I want you to write a story (it might not be terrible but no, it probably will be)
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As he stood transfixed by the green glow emanating from the computer screen The name Arek started to vanish letter by letter, and then slowly began to reappear, one letter at a time "P P I C L A I M S"
Holding his head in his hands he screamed out loud the sounds echoing off the bunkers reinforced walls "I've been infiltrated"
Holding his head in his hands he screamed out loud the sounds echoing off the bunkers reinforced walls "I've been infiltrated"
Slightly taken aback by the bizarre lapse of reality, kwerk leaped across the room and answered the call.
Arek appeared on the screen and kwerk quickly realised that he looked distressed, a much lighter shade of green than usual.
There was also something in his hand, kwerk winced and tried to make out what the object was.....
Arek appeared on the screen and kwerk quickly realised that he looked distressed, a much lighter shade of green than usual.
There was also something in his hand, kwerk winced and tried to make out what the object was.....
Man of Honour
It was a new type of spray distribution device to paint his lawn pink.
Oh how I wish I could dye my lawn in 20g gravity.
Oh how I wish I could dye my lawn in 20g gravity.
Soldato
Kwerk and Arek observe their two distinct orbits intertwine, like a binary star system on the edge of reason.
Kwerk proclaims to Arek; "We are one side of both coins. Let us pool our resources!"
Arek, toward Kwerk; "This is a much refined version of my previous work."
Together, they stand alone. Eine Liebe, zwei Pistolen.
Kwerk proclaims to Arek; "We are one side of both coins. Let us pool our resources!"
Arek, toward Kwerk; "This is a much refined version of my previous work."
Together, they stand alone. Eine Liebe, zwei Pistolen.
Man of Honour
Nina threw herself restlessly around the bed. Strands of hair covered her face as her breasts rose and fell beneath the sheet.
She groaned, “Kwerk, Kwerk” rolled over yet again and drifted into a deep slumber. She did not hear the bedroom open.
She groaned, “Kwerk, Kwerk” rolled over yet again and drifted into a deep slumber. She did not hear the bedroom open.
Permabanned
Mistakenly Arek shot the girl with his pistol.
"Where do we go from here?" asked Kwerk.
"I can have no witness to my skill..."
"Where do we go from here?" asked Kwerk.
"I can have no witness to my skill..."
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Mistakenly Arek shot the girl with his pistol.
"Where do we go from here?" asked Kwerk.
"I can have no witness to my skill," Arek says flatly. "Too many loose ends. We go north."
Kwerk looks on, puzzled. "North," he says before asking, "North? Are you sure? Doesn't that put us right back into the firing line?"
Arek waits for the realisation to happen. A moment passes, perhaps two. Kwerk begins to smile. Arek nods.
"We're going to need guns, I suppose" says Kwerk.
"Unquestionably," replies Arek.
"Big, noisy, powerful guns," Kwerk says.
"Of course," says Arek, smiling.
"And explosives?" Kwerk asks.
"It would be terribly rude of us not to go fully equipped," says Arek. "We're not completely lacking in manners are we?"
Kwerk considers this. "North," he says, dismissing the question. "Let's do this."
There's music coming from a radio or perhaps a TV and it sounds like a song from a different time. Sinatra sings about a Moon River ("Lock and load, ladies!" says Arek, his face red with excitement, anger) and it's unsettling, disjointed because it's the duet version we're listening to ("I swear that I will destroy anyone and everything I see today, so help me God," Kwerk roars) and although the theme should be uplifting, positive, it falls flat ("And a round in the chamber," we think we hear Arek mutter), and so when the song finally finishes it feels like a release, a torture ended.
"Party time," says Kwerk. "I love parties."
Arek surveys his armoury. He nods. "Party time."
"North," they say together.
We watch, confused and worried. Frightened but also excited.
"Where do we go from here?" asked Kwerk.
"I can have no witness to my skill," Arek says flatly. "Too many loose ends. We go north."
Kwerk looks on, puzzled. "North," he says before asking, "North? Are you sure? Doesn't that put us right back into the firing line?"
Arek waits for the realisation to happen. A moment passes, perhaps two. Kwerk begins to smile. Arek nods.
"We're going to need guns, I suppose" says Kwerk.
"Unquestionably," replies Arek.
"Big, noisy, powerful guns," Kwerk says.
"Of course," says Arek, smiling.
"And explosives?" Kwerk asks.
"It would be terribly rude of us not to go fully equipped," says Arek. "We're not completely lacking in manners are we?"
Kwerk considers this. "North," he says, dismissing the question. "Let's do this."
There's music coming from a radio or perhaps a TV and it sounds like a song from a different time. Sinatra sings about a Moon River ("Lock and load, ladies!" says Arek, his face red with excitement, anger) and it's unsettling, disjointed because it's the duet version we're listening to ("I swear that I will destroy anyone and everything I see today, so help me God," Kwerk roars) and although the theme should be uplifting, positive, it falls flat ("And a round in the chamber," we think we hear Arek mutter), and so when the song finally finishes it feels like a release, a torture ended.
"Party time," says Kwerk. "I love parties."
Arek surveys his armoury. He nods. "Party time."
"North," they say together.
We watch, confused and worried. Frightened but also excited.
I missed this. I know you're taking the micky but I still like it. Why isn't your other writing so interesting, well thought-out and observationally accurate?
These moments of lucid genius are rare for me. For the rest of the time I languish in the bottom leagues with the rest of the dribbling, foamy hacks. You’re lucky such Timberlake-grade odes come so naturally to you.
Having said that, I’ll probably do another one later.
Having said that, I’ll probably do another one later.
Soldato
Scene 2
Kwerk deftly spins his pistol and jabs it into the front of his pants. Wooah! there Tiger
Arek exclaims, you could do some serious damage if you have an accidental discharge.
Kwerk deftly spins his pistol and jabs it into the front of his pants. Wooah! there Tiger
Arek exclaims, you could do some serious damage if you have an accidental discharge.
Kwerk, Arek and Hausen were walking down the street.
Arek said, 'I feel like lying about physics!'
Hausen said, 'Let's make a thread about it!!!'
Kwerk said, 'Great idea guys.'
Jaffa came along and said, 'WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!, I won the lottery!!!'
I went along with the rest of GD, all with Arek's American armory and they died.
Arek said, 'I feel like lying about physics!'
Hausen said, 'Let's make a thread about it!!!'
Kwerk said, 'Great idea guys.'
Jaffa came along and said, 'WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!, I won the lottery!!!'
I went along with the rest of GD, all with Arek's American armory and they died.
But that is in 5 weeks from now, and the tale of Kwerk's untimely demise is so profound that mere letters hammered away ungraciously like a 3 year old trying to mash a triangle through a star-shaped hole do not do it justice.
Kwerk pulled out his map and watch with the compass built into the strap and took bearings for Newcastle-under-Lyme.
"Payback *******."
Kwerk pulled out his map and watch with the compass built into the strap and took bearings for Newcastle-under-Lyme.
"Payback *******."
I'm not even sure how I stumbled onto this thread - and maybe it would have been better (wiser, kinder even) to just close the door softly and slip away into the night. However, like Edward Snowden I must disclose the truth and so am now obliged to ask; where have you been all my life?
Soldato
As they headed north something pulled on kwerks mind like a child pulling on its parents hand. He knew he had missed something, underestimated someone perhaps, but it was currently lost to him.