by MessengerOfDreams » January 13th, 2011, 2:48 pm
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by Ridder » January 14th, 2011, 6:46 pm
brandobrawl wrote:
RF MOVIE 1: City of The Only One (Part 1)
Guys, I’ll admit it. I’m kinda stuck here in Mexico eating nothing but grilled Tortillas. Having done nothing but cry about nonexistent problems and filling myself on fried corn I feel like I’ve lost the connection I had with Storywriting. So instead of just trying to dive right in again and possibly ruining the whole thing, I decided to make a…movie of sorts. You know that I consider my life to be centered around animes, right? Well, animes have movies with stories that have no effect on the central plot, so I thought, “Why not make something like that?” So I did.
A figure of a man, his face unseen in the darkness, presses a button marked with a red dot. He starts to talk to the person sitting in a chair, looking down on his hands clutched together, the lamp above rocking the only source of light gently back and forth. "Alright Mr. Canales, why don't you tell me everything you know about.....what we're doing."
"I'll tell you......I have no idea why we're doing this, could you remind me, Foru?"
The man leaned in, revealing himself to be masked with a paper awesomeface tied to his head.
"Alright, I guess we shouldn't be dawdling about like this, where did you say you wanted to screw about again?"
.......
The place was deserted. Not a single soul in sight. Except for the few Hollows roaming about. Even though it was part of a grand, abusive, parent website, it looked miserable. Actually, perhaps it was the grand, abusive parent website itself that made it pale in comparison. Yeah, That was probably it.
There was an imposing sign over the entrance to the website, albeit it wasn't really "over" the entrance, more like "lying on the floor in pieces". Due to the faded words you couldn’t really be sure what they said, but people who knew the site were 20% sure, and for a good reason, that they said “There's a 88% chance that you will get cancer from the Cancer radiation around here. and you may or may not be turned into a Hollow, trespass at your own risk.”
Two figures were slowly approaching the once-reasonably -well-known ground site. They knew that it was all but memories, and that the site had been emptied to make way for a potential new site in the future. But even so, they came.
The first figure’s name was Brandon, AKA Mr. Canales, brandobrawl, etc. He removed the shades of the “genuine replica sunglasses” from his eyes. The second figure, Bruce Lee, AKA Foru, also removed his shades. It wasn't necessary to wear sunglasses when you're already BA, Nevertheless! They did it to attract as much attention as possible! Abandoned websites were the perfect hideouts for bands of Cyber-criminals. And that’s one thing they like to beat on when they're bored.
“…it’s…old,” muttered brandobrawl after contemplating the decrepit establishment.
“…coming from the 69 year old man, that's a bit stupid, don’tcha think?” replied Foru.
"At least I didn't die when I was 32."
He eyed the old website as well, feeling quite a bit of memories rushing back into his mind. Most of them had something to do with the person standing next to him, which was one of the reasons he had agreed to come along. “By the way, why’d you force me here with you in the first place?”
“’Force’? That’s a bit of an overstatement. I simply asked you if you wanted to come along.”
“Yeah, but why?”
“I…it’s kinda stupid,” said brandobrawl, avoiding eye contact with Foru. “I…was feeling a bit gloomy the other day, and I decided to come back here and visit the place…where things were a lot simpler. Where conflicts rarely arose and we could have the time of our lives without even trying.”
“(implied creepy faic) Wow, now you’re the one who’s exaggerating. Sure things can get a bit stressful back at the new forum, and I know that in the old forum we had eypic times, but it’s like you’re comparing Me and You.”
“I know, I know. I told you it was stupid,” sighed brandobrawl. He walked tentatively towards the now permanently locked gates to the Old Forums. “But still. The old forum witnessed a lot of great times, and with my awful memory and all, I thought that maybe coming back to the actual site would help bring some of them back. If it did, it’d be the perfect cure to my low spirits.”
“You've got to start taking Cocaine, man, I drove all the way here from a website IN HONG KONG. You know how much trouble i got in just to reminisce over a now dead website?”
Brandobrawl gave Foru sarcastic glare. He then approached the door even further, until he was standing right next to it. He grabbed the big lock on the door and blew the dust off of it, thinking deeply.
Foru looked suspiciously at brandobrawl. “Wait. Don’t tell me you’re thinking of actually going inside the place.”
“Well…”
“Come on, BRNDN! You’ll get in serious trouble with the guys at MANLY MEN CLUB if they see you! It even says right there – ‘NO TRESPASSING’!”
