TYLERDM94
The White Wolf
i saw Megs post and thought it would be great to post some stories if you created them or not
this was a randomly generated story i got from a story generator
It all started when our hyphen-happy protagonist, Violet Dreadhunter, woke up in a haunted thicket. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling barely displeased, Violet Dreadhunter hit a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). Heart filled with earnest fortitude, she realized that her beloved Triforce was missing! Immediately she called her undeclared soulmate, Leroy Jenkins. Violet Dreadhunter had known Leroy Jenkins for (plus or minus) one million years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. Leroy Jenkins was unique. He was ingenious though sometimes a little... abrasive. Violet Dreadhunter called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Leroy Jenkins picked up to a very calm Violet Dreadhunter. Leroy Jenkins calmly assured her that most legless puppies cringe before mating, yet venomous koalas usually earnestly turn red *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Violet Dreadhunter. Why was Leroy Jenkins trying to distract Violet Dreadhunter? Because he had snuck out from Violet Dreadhunter's with the Triforce only three days prior. It was a enticing little Triforce... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Violet Dreadhunter got back to the subject at hand: her Triforce. Leroy Jenkins sneezed. Relunctantly, Leroy Jenkins invited her over, assuring her they'd find the Triforce. Violet Dreadhunter grabbed her rhinocerus and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Leroy Jenkins realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Triforce and he had to do it fearlessly. He figured that if Violet Dreadhunter took the pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least four minutes before Violet Dreadhunter would get there. But if she took the Yoshi? Then Leroy Jenkins would be ridiculously screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Leroy Jenkins was interrupted by ten selfish Pikachus that were lured by his Triforce. Leroy Jenkins cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he thoughtfully reached for his ripened avocado and thoughtfully slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the fanstic pumpkin patch, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Yoshi rolling up. It was Violet Dreadhunter.
----o0o----
As she pulled up, she felt a sense of urgency. She had had to make an unscheduled stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a 12-pack of bananas, so she knew she was running late. With a hasty leap, Violet Dreadhunter was out of the Yoshi and went scandalously jaunting toward Leroy Jenkins's front door. Meanwhile inside, Leroy Jenkins was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Triforce into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his time machine. Leroy Jenkins was puzzled but at least the Triforce was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Leroy Jenkins surreptitiously purred. With a quick push, Violet Dreadhunter opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid noble genius in a pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac,' she lied. 'It's fine,' Leroy Jenkins assured her. Violet Dreadhunter took a seat about two saucy furlongs from where Leroy Jenkins had hidden the Triforce. Leroy Jenkins turned red trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Violet Dreadhunter was distracted. A few freaknasty minutes later, Leroy Jenkins noticed a funny-smelling look on Violet Dreadhunter's face. Violet Dreadhunter slowly opened her mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Leroy Jenkins felt a stabbing pain in his scalp when Violet Dreadhunter asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Triforce right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on Violet Dreadhunter's face. She turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Violet Dreadhunter nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Leroy Jenkins could react, Violet Dreadhunter aggressively lunged toward the box and opened it. The Triforce was plainly in view.
Violet Dreadhunter stared at Leroy Jenkins for what what must've been five millseconds. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, Leroy Jenkins groped flamboyantly in Violet Dreadhunter's direction, clearly desperate. Violet Dreadhunter grabbed the Triforce and bolted for the door. It was locked. Leroy Jenkins let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Violet Dreadhunter,' he rebuked. Leroy Jenkins always had been a little funny-smelling, so Violet Dreadhunter knew that reconciliation was not an option; she needed to escape before Leroy Jenkins did something crazy, like... start chucking gerbils at him or something. A few freaknasty minutes later, she gripped her Triforce tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Leroy Jenkins looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Violet Dreadhunter. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame ten days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Violet Dreadhunter. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Leroy Jenkins walked over to the window and looked down. Violet Dreadhunter was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Violet Dreadhunter was struggling to make her way through the magical cornfield behind Leroy Jenkins's place. Violet Dreadhunter had severely hurt her fingernail during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Pikachus suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Triforce. One by one they latched on to Violet Dreadhunter. Already weakened from her injury, Violet Dreadhunter yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Pikachus running off with her Triforce.
About three hours later, Violet Dreadhunter awoke, her fingernail throbbing. It was dark and Violet Dreadhunter did not know where she was. Deep in the hazy lemur-infested moor, Violet Dreadhunter was ridiculously lost. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, she remembered that her Triforce was taken by the Pikachus. But at that point, she was just thankful for her life. That's when, to her horror, a big Pikachu emerged from the fanstic pumpkin patch. It was the alpha Pikachu. Violet Dreadhunter opened her mouth to scream but was cut short when the Pikachu sunk its teeth into Violet Dreadhunter's taint. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Violet Dreadhunter's lungs, but not before she realized that she was a failure.
