*Antestarr stands by his pay phone occasionally glancing nervously at his watch.*

Ante: Now, where is that rental... it was supposed to be delivered to me... maybe I should have stuck with Enterprise.

*Just then his "rental" strolls up.*

Rental: GROOOOAAAR!

Ante: Ah, just in time. I've been waiting.

Rental Delivery Woman: I am velly solly. I no spreak good Engrish and no find way here good. Godrirra have hard time rately. No money from movies. Need part-time job to make end meet.

Ante: It's quite alright... everyone's had hard times since the whole "internet stocks" thing. I'll take him from here.

*Ante mounts up on his newly acquired Rent-a-Zilla.*

Ante: Okay, boy. Take it easy. See that big furry thing tearing up Tokyo? He's in your territory. This is your town to tear up. Let's go eat him. *Yelling to men at the sides of the street* OKAY! Get those camera's rolling! We're gonna make a fortune off of this one!

*And so, the stage is set for yet another titanic battle. Does Godzilla stand a chance against a radioactive Hamster-Man of Microsoft? Can Ante hope to succeed with a tried-and-true method of Japanese destruction where others with more "modern" methods have failed? Find out, when next someone seeks to further this section of the plot...*

[This message has been edited by Antestarr (edited November 12, 2001).]

(NSP: I ask that you all (the writers) wait for me to put up a post of mine before continuing (cuz I know there are so many of you that want to post--those that have been posting don't count ). I'm hoping to post a big obligitory straighten-out-things-in-a-way post, one that will be easy to figure out what everyone is doing and such (I need to know anyways, even if you guys know). And DANG Mick, you haven't posted since like page 24--go catch up Or just wait until my post and hope you get the general idea to jump back in...

And at some point, unless someone else would be kind enough to do it in a later post, I'll have to wait on posting for the perfect level sub-plot until I re-download Drazen and research what the Ninja Kage patch can do in it...)

(NSP: Geb, I can do it, but you can do it if you want to ruin all my fun

NSP: Gettle, if you're referring to the perfect level sidequest bit, by all means, go ahead! If it's about the obligitory long-straighten-everything-out post, I'm afraid I'm being a little possessive on that, and flexing my unofficial influence as "leader" of NeS. Course, there could also be a nice little riot to ensue from such a claim...I'll try to get my post up before Sunday, so just hang in there. If anyone has something they wanted to add though, e-mail it to me at gebohq@hotmail.com and I'll work it in

And of course, if anybody really DOES have a problem with it, I suppose I could just give THEM what I had in mind (cliffnotes style) and hope they use 'em.

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~Geb

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited November 13, 2001).]

(Geb said I could post this)

*As the deadly din of diabolical destruction occurs outside, Mr. John T. Updike, Attorney at Law, pleads a delicate point with His Honor Dwayne Ketchkoff, who is currently asleep.*

Mr. Updike: Your honor, I’d like to renew my request for a change in venue. I do not see how the Jury can reach an Unbiased decision when a colossal vertebrate is wrenching, slashing, and crushing his way through this city of Tokyo. And you just know that this ‘alleged’ Hamster Man is siding with the Defense on this one.

*Krig jumps to his feet, then jumps on top of the table so he can be seen*

Krig: Krig object! Unverified accusation backed by ad hominem attack.

His Honor: Zzzzzzz… sustained… zzzzzzzz…

Mr. Updike: I mean look at them… they share the excess of body hair, a malodorous smell, limited intelligence, and a certain obliviousness when it comes to the brushing of the teeth. They are practically soul mates!

Krig: Krig Small. Hamster Man big. Krig Viking. Hamster Man Hamster. Krig have doctoral certification in field of mastication of inedible objects. Hamster Man doesn’t. Krig no like Hamster Man. Hamster Man doesn’t have fun easy-going personality.

*There is a small scraping sound at the roof.*

*A mime anxiously tries to get the courtrooms attention. He points upwards, and acts as if he were eating small pellets and running on an invisible treadmill*

*Then the entire courtroom ceiling collapses as a massive clawed hand sweeps through the courtroom, spraying bricks, mortar, and mimes.*

*Hamster man smiles at courtroom.*

*The he looks at Krig*

Hamster Man: What do you MEAN I don’t have a fun easy-going personality!

Mr. Updike: At this point this conversation has been rendered academic.

His Honor: zzzz… call for a recess… zzzz…

Kirg: YAAA! Recess!
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* Otter and Maybe stand in the middle of a street while crazed panicked pedestrians and speeding cars swerve around them.*
Otter: C’mon Maybe. You’ve gotta believe me. I’m like… this close to proving it. There is a Hamster Man, and he DOES exist, and he IS out for blood.

Maybe: Riiiiight. Okay, at first it was a little funny. Now it’s just plain annoying. You can’t trick me… trap me…

*In a display of disgusting irony Hamster Man sneaks up behind Maybe.*

Otter: Uh… maybe.

Maybe: … deceive me. Common scientific knowledge dictates that a Hamster as large as the one is that you claim can not… has not… is not… and will not exist!

*Hamster Man taps Maybe on her shoulder.*

Maybe: *To Hamster Man* Do you mind? I’m trying to give a reprimand to Mr. Otter here.

*Hamster man lets out a menacing growl, and wraps his green furry fingers around Maybe. He lifts her high in the air. Maybe has a rather perturbed expression on her face.*

Otter *Singing and Dancing*: I was right and you were wrong! I was right and you were wrong

Random Audience Member: Hey! Wait a minute! I thought Otter was searching for the ultimate level! Why is he in Tokyo?

*Hamster man snarls, and reaches through the screen with his free hand. He grabs the screaming audience member, tosses him up into the air, and catches him between his snapping teeth.*

*The camera turns away, and the remaining audience hears only the bloodcurling screams of the heckling audience member*

Random Audience Member: Ouch! This is hurting really bad!

*Maybe turns and looks up at Hamster Mans damaged eyes defiantly. As is dawns upon her that she isn’t getting immediately eating a realization sets in.*

Maybe *spitefully*: Oh. I get it! I’m supposed to be the poor innocent dame who gets captured by the mean powerful monster! I’m supposed to act scared, maybe faint a little. But do you no what! I’m not gunna go along with it. I’m tired of you Male Chauvinist Pigs running the world!

*Hamster Man spits, covering maybe in a light green film.*

Maybe *Wiping the ‘film’ off of her arms disgustedly*: Yep. Definitely male.

*Suddenly, in the hubbub of all the people running away, a lone man seems to be running towards the hamster. He is clad in a tight black suit with abdominal muscles drawn on it. Ammunition and large guns, cover him.*

Phantom Master: Don’t worry, fair maiden! I’ll save you!

