The Forum Ends With You

Welp, that's rather unfortunate.

On the other hand, there's a better chance for one of the remaining two teams to win. Ying and yang. Woo.

 

Because of events that happened with the site being down and such. I am giving What another 30 minutes. If he completes the task, they will not be disqualified. This will be my only act of kindness for the week

 

Les Miserables.

In at spirit Monsieur money one but although at opportunity marquis rule trial as for at under the velvet Magloire as it in and selves he's of philosophy at Marie-Louise.

Apologies. Things happened.

 

Alrighty. Days 2-4 will now take effect. I await to see your posts.

 

I hope that this can be fanfiction, because it's loosely based off of a certain video game that may or may not have inspired both my theme and this game itself. Words that had to be included are bolded to avoid confusion.

Sea-green foam splashed onto the beach. The light blue skies were clear. The sun was shining, and all was peaceful. He just stood there, his bare feet soaking wet from the tides. Just a few feet behind him a girl walked along, admiring the view and taking it all in.
This was little more than a pit stop for him, but he had to remember that this was her first time away from the big city. Part of him wanted to remember his own home, but he tried his hardest to supress the memories. The mere thought of that place pained him. He'd left that life behind him too long ago, and no matter what he wanted, there was no going back anymore. At first he'd been glad to get out and see what was out there, but his life turned out to be a lonely one.
Suddenly something brushed up against his leg, and he moved it instinctively. As he looked around, he saw a cat of all things rubbing it's head against his leg. Before he could come up with a clever pun regarding cats, he saw it pounce toward what looked like a fish on the beach.
"Hey boss, don't you think you should be back in town by now?"
He looked up and smirked at that familiar voice before replying with a chuckle and "Maybe." He turned around and let his colleague get a good look at him, with his familiar blue button-up and jeans, which were rolled up a bit to avoid getting wet.
"Honestly, of all the places for you to run off to, and right before we're getting things running smoothly again."
"Well... this place has always been a favorite of mine." The boy smiled at his friend. The gentle breeze left his hair waving in the wind.
"Yeah, I know that, but she really doesn't like it when people cross over just for pleasure."
"Oh, one of these days I'll get her to see it my way."
"Heh, you always say that, but so's everyone else."
He rolled his eyes playfully and pulled out his cell phone to check the time since he had to be back by 10. The time read 9:52, and he walked off behind his friend.
"Did you see him again today?"
The man looked at his friend, a bit shocked by the sudden change in tone.
"...you still care about him. Yeah, I see him every now and then outside of WildKat."
The boy smiled, pulled out his cell phone, began typing into the keypad and then vanished with a flash of white light and a handful of feathers where he'd been standing.
The man took out his own phone to read a new text saying, "Tell him I'll be waiting in Udagawa. J"

 

Spoiler

Robert Langdon sighed sadly as he stood there, motionless in the middle of the museum, waiting for something interesting to happen. Suddenly, a soft and sensual voice sounded from behind him, coupled with an irresistible tone. “Oh, Mr. Langdon. I see you’ve been waiting for me? How kind of you.”
Surprised by the voice, Robert turned towards its source, observing the highlights as they struck his wide eyes. “Oh…” he murmured, feeling his 'intrigue-o-meter' rising at an increasingly fast rate.
The woman smirked slyly, “Is that a torch in your pocket, Mr. Langdon? Or are you just happy to see me?”
“I-I…erm, yes!...I mean no! Er…”Robert stuttered, shaking off his bewildered state of mind.
The woman chuckled softly at the man’s awkwardness. “Now as you know, I require a favour from you. One will do.”
“R-Right,” Robert sighed, feeling his face turn a deep shade of red as he continued speaking, “And...did you have anything in particular in mind?”
“Of course. Please, come this way.” Cooed the woman, taking Robert by the hand and leading him into larger room filled with many antique looking beds and the like.
As soon as he entered this unique room, Robert’s lower region suddenly erupted with a massive amount of pain, and as he cried out in discomfort, he instantly knew something was very wrong.
Hearing Robert’s cry of pain, the woman turned and smiled innocently. ”Something the matter?”
“N-No. I’m fine, thank you…” Robert uttered quickly, plastering a fake smile over his face as he looked up at the woman, his teeth clenched in agony more than anything else, "Keep it together, Langdon…"

The woman smiled once more and turned back, “Alright then. And by the way, is that your natural skin colour? You look like a beetroot,” she gave off a short chuckle before continuing onward. Frowning at the comment, Robert lifted his right hand up to his cheek and realised that she was right, he must have been boiling at a temperature betweensixty-nine and ninety-six degrees Celsius. Alarmed, he threw his arms up at his forehead and, not surprisingly, his skin there was as hot as burning coal.
Finally, Langdon felt another agonising squeeze from his lower regions, and this time he couldn’t stop himself, his lust was rising and he needed relieving.
With a swift motion, Langdon surged forwards and sent the woman sprawling down onto the close-by bed, “Oh, I see you like it rough,” she purred as she landed on the mattress with a soft thud, seemingly more aroused than hurt.

