Hey, guys! Know it's been ages since I was here. Actually, I bought the last few Excel Saga mangas, but haven't read them yet because I haven't had time to reread the whole series, which I want to do.
I'm entered in an art contest online. I entered near the beginning, and have pretty much managed to stay in the top 10. Now, three weeks from the end, my position is quickly eroding, and I am totally desperate for votes.
(http://home.earthlink.net/~inkwolf/uncle_rogers_new_pet.jpg)
All I need is to stay in the top 25. If you could find it in your heart to toss me a vote or two, the page is at http://www.corelquestforthebest.com/index.php?eid=41
It makes you register/sign in with an e-mail, but you have to click the LIKE button to actually vote. When you vote, you are entered in a drawing for a HP Mini Netbook. You can vote once a day.
And, hey--I totally promise a favor in return. What do you guys want? An Excel Saga wallpaper? A Lord IlPalazzo cheesecake photo? A Shioji/Menchi slash fic? I am your humble servant and Toilet Cleaner...
INKWOLF IS BACK! HOORAY! :elhail:
Yeah, I'll vote for ya, but you BETTER write me a super sexy Nabeshin/Rikudou slash fic. :il_hahaha:
Quote from: Foggle on August 10, 2010, 10:07:06 AM
INKWOLF IS BACK! HOORAY! :elhail:
Yeah, I'll vote for ya, but you BETTER write me a super sexy Nabeshin/Rikudou slash fic. :il_hahaha:
How porno do you want it? (Hmmm, what can I get away with posting here?)
For Foggle! O0
The air conditioner was broken.
Rikdo sat back from the drawing board. It was the third time he had dripped sweat all over Elgala. He leaned away, letting his head sink back over the top of his chair. He opened the top button of his shirt, letting the air touch his hot, sweaty skin.
It wasn't enough.
Slowly, one by one, he worked his fingers downward, unfastening the buttons. When he had reached the bottom, he opened his damp shirt, pulling back the sides to expose as much of his chest as possible.
It still wasn't enough. He moved his hand to the fly of his trousers and let his fingers rest there. Should he go that far?
There was a crash of glass, and Nabeshin entered through the apartment window. Even as his feet skidded on broken glass, he spun to open fire with the two assault rifles he clutched in his powerful hands. Outside, three helicopters exploded and fell, flaming, into the streets. "Heh," was all Nabeshin said as he straightened and returned the rifles to concealment in his afro, after giving them a stylish spin.
The broken window let in the hint of a breeze. It tickled across Rikdo's bare, wet body and he moaned with pleasure, his nipples tingling in the slight chill.
Something in Nabeshin's expression shifted as he looked down on the half-naked, lounging manga-ka.
"Rikdo," he said, and cleared his throat as if to rid his voice of its strange huskiness. "Rikdo, you've really let yourself go. Look at those flabby abs. Look at those wimpy pecs." Nabeshin was certainly looking. He ran his tongue over his lips, and his finger over Rikdo's chest. "Look at those scrawny arms."
"I'm a cartoonist, what do you expect?" Rikdo wiped his hand down his bare chest and stomach, pushing away the sweat.
"What you need is a trip to my private gym," said Nabeshin. "A few hours of...working out will make a new man of you."
Rikdo shook his head. "I can't. I'm already six days past my deadline."
"It's air conditioned."
"Let's go."
To be continued...if you REALLY want me to!
As George Takei would say, oh my. :il_hahaha:
It's good to have you back, Inkwolf.
Good lord. *choke* :kabapu-1:
I... I was just kidding. But I laughed so hard at that, you don't even know!
I will continue voting for you until I can vote no more!
This is funny because it was only a few weeks ago I viewed your profile and thought, "Wow, Inky's been gone for quite a while now." O_O
Nice to see you though! Hope everything's been good on your neck o' the woods. ^^
Listen, I'll vote for ya but you have to promise me something... just one thing - keep a presence on the forum here. Pop in once in a while, 'k?
Oh, and more Excel Saga fanart.. REALLY like your fanart!
.. Wait...! That's two things...! uhmmm... Okay, just promise me these TWO things. :e_wink:
I'll stop talking now before the list quickly becomes longer. And it can! :e_tongue:
Quote from: Foggle on August 10, 2010, 02:30:04 PM
Good lord. *choke* :kabapu-1:
I... I was just kidding.