Maybe: *groan*

*Phantom Master rolls needlessly on the sidewalk, ducks behind a parking meter and pulls out two shining Uzis. Pausing only to put on sunglasses he unleashes rounds and rounds of ammunition into Hamster Man’s chest*

Hamster Man: Hehee. Little man in black suit tickle Hamster Man!

*Seconds later, an infuriated Krig runs up to Hamster Man swinging a chipped axe.*

Krig: That how Krig talk. Laywer Krig sue for Copyright infringement.

*With all his might Krig brings down his axe on Hamster Man’s toe.*

Hamster Man: Heehee! Now little viking man give Hamster Man pedicure!

Maybe: Call me pessimistic, but I think you’ll need a little bigger man to defeat a brute like this.

*On perfect cue. A stereotypical Japanese citizens stops fleeing and points in the distance*

Japanese Citizen: Ohiogozimous Sakurahiroshima Seyoneratamagatachi Chowmeinsweetandsourchicken Hiya Hebeedee Goodsila!

Subtitles: Look! Godzilla!

*A long green tail whips around a random skyscraper toppling it. As it topples a green reptilian monster is revealed. It is every bit as intimidating and destructive as the original Godzilla- clawed feet, menacing teeth, dry skin, spiked back- except this one has the words RENT-A-ZILLA 1800-KILL-CITY painted crudely in large red letters on it.*

*Ante rides on a saddle perched on the top of one of Rent-a-zilla’s spikes. He waves a cowboy hat.*

Ante: YEEEEEEHAAAAAW!

*The fleeing civilians stop fleeing, and start betting on the outcome of this match.*
*A western showdown theme starts playing.*

*A tumbleweed rolls across the street.*

Rent-a-zilla: This town ain’t big enough fer the two of us…

Hamster Man: Step closer an’ the girl gets it!

Rent-a-zilla: Not this time, ya yella bellied gerbil. Ah’ve seen too many towns torn up ‘cuz ‘a you. Ya kill the girl and ya’ll never see the light ‘a day.

Hamster Man: I’m not playin’ around this time, Rent. I’m bigger now… and I’ve got claws and know how to use them.

Rent-a-zilla: Ah’m gunna give you 10 seconds, and yer gunna draw.

Hamster Man: C’mon man!

Rent-a-zilla: I said draw!

Hamster Man: But!

Rent-a-zilla: DRAW!

*High Noon in Tokyo. Two monsters face eachother. Revenge. Bitterness. It’s all there. Only one will survive? Who will it be? Only… time… can tell… next time: The Neverending Story: How the East was Won.*


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May the Windex be with you
-Janitor Jack (Salk Wars)

(NSP: Ah screw it. It's going to be a while before I can post. You all feel free to post on ~I'll just try do my post when I can )

B.U.M.P.

(Can't post without one of those, can I? )

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~Geb

P.S. Mick, you character really hasn't done anything since everyone was searching for a job. So just jump in wherever, hopefully you've at least skimmed what you've missed, and at some point please describe what your character looks like (for reference). Thanks!

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited November 15, 2001).]

Sensing his connection to the NES is becomming to weak to maintain, Sem opts to delve dangerously close to breaking his pledge of not incorporationg too much Everquest or Tribes, and conjures himself into existance at Hampster Man's feet.

In only the third occurence since the beginning of the NES, Sem rears to his full height, sinews and bones cracking and snapping, and lets out a mighty full force roar that can be heard all the way back in..... the anvil identity-protected city.

Hampster man turns to face this new menace, but alas it is allready too late-

Yes, in the minute it takes the giant rodent to recover and realize that Sem's full height is only a half foot above his toenail, and now that he is out of breath, incapable of any serious threat, (insert name of every other hero in Tokyo) siezes the oppourtunity to attack. Under the strain of this assault, Hampster Man falters and falls gratuitously on as many buildings as possible, including a power generator.

Hampster Man: "Oh! Ow! Oh! Pins and needles! Ow!"

Suddenly the mutant rodent grows 5x over and turns to face it's assailants.

This is about the kind of time that would be really great for a nice big slice of rhubarb pie! Yes, when things are looking down and you don't think you can take it anymore, just grab yourself a nice big slice of Bebop'nRebopin Rhubarb Pie and dig right in, yes eat it straight out of the box if you have to!

*narrator begins to sing and dance*

Oh, momma's little baby loves rhubarb-rhubarb, Bebop'nRebopin Rhubarb pie! Serve it up! Nice and hot! Maybe things aren't as bad as you thought! Ohh, momma's little baby loves rhubarb-rhubarb, Bebop'nRebopin Rhubarb pie! Bebop'nRebopin Rhubarb pie!

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The early bird may get the worm-
but it's the second mouse who gets the cheeze.

Omnia quae specto dominavi, et tantam magnus sum, ut non specto!

NON STORY POST!
*Peeks in...looks around, tip-toes to the kitchen to sneak some cheese.* Alarm:BUZZZZ! BUZZZZZ!
Losien: Gosh Darnit! I was caught!
Geb: (w/ a Flashlight) What are you doing here?
Losien: Getting a midnight snack?
Geb: Under what conditions?
Losien: Rainy, chance of thunderstorms..45 degrees...25mph winds..
Geb: Ok, Ok...that's enough. Where have you been hiding?
Losien: Well...we were playing hide-and-go-seek..weren't we? You...you never found me.
Geb: You've gotta be kidding!
Losien: Nope...I'm not kidding (very serious) I stayed in the same place the whole time. I was under your bed! I can't believe you couldn't find me!
Geb: The thing is, I wasn't looking..
Losien: You weren't looking in your room? Why not? That's where ALL the good hiding spaces are!
Geb: *sigh* Figures. So anyways...what have you been up to/
Losien: After scoping out all the neat stuff under your bed..by the way...did you know you have really neat shoes under there? Well..I've just been hanging out. Busy with..well...being busy. You know how it is.
Geb: Oh, of course..I know what you mean. So...it's good to have you back.
Losien: What do you mean? I've been here all along...you just couldn't find me.
Geb: Well...I found you now. You don't have to hide anymore.
Losien: That's a relief! Well, now what should we do?
GEB: Anything but hide-and-seek!
Losien: I can live w/ that!

Well...I know it's been FOREVER (yes...really..FOREVER) since I've written here. My old computer was ghetto...and I was just always busy and I didn't want to deal with it. Good news..partially! WE have a new computer...and it's much faster. What does that mean? Losien might be back in the story...off and on...periodically! Isn't that great?! Ok..you don't have to answer that! Well..ok, I gotta go for now though...but...hopefully I'll be back really soon! Adios Amigos!)


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When life hands you lemons, squeeze the juice into a squirtgun and shoot other people in the eyes.

