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"Met'a, whaht you say is true re'gard'i vote mass'arging. 'Owever, don't that naht only 'old truh if som'in tahlks peh'pil ou'ta voting for Asp? Boi me math yahd nee'dta geht tha vote down'ta rehl low loike ta tha point at whach Asp culd be sahved boi 'is com'raides, iffin he wehr spoiked." Wark pondered as he took another pull from his hip flask, on it was ingraved the word 'Wark" he then pontificated: "In'dee'sision'll kiss us fahr quicka than co'miht'mint wahl. Shur low vates'll make mass'arging not'a'bill buh thahl also mahk uht eas'yer ta pick us off"
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Wark rasied his head off the bar he was having a sweet dream about a redheaded woman. "Ut's funne, tha man's nayme is eith'a a pun on pop'u'lar pain killa an' e's causin' me a 'eadache (carhnt be tha booze) OR e's nahmed afta the snake boi whach Cle'a'pat'ra commit'teed sui'side. Bath 'o' whach are shafty. Asp" Wark drank more puple wine. Five years ago Wark loaded up the furnace with wet tin concentrate and set the damp coke up ready to be added to teh top of he smelt. Nothing could go wrong, he was due to go home and his boys were due back at work unitl tomorrow morning on account of thie illness. "Oi Garrak? Oi've loaded up the fa'nace and gat tha cake reh'dy. Oi'll see yah in tha marnin'" Wark fell back asleep dreaming of a serious man carrying a spear. Sorry, between WOR (about half way through, work and the site playin up, I've not been as active as I'd like.
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game Three Word Story Part 3: Doors Never Die
el_warko replied to KChan's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
Lift, it's left -
"Oi'd jus' loike ta point ou' tha resoudin' scoilance on be'alf a sum a me fella vill'gers may be relahted to a tome wruttin' boi a Mista Sarn'der'sun jus recent'li" "Thaht said Baldrick an' me'self think Forage shud stop talkin' in tha thurd persin".
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game Three Word Story Part 3: Doors Never Die
el_warko replied to KChan's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
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"Maws Dahd?, hewuz jus' ac'cus'n Clan av been a mur'drah. Aside, i apprshi'at tha offa, thaths at least tehn mayb fiftin pahcint betta thahn 20 box'ins feh foive feeld a day thaht Maw pays but I canh work wif mehtals agen, not afftah tha las' tyme" ewandered over to where Gamut was sitting at the bar. "Yeh wrong yeh now Gah'mut. If we starht killin' ech oth'a the spoiked 'ave a betta' chan's of doyin. If weh do nuttin', somewahn will doy an'way. Thaht said, Oi'm givin' yah ahl til noit fahl ta speak yeh peace".
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"Darn thaht Dry'eye, 'e were sposed ta farx me roof t'day. 'An Lanhts. tha' mahn owes ma money. T'wod beh rood not ta find wot I's owed" Reading the words on Cyrus's house. "So we gots sarm muhrdrs', ah falthy mistborne an a mamber of tha nite's wahtch 'ho alsa 'appens ta be in the Church 'a tha Red Gohd. Tha Docta's been busy" Wark enters his hovel and feeds Baldrick and has his breakfast, scrambled eggs and a pint of stout. Five Years Ago: Wark turned and saw Maeve standing in the night, mistcloak drapped around her. "You know what I want Wark, you know what I've given you" She purred as she leaned in closer. Wark could feel her warmth as she touched him, the smell of lilac and freah earth filled his nostrils "You owe me". "Oi wish Oi'd neva met yeh, Maggie fu'give me but I do. Tha nexht batcha tin will be smelt tommora, Oi'll do it than"
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Wark was startled by the screaming having slumped down outside Cyrus's door, bottle in hand. He had just stood up as Cyrus rushed past, falling straight back down again. "Me Far'tha always said "Sun, when ye fahl down tha thurd tyme, thahts whare ye shall sleep"" The commotion drew Wark to Cyrus's body. "Stahhbed eh? Or so thaht de'tact'uve fulla rek'ons. Oi'd nevah 'ave wohrkd thaht one out. Stihl nought cahn be dun about it. If ahnyone wahnts me, Oi'll be a tha Larcha"
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game Three Word Story Part 3: Doors Never Die
el_warko replied to KChan's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
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game Three Word Story Part 3: Doors Never Die
el_warko replied to KChan's topic in Forum Games & Random Stuff
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Kiwi (New Zealand) living in Australia. English.
