Legacy

[MessengerOfDreams]

A Campfire formed in the underground caverns of Revolution. Typical Campfire for the land, a lit oil barrel in the middle of a group of teenagers. An old man, scraggly beard and all, grinned a snaggle-tooth grin at the group. Despite his homely appearance, he had become a father figure to many of the teenagers.

"Alright, Young ones." Volcove, the oldest remaining member of the forums said to the crowd, a look of reminiscence in his eyes. "Which story do you want to hear from the good old days?"

Shouts of "The Day Niklaw's Tavern opened!" "The 6th Level Designer Contest!" "Brandobrawl's Story!" filled the air. Then, one prominent voice said "Well, Volcove, why not tell them the story about how Revolution was founded?" This had been a campfire favorite.

That voice belonged to one of the elders, Aznchau4ever.

"Good idea, Elder Chau." Volcove smiled slightly as the teenagers cheered."Shall I start?"

The teenagers cheered again.

"Okay, here goes." Volcove's voice dropped to a whisper.

"It was the first day of the second year of Runouw, the reason all of us came to be here. Everyone was happy, and celebrating. The forums were perfect, because everyone got along, and all spam had disappeared.

"Spam was the common enemy of the city. Robots would create buildings for the sole purpose of advertising their sick products for sale. In a city like Runouw where everything was free, that was deemed unacceptable. Another reason spam was despised is becaues Runouw wanted to close the outside world off to the members of his city. Runouw's Elders, Superyoshi, Demonik and fourinone, were forced to manually destroy these buildings."

The teenagers booed.

"If that wasn't enough, people took Runouw's greatest invention, a creating designer, in which you could design whole parts of the city, and abused it to create horrific slums that were despicable to look at. People who were new to the city were forced to live here sometimes, and it was such a problem that Runouw created Further Elders, MessengerOfDreams, Blablob, Shade, Kirby_999..." Volcove paused for a bit, looking to the lighted ceiling with admiration like he was praising a deity, "...and Marioiscool254."

Cheering ran rampant throughout the cave. Volcove looked at Elder Chau and grinned.

"We'll get to him in a second." Volcove promised. "But the spam eventually ceased for a peaceful period when Runouw's cheif Elder, Superyoshi, created the gates of the city. All spambots or noticeable troublemakers that could not pass a test to get in where left outside, waiting.

"Then on that fateful day, the first day of the second year of Runouw, Superyoshi was doing maintenance on the city to prepare for the celebration. Suddenly, he pressed the wrong button. The gates opened in front of Demonik, and he was crushed instantly by the stampede of spambots and slummers escaping from the gate. Superyoshi, devastated, committed suicide by jumping into the stampede and being crushed next to Demonik.

"Due to Superyoshi's fatal error, the spambots were in a position to raid the city. Runouw's small army was no match to stop the near millions of opposers. Runouw's army was captured, and on the first day of the second month, Runouw and his Elders were all executed except one, only one escaped. Who would care to tell me who escaped?"

All at once, everyone screamed "Marioiscool254!"

"Terrific! You remembered." Volcove grinned. "Well, Marioiscool escaped and brought a group of users that escaped with him to the undergrounds of the city. The rest were chained as slaves to the spambots and slummers.

"Marioiscool, Aznchau4ever and Buffooner became the new elders of this underground fort, known to all as Revolution. This fort was named Revolution, because that was exactly what it was. Marioiscool himself lead people to the top world to destroy spammers and slummers and to free the original members. He is the hero of our society and our way of life. The reason we are all free. He is a hero.

"Every day, people are released from their chains. Who do they have to thank?"

The teens shouted "Marioiscool!"

"Every day, our way of life is protected. We are free to live, breathe and fight one more day. Who do we have to thank?"

"Marioiscool!"

"Every day, the spammer's society and their reign of terror dies one more inch! Who do we have to thank?"

Aznchau joined in with the crowd. "Marioiscool!"



"That's right!" Volcove finished, smiling. "Now, you youngins better get back home. They're turning down the lights in a minute."

All the teens except one started to run off toward their homes. The one left behind was a small, stringy teenager named Dark Yoshi. True to his name, his hair and his complexion was as dark as the caves during lights-off.

"Great story, Grandpa." Dark Yoshi said, smiling. "It never gets old."

"Sure doesn't." Volcove laughed. "You guys are endlessly entertained by it. And I must admit, I owe my life to him."

Aznchau walked with them. "We all do." he replied.