NON-STORY POST!
*Belated clapping for Geb's post asking that we all clap!*

*clap, clap, clap..clap...clap*

Losien: Owww! My hands hurt.

*clap, clap, clap, clap*

Losien: OK, OK...that's enough!

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STORY POST! (Stupid...but still, it's a post!)

Losien: (back at work) I...I just don't understand!

Makeup Artist: Honey...it's going to be OK.

Losien: But..I, I thought things were going to work out between us.

Makeup Artist: Woah..what? What are you talking about?

Losien: Joe...the guy who brought me the gift the other day.

Makeup Artist: Oh...that guy. So...what did he get you? Was it what you ALWAYS wanted?

Losien: No. See...that's the whole problem! He KNEW how much I wanted that Curious George clock..and I thought that was what it was...but...the box was too big! *sobbing*

Makeup Artist: Stop that! You're mascara is running now!

Losien: I.,..just can't help it. I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown! I need CHEESE!

Makeup Artist: No, no. We can't go around eating cheese all the time. It's too risky. We don't want you to be replaced by a non-cheese-eating model...now, do we?

Losien: *sobs* No..but...but....*mumbles* I'll just get cheese after work.

Makeup Artist: What did you say?

Losien: Umm...I'll just get a soft-serve freeze after work...non-fat and sugar-free...of coruse.

Makeup Arrist: OK...I suppose that will do.

Door: *Boom boom chick, bu doom bu doom chick*

*As non-as-romantic-as-last-time-music builds, the door swings open and reveals..(Get ready for a not-as-big-as-last-time surprise)*

Character: Losien!

*Losien swings around in her barbers chair, knocking over the makeup table. The lights dim..(slightly) and two spotlights shine upon the characters. Losien's eyes begin to water, as she sees who came for her*

Losien: Joe..

Joe: Losien. I...I gave you the wrong gift yesterday. The other one was for my grandma. I'm...I'm sorry.

*Joe hands Losien a smaller package, this time..it's wrapped in comics from the sunday newspaper. Losien hugs him tightly*

Losien: Thank you Joe! I knew you wouldn't let me down. I knew you'd get me that clock I've always wanted!

Joe: (Puzzled) Oh yes...uhh...sweetie. That's what it is. Now...don't open it until you get to the Massassi Forums building, OK?

Losien: But...I want you to see my face when I open it!

Joe: I can't..I can't do that.

Losien: Why not?

Joe: Well...because I have to spend time with my grandmother because I didn't get that last present to her.

Losien: Oh...can I come?

Makeup Artist: (Clears her throat) We have work to be done...young lady. Or..it's non-cheese-eating model replacer for you.

Losien: *sigh* All-right.

Joe: Oh, thought you'd want this back. (Hands her the prosthetic zit) Bye. (runs out of the store)

Losien: Thanks a lot. I almost had him.

Makeup Artist: What do you want to do w./ him anyways? He just wants you for your looks.

Losien: You don't know that for sure!

Makeup Artist: Of course I do. With a makeup artist like me...everyone will want you for your looks.

Losien: *sobbing* but...I don't want people to like me for my looks.

Makeup Artist: Stale cookies! You have to live with it....and stop crying! Your mascara is running again.

Losien: Cheese and crackers!

Makeup Artist: What?

Losien: I said geez..this is whackers! I know. I have an idea. I'm going to prove to you that not everyone likes me for my looks...and then (in a deep voice) I'll be the one laughing.

Makeup Artist: Deal...and if you lose...you have to get me a date with that Joe guy.

Losien: What?

Makeup Artist: If you lose...only if you lose.

Losien: But..

Makeup Artist: No "buts"...if I were you, I'd get to work.

*Losien walks out of Toys 'R' Us onto the sidewalk and stands in front of the doors. A young guy walks by. Losien approaches him*

Losien: Hi...my name's Losien. What's yours?

Guy: Name is Chad. Nice to meet..

Losien: Oh hi. Chad...do you like me because of my looks?

Chad: Well...actually...

Losien: You don't? Oh that's great!

Chad: I was going to say I was too nervous to approach you because you're so beautiful.

Losien: Arrrgg. Nevermind.

*Losien walks away. Chad looks at her strangely before entering the store. Another guy walks towards the store.*

Losien:*to herself* maybe I shouldn't be so forward about it. *to the guy* Umm,...hi there.

Guy: Oh...hello.

Losien: How are you?

Guy: Good, and you?

Losien: Pretty good.

Guy: Umm...OK. (continues walking)

Losien: Well...what's wrong? Don't you like me?

Guy: Well...you're not really my type...that's all I can say.

Losien: Not your type, as in...you don't like my for my looks?

Guy: Umm..yeah. I'm not particularly fond of your looks. Why?

Losien: *grabs him by the arm* Come with me.

*Losien and the Guy walk in the store and find the Makeup Artist*

Losien: Here. I found one!

Guy: What...what are you doing?

Losien: This guy doesn't like my for my looks.

Makeup Artist: (looking at the Guy)Is that so?

Guy: Well...uhh..yes.

Losien: Well...see?!

Makeup Artist: How can you not like her because of her looks? She beautiful. I mean...any guy that doesn't like her for her looks must be...*gasps* Oh my god, you're GAY!

Losien: Is that true?

Guy: Well...actually. (looks at the ground and mumbles) yes.

Makeup Artist: Ha. You have to find someone that isn't gay that doesn't like you because of your looks!

Losien: But..that's not fair! We didn't say that when we shook on it! I win. You lose!

(IN the middle of their argument, the Guy leaves the store)

Makeup Artist: Oh...it's alright. While you were gone...Joe and I talked about when we can get together. So...it's OK.

Losien: Arrrggg. I hate this. Where's the phone?

Makeup Artist: Over there.

Losien: Where?

Makeup Artist: OVER THERE. (this time..pointing to Losien's gift from Joe..where the phone is)

Losien: *dials Mick#. Ring, Ring, Ring*

Mick: Hey-lo?

Losien: Mick. It's me.

Mick: Losien? Where are you? What..

Losien: I'm at work. I get off in 10 min. Is there any way we can meet? I need to talk to you.

Mick: Umm...sure. Where ya wanna meet?

Losien: Anywhere.

Mick: Burger King?

Losien: Sure...Have it your way.

Mick: Alright. Meet ya there.

*click*

(Losien picks up her gift..then leaves in a hurry)

(AT BURGER KING)

Losien: Hey there.

Mick: What's up? I haven't seen you in forever!

Losien: I'm having guy problems. The Makeup Artist keeps telling me that guys only like me because of my looks..and..

Mick: What can I say? I'd have to agree. I've always thought you were beautiful.

Losien: Mick! *Sigh* And...Joe...you know..Joe the sound guy. He...I don't know. He's changed. He got me this present though..and...I don't know. Then he just left. It's...it's really weird.

