05-21-2012, 04:11 PM
This thread should be about the beauty of Orcworm, and our fantasies involving the mighty one...
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My contribution, which I have managed to remove the sexual tension from with skilled editing:
Orcworm awoke at daybreak, as he had since he was a boy, to the sound of a cockerel’s call. Kissing Lina gently, he thanked God he had been so lucky to find her amongst the others; her beauty was unmatched in his eyes, and her voice all the more soothing when she made him the old favourite - hot gooseberry pie. ‘Yes’ he nodded, she was a good wife.
Work on the ranch was hard; all work of the land was hard. Though it didn’t go without its rewards – a feeling of accomplishment, and security, and the knowledge that he could always provide for his family (which was soon set to flourish). He breathed in the sweet air and sent the last cow on its way.
As always, the town was full of excitement and laughter, with men drunk and singing, and their womenfolk shaking their heads in earnest. Orcworm shook a few warm hands and was offered congratulations on his recent marriage, which he accepted with a nod and a wink – a strange custom to which all the few inhabitants had become used to long ago. As he passed the sheriff’s office, he ducked out of sight – it had, after all, been him who pinched Old George’s chicken’s eggs.
With a relieved sigh, he arrived home and sat down into his favourite armchair…
[spoiler]+1 rep to the guy who remembers this[/spoiler]
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My contribution, which I have managed to remove the sexual tension from with skilled editing:
Orcworm awoke at daybreak, as he had since he was a boy, to the sound of a cockerel’s call. Kissing Lina gently, he thanked God he had been so lucky to find her amongst the others; her beauty was unmatched in his eyes, and her voice all the more soothing when she made him the old favourite - hot gooseberry pie. ‘Yes’ he nodded, she was a good wife.
Work on the ranch was hard; all work of the land was hard. Though it didn’t go without its rewards – a feeling of accomplishment, and security, and the knowledge that he could always provide for his family (which was soon set to flourish). He breathed in the sweet air and sent the last cow on its way.
As always, the town was full of excitement and laughter, with men drunk and singing, and their womenfolk shaking their heads in earnest. Orcworm shook a few warm hands and was offered congratulations on his recent marriage, which he accepted with a nod and a wink – a strange custom to which all the few inhabitants had become used to long ago. As he passed the sheriff’s office, he ducked out of sight – it had, after all, been him who pinched Old George’s chicken’s eggs.
With a relieved sigh, he arrived home and sat down into his favourite armchair…
[spoiler]+1 rep to the guy who remembers this[/spoiler]