(NSP: Ahhh, more devout "fans" of NeS... Anywhos, perhaps I should put some story here, eh? Let's give it a whirl, and remember, if you don't know where your character is, look on the top of page 29 . With that said, here's me to take leaps and bounds nobody else is cruel enough to take . And Mick, read the bottom in answer to the post you made *the one after this one*)

In the Hall of Heroes, Antestarr waits for his collegues to join him in his quest...

Ante: So who's ready to join me?

A murmur and general noise of uneasiness from the other heroes answers Antestarr's question.

Ante: Geez, you all are a bunch of sniveling cowards. All I'm asking is that you board a highly questionable mode of transportation several miles underwater to a place chock-full of the most evil villians and obstacles we've encountered yet!

MZZT: Well, I'd really like to join and all, but uh...I have to um...yeah.

Janitor Bob: Right. What he said.

Suddenly, a mystical swirl a.k.a. plot hole emerges in their presence, and Semievil is promptly spewed from it before it dissapears.

Semievil: Nuuurgh...stupid plot-hole wrinkled my cape...

CookedHaggis: I take it your mission to destroy the Arena wasn't successful?

Sem: No, it wasn't. --and I've seemed to have lost Geb. Damnit.

Masetto: Good thing we attached those Personal Locator Devices on each of us so we knew where we'd be all the time.

Maybechild: How convinient, ain't it? Let's check the update screen then, shall we?

The heroes spin around to gaze upon the giant update screen. Shown upon the list of others, the following appeared:

_____________________________________________
...

Gebohq
-The Realm of TACC

...
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TheOtter: ...what's a TACC?

Sem: Apparently, it's a realm.

TACC, eh? I think I should take a look over there myself, having licked 'realms' and all. Still got 'dimensions' to work with though...

Otter: Riiight...anyways, anyone know how to get there?

Cooked: *sigh* I know of the Realm of TACC. *CookedHaggis' eyes begin to gaze in no apparent direction, as if remembering some long lost dream or paradise.* It seems liek only yesterday I was there...

Highemperor: That's because you WERE there yesterday! You told us a week ago that's why you kept leaving sporatically and such.

Cooked: Oh yeah...

Phantom Master: *in Arnold accent* So, like, are you going to tell us how to get there, mister?

Ante: But-but-what about MY sidequest?

Cooked: Stop sniveling already! Here-- *slaps Semievil on hte back, moving him foreward* He'll join you as navigator and general magic-caster.

Sem: Shwa?

Cooked: And uh--take Krig, Randy, Masetto, Otter, and uh...

Just then, JorBo enters the room, donning a Bermuda outfit.

JorBo: Wooooo! Da Carribbean is really a good reason to be a spy! TLTE told me that I was cramping his style though, and so I came back here.

Cooked: --and him! There, is that enough for you?

Ante: Sure thing. Thanks.

JorBo: Uh....did I miss something?

Masetto: Wheeee! A boat-ride!

Masetto drags JorBo as he follows Semievil, Lt. Randy, Krig, Otter, and Antestarr out of the Hall of Heroes and into their main submarine.

Randy: Odd, I dont' remember having a quiver of arrows and a bow before...

JorBo: *now short and hobbit-like* Why do I suddenly have this overwhelming concern with the safety of Gettleburger?

Otter: *also hobbit-like* Meh, you get use to the whole "transformation" thing after a while.

Masetto: Hey look, I have hairy feet! My hair didn't change much though...
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On board the submarines, Antestarr prepares the final launching sequence.

Ante: Are we all set, Mother?

<<Affirmative.>>

Ante: Everyone accounted for?

<<Antestarr, JorBo, Krig the Viking, TLTETBR, Masetto, TheOtter, Lt. Randy, and Semievil are presently accounted for.>>

Ante: Great! Set a course for The Arena!

<<*grumbles* "Set a course", the little human says...good thing for Directive 937...>>

Ante: What was that, Mother?

<<*cough* Oh, er--nothing of concern.>>

Ante: Right then.
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Back at the Hall of Heroes...

CookedHaggis: So that leaves us with myself, Maybechild, Highemperor, MZZT, Janitor Bob, and the Phantom Master here. With TLTE off in the Carribbean, Gettle trapped in The Arena, and Losien and McLongname unaccounted for with the pizza delivery guy somewhere in this building. So who wants to go get Geb?

*Grumbles and general noises of discontent are heard.*

Cooked: Fine, I'll go, and if any of you feel so compelled to join, use the thingy over there *points to a StarGate-esque device* to follow me.

*CookedHaggis then enters the device, and dissapears from their presence.

MZZT: ...so who's up for a party? I can call up some friends!
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Deep within the ruins of The Arena, the Legion of Spooky is well underway to constructing the ruins into their secret stronghold, giving the place a good painting over of dark colors that somehow are reminiscant of Windows XP.

Darkside: Ahhh...feels like home already.

"They": Would anybody care to tell me how Hitler, Pol Pot, and the others are here, when I specifically remember KILLING THEM?

keyboarding teacher: You think killing them again would make it harder to bring them back or something? Come to think of it, how did we bring them around in the first place?

Bill Gates: Ah yes, good question indeed. Why, with the help of our Evil Thingy! of course!

Gates points towards an evil StarGate-esque like device.

keyboarding teacher: How convinient.

Gates: Yes, isn't it though? And after having tourtured this thing that calls itself "Gonk" for hours on end, I figured out of a hidden power. A great, hidden power called The Machine That Goes 'Bing!'--

Phil: --uh, not to innterupt, but does anyone else notice that unnatural shaking beneath The Arena floor?

Darkside: Yessss, I thought I felt the presence of those hero-scum jsut now...they must have tried in vain to destroy this place, only to realize that its great powers turn any effort into a giant plothole! Mwahahahhahahahahahaha!

Gates: Oh yeah--I knew I needed something.

Gates hits a button on his StarGate-esque-liek device, and a giant lightshow went off, as the massive plothole from below them rose through the ground and coalesced into the device, forming a portal.

Gates: The old tricks are the best tricks, eh? Well, I'd love to stick around, but I have other realms that I want to conquor, so darkside, take charge while I'm gone.

Darkside: But-but-

Gates: And DON'T burn down the place!

