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The Never-ending Story Thread²
2012-06-12, 6:06 AM #1401
Previously on Battlestar Galactica...

Uh, I mean, the Never-ending Story...

Main Plot:

Our Main Cast of Characters are still on a journey down "Memory Lane". Their bodies are in a comatose state within the Haunted House of Heroes, staring up at a projector illuminating a random series of memories from previous points in thee NeS, page-by-page. Some memories are directly as they remember them, others have been changed, others still a "new" memories that have surfaced to reveal some long-lost back-story or character development. Then there are the "Forgotten Memories" that go unseen by our main heroes. These Forgotten Memories are caused by the Twice-Forgotten Character, and former saviour of The Forgotten Characters, Michael McFarlane. Aside for their jaunt through memories, the main cast are seeking to catch up with the formidable KnowSoul, a being that is also considered The True Death, as he is seeking "The Source" of the NeS to consume it forever.

Michael McFarlane made an agreement with Losien to allow her to forget her missing fiancée, The Last True Evil, so that she could continue on the Main Quest of the NeS and save everyone instead of choosing the selfish road. However she didn't know he would remove TLTE from the entire NeS, forgotten by all and removed from pages past. In TLTE's absence, Amal has begun to find attraction for Losien and she feels something towards Amal, though she believes he is much too young for her. In their pursuit of KnowSoul Soriel, the swordsman, was injured and he handed his talking sword, Fred Teh Uber Blade, and cape, Carlotta the Cape, over to Losien as the Main Character of the story. He now seeks further NeS knowledge and harbours a secret desire to usurp Master Thand. Al Ciao, also known as Mr Eight and ruler of Hell, is in frequent contact with Majordomo, his right-hand in Hell. He has recently learnt that his arch-enemy, High Imp, is not as all-powerful as once believed and now Al Ciao is angry with Master Thand for not revealing this information sooner.

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Main Cast of Characters

Knowsoul: Once two powerful forces of their own - the Legion-like spectre known as the Darkside and a Grim Reaper-esque construct known as Tsolo, the Avatar of Loss - have now become a soul-devouring amalgamation. Their singular desire now is to consume the forgotten spirit of the NeS itself, bringing an end to the never-ending story-world.

Michael MacFarlane: A Twice-Forgotten character and Knowsoul's second-in-command, Michael is a former NeS hero turned shade of his former self. Currently, he hides in the shadows, in service of Knowsoul, with the first part of his plan to kidnap and remove The Last True Evil. He also randomly removes various memories from the NeS Pages that are revealed only to the Writers and the Readers, not to our heroes. He has also, for reasons yet unknown, purposefully removed Arkng Thand from the earliest pages of the NeS as revealed through regular Forgotten Memories.

Losien Simon: She is now the main character and leader of the NeS would-be-heroes, a role which she is just now becoming accustomed to acting in confidence. Extremely beautiful yet severely lacking in self-esteem. By the tropes that are natural law in the story-world of the NeS, all hope of success relies on her. She aims to not let down either her brother and former main character, Gebohq neither of which are around to help her. She is accompanied by Soriel's lustful blade, Fred, and his equally lustful cape, Carletta, both of whom only she can hear. However she has forgotten The Last True Evil, her fianc é [/COLOR]e, due to an agreement with Michael McFarlane.

Al Ciao: A former powerplayer who struggles now with his imposed role as ruler of Hell. Normally, by turns, zany and melodramatic, Al now faces a dilemma: help his friends save existence once more or embrace his selfish power and antagonize all who would stand in his way. If nothing else, having his body riddled with bullet-holes doesn't do much for his image.

Rachel Pi: Incarnation of April Fools and a servant of the NeS, Rachel is both fated as Gebohq's true love and keeper of conflict within the NeS. Rachel is currently continuing to challenge the authority of Losien, both to test that Losien is strong enough to succeed in the quest and to fulfill her own selfish desire to see Losien fail for having taken Gebohq's place in his former role and his heart.

Amal: Once "raised" in solitude by Master Thand, Amal had only the company of books provided by Thand until found and adopted by TLTE. Since then, Amal has quickly grown up into a wise and discerning young man under TLTE's tutelage, promising to become a hero the likes of which would surpass Losien and Gebohq. Amal aims to do all he can for his current caretaker, Losien, as well as keep an eye on the likes of Master Thand and Al Ciao. He, like everyone else, has forgotten TLTE due to Michael McFarlane.

Soriel: A no-nonsense, bloodthirsty swordsman, currently wounded by Knowsoul in their previous encounter. Soriel tags along mostly in hopes of satiating his hunger for battle and securing his existence as a living character (since villains have difficulty living). He gave his talking, and perverted, sword to Losien as she is the main character in need of a sword and he cannot use his whilst injured. He also gave her his cape which only Losien can hear talking. Instead he is continuing his old ambition to learn of the NeS and secretly harbours desires to usurp Master Thand's role in the NeS.

The Otter: A half-posh, half-punk, all-drunk British NeS veteran, the Otter seems to be around only because he is too drunk to take himself anywhere else for the time being. His past relationship with MaybeChilde is an unknown factor and one he has no knowledge of any resolution and so he considers himself a free agent, able to hit on every female he encounters.

Maeve (Maevie): An old college friend of some of the NeS veterans, she can relate to the Otter with both her British heritage and her drinking. However, she normally selects not to relate to the Otter when she can help it. She seems to stick around so that she doesn't become a Forgotten character once again. She and The Otter are currently 'tutoring' Amal in the ways of sex and seduction for his personal quest of gaining Losien's favour.

Master Thand: An sagely scholar, Thand is secretly the First Man of the NeS mythology. Unparalleled in his wisdom and knowledge, he is both aloof and altrustic. His agenda is mysterious, having both helped and hindered the would-be-heroes in the past. His presumed current goal is to ensure that Knowsoul does not succeed and to study the problematic protagonists.


Secondary Plot:

In the Haunted House of Heroes Antestarr had been lying on his deathbed when his old flame appeared with a vial of blood-ink. Using this blood-ink, Nyneve the NeSferatu, was able to turn Antestarr into her own kind. Playing the moody anti-hero, Antestarr ordered her away but moments later a group of eccentric Chinese dignitaries arrived at the door. Emperor Pi, Rachel Pi's father, and his many wives and eunuchs in their search for Rachel. Young, who has long been pregnant, has suddenly gone into labour and the very experienced wives of Emperor Pi are there to help her through the birth, having shooed Antestarr and Emperor Pi from the room.

In the Swedish mountains lurks a temporal-hole, a great plot-hole that breaks the barrier of time-space. Guarding it is Voodoo Snowflakes, once Forgotten and NeS Hero. Krig the Viking, along with the Swedish Bikini Squad, investigate but Voodoo kills her old friend. The Last True Evil and The Illusionist, a minor villain, arrived in an attempt to save Krig but Voodoo was already gone through the time-hole with a British spy, Benedict Cumberlatch and the Swedish Bikini Squad. Instead TLTE decides to take Krig's body only to be accosted by the Swiss Whores Squad who were sent by Switzerland to return their king, Krig, to their homeland. Together the group travelled across time-space to Valhalla where they found Krig enjoying the afterlife with his father, Krog, and a group of angry Norse Valkyries Squad. The Swiss Whores mistook Krog for Krig and kidnapped him to make him king of Switzerland, which Krog accepted heartily and now goes around with an entourage of whores and valkyries. However Michael McFarlane then removed TLTE from the NeS completely by making him 'never exist' throughout the entire NeS. Krig is then picked up by The Doctor who cameoed specifically to then deposit Krig, after a tour of Hawaii, at the HHH just in time for Young to go into labour. Subaru, the love interest of Antestarr, has also returned to the HHH just in time for the birth too and is about to discover Antestarr's new lifestyle.

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Secondary Cast of Characters:

Antestarr - TBA

Krig the Viking - TBA

Subaru - TBA

Young - TBA

Emperor Pi - The secret Chinese Emperor who lives in a floating palace above China. He has a great many concubines who have given him many children, one of which is Rachel Pi. However nobody is certain which concubine is Rachel's mother as they have no many children. He is old, likes things quiet and drinks tea.


Sub-Plots:

Apple, after hearing that Citizen Rex had once spoke the word "Rosebud" before he died, hired the services of Detective Hawthorne, a former unsung NeS hero, to investigate. Apple, an assassin capable of becoming invisible, was then hired by, who she believed to be Majordomo, to kill Totally Evil and return her to Hell. But she soon discovered, from Dr Evil, that Totally had already been taken to Hell by High Imp. Apple arrived in Hell seeking answers but Michael McFarlane bargained with Totally Evil and removed her from the NeS as though she never existed either. Instead Apple met with High Imp who forcibly injected her with the DNA of Highemperor, the former Powergamer of old, which caused her rapid pregnancy. He then left her and Mayaal, Hand of the NeS, partially rescued her from death with the Blood Countess. Instead he took her prisoner to the realm of the l33t and intends to keep her prisoner alongside Evil Geb. Elsewhere, the former girlfriend of Al Ciao - who is also Highemperor - Mia, is pregnant with another child. Mia was supposedly fated to bear Highemperor's child, however High Imp deliberately used Apple to force fate by his own hand, making Apple a contender for the mother role of Highemperor's true heir.

Detective Hawthorne made his way to the Hall of Heroes atop Big Ben where he was directed by MZZT and Gebohq, at this point two minor characters of the NeS, to the Hovercarrier of Hero Force One where Hawthorne could begin his investigations into Citizen Rex and "Rosebud". He begins by quizzing the only available member, Judge. However he is soon joined by Bhaac, who, along with Mayaal, seeks to ensure some direction to the wayward plots.

In the Chikin Chateau, above Big Ben and built by Cris B, is Irian Emp who recently gained her emancipation from her parents and is free to run her own life. However, after a series of events involving the liked of King Krog of Switzerland, she was witness to the break-up of two Hero Force One members, Seraphim and Acidspitter. Serapharch, the highest ranking angel of Heaven, tried to order Seraphim back to Heaven, whilst Acidspitter returned to Hell and became embroiled in a coup against Mr Eight (Al Ciao). Seraphim fought with Serapharch in an epic struggle that eventually ended with them aboard the HFO Hovercarrier and her victorious and available for questioning under Hawthorne and Bhac.

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Sub-Plot Characters:

Apple - Apple is an assassin capable of becoming invisible to varying degrees depending on her load. She is generally selfish and eager for challenges. She is currently pregnant with the rapidly growing child of Highemperor and in the custody of Mayaal.

Bhac - TBA

Mayaal - TBA

Evil Geb - TBA

Detective Hawthorne - Once an unsung hero of the NeS Hawthorne has returned in a sub-plot devised by Apple who wants to learn the secrets of Rosebud but also partly hired by Hero Force One to figure out the demise of Citizen Rex (an alter-ego of Al Ciao). Hawthorne, who has a fascination with buritos, chooses to interrogate Hero Force One members first for clues.

Iriana Emp - TBA

Hero Force One - TBA
2012-06-12, 6:09 AM #1402
On Memory Lane Al Ciao is still grumbling at Arkng Thand for not revealing High Imp's lack of true p4w4hs sooner. Amal is awkwardly stealing glances at Losien, who is also awkwardly stealing glances at Amal. Soriel is feeling sorry for himself whilst making minor discourse with Rachel over NeS mechanics, eager to learn something during his period of incapacity. Maeve and The Otter make constant remarks brimming with innuendo. At least that's when they're being somewhat polite, otherwise they're just blurting out crass exclamations.

As they continue to walk forward, aiming to pass through further memories, another old time memory materialises.


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Page 15

*In the dark recesses far far away from our heroes...*

Morris the cat: Yes, dem foos think they can just forget about me. They'll see otherwise...

*A loud thud can be heard*

Morris: Ow! Whoever said that cats can see in the dark wasn't a cat, that's for sure. Now to stop at the nearest meat-packeging plant to get a snack before visiting Geb and his friends.

*Meanwhile (NeS usage count: 697, give or take a few hundred. 65% of statistics are made up on the spot anyways...), inside a bar in a parallel universe...*

Ares' clone: *finishing his drink* Why doesn't anybody believe that I invented the Internet? The Lord will strike you down fer such lack of faith...

Benard the pigeon: *mechanical chirp*

Are's clone:
You're right, my fine feathered friend. We shouldn't be on the sidelines like this, let's get back in the action--hey, what the hell?--I mean *in very monotone voice* what the hell?

[begin "The Sixth Day" rip-off]

*Ares' clone turns his attention to teh TV that's in the bar, tuned into the PPV's ongoing special coverage of Gebohq and the other fighters. He notices Burby and two Nazi's on the screen, with...himself on the screen? It had to be the original Ares, but then he noticed the Bible in the hand...*


Amal: I feel like you really had it easy in those days, Losien. I mean just look at that list of villains. A cat, a pidgeon, a Furby-

Losien: Burby.

Amal: And a clone of Ares, not even the original.

Losien: What about those Nazis?

Amal: Everyone and their grandmother fights Nazis.

----------

Random screenwipe to a bunch of people fighting Nazis, including a very old woman with a zimmer frame.

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Losien: I guess you're right.

Amal: And we get lumbered with KnowSoul. I don't even think we can touch him!

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Page 15

Morris: OK, enough torture for you all. Let's move on now...

*With his stubby paws, Morris flipps teh channels, and the background of the fighters changes appropriately. Morris stops with a background of a game show with Ben Stein in it--replaced of course, with Ares' fake clone, and in the booths, Losien, Antestarr, and Krig. The others, including Morris, sit in the audience, watching.


Amal: You know, I didn't have my money on the cat being the one to cause the most trouble...

The Otter: That's no ordinary cat.

Losien: It's probably the most vile cat to ever exist.

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Elsewhere, on some old woman's porch, the very fat and incredibly lazy Morris the Cat rolls over and scratches his ear.

Morris the Cat: Is someone talking about me? My ear is burning!

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Losien: These game shows are kind of a running theme in the NeS, I've noticed. They just keep popping up.

The Otter: Like a bad smell.

Rachel: Like The Otter.

The Otter: Heeeeeeey...

Maeve: I think they're annoying because they just alienate those of us who are non-American.

Al Ciao: What are you, a Commie!?

Maeve: Uh... no.

Al Ciao: A secret Commie?

Maeve: Look, I understand you used to have this Citizen Rex alter-ego, but come on. I am a partial to socialism though.

Al Ciao: COMMIE!!!

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Page 15

Suddenly, a mystical swirl attacks the TV, rendering all 3 shows in to 1

Barney, Magneto, and Cyclops are all contestants on Win Ben Stein's Money!!!!

Geb has taken the place of Jimmy Kimmel, and Otter has taken over for Ben Stein.

Geb: First category, we'll let Barney pick.

Hinges from one of the cabinets in the scenery fly out and attack Geb, leaving him in a screaming heap on the floor until he shouts: ALLRIGHT! Magneto can pick!

Magneto: I'd like St. Jhon's Jhon

Geb: How many times do the Gospels mention Jesus going to the bathroom?

Magneto: 37! er! no, wait!

Barney: Jesus doesn't go to the bathroom, he spreads the word of joy and love, like I do! Come, follow me!

A microphone suddenly flies from it's stand, like a harpoon from a cannon and buries itself in Barney's side, causing him to emit numerous un-Christ-like expletives.

Otter, (as the purple blob is being dragged off stage by the mic cord): Join us, after this commercial break, when I attempt to defend my money by taking the place of our least fortunate contestant!


Soriel: That Magneto bloke just attacked the purple dinosaur!

The Otter: Magneto did!? Uh... yeah! Totally Magneto! With his powers or something. Definitely wasn't me that threw that mic at the big purple sod!

Everyone looks at The Otter with concern.

The Otter: Uh... what!?

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Page 15

Maybe: No you cant!!!! *Seizes Holy Hand Remote and points it at Magneto* Take that!

Suddenly, the scene changes to an estate outside of New York City. Cyclops and Wolverine are nowhere to be seen, but Maybe is suddenly wearing green and yellow spandex with a bomber jacket and gloves and has a white streak in her (dashingly beautiful) red hair; Geb is wearing blue spandex and a ruby quartz visor; Sem is wearing red and black and has turned blue, with three fingers and three toes and a tail; Otter has become big, blue, and furry; Ante has sprouted angelic wings; Losien is wearing all white and her hair has turned white; Krig suddenly has adamantium claws and is wearing yellow spandex; and Randy, the newcomer, is wearing a yellow trench coat and gloves with shorts and a t-shirt (always thought that was an odd outfit) and is chewing gum. A tv theme song starts to play, and at first none recognize it, save for MaybeChild.

Maybe: Whoops...

Sem: You didn't...

Randy: I'm JUBILEE?!?!?!?!?!?!

Maybe: (to Sem) Sorry, Nightcrawler. Looks like ah landed y'all in the X-Men...


All of the Heroes, save Maeve, reel from the sudden exposure to a lot of spandex on both men and women. They are particularly freaked out by Lt Randy in his short-shorts and glaringly yellow trench coat..

Amal: Actually I'm not sure which is more horrific, his shorts or how garishly eighties he looks.

Maeve: Well I think they all look great. We should totally spandex up!

Rachel: Even the men? I thought you went to the dark side of the sex?

Maeve: Just because I prefer to drink tea several times a day - and by several I mean lots - it doesn't mean I don't still fancy a sip of coffee every now and again.

The Otter: Whoa! Maeve is officially back on the possibilities list!

Maeve: No she ain't. MaybeChilde is a friend of mine and I don't think any of us are really sure what's going on between you two.

The Otter: Honestly, me neither so I think that makes me a free agent. I'll always hold a candle for Maybelle but there are so many hot birds out there just waiting for a bit of Otter loving!

Maeve: Wow, it's no wonder you're swamped with offers with talk like that.

The Otter: You're just jealous you didn't say it first.

Maeve: That is actually mostly true. There really are quite a few women in the world who would benefit from a bit of Maevie in the morning.

Maeve winks at Rachel and Losien who both freeze up as though they were turned to stone.

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*A slender, redish haired young man with red eyes, wearing a trenchcoat approaches. He shuffles a deck of cards in one hand with rather impressive dexterity*

Masetto: Why you be callin' Gambit "Swamp-Rat" cher?

*Maybe puts her hand on her hip and tilts her head*

Maybe: Well maybe ya'd look better if ya used a comb!

Masetto: So you're sayin' Gambit look good with messy hair huh? *winks* I accept your compliment cher.

*The others look at him suspiciously*

Masetto: What'd Gambit do!? Don't you like 'he Cajun no more?


Al Ciao: Oh look, the introduction of Masetto.

Soriel: Don't you mean Gambit?

Rachel:
Or Swamp Rat?

Al Ciao: Gambit is Masetto.

Rachel: I thought he was Remy LeBeau.

Al Ciao: In the comics he's Remy. I mean that's the character! I'm talking about Masetto!

Soriel: Isn't Masetto a Character?

Al Ciao: Well yes, but I meant Gambit.

Soriel: Who is Remy LeBeau.

Al Ciao: Yeeess but this is Masetto.

Soriel: I thought it was Gambit?

Rachel: Or Swamp Rat.

Amal: Or Remy LeBeau?

Al Ciao:
GGGGRRRAAAAH!

