TIAMAT

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PART 1

[soulping]

[All the teams are ushered to their own tables, secluded somewhere in the depths of the garden. There's a pot of tea (because of course there is), a bowl of fresh-picked fruit, and a messy stack of blank papers and pencils. In the very center of the table is another piece of paper, this one with a very simple set of instructions written across the top.]

• As a team, create a list of story elements. This list must include:

-A setting
-A hero
-A villain
-An object
-A one-sentence quote

• General elements are usually better than overly-specific ones. No gaming the system! (Yeah, I'm looking at you, smartass.)

• That's it.

• So get goin' already!!

[OOC: You have 1 hour (7 PST/10 EST) to submit your list.]

DISCUSSION

[soulping]

Re: DISCUSSION

[tatsumi_textiles]

[Pouring himself a cup of tea while looking over the list]

Another story game?

Re: DISCUSSION

[suzinkazan]

[Pushing out a cup for some, as well.]

I guess so.

Re: DISCUSSION

[tatsumi_textiles]

[FINE he'll be host.

Filling Sapphire's cup.]

Well, what kinda setting do ya want to work with?

Re: DISCUSSION

[suzinkazan]

Hrmmm.

[She taps her cheek, and sips from the cup.]

How about a chain of islands?

Re: DISCUSSION

[tatsumi_textiles]

Something tropical? Where they get a lotta storms?

[Look, he's lightning, he can't help it]

Re: DISCUSSION

[likebigboats]

"Your ass is mine."

Re: DISCUSSION

[suzinkazan]

The quote?

Re: DISCUSSION

[likebigboats]

Naturally. What do you think?

Re: DISCUSSION

[suzinkazan]

I think it suits a story about betrayal and revenge.

Which means that the hero should probably have been backstabbed by the villain, then return to kill them.

Re: DISCUSSION

[likebigboats]

It could be a revenge screwing, too.

TURN IN

[soulping]

Re: TURN IN

[suzinkazan]

Setting - A chain of islands.
Hero - A young pirate woman
Villain - An arrogant merchant baron
Object - a golden idol
Quote - "Your ass is mine."

PART 2

[soulping]

[The paper with your list suddenly rolls up and disappears in a tiny puff of smoke. After a moment, another paper appears and drops on the table in its place, unrolling itself helpfully to reveal a new set of instructions.]

• Write a short story using the following elements:

-The place: A volcano
-The hero: A chef
-The villain: Nyssa
-An important item: The sacred family treasures, passed down from generation to generation ♥
-The line: "The flames of justice shall prevail against frigid tyranny."

• Stories will be judged by the other teams on the basis of both creativity and quality.

• So if you can't be good, ya' can at least try to be weird!!

[OOC: You have until 10 PST/1 EST to submit your stories! Have fun!]

DISCUSSION

[soulping]

Re: DISCUSSION

[tatsumi_textiles]

...we don't even get to use our own idea?

Re: DISCUSSION

[likebigboats]

I assume Nyssa makes the chef jump into the volcano.

Re: DISCUSSION

[tatsumi_textiles]

So the villain wins?

[Give him a second to think it through]

Maybe the 'family treasure' is something that protects against her mind control?

Or the chef faces their shadow and turns it into a persona?

Re: DISCUSSION

[likebigboats]

Heroes usually don't win. That's why it's fiction.

But sure, we could go with that.

Re: DISCUSSION

[tatsumi_textiles]

Yeah, that's kinda what we're doing.

Besides, Nyssa's goin' down, here and in the story.

[Look at that serious face.]

Re: DISCUSSION

[suzinkazan]

Well the last line obviously works if they kick Nyssa into the volcano.

Re: DISCUSSION

[tatsumi_textiles]

[snickering]

I like it.

[This! Is! KYRIAKOS!]

TURN IN

[soulping]

Re: TURN IN

[suzinkazan]

There once was a prosperous village at the base of a volcano. Thanks to the ash, their land was fertile and their harvests large, which attracted many merchants and craftsmen.

However, with the death of their reasonable governor, the far-away king appointed a new governor, Lady Nyssa. Like a vice-grip clamping down on the population of the city, she quickly set about establishing her own authority, primarily by means of bleeding the citizens dry with taxes.

Dry, in all the worst ways. For miles around, lube -- expensive and unattainable! Bits and junk -- chafed! But there was nothing the people could do except try to satisfy the tyranny of Nyssa. Gradually, everything was going to her. Even the great chef Chesty leBust found that her ledgers were running red, despite her best efforts.

The day finally came when Chesty put her foot down and said, "You literally cannot get another copper out of me!" And with that, Nyssa's goons immediately kicked down the door to her kitchen and, glistening with sweat in their work and assless chaps, took away the precious kitchenware that had been passed down through generations of her family.

Chesty leBust couldn't take it anymore.

She took to the streets, searching for every citizen who was walking like their crotch was chafed. With an impassioned speech about the importance of lubrication, and copious promised of discounted drinks, she managed to raise an angry, chafed, sexually frustrated mob.

They stormed through the streets, the fury of their turgid loins overwhelming any of Nyssa's goons, the fools being left in the ground with their asses in the air. With no trouble at all, the angry mob penetrated the moist depths of Nyssa's mountain villa, sending a clear message to the tyrant that no matter how oppressive she was, she could never hope to match the power of lube.

"The flames of justice and passion will always prevail against frigid tyranny and chastity, Nyssa!" Chesty yelled, her enormous bosom heaving and glistening with the sweat of her coup.

Nyssa fled from her villa under the repeated calculated thrusts of the uprising against her forces, making her way to the peak of the volcano in desperation, where Chesty chased her alone! Nyssa begged and pleaded, offering money and status, but Chesty wouldn't hear any of it!

Kicking Nyssa into the Volcano, she listened with satisfaction, almost basking in the afterglow of her actions.

"I guess that's one dish I overcooked." she said to herself.

THE END.