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    653 KB What would the world be like without Captain Hook? Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)22:44 No.3334499  
    So, would playing an RPG set in Neverland interest you guys?

    There's quite a bit you could do with it to re-imagine it as a full-blown campaign world, I think.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)22:45 No.3334508
    Hook was originally going to be played by a woman. It was a last minute casting decision that decided that the role would be taken on, traditionally, by the same guy that plays Wendy's father.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)22:46 No.3334525
    Why would you want to play in a world inhabited almost exclusively by fairies and little boys? -- faggot.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)22:49 No.3334546
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    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)22:51 No.3334567
    Well beyond some unusually enthusiastic Pirates, the man has a point. Nothing but boys who don't age and pixies...
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)22:53 No.3334589
    Maybe it's because of that damn movie with Kiefer Sutherland, but I always thought it'd be neat if the Lost Boys and the Pan were actually vampires, whereas Hook and his crew were vampire hunters with an Ahab style fixation on destroying Pan.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)22:55 No.3334608
    What the fuck is it with this gay obsession with vampires.

    Seriously, grow an imagination and quit following the Twilight fags.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)22:56 No.3334622
    I feel that it would be all the more poignant if every member of Hook's crew has a son that became one of the Lost Boys. When Hook kidnaps Wendy Darling, he does so because she reminds him of his own daughter, which he lost to Pan some years ago. This is against his better judgment, since she's already Pan's thrall. He just hopes he can save her soul by destroying Pan.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)22:58 No.3334642

    Reversed, Peter Pan is the unwitting, innocent villain?

    Lost boys don't recognize their pirate fathers and often kill them?

    ...Dude, that is sick, twisted, and horrifyingly poignant. FUND IT.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:02 No.3334673

    Comparing Lost Boys with Twilight as made my blood boil. Good day sir.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:03 No.3334685
    Grimdarking Peter Pan isn't really that hard because it's a sad story to begin with, and if you consider that in the original draft, Peter Pan apparently -was- the villain. Captain Hook had not yet been introduced. But following a theme involving vampires, since no one in Neverland ever grows old, that works rather well, to an extent. Peter Pan would make a good villain that doesn't realize he's doing evil.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:10 No.3334735
    I will now run a Changeling campaign where Peter Pan is a traitor for the True Fae and lures children into The Hedge with the promise of adventure. Capt. Hook and his crew are Hunters investigating the rash of mysterious disappearances and roaming the Changeling underground for help/information.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:13 No.3334764
    So? Comparing Lost Boys from Peter Pan to Lost Boys from the movie with the namesake is pretty bad as well.

    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:14 No.3334768
    Lost Boys wasn't very good. Sorry to break it to you.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:17 No.3334792
    Are we talking about Jerry Springer? Because then that'd be great.

    Nevertheless, it's not like Peter Pan and crew don't fit the bill, unlike the name you pulled out of a hat for cyborg lycanthropyfication.

    They never age, they fly, Peter exhibits a definite connection to the supernatural and the land that he inhabits, and from what I can remember, outside of Neverland only visits Wendy at night.
    >> Neverland pt 1 01/06/09(Tue)23:34 No.3334953
    Commodore Hook looked out across the wreckage of the Jolly Roger. Years ago he had scratched the 'HMS' from the bow; he had betrayed his King and left the Empire for his new cause. He had abandoned everything for his mission. There would be no Armada coming to his aid.

    At his feet, Smee lay mangled, his innards displayed open for the seagulls, his eyes in permanent pleading to the heavens for mercy, his body drained totally of blood. The good Commodore swiped his hook at the carrion birds and knelt beside the man who had stood beside him from Bermuda to the Ivory Coast. Slowly and hesitant, he sealed shut the eyese of his old friend. "Maker have mercy, good Smee."

    They had come in the night, 'the Lost Ones,' undying bodies of children lost to the sea, razing the ocean to sate their unending hunger. Hook had lost his daughter, Emily, years ago to the sea. He was to join his family in the Caribbean colonies but that was not to be. Obliterated in a storm and now lost to the sea, Hook knew that his daughter now wandered with the other 'lost ones.'

    He sailed to every island and searched for every priest, padre and shaman. He cared not whether they were Lutheran or Papist, or some vile heathen; he would save his daughter from her torment no mater what power granted him insight. He knew that his daughter would find no rest until he could end her again. He knew the monster who had stolen his daughter's soul. He had found infernal island that the beast called home. The papists had called it Somnium Terra, the voodoo had an unpronounceable name; Hook had called it Neverland.
    >> Neverland pt 2 01/06/09(Tue)23:34 No.3334957
    From where his left eye once was, Hook felt a tear form and soak the rim of his patch. His boat was dashed on the wretched shores of Neverland. His men searched through the wreckage for supplies and armaments. They knew that they would not sail again except across the great four in the after life.

    The Commodore tasted his powder to ensure it's quality. There would be no second chances on this island. Hook, loaded his hand pistols. He looked at Smee again before taking his coxswain's pistol belt. He wept silently over his friend. "With this," he whispered, "I promise you, with this I will throttle the life from the beast."

    A fire burned within Hook. A fire brighter than any muzzle blast. Any sorrow in him was tempered into sheer anger. He focused his rage to a single unstoppable force aimed at the beast who would die at his feet. He waded into his crew, at the ready. They had followed their Commodore, their brother at arms, from one corner of the map to the other. This hellish island would be no different. His men watched him await his command. His first mate Starky was the only one bold enough to approach. "What are your orders, Commodore?" He asked, his voice shattering at each word.

    >> Neverland pt 2 01/06/09(Tue)23:38 No.3334983
    fund this
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:39 No.3334990
    >Somnium Terra
    My eyes bleed.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:41 No.3335010
    I'd play that

    read well enough to me, then again I'm not a DEADLANGUAGEfag
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:42 No.3335021
    I wish this was the movie
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:44 No.3335032
    dream earth? it's close enough quit being a faggo/tg/uy
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:47 No.3335050
    Play pirates, lead by an enranged man with a hook for a hand, killing zombie kids on a lost island?

    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:48 No.3335058
    /tg/, it's shit like this that keeps me coming back here. Well done, gentlemen.
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:53 No.3335108
    if this is a troll this is a failed one because it actually seems like a good idea. just make it twisted kind of like American McGee's Alice
    >> Anonymous 01/06/09(Tue)23:56 No.3335141
    The only trolls in the thread were >>3334525 and >>3334608.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)00:08 No.3335214
    Peter Pan never needs to be "Grimdark'd"
    The kid chops a guy's hand off for giggles. Psychotic homicidal pixies. A land that kills you if you can't display a certain emotion every day. A bunch of kids who go hunting for human sport.
    >> Neverland pt 3 01/07/09(Wed)00:11 No.3335235
    From across the open ocean the 'lost ones' were returning to roost in the hollowed cove. Like bats they shrieked as they glided to their home.

    Not far beneath them the men of the Jolly Roger lay in wait for their prey. Starkey and some of his scouts had found the cave the week before and planned the ambush. The 'lost ones,' he knew, could not withstand the burning sun, ambush at dawn was the best option.

    Starkey signaled to the men behind him as the murder of 'lost ones' closed in.

    The men of the Jolly Roger waited for the Commodore's opening shot. Hook watched the 'lost ones's maddened path to their cave. Like of a single mind they followed the path of a single one, a boy, Pan. Hook knew this, but could not find the damned child. Not ready to waste this opportunity he took aim at the belly of the beast.
    >> Lee 01/07/09(Wed)00:16 No.3335261
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    Pic related to Captain hook writing.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)00:18 No.3335273
    needs more subtley sadistic tinkerbell fae sluttery.

    other then that

    FUND IT!
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)00:19 No.3335281
    needs a tinker bell that tries to seduce Hook into forgetting his daughter but acts like shes on his side at first.

    archive nao
    >> Neverland pt 4 01/07/09(Wed)00:22 No.3335299
    Not a moment shy of the Commodore's blast, his marines fired the first volley. Not waiting to reload they dropped their muskets and raised others, primed to fire. Junior crew who survived the journey reloaded guns with all the fury that the marines fired them. With the long guns soon expired they defaulted to pistols.

    Scores of the monsters plummeted to the earth, their crazed siren more wild as they descended towards the sudden end that awaited them below.

    What few creatures avoided falling prey to the centuries of occupation by the 'lost ones' fled the cove. Never before had such lights been ignited before the greatest light had shone.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)00:28 No.3335334
    this is all pretty much awesome.

    reminds me of gaiman's re-imagining of snow white where snow is a vampire/demoness and the witch is a good queen trying to protect her husband.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)00:29 No.3335338
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)00:31 No.3335350
    I was watching Hook last night on TBS or something.

    There were commercials for Trojan vibrators airing at the time.

