The Dink Network

Gather around Children when I have atleast five people heres i will tell Swords story but for now I will tell dinklums story.

Yes, it's an epic, spanning generations and continents.

Once there was an old coot named Dinklum in Stonebrook.He peeked in Dinks windows every morning and stalked him.But He met Ethal and wanted her Duck dead.So after a very strorng deal with Dink he got him to kill Ethal's duck.But then the guards found out his plans and got Me and Karel to throw him into the Dink Network.Afterwards he stalks little boys and Dinks on the Dn.

Good thing I'm not this "Dinklum" person.

ya but do you like the story even if it makes you sound a little fabulous.

I can't say it's one of my favorites.

why its about you and we need 4 more people for the Sword Story.Meanwhile do you have a wife or pet?

Well I have a wife named Ethel, and I did have a pet duck.

what ral ones I might have a story for how you met.

Nope, neither.

ok the story of how we met.

There once was a boy shopping for some food for his safehouse but he felt like he was being watched.He searched everywhere but saw nothing.He continued but he heard a noise saying more action then he looked around alot.Then he ran to the safehouse still hearing noises he had guards seacrh.They found Dinkulum and threw him in front of Dack.Then he offered a bannana and a duck.Then I releahed him and we became friends then I sent him to work in the mines for one gold a month.

The cabal that was planning to overthrow LordDack met in the mines, so working there made it much easier for dinkulum to have his secret meetings with them. They were pleased that he had managed to weasel his way into a friendship with the dictator.

(Just helping you out. )

but One of the guards notiched so they told Dack.He ordered that every workers family jewels be cut off and put in a stew.after bedtime they ate and Dinkulum ate ten bowls. bUt as soon as the bowl was licked clean by him the guards told them what was in the stew.Dack stopped his friendship with Dinkulum and stopped having the guards whip him since he loved it. instead they put him with the old saggy pigs.P.S. I am not a Dictator I have to get work done for Sword and I have to not fail.

Fortunately, dinkulum had received a pig-English dictionary from Santa that Christmas, so he continued his conspiring with the pigs. One pig agreed to poison itself to provide a tasty and deadly meal for their delusional ruler Dack.

buit there was only one pig and it was for touture[mabe pleasure to dinkulum]

Still, it agreed to sacrifice itself for the greater good.

I don't know whether to laugh, cry, or facepalm.

Do all three.

But why would I eat a pig thats been you know.In the bedroom/torture room

You wouldn't know where it came from. Your cooks take care of all that for you.

HAHAHAHA...oohhh... *sniff* .... *SLAP*

well.... it CAN be done Kris...

I have cooked in the Sword Royal kitchen a few times and almost cut 10 times.Of What I know we have our food imported from the Sword Shops of the finest quality.

You're all a bunch of Haju-Maijas!

I think I should be offended somehow, but I don't know what that means, and Google Translate doesn't either. Something about an odor.

Well 3 perople have posted on the chat so were close to teling the Sword Story.Also im thinknig he got it from a game or book because it sounds like it.Or Anima

You are my sunchine, my only sunshine~

I'm bored, tell a coherent story.

I thought those were coherrnt

Seemed coherent to me.

I can make a story of Krisknox

Coherent means punctuation, sentence structure, good storytelling. While you have a basic ability to tell a story, you keep it incoherent by often going off on a separate line of thought. When I write, I don't set up an epic moment, then suddenly interrupt it with random thoughts of cupcakes and ponies. It ruins both suspense and readability. Now, if it were a satirical story where the 'villain' not only sucks at his job, but is completely clueless (Example: Kyran from the Emergency Exit webcomic (Old canon)), then them going off on a tangent about cupcakes and ponies may yield amusing results. As I was reading the story you were posting here, I noticed that it often jumped from this place...

Over to this place....

And over to this place.

and then suddenly, cupcakes.

You cannot tell a good story if you are incoherent. You cannot tell a coherent story if you do not focus.
If you can tell me a good story, then you will need punctuation, sentence structure, and coherency.

