Simple idea, Simple responses, just post your page long stories and lets try and keep the criticism constructive. I will start with one of my favorites. Please make the story bold "you called him a WHAT!?" the large elven guard asked izekiel. "okay, okay, okay, you have to understand in a fight there is no place for emotion, when you are fighting with emotion the more reckless you are, the more likely you are to make mistakes. so in order to evoke some emotion out of this guy... i had to call him a word that i am not comfortable saying in the present company" he stared the large, very large, very, very large elf staring at him furiously holding his pistol like he was going to shoot him the next time he said something smart. "you called a fine, upstanding, young elven gentleman... a pointer?" the elf stroked his pointed ears subconsciously. pointer was not a term you threw around will nilly. "Listen, listen, listen. i realize it was a dick move, but note, there were three of them and they were real strong and very clear headed so if i hadn't said what i said, those 'fine, upstanding, young elven gentleman' were gonna KILL my human ass, ya get me?" he put a little frustration in his voice, maybe now the guard would let him get on with the story. "alright alright alright, get on with the story" exactly as planned. "so the guy came at me, just as planned, he was gonna hit me, but like an emotional idiot, he reared back to give it a little extra oomph, i saw it coming, ducked him and picked up the log at my foot, and BAM! right on the side of the head and he was down for the count. then his friend came at me with a knife, ya see this was an intersting situation, he had the disadvantage of being mad, but the andvantage of a knife, so i'd say we were about even but you see..." "just shut up and go on with the story" okay, admittedly NOT exactly as planned. "so he goes to slash at me and i sommersault up and hit him right below the chin b-b-BAM this one was out" "Hold on, Hold on, Hold on. you did what?" now it was starting to get fun, showing off was izekiel's specialty and at this point the honorguard was legally obligated NOT to kick his ass. "The tactical kneeling recovery kick, as illustrated in the honorguard field defense hand book chapter 7, what you didn't read that part? big guy?" Oooh, now he gets mad "I read the book smartass, i just wonder how some punk ass slumdog pulled off that manuever" Okay now he was really starting to piss me off. "Listen daddy wasn't just a rolling stone, he was also an honor guard and he used to whoop my ass everytime it tickled his prick, and i been getting hit up by honor guards ever since. and after about oh... say... 90 times, you start to pick some things up. so he falls back on his pal, right? so thats all three down, and then i took off, and here i am, apparently after those pricks called the honorguards?" "Thats about right..." "and judging by the smirk spreading across your face... you are not just gonna arrest me... but you are gonna enjoy every minute of it? "Boy!" the guard said standing up and taking his manacles of his belt "you are smart!"