Post by babclayman on Dec 8, 2008 13:43:53 GMT -5
Ok, here is a Christmas story i'm doing.
I will try to inclued at least one of everyones character in this story and i'll probably finish it even if Christmas is long over. X3
Anyway. i hope you guys like =3
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The winter season had reached the city of Gruteley. Snow gently floated down from the grey clouded sky, layering the ground with a thick white blanket all over the area. The rivers tops froze solid with thick ice which up creek in the country area, many animals (Mainly of the canine race) skidded across the frozen waters; sometimes slipping and falling over onto their bellies. The farm situated close to the river was covered with more snow and more animals to who most dogs, matched the colour of the snow, creating a camouflage for them with only their black spots revealing where they were.
One pup’s spots eased across the icy layer heading towards the doggy door of the Farmhouse; once they jumped through the flap into the toast warmth of the house lounge, the cold iciness dripped off him, making a miniature puddle however revealing the spot pattern on him in a little more detail. The ears of the pups were both pure black while their spots were multiple on the back, but with careful examination; make out the shape of a horseshoe. The pup shook off some last dampness before running up the wooden staircase to a room which was stationed somewhere in the attic.
Within the attic were three more pups. Two of them stood by a small radio, one of them, had black ears which on their right one, three white spots stood out, and upon his back, a blob like spot lay ever so casual. The second was a bit smaller than the first; their ears were both white with an earring going through one of them and over his left eye, a black layer of fur ringed around it. As the music from the radio rang out, the pups moved their paws around on the floor in a so what rhythmic way, the larger of the two watched the smaller one, checking to see if he was copying what the smaller one did right.
While to the dark area near the crawl space, a female pup whose fur was dyed pure black aside from the one white spot she had on one of her ears, they stared into a glass like ball which was placed on top of a few CD boxes with a purple sheet thrown over them. She stared into the ball as if something was going on within it.
The horseshoe pup walked past the trio and up to the young male human who sat by the computer. On the computer screen, there was a video game; who’s graphics looked like something out of a Pixar film however when ever a certain camera perspective changed in a cut scene or the player character talked to an NPC (Non-Playable-Character) the game was cut to a loading screen which stayed there for 20 seconds before loading one sentence, then started to load again. The human who was at the keyboard of the computer typed with one hand, while in the other, he held a phone to his ear, a interfered and gruff led voice came from the other end.
“Roger! Is that game ready yet?”
“Not yet Mr. Ages.” The human shook his head “There are still a whole lot of things the game needs to improve on.”
“Well get on with it!” the voice said “This game has got to be sent to us by next week so we can release it for the Christmas rush.”
“Sir! Like I said, there is still a lot to fix. Like the load times and the glitches that happen. I still haven’t even gone with testers yet! Why can’t we try releasing this in the Easter…?” Roger was cut off
“Well get the testers and send the game Now!” the phone hung up.
Roger dropped the phone and began to type with his other hand. The horseshoe pup picked up a small rouge ball in his mouth next to the chest that the two dancing pups were standing beside before walking to Roger and dropping the ball at his feet. He barked…no reply…the pup barked again…still no reply…the pup barked once more…
“LUCKY!” Roger snapped, Lucky jumped back “I don’t have time right now.” Roger sighed before going back to the screen “I got to finish this game by the end of today and it needs to be good if I’m ever going to get my Christmas bonus this year. I don’t want to get a second job this year selling butt scratchers at the baseball stadium again.” He typed some more before going “Well I’m sure that the glitches may be very hard to find. Plus…all games have long loading times these days. Now all I need are testers.”
He heard some barks and yips behind him.
“Excuse me?” Kit walked up timidly to Spooki “I think one of the CD’s that Clayton and I want is under your sheet as a stand. Can we please have it for a moment please?”
Spooki looked up to Kit from her gaze and spoke in the French voice she normally spoke in “Oh? Doez zhe Gypzee puppy wish to have zhe “Velvit Undergound” CD oui?
Kit nodded “Yes please.”
“Well…” Spooki rubbed her chin “Dependz. You wizh to teach your vriend zhe art of dance oui? While if you take zhe CD it will dizrupt my zeeing on zhe art of fortune.”
Kit dropped his ears, not knowing what to respond with; Clayton stepped forward “Please.” He said “We’re asking you nicely. Can we please have the CD…?”
Before Spooki could answer, the three along with Lucky were grabbed by Roger and flung against four controllers plugged into the computer.
“Ok.” Roger said “You guys are now my testers.” He watched at what they would do
Kit gulped looking at the controller before looking to Clayton “What do I do?” he asked.
“Just press the buttons.” Clayton said “And if I know a Roger game, it’s normally; A for jump, B attack, and that stick is move.”