Less than three miles away, Leroy Jenkins was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Triforce. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened potato. With a heroic thrust, he buried it deeply into his taint. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Violet Dreadhunter... wishing he had found the courage to tell her that he loved her. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Triforce that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Pikachus, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
this was a randomly generated story i got from a story generator
It all started when our hyphen-happy protagonist, Violet Dreadhunter, woke up in a haunted thicket. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling barely displeased, Violet Dreadhunter hit a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). Heart filled with earnest fortitude, she realized that her beloved Triforce was missing! Immediately she called her undeclared soulmate, Leroy Jenkins. Violet Dreadhunter had known Leroy Jenkins for (plus or minus) one million years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. Leroy Jenkins was unique. He was ingenious though sometimes a little... abrasive. Violet Dreadhunter called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Leroy Jenkins picked up to a very calm Violet Dreadhunter. Leroy Jenkins calmly assured her that most legless puppies cringe before mating, yet venomous koalas usually earnestly turn red *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Violet Dreadhunter. Why was Leroy Jenkins trying to distract Violet Dreadhunter? Because he had snuck out from Violet Dreadhunter's with the Triforce only three days prior. It was a enticing little Triforce... how could he resist?
It didn't take long before Violet Dreadhunter got back to the subject at hand: her Triforce. Leroy Jenkins sneezed. Relunctantly, Leroy Jenkins invited her over, assuring her they'd find the Triforce. Violet Dreadhunter grabbed her rhinocerus and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Leroy Jenkins realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Triforce and he had to do it fearlessly. He figured that if Violet Dreadhunter took the pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least four minutes before Violet Dreadhunter would get there. But if she took the Yoshi? Then Leroy Jenkins would be ridiculously screwed.
Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Leroy Jenkins was interrupted by ten selfish Pikachus that were lured by his Triforce. Leroy Jenkins cringed; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he thoughtfully reached for his ripened avocado and thoughtfully slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the fanstic pumpkin patch, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the Yoshi rolling up. It was Violet Dreadhunter.
----o0o----
As she pulled up, she felt a sense of urgency. She had had to make an unscheduled stop at Wal-Mart to pick up a 12-pack of bananas, so she knew she was running late. With a hasty leap, Violet Dreadhunter was out of the Yoshi and went scandalously jaunting toward Leroy Jenkins's front door. Meanwhile inside, Leroy Jenkins was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Triforce into a box of dangerous oil-soaked rags and then slid the box behind his time machine. Leroy Jenkins was puzzled but at least the Triforce was concealed. The doorbell rang.
'Come in,' Leroy Jenkins surreptitiously purred. With a quick push, Violet Dreadhunter opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid noble genius in a pimp fresh, candy-painted 'Lac,' she lied. 'It's fine,' Leroy Jenkins assured her. Violet Dreadhunter took a seat about two saucy furlongs from where Leroy Jenkins had hidden the Triforce. Leroy Jenkins turned red trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Violet Dreadhunter was distracted. A few freaknasty minutes later, Leroy Jenkins noticed a funny-smelling look on Violet Dreadhunter's face. Violet Dreadhunter slowly opened her mouth to speak.
'...What's that smell?'
Leroy Jenkins felt a stabbing pain in his scalp when Violet Dreadhunter asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Triforce right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A selfish look started to form on Violet Dreadhunter's face. She turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Violet Dreadhunter nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Leroy Jenkins could react, Violet Dreadhunter aggressively lunged toward the box and opened it. The Triforce was plainly in view.
Violet Dreadhunter stared at Leroy Jenkins for what what must've been five millseconds. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, Leroy Jenkins groped flamboyantly in Violet Dreadhunter's direction, clearly desperate. Violet Dreadhunter grabbed the Triforce and bolted for the door. It was locked. Leroy Jenkins let out a sassy chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Violet Dreadhunter,' he rebuked. Leroy Jenkins always had been a little funny-smelling, so Violet Dreadhunter knew that reconciliation was not an option; she needed to escape before Leroy Jenkins did something crazy, like... start chucking gerbils at him or something. A few freaknasty minutes later, she gripped her Triforce tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Leroy Jenkins looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Violet Dreadhunter. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame ten days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Violet Dreadhunter. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Leroy Jenkins walked over to the window and looked down. Violet Dreadhunter was gone.
----o0o----
Just yonder, Violet Dreadhunter was struggling to make her way through the magical cornfield behind Leroy Jenkins's place. Violet Dreadhunter had severely hurt her fingernail during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Pikachus suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Triforce. One by one they latched on to Violet Dreadhunter. Already weakened from her injury, Violet Dreadhunter yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Pikachus running off with her Triforce.
About three hours later, Violet Dreadhunter awoke, her fingernail throbbing. It was dark and Violet Dreadhunter did not know where she was. Deep in the hazy lemur-infested moor, Violet Dreadhunter was ridiculously lost. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, she remembered that her Triforce was taken by the Pikachus. But at that point, she was just thankful for her life. That's when, to her horror, a big Pikachu emerged from the fanstic pumpkin patch. It was the alpha Pikachu. Violet Dreadhunter opened her mouth to scream but was cut short when the Pikachu sunk its teeth into Violet Dreadhunter's taint. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Violet Dreadhunter's lungs, but not before she realized that she was a failure.
Less than three miles away, Leroy Jenkins was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Triforce. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened potato. With a heroic thrust, he buried it deeply into his taint. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Violet Dreadhunter... wishing he had found the courage to tell her that he loved her. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Triforce that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Pikachus, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(