Oh, I thought you meant logically coherent, as in contradicting itself.

well it was a falsh story that I made so it was just for fun.unless it is true.also does anyone want to hear a flase story about krisknox.And krisknox arnt the stories funny I bet even dinkulum is laughing

The humor relies directly ON the incoherency, but it's too much so for me to find it funny, as everything is all discombobulated.

And krisknox arnt the stories funny I bet even dinkulum is laughing

Only a little funny.

But it was fun to write a bit of a story together.

Fine I will add a little puntcuation.Now here is the story of krisknox.

There once was a young man who beacame a the kings royal guard.He followed him everywhere to make sure he was safe.He guarded the kings shower one day.Krisknox then dropped a golden bannana and saw the king in the shower naked!He felt something that moment but he didnt know what.The next day the king took a nap but he didnt have his clothes that day.Krisknox had those feelings for days since he knew the king was asleep he came in.The king felt a thump repeataly but he didnt wake up.Krisknox fell asleep in bed by accident.The king woke up then Kris did.the king had Krisknox thrown in the Dink Network for his crimes especially after he proposed marriage to the king.So Krisknox is looking for a way to get back to his kingdom so he could live with his love.

That better Krisknox.Don't worry I think its fake if not tell me.

I should let you that I don't take kindly to being called homosexual.
No, the Story of KrisKnox begins with darkness against light, the black against white. Ink against Paper. It is the story of a Writer, who is targeted by a being beyond his world, his multiverse. Possibly all of existence.
Perhaps this being is a manifestation of his greater fears, or perhaps it takes the form of those fears. All he has to defend himself with is a pen, paper, and the notion of a hero beyond his world. But his story is not complete, it is still ongoing. It is tied with fates of seven other worlds.
Unlike the Heroes he writes about, he is utterly unprepared.

Dack thats uncalled for

Waaaait... Did Dack just flame me?

Homos and pigs. . . . . . . .yup, this seems like Dack.

I dont meen to insult you its just a fun story I made because your a knight I can make one of duckhater.

Okay, he he! (:

it might be a lie and or fabulous sounding but with ducks so if you want it done accept now.

Buh, do it.

ok dont say i didnt warn you.

There once was a duck by the name of quack[duckhater] he lived in the village of thwack.It was peacful but one day the village chief never woke up.The others searched for evidence until they found a feather.It looked like Quack's,Charels,or the chief's.They knew the chief did't kill himself because everything was happy to him.They thought of Quack because he acted funny for a couple of days.So they watched him and heard him say"I should have never killed the village chief for that necklace.I will be found soon."The others got the magic ducks to go to Quack's house then they transported him to the Dink Network and gave him the name DuckHater for his hatred for their leader.now he kills any ducks on the Dink Network as vengance even though they were from another tribe/clan.

I thinks its good story for your name.

You seem so nice and friendly, LordDack ... until you start telling stories.

Okay, now you've had six people in this thread. Tell us about Sword already.

ok give me a second but how aam I not nice when I tell stories because they arnt true.

Well I was sort of joking, but still, it's nicer to tell stories about people that don't make them sound like murderers and creeps, even if it's fiction.

well I made you sound like an old stocker who likes to be whipped.and duckhater could have been a duck.

At least you admit your crimes.

Dack, what if I were to make a story that implied that you had gratuitous sex with animals and dead people? Just because it's fiction doesn't mean that you can go wild. There are rules to literature and fiction. Some people, like Stephanie Meyer, break these rules and are widely hated. One such rule is that you don't blatantly insult people with the worst kind of thing. Sure, you can insult a real life person as long as it's subtle. And subtle doesn't mean 'had feelings for' or anything akin to that. It's the way the character acts. There is a major difference between 'attended to (x)'s every need' and 'laid with (x)'.

But, yeah. Don't just make up stuff about people. Get to know about them a little first, then actually tell a partly truthful story about them. In fiction, there has to be some truth.

The only rules in literature and fiction are those which you make.

but youll never catch me alive haha ok then tell me about yourself Krisknox.