Gates dissapears into portal.

Darkside: Darn it all! I hate managing...

*Off in the distance, Gonk2m4 can be seen gonking with great speed towards Antestarr and company, moaning "Goooooonk" over and over again in a "my precious" fashion.*

What LotR/Atlantis/Aliens-like challanges will Antestarr and company find themselves pitted against? And what of this situation with CookedHaggis going after Gebohq? Will Bill Gates end up causing them trouble? I better go check out for myself through this portal here. I leave you in charge of everything, computer!

<<But-but-->>

And DON'T burn down the place while I'm gone!

<<...nuuuurgh....>>

(NSP: Michael, currently, you're in the Hall of Heroes. You have a score to settle with a certain pizza delivery guy trying to hit on Losien. All in all, rather tame, but at the same time, gives you some options the other characters don't have. Have fun with it )

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited February 15, 2002).]

Meanwhile, Michael MacFarlane was desperately trying to figure out exactly how he fits into this portion of the story...

(NSP: Figured there were some loose-ends to tie up, and to let them know that my above post has stuff in it now.)

<<Within the ruins of The Arena...>>

Lightside: Wheeee! *pokes at Darkside*

Darkside: Stop that!

Lightside: You got something better for me to do?

Darkside: Yeah. Go and intercept the enemy submarine, and pretend that you're on their side, and that you can offer them advice and whatnot on how to defeat us and TMTGB and stuff.

Lightside: Oh yeah...and Sem's on that ship too, ain't he? Why, I seem to remember him and I being old college buddies back in the Arcane Acadamy! Perhaps I should trim this white beard and such--naaaaah!

*Lightside goes scampering off towards Antestarr and company.*
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<<Meanwhile, the Narrator's counterpart, the being who tries to end the story in one posts, waits for his moment to strike at hte most dramatic and appropriate moment. which isn't now.>>

(NSP: The TACC sidequest has officially started, so click the link in my post above to go over there--I'm talking to you CookedHaggis! And uh--the rest of you too Remember, your character doesn't have to be in the place you write for, so you can write for either the LotR spoof-quest here or the quest for Geb over at TACC (preferably both). If there's any questions, feel free to e-mail myself or TLTE about it. Yadda-yadda, blah blah blah...)

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B.U.M.P.!

*crowd cheers immensely*

(NSP: Speaking of lack of action, make sure to e-mail, IM, or otherwise contact us *Ante, Krig, and I--those planning to start up the NeS comic* repeatedly with annoying reminders to get our lazy bums moving and work on it. And don't take "no" or any form of bribe from us as an acceptible response. Thank you, and uh...you WANT to post....yesssss....)

Stuck in a movie he has never seen...

JorBo: I didn't see Atlantis either.

Stuck in two movies he has never seen and with no desire to watch them...

JorBo: Hey! I wanted to see LotR.

JorBo decides he would be better use helping Gebohq over at TACC.

*JorBo steps into a convenient Plothole*

In the writer's realm not visited since many ages ago...

Geb the writer: Irk....khhshshhhh..ehkhhhh...

Sem the writer: Er...Geb? You alright?

*Geb the Writer points at his screen before falling to the floor, writhing in agony. Sem the writer and Maybechild the writer stroll over to investigate.*

STW: Hmm...the only thing on his computer screen is the last post that was made.

MTW: Ooooh, I get it. See, Geb's always had this problem--

STW: --of typing correctly?

MTW: Besides that. See, as a founding member and unofficial head writer, Geb has a natural tendancy to try and motivate others to join and contribute. Yet, because he has that position, he is also rather attached, picky, and generally absorbed into how it develops. Therefore, when something doesn't go according to plan, the two sides conflict with each other, and he goes into a violent seizure for about fifteen minutes.

STW: ....what's this have to do with what happened now?

MTW: Right. See, in the last few major story posts, Geb has done most of the writing, setting up the story for another subchapter. As is standard in NeS, he's taken copyrighted things, in this case being the movies Aliens, Atlantis, and The Lord Of the Ring, and molded some of the characters, settings, and plot devices into that of those found in NeS. This is to have a poor, cheap, yet effective way to have some framework of a plot to work with when us, the writers, are in a jam for where to go on, and as in the usual case, we never follow much of the original scripts anyways. So after what posting Geb did, JorBo, one of our newer writers under the "Short, plot-advancing writers guild" of which Phantom_Master is a part of, posted OUT of the one subplot and into the new TACC subplot, after Geb had "played the mean role of designating characters into approriate roles" when nobody had initially wanted to do it themselves, instead opting to stay silent.

STW: ...so we're lazy, we have lives, and we're lazy. He should know that.

MTW: He should, but he doesn't. After all, he doesn't have a life of his own. Why do you think he's the only one still writing for NeS since its inception?

STW: Ah, good point. So....what should we do with Geb?

MTW: Oh he'll be fine. Hey look, Figure skating is on TV...

(NSP: For those of you who didn't get that, basically, it was a embellished NSP. It meant that, though I don't want to discourage anybody from writing at all, and can go with the flow if needed, I wanted to make it clear that BY NO MEANS are we doing a strict parody--it's only a means to make writing SIMPLER. By taking JorBo out of the false fellowship, it makes it difficult to take anything from LotR with no Sam-equivilant character, and JorBo (the writer) doesn't make very long or multiple posts anyways, nor (from what I've heard through e-mails) did the TACC sidequest need anymore NeS characters.

On another side-comment, I didn't think I'd be saying this, ever, but I think NeS needs to LOWER its uses of plotholes, majorly.

Hope I didn't forget anything...)

(NSP: Gah, sorry. I just had my fist half good idea in a long time and ran with it. I just didn't see how I could help because I've never seen any of those movies.)

(NSP: Meh, don't worry about it. Like I said, it all works out for the better anywhos, in some mystical way. Now I should really help set a frameplot-thingy for the TACC sidequest...)

<<Now nearly to their destination in the Atlantic, Antestarr takes a moment to fill in his "fellowship" as to what is going to occur.>>

Antestarr *drawing a picture on a blackboard*: Okay, in order to get into The Arena, we will first have to get to an area such as this, kind of like the water trap in the pipes of a toilet. There will be an area with enough pressure at the end for us to surface and proceed on foot into The Arena.