Awww, and I hadn't even got to the part yet about Rikdo's hot pink Hello Kitty gym shorts! :eevil:
Great to see you all again, too! I will definitely try to get some Excel Saga artwork done again. I never finished my parody comic, and it might be just the project I need to learn how to use Manga Studio.
Quote from: Inkwolf on August 10, 2010, 07:56:09 PM
Quote from: Foggle on August 10, 2010, 02:30:04 PM
Good lord. *choke* :kabapu-1:
I... I was just kidding.
Awww, and I hadn't even got to the part yet about Rikdo's hot pink Hello Kitty gym shorts! :eevil:
Oh, no, do continue writing it. I insist. :sumyembarassed:
Quote from: Foggle on August 10, 2010, 09:41:19 PM
Quote from: Inkwolf on August 10, 2010, 07:56:09 PM
Quote from: Foggle on August 10, 2010, 02:30:04 PM
Good lord. *choke* :kabapu-1:
I... I was just kidding.
Awww, and I hadn't even got to the part yet about Rikdo's hot pink Hello Kitty gym shorts! :eevil:
Oh, no, do continue writing it. I insist. :sumyembarassed:
[subliminal message]Add Kabapu... a female Kabapu... with stache...[/subliminal message]
Quote from: SWamP on August 11, 2010, 02:16:30 PM
Quote from: Foggle on August 10, 2010, 09:41:19 PM
Quote from: Inkwolf on August 10, 2010, 07:56:09 PM
Quote from: Foggle on August 10, 2010, 02:30:04 PM
Good lord. *choke* :kabapu-1:
I... I was just kidding.
Awww, and I hadn't even got to the part yet about Rikdo's hot pink Hello Kitty gym shorts! :eevil:
Oh, no, do continue writing it. I insist. :sumyembarassed:
[subliminal message]Add Kabapu... a female Kabapu... with stache...[/subliminal message]
Maybe further on in the story...
Today's thrilling installment!
The car skidded crazily around another cliff-side hairpin turn, the tires kicking up gravel that sailed out into space and fell out of sight.
"I wish you'd slow down," said Rikdo.
"I'm...impatient," said Nabeshin. "I thought you were, too."
"I'm fine," said Rikdo. "The car has air conditioning." He slowly peeled off his sweat-soaked shirt, toweling off his upper body with it, then lay back to enjoy the caress of the cool air on his skin. Then he screamed, "WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!"
Nabeshin swerved just in time to avoid plowing through a bevy of cosplayers dressed as nuns.
"Jeez, what were you thinking?"
"I was distracted," said Nabeshin. "Don't worry, I'll get you there in one piece."
"Just keep your eyes on the road. How hard can that be?"
"Oh, it's hard, baby," said Nabeshin with a strange smile. "You have no idea how hard it is." He pressed a button and rolled down the window just enough to slip a grenade out. It exploded under a car that had been following them for just a bit too long. Damn Puuchuus, always trying to find his secret gym.
The car finally pulled up in front of an ornate, abandoned temple. It had a breathtaking view of the mountainside, but was overgrown with grass and shrubs. Rikdo opened the car door, and had barely stepped out before Nabeshin burst out after him, crashing into him, knocking him flat on his back, and falling on top of him.
Rikdo lay there, the tall grass tickling his neck and shoulders and the burr of cicadas filling the air. He could feel Nabeshin's weight and heat pressing down on his bare skin. He could feel the action hero's heart pounding a rhythm in syncopation with his own. Nabeshin's eyes gazed piercingly into his.
"Um..." said Rikdo, his breath coming surprisingly short. "Isn't there a door on the other side of the car, too?"
"I like this one better," breathed Nabeshin. He flexed his toned body, and Rikdo felt each and every muscle ripple.
"I....need to get my gym bag. It's under the seat."
"Of course." Nabeshin let Rikdo up, and the cartoonist hastily got his bag. He was beginning to feel there was something odd about this whole situation. And the temple looked far too old to be air conditioned, after all.
His worries were put to rest once he entered. Inside the facade of an ancient temple was a modern, fully-equipped, air-conditioned gym, with weight machines, treadmills, a sauna, and even a swimming pool.
