Kendal: That’s not how it happened.
Erin: Dude it’s just a campfire story, stop fact checking me!
Kendal: I remember that fight and it didn’t go anything like this.
Fast (Confused): But that was like two hundred years ago
The man watched, confused and amazed at the strange creature. Watching in wonder as it brought forth his coffee, now floating mid air and began to drink it.
The man fell through the pavement, a haunting melody filling his ears. Suddenly, he landed on solid ground. The man opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.
“Wait a minute,” he said aloud, though there was no one readily visible to hear. “Forget the mug! And the coffee! Wasn’t it supposed to be a dark and stormy night? What happened to the storm?! And the night?! And why was I drinking coffee instead of being snuggled up in bed?”
“All right. I was drinking coffee. I was inside, drinking coffee. I’m not inside now. But where did the coffee come from?” He looks around for a coffee shop or restaurant or maybe even a gas station.
He sees around him a cobbled pedestrian street. He is standing at an intesection, a corner cafe behind him, and various other shops up and down the street. “how did I get here?”
“Wait a minute,” he said aloud, though there was no one readily visible to hear. “Forget the mug! And the coffee! Wasn’t it supposed to be a dark and stormy night? What happened to the storm?! And the night?! And why was I drinking coffee instead of being snuggled up in bed?”
I asked my parents why Santa Claus did not visit me and so that Christmas they went to Target and bought some stuff. When I overheard them talking about “buying a present at Target” I realized Santa Claus was not real.
One time when I was nine, my friend and I were playing during recess.
She ended up chasing me randomly, so naturally I started to run away.
I was running to the concrete area, running past a few boys playing frisbee.
I tripped and fell. Finding, to my confusion, that not only had my friend run off somewhere
else; no longer chasing after me, but that I had caught the frisbee those boys were playing with moments before.
One of them ran over and I gave him the frisbee, I was surprised that I had managed to catch it without realizing what had even happened.
The teacher told me that it was a good catch, which surprised me further because I hadn’t noticed
she was paying any attention to the whole accidental frisbee catching scene. O.o
So that was and intriguing experience. What’s a funny childhood memory from you, George Keefe? o.o
Elias Lin…oh dear, I hope that wasn’t as traumatic as it sounds. D:
Also, Steakthedog, what does ‘schieße’ mean & how is it pronounced and what language does it come from? o.O
In fact, yes. Mt little brother was running after a soccer ball during recess (the same one that kissed a girl in kindergarten), tripped on a pebble, and fell face-first into a metal fence pole. He was fine after like 8 stitches.
@AeR It wasn’t that bad. I had some scrapes, bruises, and red tire markings down my spine for a couple weeks, but nothing major. The pain dulled pretty quickly, and it was a lotta fun for my ten-year-old self to brag to my classmates the next day about my “scars”. Also, the reason I got run over was because I rode my bike into a hole near the sidewalk on purpose because I thought it would be cool to see what would happen, and my Dad behind me didn’t have time to stop when I fell. So, I kinda deserved it.
I almost got my mom arrested during a sleepover because I wanted to show my friend a toy at my house. I tried walking home, without telling her, super early in the morning.
One time I was wrestling with my brother and he was standing in front of a wooden cabinet thing. I started charging at him and he slid out of the way but I didn’t stop and rammed straight into the cabinet. It’s one of my brothers favorite stories.
My brother came home one day and blatantly said “I kissed a girl today”. Appernaltly he had kissed one of my friend’s little sister on the lips in the girl’s bathroom.
I don’t actually remember this, but the story goes that I didn’t speak until I was about three. I communicated–pointed, that sort of thing–but didn’t use words.
And then I came out with “Look, Pop, three red lights!” My grandfather was so shocked to hear me speak that he almost ran those three red lights.
Says it’s going to be a short story yet starting it on the Friday update. Is this irony, trolling or both?
Hmm, going from the extra lore on the calendar page I have a feeling I know the narrator. I believe it’s Hesta, goddess of compassion and the open hearth, matches the fire themes and colour of the speech bubbles.
As for my predictions this chapter, I wager Tynan will attack Zuurith, going by this page and the cover page for the chapter. I could see Tynan revelling in a city built on strict law and order being brought down by the unbridled chaos of nature.
YESSS. I love this style of storytelling already, it reminds me a lot of the villain tells their backstory monologue. Oh wait…..That might be what this is.
Dream destinations aren’t necessarily places you want to live the rest of your years in. They are places you go to for a bit, experience the good parts of, then book it out of there the moment things get bad or you run out of vacation days.
