Originally posted this in response to Skillmaster's "Story writing" thread on the Official Graal Forums.

Skillmaster19 desperate for attention heads to the Graalonline forums for one last attempt to get accepted into the community and begins to title his new thread.

"Ha Graal is so stupid I can't believe I ever cared about this game. Everyone will get a kick out of the bashing of the lack of story in the game." he moaned out loud while proceeding to peck at his keys on keyboard with his stubby fingers, each press resulting in an feeling of ecstasy.

After submitting his new thread, he sat and began to wait for the response of the community. Refreshing the page manually every 5 seconds waiting instead of relying on email or rss alerts.

"Good thing unixmad installed Incapsula, I would of never been able to refresh the page as frequently without causing the server to crash" Skillmaster exclaimed.

Hours later...

Fp4 returns to his computer after a long day of robbing methadone clinics, stabbing prostitutes, kidnapping, and vigilante work. Blitzed out of his mind from the numerous lines of cocaine he snorted off his victims begins to formulate a response to the ****tiest thread he's ever witnessed Skillmaster19 post.

The response was so elegant, magical, and to the point when Skillmaster19 began to comprehend it he began to cry uncontrollably. Unable to cope with his emotions he smashed his monitor and proceeded to etch FP4 into his chest with the shards of glass from his CRT monitor, each cut deeper than the last.

Hours passed...

His parents began to call out for Skillmaster19 and attempt to enter his room. "Open the ****ing door or I'll ****ing break it down you ****!" his father demanded. After the moment of silence his father proceeded to take down the door.

Upon smashing the door down, he witnessed his only child in a pool of blood and the numerous FP4 cuts etched into his body. Shocked by the incident he begins to beat his wife and blaming her for allowing their son to do this to himself. In an attempt to save her life she grabbed the piece of glass from her sons hand and swung toward her husband's jugular. She was successful but it was too late. While beginning to drown his own blood he delivered a fatal blow to his wife.

In a single post FP4 had succeeded in wiping out an entire family, but he did not care, he returned to his exciting life of crime while periodically checking for **** threads to participate in.

The end.  

I love you  

I was half expecting something like this at the end: "If you don't pass this on to 19 people in a day, Skill will appear in your bedroom at midnight and cut fp4 into you with the same piece of glass until you bleed out and die."  

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FP4's moment of pride was short-lived. The shell shock of being responsible for murder had finally started to sink in, and all the cocaine in the world would have fallen short of comfort. What FP wanted--no, what he needed--was love.

A grisly stubble had sprouted on his chin as he sat back, watching the forum-goers pass. They had no idea, did they? No idea what it was like to be him, to be steeped in the blood of the innocents, in the mistakes for which one could never forgive himself. FP4 finally stood, his joints popping with strain, and resolved to never return. What use could he be, just some emotionally broken old troll? He gave one last glance around, though he wasn't sure why he wanted to embed a place with such a sad history into his mind. But then it happened. Their eyes met, and for a moment, FP4 thought he had to be hallucinating. How could another creature be so incredibly... beautiful?

No, he thought, turning his face away with a grimace. No, I don't deserve anyone like that. Not after...

"Hi," a melodic voice purred, the hushed tones stroking his very soul. It had to be the same person he'd just seen. FP4 finally looked up. "How've you been?" the angel asked.

"Terrible," he breathed. Suddenly it all came flooding out, as though this person had been sent to liberate him from all the terrors he'd suffered. Tears rolled down his cheeks, leaving light trails of clean flesh as they washed away the grime from his face--and the pain from his soul. He told the angel everything, and he sobbed, and he begged for forgiveness. It felt like hours had passed when finally FP4 calmed his breathing and looked up into the eyes of his beautiful savior. The two had collapsed to the ground, and FP4 was laying across his lap. The angel stroked his hair gently.

"It's okay," he whispered, and FP4 shuddered as the voice tickled his ears and left him biting his lower lip in ecstasy. "Everything is going to be alright. ...I love you." Their lips met, then, and FP4 was taken away, floating away from himself, from everything he had ever been, everything he was. He was wrapped tightly in the comfort that was his angel, his savior, and there was no guilt, no shame, no despair--nothing but love.

FP4's eyes fluttered open the next morning, and he fully expected all of it to have been a dream. The last minute contrition, the beautiful angel, and the incredible night they'd spent together after slipping away to a private place. How could he have deserved something like that? But when he turned his head, tears of joy sprung from his eyes. The angelic creature was curled up next to him in bed, purring softly in slumber. The angel must have felt the loving gaze upon him because he suddenly yawned and opened his eyes.

Propping himself up on one elbow, he said "Mornin' sugar. Sleep well?"

"Yes. That... that was amazing. How did you know? I mean... I don't even know your name." FP4 blinked the jubilant tears away, still smiling, and pressed his hand to the angel's cheek.

"It's MattKan," he purred, pressing his paw against the hand as though he feared it would slip away at any moment. "And I've been awaiting this day for a long, long time." The two embraced, and FP4 sighed deeply, knowing that he'd never feel sadness again.

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I'm into the FPxMK pairing atm, anyone else have a favorite forum ship?  

Wow, you need a hobbie >.>  

Bravo.  

Posted by Jeb°

Wow, you need a hobbie >.>

Perhaps writing fan fiction is his hobby.  

........ I think the angel mattkan shagging Fp4 story was more disturbing than the original post..


Btw Fp4, was the carving Fp4 into his chest thing a reference to the scene in "Angels and Demons"?  

I love the continuation of the story, hope a tragedy occurs and life gets darker for FP4.

Never seen that movie, so no.  

Your stories...they were beautiful, such great vocabulary....I cried through the whole thing... pure talent...you deserve... a cookie