> > I swear, those things have more discrepancies than the Duel of the Ages!
>
> Hey! I resemble that! I didn't think we did too badly. Of course, we were allowed to read each other's chapters.
>
> > [Speaking of, the best one I ever did involved Blood Drops-- I know, I know, horridly unoriginal to say the least, stealing someone's character. It was a weak moment.]
>
> I'm just dying to know how it turned out. Can you post it?

Ummm... sure. I guess.
Oh, and the only reason it's the best is that it has the fewest errors-- there was only one character that dies twice! I must be getting better at this!
OK, but first, I, like, have to apologize for it. Which is exactly what my English teacher told me not to do time and time again. Ho hum.
Please don't think I usually write like this. The beginning isn't mine, it's my partner's, and it sorta' sets the mood. Keep in mind many sentences were started and finished hours later. (Did I mention this was done at camp? We always tried to work on it during games, but the counselors wouldn't let us.) Also, the stuff done in our wagon (we slept in canvas-covered wagons. Colder 'n... well, I don't know, but it was pretty cold) is pretty fractured-- it was too dark to really read much, so we frequently had to finish sentences began outside without a clue where they ended. I tried to correct most of the punctuation and capitalization, but I left the grammar. Words I couldn't read I left out. I think there was only one. Footnotes are at the end.
But, hey, enough of a build-up....

