Post by Mr. Creatve on Oct 7, 2016 17:38:53 GMT -8
[dv algn="center"]The Damsel n Dstress[/dv]
[dv style="text-algn:left;"] Allow me to start off at the begnnng. The story s of a Damsel, a Damsel who s really a servant of a Royal Kng. The Damsel s a very pretty lady, the only type of lady to ft any role of any romance fll. Her har be long, blonde, luscous wth curls. Shnes under the lght lke shny gems. Her blue eyes, how she dd not ft her role of a servant wth her looks. Her blues eyes sparkled, lke the stars of the nght sky. Her body, thn, curvy. Her fgure fttng what was to come. The attenton of a man. Catch on quck, ths s meant to be a []Love Story[/]... [/dv][dv style="text-algn:left;"]
[/dv] [dv style="text-algn:center;"][dv style="text-algn:left;"] Her lfe has left her, practcally hopeless of actually ever leavng ths, "Resort." Ths hell she serves. Such a terrble place, mentoned her beauty. mentoned she was out of place. mentoned, she served the kng. Have you caught on? She needs to get out, and alve. Back to the boy... Well, man. t s hm who s meant to rescue, "The Damsel n Dstress." He stands around the Castle's garden quarters durng the day, when publc access s allowed. Funny how such a treacherous cty can look so pretty on the outsde. The man stares at the lady as she personally tends the followers. How she carefully pcks at the leaves and stems, how she plants the seeds, waters the drt, strs and pours the fertlzer. How t angers hm to see her, st there, servng such an awful kng. To see all these people n the garden who don't mnd watchng these servants "Serve" s sckenng. roncally he watches her serve everyday.
Maybe not rony, maybe t s an attempt at plannng the escape. From all the tme he's spent there, he has routed all the sewer gates. f he managed to snatch her and brng through the gates and back to hs place, she could be free wthout a trace. Stll, he sts there watchng. Today's show more ntense than many before. Hs plan he planned to execute was about to be ntroduced to a mnor flaw. There s a revolt meant to take place, and take place t does. The servants, lady ncluded, shear today's flowers nstead of tendng to ther needs.
Now, 'm truly sorry to spol your possbly mnd boggled thoughts, though f you've yet to catch on these flowers are not flowers. Ths garden s far from one. These servants are the knd that serve n the most despcable ways. Today, they took the heads of the men and slashed away. The blood spllng, as one shouts, "Those who have stood and watched are next!" nstantly all who have watched are runnng. The man, so confused. So screwed n s head. Can he help and kll the men?
That was hs ntent, those seeng the volent eyes and, wat a mnute... There's no far lady. That's because she's gone. Now our, "Hero," faces the decson. Charge the mob or flee wth the crowd. Well, he dd not make hs decson fast enough for one of the, "Servants," pounced on hm. Her, exposed only added to the terror she brought to hm. A sharp, not a knfe but more lke a, fork? He saw and thought, []They clearly ddn't get very good revolt weapons. [/]He grabs her arm, the one that conssts of the hand holdng the... Fork. Barely even strugglng, he moves her to the sde. []Wth ther heads ths out of t, they'd all be easy to push asde for as long as watch the, mostly utensls and few blades.
[/] He, well rght after beng stabbed n the leg wth the fork, n a very pathetc manner, and turnng around to kck her away, moved towards the mob. Now scattered among those fleeng, there are less to deal wth. The lady yet to be found, must be n the... Castle. Well, 'll throw t out there, the Castle s a, "Castle." Another hnt, t's merely above the garden. So, before you go expectng an epc chase down long halls full of doors and guards, know that sn't the case. No, nstead expect three rooms, a so called Kng, and one wndow.
Runnng up the stars, the man feels a stng n hs thgh. No attenton gven, and reaches the three doors. These doors are down a hallway. One on the left, another on the rght, and the last at the very end. The queston, whch door does he open? Logcally, the one at the very end. So he progresses, makng hs way to the end. How the hallway feels only to get longer as he goes. Hs legs grow weary fast, as f each step weghs more. He begns to breathe heaver as he goes. The two doors, he reaches them, sde by sde. The decson of left or rght decdes hs fate. Funny how nether budge as he attempts to open them. The last door, far down the hall, []how far does ths stretch?
[/] The last door, drawng nearer though appearng farther, has the man feelng trapped. From ths feelng, he passes out. Collapsng n the long, never endng hallway. That s untl he s awaken, by a lady wth long blonde har and blue eyes that sparkle. She helps hm up. She tells hm he must go, and drags hm along to the last door. "Through here, quckly." She opens the door and pushes hm through. nsde, just an empty room, square, four plan brown walls, and a really cold lookng tle floor. The man baffled by what just happened. Too confused to react to the screams that followed on the other sde of the door...
The man just stood starrng at the walls, n slght shock. []How she was beautful,[/] hs mnd clearly taken by the lady. []The lady! Those screams![/] He turns to open the door, though t seems to be locked. Locked from the hallway, []Why would a door lock from a hallway? What s ths room?[/] He begns slammng nto the door, "Let me out!" He cres, terrfed for the sake of the lady. He kcks at the door, beats the door wth hs hands, even yells at the door expectng t to open. Nothng works, "Why won't ths damn door open?" He curses the door. []What door smply doesn't budge?[/]
[] [/]He goes to a corner and sts, gvng up on the door. He sobs for a moment, "What has happened? Am a fool, s she dead?"
