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NameIess

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  1. Fortunately for Nameless, he didn't need to breath very often. And he didn't share his best popcorn with nobody.
  2. This made Bob arrogant. So he ate Jerry,
  3. This ancient bazooka was at least three days old.
  4. Lark's hands trembled as he drafted the new order. Bringing in new Sanderson books hadn't worked. He knew for certain that Bookwyrm and Thaidakar were plotting against him, and they probably had allies. They might even have alerted Calano and Emma. Lark shuddered, staring at the blunt words he had written, but the choice was clear. Drastic action needed to be taken, and it needed to be taken now while he still had some semblance of control over the clinic. Before the chickens decided to take matters into their own hands the group of rebels managed to rally the as-of-now disorganized rioters, or his grip on this dimension... faded. Still, Lark hesitated. If only he could have made them understand. During that short conversation with Bookwyrm, he was sure he'd almost gotten through. It's all Calano's fault. If he'd been better at his job, none of these patients would have reacted so strongly to withdrawal, and I would have had more time to get ready for this. Storm that rusting bastard. This is his fault. Sighing softly, Lark stood, feeling a tiredness that went deeper than mere physical exhaustion. glancing one last time at the order, he read the necessary yet terrible words one last time To General Gladius of the Chicken Empire, You are ordered to begin taking all rioting or rebelling patients to the aforementioned section of the basement. Once there, you know what to do. -Lark, head doctor of the Insanity Clinic for the Moderately Brandonfandonitis Afflicted. Cursing the fools that were making him do this, Lark handed the order to a messenger, then collapsed back into his chair.
  5. WoT is a book series first, no?
  6. He was a rather young dragon, only two centuries.
  7. Meanwhile, Nameless was fighting a dragon.
  8. Lark didn't get any sleep that night. After news of the library's destruction spread, it wasn't long before disgruntlement turned to desperation, and mass riots broke out among the patients populace. By midnight, the holding cells were full. An hour later, and despite reinforcements from the chickens, The rampaging patients had control over a full half of the clinic. Whenever Lark went to break up one group, three more popped up across the clinic. Morning came to find Lark exhausted, sitting at his desk and arguing with the chicken general in charge of the forces at the Brandonfandonitis clinic. "No! For the last time, I will not authorize you to kill any patients! That business with Haly was bad enough. You can kill Thaidakar and Bookwyrm, if you find them, and anyone with them. That's it. As long as I hold this dimension's treatise, none of the patients under my care will die. Those rioters out there, they don't mean to rebel against me. They're just desperate for Sanderson books. As soon as we get a new shipment in, they'll stop." There was a hint of desperation in Lark's posture as he nodded to himself. "Yes, they'll have to stop then. They'll have to."
  9. People continued walking towards the portal.
  10. "Of course." People pointed directly towards the eye of Sauron. "Just opened last week."
  11. "Well, nice to know that not everyone you meet in Mordor is pure evil."
  12. "You'd be surprised. A lot of people around here kill people for the fun of it. Or because they think you you're going to kill them for the fun of it."
  13. "Thank you. And also thanks for not strangling me with your vines."
  14. "I see. By the way, what's your name? I'm People."
  15. "Oh, that's cool." People stuffed his handheld flamethrower back into his pocket. "How'd you learn to do that?"
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