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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/27/2016 2:21:11 AM
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*Thinking "Am I causing this? I'm not sure what I should do..."
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[b]You've always wanted to hold a legendary sword, however. Simply touching it shouldn't hurt.[/b]
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*Sketch feels some sort of urge to touch it but resists.* "No... I shouldn't touch it... It's about as nice as my swords..."
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[b]People begin to crowd around the door. You better hide it, at least.[/b]
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*Sketch walks into the apartment and locks the door behind him to keep the other people out. He throws a blanket over the sword to block the light.*
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[b]You feel an irresistible urge to touch it... one finger, is all....[/b]
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*Sketch feels the urge to touch the sword getting stronger but instead just sits on the bed with his back facing it.*
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[b]The plot... requires you... to touch the goddamn sword....[/b]
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Edited by Skatch142: 7/27/2016 2:38:13 AM[spoiler]Sketch just has too much will power... Your going to have to come up with some sort of elaborate chain reaction that ends up making it go flying towards him hilt-first and bounce off of his head or something...[/spoiler] *Sketch sighs.*
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[b]A spider lands on Sketch's shoulder, and bites his ear.[/b]
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"Ow! Die!" *Sketch swats at the spider, killing it.*
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[b]Sketch accidentally hits himself a little too hard, and he falls on top of the sword. The plot laughs evilly as he is sucked into a whirlpool of memories, and he ends up in a strange, medieval town. He looks down, and he is a 12 year old boy, with golden hair, and bright, blue eyes.[/b]
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[spoiler]Aw, c'mon... You didn't have to character jack...[/spoiler] "Wait? What?! Huh!?" *He falls over.* "What's wrong with my feet!? Where's my tail?!"
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[spoiler]The plot is strong with this one....[/spoiler] [b]People around look at you as though you are crazy.[/b] "People don't have tails, kid." [b]One says.[/b]
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Edited by Skatch142: 7/27/2016 2:57:47 AM"Wha, what? I'm not a kid!" *He tries to stand up and starts wobbling and almost falls over because he's trying to stand on his toes.* "Wa-Wait am I human?!?!"
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[b]Onlookers laugh.[/b] "You're only, what, 12? Don't try to grow up too fast." [b]Meanwhile, a man approaches a stone in the middle of the courtyard. In the stone, there is a sword. The man attempts to pull it out, but does not succeed.[/b] [spoiler]If you're confused, you're basically experiencing Arthur's past as though you ARE him.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I know exactly what's going on... I know who King Arthur is... But you never said Sketch couldn't control his own actions in the memories so he is currently learning what it's like to not be a furry. One problem though is Sketch doesn't know the story of King Arthur so...[/spoiler] *Sketch watches as the man fails to pull the sword out of the stone.* "Why are you guys trying to pull that sword out? It's imbedded in the rock, none of you are going to be able to remove it..."
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[spoiler]Yeah, I know Sketch doesn't know his past.[/spoiler] [b]The man looks at Sketch.[/b] "You don't know? Whoever pulls that sword out becomes king of the lands. Nobody seems to be able to do it, though...." [b]He sighs.[/b]
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"Really? Do you know how dumb that sounds? I bet someone was just trying to prank you guys..." *Sketch stumbles up and starts inspecting the sword. He holds onto the handle and starts repeatedly pulling up to see if it wiggles at all.*
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[b]The sword comes out easily at the first tug. The onlookers are shocked.[/b]
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"Waaaah!" *Sketch falls over backwards, holding the sword pointing straight upwards.* *Thinking "Why is everything on this planet magic?"
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[b]The onlookers are silent, but then begin to cheer.[/b] "King Arthur! King Arthur! King Arthur!" [b]Time seems to skip ahead, and Sketch is sitting at a desk, staring at Excalibur. Wondering what he should do.[/b]
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"Huh? Where am I now? Am I back in his apartment?!"
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[b]A woman, most likely Arthur's mom, walks in.[/b] "Arthur? What are you doing?"
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"Who are you supposed to buh?" [spoiler]Had to say it...[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]Oh mah lawd.[/spoiler] "A-Arthur? Are you, um, joking, or something?" [b]She laughs slightly.[/b] "I-It's not very funny....."
