World Debts
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saladloveHeya SL. Time for you to revive and live and stuff. This is a fic series that I have decided upon. It has absolutely no direction. None at all. But what I wanted to do is make a series of short stories with one underlying theme that hopefully will build up a story.
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Welcome to the Park. Hang out of some interesting people. Meeting place of the weirder side of town. And of course, home to some strange situations. Enjoy!
The sun rose as Ratt, a six foot four demon with black hair, brown eyes, and pale white skin sat at the stand in the park, hands folded within each other, a smile on his face. His horns on his head and onyx colored suit stood out from the bright, happy, innocent park. The sign on his stand read “Achieve Happiness! Sell your soul today!”. Some took the time to throw things at the demon in front of them and yell slurs like “Damned!” and “Hellspawn!” but Ratt never let it get to him. Passers gave him odd looks as they went by, wondering what poor being would ever sell their soul. They soon got their answer.
A young white man wearing a red button up shirt, a pair of blue jeans, a pair of boots, and with well kept brown hair and blue eyes named Vechs sat at the stand, looking at Ratt with determination in his eyes. “What would you like? Money? Power? Women? We can get you nearly anything. Vice is our specialty.” Ratt said cheerfully as he scrambled for the proper papers.
“A second chance” Vechs spoke back, struggling to get the words out.
“At what? Life?” Ratt stopped fumbling as he heard the request. Such a request was never uncommon, many were unhappy and instead of trying to change what they had, they just wanted to start over somewhere else, usually put in a situation even worse like with an abusive family or without one at all.
“With Zisteau.” Vechs’ sat at the stand, voice growing quiet, looking around to make sure no one could hear him.
“Oh, relationships are strictly forbidden. I’m sorry sir.” The human like demon said to him, “Though I can offer you some floozies, or money, or even fame”. Vechs just got up and walked away leaving Ratt to run beside him. “Are you sure you don’t want to sell your soul? There’s so much we can get you! You just have to be willing to part with it!” The demon nearly begged with his sales pitch.
“No. Leave me alone before I call a Preacher.” Vechs said, tucking his hands in his pockets as the demon stopped chasing him, fearful for the Anti-Demon Police Force to be called on him. Vechs walked off and out of the park, looking for some peace. Ratt walked back to his stand, eager to meet his quota.
“The world owes you!” Ratt shouted cheerfully as he sat at his stand, trying to drum up business.
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Clash, a native american man who sported a rough brown beard and a head of hair to match with a phoenix jacket and athletic pants, and Scott, a caucasian man with a more kempt beard, black hair, T-Shirt and jeans walked down the trail in the park, talking about all sorts of things, from religion, to what little they knew about sports, to favorite foods, they covered it all. Then suddenly, Scott turned to his companion. “Run away with me Clash! Lets go find ourselves a nice place and settle down!” The air was silent for a second before both of the men burst into laughter, walking off.
“The world owes us” Scott said jokingly as they exited the park.
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Zisteau, Kurt, and Shawn sat at a bench on one side of the park. Zisteau was a stereotypical Zombie Pigman, flesh falling from his body, with only two changes. A working heart and brain. Capable of not just feeling, but thinking, acting, speaking. Shawn wasn’t much better, a zombie, but what used to be a human. His skin was turning green, though he found ways to keep himself from being too far along. In reality, Shawn was recovering thanks to Kurt’s help. He underwent some treatment that Kurt administered, restarting Shawn’s heart and brain, leaving Shawn dependant only on a pair of goggles to keep himself going. Kurt himself was a fiercely intelligent man, always dressed like the 10th Doctor from Doctor Who.
“Zisteau. Please. Just, why can’t you listen?!” Kurt shouted out.
“Really Zed. You’ve gotta get off that stuff. It’ll ruin your life.” Shawn said in a much more mellow tone, letting the air of the conversation flow.
“I can get off weed anytime I want guys. I just don’t want to. It eases the pain of life.” The pig zombie shot back in typical addict fashion.
“Whatever Zisteau. If you want to keep wasting your life, money, and time on that, be my guest, but if you ever want to wise up, come see me.” Kurt said sternly as he got up and stormed off.
“I’ll talk to him later. But for now. Think about what we said today. He just wants to see you get better.” Shawn said as he got up and followed Kurt off, a limp slightly showing.
“The world owes me.” Zisteau said as he drifted away and lit up a blunt.
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Bdubs, in his white cotton shirt with his dark blue pants, dark black hair and tanned skin walked up beside his best friend by the big tree on the hill in the park. His friend, the blonde Guude who wore an emerald green shirt with eyes to match and lighter blue jeans than his friend waved. “Hey Guy!”
“Heya Guude” Bdubs said as he sat beside him, Guude immediately leaning on Bdubs. Bdubs ran his fingers through Guude’s blonde hair and watched as the sun set. “How often do I say I love you?”
“Every time you see me.” Guude said with a giggle. “Why? Need to know I love you too?”
“No, just need to know how much more I need to say it. A lot more if you were wondering.” Bdubs said with a soft smile before kissing Guude gently. Afterwards, they sat and watched the sun set.
“We owe the world” Guude said with a yawn as day became night and stars filled the skies.
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And so the Park was filled by the strange characters. Demons and potheads, zombies and time travelers, happy and sad, all can be found here, many more adventures lying in wait for them.
