Legacy

[Buff_]

OMG TEA! .... I don't even like tea. Perhaps you should have said something about a monocle and a top hat? Or if you really want to make me seem English, have me have a picnic or some kind of food related thing go on when there's a war.




And yeah... good story so far.

[daniellikesmario63]

this story derserves mah best A+

guess what? here it is: A+

[MessengerOfDreams]

Wow! Thanks everyone!

I want to get another comment or two before I work on Chapter 2 (or is it 3) but I have the entire story mapped out! It should be a shorter story, 8 chapters long.

[Ridder]

Comment: Yo da man.




Now, GO WRITE UP SUM MOAR SHEOT SO YOUR CHARMANDER WILL TURN INTO A CHARIZARD.

[MessengerOfDreams]

Commander Alucard, or "Ace" as he was commonly known, was busy. He wasn't busy with a battle plan. He already had it down. No, Ace was busy wrinkling up one useless piece of paper and shooting it into his trash can repeatedly.

Ace was busy being bored. And boy, did it drive him nuts. Being bored was one of the only things he hated. That, and Swiss cheese.

He knew Mic was dead, as did the rest. And he was saddened. But when he got sad, he kept a straight face for the rest of his crew, hoping that if he smiled, the whole world followed. Being so forcefully happy made him restless, however. And the longer Elders Aznchau and Buffooner took, the more restless he was getting.

God, He thought, I need to get a hobby.

Commander Ace was the think tank of the Revolution. A former soldier in the war, his input in battle plans was ingenious and invaluable. When conflicting ideas rose, Ace always knew what was best. Eventually, Ace was promoted to Commander because of this, kept safe from battle, but with enough know-how to create authentic battle plans. They would work, if only they were not so sorely outnumbered. About 150 people lived in the fort, and out of those, 50 were able to fight. His forces were small, and if their plan was going to work, it was going to have to at least increase by 50%. At least.

But this time, Ace had an Ace up his sleeve. Yes, he knew the pun was horrible, but it was intended. That, and he had no other way to describe it.

At that moment, his thoughts were broken by a knock on his office door, him being one of the few members who were able to have a nice office. He blinked a couple of times, got up and let in the Elders.

"Hello, my friends." Ace greeted them with a grin, a grin that this time was not fake as they had been most of the day. This time, he was pretty happy and he meant it, too. "I cannot wait to share my ideas with you."

Aznchau raised an eyebrow. "Well, that's good news." as he and Buffooner took a seat in two plain fold-up chairs that this day were commonplace as furniture.

Ace sat down at his desk, in a nicer swivel chair and started.

"Elders, I would like to first relay to you the story of how I escaped to the Revolution." Ace said. "You see, everyone has a story like that, as you may well know. And mine is the key to winning this war.

"In 6 days, we'll have been a Revolution for 3 years, the day when our poor friend Marioiscool escaped. The first one to do so. Now, on this day, I had been kidnapped by a spammer myself, and it took me a whole day after everyone else had escaped to be freed myself. I was locked in something of a cage in the back of a truck, waiting to be ushered into the slummer's land as a slumming slave, as many of our members have been.

But suddenly, the truck I was in swerved off the road for some odd reason, and my cage was tossed out the back of the trunk and broken, allowing me to escape. But before I did, I went to see what the hell happened with the truck, and if I could use it to escape. I mean, I could take a spambot or two if it meant escape. But I took a look inside the truck to see both the spambots, the one driving the truck and the passenger had completely shut down.

"Now a spambot is a peculiar thing, it is almost entirely humanoid in structure, but its only thought is to follow its master, and that is what the slummers do, other than slumming. A set group of the humans there program them to advertise their wretched products, and anything else they want. So in essence, the slummers are leading the spambots. And this day was the day where their power failed, the one day that their batteries recharged. It only takes 24 hours to power them up for a year, and they all recharge on the same day, as they were programmed to.

"I looked around, and saw that I was in our city, or what was left of it, and every spambot had been shut down around me. At this moment, my future General, Avolerators, found me and led me to the Revolution, where I joined the army.

"However, a year to the day, I led a reconnaissance group up in secret to the spambot-ridden city, to see if they had powered down again. To my relief, they had. Therefore, I can safely assure you that if you attack in 6 days, you will have no opposition. The slummers are powerless without their robots, all they can do is build worthless cities.

"And that, my friends, is when we surround the city, take down every spambot one by one, and free the people!The Slummers will be helpless against our sheer power, and the reign of those who destroyed our leaders one by one and enslaved our people, who forced us to hide in caves, will perish!" Ace beamed, pumping his fist in the air. He turned to the Elders, and saw something in their eyes that he had not seen in a long time.

Hope.

Buffooner and Aznchau applauded softly. "Amazing work, Ace." Buffooner said, grinning.

[MICrophone]

[tnt175]

Good story!

BTW, is there gonna to be more?
If yes, can I be in it?

[MessengerOfDreams]

Let's not ask that... I kind of have it all planned.

[SammerGuy]

Pretty good, pretty good.

I hope to see some more.

[nin10mode]

I love your interpretation of spambots in this chapter. Grammar is good also.
I don't think there's anything wrong with this chapter. Nice. 10/10