"The locker room's through there," said Nabeshin. "Why don't you go get on something more comfortable while I set things up?"
"Okay," said Rikdo, and left.
Nabeshin pulled out his most comfortable weight bench and covered it with the padded velvet slipcover he had spent so many lonely nights sewing. He ran a hand over its fuzzy softness and smiled, anticipation sending a shudder of lust through his body. On a convenient nearby shelf he began to arrange a selection of lotions, massage oils, aromatherapy candles, and lubricants. He turned down the lights and started a selection of romantic music playing on the stereo.
A bottle of champagne had chilled to perfection in a bucket of ice on the Stairmaster. Nabeshin poured two flutes full. He drained one to steady his nerves.
He drained the second one when Rikdo reappeared. The cartoonist was naked, except for a pair of sandals and a hot pink pair of Hello Kitty boxers. The crotch of Nabeshin's pants grew uncomfortably tight as the cartoonist came nearer and lifted a glass.
"Ooh, champagne!" Rikdo said. He tossed it down and poured himself another. "Now this is the way to start a workout!" he said, and drained a third glass.
"I think we should get on with it," said Nabeshin, barely controlling his urgent need. "Are you feeling relaxed?"
"Oh, yeah," said Rikdo with a giggle.
"Then lie down here."
Rikdo obligingly lay on his back on the soft bench. Head fuzzy with champagne, he still realized there was something missing. "Hey," he said. "Shouldn't there be some weights to lift?"
"You're not ready for weights," said Nabeshin, as he gently bound the cartoonist's arms to the upper support beams of the bench with padded velcro restraints. "We'll start out with some isometric exercises."
"I've heard of those," said Rikdo. He hummed to himself as Nabeshin strapped his legs to the legs of the bench, one to each side, leaving his thighs spread out and the bulge in his gym shorts vulnerable. A faint sigh of desire forced itself from Nabeshin's throat.
"Let's make sure everything's secure," Nabeshin said. "Try to break free."
Rikdo pulled down on the manacles with all his strength. He tried to kick his feet free. He struggled against the bonds, his nearly naked body writhing, bucking and thrusting as he grunted with the effort.
Nabeshin looked away, but it was too late. There was a tearing sound at his groin, and the sudden feel of a release of pressure. Not to mention a draft. He'd torn yet another pair of trousers to ribbons. Shaking his head, Nabeshin carefully removed his magenta jacket--they were hard to find--and tore off his shirt and the remains of the trousers. Soon he was attired in nothing but a necktie and a black jeweled speedo, strained to bursting.
With a groan, Rikdo arched his body in one final effort before collapsing, panting. "Okay," he said. "I'm securely attached to this thing. Now what?"
"Now what?" said Nabeshin, pulling a scissors from the depths of his afro, a wicked smile spreading over his face. "Now we get you out of those girly pink shorts!"
Rikdo screamed.
Oh my good god. :il_hahaha: :il_hahaha: :il_hahaha: :il_hahaha:
.....
:il_hahaha: :il_hahaha: :il_hahaha:
Today's thrilling episode!
The floor was littered with scraps of pink silk. Rikdo whimpered, tears running down his face as Nabeshin stared with undisguised desire at the thing Rikdo had never dreamed any other man would ever touch: the custom-designed gold spandex thong by Kinky Oji of Fukuoka.
"Where did you get that?" Nabeshin asked breathlessly.
"It was a gift!" Rikdo yelled, trying to break free. "From my mother!" It was so transparent a lie that Nabeshin paid it no mind at all. The thong was a thing of beauty. It shone with a faint metallic sheen, giving off little sparkles. There was an articulated sleeve in the front, and three tassels were attached at strategic points.
Nabeshin lusted after it as he had never lusted after a piece of underwear before.
"Come on, Rikdo," he coaxed. "Where did you get it? I must buy one!"
"You can't!" Rikdo snapped. "It's one of a kind! Now get me out of this!"
Nabeshin slid his finger under the thong and ran it slowly along the inner waistband. "I'd look better in it," he said. "You don't have what it takes to fill that sleeve."
"LET ME GO! HELP! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?!"