Mick: *Picks up the present...examines it...hears that it's ticking* Oh my gosh! Losien. It's a bomb. Couldn't you hear the ticking?*He throws it in the nearest trash can*

Losien: Mick! It wasn't a bomb. It was a curious george clock I've always wanted...and now...you broke it!

Mick: Trust me. It was a bomb. I know things like this.

Losien: *sigh* Of course you do.

*Losien gets up and leaves. Mick follows her*

Mick: Come on. I just wanted to save your life. That's all.

Losien: Uh-huh. Sure.

Mick: well...it's true.

( Was it a bomb...or was it the Curious George clock Losien always wanted? We'll find out..next time..when...a Burger King employee empties the trash. DO Burger King employees empty the trash...or do people dig through it? Hmm...

(NSP: Sorry this is so long..and well...boring. A post is a post...right? Right.)


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When life hands you lemons, squeeze the juice into a squirtgun and shoot other people in the eyes.

[This message has been edited by Losien (edited November 17, 2001).]

NSP: I need to know the following e-mail addresses, as they are either not listed or are incorrect from what I got from what Massassi told me:

JorBo
Phantom Master
Michael McFarlene

Please send your e-mails to my own at gebohq@hotmail.com so I can keep you all updated on any NeS stuff. If it is a problem, please say so. Thanks again.)

B.U.M.--

Dangit, what do you mean "I can't afford for another B.U.M.P.? It's NeS! There's practically no limit to the number I can use for it! Oh fine, have it your way! Sorry folks, you'll have to wait for a real post later, at least from writer Geb here. Until next time!

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~Geb

NON-STORY POST!
*Peeks in to see that....NO ONE HAS POSTED besides Geb. Hmm...maybe I scared everyone away. It's weird...because right now, I have so much time...and I feel like writing soooo much. But..I'm not going to. I'll just wait. LOL*

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When life hands you lemons, squeeze the juice into a squirtgun and shoot other people in the eyes.

<Meanwhile (NSP count: 745) far , far away...>

<Randy opens his eyes to find himself in a bright room. Whincing at the intensity of the lights he tries to get up...>

Randy: Owww.. What happened? I can't move.

<Just then a soft voice speaks from his left.>

Woman: Shhhh... you should rest.

Randy: What happened? Who are you? Where am I?

Woman: From what oue agents could determine, you appeared to be walking aimlessly claping you hands when you were struck by a van (and several other vehicles). You were also apparently followed by men in a van labled 'U' 'G' 'O'. Our agents made short work of them. Finally we brought you here to heal.

Randy: Wait, you were following me!!

<Randy tries to leap to his feet but finds his strength leaving him...>

Randy: Ohhhhhhhh..h..h....h......

<Randy collapses back into unconciousness>

< NES: Whoa, have I been gone for a while. Sorry guys and gals, but my studies required more from me than I previously estimated. ^^; But I think I'm making a come back(hopefully). Continue posting, just don't post anything related to this post...I'm trying to build something. Thanks, the Management>

I have no idea why my listed address would be incorect.

Or is it not listed?

mikemac71@hotmail.com

My account was temporarily disabled due to lack of use. It's re-activated, so go ahead and try me again.

(Writer Comment: This is a getting-back-into-the-swing-of-things post. Enjoy.)

(As Michael and Losien turn the corner, they hear a deafening explosion.)

Michael: (slaps self) Blast it! You were right, Losien. It was a clock.

Losien: What!?

Michael: That package. It was your Curious George clock.

Losien: I heard what you said, I just don't believe you said it.

Michael: No, I'm not like a lot of other people. I can admit it when I'm wrong. Just think, four years on the bomb squad, and I can't even... (begins muttering unintelligibly)

(Losien shakes her head sadly.)

Will Michael ever see a doctor about his rather serious personality disorder? Find out next time, on the Neverending Story Thread!

jorbo@df-21.net should work.

My email address is phntm_j_maul@yahoo.com


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I am the Shadow...

(nsp: sorry i havnt posted in awhile, Galactic Battlegrounds came out and I'm kinda into it, so forgive my lack of activity)

B.U.M.P

Benevolent
Upward
Mobility
Post!!

<Once again, Randy awakens from the void...>

Randy: Ohhhh.... Owww...

Woman: Now will you listen to me when I say rest. Honestly, you men...

Randy: What happened?

Woman: Well, I've already explained most of it but you tried to get up yet you passed out and crashed into the floor.

Randy: Where am I?

Woman: In a secure location deep under Tokyo.

Randy: Tokyo? I remember I had just been turned down for a job and the next thing I remember is the van and...now I'm here. Next question, who are you.

Woman: My name is Kitako Hoshikawa. I'm an agent with the Phoenix group.

Randy: Phoenix group?

Kita: Yes, I cannot disclose anymore.

Randy: Why did you bring me here?

Kita: I want you to see this.

<Kita clicks on a video monitor. It shows Godzilla fighting a large Hamster...>

Randy: Hey isn't this the episode where...

Kita: <sigh> No, this is a live feed from the surface.

Randy: Then that means...wait, hold it!! Zoom in there!

Kita: Computer, enhance grid 634, 128.

<The feed zooms to the back of the large lizard revealing Antestarr in cowboy threads riding atop the mammoth beast...>

Randy: Ante??? What tha??

Kita: You know him?

Randy: Yeah...kinda, he's one of my traveling companions. Don't worry, he doesn't bite.

Kita: I'm not worryed about him...I'm worryed about the fate of Tokyo.

Randy: But...doesn't Tokyo just pop back up after the monster leaves??

Kita: <grrrr...>

Randy: Opps...did I say that out loud?

(NSP: Just a bitty-bit to post for now. And to boot--yay! Randy returned!)

Galvatron looked up and over the skyscraper-backdrop of Tokyo, to see Godzilla and Hampster Man swaying and waddling like cheap blow-up punching dolls.

Galv: Hmm...as first action of the new leader of the heroes of NeS, I shall...go get some ice-cream--

*ahem*

Galv: What?

Don't you mean "Go save the world from imminent disaster"?

Galv: Um, no--

That was a rhetorical question you lunkhead.

Galv: Oh poo gas. So I'll go walk up to the monster and ask it real nicely to stop, THEN get ice-cream?

Try again.

Galv: But that takes so much effort! Alright, so I'll use a plot hole to eat the moster whole and--

*cough*dragonform*cough*boostratings*coughHACKcough*

Galv: Alright! I can take a hint! Sheesh...

With the supercolossal powers of NeS...and good mecahnical construction and matinence, Galvatron turns into a giant dragon! A sideways view of Tokyo is displayed as Godzilla, Hampster Man, and Galvatron jump on buildings and eat people. Oddly enough, themusic to the game "Rampage" can be heard...

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited November 28, 2001).]

(NSP: Just so's you all know, the reason Galvy can turn into a dragon is that he's a Transformer. Robot in Disguise. I say this because a bunch of random transformations of heroes for no reason would get old real fast. We've got to maintain *some* semblence of continuity, if not plot. )

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When the blind leadeth the blind.... get out of the way!

(NSP: Krig's right. Besides, the heroes already did that on pages 10-20 just about Note that ANte has brought up to me though, that I honestly forgot since page 1: Geb CAN technically appear as anything he touches. Whether we want to keep that fact is something else to debate... )

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~Geb

B.U.M.P.
(I'm still here, I've been busy )

Suddenly, the stocks in B.U.M.P. incoorperated begin to skyrocket...

The thread's Needing Upward Direction, Getting Embarrassing all this BUMPing...

In the background, the rising sound of bagpipes came from beyond the hills.....

It was a......Scotsman on a horse....the horror.

"Whit dae ya be wantin laddy?"

Galv: Fear me not old man, for i have come not to mingle with your kind, but to continue my quest for justice.

"Dae ye be English?"

Galv: Alas, do not worry old man, i am but Scandanavian. I fear i am becoming weary on my travels, and i demand some of your finest porridge.

"Come right in laddy, Bettys got some on the stove"

Galv: Mmm, porridge.


.....And so Galv entered the stange mans cottege, unaware of what he was to encounter....

(NSP: Hmm... a Scotsman now. It'll be interesting to see if he continues, though the plot hole of THIS one might break F5 levels...

And I fear that B.U.M.P. inc. has new competition now, namely the N.U.D.G.E. kind )

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~)Gebohq(~
Check out the following stories:
The Neverending Story Thread(comedy *sci-fi/fantasy*)--never finished--

(in story order)
The Change (The Second War) (sci-fi/fantasy) --not finished/on hold--
The Crusade--tentative title (fantasy/sci-fi) --To Be Announced--
Saga of the 3rd War (fantasy/sci-fi) --finished--
The Shadows of Darkness (fantasy/sci-fi) --finished--
The Eternal War (fantasy/sci-fi) --not finished/IN PRODUCTION--

NSP: Presenting...

Historic Moment of Massassi[/b]

Recently, Brian Lozier, the owner of the Massassi Temple website for four years, is retiring from his position of ownership and passing the torch on to Slug, Kedri and bluejay. You will be missed Brian!

audience member: This is a poor excuse to post without it being story related! Boo!

Hush you!

I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAACK

Sorry I've been away for so long, I've been too busy with my webpage and gaming in general... you could say I've bit off more of the 'net than I can chew... too busy am I... but I'm gonna catch up now!

*In the realm of the writers*

*The Mega-ZZTer is on his laptop on the Zone playing JK. He suddenly feels compelled to open a room to argue about which level is perfect...*

Zone - Jedi Kngight Rooms - Nar Shadda Lobby - Room 10

Title of room: Perfect Level
Description: Which level do YOU think is the perfect level? (No game)

Chat transcript: (Falsefied, J and JMP I hope you don't mind )

(Enter) AoG_Mega_ZZTer
(Enter) AoG_Dr_J
AoG_Mega_ZZTer> Hey, J
(Enter) AoG_JMP
AoG_Dr_J> Hey Mega.
AoG_Mega_ZZTer> hi JMP long time no see
AoG_JMP> hi
AoG_Mega_ZZTer> So what are your opinions of the perfect lvl?
AoG_Dr_J> JHS
AoG_JMP> the original lvls, BGJ etc
AoG_Mega_ZZTer> How about the MLPs?
AoG_Dr_J> They're good, but nothing can compare with JHS It's got great gameplay.
AoG_Mega_ZZTer> Well I think I'll have to set up a poll on my site later on... I wanna pay some KWP@JHS now you withme?
AoG_Dr_J> Sure sounds cool
AoG_JMP> y not

End trandscript.

*Later, MZZTTW thinks about the perfect level more...*

MZZTTW: How about I have MZZTTH join with the other NeS heroes on the quest to pfind the perfect lvl? Yeah... *grins... starts typing*

*In the realm of the heroes*

MZZTTH: *Walks along a street in Patagonia, Arizona, a town which is made up of one crossroad and a couple little places around it (really, I've been there)* I haven't been here in a while... I should come here more often.

*Suddenly, he falls into a plot hole*

MZZTTH: Darnnit, not again!

*He emerges in...*

MZZTTH: Cool. Drazen Isle... w/Ninka Kage 7.0!!! I seem to be at the resort. *Picks up a conc* WOOHOO!!! TIME TO KICK SOME ARSE!!!!

*What will happen next?!?!?! (I know, weak ending, but I used up all my creative powers on a school essay, sry... don't worry, they'll regenerate eventually )*

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"You know when you've been away from the Zone too long when none of your Zone friends recognize you." - /me

*Several hours earlier...*

*Galvatron transformed into his dragon mode and joined Rent-a-Zilla and Hamster Man in an orchestra of destruction. As the camera panned out you could see the three of them climbing up and down buildings, smashing walls, eating anything that might have been inside one of the buildings, and being shot at by helicopters and tanks while men in green suits threw dynamite at them.*

Ante (calling to Galv): Hey Galv! Long time no see.

Galv: Wow, look at you. You look really small... want some lemonade?

Ante: Umm, not right now. Actually, my rental time with this beast is about to run out, so how's about you and me finish off fuzz-boy over there?

Galv: Sure.

Ante & Galv: FIRE BREATH!

*Both Rent-a-Zilla and Galvatron release large streams of flame, engulfing the Hamster Man.*

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*In a brand new office, in an undisclosed area, with handcrafted wood paneling and large stained glass windows, sat the self-proclaimed ruler of all creation, watching his minion of chaos get pounded into the ground by two challengers.*

Gates: This does not bode well. STATUS REPORT!

English-Accented Lackey: Lord Gater, we believe that the Hamster Man may not be able to sustain that assault. His internal temperatures are rising to critical levels. We can only hope that the X-Box archetecture that he is based on can withstand that.

His Emminency, Lord Gater: FOOL! Why did you base him on X-Box archetecture?! We all know that technology developed by our company is intentionally flawed in order to complete our grasp over the fools who we call "consumers". The X-Box is designed so that if there is a Hard-Drive failure, it cannot be re-booted or re-formatted, and must be traded in for a new one!! Where are we going to trade in our Hamster Man for a new one?!

E-AL: We're not. You see, this was all just a way for us to buy time...

HE,LG: What...? What do you mean?

*The Lackey pulls out a pistol and points it at Gates.*

E-AL: You're coming with us, now.

Gates (hitting intercom): Security! Get up here at once.

Double Agent (formerly E-AL): They won't help you. They're with us now. (Puts hand up to ear and speaks into collar) Team, fall in now.

*The stained glass windows cascade down as they're shattered and black ops men rappel in.*

DA: Now, I'd advise you to come quietly.

Gates: I'd rather just scream and flail about, thank you very much.

*As the camrea pans away from the HQ building, an interstellar Pinto can be seen in the parking lot.*

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*Ante gets a written message handed to him by a random japanese man who then takes a cyanide capsule. In the message is information detailing what has happened over at MSHQ.*

Ante (under his breath): Excellent... it seems as though my plans that have remained undisclosed since page 2 are still going into effect, and that my behavior-modification technology works perfectly...

Galv (back in person/robot form): Hey, what's that?

Ante: Uh...! oh... nothing. Really. Hey, why not go hit the remains of that Hamster Man with a big stick? You know, pretend he's an X-Box or something.

Galv: Okay.

*Galvatron walks over and smacks the Hamster Man remains, which then proceed to explode violently. Galvatron is launched into the air in a general western direction.*

Ante: Well, that was unforseen. (Turning to Rent-a-Zilla) Now it's time for us to part ways...

*Rent-a-Zilla starts whimpering.*

Ante: Now, now... I know we had fun times together, but my time with you is up. Now go home.

*Rent-a-Zilla persists, rubbing his nose against Ante.*

Ante: Stop that! (Picks up stick just used to detonate Hamster Man) See this? Go fetch!

*Ante throws the stick across the street. As Rent-a-Zilla runs across to fetch it, he is hit by a speeding gigantic Wooly Mammoth and sent flying in a general eastern direction.*

Ante: Hmm... that too was unforseen. Oh well, now I guess I could either go find my friends... or I could get more involved with my secret plans....

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*Meanwhile, somewhere in Scotland, Galv falls from a great height and lands in a rolling field.*

Galv (standing up and brushing himself off): Hmm... what a flight. I wonder where I am. I could really use some justice after that... Justice League Fruit Pies, I mean. I wonder if any natives could help me...

*As his voice trailed off, the rising sound of bagpipes came from beyond a hill.*

*In the heroes' realm, searching for the perfect level in Drazen Isle... (w/Ninja Kage patch )*

MZZTTH: Heh... I haven't played Drazen in a while, I should more often... *Walks toward the Drazen Gazette*

*Suddenly, a figure steps out in front of him...*

MZZTTH: AH!!! *Frightened, he impulsively slashes at the unknown man, who falls...*

*Suddenly, some yellow text flashes at the top of his vision... (can't describe it, but you know what I mean)

"Geb was killed by AoG_Mega_ZZTer"

followed by:

"Geb says: 'ARGH!!! I HAD FISTS DARNNIT!!!'"*

MZZTTH: Oh, uh, oops, I didn't have time to see... acted on instinct... you know...

*Suddenly the body of Geb dissapears, and a few minutes later Geb appears from inside the Mayor's house*

GebTH: Suuuuuuuure... And I'm Geb!

MZZTH: Um.. you are.

GebTH: Oh... yeah, thats right. Well, I ought kick you for that!!!

MZZTTH: Wait! I'm here to help you and JorBo find the perfect level.

GebTH: Really?!?! That's great!

JorBoTH: *Comes out of the Bookstore* Yeah, he spelled my name with a capital B! Let 'im stay.

GebTH: I was going to anyway.

JorBoTH: Wait, how'd we get here? Gettle and Haggis are here, not us!

GebTH: Shh... you'll reveal the plot hole!

MZZTTH: Um.. wait, you guys used 'Endlevel' to get here, right? (That wraps up things nice and tidy-like. )

JorBoTH: Um.. yea.

*Suddenly, two screams of "AAAAAAAAAARGH!!!" can be heard from the bell tower. It can only be assumed that these are from Gettle and Haggis, delayed from when they opened the treasure.*

*In the realm of the writers*

MZZTTW: Argh. This is the third time TODAY there's been a flooder in the Nar Shadda lobby at the Zone... and they were all members of that new Anti-NeS clan!!! (SeN)

*Calls up GebTW on his phone*

MZZTTW: Geb! I have some really bad news...

GebTW: The Forum building's coffee machine is broken again?!?!

MZZTTW: ... Worse.

GebTW: There's a shortage of coffee beans?!?!?

MZZTTW: No Geb, it's...

GebTW: People have somehow forgotten how to make coffee entirely?!??! This myse be the work of Darkside!!!

MZZTTW: NO!!! There's an Anti-NeS JK clan!!

GebTW: ... Oh. So?

MZZTTW: Their website has links to KKK pages.

GebTW: So?

MZZTTW: The members are all hackers and flooders.

GebTW: So?

MZZTTW: They have more members than we have writers.

GebTW: So?

MZZTTW: They have a webpage. We don't. (Author's note: yet )

GebTW: So?

MZZTTW: They said your mother wears army boots.

GebTW: WHAT?!?!? THIS IS OUTRAGEOUS!!! Something must be done!!!

MZZTTW: I sent a couple of e-mails to the right people. I said that their webpage contains hate-speech, which it does, and that it offends me deeply, which it does, that it supports the KKK, which it does, and that the webpage design is horrible, which it is.

GebTW: It sounded like you were gonna say something, and then "which it doesn't"

MZZTTW: So sue me. I couldn't think of anything. Anyways, I haven't gotten a response yet, but I'm fairly confident the page will be shut down and the clan dissolved.

GebTW: Just in case we get into any legal trouble...

MZZTTW: What, are you serious? They're the ones who are breaking every known law... and then some!!!

GebTW: Well... people will sue anyone for anything these days.. here, I'll give you a number... just in case.

MZZTTW: Sure.. but I still say that SeN can't and therefore won't sue us for freedom of speech or anything *hint hint *.

GebTW: 1-855-555-KRIG... Krig, Attorney at Law.

MZZTTW: Funny.. sounds familiar.

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"You know when you've been away from the Zone too long when none of your Zone friends recognize you." - /me

*MZZT the Writer dials the number that Geb the Writer has given him.*

Krig the Writer: "Hullo?"

MZZT the Writer: "Hello, is this Krig the Writer, Attorney at Law?"

Krig the Writer: "Erg, no, this Krig the Writer, writer of NeS. Krig not lawyer. Only Krig in story Krig write is lawyer."

MZZT the Writer: "What? But on the phone Geb said you were an attorney!"

Krig the Writer: "MZZT not pay attention to things Geb say on phone. Geb little crazy when talk over phone. Tell Krig he hummingbird once. Krig think phones in forum building have electromagnetic pulse waves that make people crazy."

MZZT the Writer: "Really! Ahh!"

*MZZT the Writer drops his phone, then turns around to face Krig, with whom he shares an office.*

MZZT the Writer: "So you're not really an attorney?"

Krig the Writer: "Krig can pretend to be attorney. MZZT want Krig to pretend to be attorney?"

MZZT the Writer: "Um, no thanks, I'll find a real one who can actually practice law, thanks..."

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*Krig the Viking (the hero, not the writer) stands looking out over the twisted smoking wreckage that had been Tokyo, but now is a big pile of twisted smoking wreckage. Behind him, His Honour Dwayne Ketchkoff and the rest of the court people walk up.*

His Honour: "All right boys, put it down here."

*Several burly courtroom guards put down the podium thingy that the judge sits behind, and His Honour sits behind it.*

His Honour: "Since the courtroom was destroyed by an unidentified rampaging wooly mammoth, we will continue here. Mr. Viking, have you any closing arguments?"

Krig: "Um... Krig like butterflies. But only with cherry sauce. Icky without cherry sauce."

His Honour: "All right, then, I find the defendant, Mr. Clown, guilty of the brutal murder of a mime. However, since mime murder is not illegal here in Japan, and indeed comes with a $25 dollar reward plus a certificate for twenty-five cents off on your next hamburger at an American McDonald's, Mr. Clown is free to go."

Mr. Clown: "Yay! Mr. Viking, you're the best lawyer ever! I'm going to reccomend you to all of my friends!"

Krig: "Sometimes Krig eat butterflies without cherry sauce, but it taste like poo-gas."

Whatever will *hic* happen here? Shome shtuff might happ--happ--happen, *hic*, but then it might not! What'sh really import-tant ish tha--hey, whadda you lookin' at, buddy? Ain't you *hic* Ain't you ever sheen a drunk narrat *hic* tor be--before? I oughtta punch you in the nose fer that, shir, I oughtta....ooh, the room'sh shpinning too much. Lemme off, I feel ill...

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When the blind leadeth the blind.... get out of the way!

*NSP: Hey, look! It's 5 days until my 2 year anniversary of writing for this piece of tra.... er... this wonderful work of American Literature. Remember way back on page 2, when I joined up using a blatant Space Quest rip-off? Those were the good old days. Anyway, I expect to have a surprise party thrown for me in 5 days. Get me all kinds of good stuff and remind me that my existance is worth it, and maybe I'll keep on writing here. After all, isn't it usually right after the 2 year anniversary that internet personalities retire...? It's up to you to prevent forest fires... I mean to prevent me from leaving. Really. I'm serious. In that "I'm mostly joking about leaving" sort of way . Still, it's nice to be reminded that you're at least somewhat important once in a while.........*

[This message has been edited by Antestarr (edited December 11, 2001).]

*TLTETH and TLTETW are still camped outside the glowing gates of the Perfect Level.*

TLTETH: God, those damned lazy writers are taking forever...

TLTETW: Patience. It's a quiet patch in the story.

TLTETH: Ahhh, you writers all stick up for each other...

*Suddenly, a hideous laugh reverberates throughout the dark night. Both TLTE's spring to their feet, hands grasping at their pistol holsters.*

TLTETH: What in the name of heeby-jeeby was that?

TLTETW: Either a moose with severe nasal congestion, or-

*OLTE/Darkside strides into view, flanked by a dozen LTE slaves in high-tech armour and guns almost as big as they are.*

OLTE/Darkside: Boys...how are we?

TLTETH: This is it! The moment of truth! On their side; a magnificent display of armour, weaponry and tactical know how. On ours; nothing and no one but you and-

*He turns, staring blankly at the LTE-shaped cloud of dust next to him.*

OLTE/Darkside: Find him! And as for you...

*OLTE/Darkside grabs TLTETH and lifts him above his head with one arm, with no effort.*

TLTETH: What...what are you going to do?

OLTE/Darkside: Well, your friends weren't fast enough, so as punishment, I'm going to set a bomb inside the Perfect Level, and raze it to the ground in an ironically un-perfect heap of rubble.

TLTETH: And...me?

OLTE/Darkside: Ah, you. You're about to become art, TLTETH. I'm posting a little warning here to make sure your comrades don't follow me to Switzerland...

*At that moment, OLTE/Darkside produces a wooden post, and a handful of nails. He glares at TLTETH, eyes flashing bright red.*

OLTE/Darkside: And you are the message.

*Ten minutes (and much agonised screaming) later, the gates of the Perfect Level are silent again, save the relentless ticking of destruction, deep inside the level...*

Note: Thought I'd punish you all for not hurrying up

(NSP: Pffft! You ask for so much Ante. A "thank you", honestly...*cough* I mean You HAVEN'T been writing for two years, Antestarr, for it has only been your first day...[/b]. Oh alright.

*Hands Antestarr some cheeze and crackers with two candles on it, which are lit.*

"Happy two year anniversery, you dark comedic, back-stabbing--er--I mean, wonderful, DEDICATED, happy happy writer you..."

*Hands Antestarr a card that says "Here's your bri--er, reward to continue writing". Inside is several dollar bills of a large sum.*

"Sorry I didn't get you the hookers like you asked...."
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*And TLTE, hehehehehehehe, funny stuff. MZZT, I could be wrong, but I believe your character was ALREADY with Geb, JorBo, etc. searching for the perfect level...oh well. Anywhos, with my re-newed connection to the internet, look to see some new and funny *use your imagination and humor me at least* posts in the near future.*)

~Geb

--Nope, my bad, I just thought you were MZZT. But my character and JorBo DID use ENDLEVEL to join with Cooked, Gettle, and Otter (actually, it was the booming voice, details details...). So yeah, someone write a thingy with Drazen and Ninja Kage 7.0, since I'm not familiar with it--thanks --

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited December 12, 2001).]

*A few minutes later TheOtter, Gebohq, JorBo, Cooked Haggis, Janitor Bob, The Last True Evil The Hero, MZZT, and Mr. T stand at the gleaming golden gates of the Perfect Level, having all finally gathered there. Beyond is a newly formed giant pile of rubble.*

JorBo: "Noooooo! My life-long quest is in vain! Noooooooooooo!"

Geb: "Wait - didn't you just start this quest like a few hours ago? And didn't -- Hey, look, it's Mr. T! What are you doing here?"

Mr. T: "Ahm lookin' for the Perfeck Level, foo'! Whadda you doin' here?"

Geb: "Well, I'm looking for the Perfect Level, is that like the Perfeck Level?"

Mr. T: "You makin' fun o' me, suckah?"

Geb: "Uh, no sir, not at all! No, I was just - uh - I'm sorry, I was out of line! Please don't hurt me!"

Mr. T: "Ah pity you, foo'. Now where's this here Perfeck Level?"

