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    Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby othaderak » 11 Jul 2009 02:21

    Hello, fellow Cast-Out! Another Talifan here, reporting for duty!

    As an aside, would the forum be a good place to find a Dune fan fiction proof reader? I know, I know, fan fiction has horrible connotations, like "My Immortal" and "Sandworms of Dune", but it'd really be helpful if someone could look over a story for me. I can post pieces here or something, as long as that's OK with the mighty Admin Triumvirate. Otherwise, I could just email it to you.

    Thanks! :D
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Omphalos » 11 Jul 2009 03:05

    Go ahead and start a thread in Ghafla if you like. I dont think we have enough interest for a dedicated forum, so start there.

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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby SandChigger » 11 Jul 2009 04:30

    Subakh un nar. :)

    There's also the "Hoary Tales" blog, if you want to use WordPress. Of course, most of the stuff there is less than what you might call serious. :P
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby inhuien » 11 Jul 2009 04:46

    hihihi othaderak :)
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby DuneFishUK » 11 Jul 2009 06:46

    Welcome :)
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Tleszer » 11 Jul 2009 09:02

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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Eyes High » 11 Jul 2009 11:02

    Hello and welcome. Hope to get to know you better.
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby GamePlayer » 11 Jul 2009 16:26

    Howdy thar partnur! :)
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Mandy » 11 Jul 2009 17:37

    Welcome to Jacurutu, othaderak.
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby A Thing of Eternity » 12 Jul 2009 12:27

    Welcome! The joy of Dune fan fiction is that (unless your name is Arnoldo) you simply cannot do a worse job than the official fan-fic.
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby SandRider » 12 Jul 2009 22:12

    Welcome. Your Water is Ours.



    and this is a free board, post what-ever the hell you want ...

    {exception : farm porn. PM me that stuff ...}

    now, if your writing is stupid, you'll get called on it,
    but if you're honest and sincere in your attempt, I'm
    sure you'll find support & encouragement ....

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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Rakis » 12 Jul 2009 22:17

    Hello... :)

    {exception : farm porn. PM me that stuff ...}


    WTF ?!

    I've got to get me one of those... :)
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby SandChigger » 12 Jul 2009 23:38

    SandRider wrote:{exception : farm porn. PM me that stuff ...}

    That Green Acres one you reposted in the clubhouse the other day was HAWT.

    Made me want to rush right out and buy a piglet and name it arnoldo. :P
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby trang » 13 Jul 2009 01:55

    Well Met and Welcome!!!

    Fan Fic away!!

    Heck can start a line story here, I say a sentence and the next person fill in what ever ya feel, it will be better than what dipshits one and two scrawl.

    Paul was standing on the outcropping of rock staring into the vastness of the desert....

    Next person run with it.
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby SandChigger » 13 Jul 2009 02:04

    Oh, damn, I hate these.

    Because I never can resist. :P

    Paul was standing on the outcropping of rock staring into the vastness of the desert. Great gods below, that's a helluva lot of sand, he thought....
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Nekhrun » 13 Jul 2009 08:07

    trang wrote:
    Paul was standing on the outcropping of rock staring into the vastness of the desert....

    when he decided to go hiking and record his tales via distrans.
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby SandRider » 13 Jul 2009 09:34

    Paul was standing on the outcropping of rock staring into the vastness of the desert. Great gods below, that's a helluva lot of sand, he thought.He decided to go hiking and record his tales via distrans. In the future, he thought, there will be those who will twist my life for their own purposes. There should be a true record.

    He unlatched the stillsuit's mouthflap, took a deep breath and said:

    "I was born a poor black child. On Caladan."
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby SandChigger » 13 Jul 2009 12:56

    :laughing: Love it. :lol:
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Omphalos » 13 Jul 2009 15:12

    you forgot to mention that he said it into the ear of a bat.
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Ampoliros » 13 Jul 2009 15:34

    Paul was standing on the outcropping of rock staring into the vastness of the desert. Great gods below, that's a helluva lot of sand, he thought.He decided to go hiking and record his tales via distrans. In the future, he thought, there will be those who will twist my life for their own purposes. There should be a true record.