Rachel high-fives Soriel, though Soriel's participation is somewhat less enthusiastic.
2012-06-12, 7:30 AM #1403
[quote=Page 15]Magi Cabaalis: Geez, I posted "Nostradamos.. Scary Stuff here" two years ago as GA Farrant.. And yet here it remains![/quote]

Maeve: Is that a writer talking?

Rachel: The whole voice-booming-from-the-sky thing didn't cue you in?

Maeve: I dunno, deities like to pull that crap too.

Al: He didn't give anyone a quest for the Grail, so you know it's a Writer.

Soriel: *mumbling* ...I like deities better...

Amal: What, you *like* Grail quests?

Soriel: Yes. When you can tell everyone you're on a holy crusade, no one complains about you killing people.

Amal: ...

Losien: I just can't get over how the guy's impressed with two years. I mean, we're ten years past that.

[quote=Page 15]*Meanwhile, up in the air, Ante/Archangel is having a little too much fun...

Ante: *flying* WHEEEEEEEE!!

Geb: Get down from there! We have to kick *** now!

Ante: But I don't wanna! You're just bitter cuz I have wings!

Geb: Yeah, well I don't get periods either--

Randy: I resent that! *adjusts his breasts*

Geb: --and you'll have to get down sometime.

Ante: You're bitter! Bitter bitter bi-tter!

Geb: *In song* I'm not bitter, oh so bitter...

Ante: OH! A statue!

*Ante perches on a nearby statue of some famous politician, reminisant of a city pidgeon. Geb meanwhile walks up to Randy.*

Geb: You know, I would have never thought a guy could look so sexy.

Randy: *under his breath* Shut up...I'm having a hard time as it is keeping myself from being turned on by by own body.

Geb: Hey, maybe you can try seducing Magneto or something.

*Randy gives Geb a cold and disgusted look*

Randy: You're just sick man. Utterly sick.

*Off on the other side of the standoff between Magneto and Losien/Storm...*

Otter: *adjusting his newfound glasses* Perhaps if we calculate the cotangent of the angle and the magnitude of the parallel force, and then compensate for the coefficient of friction...

Sem: Stop acting like your'e smart and just punch Magneto into Abu Dabi.

Otter: Uh...you first.

Sem: OhhoHO no! I said it first, YOU go.

Otter: No way! Send Gambit in!

Masetto: Leave me outta this man! Send the hot plate over to Krig--er--Wolverine...um, and dem troublemakers best not bet against my luck.

Krig: Krig no wish death wish.

Masetto: I'm not going in there man!

Maybe: *off to the side* Not even for me?

Masetto: Damnit woman, you just had to lay down the guilt on me, didn't you?

Maybe: Get in there, NOW!

Masetto: *sigh* (starts walking towards Magneto and Losien)

Maybe: *love sigh* I love that crazy Cajun!

Masetto: *walking back, much more joyous* Oh darn! Storm beat me to it!

Losien: I didn't mean to do it...

Maybe: But how...

Losien: Well, I just brought lightning down, and I guess it magnetized all the metal in an unpredictable fashion. It all stuck onto him like a big metal hairball. I hope he's alright.

*Magneto, growling in anger, steps into view, brushing off the metal that is still trying to stick to him.*

Sem: Eep.

Maybe: Uhh...plan anyone?

*snoring* Zzzzz...uh-huh? OH! Uh...what will our frantic fighters do now? Um...what are you looking at me for? The next post isn't written on my forehead or anything...[/quote]

Losien: *snickers*

Rachel: What? I hate being left out of a good joke.

Losien: He said the next post isn't written on his forehead.

Amal: I don't get it... *is* it actually written there or something?

Losien: Nope. The Narrator writes all his lines on his hand.

Rachel bursts out laughing.

Rachel: That's too rich.

Hey, until they get the money for a prompt screen...

Maeve: Wow, Otter, you actually sounded intelligent there for a second.

Otter: Why thank you!

Maeve: It's kind of a turn off.

Otter: :(

Maeve: And Los! Girl, you are shmexy when you kick ass!

Losien turns a bright shade of pink.

Amal: And when she blushes.

Losien covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. Al comes up to her and puts his hand gently on her shoulder, offering silent encouragement. She peeks out at him gratefully between her fingers.

Fred: Geez, Al, quit trying to be a friend, and shag her already!

Losien turns a deep shade of scarlet. Al, of course, doesn't hear the blade.

Losien: SILENCE, BLADE!

Al jumps five feet into the air.

Maeve: Aw, you're cute when you're scared, Al.

Rachel: Then you probably think he's cute all the time.

Maeve: Well... nah.

Al: :(

-----

Although Mayaal has spirited Apple away from the sacrificial soup blender of the Blood Countess, this doesn't help any of the other virgins, who are screaming and pleading.

Maiden #1: Please! I'm not a virgin!

Demon #1: Like that's supposed to convince us?

Maiden #2: There's no hope, Maiden #1! I just wish I could have known a man's love before I die!

Demon #1 eyes Maiden #2's voluptuous form appreciatively.

Demon #1: Well...I could fix that for you.

Maiden #1: :omg:

Maiden #2: Awesome, let's go!

She and Demon #1 disappear behind a conveniently placed bush, which rustles rather a lot over the next few minutes. Maiden #1 studiously ignores it; she is distracted from the horror of her imminent fate by the effort of trying to ignore said rustling.

Momentarily, Demon #1 and Maiden #2 come back out of the bushes. Demon #1 has a rather silly grin on his face. Maiden #2 demurely adjusts her dress.


Maiden #2: So... now that I'm not a virgin, I can't be sacrificed! Toodeloo!

Demon #1: Actually, no. Very few of our sacrifices are ever actually virgins!

Maiden #2: What!

Maiden #1: *imitating Nelson from The Simpsons* Ha-ha!

Demon #1: Think about it. How many virgins do you think you're gonna find in Hell, anyway?

Maiden #2: Hey, yeah. How did I wind up in Hell, anyway?

Demon #1: Sloppy bookkeeping, probably. You could file for an appeal.

Maiden #2: Woooo!

Demon #1: Except that now you've surrendered your maidenhood, it'd be denied.

Maiden #2: Bollocks!

Demon #1: Besides, just filling out the documentation would take several months, and you're due for the blender in just a few minutes.

Maiden #1: Serves you right, Maiden #2.

Maiden #2: :suicide:

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Dr. R. Deep: I hereby call this meeting of Hero Force One to order!

Those members of Hero Force One who are aboard the Hovercarrier are gathered in their meeting room, which is plastered full of Uh-mer-uh-can colors, with British and American flags hanging from the ceilings and walls like banners. There is a hole through the middle of the table, where Seraphim punched Serapharch through the floor and ceiling in the earlier battle.

Judge: It couldn't wait till I finished my shower?

She wrings out her hair, dripping a lot of water onto the chrome deck. She is wearing a bathrobe, adjusted so that it bares some cleavage, natch.

Detective Hawthorne: I'm still not quite certain what I'm doing here.

Seraphim: Look, Deep, if this is about the property damage--

Deep: You mean, to the Hovercarrier or the Chikin Chateau?

Seraphim: Er...hehe.

Deep: We are here for several important reasons. Firstly, to formally induct our formerly AWOL Company Kid.

He turns to Benjamin Mahir, who is sitting in a chair at the table, arms crossed and grimacing slightly.

Ben: I'm with that detective bloke. What am I doing here?

Magick: Aw, cheer up, Benjy. Anyone who's after your perfectly lycanthropic blood will have to go through all of us.

Ben brightens a bit.

Seraphim: Second order of business, I'm sure, is the property damage.

Qhobeg: Nope. Citizen Rex.

Judge bursts into tears. The others eye her askance.

Qhobeg: He has been... away. Detective Hawthorne here has been tasked to find him, and has uncovered unsettling rumors of his demise.

Bhac: So? Just find a new patriotic patsy.

Qhobeg: Now you, I really don't know what you're doing here.

Bhac: Just hangin' with my bro.

He slaps Hawthorne on the back, who winces.

Deep: Whatever. Anyway, we can't replace Rex, for two reasons. One, going through two major paragon heroes this quickly does not exactly instill confidence in the populace. Two - Citizen Rex, being... uniquely charismatic... was much beloved by all, and riots are already starting as people demand to know where he is. Telling them he is on a secret mission is no longer enough for many.

Ben: So, wait... how are you supposed to provide protection?

Magick: Just stay aboard the Hovercarrier.

Qhobeg: Well... we may have to shut down if we can't find Rex.

Ben: What!

Ben: Oh really? Who do y'all answer to?

All the other heroes answer at once.

Deep: The Magium.

Qhobeg: The story.

Hawthorne: Apple.

Bhac: The balance.

Seraphim: God-- well, wait. No.

Magick: Dr. Deep.

Ben throws his hands up in the air.

Ben: I mean, who's cutting you checks?

Judge: Oh! The U.S. President, of course.

Seraphim: And the glorious American taxpayers.

Hawthorne: So, wait... the President's gonna shut you down, just cause you can't find one guy?

Qhobeg: He was very impressed by Citizen Rex. Plus, there is the third issue.

Seraphim: I supposed the third issue isn't property damage, either.

Qhobeg: Actually, it is.

Ben: I can't imagine what your insurance premiums must be like.

Deep: Actually, we're uninsurable anymore. The Chikin Chateau was not insured, as it was supposed to be indestructible. Cris B is busy suing the construction company AND us. The Hovercarrier itself suffered extensive damage, and we haven't finished paying off the repair bill for the last time it was damaged.

Bhac: If the US is paying your bills, what's the problem?

Judge: Well... we spent most of our funds buying out all the other super groups.

Ben: So where's the part where I'm protected, then?

Seraphim: Simple. We find Rex, confidence is restored, all our problems go away.

Hawthorne: Erm... no pressure, I guess?

-----

In the Great Granite Fortress of Canada/Hell!

Acidspitter: So wait. You. Want ME. To be the Devil?

Devil's Advocate: Well...

Acidspitter: That's killer! I'll take it! I just want plenty of chicks.

Majordomo: You're an incubus; you've already got that.

Acidspitter: Well, then, I want a huge salary.

Majordomo: Sure. One million soul tokens a day.

Acidspitter: Sweet!

Devil's Advocate: Now, it's only fair to tell you...

Acidspitter's face darkens as he learns what Al Ciao learnt before him. Due to the inflation of damned souls, the soul is nearly worthless, even more so than Zimbabwe's currency. He can't release souls from Hell to restore its value, as much bookkeeping has to be corrected so that those souls wrongly placed in Hell can be released to their final reward instead.

Acidspitter: Show me where the rules of bookkeeping say I can't do this.

The Devil's Advocate produces a giant law book, as thick as Arnold Schwarzenegger's bicep, bound in human skin and written in blood. He turns open to a passage for Acidspitter's inspection. Acidspitter fires a spit wad at the page, which promptly dissolves it, as well as a good number of pages behind it.

Acidspitter: Problem solved.

Majordomo: Er... I applaud your proactive thinking, but there may be much unrest if you ignore--

Acidspitter: Send out the succubi to seduce every Canadian bureaucrat out of power and replace said bureaucrats with the succubi. Then bring them to me, and I'll use my incubus powers to make them do what I say...

-----

DEET-DEET dee-dee DEET-DEET!

Al jumps five feet into the air again at the unexpected call on his Hero Watch.

Rachel: Still think it's cute?

Maeve: You're right, it grows thin rather quickly.

Al presses a stud on his Hero watch.

Al: What is it, Majordomo?

Majordomo: Mr. Eight, I have good news and bad news.

Al: Okay, good news first.

Majordomo: The soul's value has been completely restored and even multiplied beyond that, to the point where it's much stronger than the American dollar. Given the salary, the Devil's position is now the richest in the world. Furthermore, Switzerland has called off their war on Hell and is even assisting us in the recovery of our discorporated demon soldiers.

Al: Awesome!!!! :D

Majordomo: The bad news, at least for you, is that this is due to the work of your replacer, Mr. Nine, and that your insult upon Swiss personages, now that you are no longer affiliated with Hell, has rendered you the target of Switzerland's military enmity.

Al: What????!!!!

Majordomo: There is a silver lining, however.

Al: Okay...?

Majordomo: I just saved a ton of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico.

Al: AAAAUUUUUUGHHH!
2012-06-13, 7:06 AM #1404
Setting: The Haunted Hall of Heroes. Ancestral manor of Gebohq and Losien (though they don't know it...yet), current HQ (well, one of them) of the NeS heroes, located in the 8th dimension (which seems surprisingly accessible).

Scene: In the living room, several heroes are slumped over in front of the slide projector. These are the ones who have entered Memory Lane, at least in their minds - some sort of astral travel, perhaps? eh, just Hand Wave it. Outside of the living room is a great foyer of some undescribed sort, in which several people are milling.

Antestarr: Oldtime NeS hero, mostly inactive. As of a few hours ago, has been unwillingly turned into a NeSferatu - bestowing immortality and restoring his youth - by his onetime lover, the NeSferatu Nyneve. Father figure to Young.

Young: "Princess of the NeS", the first Blank Character, birthed as part of a plan hatched by Antestarr. Refers to the NeS as Mother. Has been pregnant for (p)AGES, and is currently in labor, surrounded by all the Concubines, who have crowded with her into a side room, keeping the two men outside in the foyer.

Emperor Pi: Father of Rachel April May Pi, and apparently little-known emperor of China.

Concubines: The bickering ladies-in-waiting of Emperor Pi. Although they can't settle among themselves who Rachel's mother is, they have currently united to deliver Young's imminent baby.

Young: AAAAAAIIEEEEE!

Antestarr flinches and jumps to his feet. Poised to run into the room where his sort-of daughter is, he is preempted by another voice.

Concubine #2: Young, dear, you haven't even had a contraction. What's the scream for?

Young: Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought labor screams were a trope or something.

Concubine #4: Trust me, dear, you'll know when it's time.

Emperor Pi: Cigar?

Antestarr: Thank you.

They puff on cigars in an effort to avoid Al Ciao the Writer's favorite standby - playing poker. It is then that the old oak doors of the HHoH burst open, with a dramatic gust of wind blowing out the cigars. Emperor Pi eyes his unlit cigar disconsolately, but Antestarr looks towards the door.

Antestarr: Who goes there?

The beshadowed figure who walks in is soon illuminated by the always-flickering wall sconces. (It's a HAUNTED manor, what do you expect?) Clad in dark camo pants, black boots, and a grey shirt, the figure surveys the room with mismatched eyes - one brown, the other a pale grey - set beneath shoulder-length auburn hair.

Antestarr: Gebiyl!

Gebiyl, otherwise known as Evil Geb and sometimes Shattered Geb, addresses Antestarr in a low, tense voice.

Evil Geb: Where is my wife?

Evil Geb/Gebiyl: An alternate future version of Gebohq, from the mirror plane known as NeShattered, which he once ruled supreme. Currently causes trouble wherever he can. A possible candidate for protector of the plotfractal. Once upon a time, he slept with Young - and fathered her child.

Ante: I understood that she wound up marrying one of the Qhobeg clones?

Evil Geb: Considering that I now inhabit the body of that very clone, she is married to me. Besides, that shotgun thing was a spur-of-the-moment fluke some bloke that Al Ciao the Writer doesn't care to remember wrote in. She and I were totally falling for each other.

Ante: You mean, beyond the part where you kidnapped her so you could have an evil wedding?

Evil Geb: Water under the bridge. Where is she?

Antestarr jerks a thumb behind him.

Ante: In there, but good luck getting past--

Evil Geb is already stomping by.

Concubine #6: Hey! You can't come in here. No men allowed!

Evil Geb fixes Concubine #6 with a steely glare.

Evil Geb: I am the father of that child, and Young's husband.

Young's voice, somewhat weak, floats out of the room.

Young: Geb?

Something like tenderness washes across Evil Geb's face for a split second, and he forces his way past Concubine #6. In moments he is by Young's side, brushing the blue hair away from her sweat-glistened face.

Evil Geb: I'm here.

She clutches his hand in a death grip and manages to smile.

Young: I'm glad.

Emperor Pi: Isn't anyone gonna give me a light...?

-----

In Switzerland, the leaders of the neutral country have gathered in a Top-Secret meeting!

Mr. Missy: I call this Top Secret meeting to order!

Colonel Cheesecake: Captain Chocolate, are you twittering this?

Captain Chocolate: It's tweeting.

Colonel Cheesecake: Whatever! You can't tweet a Top Secret meeting.

Captain Chocolate: Why not?

Mistress Missy: Because it's Top Secret!

Krog: Oops. Krog think Krog made boo-boo.

Mistress Missy: Why?

Krog, father of Krig the Viking attorney, and current leader of Switzerland by popular demand, blushes.

Krog: Krog invited everyone to see.

He pulls back the curtains and waves at the huge crowd outside, who all burst into applause and cheers.

Colonel Cheesecake: Whatever! We are here to address an affront to all Swiss everywhere!

Mr. Missy: Pfft, just send out a death squad.

Everyone looks at Mistress Missy.

Mistress Missy: What?

So it is that the Swiss Whores Squad is sent out to hunt down Al Ciao!
2012-06-14, 2:50 AM #1405
Britt the Writer: You just made Evil Geb show up at the HHH?

Al Ciao the Writer: Yes?

Britt the Writer: And you moan at me for forgetting things!

Al Ciao the Writer: Important things!

Britt the Writer: Things that happened (p)ages ago. Evil Geb was imprisoned right before this current story arc!

Al Ciao the Writer: Uh... he... escaped! :ninja:

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In the Realm of l33t Mayaal appears, still clutching Apple. They stand staring down at a series of loose, empty chains.

Mayaal: How the fu-

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In the Haunted House of Heroes Young squeezes Evil Geb's hand.

Young: How did you escape?

Evil Geb: A little butter makes for a great lubricant. Always keep a spare bottle in my pants just in case I'm ever captured! Super-villain 101!

Concubine #4: I like to use butter too. Butter tastes better than washing-up liquid.

Concubine #7: We weren't after your sexual escapades with our husband, Concubine #4...

In the hall outside Antestarr and Emperor Pi are faced with Krig the Viking and Subaru, fresh in and bewildered by the suddenly birthing scenario.

Subaru: So Evil Geb is the father? How did I not remember that?

Antestarr:
I'm pretty annoyed by it myself. We shouldn't have let him go in there.

Subaru: I thought she was like the Virgin Mary or something?

Krig the Viking: In Valhalla many lady make virgin claim. Many lady lie to Krig.

Emperor Pi: I've had that happen to me a few times too, Krig. Only I've usually married them before I find out otherwise. Sucks to be me.

Antestsarr: Yeah, having several dozen wives, living in a floating castle and being the secret ruler of China. Really sucks to be you...

Emperor Pi: Well I admit it has its moments. Like the other day when me, Concubine #4 and Concubine #6 were all in the hot springs-

Subaru: We really don't want to know this perverted story, thanks.

Subaru glances at Antestarr and Krig to find them both staring at Emperor Pi with wild-eyed rapture.

Krig: Continue please.

Emperor Pi: Well we had this massive bucket of butter-

Suddenly the doors to the hall burst open, dramatically, once again.

Krig: Not stop story!

Emperor Pi: Uh. I'd love to continue but those ladies appear to be wielding guns.

The Swiss Whores Squad have interrupted the gathering and strike their incredibly dashing pose of incredible heart-stopping sexual attraction. So effective is it that even Krig forgets the Emperor's tale and stares.

Swiss Whores Squad - Frija: Wotcha, suckers!

