Child's Play - Rat Queens
I managed to convert someone to Rat Queens earlier today with this over at womenverse so I thought I'd put it here cause more people need to be obsessed with Rat Queens like I am.
I wasn’t sure what to write at first for this challenge but I have been dying to use the Rat Queens in something so why not this? Why not this?! Well I had tons of reasons, the Rat Queens are vulgar, violent and all of these other things that children aren’t but I wanted to make it work so badly. So I figured the children who lived in the Rat Queens universe were probably used to living in a world like this and would be used to hearing odd stories about 4 girls who drank, fought and swore, though I kept the swearing out of it. I wasn’t exactly sure how to write a children’s story in all honesty. I wrote it like I figured it would’ve been told, I tried to keep sentences short and direct and I hope somehow this is considered a children’s story. And if not-oh well cause Rat Queens. ;)
Fandom: Rat Queens
Word Count: 263
Once there were four girls who called themselves Rat Queens. One day after a particular wild night of partying the Rat Queens were all asleep recovering, when a loud boom erupted in the town.
“Wassthat?” asked Dee rolling off the couch.
Violet was already lacing up her boots while Hannah pulled back the curtain to look outside. “It’s that troll from last night.” Hannah said.
Betty yawned being the last one to wake up, “Hannah, that’s not nice to call the bar maiden a troll.”
“A real troll Betty.” Hannah explained. “Seems she brought those friends she was talking about.”
“Come on out Rat Queens!” The troll shouted so loud it shook their room.
“Did you regenerate at all last night Dee?” Violet asked. She pulled her sword from its sheath.
“Some.” Dee said, “Wasn’t expecting to have to heal anyone the next day.”
“You should’ve thought about that when you were showing off last night at the pub.” Betty said. “Why’d you think it was a good idea to have a drinking contest last night? You just ended up using all your magic curing alcohol poisoning.”
“I didn’t think we’d be fighting a troll in the morning.” Dee said.
“None of that matters now.” Hannah said. “What matters is once we open this door it’s a brawl, and what do we do in a brawl?”
“Try not to die.” The Rat Queens said together.
So, the moral of this story is, well, there aren’t any morals when it comes to the Rat Queens, but there are friends and that’s what matters most.
I wasn’t sure what to write at first for this challenge but I have been dying to use the Rat Queens in something so why not this? Why not this?! Well I had tons of reasons, the Rat Queens are vulgar, violent and all of these other things that children aren’t but I wanted to make it work so badly. So I figured the children who lived in the Rat Queens universe were probably used to living in a world like this and would be used to hearing odd stories about 4 girls who drank, fought and swore, though I kept the swearing out of it. I wasn’t exactly sure how to write a children’s story in all honesty. I wrote it like I figured it would’ve been told, I tried to keep sentences short and direct and I hope somehow this is considered a children’s story. And if not-oh well cause Rat Queens. ;)
Fandom: Rat Queens
Word Count: 263
Once there were four girls who called themselves Rat Queens. One day after a particular wild night of partying the Rat Queens were all asleep recovering, when a loud boom erupted in the town.
“Wassthat?” asked Dee rolling off the couch.
Violet was already lacing up her boots while Hannah pulled back the curtain to look outside. “It’s that troll from last night.” Hannah said.
Betty yawned being the last one to wake up, “Hannah, that’s not nice to call the bar maiden a troll.”
“A real troll Betty.” Hannah explained. “Seems she brought those friends she was talking about.”
“Come on out Rat Queens!” The troll shouted so loud it shook their room.
“Did you regenerate at all last night Dee?” Violet asked. She pulled her sword from its sheath.
“Some.” Dee said, “Wasn’t expecting to have to heal anyone the next day.”
“You should’ve thought about that when you were showing off last night at the pub.” Betty said. “Why’d you think it was a good idea to have a drinking contest last night? You just ended up using all your magic curing alcohol poisoning.”
“I didn’t think we’d be fighting a troll in the morning.” Dee said.
“None of that matters now.” Hannah said. “What matters is once we open this door it’s a brawl, and what do we do in a brawl?”
“Try not to die.” The Rat Queens said together.
So, the moral of this story is, well, there aren’t any morals when it comes to the Rat Queens, but there are friends and that’s what matters most.