1: I opened my eyes, wincing through the searing pain in my head.
As my vision cleared, his ocean-hued eyes seemed to burn into my very soul.
2: "Lord, you're hot," I murmured, before realizing I was thinking out loud.
He grinned as wisps of hair fell onto his forehead-- I love that!
1: "Jared?" It had been so long since I had seen him.
Setting two fingers on the side of his chin, I turned his simply charming face toward mine.
2: As I leaned up to firmly press my lips against his, he vanished.
"D--nit," I whined, stomping my foot in consternation.
1: "You always were a traitor!" I shrieked, pointing a finger accusingly.
I stepped back hiding my tears in anger.
2: Suddenly, I felt his hand tap my shoulder.
I turned around to see a mischievous grin flash across his regal features.
1: Cursing under my breath, I clenched my fists 'till they hurt and said: "What in Satan's
realm are you scheming, Jared?
He took a step forward. My heart thumped with fear because I could not tell whether it
was passion, malady, or both in his blazing Azure eyes.
2: Blazing? THEY WERE ON FIRE!!
He hissed as fire shot out of them and pierced my shoulder, knocking me to the ground.
1: "Why! There was a time I really loved you , Jared!!" I screamed through a wash of pain,
anger, love, and feelings of utter betrayal washed over my body and soul
"Jared... oh, Jared, why..." I sobbed, knowing (or thinking) I was going to die.
2: He let out a savage hiss as his pupils slit into yellow, vertical slits.
"I thought..." I began
"YOU THOUGHT!" he thundered, his voice a gravely thunder.
1: Not being able to answer his 'question,' I made another accusation: "It was you, wasn't it,
that shot me! NOT the Daremeth soldiers!"
"Daremeth soldiers?" His face drained away some of the fury, showing a startled
confusion.
2: His bewilderment was compounded by the appearance of a tall man dressed in armor, a
man he knew well-- BLOOD DROPS!*
The Lagymlynn** knight strode purposely towards him, a slight grin creasing his features.
1: My heart leapt, then froze and I was unable to breath.
Watching Jared carefully, I narrowed my eyes into what I hoped was a threatening, green-
eyed glare.
2: He glanced my way quickly, but was not threatened.
His eyes stayed on Blood Drops, who maneuvered around to stand in front of me.
1: I opened my mouth to say something, but was cut off by the treacherous rocking of
reality.
A blur of realization washed over me; I didn't care anymore at this point; and before I
passed out I bent in a desperate prayer.
2: I awoke in a warm bed, an elderly woman bustling around my room.
"Oh, you're up," she laughed, as I peered about the small hut
1: Quite confused and still in a considerable amount of pain, I looked around the dimly lit
shelter.
At first, I could see nothing; my rescuer sat half asleep at my right and next to him was the
rosy cheeked, motherly figure who had spoke sat.
2: She got up and left, nodding politely.
Blood Drops walked over and sat on my bed, his armor off, allowing mw to see his manly
build.
1: Eyeing him for a moment, I tried to smile, cursing my most-likely atrocious appearance.
"So, @$$*** of steel along with that six-pack, eh?" I chuckled, beginning to cough."
2: Well, I wouldn't say steel... gold, maybe.
"Oh, so it's ...* highly coveted?" I grinned.
1: He chuckled, shaking his head and I began to cough heavily again.
His eyebrows lowered in concern as he turned toward the old woman.
2: I reached up to grab his cute little butt he so recently turned towards me.
The old woman didn't notice.
1: As my coughing settled, I collapsed from a half sitting position back on to the pillow.
"Are you all right?" His face showed a little more concern then perhaps it should have.
2: His concern was touching.
Really.**
1: I turned away, closing my eyes.
"Accursed heathens...."
2: Suddenly, the door was kicked open and four kobolds suddenly approached Blood
Drops, who suddenly drew his sword, which had suddenly become purple with yellow
daisies.
1: I sat up again, fast, which sent a stab of sharp pain through my injured shoulder.
Crying out and dropping back again, I watched in an invalid horror as Blood Drops faced
the wicked band of kobolds.
2: Blood Drops attacked them ferociously.
He's so cute when he's mad!
1: Despite my rearr, Rgrggled.
Slapping a hand to my mouth, I tried to watch on, but things were starting to swim again.
2: Only this time, things were really swimming-- or starting to.
A fast-escalating rainstorm quickly penetrated the aged roof, running down the walls in
rivulets.
1: Watch it!" I screamed, forcing myself back to reality.
I forced myself over the edge of the bed and staggered away from the kobold's mighty ax.
2: Luckily, he was a clumsy beast by nature-- they all were.
As he recovered, another one lunged at me from behind, accidentally hitting me with the
_flat_ of his battleaxe (he didn't notice).
1: I yelled again, more out of fright than in pain and nearly fell against the slit open body of
the old woman.
Screaming bloody murder as I saw her blood swirling in the now ankle-deep water, I
looked up to Blood Drops again.
2: She fell face-down and I was on my knees to pick her up before I noticed a throwing-
knife protruding from a growing red circle on her back.
The thrower was in the doorway, moving closer to pluck his knife from her bloody corpse.
1: I felt as if I were going to hurl, Blood Drops was busy, and the river nearby was
flooding over its bank.
I stumbled across the threshold to escape my potential pursuer and my shoulder burned
again with the pounding rain.
2: I traveled for hours before the rain stopped and I walked into a ring of cabins.
There were children and a few adults sitting around a fire on a large circle of logs moving
awkwardly around each other, while two resisted the motion by hovering over a crumpled
piece of paper they passed back and forth.***
1: Confused again, I turned around to find that the near flood and kobolds and cottage
were gone.
The pain of my shoulder gone, I turned and laughed, joining the circle.

*My writing partner brought up the Daremeth soldiers of whom I had never heard, so I
decided to return the favor-- which is how Blood Drops enters the story.
**It'd been a while since I had read the Duel-- this is a genuine misspelling
***She likes this abbreviation, and apparently uses it often
*Suggestive content about Blood Drops edited
**This was meant by me to be sarcastic-- sort of a 'screw the rescue the maiden stuff, I can
take care of myself and I don't need your pity' angle. Of course, 'Really' was the only thing
my partner got to see, which is not the easiest thing to follow. This was the beginning to a
short contest of who could write the shortest or most obscure or irrelevant second
sentence.
*** This is a description of the camp where we were writing this. I know, I know,
something else from the Duel. I'm sorry. I mean, it really isn't like me. I usually avoid
anything unoriginal like the plague. We were playing a reather odd game in which we had
to alphabetize ourselfes around the circle of logs while keeping at least two points of
contact with the logs at all times. Anyhow, the two people are my partner and I and the
paper was pretty crumpled by this time (pretty crumpled meaning that was the first thing you noticed about it).
---------------------------------------------------------------------------Now Lance has to post a poem from his game.