Altair tightened his hold on Malik and leaned over, tilting his head to nuzzle into Malik's scruffy cheek. Only Altair would know of the horrors the poor man suffered when he was alone with Al Mualim. How hard Altair had fought just to get one glimpse at his lover, and the attempt itself only proved punishable by starvation and isolation. Going hungry only fed his desires and his spirit only raged, his heart going icy with white-hot hatred for their old Master. Altair felt his stomach lurch with a shocking anger and his throat rumbled, biting back a growl. "These robes look far better on you."
Lips pursed and he graced the side of Malik's head and face with kisses until someone cleared their throat behind them, causing the novice to flinch a bit, but not pull away.
Abaddon stepped lightly past them and straight to the firepit. The German Master crouched down and began to fill the pit with dried grass and gathered sticks. He spoke casually, if not rather somberly. "I know it seems I am forcing myself upon all three of you." He did not look up. "But as your new Master, it only seems correct that I assign the ranks, as of now."
Altair's lips went taut. Maybe he will regain his Assassin rank now! No more novicehood.
Though, rather, Abaddon casted his eyes right towards Malik and stared at him curiously. "A Dai, you say? Why? It has been long since I have seen such vigorous fighting, I thought you may have been one of Al Mualim's elder Assassins if not a Master." His head tilted to the side. "Such skills are highly valuable to us. We may not have Dai or rafiqs where I am taking you, but I would much rather see you as an Assassin, Malik."
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Telamon moved his tounge up and down Builderman's shaft. "Ohh... Tel-... amon... You're ama-... zing" Builderman complimented Telamon. Suddenly Telamon put his whole mouth over Builderman's member and bobbed his head up and down while tounging Builderman's tip. The hot beath on his phallus was amazing it felt like heaven to him. Then it felt different, 'what was Telamon doing?' Builderman thought. Suddenly it struck him, Telamon was now sucking on his erect member. "Ohh... w.. wow..." Builderman panted. And suddenly a boiling feeling swelled up in his loins and went through his whole body. "TELAMOOOOOON!!!" Builderman cried as he hit his climax, causing him to come into Telamon's mouth.
Telamon began sucking up the salty, and slightly bitter, nector from Builderman's member. "Mmmm, you taste great Builderman," Telamon said while trying to catch his breath. Then Telamon turned around and bent over "ok... ready.. you promised that it would... feel good right?" Telamon asked in an unsure way. "Yeah, but it might hurt a bit first" warned Builderman as he slided is lubricated cock into Telamon's anus. "AUGH!!!!" Telamon yelped as Builderman went deeper in.
At first it hurt, it hurt a lot, then the pain started to numb away and the way it rubbed Telamon's anus made it feel like he was cumming with every thrust. But he knew it was just a trick to his body. Then Builderman reached down and grabbed Telamon's phallus and began stroking the shaft. They both were getting exausted and Telamon felt like his arms would give and he would fall onto the floor but he tried his hardest to stay up.
Then Telamon felt it, a boiling sensation running through his body, this pleasure was the best he'd ever had, soon enough he hit his climax and the contractions in his an*us that were caused by his pleasure was the last straw on Builderman as he also came. The feeling of coming together was pure bliss. Soon after they had had their 'fun' they were so exausted that they collapsed onto the floor. "I- I love you buil-..." Telamon admitted while in his afterglow. "I love you too Tela" Builderman responded with a smirk. Qucikly after they fell asleep next to eachother having great dreams about their future 'business'.
There once was a man, who I shall call Bob. Bob felt like he was above posting on forums, such as Something Awful and the WoW forums... He needed something more to feel complete. Although he was a respected member on all forums he posted on, he stuck with this feeling. He stopped posting on forums, and thought about what he could do to fill that empty feeling. Doing something that applies to real life was out of the question, and it had to involve forums... but suddenly, it came to him.
Bob logged on to his computer running Windows 2000, and launched Internet Explorer. He found a website that allowed him to create a forum online without having to code anything himself. "This," he said to himself, "This, is my calling. I shall create a forum that everybody will want to go on! It shall be the GREATEST FORUM MANKIND HAS EVERY KNOWN!" So, he made a very basic forum focusing on many topics, such as music, gaming, even television. A few people joined, but it seemed to be doomed to obscurity. Bob couldn't afford any adspace for his website, and he only had two other members, with a three member total. Bob, naturally enough, didn't know what to do.
Eventually, two more people joined. Bob appointed some admins, and logged off. He sat on his bed, quietly sobbing to himself. This was a mistake. His forum only had five members, and there was no way to get people to join. He now realised that people who wanted to go on a South Park forum aren't going to come here, but instead to a South Park forum. He didn't have enough content. All of the sub-forums were things that already existed, Bob needed something new. He searched and searched, but came up with nothing that wasn't already taken. His forum idea seemed to be dead...
Some more members joined, but few posted. There weren't enough topics. Bob stopped going to his own forum, settling on other, bigger ones that he started on. One member was assassinated, others simply left... He ended up with a dead forum. He knew his plan was over, and simply gave up. The last post made by an admin was on June 21st, the death date of Two Gamers United Forums. Bob moved on to better things. He got married, and was assigned to a well-paying job. But even though he had a good life, he couldn't help but wonder - why did his forum fail?
It could have been the lack of advertising. He didn't even mention to his friends that he made a server, it was just... there. Although it's less likely, it might have been the lack of original topics. The backbone of this site was games, music, and television. He didn't have anything that wasn't done before. Bob even considered the long, obtuse name. Most forums have a short, to the point name. Two Gamers United Forums, however, did not. But one final thing that he did not consider... was the lack of a random board. The only things you could talk about was television and so forth, nothing miscellaneous was posted. Although it was a sad fate, it seemed to be the only way Bob's forum could end, and so it did.
Nearly a full month after the death of TGUF, members of a different forums began to visit. They were partly reviving it, and partly converting it. But, even their attempts were futile. It seemed that only two people crossed over, made an account, and posted. So, in the end, TGUF was doomed from the start. This is an obituary of the thing that could have been great, but eventually collapsed. It's death was uncalled for and early. Goodbye, TGUF. You will be missed.
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