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Post by Archaix on Jul 31, 2007 13:08:46 GMT -5
Under construction, please wait.
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Jul 31, 2007 13:59:04 GMT -5
*Excited about the first chapter*
I'm just going to read it...
Side note:We have a "Culture" board now, where the penguin ninjas is, can you move this one there,too?
Edit:Excellent one, Archaix!
Side note:Nevermind, i'll move it myself(and lock the main thread..)
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Jul 31, 2007 14:15:11 GMT -5
Eh, but the link to the comments thread....
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Post by Archaix on Jul 31, 2007 14:15:56 GMT -5
I can't but I'm sure there are people who can.
Hope the chapter does not disappoint. It's rather darker than I intended, though, especially towards the end. Hopefully we can rectify this in time.
ANYONE WHO WANTS TO CONTRIBUTE TO THE STORY, POST HERE!
I'll add it to the story in my own time.
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Post by Kardas on Aug 1, 2007 4:29:17 GMT -5
Well, I'd like to be co-author again- but I currently lack ideas
But, if this is WW2-era, you can make me a member of the Dutch resistance. I don't mind if I get executed or something during the story though
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Post by Archaix on Aug 1, 2007 4:37:45 GMT -5
I was wondering if I should put you in or not (we didn't know if you were coming back). Still, I know exactly where we can fit you in.
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Aug 1, 2007 11:10:31 GMT -5
No, it is as dark as needed...the wwII wasn't birthday party after all, so i think it's a perfect beginning.
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Post by Archaix on Aug 1, 2007 11:15:01 GMT -5
No, but it's going to be as ridiculous like the last one. Hopefully Space Mice will feature somewhere, too.
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Aug 1, 2007 11:28:15 GMT -5
;D Hopefully.Anyway, i'll try to continue in the following days.
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Post by Archaix on Aug 1, 2007 11:31:55 GMT -5
Excellent stuff. In the meantime I'll try to continue the conversation by naming my favourite cheeses.
Cheddar. Edam. Not stilton, though. Also that sort of odd one that has a tang to it, but is quite nice. Y'know the one I mean?
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Post by deutschgarten on Aug 2, 2007 16:27:26 GMT -5
No idea, since I'm fighting for Germany, I only like Nazi cheese.
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Post by Kardas on Aug 3, 2007 0:11:48 GMT -5
Oh well, at least Edam is DUTCH (double thumbs up 2 Archaix)
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Post by Archaix on Aug 3, 2007 6:44:51 GMT -5
List of Dutch People I Like (reminded to me by a Wikipedia list)
Hieronymus Bosch
M.C Escher
Anne Frank
Desiderius Erasmus
Not William III of Orange
Not Van Gogh
Denis Bergkamp
Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink
Patrick Kluivert
Marinus van der Lubbe!
Kardas
Also: Gerard Mercator if he came from around there (I think he might have)
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Aug 5, 2007 10:33:22 GMT -5
Damn romanians- Thought colonel Kalezsony while walked back to his command post. The romanian regiment was under his command, and this fact brought up old stories...
Stories about feats and rank treasons, about exploding human bodies and war-cries...In those times, the romanians were enemies and the battlefield was deep in his motherland. In those times he must triumph over general Lascar and his men on the barren landscape near Stalingrad. Never!He would never trust a romanian.
"Comrade Colonel!" His aide-de-camp awoke him from his nostalgia
"Comrade Colonel you must report at comrade Avtomatzsy as soon as you can!"
"Did he mentioned the reason?"
"No,comrade colonel, hopefully it has nothing to do with the poor performance of the regiment...."
Kalezsony didn't replied.Well, the time has came.He couldn't reach the desired village in time...He just prepared to leave when the field-telephone rang.
"Comrade Colonel!The 4th company is in trouble. They asked for armored support."
Damn romanians!Only one good, russian guards company! But no, only romanians!
"Colonel Kalezsony speaking" The officer listened to the liaison officer patiently.
"No, you cannot retreat. Counter attack them now, or face the execution! And send Zee back to the headquarters. He's too valuable."
