The Kitin Raids
Posted: Mon Apr 27, 2009 5:34 pm
Strolling over to the local watering hole, George looked around and breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a relatively quiet day, which seemed to be a rarity recently. Maybe today he could just sit back, have a refreshing drink, and enjoy the night. The crowd at his favorite watering hole, as usual these days, held a disgruntled air. There were several mumblings about the recent raids that had laid devastation across their once peaceful homes.
As he settled in and took a long draught of his drink, Frank's angered ramblings fractured his peace.
I hate em! I hate em all! I can't stand those beasts!
I hear ya, Frank. I know what you're sayin, bud. But, uh, what exactly are ya talkin to yerself 'bout?
The kitin, George. I hate em. Those little hellion beasts!!
I'll drink to that, Frank. George took another long draught.
I mean, damn them! A crew I was working with, we were farming the Roots as we usually do in a spot that has normally been pretty safe. There we were, peacefully gathering our materials, you know? I was actually feeling pretty good about life. I was doing my job, and a darn good job too, if I do say so myself. I had gathered enough to keep me busy for a good while. Then I heard the scream.
We tried to scatter. What else could we do? There they were... a Patrol. Fear, George, that's what iced me. I couldn't barely move. A whole friggin Patrol. Bearing down on us with a bloodlust, like a nightmare you can't wake up from. George, do you understand what I'm saying? I'm talking a massive group of hellspawn tearing into us with pure evil in their eyes. Ripping our crew to shreds and not stopping long enough to watch the bodies hit the ground. I knew right then, that wet feeling down my legs, that was pure, horrifying fear.
I hope ya got that cleaned up, Frank. George peered at frank out of the corner of his eyes.
I hate em, George. I hate those kitin with every fiber of my being.
Uh, Frank, I think the fear got to your brain a bit.
Oh, yeah, George? Why do you say that?
Look at yourself, Frank. Then take a look at me and everyone else in here.
Frank looked around, the anger still in his eyes.
We're kitin, Frank. That patrol, that was those devious little homins.
Oh, yeah. I guess you're right George. I hate em. I hate those demonic little homins. I'm glad we're kitin though, George.
Oh yeah? Why's that, Frank?
Cause we squashed those little squishies, Frank said, a big smile finally forming under his hard shelled exterior. We squashed them right good.
I still hate em, George.
I hear ya, bud. I'll drink to that.
--
*thanks to SweetMarie for organizing the latest kitin spank, and to Nysha and Marelli for convincing me to join the fun.*
Peace,
- Sui
As he settled in and took a long draught of his drink, Frank's angered ramblings fractured his peace.
I hate em! I hate em all! I can't stand those beasts!
I hear ya, Frank. I know what you're sayin, bud. But, uh, what exactly are ya talkin to yerself 'bout?
The kitin, George. I hate em. Those little hellion beasts!!
I'll drink to that, Frank. George took another long draught.
I mean, damn them! A crew I was working with, we were farming the Roots as we usually do in a spot that has normally been pretty safe. There we were, peacefully gathering our materials, you know? I was actually feeling pretty good about life. I was doing my job, and a darn good job too, if I do say so myself. I had gathered enough to keep me busy for a good while. Then I heard the scream.
We tried to scatter. What else could we do? There they were... a Patrol. Fear, George, that's what iced me. I couldn't barely move. A whole friggin Patrol. Bearing down on us with a bloodlust, like a nightmare you can't wake up from. George, do you understand what I'm saying? I'm talking a massive group of hellspawn tearing into us with pure evil in their eyes. Ripping our crew to shreds and not stopping long enough to watch the bodies hit the ground. I knew right then, that wet feeling down my legs, that was pure, horrifying fear.
I hope ya got that cleaned up, Frank. George peered at frank out of the corner of his eyes.
I hate em, George. I hate those kitin with every fiber of my being.
Uh, Frank, I think the fear got to your brain a bit.
Oh, yeah, George? Why do you say that?
Look at yourself, Frank. Then take a look at me and everyone else in here.
Frank looked around, the anger still in his eyes.
We're kitin, Frank. That patrol, that was those devious little homins.
Oh, yeah. I guess you're right George. I hate em. I hate those demonic little homins. I'm glad we're kitin though, George.
Oh yeah? Why's that, Frank?
Cause we squashed those little squishies, Frank said, a big smile finally forming under his hard shelled exterior. We squashed them right good.
I still hate em, George.
I hear ya, bud. I'll drink to that.
--
*thanks to SweetMarie for organizing the latest kitin spank, and to Nysha and Marelli for convincing me to join the fun.*
Peace,
- Sui
