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I thought that's what you meant at first, but the opportunity was just too good to pass up.

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You didn't have to go and do multiple threads depending on what Beethro does. I didn't mean that literally, it was just a bit of (failed) humor. I.e. you weren't even supposed to choose one of those. Quick, delete the other posts!

LOL @ the tissue. Just when you think someone can't possibly take it in a totally opposite direction... they do.

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As an afterthought, if you could make them all converge back into one storyline again, that would be cool. But the chances of that happening are slim.

EDIT: Watch me post to all three in a not-so-futile attempt to bring them back together.

[Edited by Sokko on 10-04-2003 at 10:55 PM]

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Beethro jumped at the teleportation tile, felt queasy for a moment, and found himself sitting outside on the grass next to another tile. It was carefully concealed to blend in with the surrounding trees. Beethro realized he was now totally lost (as if he hadn't been before) and started walking in an arbitrary direction, figuring he'd have to reach his house sooner or later.

He soon came upon a small clearing with the top of a large service elevator shaft protruding from it. He recognized the look of the machinery from the factory, then jumped behind a tree as the elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal a supergoblin with a walking box in tow. He walked around to the back of the elevator and down a path at the opposite end of the clearing. Beethro was faced with a dilemma: Should he follow the supergoblin to see where he went, or go down in the elevator and learn more about the strange factory?




If you look at the other two story posts, you'll see that I have now conveniently merged the plotlines together again. I beg of you, don't split up the storyline ever again. It causes way too much confusion. So choose one of the above choices, but DON'T split up and choose both.

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P.S. Though the storyline is now back in one piece, it still creates a problem for referring back to previous events. So, the first person who refers back to that confused period will solidify the set of events that we are saying happened then.

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zex20913 wrote:
I thought that's what you meant at first, but the opportunity was just too good to pass up.

Ooh... Never mind...

I'll find a way of including the pink [brain] tissue somehow later on...

Sokko wrote:
If you look at the other two story posts, you'll see that I have now conveniently merged the plotlines together again. I beg of you, don't split up the storyline ever again. It causes way too much confusion. So choose one of the above choices, but DON'T split up and choose both.

OK then, but just as a reminder to what happens when you try some humour and others take it seriously, I propose that we leave the threads where they are, intact and complete.

Anyway...

Beethro thought that the factory, even though he also thought it was the Warp Hold and his house all at the same time in some strange, mysterious way, was still going to be there when he came back, while the supergoblin most certainly would not be, and he had no guarantee that it would not be there, so he followed it out of the clearing.

As he walked, he saw recently bored shafts leading down into the depths from where he had so narowly escaped, probably, he thought, they were ventilation shafts to those weird dungeons created by that magic sword. In fact, he could still hear the faint echoes of the clanging, thudding and cracking of the sword's work coming from far below. Beethro shuddered and hurried quietly after the supergoblin, who was now quite far ahead of him.

Presently, the supergoblin stopped outside a large rock. Beethro, crouched behind a bush, waited to see what he would do next. Deep in Beethro's mind, however, he wondered why the supergoblin, even though he could mind-read, did not know he was there.

As if in response to this very thought, it turned, motioned as f it was sensing something in the air, and walked towards the bush. Beethro leapt forward and brandished his sword, scaring the supergoblin so much that it froze, trembling.

"Don't move a muscle. You know that I always move first," Beethro said in a loud voice. It was something that Beethro himself did not quite believe, but he had seen it happening in dungeons where he had managed to save himself from impossible situations because this strange rule seemed to work at that time, so he decided to say it to frighten the supergoblin. The supergoblin, however, wasn't frightened of Beethro's imposing body. Instead, it was actually the fact that the super-invisibility potion had not worn off yet, so all it could see was a really big sword floating in mid-air. Beethro sensed his opportunity and tried to impale it on his sword, but the supergoblin had sensed this thought, and quickly ducked aside. It ran back to the rock, and pushing a hidden button on it, opening a hidden door, ran inside. Beethro picked his sword up, and gave chase, but the supergoblin could run faster and managed to get to a self-locking door at the far end of a chamber just as Beethro entered the chamber.

