The Void Conspiracy

[Panik!]

Thanks everybody Means a bunch

[AlucardX60]

I like this, especially if you start to see the story through the aliens eyes on regular basis. It makes you think about both sides equally... almost.
You use lots of descriptions for everything, it's kinda... poetic. *insert long corny review filled with stuff people have already said here*

Specifically, the place between the 4rd and 5th dimensions.

oh and that's 4th and 5th dimension to you mister.

This is so awesome that if raddar (okay maybe MIC) doesn't spoof this I will. (If I do it it will probably suck though)

[Ridder]

Buff out a few dents and scratches in places I see and It's a real trophy to show to every other forum "Hey, good story writer here. And not there."


A good job, looking forward to more.

8.5/10

[Mr_SaxMan]

Great job. I wish I could write that well. / It's teh uberz new ratingz zystim!

[MICrophone]

This is a very nice story jello. Very interesting story so far, and well-written. It's definitely possible that I might spoof this at some point…keep up the good work!

[Doram]

Awesome job thus far. Good setup for a lot of plot, and a lot of characters. I love the alien angle. Who's to say we wouldn't try and do the same in their position, eh? And SubSpace!!! Bonus points for the SMB2 reference. Great descriptive writing, good pacing. I do look forward to hearing how this progresses! I don't have a lot of time to write more, but this is definitely top notch stuff. Great job!

[Mr_SaxMan]

Jello, this is the best story I have ever read made by a 15 year old in Indiana who's username is jelloman44 and is my awesome friend and stuff like that. So much, that I am going to write my very own story! I hope to get it started soon, but you have an amazing talent in writing. Take it from an active member- I mean; VETERAN!!!!!

[TrappedTime]

I have got to hand it to you, jello. You have a pretty awesome idea for a story here. You write so amazingly! You're no professional, but if you were to be taught by one, I bet you would be gold-starring(verb) books in no time. I did find some flaws, but they were so minor I barely cared.

TT's RATING:

9.3/10
Amazing, and could use a little[teeny tiny] help ,but amazing overall.
Keep writing and keep us "sucked into" The Void Conspiracy.

[Ridder]

These are "inane scribblings on a wall" I've been working on over the past few weeks. Enjoy.

Chpt. 1
THE ONE WHERE PEOPLE DISAPPEAR

The stars twinkled brightly and seemed to hang low that night while a thick blanket of drowsy fog settled over the town of Bettleton. The fog was cut through with harsh orange fluorescence from the street lights, but they shed the only light throughout the city. Everyone was sound asleep. Kind of. It was Surperbowl Sunday and everyone was at Carl's mansion. You could hear noise from his mansion a mile away.

Yet just a couple of miles south in a desolate prairie a large building stood. It was constructed of dull gray concrete and no windows interrupted its thick outer shell. Behind the building were over twenty vast satellite dishes surrounded by a flimsy metal fence with a sign indicating any intruders to "MONEY OR GTFO". The immense bowls of the dishes swiveled in unison, their lunar surfaces refracting the moonlight that was so tangible that night.

The building’s interior was lit dimly by unsteady flickering fluorescent lights, and in a broken lawn chair far in disrepair sat a disgruntled Amy Cherin. After an hour or so, she quickly succumbed to her lack of sleep and was lying her head down on the table, completely and utterly sound asleep.. Loose strands of her hair hung over her face, and her breathing was low and exhausted. She was dreaming about this odd alternate universe where you punch trees and get wood, build floating islands, and avoid the disasters caused by a walking green bomb.

Glancing at the sun in her dreams, she saw that it was almost nighttime, and that she would be boned if she didn't construct a fort soon.

The remaining minutes passed quickly, and soon Amy found herself sprinting to an open mountain. Heading for the opening, she almost reached the top when she heard something repeatedly calling out the nineteenth letter of the Latin alphabet, before facilitating a large, loud, destructive blast causing the deconstruction of the hard earned shelter she strived for. She woke up to the monitor in her little shed to find that the green cursor was blinking and twitching erratically. Soon, jagged characters blipped onto the screen.

“So fu**ing close-,” Amy whispered, as more palpable letters made themselves visible. When the phrase was completed she read it aloud:

Our planet has been trolled to death. We are coming for yours.

Amy’s grin shattered as her jaw dropped in anger and confusion. "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"

In an attempt to push the pair of sentences out of her mind, she flipped off the monitor and walked to the door quickly, pulling her jacket tighter around her due to an irrational chill that had crashed over her. The satellites continued to twist as she locked the door behind her.

Her shoddy SUV sat on the side of the unkempt dirt path, and she
climbed inside, placing her hands over her distraught face. “That was not
the message I wanted,” she said to herself, jamming the keys into the ignition. Where they instantaneously broke.


"f***." Amy shouted as she banged her hands on the wheel.

She shook her head in disappointment as she tried to place it into the recesses of her mind. Mustering alertness with a sharp, deep breath, she drove off to the town of Bettleton where she knew , even though there were noises blaring down every single street, all from Carl's party, a warm bed waited in her cozy apartment.


In the distance, Amy could see the electric glow that she associated with Bettleton. As she drove further into the town she noticed a small sphere of swirling light up ahead. At first she thought it was a result from the large amounts of LSD she took prior to sleeping, so she opened the glove compartment and grabbed another pill. But when she was about to consume the medicine she found that the ball was gone. There was something in its place though.

She couldn’t see the road beyond the point where the sphere used to be. She noticed that the town around her was becoming more twisted, more distorted. Soon, she felt every individual cell in her body being stretched toward the darkness.

“There’s nothing ahead but blackness!” she cried, as her eyes grew wider and the horror grew to a boiling point in her stomach.

And then suddenly, she started hearing a voice.

Never....


And the voices drew closer.

gonna let..


Until suddenly, it was as if the voices were screaming in her ears.


NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN. NEVER GONNA RUUUUNNNN AROUND AND DESERT YOU.

Amy lifted her foot from the gas pedal but the car was in flames already. The windshield disintegrated instantaneously. Amy tightened the seatbelt but she knew it was useless. All too soon the car lurched into the void, and Amy screamed, but not a sound came out. She whipped her head around to catch a glimpse of the last bit of reality, but it zipped shut, and she was gone, completely and utterly gone. As was her sanity.



Somewhere in space, an ominous craft floated among the stars. It was completely dark blue with a handful of parking tickets scattered across it gleaming surface. Inside, on one of the many floors of the spacecraft, sat a bloated creature. It was identical to a human except for it's nerdy complexion and different colored eyes, one covered with an eyepatch and the other a neon blue. Comparable to a WoW Junkie: the same as any other internet nerd, but upon closer inspection, vulgar and disgusting. More than an internet nerd. Which is saying alot. In his pale hand was a microphone which he flipped on.

Raising the microphone up to his mouth he spoke into it, “One down, over six billion to go..."

[Panik!]

XD Ridder, you are teh spoof master.