D-38 Boss Posted February 22, 2014 Report Share Posted February 22, 2014 ....... you just wait cuz oh man oh man O_O O_O Kewl. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Drizzy_Dan Posted February 22, 2014 Report Share Posted February 22, 2014 I knew it. This Drizzy_Dan guy is actually just the Green Lantern! I prefer to be called the Blue Lantern. JL I like the lengths of these chapters. The writing is still excellent, I liked the circuit analogy and I liked the Pokemon reference haha And again, the story deepens... 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Axilus Prime Posted February 23, 2014 Report Share Posted February 23, 2014 There was a pokemon reference? Also...that's surprising. Usually things are more complicated than that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Is not JL Posted February 23, 2014 Author Report Share Posted February 23, 2014 (edited) I prefer to be called the Blue Lantern. JL I like the lengths of these chapters. The writing is still excellent, I liked the circuit analogy and I liked the Pokemon reference haha And again, the story deepens... With this length, I'll probably be both more motivated to write, and also be able to do it quicker, so expect shorter release dates. If at all possible I might end up doing this weekly. There was a pokemon reference? Also...that's surprising. Usually things are more complicated than that. Yes, there was a reference. And no, usually things are fairly simple when you look at it from a large perspective. Chapter 6: Deal of two mods They were in that same bar once again, HaloGeek sipping on a glass of apple juice, Edward drinking rum, The Kilburnator sipping on that crimson juice that simply didn't look humane at all, and Church drinking water. "So, what?" Edward asked. While the adrenaline rush and the other side effects had calmed down, it was still hitting him hard how close he had been to being banned. Only through an unplanned miracle had he survived, and there was little to no idea whether the MoM's power would work again. It had dissipated after shielding him from the sniper's bullet, and he didn't want to test whether the power was still there. "I mean, what now?" Church shrugged. Out of all of them, he was still the most carefree. While normally this would be apt, and he had OP mod powers he could freely abuse on each and every other person within the group, their enemy was somebody who could strike right through it. It seemed as though Church was oblivious to that fact, as he replied casually, "Nothing. We really just have to wait and hope to stop the Sniper's next attack." The crew looked at each other, then back at Church. HaloGeek was the one who spoke what was on all their minds. "You're a mod. Surely you have ways of detecting this sniper that far exceeds the capabilities of the average member." Church shrugged. "I might," he replied, "But I'm not sure if I DO, and even then I don't want to go snooping around against somebody who can ban me." The Kilburnator frowned, squinting his eyes at the same time. "So you're just lazy." "Nope. Anyways, I think this ragtag meeting of ours is done. There's nothing.......we.......can do. Lets just make sure to private message each other in case we see anything fishy....But not Fishy! because he's a nice member and a cool guy. Fishy, as in, fishy, so it's like....." He paused awkwardly, then sighed. "Nevermind. You understand what I'm trying to say." And then he stood up, and sprinted for the exit, leaving the others in the dust. A few seconds, 6 corners and 9 alleys later, Church burst out laughing. "HAHAHAH! Idiots! Man, the look on their faces. Thank goodness I could get away from all that yiddie-yaddle.....TitanFall Beta, here we go! YES! I'm gonna play for, like hours straight. Gonna get-" A sudden flicker of movement, and the moderator spun with an expert grace and practiced movement, unhitching his sniper rifle and swiftly firing a volley of 4 shots forwards. "Come out. I can sense you." As if a ghost solidifying, Zelda appeared from the cover of the darkness, wearing simple, casual clothes. While to the average member it would have been nothing out of the ordinary, Church could make out the form of the skinsuit underneath that Azaxx had made for his protegé. Though he did let his stance slack and his rifle lower, he still kept his guard up. He knew Azaxx's power, and he wasn't exactly open minded in testing out what exactly Azaxx had empowered within Zelda. "Hello, Zelda. What brings you here?" Coyly, she smiled, approaching the other moderator with a small twinkle in her eye. She wanted something - or Azaxx wanted something. It was always one or the other. "My master can see that you've decided to create a team