Battle-Cry!!!!!

You wander out upon the field of battle and survey the area. Before you an onslaught beyond anything conceivable by mortal man rages endlessly as if Aries himself stands in the epicenter!!!

You draw your (battle-axe, broadsword, longbow, morningstar, kris, staff, spellbook, slingshot, yo-yo, ruler, leash, spatula, anal prob, or Joe Miller Jokebook), and behold, across the field stands your arch nemesis who (killed your wife...or husband, killed your child or children, killed your mother, killed your father, killed your girlfriend....or boyfriend, killed your part-time lover, killed your favorite dog/cat/bird/fish/goat/horse/......donkey, raped any or all of the above..including you, insulted you, or spat in your face and cast your evening meal to the four winds while galloping off upon your favorite shetland pony to gallivant around in far away lands where insanity is the reality, animals are humble slaves, 24 hr shopping centers do not exist, coffee is a lubricant, and the National Enquirer holds sway over no one)!!

As your raise your weapon, red pours behind your eyes, sending you go into a bloodrage. You charge the worthless naive letting your awesome battle-cry escape from your lips as your boar down upon him/her: "(Insert cry here)!!!"


For me: "DIE MONKEY LUVA!!!!!!!"

Now your turn

DIE IN A COUCH FIRE!!!!

Standing at the cliff's edge, eyes held low to just below the horizon, I listen for the distinct sound of silence between the hum and clang of metal on metal. Narrowing my vision to seek my target I let the blinding din of the battle lull to a whisper as my ears fill with the war-raging hearts of the onslaught.

Drawing my war-bow I knotch an arrow, signaling to the archers behind me that the time was nigh. Standing tall I loose an arrow towards the far side of the battle, felling a large axe wielding grunt in one blow as it pierced through his eye and out the back of his skull. As it flew straight and true it drug behind it a long crimson scarf, stretching the length of the battlefield.

"Last one to the end, first one to the grave." I say sharply as I draw my daggers and dive from the cliff, my battalion of trained killers at my rear.

"FOR HONOR!!!!!"

"BE JUDGED!"


I don't feel like posting the story thing here, but its from awhile back. Im too lazy, get me back for it later.