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Old 01-08-2018, 04:28 PM   #41 (permalink)
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Old 01-08-2018, 06:41 PM   #42 (permalink)
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Frownland is the Frownman: A Frownfiction Season 1 Finale

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The Hourglass: Part Two


When perception bleeds into the eternal stream, all is everything and forever. I have been here for as many days as there are streaks across my flesh, and yet I have always been here. The wind screams and the water bites, the breath and teeth of a mouth from beyond the stars. And I live. Without food, and without light, yet I live. Like a lifeless edge that knows to cut, but knows not why, I live. And I count.

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"Welcome to the Burger Duke. May I take your order?" asked Batlord into the microphone, as he covertly rubbed a burger against his right armpit, before placing it in a bag.

"What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss?" replied a voice through the fuzzy speakers hooked up to the aging drive-through system.

"I don't know. Are you gonna order something or not?"

"Call it," replied the voice.

The Batlord shrugged lightly to himself. "A number two meal it is." Having said that, he defecated into a burger wrapper, and tossed it into a bag. "That'll be, like, a million bucks. Pull up to the next window, and have a nice day, sir."

"Call it," repeated the voice.

Rolling his eyes, Batlord replied "Alright, fine. If it'll make you fuck off faster, then heads."

Over the speaker, Batlord heard a sharp click of metal as a coin was flipped, and then a clatter as the coin ricocheted off of the dashboard. "Fuck," muttered the voice. "Hold on."

"Ayyyy, Batlord!" yelled a cheery voice. Turning around, Batlord could see that it was Mindfulness, who was now his boss, after having recently been promoted to the franchise manager. To punctuate his happiness, Mindfulness pulled a smiling severed head out of his coat pocket, and threw it at Batlord.

"Fuck off," replied Batlord in a cheery voice.

"Damn it," muttered the voice over the speaker. "I saw it go down here... why do I even have so many napkins on the floor?"

"Ayyy, you joke with me, yeah yeah yeah? Bats? You're a good dude, man. We'll weed smoke later, after I go for a jog, yes?" said Mindfulness.

"Uh..." replied Batlord, as Mindfulness pulled a stuffed dog that was frozen into a shrug out of his pocket.

"Yo," said Mindfulness, "before I head out, I had a question, you feel me, yeah?"

"Shoot," replied Batlord.

Mindfulness pointed at a small door to the side. "Ever since I work here, yeah, I like always wondered, what's behind this door? Yeah?"

Batlord shrugged. "Just a storage closet, I think. I heard that the old manager used to store crack in there, or something like that. Why?"

Mindfulness smiled, and pulled a key out of his pocket. "Check it, ayyyy. I got the master key! Lezz open dis bitch!"

Having said that, Mindfulness unlocked the door and threw it open.

"Time is a worm... stretching, eating, and out of it comes the soil of reality... the... the... light! The Light!" shrieked a voice.

Looking into the closet, Batlord and Mindfulness saw a figure huddled into the back corner, covered in small cuts.

Taking a closer look, Batlord recognized the mysterious creature. "Frownland? Is that you?"

"Gah!" replied Frownland. "The worm lies!"

"Woah, dis is some fucked up shit, ayyyyyy!" said Mindfulness as he lit up a blunt.

Narrowing his eyes as he peered into the dark closet, Batlord saw a large opened crate of Burger Duke donuts, a horrible abomination of pre-made and non-perishable food that had been discontinued years ago, after it had been learned that the dough had been made from ground orphan bones.

"Uh, no offense Frownland, but... you're looking kinda fat. I mean, even by my standards," said Batlord.

Frownland hissed.

"God damn it," spoke another voice. Turning around, Batlord and Mindfulness came face to face with Frownland's mother. "Frownland! Every time I leave for a few minutes while I go to run an errand, you lock yourself in a storage closet and slash yourself with a razor! Every. God. Damn. Time! WHY?!"

"THE WORM!" replied Frownland, as he dashed out of the closet and ran naked into the street.

Frownland's mom put a hand to her forehead. "What did I do to deserve this? What did I do wrong? Did I not beat him enough? Did I beat him too much?" Shaking her head, she pulled a twenty out of her purse and gave it to Mindfulness. "Here. This should pay for those donuts. I am so sorry."

"Ayyy, It's no-" began to reply Mindfulnss, when the universe suddenly ended. Because the writer had to go to work. Damn work. The end.
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Old 01-08-2018, 07:08 PM   #43 (permalink)
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interesting story Oriphiel

Universe didnt end in September ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

--- Here is my story ---

Oriphiel, would have got the best writer vote if I knew of this thread. Oriphiel writes a book about musicbanter, with chapters n all.


I voted for rubber_soul because he said he was from a writing forum website.
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I was wondering about that. I am from a writing forum but I hadn't written anything here at the time you nominated me. Thanks for the nom anyway though
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Old 01-11-2018, 08:15 AM   #45 (permalink)
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damn so you really do write books about members,
with chapters and everything.

