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Post by Chaos on Nov 29, 2004 17:08:34 GMT -5
Sorry 'bout the *modify*... I forgot to put my little "AD1" tag on my story! Also, just for the record...my word count was compiled using, ironically enough, Word and "THE TOOL" of which the Dark Queen had so much to say in the rules portion of our program. Just for kicks, I decided to see what Tricia's *other* tools (the websites, guys...get your minds out of the damn gutter!) would register for my word count. As it turns out, Word and the websites script counters are NOT on the same page...my story registered 679 words and Sid's was 656, by each of the two websites our Dark Queen proffered. (I'm wondering if this is because of the fact that, in the "real" world, outside of Fizzle and Pop, that is, word count usually does not include words such as a, an, the, it, I, and, etc. ) Anyway, just wanted to make that all clear & stuff, just in case anyone wants to dispute my and the Evil One's clear following of the rules. Thank you for indulging my nerdiness. One more thing, then I promise I'll go away and find something else to amuse myself with...does anyone else find the ads under the FnP header to be as amusing as I do? If you pay attention to what the general them of the page is, no matter what Round you go to (or what page of the forum, for that matter), the ads kind of reflect it. "Verichip: Is It 666 Mark?" and "End Times Discussion" Too freaking funny! OK, I'm leaving now. See ya'll Wednesday.
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Post by Tricia on Nov 29, 2004 21:19:01 GMT -5
I will take into consideration the discrepancies in the counters and I will try the stories in each one, then use the one closest to 666. The ads that are displayed up top are from google. I have the same ones on my page. They are targeted advertising designed to correspond with the subject matter. The ads have to be clicked every so often in order for our fearless leader to maintain this site for free. Just like my ads on my page. I have writer's block aaarrrrrrgh!
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Post by ThatWickedWench on Nov 29, 2004 23:56:06 GMT -5
I am so mad at my blog! I just typed an awesome post and the damn blogger program ATE IT. ShniggleTits. Anywho, I am concerned about the issue with the innacurate counters. I think we should ALL use the same counter and we need to decide that before the judging.. because if WE come up with 666 words on OUR end but it's different on the judge's end.. well that's just not fair. So let's come up with one that we ALL use that is not Word since I don't have Word.
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Post by sidra on Nov 30, 2004 0:09:32 GMT -5
heh... wench said "shniggle tits". that makes me laugh.
crap, why word count got to be such a beyotch? well, i have to say that i used Word and it said 666. but if we have to have a rematch using some other word counter, just let me know.
oh, and also... evile! vile, i say!
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Post by Tricia on Nov 30, 2004 0:09:59 GMT -5
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Post by RedneckDiva on Nov 30, 2004 0:13:57 GMT -5
I'm getting bombarded with email from here! My goodness don't you girls ever sleep?? Oh wait...I'm up, too. Nevermind. Of course, I'm not writing...I'm waiting for SNOW!
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Post by sidra on Nov 30, 2004 0:28:10 GMT -5
no, evil never sleeps!
all right; i modified my story so that it fits the criteria of that word peddler site. i had to get rid of 28 words. it was actually easier than i thought, but now i don't like the story as well. oh, well. it should be 666 now. if not, i still have the original Word word count story posted on my writing blog.
there; hope that's all fixed!
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Post by Chaos on Nov 30, 2004 16:26:51 GMT -5
Hmmm...I have much to say about this *word* matter, but I am going to keep my comments to myself until this Round is over. My story is modified to match Wordpeddler's requirements to reach a total of 666 words, according to the copy & paste method, *from* FnP, *to* Wordpeddler. However, if I copy & paste from MS Word to Wordpeddler, it says I used 686 words. I think this is Satan's work, personally, but I am going with the flow.
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Post by HIM on Nov 30, 2004 19:46:27 GMT -5
I'm always watching... well, sometimes anyway. Here is my submission. Modified 12-03-04 to yield a 666 word count in MSWord when cut/pasted from FP's formatted display.
