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Who said this drabble generator doens't make whumpy stories?
I'm a bit addicted to this thing, and since I learned the wonders of only using whump terms in the generator I can't stop making these.
The Injured Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Rodney and John went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Rodney hit John in his upper leg with a big bloody iceball. It hurt a lot, but Rodney kissed it suddenly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really batered snow man!" Rodney said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" John said. "That would be more awesome and politically correct."
"I know," Rodney said. "We can make a snow Iratus bug. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up swiftly and made a bruised snow Iratus bug. Rodney put on a bed for the shoulder. The Iratus bug was almost as big as John.
"It looks whumped," Rodney said slowly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," John said and held up a smart P90. "I found this in a cave." He put the P90 onto the Iratus bug's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the Iratus bug, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a flash.
John screamed quickly and ran but the snow Iratus bug chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow Iratus bug shot him creepily.
"Nobody does that to my little Gorgeous Wound," Rodney screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow Iratus bug through the arm. It fell down and Rodney kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" John said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The P90 lay in the yard until a cool child picked it up and took it home.
*whipes tears*
A P90 In Time
On an injured and awesome morning, John sat in a cave. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His shoulder ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Rodney to love someone with a bloody upper leg?
Creepily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a gorgeous batered wound, all on a summer's day. I wish my Rodney would shoot me, in his own cool way..."
"Do you?" Rodney sat down beside John and put his hand on John's arm. "I think that could be arranged."
John gasped suddenly. "But what about my bloody upper leg?"
"I like it," Rodney said swiftly. "I think it's bruised."
They came together and their kiss was like a flash.
"I love you," John said quickly.
"I love you too," Rodney replied and shot him.
They bought a Iratus bug, moved in together, and lived slowly ever after.
Love this one:
The Miracle Of The Iratus Bug
John hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a flash. He loathed it.
Every December, John would feel himself getting all gorgeous inside. He refused to put up a Christmas bed, he snapped at anyone bruised enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, John had to go to the mall to buy an awesome P90. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing creepily around and so much Christmas music blaring slowly, he thought his shoulder would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a cool man collecting for charity. John never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the cool man dropped his bells and ran in a cave. There was a smart Iratus bug right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the cool man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
John rushed out and suddenly pushed them both out of the way. There was a bloody bang and then everything went dark.
When John woke up, he was in an injured room. There was a Christmas bed in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, John's upper leg hurt. A lot.
The cool man came into the room. "I'm so batered!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Rodney. You saved me from the truck. But your upper leg is broken."
John hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas bed up and his upper leg was broken, he felt quite whumped, especially when he looked at Rodney.
"Your upper leg must hurt swiftly," Rodney said. "I think this will help." And he shot John several times.
Now John felt very whumped indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Rodney. "I love you," he said, and kissed Rodney quickly.
"I love you too," said Rodney. Just then, the Iratus bug ran into the room and nuzzled John's arm. "I brought him home with us," Rodney said.
"We'll call him Miracle," John said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
I'd better stop now.
Who said this drabble generator doens't make whumpy stories?
I'm a bit addicted to this thing, and since I learned the wonders of only using whump terms in the generator I can't stop making these.
The Injured Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Rodney and John went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Rodney hit John in his upper leg with a big bloody iceball. It hurt a lot, but Rodney kissed it suddenly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really batered snow man!" Rodney said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" John said. "That would be more awesome and politically correct."
"I know," Rodney said. "We can make a snow Iratus bug. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up swiftly and made a bruised snow Iratus bug. Rodney put on a bed for the shoulder. The Iratus bug was almost as big as John.
"It looks whumped," Rodney said slowly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," John said and held up a smart P90. "I found this in a cave." He put the P90 onto the Iratus bug's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the Iratus bug, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a flash.
John screamed quickly and ran but the snow Iratus bug chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow Iratus bug shot him creepily.
"Nobody does that to my little Gorgeous Wound," Rodney screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow Iratus bug through the arm. It fell down and Rodney kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" John said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The P90 lay in the yard until a cool child picked it up and took it home.
*whipes tears*
A P90 In Time
On an injured and awesome morning, John sat in a cave. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His shoulder ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Rodney to love someone with a bloody upper leg?
Creepily, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a gorgeous batered wound, all on a summer's day. I wish my Rodney would shoot me, in his own cool way..."
"Do you?" Rodney sat down beside John and put his hand on John's arm. "I think that could be arranged."
John gasped suddenly. "But what about my bloody upper leg?"
"I like it," Rodney said swiftly. "I think it's bruised."
They came together and their kiss was like a flash.
"I love you," John said quickly.
"I love you too," Rodney replied and shot him.
They bought a Iratus bug, moved in together, and lived slowly ever after.
Love this one:
The Miracle Of The Iratus Bug
John hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a flash. He loathed it.
Every December, John would feel himself getting all gorgeous inside. He refused to put up a Christmas bed, he snapped at anyone bruised enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, John had to go to the mall to buy an awesome P90. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing creepily around and so much Christmas music blaring slowly, he thought his shoulder would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a cool man collecting for charity. John never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the cool man dropped his bells and ran in a cave. There was a smart Iratus bug right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the cool man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
John rushed out and suddenly pushed them both out of the way. There was a bloody bang and then everything went dark.
When John woke up, he was in an injured room. There was a Christmas bed in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, John's upper leg hurt. A lot.
The cool man came into the room. "I'm so batered!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Rodney. You saved me from the truck. But your upper leg is broken."
John hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas bed up and his upper leg was broken, he felt quite whumped, especially when he looked at Rodney.
"Your upper leg must hurt swiftly," Rodney said. "I think this will help." And he shot John several times.
Now John felt very whumped indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Rodney. "I love you," he said, and kissed Rodney quickly.
"I love you too," said Rodney. Just then, the Iratus bug ran into the room and nuzzled John's arm. "I brought him home with us," Rodney said.
"We'll call him Miracle," John said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
I'd better stop now.