    He unlatched the stillsuit's mouthflap, took a deep breath and said:

    "I was born a poor black child. On Caladan."

    It was a good day to hike over the dunes. He'd have to make it a short hike, only 10-15 miles today since he'd left his itchy stillsuit back in the palace and hadn't bothered to carry a bulky literjon of water. It would only slow him down anyway. Spice Predictions told him in his mind that he would survive, regardless of how unreliable and hazy his predictions were. He squeezed the distrans Bat twice to tell it to stop recording and fed it a raisin. Raisins were popular on Dune. Sun-dried food was very common. It was Hot. Dune was a Desert Planet. He squeezed the bat to start it recording again. Distrans Bats were made for recording messages. They were encoded into the Bat's digestive tract and when the bat flew home and made a poo-poo, specially trained Fremen Sages entered it into a computer and laser radio to send it to the city for editing. Paul disagreed with all of this rigmarole; he felt his bat's shit was better unedited. Lucklly, as Emperor of the Known Galaxy, he was sure to win all the important Literary awards. After all, he'd had all the "Critical Darlings" executed. It was good to be the king!
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby SandChigger » 13 Jul 2009 19:43

    :laughing:

    Paul was standing on the outcropping of rock staring into the vastness of the desert. Great gods below, that's a helluva lot of sand, he thought. He decided to go hiking and record his tales via distrans. In the future, he thought, there will be those who will twist my life for their own purposes. There should be a true record.

    He unlatched the stillsuit's mouthflap, took a deep breath and said:

    "I was born a poor black child. On Caladan."

    It was a good day to hike over the dunes. He'd have to make it a short hike, only 10-15 miles today since he'd left his itchy stillsuit back in the palace and hadn't bothered to carry a bulky literjon of water. It would only slow him down anyway. Spice Predictions told him in his mind that he would survive, regardless of how unreliable and hazy his predictions were. He squeezed the distrans Bat twice to tell it to stop recording and fed it a raisin. Raisins were popular on Dune. Sun-dried food was very common. It was Hot. Dune was a Desert Planet. He squeezed the bat to start it recording again. Distrans Bats were made for recording messages. They were encoded into the Bat's digestive tract and when the bat flew home and made a poo-poo, specially trained Fremen Sages entered it into a computer and laser radio to send it to the city for editing. Paul disagreed with all of this rigmarole; he felt his bat's shit was better unedited. Lucklly, as Emperor of the Known Galaxy, he was sure to win all the important Literary awards. After all, he'd had all the "Critical Darlings" executed. It was good to be the king!

    As he crested a particularly large dune, he was reminded of Chani, waiting for him back at the Keep. Holy Maker, she's let herself go these last few years! When she jumped on me there the other night, I thought for a minute she'd broken my back. Maybe I should ask Irulan to recommend some sort of diet supplement?

    Suddenly he noticed movement on the far horizon where the palely washed-out sky of Dune met the burning sands....
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Tleszer » 13 Jul 2009 21:36

    Paul was standing on the outcropping of rock staring into the vastness of the desert. Great gods below, that's a helluva lot of sand, he thought. He decided to go hiking and record his tales via distrans. In the future, he thought, there will be those who will twist my life for their own purposes. There should be a true record.

    He unlatched the stillsuit's mouthflap, took a deep breath and said:

    "I was born a poor black child. On Caladan."

    It was a good day to hike over the dunes. He'd have to make it a short hike, only 10-15 miles today since he'd left his itchy stillsuit back in the palace and hadn't bothered to carry a bulky literjon of water. It would only slow him down anyway. Spice Predictions told him in his mind that he would survive, regardless of how unreliable and hazy his predictions were. He squeezed the distrans Bat twice to tell it to stop recording and fed it a raisin. Raisins were popular on Dune. Sun-dried food was very common. It was Hot. Dune was a Desert Planet. He squeezed the bat to start it recording again. Distrans Bats were made for recording messages. They were encoded into the Bat's digestive tract and when the bat flew home and made a poo-poo, specially trained Fremen Sages entered it into a computer and laser radio to send it to the city for editing. Paul disagreed with all of this rigmarole; he felt his bat's shit was better unedited. Lucklly, as Emperor of the Known Galaxy, he was sure to win all the important Literary awards. After all, he'd had all the "Critical Darlings" executed. It was good to be the king!