I’ve heard that there’s a rail line that runs for hundreds of kilometers along the arctic Norwegian coastline; if that’s an actual thing, I want to ride on it someday.
Okay so there’s this one bridge in New York called the Harvard Bridge that’s measured in this weird unit of length called “smoots” (~1.7 meters) and it’s named after this guy called Oliver R. Smoot, who had to measure the bridge as part of some kind of college activity and I really wanna go there before I die
I’ve been to Iceland. It’s beautiful there. Very flat, not many trees, and some really nice mountains. The water smells like eggs though because it’s heated with geothermal energy.
“Let me tell you a story.” But why, though? I’m already quite comfortable with the usual assortment of words and images. Haven’t you ever heard, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it?”
Oh. Ooooh! Is this that one thing called an “interlude”? Well. Carry on, then. 😉
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I was with you, talking Cumolonimbus, until the cruelty part…
Yeah, cruelty is much more characteristic of Nimbostratus.
OH MY GOD IS CALIBAN THE ONE SPEAKING?!
Sorry I can’t remember all the lore. Who is Caliban?
I don’t think there is a Caliban in this story. They probably meant Tynan, the storm.
Caliban was like a fire god?
They were shown in the Illia chapter but silhouetted
Probably also the God of Exposition, or maybe all the gods pull shifts for that position?
there is a storyboard with Caliban (god of the Ignans) and the person speaking to him is Tahraim, the smith god
Thank you
Oh I thought we were making a Shakespeare reference
Seeing as this sounds like a parent talking to their child… MUM CLUB? Where are we all?
i have been summoned
Can I join the mum club
Greetings.
Salutations!
Permission to join?
You rang?
to everyone who wants to join:
do you pronounce mum as mum
if you do welcome! :]
I’M HERE!
May I be initiated into the club?
Say “mum”. That’s it, that’s the intiation.
Present!
Virgin break via hiatus vs. Chad break by drawing simple yet effective imagery and some text. (for real though – your schedule is awe-inspiring)
ooooooo, story
Half way through
Kendal: That’s not how it happened.
Erin: Dude it’s just a campfire story, stop fact checking me!
Kendal: I remember that fight and it didn’t go anything like this.
Fast (Confused): But that was like two hundred years ago
Jokes aside I wonder if Shanyasi (goddess of stories) is the narrator here
You can’t fool me! This is still part of chapter 11!
Also I think I know who’s talking with this burning voice…
Potential addition to the floof squad maybe?
Considering the color of the text boxes isn’t white, it’s a god; my guess is the god of the Ignans.
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Hi mmc!
Hello varda! I very rarely comment here so I’m trying it out 😀
TL;DR: Grab some marshmallows folks. It’s time for some campfire tales.
T’was a dark and stormy night~
…Just like this one…
…at 7:45am…
…and an old person was drinking coffee at the corner of 7th and Main…
…when, all of a sudden…
…the coffee disappeared!
All that was left behind was warm milky water.
The old person scratched their head in confusion. Between one blink and the next, nothing else seemed to have happened…
The old man, thoroughly confounded and disappointed, looked around in an attempt to find the mysterious cause behind his vanishing drink…
He saw a flash of green light at the edge of the window, and decided to head outside to investigate…
…and there, on the cobbled street, lay…
…a glowing frog!
The man watched, confused and amazed at the strange creature. Watching in wonder as it brought forth his coffee, now floating mid air and began to drink it.
“STOP!” The old man yelled. “That coffee is too strong for your tiny body! You could poison yourself!”
But the frog did not stop. It kept drinking, as if taunting the man, as if it’s thirst had no end and it’s stomach no bounds.
The man stared in disbelief as the frog let out a loud ribbb— burp and began bouncing around like a rubber ball.
Was it the Aromantic Frog Fairy?
What else could it be? The man chased after the strange fae creature, as it bounced along the street toward the edge of town.
Suddenly, the frog – fairy fell through the street and vanished, leaving only a glowing spot in the center of the pavement.
The man steps on the same glowing spot, hoping to follow the frog-fairy.
“No,” He muttered, “No, no, no!” He fell to his knees, scrabbling at the stones, desperate to follow that fantastic frog.
Suddenly, the ground started moving under his feet! It undulated like the ocean waves!
The man fell through the pavement, a haunting melody filling his ears. Suddenly, he landed on solid ground. The man opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.
The world seemed different somehow, but he couldn’t tell what it was. Something was missing…
He blinked and scratched his head in confusion. It was then he realized that his mug had also vanished!
