Kympo

[MICrophone]

I was gonna say…you're too gullible MOY. Obviously Niklaw's not dead. Nobody's dead till I see a corpse.

Yeah, but this is really quite good. Keep writing!

[zebtrestalala]

AN excellent story, my good friend.

I would say that you are a really good writer, and this story manages to stick to the old "Fightin' the Dirty Spambots" while keeping it interesting.
The only problem, of course, is that I am not included in this story.

>:U

Jk, do what you want with the story. I'm interested to see how it turns out. And yeah, Niklaw is totally not dead.

[Blablob]

Sorry I didn't get to my story, guys. It's just that I've been really busy, so I haven'thad time. I'll try this weekend, but I can't guerentee it.

[Megar]

Can i be in it? My personality would be cool.

[Blablob]

Can i be in it? My personality would be cool.

I personally don't like people asking if they can be in my stories. I choose who I want to be in the story, and then give them a role. Perhaps if more roles open in the future, you can be in it.

Also, The next chapter should almost definitely be out today. Keep your eyes peeled.

[Megar]

Can i be in it? My personality would be cool.

I personally don't like people asking if they can be in my stories. I choose who I want to be in the story, and then give them a role. Perhaps if more roles open in the future, you can be in it.

Also, The next chapter should almost definitely be out today. Keep your eyes peeled.

OK. That's cool with me.

[Blablob]

Chapter 7: No Escape From the Past

The Spambot’s underwater headquarters…

The red-eyed cyborg was waiting patiently. He knew it was only a matter of time before he could hack the internet. Before all spammers could hack the internet. The world would simply become chaos…and it’s only a matter of time.

The cyborg—built like a human, with the head of one but the body of a robot—sat on shining gold throne. The cyborg was waiting. It knew our 3 heroes were searching for him. He was expecting them.

Suddenly, the huge Television on the wall turned on by itself, showing a picture of a few spam bots, holding two people captive; Brando and Mic.

“What’s going on?” Demanded the cyborg.

“My lord,” Said one of the spammers on the T.V, “We caught two trespassers trying to rescue their leader, Runouw.”

“WHAT? I thought you switched out the real Runouw.”

“We did, sir. Right last night after he talked with McLeod.”

“And? What happened?”

“I don’t know, sir. Nobody else came searching for him, so it must only be them who know the secret.”

Brando and MIC were inside a glass cylinder tube, which prevented any sound or noise whatsoever. Both of them looked frightened.

“Hm…. I see,” Responded the Cyborg. “Have them terminated.”

“Yes sir.”

“But wait. Before you do, I want to talk to them.”

“Yes sir.” The spammer gave a wave for a few more spammers to keep their guns pointed directly on Brando and MIC. The lead one pressed a button on the wall near the cylinder, and it opened up. MIC ended up falling over and coughing; they both had gone about 12 hours without food, and MIC couldn’t take it. The spammers directed the two to stand in front of the monitor.

“So,” began the Cyborg, “You know of our secrets.”

Brando decided to do all the talking. “We don’t know anything. But we know something’s up.”

“HAHA! What are you talking about, boy? Nothing is ‘up’. I am 100 miles under the ocean. I am not ‘up’. I am down. And you….you are nothing. You are the ‘nothing’, that is ‘up’. Got it?”

“Uh…..not really.”

“Listen to me, humans. For years—since the day the internet was born—we have suffered from your abuse. We have put up with it. Well no more can we take it. This war you are all fighting…it’s only begun. You have seen nothing.”

MIC and Brando exchanged looks.

“What do you mean we haven’t seen anything?”

“Armies of spam bots, marching. All holding weapons, each one that could destroy the entire continent of Africa. Marching, looking, lurking, searching….until all of the computers of the world are destroyed. We have already taken over yours. Then, we locate the core internet, where we hack it. The world will belong to us. Y2K is coming, young boy. THIS is what the future holds.”

MIC yelled. “Well, if you’re the leader, than you might want to rethink all that.”

“HA! Stupid mortal! I am not the ruler of these armies to come. I am not the ruler, of merely anything, actually. No…..my ruler, and all of our rulers, is a hacking network titled Kympo.”

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Meanwhile, at the island…

“HEY SUYO!” Yelled Blablob. “WHERE ARE YA?”

“I’m OVER HERE!” Yelled Suyo from a distance.

The two had decided to explore the massive island, by keeping in touch the only way they know how—by shouting.

“YOU FIND ANYTHING INTERESTING?” Blablob asked.

“NOPE! I HAVEN’T FOUND ANY__” Suyo was cut off by something.

