The Dink Network

It was a windy Sunday morning. She was walking along an empty avenue she would get past every day to work, thinking of how the past few weeks had gone, giving her an odd feeling, just like she now was feeling. After some time, she looked at a manhole on the street. She was quite surprised; she had never seen a manhole there. Yet, it was there, another odd sight of the week. Taking a better look at it, she noticed it was uncovered, and walked a little closer to see how deep it was. She felt a very weird feeling and coldness emanating from the hole as she got closer and closer. Unable to help doing this, she looked down. Then...

Ex-deathevn walked past, glancing at the lady.
Man, it'd be funny to push her in right now... he thought.

I just saw something about a hole and some girl and my brain started filling in the rest... but I don't think it had anything to do with this story.

...

>_>

EEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!

*guffaw* *snort*

Thanks Striker, best laugh I've had all day.

BANG(no, not as in bonk/shag bang)! the man-hole disappeared. she jumped back, an overwhelming sense of terror brushed against her cheeks and crawled down her spine. glancing from side to side like a deer on the Night of the Hunt, she noticed that she was in the same street, yet morning and afternoon had abandoned her, leaving her shivering in the icy, dead chill of dusk. An unearthly dusk - the kind of dusk that is felt on the night of the Dracula's emancipation.

Hey,dinkinfreak, you could be onto somethin! the next silent hill or better.

Well with a response like yours Schnapper, I agree wholeheartedly. I should have considered a more advanced plot to begin from this hole thing... Which I've already started now.

Still laughing at Strikers reply

Didn't the word MANhole change your imagery, though?

Eww... nasty mental image, DaVince.

lol, manhole, rod or shoot-flap?
EDIT u know rod isnt a very good cange for peni.s

Hmmm... (bile rising to meet occasion & throat) Well, heres some fabulous news: the man-hole has been banged out existence! (bile returns to guts as a certain Schnapper realizes that he = hypocrite)

Btw, good on ya exdeathevn.
just holler if you need more
help with da story - i love writing fantasy excerpts, but generally slack prior to finishing any books or stuff.

and then the t-rex stalks the horny and dangerous exdeathevn the exdeathevn turns around and eats the t-rex EDIT and then exdeathevn turns toward me and... agggghhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuahhhhhhhhhdhauhgrugeug

Woah! how'd you do the blood stuff?!

Like this:

ok, but wot do i type?

Well, you have to get some of your own lifeblood and drip it on the screen. The Dink Network has special coding to sense this and represent it in the forum.

If you don't want to use your own blood, the only alternative is dead dragon's blood.

Blame Redink1.

bwahaha! boohoo.

lolz.

But to do the blood type this, only replace
the semi colan (; ) with a colan (: ) ;;blood;;

Same with ;;cat;;

Alright, I need to clear a couple things up first.

and then the t-rex stalks the [content deleted] and dangerous exdeathevn the exdeathevn turns around and eats the t-rex EDIT and then exdeathevn turns toward me and... agggghhhhhhhhhhhuuuuuahhhhhhhhhdhauhgrugeug
1: Krisknox, I wouldn't eat you. Noobs taste like mouldy cheese.

Btw, good on ya exdeathevn.
just holler if you need more
help with da story
2. Schnapper, thanks for the offer. I might take you up on that later, depends, but I should be alright. My head is full of fantasy cr*p.

3. Mmm, T-rex steak

(hey, it works! What else can you do with this...)

::.blood:: EDIT ignor the period

She had felt a sharp pain in her ankles. She looked down, and saw sharp claws rising from the ground grabbing at her ankles. She shrieked in terror as the claws dragged her into the manhole. The next day, she woke up in Michael Jackson's bedroom. Michael Jackson walks in. "Hee Hee!", said Micahel. She shrieks in terror again, and says, "I'M A GIRL!". Michael Jackson's face turned green and looked away, puking all over his sack of little boys. He then pressed a button. Then suddenly, the bed sprang up into the air, through the ceiling, through the roof. The bed then catapaulted her right onto the front of the Neverland Park gate. She ran in fear, thinking that Michael Jackson was about to have his way with her. She then went to Candyland. THE END.

Greatest Ending Ever.

SETTING: public library
DRAMATIS PERSONA: Schnapper, others

Scene 1

Schnapper:<groans audibly>
Librarian:These PCs are NOT for literary porn. this is your final warning
Schnapper:<whimpers in distress>

ANYWAY, lets try somethin...


::chicken::

What else can you do with this...

Most of (all?) the smilies can be done like this.
: smile: -
:evil: -
:wink: -
etc.

Indeed... Now I wish I hadn't thought that one up.

Deciding she'd got enough of terror for the next few days, she came together and headed for home.
Yet, after a few meters, she felt something was pretty odd about the road she was walking along, but still excruciatingly unidentifiable.
Suddenly, she stopped and realised that the road she was walking along and the road she had walked past in the morning were nothing alike.
It in fact was the same road; the flats and shops along it were the same; yet, she was extremely unfamiliar with them.
And then she discovered the, quite upsetting, cause.
She couldn't feel any kind of living creature nearby. The buildings surrounding her had been let to rack and ruin; the whole sight was emitting a sense of decay and disorder.
After a long, silent while, she quite clearly came on terms with the situation.
She was unexplainably stranded on a desolate, dead world.
She let a yell of horror up her throat.

Sorry, but Rakaku already came up with an ending.

the scream was initiated by....? say, i got it! that old crone who always sits out on the porch on a midsummers eve? a skeleton. the cop
climbing into his car armed with a donut? a ghoul wielding the mouldy lump of dough.
the next door neighbors parrot? a mechanical chicken from outta space.

Continuing from the part two then...
~~~~~~~~
...She let a yell of horror up her throat. A quick, short scream and her vision began to blur as what she was seeing spun out of focus, and she collapsed uncontrollably onto one knee as sick exploded from her mouth and onto the ground. Choking, she fought the urge to vomit again and tried to calm herself as she realized she was holding her breath and let out a choked gasp, coughing for a few seconds.

She looked up again, trying to understand the situation and hoping she was just dreaming. As she continued to hold herself in a kneeling position she pinched the back of her hand; a small shot of pain. She wasn't dreaming.

She looked back down the street the way she had come, then towards her home. But behind and ahead of her lay only ruined houses as before, surrounding her with long shadows creeping across the concrete. Brown hedges hung along the property walls, gardens appeared to have withered out and died long ago. There was no color to the area apart from her own clothing.

She stood up on wobbly legs and her vision came back clearly again. She stepped backwards and looked down, realising she'd managed to spew into the open manhole. But looking back, she saw another manhole; the one she'd seen before. So, she realised, she'd vomited into another manhole.
She shook her head, realising that she needed to keep her thoughts on the situation.
~~~

Continue at will.

Cycles of Evil 20000!

This thread makes me very, very upset that the never-ending story ended before I joined here.

Hey mate, be happy: start your own story (as a new topic, of course!)

And try to continue one of the storylines posted on here already as well lol; no-one has tried to beat me yet

beat you? <scratches head in en-bafflement>

Obviously I mean to attempt to write and post a better version of events following or replacing my earlier post. *facepalms self*