    Makes a great gift.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)01:00 No.3335533
    Neverland writer must keep going.
    >> Neverland pt 5 01/07/09(Wed)01:01 No.3335542
    "REMEMBER SMEE!" Fist-mate Starky hollered, stealing his raiper from his belt. Behind him the marines followed, "FOR THE JOLLY ROGER!" In a bloody charge Hook's men thrust themselves upon the writhing beasts. The sun had just glimpsed over the horizon and what was left of the 'lost ones' dare not counter attack in the sunlight.

    The 'lost ones' that did not meet a merciful end when smashed against the earth were decapitated and quartered by the men of the Jolly Roger. Their limbs writhed and their mouths continued to gnaw for minutes after their disconnect.

    An hour after the fight, marines scoured the battle field, checking every corpse for any sign of the undeath. Hook surveyed his men, it had been a good day. Mercifully Starky's reconnaissance had spared the remnants of Hook's crew any loss of life. Some had shattered their ankles as dismembered jaws sank in and shattered bones. They would be brought back to the ruins of the Jolly Roger.

    Hook walked to the mouth of the cove, flanked on each side by his marines. In the distance he saw the inlet that lead into the cave where the 'lost ones' hid. He pulled a spyglass from his belt and peeked through. A full lake separated the Commodore from the cave.

    In the cave, he saw countless pairs of hollow glowing eyes back them, each of them a son or daughter, a child forever lost to the monster, Pan. The marine at his side raised his rifle. The clang of metal on metal sounded as Hook placed lowered the marine's gun. "We are too far, don't waste your powder."

    "I'm sorry Sir Commodore."

    Hook sneered, "Tonight we build rafts, put the injured on guard, tomorrow we sail into hell."
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)01:08 No.3335600
    Well the writefag has convinced me that this CAN be made into a great setting for a game, even if it's just a one-off. But the concept is great.
    >> Neverland pt 6 01/07/09(Wed)01:36 No.3335823
    From within the cave, a hoard of grey and rotten children peeked through the mouth, just beyond the reach of the dawn. Their curiosity had not died with their bodies. Never before had they encountered men as fearless as Hooks.

    Deeper within, on a throne of knotted and withered wood sat the object of Hook's wrath. Pan sat in quiet contemplation. Never before had he felt such wrath. It intrigued him.

    At his side sat Wendy, she had bore many of her father's featuers, but years of decay had left her a decayed mess. From the scraps of flesh that her minions had collected, she chose the finest skins, the softest hairs to stitch to her rotting body. Such was the existence of the girl in Pan's inner court.

    In the recess of the throne room was Belle. Apart from Pan, she was the only cave denizen who showed no signs of the undying rot. The few straps of leather that clothed her showed as little wear as her unblemished skin. She looked at Wendy in disgust and spat. "He'll grow bored of her soon."

    At the mouth of the cave, the 'lost ones' began the work of the harvest. The week before they had sown storms into the sky. The storms did the work that they could not; splitting boats in twain, overcoming the marines and musketeers.
    >> Neverland pt 7 01/07/09(Wed)01:36 No.3335826
    The dead floated like so much bloated flotsam into the mouth of cave. The adults were carried into the workshops and stripped for grafting. The children suffered another fate.

    From the opposite side of the lake Hook kept watch as activity stirred in the cave. He could just barely spy dozens of hands dragging bodies into the cave. For what reason he could only guess. No matter he turned to the two marines beside him. "Dredge the corpses," he ordered, "burn the bodies, bury the ashes."

    In the cave the 'lost ones' had brought the few children to Pan, it had been a poor harvest, no doubt plagued by the new pest that waited just beyond the threshold of the cave. "Peter, they are read," a 'lost one' croaked, his vocal chords far beyond rotten; in another week his voice would be gone without a fresh graft.

    Peter extended his hand back into the cave. Undisturbed, Wendy continued to pick at the choicest bits of flesh that sat before her. Belle extended her wings and fluttered to her master's side. She was much more uncovered than covered and had the 'lost ones' had any sense of arousal they would have found her irresistible. She handed Pan a glittery jar filled with the metallic dust that sloughed off her wings.

    A fresher 'lost one,' watched as Pan opened the jar over the bodies that were brought in. "What is happening?" he asked, his voice noticeably crisper than that of his brothers and sisters. Pan glared at the interrupter and stopped himself from tearing him shreds.

    "What happens now, simple one," Pan started, "just watch. It just takes a little pixie dust."
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)01:38 No.3335847
    Marines were ship to ship combatants back in the day
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)01:40 No.3335856
    Also, Neverland writefag here.

    Earlier I named Hook's daughter Emily. That should read 'Wendy.'

    disregard that I can't remember characters from movies made before my parents were born
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)01:43 No.3335898
    holy shit, this is awesome
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)01:57 No.3336023
    this is good stuff man...
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)02:05 No.3336077
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    keep going
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)02:05 No.3336078
    >>3335856Peter Pan... movie...

    God, learn to literature immaturefag.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)02:09 No.3336102
    This shit better be achieved...
    >> Neverland pt 8 01/07/09(Wed)02:10 No.3336110
    His ranks barely reinforced by the poor corpse harvest, Pan knew he dared not face his nemesis head on. Seeding a storm would flood the cave and he was still unsure of his ability to leave the cave. He knew that his 'lost ones' would be dashed on the muskets of those red coated men. He needed to trap them. He brooded on his options as Wendy fawned upon him.

    She had grown marginally prettier by her fresh graftings. She had bits of hair from a noble-woman, the skin of a princess stitched over her cheeks. The fresh beauty would last a week before sloughing off like so much refuse.

    Tinker Belle ruminated in the back of the throne room, watching Wendy slide her fingers through Pan's hair. She grit her teeth. Pan's other mistresses were simple to deal with; 'irreversible decay' is a plausible explanation when they can be kept away from Pan, but Pan had kept this new one close. She clenched her fists and her nails dug deep into her palm. She lapped at the wound and thought of how to win back the grace of her Master.

    A sliver of moonlight piercing the thin ceiling of the throne room illuminated the monster child. Truly he was as handsome as he was ruthless. But now his face was twisted and contorted in frustration.

    "Tinker Belle," he called, "to me," he commanded. Quickly, she unveiled her wings and followed her leash to her master. He reached for her face and gripped it open palmed. Below her, Belle watched Wendy pick at the bits of foregone flesh left on her body and Tinker Belle winced with disgust.

    "Tink," Pan said with a sneer, "you know you're the most important thing in the world to me." The words were terse and lifeless, like the creature from whence those words fell.

    She could have resisted him, Wendy still splayed on his lap was enough evidence to see the bald lie in his words. She could have resisted him had she not so wanted to believe him.

    She was his.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)02:17 No.3336168
    sweet. I hope pan sends her to fool Hook...maybe she'll end up on Hook's side? MAYBE THERE WILL BE A WHAT A TWIST MOMENT AT THE END....
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)02:30 No.3336253
    Thread merits archiving, I think.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)02:32 No.3336263
    only been requested 2 times, requesting more requests
    >> Neverland pt 8 01/07/09(Wed)02:40 No.3336303
    Hook's men worked tirelessly through the afternoon. What was left of the Jolly Roger was recast into a small fleet of rafts.

    In the night two marines had stood watch just beyond the camp. They scanned the tree line for signs of movement, but found none. With an odd jerk of his neck one marine twisted his head almost unnaturally skyward, the other took no notice. Above them hovered the iridescent pixie, shimmering dust fell over the observing marine and he quickly drew his pistol. His comrade followed suit and looked more frantic at the tree line, "What is it?" he beckoned, "What do you see?" His answer came swiftly. In a moment his head became a shattered wet mess of gore and bone. No sooner had the watchmen fallen than the mesmerized marine took his friend's pistol, put it to his temple and rejoined his friend at the River Styx.

    "It's been a while since I could do that," Tinker Belle mused, truly proud to put her abilities to work again.

    At the main camp the gunshots did not go unnoticed. The men fell back to positions. Only on the order of the Commodore did work on the rafts continue. The sleepers were roused and brought to bear. Muzzles bristled across the encampment, Hook had not come this far to die so soon.
    >> Neverland pt 9 01/07/09(Wed)03:00 No.3336389
    "Help!" cried a whimpering voice, "Please help!"

    "Weapons down!" barked Hook. The voice that called to him was painfully familiar. "Help!" it cried again. "Come in! To the light!" she shouted desperately, "Come so that we may see you."

    A redheaded child, sopping wet, came forward. A single utterance fell from Hook's mouth, "Wendy," he whispered. Before he could realize what was said the memory evaporated. The girl was covered in blood, a gaping wound on her hand bled profusely. "Doctor, to me," Hook ordered as he ran to the bloodied child, "Quickly!"