Well, my story does not really begin with the light at the end of a tunnel, though I feel as if I had lived a past life. My story begins in fifth grade, where I had gone through social and emotional hell. Hell would best describe fifth, seventh to eighth grade, with sixth being a short repose.
Hell began in fifth grade. I had had a teacher named Mrs. Mary who neglected to teach me. When I would have a question, she would ignore me, making a big show of helping the other kids. When I would grow tired of holding my hand up for almost hours on end, I would call out her name. She would send me out to the hallway. In that grade, I had a small problem with farting. When I would fart, I would say 'Excuse me.' She would look at me and say, "Control your bodily functions." But everyone knows that you can't control most things. I would fart and eventually be sent to the principal's office for disrupting class. It became such that I learned how to effectively silence my farts and pass it off as someone else's. But I never stopped saying 'excuse me', even if I grunted it. Mrs. Mary humiliated me constantly. There was one time that a friend of my Dad's had given the whole family a ride in her plane, but when I told my classmates about it, she told me to stop lying and sent me out to the hall. She encouraged the kids to insult me, to demean me. I had no friends.
My only escape were books. Because I was not taught properly, my grades suffered. I didn't do my homework, didn't even attempt to do it. I went a whole year without recess. So when I could read, I did. Until Mrs. Mary banned me from the reading corner until I did my homework. Hell resumed for many long months. One day, my mother and I went to conferences. I hadn't had the conference sheet signed and when we came, Mrs. Mary took one look at me and said, "Oh, it's you." My mom, God bless her heart, she caught the tone and immediately knew something was up. She and the teacher talked. Mrs. Mary suggested Special Education for me, which pissed my mother off because my eldest brother had his own personal hell when he was put in special ed. When me and Mom left, she was in a less than good mood, but she kept a calm demeanor. She told Dad about what had happened and he immediately got me a tutor. It was expensive, but I finally had a teacher who would actually try to teach me. It was a temporary repose from Hell, but I soon latched onto the lessons. I managed to achieve the base level of grades to move on. But old wounds heal slowly. Every one of my classmates hated me and bullied me. But I had a strong resolve. I ignored them, let their comments roll off my back. My sixth grade teacher, a Mr. Doug Cline, he was like an angel sent from God himself. He worked with me, helping me with my homework. In that time, I had taken up reading as much as I possibly could, and it got to the point to where he had to keep me from reading, even though he openly encouraged me to read. This, of course, was to get me to pay attention in class. There had been a 'I hate Kris club' that he quickly managed to disband. When he told me about it, I was surprised.
One day, I was reading 'Where the Red Fern Grows'. It was a class assigned book and it was near the end of the day. I reached the part where the dogs had died, and in my mind's eye I still imagined them as puppies. That year I had bottled up my frustrations, kept adding to them until it was close to bursting. Rather than exploding in rage at a person, which I had done once before in the year, all of those feelings came out in the form of tears for the character's loss. Everyone looked at me, confused and somewhat afraid. Mr. Cline came to my side and asked me what was wrong, just as the bell rang proclaiming the end of the school day. I had told him how I was sad at the loss of the boy in the book, how I had had puppies die before. God, having such a good teacher was the best thing for me at that crucial point in my life. Middle school went on, I slowly learned to control my rage, to channel it. Especially one time when I had accidentally hurt someone who had tried to help me, a girl in my grade. People had slowly learned that their words had no effect on me anymore, some even started to respect me. Middle school slowly turned into high school, where the upperclassmen were more kind to the freshmen. With the transition, I brought with me a friend I had made in Middle School. At this point in time, I had awakened and shared with him my therianthropy. He too turned out to be a Wolf with a little Demon in him. Things finally began to go up as I gained a few more friends.
Then I moved to Oregon due to my dad being laid off and getting the same job with the same company here.

That is my story, with a majority of my Therian experiences cut out due to some people complaining about me mentioning it 'all of the time'.

ok then tell me about yourself Krisknox

KrisKnox: "Well, I like wolves."