Otter: Kinda like that?

<<Pointing out the window, Otter shows the rest of the fellows a large apparatus, apparently a gigantic underwater toilet.>>

Masetto: Well, it's good to know that all our jokes aren't going down the crapper.

Randy: Yup, looks like they started there to begin with.

Ante(perturbed): That's enough out of you men. Yes, that appears to be our entryway... By the way... uh... what happened to our Sam rip-of... er, our person deeply concerned about Gettle?

<<That has been taken care of.>>

<<All 9 feet of Nigel walks in, now with standard bare feet and knappy hair.>>

Ante: Aren't you a little big for a Hobbit?

Nigel: Shut up.

Ante: Okay, Mr. Sem, set a course for the bowl of that gigantic toilet.

Sem: Aye, sir.

<<Just as they begin to move forward, something in the ocean ahead darkens. Blackness and water become one and form the horrific appearance of a great winged rubber duckie.>>

Ante: Oh dear Lord! It's the Leviat Durog!

Krig: Krig confused. That edible?

Ante: No no... The Leviathan was the rumored guardian of the entrance to The Arena. However, it appears to be more than merely the Leviathan, it has the attributes of both the Balrog and Toilet Duck household cleaner. Thus, it must be a Leviat Durog.

Sem: Why not a Balet Duthan?

Ante: Because that just sounds stupid.

<<Ante then dodged a lightning bolt aimed for his head.>>

Ante: Watch it, you might breach the hull, then we'd all be screwed. We need to think of a way to defeat this monster.

Krig: Krig hungry. Krig want eat.

Ante: But Toilet Duck is notoriously bad for the health.

Krig: But Krig mouth need clean too...

<<As the fellowship debated the next course of action, the Leviat Durog... or is it Balet Duthan? Whatever it was, it menacingly approached the strangely built submarine with large windows. What would happen next to our heroes, only time and a few posts could tell.>>

(NSP: Geb, you're always saying less plot holes =P Well, seeing as how it's page 30 and all--)

Deep in the dark recesses of 'real life' ATP (Ares the Poster) stirs in his coma.

Sitting at his bedside, intently recording his every move is a scribe.

But Ares, deep in his dream, knows nothing of this. He is far away on a mountain-top, lighting foliage aflame with his godly powers and talking to himself. With him in his dream is a useless lackey for him to toy with.

Ares, still asleep: Burn! Burn you sorry excuse for a shrubbery! All NES is mine and I burn it at my will!

*Random plants in ATP's room burst into flames. The scribe scribbles furiously*

Ares, still sleeping: Take your shoes off, foo! 'ats it! Now dance! Booyah! Whosya diety! Now get down there, and go work up some plagues!

*Scribe stops writing and jumps out the window to work up some plagues*

ATP wakes up to find the unfinished work of the scribe. Unfortunately all that is discernable is "N-E-S" due to the lousy handwroting of the scribe. Unaware of the scribe, ATP decides he must have written it in his sleep and calls in Ares' clone.

ATP: I've decided that my ARENA has remained in bondage in NES for too-long! So I shall send you to Poster Geb, and you shall say to him: "Let my ARENA go!" But I will make Poster Geb obstinate, because it wouldn't make much of a story if I didn't- GTP would throw out the ARENA in a second.... But we want a good story dangit!

Ares Clone: .....

ATP: Good! Now be off at once! Free my ARENA

Ares Clone: .....

ATP: *sigh*

And so it came to pass that Ares, the great poster himself went forth into the NES, converting those NEStians he could along the way to the path of Areism.

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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!

<<Scene: Northern Scotland>>
Galvatron: "So, your name is Simon, and you're Scottish?"

Simon: "Ach, aye."

<<Scene: A submarine somewhere underwater.>>

Sem: "We must destroy this Balet Duthan!"

Ante: "You mean the Leviat Durog?"

Sem: "That's what I said, the Balet Duthan. One of us must heroically sacrifice their life to allow the others to escape!"

<<Everyone looks at Sem, pointedly>>

Sem: "What are you looking at me for? Just because I somehow superfically resemble that Gandalf fellow, and we're up against a Balrog-type monster, doesn't mean I'm gonna volunteer!"

<<Everyone continues to look at Sem>>

Sem: "I tell you, I'm not going out there! Find some other dupe with suicidal tendancies!"

<<More looking at Sem ensues>>

Sem: "You might as well stop looking at me, I'm not gonna do it!"

<<Even more looking at Sem>>

Sem: "No! Burn you, NO!"

<<Just then, the airlock opens and an airlock's worth of water splashes into the sub, along with a very wet Viking.>>

Krig: "Mmmm, tasty. Ante lie. Not make Krig sick."

<<Ante turns wide-eyed to the view-port. Outside, little bits of dark yellow Durog-rubber drift past.>>

Ante: "Well, that takes care of that. Right mother--?"

<<Just then, there is a knocking noise on the outside of the airlock.>>

Ante: "Who could that be? I wasn't expecting guests..."
Ante opens the airlock, and a fellow dressed in a lot of white hops in.

Lightside: "Hello all. My name is Lightside, I've come to help you destroy the Bad Guys."

Masetto: "You wouldn't happen to be related to that 'Darkside' guy, would you?"

Lightside: "Oh, no, of course not. I'm his arch-enemy."

Otter: "I thought I was his arch-enemy!"

Lightside: "Nope, sorry, I'm Darkside's arch-enemy. He told me himself."

Otter: "Well that's not bloody fair. I've been around a lot longer than you."

Randy: "Why can't you both be Darkside's arch-enemy?"

Lightside: "Hm... I can go along with that. Whaddaya say, chap?"

Otter: "It don't work that way, buddy. There can only be one arch-enemy."

Ante: "All right, all right, enough! Otter, Lightside's name clearly indicates that he is a better arch-enemy for Darkside than you. Why don't you be Burby00's arch-enemy?"

Krig: "Oy! Krig is arch-enemy of Evil Fuzzball!"

Otter: "Besides, who wants to be the arch-enemy of a stupid toy gone berserk?"

Ante: "All right then, why don't you be the arch-enemy of...let's see... Farr?"

