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  • Lets Create a Story II

    A while ago somebody made a post called Lets Create a story. One person would write a small part of a story and the next person would continue it. It was fun and I'd like to do it again. The only rules are keep it not too long and don't post twice in a row.



    An intelligent and natural leader called Chief Shaka of the Zulu looked on as the wandering tribes known as the Zulu Tribes all banned together and all began a new style of living. They all lived right next to each other. The called it a 'city' and they named their first city 'Zimbabwe'.
    "The first man who, having fenced off a plot of land, thought of saying, 'This is mine' and found people simple enough to believe him was the real founder of civil society. How many crimes, wars, murders, how many miseries and horrors might the human race had been spared by the one who, upon pulling up the stakes or filling in the ditch, had shouted to his fellow men: 'Beware of listening to this imposter; you are lost if you forget the fruits of the earth belong to all and that the earth belongs to no one." - Jean-Jacques Rousseau

  • #2
    There was a group of Zulus that they called theScouts. One day, the scouts left Zimbabwe out into the unkown jungle.

    Back at home, Zimbabwe began to slowly grow, and was soon a bustling city of 30,000.

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    • #3
      Soon the scouts were stuck to hiding in the underbrush, to avoid being spotted by strange people they kept seeing. These people were planting fish, and digging holes that filled with water.

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      • #4
        As the scouts were troubled by this, Zimbabwe continued to grow. One day a strange man came near the city. A small warrior group patrolling the area found him. The man was very friendly, told them of great mountains nearby, and gave tehm a map of the surrounding regions. They brought him to the city. However, he brought a horrible plague, and within a few years the city was reduced to only 5,000

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        • #5
          When the scouts finally returned to the once great city of Zimbabwe they found it in ruins, the temples were in disrepair, the markets abandond, and worst of all there was no patrol at the gates. As they went further and further into the city they finally came upon people!

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          • #6
            Some of the people were crawling along the ground like lizards. Their skin was turning black and falling off in large pieces. Boils and warts covered what was left of them.

            However, a small number of people had not been affected. Such is the way of diseases. One of them, a young woman, spoke to the scouts, "My name is Hoka Hoka. I've heard there may be a cure for the plague somewhere in the distant tribal nations just beyond the mountains."


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            Note: I'll try my best not to get the leaders into a fistfight in this story.
            Here is an interesting scenario to check out. The Vietnam war is cool.

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            • #7
              One of the elders came up to the leader of the scouts and in a barely audible whisper told him "Don't go they'll eat you..." When the old man finished he wobbled away. "It was as if he was never affected" said Mah, leader of the scouts.

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              • #8
                LOL, all I was trying to do was simulate disease in Zimbabwe from the jungle!

                Mah left the center of the city and looked at the survivors. They looked somewhat--different. Like they were of a different tribe.

                Then he realized what had happened! He began to yell, and called for the people to take up arms against these foreign oppressors! Hoka Hoka and 4 other survivors all fired arrows at him--all missed. Mah ran and ran and ran--out to the jungle again. Back in the city, however, the few Zulu survivors had heard him, and had taken all weapons they could find. But they're wooden clubs were no match for the oppressors' bronze-tipped arrows. Within days, the resistance had ended, and Zimbabwe had been completely conquered by the Aztec Empire.

                Mah, however, knew nothing of this...

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                • #9
                  Mah rested overnight under the umbrella of a lush pineapple glade. He awoke in the morning and was filled with horror. For his hands and body were covered in the same boils and blackness that he had seen on the people of Zimbabwe.

                  Back in Zimbabwe the ruthless egyptians forced the few survivors to work on the infrastructure of the city to make it worthy of joining Cleopatra's glorious empire.
                  Here is an interesting scenario to check out. The Vietnam war is cool.

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                  • #10
                    Mah knew what he had to do. he had to cross the mountains and find the cure before he died.
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                    you gave my charecter a disease you butthead

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                    • #11
                      Unfortunately for Mah, who was now making his way slowly across an open, oppressively hot plain, he had run into the center of an operation to flush out Zulu survivors by the Aztecs and their Egyptian allies. Aztec Jaguar Warriors stealthily made their ways through the long-grass, battle-axes in hands. Tlozin, the leader of the party, was an experience soldier, a Chosen Warrior. Indeed, he had been ordered to catch these Zulus for a special reason. Looking at a recently captured Zulu, he said quietly to one of his warriors, "These ones will go to Tenochtitlan to soothe the Feathered Serpent, and may he rain to our parched lands in blessing." Mah was in the middle of a dozen Jaguar Warriors, hidden by the grass. Luckily, he too was hidden. Slowly, however, he made his way forward towards one of his unseen enemies.

                      Meanwhile, as Zimbabwe burned, Shaka and his band of survivors set out across the plain, their impi blocking their movements against the approaching enemy. "We will rise again," he said, clenching his fist, and looking down at a captured Aztec who kneeled before him, "We will rise again." Then, he took the end of his spear, and sliced the Aztec's neck.

                      Mah was coming ever closer towards the Jaguar Warriors. Suddenly...
                      Empire growing,
                      Pleasures flowing,
                      Fortune smiles and so should you.

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                      • #12
                        Suddenly he was gabbed by the arms, two men with very strong hands pulled him toward the ground...all was black.... when Mah awoke he found himself in a cage with many others of his once fine city. as he looked around he saw that the door wasn't locked, but there were at least five armed guard around.He sat back and ponderd...

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                        • #13
                          Tlozin let out a cry that Mah could not understand. He could see patterns of smoke coming from the ridge of a nearby ridge. Mah relized the aztec scouts were signalling something important.

                          Far to the other side of the ridge, Shaka and his band observed the smoke patterns with suspicion. Perhaps enemies had seen them. Or maybe it was a trick. He alerted his men, and despite being tired from fleeing the city, prepared to pursue whoever was making the smoke.

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                          Mah deserved the disease for running away from a
                          fight, you bunghole.
                          Here is an interesting scenario to check out. The Vietnam war is cool.

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                          • #14
                            As he did so, another of his Zulu comrades was tossed into the cage, which sat just outside the plain. The hunt was still going on it seemed. Tlozin was back, however, blood smeared across his forehead. He spoke to one of the guards of Mah's cage, saying, "That's all we can find here. We'll move on to the south, hunt a little more, and then tomorrow we shall leave for Tenochtitlan. I feel that Montezuma shall have a promotion in store for me. The capture of all these perfect victims for sacrifice will be more than enough to please the gods." At least, thought Mah, he would be going across the White Mountains on the way to the center of the Aztec Empire, but it seemed as if he were to die anyway. He suddenly thought of being carved up on one of their altars, and shuddered. Suddenly, the cage was lifted by the bearers, and they moved on.
                            Empire growing,
                            Pleasures flowing,
                            Fortune smiles and so should you.

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                            • #15
                              ...Tlozin then spoke to one of his officers, "You must take the party onward to find more victims, but now it seems I must go up to the battlelines to join our regiment. The Egyptians have turned on us, seeing our weakness. They feel they can destroy the better part of our army by attacking us, and then overwhelm us. We shall not falter. We shall see victory." Then Tlozin ran onward, towards the battlelines.
                              Empire growing,
                              Pleasures flowing,
                              Fortune smiles and so should you.

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