"Tell you what," said Nabeshin. "Give me the thong, and I'll let you have my favorite AK-47." He tugged at one of the tassels.
"NO! HELP, I'M BEING HELP HOSTAGE BY A PERVERTED AFRO-WEARING ACTION HERO PERVERT!"
"I could just take it," said Nabeshin, pulling another tassel.
"Ha! Not without cutting it off or turning my legs free. HEEEEELP!" Rikdo tried to break free again, causing the tassels to jiggle most interestingly.
"I know," said Nabeshin with another wicked smile. "We'll wrestle for it!"
"We will not! It's mine! And I'm keeping it."
Nabeshin sighed. "I'm afraid the air conditioning in here isn't quite powerful enough, Rikdo," he said, removing the champagne bottle from the bucket and setting it aside. "You're sweating. I can fix that, though."
Pulling up on the thong's waistband, Nabeshin emptied the entire ice bucket into it, meltwater pouring down Rikdo's stomach and thighs.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIGH!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!!! All right, we'll wrestle! We'll wrestle!"
"I knew you really wanted to," said Nabeshin, ripping open the velcro straps.
Shit's getting real. :il_hahaha:
Look like you're #17 on the top list! Still well within the Top 25. :im_nabeshin:
Yep, but with more than two weeks to go, I'd be happier to be perched a little higher in the tree. On the 'most liked today' page, I've been way back on Page 3-ish for the last few days, which means that some of the newer entries are catching up rapidly.
The next exciting episode!
When Rikdo had finished hopping up and down, shouting, and removing every last bit of ice from the inner chambers of the golden thong, Nabeshin led the way to the wrestling ring, and they prepared to spar.
"This is nuts," Rikdo whimpered. On the other side of the ring was Nabeshin, his jeweled speedo still stretched to the limit. (The man had endurance!) He was crouched slightly, arms apart and muscles tight, ready to grapple.
"Let's get it on, then," said Nabeshin. "No rules. Two falls out of three. The loser does whatever the winner wants for the next two hours."
Rikdo charged, snarling. He threw his arms around Nabeshin's bare chest, pushing with all his strength. To his surprise, Nabeshin went over on his back almost at once. He had his legs wrapped tightly around Rikdo's buttocks when they landed, but Rikdo was on top, and Nabeshin's shoulders were on the mat.
"I won!" said Rikdo, scarcely believing it. "Woohoo!"
"Yeah," said Nabeshin, his eyes drooping slightly. "Who'd have thought it? So, what do you want?" Rikdo was suddenly aware of the tightness in Nabeshin's speedo pressing against his thong, and he hurriedly jumped to his feet.
"Hmmmm....what do I want?" Rikdo thought aloud. "Anything at all?"
"Anything," Nabeshin whispered huskily, stretching his prone body on the mat.
"Then I think..." it was Rikdo's turn to smile wickedly," I think I want you to go fix my broken window?"
Nabeshin let out a disgusted sigh. "Really?"
"Really!" Rikdo folded his arms and smirked in triumph.
"Lucky for me we're doing two out of three, then." said Nabeshin. "Are you ready for the second bout?"
"Oh," Rikdo drooped. "I suppose so."
This time it was Nabeshin who made the first move. He nearly got an arm around Rikdo's neck, but Rikdo managed to squirm free. For a few moments they just pushed at each other, sweaty chest to sweaty chest, grunting with the effort as they strained every muscle. However Rikdo strained, though, Nabeshin wouldn't move, and a terrible suspicion started to creep over Rikdo, especially as Nabeshin seemed to be grinding his speedo against Rikdo's body in a disturbing way.
"You're not really trying!" Rikdo accused.
"Of course I am, babe!"
"No you're not!" said Rikdo. "You're just stretching it out longer! You're totally getting off on this, you...you...afro-perv!"
"Hey, I'm working out as hard as I can," said Nabeshin, sliding a hand down to cup Rikdo's left butt cheek.
Rikdo took advantage of Nabeshin's distraction. With a sudden twist, he got the action hero in a headlock. "Ha!" he said. In a moment he would have Nabeshin on the mat again, and his broken window would be replaced with no cost and effort to himself. Life was sweet.