“Wait a minute,” he said aloud, though there was no one readily visible to hear. “Forget the mug! And the coffee! Wasn’t it supposed to be a dark and stormy night? What happened to the storm?! And the night?! And why was I drinking coffee instead of being snuggled up in bed?”
Was this all just a dream? The old man pinched himself, hoping to wake up. Ouch! No, not a dream. Then, what in the world was happening?
“All right. I was drinking coffee. I was inside, drinking coffee. I’m not inside now. But where did the coffee come from?” He looks around for a coffee shop or restaurant or maybe even a gas station.
He sees around him a cobbled pedestrian street. He is standing at an intesection, a corner cafe behind him, and various other shops up and down the street. “how did I get here?”
In the corner of his eye, he sees a flash of green, hoppin down the street. It must be the aromantic frog fairy!
The old man gives chase. “Wait! What’s going on? he shouts, as the small, glowing green figure hops around the corner.
The frog stopped hopping, and then it turned around
Duh, duh, duuuuuh! The music sounds
Then the frog said, “Doink!” And everything went back to normal,
You ever have thooose days.
Noone has updated this story in 2 years so I finished it myself, hope the end joke wasn’t to underwhelming
I’m replying at the top so this doesn’t get tacked onto the story thing.
I hope this many authored story will continue.
What else could it be? The man chased after the strange fae creature, as it bounced along the street toward the edge of town.
shit, I put this in the wrong place.
This must be our longest comment chain yet, right? Also, WTF even is this story and why do I love it so much?
I don’t know. Perhaps you just love watching a bunch of random people torture an old man who didn’t get his coffee.
“Wait a minute,” he said aloud, though there was no one readily visible to hear. “Forget the mug! And the coffee! Wasn’t it supposed to be a dark and stormy night? What happened to the storm?! And the night?! And why was I drinking coffee instead of being snuggled up in bed?”
Meh, I did the same thing as Bowtie. Oops. We don’t seem to have a delete (or even edit) function, huh?
nope. also, thanks, was really struggling to follow up Somebody’s latest addition to our many authored story.
Sorry for missing a couple days, it’s been a rough week.
Off-topic question. Does anyone have funny stories from when you were little?
My Dad ran me over with a bike.
On accident, of course.
Not that I can remember, but my memory is schieße.
I ate an ant once
It was on a cheerio
I thought that growth never stopped, so I said “when I’m 100, I’ll be up to the ceiling!”
I asked my parents why Santa Claus did not visit me and so that Christmas they went to Target and bought some stuff. When I overheard them talking about “buying a present at Target” I realized Santa Claus was not real.
I used to be scared of Santa Claus and wouldn’t let him in the house
I used to be scared of Halloween
One time when I was nine, my friend and I were playing during recess.
She ended up chasing me randomly, so naturally I started to run away.
I was running to the concrete area, running past a few boys playing frisbee.
I tripped and fell. Finding, to my confusion, that not only had my friend run off somewhere
else; no longer chasing after me, but that I had caught the frisbee those boys were playing with moments before.
One of them ran over and I gave him the frisbee, I was surprised that I had managed to catch it without realizing what had even happened.
The teacher told me that it was a good catch, which surprised me further because I hadn’t noticed
she was paying any attention to the whole accidental frisbee catching scene. O.o
So that was and intriguing experience. What’s a funny childhood memory from you, George Keefe? o.o
Elias Lin…oh dear, I hope that wasn’t as traumatic as it sounds. D:
Also, Steakthedog, what does ‘schieße’ mean & how is it pronounced and what language does it come from? o.O
In fact, yes. Mt little brother was running after a soccer ball during recess (the same one that kissed a girl in kindergarten), tripped on a pebble, and fell face-first into a metal fence pole. He was fine after like 8 stitches.
@AeR It wasn’t that bad. I had some scrapes, bruises, and red tire markings down my spine for a couple weeks, but nothing major. The pain dulled pretty quickly, and it was a lotta fun for my ten-year-old self to brag to my classmates the next day about my “scars”. Also, the reason I got run over was because I rode my bike into a hole near the sidewalk on purpose because I thought it would be cool to see what would happen, and my Dad behind me didn’t have time to stop when I fell. So, I kinda deserved it.
I almost got my mom arrested during a sleepover because I wanted to show my friend a toy at my house. I tried walking home, without telling her, super early in the morning.
I once called the fire department while pretending there was a fire in the neighborhood. In my defense, the phone keys were easy to press.