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[dv style="text-algn:left;"] Allow me to start off at the begnnng. The story s of a Damsel, a Damsel who s really a servant of a Royal Kng. The Damsel s a very pretty lady, the only type of lady to ft any role of any romance fll. Her har be long, blonde, luscous wth curls. Shnes under the lght lke shny gems. Her blue eyes, how she dd not ft her role of a servant wth her looks. Her blues eyes sparkled, lke the stars of the nght sky. Her body, thn, curvy. Her fgure fttng what was to come. The attenton of a man. Catch on quck, ths s meant to be a []Love Story[/]... [/dv][dv style="text-algn:left;"]
[/dv] [dv style="text-algn:center;"][dv style="text-algn:left;"] Her lfe has left her, practcally hopeless of actually ever leavng ths, "Resort." Ths hell she serves. Such a terrble place, mentoned her beauty. mentoned she was out of place. mentoned, she served the kng. Have you caught on? She needs to get out, and alve. Back to the boy... Well, man. t s hm who s meant to rescue, "The Damsel n Dstress." He stands around the Castle's garden quarters durng the day, when publc access s allowed. Funny how such a treacherous cty can look so pretty on the outsde. The man stares at the lady as she personally tends the followers. How she carefully pcks at the leaves and stems, how she plants the seeds, waters the drt, strs and pours the fertlzer. How t angers hm to see her, st there, servng such an awful kng. To see all these people n the garden who don't mnd watchng these servants "Serve" s sckenng. roncally he watches her serve everyday.
Maybe not rony, maybe t s an attempt at plannng the escape. From all the tme he's spent there, he has routed all the sewer gates. f he managed to snatch her and brng through the gates and back to hs place, she could be free wthout a trace. Stll, he sts there watchng. Today's show more ntense than many before. Hs plan he planned to execute was about to be ntroduced to a mnor flaw. There s a revolt meant to take place, and take place t does. The servants, lady ncluded, shear today's flowers nstead of tendng to ther needs.
Now, 'm truly sorry to spol your possbly mnd boggled thoughts, though f you've yet to catch on these flowers are not flowers. Ths garden s far from one. These servants are the knd that serve n the most despcable ways. Today, they took the heads of the men and slashed away. The blood spllng, as one shouts, "Those who have stood and watched are next!" nstantly all who have watched are runnng. The man, so confused. So screwed n s head. Can he help and kll the men?
That was hs ntent, those seeng the volent eyes and, wat a mnute... There's no far lady. That's because she's gone. Now our, "Hero," faces the decson. Charge the mob or flee wth the crowd. Well, he dd not make hs decson fast enough for one of the, "Servants," pounced on hm. Her, exposed only added to the terror she brought to hm. A sharp, not a knfe but more lke a, fork? He saw and thought, []They clearly ddn't get very good revolt weapons. [/]He grabs her arm, the one that conssts of the hand holdng the... Fork. Barely even strugglng, he moves her to the sde. []Wth ther heads ths out of t, they'd all be easy to push asde for as long as watch the, mostly utensls and few blades.
[/] He, well rght after beng stabbed n the leg wth the fork, n a very pathetc manner, and turnng around to kck her away, moved towards the mob. Now scattered among those fleeng, there are less to deal wth. The lady yet to be found, must be n the... Castle. Well, 'll throw t out there, the Castle s a, "Castle." Another hnt, t's merely above the garden. So, before you go expectng an epc chase down long halls full of doors and guards, know that sn't the case. No, nstead expect three rooms, a so called Kng, and one wndow.
Runnng up the stars, the man feels a stng n hs thgh. No attenton gven, and reaches the three doors. These doors are down a hallway. One on the left, another on the rght, and the last at the very end. The queston, whch door does he open? Logcally, the one at the very end. So he progresses, makng hs way to the end. How the hallway feels only to get longer as he goes. Hs legs grow weary fast, as f each step weghs more. He begns to breathe heaver as he goes. The two doors, he reaches them, sde by sde. The decson of left or rght decdes hs fate. Funny how nether budge as he attempts to open them. The last door, far down the hall, []how far does ths stretch?
[/] The last door, drawng nearer though appearng farther, has the man feelng trapped. From ths feelng, he passes out. Collapsng n the long, never endng hallway. That s untl he s awaken, by a lady wth long blonde har and blue eyes that sparkle. She helps hm up. She tells hm he must go, and drags hm along to the last door. "Through here, quckly." She opens the door and pushes hm through. nsde, just an empty room, square, four plan brown walls, and a really cold lookng tle floor. The man baffled by what just happened. Too confused to react to the screams that followed on the other sde of the door...
The man just stood starrng at the walls, n slght shock. []How she was beautful,[/] hs mnd clearly taken by the lady. []The lady! Those screams![/] He turns to open the door, though t seems to be locked. Locked from the hallway, []Why would a door lock from a hallway? What s ths room?[/] He begns slammng nto the door, "Let me out!" He cres, terrfed for the sake of the lady. He kcks at the door, beats the door wth hs hands, even yells at the door expectng t to open. Nothng works, "Why won't ths damn door open?" He curses the door. []What door smply doesn't budge?[/]
[] [/]He goes to a corner and sts, gvng up on the door. He sobs for a moment, "What has happened? Am a fool, s she dead?"
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