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| Mehere | Tuesday 16-11-2010, 09:09 Post #1 |
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Leader of Plutonians
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I like writing stories, so I'll do that here, for no particular reason. So, lets get things started with part 1 of this story, which I've made up on the spot: Prologue The old man looked out of his kitchen window, on the strangely empty garden belonging to the apartmentbuilding he lived in. He had never liked the silence of the area, and it was only made worse by the fact that he was retired now, and didn't have a job he could go to, to meet people, discuss recent events and joke around with. He wondered for a moment where all the time had gone. It seemed only yesterday, he had been a successful scientist in an ever evolving world, and now, now he was nothing. He didn't expect retirement to be so incredibly dull. He had always imagined retirement being the time in his life when he could do exactly what he wanted, but instead he had moved away from the one thing he did enjoy... Science. "Retirement isn't the glory you expected, is it?" As he stood there by the window, thinking, he hadn't noticed the door to his apartment open. Behind him stood a young man, in some of the blackest clothes imaginable. "You?!" The young man smiled. "Yes, Mr Lucas. Me." Mr Lucas seemed intensely worried by the appearance of the young man, and grabbed a kitchen knife. "Mr Lucas, do you really think you stand a chance against me?" "I've told you, I don't care about the project. It's yours!" "I'm sorry to say, it doesn't work like that." And without another word, the young man rised his arm and pointed a gun at Mr Lucas, who was now terrified. And, for the first time in years, a loud noise filled the area of the apartmentbuilding. The sound of gun fire. The last thoughts of Mr Lucas would never be heard, which would in turn make the following investigation a lot harder... |
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| Mehere | Tuesday 16-11-2010, 23:52 Post #2 |
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I see people had a lot of interest in this. >_> Either way, I'll still write more parts to this, and hopefully it'll catch on, eventually... <_< |
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| Mehere | Wednesday 17-11-2010, 23:31 Post #3 |
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Leader of Plutonians
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Chapter 1: An unexpected phone call The messy office of private detective, mr Thomas Harrison hadn't always looked the way it did. Despite his great skills, the need for private detectives had decreased to the point where he was never hired anymore, and his office had slowly gotten more and more disorganized. The normaly sterile looking office now seemed like it been through a war, or a terrible earthquake. The truth was, this was the first time in several months that Thomas returned to the office, not because he expected to get any work, but because it was the only place left where he hadn't looked for the contract on the building in which his office was located. Someone had insisted the contract required the owner to build an amusement park on the lot, and Thomas was certain it wasn't true. But, none of that is truly important to this story, beyond the fact that had he not come back here now, he would have missed the most important call of his life. As Thomas was about to leave, the only phone in the building started ringing, and Thomas stopped dead in his tracks, listening to the old phone, a phone he hadn't heard ringing in a very long time. He was almost surprised it still worked. Then he realized whoever was calling him wouldn't keep calling forever, and he ran as fast as he possibly could towards the phone. As he answered the phone, his entire body seemed to be shaking from the excitement. "Hello? This is Thomas Harrison." he said, hoping more than anything that this wasn't a dream, or a bad joke. "Thank god someone answered. I wasn't sure anyone would. The ad I found this number in was 2 years old." Thomas wasn't sure what to say. "This is mr Harrison's Private Investigation, isn't it?" "Yes, yes, of course. I'm just surprised to get this call. No one has called in years." "Well, I'm Gregory Norton, and we've been investigating a murder, but, we've come to a complete halt." "Is that even possible?" Thomas was intrigued by the idea that no modern day investigation techniques had helped in their investigation, but couldn't help but wonder why. "There's a total lack of evidence in the apartment in which we found the body. No fingerprints, no DNA, no emails or any other information that can send us in the right direction, not even a bullet. Whoever did this has really thought this through. You're our only hope left of figuring out what happened." Thomas didn't really have to think about it. He needed this, more than anything. "Who... who was murdered?" "A mr William Lucas." "The scientist?" "You know him?!" "Yes, he used to be my teacher, once!" |
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| Wakapanda Of Doom | Thursday 18-11-2010, 00:19 Post #4 |
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ONE OF THE ORIGINAL FUCKS
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I used to do this, in spanish, and never got farther than 3 or 4 chapters, ... I think Hillbilly has the best progress so far >_> |
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| Mr Whiskey Dick | Thursday 18-11-2010, 00:23 Post #5 |
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Magnificent Bastard
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Icall had a really long one going on SBA too at one point. |
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| MLWW | Thursday 18-11-2010, 00:26 Post #6 |
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Dutch Bastard
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We'll see how this turns out. |
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