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Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 17, 2007 21:02:48 GMT -5
Little did the men and women of Westeros know, in the crownlands, a small plant began to grow. Though to look upon such an herb would raise no eyebrows, it grew in defiance of their lack of awareness.
This plant would never amount to anything great, however, for it was just a plant.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 17, 2007 22:50:18 GMT -5
A man walking by stepped on this particular plant, and raised an eyebrow. "What is this plant, that would throw itself under my feet?"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 20, 2007 0:17:26 GMT -5
The plant did not struggle under the man's weight, for it was a simple sprout, not yet the mighty poisonous vine it would one day become, it was subject to the whim, and the mass of any who dared to tread on it.
Unbeknownst to the plant and man as well, the man would leave the patch of dirt and go on to do a great many things. Chiefly screaming and crying as he fell to his death six hours from now. Clumsy git.
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Post by Horas on Dec 20, 2007 0:21:58 GMT -5
Someone comes by and waters the plant.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 20, 2007 0:36:02 GMT -5
Hugo the drunk stops on the way home from the tavern. Unlacing his breeches he lets loose a long stream of urine, coating the plant and the area around it.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 20, 2007 0:39:07 GMT -5
The plant, ever vigilant and blissfully unaware, accepts the golden stream bravely, as it did with all acclimate weather.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 20, 2007 0:48:31 GMT -5
For some reason, perhaps because of his drunken state, Hugo said, "Hmm...I'm sure that on a cold night like this some plant is sure appreciate this." He then faints in the puddle of his own urine, narrowly missing the plant.
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Post by melon on Dec 20, 2007 0:48:42 GMT -5
A Guardsman stumbles past and falls next to the plant and begins to sleep.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 20, 2007 0:54:05 GMT -5
Hugo wakes up, his face dripping. He wonders why there is a man laying on top of him, and then wonders why a guardsman is sleeping in the middle of no where.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 20, 2007 14:28:17 GMT -5
The same man walks by the next day, intrigued by the two men laying on top of eachother by the plant. "Get your asses up! Having gay sex in the middle of the courtyard is pitiful!" He looks around at the large courtyard at Rosby, and shoos off the people who have gathered to see the two men having gay sex on a puddle of piss.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 20, 2007 15:03:09 GMT -5
If the plant was able to obtain foresight, it would know that it's abuse was not even close to being at the end. But since it was a plant, it was ignorant of said fact, and continued to grow.
A caterpillar climbed on the plant and took a tentative bite of the leafy, green material. However, the high concentration of alcohol and urine coat, made for a semi-natural protection, and the caterpillar curled into a ball and died.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 20, 2007 15:16:32 GMT -5
For once, man had helped nature. The plant recieved a protective coat, and man wanted nothing in return. They would leave the plant alone to grow, and allow it to grow big.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 20, 2007 15:18:58 GMT -5
Because of fate intervening, perhaps this plant would grow to do something great.
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 20, 2007 16:03:35 GMT -5
As time went on, the original man started coming back, and would sit down and talk to this particular plant. There was just something about this plant the man could sense... The plant was made for somethign great, he could feel it.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Dec 20, 2007 16:41:22 GMT -5
"We aren't in Rosby! We are in the middle of a field. I want to go home! But this man is to fat!"
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Hope you all are well and happy.