    As he crested a particularly large dune, he was reminded of Chani, waiting for him back at the Keep. Holy Maker, she's let herself go these last few years! When she jumped on me there the other night, I thought for a minute she'd broken my back. Maybe I should ask Irulan to recommend some sort of diet supplement?

    Suddenly he noticed movement on the far horizon where the palely washed-out sky of Dune met the burning sands, movement of a creature far more terrifying than any sandworm he had ever encountered.

    Just beyond the red precipice of the Shield Wall he saw the many-chinned Chani skipping toward him while singing "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts!" Using his mentat logic Paul realized that Chani had come out to the Shield Wall to bring him back to the palace for fourth breakfast, the meal he most feared. In that spice-caked meal he could sense terrible purpose. As he pulled each prescient string further inward in the attempt to create, Paul knew that he would never be able to escape the terrible purpose he first sensed when the crone Mohiam first drew his massive dong into the pain box to evaluate his "humanness."

    The time was drawing ever closer when he would have to take his Chani to Denny's for fourth breakfast.
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby othaderak » 14 Jul 2009 00:32

    Yes, I know, I'm pre-empting the epic choose-your-own-adventure, but here's my story thread: http://www.jacurutu.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&t=1541.

    Discussion would be pretty awesome :D
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Nekhrun » 14 Jul 2009 08:07

    Paul was standing on the outcropping of rock staring into the vastness of the desert. Great gods below, that's a helluva lot of sand, he thought. He decided to go hiking and record his tales via distrans. In the future, he thought, there will be those who will twist my life for their own purposes. There should be a true record.

    He unlatched the stillsuit's mouthflap, took a deep breath and said:

    "I was born a poor black child. On Caladan."

    It was a good day to hike over the dunes. He'd have to make it a short hike, only 10-15 miles today since he'd left his itchy stillsuit back in the palace and hadn't bothered to carry a bulky literjon of water. It would only slow him down anyway. Spice Predictions told him in his mind that he would survive, regardless of how unreliable and hazy his predictions were. He squeezed the distrans Bat twice to tell it to stop recording and fed it a raisin. Raisins were popular on Dune. Sun-dried food was very common. It was Hot. Dune was a Desert Planet. He squeezed the bat to start it recording again. Distrans Bats were made for recording messages. They were encoded into the Bat's digestive tract and when the bat flew home and made a poo-poo, specially trained Fremen Sages entered it into a computer and laser radio to send it to the city for editing. Paul disagreed with all of this rigmarole; he felt his bat's shit was better unedited. Lucklly, as Emperor of the Known Galaxy, he was sure to win all the important Literary awards. After all, he'd had all the "Critical Darlings" executed. It was good to be the king!

    As he crested a particularly large dune, he was reminded of Chani, waiting for him back at the Keep. Holy Maker, she's let herself go these last few years! When she jumped on me there the other night, I thought for a minute she'd broken my back. Maybe I should ask Irulan to recommend some sort of diet supplement?

    Suddenly he noticed movement on the far horizon where the palely washed-out sky of Dune met the burning sands, movement of a creature far more terrifying than any sandworm he had ever encountered.

    Just beyond the red precipice of the Shield Wall he saw the many-chinned Chani skipping toward him while singing "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts!" Using his mentat logic Paul realized that Chani had come out to the Shield Wall to bring him back to the palace for fourth breakfast, the meal he most feared. In that spice-caked meal he could sense terrible purpose. As he pulled each prescient string further inward in the attempt to create, Paul knew that he would never be able to escape the terrible purpose he first sensed when the crone Mohiam first drew his massive dong into the pain box to evaluate his "humanness."

    The time was drawing ever closer when he would have to take his Chani to Denny's for fourth breakfast.

    He didn't want to take Chani to Denny's...no, he didn't want to go to Denny's at all. No Denny's goer was he. Just as he was about to remind himself about how he was disgusted by Denny's the largest sandstorm in all recorded history appeared on the horizon. They will say I caused this sandstorm by my dislike of Denny's this day.
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    Re: Subakh al kuhar?

