Runouw's Forum: The Mini Series

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I thought to myself, "Man, these people really like Runouw's Forum. Writing the chapters takes a while though, so maybe I should do something to satisfy my fans between Chapters." Then I came up with this.....RUNOUW'S FORUM: THE MINI SERIES!!

Episode List
Episode 1: Level Designer Contest (Part 1)
Episode 2: Level Designer Contest (Part 2)
Episode 3: Level Designer Contest (Part 3)


EPISODE 1: Level Designer Contest (Part 1/3)

"AND THE WINNER IS- BRANDOBRAWL!!!" The crowd standing below the stage clapped and cheered loudly, and some people threw confetti onto the air as brandobrawl went up to the stage to accept his prize.

"Thank you! Thank you all! I knew I'd win the First Level Designer Contest! My Freezeflame Galaxy level was just ingenious!" he said, yelling into the microphone enthusiastically.

"Yeah, you did well!" Four said, clapping his feet. "Great job!"

"I knew you had it in you!" Chuck Norris exclaimed, giving him a thumbs-up.

"Imma let you finish," Kanye said, "but murph has the best level of all time!"

Brandobrawl looked puzzled at the strange things going on around him. What the heck was going on? At that moment, a voice came from directly in front of him, saying, "Bravo brandobrawl!"

"GAH!" brandobrawl exclaimed, surprised. "Mic, how'd you get here so suddenly?"

Mic smiled at brandobrawl. "I've always been here! I'm the microphone!"

Then he slapped him across the face.

"OW! WHAT THE HECK!" brandobrawl cried out in pain. Mic just ignored him, opened his mouth, and blasted him with a giant stream of water.

"Whoa!" brandobrawl sat up, sweating. He was lying in his bed, sweating hard. Directly above him, with a bucket of water, was Four.

"Foru! I was...dreaming?" he asked, still in shock from the events at the award ceremony. "Wait.....you poured water on me?!?"

Four set the bucket of water on the ground, went back to his bed, and sat down. "You were talking in your sleep, and I couldn't even shut my eyes from the noise you were making!"

Brandobrawl shook his head, in an attempt to dry his face and hair. He put his hand on his face, and felt a sting on his left cheek.

"Did you really have to slap me?" he asked angrily.

"No, but it was more fun that way."

"......"

"^.^"

"Yeah...just go back to sleep then." He shifted around in the bed, trying to find a comfortable spot. He laid his head down on the pillow, and pulled the cover over his head.

Four pulled the covers up, and went under them as well. "Umm...what were you dreaming about anyway?"

"It was a weird dream," brandobrawl said. "But I pretty much won the 1st LDC."

"Hmm..." Four said thoughtfully. "You're still kinda sad about what happened with your Freezeflame level, even subconsciously?"

"Meh," brandobrawl grumbled, pulling the covers over his face. "That's a thing of the past. Now that the 3rd Contest is over anyway, I'm sure I'll win the 4th one."

"Are you willing to bet on that?" Four asked, smiling.

"What would be the stakes?" replied brandobrawl. He pulled the covers of himself.

Four grinned. "The loser wears a pink tutu while running 3 times around Chatbox Plaza."

Brandobrawl frowned. "Where would we get a pink tutu?"

"Worry not," Four said, "I have one."

"You have a pink tutu??"

"Um...yeah, it's um...my sister's..."

"Aren't you an only child?"

"Uh, well......WHAT IS THIS, 20 QUESTIONS?!?!?! YOU WANNA BET OR NOT???"

Brandobrawl looked at the floor, thinking hard. After a few seconds, he glanced up at Four, with a determined look on his face.

"You're on."


EPISODE 2: Level Designer Contest (2/3)
Author's Notes: I'm really glad you liked it. I hope this does keep you satisfied in between chapters. Well, this is a continuation of the last episode, and we'll see what happens with Four and brandobrawl's bet. I actually liked the idea of a Level Designer Contest, to give a chance for members to battle it out between them, so I extended this to 3 parts. There will be a lot of action this time, unlike the last part, which was just for comic relief. We'll be seeing more familiar faces this time too, so be on the lookout.

"LET THE TOURNAMENT, BEGIN!" came the loud voice from the speakers as Suyo spoke into them. "Now that the first section, level designing, is over, the second half will start. The designers will battle it out, and gain 5 extra points towards their level if they win the tournament."