Beethro looked around. There was no other exit he could see except the one the supergoblin had run through, but it was locked. Instead, what he could see were many lines of orbs, grouped in threes, and a large, dark mass or tar in front of him.

Beethro, for some strange reason, realised this entire room was a coded lock, and the tar mass just hid the doors from view, so he would have to know the correct code before trying to get through the tar to the entrance it hid.

Beethro counted. "30 groups of orbs?" he thought. "I'll never be able to figure it out." Beethro grew worried as he could be discovered at any moment. "What shall I do?" he thought. "Should I try to figure out the combination or go back to the factory?"

[Edited by agaricus5 on 10-04-2003 at 11:49 PM]

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Beethro decided to head back to the factory. He found himself on a platform high above the main section. He was right beside a door that said ACCESS FORBIDDEN: TOP SECRET. He headed through and was greeted by another sign that said NEW MONSTERS TEST CAGES. Beethro looked around. The room was jammed full with weird things that might have been monsters in some other reality. There were skeletens, wolf-beasts, something that looked like a super-brain, and many more. Then, Beethro heard something.

A little goblin hurried down the passage. He headed straight for another one. He said quickly, "We must hurry and tidy up. Supergoblin 4621 is getting upset. You know the 'Leather's inspection group tours the cages in five minutes!"

Beethro peeked around the corner. About ten magic swords came through another door, followed by a troop of supergoblins. Then came five huge trolls, each holding a mace and chain.

Our hero decided that discretion is the better part of valour and quickly nipped inside and empty cage. From here he could see better. Behind all of them was a creature he had never seen before. On its front was written 'LEATHER. Beethro gasped in shock. It was..........

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It was just the bodyguard. There were two large creatures wearing T-shirts (XXXXXX...L) that said "'Leather" on the front and "Protection Unit" on the back.

Beethro was still in shock though, because it was a creature of mythical proportions. The mace-toting trolls looked like flea's fleas compared to the bodyguards. Their muscles reminded Beethro of his ancestor, Cothro, who everyone just called the Barbarian. Cothro's brother, Hercthro was pretty ripped too, but they too paled in comparison to these creatures.

Squinting tightly, Beethro saw that they were Triclops. A mythical creature with three eyes instead of two.

Once, some people tried to commit crimes by pretending they were Triclops. They went into the national treasury and demanded all of the gold. They also roared. The plan would have worked if an adept minion of the King had not noticed the strings with which the third "eyes" were attached.

But to see the things coming out of the legends, Beethro paled. He thought "THINGS! There's more than one! I thought supergoblins and skeletons would be tough, but...4! Four Triclops! What are they carrying?..."

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Each one carried a giant sword, using them to make signs in the air, turn on the lights, and lay down a large platform.

"Magic swords. Of course."

The Triclops walked forward, carefully flanking something between them that Beethro couldn't see. They talked in low voices, and every once in a while, a Triclops would lift his sword and make a creature in a cage disentegrate.

"Apparently they have to pass the test, and then soon these creatures will be released in dungeons everywhere." Beethro thought of the implications. He looked at the other monsters, but one row of cages caught his eye. It said, "SUPER-MONSTERS". There was a guy just like the 'Neather in one cage, where a sign said "PASSED". Beside it was a giant wolf, and then a serpent QUEEEN, creating serpents every thirty turns. Then, Beethro froze.
The 'Leather inspection group had come to his cage.

A Triclops suspended him in mid-air with its sword, and turned Beethro around. They talked in low murmurs that Beethro could not hear. In a few seconds he would know his fate..........







OK, everybody, I stopped at this point, but I'd like you to let Beethro be able to see what the inspection group says about the supermonsters.....

Thanks!

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I've discovered I like this technique of giving the next poster a decision to make before he continues the story. Let's keep it up, shall we?