to try and hunt the Sniper." Church frowned. He had no recognition of doing anything of the sort. What team was Zelda talking about? Blue Team? Church didn't want to get teamkilled again. "He has personally requested that.......I keep them in line. HaloGeek, Edward, The Kilburnator.....they are a loose cannon. My master won't risk that, and he hopes neither will you." "Oh," Church said, "So he's butting into MY business without even finding out all the details." Silently annoyed, he wondered whether telling Zelda or Azaxx of the fact that those 3 had come begging him to help rather than the other way around would change the plans the Master and Apprentice duo had. Probably not, knowing those two. Zelda hissed. "Do not speak of my master like that, Church. You may be a moderator, but respect is still a thing." "Yeah, sure. How respectful is lurking in the dark, always listening to everything said but never speaking up? Because that's Azaxx for you." "Shut up. Answer the question - will you accept his request or not?" "That's not even a question!" "How is it not?" "How is it?" "JUST ANSWER IT!" "FINE! Yes, I accept Azaxx's weirdo stalker request to have you around!" Wordlessly, Zelda nodded, coming in close to randomly hug Church for no reason. "Your request has been accepted," she whispered into his ear, "You'll be notified when we find something." Church twitched. MY REQUEST? As if deciding it was time to flee from the incoming wrath of the moderator, Zelda smiled, turned, and once again vanished into the dark using the arts of the lurker. Church grunted in annoyance at the turn of events, waited for a moment to see if something would happen, before finally deciding to go. "Well....now that that's all over, I can finally - wait....what?" With an urgency, he quickly began to fish into his pockets, trying to look for something that he had apparently lost. "But...but....it was just there a minute ago! NooooOOOOOO-" * * * "Was the negotiation successful?" "Yes, Master. I'll be heading out to oversee Church's group soon." "And the other thing?" Zelda grinned, holding up a beta key for TitanFall in her hands. "Of course, Master." /discuss Edited February 23, 2014 by JL - Lightning Blaze 8 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
VinWarrior Posted February 23, 2014 Report Share Posted February 23, 2014 That is an impressive chapter I must say, I cannot wait to find out Azaxx and Zelda's motive behind all this. Good work! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caboose The Ace Posted February 23, 2014 Report Share Posted February 23, 2014 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I was going to steal the Titanfall beta key ! Time to steal is back ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Axilus Prime Posted February 23, 2014 Report Share Posted February 23, 2014 Well, that's interesting. Church is a funny character. The Titanfall beta key thing was hilarious, I actually laughed in real life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Church Posted February 24, 2014 Report Share Posted February 24, 2014 You...you evil...why you little.....DAYUM Great story. Now I finally understand myself...if that makes any sense. And yes, you are spot on, and I LUV IT!!!! FANTASTIC, MAGNIFIQUE, BRAVISSIMO! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
D-38 Boss Posted February 24, 2014 Report Share Posted February 24, 2014 Am I the only one who thinks this should be Pinned? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snipe MD Posted February 24, 2014 Report Share Posted February 24, 2014 My character is not here BUT I MEAN WHO CARES ANYWAY?........(Sniff...I do...Sniff) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Is not JL Posted February 25, 2014 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2014 Am I the only one who thinks this should be Pinned? It doesn't fit the pinning criteria. My character is not here BUT I MEAN WHO CARES ANYWAY?........(Sniff...I do...Sniff) Can't rush the story to the point when you 6 get into the story. Boss, Sparky, Yoshi, Blackwolf and TDM aren't in here too. Filler please. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caboose The Ace Posted February 25, 2014 Report Share Posted February 25, 2014 Don't forget me ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Is not JL Posted February 25, 2014 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2014 Don't forget me ! Why would I! .... Filler again pls Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Axilus Prime Posted February 25, 2014 Report Share Posted February 25, 2014 What's a filler? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Surveillance Posted February 25, 2014 Report Share Posted February 25, 2014 Seems like the Pirate, the Soviet Snowman, and whatever Kilburnator is (sorry) make a good group that causes trouble. I wonder what that will turn into. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Is not JL Posted February 25, 2014 Author Report Share Posted February 25, 2014 (edited) What's a filler? Filler is.... Something you use to fill a space. Seems like the Pirate, the Soviet Snowman, and whatever Kilburnator is (sorry) make a good group that causes trouble. I wonder what that will turn into. Something messed up. Chapter 7: Hunters and Liars "Quorrai." "You speak that filth?" "No. Just teasing you." "What do you want?" "There's a bug running wild. Our sensors show that there's a possibility the bug can be engineered into a hack that can effectively un-ban the banned. We would like you to neutralize it." "What do I get out of this?" "What you always get." * * * Elite Sniper stared at Mayh3m. Mayh3m stared at Elite Sniper. "So, what're you doing so far out of the city?" Mayh3m spoke up, slowly sheathing his sword as he squinted his eyes. "I'm a bounty hunter. I hunt bugs and earn from them. Mayh3m frowned. "Even though this place is non-profit?" For a moment, Elite Sniper gazed upwards as he himself questioned the exact logic of a profitable non-profit job, before he simply shrugged, giving up on trying to reason with something on the internet. "Yeah. Even though this place is non-profit." "So what now?" "Seems to be life's greatest mayhem, ain't it?" Elite Sniper shrugged, then with a wave gestured towards the vast expanse of the wilderness of 343i. From their point of view, the two of them could see far, far into the distance. Mountain peaks, capped with snow, and beneath them a desert. And stretching towards and across the horizon was a lush green jungle. This was beautiful, raw, untamed internet. Mayh3m squinted his eyes, questioning whether he had just been mocked. "Anyways, there's talks going around of a powerful bug on the loose in these forest-y parts of the wild. While I'm pretty much done for the day, it may be good if we head out, see if we could find anything, or even set some traps-" "Woah, wait, hold on a second," Mayhem said, holding his hands out flat in emphasis, "What are you talking about? Don't put me next to you, idiot. I'm not some bounty hunter." Elite Sniper shrugged. "Well, you're here, and you asked what now, so I answered. And I figured you may as well join, because, you know, why not. ... "Fine. I'll go and.....take a.....look. I bet this bug doesn't exist though. Tell me more about it, so I can tell you exactly how wrong, dumb and stupid you are." * * * Banned...... Drizzy looked around. They'd been through this forest for ages; while being banned already felt like you had taken what seemed to be a 10 day hike already, right now, they HAD just taken a hike, and it was taking it's toll. Drizzy was tired, Spyro was trudging, and Pbrabbit was.... Well, he was sitting on Spyro's head doing absolutely nothing. Luckily for him, Spyro was a nice guy so he didn't complain or threaten to do anything to the Rabbit perched upon the top of his head, but he didn't really like it one bit. Suddenly, Drizzy stopped. Something about what he saw in front of him forced unto him a frown on his face. "What is it?" Spyro said as both he and Pbrabbit arched their necks upwards to see what Drizzy was seeing. In front of them was a crater, a few feet wide. Normally you didn't find random craters in a forest, and it dawned on them the possibility that they had walked in a circle. They spread out silently, looking for more clues. That one rock there, that looked a bit like a dead mudkip. The tree, right there, that was slightly bent. Small tidbits of information stored in their subconscious were now their tools to test if this was where Pbrabbit had landed - and everything screamed to them that it was. "Argh, dangit!" Drizzy proclaimed in frustration as he kicked up some dirt, "We've been walking in circles!" Pbrabbit's ears perked up. "Err.....that sucks. Why does walking forwards always somehow turn tail us backwards?" Spyro asked to nobody in particular, before giving out a small burst of flame in annoyance. Looking around, everywhere it was just the same - the same, the same vines, the same colored leaves of the canopy that blocked out the sun - not that it could have guided them anyways. Ignoring him, Pbrabbit turned, facing a seemingly random direction into the forest. "Uh.....guys?" "Uh.....guys?" Now both Drizzy and Spyro turned towards that direction with a sudden movement, both of them a bit confused as to what they'd just heard. A second later, Drizzy grit his teeth. His hands reached over to draw his weapon - before he