Lucky was already in the game, however what Lucky did on the controller, the game always responded four seconds late. “The controls are very stiff in this.” He told the others.
“Normally, I ztay away from theze idiot boxes.” Spooki said, still not having touched her controller “And it iz ixamples like thiz why I don’t!” she turned away and went back to her ball.
“The music is quite good.” Kit was simply pressing random buttons on his controller “The tunes are catchy.”
“That’s one redeeming quality about the game.” Clayton shrugged “However they can cut down the loading time and…You’re kidding me!”
Clayton tried a mission on where someone asks you to find another person, however the person they are looking for, was the person who set you the mission.
“Excuse me for a second.” Clayton turned away and left the room for a minute, during his absence; muffled curses, screams and swears where coming from outside the door in his voice. Clayton returned, he panted hard, his hair was all ruffled and his eye was slightly twitching, he spoke “Overall. I hate this game.”
“Agreed.” Lucky nodded, walking away from the controller, heading for the door.
“I guess I’m going to have to take your word for it.” Kit stepped away from the controller and followed Clayton.
“Come on.” Lucky said “It’s nearly Lunch. We better get to the chow tower while there’s still something to eat. There won’t be anything left if Rolly beats us to it.” Clayton & Kit nodded before following Lucky out the room. Spooki rolled he eyes and went back into staring into the ball.
Roger didn’t hear the criticism though, only yips, barks and what he wanted to hear, meaning that he heard only positive remarks. He grabbed a blank CD from one of the racks and inserted it into the computer before he highlighted the game files and clicked burn. The burn took about 5 hours, each minute of that; Roger paced up and down looking back to the computer every minute seeing if it was done. Eventually, the burn was finished. He took the CD out, stuffed it into an envelope and ran out the room down the stairs.
He ran through the lounge, he was nearly at the door, but not before he almost tripped over Puffy & Slayer, plucking at an old guitar, surprisingly making a pretty catchy tune with it.
“Careful Fellas.” Roger said, as he jumped over the pups and out through the door. Puffy & Slayer only shrugged before going back to playing with the guitar.
Roger reached the spotted mail box (just barely see able in the snow) at the fence which acted as the entrance to the farm, he threw the envelope in before shaking. He was freezing after having run out into the icy cold without anything but his normal shirt and jeans he wore indoors. He ran back into the house, jumping over Puffy & Slayer again before collapsing onto the dark emerald chair which was positioned by the fire.
Some pups that were also in the lounge stared confused at the human, before they went back to what they were doing.
One week past
Roger walked up and down in the lounge, he held the phone to his ear while pups sat on the chairs and sofa or up from the floor watching what he was saying.
“See!” Roger said “I told you the game needed more time to be done. We could have gone with four more months and released the game in the Easter market like I suggested and…What? What!? What! Fine…Goodbye Mr. Ages.” Roger hung the phone up before he threw the phone against a chair with hard force. Puppies scrambled to avoid getting hit with the handset.
They yipped and barked.
These barks were heard from upstairs.
Anita sat in the same room in which the computer Roger worked on was too. At a table opposite to the workstation, she held a piece of measuring tape (usually she held it round her neck) across a scarlet piece of cloth, at both ends of this cloth, two animals stood holding each end of the cloth in their mouths holding it up. One of the animals was like most of the animals on the farm, a spotted Dalmatian, Male, however along the bridge of their muzzle, a fair few of multiple spots laid like freckles, the other animal was feline, possibly a grey tabby, feminine, and if you squint, it almost looks as if there is a lizard crawling around in her fur.
Anita turned to look to the door where the noise was coming from, the pup and cat looked to the door too, dropping the cloth they were holding.
Anita walked out the room, the two animals followed.
“Roger darling, what is it?” Anita asked as she stepped down the stairs seeing the commotion.
Roger looked to his wife “That game I’ve been working on was a flop.” He answered “It’s been given a 0.0001% rating from ‘Putrid Shrubbery’ Games Magazine. And now, the games company lays all the blame on me and is refusing my 40% share of the profit it makes.” He slumped into the chair in which the pups fled from. “I hate to admit it, but it seems we need to stretch your bonus pay from Cruella as little further this year.
“Ah…” Anita nodded “About the bonus…”
As they watched over the banisters, the cat asked the pup “Freckles? What do you think they’re talking about?”