    When had reached her the child collapsed in his arms. The transformation spell always took a toll on Tinker Belle. She was helpless in the care of the man whose doom she brought. The doctor came forward with his bag. He paused, clearly remarking on what Hook had so fleetingly noticed. "Commodore," the doctor started. "NOT NOW!" Hook screamed, "SHE'S DYING." She wasn't. Belle knew how much magic she had consumed that day and she was far from exhausted.

    The seeds of Pan's plan had been sown. But now Belle was too tired. And she had started to understand how much she missed the concern of another.

    "Hold on child," Hook whispered, taking care to use his flesh hand to cradle the girl's head.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)03:09 No.3336422
    you should submit this somewhere
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)03:15 No.3336466
    Dude, you can't leave me hanging! go on!
    >> Neverland pt 9 01/07/09(Wed)03:20 No.3336507
    When Belle finally roused it was daylight. She had stayed out too long. The sun burned on her skin leaving red welts of searing pain.

    Across from her sat the grizzled Commodore. He walked towards her and draped his heavy Commodore's jacket over her. "Sunburns," he said, "keep yourself covered." Belle quickly took account of her surroundings. She had slept in Hook's bed. From the look of the dirt where Hook had sad, he had spent the night keeping watch over her. She looked at the small portrait of a young redheaded woman leaning against a makeshift table and knew that her transformation had been perfect. Subtle enough to stir Hook but not so overdone to be suspicious.

    She would gain his trust and strike him down. Now she merely needed the moment. To kill him now would be no small chore but entirely doable. Living to reap the wards of such loyalty to Pan was another matter entirely. The strike would be stayed.

    Hook smiled at Belle as she she looked at the painting. "What is your name, child?" he asked.

    Belle hesitated, "B-Bea."

    "For, Beatrice, no doubt," Hook beamed.

    "Of course," Belle replied.

    "It's as though it were a mirror, isn't it?" Hook said, pointing to her and to the portrait.

    "Almost," Belle replied with a sly grin. Wendy's withered face wasn't so hard to reconstruct, after all.

    "Follow, child," Hook beckoned, standing, "It is time for breakfast." He extended his hand and smiled. The expression was alien to her. Like a grimace, or perhaps a scowl, but without the malice. The sensation was pleasant. Perhaps she would try it.

    The muscles in her face contorted and flexed into formation.

    Hook's face went from a smile to a furrowed brow, "I know the burn hurts, child, come eat, for your strength."

    Belle wasn't sure what she had done wrong but picked herself up, the tail of Hook's coat dragging behind her as she followed.
    >> Neverland pt 9 01/07/09(Wed)03:21 No.3336513

    Neverland writefag here. If you can stay up I do intend to finish this.

    It's great to have the flu and not be able to sleep :D
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)03:26 No.3336550
    OH SHI-

    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)03:27 No.3336552

    not going anywhere till this tale is told, Good Sir. you have all night if you need it.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)03:29 No.3336571
    continue on my good sir
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)03:41 No.3336627
    needs more croc and clock
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)03:51 No.3336692
    wonder, dear sir, please continue...
    >> Neverland pt 10 01/07/09(Wed)03:54 No.3336708
    Hook and Bea had taken the captain's table, or what passed as the captain's table at the encampment. Marines on all sides saluted their Commodore as he passed. No doubt the reverence and respect of the soldiers was not lost on Tinker Belle. She assured herself that killing him in his room would have been a mistake; to do so would only enrage them. They would have to be thinned for Pan's plan to be effective.

    But for now she pushed those thoughts from her mind. It had been so long since she felt the care of another. Hook would be dead before tomorrow's end, Belle had to make the most of her time with the Commodore.

    The doctor pulled a bench open for Bea and she sat beside Hook. "Like father and daughter," the Doctor teased, hoping to lighten the mood of his stoic commander. The words only brought a ripple of pain that resonated throughout Hook's body. He shook at the words. His face buried in his hands and only the faintest whimper escaped him. He had to be strong for his men. With a painful, sorrowful smile he patted the doctor on the shoulder, "Indeed," Hook replied. He turned his smile toward Bea and she made another disappointing attempt at the expression.

    "It is alright, child," he laughed, "do not strain yourself."

    Breakfast passed half solemn and and half celebratory. The men knew that this would be one of their last meals together. The daytime was far too early for drink but with certain death before them they drank well -- except for the captain, who, after years of sorrow and solitude, had a child to care for.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)03:54 No.3336712

    We've done our part, you do yours, request more!
    >> Neverland pt 11 01/07/09(Wed)03:57 No.3336730
    When the drink had subsided, he met with his lieutenants and sergeants. They were two men short but their numbers were sufficient. They plotted their course and assigned gunners and reloaders to each squad. Each man would carry two rifles and two pistols, reloaders would have guns accessible to their squad at all times. In the midst of their war planning. Bea had wandered into the meeting. She had overheard the planning and thought the information would aid her Master in the coming battle.

    "Woah now," one sergeant said, holding his hand out, "you shouldn't be here, lass." She looked at him and then to Hook. "Calm down sergeant," Hook said, "there's no need to censor her. Unless you suppose her for some kind of informant," he joked. The startle on Tinker Belle's face was plain. She looked at Hook wide eyed. He caught it, he had caught her. 'He's clever, this Hook,' she told herself, 'played me as I played him.'

    She was certain he was dead. The muskets would light at any moment and she would be pulverized. Hook reached out his hand and pulled the hood of Bea's shawl over her head. Hesitant, he said, "Cover your burns, child. They'll never heal otherwise."

    She quickly departed. He may have been on to her. She had to regain his trust quickly or at least make him want to believe that she, Tinker Belle, was Wendy.
    >> Neverland pt 12 01/07/09(Wed)04:10 No.3336810
    Back in the cave, Pan had laid his trap. He pulled his 'lost ones' from the mouth of the cave. The men would most likely use the sun as cover and the 'lost ones' were helpless.

    He knew that he would need every 'lost one' if he was to survive the assault. He looked at the animated corpse that gazed at him playfully from his lap. The stitching on some of her newer grafts was coming loose. Perhaps Wendy would also suffer 'irreparable decay' and go the way of the others. No matter, there were others. There would always be others.

    He matted the bits of hair that had not fallen out and launched Wendy from his lap. She flew across the floor and slammed into the closed door of the throne room. She would have screamed if she remembered what pain was.

    "Wretch," she word had more endearment than it seemed, "Prepare yourself. Tonight we make nightmares in Neverland."

    Wendy picked up her broken body from the floor. She hated Pan. The further he throttled her the easier it was to hate him, to see him for the monster he was. But to be near him made him irresistible.

    Her body no longer told her of cuts or bruises, but the intense loss and loneliness she felt in the throne room pained her like nothing else. She prayed for oblivion every night, when she could roll away from the monster that lay beside her. How she wished for the black nothingness instead of eternal misery.
    >> Neverland pt 13 01/07/09(Wed)04:31 No.3336890
    The good Commodore sat on the unusable bits of the Jolly Roger and surveyed his men. He counted the number of souls that would never the colonies or Mother England. The thought of the men who had followed him. He reminisced on the day he had offered his men escape from this fate. How none left his side, even knowing that only death waited them.

    "Papa," the pip voice called out to the solemn Commodore. He stirred. 'Papa' was how the doctor had told Bea to address Hook. Of course he was drunk, but no matter now.

    "I haven't been called that in seven years," he said sadly. He patted the plank beside him and beckoned Bea to sit.

    "What was she like?" Bea asked, "your daughter?"

    "To be fair," he started, "I do not know. All I have of her is that portrait in my study, sent by my wife in England while I patrolled the Caribbean." A look of sorrow filled Hook's eyes again. He pulled his emotions back, there would be plenty of time for sadness in death.

    Bea patted Hook on the back, she had seen the other sailors do it when consoling each other. It seemed appropriate.

    "All I know is that she was beautiful," he said and smiled, "as are you child."

    "No, no," Bea protested, "surely others cherish her more than me." The phrasing was odd, but Hook parsed through it.

    He looked at her sternly, "NONSENSE!" he roared, "I would have been proud to call you my child." Then he looked broken again, "The odd thing is that by now I'm more familiar with you than I will ever be with my own."

    "Then you may call me your daughter," Bea said quickly. For the first time her heart had felt warm and resonated through her body and to her cheeks where, for the first time, her muscles fired perfectly and finally Bea smiled.

    The Commodore smiled and lifted his hat to hide the tears in his eyes. "Of course," he started, putting his oversize hat on Bea's head, "my daughter."
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)04:37 No.3336908
    oh shi--
    >> Neverland pt 14 01/07/09(Wed)04:45 No.3336944
    The men of the Jolly Roger solidified their battle arrangements. The few cannons that survived the beaching were mounted onto the heavy rafts. Every gun was primed and loaded, marines practiced their battle drills while the quartermaster allotted each squad their ammunition.