Antestarr subconsciously clamps a hand over his NeSferatu-spoiled mouth.

Swiss Whores Squad - Magrit: We're here for Al Ciao!

Antestarr: Al Ciao? Seriously? You don't want someone more... important? You know, I thought you might have been here for Evil Geb since he just waltzed in here. Or even Young since she's giving birth to some new potential plot device.

Swiss Whores Squad - Magrit: Al Ciao dares to mock Switzerland and he's not even an important person!?

Antestarr: Well... he's important. Just... not right now, I guess. Or rather, there are more dramatic an important people who would be better targets.

Swiss Whores Squad - Verena: Now I want to kill him more than ever. Where is the douchebag?

Subaru: Wow, they switch from British English to American English as though they were randomly generating whatever random word sounded stupid and entertaining at the time.

Antestarr: Uh... right. Sorry girls but he's not here right now. He's on Memory Lane.

Emperor Pi: I thought you said they were in the back room plugged into some kind of metephysical computer... or something?

Antestarr facepalms.

Back in the birthing room;

Young: So... why are you here?

Evil Geb: Would it be obvious that I was lying if I said you?

Young: Now it would be, yeah...

Evil Geb: I want to take you and the baby away from this dump. I won't have any child of mine raised by this bunch of idiots.

Young: Actually that's a very admirable reason. You fear they'd be a bad influence and get our child into danger?

Evil Geb: A bad influence, totally! They're a bunch of losers! He's got to grow up learning how to be cool and totally awesome! Like me!

Young might have been angrier but suddenly the pain starts and she crushes Evil Geb's hand.

Outside the room Antestarr and the others hear an awful womanly scream.


Subaru: I guess the baby's on its way!

Antestarr: Actually, I'm pretty sure that was Evil Geb's scream.
2012-06-14, 6:18 AM #1406
An interlude, just before the previous post, a block down from the Massassi Writers' office!

Several people are sitting on folding chairs in a loose circle.


Anthropomorphic Cat: Hi. My name is the Napping Cat, and I'm a powerplayer.

Everyone Else (in unison): Hi, Napping Cat.

The Napping Cat goes on to discuss how, despite his conscious avoidance of powerplaying, he still dreams of it. When he finishes, an anthropomorphic killer whale with a lightsaber hooked on his belt speaks.

Anthropomorphic Whale: Greetings. I'm Space_Orca, and I'm a powerplayer.

Everyone Else (in unison): Hi, Space_Orca.

Once Space_Orca is through, everyone turns expectantly to the newcomer. Al Ciao the Writer is bound in a straitjacket and gagged, wild eyes darting around. A walkie-talkie is duct-taped to the straitjacket, and from it a voice crackles.

Britt the Writer: j0, I'm Br-- Al Ciao the Writer, and I'm a powerplayer.

Everyone Else (in unison): Hi, Al Ciao the Writer.Al Ciao the Writer: Mmmmgnfhgh!
2012-06-15, 6:29 AM #1407
On Memory Lane;

Quote:
Page 15

* Otter suddenly comes to the realization that he is alone. *

Otter: Gee.. Thanks guys.

Blue Meanie: You there! Why are you not in your uniform?

Otter: Uhhh....

* Suddenly in despiration, a song, a single song begins to caress the neurons and synapsies of otters brain...that song, "Blue" by Eiffel65. The hypnotic melody rolls over the blue hordes of destruction and they begin to bob and sway with the tune. Within minutes, the blue army is at Otters feet "worshiping" him as a bluish deity... *

Otter: Now this is more like it. http://216.105.160.32/html/biggrin.gif

Blue Meanies(In unison): What is thy bidding, oh crusty blue cheesiness?

Otter: Uhh... jump up and down!

* With that the Meanies begin to furiously bounce up and down as if they were of one mind. The combined weight of the Meanies causes the very earth to tremble underneath them. *

Otter: Ok...stop jumping. You have satisfied my command.

* The meanies stop and stand still as before. Otter thinks*, "Ya know, this has some use..."

* Otter spins to face Morris, points to him and cries out at the top of his lungs... *

Otter: ATTACK!!!!!!!

* The blue sea of fur ripples and flows across the gorge toward the puzzled cat. *

Morris: Uhhh...

*More after this commercial break...*


As the memory fades the heroes all glance around to catch one another bopping to the Eiffel 65 track, except Al Ciao who is outright boogieing with complete disregard for everyone else.

Choosing to ignore the embarrassing display from the former King of Hell, Losien turns to The Otter.


Losien: So... you have an army of Blue Meanies at your disposal?

The Otter: Well... I did. At the time.

Losien: Maybe you can call them back! We could use them!

The Otter: Yeah! That's a great idea! I can start my own Blue Man Group!!

Losien: Not quite... what I had in mind...

Quote:
Page 15

*Magneto's eyes begin glowing an erie red. His face begins to melt, falling away, revealing the vile BURBY 00 at the controls of a robotic Magneto body!*

Burby00: "You shall all pay dearly for your insolence! I, Burby00, shall tear you apart, molecule by molecule! The world shall tremble at the name of BURBY 00!"

Randy: "Hey, wait a minute, you're not Magneto at all, are you?!"

Burby00: "SILENCE, insolent fool! I shall destroy you for that!"

Randy: "Ok, go ahead."

Burby00: "I will unleash upon you the full force of the worst pain imaginable! You will beg to be put to death quickly, but I will not grant you this! For you, a death that takes a thousand years to complete will be heaven!"

Randy: "Yeah, ok, get on with it."

Burby00: "You will rot for eternity! With my own special blend of acids, I will burn your eyes out, slowly! Your skin will be removed by the most skilled of surgeons! You will be subjected to months and months of the most excruciating--"

Randy: "You're just waiting for me to make a daring escape, aren't you?"

Burby00, looking embaressed: "Yes. I'm sorry, the Pay-per-View people put me up to it! If I had my way, you'd be dead already!"

Sem: "I don't mean to interrupt, but Morris the Cat is returning, and it looks like he's just eaten all of the Blue Meanies..."


The Otter: Oh... :(
2012-06-15, 7:01 AM #1408
Quote:
* As our writers search themselves for ideas, Randy the Writer's eyes fall upon a small plastic case near the television. *

Randy the Writer: Hmmm......

* Randy the Writer races to his computer and begins to type furiously as the others watch the flatscreen carefully. *

* In story... *

* As our heros run from Morris they notice someone approaching the television in which they are trapped, The teenage individual produces a disc from a case and places it inside the gray box marked Playstation.
*

Sem: What tha???

Ante: It's..it's..Final Fantasy VII!!!

* The screen flickers and our heros find themselves upon a grassy plain surrounded by mountains and forests... *

Geb: Wow...

Krig: Ooooo...pretty.


Maeve: Wow... the Writers must really have been out of ideas to dredge this one up. From TV to Games. Who need to create something when you can just rip something else off.

Rachel: It's suddenly like fanfiction or something.

Arkng Thand: I would like to suggest that in actuality the NeS uses popular culture reference and jokes to-

Rachel: BORED!

Arkng Thand:
Since your time began with the NeS Heroes, Rachel, I have to confess I've noticed a rather lowering of standards in your attitude towards others.

Maeve: She's nice to me.

Soriel: And me.

The Otter:
And me. Or... she nice for me to look at anyway.

Maeve:
And me!

Soriel: And m-! Wait...

Arkng Thand: Do you honestly believe that you are the same woman that Gebohq fell in love with? Wasn't she much nicer, calmer and generally more pleasant than yourself?

Rachel: ...

Arkng Thand:
I thought so. It's no wonder he left you, girl.

A series of gasps from the various heroes resounds against the memory playing behind them.

Soriel: You should take that back, Old Man.

Arkng Thand: I simply stated a truth. I tell no lies.

Al Ciao: You shouldn't hurt her feelings like that, Master Thand.

Arkng Thand: Is that not exactly what she has been doing for some time now? Making fun of everyone? Putting them down? None of you have been completely spared Rachel's animosity and some, like Losien, have had it much worse than any other.

Losien: I...

Losien couldn't deny what Master Thand had said even if she didn't approve of labelling Rachel the way that the old man was. Rachel was callous and even mean at times but Losien didn't ever think Rachel was bad person. Not really. She was just hurt from Gebohq's rejection of her; even if she had had plenty of time to heal now.

Rachel didn't say a word to defend herself. She simply looks down to the ground in silent, miserable, contemplation.

Quote:
Page 15

*In the realms of Final fantasy, our heroes find themselves at a loss. Well, one hero anyways...*

Geb: So what's up with me always being the leader? To be honest, I haven't a clue what this place is like. Though this sword does rock...

Randy: That'll make it all the more intersting.

Ante: Oh yes, a leader who hasn't a clue what he's doing. Sounds like a real nice death wish for all of us...

Losien: *starting to brush Randy/Red's fur on his back with her hand* That's a good dog, yeees...

Randy: *to audience* And you were all wondering why I'd want to be this character.

Otter: *moving his hands over his new er...curvy body* I think I'm going to start to like this, a whoooole lot...

Maybe: *slapping Otter on the back of the head* Hey hey! This isn't the place to be doing that kind of stuff.

Otter: Well I can do it in private, and you're welcome to join me ;).

*Maybechild shivers and quickly steps away from TheOtter.*


Al Ciao: Wow, well that memory certainly took us from one mood extreme to another. Well done Otter for bringing us back up again before the end of the post.

The Otter: I'm available for commission, please book in advance.

Maeve: Wow... Otter. You were hot as a woman! I'd have totalled shagged you silly.

The Otter: :omg:

The Otter crosses his fingers, closes his eyes tightly and begins to pray with all his might;


The Otter: Please make me a woman again. Please make me a woman again. Please make me a woman again.

Suddenly a woman in a bright pink dress and wielding a fairy wand poofs into existence.

The Otter: YIPPEE!! MY FAIRY GODMOTHER!

Fairy Godmother: Actually I'm the Fairy Godmother of all NeS Heroes. I can grant you all just one single wish that you'd like to alter about yourselves. Just one mind. None of this, I wish for more wishes bollocks.

Maeve: Did our Fairy Godmother just swear?

Al Ciao: I think I saw her tuck a bottle of jin into her fairy skirts when she appeared too.

Fairy Godmother: Stop gossiping you pair or I'll give you both a clout.

Al Ciao and Maeve fall silent with fear on their faces.


Fairy Godmother:
So. What will it be? Who wants to make a wish?

The Otter: I WISH I HAD BOOBS!

Soriel: He's an idiot.

Maeve: Why doesn't he think first?

The Otter was submerged in a pink mist as the Fairy Godmother cast her spell. When the fog clears The Otter is revealed looking exactly as he was, complete in his manly glory - except he now also has breasts.

The Otter: Yes! I'm a woman! I have boobs!

Maeve: No... you're not.

The Otter puts his hand down his trousers.

Losien:
Otter!

The Otter: Uh-oh... :eek:
2012-06-15, 7:28 AM #1409
NSP: Gah! Posted this whilst Britt posted. Oh, well. Doesn't conflict too badly. ^-^

In the Massassi Writers offices! Britt the Writer, inspired by the heroes' trek down Memory Lane, is also reading through several old Writer logs.


[quote=Page 15]*Inside the Massassi offices...*

Geb: Good one Krig, bringing Burby in like that kept us from having to open another plot hole. Now we only need to get Darkside and "They" back into the picture, and perhaps some other forgotten bad guys...

Ante: BLARG! I can't think of any more ideas! The anime women keep distracting me...[/quote]

Britt the Writer fist punches the air.

Britt the Writer: YES! I am NOT the only one with an anime fetish!

Al Ciao the Writer: Dude, did you just admit to--

Britt the Writer: I plead the 2nd.

Al Ciao the Writer: Don't you mean the 5th?

Britt the Writer: Nope.

Al Ciao the Writer: But the 2nd amendment is the right to bear arms...

He breaks off, catching the sinister glint in the Britt the Writer's eye.

Britt the Writer: Exactly.

Al Ciao the Writer bites his lip. But then he thinks of a loophole!

Al Ciao the Writer: You're not American! You can't claim US amendments - you're a Brit in China!

Very calmly, Britt the Writer pulls out his safari rifle, idly polishing the stock. He eyes Al Ciao the Writer meaningfully.

Britt the Writer: Care to rephrase that?

Sullenly, Al Ciao the Writer returns to writing a post, whilst Britt the Writer, once he has cared for his rifle, returns to reading old Writer logs.

[quote=Page 15]Geb the Writer stares outside his window to see The Admiral's command Center's offices. Taking out his binoculars, Geb peers over into the windows.*

*His vision passes through many windows: One with a lab, with scantily-clad women creating Singleplayer levels for JediKnight and MotS, another with a well-endowed woman reviewing a level, and yet another with men like themselves, writing as they did, surrounded by women in bikinis.*

Geb: *to himself* Perhaps I should apply there...[/quote]

Britt the Writer: :omg: Why the hell did Geb not apply there!

Al Ciao the Writer: He did, but he was rejected.

Britt the Writer: So why didn't he keep applying?

Al Ciao the Writer: He did, but once he got in, he discovered that they didn't provide free pastries, and hightailed it back over here.

Britt the Writer: Why didn't YOU apply?

Al Ciao the Writer: Dude, I was a writer at The Admiral's Command Center before I ever started moonlighting for Massassi. Why do you think I was a powerplayer? Well-endowed, scantily clad women fawning over you tend to boost a man's ego.

Britt the Writer: Whatever. I'm gonna go apply now.

Al Ciao the Writer: I'm afraid that's out of the question.

Britt the Writer waves his rifle in the air.

Britt the Writer: *ahem* Care to rephrase that?

Al Ciao rolls his eyes, and gestures across the window. Britt the Writer peers out to see the The Admiral's Command Center writing offices boarded up and abandoned.

Britt the Writer: Damnit!

-----

In the Haunted House of Heroes, whilst Antestarr and Subaru are distracted by imminent labor and snickering over Evil Geb's womanly scream, the Swiss Whores Squad has taken the opportunity to dash inside the living room and snatch up the hapless Al Ciao, who is still in a coma-like state, as his mind is on Memory Lane.

The Swiss whore Arjeta hoists Al's limp form over her head like a trophy, and bellows, as a choir sings in Latin.


Arjeta: SANCTUARY! SANCTUARY!

The other two Swiss whores look at each other.

Swiss Whore #2: What?

Arjeta: You philistines don't watch Disney movies, do you?

Swiss Whore #3: Hey, wait, why did we get reduced to nameless, numbered characters?

Arjeta: Obviously, Al Ciao the Writer only remembers me. He's probably one of the men to whom I gave a night he'll never forget.

Before the writer can redress this assault on his dubious honor, Antestarr and Subaru notice the Swiss Whores' captive. Bellowing whilst a choir sings tends to draw attention to oneself.

Antestarr: Hold it right there!

Arjeta: Or what?

Antestarr bares his fangs.

Arjeta: Wow, nice canines you have there.

Subaru: Something you want to tell me, Ante?

Antestarr: Now's not really a good time.

Subaru and Antestarr try to grab Al Ciao's limp form from Arjeta, but she and the other two Swiss Whores play Monkey in the Middle with them, tossing Al's body back and forth between them.

-----

On Memory Lane!

Al Ciao: Wow, I have this strange feeling. Like I'm being carried... or cradled.

Inspired, he belts out a horribly off-key rendition of Martina McBride's "Safe in the Arms of Love". Little does he know how appropriate the song is... using the term "love" loosely, of course.

The other heroes stare at him, horrified and aghast, temporarily forgetting about Otter's transformation for the duration of the post.


[quote=Page 15]* As our heros run from Morris they notice someone approaching the television in which they are trapped, The teenage individual produces a disc from a case and places it inside the gray box marked Playstation. *

Sem: What tha???

Ante: It's..it's..Final Fantasy VII!!!

* The screen flickers and our heros find themselves upon a grassy plain surrounded by mountains and forests... *

Geb: Wow...

Krig: Ooooo...pretty.

* It is then that our heros notice that their cloths and forms have changed. Geb spies the massive sword in his hands and realizes that he is Cloud Strife. Ante tugs at his cape and finds that He is Vincent Valentine. Sem eyes the spear in his possesion and says, "Heh, Cid Highwinds the name, piloting is my game." Krig finds that his right arm is replaced with a large gun. "Krig is Barret" he says. Losien notices the staff in her hand and the dress she wears. "Aeris Gainsborough here. http://216.105.160.32/html/smile.gif " she says. Maybe notes her fingerless gloves and shapely form and says, "I'm Tifa!! Woohoo, I'm a girl, thanks Randy the writer!!! By the way, where is Randy?" "Down here..." comes a voice. All look to find a large, red-furred, lion-like creature. "..I'm Red XIII." says Randy. A teenage girl walks up looking sheepish. "Darn. I'm Yuffy." says Masetto. Masetto's spirits lift when he finds that Otter is worse off then he. "I'M CAIT SITH!!! AHHHHHHHRRRGGGG, RANDY!!!!" cries Otter. *

Maybe: I don't know, I think you look kinda cute. In a furry stuffed animal way. http://216.105.160.32/html/smile.gif

Otter: Shut up!

Geb: <snort> It's not..<choke>..that..<snicker>..bad.

Otter: You to!!

* Maybe walks over and hugs Otter *

Maybe: Just like a teddy bear. http://216.105.160.32/html/smile.gif

Otter: Uhh...I see your point Geb. http://216.105.160.32/html/biggrin.gif

Geb: Hey, that's not what I ment!

Maybe: Keep your shirt on Geb, I'm just making him feel better about himself.

Otter: ..and you suceeded with flying colors.[/quote]

Otter: Oyah! Even Maybe couldn't keep her mitts off me.

Losien: Considering you and she are maybe-dating now, you might want to avoid comments like that?

Suddenly, Otter's hero watch beeps! He answers the call.

Otter: Hello?

Maybe: *voice crackling through the speakers* Otts, hun, could you pick up some milk on your way home?

Otter: Sure, Mayb. I'll probably be late, though.

Maybe: S'okay. I'm out doing a Greenpeace rally, so I will be late getting home too. Love ya!

Otter: Love you... too...

As the call ends, he trails off, noticing all the other heroes staring at him, fighting rather unsuccessfully to keep the grins off their faces. He blushes a deep scarlet, from the back of his neck up to his cheekbones.

Otter: Erm...

Losien: AWWWWWWWW, Otter, that's so sweet!

Al Ciao: It's twue wove!

Losien and Al's comments are the only ones sincerely approving, although theirs make Otter feel worse than the jeers of the others.

Maeve: *snorting with laughter* Bahahahaha! Otter, you've gone native!

Amal: I no longer look up to you as a male role model, Otter.

Soriel: You've gone soft, man. Reclaim your warrior's stout heart!

Fred: Dude, you disgust me.

Losien: SILENCE, BLADE!

Carly: Pfft, men cheat on their honeys with me all the time, so it makes no difference to me.

Losien: SILENCE, CAPE!

[quote=Random memory of Soriel from a Random Page that is now being Randomly Revealed for the first time]Fred: I'd like to be buried to the hilt in her...[/quote]

Losien: SILENCE, MEMORY OF BLADE!

Fred: ......
2012-06-15, 7:39 AM #1410
In the Massassi Writers' offices, Al Ciao the Writer completes his post only to see that Britt the Writer has posted right before him!

