A story (all participate)

Aleita

Aleita

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Once upon a time, in a world of make believe a place called Ayenee Org was created.
There were many a persona whom came from all over the real life world to join this magical place.
Bonds were made, friendships forged, and evil villains arose.
As time went on Ayenee Org grew and word spread throughout the net that this place was made for those who wish to escape a bit of their reality and partake in some creative adventures.......
 
And once I arrived to this place called .Org I was met by a wide range of personas. I can remember it like it was just yesterday.
There was the nets most sexiest feline, a wise man called Mith, and another jolly fellow whom all referred to as SJ.
Yes good times were to be had in this place and much more were yet to come.
 
and yea, all of .org was overseen by the protector known net-wide as "The Tifferzzz", and yea, all who even thought of showing disrespect to .org cowered in fear of the Tifferzzz, and so all was well.
 
Then strolled in a woman who had heard great things of this place that was foreign to her. She was hesitant to join the community but quickly learned that people here were decent, respectful and honorable. She quickly realized that she could call this place home.
 
Home: A place where one could live...could thrive. A perfect home was one that a young man came strolling in looking for. That, and the fact that he was chasing after something...or someone -spooky music here-.

The winds of change were blowing past, and fresh grass was growing on wide pastures. Could a new day be dawning? Could a new hero be arriving like a glimpse of sunlight on a dark cloudy day....or is it simply the calm before the tempest....
 
Yet if it were but a tempest Lord Mith would done smite himself a tempest, but he knew well the future of .org long ago when he took up the reigns of power. Now if only he could find his smokes he would be in a utopia.
 
At that point, SJ flew in, wearing a cape and spandex, and a shield on his chest with an S and a J. The caped bartender punched Mith in the gut. "No smoking on the forums, bitch." he explained and then flew off into the sunset.

End Chapter 1.
 
and in the midst of the severe punishment that the superhero SJ had forsaken Mith unto...Tifferzzz stood by in awe and wonder over the multiple uses of the word 'tempest' that Mith had brought about.
 
And bursting in with a superfluous display of smoke and lights, and various supernatural manifestations emerged a man who would remain silent and observe everything, acting rather neutral while everything occurred practically shadowing Tifferzzz and the others that were observing as well.
 
and yea, Tifferzzz was shadowed whilst pondering over the multiple uses of the word 'Tempest" that Mith had brought about.
 
Mith survived the punch and continued to smoke upon the forums allowing his smoke to cover the world in an eternal foggy haze in which he smiled looking upon the numerous gaurdians of .org and Rp.
 
The Sinful Feline (Who is almost as old as the dirt in Ayenee) and her magic cheshire vanishing powers floats above Ayenee watching the many carring on's, randomly pulling others up to float in her bubble from time to time
 
And thus it came to pass that a cheeky little blighter insinuated himself into this far-fetched realm that was wreathed in the smoke of the overlording Mith. And he sat a while and then spake "Can someone open a window, I'm choking in 'ere!"
 
Through the clouds, from heaven, there streaked a platinum fan of great blowing glory. It peeled back Mith's foggy haze and turned the skies blue. On power setting number 5 the fan hummed a deafening hum, and turned the once hazy world into a land of endless humming. Unbeknownst to the platinum fan, who had no ears, the sound was quite annoying, resemblant of a jet airplane landing atop one's head.
 
And of course, oblivious to it all, sat the psycho in some dark corner of .Org. Enveloped by a smoke cloud of a different sort, he could do little more than giggle at the silliest things that ran through his forever spaced out mind. The only other thing that filtered through the nothingness in his brain was this annoying and quite overwhelming attack. An incessant onslaught, it drove him mad with hunger. The evil munchies had found him at last. Terrible creatures these were, demanding that he stuff his body full of sweetened iced tea and crumb cake.
 
And the feline being the loving creature that she is, did rain little baggies of smilie face cookies down upon the hungery and those who deserved a little treat for a job well done..or every now and then let cookies rain down just to shut someone up
 
As the yummy treats rained down from the sky Jayliss ran about with very large fishing net to catch the yummy bits of heaven. Once the net was full she ran off with the cookies greedily.
 
An while the normal insanity of NewAyenee.org continued Mith sat back and smoked watching as a super fan started to drive Katsujirou MAD I say MAD. Slowly Mith raised from his stooper and moved once more in an attempt to better his nirvana.
 
And Tifferzzz stood above them all, controlling each with her mastery of puppetry. And she laughed gleefully as all of the hidden rpers and quiet lurkers came out of their hidey-holes to participate in this thread. *Insert maniacal-mad scientist endless laugh here*
 
And of course there sat The Psycho, oblivious to almost everything as was typical in the late afternoons after he left the chaotic hell hole he called his job. Reclined back with his keyboard, mouse and trusty red dragon pipe he was suddenly awaken from his stupor as a rather hard smiley faced cookie nearly knocked him off his chair. It was amazing how gravity could turn such a small item into such a deadly weapon after falling for such a distance. For but a moment, a scowl distorted his otherwise grining face. Not but a few seconds later, after he could focus again, he discovered the cookie and was reminded of the increasing munchy attack. "Woo Hoo!" he shouted with a mouthful of cookie. Tomorrow he would ask himself where the lump on his head came from, and wouldn't have a clue.

Short term memory loss assaulted him quite often. Unfortunately, unlike the munchies, he could think of no remedy. Perhaps one day he would get smart and leave little post it notes all over the place. They of course would have to be all colors of the rainbow so that he could neatly catagorize each. It would most likely take him an hour just to find the one he was seeking..... that is if he could remember to buy the post it notes in the first place.

As he was often prone to ramble on endlessly, he would finish his cookie, say hello to his trusty dragon pipe and continue to drum away like a mindless fool determined to bore the masses with the never ending jibberish spewed from the dark recess of his mind. Perhaps today however, he would go easy on them, at least for now.
 
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