so... now a bit about our story...
hm... i should start with this statement:
it isn't a fanfic, maybe the half of a fanfic.
that means we aren't fans of this people. we just make fun of them. razz um... big fun
the story is over 650 sites long and handwrited. 32 capters i've writen on the pc and showed them in the internet for my friends - in german.
its about five (or in parts more) footballplayers from germany. they fall into a dimensonshole and touch down in the world Derødaey. Its a wonderfull world with mystic beasts and mystic people.
hm... that sounds fantastic, or not?
but we just twit the persons over and over again. razz
its a funstory.
so one of the persons turned gay and fall in love with his best friend, who had fall in love with a girl from Derødaey.
um... i cant discripe this so good.
but when we make the audioCD of it, we had to laughe every five seconds.
the last days my sister and i worked hard to translate the first few sites in english
here an extract out of our story (we didn't know all words and just hope that we have took the right ones. pleas try to understand the mistakes... biggrin ):
Cap 1
An other world
It was dark.
His face was wet, his hair too.
Little lights, glow-worms maybe, were flying infront of his face.
He sat up.
It was night.
A wind tousled his hair.
He looked around.
"David!", he shouted.
Slowly his eyes get used to the dark.
His foot lay at Miro's arm, near him Poldi and Basti were lying.
He stand up.
Something cold was lying on on his chest.
There was a necklace under his shirt.
It was out of little, golden leaves, the stone was formed like a red flame.
His brain didn't work... when he wanted to move his arms, he twitched: he was wearing strange chlothes!
He was wearing dark red boots out of leather, a coat out of fine, red cloth and on a red belt, witch was mounted with golden hoobs and clasps, hung a halberd with two plades made out of red diamond. The handle was red, too. The two blades were covered by red leather, so noone could cut himself at it.
When he opened the leather strap he noticed the red diamonds and jewels which were inserted in the sharp edges.
With his finger he stroke over the blades.
Then he screamed quietly: He cut his finger.
Red bood floweddown hins finger.
It tasted like iron.
It was really blood!
His blood!
Everything of him was red! Even his blood!!!
Now he noticed that the others were wearing strange clothes, too.
Miro wore green boots and a lightgreen coat, which was embroided with two silver words: "Erlen" and "Miro".
Beside him there lay a green whip, made out of green diamond, emerald and teather straps and adorned with diamonds and fewels like Torstens halberd.
At the end of the jewel chains dangeled at a time two little knifes.
Poldi had a sword made out of pure gold and at Bastis neck hang a necklace made out of little siver rings with a bluepulsating stone, looking like a drop. His morningstar, out of blue diamond and sappphire lay beside him, half digged in the earth.
Torsten looked at hisself again.
At his coatborder he could read the word "Frester" and his name.
"What am I doing?", he mumbled, then he shouted: "HEY GUYS! GET UP!!!"
He clapped loud and the others woke up.
Miro stood up first, Basti admired his clothes and the blue morningstar and Poldi just mumbled something unintelligible.
They heard just the word "sleep".
"We're looking funny, aren't we?", Basti said and admire his coat and read the silver words at the border "Sritcan" and "Basti"
"Looks like something between knight and pirat.", Miro said and looked at his whip.
When he wanted to go a step he stumpled and fell at his mug.
Basti laughed at him and Torsten took up a big piece of metall, Miro was strumpled over.
"A... buckler?", Miro asked. "What's going on there?"
They found ghree other bucklers, a silver one with a big blue drop and two golden ones, one with a red flame and the other with a whitegold tornado.
Of course they know which of them belongs to who.
Besides they found two silver and two golden helmets with jewels and diamonds in the corresponding color.
"Hm... could represent the four elements...", Miro supposed.
"Never mind... We search for David and then we go home, okay? Hey! Where are we? And why are we here? What are these clothe? And why, why, why?", Poldi curped.
He wanted to sleep and he was mad about the others, because the others didn't want to sleep!
At his coatborder were the words "Livino" and "Lukas".
Now they noticed that they were in a dark forest.
over them they saw isolated stars shining throw the dark leaves.
The were gigantic trees with scully roots, toodstools and emeraldgreen climbing plants.
It smelled like wet wood and it was dizzeling.
"We should search for Dav id.", Miro saic.
Poldi nodded angry and Torsten curped: "This bloody glow-worms are very annoying! May I kill them?"
"This... this... a... that... this... are n...no glow-worms!", Basti scratted. "This... this are HUMAN BEINGS!!!!"
He shouted the last two words.
One of the beasts was flying infront of Miros face.
Blue eyes, a human face and big ugly ears.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!", he screamed, took up his things and run away in panic.
"Wait, Miro!", Torsten shouted.
Suddnly Miro ran into somethin hard.
It was warm...
Slowly he looked up.
He thought it was something bad, but it wasn't.
It was horrible!
Infront of him stood a eightarmed monster with big red eyes, a thick breastplate and tusks wich were as thick as Miro's arms.
The beasts eyes looked angry at him. The thick, striking eyebrows were strong knitted.
The blood drained from Miro's face and he retreaded. He had no voice. The monster growled, Miro turned around and his voice was allready there. He ran crying away, the monster roared and ran behind. Strictly it didn't run, it was rolling on a big weel witch was out of the same material like the breastplate.
When Miro arrived at the others, they took up theyre things and run away, too.
