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| Topic Started: Feb 13 2016, 07:58 AM (466 Views) | |
| Carlos | Feb 13 2016, 07:58 AM Post #1 |
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Adveho in me Lucifero
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Once upon a time there was a king, whose name was Asgore, who had a wife, whose name was Toriel, and a son, whose name was Asriel. On a certain day of the days, Asriel and Toriel went to a glen, where there was a well, and in it there was a trout. Said Toriel, "Troutie, bonny little fellow, am not I the most beautiful monarch in the world?" "Oh! Indeed you are not." "Who then?" "Why, Asriel, your son." Toriel went home, blind with rage. She lay down on the bed, and vowed she would never be well until she could get the heart and the liver of Asriel, her son, to eat. At nightfall Asgore came home, and it was told him that Toriel, his wife, was very ill. He went where she was, and asked her what was wrong with her. "Oh! Only a thing which you may heal, if you like." "Oh! indeed there is nothing at all which I could do for you that I would not do." "If I get the heart and the liver of Asriel, my son, to eat, I shall be well." Now it happened about this time that the son of a great king had come from abroad to ask Asriel for marrying. Asgore now agreed to this, and they went abroad. Asgore then went and sent his lads to the hunting-hill for a he-goat, and he gave its heart and its liver to his wife to eat; and she rose well and healthy. A year after this Toriel went to the glen, where there was the well in which there was the trout. "Troutie, bonny little fellow," said she, " am not I the most beautiful monarch in the world?" "Oh! Indeed you are not." "Who then?" "Why, Asriel, your son." "Oh! Well, it is long since he was living. It is a year since I ate his heart and liver." "Oh! Indeed he is not dead. He is married to a great prince abroad." Toriel went home, and begged Asgore to put the long-ship in order, and said, "I am going to see my dear Asriel, for it is so long since I saw him." The long-ship was put in order, and they went away. It was Toriel herself that was at the helm, and she steered the ship so well that they were not long at all before they arrived. The prince Sans was out hunting on the hills. Asriel knew the long-ship of his father coming. "Oh!" said he to the servants, "my mother is coming, and she will kill me." "She shall not kill you at all; we will lock you in a room where she cannot get near you." This is how it was done; and when Toriel came ashore, she began to cry out: "Come to meet your own mother, when she comes to see you," Asriel said that he could not, that he was locked in the room, and that he could not get out of it. "Will you not put out," said Toriel, "your little finger through the keyhole, so that your own mother may give a kiss to it?" He put out his little finger, and Toriel went and put a poisoned stab in it, and Asriel fell dead. When Sans came home, and found Asriel dead, he was in great sorrow, and when he saw how beautiful he was, he did not bury him at all, but he locked him in a room where nobody would get near him. In the course of time he married again, and the whole house was under the hand of this husband but one room, and he himself always kept the key of that room. On a certain day of the days he forgot to take the key with him, and the second husband Doggo got into the room. What did he see there but the most beautiful man that he ever saw. He began to turn and try to wake him, and he noticed the poisoned stab in his finger. He took the stab out, and Asriel rose alive, as beautiful as he was ever. At the fall of night Sans came home from the hunting-hill, looking very downcast. "What gift," said Doggo, "would you give me that I could make you laugh?" "Oh! indeed, nothing could make me laugh, except Asriel were to come alive again." "Well, you'll find him alive down there in the room." When Sans saw Asriel alive he made great rejoicings, and he began to kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss him. Said the second husband, "Since he is the first one you had it is better for you to stick to him, and I will go away." "Oh! indeed you shall not go away, but I shall have both of you." At the end of the year, Toriel went to the glen, where there was the well, in which there was the trout. "Troutie, bonny little fellow," said she, "am not I the most beautiful monarch in the world?" "Oh! indeed you are not." "Who then?" "Why, Asriel, your son." "Oh! well, he is not alive. It is a year since I put the poisoned stab into his finger." "Oh! indeed he is not dead at all, at all." Toriel went home, and begged the king to put the long-ship in order, for that she was going to see her dear Asriel, as it was so long since she saw him. The long-ship was put in order, and they went away. It was Toriel herself that was at the helm, and she steered the ship so well that they were not long at all before they arrived. The prince was out hunting on the hills. Asriel knew his father's ship coming. "Oh!" said he, "my mother is coming, and she will kill me." "Not at all," said Doggo; "we will go down to meet her." Toriel came ashore. "Come down, Asriel, love," said she, "for your own mother has come to you with a precious drink." "It is a custom in this country," said the second husband, "that the person who offers a drink takes a draught out of it first." Toriel put her mouth to it, and Doggo went and struck it so that some of it went down her throat, and she fell dead. They had only to carry her home a corpse and bury her. The prince and his two husbands were long alive after this, pleased and peaceful. |
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| Steampunk FireFinch | Feb 13 2016, 09:11 AM Post #2 |
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Shitposter
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I beleive this is the fan-fiction that some people prefer to soak their brain in an acid-bath, yes? |
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| Kamidio | Feb 13 2016, 09:21 AM Post #3 |
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The Game Master of the SSU:NC
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John Faa doesn't believe that anything is sacred. He writes things for pure shock value, or out of some twisted desire to write the next 'My Immortal'. I would critique his writing so that he could improve, but I won't because he continues to waste his potential on his cookie-cutter 'shock fics'. You just learn to ignore his posts in the Cafe, they're identical. Just changes around the names, and the order of certain events, and you've got a basic understanding of Johnny's writing. Edited by Kamidio, Feb 13 2016, 09:24 AM.
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SSU:NC - Finding a new home. Quotes WAA
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| Scrublord | Feb 13 2016, 01:37 PM Post #4 |
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Father Pellegrini
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Which is a shame, because we know from experience that he can write much better things if he sets his mind to it. |
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| the boy | Feb 14 2016, 01:50 PM Post #5 |
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mean and gay
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Thing is, the shit he posts isn't funny - or even shocking - anymore. We became accustomed to it a long a time ago but he continues to run the formula into the ground.
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nice.
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| Zorcuspine | Feb 14 2016, 02:53 PM Post #6 |
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Enjoying our azure blue world
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Yeah clearly you find our reactions bemusing Faa, but surely even for you they must be growing predictable? Why do you keep posting these Faa? Is it some sort of coping strategy to release excess anger? That's always been my theory, but I could be totally off-base. I've never really seen the point of all this, I'd be eager to hear the reasoning behind it. |
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| Carlos | Feb 14 2016, 03:38 PM Post #7 |
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Adveho in me Lucifero
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I'm just adding flavour to the chips I'm eating |
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| Zorcuspine | Feb 14 2016, 04:04 PM Post #8 |
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Enjoying our azure blue world
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Well that's... cryptic. Any chance you could elaborate? |
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| Troll Man | Feb 14 2016, 04:16 PM Post #9 |
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pretend this says something funny
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I think he's saying that he likes the salt. |
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| Zorcuspine | Feb 14 2016, 04:28 PM Post #10 |
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Oh, I guess that makes sense |
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| the boy | Feb 14 2016, 04:59 PM Post #11 |
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mean and gay
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He's saying that he's putting his own twist on the popular culture he's exposed to. |
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nice.
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| Sheather | Feb 14 2016, 06:18 PM Post #12 |
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Faa, please stop posting these sorts of things here. There are surely more appropriate places on the internet. Your target audience is not here. |
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