    The Command Crew of the Jolly Roger had no illusions of the task at hand. If half the gunners survived to fire, it was already optimal. In the dark reloading would be next to impossible, reloading by torch was damned dangerous. Melee would ultimately be the focus once all the lead balls had flown.

    In a far corner of the camp, a father and daughter played on the beach, watched after by the crewmen of the Jolly Roger. They had been far from home for so long. They all knew that they would never see it again. England was a far off dream, their corpses would drift to Royal land if they were lucky. Even then, their corpses may just be quartered for treason. But none of those thoughts bothered them. For now, on an island deep in the Caribbean, where no cartographer has set foot and from where no man would leave that day, a father and daughter played on the beach. Immune to the worries of the next few hours, the men thought only of the man to whom they owed their unquestioned allegiance and undying respect.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)04:54 No.3336986
    I d'awwwd
    >> Neverland pt 15 01/07/09(Wed)05:01 No.3337011
    Dusk approached. Hook ordered makeshift anchors for the rafts made. They would hold position around the mouth of the cave; in case the 'lost ones' dared to fly out that night they would be met only by a wall of lead.

    Quietly, as the sun set, they paddled into position and dropped anchor. Some rafts were tethered together as some of the make shift weights loosed themselves. With their floating fortress they watched intently, the mouth of the cave. The largest raft was manned by the Commodore himself. Bea stood behind him, watching the mouth of the cave in horror. The time would be soon. She knew it.

    The men on the command raft were the injured, their minds would be easy to dominate. The moment the 'lost ones' attacked she could easily force them to kill Hook. With her incredible sight she peered into the cave. Deep in the recesses she saw Pan's grimacing face. For the first time in her life on the island, his glare only brought fear to her. She saw the first wave of 'lost ones' take flight. She would have to act soon. She felt her body shake, she knew what had to be done next. She felt her wings twitch beneath her father's coat. Her legs went weak and her head felt dizzy. She tried with every fiber in her body to disobey the order, to disobey Pan.

    The iridescent dust already began to fall out from under her. It was time. It was too late. She could do nothing. Weak and broken she said only words her body could muster, "Papa, I'm sorry."
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)05:07 No.3337039
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)05:10 No.3337056
    Story Teller i need a name to put on this, as I am saving it. Whats your name?
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)05:11 No.3337057
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    don't do it tink...Hook is a better man than Pan, he might even give you a happy life....
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)05:14 No.3337070
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    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)05:16 No.3337074
    Someone archive this when it's done.
    >> Neverland pt 15 01/07/09(Wed)05:18 No.3337081
    Pan watched the light explode in the main raft. Tinker Belle had done well. Perhaps he would reward when she returned. Perhaps. The 'lost ones' hungry after a full night without hunting were let loose upon the ragged raft fleet.

    No doubt the men would be in a frenzy without their leader. They'd likely go mad and deteriorate completely. Pan looked forward to picking over their bodies. "Don't cut them too much!" he hollered to his minions, "no sense in ruining dinner," he said, looking lovingly to his mistress. Wendy returned, a dead look across her eyes.

    The 'lost ones' bled from the mouth of the cave like an open wound. At least a hundred or so clawing over the cliff faces or spurting out like so much uncoagulated blood. They were no match against an organized force but with their Commodore gone, they would break. Pan knew this.

    "OPEN FIRE," a voice roared. The muskets blazed to life. Like they had drilled, the marines dropped their muskets to the reloaders and quickly brought up the next gun. "FIRE," the voice rang again. Sheets of lead cascaded over the 'lost ones' like an unrelenting sea. "FIRE," the voice shouted again; a cannon on one of the heavy rafts exploded in fury, hurling a cannon ball deep into the cave.
    >> Neverland pt 16 01/07/09(Wed)05:18 No.3337085
    Pan watched in terror as the hot iron round rolled around ever contour of his cave and came to rest at his feet. In his shock his grip was loosened on Wendy and she let brief emotion slip. What it was she did not know, it had been so long since she had felt emotion. But she knew that oblivion was coming -- and with it rest.

    Pan flew to the mouth of the cave to assess the situation. He looked from one raft to the other, trying to find the commander. That was when he saw him. The grizzled man with the eye patch over his left eye. Where is right hand once was, there brandished an engraved hook.

    For the first time in along time, Pan had truly felt scared. He had sown many storms with his 'lost ones' but never did he imagine that this man, this Hook would be his Whirlwind.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)05:22 No.3337096
    Fuck yeah, Hook.
    >> Coyote 01/07/09(Wed)05:32 No.3337120
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    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)05:40 No.3337145

    bricks - everywhere! I MUST KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT!
    >> Coyote 01/07/09(Wed)05:41 No.3337150
    Archived for you convenience:
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)05:52 No.3337175
    Screw convenience. I want the next part.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)05:53 No.3337181
    i have to get up for work in 4 hours...

    fuck...i think i can wait a bit more *sigh*
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)05:57 No.3337196
    I got 3 min left in me before I have to crash.
    >> Neverland pt 17 01/07/09(Wed)05:58 No.3337208
    "Bea!" Hook shouted, falling to the collapsed body of his daughter, "Bea, what have they done to you?"

    "COMMODORE!" one of his crew shouted. Hook whipped the pistols from his belt and fired the lead balls through the body of a lost one. It crumpled mid flight and slammed against the bow of the heavy raft like an egg on brick. He handed them to his reloader who quickly went to work.

    He knelt over the body of Bea and put his ear to her mouth. She was breathing, thank heaven. The reloader handed Hook his pistols.

    "Ensign," he called the junior officer, "bring me parchment and a quill. Now" The battle raged around him and Hook knew that he would not have much time. He brought his daughter behind one of the walls on the raft to shield her from the fight. The ensign was quick with the Commodore's orders.

    "Ensign," the Commodore commanded again, "bring me my sword." The officer hesitated. He knew what that meant. "Please, ensign," the Commodore repeated, more fatherly.
    >> Neverland pt 18 01/07/09(Wed)05:59 No.3337215
    He wrote quickly on the parchment, taking care that it would be at least readable. He glanced over at his daughter when he thought her breath stilled to ensure that she took in air again.

    When he finished, he sealed the letter with wax. He searched the bins for a leather sack and carefully placed the note inside. That done, he knew what came next.

    He looked at where his right hand had been at one point in his life. He looked at the hook that now rested there. He never used the hook in anger, it was a tool, it was his strength. Unlike bone and muscle, it would not bend, it would not break. When he was gone the hook would survive. On it he can scratched the names 'Victoria' and 'Wendy,' when he died those names would live on.

    Gingerly, he separated the iron hook from his arm. There was a sharp pain with it was severed, but Hook knew lost limbs felt little. With the note he placed his hook in the leather bag. Gingerly he folded it and put it into his daughter's hands.

    "I do not know how you survived where so many others perished," he whispered, "I do not know how or why you found me on this island. I do not know where you go from here. I don't even where you came from. I suspect I shall never know those answer." He brushed his daughter's hair and slowly removed his eyepatch and put it around his daughter's neck. "But I do know one thing," he said, holding his daughter's hands, "You were a godsend."

    He collapsed beside her, "I shall miss you Bea, more sorely than anyone can imagine." He looked at the stump on his wrist and felt his fingers brush tears from his left eye socket, "I was a broken man, Bea. But you made me whole again." He kissed his daughter on the forehead.

    The Commodore stood and composed himself. The ensign would return soon. His moment with Bea would be theirs alone, one of the few things shared by this father and daughter. "Remember me, won't you," he said tying his hair back, "In dreams, remember me."
    >> Neverland pt 19 01/07/09(Wed)06:00 No.3337217
    "Commodore," the ensign burst through the room, shocked by his commander. He had never seen the hollow socket or the stump. "I-I'm sorry Commodore."

    Hook stepped forward and took his sword and dagger. He clipped the long blade where his hook had been and stepped out onto the deck.

    He exchanged some words with the ensign before stepping off and making his way towards one of the heavy rafts. The ensign looked at his commander hesitantly and Hook nodded. The junior officer pulled up the anchor and drifted away into the night. Hook had spared the wounded his fate, and he had spared his youngest crewman such as well. Most importantly for the grizzled sailor he had protected the most precious cargo of all.

    A small girl who meant the world to him.
    >> Neverland pt 19 01/07/09(Wed)06:01 No.3337218
    I'm sorry, my steadfas/tg/entlemen, I really am going as fast as I can. :<
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)06:03 No.3337231

    i... manly tears ok yet?
    >> Coyote 01/07/09(Wed)06:04 No.3337234
    Me too, that's why I archived. If I crash before he does, I can check it again later.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)06:05 No.3337240
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    so... how about pirates in space? i'd play that.
    Hook in 40k! HARR
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)06:10 No.3337273
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    samefag here
    >> Neverland pt 20 01/07/09(Wed)06:15 No.3337292
    Pan watched from inside his lair as the largest heavy ship broke rank and drifted out of the lake and into the ocean. 'Weakness,' he thought. How wrong he was.