Brandobrawl looked back at him. Foru shuddered slightly at the look on his face. There would be no stopping him now.
“Don’t worry Foru,” said brandobrawl, clapping his hands. “with a little persuasion, this lock will act as if it was never broken.”
"Wait, wat."
And with that, Chuck crouched down and let his beard do all the work. There was the trademark fist in beard, and the lock imploded.
Brandobrawl opened the gate. And while it was pretty depressing to see the site filled with Hollows and radioactive matter, a lot of memories did come rushing back to him. Just the cure for his depression.
“Wow…” said Foru, reminiscing in the moment. The buildings were empty and the streets were deserted, but they could both clearly recall what it looked like in its heyday.
Beat.
They were both pulled back from their sweet memories by a sound. A sound not coming from themselves. Which was very alarming, considering the nature of the place they were currently in.
Brandobrawl and Foru were both already on high alert, standing back to back, and scanning the area. Someone might’ve been trying to sneak up on them, They were cocky in the fact they could take 1000 or 2000 each alone, but if they faced one scampering nerd...
Beat Beat Boom. Beat Beat Boom. Beat Beat Boom. Beat Beat Boom. Buddy you're a boy, make a big noise, playin' in da street, gonna be a BIG MAN some day! You got mud on yo' face, you big disgrace, kickin' the grave all over the place!
“Sayin, WEEEE WILLL, WEEEEE WILL ROCK YOU,” came a voice from nowhere.
Instantly, 5 figures focused into view, as if emerging from a cloud of dust. Brandobrawl and Foru knew there was no dust or smoke, though. This was someone’s ability at work. This group of people had now chosen to reveal themselves to brandobrawl and Foru, but for better or for worse, they did not know.
The 5 figures glared at them both for a moment. There were 4 guys and a…girl, to their surprise. Though they had the feeling that she wasn’t even a bit less crazy then the rest of them. They were right.
“Shall we kill them, Legend?” she said, with not even a trace of mercy in her eyes. Foru and brandobrawl didn't even flich.
The leader, from what they could see, walked forward, a strange smile forming on his face. When brandobrawl stepped back instinctively, he raised his empty hands and said “Hey hey hey, no need to worry. We’re not gonna hurt you.”
Brandobrawl, still wary, replied “One of your group members just threatened to kill us. Why the hell should we trust you?”
The leader, his long hair covering most of his face, wearing purple star sunglasses, smiled yet again. He stared mysteriously at both brandobrawl and Foru for a moment, then passed his left hand through his hair, finally making his face visible. “…..recognize me now?”
Both brandobrawl and Foru stared wide-eyed at him. Yet another blast from the past.
“Slash?!?!”
It was now the girl’s turn, and some of her partners as well, to be surprised. “You…know each other???”
“That’s right. It’s me,” said Slash, still grinning widely at both of them. “We knew each other…got together in this very spot. The American Weapons Testing Site.”
Foru looked awkwardly at Slash’s companions. “And…um…these are your friends?”
Slash looked back at the group of people behind him. “Oh, that’s right. Where are my manners? These are my assosciates. They’re Axl, Freddie, Ringo, and my sweetheart, Rina.”
“I told you not to call me your ‘sweetheart’!” yelled Rina glaring at him, although she didn’t seem completely bothered by it.
“Er…nice to meet you,” said brandobrawl. They simply nodded back. “Anyway, what are you guys doing here?? I thought this place was abandoned, and out of bounds or something. Did you just get here, or-?”
“No, we’ve been here for a while,” said LuigiLegend, glancing proudly at the abandoned city. “I guess you could call this place our home.”
Foru gave brandobrawl a sideways glance. There was something strange in what he had just said. Besides the obvious.
“But…why would you live here?” asked Foru. “You have an account on the new forum, right? Why don’t you live there?”
Slash simply gave him his strange smile. “Musicians need life to their inspiration, what better than mutated ones? And I think you should understand me better than anyone right now, right, Brando?”
Brandobrawl looked down awkwardly. His fist being unable to comply with the rest of his head.
“It’s the whole bore of living in an active site. You see people fighting every day. People living in constant disagreement. You can even feel lost being in the middle of all that. There's no creativity about fighting, so what better than living where EVERYTHING tries to kill you?” Slash shook his head, then looked back at his frowning companions. “Not completely everything, of course. Without a few friends, you could go insane in a matter of days. But it’s still better than being surrounded by….you know.”
