Fan Fiction

[Boethius]

Templar rode his woman out before he went to the console to check his mail.  

'Jam, jam!'

She screamed, she was really hungry.

'Worm, bring jam for my woman!'

The worm grew from the floor and stepped out of the room to the jam cabinet where it popped a can with muscle alone and brought it back to the lady.

It seemed that forum users where dying and no-one knew why, only Templar Boe could sort it and he would because no-one else was interested in *****ty forums but they were all in it to put others down. That brought a rage so strong into the Templar that the world would be torn low and brought asunder if it could be found manifest.

'My lady, forum users are dying!'

'Then save them Templar, save them.'

'I will my Lady but first I need to investigate, which forum users exactly and what were there last actions and do they have any friends in common?'

Templar wrote a post:

I hear that you're all dying and I'd like to help you for the sake of goodness and righteousness in the world. First of all who has died and will you present me with a list of their last posts? It's really off that things have gotten so serious, losing a game is terrible but murder, if it is so, is illegal. I do this for the sake of goodness alone so I expect no barrier.

[Boethius]

Shortly after he received a reply:

It is after the moderators come in.

And a further reply:

When the forums are deleted people sometimes go missing Templar.

[Boethius]

And again from titterszx:

There's deffinately a problem but it's not the moderators there's no reason for them to kill, we contribute they moderate and get paid. We're the producers and they manage us, everyone's happy. There's no reason for anyone to die is there? Look Templar how are you going to sort this out you don't have access to the documents that you'd need. You can't sort it so ***** off.

[Boethius]

Templar turned to his Lady:

'They resist my dear'

'You must help them Templar'

'Right on, I'll need to collect the appropriate information beginning with any third party documentation and then records from the forum contributers.  Worm, dip the tree I need to travel.'

Worm grew and travelled to the Holed Totem where it pushed the Blooded Tree against the Holed Totem so dripping with blood to produce seed that would grow atop the mountain to produce the bledge pipes that would allow Templar to travel the realms.

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As he waited Templar sat to program his game of epic battle across the minds of gamers to take their aim from selfishness to selflessness that would give a chance for a glorious future of community and happiness.  This battle would be glorious as the demons that had been hidden for so long would rise again to be cut down.  The pipe rode in as Templar commanded it

'The house of titterszx'

'Bye Templar,  I'm waiting for you' 

[Boethius]

Resonance from the Templar's song touched the minds of those the mobile pipe passed,

Song of a life of oppression in a world of liberation,

Man brought low for free beliefs, that man target,

A moving target with a strength that lasts until his heart burts.

Templar Boe man of real liberation, man with free world indignation the Templar target of insults,

Lowly Templar a sole pageant sings a string of hurt holding a catalogue of firsts.

A man of dignity with manipulative vulnerability,

***** target.

Sole Boe.

Hero fighter lights liberty while exposed to his vulnerability.

The minds of those touched are brought into conflict, forced to question unless they are clear.  Each mind touched brings Boe closer to the liberty that he deserves. 

[chickenwing46]

Wut Tha H ?!?

[Boethius]

On a deeper level forced to consider their existence upon hearing the sole Templar's tale, that path of peace wrought in suffering, formed with the genome, grown with understanding and fired in the forge of conquest.  Warlords learned of their enemy and knew their weakness, weakness that they'd have to find and question within themselves to conquer, the strongest of us are brought to peace in that perfect formulation.

The house of titterszx was bare of the outcomes of a loving guardian.  It was painted but clean of the sorts of things that can be brought to hand by a resident who seeks homely thoughts.

[rollandrat]