Story Quotes

Megaolix · Jul 4, 2014

Here is a thread to quotes part of stories you find fun or epic or else and desire to share them. Do not forget to refer to the story you quote.

I'll start with something I find great.

You do not dare say you are not terrified.

You have never fought such beasts, but you know of the great dangers posed by monsters such as behemoths and dragons out in the darkest reaches of Ivalice, monsters that can swallow men whole and crush cottages with but a single charge. You've always wondered how terrifying it would have to be to ever face such a monstrous beast, such an insurmountable foe.

Yet no matter what fear you had ever imagined as a knight-apprentice in relation to such foes, the fear you feel now as you face down what may be a god or demon is exponentially worse.

The more rational part of your mind tells you that you have no idea how to fight Mateus. With a human foe, you can expect certain forms of attacks, know the limits of the human body, how strong they may strike, which way they may bend. You have no idea what to say to a suit of armor shaped for no living creature you can ever imagine, with two massive arms almost as large as you are, holding a massive spear...or is it a staff? Little matter; it bristles with energies you recognize to be elemental magick - ice, no doubt - and looks like it can cleave a chocobo in twain, never mind a human.

You have no idea how to fight such a being.

Yet, somehow, something very deep within you tell me that you must fight...and that you must win. Something tells you that men have defeated such a foe before, and you can replicate such a miracle.
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-Stand And Watch Them Fall (FFT)

We see many stories of men versus monsters. But there is just something I find epic here about how one react when confronting for the first time something beyond human comprehension and how someone muster the will to go fight such an abomination.

Megaolix · Jul 5, 2014

Something humorous this time... The result of when the GM decide to run the joke vote.

[x] Wake up with the King.

You open your mouth to speak, but a sudden chill down your spine leaves you silent. You don’t know how you’ve realized it, but there’s a fourth person in the room. You’re sure of it, there’s someone else here. Just barely visible behind Sunny is the tip of something… a crown? Whatever it is, it’s lurking just in front of the bed. Did it get in while you were sleeping? How did the dolls not see it? Or Sunny? Oh god this is terrible how did this happen. Seeing the surprise on your face, Sunny slowly turns to look behind her.

Knowing that its time in hiding has ended, the figure slowly rises, first revealing its rather plain-looking crown, an orange-and-blue circular insignia on the front with a title printed on it. The King of Burgers has snuck into Alice’s home. You have no idea why. You don’t even know what a Burger is. Has Alice earned the spite of some tribe, its king now sneaking into this house to seek revenge?

The figure reveals the rest of himself, not standing up so much as levitating straight up as if floating out of some trapdoor. Thick, wild manes of brown hair circle around his face, coming to a stop in a thick, pointy beard and moustache. His face is locked in a wide grin, his mouth slightly open to reveal his upper row of teeth. A garish, poofy fur coat with bright red and gold colors covers his shoulders, and there’s large medallion on his chest bearing the same logo as the one on his crown. He certainly has a regal appearance, but there’s something wrong, something you can’t place. He looks less like a king and more like someone who killed a king and decided to wear his skin to try and gain his powers.

‘help me man I am going to shit myself.’

I have no idea who this person is. I don’t even want to know.

You realize that about thirty seconds must have passed now without a word from anyone. The King of Burgers doesn’t look like he’s going to break the silence, his eerie grin holds impossibly still.

“Um,” you finally say in a hoarse whisper. “Who… who are you.”

He shows no reacton to your words. You consider standing up and attacking him, taking the first shot before he can do anything. He pulls his hand forward from behind his back. You hadn’t even noticed his hands were behind his back until now. He’s holding some sort of sandwich in his hand, some thick monstrosity, about the size of both your fists put together, with more types of meat than you knew existed. Its fragrance wafts to your nose, bearing that telltale smell of something that would take years off your lifespan if you actually ate it.

You both sit, watching him in frozen fear. The king dangles the sandwich in front of Sunny’s lips, apparently wanting her to eat it.

“N-no! I could never take that much meat!” Sunny whispers, trembling with fear. The king gives the sandwich a small wave, brushing the end against her lips as if planting a gentle kiss on her.

“I… I…” Sunny’s voice grows weaker. The king’s unwavering gaze must have some sinister hypnotic effect on her. She succumbs, letting her mouth dangle open to accept the king’s massive sandwich. The king presses it into her mouth slowly, almost tenderly, smoothly sliding inch after inch into her without giving her a second to chew. Muffled groans and gags from Sunny mix in with the wet “schlup” sound of the sandwich getting forced into her. Sunny’s throat bulges as the thick meat sandwich, fully intact, forces its way into her gullet. The back end of the sandwich disappears into Sunny’s mouth, the king’s finger lingering inside her before he draws it out. A slow, laborious swallowing sound comes from Sunny’s throat as the sandwich wriggles down into her stomach.

The deed now done, Sunny leans back slightly. The sandwich has an effect on her more intense than anything you’ve ever managed to do. Her face is as red and flushed as a ripe tomato, her eyes rolled up to the back of her head. Her tongue hangs open from some overwhelming emotion, a trail of grease-laced drool dripping out of her mouth.

You should fight, every muscle in your body is screaming for you to stand up and start swinging punches or tentacles or anything, anything to fend off this monster which corrupted Sunny right in front of your eyes with a simple sandwich. But you can’t. Every time you try and summon the strength of mind, youe eyes meet his again. Those fiendish, unblinking eyes and that sinister smile. He brings another sandwich out from some unseen hiding spot, this one even bigger than the last. Its surface slick and sheen with grease, layer upon layer of meat barely contained by a long, thick bun. Instinctively, you know this sandwich is for you.

He brings it closer to you, the odor of an entire deli’s worth of cooked meats and cheese overwhelming you. Closer. Closer. Close enough to touch now. You strain one last time to fight, but it’s in vain. Those evil eyes, like the whispered rumors of a lunar woman who could drive you mad with her crimson gaze. You dangle your mouth open, not even realizing what you’ve done until it’s too late.

The massive pile of meat enters your mouth, spreading your jaw open painfully. You gag, shocked at the warmth and moisture as it goes in deeper, filling your mouth. It’s… throbbing. It’s definitely throbbing rhythmically as it enters your throat, spreading it agonizingly open. A kind of bliss washes over you suddenly, a peaceful acceptance of this sinful meat violating you. Consciousness drifts away from you. The last thing you see before your vision fades is that wicked grin as your lips close, taking the last inch of the sandwich…
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From the story The Beast Returns to Gensokyo... Which I can't link too because the story is NSFW and this isn't a NSFW thread.

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