Beethro could barely make out what they were saying. "He has a big sword, that's a definite plus." "Looks much better than that silly 'Neather with his little hammer." After more discussion, one of the triclops turned around and used his magic sword to create a big "PASSED" sticker and slap it on the front of Beethro's cage. They then moved on to other cages. Beethro still had not seen whatever it was that the triclops were guarding so carefully as they moved about, though he guessed it was the 'Leather, the apparent mastermind behind this whole thing.

But he still didn't understand why they were mass-producing dungeons. Perhaps they intended to sell the pre-fab dungeons to kings who didn't want to wait a year or two. But why the monsters? What they were doing was known as "seeding" among smitemasters, a greatly frowned-upon technique that ensured kings would have to pay big bucks for an exterminator without even waiting for a real infestation to pop up. So why would the 'Leather want to earn money for the smitemasters? None of it made sense.

While he was thinking, the triclops had finished with their inspection. A supergoblin came running in and muttered something to the bodyguards, and the whole group moved out of the room and slammed the door.

Beethro stuck his sword into the cage lock and twisted it around until the latch clicked and the bars swung open. He ripped the PASSED sticker off his cage and closed it so it wouldn't look like anything had been in there. Before leaving, he performed a hasty inspection of the stickers (again, with strange spaced-out writing) on the other new monsters' cages: Most of them hadn't passed. The skeletons' cage said "NEED WORK: KEEP FALLING APART", the wolves' cage said "TOO MUCH HOWLING: FIND SILENCING METHOD", the super-brain's cage said "TOO SMART. DESTROY IMMEDIATELY.", and the serpent queen's cage said "WOULD FLOOD DUNGEON TOO QUICKLY: DECREASE PRODUCTION RATE".

Beethro checked the PASSED 'Neather-like being; in fact, it was an exact copy of the 'Neather, sleeping in the corner of the cage. If they could make one copy, what stopped them from making a 'Neather for every dungeon they created? Or worse, multiple-'Neather dungeons? This was seeding to an extreme, though for what reason he still didn't know.

He looked around at the exits available to him. There was the door he had come in by, which lead to the elevator that would take him back to the surface. There was a door in the far wall labeled "TESTING ROOM", there was a door to his right labeled "DESIGN ROOM", and there was a door to his left labeled "MAIN CONTROL BOARD". Which should he pick?

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Beethro paused again. "I must have been in difficult positions or have had to make difficult decisions at least centonce
(100 times) since this all started. What shall I do now?" Beethro mused.

Walking quietly over to the main control room door, he heard the hum of computers and the patter of many feet running around in a hurry. He decided that going in would not be a good idea as there were many things inside which could raise the alarm and have him caught.
He walked up to the testing room door and listened carefully. Loud snarling and shouting came from within the door, along with the clang of swords and the repeated biting noises of what ever was inside. Suddenly a huge scream was let out from inside and a hurried sound of crunching and chomping followed. Beethro immediately removed his ear from the door, trembling. He decided at once that he would rather face a supergoblin than go inside and face whatever beast they were "tesing" in there.

Going to the design room door, he listened carefully again, but heard no sound. He knocked, but still heard nothing move from within the room. Opening the door quietly, he found it was actually more of an architect's studio, but also with an air of a scientist's lab. It was empty, so he went in. On the desks he saw sketches and drawings of various kinds, some of monsters he knew, some on ones he had seen in the cages, and some of ones he had never imagined before in his entire life. In addition, he also found hundreds of books on things like monster anatomy and biology, and books containing formulae and instructions on how to build organic materials. On one table, he saw a tray of chemicals, the flasks and powders all neatly lined up in rows, as if it was ready for collection to be taken to another laboratory.

He caught sight of a map near to the tray. Beethro picked it up and was shocked to find it was a map of the lock room with the orbs and tar that he had followed the supergoblin into earlier. Scribbled on it were thirty digits, with references to the groups of orbs they referred to. On one corner of the map, Beethro saw a set of instructions.

"Take the chemicals and the monster notes to the lock room." Beethro read. "Unlock the doors and proceed through tar to get to secret entrance. When you get there, press the red button on the door to lock the gate behind you and go down the stairs. Take the things to the technicians down there who will start making it."

