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.

8 comments:

  1. Well FINE then.

    Nix found a chair. He sat on the chair. The ground beneath the chair gave way and Nix fell seventy seven billion, seventy seven million, seventy seven thousand, seventy seven thousand, seven hundred and seventy seven floors down. To the centre of the Earth. And then he waited for someone to come and rescue him. He waited and then um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um um


    Um um un um um um um um um um

    Um um um

    DONE! More than a paragraph!

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  2. Is it possible to get you to stay on topic?

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  3. YOU DARE?! I HAVE SEEN THE ELEPHANTS WITH MY OWN EYES! ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR?!

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  4. No, but neither am I calling you a truth-teller.

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  5. No one is gogin to respond to this one...

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  6. I was thinking the same thing, except with a 'Why?'

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