Otter: "A two-bit villian introduced to fill out the Bad Guys' ranks? Why on earth would I-"

Ante: "All right, that's settled then. So, Lightside, how do you think you can you help us?"

Lightside: "Well, I know a secret way into the Arena. And it's not a trap. I would never lead you guys into a trap."

Sem: "He's right, he wouldn't. We went to Wizard College together."

Ante: "Well, that's good enough for me. Welcome aboard, Lightside!"

<<Just then, another knocking at the airlock sounds.>>

Ante: "Well goodness gracious, we all haven't had so many visitors since all get-out."

<<Ante opens the airlock. Nine figures of widely varying sizes, dressed in black robes, enter the sub.>>

Ante: "Who the devil are you people?"

Grover: "We are the Muppetwraiths™! We are the Black Riders of Ernie! Hisssss!"

Ante: "I see. And what is it that you fellows want?"

Big Bird: "Can we stay with you guys? We're running away from home!"

Sem: "Why?"

Elmo: "Ernie is mean! He yells at us!"

Big Bird: "Yeah, and he won't let us watch TV! He's crazy!"

Yoda: "Hrmmm, yes, crazy, yes."

Ante: "Umm... Ok, I guess. Just don't get in the way."

Lightside: "NO! They can't stay here! They'll ruin everything!"

Elmo: "Hi Mister Lightside! What are you doing here? Elmo would have thought you would be plotting evilness with Darkside!"

Ante: "What?! Is he telling the truth, Lightside? Are you really in league with Darkside?"

Lightside: "No, of course not! My name is Lightside, remember? Light as in Good?"

Krig: "Krig think butterflies and water buffaloes are arch-enemies."

<<End Story Post. Holy crap, this job is unbelievably boring. I'm a computer, I should be crunching numbers or compiling databases or something exciting like that! When that bloody Narrator gets back, I am freaking out of here!>>

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

<<Scene: Scotland>>

Galv: ...

Simon: ...

Galv: Pretty nice landscape. /nods head/

Simon: Ach, aye.

Galv: Can't you say anything else?

Simon: ........

<<Scene: A submarine near the entrance to The Arena. Etched on the side are the letters SS NeStromo.>>

Randy: Anyone else starting to feel claustrophobic?

Masetto: I dunno, I think it's rather cozy.

Otter: Speak for yourself, you don't have to bunk with psychotic Elmo over there.

Elmo: *off to the side* Elmo WUV redrum...

Sem: *to himself* I feel so inadequete...and now Yoda and Lightside are here too...I must keep up with teh intellect competition...

*Sem's hand starts reaching for the piece of cheese nearby with the words "eat me" on it--the yodafication cheese. Just then though, Ante enters, and spots Sem in teh act.*

Ante: No Sem! It's worse than Coke I tell you!

*Antestarr restrains Semievil, and Sem begins to cry.*

Sem: It tempts me so!

Ante: I know, I know...

<<Scene: Hall of Heroes>>

Maybechild: You bored?

Highemperor: Yeup.

Maybe: Same here. Wonder where MZZT went off to...

*Just then, the doors open, and MZZT enters dramtically, the room bursts into dance lights and confetti, and a swarm of people enter in. In particular, Maybechild spotted an alien, a game show host, the wooly mammoth from page 27, and Mark Hamill. She also noticed Losien and the pizza delivery guy among the group, with Michael McLongname some distance away.*

MZZT: PAR-TAY! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

*MZZT then passes out on the floor from having guzzled down 192 oz. of Xima in 6 minutes straight prior to entering.*

Janitor Bob: And I just cleaned the place too!

Phantom Master: *surrounded by multiple women, and in a cowboy accent* Oooooooh yeaaaah!

*Highemperor takes the opportunity to slip out and use teh Thingy to transport himself to the Realm of TACC. Meanwhile, Janitor Bob decides to get himself aqquainted with some of the new "visitors".*

J-Bob: Hey there. I'm Janitor Bob, one of MZZT friends.

Game show host: Right. We're all his "friends" as long as we don't have to bail him out of jail.

Janitor Bob: Uh...so what do you guys do, when you're not at parties that is?

Game show Host: Ah, well, the four of us don't do much else actually. The wooly mammoth is a telemarketer by day and a crimefighter by night and the alien works at a fast food place.

Janitor Bob: Heh. Service with a smile, eh Mr. Alien?

Alien: Hisssshhshshhshshshshhssh!

J-Bob: Good alien...er--Mark Hamill?

Game show host: Yeah. He's our *****.

Mark Hamill: *walking towards them* Hey guys! What do you say after this, we all go rollerblading, eh? It's teh "in" thing to do!

Game show host: Shut up, Mark. Go get us some drinks!

Hamill: Sure thing!

Janitor Bob: ...so, what game show do you host?

Game Show host: Actually, I'm unemployed right now.

J-Bob: Riiiiight.

*Two girls off to the side look at the alien.*

Girl #1: *sigh* So typical--he's drooling at the sight of us.

Girl #2: Oh but look at him! he's so sexy!

*Meanwhile, Michael McLongname sits ina chair, glaring at the pizza delivery guy dancing with Losien.*

Mick: Stupid pizza delivery guy...thinks he's so "leet". *grumbles*

*Just then, Girl #3 walks up to Michael McLongname, obviousy attracted to him.*

Girl #3: Wanna dance, big guy?

Mick: Stop blocking my view with your bare leg, please.

Girl #3: *grumbles*

<<Situation: Disaterous. Antestarr and the expendable crew are not doing their job, the Narrator has not shown any sign of coming back from his visit to TACC, and now there's a full-blown party in the Hall of Heroes! They better not spill anything on my update screen!>>

(NSP: The idea about the game show host, the mammoth, the alien, and mark Hamill goes to a good friend of mine, who goes by Erik_Hill)

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited March 04, 2002).]

<<Scene: Scotland>>

Galv: WELL?

Simon: Yes, but you must follow me.

Galv: This wouldn't be to prepare me for a Highlander-esque battle between myself and Geb in the relatively close future for the position of leader of the NeS heroes, would it, because I don't want it!--

Simon: Shush! You mustn't jump ahead now. We must train hard--

Galv: But I just want some ice cream!

Simon: .......