LordDack: "The few remaining villagers in Stonebrook woke up one morning to find that the rest of their village had been savagely massacred during the night by what looked like a wild animal attack. They found wolf fur at the scenes of the crimes, and hunting for the killer in the woods, they found a strange boy named KrisKnox howling at the moon. So they threw him into the Dink Network where he could fulfill his bloodlust without bothering them anymore."



Edit: On a more serious note, that sounds rough, KrisKnox. Sorry you had to go through all that. I'm glad you found a couple of good teachers and friends.

I like your story, Dinkulum, but you forgot the part where I was the one who had tried to protect the village from the other Werewolf.

Also, yeah. But, I live on despite that little bit of life. If half the people I know knew what exactly I went through, then would question why I'm so optimistic and happy all of the time and why I've never considered suicide.

Krisknox farted I didnt

Well I read where the red fern grows I can spoil it.ALso I would like my made up storys better the one I think is best is Duckhaters since it fits his name.

I like your story, Dinkulum, but you forgot the part where I was the one who had tried to protect the village from the other Werewolf.

Yeah, I guess the good people of Stonebrook like to exile first and ask questions never.

^ He he, yeah!
And I liked Dack's story! Atleast, I wasn't a homo in it. . . . . . .

Mention it, Kris.

your a murderer in my story

*Growl* I believe you have my morals mixed up, young Dack. I would not simply kill a person unless it were self defense, and I always go for incapacitation at worst, or an understanding at best. Now, unlike other Werewolves in popular culture, depending on fiction or not, silver does not affect me. In fact, I find it to be a useful metal energy wise. Wolfsbane, being a deadly plant, could kill me as much as everyone here. I can understand me killing a few people to defend my life or the life of another. But killing for the sheer joy of it? Dack, I am severely offended that you think of me as a murderer, even in fiction.

^ He was talking to me.

You know why all those things apply to werewolves but not you, Krisknox? Cause you are not a werewolf. Sorry, but that's the truth. You have never been a werewolf and never will be. Get over it. Personally, I am tired of 90% of your messages saying something about werewolves and Therians. You even used your tagline for it, as if you hadn't mentioned it in enough posts already. And worst of all, you are completely serious. Enough's enough. We get it, you think you're a werewolf. Good for you, but it's tiresome cause you have to constantly bring the subject up, and you'll do it any way necessary. Just when I think you have posted something not to do with werewolves, it clicks to a page that says something about the subject. Leave it be and move on. And if you don't, you're gonna submit yourself to some serious trolling all around the Internet.

No offence, but somebody had to say that sooner or later.

At least you went out and said it politely, Skull. Yeah, I kinda went a little overboard with the whole thing and deluded myself thinking that somehow you all you accept me for who I am. *Shrug* Sure, me telling a person to be is akin to me saying that I could pretty much trust them with anything. All of you guys had, at one time or another, helped me with something personal, and I thank you all for that. But I did not delude myself into the thinking that I am a therian. But it is as another said. It's like trying to describe color to a blind man. I don't feel stupid, or rageful or anything like that. A little disappointed, maybe, but I can live with the fact that some of you may never truly understand me or my eccentricities. But that is what makes me myself. Everyone here is different in some way. You are more down to earth, despite the fact that you can make some good jokes. Dack, while I am still a little irritated at his depiction of me, I understand he's still a kid who is trying to find a niche to excel in. (To him, I say, live life and learn from your mistakes.) Doodler, he has some pretty interesting thoughts, some that I find very interesting. I can't comment on every single member I know. Some for obvious reasons others because I don't know them well enough. Abs had told me to 'cut the Therian crap' earlier, but unlike you I thought he was just being a downer. I applaud your sense of decency and ability to tell it to me bluntly, but without seeming like an donkey. I will cut down on the Therian stuff, but you all know where I stand. Everyone can think their own things, they can think I go around acting like a (were)wolf, or they can think I'm just a slightly crazy kid with a slight delusion, or they can come to me and ask, 'What exactly do you feel?' I've already spent a lot of time on this, bit I'll leave you with this.