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Eep! Don't kill me! I know! It's not great. But this place is dead and I want people to not be dead. Live! Live SL LIVE!
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Welcome to the Park. Hang out of some interesting people. Meeting place of the weirder side of town. And of course, home to some strange situations. Enjoy!
The sun rose as Ratt, a six foot four demon with black hair, brown eyes, and pale white skin sat at the stand in the park, hands folded within each other, a smile on his face. His horns on his head and onyx colored suit stood out from the bright, happy, innocent park. The sign on his stand read “Achieve Happiness! Sell your soul today!”. Some took the time to throw things at the demon in front of them and yell slurs like “Damned!” and “Hellspawn!” but Ratt never let it get to him. Passers gave him odd looks as they went by, wondering what poor being would ever sell their soul. They soon got their answer.
A young white man wearing a red button up shirt, a pair of blue jeans, a pair of boots, and with well kept brown hair and blue eyes named Vechs sat at the stand, looking at Ratt with determination in his eyes. “What would you like? Money? Power? Women? We can get you nearly anything. Vice is our specialty.” Ratt said cheerfully as he scrambled for the proper papers.
“A second chance” Vechs spoke back, struggling to get the words out.
“At what? Life?” Ratt stopped fumbling as he heard the request. Such a request was never uncommon, many were unhappy and instead of trying to change what they had, they just wanted to start over somewhere else, usually put in a situation even worse like with an abusive family or without one at all.
“With Zisteau.” Vechs’ sat at the stand, voice growing quiet, looking around to make sure no one could hear him.
“Oh, relationships are strictly forbidden. I’m sorry sir.” The human like demon said to him, “Though I can offer you some floozies, or money, or even fame”. Vechs just got up and walked away leaving Ratt to run beside him. “Are you sure you don’t want to sell your soul? There’s so much we can get you! You just have to be willing to part with it!” The demon nearly begged with his sales pitch.
“No. Leave me alone before I call a Preacher.” Vechs said, tucking his hands in his pockets as the demon stopped chasing him, fearful for the Anti-Demon Police Force to be called on him. Vechs walked off and out of the park, looking for some peace. Ratt walked back to his stand, eager to meet his quota.
“The world owes you!” Ratt shouted cheerfully as he sat at his stand, trying to drum up business.
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Clash, a native american man who sported a rough brown beard and a head of hair to match with a phoenix jacket and athletic pants, and Scott, a caucasian man with a more kempt beard, black hair, T-Shirt and jeans walked down the trail in the park, talking about all sorts of things, from religion, to what little they knew about sports, to favorite foods, they covered it all. Then suddenly, Scott turned to his companion. “Run away with me Clash! Lets go find ourselves a nice place and settle down!” The air was silent for a second before both of the men burst into laughter, walking off.
“The world owes us” Scott said jokingly as they exited the park.
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Zisteau, Kurt, and Shawn sat at a bench on one side of the park. Zisteau was a stereotypical Zombie Pigman, flesh falling from his body, with only two changes. A working heart and brain. Capable of not just feeling, but thinking, acting, speaking. Shawn wasn’t much better, a zombie, but what used to be a human. His skin was turning green, though he found ways to keep himself from being too far along. In reality, Shawn was recovering thanks to Kurt’s help. He underwent some treatment that Kurt administered, restarting Shawn’s heart and brain, leaving Shawn dependant only on a pair of goggles to keep himself going. Kurt himself was a fiercely intelligent man, always dressed like the 10th Doctor from Doctor Who.
“Zisteau. Please. Just, why can’t you listen?!” Kurt shouted out.
“Really Zed. You’ve gotta get off that stuff. It’ll ruin your life.” Shawn said in a much more mellow tone, letting the air of the conversation flow.
“I can get off weed anytime I want guys. I just don’t want to. It eases the pain of life.” The pig zombie shot back in typical addict fashion.
“Whatever Zisteau. If you want to keep wasting your life, money, and time on that, be my guest, but if you ever want to wise up, come see me.” Kurt said sternly as he got up and stormed off.
“I’ll talk to him later. But for now. Think about what we said today. He just wants to see you get better.” Shawn said as he got up and followed Kurt off, a limp slightly showing.
“The world owes me.” Zisteau said as he drifted away and lit up a blunt.
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Bdubs, in his white cotton shirt with his dark blue pants, dark black hair and tanned skin walked up beside his best friend by the big tree on the hill in the park. His friend, the blonde Guude who wore an emerald green shirt with eyes to match and lighter blue jeans than his friend waved. “Hey Guy!”
“Heya Guude” Bdubs said as he sat beside him, Guude immediately leaning on Bdubs. Bdubs ran his fingers through Guude’s blonde hair and watched as the sun set. “How often do I say I love you?”
“Every time you see me.” Guude said with a giggle. “Why? Need to know I love you too?”
“No, just need to know how much more I need to say it. A lot more if you were wondering.” Bdubs said with a soft smile before kissing Guude gently. Afterwards, they sat and watched the sun set.
“We owe the world” Guude said with a yawn as day became night and stars filled the skies.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And so the Park was filled by the strange characters. Demons and potheads, zombies and time travelers, happy and sad, all can be found here, many more adventures lying in wait for them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Eep! Don't kill me! I know! It's not great. But this place is dead and I want people to not be dead. Live! Live SL LIVE!