"Yes," brandobrawl said, behind the stage where all the contestants prepared for battle. "I already beat victor12 and Lrmaster, all I have to do is beat Azn or Mic in the semi-finals, and one of the mods in the finals, and I'll win! The 5 extra points will definitely boost me to the top, even if my Silent Hill level was already genius."

Ridder and Buffooner were carrying Kirby_999 from the stage in a wheelchair after having battled Niklaw. He looked bruised and cut all over.

"I...see....pretty floweerss...." Kirby muttered, completely dazed.

"DON'T GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT!" Ridder screamed, pushing the wheelchair faster. "Hurry Buff!" Brandobrawl saw them turn at the corner, and they were gone.

Whoa, brandobrawl thought, Niklaw sure didn't go easy on him. He stood up and looked at the electronic screens that showed the upcoming battles.

Round 12: Aznchau4ever vs. marioiscool254 - Current Battle
Round 13: Niklaw vs. fourinone - Next
Round 14: Round12winner vs. brandobrawl - Later
Round 15(Finals): Round13winner vs. Round14winner - Later

Then, he looked at the screen showing the current battle.

Mic was on the defensive, transporting all over the arena. He had to make sure Azn's attacks didn't connect in order to survive. He transported on top of Azn, trying to attack himself, but Azn held up an arm, blocking the blow, tried to counterattack, and just hit air as Mic vanished once again to distance himself. All of that coordinate hacking was draining his strength, and he was already breathing hard, contrary to his opponent, who showed no signs of being tired at all.

This is my final chance, Mic thought, it's all or nothing. He raised two fingers to the sky, and looked at Azn. "Alright Aznchau, you're a really good fighter," he said, "but I think it's time to show you my signature move." He started making circles in the air with his fingers in front of him, moving them faster with each spin. While he twirled them, the air in front of him started to get a purple-ish tone, and there were visible swirls appearing on it too.

"If you're thrown out of the ring, you're disqualified, remember?!?!" exclaimed Mic, looking fiercely at Aznchau. "SIGNATURE MOVE: VANISHING POINT!"

The swirling vortex of air forming before Mic started multiplying its power, and was now sucking Azn towards it. Azn covered his face and tried to step back, but the force of the vortex's pull was too strong, and was dragging Azn.

"This portal will take you outside the ring, where you will touch ground and be disqualified!" Mic yelled, straining as he used his last bit of strength to use his most powerful move.

Azn stumbled as the portal forced him nearer with every second. "Darn...it..." he said finally. "I was hoping....I wouldn't have to use....one of my Four Element Techniques...." He leaned towards the ground, grasping the ring's floor, and yelled out, "STRENGTH OF THE EARTH!"

The whole arena, and even the whole area surrounding it started shaking. Mic felt weak as soon as the tremors reached the spot where he was standing. "W-what...is...this...?!?" he dropped to his knees, gasping for air.

"I'm controlling the earth below you," Azn said, "and making it absorb your last bit of energy left. You lose, Mic."

Mic dropped to the floor, gasping for air. The portal he had opened vanished immediately. "Can't...breathe.....give...up......"

The tremors stopped, and Mic fell unconscious. Superyoshi raised his hand, signaling Azn's victory.

Azn brushed his shirt, and exited the arena, going backstage. Brandobrawl saw him there and grinned, standing up to congratulate him.

"Nicely done," he said, patting him on the back. "I knew you'd win. You wouldn't miss an opportunity to get pounded on by me, now would you?"

Azn smiled. "You've really wanted a rematch since we fought last time, haven't you?"

Brandobrawl looked down. "Kinda. But you know I'll beat you this time." He looked up at Azn, who was looking at him curiously.

"What's wrong, brandobrawl?" he asked, sensing that something was wrong. Brandobrawl shifted uncomfortably, and started sliding his feet to make little lines in the dirt.

"You went easy on me that time, didn't you?" He looked at Azn, and Azn could see that brandobrawl had a dead serious look on his face.

Without warning, he quickly bent over and pressed his hands to the ground, activating the transmutation circle he had drawn on the floor with his feet. The cement on the ground rose up in a bar-like form, entrapping Azn in a cage.

Brandobrawl grabbed one of the bars, with his eyes still locked onto Azn with an angry expression. "You will go all out on this battle, Azn. This was formerly about a bet between me and Four, but now that I get to fight you, I want it to be a real fight."

