Thursday, May 26, 2011
Second Story, fifth post
This dirt road seems to be leading me somewhere. I don’t know where I am going, but certainly it is a better place then where I currently am! I see light ahead, along with a clearing of the plants. I am on my way out of here!
A forest. A large, tree ridden forest. Look at all the greenery! This is much better than the swamp. I feel at home again. At least I know that there will be something good to eat here, instead of frogs and sour plants. A nice, meaty, furred animal. Ah yes, that will be nice.
Now to make my way through this dense jungle. Luckily I carry around a pocket knife wherever I go. There are large branches a plenty around here, so I shall fashion myself a crude spear. Who knows what horrors lie ahead in this jungle. Lions, leopards, jaguars, gorillas... Who knows how many things out here could savagely kill me. I must be prepared! This shall do it.
I head through the jungle at a brisk pace. Hunger compels me forward, I do not even feel the briar's digging at my legs. I must eat! The first animal I see, I shall devour!
Movement, over there!
It seems as though I have leaped upon some kind of large, green gorilla. His strength impresses me. Now that I have wrestled him down, I must deliver the finishing blow.
Damnit. It’s an orc.
Now to make my way through this dense jungle. Luckily I carry around a pocket knife wherever I go. There are large branches a plenty around here, so I shall fashion myself a crude spear. Who knows what horrors lie ahead in this jungle. Lions, leopards, jaguars, gorillas... Who knows how many things out here could savagely kill me. I must be prepared! This shall do it.
I head through the jungle at a brisk pace. Hunger compels me forward, I do not even feel the briar's digging at my legs. I must eat! The first animal I see, I shall devour!
Movement, over there!
It seems as though I have leaped upon some kind of large, green gorilla. His strength impresses me. Now that I have wrestled him down, I must deliver the finishing blow.
Damnit. It’s an orc.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Second Story, Third Post
What goal was that? My mind seems to run blank on me sometimes. I shall figure it out sooner rather than later, it is likely. For now, let us see what this swamp possesses in the way of surviving.
Some root plants, some leafy plants, some soggy plants, some dirty water, and I think I hear some frogs, and perhaps some lizards. Some of these plants smell sour, while others smell sweet. I want to opt for the sweet ones, for obvious reasons, but I wonder if the sweet ones are trying to deceive me into a safe state of mind? The sour ones seem poisonous because of their obvious unpleasant smell, but the sweet ones seem deceptive and even more potentially poisonous. Deceptive like a brightly colored frog.
Oh, that’s right, I heard frogs.
I suppose I just need to get the jump on a few of them and just... Jump on them? I guess that will work. They had better be wary, for the Hash is on the hunt. Delicious, froggy morsels.
This is awful. I’m just going to head north, and out of this swamp.
Some root plants, some leafy plants, some soggy plants, some dirty water, and I think I hear some frogs, and perhaps some lizards. Some of these plants smell sour, while others smell sweet. I want to opt for the sweet ones, for obvious reasons, but I wonder if the sweet ones are trying to deceive me into a safe state of mind? The sour ones seem poisonous because of their obvious unpleasant smell, but the sweet ones seem deceptive and even more potentially poisonous. Deceptive like a brightly colored frog.
Oh, that’s right, I heard frogs.
I suppose I just need to get the jump on a few of them and just... Jump on them? I guess that will work. They had better be wary, for the Hash is on the hunt. Delicious, froggy morsels.
This is awful. I’m just going to head north, and out of this swamp.
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Second Story, Second Post
They have detained me for being human. Humans and orcs do not get along, it seems. They have been fighting battle after battle, war after war for years now. Since the beginning of time it seems. It is almost as if it is meant to be this way. It feels right. The Humans operate on the faction called The Alliance. The “good guys”, some may say. Good and evil are insubstantial terms, they can only be defined by what the current generalized opinion is. However, I digress.
The Alliance is comprised by the virtous humans, feisty dwarves, wise night elves, peaceful draenei, fierce worgen, and the petty little gnomes. The orcs fight for the side of The Horde. The Horde could be called the “bad guys”, but it is all so very objective. I do not consider either side good or evil. They merely are fighting for their own interests. The Horde is composed of the proud orcs, the noble tauren, the brutal trolls, the terrible forsaken (undead), the vain but valuable blood elves, and the cunning goblins. What I’m getting at is that the orcs detained me because I am human, therefore I am regarded as a member of the Alliance. In a dual faction world, it is difficult, if not impossible, to try and convey that you are a neutral party. Neutral parties do not last very long on Azeroth. The goblins were once neutral, even if some say they favored the Horde, but even those days have come to an end as the wolf and the eagle meet in war once again. The orcs would not release me until I have proven to them I am not an Alliance scout or the sort. It is even more difficult to convey my innocence to them due to the fact we speak two very different languages. With their tidbits of common language, and my broken orcish, it was a miracle they did not just crush me as soon as they saw me.
