I almost feel bad making my first post as an entry to the contest, but I promise I'm a longtime lurker here :). Anyways, here goes:
Binkles the frog had built a nice home just outside the Kurast Bazaar, with his beautiful, slimy wife. After a marauding barbarian had cleared out the pesky fetishes, the swamp tentacles had slithered elsewhere in search of more filling meals. Life had settled down, and they were looking forward to settling down with some children.
One hot summer day, Binkles and his wife suddenly had a strange feeling. They were alone, yet it felt like someone was pulling on them. Lightly at first, but growing, the couple felt increasingly unsettled. Suddenly, there was no more resistance, as both frogs were yanked forward, flying through warps in the fabric of space, the couple suddnely emerged upon carnage indescribable. Carcasses of their brethren, strewn across the grass, splattered on tombstones. Barely having time to react, he quickly hopped out of the way of a huge spiked arm as it came crashing down. His wife was not so lucky. Binkles could only watch in horror as more of his brethren sprang from the void, only to explode on the feet of the monstrosity. All the while a strange man cackled and screamed, prodding the beast with his knife. The beast, unamused, swung at the man once again. This time, the man was not so lucky, crumpling to the ground atop the corpse of Binkles' wife. As the montrosity lumbered off into the distance, Binkles could only stare in shock as the strange man faded away, then charged by again, frogs spewing from his feet, only to explode violently upon other monstrosities. Binkles had lost his wife, his children and for what? He could not say. Lost and confused, he cried for hours, until he could cry no more. Out of tears, and out of hope, he hopped towards the only light he could see, past a stream of corpses, both frog and monster.
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Binkles the frog had built a nice home just outside the Kurast Bazaar, with his beautiful, slimy wife. After a marauding barbarian had cleared out the pesky fetishes, the swamp tentacles had slithered elsewhere in search of more filling meals. Life had settled down, and they were looking forward to settling down with some children.
One hot summer day, Binkles and his wife suddenly had a strange feeling. They were alone, yet it felt like someone was pulling on them. Lightly at first, but growing, the couple felt increasingly unsettled. Suddenly, there was no more resistance, as both frogs were yanked forward, flying through warps in the fabric of space, the couple suddnely emerged upon carnage indescribable. Carcasses of their brethren, strewn across the grass, splattered on tombstones. Barely having time to react, he quickly hopped out of the way of a huge spiked arm as it came crashing down. His wife was not so lucky. Binkles could only watch in horror as more of his brethren sprang from the void, only to explode on the feet of the monstrosity. All the while a strange man cackled and screamed, prodding the beast with his knife. The beast, unamused, swung at the man once again. This time, the man was not so lucky, crumpling to the ground atop the corpse of Binkles' wife. As the montrosity lumbered off into the distance, Binkles could only stare in shock as the strange man faded away, then charged by again, frogs spewing from his feet, only to explode violently upon other monstrosities. Binkles had lost his wife, his children and for what? He could not say. Lost and confused, he cried for hours, until he could cry no more. Out of tears, and out of hope, he hopped towards the only light he could see, past a stream of corpses, both frog and monster.