    "'LOST ONES,' CHARGE THE FLEEING SHIP! LET NONE ESCAPE!" He marched forward has his minions ascended into the sky. "I will end you, Hook," he muttered under his breath. The name stirred something in Wendy but quickly suffocated in utter blackness that filled her.

    On the heavy rafts Starky looked to his commander for guidance. The 'lost ones' had come in force but were ascending, attempting to overshoot the rafts. Hook looked out behind him, they were chasing Bea.

    "OPEN FIRE," he hollered. A volley of lead washed over the lost ones. Canons roared to life and tore through the rafts that carried them. Marines frantically bailed water from their boats and reloaded their guns with all fury.

    The muzzles chased after the 'lost ones' as their numbers easily flooded over them. Hook looked behind them and watched more 'lost ones' advancing on the rafts, gliding effortlessly over the water. The marines chased the flying creatures with their muzzles and thinned them as best as they could to shield the fleeing vessel.

    On the retreating boat the ensign commanded his squad of injured. He was only 14, the men he commanded were easily three times his age, but order was maintained. They knew that they would die. They knew that they had failed their beloved Commodore. But they would fail magnificently.
    >> Neverland pt 20 01/07/09(Wed)06:17 No.3337304
    note: I know it's a weird bit, but it wasn't uncommon to have really young kids be junior officers back in the day... man my knowledge of random colonial naval trivia scares me
    >> Dr. Baron von Evilsatan 01/07/09(Wed)06:19 No.3337314
    It's not that rare, given that you're expected to be working from about twelve and are considered more or less an adult at 15-16 at this time period. Making a kid an ensign was pretty much the old-military oficer's school.

    As the youngest ensign, the kid would also bear the unit's Colours, if they have any.
    >> Coyote 01/07/09(Wed)06:23 No.3337329
    >>fail magnificently
    I wanted to lol, but instead I shed a single tear. Why you do this /tg/?
    >> Neverland pt 21 01/07/09(Wed)06:24 No.3337332
    The HMS Bea, christened so by Commodore Hook had drifted far from the fighting and had almost reached the open ocean. The men on the rafts were sacrificing themselves to support their escape. The ensign called the men to order. There were no each man had a gun, even the reloaders, there likely wouldn't be enough time for a second volley in any case.

    The ensign stood on the deck with his men, proped up against whatever support they could find. The 'lost ones' were gain ground too fast. He knew he was right to arm the reloaders. He lifted his saber into the sky and the men took aim. "Goodbye, gentlemen," he said. "Goodbye, sir," they replied. The young officer swept his saber and fired his pistol into the mass of 'lost ones' his men followed suit and grabbed their swords, ready to defend what ground they could. The 'lost ones' descended upon them like hornets, jaws bared and razor teeth ready to shred whatever it flew into.

    In the hold of the raft. Bea stirred.
    >> Neverland pt 21 01/07/09(Wed)06:25 No.3337336
    I'll work it into my second draft.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)06:35 No.3337368
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    Best PeterPan
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)06:37 No.3337370
    For a second, I thought that was Peter.
    >> Neverland pt 22 01/07/09(Wed)06:40 No.3337384
    She was groggy and dizzy. She had spent her energy on herself, overloading her body with magical energy to stay her hand. She had not expected to awaken -- ever.

    First she found the leather bag that had been folded so neatly for her. She was oblivious to the combat waiting to happen outside. The volley was already gone and the 'lost ones' had not yet overtaken them.

    She found the hook first. It was heavy and roused her curiosity. She looked around for her father but did not see him there. Maybe he had discovered her plot, left her to drift on the open ocean. It was a fitting punishment, she decided, to be left alone on the cold open ocean for plotting to betray the man who had only showed her warmth and love. She would not fly away, she told herself, she would endure it. It was the least that she could for her father.

    She palmed the hook and looked it over. The names 'Victoria' and 'Wendy' were etched plainly and with fine craft. Why had he left this, she wondered. Then she felt the odd bristle of shaved metal on the obverse. Written plainly, scratched with the tip of a blade 'Bea.' She palmed the metal hook like her father had, drawing her hand into her sleeve. She looked into a steel mirror in the room and found that her father had left her his coat and hat, and eye patch. Perhaps he was just outside, she thought, just fishing. Her mind drifted to thoughts of a new life. Surely the calm meant they were at peace. All was well. Pan was far enough away that Tinker Belle -- no -- Beatrice Hook could live.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)06:45 No.3337393
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)06:50 No.3337414
    so do the lost ones have wings of bone and skin or do they fly with evil fairy dust?

    high five writefag, god tier stuff here
    >> Neverland pt 23 01/07/09(Wed)06:51 No.3337420
    Hook was caught in a flurry of musket fire when he saw the beast emerge from his cave.

    "PAN!" he gritted.

    "Hook. How nice to see you, so glad you could c-"

    A lead ball flew past Pan's head, the heat from the flying projectile burned his cheek as it whizzed past.

    "Come now, Hook," Pan taunted, "do come inside," he drifted back into the cave, his mutilated mistress in tow.

    "Bring us in Starky," Hook commanded.

    "Aye." The heavy raft was paddled into the mouth of the cave, when it could go no further Hook disembarked. His sword fist rattled as it dragged along the floor, it had been a long time since he had used it.

    Starky loaded his pistol and prepared to follow. "No, Starky," Hook commanded, "this is my fight, the men need you to lead them." Starky paused, "Aye," he said reluctantly. He turned his pistol and offered it to the Commodore.

    "For Smee," he said. Hook took the pistol.

    "For us all," he replied. The heavy raft drifted back into the fray Starky looked upon the man who had seen every corner of the world, who had set his foot on every known continent, he looked at his friend who walked away from him now. He know that he would not see Hook again in this life, he prayed he would have the fortune to meet him at the Great Four Rivers.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)06:52 No.3337424
    im definitely glad i stuck with this. definitely gave some new campaign ideas.

    +175658412 internets for you, sir.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)06:52 No.3337426

    best. twist. ever.

    loli hook is now officially the darling of /tg/
    >> Neverland pt 24 01/07/09(Wed)07:11 No.3337465
    Beatrice heard the heavy thuds of flesh and bone colliding with the boat. Suddenly she snapped back to reality. Her father was gone. She stepped outside and watched as dozens of 'lost ones' circled and dived at the ship. Two of the men were dead, their bodies being lifted away by the rotting children. The ensign did his best to harass the buzzards coming after his dead but they were gone. Beatrice stood on the deck surrounded by carnage. She looked at the glittery dust that trailed off their fetid corpses in flight and the knew the hand she had played in this.

    But now was time for her redemption. She was not Tinker Belle. Not anymore and never again would she answer to that name. "I am Beatrice Hook," she whispered to herself, "now I must act like a Hook." Her father's metal claw still tight in her hand she felt her body default back to its normal state. She would not have the energy to fight if she stayed a child. Faster than thought, she had filled out her father's coat and hat, the patch he had so lovely put over neck now slid over her left eye. She forced her wings to wrap around her body so as not to destroy her father's coat.
    >> Neverland pt 25 01/07/09(Wed)07:11 No.3337466
    "Hook!" one of marines marveled before correcting himself, "Miss Hook." His wounds had reopened and was bleeding out. Surely he was delirious, Bea told herself. She put him to sleep at sealed his wounds. She did the same with the others. They would have been driven insane by what she did next.

    Bea lept into the sky, an orb of fire and electricity rippled around her. The 'lost ones' had never truly faced the awesome wrath of the fae, but they knew what awaited them.
    >> Neverland pt 26 01/07/09(Wed)07:11 No.3337467
    For one hundred meters in all directions, anything unfortunate enough to see Bea's fury erupt in a yellow white nova of pure rage.

    The eldritch ripple sent a wave of energy that anything magically inclined could sense.

    Still hovering in the air, Bea watched as the 'lost ones' out of range of her first nova retreated back to the cave.

    "I'm close, Papa," she said under her breath, "I'll be at your side soon."
    >> Neverland pt 26 01/07/09(Wed)07:13 No.3337470
    If you guys can't tell, I'm getting near the end. I'm glad you like it.
    >> Neverland pt 27 01/07/09(Wed)07:23 No.3337495
    The 'lost ones' driven back by Bea's fury rushed back to the mouth of the cave. Starky looked to his crew and yelled, "FIRE," a sheet of lead flew at them but with the legions with with they came, they may as well have done nothing. Starky turned towards the last cannon team and aimed them at the mouth of the cave. He would not allow his Commodore to be denied his revenge.

    "FIRE" he screamed and the remaining two cannons hurled their heavy rounds at the roof of the cave, crushing the few lost ones at the head of the retreat. Those that were left barreled back at the raftsmen. They crew of the Jolly Roger knew their end had come. Stoic and brave, they raised their swords and prepared for the end. "Good look, my friend, Hook. I pray I shall see you at the Great Rivers."