    Postby Ampoliros » 14 Jul 2009 15:18

    Paul was standing on the outcropping of rock staring into the vastness of the desert. Great gods below, that's a helluva lot of sand, he thought. He decided to go hiking and record his tales via distrans. In the future, he thought, there will be those who will twist my life for their own purposes. There should be a true record.

    He unlatched the stillsuit's mouthflap, took a deep breath and said:

    "I was born a poor black child. On Caladan."

    It was a good day to hike over the dunes. He'd have to make it a short hike, only 10-15 miles today since he'd left his itchy stillsuit back in the palace and hadn't bothered to carry a bulky literjon of water. It would only slow him down anyway. Spice Predictions told him in his mind that he would survive, regardless of how unreliable and hazy his predictions were. He squeezed the distrans Bat twice to tell it to stop recording and fed it a raisin. Raisins were popular on Dune. Sun-dried food was very common. It was Hot. Dune was a Desert Planet. He squeezed the bat to start it recording again. Distrans Bats were made for recording messages. They were encoded into the Bat's digestive tract and when the bat flew home and made a poo-poo, specially trained Fremen Sages entered it into a computer and laser radio to send it to the city for editing. Paul disagreed with all of this rigmarole; he felt his bat's shit was better unedited. Lucklly, as Emperor of the Known Galaxy, he was sure to win all the important Literary awards. After all, he'd had all the "Critical Darlings" executed. It was good to be the king!

    As he crested a particularly large dune, he was reminded of Chani, waiting for him back at the Keep. Holy Maker, she's let herself go these last few years! When she jumped on me there the other night, I thought for a minute she'd broken my back. Maybe I should ask Irulan to recommend some sort of diet supplement?

    Suddenly he noticed movement on the far horizon where the palely washed-out sky of Dune met the burning sands, movement of a creature far more terrifying than any sandworm he had ever encountered.

    Just beyond the red precipice of the Shield Wall he saw the many-chinned Chani skipping toward him while singing "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts!" Using his mentat logic Paul realized that Chani had come out to the Shield Wall to bring him back to the palace for fourth breakfast, the meal he most feared. In that spice-caked meal he could sense terrible purpose. As he pulled each prescient string further inward in the attempt to create, Paul knew that he would never be able to escape the terrible purpose he first sensed when the crone Mohiam first drew his massive dong into the pain box to evaluate his "humanness."

    The time was drawing ever closer when he would have to take his Chani to Denny's for fourth breakfast.

    He didn't want to take Chani to Denny's...no, he didn't want to go to Denny's at all. No Denny's goer was he. Just as he was about to remind himself about how he was disgusted by Denny's the largest sandstorm in all recorded history appeared on the horizon. They will say I caused this sandstorm by my dislike of Denny's this day.

    Chani skipped up to Paul, chin dripping with Spice-Sauce. She was about to offer him a grab from her Bucket of KJA-wings, when she noticed his intense gaze staring at the storm. His brow furrowed, much in the same way as when, late at night, he pounded furiously and quickly into what he had termed Chani's "Gom Jabbar". She munched on another wing as she looked at the approaching storm.

    Paul was now sure that this was no ordinary storm, caused by shifting weather. It was moving fast, and it seemed more like a dustcloud created by a low-flying vehicle. Sure enough, at the center, his Hawk-like eyes noticed a glint of metal, moving towards them. "HUNTER-SEEKER!" He yelled, jumping on Chani and tumbling with her down the side of the dune. "Yippee!" Chani cried, as she assumed he was initiating love-play. She shoved her greasy hand down the front of his pants, looking for his "little maker"

    Paul heard the screeching noise of a suspensor field as the vehicle came to a halt at the top of the Dune. The vehicle was of an odd design, but searching through OM Paul recognized it from old earth history. The door popped open and a man jumped out, wild white hair flying and his white lab coat getting briefly hung in the door. He tugged it free and ran over to Paul to help him up. Paul instantly started his belt sheild, as he wasn't sure about the man's intentions. The wild-haired scientist grabbed Paul by the shoulders. "Quick Mahdi! You have to come with me! Bring Chani, it concerns her too. Its your kids Mahdi! Something has to be done about your kids!"
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