Beethro was stunned. He wondered what they were hiding down there in that room with the tar and gate lock, and realised it must be an extremely powerful machine to be able to create monsters from just some raw materials and instructions. He leafed through one of the books, but found it full of strange drawings and notes he couldn't understand.

Taking the map, he turned and left the room.

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Beethro went through the lock smoothly, and entered another room. However, as he passed over the force arrow, he realized the room was filled with his enemies! Just when he was about to start fighting, a supergoblin spoke.

"Ah, Tester, you're late. Oh well, put the notes and chemicals on the table."

Beethro wasn't really sure what he should do, so he simply complied immediately. The was in deep thought when the supergoblin interrupted again.

"All right, Tester, here are 12 rooms, each with a new monster theme. The rooms are, in order, skeletons, wolves, trolls, evil monkeys, dart throwers, goblin mothers, serpent queens, digging worms, magic wizards, whip-vines, bouncing boogas, and our latest supermonster, which I am not allowed to tell you about. You are permitted to kill these monsters in the tests.

"By the way, nice costume. You look exactly like Beethro. Anyways, there will be a button when you defeat the last room. Press it when you are done. 'Leather's orders, we have to lock you in."

He used a magic sword to push Beethro into the first room, and he locked the yellow door behind him. There were no orbs in this first room. There were.....






I think this will be fun. But please don't skip any of the monsters going through. Make Beethro face each and every one of them, and give a little detail please.

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There were, to Beethro's surprise, just old bones on the floor. Beethro turned to the door and began to shout back to the technicians outside that there was nothing in here to fight. Almost as soon as Beethro began to do this, however, the roar of some sort of machine began to fill the room, deafening Beethro.

A sort of pointer, hanging from the ceiling, began to move, slowly at first, but soon began to move in quick, jerky rotations, as if it was surveying the room for some reason. The end of the pointer began to glow with a blue light, and to Beethro's horror, suddenly shot out a sort of blue laser at the bones.

The beam moved around and over the bones, moving them into position and somehow animating them. After a few shocked minutes of watching, the machine stopped and the room fell silent except for the creaking of the bones of the skeleton that now stood before Beethro.

[Edited by agaricus5 on 10-07-2003 at 08:43 PM]

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This happened several times, while Beethro was too dumbfounded to move. There were now five of them. They seemed to be quite smart, because they each picked up different weapons and spread out. Then, the beam created a horse and one skeleton got on it. Now, he was facing a skeleton-rider on a horse and two with bows beside him, and two others with axes trying to slowly flank him from behind.

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One more thing.....

Beethro's grandfather had often sat him on his knee when he was a child and told him about mythical monsters. One of these were the great Skeletons. They were incredibly smart and hard to kill, because they reformed when simply chopped with a sword. Also, if you were touched by any skeleton weapon, you started to turn into one, a process of about 10 minutes. Then, Beethro suddenly heard two TWANG!!!!!s as two arrows flew from the skeleton bows as the five skeletons closed in for the kill.

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The two arrows missed Beethro narrowly, both striking the wall directly above Beethro's head. As one of the axe-carrying skeletons charged at him, he leapt out of the way and made for the gap where the skeleton had been. Right before Beethro reached the gap, the other axe-carrying skeleton moved in front of him, but he had too much momentum and was unable to stop. He threw his sword in front of him, and it stabbed the skeleton, making it collapse. Beethro ran right over the collapsed skeleton, and when he turned around, he saw the skeleton rebuilding itself. Backing away, Beethro watched the skeletons, waiting to see what they would do next.

-Noah

[Edited by NoahT on 10-11-2003 at 06:44 AM GMT: Clarification]

[Edited by NoahT on 10-11-2003 at 06:48 AM GMT: More Detail]

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This thread is awfully low, so I'm bumping it.

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The skeletons ringed Beethro and had about backed him into a corner when, all of a sudden, one by one they fell apart. "Blast!" he heard a peeved voice shout, booming as if from overhead. "Those things STILL can't stay together!" The green gate went down and Beethro wasn't planning on helping the voice put them back together. He sprinted off to the next room.


