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Tragedy vs. Comedy; The ending is in your hand
Topic Started: Wednesday 7-01-2009, 08:11 (828 Views)
ScorchingFalcon
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And thus ends the story of Rodchenko the Janitor. However, the story of Rodchenko the hero-of-the-no-longer-world-existent-due-to-Massive-Nuclear-Explosion has just begun
Even during the very last time
My voice was still like a mime:
A lot on my mind,
Yet nothing came out as fine.
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hardblade
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Rodchenko wake up as a beam of radiant light illuminates his face. It seems that the sun is still shining. He sat on the half-broken bed, hoping that all he had experienced was just a dream. As he reminisced the battle with the giant octopus, the door to his room is knocked, and opened. A woman, pretty woman about his age, came in and stand besides the bed. If this is a fictional story, I am indeed the main character, Rodchenko thought.

"You are in a emergency shelter erected by the UN. The world has been destroyed by an unknown nuclear explosion, and all the survivors found around this area are being sent here. It seemed that you were almost died, your muscles were all severed, when the rescue team brought you here. But amazingly, now, your body is almost completely healed. A miracle, indeed. Now, I would be frank. Are you the one who caused the explosion? You are the only one who was found alive in the area hypothetically known as the source of the explosion." The woman said with a rather cold voice as she gazed straight into my eyes.
"Nothing is Forbidden, Everything is Permitted"
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"O RLY?" Rodchenko said.

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Sorry fo the short reply but I can' help myself... must post, must post....
Even during the very last time
My voice was still like a mime:
A lot on my mind,
Yet nothing came out as fine.
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Jeruk
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"YA RLY," the woman replied sternly.

"NO WAI!"

"At any rate, hurry up and answer me. Are you the one responsible for the explosion, or not?" The woman snapped through Rodchenko's words before he is able to invoke another infamous internet meme.

"Well, I did shoot a large beam using an ultimate mop, but it was made out of pure heat and light energy, okay? You can say that it is a projected energy weapon that is capable to sear anything in contact with it, but I definitely did not cause a nuclear explosion. Of course, except if the beam hit a nuclear plant or something... Oops." Rodchenko scratched his head.

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Crap, is this still tragedy vs. comedy? Or should I just change this into a One Paragraph Game? I don't know anything anymore... Someone, help!
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The lady suddenly grabbed Rodchenko by his collar, then dragged him away out of the tent. Outside of the tent was nothingness. It was a flatland with no fauna, no flora. Not even landforms.

"See, this is what you caused!" The lady shouted at him. Then threw him back a few metres.

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Maybe you should give clearer rules for a Tragedy vs Comedy game, Jeruk. Less rules changes the game into One paragraph game.
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"Fine" Rodchenko said.

"ANGEL!", he shouted. Naturally the enslaved angel appeared out of nowhere (to the extreme astonishment of the woman, of course). The angel, looking wearily at Rodchenko asked what was his wish this time.

"My wish, dear angel, is...
Even during the very last time
My voice was still like a mime:
A lot on my mind,
Yet nothing came out as fine.
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OK, from now on, there shall not be ANY neutral post. You have to write until there is a tragedy/comedy in your story. You can also write longer than one paragraph, just don't overdo it.
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and you've just posted a neutral post by saying that :P
Even during the very last time
My voice was still like a mime:
A lot on my mind,
Yet nothing came out as fine.
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"No!" The angel interrupted before Rodchenko could say anything.
"Unfortunately, your unlimited wishes have been used, even though it doesn't sound logical, to make the mop that is now before you! As such, this is our goodbye!" The angel winked, before dissapear in the blinding ray of light.
"It seemed that you are indeed responsible to the destruction of the world, and you will be severely punished." The woman's words brought the awed Rodchenko to his senses. "You wil be sent to Siberia and worked there unconditionally for the rest of your life. Oh, you will be able to send a letter to your familiy once a month, free of charge, of course." The woman looked delighted. Therefore, Rodchenko, feeling guilty for the destruction of the area, was sent to the prison...
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...where he was treated as a boss by his cellmates and prisonmates. Most of the people that were admitted into the prison hated the world to large extents; they thus celebrated Rodchenko's 'chivalrous' act of mass destruction. Rather than being forced to work, he became the king of the hill (on which the prison sat). Yes, he enjoyed life there. None of the guards could do anything to budge his position.
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But then he fell ill.

The harsh condition of the prison camp gnawed on his health. And the fact that he was extremely near to a nuclear explosion now makes him mutating in a grave speed.

Rodchenko is dying.
Even during the very last time
My voice was still like a mime:
A lot on my mind,
Yet nothing came out as fine.
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Rodchenko feels that death is near. Will his life end this way? It would be such a waste to die in this place. He could hear all his 'subordinates' cry for him. Just as he thought he has found a place he could call home, he has to once again move away. Ahh, but, dying would not be so bad, would it? After all, he would live in peace and throw away all the worldly pain.

Suddenly, he feels invigorated. Something happens inside his body, perhaps because of the mutation. Slowly, he stands, to the surprise of the people around him. He walks to the gate of the prison and crushes it into pieces, liberating all the prisoners there. He, too, now is free...
"Nothing is Forbidden, Everything is Permitted"
- Hasan ibn Sabah
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-or so he thought. Right after he did that miraculous act his knee failed him. He fell. His subordinates didn't care - they are now free and are in no need of the fake "King". Rodchenko then feels empty. He doesn't feel his legs nor arm anymore. The only thing he can see is darkess.

"So this is time, huh?"

Rochenko had fallen.
Even during the very last time
My voice was still like a mime:
A lot on my mind,
Yet nothing came out as fine.
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