One time I was wrestling with my brother and he was standing in front of a wooden cabinet thing. I started charging at him and he slid out of the way but I didn’t stop and rammed straight into the cabinet. It’s one of my brothers favorite stories.
I once painted my face with nutella and my Grandma freaked out. She dragged me to the sink and washed it all off immediately.
There was also an incident with a bag of flour and my twin sister. It got everywhere.
My brother came home one day and blatantly said “I kissed a girl today”. Appernaltly he had kissed one of my friend’s little sister on the lips in the girl’s bathroom.
They were in kindergarten
I don’t actually remember this, but the story goes that I didn’t speak until I was about three. I communicated–pointed, that sort of thing–but didn’t use words.
And then I came out with “Look, Pop, three red lights!” My grandfather was so shocked to hear me speak that he almost ran those three red lights.
Once I tripped down the stairs at school and slightly injured my ankle.
Still to this day my friends insist I had jumped and the landing part messed up. We argue about it for at least ten minutes.
Fracto? That you?
Says it’s going to be a short story yet starting it on the Friday update. Is this irony, trolling or both?
Hmm, going from the extra lore on the calendar page I have a feeling I know the narrator. I believe it’s Hesta, goddess of compassion and the open hearth, matches the fire themes and colour of the speech bubbles.
As for my predictions this chapter, I wager Tynan will attack Zuurith, going by this page and the cover page for the chapter. I could see Tynan revelling in a city built on strict law and order being brought down by the unbridled chaos of nature.
YESSS. I love this style of storytelling already, it reminds me a lot of the villain tells their backstory monologue. Oh wait…..That might be what this is.
Well, that’s one hell of a chapter opener
“You see, Tynan was a complete ass…”
I mean …. you aren’t wrong…
stormy grumpy cloud hair having ass bitch
*immediately gets struck by lightening*
Off topic: Where is your favorite place to travel to/ dream destination for after covid? I’m quite partial to Iceland.
I want to go to the UK my brothers went but I have yet to go.
Why? As someone who lives here, it’s hard to imagine the UK being a dream destination.
Dream destinations aren’t necessarily places you want to live the rest of your years in. They are places you go to for a bit, experience the good parts of, then book it out of there the moment things get bad or you run out of vacation days.
Well, yeah, I get that. But still; I’m curious.
It’s the sticky toffee pudding & drunk Scottish butterflies that are so fun to practice bug catching with.
Plus, not all of the UK is England.
I know. I live in Edinburgh, and it’s the most gorgeous city I’ve ever been to. I was just wondering what specifically people wanted to see in the UK.
Nice! I went once, wonder if I saw you without noticing?
I would like to go to South America, I’m not sure which country yet but I want to experience the culture
Peru and Ecuador have great night markets. From them I learned how to make a butterfly out of string. Kills your knee circulation.
I’ve heard that there’s a rail line that runs for hundreds of kilometers along the arctic Norwegian coastline; if that’s an actual thing, I want to ride on it someday.
Okay so there’s this one bridge in New York called the Harvard Bridge that’s measured in this weird unit of length called “smoots” (~1.7 meters) and it’s named after this guy called Oliver R. Smoot, who had to measure the bridge as part of some kind of college activity and I really wanna go there before I die
I’ve been to Iceland. It’s beautiful there. Very flat, not many trees, and some really nice mountains. The water smells like eggs though because it’s heated with geothermal energy.
My favorite part of Iceland was this one restaurant that made a heavenly meringue cake…
I also liked watching the, um… Auroras.
Switzerland!
I T A L Y
Or the Netherlands, obviously.
I wanna go to the foggiest and most quiet forest somewhere in Germany and set up camp there! Or perhaps go to London.
I really like rain either way.
It doesn’t really matter if I go to visit my fiancee or she comes to visit me, but one of those needs to happen.
*grumbles about idiots prolonging this mess and forcing a border closure*
Oh, we’re learning the lore in story, instead of outside it.
I wonder if this omniscient narrator has sick tatoos.
It’s already happened 1 out of 1 times; with such excellent odds, it’s gotta happen again! (/joke)
Impeccable logic good sir! Especially since there already is a storm involved…. wait-
Old mysterious narrator talks casually at cloud.
The first panel is so pretty. I have nothing else to say.
“Let me tell you a story.” But why, though? I’m already quite comfortable with the usual assortment of words and images. Haven’t you ever heard, “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it?”
Oh. Ooooh! Is this that one thing called an “interlude”? Well. Carry on, then. 😉
Yaaaay storytime!