realized he didn't have one. Embarassed, and now even more annoyed at all the problems he seemed to be suddenly getting, he silently gestured the other two to follow him through the forest - with urgency. "Come on, lets go. Before we meet the source of that sound." "What is it?" Pbrabbit asked, even as Spyro began to lumber forwards and follow the moderator in a half-jog half walk. "This is the banned realm. While we're "normal", the people who have been banned for legitimate reasons aren't. They'll be against us, because that's just who they are. Trolls troll. Pricks are pricks. Spammers spam. And what we just heard....." He gulped. Here, they were in banned territory. Without sufficient planning (Not that it was possible, considering they never saw getting banned coming), or Drizzy's full powers, they were now the prey within an alien world. "Imposters. Posers. Do not be fooled by who they are." /discuss Edited February 25, 2014 by JL - Lightning Blaze 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Axilus Prime Posted February 25, 2014 Report Share Posted February 25, 2014 Now that's interesting. Legitimately banned people...it's like being thrown weaponless into a room full of psychopaths. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BeckoningZebra1 Posted February 25, 2014 Report Share Posted February 25, 2014 I'm loving this JL, keep it up! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Surveillance Posted February 26, 2014 Report Share Posted February 26, 2014 I suppose the language project was a bust, so it deserves to be called filth. But if you want to use it you still can. :/ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fox McCloud Posted February 26, 2014 Report Share Posted February 26, 2014 What chapter is this in now? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MCPO Mayh3m Posted February 26, 2014 Report Share Posted February 26, 2014 Chapters keep getting better JL. Keep up the good work! 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Is not JL Posted February 26, 2014 Author Report Share Posted February 26, 2014 (edited) Sorry, Boss, but you were the prickiest of all members I knew here. This lead role was something you couldn't have escaped from. And don't worry - everybody here is actually a genius in one way or another. This chapter was definitely heavily inspired by a multitude of different things. Chapter 8: The Trifecta of pricks. 343iCF was a city that was fairly large in size. While it couldn't ever keep up with the expansion rate of sister sites such as Forgecafe and HaloCustoms due to their specialism, 343iCF made up for it with its sheer broadness. But as with every other place that didn't ever specialise in something, there was always going to be some of those things that didn't receive as much glory, attention and development compared to other subjects and topics. One of these deserted areas was a desert. Another one was an ocean. Whether these places were created by whoever made 343i.org, or whether they were natural occurrences, nobody knew. Close to the city, but not quite in it, was a beach. On this beach, was a bungalow. Nobody ever came to the shack, except the people who lived within the housing. Members avoided this place like it were glitched - and it wasn't really hard to figure out why. The shack looked unclean, dirty and disgusting. Piles of gunk and black slime seemed to unendingly attach to the cracking wood, which overall created a structure that looked like it was about to topple any moment. Although it wouldn't. But the outside was just the beginning. This bungalow was the epitome and epithet of the phrase "Don't judge something by it's appearance." Why? You ask. Well, quite simply, it's because the entire outside was like a heaven compared to the insides. Take a step inside the bungalow, and you were greeted with a stench like no other. Rotting food, crisps lying around, the broken controller lying on the ground. It generally smelled a bit like a mix of rotten eggs, a sewer, vomit, and also that smell you get from a highly sanitised place, like a hospital, all mixed together to form a hellhole of diffusion. The whirr of an Xbox's fan seemed to unendingly dominate the space within, if you managed to ignore the sounds of the television that was always on some kind of football or basketball game. The crumple of popcorn, the sound of objects clattering onto the floor, everything was just lazy. Okay, here's a better way to sum it up. Imagine the computer, the internet, technology, pristine in beauty, lush and unexplored yet beautiful and colonized at the same time. Now, imagine Internet Explorer. This bungalow equated to IE. But the worst part wasn't the housing. Oh, no. The worst