Lila Completed

What do you get when you cross bored gods, magical orbs, killing games, acid, and a bunch of confused people from across Entirety...?

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--By the Random Body of Water--

"Raagh!" Rokkskar roared as he pulled that last shard of glass out of his flesh, wincing at the pain. Sure, he could've went down the elevator; but his looks alone could provoke someone. And he wanted a few meals before he was going to let anyone kill him. But he wasn't going to dwell on that thought forever, and decided to just admire the ocean. The best part of it being was the food it provided. Skar had caught a few fish; but eating them.. was really something. No matter how much he ate, he was still as hungry as before. Deciding that maybe his new powers could help, Skar closed his eyes and concentrated on making a human corpse out of thin air; he failed. Instead, he was greeted with a talking olive who introduced itself as Charles.

"Good day, kind sir! How are you on this fi-" was the last words it spoke before the great beastman stomped on it; he seriously did not want to be greeted as a friend. Or as 'good'. Skar had worked really hard prior to this 'game' to gain a reputation.. Here, he was nobody. No one feared him; but he feared them. There was no escape. No boats, no strange portals, nothing. Skar sighed, and layed back against the sandy beach, closing his dreary eyes and finally falling asleep.. Hoping no one would come over and slit his throat in the night.

Mr. Thorren

--Flower Shop--

Mr. Thorren had barely set his last flower pot before he heard a noise coming from the door - a knock, or was it a tap? Mr. Thorren was unsure of whether it was a customer, or one of those bastards come to kill him. Still, there was only one way to find out. He walked cautiously up to the door, thrusting his hand toward the knob, grasping it firmly and turning. What fate was in store for him behind this mysterious door?


(Bears and gods and cliffhangers, oh my!)

{Seriously, that last sentence reminds of those cheesy cartoons.. hoorah ^_^}