HIM
The old Captain was dieing in the ruin of his once opulent cabin. A few hours ago he had walked onto the deck of his ship having been awakened by an infernal creak in the deck beneath his cabin floor that the ship’s carpenter had yet to fix. He was surprised to find a dozen men on deck, weapons in-hand. The mutinous dogs were going to take over the ship, His ship. As he approached and their attention fell upon him he was filled with a terrible foreboding that this night might be his last.
From the forward end of he ship, beyond the mutineers, he heard a shout, an agonized scream and another call of alarm. The infernal plot had been discovered, their advantage of surprise lost. Men rushed up from the lower decks but were cut down nearly as fast. The Captain grabbed a belay pin and advanced on the traitors to crack some skulls. After a moment of struggle, he had bashed a crewman in the forehead taken the man’s graphite black dagger and stabbed him through the chest. Drawing it from him as if he were its sheath, the blade was now a gleaming crimson in the moonlight. The Captain had escaped most notice of the mutineers whose attention was now on the crew rising from below; he was in-effect, behind enemy lines with mutineers between him and his loyal crew. He advanced and picked off another traitor from behind, stabbing him in the back of the neck. He took that man’s weapon as well, a rusted saber taken recently from a Spanish soldier. The battle had progressed aft as more of his men engaged the shrinking band of mutineers. There were only six of them left but only three of his loyal men had made it up the ladders without being stabbed, usually in the face.
Suddenly, the ship heeled over and came about 90 degrees, the Captain turned and looked aft, above his cabin; there were two more mutineers feverishly spinning the wheel. The anchor rope had been cut; the ship was slowly under way but moving towards a rocky shoal. He ran for the ladder but upon reaching the second rung he felt a burning lance of pain rip up and through his body from behind. He looked down and saw 10 inches of bloody steel protruding from his bare chest. The blade was painfully bounced but not withdrawn and a man grabbed him by the shoulders gently but quickly pushing him aside. The man uttered the only words the Captain had been able to discern since it all began, “I’ll get ‘em Cap’n” and dashed up the ladder.
The battle continued for a few moments more and the Captain painfully stepped back through his cabin door. Just two steps into the room when he had collapsed onto a stool in front of his map table, a terrible grinding sound shook the timbers of his ship. Rocks. The ship was rolled abruptly some 30 degrees from level then back. Sounds of cracking and breaking timbers resounded through the hull and the ship leaned over again. The hull was being ripped open. He’d been tossed across the room and the sword that impaled him was now hilt deep in his back with nearly two feet of steel rising from his chest. The starboard hull had been nearly ripped away and the structure supporting the decks gone, the floors and ceilings half collapsed and tilted almost 60 degrees toward the inrushing sea.
When the screaming stopped, he lay broken and bleeding half-submerged in seawater on the smashed chandelier that had been one of his first loots from a Spanish merchant ship. He had it hung in his cabin and made sure that the fragile prize came to no harm these years. Sadly, he and it were in roughly the same condition as his ship. The Captain’s eyes closed as a cloud eclipsed the full moon and all was plunged into darkness.
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Post by Tricia on Nov 30, 2004 22:28:27 GMT -5
It's HIM! It's HIM! It's HIM! HIM's back! I must go change my dress!
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Post by ThatWickedWench on Dec 1, 2004 2:10:33 GMT -5
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This evening had been filled with enchantment and romance. They made it back to his apartment via taxi. Those backseat moments were a tangle of drunken giggles and giddy groping kisses. Passers-by had smiled at the scene- young lovers caught up in the moment.
Arriving at his apartment, they stumbled up the steps, past the doorman and into the elevator.
Inside his opulent apartment, she flung off her coat as he fumbled with the lights. Flipping one switch dimmed the room to the same flickering ambience from the restaurant they had just left.