    The 'lost ones' crashed upon the rafts like a tidal wave of wretched flesh and bone, pulling into the depths what remained of the brave crew of the Jolly Roger.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)07:32 No.3337544
    I think all the quotes are a little distracting, drop the 'lost ones' and write it as the Lost Ones or something.

    VERY minor detail, just one guys opinion, great work ect ect
    >> Neverland pt 28 01/07/09(Wed)07:33 No.3337548
    "Where are you, Hook?" Pan teased. He could very well see the sailor stumbling through the pitch black cave. "So dark, yes?" he chided, gliding from one end of the cave to another to disorient the man. "It's like fighting a ghost, isn't it?"

    "If I were you, Pan, I'd surrender," Hook called into the darkness.

    "If I were you, Hook," Pan teased, preparing to pounce, "I'd be DEAD!" Pan thrust himself from the cave wall barreling towards his blind target. He readied a knife, not large enough to kill, just cut. Pan wanted to make this battle last.

    Hook was almost at a loss. He could see nothing and Pan's flight made him almost silent -- almost. Hook stabbed his sword and Pan was caught under Hook's sweeping blade. He rode the swing into a wall behind him.

    "I've got you," Hook proclaimed."

    "Not quite," Pan kicked again, bringing his blade on Hook's good eye. Whatever aid light would give him was gone.
    >> Neverland pt 28 01/07/09(Wed)07:34 No.3337552
    second draft etc etc etc

    To be honest I'm actually amazed at how I'm making this all up essentially on the fly
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)07:35 No.3337561
    thats the roleplayers special power, to take an idea run with it.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)07:39 No.3337583
    oh fuck.

    that's a hard wound to overcome
    >> Neverland pt 29 01/07/09(Wed)07:43 No.3337598
    Bea charged back to the cave, energy sparking off her in all directions. She watched as the wave of 'Lost Ones' crashed upon the raft fleet and vanish into the water. The few that remained on the surface faced her wrath. One after another 'Lost Ones' came at her from all angles, and each one vaporized as it touched her aura. She had given them the magic to achieve undeath, she would wrench it from every last one of them.

    She glided into the cave and quickly picked her way deeper in. Her father was still alive, she knew it in her heart, he could not be dead. The cave in was a simple obstacle and with a single burst of focused energy, the work of two cannons was undone.

    The 'Lost Ones' who hid in the caves found their unlife slowly drained out of them with each of Bea's steps.

    Picking across the cave she remembered well her old home. She had felt boredom here once, then fear -- now there was only determination.

    She breached the door to the throne and watched as a blind and stumbling Commodore Hook dragged his body towards the unmoving corpse of Wendy.
    >> Neverland pt 29 01/07/09(Wed)07:54 No.3337629
    "You stole my family from me, Pan, what more is an eye," Hook spat, "I've lost one already, losing the second one doesn't hurt as much." Hook steadied himself again.

    Pan charged. Now fully focused on his hearing Hook's swipe rang true, he cut into the monster's arm and freed the beast's weapon from his hand. Hearing the clang of metal on stone, Hook dove upon the knife and took it into his left hand. Pan, baffled by the sailor's skills, slammed right into the wall of the cave.

    Unperturbed he produced another knife out of the air, this one much longer. "It's been fun, Hook," he chided, "but I think it's time I found a new play thing." Pan strafed over and over, cutting Hook to ribbons. Slowly the life leaked away from his crippled adversary.

    Hook steadied his free hand on a wall to keep his balance and Pan struck. Without more than a moment of gripping the stone, the hand would never feel again.

    Hook grit his teeth. He would show no weakness. He heard the heavy breathing of his foe and knew he was wearing the monster down. He still had his sword, it would have to be enough.
    >> Neverland pt 30 01/07/09(Wed)07:55 No.3337630
    "You stole my family from me, Pan, what more is an eye," Hook spat, "I've lost one already, losing the second one doesn't hurt as much." Hook steadied himself again.

    Pan charged. Now fully focused on his hearing Hook's swipe rang true, he cut into the monster's arm and freed the beast's weapon from his hand. Hearing the clang of metal on stone, Hook dove upon the knife and took it into his left hand. Pan, baffled by the sailor's skills, slammed right into the wall of the cave.

    Unperturbed he produced another knife out of the air, this one much longer. "It's been fun, Hook," he chided, "but I think it's time I found a new play thing." Pan strafed over and over, cutting Hook to ribbons. Slowly the life leaked away from his crippled adversary.

    Hook steadied his free hand on a wall to keep his balance and Pan struck. Without more than a moment of gripping the stone, the hand would never feel again.

    Hook grit his teeth. He would show no weakness. He heard the heavy breathing of his foe and knew he was wearing the monster down. He still had his sword, it would have to be enough.

    (edit: misnumbered)
    >> Neverland pt 31 01/07/09(Wed)08:04 No.3337653
    Wendy felt slightly free. She had always been in control of her body, to a degree, but now she felt like bonds were breaking. Whatever spell Pan had put her under was weakening. Surely the stress of battle weighed heavily on one even so magically inclined as he.

    Wendy looked at the bleeding man across the throne room. Who was he? She looked at her hands, the rotting flesh that was her skin, what had become of her. What kind of monster was she?

    "YOU'RE FINISHED, HOOK," Pan cheered. The name struck something in Wendy. She had felt it before but both the name and the feeling still felt alien to her.

    Gleefully, Pan danced around his faltering adversary. "I hear there's some crocodiles on this island that would love to get a piece of you; maybe I'll indulge them," he said, slamming his knife through Hook's knee. The joint collapsed completely, as did Hook.

    "Oh my simple simple, friend," Pan joked, "You know, they say that 'if you stop believing in something, it dies.'" He sauntered over Hook, resting his foot on the proud sailor's chest, "But believe me, Hook, oh believe me. I'm very real. And I will never die."
    >> Neverland pt 32 01/07/09(Wed)08:15 No.3337676
    Wendy felt the name roll over her again. 'Hook' she thought to herself. 'Who is Hook?'

    "Wendy," Pan beckoned, "come see this."

    'Wendy?' the old Commodore thought to himself. He looked out into the world but it was pointless. Even if there was light he wouldn't be able to see anyway.

    Pan was exhausted. Not from Hook working him over, what hope did a crippled, old sailor stand against a being such as he; but from the exquisite torture that he exacted upon the man. Pan took pride in his work, the most excruciating pride.

    "COME HERE," Pan barked. Wendy cautiously approached. Pan grabbed her by the neck and thrust her before the man he was ready to kill. "You see this," he said forcing her face into the bloody mess of a man, "This, is the great Sir Commodore Hook."

    Something snapped in Wendy.

    "And this," Pan continued.

    The gears in what was left in Wendy's head went into overdrive. "Wendy Hook," she muttered under her breath.


    What little soul she still possessed beat back against the infinite darkness that filled her heart and for a single blazing fleeting moment, her body was hears again. She thrust herself before the blade meant for her father. She understood the life she lead, she knew her existence was forfeit the moment her body hit the deep blue. If she could give her father but a chance to live, a father she had only heard of. A father she had finally met in her dying moments. A father who had found his lost daughter, only to lose her again.
    >> Neverland pt 33 01/07/09(Wed)08:33 No.3337738
    No words can express the sorrow that filled the good Commodore's heart. To be given the gift of Wendy, his lost daughter, only to be robbed of her again. No more cruel chain of events could Pan have ever dreamed. The magnificent grief he caused gave him only a mischievous glee.

    "Papa," Wendy cried, "Papa, I'm here."

    "I know," Hook called out, groping towards the voice of his loved one. "I'm here, my child." The pathetic sight only excited Pan. From every corner of the throne room came peeps of Wendy's voice, driving him in every direction.

    Pan felt an odd ripple in the room, something was drawing away his power as his flight slightly faltered before he could correct it.

    He looked over at Hook, finally crawling towards his daughter. "Hmm, better get this over with," Pan said slightly unnerved. He produced two more blades from the air.

    "Wendy, my child," Hook said as he finally felt his skin rub against the monstrous patchwork that held his daughter.

    "Papa," she cried.

    "No, no, I'm here now, I'm here," he comforted, cradling Wendy in his arms. "Papa's here, it's alright."

    "Papa be careful," she warned. Pan hovering over them, with blades poised to strike.

    "So much to tell you," Hook started, "You have a sister, Wendy, you would like her."

    In a dark and lifeless cave, in an unnamed and uncharted island, hidden out in the uncaring and angry sea; Pan let his knife drop. The Good Sir Commodore Hook was no more.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)08:44 No.3337768
    I knew this was coming, but it still brings a tear to my eye.
    >> Neverland pt 34 01/07/09(Wed)08:48 No.3337776
    Bea had watched helplessly, trapped behind the throne room door as Pan severed her father's life. He fed on the sorrow that spilled from her.