"Aide!Send a maxim squad behind the 4th company. Anyone retreating,open fire!"
Kalezsony jumped into a captured german jeep, and headed toward the command post of the division.
I'm going to write the meeting between Kalezsony(Kaleckton) and Avtomatzsy(Automaticz)
What do you think?
Why?Actually, i like his pictures...
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Aug 5, 2007 13:12:55 GMT -5
The general was feeding his favourite pets when he heard the distant noise of an engine. It was a Volkswagen, Avtomatzsy knew that. He collected a vast amount of experience in this subject. He was only a captain when the war began, and now....he could enjoy all the comfort what an old castle ruin could offer.
"Colonel Kalezsony asking for audition, comrade General!"
Avtomatzsy threw the last pieces of meat into the hutch of his penguins. As far as he knew, he were the only officer of the red army with such pets.Nobody knew where they are originated, and the general was happy with this.
"Ah, colonel, just sit down.How are you?"
Kalezsony was relieved. He hadn't seen the usual squad waiting for "traitors", and the general was unusually kind...Too kind for an officer with the nickname of "The Siberian Butcher".He sat down, and the general continued the briefing.
"We'll split the division, comrade. Your regiment will push toward Budapest, while the rest of the division will try to reach the austrian border - under my personal command. Those fool hungarians will collapse under our charge, just as the romanians did."
"So, the dirty work is mine, and this maniac will receive another promotion..." - thought Kalezsony.
"One more thing, we'll use these romanian troops as cannon-fodders...you cannot retreat!"
The door swung open suddenly, and two chunky, unshaven military policeman threw a skinny soldier into the room. Accidentally, the hostage opened the hutch, and the two penguins jumped out of the window.
"Who are you?!" shouted the general "You two!" pointed Avtomatzsy on the policemen "Why are you staring?!Go and find my penguins, or you will be executed before you could say 'sorry'!" To reinforce his power, the general shot in the direction where the policemen stood.
Stay tuned
EDIT:
They were disappeared quickly. The noise of their hurried paces slowly died away.
"I don't know who you are, soldier, but if those flat-foots don't bring my loved friends back, you're dead."
The general was calm, but the mask couldn't deceive Russio. This was the silence before the storm, a silence which was beyond all bearings for Russio.
The starting scene is almost complete.
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Post by Archaix on Aug 5, 2007 17:27:08 GMT -5
I'll tidy these up a little and then add them to the main thread. Looking good so far, Debro! Also it's helped me develop another idea that's going to be kick-arse.
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Post by Archaix on Aug 5, 2007 17:40:52 GMT -5
Also I'm not keen on Van Gogh's style. But Escher more than balances it out.
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Post by Archaix on Aug 5, 2007 18:13:23 GMT -5
Damn Romanians- Thought colonel Kalezsony while walked back to his command post. The Romanian regiment was under his command, and this fact brought up old stories...
Stories about feats and rank treasons, about exploding human bodies and war-cries...In those times, the Romanians were enemies and the battlefield was deep in his motherland. In those times he must triumph over general Lascar and his men on the barren landscape near Stalingrad. Never! He would never trust a Romanian.
"Comrade Colonel!" His aide-de-camp awoke him from his nostalgia.
"Comrade Colonel, you must report at comrade Avtomatzsy as soon as you can!"
"Did he happen to mention a reason?"
"No, Comrade Colonel, hopefully it has nothing to do with the poor performance of the regiment...."
Kalezsony didn't reply. Well, the time had come. He couldn't reach the desired village in time...He just prepared to leave when the field-telephone rang.
"Comrade Colonel! The 4th company is in trouble. They asked for armored support."
Damn Romanians! For one good, Russian guards company…but no, only Romanians!
"Colonel Kalezsony speaking." The officer listened to the liaison officer patiently.
"No, you cannot retreat. Counter attack them now, or face the execution! And send Zee back to the headquarters. He's too valuable."
Kalzsony turned from the phone. "Aide! Send a maxim squad behind the 4th company. Anyone retreating,open fire!" Then he rung off, and jumped into a captured German jeep headed toward the command post of the division.
