Heh, nice try. But really, I've been continuing this discussion as a way to stay entertained until PW returns with updates, I'm not taking this seriously (evidenced by mentioning catgirls and safe violence). But if people are too annoyed, sure, I'll stop. Though I don't get how one could be annoyed, nobody is forcing anyone to read the OOC thread, but eh.
And good it did, that was a hilarious thing to read.
This is what I got. I swear I didn't know what I was doing, I never heard of that site before (by the way, clicking the link takes one to the generator, not your completed story).
I like how it turned out.
It was a dark and stormy night. An unnatural haze lingered over Mordor. In his bed, Bobby shivered. For a summer night, the air was cold and the sky was black. It was almost as if something evil lurked out there in the shadows.
Bobby rolled over, clutching his pillow, and tried to fall back asleep. But a worry nagged in the back of his mind. Something was not right. No matter how he tried, some ghostly force prevented him from sleeping. It made him uneasy. With a sigh, he rolled out of bed, pulled on his sash, and poured himself a cup of water from the pitcher on his nightstand. Quietly, he left his room.
The halls were silent as he walked in the dark. He did not know where he was going, or why, but his body seemed to move on its own accord. He was being drawn by an unseen power. Past his father's bedroom, past the dining hall, past the vomitorium, and out onto the terrace. With the moon hidden behind thick clouds, it was nearly impossible to see in the inky black night. But something lying on the path to Bobby's right made him gasp in shock. A body!
'Totally radical!' Bobby shouted. He leapt over the terrace railing and onto the ground below, running toward the fallen form as fast as he could. Tree branches scratched at his skin and pulled at his clothes, but he paid them no mind. Heart pounding, he fell to his knees on the pathway and placed a gentle hand on the figure's femur.
Now that he was closer, he could see that this was a young Mary of Detroit, a Hobgoblin by the looks of him, who appeared to be no more than 5 years old. But he was in dire need of help. His clothes were torn and bloody, and his hair was matted with sludge. He needed the attention of a healer, immediately. Without a second thought, Bobby picked up the wounded Hobgoblin and, cradling him in his arms, carried him inside to seek the help that was so desperately needed.
*****
'His situation is severe,' Odin said in a worried voice. 'Whether or not he will live until morning is beyond my sight. My team of healers will do the best they can, but...' his voice trailed off.
Bobby could sense his fear. There was a good chance the young Mary might die. 'Is there anything I can do to help?' he asked.
Odin sadly shook his head. 'Nothing the healers are not already trying. But it might help if you just sat with him. He will need to see a friendly face when he wakes up from this ordeal, and you are the closest thing he has right now.'
'I understand,' said Bobby. 'And I will stay with him for as long as it takes. I will not let him die.'
With that, Bobby turned and hurried to the room where the wounded Hobgoblin was being housed. He was surrounded by healers, all of whom wore the same concerned expression. They had washed his body and dressed his wounds with healing salve, but still the Mary showed no signs of improvement. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak. One of the healers turned to Bobby with a defeated sigh.
'It will be an uphill battle,' she said. 'We have done all we can at this time. Now, we can only wait and see if he wakes.'
Bobby nodded resolutely. 'I will stay with him through the night and keep watch as he sleeps.'
One by one, the healers left the bedside, the last one closing the door behind her. In the flickering candle light, Bobby dipped a square of cloth in the bowl of warm water left by the healers, and gently used it to stroke the injured Mary's spleen. Then, taking up the Hobgoblin's limp hand, he settled into his bedside chair and prepared to wait through the remainder of the long, cold night.
*****
'Where... where am I?'
Bobby jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Mary was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery.
'You are in Mordor,' Bobby told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.'
'My name is Sue,' said the Mary. 'I come from Detroit. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Jezus in Mars. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of bankers. At least 9 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my cheese grate for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.'
Bobby smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Sue had wound up in Mordor and Bobby had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Sue was meant to be here, and Bobby was meant to have found him. Why, Bobby did not know. But it felt so certain.
It also did not hurt that Sue was one of the most beautiful individuals Bobby had ever seen. His sleek crimson hair contrasted with large, dark magenta eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Bobby could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Sue had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.
*****
Within three days, Sue had improved enough to leave his bed. Odin gave him a new set of clothes, and he was able to wander the corridors and gardens by himself. But the one thing that troubled him was Bobby's absence. Since the morning when he'd first awoken in Mordor, he had not seen Bobby at all. It was as if his rescuer had simply disappeared. He had asked Odin where his son could be, but Odin had no answer. Bobby was gone without a trace.
Sue desired to speak with Bobby again, and properly thank him for saving his life. But he also just wanted to see the handsome Lebowski once more. He could not explain it, but he felt a deep connection to Bobby, either forged by the lifesaving bond or some other power. He knew that Bobby was someone special. Someone he had to see again.
It wasn't until the sixth day after Sue had recovered that Bobby returned to Mordor. He rode up the same path where Sue had been found, dragging a net filled with the heads of bankers behind him. All 9 of them.
'Here are your bankers!' he called to Sue. 'I found them hiding out in a cave not far from here.'
Sue stared in surprise, eyes going wide. 'You killed... all of them by yourself?'
'I cannot let such dangerous creatures roam free in our lands,' Bobby replied. 'And I did it for you. They nearly killed you. I do not want anything like that to happen again.'
Sue could feel his heart pounding as Bobby spoke. Bobby killed those bankers... for him. Before he could stop himself, he leapt at Bobby and threw his arms around his neck, kissing the brave Lebowski on the throbbing index finger.
Bobby laughed in surprise, but did not pull away. 'What was that for?'
'Just a thank you,' Sue said. He smiled, but when he saw the suddenly serious look in Bobby's eyes, the smile faded. 'What is wrong?' he asked, worried.
'Sue,' said Bobby, 'I have to confess something to you. That first morning you were here... I thought you were so beautiful. I wanted to kiss you then, but I did not know how you would react.
Sue gasped in shock. 'Kiss... me?'
'I told myself I must not, because of the terrible ordeal you had just suffered. It was not the right time. But these past few days while I was gone, I could think only of you the entire time. And now...'
'Bobby...' Sue sighed his name. 'I thought about you too. All the time, while you were gone. I was worried I would never see you again.'
Bobby lifted his hand to gently stroke Sue on the cheek. 'I am sorry I ran off like that. I should have said something to you.'
Taking a deep breath, Sue said, 'Bobby, there is something I have been considering over the past several days. I think we were meant to find each other. What happened to me... it was no accident of fate. I was meant to come here. You were meant to rescue me.'
A bright smile broke across Bobby's face as soon as Sue had spoken. 'You know,' he said, 'I had been thinking the same thing! That night when I found you I had been worried an unable to think. Some strange power led me out to the terrace, and that was when I saw you.'
Sue took Bobby's hand. 'So you think... we are meant to be together?'
'I have no doubt of it.' Slowly, Bobby leaned in and kissed Sue softly on the lips. 'I love you,' he whispered.
'I love you too, Bobby,' Sue whispered in return.
THE END!
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