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Wark weaved his way back to his shack. The chicken could wait until tomorrow. He noticed a Selvar reading a sign and defacing it. After he left, Wark staggered over. "Tha Docta? Oo does e thank e is a toime lard?" Scanning the note further. "Weal, that Gah'mut can carre a choon, but he carn spell ta sahve his loife! Oi'm nor scared et ahl" Pick up the pen Selvar left behind, he crossed out Scarred and wrote Hopeless (what he wrote). "Tharts bet'ta Hapless (what he thinks he wrote) is a mouch betta des'crip'tor"
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A drunken voice starts warbling terribly out of key. "Two meny mist'ers; not ar'nuff sist'ers Two march toime 'un two meny 'ands Not a'nuff laydee's, two meny man's"
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Wark raised his hand. "Met'a, I waz gahn kill won a me chooks an' do a curry? Duz thaht cownt? An' wha'd Clan mean be'warh they 'oo preten'd the gar'din'. Oi do alh my owhn gar'din'in Oi'll 'ave yeh know. Oi graw tha bast turnips to beh 'ad thus soide a tha Blak wata" FYI, if you're familiar with southern english yokel (think Worzel Gummage) , that what I'm aiming for. If it get a bit much I'll revert to proper english on the solemn oath that you read the text in the spirit in which it's written.
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"Oi carn garan'tee Oi'll be drunk. Oi carn't garan'tee Oi'll be any yoose but yer carn count meh in. Juss troi an' keep yer floy'in an yer mind cohntrahl an the loike AWAY frum meh" Getting involved screamed against the very fabric of Wark's nature. When he responsible people died. With any luck he might die this time. Did he want too? He was unsure. Four years ago: Wark was still in contant pain from the explosion at the tin smetler though he had healed well enough to walk. The batch had got too hot and the coke used to remelt the slag covering the molten tin had been too wet. The results had been spectacular and fatal. Maggy still couldn't look him in the eye. Looking at her reminded him of his actions. The twin girls Beth and Bess were too small to understand. Wark didn't want them too. In the dead of the night he left kssing his two girls on the forhead. HE took one each of their scarfs and wrapped the cause of his grief, the source of his shame. Maggy watched him go, her face a combination of disgust and relief. Wark headed for the nearest gate slipped out the back door and walked east. He collapsed in a heap as dawn approached.
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"thurty boxings?, thank yeh Maw" counts on his finger Idiot he thinks to himself, 6 boxings a field at five fields he only owed him 20 boxings!. Wark quickly pocketed the extra 10 boxings in case Maw changed his mind. Getting more than he deserved wasn't new to Wark, though the last time it had happened it came at a terrrible price. Five Years Ago. Wark was nervous as he waited in an alley behind the foundry. It was night, the mist didn't scare him per se, but those about in it did. Not the mistwraiths, they were harmless, it was those that walked among them that caused him fear. "Evening Wark" came a silken voice from behind him. Wark tensed up. He knew that voice. What was she doing here?
