Morrowfall, a peice in my spare time... Options

[stargate525]

Read it, comment on it, suggest for improvement on it, etc. more will follow.


Morrowfall Ch.1

I had done it. I had finally beaten it. Morrowind, the game that had occupied all my time for the past three months. Not particularly good, for my health or my college grades, but tonight was what it had all lead up to, I had beaten the game, United the houses, learned the truth about the temple, and defeated Dagoth Ur. Call me a geek, but I intended to celebrate.
And celebrate I did. I depleted my horde of liquor, including the Schmirnoff I had been saving for my birthday. I was good at saving things, but not at holding my liquor. These two things collided to spell my doom that night. The last thing I remember is my roommates coming back from the restaurant, me yelling at them for breathing too loud, and them falling off the loft’s edge, bottle of half-empty Captain Morgan’s still in hand.

This post has been edited by stargate525: Sep 11 2005, 07:43 PM

[Dantrag]

kinda short, but I think it will turn out funny. (unles you're already finished...)

[stargate525]

kinda short, but I think it will turn out funny. (unles you're already finished...)

of course I'm not finished. I'm trying to be funny, as I'm letting the Douglas Adams in me hold the pencil...



Chapter 2

Blackness. I couldn’t remember where I was that it was so dark. Perhaps this was night. I turned to look at the clock next to my bed, rolling over the lump that was my blanket near the fork of my legs in the process. Hmmm, couldn’t even see that. Power must be out, I decided. Unless…

I opened my eyes.

Blurry, very very blurry, and far too bright. I saw a lot of green, with two shades of blue over it. Very well, they left me out somewhere in the country to sleep it off. I’d make my way back to the dorm and then they’d get what was coming to them.

But first, I would have to get up. The blurry pastels of the countryside spun sickeningly, and I felt qeasily indistinct, but I managed not to fall over for a while, two or three seconds at least, until I fell onto my stomach. I crawled to the river and plunged my head into it. Not as blurry in the river. I tried to stand up again, the confounded colerey shapes swung around me again, and I felt indistinctly queasy. Great improvement.

I saw a shape in the big blue squiggly thing I had plunged my head in. Brown, sort of oblong, two little sticking out… a mowboat? Towboat? Bolerote? Rowboat, that’s it. A rowboat. Perhaps they can help me. I walked into the blue squiggly and swam to them. Amazing how well I could swim, and I didn’t swallow a single lungful of water.

They pulled me into the boat after much complaining about my weight. They said some interesting things. At least, they would be interesting if I could understand them, I was sure. They poured something into my mouth, and the colorful things stopped pretending and turned into what they were supposed to be, trees and a boat and an oar and a freshly killed slaughterfish… somehow I felt that last one should be cause for alarm, but I couldn’t think why.

That darn bundle of blankets was still under my butt, and now that the world wasn’t spinning I leaned forward to remove them, noticing my new tail draped over my left leg.

Tail?

Something hit my head with a thunk, and that pesky blackness returned…

This post has been edited by stargate525: Sep 10 2005, 02:08 AM