Then Nabeshin's fingers closed on the pouch of Rikdo's speedo. Rikdo yelped, and it was over in seconds, Rikdo on the mat under Nabeshin's sweaty, panting body, Nabeshin's hand still full of Rikdo's precious gems.
"THAT WAS TOTALLY NOT FAIR!" Rikdo screeched.
"No rules. Remember?" Nabeshin chuckled. "Ready for round three? I sure am." He pressed his tongue against Rikdo's chest and drew it over the cartoonist's throat to his ear. "Want me to oil you up? You'll be harder to hang on to."
"Gah!" said Rikdo, wriggling himself free.
They squared off again, one on each side of the mat, eyes narrowed as each watched the other for a sign of his intentions. Rikdo was disturbed. Partly because Nabeshin really seemed to be enjoying this too much. Partly because Rikdo was beginning to enjoy it, too.
Rikdo sidled to the right.
Nabeshin sidled to the left.
Rikdo sidled to the right again.
Nabeshin sidled to the left.
Rikdo turned around and ran hell for leather, the tassels of his thong flying wildly.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Nabeshin yelled after him. Rikdo ignored him. Charging for the door, he ripped it open.
And he stopped. There, standing in his way was...________________
(First to respond gets to fill in the blank!)
A female Kabapu. With 'stache.
(http://img217.imageshack.us/img217/2691/1281822894036.jpg)
EDIT: Okay, episode removed in the interest of good taste. Sorry!
The End
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Hmm, no comments at all? Did I go waaay too far over the top?
'Kay, I removed the last part. Sorry if I grossed-out or offended anyone!
ALTERNATE (cleaner) ENDING!
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"Kabapu!" Rikdo shouted with relief. "Thank God you're here! Save me from this crazy pervert!"
Kabapu said nothing, but shut the door behind him.
"Great!" said Nabeshin. "Now we can have a three-way tag team match!"
"No!" shouted Rikdo. "This is madness! Kabapu, do something!"
"How can you even talk of such trivial matters," Kabapu said in a deep, emotional gurgle, "when confronted with something as tragic as THIS?" He tore his shirt off, and Rikdo stared in shock at the two enormous, female, bare breasts that bobbled there.
"Heck, man, what happened to you?" said Nabeshin.
"This is your fault!" She-Kabapu bellowed, pointing a fierce finger at Rikdo. The motion caused more bobbling in the chest region, and Rikdo could barely concentrate enough to realize what he...or rather, she was saying.
"MY fault?" Rikdo said. "Whaddya mean MY fault? I've been here all day trying to fend off indecent advances from Nabe-whore!"
"You left the drawing board unguarded!" Kabapu thundered. "While you frisked in the hay with your Afro-paramour, enemy agents infiltrated your apartment, occupied the office, and seized control of the pencil box! Now Il Palazzo has absolute power over all your manga creations! He can change our genders! He can alter our wardrobes!"
The rest of Kabapu's clothes disappeared.
"He can even change our dialog!" Kabapu's eyes flashed with rage. "Hey, sailors, the first one to rip the thong off the other gets to have their wicked way with me!"
"Wow, we're lucky we're not manga characters, Nabeshin," said Rikdo. Then he said "Yow!" as his legs were kicked out from under him and the golden thong was torn from his naked dangoes-'n'-pocky.
"Ooooh," breathed She-Kabapu. "Well done! I'm all yours, baby. Take me!"
"Nah, forget it," said Nabeshin. "The thong is all I really wanted. Now, Rikdo, we have to do something about Il Palazzo. Next thing he may do is--URK!"
She-Kabapu had seized him around the neck and chest. "I SAID," she snarled, "TAKE ME!" Nabeshin was body-slammed to the mat, the mighty amazon on top of him, deep kissing him with a furious hunger.
"Rikdo!" Nabeshin yelled when the tongue was withdrawn from his throat. "HELP!"
"I can't!" Rikdo said, trying to cover up his naked knick-knacks, "My hands are busy!"
"YOU don't need BOTH hands," Nabeshin scoffed. "What you've got could be covered by two fingers at most."
"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Rikdo shouted.
"It's not just for me!" Nabeshin screamed. "The fate of the city is at stake!"
"All right, all right, I'll rescue you!" Rikdo said. "But not till Kaba has taken some of the bounce out of you. If I save you now, you'll just start groping me again!"
