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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #55035 is a reply to message #39226] |
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| CanRock wrote on Wed, 18 May 2011 17:16 | Nocte has requested: If anyone has any of my microscenes, please put them up. (message #39114)
This story was originally posted on Sun, 02 May 2010
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And now, the sequel to "Stalwart catches Fey and Bunny sharing a bed."
Stalwart couldn't concentrate. Everytime Bunny walked past, he made a
mistake. Eventually, someone noticed that Stalwarts failure rate was
higher than usual.
"What's wrong with you today?" asked one of his friends "And cut the "chivalry speak" crap." he added as an afterthought.
"You know how I was going to ask Nikki if she wanted to go out with me tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I found her sharing a bed with Bunny. I thought that maybe they
were sharing a bed to keep warm, but Bunny has been giving me these odd
looks lately."
"Hang on. You caught NIKKI and BUNNY in bed together and you thought that they were only keeping warm?"
"What else could two girls do in a bed together?"
"You DO know that girls can have sex with each other, right?"
"..."
"You didn't, didja?"
"But, how would it work? They don't have anything that would be compatible!"
"Stally, never underestimate the intelligence of humans when it comes to
the Rite of the Dual Backed Beast. When Greasy gets out of the hospital
AGAIN, ask him about it. I'm sure that he will have some videos that he
could show you."
"I shall NEVER ask that knave for advice! He regularly besmirches the
honor of many young maidens on campus with that, that filth he
broadcasts!"
"Fine, stay ignorant. Meanwhile, Bunnys gonna be "keeping Nikki warm", as you so put it."
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Sorry
Chris in CA
Chris in CA
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #55043 is a reply to message #55035] |
Fri, 09 March 2012 19:32 |
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Nocte
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| chrisbuyer wrote on Fri, 09 March 2012 23:59 | | CanRock wrote on Wed, 18 May 2011 17:16 | Nocte has requested: If anyone has any of my microscenes, please put them up. (message #39114)
This story was originally posted on Sun, 02 May 2010
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And now, the sequel to "Stalwart catches Fey and Bunny sharing a bed."
Stalwart couldn't concentrate. Everytime Bunny walked past, he made a
mistake. Eventually, someone noticed that Stalwarts failure rate was
higher than usual.
"What's wrong with you today?" asked one of his friends "And cut the "chivalry speak" crap." he added as an afterthought.
"You know how I was going to ask Nikki if she wanted to go out with me tonight?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I found her sharing a bed with Bunny. I thought that maybe they
were sharing a bed to keep warm, but Bunny has been giving me these odd
looks lately."
"Hang on. You caught NIKKI and BUNNY in bed together and you thought that they were only keeping warm?"
"What else could two girls do in a bed together?"
"You DO know that girls can have sex with each other, right?"
"..."
"You didn't, didja?"
"But, how would it work? They don't have anything that would be compatible!"
"Stally, never underestimate the intelligence of humans when it comes to
the Rite of the Dual Backed Beast. When Greasy gets out of the hospital
AGAIN, ask him about it. I'm sure that he will have some videos that he
could show you."
"I shall NEVER ask that knave for advice! He regularly besmirches the
honor of many young maidens on campus with that, that filth he
broadcasts!"
"Fine, stay ignorant. Meanwhile, Bunnys gonna be "keeping Nikki warm", as you so put it."
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It is my understanding that Stalwart is not unattractive in appearance
and if Bunny is at all curious, he might just end up a very lucky
fellow, kind of the reverse of Bladedancer, Molly and Chain Lighting.
Who will probably need to live up to that name in the future.
Chris in CA
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could have been avoided if you just managed to get laid once in a while.
You can't even tell me you'd be this tightly wound if you were
receiving Treasure Type O regularly" Roy Greenhilt
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #55230 is a reply to message #55043] |
Mon, 12 March 2012 20:45 |
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Spring Cleaning
A Whateley Microscene by Sadael
March 15 200X
It was over. Two weeks of eerie calm had descended on the Whateley
Campus. There had not been a single violation of any rules, neither a
prank from the Alphas or a scheme from the Masterminds or any of the
usual suspect trouble makers on campus. even Bronco and Silo were smart
enough to keep quiet.