The three walked down to their homes silently, almost contemplatively, as the city started to dim behind them. Halfway down the walk, a young fighter, Parawar3, ran to Aznchau4ever, removed her helmet and said "Elder Chau, we need you! Above ground! Now!"

"What is it, Lieutenant Parawar?" Chau asked.

Parawar simply started to run.

Chau started running himself, prompting Volcove and Dark Yoshi to follow. Nearly a mile the four ran, hearts hammering in their chests. Finally, a ladder to above-ground appeared. One by one, the crew started to climb it.

The ladder went through a hole in the roof of the cave, and into bushes above ground. A familiar light filled the crew's faces as the actual night sky was displayed before them. Dark Yoshi had never seen the above ground before, and was in speechless awe at the sight before him. He didn't notice that The other three had already ran off until a minute later. He leapt up and started to climb out of the bushes and run.

What sight lay before would haunt him forever.

Chau, Volcove and Parawar stood above a body, shaking softly like trees in the wind. As Dark Yoshi got closer, he would discover that this shaking was actually the three of them sobbing. He pushed Volcove and Parawar out of the way to see the body, and instantly, he screamed.

Marioiscool254 lay before them, struck down by an arrow.

This arrow belonged to the Revolution.

[nin10mode]

Yayz! Another forum story with some true facts in it! Make sure you don't epically screw up and make me disinterested, mkay? ;P
I won't make a review yet... It's not far enough for me to make a fair review. (I'll make one after a few chapters are written.)

[Zunar]

Nice story so far! Keep it up!

[Genowhirl910]

I'M IN THE STORY!
I FEEL SO HONORED!

[brandoprojectm]

Hm...I must say, I haven't been this seriously intrigued by a story in quite a while. Your writing style is excellent, I came across no notable or important errors. What you've got so far is enough to give us a general idea, yet you leave the reader wanting more. We'll see about the plot as the story progresses. I'll be following it.

Overall, good job!

[MessengerOfDreams]

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Re: Legacy

Postby MessengerOfDreams » July 25th, 2010, 2:19 pm
Thanks for the rave reviews!

Chapter 1 Part 1

Elder Buff sat inside the elder's hall, looking out the window into the artificial morning of fire lamps hanging from cave ceilings, tears freely streaking his face slowly. Question after Question scrolled through his mind like a ticker tape, and he could not answer any of them. All he wanted to do was focus on the fact that his best friend in this underground world he considered hell was dead. One of his only friends. But there were so many repercussions that came with this fact that it was impossible to sort through the one he needed to understand the most. It was a new form of denial.

Now that Mic died, then did the city collapse?

Now that Mic died, what would become of the Revolution?

Now that Mic died... what next?

Rage filled his heart as he remembered the fact that Mic was killed, and by someone of the Revolution at that. He looked out the window and said "God help me, Mic, I will uproot every part of this city, if only to find your killer."

Elder Chau walked into the room and said "It's devastating, I know."

Elder Buff nodded, not looking at him.

"Do you have your speech ready?" Chau asked.

Buff nodded again.

"Alright, Elder Buff." Elder Chau said with a comforting smile. "It's time."

Elder Buff stood up, dusted off his robe, and walked out slowly.

[MICrophone]

Hooray! I'm a martyr!

*Looks around.*

Er…yeah. So brando pretty much summed this up. This is very well written and very intriguing. I particularly liked that the cause of the Revolution was Suyo doing maintenance and pressed the wrong button…sounds like him effing up the site a few times (but we all love you Suyo…in a non-gay way). In any case I'm looking forward to more of this.

[MessengerOfDreams]

People in droves crowded around the Elder's Hall, wondering why they were told to gather there, especially during what normally was lights-out. Some, like fort guard UsuarioThf, shrugged off any worries that others had with a big smile. "It can't be that bad." He said. "Perhaps it's really good news. Maybe we have gained some important intel, something we can use to destroy spammers with!" Many people responded to that with an eye roll.

Others, like Dark Yoshi's best friend Highwire, were correctly pessimistic, and that was without Dark Yoshi even confessing the news, something he wanted to do but dared not to. After all, it was supposed to be lights out, and they never turned on the lights unless it was an emergency or time for lights on.

Finally, Elder Buffooner emerged, on a window ledge just above the crowd. He cleared his throat and said "People of the Revolution, I have a speech here in my hand," causing some people to roll their eyes or offer confused glances. Suddenly, he started manically tearing the speech to shreds, getting out every ounce of his hatred towards the situation out on that paper. "But I refuse to speak to you in rehearsed speeches anymore, and now I will speak to you as people.