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Old 03-06-2018, 03:36 PM   #46 (permalink)
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Frownland and OccultHawk Save Education


Evening fell upon the land, as the sun went down on America like the cosmic strumpet that she is. Like clockwork, the White People family was gathered for dinner. Bob, the patriarch, was carving the roasted turkey, smiling and laughing like he was in a toothpaste commercial. Mary, the matriarch, was laughing along with him, while covertly injecting a syringe of alcohol directly into her bloodstream to temporarily dull the pain of her existence. Suzy, the teenaged daughter, was reading a shitty book about vampires that fuck each other instead of killing people. And Jimmy, oh poor Jimmy, the son of the family, was trying to act normal, while the pain of his having flunked a test that day burned his spirit with the hot fury of a slice of pizza that you just had to bite before letting it cool off.

"So," spake the father, "Jimmy, how stands thine Education? Hath it much mirth and firth?"

Alas, under such steadfast enquiry, Jimmy could restrain his shame no longer, and he soon regaled the tale of his vile flunkiture. His parents gasped. His neighbors gasped. His sister burped. The earth told the sun to keep going.

"How could this be?" asked the father. "Doth no flicker of respect in thine breast yet dwell for what once was thy guiding flame? Hath thee no more love for the almighty institution of Education?"

"HA HA HA HA HA, WHAT A CARD," said the mother as she slumped over, her consciousness departing faster than a dudebro ditching a trend after realizing that it won't get him any pussy.

"You don't understand," pleaded Jimmy tearfully. "It's not my fault! I've been trying so hard! You see, in truth, I'm not to blame for my failure. My Education is."

"What means this?" asked the father. "Expound."

"Expound I shall," answered Jimmy. "You see, in spite of my best efforts, my teachers were inadequate to my needs. And so you see, as I said it to be, my Education has truly failed me!"

"How horrible!" yelled the father.

"I agree," said Frownland, stepping out of the nearby coat closet.

The father turned to face the foreign voice. "Who art thou? And how comes thee to mine abode?"

"Frownland," answered The Frownman, "and as for how I got here, well, every closet in the world is connected to my home."

"Intruder! Away with thee!" shouted the father, shepherding his children to safety. Alas, if only he knew that his efforts were in vain, for no child can ever be safe from Frownland.

Opening his terrible maw until his true face was revealed from the depths of his gullet, Frownland sang the Timeless Song of Misery, the notes of which paralyzed the White People family. Stepping forward, he extracted the memories of Jimmy to see if he had accused Education rightfully before, and found that it was so. Education had indeed failed him.

"Hmm," pondered Frownland, wisps of patchy hair floating to the ground as he stroked his beard. "Something must be done about this. Why, though many a child I have devoured, to deprive them of an Education is a torture so abominable that even I must shudder. To keep them from higher intellect is to shut them out from life itself, as if their very minds were being aborted..."

The front door became a cloud of splinters as OccultHawk dashed into the house. His swollen member was already in hand. "Did someone say 'aborted'?"

"Why, yes, my old friend," said Frownland. "I did indeed. But, alas, it was not fetuses of which I spoke, but brains."

"Sounds kinky," said OccultHawk. "I'm game."

Sighing, Frownland explained the situation in proper to OccultHawk.

"Oh," said OccultHawk. "You know, I used to be a part of the great Education. Maybe I could help you fix it up."

Frownland smiled, the sentient bacteria coating his teeth shrieking as his open mouth flooded with bright lamplight. "That would be most welcome."

They got to work. About an hour of montaging later, they had the solution.

"We call it, 'Some Children Left Behind,'" said OccultHawk, as he presented the system to The Cosmic Board of Education. His powerpoint presentation was comprised of three slides; the first was of a pair of tits, because hey, tits. The second was a picture of a jazz musician shitting into a trombone. The third was the word 'Crumpets'. Perhaps a bit abstract, but if The Board didn't understand the genius of it, that was their problem.

"Indeed," chimed in Frownland. "The concept revolves around the idea that children are horrible, stupid little creatures. While most of them can be forcefully molded into beings that don't actively try to kill themselves at every possible interval, some are just not worth the effort. It's these 'lost causes' that are ruining Education, since our current system spends so much of teachers' time and resources on catering to the helpless shitheads, instead of the ones that deserve the help."

"Exactly," said OccultHawk. "Furthermore, the way that the schooling system is funded is flawed to the very core. Schools habitually cover up problems instead of resolving them, and manufacture grades, as anything that would make them look bad would strip them of much needed money. But these problems don't just go away. They get worse, until eventually little Jimmy is bringing a rocket launcher to Home Ec to make the pain stop."

"Perhaps," spake the Head of the Board, looking at the first slide. "But what do the tits have to do with anything?"

"I like tits, you see," explained OccultHawk.

The Tummy of the Board shifted in his seat. "So, how do you propose that we fund schools?"