Al Ciao the Writer: GAH!

Britt the Writer's voice floats over the top of the cubicles to him.

Britt the Writer: Oy! You tosser, did you even read my post?

Al Ciao the Writer: No! You posted that whilst I was writing my post! Doesn't conflict *too* badly though.

Britt the Writer: The memory you showed to the heroes on Memory Lane takes place BEFORE the second memory of MY post!

Al Ciao the Writer: Psh, you mixed up the order of some memories from like Page 13 or something.

Britt the Writer: And it's like everyone immediately forgets about Otter's... condition!

Al Ciao the Writer: Plotholes are your friend.

Britt the Writer: They're a better friend than you.

Al Ciao the Writer: I don't WANT to be your friend. Frankly, I find futanari even MORE disgusting than tentacles!

Britt the Writer: Pfft, I heard you laughing like a maniac over there as you read my post.

Al Ciao the Writer: I plead the whatever-number-the-amendment-is-that-I'm-referring-to.

Britt the Writer: The 5th?

Al Ciao the Writer: No, the one where prohibition was repealed...
2012-06-15, 7:54 AM #1411
In the Realm of the l33t.

Apple: That's a stupid name for a place.

Mayaal: This isn't a place.

Apple: Uh?

Mayaal: It's a concept.

Apple: Pompous jerk.

Mayaal:
What? Why!?

Apple:
Because only a pompous jerk would come up with a place that's actually a "concept".

Apple makes bunny-rabbit ears with her fingers and drawls out the word 'concept'.

Mayaal: God you're annoying.

Apple: Do you even believe in God? Isn't God a concept too?

Mayaal: Hush!

Apple: Don't hush me!

Mayaal: Shhhhh!

Apple: Don't shhhhh me either!

Mayaal: Quiet! Or I'll lock you in a closet.

Apple: I hope you never have kids...

Mayaal: Right, that's it!

Apple: Okay, okay! I'm quiet! Jesus...

Mayaal: Fine. Right. I need to go and get Evil Geb back here and back in chains. Note to self, check his trousers for butter.

Apple: You dirty old man.

Mayaal: You. Wait. Here.

Apple: No way!

Mayaal: Yes way.

Apple: Absolutely no way!

Mayaal:
Absolutely yes way!

Apple: No!

Mayaal:
Yes!

Apple: No!

Mayaal: Yes!

Apple: Yes!

Mayaal: No!

Apple: Fine.

Mayaal: N- Wait, what?

Apple: You said no, I'm not stay here.

Mayaal: No I didn't! I said n-... yes!

Apple: No. You just said no.

Mayaal:
Did... did you just trick me? With kids' logic!?

Apple: I am totally awesome and I know it.

Mayaal: Fine! Whatever! You're with me. Probably safer that way anyhow.

Apple: So, where are we going?

Mayaal: I detect his trail. He's... at the Haunted House of Heroes.

Apple: Wow... another stupidly named place.

----------

In the Haunted Hall of Heroes Antestarr, Krig the Viking, Subaru and Emperor Pi stand between the Swiss Whores Squad and their intent to murder Al Ciao, who is absent-body and is being carried around like a sack of spuds by the lead whore.

Emperor Pi: When he says "stands between" I do hope you're not implying I'm intentionally getting in the way? I'm really just here to drink tea and wait for my daughter to wake up. She always was so lazy as a teenager.

However in the next room Young, surrounded by Concubines, is giving birth to her child and the father, Evil Geb, holds her hand tightly (albeit with a desperate attempt at a stoic face as she crushes it).


Evil Geb: You'll be okay, Young.

Young: As long as you're here...

Mayaal:
Unfortunately you'll have to manage without him.

Young: Wha-?

Mayaal and Apple have appeared behind Evil Geb and the Hand of the NeS clamps his hand upon the younger man's shoulders. Before Evil Geb can attempt to escape Apple has pitched her fist into his stomach to keep him limber in Mayaal's clutches. The three of them vanish.


Young:
Nooooo!

Concubine #6: Come now dear, it's not that bad! You'd think you'd just turned into Darth Vader!

Concubine #1:
That was a really bad joke and I'm pretty sure she was upset because the father was just dragged away by some stranger.

Concubine #3: Probably his friend. They'll have gone to drink and celebrate I imagine. Remember the Emperor's parties? He'd come home with traffic cones on his head, every time. There aren't even any roads in the flying city!

----------

Mayaal, holding Evil Geb and Apple appear in the l33t again. Mayaal thrusts his hands down Evil Geb's trousers.

Apple: Whoa! Dude-on-dude action! So hard to come by!

Mayaal's hand retracts again, this time holding a clump of butter.


Mayaal: You won't be escaping again.

Evil Geb's former chains spring to life and wrap about his body, tying him down again. Still suffering from Apple's punch, Evil Geb doesn't put up much of a struggle as she's bound in the familiar bonds.


Mayaal: You are a danger to us all, Evil Geb. I won't allow you to roam free again. You're not of this world and you could seriously upset the stability of the NeS. Now be good. I must inform Bhac of these events and see how he's doing with this Detective Hawthorne.

Mayaal disappears, leaving Apple with Evil Geb.

Apple: The sod! He's bloody left me here after all! Wait 'til he comes back. I'm going to kick his arse.

Evil Geb: Why are you helping him?

Apple: ...Uh. I guess it's something to do? I'm kind of a prisoner here too but I've got a feeling I need the old codgers help.

Evil Geb: And you think taking me away from the birth of my child is justified by your own ailments?

Apple: Oi! I've got baby troubles too!

Evil Geb:
And that's what you need Mayaal's help with?

Apple: Yes. I need to get rid.

Evil Geb: I'll help you.

Apple: Yeah right.

Evil Geb: I need to be there! I'll help you! Let me guess it's some kind of magickal birth, right? Probably something to do with destiny, fate of the NeS or something?

Apple: Whoa, it's like you read the book.

Evil Geb: More like I've read the books. All of them. I know story convention very well. I'm one-hundred per-cent certain I can help you.

Apple: So I get you free from your chains, how do we get out of this place?

Evil Geb: Leave that to me.

Apple whips out a small hairpin and goes to work on the chains' locks. Evil Geb lies still, silently impressed by the woman's quick work. He might have made comment about the chains being some kind of magickal bonds that ought not to have been so easily opened with a hairpin but he figures the woman has a scent of destiny about her as well as her baby.

Despite having being bound for such a short time Evil Geb is very relieved to be free again. He does a short jog on the spot and exercises his arms.


Apple: Freak.

Evil Geb: That I am. But I'm also the freak that can save you. So that's Mr Freak to you. Or better yet I really like Evil G. It's all gansta, innit?

Apple: ... Right. Freak. What now?

Evil Geb: This.

A dark sword materialises in his hands. It appears much like the NeS Sword that Gebohq wields, only this one is less shiny, less bright.

Evil Geb: For someone so wise, Mayaal can be an idiot. He didn't look beyond the immediate problem of my escape. Unlike you, who asked straight away. Once out of the chains, what then?

With his sword he slices the ether and a tear in the fabric of reality forms. Even the l33t isn't immune to the power of Evil Geb's Dark NeS Sword.


Evil Geb: And through we go.

He grabs Apple's hand and pulls her through the tear. They arrive back in the HHH, just in time to see the baby coming.

Evil Geb: That's amazing!

Apple: That's gross!
2012-06-16, 10:28 PM #1412
Meanwhile (NeS count: Remember when this running joke first started? Oh the nostalgia...), back in Memory Lane, Losien and the others finally cross over into recollections of page 16...

Originally posted by Gebohq:
*In the writers' offices...*

Geb the Writer: Waaait a minute. Didn't you guys *points to Sem, Krig and Otter* jump out the window and escape? But you're here now, dressed as I am. And I'm not quite looking like Prince, Sting, or Boy George, but something out of The Scarlet Pipernickel.

Maybechild the Writer: The goddess that supported me changed that. Guess she forgot to erase your memory.

Krig the Writer: Krig's head hurts.

Maybechild the Writer: Well, you see, our universe as we know it is actually only one in an innumerable other ones, each different because of a certain event that has, is, or will happen in the universe. *pulls out a quantum physics book* This stuff is pretty interesting.

*Meanwhile, in the offices of the "gods"...*

Geb's god: No no, don't bore the audience with quantum physics.

Maybe's godess: I can do whatever I want thank-you-very-much.

Geb's god: Suit yourself. But my part stays.

*The camera pans back, zooming away from the gods, through the stars, and enlarges to become figures who still look vaguely familiar to the writers.*

Sem's equivilant: We weren't ever suppose to have personal messages with the gods. Now it's going to get confusing.

Otter's equivilant: It hasn't already?

Sem's equivilant: Uh-oh, the camera doesn't know when to stop now...

*The camera continues to zoom backwards, showing quicker and quicker the world of those controlling the gods controlling the writers controlling the characters, their universe, blackness, those in control of the previous people, their world, etc. The sound of tires squeling to a stop is made as the camera finally stops with a shot of the world. The camera zooms back in in a flash of colors, and we now see our heroes in the Never-ending Story. Spinning in all its magnificance before them is a mystical swirl.*

Losien: Oh wonderful, the "great" writers have screwed up again.

Sem: PLOT HOLE!!!!

*Everyone braces themselves as the mystical swirl embraces them. Somehow now, the events beforehand seem perfectly logical and continuous.*

Ante: So where were we?

Otter: Frozen in place?

Ante: Oh right.

*Our heroes now promptly paralyze, due to the use of the Gameshark.*

*In the writer's offices, the male writers have now seemed to have grown a knack for the clothing, especially since the nearby women seemed to like them for being "cultured and sophisticated". Krig the writer licks his hand and wipes his hair back as he follows one of the nearby...er..."interns".*

...Wha-? Oh yeah... What's going to happen to our heroes now? Er...blah blah blah, yakkity-smakkity, tune in next time...er..and stuff. Can I take my break now?

Maeve: Losien, I never took you for one to think little of anyone.

Al Ciao: Especially the writers! How could you--

Everyone glares at Al Ciao, and Al stops. Losien steps forward to stop everyone's glaring.

Losien: I was always told that the Writers are... well, bastards. If even my brother agrees, I do too.

Soriel: It's interesting that the events of the Writers are written as well in our story that they themselves write for us to see.

Rachel: That's because they're narcissistic. And utterly insane.

Soriel: Are there really powers above the Writers?

Rachel: Who knows? The Writers are so bat-**** crazy it's impossible for them to separate their fantasy from their reality.

Al Ciao: It's no wonder Antestarr made Young to defend us against the Writers.

Master Thand: Turn to Young at your own risk. She was made by those who the Writers control. It is their insanity that suspends disbelief - and thus their real lives - from crashing down upon us.

Maeve: Oy, old man! Shouldn't you be tossing rhetorical riddles like "Who is the dreamer and who is the dream?" After all, who's to say we're not just as real in our own way?

Master Thand: Would it make you feel better to identify with that lie?

The silence stifles everyone else's attempts to object. Amal courageously (with the help of some liquid courage that is) breaks the silence as he holds Losien's hand.

Amal: Love is true, and that is enough for me.

Losien: Yeah, about that, we still need to talk, Amal...
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2012-06-17, 5:54 AM #1413
Back with the birthing scene Young is now holding her newborn baby boy. She wiggles her fingers down at him and he stares up with wide eyes.

Evil Geb: He seems to have good vision for such a little thing.

Young: That's because he's special.

Evil Geb: All parents say that.

Young shoots Evil Geb a sudden glare and Evil Geb falls silent. The Concubines are busy cleaning the room, changing bedsheets and cleaning the mother.

Concubine #3: All we need to do now is clean your baby.

Young: His name's Chance.

Evil Geb: It is!?

Young: Yes!

She again casts a death glare at the father.

Evil Geb: It's a very... cool... name. Yeah...

Concubine #6: It's good to see you have the father under control, Ms Young. I wish the same could be said of our husband.

Concubine #2: I don't think we really need any control with the Emperor, Concubine #6. He's fairly complacent. I gave one of our sons a magickal cape to make him fly around the Floating City and he just asked me to make sure he didn't fly too far...

Concubine #1: And when our eldest son wanted to marry that window the Emperor actually arranged the whole wedding and gave away the window!

Concubine #4: Maybe we should have encourage him to have more of a role in our children's lives...

Young glances at Evil Geb with an expression that apologised but still told him she was in charge. Evil Geb is somewhat surprised by the change in the blue-haired woman, how she was suddenly so protective.


Concubine #2 took Chance, though it took a moment for Young to give him up.

Concubine #2: Aw. Look at his blue eyes and blonde hair. How adorable. Let's get him cleaned up.

----------

Gebohq the Writer: Hey! I said he shouldn't have blonde hair! The mother has blue hair and the father has auburn hair! No blonde!! And blue eyes!?

Britt the Writer slaps Gebohq the Writer with a pregnancy magazine.

Britt the Writer: Don't you think I know all of this? Apparently you don't know much about babies. Often they have very light hair that will darken as they get older. Their eyes are almost always blue at birth and will also change colour. Also I should point out that if any grandparents have blonde hair, there's still a chance that Chance... will also have blonde hair.

Gebohq the Writer: No blonde-haired grandparents.

Britt the Writer: Right then! So the baby's hair will change colour when he's older! Stop complaining.

Gebohq the Writer: You know this is only a story, right? It doesn't have real-world rules.

Britt the Writer: Yes well, leaving it open means any necessary changes can be enacted as we see fit later. Like the hair colour. Oh and while we're on the topic of Young and her baby...

Britt the Writer holds up character sheets.

Britt the Writer: Isn't Young a little young for all this? Sixteen? And Gebiyl-

Gebohq the Writer: Evil Geb.

Britt the Writer: Is technically several thousand years old. Quite an age gap! But if we go by physical appearance, he's still twenty-five. Which is still an age gap. In America I'm pretty sure that'd be illegal, you know?

Gebohq the Writer: Uh...

Britt the Writer: Just thought I'd point out how... distasteful this whole thing really is.

Gebohq the Writer: Really...?

Britt the Writer: Yes. It's totally awesome.

Gebohq the Writer: Huh?

Britt the Writer: Think of the dramatic implications! Two star-struck lovers separated by such a massive age gap. He's evil, she's good. Separated by their houses... I mean... sides of the... Force... or whatever.

Gebohq the Writer: You are forbidden.

Britt the Writer: From what!?

Gebohq the Writer: Turning this into Romeo & Juliet.

Britt the Writer:
Damn...

----------

Apple: Okay, okay. Congratulations, you have an incredibly annoying noise-maker to make you both feel better about yourselves. What now? I still need your help, Evil G.

Young: Who's she?

Apple: I am Apple.

Young: What do you want with him?

Apple: None of your business.

Young: You want to take away the father of my child. It is my business.

Evil Geb: Wow. Who knew being a father meant all this excess baggage. Look, Young, I agreed to help Apple with her own baby trouble-

Evil Geb points to Apple's already showing bump.

Evil Geb: Magickal pregnancy. Needs an expert. Like me. But. Before I leave on this crazy adventure, I must brag!

Apple: Brag?

Evil Geb: Brag!

He takes the now clean Chance and bursts from the side room.

Evil Geb: I HAVE A BABY BOY!!!

He stares down the corridor at the gathering of heroes and whores.

Apple: Great way to start the boy's life... surrounded by whores.

The Whores use the momentary distraction to make a run for it. Unfortunately they aren't as fast as Antestarr and his new-found vampiric talents and he once again blocks their route, this time the front doors.

Apple: Looks like a fun place, this Hero troupe.

Evil Geb: Yeah, not really my deal either. But this is good for us. Oi, you!

Krig: Krig?

Evil Geb: Yes, you. Take my baby back to Young. I need to use this momentary distraction that I inadvertently caused to further my own ends.

Krig: Baby.

Evil Geb: Yes. Baby.

Evil Geb hands the baby to Krig and begins to run down the corridor from whence the whores and heroes had come. Then he stops and turns;

Evil Geb: And do not eat that baby, Krig!

He then continues to head down the passage, along with Apple, until they come to the comatose heroes.

Evil Geb: Here's the answer to your dilemma.

Apple: A bunch of students who drank too much at their frat party?

Evil Geb: They're NeS Heroes. And more importantly that one is the Main Character of the NeS.

He points towards the beautiful but sleeping figure of Losien. Apple looks at Losien for a long moment then turns back to Evil Geb.


Apple:
And?

Evil Geb smirks, a smirk that is not void of wickedness.


Evil Geb: Well, let me put it like this. You cannot get rid of your pregnancy. You must give birth to a child.

Apple: So you can't help me after all?

She appears angry and our readers may suspect her intent to take out her anger upon our semi-reformed villain.

Evil Geb:
I can't stop you having a child but I can help you with the question of the father. You do not want Highemperor's child, am I right? Highemperor is a old-powergamer character that would give you a child of equal potential and you'll find yourself under both his thumb and possibly High Imp's. You're going to have a very tough time and forever be embroiled in plots of evil and darkness.

Apple: Great...

Evil Geb: Or we can change the father.

Apple: Right. To someone good, you mean?

Evil Geb: That's right. But you can't just go changing the father of a baby willy-nilly. Else so many babies would actually be the children of Brad Pitt or Denzel Washington.

Apple: I have a sudden and horrible feeling I know where this craziness is going.

Evil Geb: That's right. You need the overriding power and force of the Main Character.

Apple: Who's a woman.

Evil Geb: Currently, yes. Shame for you it wasn't a few pages ago you'd have gotten Gebohq.

Apple: You?

Evil Geb: No, my "good" counter-part. Tough luck. So, all we need to do is draw Losien's blood, like so-

He pulls out a syringe, seemingly from nowhere, and drains a portion of Losien's blood.

Evil Geb: And insert it into you. The overriding precedence of the Main Character will definitely... probably overtake all others and change the father of your child from Highemperor to Losien.

Evil Geb moves to plant the syringe into Apple's arm.

Apple: No!

Evil Geb: What? Why?

Apple: She's a girl! A woman! A chick! A bird! A dudette!

Evil Geb: Welcome to the 21st Century, darling. Now hold still.

Apple: No way! How does this even help me!? I don't want a child! Anybody's child! Highemperor's or Losien's!

Evil Geb: C'mon! With Losien's baby, you'll have it much, much easier! And you can probably palm the baby off on any number of NeS Heroes and never actually have to raise the kid yourself. Plus...

He suddenly jabs Apple with the needle and plunges the blood into her. Apple jumps back but not fast enough.

Evil Geb: -it's pretty fun for me to watch things play out afterwards. Now I confess it's actually only a fifty-fifty chance.

Apple: What!?

Evil Geb: You'll need to be exposed to specific circumstances to lean your child in either direction. So doing heroic, good things with the NeS Heroes will give you Losien's child, I guess. Doing extreme things or overly dramatic things gives you a powerplayer's baby.

Apple: This is insane. You *******.

Evil Geb: Hey! I helped you out! At least it's a fifty-fifty chance. Plus, the clue is in my name, babe.

Evil Geb twirls the syringe in his fingers and saunters back down the corridor towards Young's room, leaving Apple alone with the unconscious NeS Heroes.

Apple: How did all of this happen to me?
2012-06-18, 8:01 AM #1414
Krig is awkwardly holding baby Chance. The diminutive Viking's attempts at cooing are really more like animalistic growls. Chance doesn't seem to mind though; his gaze is rapt upon the Swiss Whores - who suddenly notice the baby in their midst.