“Well…” Freckles said raising one of his eyebrows “If I am right on this, Silky; I think this year’s holiday season is going to be really cheap…”
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Roger, Anita & Freckles (c) Disney
Lucky (c) Dodie Smth
Spooki (c) Tac
Kit (c) Kit
Clayton & Mr. Ages (c) Me
Silky (c) Crow
Puffy (c) Puffy
Slayer (c) Slayer
I will try to inclued at least one of everyones character in this story and i'll probably finish it even if Christmas is long over. X3
Anyway. i hope you guys like =3
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The winter season had reached the city of Gruteley. Snow gently floated down from the grey clouded sky, layering the ground with a thick white blanket all over the area. The rivers tops froze solid with thick ice which up creek in the country area, many animals (Mainly of the canine race) skidded across the frozen waters; sometimes slipping and falling over onto their bellies. The farm situated close to the river was covered with more snow and more animals to who most dogs, matched the colour of the snow, creating a camouflage for them with only their black spots revealing where they were.
One pup’s spots eased across the icy layer heading towards the doggy door of the Farmhouse; once they jumped through the flap into the toast warmth of the house lounge, the cold iciness dripped off him, making a miniature puddle however revealing the spot pattern on him in a little more detail. The ears of the pups were both pure black while their spots were multiple on the back, but with careful examination; make out the shape of a horseshoe. The pup shook off some last dampness before running up the wooden staircase to a room which was stationed somewhere in the attic.
Within the attic were three more pups. Two of them stood by a small radio, one of them, had black ears which on their right one, three white spots stood out, and upon his back, a blob like spot lay ever so casual. The second was a bit smaller than the first; their ears were both white with an earring going through one of them and over his left eye, a black layer of fur ringed around it. As the music from the radio rang out, the pups moved their paws around on the floor in a so what rhythmic way, the larger of the two watched the smaller one, checking to see if he was copying what the smaller one did right.
While to the dark area near the crawl space, a female pup whose fur was dyed pure black aside from the one white spot she had on one of her ears, they stared into a glass like ball which was placed on top of a few CD boxes with a purple sheet thrown over them. She stared into the ball as if something was going on within it.
The horseshoe pup walked past the trio and up to the young male human who sat by the computer. On the computer screen, there was a video game; who’s graphics looked like something out of a Pixar film however when ever a certain camera perspective changed in a cut scene or the player character talked to an NPC (Non-Playable-Character) the game was cut to a loading screen which stayed there for 20 seconds before loading one sentence, then started to load again. The human who was at the keyboard of the computer typed with one hand, while in the other, he held a phone to his ear, a interfered and gruff led voice came from the other end.
“Roger! Is that game ready yet?”
“Not yet Mr. Ages.” The human shook his head “There are still a whole lot of things the game needs to improve on.”
“Well get on with it!” the voice said “This game has got to be sent to us by next week so we can release it for the Christmas rush.”
“Sir! Like I said, there is still a lot to fix. Like the load times and the glitches that happen. I still haven’t even gone with testers yet! Why can’t we try releasing this in the Easter…?” Roger was cut off
“Well get the testers and send the game Now!” the phone hung up.
Roger dropped the phone and began to type with his other hand. The horseshoe pup picked up a small rouge ball in his mouth next to the chest that the two dancing pups were standing beside before walking to Roger and dropping the ball at his feet. He barked…no reply…the pup barked again…still no reply…the pup barked once more…
“LUCKY!” Roger snapped, Lucky jumped back “I don’t have time right now.” Roger sighed before going back to the screen “I got to finish this game by the end of today and it needs to be good if I’m ever going to get my Christmas bonus this year. I don’t want to get a second job this year selling butt scratchers at the baseball stadium again.” He typed some more before going “Well I’m sure that the glitches may be very hard to find. Plus…all games have long loading times these days. Now all I need are testers.”
He heard some barks and yips behind him.
“Excuse me?” Kit walked up timidly to Spooki “I think one of the CD’s that Clayton and I want is under your sheet as a stand. Can we please have it for a moment please?”
Spooki looked up to Kit from her gaze and spoke in the French voice she normally spoke in “Oh? Doez zhe Gypzee puppy wish to have zhe “Velvit Undergound” CD oui?
Kit nodded “Yes please.”
“Well…” Spooki rubbed her chin “Dependz. You wizh to teach your vriend zhe art of dance oui? While if you take zhe CD it will dizrupt my zeeing on zhe art of fortune.”
Kit dropped his ears, not knowing what to respond with; Clayton stepped forward “Please.” He said “We’re asking you nicely. Can we please have the CD…?”
Before Spooki could answer, the three along with Lucky were grabbed by Roger and flung against four controllers plugged into the computer.
“Ok.” Roger said “You guys are now my testers.” He watched at what they would do
Kit gulped looking at the controller before looking to Clayton “What do I do?” he asked.
“Just press the buttons.” Clayton said “And if I know a Roger game, it’s normally; A for jump, B attack, and that stick is move.”