part was what was being housed. This was the household of the Trifecta of Pricks. And today it had a visitor. The insect buzzed through the small crack in the wood that had situated itself within the wall ever since it had appeared as a consequence of target practice. Through the hole it went, it's wings flapping unendingly with an annoying buzz that immediately ticked off the first person who heard it - D-38 Boss. Sitting within the lounge of the bungalow (Although it wasn't worthy of being a lounge), Boss stared up. The fly did a small twirly loop before continuing on it's completely random flight plan erratically, indignant to the world around it. For a second, it flew across Boss' eyes, which didn't blink as it followed the bug. Zzzzzzz. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz. With a swift movement, Boss stood up, even as he stooped low to pick up his weapon - a gleaming, golden blade that looked a lot like a swiss army scissor - that had, a millisecond ago, been resting itself against the couch. A mix of biceps, triceps, deltoids, trapezius and other muscles tensed and contracted to swing the weapon. Two gleams of gold ripped through the air, aimed towards the insect. But the fly was small, and animalistic. Non-sentient, instinctive, it's path of flight was unpredictable and there wasn't anything Boss could do. Without even a display of dodging, Boss' weapon sliced nothing to death. With a taunting loop that only made Boss angrier, the fly decided for no apparent reason that it was now time to leave the room. It continued idiotically, flying with dips and lifts as if playing Flappy Bird, into another room. "Pffft. Can't believe that even you, our great and mighty leader, won't hurt a single fly. Or should I say that you couldn't? After all, intention and achievement of something are two completely different matters." Snipermaster1 chuckled to himself in another room, before turning around to face a large number of mirrors that had originated from a single mirror cracking. He flexed, stretched, and posed to himself, before giving to himself what he probably believed to be a dashing smile, although it really came off as a bit more of an ugly, arrogant grin. "You know, what you just said was really true," came the reply from Yoshi, even as he continued working, tinkering around with bits and pieces of scrap metal. "After all, you've got the intent of a fat kid in line for McDonalds, but yet you've never. Gotten. A. Single. Achievement." Each word he said towards the end was accentuated with a hammer smashing into metal. Yoshi stared at his handiwork - a finely made blade. Grunting, he picked it up and tossed it out the 'window' (Really just a big hole) and onto the beach. Perhaps if he found it tomorrow, when he'd forgotten about it, he'd have a whole new adventure. Rather than make a retort, Snipermaster simply played along in a girly, splayed voice. Which didn't sound good at all. "So insensitive, so mean," he cried, "See my cry, see me weep." To further emphasise what he was trying to convey, he raised his fingers to his eyes to wipe out fake tears with a horribly faked sniffle. Still, the sarcastic remarks didn't end itself there. "You've hurt me bad, stung me deep. Oh the tragedy, I now must meet." "Hey, hey, hey! You've got it wrong, Yoshi! Snipermaster HAS gotten an achievement," Black Wolf said as he raised his feet and smacked them up on a table, even as he inclined deeper into his chair. "He's achieved the record for utter and unprecedented stupidity." In another corner, tapping away at his controller, The Dumb Marine, gave out a small laughter. Even a small laughter from him, the most stoic of the group, meant that the joke had been a good one. And naturally, a good joke needed a followup. "Or, well, maybe your parents jointly held the record. Oh, wait - who was your father again? I mean, there is quite a big list of possibilities." Snipermaster's nostrils flared and his cheeks puffed. But even he knew when he was beat, and all he could do now was redirect the laughter to someone else. "Come on now, lets give credit where credit's due. The piggy obviously holds that record. He probably hugs the plaque in his sleep, if he hasn't eaten it already." The 'pig', an electric rat named Sparky, promptly threw the dumbbell he'd somehow been lifting at Snipermaster's head. All eyes within the room turned to track the rusted ball of metal as it flew through the air. Luckily, from all the glass reflections, Snipermaster managed to see it just in time to duck, letting it sail right over his head and smash the already-in-pieces mirror into much smaller fragments. Snipermaster and Sparky both turned to each other, beginning to growl in an inhuman