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I think all places like that have the pizza as an impulse buy, not a reason to come there. The ones I've ate at had pizza that was so greasy you could only taste the grease.

This post has been edited by Marvin666: Aug 8 2012, 17:22

I roll a four and parry your spell, retaliating with 13 points of damage?

Was that a coincidence?

This post has been edited by FourThirteen: Aug 9 2012, 04:08

I'll never tell.

The World Revolves Around 413.

A Novel by Noah Q Body.

Once in a long forgotten swamp lived a man by the name of Ravenous Willem.

In a house made of straw, Ravenous spent his daily life exercising his good will with caution. Ravenous lived cautiously because his movement was limited to the confines of his house, for Ravenous - or Good-Will Willem, as the spirits who shared his humble abode called him - was besieged by a monster.

But Good Will Willem had it good nonetheless, as the spirits of old cared for him. They brought him food and goods. One day they even bough him these little glass spheres with which Willem could play.

But Willem was sad. Because his confinement limited him to the house, and Willem always wondered what, if anything was out there.

The ghosts told him of a verdant forest, and people and animals everywhere. But Willem had no idea what an "animal" or a "people" was.

Willem also wondered how he got in the house. Where had he come from? Who brought him there?

Willem had but one keepsake of the past before past. It was a patch of fabric. Willem's world revolved around that patch.

The patch simply read "413".

This post has been edited by noahbody: Aug 9 2012, 04:39

The World Revolves Around 413.

A Novel by Noah Q Body.

Once in a long forgotten swamp lived a man by the name of Ravenous Willem.

In a house made of straw, Ravenous spent his daily life exercising his good will with caution. Ravenous lived cautiously because his movement was limited to the confines of his house, for Ravenous - or Good-Will Willem, as the spirits who shared his humble abode called him - was besieged by a monster.

But Good Will Willem had it good nonetheless, as the spirits of old cared for him. They brought him food and goods. One day they even bough him these little glass spheres with which Willem could play.

But Willem was sad. Because his confinement limited him to the house, and Willem always wondered what, if anything was out there.

The ghosts told him of a verdant forest, and people and animals everywhere. But Willem had no idea what an "animal" or a "people" was.

Willem also wondered how he got in the house. Where had he come from? Who brought him there?

Willem had but one keepsake of the past before past. It was a patch of fabric. Willem's world revolved around that patch.

The patch simply read "413".

This is now an allegory about the future of humanity, who are "born" in test tubes, cared for by robots, and known only by their lot number.

This is now an allegory about the future of humanity, who are "born" in test tubes, cared for by robots, and known only by their lot number.

One could argue that's not far off from the present state of humanity.

Edit:
When I use the words "one could argue," I typically mean "I'd like to argue, but can't be fucked right now."

This post has been edited by FourThirteen: Aug 9 2012, 04:59

When I use the words "one could argue," I typically mean "I'd like to argue, but can't be fucked right now."

When I say "future," typically I mean "any time later than this very instant."

Loud and clear, 524.

Willem didn't know too many words. He knew words like "box", because he sat in a box, and words like "straw", because he lived in a house made solely from it. Willem associated the word sky with straw above him. Willem didn't know what sun meant.

The ghosts tried to teach him how to write, but lacking teaching material to produce the alphabet, they could only get Willem to write 1, 3 and 4, as well as the letters "o", "r", "a", "n", "g", and "e". What was this teaching material, Willem would always ask. And why wasn't it there any more? But the questions were in vain, because the ghosts didn't know.

Did the ghosts exist? What exactly was a ghost? The spirits said it was something that happened after you died. What was "died" though? Willem was full of questions.

But Willem had no answers. Willem was not sad, however. He had food and he had friends.

And most of all, Willem had a clue.

The world revolved around that clue. That world made of straw.

Sometimes I scroll past this thread's title real fast and it looks like 'Chilling with Borg'.

Willem didn't know too many words. He knew words like "box", because he sat in a box, and words like "straw", because he lived in a house made solely from it. Willem associated the word sky with straw above him. Willem didn't know what sun meant.

The ghosts tried to teach him how to write, but lacking teaching material to produce the alphabet, they could only get Willem to write 1, 3 and 4, as well as the letters "o", "r", "a", "n", "g", and "e". What was this teaching material, Willem would always ask. And why wasn't it there any more? But the questions were in vain, because the ghosts didn't know.

Did the ghosts exist? What exactly was a ghost? The spirits said it was something that happened after you died. What was "died" though? Willem was full of questions.

But Willem had no answers. Willem was not sad, however. He had food and he had friends.

And most of all, Willem had a clue.

The world revolved around that clue. That world made of straw.

Let's be existentialists. Or not. Those fuckers.

I dunno if people are interested in the outcome of the story (and I did already think of the ending). Unfortunately if you are, I am going to be on a business trip for the next week. Fortunately if you aren't, I'm going to be in a business trip for the next week.

But seriously if there is interest I'll try to complete the thing during the business trip on my free time.

Today was a shitty day. It's only 12 pm but I know enough to know that it's a shitty day.

Usually, I'll know if it'll be a shitty day the moment I wake up.

So do I.

Especially if I have to be by work by 8 and wake up at 10:30.

I dunno if people are interested in the outcome of the story (and I did already think of the ending). Unfortunately if you are, I am going to be on a business trip for the next week. Fortunately if you aren't, I'm going to be in a business trip for the next week.

But seriously if there is interest I'll try to complete the thing during the business trip on my free time.

I was curious, but I can stand to wait. I'm trying like hell to convince myself that it's not all about me.

Live thy life with arrogance young 413.

Chapter 3

The monster outside the world was scary.

He had three heads, maybe four or thirty one.

The truth is, Willem didn't know, because he didn't much remember.

He once left the world of straw. Or maybe he didn't. Or maybe he did and didn't. It was orange. Except when it was brown. But most of the time it was orange. And most of all, it was dangerous.

The ghosts weren't scared of the monster, but Willem was, so the ghosts let him be.

In that world of straw, the monster of four hundred and thirteen heads had no entry.


Chapter 4(13)

One day, one ghost of old was making a fuss.

He kept screaming things like, "I remember" and "I finally remember."

The ghost spoke.

He spoke many words that Willem didn't understand.

He spoke of "science tists". And of sad things. The old ghost said one day a great man from Fourt Pharma (was that like a farm, where the ghosts said the "animals" lived?) told the people of a secret. That secret was "Arteen". Arteen made everyone not be "dead." Arteen was easy to make and "cheep" and would make everything better. So everyone wanted Arteen. Everyone ate Arteen. For forty one years nothing bad happened. No one became "dead" or hurt. Everyone was happy.

But then, everyone became strange. And everyone forgot things. No one could remember who they were. They became a colours that you could see but not see at the same time. They were ghosts now. And they didn't even know it.

But now the old ghost said he could make everything good again, because he remembered.

That ghost was silly.

And so, the ghost left that world of straw.

Maybe he was never there at all.


EDIT: ZE END

This post has been edited by noahbody: Aug 10 2012, 02:44

noah you bastard, you said you were going away. Check your PMs, I've got a question for you.

Meeting today ended early.

Conversely, tomorrow I wake up at 5 am and go to sleep at 2 am ;_;

p.s.: PM answered

This post has been edited by noahbody: Aug 10 2012, 03:25