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"'Old up Hasp!" Wark jogged to catch up. "That were a moighty foine 'at you was wearin'. Brought out the roight'us in'dig'nar'shone in your eyes roight nicely it did". Wark takes a pull from his hipflask and offers Asp a pull. "Oi'll nevah get youst to 'im floyin' an' dashin' about loike thaht. Roight un'aht'ral thaht be". "Now, if yah'll excuse me, I think oil'll see if Maw 'as me pay. Oi clarhed foive field fah 'im yas'ta'dee"
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Wark woke with a start. His head didn't hurt which was a bonus,though his mouth tasted like ash and felt like Baldricks coat. Grimacing he stood up and left the shack. "Now whoiy are ahl those parple 'eadin' ovah to Sy'russ'is?" he said scratching his bum. He shrugged "Farst thangs farst" and he wandered round the back of the shed. He fed the chickens and colleced the eggs. That Forage must be a magician, Wark thought, said he got them from a place called Shee'no'varr or somesuch. North West of Terris? Must be North West of Terris Wark thought. Wandering back into the house he fed Baldrick the remains of yesterdays breakfast. Baldrick wandered over, licked Warks hand, looked at his breakfast and sighed in a doggy manner. "Oi now, danh't be loike that, that's a good squirrel and turnip tagione roight thar, yeh fahvorit' Wandering over the stove he used the poker to stir up the embers and place a heavy bottom suacepan on the top. He used three eggs to make an omlette, sprinkling a light dusting of Black Faryn over the top. He cracked the last one into his mug of stout and downed it in one pull. He ate his eggs in silence. Baldrick had finsihed his and his tail was thumping in time with the bell. " Ah tarht's betta!. Bast see whaht tha fuss is aboit" Pulling on his trousers and vest, Wark headed towards Cyrus's to see what was happening.
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Woken by Baldrick licking his face. Wark notices his clothes were missing. Was he talking to someone on the way home? He couldn't remember Wark opened the door to let Baldrick do her ablutions and propmtly follow suit on the nearby crops. Sniffling as he pulled up his trousers he called Baldrick to heel. Turning back towards his shanty, he noticed his clothes in a basket by the door. "Weel ain't tha summit. Oi useually foinds 'em in tha trees, bast tak'em insoide, don wunt 'em stol'ahn" Dumping the clothes back on the floor he turns the basket upside down uses it for a seat. He pulls a package out from under his pallet, lays it on his makeshift table and gently unwraps it. Clutching the contents to his chest he sobs three loud heaving cries, rewraps the package carefully and returns it to its hiding place. Grabbing a half finished bottle he uncorks it and downs the contents, lies down next to the dog and falls asleep.
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I read the Thrill as bloodlust, which is a 10 point disadvantage in GURPS
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"Excuse tha smell, 'nd tha mess Mabi" Wark said as he lifted a pile of unwashed clothing from the floor. "Now far a toor, as yeh can see, it's open plahn livin' at it's foinest. Thus be Baldrick, me dag, he has a penchant for the foiner thangs in life, squirrels, turnips and the loike. Asla likes it if yah scratch 'im be'ind has ears. Tha sleepin pahlat is in the cornah, next tah tha bottles. Some ain't evan emptah 'elp yersalf. Now if yah don't mind Oi'll pass out" With that Wark collapsed on the pallet, a slight, sad smile on his face. In his dreams his sons were alive. In his dreams he wasn't broken. In his dreams he was free.
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"Oi can put yer up for tha noight Mabi. As long as yah can stand meh snoring, meh dog and meh brewers droop". Wark said as he scratched himself. He haoicked and spat out a wad of black flem. "Oi'll evan cook yer brakfast. Oi cud do wif a new pare of hot pink trousars though if yu'd be ahbliged. Near bin run ova stagarin' 'ome twice this week" As Wark continues down the street - you can't tell whether he is staggering ot shuddering - a faint sob can be heard. "Jak, Kale. Oi'm sorra lahds. Maggy, Gurls forguv meh, fur Oi can't"
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They do a little dance, make a little love and get down tonight.
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Having been thrown out of the inn due to unpaid bar tabs. "Oi'm good far et, tomorrahs payday" Wark is ambushed by a table leg. "Incarsidarate barstool, watch where yer goin'" he says as his face collides with a tabletop about which two gentlemen are seated. He slides to the floor. "Avenan' Forrage, M'lud." He pulls himslef off the floor and sneezes a black globule out of his nose onto the tabletop. "Time far bed, the fields won't clear 'em selves on the morrah. Now. 'ave eitha of yah seen the axit. The door ain't whar I left it".
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Wark is a one eyed farm hand with burns across this face, chest and left arm.. He lost his eye and his sons in a botched tap in a tin smelter where he was foreman. Rather than face his wife and his daughters, he fled east and worked the fields until Cyrus lead him further east to Blackwater. The tin that took out his eye remains in the socket fused to the bone, a grim reminder of his past. He shuns responsibilty and drinks heavily.