Azn frowned, looking a bit ashamed. "You won't let me out of this cage if I don't promise, will you?"

Brandobrawl slowly nodded. Aznchau looked at the bars of the cage, then at brandobrawl. "Alright, I promise."

Brandobrawl's grim expression slowly turned into a smile. "Thanks," he said, clapped his hands, and touched the bars, making them disappear.

"The winner, fourinone!"

Brandobrawl looked at the screen, and grinned when he saw Four raising his fist in victory. If all went well, he would face Four in the finals. But now, it was time for the battle he had been waiting for.

Fighting Azn.

"Let's go."

They both entered the ring, keeping a safe distance. The one who made the first move would have the advantage. As they awaited Suyo's signal, they slowly circled the arena, looking for a opening in the other's defenses.

"FIGHT!"

Azn immediately ran towards brandobrawl, having decided to depend on his strength alone. Brandobrawl saw a punch coming a deflected it with a high kick, making Azn's right side wide open. He flipped around with his other leg to take advantage of the opening, but his leg just slashed through the air. Azn had jumped onto his leg, still in kicking position, and tried to strike with his own. Brandobrawl tasted blood as Azn's foot slammed into the side of his face, sending him towards the edge of the arena.

Brandobrawl stood up, rubbing his face. He took a defensive position, but he was still dazed from the kick. Azn was amazingly strong! But he had made Azn fight for real, and he was going to keep it that way.

Azn waited for brandobrawl to strike, because he knew he wasn't going to get through his defenses. He knew better now after that kick. Brandobrawl grinned, and clapped his hands. "Good, Azn. Keep it up."

Brandobrawl touched the floor, sending blue sparks of transmutation through it. The cement of the arena gathered in the spot where brandobrawl touched the floor, and it shaped into a sword. Brandobrawl grabbed it as it transmuted itself up towards his hands, flipped it around a few times to get the feel of its weight, then crouched down into an offensive position, now holding the sword in front of him.

SWOOSH.

Brandobrawl rushed forward, raising his sword and readying it for a slash.

CLANG! Screeeech....

Azn has dodge to the side, making brandobrawl's sword hit the floor. The sword scraped the floor as brandobrawl lifted it, winding up for another attack.

CLANG! Screeeech....

CLANG! Screeeech....

CLANG! Screeeech....

Azn shook his head, and said, "Brando, I though you knew better. You could never hit me with that sword. I'm not a fan of using my signature moves against my friends, but it looks like I'll have to end this now." He curled his hands into fists, and straightened up, releasing a great, powerful aura.

"FORCE OF THE HE-"

"Hold it."

Brandobrawl was crouching, his hand a few inches above the ground. "I win."

Azn looked at brandobrawl as if he were crazy, completely puzzled. "What the heck are you talking abo-" Then he noticed something. Drawn on the floor, spanning the entire arena, was a giant transmutation circle.

"You can make transmutation circles with anything, you know," brandobrawl said, "even with sword scratches."

"You were....scraping the floor on purpose?!?!?!" asked Azn, still surprised by the sudden turn of events.

"Yep. And now, I win," brandobrawl said, touching the transmutation circle. "Secondary Move: Hidden Circle."

EPISODE 3: Level Designer Contest (Part 3/3)
Sup biatches! As some of you may know, yesterday was the one year anniversary of my procrasti-I mean story. So I promised you guys two chapter of the mini-series. Then forgot. Then remembered. So, although late, here's the first chapter.

The crowd was silent. Nobody had expected Azn to lose. His reowned fighting skills were very well known around the forum. But now...

Brandobrawl touched the transmutation circle. Azn lost his footing as the fighting ring started shaking violently. "Gah! What the-"

The judges just sat there, dumbstruck. Azn was now touching the concrete of the floor around the ring....when just moments ago he had been standing inside it. And the reason why was even more astounding.

Brandobrawl was standing on a tremendously tall pillar, looking triumphantly down at Azn. He had used all of the materials of the fighting ring to make the pillar, leaving Azn with nothing to stand on. Azn had fallen out of ring. He was disqualified.

"The...uhm....winner is....brandobrawl!"

The crowd, still to shocked to say anything, merely gaped at brandobrawl atop his pillar. Azn just sat there, equally shocked. But then he stood up and, surprisingly, laughed. Looking up at brandobrawl, he said, "I knew you could do it. And I didn't hold back either. Nicely done."