Rikdo sat back to watch the hot action, wishing he had brought a video camera.
Something began pounding on the door. "Go away!" sad Rikdo. "I can't open the door, I'm naked!" The pounding continued and got louder. Rkdo ignored it.
Suddenly the door burst open. A young woman was standing there: a most familiar young woman, at that.
"Tremble, lowly masses!" she shouted. "I am an agent of ACROSS, the super-secret ideological organization for the supreme ideological ideal, and I am here on the behalf of Lord Ilpalazzo to clean up this particularly corrupt corner of the world, so get ready to be conquered because the purge is here and now! Oh, Lord Il Palazzo, I hope you watch as Excel purifies this fake temple and makes it fit to be a part of the ideal new world order that you in your wisdom and ACROSS will soon bring to everyone, everywhere, and not just the sordid perversions of this room that Excel, well, just REALLY doesn't want explained."
"Hypocritical minx!" She-Kabapu bellowed. "It's Il Palazzo who is controlling this entire grotesque scenario! He has the legendary Pen of Rikdo at his command. I assure you, I am not assaulting Nabeshin of my own free will, or because I enjoy it!"
"Could have fooled me," Nabeshin muttered.
"FILTHY LYNG LOWLY MASS!" Excel shrieked. "AS IF THE PURE AND PERFECT LORD IL PALAZZO WOULD SULLY HIS NOBLE SELF WITH PERVERSIONS OF SUCH A REVOLTING NATURE, OR SMUDGE HIS CLOUD-WHITE GLOVES WITH THE UNWORTHY INK OF A CARTOONISTS PEN! For that evil slander which makes Excel want to vomit, YOU DIE!"
Kabapu was the first to be kicked across the gym. He hit the wall with a thunk and lay on the mat, still. Nabeshin tried to defend himself, but the rage of an inflamed Excel soon overcame even his super-afro-powered martial arts expertise. Rikdo just fell down and played dead the moment she looked his way. It seemed to work.
"Excel is victorious!" she shouted, "Excel declares this fake temple and gym as part of the extended base of ACROSS, with all the rights and privileges thereof, and therefore the spirit of Lord Il Palazzo drives out all the demons of pervertedness that haunted its befouled corners and crevices! And now, in the spirit of ACROSS, Excel snags a trophy for the glory of Il Palazzo!" Excel bent to grab something from the floor, then departed.
Silence reigned in the gym.
Nabeshin finally sniffled. "My thong!" he whined, holding up the single golden tassel that had been left behind. "She took my thong!"
"It's trivial,"gasped She-Kabapu. "We must save the city. The city needs us, Nabeshin, YOU must save us all from Il Palazzo and ACROSS!"
"You know what?" said Nabeshin. "Screw that! Let the city do it's own dirty work for once. I'm going out for pizza. Naked." He got up and walked to the door. Rikdo heard a car start and tires squeal. The sound of the engine faded in the distance.
"Now what am I going to do?" She-Kaba moaned. "I can't defend the city like this! I don't even dare to show my face. I will have to spend the rest of my life locked in my luxurious apartment, watching terrible events unfolding on the news on my wall-sized widescreen TV."
Rikdo looked at Kabapu, considering. His apartment was a pit. His TV was broken. And after all, what was a little extra lip hair?
"Hey, gorgeous," said Rikdo. "Is your apartment air-conditioned?"
Meanwhile, in ACROSS'S headquarters, Lord Il Palazzo was staring in consternation at a sparkly gold spandex object with an articulated sleeve and two golden tassels as Excel jabbered about her recent military incursion and successful cleansing of the target location.
"And what," sad Lord Il Palazzo with contempt, "do you expect me to do with this?"
"Excel took that strange object as a trophy to commemorate the success of ACROSS and did not think that far ahead!" the official toilet cleaner admitted. "However, as Lord Il Palazzo has asked the lowly Excel for her opinion, Excel thinks it would make an excellent addition to Lord Il Palazzo's uniform, though of course, nobody would actually see it unless..." Excel turned red and started to stutter. "Unless...of course...Lord Il Palazzo chose to eliminate other, extraneous parts of his outer wardrobe, which Excel has to admit would be an exciting development, though she fears her brain might explode at the thought of witnessing Lord Il Palazzo in his glorious--"
Il Palazzo pulled the rope.
