Post by Toz76 on Apr 22, 2020 22:49:36 GMT -5
The Tale Of Tail speaks of a legendary figure known as "Silvestron". This mighty figure is said to be a twisted reincarnation of past legends, who becomes the most powerful mage in history and brings about the end times with the sacred artifact, the Sordon. For hundreds of years, mages of all stripes have watched out for someone who fulfills this prophecy, with the evil ones hoping to use him to bring about their apocalypse of choice and the good ones hoping to stop him before he becomes too powerful. But no one ever truly managed to fulfill this prophecy... until now.
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A boyish-looking teenager with dark brown hair and a dusting of freckles was walking down the street when he saw a group of men running out of a bank. The men were all wearing masks, and had sacks of money behind them. They ran from the bank towards him as sirens blared.
"Oh no!" The teen muttered. "I need to do something!" He began to run, but tripped over his own shoelace. "Whoopsy-daisy! How do I tie these again?"
But the group was getting closer now. The teen knew it was now or never. He stood up, kicked off his shoes so he wouldn't trip over the laces, and held out his hand.
"STOP IN THE NAME OF SILVESTRON!"
There was a burst of light... and then the boy disappeared.
"That was odd." The lead bank robber said. "Where did he go?"
"Who cares, boss!" Said a second bank robber, who was wearing some sort of plague-doctor helmet. "The cops are coming!"
The group continued running, although one robber in the back wearing a pig mask suddenly felt that his bag was a lot heavier than he remembered.
Soon, the robbers had returned to their hideout, and they each went to work. The boss and two men in white masks began preparing their van. Plague mask guy stood guard with a dude wearing a spiked motorcycle helmet. The remaining four robbers began emptying the cash out into a pile. And onto the floor on top of the pile came a very confused Percy Silver.
"Where did this kid come from?" Asked a man in an insect mask.
"Who cares? Just tie him up and put him in the truck," replied another man, this one rocking an epic clown mask.
"I didn't sign up for no kidnapping..." a burly man in a metal mask said nervously.
"I don't care! No witnesses!" yelled Clown-Mask.
Soon the truck was loaded, and the men sped off with their captive. In a couple hours they reached a safehouse and dragged Percy Silver to the basement. They tied him to a chair in the center of the room and circled him menacingly.
"Alright, boy. How did you get into the bag?" The leader asked.
"Who are you guys?" Percy Silver asked. "Why are you still wearing the masks? The robbery is over."
"It's a narrative gimmick! Don't question it!" Plague-Mask snapped. Spike-Helmet glanced backwards to make sure all four walls of the basement were still sturdy.
"Well, you don't wanna mess with me! I'm a powerful mage! My magic is too powerful!"
"Oh please!" One of the white-masked people laughed. "Magic isn't real."
"Oh yeah? I'll prove it!"
"This is a waste of time." Pig-Mask muttered. He drew a knife and prepared to strike.
The knife shattered as it collided with a giant ice cube. The bank robbers reeled in shock as they realized the boy had frozen himself in a cube of ice.
"My god... magic is real!" breathed Plague-Mask.
"What do we do?" Clown-Mask asked.
The boss laughed. "Oh my god, don't you see? We have an opportunity here. Something no other crime gang has. If we can convince this boy to help us..."
You can't tell because of the mask, but Bug-Mask's eyes widened in realization. "Brilliant! Magical crimes? The cops would never catch us!"
"Imagine! Teleporting into a bank vault and grabbing all the cash without the hassle of threatening some poor teller." mused Metal-Mask.
"Then it's agreed. This child is now officially a member of the Toxic Mask-ulinity Gang!" said Clown-Mask.
"I thought we were "Maskimum Power"." Pig-Mask said, confused.
"I thought it was "The Nine Horsemen Of The Apocalypse". Plague-Mask said.
"That's not important. What's important is that we have a brand new asset, and we're going to be rich beyond our wildest dreams! Mwah-hah-hah-hah!" Mwah-hah-hah-hah! Mwah-hah-hah... hah..."
The evil laughter trailed off. There was an awkward silence. One of the white-masks eventually spoke up. "Maybe we should thaw the kid out first?'"
