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Fortunately - UnfortunatelyIf you enjoy word games, you might like to try your hand at this one. Each successive comment details the ensuing action, 'unfortunately' and 'fortunately' by turns. I will begin the story: ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A long time ago, when the world was fresh and new (and chess hadn't been discovered yet) there lived a tribe of people who called themselves 'the Ufevi'. They were hunter gatherers, following the herd and living off the land, in close connection with mother nature. (next post titled 'unfortunately', narrates the subsequent unfortunate unit of action) |
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Unfortunatelythe same time. Hostilities ensued because it was apparent to both tribes that the valley was not big enough for both of them. |
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UnfortunatelyThe hopes of both tribes was pinned on these two. And though they knew the meeting was the only hope they had of preventing full scale tribal war, they also knew that they would not hear a single word of what the other had to say. |
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UnfortunatelyBefore, she had thrown at them drought and famine. Now she devised another, much more fearful tribulation for our two tribes- fire. Before long, after the very evening that the two elders had met, a heavy smell of smoke filled the air in the valley, and an orange glow silhouetted the surrounding hills. |
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FortunatelyIkon also gave birth a his first son. But the prophecy has said Ikon's son will be born with a deformity on his body; and it was advice for the boy to become a leader in the future for the the Bator tribe. |
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UnfortunatelyAnd each tribe realized (in the words of Zapata): a strong people needs no leader. |
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Unfortunately ...With the revolution in the air, drought and war on the horizon, the valley was a dangerous place for Ikon and his newborn son. Ikon was not so deaf that he couldn't hear the murmurings of unrest among his people. A deformed boy? A tribe at war? Drought and famine? Now revolution! His people were afraid. He understood their fear. They saw the child's deformity as a sign from the gods. He cursed the baby and it's pitifully withered arm. Such a child would never grow up to be a leader. What could he do? |
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FortunatelyQuite the contrary- no man, no god had ever resisted her touch, her look (and especially not her scent). It was a new feeling - dizzying - maddening? I know you know the story... The more he spurned her, the more she wanted him. He hated the more and the more she loved- AND as Narsumi watched him grow up, she began to fall deeply... impossibly... into unrequited love. Impossibly I said. This was not meant to be, and could not continue. Man should never - ever - man could never... A goddess should always... And so she resolved that perfect night, under the slow moon waning, to go to him one last time, and beg the adulation worthy of her godhood. |
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