At that very same moment, CaptainFache was making his usual guard rounds in the museum, checking every nook and cranny for anything suspicious, especially sexually aroused teenagers, he’d learned first-hand that the museum was one of their favourite haunts after dark.
Feeling particularly tired that night, Fache had decided to cut his rounds short, and so rounded the corner to an exceptionally popular area of the museum for the teens, knowing he would most likely find something there.
University Professor Robert Langdon, was not what he had in mind however.
“Oh my, looks like we have an admirer.” The woman sighed softly as she looked up at the stout man who was gaping like an idiot in the doorway, “Care to join us, stud?”
Fache flushed a bright pink as his eyes were drawn to the woman’s large chest, “P-Perhaps…” he found himself stuttering before he could stop himself.
With small steps, the Captain entered the room and instantly felt his libido lift upwards with great haste, enticing him forwards, and before he knew it he was over by the bedside, waiting to get a go with the walking pair of breasts.
Usually, Robert would find this situation highly awkward and uncomfortable; however at this moment such things did not matter to him, all he wanted was to be relieved of his wooden liability. And even as he thought this, a nagging thought at the back of Langdon’s mind questioned his actions, for they were clearly not his own, it was almost as if he was being controlled by some outside force.
Fache was thinking along the same lines, he couldn’t quite understand why he was doing this, in fact he should be doing quite the opposite, yet for some reason he couldn’t resist the urge of partaking in an activity such as this.The woman gave off another one of her giggles, glancing at the men at either side of her with a rather malicious looking smile. Murray would be extremely pleased with her achievements tonight, that she was certain of.

And that’s what happens in the museum after dark.

Good god my mind is horrible. Sorry if I've done something wrong here, but I am NOT redoing this.

 

I see 30 minutes remaining and a team and your partners have not yet posted. You are running out of time.

 

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My Story:

Spoiler

The harsh wind blew onto the small girl as she attempted to make her way along the thin cliff path. Sometimes she would stumble and trip on a rock, causing her to stagger. It would never stop her for long though as she’d just tightened her coat around her and continue on her journey. “Oh no”, she muttered as she glanced behind her to see the very thing she’d dreaded. The black cloaks of her pursuers blew out in the high winds, giving them ominous silhouettes through the rain. She clutched a strange package close to her chest as she ran in an attempt to get away from the people that followed her, knowing she could not let them get it. “Oh dear little Mo won’t you just give us that package, if you do that then we won’t have to hurt you.” The man at the front of her pursuers wearing an old-fashioned suit, called out to her, with her gritty voice. Mo didn’t stop, instead just running faster though the storm until she could hardly breathe. She could not afford to stop though, not for a moment, for if they caught her the consequences were unthinkable. She knew she had to lose them somehow; she had to try no matter how difficult. What could she do though, a little girl against a large group of armed grown men? She put the package under her arm as she searched for a way to escape from them, then she saw it. Mo suddenly sped up with a new found hope and veered off the path. She sprinted through the grass, the dark night making it hard to spot the small girl. Finally she reached a pile of large rocks on the side of the hill and slipped off her leather shoes as she found what she was looking for. She threw her shoes through a small hole in between the rocks and quickly squeezed through. Shortly after her chasers arrived after her and looked around the rocks where they’d watched her run to. The hole had led to a dark tunnel which she struggled her way through until she came out on the other side, next to a stone wishing well. She looked back down the tunnel but she couldn't see anything in the darkness, she knew she couldn’t afford to stop and rest though, she was short on time. Beyond the rocks, back on the other side, the men were quickly beginning to find a way round and had resorted to climbing up the rocks. Mo carefully climbed up onto the wishing well, clinging to the mysterious package as she got to where she needed to be. It was only just in time though as the men were already starting to appear on top of the rocks. She ripped the package open, desperately trying to get to the thing inside before the men reached her; she could already see their weapons shining in the moonlight. Mo took the jewel out its packaging and placed it in a slot on the top of the wishing well. As she chanted something in a long lost language, creating images of their lost homes and something she hadn’t seen in a long time. “I want you to step down right now and give us the jewel now or we will hurt you.” The man in charge demanded but even he knew it was too late as the gem shone brighter and brighter. Suddenly, the gemstone shone much brighter, blinding the men but as it died down there were now children everywhere. There were many smiles all round but none bigger than Mo’s, she had done it, she’d won.

 

Welp, it looks like it's erasure for me. ; ;

It was nice knowing you all, but at least school won't be waiting for me when I'm era-shot-

 

I am sad to say this but What and Cat have been erased from the game. Only 1 team remains. If they fail to achieve the next tasks, then No winner will emerge.

 

You didn't see anything.

 

I am afraid the games are over. We have no winner for Week 1