[Architect's Note: There is a monster combo in the next version that actually works like these skeletons...and it is SCARY!]

[Edited by mrimer on 10-15-2003 at 04:40 PM GMT]

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Beethro read the scroll in the next room. "Chameleon Werewolves: Do Not Enter. One Bite is Fatal." As Beethro looked in, a huge bout of howling occured. However, he couldn't see anything. Suddenly, something banged against a force arrow in front of him. For a microsecond, a huge gray wolf appeared, but he regained control and dissolved into the colour of the floor. Beethro staggered back, open-mouthed.

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Beethro backed into a safe corner and kept swinging his sword back and forth, killing enemies he barely had time to see. "These are even worse than those stupid spiders," thought Beethro. After the initial onslaught was over, Beethro had a chance to look around. The room was different than every other room he had cleaned up before. It was like he was outdoors - there was brush everywhere, and the ceiling was curiously missing. Looking up, he gazed into a large, full moon.

Beethro heard a snarl and snapped back to attention. Again, he swung his sword back and forth wildly, mowing through a second wave of werewolves.

The sun started to peek up out of its hole, and the moon disappeared in the brightness. Beethro looked around, stunned, as people started appearing out of nowhere. He overheard one of them say to another "Man, I *hate* when that happens. Good thing there won't be another full moon until next month."

Anxious to get out of this "test", Beethro ran on to the next room where he encountered....



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A heap of rocks.

Puzzled, Beethro prodded the nearest. Nothing happened. Thinking back to the skeletons, Beethro wondered what danger rocks could present.

Suddenly there was a large rattle. One rock was moving. Slowly, it unfolded to reveal an enormous troll, about twenty foot tall. Slowly, the beast lumbered towards Beethro, giant wooden club raised. As it came closer, other trolls began to appear out of the rubble.

Beethro ran in and slashed his sword into the first troll. To his surprise, it bounced off as if it were solid rock. Which of course it was.

Fortunately, the trolls were slow and Beethro was able to outrun the four slow beasts. But extermination is a strenuous business, and soon he began to tire. He tried very hard not to think about what damage a large, animate lump of rock could do to him, and failed. He had to get rid of these trolls - and fast.

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However, trolls are very stupid, Beethro seemed to recall from somewhere, and he decided that he might try to do something about this to his advantage. Several times, he manoevred so the trolls had to walk through walls and across pits, but the walls crumbled and they climbed out of the pits.

Beethro, with a little strategic positioning, jumped between the trolls and each swiped him at the same time. He ducked, and each troll struck itself a huge blow with its own club. Chuckling, Beethro jumped away and turned to find out what had happened.

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He literally saw a huge mass of rubble scattered over the entire room. The force of the blows has been so great that they just disintegrated into powder.

Surprisingly, the voice actually commented positively about the trolls. "They're a little stupid," it said, "but it's not really that much of a problem when you look at what they can do."
"Yes," replied another voice. "I think they might need some reinforcing structures within them to stop them smashing each other so easily, but they don't have to do much fighting - we can just use them as diggers and excavators to help us access dungeons more easily."
"I agree," it continued. "So...I think they've just about passed the test." The voice paused as scribbling noises filled the room. Once it had finished writing, the voice continued: "OK tester, continue on to the small chamber on the side where we have a few refreshments laid out for you before you continue. Take no more than tem minutes to rest and then continue on to the next room."

Beethro carefully avoided touching the piles of dust and organic remains, and stepped into the small room that had opened up. Beethro sat down and rested for a short while, but decided not to eat anything because he was worried that he would be sick later on if he did.

Presently, Beethro left the room, not wanting to anger the speaker and entered the next room. This room was a little more decorated than before, with more pits and walls in it, and strange, giant creeper-like things strung across the walls and pits.