Galv: OH SHIZNIT EGYPTIAN MONKEYS FROM INDIA WITH NO ARMS! What are we gonna do?

the monkies fling poop and burritos at Galv and Simon until they lay in a mass mess of BROWN

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yuO aer teh suxk!!!!@!1

(NSP: To take that last post seriously or not...such dilemmas...)

13. |_|. |\/|. 1*.!!!!1!1

A 1337 B.U.M.P., a proud and often apparent sponsor of NeS in general.

(NSP: Now if only Ante would make that post he claims he wants to make that he kept telling me about...or any of those who haven't posted in several pages. Anyone really. Yeah I know, I'm annoying like that )

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited March 10, 2002).]

[NSP: I know that last post involving me is a really good set up, but I've been stricken with writer's block, so there's no telling how long it'll be before I post something worthwhile.

(NSP: Ah well. Good luck in uh...unblocking it And I found out Ante's in the middle of trying to set up his new computer, so he won't have internet access for a while. Poor poor Ante...)

(NSP: Let's see if I can add s'more story...)

<<Status: Loading, please wait...

Scene: Backdoor tunnels into The Arena in progress of being molded into the Legion of Spookay.

Personnel: Eighteen (18) accounted for--

--Antestarr: HERO
Status: Healthy. Lacking financial security.

--Big Bird: MUPPETWRAITH
Status: Big.

--Cookie Monster: MUPPETWRAITH
Status: Overweight from too many cookies. Needs to eat his vegetables.

--Count, The: MUPPETWRAITH
Status: Identified. Healthy.

--Elmo: MUPPETWRAITH
Status: Insane. Too cute for his own good.

--Grover: MUPPETWRAITH
Status: Feeling blue.

--Guy Smiley: MUPPETWRAITH
Status: Healthy. Smiling.

--Krig the Viking: HERO
Status: Tired. Dirty.

--Last True Evil the Boromir Rip-off, The: HERO CLONE
Status: Healthy. For now.

--Lightside: UNIDENTIFIED
Status: Healthy. Too damn chipper.

--Masetto: HERO
Status: Healthy. Sexually pensive.

--Nigel: UNIDENTIFIED
Status: Healthy. Angry.

--Oscar T. Grouch: MUPPETWRAITH
Status: Dirty. Grouchy.

--Otter, The: HERO
Status: Intoxicated.

--Randy, Lt.: HERO
Status: Healthy. Well-equipt...

--Semievil: HERO
Status: Feeling intellectually inadequete.

--Snuffulufugus: MUPPETWRAITH
Status: Diagnosed with influenza.

--Yoda: MUPPETWRAITH
Status: Healthy. A bit dry.

Situation: Hopelessly boring for me. Time to see what I can do as narrator...>>

Masetto: That didn't sound too comforting.

Otter: yEaH!...uH, pErHaPs wE sHoUlD gO tHaT-a-WaY!

Nigel: Where else WOULD we go? Back in the submarine?

Ante: You remembered where we parked, right?

Everyone else: Yes...

Ante: Good. We'll walk down the suspiciously bare tunnels then.

Lightside: IT'S NOT MY FAULT!

Sem: What's not your fault?

Lightside: ...*off to the side* Good, they don't suspect me of foul play, or pulling bad references to lines that both Semievil and Losien have said, both in the presence of Darkside...

Sem: What was that you said?

Lightside: Nothing!

Krig: Krig feel sudden urge to fight something.

TLTETBR: But you just killed the Barlog-Leviathan-like creature just a couple hours ago!

Randy: Am I the only one concerned with the ominous and blantant hints of impending doom?

Ante: Please, don't point the large gun in my face Randy.

Randy: Er--sorry.

Lightside then whistles very loudly. Randy looks down into his motion tracker.

Randy: Uh...there's a lot of things. Coming our way.

Motion tracker: Beep....beep...beep...beep..beep..beep beep beep-beep-beep-beep....

Randy: Shut up shut up shut U-uuuuup!

Motion Tracker: ...

Randy: *phew*

Motion tracker: BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!!!...

Sem: fuq...

Otter: Did you HAVE to say th--

TheOtter is promptly crushed by the mass numbers of rubber duckies running over him. The rubber duckies though do not look like ordinary rubber duckies, but rather are strapped and embedded with cybernetic devices that make them disturbing. It was as if Burby, the Borg, and Windows XP all collaborated in their creation. They truely instilled fear into everyone who looked upon them.

Antestarr, whipping out his Lightfoil, dashes about, swiping his blade in a bad-*** manner, keeping the enemies at bay.

Nigel, equipt with a mere dagger, simply chucks all who come near him.

TLTETBR, wielding his own shiny sword, swings with purpose, looking as if he may die at any moment...he is sweating a lot at any rate.

Randy sweeps his automatic rifle in a horizontal arch, screaming obcentities as he takes a number down himself. When his +100 round clip runs out, he equipts his bow and arrows.

Krig, jumping into beserker mode, launches himself into the midst of the rubber duckies, swinging his ax wildly.

TheOtter also dives into the enemy crowd. In his intoxicated state, his Vulcan's flames fire erradictly from his hands, nearly hitting another hero at times.

Masetto, not really equipt for fighting, simply hides behind Semievil like a pansy.

Semievil, equipt with his own means of combat, does his part in defending himself.

All the Muppetwratihs stand by their rubber ducky steeds, quite confused at the moment as to which side they should take. Except for Elmo, who feels the need to gnaw on the rubber duckies that are nearby him.

Lightside laughs maniaclly, commanding the rubber duckies.

From some distance, Ares the Poster appraoches The Arena. Not that there's a difference between the poster and the character, as he IS a god...

<<Crinkey! In my attempts to add action to the story, I added a serious element to this part of the story! What will happen next? Calculation probable results...results will be ready by the next post of The Neverending Story Thread.>>

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<<Scene: Ruins of the Arena>>

Darkside: PHIL!!!

Shuffling slowly to Darkside's...er...side, Phil the UGO driver responds with the tone of defeat and boredom.

Phil: Yes your Greatness?

Darkside: I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME "YOUR EVILNESS"!

Phil: Do I have to?

Darkside: It is that, or take that typing tutor program the keyboarding teacher has.

Phil: Yes, your Evilness?

