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I just wrote part one of my story. I started losing interest, I'll pick it up again later. This should provide as a good example for others, though. Hopefully there are more creative/better writers than me though.

 Derp! The Black Magician: part one

"Derp... hurpa derp, derp!" Combattente trotted through the funhouse as though he had a secret. He looked around suspiciously before vanishing through a big brown door.

Greg was intrigued, and he wasn’t about to let Combattente have fun on his turf. Charging at the door; he smashed it down, only to find there was no one or nothing in sight. It was just a dark, empty room. Greg knew there was something fishy going on. Suddenly he heard it; the squealing of pain… or was it pleasure? He placed his ear against the furthest wall.

“DERRRRRRRRP, DEEEEEERRRRRRRP!!!”

Greg stumbled back, shocked. What could be going on in there? It didn’t sound pleasant… but on the other hand, most things Combattente said didn’t sound pleasant. Greg was determined to find a way in. That’s when he spotted it, a black cloak with golden lining, hanging on the wall. Greg slipped on this cloak, it completely shaded his face, but his eyes seemed to glow. He felt kind of powerful.

With his new-found cloak, Greg ran his fingers across the walls closest to where the squealing was loudest. Finally he found it… a knob… a secret door! Greg was ecstatic. As he pulled open the door, he was made witness to something terrible… something criminal…

Combattente lay bent over a short table, a small winged leatty penetrating him from behind.

“Derp… are you the black magician?” Combattente looked at the cloaked Greg. “Come on, you can join in. I’ve fantasized about this,” he smiled a derply smile.

Greg was repulsed… but he was also very flattered. Sure, maybe he was being mistaken for someone he wasn’t… but a compliment is a compliment. Greg decided it was okay, as long as his face wasn’t revealed. “Sure, what do I do?”

“Derp,” Combattente stood up, “Bend over the table… wait… is your face okay?”

Greg panicked, “N…NO! It’s all rotten and skeleton-like. I have been dead for centuries after all! Please, please allow me to keep my face hidden. I’m a little self-concious.”

“I want to say I get it, but I’m unable to comprehend shame, derp. But that’s fine, have it your way. It’s more fun with more mystery.” Combattente walked up behind the now bent over Greg and pulled up the cloak around his waste, exposing his ass. “DERRRP!” He squealed with delight before smacking Greg’s ass. “Hey, Russt, keep watch at the door… if anyone found out I was with the Black Magician, I wouldn’t get a chance!”

The winged leatty fluttered around the exit. A sweat drop dripped to the ground… he had been working hard for a long time under Combattente’s rule. He was happy for this change of position.

Greg gulped hard, he had never been with anyone before and couldn’t believe he was about to get derp’d. It was a scary situation… but he steeled himself and prepared for first Quantact.

To be continued…