A palpable sense of relief filled the student body, the only one not
sharing the relief was now standing in Elizabeth Carsons office in
tears. She was the only one that had either broken the rules or had been
stupid enough to get caught doing it during this month.
Every single student practically wrote "Do Not Fuck Up In March" on the
inside of their eyelids so they could see it when asleep.
The reason for this fear was that once a year Fubar was moved to the
portable spare and the basment tank in Hawthorne was drained and
scrubbed clean. And as the unfortunate defendant in the Headmistresses
office had just found out her detention was to assist in the process
using only a toothbrush.
Beware the Ides of March.
I used to be a rocket scientist, but I became a missile scientist because everything I designed exploded anyway
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #56230 is a reply to message #30303] |
Sun, 01 April 2012 15:28 |
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April fools' day
One would think gadgeteers and devisers, the supposedly most creative
members of the mutant population, would come up with some truly original
practical jokes on the First of April, better known as All fools' day.
One would be mistaken, Möebius reflected. The majority of the pranks
that the workshop members played on each other, could only be called
childish: variations on the showering with unwanted substances. Oh, the
method of delivery and the nature of the delivered materials (noxious
liquids that put a sewer to shame and solid items that were far worse
than tarring and feathering) were far more high-tech but the nature of
these pranks belonged more in an elementary school. In addition, most of
those pranks could be defeated by even the most basic Personal
Forcefield Generator. Today, you could recognize the freshmen either by
sight or smell or both. Very few first-years had either the foresight or
the forewarning to protect themselves.
Still, there were a few pranksters in the workshop that were the talk of
the campus today! Fine, they were not as spectacular as Beltane and
Thorn, the reigning queen and king of pranks, but still...
Jericho, the resident clown of the workshop had made a robot, and not
just any robot. Equipped with holographic projectors, this robot could
camouflage itself to near invisibility. It would silently approach an
unsuspecting victim and then cut loose with its clothing devise. The
result would change the subjects clothes in an ensemble that would tempt
clothing designers to rip out their eyeballs. In short, they would
resemble Jericho.
Once the nature of the "fashion disaster fairy" became known, a very
colourful posse was formed near instantly. Most of them will spend the
coming days with repairing the damage they caused during their hunt.
Dressed in their transformed clothes! Headmistress Carson can be
creative too.
Another well known prankster, Generator, pulled a variation on a classic: the tar baby.
Imagine Ayla Goodkind in a little black dress. That alone should be a
warning that something isn't right. Take this image a little further.
The dress is so short it barely covers the crotch. The neckline plunges
nearly to the navel and the material looks like a shining latex that
hugs every feminine curve... and one masculine one: a manhood standing
at attention, clearly visible through the tight material.
Now let us imagine that this homophobic nightmare goes slinking along
one of the paths and coming on to one of the many people that can't
stand Phase. In less than a minute the pigeon will throw a punch to this
threat to his manhood. To their surprise the result will not be an
enemy flying backward, but their arm being stuck in a black gooey
substance that will quickly cover their entire body. After that it will
reform in feminine curves.
Imagine the heads of the most feared bully-boys on bodies that are more
exaggerated than a porn star. They are trying to remove the treacherous
substance that covers them, but they can't get a good grip on it. It
always slips through their fingers. Fortunately for them, the 'tar'
seems to be programmed to let them loose and seek a new target after a
good ten minutes of ridicule, less if they prove to be a good sport
about it. Few of them are.
That thought brought Möebius back to his own attempt at a practical joke
of high quality. Oh, the idea was from Bunny, who needed his help to
arrange it. She wanted to give Phase an embarrassing gift, yet one so
useful that he couldn't refuse it.
Although his business relationship with Phase is satisfactory, one might
even say very lucrative, he has been hearing bad things about her
treatment of her former roommate. Even if he could have refused Bugs (no
male in the workshop can), he would have gone along with her idea. To
him, this is also an experiment to see if Phase has enough of a sense of
humor to warrant a long term professional relationship.
His train of thought is suddenly interrupted by the arrival of Bugs. She
looks very upset, quite unlike her usual sunny personality.
"We need to talk!" "Privately!"
