Post by Mystery on Mar 17, 2016 19:44:23 GMT -6
BEHOLD.
The worst story in mankind's history.
This is just for a homework assignment... it's nothing I decided to make on my own. XD
Juniper and her pups were walking down the New York path. It was just a normal day for Juniper, Bingo, Bongo, and Billy, until something BIG happened.
The cocker spaniel-dachshund mixes were following their mother, one black as night, one the color of a caramel sundae, and one a mix of the two colors, forming a mud brown with black spots coming out here and there.
The four were padding around the streets, minding their own business, trying to find their next meal throughout the trashcans of New York, until someone, someone sinister, approached behind the dogs.
“Heh heh…” Mister Sinister, the man who caught dogs for Cruella de Vil, the all-time catcher of dogs, said as he looked at the prohpecitical dogs from behind. Cruella would be happy with him.
He stroked his goatee, and gave everyone a good “Mwu-ha-ha-ha!”. Of course, all the pedestrians on the busy, busy street didn’t even look at him, besides the occasional eye roll, but he continued on.
Juniper and her pups, on the other hand, eventually found a dark alley littered with a few trashcans, a Target receipt fluttering around in the wind, and, of course, rats.
Juniper knew the rats were bad, so she moved over to a trashcan to scavenge for food.
Bang! A sudden projectile flew out of Mister Sinister’s gun, who had found the alley by then, right at Bongo! The trajectory was a long one, though.
Bongo’s life was whirling through her eyes. Her mother, her brothers, and now the bullet coming at her at what seemed to be like slow motion. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even blink.
The next second, there was blood around Bongo’s stomach that was now on the ground.
Juniper howled in despair, and her two pups were quite the opposite of perceptive at the moment.
Juniper took off. Using her Cocker Spaniel speed, she beckoned her two pups to follow. They were too young to understand, but she knew who this man was- a dog kidnapper. He worked for the evil Cruella de Vil, the woman with the power to deceive any dog into thinking they were being pampered and treated fair- and then make them into her next ensemble of fur coats. She knew this was bad- very bad. She ran and ran.
Of course, Mister Sinister followed.
His concept of what these dogs could do was pretty wrong, as he assumed, as they seemed to be pretty darn ordinary. They have to be them, he thought while chasing them. Triple B, the way the power goes. Through the three siblings it shall flow. The powers of an ancient rune, shall be seen soon. It was scary. The pups possessed the power of Tuvalu, and will eventually bring it to its former glory.
He continued to chase Juniper, running on the sole conjecture that these pups were them.
As for Juniper, Billy, and Bingo, a wall was intercepting their way out.
They were done for, as Mister Sinister was hot on their trail.
*****
“We need the kraken!” an evil screamed at her servant. “It’s the only way those dang pups can be defeated!”
The servant only nodded, and scurried off to get his black-and-white haired employer a kraken.
Cruella de Vil’s conceit lead her to be a pretty powerful control freak. After all, she deserved it. She was just that great.
People had told her that krakens didn’t exist, but due to not being very receptive, she failed to believe that, and also that it was the only way to defeat the Triple B.
They were the only ones that could defeat her and her crown.
The worst story in mankind's history.
This is just for a homework assignment... it's nothing I decided to make on my own. XD
Plot Generator Story
By Mystery
Please note that this amazingly bad plot was found on a plot generator. It really was bad.
I have also never watched 101 Dalmations.
The cocker spaniel-dachshund mixes were following their mother, one black as night, one the color of a caramel sundae, and one a mix of the two colors, forming a mud brown with black spots coming out here and there.
The four were padding around the streets, minding their own business, trying to find their next meal throughout the trashcans of New York, until someone, someone sinister, approached behind the dogs.
“Heh heh…” Mister Sinister, the man who caught dogs for Cruella de Vil, the all-time catcher of dogs, said as he looked at the prohpecitical dogs from behind. Cruella would be happy with him.
He stroked his goatee, and gave everyone a good “Mwu-ha-ha-ha!”. Of course, all the pedestrians on the busy, busy street didn’t even look at him, besides the occasional eye roll, but he continued on.
Juniper and her pups, on the other hand, eventually found a dark alley littered with a few trashcans, a Target receipt fluttering around in the wind, and, of course, rats.
Juniper knew the rats were bad, so she moved over to a trashcan to scavenge for food.
Bang! A sudden projectile flew out of Mister Sinister’s gun, who had found the alley by then, right at Bongo! The trajectory was a long one, though.
Bongo’s life was whirling through her eyes. Her mother, her brothers, and now the bullet coming at her at what seemed to be like slow motion. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even blink.
The next second, there was blood around Bongo’s stomach that was now on the ground.
Juniper howled in despair, and her two pups were quite the opposite of perceptive at the moment.
Juniper took off. Using her Cocker Spaniel speed, she beckoned her two pups to follow. They were too young to understand, but she knew who this man was- a dog kidnapper. He worked for the evil Cruella de Vil, the woman with the power to deceive any dog into thinking they were being pampered and treated fair- and then make them into her next ensemble of fur coats. She knew this was bad- very bad. She ran and ran.
Of course, Mister Sinister followed.
His concept of what these dogs could do was pretty wrong, as he assumed, as they seemed to be pretty darn ordinary. They have to be them, he thought while chasing them. Triple B, the way the power goes. Through the three siblings it shall flow. The powers of an ancient rune, shall be seen soon. It was scary. The pups possessed the power of Tuvalu, and will eventually bring it to its former glory.
He continued to chase Juniper, running on the sole conjecture that these pups were them.
As for Juniper, Billy, and Bingo, a wall was intercepting their way out.
They were done for, as Mister Sinister was hot on their trail.
*****
“We need the kraken!” an evil screamed at her servant. “It’s the only way those dang pups can be defeated!”
The servant only nodded, and scurried off to get his black-and-white haired employer a kraken.
Cruella de Vil’s conceit lead her to be a pretty powerful control freak. After all, she deserved it. She was just that great.
People had told her that krakens didn’t exist, but due to not being very receptive, she failed to believe that, and also that it was the only way to defeat the Triple B.
They were the only ones that could defeat her and her crown.