The Tales of Lord Greycock

Executive Writer: Me.
Co-writers: Pyre and Antw0n.
Artist: Antw0n





About to kiss the fair maiden, Lord Greycock wakes up, feeling ever so depressed by the fact that it was yet just another dream of his. His maid was sitting beside his bed, a bit perplexed from his sudden motions, she hands him his clothes and walks out as he starts to get dressed. "Ah, Chan, quiet as usual", Art thinks to himself, Lord Art Greycock the First was his name, it was given to him through rights, but we can just call him Art.

Art began his day just like any other, he got dressed and then went directly to eat some breakfast; a shower wasn't necessary, atleast not this early in the morning. He had the usual, mashed potatoes together with some porkchops and bacon along with a nice cup of wine. After that it was time for some archery training, at which he was quite the doofus, usually he would miss atleast 5 out of 7 shots but he felt that today was his day.

He picked up the bow and took a quiver of arrows with him to the range. Art drew an arrow, anchored and took aim. He fired his first arrow and as it sung through the air he thought it would be a sure hit, but it struck the outer edge of the target. He drew another arrow, yet again anchoring and taking aim. Another shot was fired this time striking a bit closer to the center. He felt a bit more confident now and fired another arrow, this time hitting even closer to the center. Overwhelmed by confidence Art decided to try his hardest with his next shot, firing the arrow.

The shot missed completely, soaring off into the woods beyond the range. Art was struck hard by the failure that he had just witnessed, his confidence shattered completely as he fell to the ground almost in tears. Art decided to head back to his castle and upon his return was greeted by his lovely maid, Channelle. Channelle noticed that Art was quite down and asked if he wanted supper, Art replied with a melancholy "Yes". After supper, Art decided that it was time to clean himself and ordered Channelle to pour him a bath. With another day of lonely mediocrity passed, Art somberly wandered into bed. After reading a book for some time, the depression of the day took hold and he began crying into his pillow, a nightly ritual he has not missed for the past x years.







Disclaimer: This is the supposed first chapter of The Tales of Lord Greycock, something which I came up with myself. Looking for criticism.

Rough sketch of the Land of Fakkonia: http://puu.sh/5qk8v.png

9/10 excited for next part.

EDIT: Yay I'm helping now

Genius! I loved reading this and will await the next chapter.

Saw greycock... wasn't disappointed.

Thank you, I hope you enjoyed, thanks to everyone else too.

Needs Lord of the Butts

also fagets and shit.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKING FUCK, MAN.
[size=7]but thank you for making me a fair maiden, not that it matters.[/h]

I saw it fitting, on both parts.



Anyone has a chance to be in, if you want to be.

inb4 he turns you into a hag

toplel Simon. Can't wait to see what else you come up with.

100% likely.



Thank you, Me, Pyre and Antw0n will try our hardest to make a good story, I hope. Atleast I will, we'll see how often we write tho.

Im getting a part in this right?

Indeed, probably chapter 2, we will see how production goes.

The kingdom is a vags without a pee hole and anus island

It is merely a rough sketch, our artist will improve it as we go.

No he won't, and you know it.

I am a believer.

i'd rather rep shinji than be a part of this mess

Just amazing. Update weekly pls.

OK, actual constructive criticism incoming, unless you faggots don't intend on making this a seriously written story, in which case you can skip this.



Other than that, only personal gripe I have with the content is that it took a little too many jabs at my own insecurities and, while chuckle-worthy, did make me feel like I'm shit at everything. Of course, that was probably because I was actually expecting more of my exhibitionism traits to pop up, judging from the title.

Let's see what the future holds for this story.