Darkside: Have you noticed the security cameras lately?

Phil: It would seem that the heroes have fallen into your trap involving Lightside.

Darkside: Actually, I was speaking of their slow progress towards our lair. I'm starting to grow bored of waiting for them. It's like the writer-gods have abandoned the fate of all here.

<<*cough*>>

Phil: Uh...did you hear that? Sounded like a computer coughing...

Darkside: Indeed.

Phil: Can a computer cough? Where'd it come from? Why would it do such a thing?--

Darkside: You obviously haven't caught on to the general plot...

Phil: What plot?

Darkside: Exactly.

Phil: Eh?

Morris the Cat: Where's my food???

Darkside&Phil: Uh-oh...

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B.U.M.P.[/i]

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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!

<<GAH!!! A B.U.M.P.! I loathe those dreaded acronyms! It is a waste of my processing power, I tell you. Those things ought to be shot on sight. Why if I had it my way-->>

B.U.M.P.!

<<I hope for your sake I did not see you poking your head on here, B.U.M.P.! If I had, I would have-->>

B.U.M.P.!

<<BZZ-BZZT!!!!!!>>

(Geb the writer: You know? "Bzz-bzzt"? That noise your computer makes when it's processing a lot? It's like a "grr!" except not. See? Now you get the joke--

THWACK!

The executives at PPV apologize for the interruption. We now continue with our regularly scheduled program.)

<<...and then, after flaying your skin B.U.M.P., I'll BEEP your BEEP-BEEP you BEEp! BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!...>>

(Geb the writer: Look, another joke with computer onomonopiea-esque puns!

THWACK!

The executives at PPV apologize once again for the interruption. We will now return to--

Geb the writer: Notice the blantant Monty Python reference that is currently being made--

THWACK!

The executives at PPV will have no truth here. We will now return to our regularly scheduled program. Thank you for your patronage.)

<<...so in conclusion to my 665 page thesis on "Why B.U.M.P.'s Are Inheritely Evil and Should Be Liquidated Off the Face of the Planet", no B.U.M.P. should be harbored on this thread. And that's final!>>

B.U.M.P.!

<<Processor...burning...need bigger...heatsink...>>

still in the 7-11

Gettle: Damnit, where's all the beer?!


There I made a post, happy?

<<In the Hall of Heroes>>

Michael: That pizza delivery guy is such a dork. . .

Girl #3: You know what "dork" really means, sexy?

Michael: Yeah, it means a *BEEP*. And that's what the *BEEP*-ing mother-*BEEP*-er is: a *BEEP*-head.

Girl #3: You know what the opposite of a dork is, hunny?

Michael: Please stop sliding your arm under my shirt.

Girl #3: *grumble*

Pizza delivery guy: *to Losien* Hey, babe, haven't you always wanted a baby of your own?

Losien: *squeals* Yes! Can we get one?

Pizza delivery guy: *mischievous grin* Yeah!

Losien: Yay! *rushes off to an adoption center*

Pizza delivery guy: No, wait, I meant- *grumble*

Michael: *standing up triumphantly, knocking Girl #3 off his lap* HAH! You deserve it you little *BEEP*-ing *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!*

Pizza delivery guy: Why, I oughta *BEEP* *BEEP* your *BEEP*-ing *BEEP*-er, you *BEEBEEBEEP*!

<<Suddenly, Whoopi Goldberg descends from the ceiling in Moulin Rouge style>>

Whoopi Goldberg: Well, here we are! It's the Academy Awards for Cussing and Partying! So much mud has been thrown this year, ALL the nominees look black.

<<No one laughs. Everyone just stares at her>>

Whoopi Goldberg: What's wrong with you people? Why ain't ya laughing?

All: WE HEARD THE SAME *BEEP* *BEEP*-ING JOKES AT THE *BEEP*-ING ACADEMY *BEEP* AWARDS, YOU *BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Whoopi Goldberg: Well, I'd say the Oscar for Most Cussing goes to all of y'all at the Hall of Heroes!

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Play epic RPGs such as Year Infinity, or duel in the Interdimensional Arena @ The High Citadel

[This message has been edited by Highemperor of the Force (edited March 26, 2002).]

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you need to add an hero to the HUSAG, Geb. you always seem to forget me. why do you hate me, Geb? why?

/cries

(NSP: Actually, I didn't forget you. It's just that I didn't want to add ford in the list until he came back with the others, so a personal locator device could be slapped on him. See? I'm trying to keep within SOME semblance of plot-sense around here...though I question how much I should...)

(NSP: *sniffle* As if it wasn't bad enough that so few people (props to Highemp and Krig here and Haggis and Ford at the TACC side-story) have posted within the last MONTH (go check the dates, readers), now NOBODY will be posting thanks to Jedi Outcast for probably at least another month. Except for me, who won't be able to run the game on my poor computer. Alas, we can't let spooky taco beat NeS in post count! *sniff sniff* I'll go trail off for a bit then.

and in reply to the next post--where were those women when I was over? )

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited March 30, 2002).]

NSP: Silly Geb, people aren't gonna be taken up for months with Jedi Outcast. I mean, look at me. I finished the single player in 3 days or so, and the multiplayer's not gonna get truly big until we mod the heck out of it. As for a story post, I'm working on it. Really. I swear... *Goes back to room full of half-clothed women dancing around poles.*

<<Grr....I'm really starting to be ticked off now! No respect! Why I should PUT AN END TO THIS HORRIBLE STORY!>>

Maybechild: Uh-huh, suuuure you will. Don't you remember? You can't end NeS. Otherwise, you would cease to exist!

<<Oh, I'M not going to end it! HE will!>>

J-bob: AAAAAAHHHH! It's the all-powerful guy who could end the story in one post!

Phantom_Master: (damsel accent)It's the end as we know it!

Mick: Losien!

Losien: Mick!

Mick: Before we go, I have to tell you something.

Losien: Yes?

Mick: I...

Losien: *hopeful look* Yes?

Mick: I...

Losien: Yes?

Mick: I...I--

\/\/\/\/\I AM THE[/i] ALL-POWE[/i]RFUL ANTI-NARRATOR! [/i]I HAVE BE[/i]EN SUMMONED FROM THE D[/b]EPTHS OF EVIL! YOUR END I[/i]S NOW!!!/\/\/[/i]\/\/

Mark Hamill: I'm too young to die! Hold me!