Arjeta: AUGH! A baby!
Swiss Whore #2: Lemme out of here!

Babies being inimical to a whore's lifestyle, the Swiss Whores frantically toss Al's form at Antestarr and hightail it out of there.

Antestarr: Huh. Women running from you already, kid. Can't say that bodes well for you.

The Concubines spill out of Young's room and surround Krig, oohing and aahing at Chance, who smiles.

Antestarr: On the other hand...

Subaru Dope Slaps Antestarr, who despite his new NeSferatu-given toughness, winces.

Subaru: Oy! Did you forget about me?

Antestarr: No...

Subaru: You were thinking about that OTHER blue-haired *****, weren't you?

Antestarr: No!

Subaru softens.

Subaru: Okay. I'm sorry, Ante, I just missed you.

She embraces him. Ante, never one for cuddling, hugs back awkwardly.

Subaru: So now, aren't you gonna tell me what happened to you?

Antestarr briefly considers. Somehow, he doesn't think telling his girlfriend that his ex-girlfriend was involved is a good idea.

Antestarr: You have a compact?

Subaru looks at him oddly, then pulls out her compact and hands it to him. Antestarr opens it, and angles the mirror so that it shows his reflection - or lack thereof - to Subaru.

Subaru: Oh. Succinct.

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[quote=Page 16]Geb: Sha-weet! I can moon-jump!

*As Geb started to float in the air, Zophar emits a powerful blue laser beam at him, but it appeared to have no effect.*

Geb: Invul, niiice.

*Geb takes a careless punch at the huge cylinder, which promptly flashes as if injured and crashes into the water below.*

Geb: I am the chosen one!

Ante: No you're not. We all just have hacks on.[/quote]

Maeve: Whoa! Los, you mean to tell me that... the only reason you're the Main Character is cuz you've hacked into the Matrix?

Losien: Well...

Amal: I thought it had something to do with bloodink?

Thand: And now you see the falsehood of your so-called 'heroism'.

Al Ciao bursts out laughing.


Thand: This amuses you?
Al Ciao: All the centuries my Hulk-side spent trying to distill the essence of destiny, and it just turns out the Simons know cheat codes. Classic.
Otter: Simon? Who's Simon?

It is Maeve's turn to dope slap someone.

Maeve: That's Losien's last name!

Otter: See, I woulda remembered that, except that all that slapping I've been subject to over the pages isn't exactly good for my memory.

Soriel: I'll say, all those sham memories you sexamified.

Otter: I prefer the term "alternately remembered", thank you.

[quote=Page 16]THE OPERA

*Geb appears center stage as the Curtains rise. He sings with orchestral accompanyment, while wearing a herald's uniform.*

Geb:
Sing me your song O Muse of wonder,
thy saddest song known by thy breath,
Sing soft as rain, loud as thunder,
of a tale full of betrayal and death.

*Maybe appears on a descending platform Upstage Center, dressed as a Muse in a flowing white garnment*

Maybe:
This is the sad, sad tale I shall sing,
The tale full of death and betrayal;
I shall sing of Krig the Viking,
And of a friendship gone sour and stale.

*The curains close as the orchestra plays the cadence to the end of the song. Soon the curtains re-open and Krig is CS, and is (Oddly enough) dressed as a viking, ready for combat. Other vikings surround him, similarly dressed for battle.

Krig:
Me Krig! Me your king!
You kill them!
You kill like fierce viking!
You kill Sem!

*Sem appears dressed as a Roman Official [hehe] with dozens of Roman soldiers behind him*

Vikings:
We kill! We kill them!
We kill the romans
And the evil Sem!

We kill! We kill them!
WE kill the romans
And the evil Sem!

Sem:
Yonder is the foolish foe!
Over there by the large tree!
Win men win! You all know
that if you don't I shall say "ni!"

Shall say "Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..."

*Enter Maybe as the Muse from UL, gracefully walking across the platform against the back of the stage. All other action on stage is frozen.*

Maybe:
Alas poor Krig knew not at all
of the battle that he was to endure;
That all of his men would fall--
All except for Masetto, the Traitor....

*All exit as Masetto Enters DR, dressed in a viking outfit. He is surrounded by ten women-- five dressed in white, the other five in black, the colors representing the moral and immoral aspects of his mind.*

Masetto:
Krig the villan, Krig the hero!
Krig the Generous? Ha!-- Krig the Thief!
He gets all the credit-- I get zero!
Of this torture I must get relief....

Its time to kill, time to plunder
all the greatness and good he does get,
Its time to tear his image asunder
and give it me, who deserves it!

I shall--[/quote]

Rachel: Wow, that was... actually cultured. In a vaguely distant way. What happened after that?

Otter: Defenestration. :(

Amal: What?

Otter: The other Writers didn't like the Opera, so they cast Masetto the Writer's herald out of heaven.

Thand: That is a needlessly theological embellishment.

Al: I thought the opera was rather good...

[quote=Page 75]Page 75[/quote]

Maeve: Whoa! Quite a leap thar.

Amal: I smell a plot device.

Losien: Exactly, Amal. I shall use my destined powers as Main Character--

Rachel: You mean, your Matrix hacks.

Losien: --to see what is happening!

She pulls a laptop out of Hammerspace and starts typing furiously, as she slices the code of the NeSian Matrix.

Al: Um, how exactly, did we miss that laptop before?

Losien: Oops!

She pulls a plothole out of her pocket, and suddenly all the other heroes see is Losien standing there with a far away look in her eyes, as if communing with the NeS.

Otter: Wow. That explains a lot.

Rachel: Even I didn't catch that trick before now.

Maeve: She seems strangely more competent this post...

Amal: She was always competent, just not as... confident.

Soriel: She's growing into her new role. Well done, Los.

Losien: Okay. It turns out that Al Ciao the Writer is trying to establish some newly revealed background.

[quote=Page 75]In a story far removed from the NeS--[/quote]

Maeve: What! How can we have a memory that's not even an NeS memory?

Soriel: Who knows? Enough with the interruptions already, let's watch this.

[quote=Page 75]In a story far removed from the NeS, Al Ciao darts from the cover of a bush--[/quote]

Otter: Great. Another Al Ciao backstory post. He wasn't even HERE on page--

Soriel: Zip it!

[quote=Page 75]In a story far removed from the NeS, Al Ciao darts from the cover of a bush at twilight, running into what appears to be an abandoned shack. A ray of the setting sun catches his hair, currently a rakishly-styled black with red highlights - for at this point in time, he still has his hair-manipulation powers - and then he closes the shack door behind him, pressing his ear to the rotten wood to listen for signs of pursuit. Hearing nothing, he sighs with relief and turns--

To see a revolver pointed at his face.

Apple: Who are you, and what are you doing here?

Al Ciao weighs his options.

(A) Try to disarm the woman, and be shot.

(B) Try to pull a James Bond seduction on the woman, and be shot.

(C) Try to lie, and be shot.

(D) Make a flippant, nonchalant remark, and be shot.

(E) Opt for the truth... with a 50/50 chance of still being shot, given the look on the woman's face.

Al Ciao: I'm hiding from someone.

Apple: Is your name Smithers?

Al Ciao: It's Al Ciao...

Satisfied, Apple holsters her gun.

Apple: Good. Cuz Smithers is my latest mark.

Al: Mark?

He eyes her stance, her black leather outfit, the weapons strapped to various places across her body.

Al: An assassin?

Apple arches an eyebrow.

Apple: Any complaints?

Al: Nope. In fact, I'm glad. I feel safer.

She cocks an eyebrow curiously.

Apple: Who's chasing you?

Al considers his options again.

(A) Don't answer, and be shot.

(B)--

Apple seems to catch on to his internal monologue, and interrupts his train of thought.

Apple: Just tell me already. I won't shoot you.

Al: Whew! Um, well, it's a cabal of powerplayers.

Apple: Oh, good. I was afraid you were gonna say you were running from the assassin's guild I'm currently affiliated with.

Al: Well, it wouldn't matter if I was, since you weren't gonna shoot me.

Apple: Oh, I could still stab you.

Al blanches.

Apple: So what do they want with you?

Al: Er... I used to be their leader.

Apple gives him a double-take.

Apple: You? I've met a few powerplayers in my time, hun, and I can tell you're not one.

Al: I used to be.

The rising moon beams through a crack in the boarded up window, revealing Al and Apple's hair to each other -- both black with red highlights. They blink.

Apple: I don't know whether to love you or hate you.

Al: Yeah?

Apple: You have great sense of style, but you're ripping me off.

Al: Erm, I can change it, if you like.

Apple laughs. Despite her appearance, it's a warm, rich sound.

Apple: Nah, keep it. Looks good on you. I'm Apple by the way.

Al's powers of melodrama come to the fore, and he takes Apple's hand to press it to his lips and murmur, Enchante.

Well, he would have, if Apple hadn't immediately kneed him in the gut.

Apple: Oops! Sorry, reflex reaction.

Al: *gasp WHEEZE*

Apple laughs again.

Apple: You're alright, Al.

She eyes his hair appreciatively.

Apple: Lying in ambush is always dull work, so what say we spice up the night a bit?[/quote]

The other heroes stare agog at Al.

Soriel: Good God, Al, is there any woman you won't bone?

Fred: I don't think I like this guy very much. He's totally stealing my action!

Carly: Well, I'm starting to like him. He can wrap his bone in me any time he--

Losien: SILENCE, CAPE!

The other heroes ignore Losien's outburst, used as they are to this.

Otter: My man! I never knew you were such a man whore!

Maeve: For real. I might have to sex you up--

Al: :D

Maeve: --if it weren't for the fact that I find you hideous.

Al: :gonk:

Rachel smacks Al with a frying pan.

Al: Ow! What was that for?

Rachel: All this sexing up women. It reeks of powerplaying.

Al: Hey, that's on my writer, not me.

-----

Britt the Writer: Okay, Al, you even fingered yourself there. What gives?

Al Ciao the Writer: I'm just following up on YOUR subplot with Apple and her baby.

Britt the Writer: What, you're suggesting it's not High Imp's injection that impregnated her, but that liaison before Apple and Al entered the NeS?

Al Ciao the Writer: Maaaaaaybe...

Britt the Writer: You're gross.

Al Ciao the Writer: Awesome, isn't it?

Britt the Writer: Totally!

SMACK!

Al Ciao the Writer slumps to the floor of the Massassi offices, unconscious. Behind him is Rachel the Writer, wielding her well-dented frying pan.


Britt the Writer: The hell? There is no Rachel the Writer.

Rachel the Writer smirks at him as she pulls out a neuralyzer.

Rachel the Writer: And that will remain the official party line.

FLASH!
2012-06-20, 10:10 AM #1415
Quote:
The powerful group of heroes stands in a dark void. The only thing visible is the heroes, everything else is a pitch black void.

Maybe: "Where are we?"

Geb: "I'm not sure, but I think someone's turned off the television."

Otter: "Which would explain the lack of background! Of course!"

Sem: "Hey, what's that off in the distance? Can it be... is it... it IS!"

Geb: "We've found it! THE HOLY HAND REMOTE!"

Maybe: "Didn't that get destroyed a while back?"

Geb:"Well, if it's not the HHR, it's a remote just like it!"

*Our heroes take off running, through the inky blackness. Despite the fact that Krig's legs were the shortest of the group, and when he runs he looks like a duck, Krig reaches the HHR first.*

Krig: "Krig got it!"

Geb: "Wait Krig, don't push any of the buttons!"

*Krig pushes a random button.*

All: "NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"

*There is a lot of flashy special effects, which clear to reveal our heroes standing in front of a small television set in a small wooden shack.*

Geb: "Can it be? Are we finally free of the television?"

Randy: "Woa, so this is what reality's like, eh?"

Losien: "Hey, guys, where are we?"

*Ante looks out of the shacks small window.*

Ante: "We're back at the Arena, guys! Does that place follow us around or something?"


Losien: So that quest came to an end... eventually.

Maeve: I seriously think we should burn The Arena down. I'm so sick of seeing it.

The Otter: You know, I think it has been burnt down a few times before. It just kind of... comes back.

Maeve: Because the Writers are unimaginative muppets.

Rachel: Much like this storyline. I mean has much even happened? Mostly it's just been us commenting on copy-pasted quotes from earlier pages. Bone-idle.

Amal: And why have the NeS Heroes always been so useless? Back then and now?

Soriel: Speak for yourself, Amal. I happen to be awesome.

Amal: Even if you could still use your sword, you're a borderline psychopath-

Al Ciao: Borderline?

Amal: With the social skills of a turnip.

Al Ciao: That's probably an insult to turnips everywhere.

Soriel: I ought to beat you both into a bloody pulp!

Amal: See!?

Fred, Teh Uber Blade: Oi, tuts! Tell auld Soriel to do it! We need less danglers around here!

Losien: Danglers?

Fred, Teh Uber Blade: Yeah, you know? Men?

Losien: Uh...

Carly, the Cape: No one taught you the birds and the bees yet Losien, dear? You see, little boys have this pee-pee-

Losien: OKAY! I get it now! Thanks you two!

Fred, Teh Uber Blade: We already know she knows exactly where to but those birds and bees, right? We got to watch the full scene in the laundromatte, remember?

Losien: I can't go five minutes without sex popping up, can I?

Everyone Else: :huh:

Losien: Damn.

----------

In the world of the Writers Britt the Writer storms out of his office and slams his hand upon Al Ciao the Writer's desk.

Britt the Writer: YOU!! Ho- oh... where is he?

Al Ciao the Writer comes in stuffing his face with doughnuts.


Al Ciao the Writer: Hey there buddy! :D

Britt the Writer attacks Al Ciao the Writer with a random turnip.

Al Ciao the Writer: ARGH! NO! MY DOUGHNUTS!

Britt the Writer: They're Geb's doughnuts anyway!

Al Ciao the Writer: But it took me ages to steal them! Why are you attacking me anyway!?

Britt the Writer: This whole Britt the Writer is into weird sex stuff has got to stop.

Al Ciao the Writer: Why?

Britt the Writer: Because a) it's not true and b), which is more important, I'm beginning to loose comprehension of the weird crap you're coming up with!

Al Ciao the Writer: You mentioned tentacle porn first!

Britt the Writer: That's a common troupe of hentai. Everyone knows what that stuff is! Fukawakis, however...

Al Ciao the Writer: A what?

Britt the Writer: Fookawookie.

Al Ciao the Writer: WHAT!?

Britt the Writer: Frigawanky.

Al Ciao the Writer: Whaaaaaaaaaaaat!? :omg:

Britt the Writer: See!? I don't even know what the Hell it's called. Hold on, I have it written down... Futanari.

Al Ciao the Writer: Ooooooooh. I see.

Britt the Writer:
...

Al Ciao the Writer: ...

Britt the Writer: That's all you have to say!?

Al Ciao the Writer: What else should I say?

Britt the Writer:
I had to look that up you know? I actually searched for it on Google.

Al Ciao the Writer snickers. Britt the Writer leans close to Al Ciao the Writer threateningly.

Britt the Writer: I'm onto you, mate.

Britt the Writer jabs Al Ciao the Writer's chest.

Britt the Writer: Passing off your own little nasties on me! I've got my eye on you.

Al Ciao the Writer: Uh... are you sure that's wise if I'm looking at futanari pictures?

Britt the Writer: :gonk:. Fair point.
2012-06-21, 1:19 AM #1416
Britt the Writer sneaks up to Al Ciao the Writer's cubicle. He waits. He listens. He pounces!

Britt the Writer: AHA! I CAUGHT YOU! Your filthy pervert! Looking at pictures of... of... Doughnut-girls?

Al Ciao the Writer: Uh... it's not what it looks like?

Gebohq the Writer: Girls with doughnuts!!? Sounds like my kind of porn!!

Britt the Writer: Uh... no. Not girls with doughnuts. Girls who are doughnuts... :huh:

Gebohq the Writer: Actually, I'm not sure if I find that even more arousing or not...

Britt the Writer: You and your doughnut addition. It's becoming a serious problem!

Gebohq the Writer begins to weep and running away screaming;

Gebohq the Writer: NO ONE UNDERSTANDS ME!!!

----------

On Memory Lane, always one page ahead of the Main Cast of Characters, is KnowSoul as he continues his journey to locate the source of the NeS and crush it under his heel. As he walks someone approaches.

Michael McFarlane: It is time.

KnowSoul: McLongname...

Michael McFarlane: It's McFarlane. You can't use gags, you're supposed to be an uber-villain.

KnowSoul:
Point taken. We will allow you to continue being the characterised villain.

Michael McFarlane:
Allow me? Actually that's why I'm here. You are... pointless.

KnowSoul:
Explain yourself.

Michael McFarlane: I'm clearly the superior antagonist in the current plot and yet I'm the servant of you? For apparently no real reason other than keeping the plot focused. No I decided it was time for a change. I'll accept your cause as my own and continue onwards without you. I'm able to flit back and forth when I feel like it too and none of the Heroes will remember me. So it's an all-win scenario for me.

KnowSoul: You cannot.

Michael McFarlane: Actually...

Michael McFarlane skips towards KnowSoul jovially.

Michael McFarlane: I think you'll find that I can.

Mist engulfs the ominous figure of KnowSoul and almost instantly the entity that was once formed was gone from the NeS and its archives. Instead DarkSide and Tsolo return; the entity of the darkness of characters and the avatar of loss.


Michael McFarlane: And now you two are working for me.

Tsolo: We are? Why would we do that?

Michael McFarlane: You won't remember it, but you are now in service to me. If you do not wish for it, I can always... ease your burden by removing you from the NeS... permanently.

DarkSide: We are not a pawn to be commanded by Forgotten Characters. We are DarkSide. A force within the NeS.

Michael McFarlane: A force for the darkness of characters. And that is exactly what I wish from you. Expose the darkness of the NeS Heroes who are travelling along Memory Lane. Explore their darkest capabilities.

Tsolo: And me?

Michael McFarlane: You are with me... for now.

DarkSide turns from Michael and Tsolo, instantly forgetting that they were ever present. However he understands one powerful drive from their forgotten encounter; to expose the darkness within.

One page back the NeS Heroes' minds alter as KnowSoul is removed from the plot and instead they understand that they are pursuing several dark entities throughout Memory Lane. Soriel recalls that it was Tsolo who had injured his arm.
2012-06-21, 1:58 AM #1417
The Main Cast of Characters are about to engage with another memory from page 16 when someone suddenly appears.

Al Ciao: Oh my God, it's Dar-

Apple: What were you about to say?

Al Ciao: Uh... well apparently it doesn't matter because I was wrong.

Apple: Hey, don't I know you?

Al Ciao: Erm... I'm not sure. There are so many!

Rachel clouts Al Ciao.

Rachel: You know exactly who she is. She's the tart you were copping off with in that last memory.

Al Ciao: Oooooooooh yeah. That's right!

Apple: So the past comes to haunt me now or all times?

Amal: How did you get here?

Apple:
I guess the same way as you lot. I was there with your bodies-

Maeve: Now I like the sound of that.

Apple: - And I had to make a choice... so I came here. I suppose I must be an unconscious body back in the real world now too.

Al Ciao: Hur hur hur, real world.

Losien: What choice? Why are you here? I don't think you're a NeS Hero are you?

Apple: I'm definitely not a loser Hero, no! I'm here because... well... Losien. That's you right?