The general was feeding his favourite pets when he heard the distant noise of an engine. It was a Volkswagen, Avtomatzsy knew that much. He collected a vast amount of experience in this subject. Speaking of experience, he was only a captain when the war began, and now he could enjoy all the comfort that an old castle ruin could offer.
"Colonel Kalezsony asking for audition, Comrade General!"
Avtomatzsy threw the last pieces of meat into the hutch of his penguins. As far as he knew, he were the only officer of the red army with such pets. Nobody knew where they are originated –some privates, or Comrade Privates, who had never seen them before in their lives, believed them to be Frenchmen. Avtomaticzsy did not like to disappoint his men, and maintained this fiction.
"Ah, colonel, just sit down,” He said, turning to his visitor. “How are you?"
Kalezsony was relieved. He hadn't seen the usual squad waiting for "traitors", and the general was unusually kind...too kind for an officer with the nickname of "The Siberian Butcher". He sat down, and the general continued the briefing.
"We'll split the division, comrade. The fifth and sixth under Plancovsky will advance to Budapest and encircle it, making the preliminary moves. You and the seventh will initiate the secondary attack. The rest of the division will try to reach the Austrian border - under my personal command. Those fool Hungarians will collapse under our charge, just as the Romanians did."
"So, the dirty work is mine, and this maniac will receive another promotion..." - thought Kalezsony.
"One more thing, we'll use these Romanian troops as cannon-fodders. The Leader, in all his wisdom, has requested that we do not retreat, and I’d hate for our troops to bear the brunt of this. Clear?”
The door swung open suddenly, and two chunky, unshaven military policeman threw a skinny soldier into the room. Accidentally, the hostage opened the hutch, and the two penguins jumped out of the window.
"Who are you?!" shouted the general "You two!" pointed Avtomatzsy to the policemen. "Go after our French guests, at the double! And stop staring, or you’ll be executed before you could say 'sorry'!" To reinforce his power, the general shot in the direction where the policemen stood, at which point they set to the task, shouting fragments of broken French after the waddling Gallic emissaries now playing in the snow.
The noise of the guard’s hurried paces slowly died away.
"I don't know who you are, soldier, but if those flat-foots don't bring my loved friends back, you're dead."
The general was calm, but the mask couldn't deceive Russio. This was the silence before the storm, a silence which was beyond all bearings for Russio.
“Sir, may I request that I help find the penguins?”He ventured, politely. “I have had experience around them before; you see they ate my family.”
Avtomatizsy was pleased that Russio knew what these creatures were, and was possibly further entertained by the thought of penguins ripping people to shreds. It was thus possible, and rather remarkable in Kalezsony’s tired eyes, for a glimpse of rare good-humour to break to the surface of the General’s vicious temperment.
“By all means, boy, by all means. See they get back here safe.”
Russio left.
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Post by Archaix on Aug 5, 2007 18:40:21 GMT -5
Also, the beginnings of Chapter III (it's late, I won't finish this tonight)
EPISODE III: PERSONAL POLITICS
The frenetic energy of Budapest had subsided somewhat along with the temperature -for it was October- and a sudden calm rushed through the streets, down the broad, majestic way of the Danube. For the moment there could be a pause, if only a slight one, while extra reinforcements arrived from the west and the enemy arrived on the eastern suburbs of the city. The need for a rest was felt by all, from the old men helping to construct barricades in ancient knotted streets to small boys piling up sandbags in the middle of crossroads. Even in the factories on the islands in the middle of the river, renowned for their industry, the shells destined for big guns rolled out in a slow procession of solemn dignity. For right now, Hungarian troops were manning the defenses, and German troops were filling the capital as the minutes rolled by.
Down in his cell, Debro whistled a tune.
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Post by Robespierre - P.R. of Debro on Aug 6, 2007 5:15:55 GMT -5
Lol, i love the frenchmen idea!(also, looks like i have to read a book about the tenses - -no -ed after did  ) |
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