Never Ending Story 2!

Okay guys, since there seems to be a lack of anything RP related because of 1.8 and /spawnmob, we're going to bring it to the forums with the second Never Ending Story :D

So, just like the last topic, all you have to do is add a sentence or two to the post above you to form a story. Simple.
No excessive language, and use the spell check on the forums, and make sure it makes sense.

Douglass Wienchester, a man who had lived isolated in the forest for most of his life, was out taking a morning stroll. Something about the smell of undead burning in the sunlight always seemed to invigorate him. Today his stroll had brought him to the beach not far from his house, where he saw something odd washed up onto the shoreline. He walked over to the shape in the distance, and as he got closer, he could make out more and more of the object. Douglass had suddenly started sprinting over to the object now, as he could clearly make out what it was from this distance.

It was another person. His name was John Shepard.

(There's the lengthy intro everyone, have fun and be creative! :D)

It's about damn time! :D

Douglass ran over to greet John Shepard, John shook his hand and invited Douglass over to his home. Douglass accepted the kind offer.
EDIT: Oh crap, sorry... I skimmed the starting post.. =3

superscope1 wrote:No excessive language, and use the spell check on the forums, and make sure it makes sense.

*cough*

John Shepard was an award winning Shepard, from a long-line of shepards, and shepherded Shepard dogs. He lived in a house befitting an award-winning Shepard. As they sat down he brought some Shepard pie from the pantry.

Wow Ten, XD That's hilarious!!! XD XD XD

Douglass om nom nomed the Shepards pie, and demanded for 8 more plates of it because it was so tasty. His tummy felt really sore, so John said to have some wine, Douglass drank 3 whole bottles and fell on the floor and woke up next morning with a hangover and found John eating a bear for breakfast.

At this, Douglass was confused.

"John, may I ask why you are eating the raw, uncooked carcass of an enormous bear?"

John shepard turned to Douglass with a feral gleam in his eyes.

"Because, Mr. Wienchester..I'm a cannibal."

With a horrifying sound of muscles and bones shifting and changing, John Shephard suddenly took on the form of a terrifying Werebear.

Douglass..

Douglass gasped with fear! Douglass instrinctively grabbed a large carving knife that was lying on the table and starting lashing it at the werebear, the werebear lashed it's claws at Douglass and bit him in the leg, but Douglass had good reflexes and jumped up and stabbed the bear in the throat, but then he yelped out in pain as his leg hurt much more. He crawled around the house to look for some medicine and medical supplies to fix up his wounds...

John shuddered the last ounce of life with a choking gasp, and then lay still. His hulking mass returned to his human form, nothing more than the corpse of an afflicted shephard.

What Douglass did not realize at the time was that the leg wound he now possessed was spreading a cursed disease through the blood in his veins- he had contracted Lycanthropy. Within the next full moon, he too would take the form of a Werebear, unable to control his thoughts or actions.

For now, however, he was too focused on his current objective of finding medical supplies..

Douglass found the medical supplies he was looking for, he patched up the wounds. He wandered around the house, he did things, they consumed hours of the time he had left...

(hold on, mazer. Not so fast. Let's let the story flow for awhile before the full moon rises up in the skies. In addition, it would be best to give some room for others to add to the tale. These last two posts were mainly to get the plot started.)

Faelar Laelither wrote:(hold on, mazer. Not so fast. Let's let the story flow for awhile before the full moon rises up in the skies. In addition, it would be best to give some room for others to add to the tale.)

(Okay, I'll edit it, and remove about half of the bit I added. Mhmm, now we wait for someone else to have a turn.)

(EDIT: Please reply to the PM I sent you, Thanks. :) )

He decided to have a party that night and invited EVERYONE...that he wished gone from the world...

(This doesn't make any sense that he'd have a party for those he wanted gone, considering he didn't know he contracted lycanthropy.)