Losien: Yes...

Apple: You're the father of my child! Probably.

Everyone (except Maeve and Thand): :omg:

Arkng Thand: :huh:

Maeve: Awesome! :awesome:

Apple proceeds to explain her situation to the NeS Heroes regarding her unborn child and the potential parentage. Either the child of Losien will be born or the child of Highemperor.

Al Ciao: Wait, maybe I got you knocked up!?

Arkng Thand: The time frame wouldn't work. That was Page 25 of NeS Squared.

Maeve: The what now?

Arkng Thand: Shh! Don't interrupt my explanation. The young Apple here, as she stated, didn't show signs of being pregnant until after this High Imp inserted Highemperor's DNA into her. And she does appear to be going through a very rapid pregnancy. We might also consider the time frame of Young's pregnancy, or even the pregnancy of Mia your own former lover and correlate then that Apple could not be carrying your child.

Al Ciao: Yes she is! I'm Highemperor! Sort of.

Arkng Thand: Sort of. And it would seem that Losien wants the baby to be raised properly.

Losien: I do?

Arkng Thand: Do you?

Losien: ... Yes. Yes I do. I will be the father to your baby, Apple! And she-

Al Ciao:
Or he.

Losien: Will be a true NeS Hero!

Al Ciao: How do I make the baby mine again?

Apple: Melodrama mostly. I think.

Soriel: You want another baby? How many do you already have!?

Even as they discuss the possible course for Apple's unborn child, a dark presence looms on the sidelines; DarkSide.

----------

Al Ciao the Writer: Hey, does this mean I can make Losien a futanari?

Britt and Gebohq the Writers: :gonk:

Al Ciao the Writer: What? It's not like I can make Apple one, she's pregnant. And she totally jumped in the sack with my character.

Britt the Writer: Okay Geb, I'll feed your doughnut addiction if you kill Al.

Gebohq the Writer: ... But we need writers.

Britt the Writers: You need doughnuts.

Gebohq the Writer: Okay. It's a deal.

Gebohq the Writer runs after Al Ciao the Writer, who is fleeing whilst screaming like a five-year-old-girl, wielding a roast-chicken.
2012-06-21, 7:17 AM #1418
As Gebohq the Writer chases the girlishly yelping Al Ciao the Writer, suddenly a little girl steps in front of Geb the Writer and kicks him in the shins! Geb the Writer goes flying head over heels, crashing into an abandoned cubicle that once belonged to Randy the Writer, by the looks of the miniature X-Wing models in it.

Geb the Writer: YEEEOUCH!

Collapsed in an upside down heap, he regards the kid, who is glaring at him.

Little Girl: He is NOT screaming like a five year old girl.

Geb the Writer: He's... not?

To demonstrate what a five year old girl's scream really sounds like, she lets out an earpiercing, glass-shattering scream. Stars appear before Geb's eyes at the force of it. Satisfied, the kid skips out. Meanwhile, Al the Writer finally realizes he's no longer being pursued.

Al the Writer: Whew!

He goes back to his cubicle, where Britt the Writer is sitting at his computer.

Al the Writer: You're at my computer? Again?

Britt the Writer: Well, I thought you were about to be deceased.

Al the Writer: Well, get off. And I do NOT like futanari. I just happen to have some anime-loving friends who have... forcibly educated me.

Britt the Writer: Okay...?

Al the Writer: That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.

Britt the Writer: Well, I know you don't actually like futawookies.

Al the Writer: Oh. Well, good.

Britt the Writer scoots the chair back from Al's computer screen.

Britt the Writer: ...because I've just discovered what you *really* like.

Al the Writer's eyes widen as his deepest, darkest secret is revealed.

In full-color, HD, 72" inch glory, his secret folders of pregnant porn are revealed.


Britt the Writer: No frickin' wonder you like your character to knock up chicks.

He pulls some crude drawings out a hidden drawer within Al the Writer's desk drawer.

Britt the Writer: A blue-haired pregnant girl? A pregnant redhead? A pregnant African-American with red highlights? Good God, Al. You're turning the NeS into your personal fetish playground. This has got to stop!

Al the Writer: Weeeeeell... I could go back to my powerplaying.

Britt the Writer: And I could pull out my safari rifle again.

Al the Writer: Crapcakes.
2012-06-21, 7:37 AM #1419
On Memory Lane!

Fairy Godmother: Did you lot forget I was here? Is this the thanks I get for my wish-granting?

Otter: *grumble grumble*

Fairy Godmother: Don't fret, dearie, I can always undo that.

Thand: The Writer has already invoked Negative Continuity, for which I believe we are all thankful.

Soriel: Al's probably not thankful.

Al Ciao shoots Soriel a glare.

Fairy Godmother: Aight then, how bout another wish?

Otter: Ooh, ooh! I know what I want now!

Everyone rolls their eyes.

Apple: You don't know when you're licked, do ya mate?

Otter ignores her and goes over to consult with the Fairy Godmother. There is a burst of pink mist, and Otter comes back.

Otter: You blokes wanna see something nifty?

Losien eyes him askance.

Losien: If it's something Fred or Carly would find nifty, then no.

Otter: No worries, babe. Take a gander at THIS!

He produces a tiny little man in a tiny tuxedo, who proceeds to sit down on a tiny piano bench and play a lovely tune on his tiny piano.

Otter: Awesome, huh?

Amal: Huh, so she can actually grant wishes without screwing 'em up, eh?

Fairy Godmother: I heard that! Don't expect any wishes from me. Little snot.

Al: :D I'm gonna go get a wish too!

He rushes up to the Fairy Godmother and shouts for all to hear--

Al: I want a million bucks!

Maeve whispers to Soriel.

Maeve: Is it just me, or does he scream like a five-year-old girl?

Soriel: That's how five year old girls sound? Typically I hear that from my panicked victims.

Maeve: .....

Meanwhile, there is gigantic puff of pink mist, and instantly, Al is swarmed with countless, flapping, honking DUCKS. The ducks disappear into the gray matter of memory, but not before leaving Al's bullet-ridden, ectoplasmic form a bullet-ridden, ectoplasmic, droppings-covered form.

Al: Otter! What the hell?

Otter gives him a meaningful glance as the tiny man plays "Ode to Joy".

Otter: Think about it, mate. D'ya really think I wished for a 12-inch pianist?

[quote=Page 16]*Meanwhile, in the storyline, our heroes have exited the shack with the television and are standing before the massive ediface that is the Arena.*

Ante:"Weren't we in some kind of amusment park before we got sucked into the TV?"

Geb:"I'm not sure, but I think the writers messing with dimensions and crap has brought us back to the Arena. Although I don't remember it being quite like this."

*The heroes look up to a sign standing outside the Arena's main entrance. It reads: "For One Night ONLY: The Jolly Green Giant vs. GODZILLA!!"*

Sem:"I wasn't aware that the Arena owners were allowed to rent the Arena out while we were gone..."

Otter:"I wasn't aware that the Arena was still standing."

*From within the Arena, a reverberating "HO HO HO" can be heard, interspersed with unholy shrieking and the sounds of lasers, fire-breathing, and various other superpowers. Inside, the roar of the crowd swells, and the ground shakes.* Massive flights of ducks flap out of the Arena, covering spectators in droppings.

Otter:"I dunno about you guys, but I wanna see this fight!"

*The Otter runs into the Arena, drop kicking the ticket guy in the head when asked for his ticket. The others follow, also eager to see what has been billed as "The Big Green Fight of the Decade!"*[/quote]

Losien: I don't remember there being ducks there.

Amal: Thanks a lot, Al.

Apple: Oy! Stop being mean to him. D'y'all really think I'd sleep with any worthless fellow?

The others look at her.

Apple: Don't answer that.
2012-06-22, 9:09 PM #1420
As the Writers of the Never-ending Story Thread blazed forth in slinging insults and accusations at each other, as dark powers never before seen are unceremoniously supplanted by characters who should rightly have stayed dead (p)ages ago, and as those who claim to be heroes complain and question their quest to find the very heart of the Never-ending Story before Knowsoul...

Wait.

There isn't a Knowsoul anymore! Well, that should be good news for our heroes! I'll just go ahead and tell them--


Michael McFarlane: Did you forget the part where I went and claimed Knowsoul's cause as my own?

Erm, yes?

Michael McFarlane: Ah. I really should be more careful of how I recklessly abuse my apparently unequaled powers.

So why are you taking this cause on yourself again? Since when did you have a desire to consume the Forgotten spirit of the NeS and not just a desire for revenge against Losien? How'd you manage to so easily divide and nullify the dark power of Knowsoul that was keeping you in servitude, even when it was just Tsolo long ago? What's to keep the Darkside and Tsolo from just becoming Knowsoul again and backstabbing you when the time is right? Who--

Michael McFarlane: I'm just going to go ahead and have you forget all that right now until I can sort things out. And I thought I had made the Writers forget everything I wanted...

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--the fu...strange, I have the feeling I was already narrating... What was I saying? Oh yes. So as the so-called heroes complain about things they always complain about, a memory from page 17 lazily rolls by...

Originally posted by RabidPlatypus:
The End, and they all lived happily ever after with face lifts.

Otter: Ah yes, it does make me happy whenever I recall my face lift.

Al: Too bad the face lifts were on a microscopic scale.

Rachel: But why would you ever need one as a power...

Al Ciao looks at Rachel with an oblivious smile.

Rachel: ...nevermind.

Al Ciao: I know Soriel certainly could have used one.

Soriel glares at Al Ciao with murderous eyes.

Maeve: I'm fairly certain that the whole face-lift thing was just one of the Ever-ending Plot's many attempts at a one-post story killer.

Amal: And, from what I'm told, it was ultimately love that saved the NeS from the EeP, right, Losien?

Losien: My brother told me it was faith, actually. We really have to stop avoiding that talk we need to have already.

Amal: Not now! Uh--Soriel's about to vent out his frustrations on Al Ciao! We need to stop that!

Losien: Yes, we better--Hey! Stop that!

Amal: What?

Losien: I know story-wielding when I see it! Look, Soriel won't be attacking Al Ciao anytime soon because Al isn't a worthy opponent for him.

Al Ciao, overhearing, is overwhelmed with dismay. Soriel, having determined Losien was right, turns to keep an eye on Master Thand.

Amal: Well, Rachel is about to throw a pie at you!

Losien: Really, Amal, I expected better of you--

Just then, a classically-cartoon pie flies through the air and smacks the side of Losien's face. Rachel snickers.

Losien: ...
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2012-06-23, 1:24 AM #1421
Losien: Talk time.

The Otter: You still have pie on your face.

Losien: Talk time!

Everyone shuffles uneasily.

Al Ciao: So... you want to talk about our motiva-

Losien: Recap!

Al Ciao: -tion f-... wait, recap?

Losien: There's no better way than a recap to assess our current objectives and figure out what we're doing and why.

Al Ciao: Riiiiiiiight.

Arkng Thand: As resident expositionist, allow me to-

Soriel: Nobody likes you.

Al Ciao: Nobody likes you either.

Rachel: I do.

Maeve: I do too.

The Otter: And me!

Al Ciao: Otter, you too?

The Otter: Well, two of the three women like him so if I'm to stand a chance of getting into anyone's knickers I kind of have to be on side, you know.

Al Ciao: Mercenary.

Soriel: We are on Memory Lane to prevent several NeS villains from getting to the heart of the story and perverting it for their own ends. Whatever those ends are.

Losien: And why are those villains doing this?

Soriel: Well, there are a few of them but we only know of two, possibly three. First, and most apparent, is DarkSide. What are his motivations?

The Otter: That's easy!

Losien: It is?

The Otter: Yeah! He's a tosser!

Losien: ...

The Otter: Ha, I got round the censor again! Score!

Arkng Thand: Actually, despite the simplicity of The Otter's terms, I think he is correct. DarkSide rarely seems to have any real motivation behind his actions save for disrupting the NeS and causing trouble for the NeS Heroes.

Soriel: Exactly. He is the reflection of darkness within each of the NeS Characters. Within each of us.

Al Ciao: So I guess he loves having you around, Mr Kill-Everything.

Rachel: Coming from Mr Melodramatic-Powergamer-with-a-penchant-for-tragedy-and-destruction.

Al Ciao: Touch
é.

Soriel: He would perform acts counter to our own. Who else do we fight?

Amal: Tsolo. Avatar of Loss.

Soriel: And why would he want to do this?

Amal: He takes people out of the narrative and makes them Forgotten by all. But he was in danger of being Forgotten himself, so he would wish to become a primary villain to keep himself within the story.

Soriel: Seems like a weak Character....

Arkng Thand: Perhaps, but he was more... of a cleaner of the NeS. Removing Characters that were no longer considered important to the flow of the story. Irrelevant Characters.

Soriel: Sounds amoral but not exactly evil.

Amal: I suppose we'll see what comes of it. There was a third you mentioned?

Soriel: That would be The Illusionist. She took the guise of a former NeS Hero to try and attack the conscious heroes in the Haunted-House of Heroes, only to then disappear.

Amal: Why?

Soriel: No idea. I do know she only ever works for someone else. From what we know of DarkSide, he's not likely to have minions unless they're directly under his control. The Illusionist was acting of her own will. What about Tsolo?

Amal: I think he might have people working for him. I vaguely remember a militaristic encounter between him and Twin Suns, the leader of The Forgotten Army.

Soriel: Oh yes... I know of that.

Losien: So maybe, if we really have trouble with Tsolo, we could count on support from Twin Suns? Didn't something else happen there too? Something to do with Sarn Cadrill?

Arkng Thand: Sarn once had several minds in his single head. One of them was known as Kern. Kern, for reasons unknown to us, has a rivalry with Tsolo. Kern transferred into the mind of Twin Suns.

Soriel: But after my last encounter with Twin Suns I don't know if he'd be all that willing to help us.

Maeve: At least not without terms and I have a feeling those terms would render some of us... Forgotten.

Silence falls on the group as they look at each other. Some of them even consider who would be disposable from amongst their ranks. Who could they afford to lose? Even our intrepid Losien wonders if it would be worth the cost to gain such a powerful ally against Tsolo.

Soriel: There is a good chance that The Illusionist is working for someone other that Tsolo, however. I'd say it's safe to assume DarkSide, Tsolo and The Illusionist could be working for an unknown figure well ahead of us.

Losien: I think that covers everything for now. Though I'm still unclear about why they'd want to find the heart if the NeS anyway?

Arkng Thand: Just imagine what the NeS would become if that heart was... twisted.

Soriel: Now that that's all over. Time for my wish!

Fairy Godmother: Oh really? I thought I was going to get a break and leave! What do you want?

Soriel:
I want Arkng Thand to DIE!

Everyone Else: :omg:

There's a cliff-hanger if ever there was one!
2012-06-23, 1:28 AM #1422
Arkng Thand: Idiot Boy.

Arkng Thand has a large wash basin and in scrubbing various rainbow colours into a white T-shirt.

Soriel: I meant die not dye!!

Fairy Godmother: Well, you should be more clear!

Soriel: You're useless, you know that right?

Fairy Godmother: :awesome:
2012-06-23, 9:06 PM #1423
Quote:
Phantom Master - Page 17

Sorry for interrupting the action, but are new people allowed to join in the NeS quest?


Al Ciao: n00b.

Rachel: You were a n00b once too, you know?

Al Ciao: Never! I might have been a newbie, but a n00b... NEVER!

Maeve: I think Highemperor is trying to break free.

Rachel brandishes her frying pan.

Maeve: Huh, lucky I didn't say that line a couple of posts ago when Otter still had boobs, or we'd be listening to Queen.

Quote:
Phantom Master - Page 17

Suddenly in the UGO Headquarters the Intruder Alert goes off...

Ominious Man #6: "What is that?"

Ominious Man #5: "Thats the Intruder Alert. It goes off whenever non-UGO personnel enter the building."

Ominious Man #8: "You idiots!! There is an intruder in the building!! Go and find him (or her) now!!!

Camera pans to Super-High-Security Area, audience sees a man dressed in black, trying to steal the TOP-SECRET-UGO plans. His name is Phantom_Master, a special agent for Massassi sent to help the NeS writers stop UGO.

Ominious Man #4: "Hey you!! Stop in the name of UGO!! *Omnious Man #4 pulls out an M16*

Phantom_Master: "Never, you slimey peice of trash!! *Phantom_Master pulls out two pistols and opens fire on the Ominious Men*

Narrator: "Will this new Massassian agent survive against the 4 Ominious Men? If he does, will he be able to get the plans to the Anime writers in time? Tune in next time for the answers to these questions and more..."


Soriel: Hold on. Was that guy helping the Writers? Not Characters?

Quote:
*Phantom unloads an entire clip on the Ominious Men. But the bullets turn out to be tranquilizer darts, much to the disgust of Phantom.*

Phantom: (In Australian accent)"Blimey, those bullets weren't me special 9mm explosives!! I'll finish you four later."

*Then in Mission Impossible 2 style he blows open a hole in the wall and jumps out.

*Camera fades to the rental VW Bug, where the writers happily driving along. Suddenly a man runs out into the street in front of the writer's car. The VW Bug, since it's brakes need a tune-up, collides with the man, who turns out to be Phantom.*


Soriel: He is! Talk about self-insertion!

Arkng Thand: The Writers are ultimately self-congratulatory-

The Otter: You mean to wank, right?

Arkng Thand: ... How you were ever such a long-running character, I'll never understand.

The Otter: :D

Maeve:
I actually think calling them wankers works. It's like writing masturbation.

----------

In the Writers Realm the three remaining Writers look at each other uncomfortably.
2012-06-26, 9:19 AM #1424
[quote=Page 18]In the Arena, our heroes find themselves next to defeat and destruction at the hands of the evil Dream Team. Oh yeah, and near minutes from being annaliated, with the moon the Arena is on, in a planetary collision with Earth. And now, the conclusion of "Darkside and the moon".

Geb: I have a plan!

Maybe: Well what is it already?

Geb: I told you already, remember? The whole "wisper" deal?

Maybe: Oh yeah. If only I knew what "shph-ps-hpshs-phsh" meant...

Geb: Yeah, I guess you would have liked to have heard the actual plan, eh?

Maybe: Oh, just maybe. But take your time, hon! *rolls her eyes*

Geb: Yeah, so anywhos, my plan is that we get the Darkside guy really mad, and then have him pull a classic "Dragonball Z-style jump in the air and launch a huge energy ball into the ground", thus having so much power to cause the moon to stop moving towards Earth and into the opposite direction! Whadda ya think?

Maybe: Yeah, real smart. That move will kill us all, or blow the moon up, and not work at all.

Geb: Oh yeah, good point. Er, on to Plan B then: make it up as we go along.

Maybe: Riiiiiight...[/quote]

Soriel: Tell me again how you survived under his leadership?

Losien and Rachel punch Soriel's arms. Instinctively he whips out Fred Teh Uber Blade to slice off their heads--- but since he no longer has Fred Teh Uber Blade, nothing really happens except a rather comical mime act.

Otter: I've wondered that myself. Now, if I'd been the leader--

Maeve: It was Maybe backing him up and keeping him grounded, of course. As that same memory conveniently showed.

Thand: Behind every man is a strong woman...

Rachel shoots Thand a glare. Thand studiously ignores it. Al, in the mean time, shoots Rachel a meaningful look. Rachel likewise ignores that.

Amal: I think we're missing something here...