Brandobrawl smiled, leaped down from the pillar, and held out his fist to Azn. "Friends?"

Azn touched brandobrawl's fist with his own. "Friends."

Suyo went over to brandobrawl awkwardly and said, "Uh...brando? You think you could...you know?" He pointed at the pillar that had once upon a time been a perfectly normal fighting ring.

"Er...yeah. I'll get right on that."

Kim, who had been in the stands, went over to brandobrawl after he finished transmuting the ring into its former self. Brandobrawl did a double take when he saw Kim's extremely forced smile, so wide it was creepy.

"Good....job....brando," he said, his gaze almost boring into brandobrawl's face.

"Er....what's wrong, Kim?"

"Wrong...? Nothing, nothing, EXCEPT FOR THE FACT I BET FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS ON AZN."

"FIFTY THOUSA- WHAT?!?!" Brandobrawl and Azn both gaped at Kim.

"Hold me," Kim said.

"....Hey, I think the fight's about to start. He'sallyoursAznbye!" Brandobrawl then proceeded to run away.

Azn let Kim lean on his shoulder, crying his money-less eyes out. ".....I should've smashed his face in when I had the chance."

Brandobrawl approached Foru, who had just emerged from backstage holding a gigantic hammer. "Erm...you're gonna fight with that?" brandobrawl asked.

"What, you scared?" Foru said mockingly. "It's actually an exact replica of my super wasom Ban Hammer!"

"...and why don't you just use the real one?"

"Ah-duh. Getting hit by my Ban Hammer instantly bans you."

"Which would transport me to Ban Log Prison, instantly disqualifying me and securing your victory."

".....I decorated my replica with bunny stickers."

"HEY! THE FIGHT'S ABOUT TO START! GET ON THE RING NAO!" Suyo yelled at them.

As they climbed into the ring, they threw menacing glares at each other. They knew what was at stake. The loser would have to embarass himself in front of the whole forum. And neither of them was prepared to lose.

"Ready....FIGHT!"

And then the whole forum blew up from the gigantic clash of energy that was released in the next moment.

"The end," said Foru, closing the storybook he had been reading to some young users just moments ago.

"Hey, Mr. Fourinone, so who won?" said one of them.

"I just said that the whole forum blew up," answered Foru.

"But that's not a very happy ending!" said another.

"HEY, LIFE'S NOT ALWAYS ABOUT HAPPY ENDINGS. NOW GO TO THE TAVERN AND GET ME A SANDWICH."

THE END

For the record, I won.

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[Suyo]

"Did you really have to slap me?" he asked angrily.

"No, but it was more fun that way."

"......"

"^.^"

Best part right there. Epic work.

Also, I just died of delight~

EDIT: Moved down my post. It may now appear as if brandon was a rereg of me, but that isn't true. Yes really.

[MICrophone]

"I knew you had it in you!" Chuck Norris exclaimed, giving him a thumbs-up.

"Imma let you finish," Kanye said, "but murph has the best level of all time!"

Those lines were really funny! Awesome! And I liked my surreal appearance; of course, when it has me, it's better. This was fun to read. Nice job!

[Avo]

Alright!!!!!

Mini-Series!!!!!!!!!!!!

The first part was great!!!!

I can't wait for more!!!!!!!!!

[Chaukai]

"Imma let you finish," Kanye said, "but murph has the best level of all time!"

Lmfao

[spookyghost]

Four grinned. "The loser wears a pink tutu while running 3 times around Chatbox Plaza."

Brandobrawl frowned. "Where would we get a pink tutu?"

"Worry not," Four said, "I have one."

"You have a pink tutu??"

"Um...yeah, it's um...my sister's..."

"Aren't you an only child?"

"Uh, well......WHAT IS THIS, 20 QUESTIONS?!?!?! YOU WANNA BET OR NOT???"

"You're on."

Epicly funny (^ That is mah favorite part)

[zebtrestalala]

Ah, Kanye, you strike again! By any chance, was this inspired by what I said to you in chat?

Anyways, I like the silliness and frivolity of this chapter. A world where mods can just slap people around, and there aren't any hackers to worry about.

And I have a pink tutu. Is there something wrong with having one? I'm confused

this is a blatant lie

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Episode 2 is now out. Thanks for the compliments, guys.