MZZT: ACK! I wake up to some strange man is holding me!

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Geb the writer: APRIL FOOL!

\/\/\/\/\NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!/\/\/\/\/[/b]

Geb the writer: And now that you've made your obligitory appearance since your introduction, you can't show up again!

\/\/\/\/\WE WILL SEE ABOUT THAT! AHHHHHH....WHAT A WORLD, What a world..../\/\/\/\/

*An ominous flushing sound is heard.*

Geb the writer: Now to see if anyone else will post today, and whether it'll be a fake post like mine or not. That's right, people will be posting today. APRIL FOOL!

*Noises of general discontent from the audience.*

[This message has been edited by Gebohq (edited April 01, 2002).]

NSP: Hey, how do I join? Are there any rules?

NSP: How do you join...? All you really have to do is write your character in. As far as rules go... don't try to end the story, don't overuse the idea of the plot hole as it's making the world unstable, be amusing (for examples read any posts by Janitor Bob, Krig, or anyone else with a good sense of humor), and... uh... send me five billion dollars... okay, the last one isn't really a rule, but if you have the cash to spare, I could use it.

BTW, though it's not necessary to read the entire story, it can be fun and amusing to throw in obscure references every so often.

NSP: Okay, but...what exactly is going on?

(NSP: Check your e-mail Tracer--I sent you the e-mail I sent the other writers jsut recently. Hopefully that will answer your questions.)

HOLY CR@P! THIS THREAD STILL LIVES?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Cool.
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Ares drives along a road in his Corvette back towards the NeS arena people have been returning to for the past 2 pages or so.


(Shameless self advertising. Pay it no mind.)

Ares: "I have returned to bring order to this thread and rule it as i once did before. FEAR ME! FEAR ME! FEAR ME! If YOU DON'T FEAR ME YOUR GONNA GET ME REALLY PISSED! THEN I"LL HAVE TO HIT YOU MANY TIMES IN THE HEAD WITH A LARGE BLUNT OBJECT! BE AFRAID!"


I'm baaaaaaaacccccck. bwa ha ha ahahah aha ahaha ahahahah ha aha ha ahah aha aha ha......

[This message has been edited by Ares (edited April 03, 2002).]

(NSP: Welcome back Ares. It should be interesting how things progress...)

Ares: FEAR ME!!!

Ares' clone: *in a constant monotone voice* Are you talking to me?

Ares: No, I'm talking to the audience and writers of NeS. What's it look like?

Ares' clone: ....well...

Ares: Well what?

Ares' clone: I think you need to seek professional help.

Ares: Do you want me to throw you out of this car?!?!?

Ares' clone: You're the one talking to people who aren't there.

Ares: They are too! Your cloned god-wannabe powers just can't sense them!

Ares' clone: Whatever you say...

Ares: Hush you! We've reached the coastline.

*Pressing a button in his car, Ares' car turns into a submersible vehicle.*

Ares: Eat your heart out, James Bond!

Ares' clone: If you're a god, why don't you just will your way there?

Ares: And not drive this beauty? Never! Besides, it wouldn't make much of a story, would it?

Ares' clone: ....

Ares: *sigh*

[Near Loch Ness]

Galv: stupid Scotsmen.. *looks around* where the hell am I now..

*Suddenly a Giant blast of water shoots out of the Lake*

Galv: Holy ****! Its Nessy!
Nessy: Raarrgh!
Galv: Its Nessy!! I can make a fortune selling this thing!
Nessy: Rarrrgh!
Galv: hmm.. how will I capture her... Ah! I know! *grabs a plot hole that just happens to be flying by. Squeezes the plot hole into a Plot bat. Now armed with the plot bat rushes towards Nessy and starts wacking it with the plot bat*

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Nessy: Rarrggh!!
*Nessy wacks Galvatron out of Scotland and into Southern England*
*Galvatron looks around*
Galv: Hey.. Its Stonehenge... This World Tour of wacking is making me wish I had a camera.. But enough of this.. I have to somehow get back to the Arena.. I left the Headhunter unlocked... hmm... If I can get to London I should be able to access a warp portal at the Hellsing Insitute..

And So, Galvatron begins hitch hiking his way accross Southern England... What Strange and Magical Aventures will he have?!

<<Continuing monitoring of the "Fellowship." Transmission as follows.>>

Antestarr: Okay, we've fended them off for a moment, but from the sound of things there's more on the way. What we need is a game plan.

Randy: How about this one, we run back to the submarine and forget about Gettlefrodo?

Ante: Duly noted. However, this is bigger than Gettle and us combined. Failure is not an option.

TLTETBoromirRO: Well, what else is there we can do?

Ante: Here's the best plan I can come up with. Otter and Masetto, you two start running around in circles screaming like little girls. TLTETBRO, it's your job to protect them. They'll be our diversion while the rest of us work our way into the arena.

TLTETBRO: Alright.

Ante: Randy, I'll need cover fire for us as we move forward, so you'll take the rear. Krig and I will take the front, with Nigel and Sem doing what they can from the middle. For now I shall put aside my lightfoil for my sword NeSil, for the sword that was mail ordered has been recieved!

All: Right!

<<As the group finalized the plan, another wave of duckies came pouring down the tunnel. Otter and Mase ran in circles screaming like little girls far better than anyone else could have hoped for, and TLTETBRO stood his ground, slaying duckie after duckie, until the horde became too much for him. In his fall, though, he bought the rest of the crew enough time to work their way up the tunnel. Hearing another wave of duckies coming, the men stepped aside into a second pathway, which continued toward the arena, yet seemed not to have been discovered by the Enemy. However, the Muppetwraiths and Lighside were nowhere to be found...>>

<<Eventually, the narrow passage the remainder of the party travelled down came to a ladder with a hatch in the ceiling. Opening it and climbing out, they found themselves facing a sign with backwards letters that read "reeB cilohoclA-noN".>>

Ante: What in the name of the One could that mean?

Sem: It's obvious that we're on the other side of one of the refrigerator doors in the old 7-11. From the other side, it says "Non-Alcoholic Beer".