"This world is so corrupt," Lord Il Palazzo said with distaste, examining the thong and waiting for the splash. "And, on top of that, one of the tassels is missing."
The End
Oh lawdy. What a great ending! :il_hahaha: :il_hahaha: :il_hahaha:
I never got to read the original ending, since I was really tired yesterday. What was so inappropriate about it? D:
Quote from: Foggle on August 17, 2010, 08:03:39 AM
Oh lawdy. What a great ending! :il_hahaha: :il_hahaha: :il_hahaha:
I never got to read the original ending, since I was really tired yesterday. What was so inappropriate about it? D:
It had more graphic descriptions of Nabeshin/She-Kabapu, and involved an invasion of horny Puuchuus. (Think I got carried away.) This ending is better and funnier in all ways. :D Though I will send you the original by PM if you REALLY want to read it.
Oh, BTW, it was removed by my choice, I was not ordered to do it or anything.
Oh god... Go for it. I need to horrify my friend when he returns from visiting his relatives. ;D
Btw, I think a mod should sticky this thread for bringing us what is possibly the greatest Excel Saga fanfic since Uncreativity's Rape: A Fanfic About Rape. :ehail:
Quote from: Inkwolf on August 16, 2010, 09:04:17 PM
Hmm, no comments at all? Did I go waaay too far over the top?
lol! I didn't think it was
that bad.
Quote from: Lord Il on August 17, 2010, 03:35:31 PM
Quote from: Inkwolf on August 16, 2010, 09:04:17 PM
Hmm, no comments at all? Did I go waaay too far over the top?
lol! I didn't think it was that bad.
I panic in the face of no feedback! :pedronooo:
But the new ending is funnier, anyway, IMO.
I showed it to my friend when he came over. He said it was the greatest story he's ever read.
Quote from: Foggle on August 18, 2010, 11:11:54 AM
I showed it to my friend when he came over. He said it was the greatest story he's ever read.
Tell your friend thanks, and that he needs to read more! :il_hahaha:
One more week of voting! I am in the #27 spot with some stuff still coming up fast behind. I only need to move up a few spaces to be among the finalists! Please vote.
The tricky part, of course, is to remember to click 'Like' after you sign in. :P
http://www.corelquestforthebest.com/index.php?eid=41
I have a Youtube video about it, too, if you're interested...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-o1NpJXcr4
Thanks for the support, guys! I finished at #27. Always a possibility that after review, there will be a few more disqualifications among the top ranks, but if not, I'm proud to be #27 out of 406!
Good job! It's too bad you couldn't stay in the top 25, though. :(
Quote from: Foggle on September 02, 2010, 06:24:04 AM
Good job! It's too bad you couldn't stay in the top 25, though. :(
Not to sound like a whiner, but then they'd just have had to cheat a little harder to pass me. :P Seriously, one entry suddenly gave themselves about 400 votes in two hours, and as the last ten minutes passed, the two in 25th place were racing to outvote each other.
Still, waiting to see if there are any 'adjustments' to the winners list feels like waiting for Al Gore to be confirmed as President. :P I mean, the one person who posted right on their Facebook that they were voting for their 150 Facebook friends still didn't get disqualified for over three weeks after several people reported it.
Quote from: Inkwolf on September 01, 2010, 08:09:04 PM
Thanks for the support, guys! I finished at #27. Always a possibility that after review, there will be a few more disqualifications among the top ranks, but if not, I'm proud to be #27 out of 406!
Hey, I didn't win the HP Netbook 'puter either so don't feel bad. :e_tongue:
#27 is pretty darn impressive just the same!
Considering the number of entrants, that in itself is a good achievement and deserves my congrats. :ehail:
I got an e-mail today saying that I had won one of the runner-up prizes, a Nikon Coolpix camera! Thanks so much for all the help and support! Couldn't have done it without you guys!
I'll be sure to squeeze some Excel Saga art into my future schedule to celebrate! :D
BTW: Rereading the mangas: my favorite Excel Quote of the moment is "I used to walk the path of righteousness, but now my feet are covered by the bunions of moral compromise." (Excel, Book 2)
Great news! Nice job! :lordilsmile: