likewise most have you have been doing. Story, people, story!!!!

Good luck!

Saturday, 21 April 2012

All About Us.

All About Us
Many people died.  The Australian Sanctuary had a number of sorcerers sent to try and defeat the evil person, named Mortem who was behind the many deaths...but they didn’t come back. Not alive anyway. It seems that they killed each other. The other agents that survived their allies attacks...they were killed by Mortem. I almost laughed when I heard his name. Mortem.  Latin for death. Or something like that. The Sanctuary had finally decided that they need volunteer sorcerers to try and kill Mortem. Oh no, they’re not going to take him to custody. After killing Sparky Braginski, Lavender Hope, Flame Phoenix and Star Inkbright, the Sanctuary will not let him live. It’s a suicide mission in fact. How are they going to kill someone who can make his enemies turn against his enemies’ allies? My head was dizzy for bit. That sentence was confusing. The Sanctuary does not know what Mortem’s magic is. I should tell them. I reached for my phone. But I am going to stay out of this one.  Just for once.

Anyone can be here. Even if you're dead. You can be a ghost. Or a zombie. If there's something wrong just deal with it.

Friday, 20 April 2012

Listen with your ears!

I just want to clear something up. You don't have to write something for others to continue, you can write something to do with your character, but the point is it's not permanent. Like, I could have my character killing another, without having it happen in the story with my character. Though I do like the ones you continue. They are more fun

Wednesday, 18 April 2012

What if...?

When Sparky Braginski woke up that morning she thought it would be a regular day. She was wrong. She met up with her friends and they were heading off to do something when they were surrounded by fifty or so Hollow Men. They weren't particularly scared, Hollow Men were neither bright nor durable. It was only when Sparky couldn't make electricity writhe around her fists when she was worried. What made her more worried, was the fact that none of her friends could do anything magical either. They may have freaked out, but they were surrounded. Various swords were drawn, bows readied and guns aimed. The group made it out with no injuries. But now for the problem of no magic.

[continue from there]

Sunday, 15 April 2012

Another random thing...

The rain splattered the windows. It swirled down the window, occasionally one stream would meet with another and send a surge down that course.

Lynxia sat with her head against the window. Her eyes empty and unfeeling. She heard the door of her cell open.

"Lynxia. You're wanted in the court room." the prison guard said.

She got of the high window ledge and followed him out of the cell.

She had tried telling them. She'd tried explaining but nobody had listened. And so she had stopped. Stopped fighting. Stopped hoping for a rescue. At first she had hoped someone would help her escape but no one came. Days turned to weeks. Weeks into months. Months into this year and a half in a cell. She often wondered if they had been killed too but to that there was no answer.

The guard opened a wooden door at the end of a corridor and pushed her into the court room. She sat down in the seat given and hung her head, not wanting to look around.

She was not afraid of the prison or the time she would have to spend in jail because this was not her first time in a court charged with murder. What made her afraid was what she was accused of.

"Lynxia Lost," the judge said "This court hearing is to settle the case of the murder of Nixion Strange. You are accused of this murder. Do you deny that you did it?"

She hung her head more and fought back tears. She had not done it but the trap was brilliant and it had sprung. No matter what happened now, she was guilty.

Carry on from here! Oh, and anyone can be there. You or Barack Obama. I don't care. Whoever you like.

Saturday, 14 April 2012


Because most other people have made posts of people dying, I decided to be a sheep for the hell of it.

 Crucify was just about drive spears of shadow into Ivy, Hayley and Flame all at the same time when out of nowhere, Sparky came running up, electricity crackling ferociously in each hand, hair in a tangled mess, blood and mud splattered across her clothes.
 'Get away from them!' she yelled giving Crucify a truly spectacular flying-tackle. Sparky pinned Crucify and, barely aware of what she was doing, started to choke Crucify. All the while Sparky was screaming.
 'No one, No. One gets to harm my friends! Not one single person! You must NEVER think that you are an exception! You could beat me to death with a rotten plank of wood, and I wouldn't mind, but the one thing that will cause your death is hurting! My! Friends!' she bellowed. Sparky paused for half a second to gather electricity around her fists once more. Crucify to the opportunity. Shadows collected around Sparky, held her up and held her still. 

'Such a feeble attempt. I am now debating whether I should just kill you, or make you watch me kill your associates first.' Crucify said, her voice dripping with contempt. Sparky growled and writhed, trying to break free. Crucify smiled and the shadows around Sparky dissapeared. Sparky fell to the ground with a crack. With a flick of her wrist, Crucify made a shard of shadow shred through Sparky's torso.

 [continue from there]

 Uh, I hope that wasn't too long... Everyone is there. All of you. Every last person. Uh... WRITE ON!

Thursday, 12 April 2012

Run for your life; she's finally lost it completely

(Okay, little note beforehand. Everyone is, quite frankly, everyone who wants to be in it, so I don't really know why I'm making this little note, but whatever.)

Ivy looked at them, and didn't recognise them in the slightest.They kept saying her name, as if she did know them at some point, but she couldn't remember. Something was clouding her thoughts, blocking them out, keeping her from remembering. All her mind told her to do was kill them.

She needed to kill every last one of them. No one could survive. She wouldn't allow it.

"Ivy," a girl who was apparently named Sparky said in a shaky voice. "Please... Please remember me. I know you know who I am. I... I just know it. There's no way you could forget. Please, Ivy. Please..."

Ivy blinked, and for a moment she felt as though she knew who this girl was, as if there was something important between them, but she shook her head and blocked out the feeling. She didn't know what it was, and she couldn't focus on it because of the fogginess in her thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I forget," Ivy said. "Now then, who wants to die first?"

Wednesday, 11 April 2012

Damn I'm Good

New idea! Every once in a while, I'm going to post pictures instead of the start of a story, and you make a story out of the pic
Got it? Good. Here is your first picture

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

My go!

They stopped running and leaned against trees in various states of exhaustion. Zathract started laughing. 
'Is everyone okay?' he chuckled. After a moment everyone else had started laughing as well. Several people had slipped off their trees they were laughing so hard. 
'Why don't we try not letting that happen again?' Lynxia said as she got up. Sparky doubled over suddenly. 
'Sparky?' Hayley said, immediately becoming serious. Sparky was patting around her pockets. When she had realized that all of her pockets were empty she swore. Everyone had stopped laughing. 
'Sparks?' Vulpin said. Sparky looked up with a strained expression on her face. 
'Run.' Sparky breathed. 'Run!' she shouted right after. As soon as she had said this she straightened up and pulled her skin off. A vampire emerged. 

[continue from there]

That's just something that I've thrown together.
You could do what you thought happened before if you feel like it. Oh, and the people who were there were:
Vulpin (Alfred)

Mist's Dilemma

The vampire hissed, his hand at Eve’s throat. His friend had his hand at Nixion’s throat. Mist knew that they could easily rip out their throats if they so felt like it. The first vampire looked straight at Mist.
“Give it to me,” he said, his grip tightening. Mist cringed as Eve winced. He looked down at his hand, which held and amulet. To the right person, this could be a weapon of death. And the vampires were the right people. He looked up at the vampires, then back at Sheldon, who shook his head. He couldn’t stop them in time to save their lives.
Mist looked at Eve again, then at Nixion. Nixion eyes widened and he shook his head. Don’t to it, his eyes pleaded. He knew that Mist was seriously considering giving it over.
Mist’s had his gun, his gloves and one of his knifes taken away. He had one knife, which was in his other hand. He could throw the knife at one of the vampires, hoped it hit, watch the other person get their throat ripped out and get Sheldon to teleport them away. He could hand over the amulet, get both his friends and be responsible for the death of millions. Or he could teleport away, taking the amulet with him, leaving both of his friends to die and saving millions.
What the hell should he do?

This is a delicate subject. Forgive me if you start crying.

Okay, so...*sighs* I'm just gonna put it out there, okay? You can react if you...well, if it doesnt hurt too much to talk about it...the possibility...I'll start writing now.

"Eve? Eve, where are you?"
Everyone was looking for Eve. She'd been missing for hours. She just...disappeared. They'd looked everywhere, but still, they couldn't find her.

Then they heard it.

A wail, coming from somewhere deep in the forest.
It was Eve.
Everyone rushed through the forest, calling Eve's name, trying to find her. They got to a part in the forest where there was no light at all. Not even any glowing ferns. They were about to give up, when they saw her.
A figure in the dark.
On her knees.
Holding something.
Mist clicked his fingers to summon a flame. It illuminated her, and shadows danced around her eerily.
There she was.
On her knees.
Holding a knife.
Kneeling over...

A dead chicken.

An Edited Battle For Blogland Beginning

Yes. It's basically the first Chapter of Battle For Blogland. It's crap, I know, but I want to post something and until I think of something good, this will have to do. You should probably read over it too. I've changed a tiny bit, but whatever. If you weren't actually in the first chapter, don't worry. You can put your reaction there anyway. Feel free to control other characters too.

It was a seemingly normal day in Blogland when it happened, though the day gave no hint of anything unusual. It looked the same as it always did; peaceful, sunny and warm. Birds chirped quietly the regulars of the place, went about their usual business; talking, laughing and tackling. Tackling was a major. The splashes of lake water mixed perfectly into the rest of the noises around the area and simply made Blogland seem all the better. It was so peaceful and what happened is a thought of impossibility. No one had a care in the world at that point. Blogland seemed to be the safest place to be. There was nothing irregular about the day. But it still happened. Everything did, and when everything happened, everything changed. The scene, the people, everything. A frightening transition.
But not even Blogland was safe anymore. No where was. That day was the day their lives changed forever, unwilling and sudden. 
The footsteps were heard first. The unnatural amount of heaviness carried in the sounds that came drifting from the mountains made everyone halt abruptly. The talking died, the tackling ceased and the laughter faded, replaced by a sudden tense straining of trying to hear with a hint of unease.
They came poring from everywhere; the mountains, the lake, the forest, the volcano. The Hollow Men came pouring in from every place in sight. Those of them still in the lake staggered out quickly while the rest rose from their seats in unison.
Water slid off the papery skin of the Hollow Men of which had risen from the lake and dripped back into the mass below. Snow covered those of which had tracked the mountains and left a faint trail of melting white scattered across the still grass. Twigs and leaves were caught on ones from the forest and wobbled off the Hollow Men as they slouched their way closer. They began their slow walk toward them in squads of tens and fifteens, closing in on everyone.  The Hollow Men finally drew to a halt some twenty metres away from them, all becoming mobile and watching.
The silence that followed was eerie. Still. It seemed delicate, one that had suddenly been forced upon all those who could appreciate its magnitude. If there were walls of Blogland, they would surely be waning with the strain of attempting to contain the silence that seemed to be expanding everywhere, fragile and frightening.
The lake was still. The leaves and grass had stopped swaying in the wind that had now died. There was no breeze. Every single thing, living or dead, natural or built, invaders or defenders, were completely and absolutely still, completely silent, observing all the while…

And then the Hollow Men moved.

[[Reaction Here]]

What would you do?

Nixion panted, covered in parts of the undead. He really hated zombies.
“They almost got me there,” he said, panting. And they almost had. They were pulling at him, covering him, suffocating him. He would have died if not for everyone there. They had saved him.
Lynxia frowned at straightened up. She was looking at Nixion oddly, and a few seconds later, Mist was as well.
Nixion frowned right back. “What?” he asked. Lynxia tried to say something, but just pointed to his arm. Nixion looked down at it. There was a bite mark on it, like someone had decided to start having a little snack. A few seconds later he realised what it was.
He reached down and tapped a bone that had come from a zombie. It didn’t break. He got back up and felt his wrist. No pulse.
He looked at the others fearfully, while they looked back at him in shock.
He was a zombie
Continue one from there. What would you do? Would you kill me, or let me go, or take me to try and find a cure. I'm going to coninue it myself, but i want you guys to show me what you would do. Oh, and others can be anyone you want. Everyone could be in it if you wanted, or just a few people. Get writing people! Continue it!

Gah, I've wanted to try this one for a while...

       Lynxia Lost stood with her back to them. If they saw her face they would know. She felt the symbols beat with her heart.  She felt the power in her own blood. She felt strong.
       Nix reached out a hand and turned her round. He gasped and everyone else followed. They could see it in her eyes. The normal white had turned to shining silver.
       "Lynxia?" Nix asked.
       She laughed. "Need I go by that name any more?" her voice was strong and clear. Cutting and sharpening each word. "My name is Elaisse." When she said the name, she felt power surge to her body. Unlocking all that had been locked. Freeing all that had been prisoner. She rose from the ground, shadows swirling around her. She looked down on her friends and the mortals in the town square. The shadows sharpened round her and came raining down. Attack after attack after attack.
       She laughed again, enjoying her new power.
       [Carry on from here.]

By the way - Everyone means everyone from One For You, Two For Me... Including Lav and Star (who haven't made their appearance yet) and Sheldon, simply because he's a funny character.

Welcome and the first one

This is s blog where we put various situations that we would like to write, but don't want to have our character do forever. Like this one

Nixion lay there, unmoving. Dead. He was dead. Dead and nothing would bring him back. [fill out rest with reaction]

I want everyone to put their reaction to my death in the comments section. Everyone will have differnt things to do. It'll be fun. I have a feeling I'm not explaining very well, but who cares

That is your one to fill out (Nixion dead thing up there). Let it be done!