She looks very serious so I wave her in before closing the door to my
workstation and activating some counter surveillance gizmo's. It's not
the best of it's kind but it will do for the rare occasions that I do
need privacy. One of the benefits of being a devisor of unpatentable
inventions, who usually works in plain sight, is that people rarely
bother to spy on me.
"There, that should do it. Can you tell me now what's wrong?"
Bugs swallowed and started her tale.
"Ayla! I've got a little present for you," said Bugs, holding up a small
package. A present offered on the first of April, that attracted the
attention of everyone in the sunroom.
"Isn't it a bit late for my birthday?" Ayla had her business face on. At
her level, she played for higher stakes than most professional poker
players.
"oh, I only recently got the idea. It was an inspiration. This little
gift will help you with some of the problems you keep having."
"What is it?"
"Open it and find out." She offered the package and Ayla, after a moments hesitation, took it.
There were no strings attached. Ayla removed the packaging paper: bright
red, dotted with white playboy-logo bunnies. She looked up from the
innocent looking white cardboard box in her hands to Bugs who had a grin
that threatened to split her face in two.
Ayla quickly opened the lid, put her hand inside and pulled out the
contents... and stared in shock at what she held. The whole room looked
pole axed, except the grinning Bugs and Fey.
The object in Ayla's hand looked like a vagina! It was an elongated
triangle of skincolored material with a small bush of hair above a
detailed molding of the feminine gender.
Bugs broke the stunned silence. "It's a vagina prosthetic. With that,
the girls won't have to look at your wiener in the bathroom".
The room burst out in laughter. Several students were rolling on the
ground. Chaka was incapacitated. Ayla's business face was back on but
now it had a frozen quality.
When the laughter had gone down a bit from it's hysterical level, Ayla found some objections.
"I have heard of these prosthetics that some crossdressers use. They
have been around for years but these things tend to be uncomfortable,
unhygienic and not very realistic in appearance."
Bugs waved those objections aside. "That may be true for the commercial
models but this one I made myself. I used my 3D-printer to mold it with
Jobe's synthetic skin to make it perfectly realistic. I also added a
texas catheter made by Jericho. That way you can pee like a girl without
the risk of yeast infections. Möebius helped me to create a pocketspace
for your wiener. There should be no discomfort."
She smiled like a cat that got the canary. "In fact, the pocketspace was
large enough for 2 wieners. I took advantage of that so you could have
sex like a woman. With an addition from Fey, you can even feel it as if
you were a real woman."
This time the laughter was thunderous.
"I don't understand", Möebius said after he had recovered from his own
fit of laughter. "It sounds like everything went accordingly to your
plan. What's wrong?"
Bugs looked him squarely in the eyes and told him what Ayla said to her.
"This thing has MARKET POTENTIAL."
Möebius shuddered. Phase did have a sense of humor but the joke was on them.
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #56380 is a reply to message #56230] |
Fri, 06 April 2012 00:55 |
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April 1, 2012:
Students campus-wide wake up to find their computer login screens
changed, all the stationary and signage, even at the gates altered
slightly:
Welcome to Wheatley Academy.
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #56404 is a reply to message #56387] |
Fri, 06 April 2012 18:24 |
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April 1, 2012:
Students campus-wide wake up to find their computer login screens
changed, all the stationary and signage, even at the gates altered:
Welcome to Tower Prep
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #56430 is a reply to message #56404] |
Sat, 07 April 2012 14:12 |
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Ancestry.com
Bunny "Bugs" Cormick great great grand father Eugène Fabergé
I am not paranoid homonyms are out to
get me. Homophones, Heteronyms, Polysemes, Capitonyms and words with
similar spelling it is all a vast conspiracy.
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #56439 is a reply to message #30303] |
Sat, 07 April 2012 18:09 |
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April 1st, any year:
Someone swaps all the signs in the tunnels pointing towards Whitman and Twain cottages.
Hilarity ensues as the more geographically confused residents of those
two cottages start to wander down the wrong paths - and some are either
too ignorant of those coming the other way or they notice, carry on and
feign ignorance...
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #56496 is a reply to message #56466] |
Sun, 08 April 2012 21:13 |
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"And now a special request for a special lady, a little number by Neil Diamond."
And across campus, playing on WARS, could be heard, "Sweet Ca-roline..."