    But there was no time for sorrow. Not yet. She would let herself cry later, now there was only rage. The energy she had drawn from every 'lost one' in the cave rippled and boiled over. Pan would pay.

    With a blast of energy, Bea tore through door and it exploded with the fury of a bomb. Pan knew immediately that something was wrong. Thinking fast, he shifted himself beyond the human light spectrum.

    "So simple, isn't it?" he teased, "to neutralize your newfound pow-"

    An electric explosion arced across the throne room like so many fiery spiders spinning their webs. It was inevitable for Pan to get caught in the fury.

    He collapsed into a smoldering heap on the throne room floor. Remnants of Bea's attack arced over his clothes. He tried to shift again but it was no good. Bea was draining the energy out of him. He would be lucky if he could stand -- he was so lucky.

    "Tinker Belle," Pan started, "what are yo-."

    "NO!" she roared with the voice of a thousand lions. Her eyes glowed with an inhuman blue glow, "You will not call me that again!"

    "Well then my lady," Pan flirted, she was having none of it, "by what name do I call you?"

    With a blur and flash of light, Bea arced her hook across Pan's face. She brought it to bare again on the crown of his skull. "You will call me HOOK!"
    >> Neverland pt 35 01/07/09(Wed)09:08 No.3337809
    Pan wiped the blood from his mouth. He had never bleed before. The new sensation would have excited and intrigued him, if he wasn't also mortified.

    Bea throttled him to the wall of his throne room. He fell as he watched his impending death walk towards him. She approached, palms open collecting the energies she had absorbed. She channeled every imaginable element into her hands: light, dark, heat, cold, electricity, elements spanning the stars above and the deep recesses of the earth. An aura of raw magic surrounded her. Colors shimmered and boiled from every point on and beyond spectrum, colors that have never existed since flickered in and out of being. She magically lifted Pan to the wall as he struggled, totally helpless.

    "You know that place between hell and oblivion?" she asked in a voice more grim than the death that awaited Pan, "That place of suffering so deep that you pray for the sweet nothingness that is just out of your reach? That is where I am sending you, Peter Pan. That is where you will spend eternity. Pray that Hades has more mercy on you."

    She touched her iron hook to Pan's head. The creature writhed and contorted, weaving into and out of himself as magical energies ripped through his very essence. He felt his body falling apart in the torrent, then the tissues shredding around him; he felt his cells tearing away from each other until the very chemical bonds that held them together evaporated in a torrent of chaos and energy. Pan ceased.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)09:10 No.3337812

    GOOD END!!!!!!!!

    as i stated earlier: loli hook is now officially the darling of /tg/
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)09:13 No.3337814
    You know what I really appreciate, integrating adapted quotes from the movies.

    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)09:15 No.3337822
    We need Drawfags on Bea Hook, STAT!
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)09:16 No.3337823
    lol I'm not done -- well I'm mostly done, I'm just now starting to conclude it
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)09:22 No.3337837
    Permission to post the Neverland story in my forum?
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)09:24 No.3337843
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    in that case

    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)09:25 No.3337846
    >> Neverland pt 36 01/07/09(Wed)09:42 No.3337910
    Bea raced to her father's side. What magic she hadn't spend destroying Pan she channeled into her father and sister. There was nothing she could do. No sooner could she patch a wound than another reopened. She could bring them to the brink of life but that's all she could do. She felt her power weakening and their souls drifting further towards the Great Rivers.

    "Bea," Hook muttered, the words just barely audible.

    "I'm here, Papa," she replied. Wendy, slowly dying now that her bond to Pan was gone wasted away, her final moments with her family. "I'm here too, Papa,' Wendy said.

    "I'm glad," Hook whispered. "I-I can't see you." Bea spun some magic to temporarily reform her father's eye. "Oh there you are," he said, Bea had reverted to her adult from in the fight, Hook was, well -- "My how you've grown," he said in delirium, "I'm so proud to see that you've become a lady." What he was seeing, Bea could not understand, that he was happy was her only concern. "Wendy," he muttered, "say hello to your new sister." Bea looked over at Wendy. Wendy smiled and was gone. Bea wept. "So nice to have the family here," he said, his voice growing weaker with each letter. "I think I must be going," Hook whispered. The smile that he wore slowly fading. "Papa has to go, Bea."

    "Of course," she said, the tears uncontrollable, "I'll be here, Papa."

    She weaved a ghostly hand for him to hold on to.

    "Remember me, won't you?" the words echoed, "In dreams, remember..."
    >> Neverland pt 36 01/07/09(Wed)09:43 No.3337913
    Yeah sure, but it's not over yet.

    God why do I write so much.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)09:44 No.3337916
    >> Neverland pt 36 01/07/09(Wed)09:46 No.3337920
    oh, could you post the link when you do post it, I kinda want to put my name on this, but I'm not too keen on putting my name out on 4chan
    >> TheLaughingMan !!CwndNHTjLMy 01/07/09(Wed)09:47 No.3337925
    >There's quite a bit you could do with it to re-imagine it as a full-blown campaign world, I think.
    >to re-imagine it as a full-blown campaign world

    What you did there. I think I see it. Also, please continue.
    >> Neverland pt 37 (Epilogue) 01/07/09(Wed)10:05 No.3338009
    The late Good Sir Commodore Hook found himself standing on the barrens shores of an unknown water. He looked out across the vast expanse for any sign of life. The moments just before his death were a blur to him.

    He stood for hours, unsure of what to do. As the time passed, he was sure he had died. The memory was painful and vivid. This new world before him flickered in and out violently. He heard voices talking to him. He was not sure why, but he had felt at peace afterward.

    He waited for what seemed like days, unmoving, staring out across the strange water. In the distance he saw a worm eating ferry make it's way to him. The rider was a skeleton. His name was Charon. How Hook knew this he did not know.

    He approached and the ferryman crossed his scythe across his chest.

    He pointed behind Hook. Where once no water had been, there spanned a vast ocean. In the distance he spotted a boat. It approached slowly.

    "Good Sir Commodore Hook, Ahoy!"


    "Aye, Commodore."

    "Where are we going?"

    "Elysium, Commodore."

    "How do we get there?"

    "That's why you're here sir," he teased.
    >> Neverland pt 38 (Epilogue) 01/07/09(Wed)10:05 No.3338012
    They paddled out to a huge ship. In brilliant gold letters read "HMS JOLLY ROGER." Starky was the first to approach him. "We waited for you, sir. No way we'd head off without you." His marines, his sailors, his officers; all awaiting his first command.

    Near the captain's corners a small redheaded girl played with a little pixie doll. "Hello Papa," she said, "Wendy!"

    The reunion was more than he could handle. He turned command of the boat over to his long lost friend Smee and spoke with his daughter. "Where's Bea?" she asked. The name was oddly familiar, he knew it would come back in time, he did have an odd feeling, it was strange however that he had what he knew was a right answer, "I think she's just fine, darling."

    "I think so too," she smiled.


    "Yes, Smee!"

    "We approach Elysium, your wife has been waiting."

    "Then we should make this fast."

    "Of course sir."

    Hook look proudly at his crew. His brave soldiers who had sacrificed everything for him. He knew the limitless rewards that awaited the valiant in Elysium; but having his family again was reward enough.
    >> Neverland pt 38 (Epilogue) 01/07/09(Wed)10:06 No.3338016
    lol, actually I'm not the OP, this was originally supposed to end at part 2
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)10:09 No.3338030
    Manly tears good sir Writefag. Manly fucking tears.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)10:12 No.3338041
    Then, Hook stood up.

    "What are you doing crying over Hook Tinker Belle? Shouldn't you be mourning your one true love - I know I miss you already."

    Pan stumbled in his new body toward Bea...
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)10:17 No.3338071
    Manly tears, Dude, MANLY TEARS!
    >> Neverland pt 39 (Epilogue) 01/07/09(Wed)10:25 No.3338101
    Bea, emerged from the cave hours after he encounter with Pan. The pulses of energy had grown tame around her. With her, she carried the bodies of her new found father and sister. She had known them only briefly but in that learned what it meant to be loved and to love another.

    She walked to the highest peak on Neverland and with her hands, dug the graves of her father and sister. She held her lonely vigil for them for three nights.

    On the third night she opened the letter that her father had written her. The wax seal was still pressed and she loathed to break it. She pulled the letter open. Written on it were simple words, written hastily by a man wishing to impart a life time of wisdom into a few words, a man who was broken and made whole, a man who had lost the world and found it:

    "Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough.You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it."

    At dawn Beatrice Hook, folder her father's coat and put it into a sac about her body. She was going for a trip, she would need her wings and she still refused to ruin her father's coat.

