Scenes by Jade

you pulled this one off quite well ^.^

Merci Beaucoup! Another challenge... JADE MUST EDIT HER WORK BEFORE POSTING!

My challenge is to write something about Zalgo. Not me, but the Internet oddity known as Zalgo. I shall supply you with information, you just need put up the story.

http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/zalgo

And what shall Zalgo be doing where?

Oh, the usual. Corrupting young minds, corrupting old minds, starting the end of the world, that kinda stuff.

I need a specific scenario or situation...

Hmmm...

There is a town in the middle of Saudi Arabia where the purest hearts and souls go to rest before death and passing to paradise. Of course, the more people in paradise, the weaker Zalgo is, so he needs to corrupt them BEFORE they die. If he doesn't, he won't be strong enough to start Catnorak, which will signify the end of the world.

Way to make this difficult for me! I've never been to Saudi Arabia before. Or what Catnorak is.

Catnorak is basicly like Ragnoarak was for the vikings, only for the internet.

End of the world.

....I might not be able to do this one considering I don't understand a word you're talking about.

Ignore that last post. Lol Try....a young warrior, who's leader has died in battle. Valiently, but died none the less. The army is on teh brink of surrender and retreat, but he inspirirses them to continue fighting and shows them how a great warrior should act in times of fear and uncertinty[sp]. They eventually comeback and rally themselves enough to win the battle.

Okay, so this is the scene for Brandy Maxy! I do't think I've ever read and book or seen many movies containing a battle, but I'll try my best.

"Men, we have a serious issue on our hands." He spoke with such strength and bravery, yet his hands shook and he gestured in his speech. This warrior was so young, that announcing grave news was a topic that he was dangerously inexperienced in. Some would say he was too young to lead such a group, but the time had come as his leader fell. "He is dead. Our majestic leader has fallen." There was a ripple of whispers that travelled across the group at these words. "But he was strong!" The young warrior continued. "He was brave! He was Valiant! And he shall carry out this victor was our own!" The speaker punched the air with his fist, but rather than his audience cheering, they remained in their seats as solum as before.
"We're done. It's over." Said another man as he threw his helmet to the ground. The speaker watched it roll to a halt before shaking his head and addressing the crowd once more.
"No! We can fight this! We shall be victorious! Let our leader not have died in vain. Let our other fallen members, no cause their families such terrible grief, knowing that we refused to surrender! We refused to retreat! We refused to hang our heads in shame, and that we, such brave warriors, fought to the end and battled on! Ya!"
"Ya!" Repeated the group, finally jumping to their feet and raising their swards in the air.
"Watch it!" Called someone from the crowd, and ready to continue fighting, they laughed.
The young warrior who had given the speech watched as the crowd hustled and bustled out of the tent. He returned his own helmet to his head, picked up his sward, and took a deep breath. He was ready!
Almost immediately after leaving the tent, he was bombarded by soldiers, the sound of explosions, shouts, and cheers. The fight was on. He ran forward, his sward hi in the air and his armour shining in the sunlight as blood dyed the snow red around him. He swung his sward expertly, making contact with the metal plating of an enemy, much larger than himself. But he was nimble. He twisted him body around and ducked under the muscular arms that almost knocked him off his feet. He plunged his sward into he side of his enemy, and watched the lights leave the black eyes of his opposition. Feeling sad, yet satisfied, he continued forward.
"Sir!" Rang a familiar voice, and he sprinted in the opposite direction, towards the sound. He stopped. As though in slow motion, he fellow commander was falling, the sward of his attacker sliding out of him, and he hit the ground.
"No." The warrior whispered and rand towards his team-mate, thrashing at every obstacle he passed. But it was too late. He had lost another man.
Time passed, and more bodies fell. but the small team of warriors that were left did not give up. At long last, the battle was over. The remaining men stood drenched in the blood of their fellow mates and enemies. There were no words to be said. They each ripped off the black scarfs from around their swards and tied them to the fallen warriors.
They stood back, sighing and roughly wiping away at their tears. They were strong men, but although victorious, they felt such grief for the deceased. But the did not die in vain. It was time to return to their wives.

I hope you like it!