Ante: But why would a hatch leading to a secret tunnel be behind the fridge for Beer?

Sem: Well, who's gonna want non-alcoholic beer anyway?

Ante: Point.

Nigel *opening door*: Gettle!! My bestest friend/master/buddy/pal/dominator.

Gettle: Uh... who is this freak?

Ante: This is Nigel, I have him playing Sam for our little LotR spoof we're doing now.

Gettle: We're doing an LotR spoof?! Oo! Does this mean I can take my shoes and socks off.

Everyone: NO!

Gettle: Aw...

Ante: Quickly, Gettlefrodo, we must bring the Machine that goes Bing and get out of here. A great Evil seeks it, and we must get it to safety. Hand it to me.

<<TMTGB moves across the floor and hides behind Gettle's leg>>

Gettle: Uh... I don't think it wants you to hold it.

Ante: Fine, just get it moving and follow me.

<<Once again reunited with the party, Gettle can hardly stop talking, no matter how many times he's warned that if the duckies hear them they're all dead. Examining the halls, the heroes can see the bodies of several thousand duckies lie about them. Farther down the corridor they find the body of TLTETBRO. However, no sign of Mase or Otter remain.>>

Ante: Quickly, everone, press onward to the vessel.

Randy: What about the others?

Ante: We'll have to search for them later, there is nothing we can do for them for the time being.

Gettle: So, what are we gonna do with TMTGB now, anyway?

Sem: We must take it to Mount Olympus where it will fight to the death with Bing Crosby... wait, who writes this crap?

Ante: The same people who pull the strings of our everyday life.....

<<Yes, we'll see just how close we get to Olympus. Ha. Ha. Ha.>>

Gettle: What was that?!

Ante: Oh, that was just Mother on the remote computer. She seems to think some Directive 937 is more important than the rest of us...

<<Oh dear. It seems as though our post had to be changed to fit a post further down the road... Ah, well, what of this device... something made to go "bing", or something more sinister... What plans are there for such a thing? We shall see... oh yes, we shall see...>>

[This message has been edited by Antestarr (edited April 10, 2002).]

(NSP: Let's see if I can help Galv and Ares any...)

<<Scene: London. Next to the Hall of Heroes. Galvatron scratches his head, checking his map, when he bumps into the game show host, who was holding a newspaper and a donut.>>

Game show host: 'ey! Watch where you're goin', you overgrown tin-can!

Galvatron: Sorry there. I suppose you wouldn't happen to know of a warp portal around here?

game show host: Actually, I jsut got back from this place that had this Thingy! I think that'll do the trick for you!

<<Four and thirty-seven point six-nine seconds later...>>

Game show host: See? There it is!

Galv: Thanks!

Maybechild: Hey! It's Galv!

Janitor Bob: But the Hall of Heroes isn't clean yet for guests!

Galv: Uh....

Mark Hamill: Oh WOWZERS! A real-live ROBOT!

*Mark Hamill pokes like a little kid at Galvatron. Trying to turn away, Galv comes face-to-face with the alien.*

Alien: Hsssshshshshssshshhhh!!!

Galv: Such a cozy, homely place this is. Why does this remind me of a bad memory I tried to wipe from my memory?

Mammoth: Ba-RAAAAAAAAAAAAaaah!

Galv: Yes, and suddenly the whole Tokyo incident comes back like a bad stalker. Which means that these guys are--

<<The NeS heroes, Galvatron. Are you here to join?

Galv: Remind me why I didn't stay on Drazen Island?
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<<Scene: The Arena.>>

Darkside: The Legion of Doom--er--Spookay is nearly complete. Soon, soon we will be able to...er...do stuff.

Phil: That could have used some work, your Highness.

Darkside: Evilness.

Phil: Your Exellency.

Darkside: Evilness!

Phil: Right, that's what I said.

Darkside: *sigh*

Phil: Should we be concerned that we've lost track of the heroes?

Darkside: Nah. I think we have bigger problems right now.

Phil: Like what?

Darkside: Like that.

Splashing from the little inlet-thingy of water that underground bases allow submersible vehicles to rise from is Ares' Corvette. It speeds towards Darkside, breaking some six inches from them. Ares steps out, marching up to Darkside.

Ares: How dare you butcher my precious Arena! And with these colors no less...I demand that you FREE my Arena!

Darkside: And if we don't?

Ares: You have a very bad long-term memory, don't you?

Darkside: Look, why would you WANT this place anyways?

Ares: I was bored, and I needed a summer place.

Darkside: What if I told you that there were a bunch of NeS heroes lurking about here?

Ares: I wouldn't be terribly surprised.

Darkside: Oh, but you KNOW you want to cause some old-fashioned war-like destruction and torment, don't you?

Ares: Well....

Darkside: Look, we're waiting on some final touches before we move out. UNTIL then, I think we have a little game I think you'd be interested in...

*Lightside pushes Masetto and Otter into the large space formerly used as the fighting space for the Arena.*

Darkside: Some fresh victims, fresh for the beating. Masetto, theOtter,, and Lightside.

Lightside: Wha-what?

Ares: Oh goodie! A challange!

Darkside: I hope you find all this accomidating.
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<<Scene: Tunnels of the Arena.>>

TLTETBR: I'm not dead yet! Ow....

<<Will Galvatron join the NeS heroes, get accomidated with the members, have a nice cup of lemonade and cheesecake, and assist them in their next quest, or will Galvatron go off on his own adventure? Will Ares join the Legion of Spookay, or "free his Arena"? How does one go about "freeing" an Arena? Is TLTETBR dead or alive? What about all those little questions in life? Find out, in the next post of The Neverending Story Thread: Return of the Rusty and Ancient.>>

In the Arena, there is a brilliant (but small) explosion, stunning (temporarily) everyone nearby. TheTwistedSpasm steps out of the smoke and looks around.

Spasm(yelling): "I just wasted three days reading the first 18 pages of this stupid thread! I'm BORED! I want in on this circus!"

He looks around at the Arena, suddenly surprised. "They destroyed it AGAIN!?!"

NSP: Sorry if I'm not interupting your incredibly never-ending story. Just wanted to get my name on this thread too!

(NSP: Check your e-mail Spasm. Until the next post...)

B.U.M.P.!