This was an extract from Derødaey.
maybe i will continue this but maybe not... i dont know. razz
it's very hard to translate this story in english... so hard...
but nevermind, i hope you enjoy the extract.
bye
crazy-L.
hm... i should start with this statement:
it isn't a fanfic, maybe the half of a fanfic.
that means we aren't fans of this people. we just make fun of them. razz um... big fun
the story is over 650 sites long and handwrited. 32 capters i've writen on the pc and showed them in the internet for my friends - in german.
its about five (or in parts more) footballplayers from germany. they fall into a dimensonshole and touch down in the world Derødaey. Its a wonderfull world with mystic beasts and mystic people.
hm... that sounds fantastic, or not?
but we just twit the persons over and over again. razz
its a funstory.
so one of the persons turned gay and fall in love with his best friend, who had fall in love with a girl from Derødaey.
um... i cant discripe this so good.
but when we make the audioCD of it, we had to laughe every five seconds.
the last days my sister and i worked hard to translate the first few sites in english
here an extract out of our story (we didn't know all words and just hope that we have took the right ones. pleas try to understand the mistakes... biggrin ):
Cap 1
An other world
It was dark.
His face was wet, his hair too.
Little lights, glow-worms maybe, were flying infront of his face.
He sat up.
It was night.
A wind tousled his hair.
He looked around.
"David!", he shouted.
Slowly his eyes get used to the dark.
His foot lay at Miro's arm, near him Poldi and Basti were lying.
He stand up.
Something cold was lying on on his chest.
There was a necklace under his shirt.
It was out of little, golden leaves, the stone was formed like a red flame.
His brain didn't work... when he wanted to move his arms, he twitched: he was wearing strange chlothes!
He was wearing dark red boots out of leather, a coat out of fine, red cloth and on a red belt, witch was mounted with golden hoobs and clasps, hung a halberd with two plades made out of red diamond. The handle was red, too. The two blades were covered by red leather, so noone could cut himself at it.
When he opened the leather strap he noticed the red diamonds and jewels which were inserted in the sharp edges.
With his finger he stroke over the blades.
Then he screamed quietly: He cut his finger.
Red bood floweddown hins finger.
It tasted like iron.
It was really blood!
His blood!
Everything of him was red! Even his blood!!!
Now he noticed that the others were wearing strange clothes, too.
Miro wore green boots and a lightgreen coat, which was embroided with two silver words: "Erlen" and "Miro".
Beside him there lay a green whip, made out of green diamond, emerald and teather straps and adorned with diamonds and fewels like Torstens halberd.
At the end of the jewel chains dangeled at a time two little knifes.
Poldi had a sword made out of pure gold and at Bastis neck hang a necklace made out of little siver rings with a bluepulsating stone, looking like a drop. His morningstar, out of blue diamond and sappphire lay beside him, half digged in the earth.
Torsten looked at hisself again.
At his coatborder he could read the word "Frester" and his name.
"What am I doing?", he mumbled, then he shouted: "HEY GUYS! GET UP!!!"
He clapped loud and the others woke up.
Miro stood up first, Basti admired his clothes and the blue morningstar and Poldi just mumbled something unintelligible.
They heard just the word "sleep".
"We're looking funny, aren't we?", Basti said and admire his coat and read the silver words at the border "Sritcan" and "Basti"
"Looks like something between knight and pirat.", Miro said and looked at his whip.
When he wanted to go a step he stumpled and fell at his mug.
Basti laughed at him and Torsten took up a big piece of metall, Miro was strumpled over.
"A... buckler?", Miro asked. "What's going on there?"
They found ghree other bucklers, a silver one with a big blue drop and two golden ones, one with a red flame and the other with a whitegold tornado.
Of course they know which of them belongs to who.
Besides they found two silver and two golden helmets with jewels and diamonds in the corresponding color.
"Hm... could represent the four elements...", Miro supposed.
"Never mind... We search for David and then we go home, okay? Hey! Where are we? And why are we here? What are these clothe? And why, why, why?", Poldi curped.
He wanted to sleep and he was mad about the others, because the others didn't want to sleep!
At his coatborder were the words "Livino" and "Lukas".
Now they noticed that they were in a dark forest.
over them they saw isolated stars shining throw the dark leaves.
The were gigantic trees with scully roots, toodstools and emeraldgreen climbing plants.
It smelled like wet wood and it was dizzeling.
"We should search for Dav id.", Miro saic.
Poldi nodded angry and Torsten curped: "This bloody glow-worms are very annoying! May I kill them?"
"This... this... a... that... this... are n...no glow-worms!", Basti scratted. "This... this are HUMAN BEINGS!!!!"
He shouted the last two words.
One of the beasts was flying infront of Miros face.
Blue eyes, a human face and big ugly ears.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!", he screamed, took up his things and run away in panic.
"Wait, Miro!", Torsten shouted.
Suddnly Miro ran into somethin hard.
It was warm...
Slowly he looked up.
He thought it was something bad, but it wasn't.
It was horrible!
Infront of him stood a eightarmed monster with big red eyes, a thick breastplate and tusks wich were as thick as Miro's arms.
The beasts eyes looked angry at him. The thick, striking eyebrows were strong knitted.
The blood drained from Miro's face and he retreaded. He had no voice. The monster growled, Miro turned around and his voice was allready there. He ran crying away, the monster roared and ran behind. Strictly it didn't run, it was rolling on a big weel witch was out of the same material like the breastplate.
When Miro arrived at the others, they took up theyre things and run away, too.
This was an extract from Derødaey.
maybe i will continue this but maybe not... i dont know. razz
it's very hard to translate this story in english... so hard...
but nevermind, i hope you enjoy the extract.
bye
crazy-L.