Al: You mean, other than all those memories we skip or gloss over?

Amal: I mean, there's got to be a common link between Tsolo, Darkside, and the Illusionist.

Otter: There is!

The other heroes look at him curiously.

Losien: What is it?

Otter looks around as if to see if no one else is listening in, then whispers conspiratorially.

Otter: They're evul.

Everyone rolls their eyes.

-----

In the throne room of the Great Granite Fortress in Canada, the Devil - currently, Acidspitter, lately of Hero Force One - lounges somewhat disconsolately on his skull-topped throne. Various succubi surround him, but he displays no interests in their charms. His tastes run more to... angelic aspects.

Majordomo: Your Hellish Majesty, you have a visitor. Given your prior association with his organization, I have admitted him.

Acidspitter: Whatever.

He idly fiddles with the chains dangling from his leather outfit, as Detective Hawthorne strides in.

Hawthorne: Citiz-- you're not Citizen Rex.

Acidspitter: No duh.

Hawthorne: Hero Force One's intelligence division--

Acidspitter: You mean, that toaster-powered cyborg brain that sifts through all media signals on the planet?

Hawthorne: That's the one. I don't know that I'd give that much power and control to a machine, but it is just a toaster. How much harm can it do?

Acidspitter: Okay, what about it.

Hawthorne: It's discovered that the ruler of Hell, commonly referred to as Mister Eight, is Al Ciao - which is Citizen Rex's undercover civilian identity.

Acidspitter: Really? I didn't even know Rex had an alter ego. And why was he ruling Hell anyway?

Devil's Advocate: You were a member of Hero Force One, and you're ruling Hell.

Acidspitter: Point taken.

Hawthorne: So where is he?

Acidspitter: Um... not here?

Hawthorne: So who are you?

Acidspitter: I'm Aci--

Majordomo: He is Mister Nine, current ruler of Hell.

Hawthorne: So where is Citizen Rex?

Acidspitter: Don't know. Don't care.

Hawthorne: Hero Force One is going to disintegrate without him!

Acidspitter: Didn't know that. Still don't care. I guess Serah will just go back to heaven, where she belongs.

Devil's Advocate: Actually, Hell's intelligence division--

Acidspitter: You mean, those damned soul malcontents who make up stuff just to spite us?

Majordomo: That's the one. Just last week they tried to tell us toasters had a plot to take over the world.

He and Acidspitter burst out laughing. The Devil's Advocate shoots them a glare.

Devil's Advocate: As I was saying, they've intercepted media reports of a battle between Seraphim and what appears to be an archangel, tentatively identified as Serapharch.

Acidspitter: Er... her brother, maybe?

Majordomo: Nope, regent of heaven. Your opposite number.

Acidspitter: Well, fine. She can date him now, for all I care.

Devil's Advocate: Actually, preliminary analysis suggests that Seraphim may have forsaken heaven permanently now.

Acidspitter's interest piques. Before he can follow up, however, Hawthorne interrupts.

Hawthorne: That's all very well and good, but where is Citizen Rex?

Majordomo: Not sure. I know Switzerland sent a death squad after him, so they probably know.

Hawthorne: Blimey! I've got to get to Switzerland in time to stop him!

He rushes out the door.

Majordomo: Um... I was just about to tell him that I still have Mister Eight's hero watch number.......
2012-07-03, 7:16 AM #1425
NSP: GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I lost my entire post! I had it saved on here via Massassi's auto save, I was regularly copying everything I'd written so far so I could paste it back in if need be, and somehow, I still lost it! ARGHH! Here's my attempt at reconstruction.

-----

The unholy trinity of Hell - Acidspitter (the Devil), the Majordomo (the majordomo), and the Devil's Advocate (your average lawyer) - are cataloguing Hell's treasury. Now that Acidspitter managed to defeat the bureaucracy and release untold numbers of souls, there are far fewer soul tokens in the vaults. Thus, the remaining soul tokens have exponentially increased worth, and the multitude of various artifacts that were shoved onto dusty backshelves and promptly forgotten can actually be tallied.

Majordomo: Item #665...Winston Churchill's boots.

Devil's Advocate: How the Devil do we have Winston Churchill's boots?

Acidspitter: Who's Winston Churchill?

The other look at each other. Then the Devil's Advocate shrugs.

Devil's Advocate: As the Devil, one of his duties is to promote ignorance.

Acidspitter: No seriously, who?

Majordomo: He's the fat-arse tosser who kept our number-one boyo from taking over Britain.

Devil's Advocate: Nice censor-dodge there.

Acidspitter: Okay, so how did we get his boots?

Majordomo: I think Mister Seven once mentioned he went go-karting with him in '43. Something about tequila, a baseball bat, and two billiard balls?

Acidspitter: ....um, yeah. Let's move on.

Devil's Advocate: Seconded.

Majordomo: Alright. Item #666...an unopened package of Atlantean banana-creme Oreo knockoffs.

Acidspitter: Aren't those the cookies that made Atlantis famous?

Devil's Advocate: Yes! Given their fame, age, and rarity, they must be incalculably valuable!

Acidspitter: Sod that, I'm gonna eat them.

He tears open the package and starts chowing down.

Majordomo: After 10,000 years, even being sealed, aren't they stale and hard?

Acidspitter: Hello, acidic spit.

Wispy curls of the dark mist that has become Michael McLongname's signature extrude tendrils into the throne room. Snaking through the air, they brush a random skull on top of Acidspitter's throne, erasing it. The soul of a Iacov Fargo is released from the torments of Hell into Twice-Forgotten Oblivion. The mist extends with purpose towards Acidspitter, and flickers against the banana-creme Oreo knockoffs.

Majordomo: Item #667... a skateboard once own by--

Acidspitter: Whoa, wait. What happened to #666.

The Majordomo frowns and peers at his list.

Majordomo: There doesn't seem to be an Item #666.

Devil's Advocate: The number of the beast is missing from the catalogue? That can't bode well for Hell.

Acidspitter: Well, Hell is all about ill omens...

-----

In Twice-Forgotten stasis bound by black mist, TLTE - still clad in a frilly pink dress - is twiddling his thumbs.

TLTE: This sucks. I always thought the damsels in distress had it easy, but this is bo-o-o-o-ring.

An opened package of half-eaten banana-creme Oreo knockoffs appears within the oblivion. TLTE gasps.

TLTE: NOW HE'S GONE TOO FAR!!

He eyes the package, then takes out a cookie and munches on it.

TLTE: On the other hand...


-----

At the half-ruined Chikin Chateau, Cris B's indestructible restaurant on top of Big Ben - "indestructible" in the same sense that the
Titanic was "unsinkable" - Iriana Emp, Al Ciao's estranged daughter, is trying to settle her bill.

Iriana: But I never agreed to pay for Krog's meal!

Seaman Stains: They sat with you, they left. You're responsible.

Iriana: Look, I'm technically an Atlantean princess by birth, so--

Seaman Stains: A princess of what now?

Iriana: Atlantis.

Seaman Stains: Never heard of it.

Iriana: Yeah, it never really made a name for itself. Little village that sunk into the sea several thousand years ago.

Seaman Stains: Well, tough. I can't be lenient to every random chick who claims to be royalty from a dead country I've never heard of.

Iriana: But all I have are soul tokens, and those are worthless...

A gleam of surprise comes into Seaman Stains' eyes.


Seaman Stains: What?! Are you kidding? Soul tokens just cubed in value!

Iriana: They did?

Seaman Stains: How many do you have?

Iriana's hand clenches around the handle of the briefcase her father sent her during his brief tenure as Mister Eight, master (in theory) of Hell. A briefcase chock full of soul tokens in gold and silver denominations.

Iriana: Erm... just two coppers. >.>

Seaman Stains does not notice her lie, but gapes at her.

Seaman Stains: You could eat our most expensive meals, 3 times a day for the next month with one of those!

Iriana: What say you let me go down to the bank and get change?

Seaman Stains: Well...

Iriana: I'll give you a portion of that change... on the side, grok me?

Seaman Stains: Deal.
2012-07-04, 10:12 AM #1426
Memory Lane

Fairy Godmother: Okay dears. I should really be on my way. You've kept me here for such a long time now.

The Otter: What? You can't leave! We need you!

Soriel: Yeah, I'm not entirely convinced about that.

Losien shivers.

Losien: Did anyone else feel that? It was like... darkness creeping over us?

Everyone glances at one another.

Al Ciao: Uh... no?

Losien: Just me then?

Al Ciao: Yeah. I think so. You are the Main Character. You have more susceptibility to unusual things.

Losien: ... Yeah...

Losien frowns to herself.

Losien: In fact... yeah! Damn straight! I am the Main Character aren't I?

Al Ciao: ... Yes? Again.

Losien: What? You trying to be funny?

Al Ciao: Well actually yes I was-

Losien: Shut it.

Al Ciao: Wha-?

Losien: I said shut it. Loser.

Maeve: What the bloody Hell?

Amal: What's wrong with you Losien?

Losien: What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me!? Absolutely nothing! Keep your eyes off of me, punk! I know you want some of this, but no little grot-bad like you could ever handle this much sex and awesome in one sweet package.

Everyone Else:
:omg:

Losien: What the Hell's wrong with you lot? Or are you awestruck?

Soriel: I think we're just surprised.

Maeve: Yeah... like... at how you managed to replace the real Losien without us seeing.

Losien: Real Losien? I am the real Losien! In fact I'm more real now that I've ever been! I feel so... so... FREE! And in control! Confident, sexy. I'm the best damn character in this crappy story!

Soriel: Somehow... she grew an ego.

Fairy Godmother: Please don't wish me to make her better, you know it won't end well.

It has taken him many, many pages to perfect his techniques and though he still makes mistakes, DarkSide was now the master of his craft. He would bring out dark facets of each of the heroes, one-by-one. Losien's hidden ego, buried deep below self-doubt and fear, brought to the surface. If left unchecked, it has the potential to completely break apart the fellowship of heroes...

DarkSide, inside Losien's mind, smiles to himself.
2012-07-05, 7:25 AM #1427
Losien: Alright, *****es, let's blow this joint. Time to march through memories!

Otter: Y'know, I think this just makes her even sexier.

Maeve: You ain't kidding.

Amal: I dunno about that, I kinda liked her when she was nice.

Losien: You shut up. You just mean you liked lil ol' submissive me, cuz then you could CONTROL me. Isn't that right, punk?

Amal: No...

Losien: Don't talk back to me, young man!

Apple: She really is a *****.

Fairy Godmother: You'd know, eh?

Apple: What? You're not telling me I'm that *****y.

The others shuffle their feet hesitantly. Apple glares at them, but Losien whoops.

Losien: Yeah, sister, we be *****es, and *****es be crazy. We're the only real women here. And we're more man than those sissies with us, too.

Al: Okay, Apple, I know you don't really think I'm a sissy, since we slept together and all--

Apple: Shut it. You got me pregnant.

Thand: Actually, there was due to High Imp's meddling. And now of course, the baby could be his or Losien's.

Apple: I don't care. I'm blaming you for all the pain, Al.

Al is instantly and solicitously concerned.

Al: You're in pain?

Apple: Not yet, but you hear stories. By the way, is anyone else having a craving for ketchup-covered pineapple sprinkled with mustard seeds?

Otter: Um...no?

Al: That brings back memories...

Maeve throws Al a funny look.

Originally posted by 1997:
Highemperor and Alole are laying on the beach of the little isle, basking in the sun. Alole is snuggled into Highemp's arm, and a baby bump is clearly visible beneath her frilly princess-style maternity gown.

Alole: Highemp?

Highemp: Yes, 'Lole?

Alole: I have this sudden longing for ketchup-covered pineapple sprinkled in mustard seeds...

Highemp crooks his lip into a quirked smile of fond amusement. He waves his hand, conjuring Alole's desire...


Apple: Good God. I thought I was swinging to Losien's side here.

Thand: Well, considering that Losien is now rather... crude, and you in turn are joining her in crudeness, I should not be surprised. You have plenty of time to rectify it, I should think.

Losien: You talk, but all I hear is blah blah blah. Seriously, old man, go to a retirement home or something.

Master Thand just peers at her mildly, pushing his spectacles up on his nose a bit.

Meanwhile! Darkside is rooting around in Al Ciao's murky head.

Darkside: Murky? It's colored neon-orange from his hair. Good visibility. Bit odd, though.

Right. So what have you found?

Darkside: Well, I was half-afraid I'd find his powerplaying side, but that seems to be gone now. Instead...

Back out in Memory Lane! Al blinks.

Al: Rectify it? Thand, don't interfere.

He goes over to Apple and takes her hand solicitously.

Al: Apple...please be the mother of my child.

Apple arches her eyebrow.

Apple: A one-night stand does not romantic mush make.

Al: Nor does it need to. But I love babies!

Losien: Now is not the time to sublimate your inferiority complex into feeling virile via siring children, Al. In fact, that's never a good time. Man whore.

Al leaps dramatically over to Losien, slipping a hand around her waist and arching her back. He leans over her and waggles his eyebrows mischievously.

Al: What say you and I make a baby, Los?

Losien slaps him.

Al: Ain't gonna turn me off that way. Who knows, maybe I like that.

Losien slaps him again.

Al: Yo, Maeve! Come over here! We're gonna have us a breeding threesome!

Maeve: Wow. You're like, super gross and super perverted. I'm strangely attracted by this.

Otter boggles at her.

Otter: What? You're gonna go for that?

Maeve: Pfft, not a chance in Canada. I don't shag everyone who looks halfway decent to me.

Otter raises a finger.

Maeve: Not. One. Word.
2012-07-07, 4:04 PM #1428
Al Ciao the Writer is in a cubicle not his own, feet propped up on a vacant desk, and tossing paper airplanes out the open window. A dusty faceplate on the cubicle wall reads "Janitor Bob the Writer", and a cracked coffee mug reads "World's Best Amateur Operatist". Al Ciao is whistling tunelessly as he folds up yet another sheet of paper in anticipation of imminent littering.

Geb the Writer: Al!

The paper airplane jerks in Al Ciao the Writer's hand as he is startled in midthrow. Surprisingly enough this makes his aim perfect - such as it is - and he nosedives onto a rather sexy pedestrian in a little red dress on the sidewalk below.

Geb the Writer: Al!

Al Ciao the Writer ignores him for the moment, peering down as the vixen takes the folded paper out of her sun hat and reads it. Al Ciao the Writer holds his breath, for his name and telephone number are written upon it rather hopefully. The pedestrian turns around and looks up, peering through sunglasses till her gaze seems to fix on Al Ciao the Writer. She smiles broadly, and then says,

Pedestrian: Yeah, babe, I'll hit you up tonight

in a rather deep voice that leaves no doubt as to the true gender of the suddenly-no-longer-sexy-to-Al-Ciao-the-Writer pedestrian. He gulps.

Geb the Writer: AL!

Al Ciao the Writer finally turns to acknowledge Geb the Writer's presence.

Al Ciao the Writer: Yeah?

Geb the Writer: Why aren't you writing?

Al Ciao the Writer: For the same reason I didn't write five minutes ago?

Geb the Writer: What was that?

Al Ciao the Writer: I didn't feel like it?

Geb the Writer: Well, feel like it now! Important things are happening! The plot is moving forward!

Al Ciao the Writer rolls his eyes and groans.

Al Ciao the Writer: Don't tell me you're spinning the wheels of plot again. That never turns out well.

Geb the Writer: Don't sass me! You're gonna get back to your cubicle and do your job!

Al Ciao the Writer: Hey, I'll write whatever--

Geb the Writer: NOW!

He points a demanding finger down the aisle to Al Ciao the Writer's cubicle. Al Ciao the Writer sighs and takes a last longing breath of the fresh air blowing in from the window before he ambles on down back to his cubicle, in no particular hurry, much to Geb the Writer's aggravation.

Geb the Writer: Now, WRITE!

He slaps his hand on Al Ciao the Writer's shoulder for emphasis, who winces. Then he leaves, presumably to look for Britt the Writer and administer the same treatment to him.

Al Ciao the Writer: Sod this "plot" thing. I'm gonna make another post in homage to the random zaniness of NeS!

He pauses and purses his lips, considering.

Al Ciao the Writer: Although, if I'm not careful, I could confuse a lot of theoretical new readers.

He strokes his chin thoughtfully for a few moments. Then he shrugs.

Al Ciao the Writer: Eh, who cares. Zaniness it is!

-----

In Disneyworld! The Disney Castle is the not-so-secret lair of Doctor Evil, and his son, Semievil, once an NeS hero.

Doc Evil: But Sem! You MUST take over my evil empire! It's my legacy to you!

Sem: And I say NI!

Doctor Evil. He looks nothing like his popular image from the Austin Powers movies, but is in a wheelchair with a full lush head of hair. It is unclear exactly how the evil empire of Disney landed under his thumb, but let's face it, there's not really much that changes in an evil empire just because the administration changed.

Semievil. A grotesque looking figure who might be 7 or 8 feet tall if he weren't perpetually hunched over beneath his semi-ragged black cloak. A former NeS hero who is a half-clone to the man he calls "Dad", he is a caricature writ large of Everquestian metaphysics and Tribes 2 mechanics, with a predilection for Monty Python quotes slapped on.

TotallyEvil. The older sort-of-sister to Semievil, another half-clone of Doctor Evil, she was long ago banished to the prisons of Hell. Although she enjoyed some brief freedom before Jim Seven (then the Devil) snatched her back to Canada, she has now been Twice-Forgotten, thanks to the NeShade Michael McLongname.


Doc Evil: Erm, why did you pause there, Narrator?

Eh?

Doc Evil: Right after you finished introducing Sem there, you were just silent for a moment.

Oh. Um, I don't know why?

Sem: Weird. Anyway, Dad, I don't want to rule your evil empire! What do you take me for, a caricature writ large of Everquestian metaphysics and Tribes 2 mechanics, with a predilection for Monty Python quotes slapped on?

Doc Evil: Not to put too fine a point on it, but yes.

I did kind of just say that.

Sem: Oh, sure, just accept Word of God at face value!

Doc Evil: That is sort of what one does with that trope.

Sem: Gah!

Doc Evil: Come on already, just agree with me and be done with it! This scene won't be over till then.

Sem: Gonna be a lonnnnnng scene then.

Doc Evil: Oh, brother. Narrator, he's being stubborn. Knock some sense into him, eh?

A bag chock full of pennies drops from the sky onto Sem's head.

Sem: Ow!

Doc Evil: NOT what I meant!

Hey, I'm just following the script.

Doc Evil: Then tell my son to follow the script and take up my legacy!

Sem: Oi! Why do you just assume this scene is for me to accept your evil ways?

Doc Evil: Well, why else would they waste time showing this?

Sem: Okay, well aside from all the other perfectly valid literary reasons for showing this scene...THIS IS THE NeS! Wasting time is what we do best!

Doc Evil: But...but... I planted a whole field of shrubberies out here for you!

Sem: I don't-- You did?

Doc Evil: Yeah, had to knock down my favorite roller coaster to make room.

Sem: You did that...for me, Da?

Okay, time for a camera wipe.

Doc Evil: Whoa, hold on here! We were about to have a real develop--

That's fine, and you can do it off-camera all you like. But I'm under strict orders from Al Ciao the Writer to refrain from anything resembling "plot" this post.

Doc Evil: But--!

SCREEN WIPE!