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #56843 is a reply to message #56496] |
Sun, 15 April 2012 20:32 |
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The classroom was partly filled when the bell rang. The aging man at the desk stood up.
"Welcome to Advanced Hacking. The syllabus is online, you can find it.
My name is Professor Falken. This is my teaching assistant, Joshua." He
gestured to an ancient computer, the worn letters 'W.O.P.R' faintly
visible on its side.
"First class rule, no hacking into weapons systems without the approval
of your teacher, DoD, or your home country's equivalent. Ignoring this
rule will result in detention, NBC event drills, and a timed class
project."
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #56856 is a reply to message #56843] |
Mon, 16 April 2012 01:54 |
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The students had arrived to find an empty classroom.
"You sure this is the right place?"
"It's the room on the schedule..."
Just then all the males (and a couple of the females) in the class had
their undivided attention drawn to the *hot* young woman who walked in
the door flanked by a couple of younger men.
"All right you animals, this is Intermediate Technomancy. I'm Lisa and my assistants are Gary and Wyatt."
While everyone was staring at Lisa, Gary & Wyatt passed out the schedule of assignments and tests.
"We'll have several lab projects," said Lisa. "Anyone failing to observe
safety rules, or forgetting parts of the rituuals *will* have to live
with the consequences, at least until the end of the term."
Gary piped up, "You do *not* want to forget items needed for a ritual.
Trust me on this." He and Wyatt exchanged a look and shuddered slightly.
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #57139 is a reply to message #30303] |
Sun, 22 April 2012 20:56 |
LordSia
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Bãshé sighed as he tried to ignore the way
the other students avoided meeting his eyes. He'd been ecstatic when he
was offered a part in the Whateley Academy Film Club's own rendition of
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, but after a prankster
reactivated and supercharged the eye contact-based immobilising
enchantment they had used during the filming and... Well.
The good news was that no permanent harm was done, and they didn't need
some weird Mandrake-based potion to reverse the enchantment.
The bad news was that people avoiding his gaze were the tamer reactions;
most of those who had been "petrified", almost fifty students all in
all, were still refusing to even be in the same building as him, as did
two students with spider-based powers who hadn't even been affected. He
still spotted the occasional mirror used to look around corners -
despite the fact that it would have made absolutely no difference what
so ever due to how the enchantment was constructed, not to forget the
fact that it had been removed more than three weeks ago! - as well as a
marked increase in the number of sunglasses worn. Indoors. In the middle
of winter. When they spent most of their time in underground tunnels.
Also, there were at least three of the more delusional would-be
do-gooders who were still looking for a way and/or excuse to slay him,
and if his post-dinner nap was interrupted one more time by a crowing
rooster, he wouldn't be held responsible for what he would do! He'd also
lost count of the number of burning chickens that had been thrown his
way... Although the one red-and-gold peacock had been rather impressive,
he had to admit.
Where the heck they had found a red-and-gold peacock, he had no idea.
But that was Whateley Academy for you.
Exalted; Where Kung-Fu Action Jesus is a starting character!
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| Re: Micro Scenes [message #57406 is a reply to message #30303] |
Sat, 28 April 2012 02:51 |
trojan619
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Post Dark of the Moon...
"...and that is why we are here. NEST believed we would be able to
learn more of humankind here, where the people are more durable I
believe they said, then the cities or on your inter-connected network," he said in deep baritone, standing over her desk. Despite his size, he portrayed neither hostility nor fear in his posture.
"It's called the Internet," quipped Ms Hartford from the side, still in shock when he and his compatriots arrived.
"Ah, pardon me for my mistake then. Also, as well as learning more
about your people. I will make our stay here worth while. I will be
willing to impart to your students the technology of our world, Mrs
Carson. I was originally designed to be an intellectual than a general" he finished politely, his voice despite being inhuman sounded eager at the prospect of teaching.
Mrs Carson rubbed her brow and cursed silently, she didn't need the
headache this would cause but still...the promise of new technology as
well as the board ordering the housing these beings...there was nothing
she could say.
Reaching out her hand, she said in defeat, "Well, while we still have to
discuss where the rest of your allies would go, I would like to welcome
you aboard the faculty Mr. Prime"
"It is indeed an honor Mrs. Carson," said Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots.
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