*Geb points out at devastated wreckage.*

Mr. T: "Oh, no! Someone's destroyed the Perfeck Level! Ah'm gonna make 'em pay! Ah pity the fool who done this!"

*Mr. T runs off into the distance.*

Cooked Haggis: "I say, that fellow was rather grammatically incorrect..."

TLTETH: "Hey, um, guys, any chance of getting some help off of this pole? It really hurts..."

Otter (looking at TLTETH): "Hey, there's something spraypainted here... 'Dun't fallow me too Switzer Land Pleeze. Thenk U. Darksyde.'"

Haggis: "I say, the fellow who wrote that had rather bad spelling..."

Janitor Bob (smacking forehead): "Holy Guacamole! I nearly forgot! All this wreckage and mess has greatly disturbed me! Must... Clean..."

MZZT (restraining J-Bob): "No, Bob! You must not give in to the need to clean! There's too much mess here! You'll kill yourself trying to clean it all up!"

Janitor Bob: "You're right. You're right. I must resist. What was I going to say? Oh yes... Switzerland! Darkside is using that massive army of TLTE clones to take over Switzerland and then the world! We must stop him!"
MZZT: "But the sign painted on that guy on the stick said we shouldn't..."

Janitor Bob: "Oh, right. Well, I guess we can all go home now."

TLTETH: "Wait! Are you going to let some incredibly powerful incarnation of the dark side of the Force who can't spell very well tell you what to do? Or are you going to stand up for your rights and save the world? Again?"

Geb: "He's right! Let's go save the world again! Follow me!"

*Geb runs off into the distance, followed by everyone else. Except TLTETH, who is still stuck on the pole.*

TLTETH: "Ow... The pain... Hello? Where did you go? Please come back! It hurts so much..."

What an intrigueing develpment, and so on. Will the world be saved? Or will our heroes triumph yet again? What an amazingly difficult question to answer. Yeah, right. Actually, come to think of it, in this story you never can tell if the heroes will win or not... Tune in next time, then!

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When the blind leadeth the blind.... get out of the way!

(NSP: Oh, right, that party thing so that Ante doesn't dissapear. All right, all right...

*Krig half-heartedly celebrates Ante's 2nd anniversary.*

Yay.)

(NSP: Oh well, so much for that sup-plot. I suppose it was sort of dragging on anywhos. Here's just a little something while other writers develop on NeS much better for me to get an idea. I just hope everyone else isn't doing the same thing... )

Meanwhile...

Losien and Mick McLongname meet up with Masetto and Lt. Randy, who meet up with Krig, Antestarr, Phantom Master, Semievil, and Maybechild.

Losien: Hiya all.

Mick: Wow, it's real convinient that the group of us are together now, eh?

Ante: Maybe, but I'm actually going to split and get involved with my secret plans.

PM: (in Japaneese accent) What secret plans?

Ante: If I told ya, they wouldn't be secret, would they?

Mase: Why am I here again? I'm missing a good episode of "The Young and the Restless"

Maybe: To save you from watching such trash.

Lt. Randy: And save the world!

Semievil: So people can watch trash on TV.

Lt. Randy: Perhaps we shouldn't save the world...

Krig: Krig thinks convinient group forgot including someone...Krig not sure. Ohh! Butterfly...

Now that half of the hereos are back together, will they convienently run into the other half to try and save the world from Darkside? CAN these saps save them from Darkside? What are Ante's secrets? Will JorBo be forever tormented from not knowing the perfect level? Will my hangover EVER go away...

Booming Voice: STAY TUNED, RIGHT HERE, ON THE NEVERENDING STORY THREAD!

Hey, that's my line!

Booming Voice: WELL MOVE OVER! IF I DIDN'T GET TO SEE WHAT THE PERFECT LEVEL IS, THEN I'LL AT LEAST BE THE NARRATOR!

*sigh* Deja vu, anyone?
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~Geb

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited December 12, 2001).]

NSP: Sorry, but I was just going through the old ISB, and I found this one that I posted for, and DAMN it's funny! Here it is, for posterity *it's only 9 posts long*

If you'd like the direct link, you can find it by clicking here:
Continue this one...

Feel free to also click here on Sith Hell, where Darkside played a serious role, and here on Control of the Force, a JK story I started writing for but never finished, and was hoping to make into a MotS level (JK wouldn't be able to handle it).


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~Geb

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited December 13, 2001).]

I return...muahahahahahah! er...yeah

Gettle: I WANT OUT!! I QUIT!! *walks through a secret wall into the unkown*

Haggis: *feined gasp of terror* Oh dear, where did my Gettle go!

*pokes head through wall*Gettle: I'M NOT YOUR DEAR!!!

*Haggis walks through the wall, but not before leaving a very not-so-obvios billboard that says: "DON'T WALK THROUGH THIS WALL"*

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*Gebohq and JorBo walk around Drazen and run into **The billboard**!!!!*

Gebohq: OOOoooohh! A billboard! 'Don't walk through this wall!'

JorBo: Doesn't that mean we should go through it just for the hell of it?

Gebohq: ...

*They walk through the wall...and meet Gettle and Haggis who are screaming in joy at the body of TLTETH*

*all together* YAY!!!!!!!

Gettle: Uhh...aren't we supposed to be terrified?

Gebohq: It's for the sick humor of the writer, so he and all the readers can laugh at this horribley disgusting...thing...

(NSP: Now I'll finish it ^.^)

Then all of a sudden, the doors to the perfect level open, and a hideous woman appears! she has blonde hair that looks like it went through a whirlwind and hippie clothes

Woman *in screechy voice*: I am the keyboarding teacher! Bow down before me and my precious pet! *Morris the kitty walks behind the Keyboarding Teacher, towering over the heroes*

Morris: I am Morris, the Super Editing Web Kitty!

Gebohq: Uh, we know

Morris: Silence, or I'll be forced to sacrifice you to power the ultimate machine...one that me and the teacher will use to take over the world!!

Gettle: *mutters*Oh boy, that's original *other heroes snigger at morris and the keyboarding teacher*

Keyboarding Teacher: What was that!

Gettle: Uhhmmm...I was just commenting on how great your hair was...

Morris: You shall be silent, or I'll be voilent

Keyboarding Teacher: Hey that's kinda catchy!

Morris: Of course it is, I created it moronic partner!

Keyboarding Teacher: Well excu-u-u-use ME! I ought to take you to the vet!

Morris: HAH! Ought is such an outdated word, you old windbag, and I should...*blah blah*

*While the two are arguing, the heroes sneak through to door into....The Perfect Level

*altogether* OOOOOOOOOOOOH


(NSP: Hehe, gotta leave you allhanging here, class is ending)

[This message has been edited by Gettleburger (edited December 14, 2001).]