They took me to their camp and put me in a crudely constructed cage. Not the most hospitable welcome, but what would anyone expect? I was a human trespasser in orc land. Much worse fates have befallen many people because of the same reason. Once the orcs seemed to fall asleep for the night, or most of them anyway, I put my escape plan into action. I picked up a rather sharp looking twig and starting cutting away at the vines used to tie the door shut. After several minutes, I slowly creaked the door open wide enough for me to squeeze through. Once out of the cage, I grabbed a nearby sack of vegetables. I piled the vegetables into the cage, took off my over shirt, and made the switch. The vegetables now had my shirt over them and I was wearing the sack. They will never find me. Score one for the Hash.
Now to make my way to the ultimate goal.
The Alliance is comprised by the virtous humans, feisty dwarves, wise night elves, peaceful draenei, fierce worgen, and the petty little gnomes. The orcs fight for the side of The Horde. The Horde could be called the “bad guys”, but it is all so very objective. I do not consider either side good or evil. They merely are fighting for their own interests. The Horde is composed of the proud orcs, the noble tauren, the brutal trolls, the terrible forsaken (undead), the vain but valuable blood elves, and the cunning goblins. What I’m getting at is that the orcs detained me because I am human, therefore I am regarded as a member of the Alliance. In a dual faction world, it is difficult, if not impossible, to try and convey that you are a neutral party. Neutral parties do not last very long on Azeroth. The goblins were once neutral, even if some say they favored the Horde, but even those days have come to an end as the wolf and the eagle meet in war once again. The orcs would not release me until I have proven to them I am not an Alliance scout or the sort. It is even more difficult to convey my innocence to them due to the fact we speak two very different languages. With their tidbits of common language, and my broken orcish, it was a miracle they did not just crush me as soon as they saw me.
They took me to their camp and put me in a crudely constructed cage. Not the most hospitable welcome, but what would anyone expect? I was a human trespasser in orc land. Much worse fates have befallen many people because of the same reason. Once the orcs seemed to fall asleep for the night, or most of them anyway, I put my escape plan into action. I picked up a rather sharp looking twig and starting cutting away at the vines used to tie the door shut. After several minutes, I slowly creaked the door open wide enough for me to squeeze through. Once out of the cage, I grabbed a nearby sack of vegetables. I piled the vegetables into the cage, took off my over shirt, and made the switch. The vegetables now had my shirt over them and I was wearing the sack. They will never find me. Score one for the Hash.
Now to make my way to the ultimate goal.
Monday, May 9, 2011
Story 2, First Post
The filth. The muck, the mire. It confounds me how they are willing to wade through this. Dirty, filthy place. I will be out of here soon enough. They won’t even miss me.
I am a hero of legends. Creatures that you would make you cower answer to me. I have many names: The Shifter, The Being, The Master of Trickery. The one I am most known as though, is:
Butthash.
Some of you may wonder why I am called by something so ridiculous, but the answer is simple. You’ve got to learn to take people by surprise, impress them, startle them. People never suspect a man with that name to possess such vast amounts of power. Sometimes even I surprise myself. I am not vain enough to be ashamed of something as petty as a name, anyway. Names can come and go, be changed by whim as quickly as a location can be changed. I have more important things to worry about.
I have been detained by a group of people called the orcs. Some would argue they are not people, that they are in fact, monsters. I would beg to disagree however, because the orcs are only looked at as monsters because they are feared. To be feared is to be respected. To be respected is to be obeyed. The orcs are definitely under the category of “people” for me.
Perhaps I could even argue in the other direction, that orcs aren’t people at all. People are bland, vanilla, ordinary, expendable. Standing out can become difficult when you’re lost in the swirling mass of society, where achievements can be whisked away as soon as petty gossip. Orcs are not people, because they work towards greatness, towards a destiny. People only work to put food on the table for the day, no real vision of the future.
Oh how arguments can be swung like a pendulum.
I am a hero of legends. Creatures that you would make you cower answer to me. I have many names: The Shifter, The Being, The Master of Trickery. The one I am most known as though, is:
Butthash.
Some of you may wonder why I am called by something so ridiculous, but the answer is simple. You’ve got to learn to take people by surprise, impress them, startle them. People never suspect a man with that name to possess such vast amounts of power. Sometimes even I surprise myself. I am not vain enough to be ashamed of something as petty as a name, anyway. Names can come and go, be changed by whim as quickly as a location can be changed. I have more important things to worry about.
I have been detained by a group of people called the orcs. Some would argue they are not people, that they are in fact, monsters. I would beg to disagree however, because the orcs are only looked at as monsters because they are feared. To be feared is to be respected. To be respected is to be obeyed. The orcs are definitely under the category of “people” for me.
Perhaps I could even argue in the other direction, that orcs aren’t people at all. People are bland, vanilla, ordinary, expendable. Standing out can become difficult when you’re lost in the swirling mass of society, where achievements can be whisked away as soon as petty gossip. Orcs are not people, because they work towards greatness, towards a destiny. People only work to put food on the table for the day, no real vision of the future.
Oh how arguments can be swung like a pendulum.
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