The laser pointer began to animate above Beethro's head and slowly, it began to produce a large number of giant monkeys with giant fangs, all of which began to chatter at once, filling the whole room with a deafening noise. Suddenly, one of them looked directly at Beethro and screeched.

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The other monkeys promptly pounced on the screeching monkey, tearing into him with large, sharp claws. Once they got bored of mutilating it, then turned on each other, blood flying everywhere. Beethro stayed back and let the monkeys sort each other out.

A few minutes later - the last monkey having risen up, given a soft 'ook', crawled towards Beethro, slipped on its compatriot's blood and slid into the pit - the door opened with an air of disappointment. Yes, doors can do that in dungeons. Shut up.

Beethro stepped through into an empty room, tiled not with the traditional garish checkerbopard pattern, but with a bulls-eye. The walls had numbers randomly scrawled on them with switches in front of each.

Suddenly...

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Beethro wandered around for a while, feeling quite stupid, until he walked into the center of the bull's eye and he heard a soft whooshing. Darts flew everywhere and Beethro hit the floor. He gradually became aware of a pain in his side. He checked it, and there was a sort of numbness spreading from that spot.

Looking around, Beethro realized that a bunch of little trumpet-like beings had appeared out of nowhere, and Beethro charged. They fired darts again, and dodged. Beethro ploughed past them and hit a switch by accident. One dart thrower vanished.

"So I have to flip all the switches, do I?" Beethro mused. He went for the next switch, but another shower of darts came. He was hit twice more.

The dart throwers began to cheer as Beethro keeled over on the floor, gradually being paralyzed by the poison.

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Though Beethro was feeling stiff, he couldn't help but notice a little bottle in a corner of the room. He squinted at it, and noticed it had a label on it that read "ANTIDOTE." Beethro slowly began to heave himself towards the bottle, when he heard yet another WHOOSH and looked up in time to see more darts flying towards him. He was about to be hit when...

-Noah

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...all the darts missed. About ten of the little robots had entered the room. The dart throwers whirled and pelted them with darts, but they had no effect against metal. The robots ran up to him and started handing him pink tissue.

"No thanks. Can you guys get the antidote for me?" But the robots kept stubbornly offering the pink tissue.

"Oh all right." Beethro blew and continued heaving himself towards the tiny bottle. Then, he realized that the robots had words on them that said TESTER BACKUP SQUAD - ONE HELPING ONLY.

The robots jumped around the room, flipping all the switches. but then they disappeared. Apparently their "use" had been expired.

Beethro silently thanked the robots when he realized that there were still three dart throwers left and that he could no longer move at all. Feeling tired, he closed his eyes and his mind began to waver (another effect of the poison).

With his last rational thought, he saw that the bottle of antidote was still in the corner, five squares away.....

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Beethro was starting to collapse. He could feel the poison getting closer and closer to where it would be fatal. As his vision started to blur, he suddenly noticed a gray blob had appeared in the corner where the antidote bottle was. Beethro could make out the blob moving towards him, then his eyes closed and he went unconscious.

Beethro awoke to find himself in the refreshment room he'd rested in after defeating the trolls. He was lying in bed, the pain was gone, the little antidote bottle stood empty on the bedside table, and what looked like a modified robot was looking over Beethro, massaging his leg comfortingly. Beethro also saw his sword on the table. He was now feeling fine, but also tired. Relaxed by the robot rubbing his leg, Beethro put his head back down on the pillow, and said "Thanks," to the robot.

It was then that Beethro realized the robot resembled someone he knew. It was...

-Noah

[Edited by NoahT on 10-18-2003 at 01:58 AM GMT: Spelling and grammar errors]

[Edited by NoahT on 10-18-2003 at 05:30 AM GMT: More info]

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I have a question about this thread, due to the fact that sometimes there have been large time periods in between posts. My question is: Is a member allowed to continue the story with consective posts? What I mean is that is it okay to continue the story once, then post another continuation before anyone else? Thanks!

-Noah

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It's alright to do it once in a while, just as long as you don't do it too often.

[Edited by agaricus5 on 10-23-2003 at 11:12 PM GMT: Missing word]

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