Every single person is different, they all have different lives, different experiences. I know that there is a God, that we are all his children in his eyes. Does that mean I am any more or different because I'm Theri? Does that make Doodler any more or less because he's Muslim? Does that make Predator any more or less because he's atheist and pretty negative all the time? Some may think, 'yes, it does.', Others think, 'For some.', and for others, 'No. We are all the same.'
What is the Werewolf, the Muslim, the slightly different colored man, in the eyes of God?

^ How do you feel?

Do you mean in religion.Because if yes I am a polytheist.

Melancholy, a bit irritated, but not angry or sad. Something akin to being slapped in the face.

so now were talking about religion

I'm not talking about religion! Therianthropy is not a religion. The only idiots who think that are the minority group called Therian Temple, a group that I might add are widely disliked throughout the whole Therian community. If you want me to explain in greater detail, then send me a PM.
EDIT: Also, I mentioned said religions because they are the most commonly hated on in popular culture, and by Predator aside from the Atheism thing. I mentioned them to try to drive a point that even God sees everyone as equally right for His love, even if you don't believe in Him.

ok SO only I said my religion or are any others true that ou said.

I am a Christian, Dack. But I was not commenting on what my religion is. I was trying to make a point to everyone.

ok the nevermind this discussion

I'll reiterate. If anyone has any specific questions or comments, then you can send me a PM.

ok then lets talk resoultions.Mine is to watch all those Dmod videos and finish mine.

You're taking your own thread off topic? Whatever happened to telling us Sword's story?

I was planning to make a new thread because this is a little big.

Oh no just carry on here

well its kinda big and im sick of scrolling all the way down just to get their to the bottom post.

Dink Smallwood is a game, not a religion. The Dink Network is not an RP site, it's a forum for discussion about the game and related D-Mods. The main reason why we don't 'get a little get together' is because we all live in different parts of the world. I personally don't have the time or money to go around the world just to meet a few people for a few days at least. There are some, like Predator, who wouldn't even come even if one of us held his mother at gunpoint (Excuse the image that surely must have given you). Also, you're already a member. Now if your question was aimed at 'how do you become a staff member', it happens through exceptional activity on the DN, usually through lots of contributions, positive actions and words at and towards other Dinkers, and being picked by ReDink or Tal.
Now, back to the little 'religion' thing. Every person here has different ethnic and religious backgrounds. I am a Christian who follows the Christian God. DinkDoodler is a Muslim who follows Allah. Predator is an Atheist who follows no God. I can't say for certain who all follows what god, if they do at all, but to call what we are gathered for Dinkism, that's both inaccurate and, to some, insulting. I know you're still very young, you're my little brother's age so I understand what you're getting at, but there are times when you have to think, will my comment stir up some negative responses. Thinking ahead and looking over what you are about to post can be critical. I myself cannot guarantee that everyone will like you for being considerate to other people's feelings, Pred certainly doesn't care no matter what you do unless you're agreeing with him endlessly (That, I advise, is something you never do).
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.

ok

Just trying to break it to you without seeming like a mean guy.

Did you mean the Dinkism/Sethianity comment seriously, LordDack, or were you joking?

Kind of a joke for a little laff.But apparntly no laffs. I will get rid of it.

No, I thought it was kind of amusing. I just wasn't sure from your reaction to KrisKnox's reply.

Well now i should just think real hard if it would hurt someone if I said it or anything.

Sorry if I overreacted a little. As you are only eleven, and I'm used to most eleven year olds and around that age to mean stuff literally, I tend to treat these things seriously. Plus I have a too-literal mind. Sometimes that can make me see some jokes as more realistic. That can cause me to overreact.

OK sorry.

And I'm glad to hear that you'll be taking other people's reactions in mind. Here I was thinking that all the nice eleven year olds died when I turned twelve. (Metaphorically, of course. That would be both tragic and depressing if it really did happen.)

Ok KrisKnox.