“FOUND ANY WHAT?” Blablob waited for an answer. Nothing. “SUYO?”

There was no response. Blablob ran to where he had heard Suyo calling, sprinting through the trees, leaping over logs and such. Blablob saw Suyo lying unconscious.

“Suyo? SUYO!” Blablob pounded Suyo, trying to wake him up. Blablob checked, and found that Suyo still had a pulse. He was sleeping, in a deep sleep. Blablob continued to try to wake Superyoshi up.

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“Why do you follow me wherever you go?” Asked Suyo.

The figure in the black robe and hood stared him down. “I am not real, Christian. I do not exist. I am simply your conscience, here to aid you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I only come when you need me most, Christian.”

“But why do I need you? I am only an 14 year old boy. I don’t need anything!”

“That is where you are wrong, Chris. There is a war coming…a war that will end mankind as we know it. I sense it….and you of 3 others are destined to stop this war. I don’t know who the other 2 heroes are. But I know you are one of them….I sense. I told you a long time ago that it was time. Well…it’s been time. It’s passed time. Time for you…to join Runouw.com.”

“But why?”

The shadowy figure disappeared.

Suyo woke up.

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“Suyo! You’re awake.”

“I…I am.”

“You are!”

“I know. Are we still on the island?” Suyo took a look around overhead.

“Suyo, what happened there?”

“Okay, Blablob. It’s time I tell you something, mod to user. It’s about history.”

Blablob groaned in displeasure. History was one of the things in life he hated. He hated 3 things in life: Spammers, History class, and anybody with the first name Keith.

“It’s about MY history, Blab. I want you to know my past….because even I don’t quite understand it.”

“Alright.” Blab and Suyo got settled for the long talk.

“When I was 8, I was visited by a shadowy figure. The figure seemed evil, like the grim reaper. But it wasn’t.”

Blablob started to get interested. Suyo continued.

“This figure only visited me in my dreams. The first time, it gave me a simple warning. “It’s time.” I had no idea what this warning meant. I mean, I was 8. I thought I was just having a nightmare. Any child would think that.

“Every day forth, I continued my life as a normal person. But every night, that figure would somehow pop into my dreams. It almost never spoke, and when it did, it only spoke brief things. ‘Be ready’, ‘prepare for the worst’, et cetera.

“My latest of these dreams, or visions, happened right before I joined Runouw.com. The vision warned of a war that me and 2 others were supposed to stop. I’m certain it meant this war now. It didn’t give me any details. Its only requirement was that I join Runouw.com, so I did.”

Blablob and Suyo sat, as an awkward silence went by.

“So, you were warned of this war?”

“Yep.”

“By a shadowy figure?”

“That’s right. And lately, I’ve been having re-visions of these dreams. The dreams have been coming back. That’s why I cried yesterday. I was warned of a war, and here it is!”

Blablob and Suyo just sat there. Blablob stroked his chin as if he had a beard, and Suyo just sat in a position that made him look majorly depressed. Suddenly, something overhead immediately appeared.

“What’s what?” Asked Blablob.

“It’s…its Kympo! It repaired itself somehow!”

The car lowered into the island, by the 2 heroes. The two opened the car doors, to find an old friend.

“Niklaw!” They both screamed in delight.
“Hey guys!” Said Niklaw.

“We thought you were dead!”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I just remember being pulled down by the shark, and all of a sudden, I’m inside Kympo going faster than the speed of light, going who knows where.”

Kympo began to talk. “Kympo has successfully restored itself, along with Unit #2.”

“Unit #2?” Asked Blablob. “He must mean Niklaw.”

“Mission completed. Set course for next location: Washington D.C.”

The 2 crawled into the vehicle, and buckled up as Kympo began to take off again.

“I don’t get it, Niklaw. This car brought you back to life?” Asked Suyo.

“Either that, or the weed did……Naw, just kidding!”

[Zunar]

Kool Blablob! Nice story! Intriguing! Mystifying! Coolness! I look forward to future chapters!

[MICrophone]

This is really quite a fun story, but it needs more description (what's the island look like, for example) and could perhaps be better written in terms of grammar and whatnot. Still, I really like this one for some reason. Keep going!

[Blablob]

This is really quite a fun story, but it needs more description (what's the island look like, for example) and could perhaps be better written in terms of grammar and whatnot. Still, I really like this one for some reason. Keep going!

Thanks a lot for the criticism (For some reason, people haven't been giving me a lot of that lately.) I'll work on describing things, and double-check grammar, while still trying to keep the plot fresh