Tiki
Ranger
I'd call you a genius, except I'm in the room.
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Post by Tiki on Jun 21, 2005 14:40:00 GMT -5
This is totally wicked...I loves it! Keep writing, I wanna know what happens! The whole Trio/Vader conversation cracked me up...great stuff!
Tava
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jun 21, 2005 14:56:35 GMT -5
I will write more... eventually...
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Jun 21, 2005 21:30:20 GMT -5
If by 'eventually' you mean now....
Katie, I want you to write three stories AT THE SAME TIME. Do it. Nooooooow.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jun 22, 2005 2:27:05 GMT -5
AAAAARGH! *collapses under pressure*
*as blob* thank god I didn't put up any others...
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Jun 23, 2005 11:25:11 GMT -5
hehehehehehehe....
*pokes blob that is Katie*
You can still update like that, can't you?
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jun 23, 2005 12:00:02 GMT -5
ummm... let me see.
*oozes onto keyboard*
Yup, looks like it.
But unfortunately I'll be in Paris this weekend...
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Post by Oni on Jun 23, 2005 15:40:21 GMT -5
This deserves a big fat 'Booyah.'
*does so*
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jun 24, 2005 2:37:08 GMT -5
Awwww, thanks dear. I haven't had a 'booyah' in a long time.
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Jun 24, 2005 11:43:59 GMT -5
Really? How sad. Have another!
BOOYAH!
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Tiki
Ranger
I'd call you a genius, except I'm in the room.
Posts: 245
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Post by Tiki on Jun 24, 2005 14:01:41 GMT -5
*Joins in the Booyahness*
BOOYAH!
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Post by reasonably_crazy on Jun 24, 2005 23:30:51 GMT -5
Too bad she won't know about it 'till monday...
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Post by Ashley on Jun 27, 2005 13:59:53 GMT -5
BOOYAH!
You can write more anytime now, Katie...ehehehehheh
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jun 29, 2005 7:17:33 GMT -5
I'm off school today and tomorrow, so I can write lots today! YAAAAAY!
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jun 29, 2005 13:07:33 GMT -5
In the Shire, some young hobbits, not yet in their tweens, were chasing each other happily through some fields. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and butterflies fluttering merrily through the flowers, making the most of their short little lives.
One of the hobbits, skipping happily through the flowers in such a joyful way that you can probably imagine the cheery soundtrack, found an extremely peculiar thing. Behind a patch of trees, hidden from the village of Hobbiton nearby, a spacecraft had just landed.
Considering that little Daisy had never seen an interplanetary spaceship, she might have been excused for not really acknowledging it was there at first. She continued skipping. A moment later, she stopped and frowned, as the image buzzed around her head and her brain tried to find something to do with it. When she finally realized that she had just seen something which not only she, but no-one else in Middle-earth in the history of time, had never seen before, she slowly walked backwards until it became visible again.
The ship’s ramp descended. At the same time, the sky seemed to become darker. The birds stopped singing and hastily flew away to buy life insurance. A dark figure emerged from the ship, and strode impressively down the ramp as if it didn’t have time for such trifles, but was just humouring it. Music seemed to echo inside Daisy’s head.
BOM BOM BOM, BOM BA-BOM, BOM BA-BOM….
The figure reached the bottom of the ramp and looked from side to side. Daisy saw that he wasn’t only a dark figure for dramatic effect, but was, in fact, encased in some sort of black suit. His breathing echoed in the still air. He caught sight of Daisy, and strode up to her, stopping right next to her so that she had to crane her neck up to see his helmet.
Which she did, mouth slightly open, eyes wide.
“Greetings, child of Middle-earth,” said the figure, “I am from the Star Wars Universe. I most certainly don’t come in peace, but that doesn’t concern you. Tell me, where can I find a land called…” He glanced at a name written on one of his gloves. “Mordor?”
“…” replied Daisy.
The figure seemed to increase in height, and the shadow surrounding him deepened as though the light realized that bad stuff was about to go down and was getting as far away as possible. “You cannot fool me with silence!” boomed the figure, “I have powers you cannot even imagine! Now unless you wish to suffer slow torture until you are desperate that you had more to tell me, tell me where your leaders are!!!”
Daisy looked at him. After a moment’s consideration, she held out the little pink flower she had picked earlier.
The figure stared at it in surprise, as though he didn’t quite know what to do with it. He slowly took it and examined it.
“Thank you, child of the Shire,” said the figure slowly, and carefully put it into his pocket. “Now, fear my wrath, or tell me-” He paused, and there was a catch in his echoey breathing as he seemed to actually see her for the first time. “You’re very small,” he observed.
Daisy nodded.
“Where do you come from?”
Daisy pointed back towards Hobbiton. The figure looked, and then turned back to Daisy.
“Thank you, child. If anyone asks, you did not see me. And when our triumph here is recorded in the Sith archives for all to wonder at, you shall be remembered and whatinthenameoftheforceareyoudoing???”
Having decided that this figure wasn’t about to hurt her, eat her or steal her mushrooms, Daisy had thrown her arms around his knees, which was as high as she could reach. The figure squirmed internally, as though nothing in life had given him any suggestions as to how to deal with this kind of situation. After a long awkward moment, it hesitantly patted the top of her curly head.
“I’m Daisy,” beamed Daisy from somewhere around his shins.
The figure stared. “Pleasure,” it replied eventually.
“Do you want to come and play?”
“Er. I’m a bit occupied with causing havoc in your world right now, but perhaps later.”
Daisy released him, beamed, and skipped away to find her friends again. The figure watched her go, and then turned back to where Hobbiton lay in distance. It paused to straighten its cape and draw itself up to full height, and then strode away towards the village. The darkness followed it.
Darth Vader had come to Hobbiton.
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Post by Hobbit-eyes on Jun 29, 2005 13:08:05 GMT -5
The Emperor was sitting on his chair in the Death Star, facing the depths of space. The stars twinkled, the planets shone, and the Star Destroyers buzzed around the space station like flies around a dropped toffee apple.
As much effort as the CGI team would have put into creating this magnificent vista, the Emperor didn’t see it. He was looking through it, to the Watching Dimensions.
He saw two girls sitting on in front of a television watching a film. He recognized it as ‘A New Hope’, and smiled in satisfaction. Even without young Anakin and Obi-Wan to ogle, they were still attracting a female audience…
“Hey,” said one of the girls when Obi-Wan appeared on screen, “It’s Dumbledore! Come to rescue Harry from Mr and Mrs Dursley!”
“To go learn some magical arts and find himself embroiled in an adventure with an evil Lord of the dark side of the magic, who he is somehow involved with!” giggled the other girl.
“Man, I can’t wait until the next book comes out…” sighed the first one.
“Yeah…”
The Emperor stared. Such feelings of horror, malice and shock were behind his gaze that the girls started, feeling the glare even though they were a dimension away. They blamed it on their air conditioning.
But it had nothing to do with cooling units. In the Death Star, the Emperor sat in silence, contemplating this turn of events. Girls referencing books during films? Looking forward to a book’s release more than the last in a trilogy? (A LANDMARK trilogy) Preferring some young upstart of a wizard to the hero of the Galaxy? Luke could certainly be annoying, but from what he had ascertained, young Mr Potter wasn’t that much better.
Something had to be done. Something would be done.
He nodded to himself. From that moment on, Hogwarts was in deep trouble.
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