    Just as the sun crawled over the horizon she took off. Her wings would take her to England, where her father lived, where her sister was born, where she would learn what it meant to be a Hook.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)10:33 No.3338135
    I love you /tg/
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)10:34 No.3338137


    stop drowning us with manly tears!
    >> Neverland pt 40 (Epilogue) 01/07/09(Wed)10:48 No.3338207
    In England many had forgotten the Good Sir Commodore. The King might have branded him a deserter if he didn't have a thousand other ship captains to take his place. The few people who did know of him, knew only of the traitor. The man who abandoned the Crown and the Empire. The uncouth Pirate, not worthy of remembering.

    Then opinion began to change. Soon, cities and townships were boasting some bit of Commodore Hook lore. How much of it was true will never be known now. Something changed one day, the glory of Hook was so bright that it illuminated all who surrounded it. No less than a dozen captains in the Royal Navy fought to christen their boat 'the Jolly Roger.'

    It's hard to know exactly what changed the people. Though the changes do coincide with a certain oddity that appeared. A young woman looking for the Hook Family. She had gone door to door telling her tale of the Commodore and his men. However the speed with which she moved from one township to the next was much too fast to be true. The families of the crewmen of the Jolly Roger,however, took comfort in the young woman's words and kept hope that she would come visit others.

    News Papers began printing stories about the Good Commodore and his adventures, not all of them true. Some of the stories, however, were given credibility when a boat of injured sailors from the Jolly Roger washed up on the colonies with corroborating stories.

    Slowly the stories faded away. Perhaps the woman had found what she was looking for. But people continued to believe that she would visit them. Enthrall them with stories of Commodore Hook and the Jolly Roger. There were occasional sightings and a strange iridescent dust that never stayed long enough to analyze. But people wanted to believe. They dreamed of her and the Good Commodore and the Jolly Roger and her brave crew. And in those dreams they would live forever.

    >> Neverland pt 40 (Epilogue) 01/07/09(Wed)10:52 No.3338226
    well that was a nice 11 hour ride wasn't it?

    glad you could tag along for the journey, hope you enjoyed it as much as I did
    >> Neverland pt 40 (Epilogue) 01/07/09(Wed)10:53 No.3338229
    also, I'm still coughing like a bitch so...
    protip: writefaggotry does not cure the flu
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)10:55 No.3338245
    So how did you get so good at this?
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)10:55 No.3338247
    Writefag, you are such a beautiful, goddamn hero. This type of shit makes me proud to be a fa/tg/uy...

    >> Neverland pt 40 (Epilogue) 01/07/09(Wed)10:56 No.3338257
    a lot of short stories that I never finished

    builds up a lot of really developed ideas for something that's worth finishing -- like Neverland I guess

    glad you liked it
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    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)10:59 No.3338272
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)11:12 No.3338340
    I love you guys.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)11:31 No.3338424



    my harbl grew three sizes
    >> Lazyfag 01/07/09(Wed)11:33 No.3338435
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    I just finished reading all this and...

    Well, picture related.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)11:43 No.3338481
    that is one of the most cohesive bits of writefaggotry I've ever seen
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)11:50 No.3338529
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    its beautiful
    >> Neverland !g5NjeMwErg 01/07/09(Wed)11:53 No.3338536
    Sup /tg/, Neverland writefag here. I actually really enjoyed that. I'm glad you guys liked it too. Are there any other stories or fairy tales that could use a working over?
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)12:04 No.3338589
    so this is how a tripfag is born.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)12:07 No.3338611
    Not really, most just do it because.

    Neverland does it because he's awesome
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)12:08 No.3338622
    True, that's the best writefag stuff I've read on 4chan in a while.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)12:14 No.3338653
    wait for inspiration to hit Neverland...keep the name, you earned it!
    >> Neverland !g5NjeMwErg 01/07/09(Wed)12:16 No.3338668
    you know, in my flu induced delirium I was thinking of writing a Little Mermaid thing where Ariel is a Deep One
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)12:17 No.3338677
    Funding You.
    Have one Internets
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)12:27 No.3338738
    Write this. You shall receive many internets upon completion.
    >> Neverland !g5NjeMwErg 01/07/09(Wed)12:40 No.3338818
    I could always use more internets -- ok gonna read some stuff and start a new thread.

    Hope you guys enjoyed Neverland :>
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)12:53 No.3338879
    Good God. I think I speak for everyone when I say, I fucking love /tg/
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)13:01 No.3338941
    archive found at


    Vote this UP!
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)13:15 No.3339052
    how do I vote for it?
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)13:38 No.3339203
    mind = blown
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)14:16 No.3339369
    Neverland is the new Bloomwriter.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)14:19 No.3339380
    Someone remember to save the next thread this new awesome writefag does.
    >> OP 01/07/09(Wed)14:36 No.3339449
    Bravo, Neverland. Bravo.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)15:15 No.3339637
    Manly Tears, I am still crying them
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)15:29 No.3339697
    I will be sitting here waiting for you, one day you will return to us with the great story of The little mermaid!
    Manly tears was shed! so unbelievable beutiful!
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)15:31 No.3339709
    link to it in this thread please Neverland.. I wish to believe!
    manly tears have been falling!
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)16:23 No.3340082
    This is the first thing on 4chan that brought manly tears to my eyes. Good show Neverland, write whatever you feel needs to be written.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)16:49 No.3340293
    Reminds me of a discussion on rpg.net, where readers of the original said that peter wasn't human.
    Look at his last name.Pan.
    Peter was an amoral demigod or fay of adventure and innocence, the embodiment of the sociopath like nature of small children.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)19:36 No.3341834
    This was so good, I left the window open last night when I went to bed. I refreshed it to read more when I got back from work. Even without a bit of cleanup editing, this is the kind of writefaggotry that deservedly gets stamped "classic". If this is what you do with the flu, get colds more often.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)19:39 No.3341859
    What saddens me is that no drawfag has picked up on this or attempted to illustrate any of it.
    >> Dr. Baron von Evilsatan 01/07/09(Wed)19:43 No.3341899

    They can't handle it.
    >> Neverland !g5NjeMwErg 01/07/09(Wed)20:34 No.3342399
    Wow, this is still here?

    Well, I'm really amazed. I don't know what to say. I'm glad you all love it.

    Can someone put this on 1d4chan or something? To save it for posterity?
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)20:41 No.3342446
    >I left the window open last night

    I see what you did there
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)20:54 No.3342532

    please double-check for a missing part. I'm too tired to do so. 3am here.
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)21:40 No.3342847
    Bea Hook

    I-I want to believe
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)22:05 No.3342982
    i made it up to part 36 earlier before i had to go to bed. im just glad it was still up now.

    write more, sir!
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)23:02 No.3343394
    holy shit, if any of my eloquen/tg/entlemen out there haven't read this yet please do

    All of /tg/ needs to read this.
    >> Neverland !g5NjeMwErg 01/07/09(Wed)23:18 No.3343509
    I think this may be autosage-ing alread but whatever. I've put the Little Mermaid thing on the back burner for now, trying to mimic Lovecraft was a bit more than I could chew, I'll come back to it after I read more Lovecraft.

    I am working on another thing right now, I'll post it when I'm about done so you guys don't have to wait 11hours to get from start to finish.

    When I'm done with that I'm going to edit and make a second draft of Neverland. If there's any suggestions you guys have for the story I'd love to hear it.

    It's the least I can do for my steadfas/tg/entlemen
    >> Anonymous 01/07/09(Wed)23:36 No.3343653
    Hey man, you already do character interaction better then Lovecraft.
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)00:11 No.3343896
    What else is there to be said about this?

    Manly tears.
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)00:16 No.3343936
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    Did anyone else manly tear when they read that?

    Seriously, the best part of this awesome story
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)00:17 No.3343947
    Bump for great justice. Good sir writefag, you made me cry for the first time in two years. My hat, sir, is off to you.
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)01:04 No.3344333
    Manly tears. This is the best thing i've ever read!! Please, dear good sir. Will you save this and post this in another page? It's soo good it should not be forgotten...
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)01:15 No.3344429
    Tinkerbell + Captain hook + lvl 20 Wizard = THIS IS FUCKING AWESOME
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)01:16 No.3344450
    This was amazing, and shall never die. Also, this is perhaps the only permissible way to create a tripfag. Bask in the glory of an earned name, Neverland.
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)01:18 No.3344463
    >Tinkerbell + Captain hook + lvl 20 Wizard = BEST HERO EVER

    fix'd that for you
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)01:23 No.3344499
    someone put it on 1d4 chan and I think it's archived, both links are posted here

    Neverland said he'd do a second draft after his next story. I am so looking forward to it.
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)01:31 No.3344564
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    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)01:56 No.3344729
    Gad damn it, where are the drawfags when you need them
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)03:11 No.3345225

    This is too beautiful to die like that.
    >> Anonymous 01/08/09(Thu)05:28 No.3345982
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