Brandobrawl nodded slowly. He understood him completely. Why live in a place like that…?
Foru was looking worriedly at brandobrawl. He looked at Slash, then at his companions, then at brandobrawl again. Sadly, They is not Brando, but the could be if they stopped making no sense at all and just came out with the truth. He looked down, back up, where was he? He was in an abandoned site with a man all man could fight like.
“Ah yes,” said Slash. “Sorry for keeping you. I think you just came for a short visit, right? We have some stuff to do ourselves, so…”
“Su-sure. We were just about to leave,” said Foru. “Come on, BRNDN.” He turned and headed towards the gate, and brandobrawl shortly followed, albeit a bit absentmindedly.
“And don’t worry about the radioactivity,” came Slash’s voice from behind them. “We’ve been here for years, and the only mutation is the two extra eyes in the back of my head!”
As they got further and further away from the site, the tension of their encountered diminished. They put their shades back on, and strut back for Runouw’s Forums. The new ones.
“That was…weird,” said Foru, breaking the silence. “I never thought we’d meet up with an old bud in a place like that.”
Brandobrawl, still lost in thoughts, said, “You know…seeing Slash…and his situation…actually makes me feel better about myself. I was thinking about getting away from all the stress that the forum and brings me, but I would never want to end up hiding from civilization like that.”
Foru nodded. “Yeah. Although, I don’t know if it was just me, but there was something weird back there…”
“I know. It was almost as if-”
And then it clicked. He knew now. And what terrible knowledge it was.
“Fo-foru…go back to the forums,” said brandobrawl, not even looking at Foru. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Wait, what? Where are you going?”
“No time to explain! Go!” And with that, he ran off.
He dashed past website after website. Realizing that running would be too slow, he looked for an alternative, and found one almost immediately. The URL Transport Tram. But there was no time for formalities. He walked on the bus until he was on the top of it to hitch a quick ride, making a mental note to kick the driver's ♥♥♥ if he asked for money next time.
Finally, when the tram approached his destination, he leaped off yet again to sprint the rest of the way. The gate to the website opened automatically when he entered the website – his own forum.
ChurchOfNorris.freeforums.org.
"Maybe I should have relocated this place closer to Runouw's Forum." walking up to the “Online Users” electronic bulletin board.
His rage nearly uncaged itself. There WAS a user online.
Slash.
And with that, his worst feelings of rage were confirmed. That, and the voice that came behind him.
“Hello, brandobrawl. I see I’ve been discovered.”
Brandobrawl turned around to find Slash, for some reason alone, facing him.
“And we can’t have that…can we?”
inb4 beard fist to face.
City of Tron (Part 2)
Sup guys. Here it is. As I told Moy, I'm going to try different style and mood changes with each of the parts of the story, to see which one gets what reception. As you may see, this part is mostly humorous, but still a bit exciting. Also, warning: Language
3 hours earlier
"You know, you should consider getting a haircut," said Foru, while strolling down chatbox plaza with brandobrawl. Yes, they were talking about brandobrawl's hair. Bottom line: It looked terrible.
"I'm not even sure if chicks dig that look anymore, making your ears nonexistent and all," he continued, "which should be at least slightly alarming to you, don't you think?"
"They don't. They were torn off by fangirls in Japan."
"...You never went to Japan."
"That's what the government WANTS you to think," said brandobrawl, smiling coyly.
"Heh, whatever."
"I'm not saying I don't need a haircut," yawned brandobrawl, stretching his limbs with the help of a nearby worshiper. "I just refuse to let someone touch me."
"Decapitation is always a quick solution,” deadpanned Foru, yawning as well, contagiousness being one of a yawn's many effects.
"I'll contemplate that possibility thoroughly. Now come on, I iz bored. We should go to the Tavern or somethin'."
"Sounds good. You did promise me and the other guys a round of drinks."
"...I.......I....I never made such promises."
"You don't remember, huh? It probably has something to do with the fact that you were...absent-minded. If I recall correctly, you also promised this new user whose name I can't remember you'd marry her, had a money fight with your life's savings, and got a 24-hour ban for...reasons I cannot describe in this PG-13 story. Though you were unconscious the whole time, so no big, I guess."
"Man, F*** that S***. You think I'm gonna put myself through that again?! God dammit man! [imitates shooting off four of his fingers leaving the middle one extended upward] Man, F*** your promise! Man, Jesus Christ! I'd rather F****** 6* a grizzly bear while shoving King Kong up my a**! I'd rather F****** stand in the middle of a ring of monkeys as they offer me their own anal waste! Man, F*** this story! F*** it to hell! F*** it to oblivion! F*** IT TO DAMNATION OF MANKIND! "
"Hey, I just said PG-13, dammit."