They fell onto the couch, their kisses growing fervently manic- she wanted him desperately. He pulled away, placing a single finger against her urgent mouth. He reached past her to the table and picked something up that he caressed her bared shoulders and neck with, a black silken scarf. He beckoned to her with his eyes that she had his trust and she agreed, blinded already by lust. And seconds later, completely blinded with the scarf tied securely over her bright graphite colored eyes.
He proceeded to undress her, lying her back on the soft pillows on the couch. Her dress was pulled over her head and her bra and thong were tossed to the side as well. Soon, she lay there in his arms naked, chest heaving with lust. She reached out blindly towards him, attempting to assist him in the removal of his clothes, but he stopped her. Standing, he left her there. “I'll be back in a moment angel. I have something for you,” he stated demurely, and left the room. She simply moaned a pleasurable sigh and awaited his return.
Minutes later she heard the sound of something placed on the floor at her feet. Expecting him to be ready for her, she reached out to touch him again, only to discover he still had on that infernal suit! He grabbed her wrists roughly. “I see you have no patience, well you will learn in time.” He fastened her wrists together twisted behind her back with leather straps. She screamed and twisted frantically, “What the Hell are you doing?” she gasped. He forced her back down on the couch, belly down with a knee in her back and strapped her ankles together as well. He cupped her mouth shut with one hand and reached into his box of treasures at his feet, retrieving a soft rubber ball the size of a golf ball.. He popped this into her mouth and secured it with another silken scarf. Now her screams were muffled.
Once her mutinous attempts to escape were smothered, he fastened another set of straps around her thighs- a special restraint that involved a 10" metal bar positioned to keep her legs apart. She now was primed for his pleasure, his erection had grown ready too. But it was much too soon, she was nowhere near ready.
From the box he produced several more items of interest. A silk cord noose with an angry looking alligator clip attached to the end of it was his first pick. He removed her bound, shuddering body from the couch; he placed her on her knees on the floor and looped the noose around her neck, then pulled the slack on the cord as he traced downwards toward her spread pussy. He probed her lips and spread them apart, pleased that she was soaken wet despite her fear. Finding her clit, he clipped the sharp metal onto it. She gasped in pain. He then took up the slack so that every movement of her neck and shoulders would put pressure on her clipped and now swollen clit.
He removed a similar clipped cord, from the box and fastened a clip to each of her nipples which were hard at attention. This cord he ran between her legs and fastened to her ankle straps, taught.
He smiled sweetly to himself as he turned out the light and left the darkened apartment for a midnight walk, humming.
Yes, his fragile pet would be trained in no time.
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Post by Tricia on Dec 1, 2004 22:52:02 GMT -5
Holy crap! Just got in! I brought on a great new client at work... but I didn't finish my story yet. I figure that if we give it a couple more days maybe Jenn and I will have time to finish our stories... if that witch is even writing. Where are you Jenn? We are like peas and carrots Jennnnaaaaay!!! Extension til friday... yeah, yeah... shut up!
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Post by sidra on Dec 2, 2004 12:01:27 GMT -5
am i allowed to scream the f-word?
i have to modify my story again.
cutting and pasting to word peddler from FnP is different than cutting and pasting to word peddler from Word.
didn't think about that.
jesus... i liked doing this, but now i'm starting to get reeeeally annoyed with it.
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Post by Chaos on Dec 2, 2004 12:41:53 GMT -5
Yeah, that WordPeddler is a tricky lil bastard. Make sure you don't copy & paste an extra "space" at the end of your story, Sid. That'll add a whole word to your count. Believe it!
Personally, I think we should all kick in and get Ms. Wench her very own copy of Word. This WordPeddler crap really sucks.
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Post by jenn on Dec 2, 2004 13:44:07 GMT -5
woohoo I knew you won't let me down tricia girl I have been lost in the mall Christmas shopping and I don't have a freaking story yet Thank Deamon Queen for extensions!
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