"Ah," said Frownland, "good question. I propose that we establish an intricate roster of bi-monthly chess matches. To the death, of course."

"Of course," agreed the Head of the Board.

Lighting his pipe, Frownland continued. "The schools that produce intelligent champions are the ones that deserve the esteem and support of The Board. All the other schools can get fucked. In this way, we will give every student a chance to succeed, while also rooting out the ones that can't help but fail. And, incidentally, the meat from the bodies from the slain students can also be recycled into cheap school lunches. Everybody wins."

The Ass of the Board sipped her glass of wine. "Well, I for one must say, you two have really outdone yourselves with this system of yours. You have my support."

"And mine," said the Tummy.

"And mine," agreed everybody else.

"And mine, as well," said Frownland's bra, his biggest supporter of all.

"Then it's settled," smiled the Head. "We'll implement this system immediately.

Putting on sunglasses, Frownland and OccultHawk gave each other a high five so powerful that it caused an earthquake in Cambodia, the aftermath of which made for some great wank material for the two of them.

And thus ends the story of how Education (and also Christmas) was saved once and for all.
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[Removed]

I've decided to write a chapter about Chula's [Removed. Watch it, Ori]. Hopefully, I won't get into too much trouble. I mean, they're technically not even together anymore, so the topic should be fair game, right? 'Cause let's be honest, we all know that his [Removed. For ****s sake] and he were just [Removed] and obviously [Removed]. How they even lasted so long, I'll never know.

Anyway, the chapter starts with...

Oh, come on! What the fuck, mods? Can't I just make a few harmless little jokes about his [Removed. And no, you can't]?

Why not?

[Because it's a sensitive topic for him. Just let it go]

Really? I mean, I knew he was getting touchy lately, and I thought it might upset him a bit, but I didn't realize that it was still such a sensitive issue for him.

[Yeah, well, it is. So drop it]

Huh. Okay. Fine. I just think it's kinda weird that he'd still be sore about it, even though they split, like, twenty years ago, or whatever.

[I know. But just bear with me, and... wait, what? Twenty years ago? I thought he and his wife broke up not too long ago]

Huh? His wife? What do you mean?

[What do you mean? Isn't she who you were poking fun at?]

What? No. I wasn't talking about her. I was talking about his band.

[Oooooh. His band. Ha.]

God damn it, Frown. Don't you even bother to look at what you censor?

[No, I don't. And I'm not Frown]

Oh. Sorry. What with the sloppy modding and all, I just kinda assumed...

[I understand. And about his band, yeah, the '70s really didn't need another awful Zep tribute. The real Zeppelin were bad enough all on their own]

Woah. You're actually intelligent enough to treat band names as plurals? I guess you really aren't Frown.

[Of course I'm not. As if he would ever put this much effort into anything other than wrapping guitar strings around his balls and slapping them on bongos]

You're not wrong. So, uh... does that mean that I can keep making fun of Chula?

[No]

Oh. Well, fuck. I'm not smart enough to write comedy without resorting to cheap shots.

[Then don't]

This is MusicBanter. What the fuck else is there to do here other than bump egos?

[Hm. I don't know. Maybe you could try talking about music for a change? How about that?]

Ew. Nerd.

[Suit yourself. Just lay off the personal shot from now on, alright?]

Sure. Whatever.

Anyway, I should probably get started on the actual chapter.


The Batlord's Silly Penis Experiment



The Scene: The Batlord's basemential abode, wherein he doth play poker with his local Frownland.

Smiling triumphantly, The Batlord slaps down his hand of cards on the table.

The Batlord: Three of a kind, bitch. Looks like you lose.

Frownland: Yes. Well...

Lowering his hands to his lap, obscuring them from Batlord's vision using the table between them, Frownland closes his eyes and begins grunting with exertion. Before long, he has printed a new ace card out of his penis, and swapped it into his cards using both sleight of hand and sleight of genitals. Frownland shows The Batlord his hand.

Frownland: It would seem that you have lost, my friend.

The Batlord, with narrowed eyes, lifts a finger palsied by the judicious consumption of Steel Reserve, and points at one of the ace cards. The suit of the card in question is an ornate F writ in each corner, and at the center is a picture of an eyeless woman putting on glasses.

The Batlord: The fuck is that supposed to be?

Frownland: Why, an ace, my good man. The Ace of Frown.

The Batlord: Like fuck it is, you cheating son of a bitch!

Frownland: Maybe I am. Maybe I am't. What means have you to contest me?

The Batlord: Bitch, cosmic powers or not, I will stick a silly straw up your cock and suck all of the cum out of your balls, just so I can spit it all back in your face!

Frownland stares at The Batlord in silence for some time. Without speaking a word, he removes a silly straw from his pocket, and holds it up.

The Batlord, eyes widening: Hey. Wait. No. I was just-

The rest need not be said.

To this day, some say that he is still sucking. For the seed of the Frown, like all things that hath no beginning, hath no end.
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