As they rambled on senselessly, as many users frequently did when there was nothing better to do, they failed to notice a certain someone walking by with an actual purpose on her mind. A someone they not yet knew, but would very soon.
This person walked by them both, turning to glance at them briefly. Had they in fact taken the time to turn around, they would've noticed a smile of an alarming nature on her face. They wouldn't have noticed however, the even more alarming device she carried under a shoulder cape that almost seamlessly blended with the rest of her attire. This little detail was all planned of course. If only they had known in time.
She stopped. Her face twisted into the unmistakable expression of someone who has forgotten something, and she turned around abruptly. All of this was acted, of course, in case anyone happened to look at her. As she turned around, her shoulder cape swayed with the wind, making two things nearly undetectable. The green flash associated with the activation of a hack, and the sudden change of her appearance and attire. The cape was the only thing that remained the same. She resumed her walking.
And bumped into a unknowing and oblivious brandobrawl.
"Oh! I-I'm so sorry," she said, the device no longer on her self. "I should've watched where I was going. I'm truly-"
"Hey, don't worry about it, seriously," said brandobrawl reassuringly. He tried to treat all people ignorant of the great Norris that way, especially fem- I mean, uh..just forget it. It was all to keep a positive image, although he had no idea if it was actually working.
"Er...okay. I'll...get going. Sorry again." She bowed down apologetically and walked away.
Foru, who had an uncanny knack for detecting suspicious things, couldn't help but feel the weird vibe in that encounter. But he kept quiet, as he often felt that knacks were often just that: gut feelings.
How wrong he was. Again.
"What was that?" he simply said.
Brandobrawl glanced back at the slowly retreating figure. "Just an ignorant one, Foru. Guess that breaks the whole "EVERYONE KNOWS NORRIS LOL" rule, huh?"
"We must convict that criminal lowlife immediately," said Foru, deciding to dismiss the whole thing with yet another witty quip.
They resumed their walk towards the Tavern, not noticing even slightly the new item that lay within brandobrawl's coat pocket.
All according to plan.
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"All has gone according to plan, Master Slash."
"Nicely done, babe," came a voice over concealed headphones. "And stop with the 'All according to plan, Master Your Highness Sir' thing. It's so cliché. And it's sweet that you'd humiliate yourself with a master-servant relationship role-play, but you know what I'd prefer more, love."
"Now is not the time, Elly."
"That's more like it. Now get over t' you-know-where, we have one final thing to do before we get this show on the road."
"Sure thing...Master Your Highness Sir."
"Ahaha...did I mention I'm ♥♥♥♥' crazy for you enough to write another song?"
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That morning it was also pretty slow at one of the most popular places in town: The Tavern. And that was saying something. The usually filled-to-near-bursting establishment was nearly empty today, with Buff being the only bartender present, in a top hat, a monocle, waving around a cane like some BA Gentleman, and the only other member of staff being Ridder, at the front door as acting security. Keyword, "acting". Mostly it just sat around waving people inside, what with the dangerous-objects detector doing the whole "criminal filtering". Occasionally it had to take care of a troublemaker or two, and even then it usually didn't even have to use brute force. It had an almost scary way with words that could make even the most trollshsh newb run away crying. And all It sacrificed was any indication of gender.
Buff was doing most of the work that day, serving up drinks and meals, both imaginary and not (I personally recommend the Milkos). He didn't really care WHAT they ordered, or what consequences these orders brought, be it near fatal cirrhosis or hair cancer, it was their own problem. But there was one thing he would not stand. Property damage. Which was where his Pimp Cane came in. Fully loaded and ready for anything. One he got from the magazine he read one time.
Anything, except what was about to happen next.
Brandobrawl and Foru approached the Tavern, still chatting enthusiastically. It was hard to miss the single largest topic in the single largest forum. It had even merited a floor of its own, after only a couple months.
"-and that's how I single handedly defeated the Cossack army," finished brandobrawl. "And the British Commandos. From Hell."
Foru gave brandobrawl a blank stare. "What the ♥♥♥♥ are you talking about, all you said was '-and that's how I single handedly defeated the Cossack army and the British Commandos from Hell'!"
"Hey, I had to simulate a conversation that was about to end and that's all I could think of! Blame the author, will ya?!?"