manner at each other. Black Wolf promptly got to his feet. He wouldn't miss a chance taking another pick at someone. "Now look what you've done," he proclaimed, even as he gestured with his arms for exaggeration, "You've killed him. This is murder!" Slowly, his grin grew wider and wider, a little bit uglier with each syllable that came out of his mouth. "His one and only true love has been murdered - HIMSELF!" That drew out a small snicker from Yoshi, as well as a deep heh-heh from Sparky. The Dumb Marine remained indignant, while it simply wiped a scowl up onto Snipermaster's face. But with all of these happenings, Boss was vaguely aware that the fly had come back into this room. This time though, he wouldn't be defeated by a mere insect. This time it wouldn't get away. No; it would serve it's purpose as an example. With a quick movement Boss stood back up, surprising and stunning the other Pricks into silence. He took a few steps forwards, rummaging through a pile of useful goods and useless junk, eventually pulling out a small jar of orange, tangy honey that was probably farmed from the wilderness. "Hey!" Black Wolf said as he reached out with grabby hands, "That's mine! I stole it, fair and square. What're you doing with it?" He stepped forwards to grab it, but Boss simply turned on the spot, letting Black Wolf grapple with a bit of nothingness before slamming onto the floor. Without words, Boss twisted the cap open, even as he let his emotions get the better of him. A meek smile began to appear on his face. A finger dipped in, bathing themselves in the orange colored liquid whose aroma was lost within this room. The insect was small, yes, but it was stupid, even more so than Snipermaster. And, like everything else, it could be predicted. With his clean hand, Boss reached for his duoblades again, letting his hand slide smoothly into the grip. For a moment, it seemed to flicker. * * * RedStarRocket frowned as he spoke with Twam. "Our number one suspect is still, well, there. Trapped. He seems to have no knowledge of the happenings up here either. What next?" Twam sighed. Staring at the list, he wasn't sure whether the suspect they had just had a talk to deep in the pits of the Coliseum or the suspect they had next on the list was better to talk to. Both were extremities, and he'd rather both never saw the light of the forum. "Throughout the history of 343iCF, only one member has ever....'survived' a glitch. This person's body....changed afterwards. His name is...." * * * Boss' movements had now shut up all the other Pricks in the room. The only sound unusual sound they could hear now within this awkward silence was the buzzing of a fly, and even that died down when the fly landed on the honey on Boss' fingers. Finding so much sweetness out here in this strange place was a surprise. Even with it's wide angle eyes, it was too slow, too stupid to react to the blade that sliced it cleanly in half before passing right through Boss' fingers as though they weren't solid objects. There was another flicker at the contact point as Boss used his power. Boss held his finger out for the 5 others to see. Turning in a circle, he let each and every one of the others gaze upon the now red-tinted honey, and the two perfect halves of the bug that were stuck to the sticky liquid. He stopped when he faced Snipermaster, and looked him in the eye. Although Snipermaster was the taller one here, he gulped with a feeling of diminutiveness. "For me," Boss began without the need to shout, "Intent and Achievement may be different, but Intent and Achieving are one and the same." He held up his hands, playing with the honey for a second as it drooped downwards. "I can hurt flies. I can hurt you. I can hurt all of you." He hissed. Edited February 26, 2014 by JL - Lightning Blaze 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Axilus Prime Posted February 26, 2014 Report Share Posted February 26, 2014 A glitch...not entirely sure what that means in this context, but then again if I was I guess that would defeat the purpose of making this suspenseful. Good work. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Caboose The Ace Posted February 26, 2014 Report Share Posted February 26, 2014 Good chapter again and just a head up for you when I somehow come in ... It is Caboose now not Ranger. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Is not JL Posted February 26, 2014 Author Report Share Posted February 26, 2014 Good chapter again and just a head up for you when I somehow come in ... It is Caboose now not Ranger. I'd change it if your first sentence held any weight. It didn't. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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