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I wanna get back into writing for 3WSR, so here's something short and dumb. It doesn't really fit the canon of 3WSR or 4WSR, it's just a wacky story about Percy Silver joining a gang of bank robbers. I'm sure nothing will go wrong.
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A boyish-looking teenager with dark brown hair and a dusting of freckles was walking down the street when he saw a group of men running out of a bank. The men were all wearing masks, and had sacks of money behind them. They ran from the bank towards him as sirens blared.
"Oh no!" The teen muttered. "I need to do something!" He began to run, but tripped over his own shoelace. "Whoopsy-daisy! How do I tie these again?"
But the group was getting closer now. The teen knew it was now or never. He stood up, kicked off his shoes so he wouldn't trip over the laces, and held out his hand.
"STOP IN THE NAME OF SILVESTRON!"
There was a burst of light... and then the boy disappeared.
"That was odd." The lead bank robber said. "Where did he go?"
"Who cares, boss!" Said a second bank robber, who was wearing some sort of plague-doctor helmet. "The cops are coming!"
The group continued running, although one robber in the back wearing a pig mask suddenly felt that his bag was a lot heavier than he remembered.
Soon, the robbers had returned to their hideout, and they each went to work. The boss and two men in white masks began preparing their van. Plague mask guy stood guard with a dude wearing a spiked motorcycle helmet. The remaining four robbers began emptying the cash out into a pile. And onto the floor on top of the pile came a very confused Percy Silver.
"Where did this kid come from?" Asked a man in an insect mask.
"Who cares? Just tie him up and put him in the truck," replied another man, this one rocking an epic clown mask.
"I didn't sign up for no kidnapping..." a burly man in a metal mask said nervously.
"I don't care! No witnesses!" yelled Clown-Mask.
Soon the truck was loaded, and the men sped off with their captive. In a couple hours they reached a safehouse and dragged Percy Silver to the basement. They tied him to a chair in the center of the room and circled him menacingly.
"Alright, boy. How did you get into the bag?" The leader asked.
"Who are you guys?" Percy Silver asked. "Why are you still wearing the masks? The robbery is over."
"It's a narrative gimmick! Don't question it!" Plague-Mask snapped. Spike-Helmet glanced backwards to make sure all four walls of the basement were still sturdy.
"Well, you don't wanna mess with me! I'm a powerful mage! My magic is too powerful!"
"Oh please!" One of the white-masked people laughed. "Magic isn't real."
"Oh yeah? I'll prove it!"
"This is a waste of time." Pig-Mask muttered. He drew a knife and prepared to strike.
The knife shattered as it collided with a giant ice cube. The bank robbers reeled in shock as they realized the boy had frozen himself in a cube of ice.
"My god... magic is real!" breathed Plague-Mask.
"What do we do?" Clown-Mask asked.
The boss laughed. "Oh my god, don't you see? We have an opportunity here. Something no other crime gang has. If we can convince this boy to help us..."
You can't tell because of the mask, but Bug-Mask's eyes widened in realization. "Brilliant! Magical crimes? The cops would never catch us!"
"Imagine! Teleporting into a bank vault and grabbing all the cash without the hassle of threatening some poor teller." mused Metal-Mask.
"Then it's agreed. This child is now officially a member of the Toxic Mask-ulinity Gang!" said Clown-Mask.
"I thought we were "Maskimum Power"." Pig-Mask said, confused.
"I thought it was "The Nine Horsemen Of The Apocalypse". Plague-Mask said.
"That's not important. What's important is that we have a brand new asset, and we're going to be rich beyond our wildest dreams! Mwah-hah-hah-hah!" Mwah-hah-hah-hah! Mwah-hah-hah... hah..."
The evil laughter trailed off. There was an awkward silence. One of the white-masks eventually spoke up. "Maybe we should thaw the kid out first?'"
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I wanna get back into writing for 3WSR, so here's something short and dumb. It doesn't really fit the canon of 3WSR or 4WSR, it's just a wacky story about Percy Silver joining a gang of bank robbers. I'm sure nothing will go wrong.