the theme of the contest seems to be dark, most music is rather dark-ish and the first theme was dark as well, or maby its just my mind.

just your mind lol, though, considering its just your mind, maybe you could produce an interesting story?

maby? I take that as a challange then my good ringleader XD

erm...i suppose you'd say 'challenge accepted' then? o_O

yes indeed XD

Question, should the story be as loong as the song or will you have them on repeat?

The Max is still 11 pages, and I'll just keep repeating the song over and over again, you do not have the make the story as long as the song

okey goodie :D

Song 7 (this is exactly what I was hoping for :D)

My breathing accelerates as I step out of the temple, idol in hand. My eyes scan the jungle, and my ears strain for the privilege to hear. All I get is the drum beat of my heart and adrenaline pumping through my veins.
With a leap of courage I swiftly take off into the treacherous leopard lands. I let a war cry loose as I spring from a perch, gripping a thick vine and bolting over a thrashing river below. The wind whips past me before I land hard on the opposing rocky cliff, slipping the golden idol into my satchel.
Duck and running, I cut threw the underbrush at speeds unknown. I get the uneasy feeling I'm being watched. My bare, tan skin twinges as my rivals' shout reaches my ears. A group of them, hunters. I drop in the slick terrain, skidding under a fallen log in hopes of throwing my opponent off

And just like that, shrieks rise all around me. I lift myself into the shaking heat of the red sun and speed up into a powerful sprint. Tribal drums sound in the distance and my teeth clench. My fists curl into iron grips as I carry myself gracefully yet strong over the ricocheting boulder rolling hills
With one strong motion I slide between a slice in the ground. I roll sideways through the slit and spring from the other side as arrows whiz over my head. Birds scream in the canopy above as they take off from our hunt. They are invisible quickly, disguised my the trembling heat waves.
Taking this to my advantage, I leap into the trees. Sweat pools in my braided hair only to be whipped away as I swing from vine to vine. The trees sway with my presence, I shift my weight to move as quickly as possible. My movements are as sleek as the whistle in the wind. The leafs shake rapidly as I go.
One! I've strongly leapt onto a thick branch.
Two! I've dived headfirst into a blur of green below.
Three! With a skillful eye I'm using my opponents soaring spears to sprint through the swimming sea of scalding breeze.

My trained feet move to quickly for the eye to catch. I take a higher route, recalling the map of this jungle in the blink of an eye.
Quick I flick my limbs up to the slick tick-tick-tick of sharp tipped spears piercing the tall tree trunks. Ping! ping! ping! The bounce off the rocks of the cliff ahead. I snarl under my breath, they know where I'm headed. I dash forward and jump, the wind pushing up against my feathered belt. I land heavy on three entwined branches. The weight and pressure of my muscles body pushes them down, and I take this motion to sprint across them.
Creating a temporary bridge. I press onward faster as soon as I feel my toes grip the dirt of the high cliff above my enemies. I hear their heavy drumming -boom-boom- and a low -bum-bum- harmonized with their song of fury as I disappear from view. I freeze in my tracks, snapping around and throwing myself against a heavy rock, unbalancing the heap of bouders and sending them toppling down with heavy, ear splitting quakes.

In this victory I take off. The incline is a smooth, yet sharp hill curving upward. The tip a mere silhouette against the fiery sun burning in the floating ocean. The sky. My rough, padded feet grip the ground cover of gravity as I bolt into the beaming glory. Not even this pull downward is enough to slow my pumping muscles glistening with sweat and blood.
I dash to the top, facing the flaming unreachable. Whipping around, I stand legs shoulder-width apart. Staring at my land. Trees sweeping the ground, up and down it rolls with vines, rivers, and caves. I pound my bare chest heavily, adrenaline overcoming blood and human instinct.
I snap around to the far end of this mountain, to see a marching tribe headed my way. The leaders of each row bear torches, jerking them upward in ry them of their drums. They were the men of this land, I was the wild King. They believed I was corned. I listen in curiosity to their song of war as I watch them approach.
Their dark, shining bodies adapted to this land. I respect the fights they put up, but only I can win. I raise my fists into the air and yell, a booming shout of war that freezes the enemy in their tracks. -Before breaking them into a run toward me. Their feet a stampede on the matted vines.

I flip backward into the trees, and disappear just like that. Vanishing into the untamed wild where I belong.