Manifest Destiny

[SKILORD]

Actually the cat ends up winning the West for my side, I have no idea from where in my imagination he came from, but here he is, and i like him.

[Centauri18]

Anybody know how to post a custom map? I tried to post it as an attchment but it's supposedly too big. Any ideas?

[SKILORD]

Upload it somewhere and then use the IMG code to link it as a picture.

The kids at CFC just discovered this story, several were unaware that it was a game.

[SKILORD]

i'll have to make a novel out of this soon....

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Youre doing great SKI

[SKILORD]

I know, this story has raised my self confidence tremendously, but it's still of epic magnitude.

[vovan]

Originally posted by SKILORD
I know, this story has raised my self confidence tremendously, but it's still of epic magnitude.

Which one? The story or your self-confidence?

This is a good story, though.

[SKILORD]

My self confidence has grown to about standard....

[SKILORD]

Chapter 13: A Seperate War

The Mountains were daunting from afar. Fluffy couldn't imagine himself on those steep sharp rocks that terrorised the plains from afar, their protective foothills around them.

Fluffy stared in awe as he sat on one of those foothills.

A dog wouldn't have been able to resist the temptation to throw itself into the hopeless abyss, to prove itself greater than nature, an equal to man.

The Cat had no fantasies about being equal to men, in his opinion he had surpassed them.

Fluffy turned about, to see a longhaired white cat, larger than him, but lacking a tail. The other cat was muscled to a point that he could probably have taken down any gaurd in the Empresses Army of the Free West, eventhough they would probably outsize him.

"Done staring ? Ready to go yet?"

"Who the hell are you?"

"I, housecat," the tailless cat spat the word out,"Am thrice the cat you'll ever be. My name is insignificant, it is dwarfed by my presence."

"Likley," Fluffy rolled his slit eyes.

"You gonna climb the mountains?" The insignificantly named cat asked, his tone now polite.

"No!" Fluffy snorted," Who would, look at the things, I don't have a death wish."

The other cat grinned," *****," he held up his pay and looked at it in mock injury,"oh, I broke a poor little housecat nail! Heads will roll! I do declare...."

"I'm no *****...." even to him the attempt seemed weak.

"Prove it," the white paw lifted to the mountains beyond," I'll even go with you, asa a guide. I like it up there, don't know why i came this far down."

The two cats started down the hill, uncertaint of destiny, uncertain of the length of their journey, but pretty sure it would be over by the time Sam Watson was found, whoever he was. LAte into the night laughter could be heard from the little cat camp, where mouse was roasted slightly over a flame.

"You're name is Fluffy?!" would probably continue echoing, preceding the laughter, for months.

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Another journey had also set forth, Pedro and Will had informed the first mate to carry on the voyage and had set out on foot to reclaim the once regent of a sales empire. Horses walked under them as the two talked late into the evenings, about women, sales and anything they could find to keep the awkward silence at bay.

Cities were rare in the inner continent, many had shriveled up, lending their men to countries that had little intent of returning them.

Their clothes soon whittled away to rags as the trekked across the woods and hills of New England, though of course since England isn't included on the Map it wasn't really New England, but, for the sake of understanding we shall call it such.

The battles had left a scar here. Though few had taken place on American soil those damned few made a striking impression on the lands near it, woods decimated to build temporary forts that surrendered to onslaught at the least opprotune moments, such was Canada's luck, though it had been a clever experiment and more solid versions now appeared in the wooded theaters of war, where trenching was all but impossible. Oregon's in particular were supposed to be marvels, which was only one of the miracles Oregon needed to win the war.

Rain, snow, all were greeted equally by the impassive frozen ground, men's footprints likewise, and there was no clear trail left by Sam, if he had left a trailat all. The last person to see him had been the ticketer at the station, but Pedro couldn't follow here, in the past months Railroads had been temporarily nationalised to allow the Third Infantry to move to the front, as Rubber leaked into Canada Blue Casks became more and more plentiful, and they were near invincible defenders.

On the horizon stood their goal, a small shantey of a villiage that had only a Railroad station to support it,

Boston.

[vovan]

Nice.

[SKILORD]

The chapter isn't done, i have to edit it in since i screwed up with the tab key.

The filter took out a certain synonym for cat which refers to certain female organs and also is used to call someone wimpish. It pretty much ruins the humor of the chapter.

[vovan]

Yes, I was wondering what the stras meant.

[SKILORD]

I didn' put them there.

The Chapter's done now, we're narrowing to two plot lines again (I'll finish henry's off really sson)

[ChrisiusMaximus]

I overheard my dog Cassie talking to the neighbours labrador Rover this morning :

"Heeyyy Baby " Rover said to our Cass in a Barry White voice.

"You can stop that nonsense right now Rover! I bet youve been reading that Goober's stories again ."

"Yeah baby, looked at it just this morning when my master went for a James Brown,"

"Oh youre digusting, have you seen that SKILORD story with the talking cats? man is he ever nutcase!"

"Yeah baby," said Rover "everyone knows cats are too dumb to talk least of all light a campfire!"

"My master Chrisius is going to send his legionairy medical core doctors to help this poor guy out, so things should be okay in a little whiles."

"Well thats a relief, tell your master to tell SKILORD to put some hot bit**es in his story, you know what I like Baby!"

Well I can tell you I was utterly disgusted with Rovers dirty talk so I threw a bucket of cold water over him.

Great story SKILORD

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Ive been wondering about a career change and wanted to ask you guys your opinions, I was thinking what about being a Pet Medium you know one of those freaks who stands on a stage and tells people theyve got a message from departed loved ones.

The difference being that my messages would be from peoples departed pets as opposed to their relatives. Tell me if you think Im right but I reckon I could make a fortune.

I mean who can argue with me when I say "Doreen Ive got a message for you from old Rover over from the other side"

"Oh please tell me what the message is oh great Maximo Chrisimo" pants Doreen with tears in her eyes.

The audience looks on with baited breath, "Woof!!" I say and Doreen breaks down thanking me profusely.

What do you think guys? am I onto something here or what?