"Curse you author! Your lack of creativity will be our undoing!" shouted Foru at no one in particular. "And you are a B.U.F.F. (Google taim?) and a brainless git!"
Buff glared at Foru.
"...I think you went a bit overboard." Brandon observed.
"I do too. Anyway, hey look, we're here. Now, about those drinks..."
Brandobrawl glared at him as they approached Ridder, the aforementioned "supah"-guard, who was apparently killing time on some device neither brandobrawl nor Foru were familiar with. "You're not seriously gonna take me up on my stupid thoughtless offer, are you? That'd be totally unfair!"
"I'm just messin' with you, man," said Foru, grinning innocently at brandobrawl. "Hey Ridder."
"*grumble Damn wife grumble* Oh haiya Riddah," brandobrawl said as they stepped inside the Tavern.
One step was all it took.
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Ridder flipped it's head and jumped to it's feet reflexively, ready to take on whatever newbie had made the mistake of bringing a suspicious object and trying to sneak it inside the Tavern.
But instead, he came head-to-head with brandobrawl. An alarmed, utterly confused brandobrawl, at that.
"What the- why is this thing beeping?" he said, stepping backwards into the Tavern to get away from the detector.
"WTF? Y U NO HAVE NOTHING ILLEGUL ON JUU?" exclaimed Ridder, still trying to make heads or tails of the whole thing. Sure, he could've understood someone like Linkdroid or Raymond sneaking a suspicious and possibly dangerous object into the Tavern, but Brando?
BLAM. ♥♥♥♥.
Brandobrawl nearly jumped into Foru's arms Scooby-Doo style from the shock. He turned around to see Buff holding his trusty, recently-discharged Pimp Cane. He then looked down to see a considerable part of his favorite beard blown away.
"Who the hell was mentally retarded enough to walk into our Tavern with......wait, Brando?!?!"
"Yes it's me! And why the hell you shooting at me for?!?!"
"...but...the detector- I thought that...uh-"
Brandobrawl was in for yet another shock when he was forcibly grabbed and turned around by Ridder.
"Wha- Riddah, what're you-?"
"Dat detector. It um, said, you know, stuff. And stuff. Yuus got some sheot that's illegal, if it's mechanical coke despenser, I let it slide, if it's anything else, I beat you to death with...." It then held out his hand, a clear signal for "one hand behind my back".
Foru had been shocked to speechlessness the whole time, but this was the last straw. "Are you kidding me? Do you seriously think that-"
"No, Foru, let me,” said brandobrawl, his face slowly hardening into a frown. "And you, Riddah. Let me go."
"...Can I has a hug first?"
"♥♥♥♥ You! Now let me go!"
"PLZ?"
"GET YOUR F****** HANDS OF OFF ME!!"
None of them saw exactly what happened afterward. The next thing they knew, brandobrawl was on the floor pretending to be hurt, Ridder was holding a strange device and a piece of torn cloth, and Four was in the process of trying to restrain him.
"YOU F****** PIECE OF-"
"Football is ga-"
"1 + 1 =-"
"The Giants lost-?!?"
"Brandon, there's no point in arguing now!" exclaimed Foru, interrupting them all. He less-than-gently pushed Ridder towards Buff, and put himself as a firmly-placed human barrier between the both of them. He had a strange look of his face, one that gave them the feeling that he knew something they didn't.He walked over to brandobrawl. "Let me help you get up."
Ridder and Buff simply stood back, all the while examining the…thing that Ridder had retrieved from brandobrawl. What in the world was Brando doing with something like that? And more importantly, what the heck was it?
Brandobrawl wiped his bloody face, giving the death glare he aimed at Ridder an enhanced effect. While he was positively rearing to get smite Ridder right then and there, he decided to do the most prudent thing. Nothing.
"...let's just go somewhere else," said brandobrawl, storming out the front door without even a second glance at anything but the street before him.
"...er," muttered Foru, walking quickly to catch up with brandobrawl. "You okay?”
"I’M FINE!"
"…”
Brandobrawl realized what he had just done. He had screamed in rage at his best friend, who had done nothing but try to help. It was this that made him snap out of the whole thing.
“I’m…I’m sorry Foru. I just…I just need to clear my mind somewhere. Somewhere…”
And then it hit him. Yes, it was perfect. He could kill two birds with one stone. Or…maybe he should’ve used a less violent idiom at a time like that.
