Wyvern Posted October 26, 2006 Report Posted October 26, 2006 Mardrax and Savage Dragon observe the surroundings of the Word Association wetlands with accuracy and succinctness as the stream of consciousness comes rushing in. Word Associates jump back as the raging waters cause their simple contributions to go spinning. Some words crash against each other, forming compounds that never should have been. Words like "Wetwetwetwomenmate" and "Billyfibercorethermometer." The sorts of words that the ardent Word Associate might deem cheating, in accordance with Word Association Code II.VII: "Thou shalt not add more than one word." "Chaos!" cries someone. "Panic!" cries another person. "Hispanic!" cries another person, wanting to remain true to the "first word" rule even in times of crisis. "Look!" cries another Word Associate, pointing a finger in the direction of a gigantic bloated field mouse as it washes ashore. "Egads" whispers a bright-eyed Word Associate scientist. "Large?" says another person, squinting through a thesaurus that he holds in hand. "No no, take that back, enormous." The man pockets his thesaurus and glances towards the others, only to find that they're all glaring at him. "Oops, that's right, one word off the top of the dome. Sorryguysyoucantakeitfromhere." "Clutz!" "Idiot!" "Buffoon!" "Egads" whispers the Word Associate scientist in a shameless display of repetition, not daring to move. The giant field mouse lifts itself to its feet and stretches for a moment, shaking its head dizzily and dripping coffee-susceptible water over a couple of innocent words. The mouse sniffs at the air in loud whiffs, then licks its lips and turns to the scientist standing nearby. It lumbers past a soaked "Sexysenilecuddles" and sneers in the scientists direction. "Perhaps later." "R-r-r-rodent." The Word Associate scientist's jaw drops as the giant field mouse picks up his word and swallows it whole. The scientist begins flailing about as the field mouse snatches him by the collar and starts swallowing him as well. "AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" "O.K, objection guys." The man who was using the thesaurus earlier points at the half-swallowed scientist and takes out a pocket dictionary. He rolls his eyes and begins flipping through it. "First of all, it's against the rules to say more than one word in a row and he said three different ones. Secondly, I don't think that 'Aaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' is an actual word in the dictionary. Oh hold on, wait- no. No, that's 'ail.' See? I was right!" "RUN!" The giant field mouse licks its chops as it watches the Word Associates scatter in every direction, then steps towards the next available word with a hungry grin. It even adds its own word between meals: *Squeak*
Wyvern Posted October 27, 2006 Report Posted October 27, 2006 The bloated field mouse grins to itself as it swallows the last of the new batch of words, letting the last 'c' in Gryphon's "demonic" roll along its tongue before gulping it down with the rest of the letters. The giant mouse leaves cryptomancer's mousetrap to the side, having almost made the fatal error of attempting to approach and swallow it with the rest of the words. It glances in cryptomancer'd direction, then down at the mousetrap, then back at cryptomancer again with a smirk. "Perhaps later." With that, the field mouse begins pacing back and forth, waiting for the next batch of fresh words with a hungry squeak.
Wyvern Posted November 1, 2006 Report Posted November 1, 2006 "Perhaps later" squeaks the field mouse, savoring the taste of Mardrax's bait but carefully gnawing off the attached chord and seperating it from Panther's intricate trap. The huge mouse sticks out his tongue at the feline pennite in a natural display of species opposition, then munches on Savage Dragon's "snap" and continues searching for tasty word snacks.
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