Flight Rising Discussion

Using a random story generator, I randomised EVERYTHING except 3 things:
The name of the characters, what Tidelord wanted and the place.

..And this happened.

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Shadowbinder was thinking about Tidelord again. Tidelord was a smart do gooder with moist lips and slimy spots.

Shadowbinder walked over to the window and reflected on her sleepy surroundings. She had always loved rural The Tangled Wood with its magnificent, miniature Mushrooms. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sneezy.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a smart figure of Tidelord.

Shadowbinder gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a grateful, brave, squash drinker with pretty lips and hairy spots. Her friends saw her as a jolly, jealous juggler. Once, she had even made a cup of tea for a glamorous disabled person.

But not even a grateful person who had once made a cup of tea for a glamorous disabled person, was prepared for what Tidelord had in store today.

The snow flurried like cooking owls, making Shadowbinder jumpy. Shadowbinder grabbed a bendy sausage that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Shadowbinder stepped outside and Tidelord came closer, she could see the squiggled smile on his face.

"Look Shadowbinder," growled Tidelord, with a proud glare that reminded Shadowbinder of smart monkeys. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want dominance. You owe me 7518 pounds."

Shadowbinder looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the bendy sausage. "Tidelord, I am your mother," she replied.

They looked at each other with ambivalent feelings, like two light, lazy lizards eating at a very tactless birthday party, which had indie music playing in the background and two violent uncles bouncing to the beat.

Suddenly, Tidelord lunged forward and tried to punch Shadowbinder in the face. Quickly, Shadowbinder grabbed the bendy sausage and brought it down on Tidelord's skull.

Tidelord's moist lips trembled and his slimy spots wobbled. He looked ecstatic, his wallet raw like a kindly, knobbly knife.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Tidelord was dead.

Shadowbinder went back inside and made herself a nice beaker of squash.

THE END

What just happened.

@qwertypi303
I don't even know.

But I made one with Shadowbinder and Lightweaver.

Lightweaver had always hated sunny Moscow with its kaleidoscopic, kindly kettles. It was a place where she felt anxious.

She was a considerate, caring, beer drinker with fat moles and scrawny fingers. Her friends saw her as an adorable, alive author. Once, she had even rescued a tough toddler from a burning building. That's the sort of woman he was.

Lightweaver walked over to the window and reflected on her magical surroundings. The rain hammered like hopping giraffes.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Shadowbinder . Shadowbinder was a hungry friend with pointy moles and ample fingers.

Lightweaver gulped. She was not prepared for Shadowbinder.

As Lightweaver stepped outside and Shadowbinder came closer, she could see the enthusiastic smile on her face.

"Look Lightweaver," growled Shadowbinder, with a grateful glare that reminded Lightweaver of hungry mice. "I hate you and I want Dominance. You owe me 6747 gold pieces."

Lightweaver looked back, even more sleepy and still fingering the squidgy knife. "Shadowbinder, what a spiffing dress," she replied.

They looked at each other with worried feelings, like two boiling, blue-eyed badgers rampaging at a very incredible bar mitzvah, which had orchestral music playing in the background and two intuitive uncles loving to the beat.

Suddenly, Shadowbinder lunged forward and tried to punch Lightweaver in the face. Quickly, Lightweaver grabbed the squidgy knife and brought it down on Shadowbinder's skull.

Shadowbinder's pointy moles trembled and her ample fingers wobbled. She looked sad, her wallet raw like a precious, pretty piano.

Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Shadowbinder was dead.

Lightweaver went back inside and made herself a nice drink of beer.

THE END

@Foxesrule

So the Lightweaver drinks? D: (This is really strange but amazing xD)

You have killed my God.

I will seek revenge. I have seen it in my visions.

...bendy sausage...

[quote name="SavageDestiny" date="2014-08-03 10:54:15"]...bendy sausage...[/quote] my sentiments exactly (please somone make art of shadowmama with a bendy sausage)

This is beautiful.

May I ask which generator you use? it interests me greatly.

@GoldenBeetle

http://www.plot-generator.org.uk/

It also generates various letters. ^^

*screaming*