“The…old forums…”
“You..don’t seriously…
Brandobrawl continued wiping the blood from his face. And he grinned at Foru, which was a good sign. "That's right...won’t you come along? I’ll buy you some drinks afterwards." (moar absent-minded Bradnos ftw.)
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3 hours…later
“C-come on…Mishter Tavurn bartehnderman, the sign says "The bartnda iza ♥♥♥ and sos his cane"!”
“…as of right now, I have 34 reasons to kill you.”
“S-so? The fatal reasoning to kill shumbodeh levul is 34.5!”
“…exactly my point! Now get out of the Tavern before I’m forced to take drastic measures.”
“Oh-oh yeah, what’re YOU gonna do, ya punk?”
Runouw glared at the drunkard. “Buff, would it look bad if I killed him right here and now?”
Buff was nonchalantly cleaning a recently-used glass. “Not really.”
“Good,” said Runouw, pulling out his staff and twirling it in the air before stabbing Hyper Sonic, the aforementioned drunk, in the eye with it.
“GAHH!! MY EYE!!” he said, stumbling blindly backward into an open window, then falling from the highest point in all of Runouw's Forum.
“Wow,” said Buff. “I didn’t know the Tavern was so up high.”
“It isn’t,” replied Runouw, using the glass-cleaning rag to wipe the blood off his staff.
At that moment, Avo burst into the Tavern, pointed his gun at a random guy and said “Thar ain’t enuff room in this ‘ere town fer the two of us!” He shot the guy in the face, then threw himself out the window and landed gracefully two stories down.
“Toldya,” said Runouw, giving Buff back the rag.
The Tavern doors opened yet again. This time, it was Mic, reporting in for his daily round. He looked around at the chaos that was ensuing inside, shrugged, then headed towards the bar. As he put on his uniform, he said to Runouw: “You know, dude, if you keep abusing your mod powers like that some of the users might get angry.”
Runouw smiled, suddenly morphing back into his normal appearance, which was that of Demonik. “Hey, it was just a joke. No big deal.”
“Sure, whatever. Now come on, let me take my place behind the bar.”
The doors opened once again, and in walked a very disconcerted and Brando-less Foru. It was this second fact that caught the attention of the others, as they had all clearly seen them leave together.
Foru looked around. Ridder had not been present at the door, and there was no replacement either. While Buff was there behind the bar, he seemed completely fine, as if the events of that morning hadn’t taken place at all. He sighed.
He then sat down at one of the stools in front of the bar, while Suyo and Mic approached him from the other side.
“What’s up, Four?” asked Demonik, looking worriedly at Foru’s lost expression.
“Have you guys ever heard of a guy called “Slash’?” he said in response, hoping that either of them knew something of the guy that he didn’t.
Demonik looked at him thoughtfully.
Mic orgasmed in a fit of "omfg Slash?"
Buff pulled out a book from one of his Demonik's pockets. Foru caught the words “Member Records” on the front cover. As he flipped through it, he said, “You know…I think there was someone with a similar name back in the old forum or somethin’-”
Suyo flipped through the book to the “S” section. “Slash...Slash…ah, there it is. ‘Sla-’”
He stopped short. He reread the passage. Then he read it again. Then again. “What…the…hell…?”
Foru and Mic both snatched the book from his hands, which resulted in awkward momentary struggle. They then put their heads together and read from the book in unison.
“This user does not exist, nor has Chuck Norris or Bruce Lee. Forget about them immediately. Further investigation may lead to Killtrocities.”
And just below that sentence, was a single signature.
“~~Bill Gates~~
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Slash coughed, splattering blood all over the concrete. He was lying on his stomach, his legs now useless. He tried to use his arms to drag himself away from his imminent demise, but-
CRACK.
Slash was afraid to look forward, afraid that that noise was what he thought it was. He was correct. It was the sound of his arms, being shoved into his the area of his heart as deeply as possible.
“Gu-ah-GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
Behind him, was a figure recognizable to anyone who had been present the last few minutes. It was a frightening, godly man.
It was Brandobrawl, having unveiled his terrifyingly powerful skill. A skill, shown throughout his career.
“You shouldn’t have made that huge mistake, Slash. The mistake of going against…”
Fwump.
More splattered blood. This time he had simply kicked Slash a couple of meters, but it was no less painful than before.
“CHUCK NORRIS.”
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by The Masked One » February 19th, 2011, 4:00 pm
MessengerOfDreams wrote:Best way to get kicked in the nuts-beg to be in this story.