Lucky was already in the game, however what Lucky did on the controller, the game always responded four seconds late. “The controls are very stiff in this.” He told the others.
“Normally, I ztay away from theze idiot boxes.” Spooki said, still not having touched her controller “And it iz ixamples like thiz why I don’t!” she turned away and went back to her ball.
“The music is quite good.” Kit was simply pressing random buttons on his controller “The tunes are catchy.”
“That’s one redeeming quality about the game.” Clayton shrugged “However they can cut down the loading time and…You’re kidding me!”
Clayton tried a mission on where someone asks you to find another person, however the person they are looking for, was the person who set you the mission.
“Excuse me for a second.” Clayton turned away and left the room for a minute, during his absence; muffled curses, screams and swears where coming from outside the door in his voice. Clayton returned, he panted hard, his hair was all ruffled and his eye was slightly twitching, he spoke “Overall. I hate this game.”
“Agreed.” Lucky nodded, walking away from the controller, heading for the door.
“I guess I’m going to have to take your word for it.” Kit stepped away from the controller and followed Clayton.
“Come on.” Lucky said “It’s nearly Lunch. We better get to the chow tower while there’s still something to eat. There won’t be anything left if Rolly beats us to it.” Clayton & Kit nodded before following Lucky out the room. Spooki rolled he eyes and went back into staring into the ball.
Roger didn’t hear the criticism though, only yips, barks and what he wanted to hear, meaning that he heard only positive remarks. He grabbed a blank CD from one of the racks and inserted it into the computer before he highlighted the game files and clicked burn. The burn took about 5 hours, each minute of that; Roger paced up and down looking back to the computer every minute seeing if it was done. Eventually, the burn was finished. He took the CD out, stuffed it into an envelope and ran out the room down the stairs.
He ran through the lounge, he was nearly at the door, but not before he almost tripped over Puffy & Slayer, plucking at an old guitar, surprisingly making a pretty catchy tune with it.
“Careful Fellas.” Roger said, as he jumped over the pups and out through the door. Puffy & Slayer only shrugged before going back to playing with the guitar.
Roger reached the spotted mail box (just barely see able in the snow) at the fence which acted as the entrance to the farm, he threw the envelope in before shaking. He was freezing after having run out into the icy cold without anything but his normal shirt and jeans he wore indoors. He ran back into the house, jumping over Puffy & Slayer again before collapsing onto the dark emerald chair which was positioned by the fire.
Some pups that were also in the lounge stared confused at the human, before they went back to what they were doing.
One week past
Roger walked up and down in the lounge, he held the phone to his ear while pups sat on the chairs and sofa or up from the floor watching what he was saying.
“See!” Roger said “I told you the game needed more time to be done. We could have gone with four more months and released the game in the Easter market like I suggested and…What? What!? What! Fine…Goodbye Mr. Ages.” Roger hung the phone up before he threw the phone against a chair with hard force. Puppies scrambled to avoid getting hit with the handset.
They yipped and barked.
These barks were heard from upstairs.
Anita sat in the same room in which the computer Roger worked on was too. At a table opposite to the workstation, she held a piece of measuring tape (usually she held it round her neck) across a scarlet piece of cloth, at both ends of this cloth, two animals stood holding each end of the cloth in their mouths holding it up. One of the animals was like most of the animals on the farm, a spotted Dalmatian, Male, however along the bridge of their muzzle, a fair few of multiple spots laid like freckles, the other animal was feline, possibly a grey tabby, feminine, and if you squint, it almost looks as if there is a lizard crawling around in her fur.
Anita turned to look to the door where the noise was coming from, the pup and cat looked to the door too, dropping the cloth they were holding.
Anita walked out the room, the two animals followed.
“Roger darling, what is it?” Anita asked as she stepped down the stairs seeing the commotion.
Roger looked to his wife “That game I’ve been working on was a flop.” He answered “It’s been given a 0.0001% rating from ‘Putrid Shrubbery’ Games Magazine. And now, the games company lays all the blame on me and is refusing my 40% share of the profit it makes.” He slumped into the chair in which the pups fled from. “I hate to admit it, but it seems we need to stretch your bonus pay from Cruella as little further this year.
“Ah…” Anita nodded “About the bonus…”
As they watched over the banisters, the cat asked the pup “Freckles? What do you think they’re talking about?”
“Well…” Freckles said raising one of his eyebrows “If I am right on this, Silky; I think this year’s holiday season is going to be really cheap…”
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Roger, Anita & Freckles (c) Disney
Lucky (c) Dodie Smth
Spooki (c) Tac
Kit (c) Kit
Clayton & Mr. Ages (c) Me
Silky (c) Crow
Puffy (c) Puffy
Slayer (c) Slayer