"Soldier Parawar3 was on duty last night when she saw a horrific sight, and now, I shall relate it to you." Taking in a deep breath, he got all his courage together and said "Elder Marioiscool254 was shot down with an arrow. He was pronounced dead at the scene." Immediately, the crowd gasped, bursting into shocked conversation. Some people started to weep bitterly.

"Marioiscool254 was the spearhead of the Revolution, and it was the Revolution that betrayed him." Buff continued. "The arrow that killed our beloved leader belonged to a member of the Revolution. Rest assured, I plan to have a thorough search of this underground fort to make sure that this killer does not get away. I will die myself before his killer escapes." More shocked conversation, this time mixed with anger, took place, before Buffooner spoke again.

"And now, it is our duty!" Buff continued, his words commanding silence, "It is our duty to make sure that his dream becomes a reality! It is our duty to destroy those who destroyed all those before us! It is our duty to win this seemingly endless war for him!" A faint cheer was heard. "In one week, we strike! I have our Army Commander Alucard busy making a plan of attack, and this time, it will not fail!

"We will have everyone we can enlist in this final struggle. Every willing and able soul will make sure that Marioiscool did not die in vain! And we will have vengeance on his killer, but only after we make sure everyone can see the light of real daylight again! Light that is not artificial! We will leave this City of Ember and arrive back on Earth! Who is with us?"

Everyone cheered.

"Who is with the Revolution?" Buff commanded the audience with his enthusiasm, even in dire times.

Everyone cheered louder.

"Amazing!" Buffooner said. "May this time of mourning not be downplayed, though. A memorial service shall not be held until we can bury Marioiscool in the daylight he dreamed of living in. But for now, let us all say a prayer. It doesn't matter who your god is, it doesn't matter who you pray to, just pray for Marioiscool's soul to be put to rest." Everyone knelt on their knees, even Atheist Aznchau4ever, and started praying silently.

Aznchau muttered to himself. "I don't believe there is a god out there." he said quietly. "But if there were, now would be the time we needed him. Just to help our friend and leader be put to rest above the earth where he belongs. That's all I want right now."

In a few moment's time, everyone rose and Buffooner said "Let us all return home. Sleep may be too much to ask of you now, but do try. This next week, big things will be happening." And with that, everyone slowly went on their way.

Buffooner walked into the Elder's hall, sat on a couch, and started to cry. He rarely cried, but this moment was one of those rarities. He silently remembered a conversation Marioiscool had with him, not too long ago.

"Well," Marioiscool had said, "Buff my friend, I think we're getting close."

Buff was busy pouring tea for himself. "Close to what?" he said absentmindedly.

"To the end, Buff, to the end of the war!" Mic chuckled.

Buff swerved around, teapot still in hand and tea flung everywhere, and said "What on earth do you mean? This is the worst shape the Revolution has ever been in!"

Mic chuckled. "Exactly. It always gets bad before it gets better."

Buffooner took his tea and sat down, shaking his head. Mic chuckled and said "How... British of you. Drinking tea and being negative."

"Negative?" Buff inquired. "I'm not the only one who isn't exactly hop-skip-jumping their way around the fort. We're all going through a hard time right now."

"Buff," Mic said, suddenly breaking off the former conversation, "Do you remember what inspired you to move to Runouw's city when it opened?"

Buff shook his head. "I don't remember that much of the times back then. I just remember smoking your sorry ♥♥♥ at a LDC." he added with a smirk.

"Fair enough." Mic grinned. "I remember joining because I thought 'Hey, this guy's a genius, and I want in.' My parents, needless to say, weren't exactly thrilled about the idea, so I had to pack my bags and sneak out. But it was well worth it."

"I'm sure you're not thinking that now," Buff said, withholding a snarl, "Considering the state we're in."

"You kidding? At the very least, this catastrophe has brought us all together, as friends and as family." Mic chuckled.

Buff smiled. It was hard to stay mad at Mic. "Ah, Mic, my American ally, your spirit is in the right place, at the very least." he said.

Buff snapped back to reality when someone tapped his shoulder. It was Aznchau. "Buff, Commander Alucard wants to see you now."

[MICrophone]

Damn, this is good! Excellently written, very intriguing…this could possibly be the best story on the forums. Too early to say for sure, but maybe…keep it up!

[Chaukai]

Everyone knelt on their knees, even Atheist Aznchau4ever, and started praying silently.

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Even death would not be a good enough reason for me to pray. No offence to Microphone and all. I'm more of a realist than anything. Sorry Mic, you have nothing once you die. XP

Anyways, it's interesting for sure. Keep on writing and it will turn to something bigger than that. :O