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04-11-2008, 07:19 PM
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| Gunzfactorian Guardian  |  A Wonderful Colorful World Something i typed on a whim. I just sat up and said "I'll right a story today!" Here goes... ______________________________________________ Heavy footfalls pervaded the silent hallways of Colour Haven, echoing through the peaceful setting. These steps belonged to a pair of guardsmen escorting, not kindly, a certain individual on an account of some crime. Doors to some sort of judicial court came crashing open as these two guardsmen roughly shoved the certain individual in the middle of the colossal room. As guardsmen left, one of them looked back and mimed spitting on the floor beside the certain individual's feet. As the individual brushed himself off, one could see that all of his apparel seemed to be some shade of green. Whether it be the light green cloak or the dark green trousers, one could say this man was obsessed with the color green. As he looked around the room, his bright green eyes pierced the darkness in an attempt to cut through its blackness. Lights brightened from an unknown source. The darkness shrank back, revealing three high seats of Color: Red on the right, Yellow on the left, and Blue in the Center. In these seats sat the origins of all color, Lord Blue, Lady Red, and Lady Yellow. The three had unusually hard expressions and all of them were centered at the fourth occupant of the room. Lord Blue sighed. "Mr. Green?" he queried. His voice was musical in all aspects. "Yes, that is I," the man in question said. "How may I be of service today?" he added sarcastically, his deep voice rumbling in mirth. "Today is no time for jest!" Lady Red shrilled. "You will pay for what you did to my Dear Orange!" Lady Yellow shrieked. "Now, now Lady Red, Lady Yellow," Lord Blue said quietly. "We have to ask him why he did this. "Why did you murder Mr. Orange, Mr. Green?" Mr. Green gazed at Lord Blue and said, "First off, I did not kill him. We were hunting together, trailing a young doe. When I sighted it, I turned to Mr. Orange and he was dead, his blood on the forest floor." "Lies, LIES!" Lady Red cried. "Kill him, KILL HIM!" Lady Yellow screamed. Lord Blue calmed down the two hysterical women and turned to Mr. Green. "And yet, the evidence points to you, Mr. Green. Mr. Orange's transmitter went down the instant you went near him. That is proof enough for the regular councils to decide. "But then we are not regular councils are we?" Lord Blue smiled. "We are the Supreme Council! We are the ancients of color! WE created YOU!" Lord Blue stood up as he said that last sentence. "Some Supreme Council..." Mr. Green muttered. Then to himself, "made up of two veiny harpies and one pompous, arrogant, SO--" "Silence! I will not tolerate any discrimination to myself and as well as Lady Red and Lady Yellow. "If you want to die so much then so be it. I give you death. Death by block." Lord Blue smiled, and all of his musical, graceful movements shattered. As soon as Lord Blue bared his soul to Mr. Green just for a second, Mr. Green could see the writhing, squirming blackness that was the most repugnant evil he ever saw. But he was still reeling of shock about the manner of the death sentence. "Death by BLOCK?!" he cried. "But that was outlawed as too graphic years ago!" His terror was barely contained. "Ah, but for you, Mr. Green, I will make an exception," Lord Blue smiled his sinister smile again. "Death by block, is not just a simple removing of the head though. After we crush your head between two granite blocks, your body will be thrown over the Wall of Colour and will lie there for eternity or until the carrions pick your bones clean." Lady Yellow and Lady Red smiled and shrieked with laughter. "That will be you fate for disrupting the everlasting peace of this place!" They both screamed. The pair of guardsmen who heard the conversation inside, grinned at the sight of Mr. Green, and escorted him to his holding cell until morning the next day. Pondering what the hell to do at this point Mr. Green paced around the enclosed room for hours, thinking of a way to convince the delusional Lord Blue that he did not have any correlation to Mr. Orange's death. As he thought and wondered, dawn came all too soon. The last hour was totally agonizing. Mr. Green watched as the seconds ticked by and how he would die, ungracefully, and not be able to redeem himself. Sneering, he turned away from the little cell window. Finally, the guardsmen came and trotted off with him, Dressed in a simple cotton shirt, all of his possessions would be burned after his execution for there would be no need for them. As he walked out onto the ramparts where the sun was first casting its feeble rays, he noticed a crowd of color denizens have gathered to "witness" his execution. _______________________________________ Added a bit more. Added a bit more more. Last edited by Sarcor; 04-18-2008 at 07:35 PM. |
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04-11-2008, 07:53 PM
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| Gunzfactorian Commando  Join Date: Mar 2006 Location: Germany
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    | Re: A Wonderful Colorful World Quote:
no srsly gonna read it tomorrowz, cuz today I are too tiredz D= | |
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