Jim Seven: WHEEEE! Go-karting is so much fun.

Finally. Thanks, camera man. A bit slow on the uptake, eh?

Joe the Sound Guy: HEY! Don't sass me, I'm not trained for this.

Wha--? Aren't you the sound guy?

Joe the Sound Guy: Why does everyone always think that? Is it written on my forehead or something?

Close enough...

Joe the Sound Guy: Fine! I was the Sound Guy, but the camera man got bumped off in a mafia hit years ago, and I've been filling in.

Geez, that explains the shoddy scenes we've been having.

Joe the Sound Guy: Hey! You want me to quit, just ask. I will!

Actually, that begs the question...why didn't they ever hire a new camera man? Y'know, one professionally trained in it?

Joe the Sound Guy: Hullo, no more PayPerView sponsorship, no more high salaries. Hero Force One has all the PayPerView deals, and no one with a saltlick of professionalism will work for any other has-been wannable hero team.

But then...why are you still here?

Joe the Sound Guy: You kidding? I get to take up close and personal shots of Losien there!

Wait... don't tell me you're the guy she shagged in the laundromat.

Joe the Sound Guy: Oyah! That was all me! I ruined her for everyone else after that!

So now you're just a peeping Tom. Kind of sad, really.

Joe the Sound Guy: Don't judge me! You don't know! It's hard competing with all those other blokes who--

Yes?

Joe the Sound Guy: All the other blokes who hit on her. You know, uh...

No, I don't. She doesn't have any love interest. She dated Otter once upon a time, but that was back when Otter was actually slightly a gentleman, and she was actually slightly a slut.

Joe the Sound Guy: You're right, I don't know why I was thinking there were other guys...

Jim Seven: ExCUSE me, but your tiresome dialogue is interrupting the narration of my awesome go-kart exploits.

You mean, that trail of wrecked cars on the interstate behind you? The interstate upon which you're driving the wrong direction?

Jim Seven: That's the one!

Farr: Jim? I know I've been your best friend for 12,000 years, but I have to admit, between suicidal go-karting and the loss of the perks of being the Devil's best bud...this is kinda wearing thin?

Jim: So? Go back to your girlfriend, for all I care. She's your brains, and we all know what you give her in return.

Farr: That's cold, man.

Jim: And? After 12,000 years you're not used to it? I'm the Devil, man.

Farr: You--

Jim: Okay, fine, I WAS the Devil. But there was a reason for that, grok me?

Farr: It obviously wasn't your business management skills. Hell was a MESS when we left it.

Jim: Hey, that's more on Liz Bathory than me. You know, Countess of Blood? Very intent on her fire and brimstone.

Farr: Yeah, you just gave her whatever she wanted. And we all know what she gave you in return.

Jim: Look, I'm the Devil. Former Devil. I'm allowed to be cold.

While this is certainly time-wasting postage here, I'm a little uncertain why we haven't screen wiped yet.

....Joe?

Swell, he left the camera by itself. Jim!


Jim: What? Very busy go karting here.

Sod that, take the camera.

Jim: Yeah, yeah, whatever.

Now screen wipe. First we need to find Joe the Sound Guy.

Losien: Al, baby, you are NOT the guy I want to have my babies with! Shoot, I don't want to have any man's babies - men can have MY babies.

Al: Los, every word you say is just-- Well, okay, male pregnancy is not my thing, but I'm sure we can work past that!

Joe the Sound Guy: HANDS OFF MY GIRL!

Joe the Sound Guy rushes into Memory Lane and hurtles into Al Ciao, sending him flying with a tackle punch to the face.

Joe the Sound Guy: Los, it's me. I...

Losien: I remember you. Jerkass loser who couldn't wait to get into a shy girl's pants, then gave me a freakin' bomb once I dumped you!

Joe the Sound Guy: Losien, I just missed you is all.

Losien: You tried to BLOW. ME. UP.

Joe the Sound Guy: Um...I just saved you from...whoever that dude with the spiky orange hair and the dislocated jaw is.

Losien: You men are all the same. Bastards think all us women are daintly little damsels who need to be rescued. Well, I've got news for you!

Joe the Sound Guy lets out a huge OOF as Losien punches him the gut, lifting him off his feet. Al Ciao starts laughing from where he's sprawled on the misty pseudo-ground, but his laughs quickly turn to pained groans, as it is rather difficult to laugh with a dislocated jaw.
2012-07-11, 12:55 AM #1429
Soriel: Actually, I greatly admire this version of Losien. Far more aggressive.

Losien: You just want to get down my pants too!

Soriel: Uh...

Fred, Teh Uber Blade: Trust me, the loser really doesn't... :nonono:

Losien: Maybe I should shag you, Fred?

Fred: ALRIGHT!! [/COLOR]

Carlotta, the Cape: Hey, this better be a ménage à trois! I'm not about to be left out! [/SIZE][/COLOR]

Apple: Uh... are you seriously going to shag a sword?

The Otter: :downswords:

Apple: I'm being serious. I mean... it's kind of... sharp!

Losien: What's life without a bit of danger? I'm a Hero. In fact, I'm the Main Character! I'll get through any challenge!

Joe the Sound Guy: What about me?

Al Ciao: And me! I can father your children even in a threesome!

Maeve: Whoa. Threesome with those two?

Amal: What... about me?

Al Ciao: Hey, we should ditch Joe and have Apple in our threesome.

Maeve: Normally I would protest at your objectifying women, only I'm allowed to do that. But Apple and Losien... well, I can't complain with that.

The Otter: Wow... all this talk of sex. I feel like my honorary title is being taken from me!

Joe the Sound Guy: There's no way I'm being left out of this!

Al Ciao: Quiet you. You're just a peripheral character no one cares about and barely remembers.

Joe the Sound Guy: :(

DarkSide, invisible to all, floats from Al Ciao to his new victim.

Rachel: Can we just get rid of this random Joe guy? How did he even get here?

Fairy Godmother: Consider it... done!

Suddenly a Random Rampaging Rhino appears from nowhere, skewers Joe the Sound Guy on its horn and runs off into the distance with Joe calling for him mummy the whole way.

Rachel: Wasn't that one of Soriel's rhinos from earlier?

Soriel:
I always considered them to be Antestarr's.

Amal: That was surprisingly competent for you, Fairy Godmother.

Fairy Godmother:
I'm your freakin' Fairy Godmother, boyo! Don't you gimme any o' your lip!!

Amal: Whoa! Sorry Fairy Godmother.

Fairy Godmother: More like it.

Soriel: Another personality shift?

Fairy Godmother: Now. Which of you kids is gonna nip the shop and fetch your godmother some fags?

Losien: Whoa! Dirty little fairy!

Maeve: She means cigarettes, dipstick.

Losien: What did you say to me!?

Fairy Godmother: Oi! That's it! Both of you can go! Go on! Make sure they're extra strong too!!

Losien and Maeve, somewhat bewildered, begin to wander off in a random direction hoping to find an off-licence to buy their Fairy Godmother some fags.
2012-07-13, 2:08 AM #1430
In another part of Memory Lane, Michael McFarlane and Tsolo, Avatar of Loss, are sauntering through memories of the NeS. They both appear to be wearing Hawaiian shirts; American tourists style.

Quote:
From Page 17

*In the world of the largely forgotten actual storyline, a deadly game of CTGCB (Capture the Giant Chicken Bone) is raging. Chaos reigns on the battlefield, chaos so chaotic that it is almost like... something chaoticky.*

*Down on the battlefield, Gebohq and Maybechild have found an oasis of calm in the raging battle, the top of the hill that holds the enemy's flag--er--giant chickenbone. Perhaps because of a lack of strategy on our heroes' part, this is the only place nobody is trying to get to.*

Maybe:"How much time do you think we have before we crash into the Earth and die in a horrible fireball of death, along with the entire population of our home planet?"

*In the background, Semievil swings a gigantic broken teapot at Darkside's head. Darkside cowers in fear of the giant broken teapot.*


Michael McFarlane: Well, overlooking the fact that the Writers were being overly self-indulgent for the whole of page 17, I now have a much lower opinion of DarkSide.

Tsolo:
I think he has these... instances of extreme ineptitude.

Michael McFarlane: Like some kind of medical condition?

Tsolo:
I suppose so. Maybe a mental defect.

Michael McFarlane: So all this time the Heroes of the NeS have been beating on a Special Olympics Kid? That's so awesomely cruel I'm sorely tempted to go back there and tell them.

Tsolo: Then why don't you?

Michael McFarlane: They'd only forget what I said a minute later. Sometimes these powers really suck.

Tsolo: But it could be really good, like if you go to McDonalds and get your order then turn away they wouldn't even remember you needed to pay!

Michael McFarlane: Wow, your scope of the world is so expansive. Besides, they'd turn around and forget that they were meant to be making my Big Mac anyway.

Tsolo: Oh yeah, that really does suck. But hey! You can get laid and the woman won't remember to call you every day after that trying to hook up again! Guilt free!

Michael McFarlane: Hey, that's not a bad idea.

Michael wraps an arm around Tsolo's shoulders.

Michael McFarlane: So... Tsolo... ;)

Tsolo: :o
2012-07-13, 2:43 AM #1431
Back to the central cast of characters elsewhere on Memory Lane; they are still being plagued by unusual changes of character caused by non-other-than DarkSide himself.

Losien seems to have developed a sinister ego that makes her believe she is the ultimate hero beyond all compare and that she needs so other. In addition it has boosted her confidence to astounding levels.

Strangely the darkness of Al Ciao has come out in his compulsion to become the father to everyone's babies.

The random cast member, the Fairy Godmother, has now been afflicted too making her usually wayward spells become very competent, if deadly. She is now an annoying, pestering fairy who believes she deserves respect from everyone. She also treats them all like children.


Amal: That was a very long introduction to this post. Luckily I think we all fell asleep so no spoilers were leaked.

Fairy Godmother: Where the Hell did those two get to? They'd best not have started scrapping somewhere on Memory Lane.

The Otter: Or having hot lesbian sex?

Soriel: Usually I'd just take that as an "Otter line" but considering Maeve's disposition and Losien's current mental state, that's actually a possibility.

The Otter: SERIOUSLY!? Wait for me, girls!!

The Otter dashes off in the last known direction of Maeve and Losien, who went to find cigarettes for their Fairy Godmother.

Amal: I suppose we'd best head after them too.

Fairy Godmother: You wanna make me move? Just wait here for them, they'll come back! They better anyway, else I'm gonna turn 'em both into frogs or something. Maybe bunnies. Bunnies are embarrassing. Oh, I know, platypus...es... platypi... platypusion... whatever.

Amal: I think you're a few screws loose, you know?

Fairy Godmother: Don't you take that tone with me!! I'm your Fairy Godmother, show some respect!

Al Ciao: Hey, Fairy Godmother?

Fairy Godmother: What?

Al Ciao: Can I father your children?

Amal: She's your fairy godmother!!!

Apple: Plus she's like... less than half your size. Imagine the baby... Ew.

Rachel:
I think any child of Al's would be horrific.

Apple: Don't say that!

Al Ciao:
Besides, you know you want me to be the father of your kids Rachel. Who needs that weasel Gebohq when you could have me, right?

Rachel: Hey!

Apple: Who's Gebohq? What the Hell kind of a name is that anyway?

Al Ciao: Just some loser.

Rachel: Hey!!

Soriel: Actually I have to agree with Al Ciao this time. Rachel and I helped to save Gebohq once and how did he repay you, Rachel?

Rachel: ...

Apple: What did he do?

Amal: He broke her heart.

Al Ciao: The douchebag.

The Otter: Okay, I've been hanging out with Americans for a while now and I still don't understand what that means.

Al Ciao: So I would totally be a better daddy to your kids. And every other woman's.

Arkng Thand:
I believe we have all become somewhat sidetracked...

Everyone Else: :omg:

Rachel: Dude, I totally forgot you were there.

Soriel: Because no one cares about the Old Man anymore.

DarkSide, having been drifting about the Fairy Godmother's mind for a while, sees a unique opportunity and speeds towards the mind of the ancient Arkng Thand; ready to release his inner darkness!
2012-07-13, 7:17 AM #1432
Elsewhere on Memory Lane, Maeve demurely adjusts her blouse, and looks around.

Maeve: A laundromat? Seriously?

The memory of a laundromat vanishes, and Losien arches an eyebrow.

Maeve: What is it with you and laundromats.

Losien: The smell of Downy turns me on.

Maeve: I think a normal person would be freaked out, but that's rather tame by my standards.

Losien: So have you ever been to a tobacco shop?

Maeve: I'm a drinker, not a smoker.

Losien: Well, there goes my plan of remembering a smoke shop to get that damn fairy's fags.

Maeve: Heh. "Fairy" and "***".

They burst out laughing.

-----

In the recesses of Master Thand's mind, Darkside encounters the ancient scholar's consciousness!

Thand: Hello, Darkside. It's been a while.

Darkside: Eh? You know me?

Thand: Well, I was on terms with your younger brother a long time ago.

Darkside: Enough! Bring out your dark side!

Darkside's spectral eyes gleam a sinister violet murk, and then...

Thand: Are you quite done?

Darkside: What?! Why haven't you changed? Where is your dark side?

Thand: You wish to know my secret?

Darkside: Yes!

Thand: Then I shall trade you information for information. My secret is: this is my dark side.

Darkside: :omg:

Thand: Now in return, I wish to know what happened to Jones.

Darkside: Eh?

Thand: Your former partner in the days of Atlantis. Darkside & Jones, Attorneys at Law.

Darkside: Erm, he was the first soul I devoured.

A brief change of face flits across Darkside's features, of a rather wrinkly-faced man who somewhat resembles an old Bill Murray.

Darkside: It was quite enlightening. I was able to maintain the professionalism and skills of two lawyers in the practice, while keeping all the profits for myself!

Thand: So that was your feeling on the matter. I knew what happened to him, I merely wished to confirm your motives.

Darkside: Okay, well, since this is your dark side and all...don't rat me out? Please?

Thand: I shall not. These... protagonists must sort out their own journeys.

Outside Thand's mind, in Memory Lane, Soriel stares at Master Thand oddly.

Soriel: Okay, as soon as I said no one cares about you, you spaced out. Heroic Blue Screen of Death?

Thand: So you admit that I am a hero?

Soriel: Um, no, I...dammit.

Al Ciao: Okay, so after you and the Fairy Godmother have a breeding threesome, then I'll go shag Maeve and Los.

Rachel: I thought you were just a preggo perv, but apparently you're an MFF perv as well?

Apple: And it's like you completely forgot about me.

Al Ciao: Well, you're already having my baby.

Apple: I am NOT!

Al Ciao: Well, we can always shag again just to make sure.

Fairy Godmother: You're just begging for your child support payments to be through the roof, aren't ya? I tell ya, I'm gonna charge you mental trauma payments! The very idea of knocking me up!

Al: You ARE called the Fairy GodMOTHER.

Fairy Godmother: Yeah, well, I'm also called the FAIRY Godmother. I don't swing for one-eyed snakes.

Otter: Technically, it's the one-eyed snakes that "swing".:cool:

Amal: Okay, so THAT was an Otter line.

Soriel: So after those two emphases, no one's gonna mention the third one? Fairy GODmother?

Fairy Godmother: Hey, that's right! Bow down and worship me punks! Bring me libations of booze and tithes of fags!

Others: ......
2012-07-15, 9:04 PM #1433
Returning back with the group, Losien tosses the pack of cigarettes to the Fairy Godmother.

Rachel: But how...?

Losien, suddenly dressed now in a black, loose leather jacket, lights up a cigarette for herself.

Amal: Looks like she's invoking the Rule of Cool.

Rachel: This is getting way out of hand, I tell you.

As the present characters continue to indulge mostly in their own current affairs as they walk down Memory Lane, another glimpse of page 18 rolls on by...
Originally posted by Gebohq:
Maybe: Oh crap, who has the Giant Chicken Bone?

The eyes of every hero and villain simultaneously looked at the center of the arena, where, all by himself, Krig was sitting, examining and licking the Giant Chicken Bone.

Antestarr: Krig! Get to the goal zone, now!

Darkside: Get him!

Krig: Uh-oh...

Krig begins to run towards the good guys at their goal, leaving the Chicken Bone where it was.

The Otter: Get the chicken bone!

Hesitantly, Krig dashed back to snatch the Giant Chicken Bone, narrowly avoiding the claws of Morris the Cat. Krig was now running for his dear life, only a foot away from the bad guys.

Losien: Run Krig, run!

Geb: Toss it to me, Krig. I'm open!

Before the others can scream "NO!", Krig throws the bone to Gebohq, who fumbles it. The epitome of a faceless terrorist, They, then starts to pull out his uzis, and slowly pulled the trigger. In slow-motion, Geb falls backwards to dodge the bullets, throwing the Chicken Bone aimlessly backwards. Miraculously, TheOtter catches it, and holds it high in the air. As the bad guys approach though, TheOtter throws it over his head, where Antestarr catches it on the other side. They continue to do this, taunting "monkeys in the middle" until Losien grabs the Bone from Otter and runs towards the goal herself.

With the timer having only mere seconds now, the bad guys' only hope is that she doesn't make it in time. Obviously, thanks to clocks having a slowing mechanism built in to go off at important times, such as school getting out and the end of games, Losien had reached the end of the goal with one second to spare.


Otter: Something seems off about this.

Losien: The only thing 'off' is you having a speaking line. It's just another great memory of me doing what I do best - saving the day.

The Otter looks suspiciously at Losien...

(Non-story note: I wanted to write more, but the laptop I'm on makes things difficult.)
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2012-07-22, 9:01 AM #1434
On a random interstate somewhere, Farr is frantically trying to control Jim Seven's go-kart, as Jim tucked and rolled out of it at the Narrator's request to wield the camera in Joe the Sound Guy's absence. (Although Joe has been kicked out of the main scene, his injuries require some time to heal.)

Farr is swerving madly, trying to avoid oncoming traffic, and tire screeches and angry honking greet him at every turn. This being a devilish go-kart however, means that any vehicle the go-kart strikes is instantly knocked aside, or sometimes worse. In fact, there is an 18 wheeler a few miles behind him that flipped completely upside down.

These collisions barely cause the go-kart to break its metaphorical stride, but then...


Farr: OOF!

The go-kart hits a large B.U.M.P. in the road!

Farr: Consarnit, bit my tongue.
2012-07-25, 7:43 AM #1435
The Russian spymaster known only as codename: The Last True Evil is lost. Spiritually, physically; in every sense, codename: TLTE is off the grid.

TLTE: I...wait, where am I? Was I in...an amusement park?

TLTE is sitting on a fountain in what appears to be an amusement park, and yet it is...not. The world is strange before his eyes, at once shimmering and filmy, as if he was perceiving everything through an almost-transparent layer of silver. A strange mist surrounds and clouds the horizon.

TLTE: That’s funny. I don’t remember drinking any vodka today.

TLTE stands up and examines his surroundings in more detail. A deep and profound unease begins creeping up his spine. The world is alive, but not alive. Voices of children laughing seem to be coming from only a few feet away; yet every direction he turns, he sees nothing but a gossamer void.

TLTE: Am I...dead? Asleep? How long has it been since I saw my friends?

TLTE begins to panic.

TLTE: GEBOHQ! LOSIEN! Damn it. COOL MATTY! HIGHEMPEROR! FOR LENIN'S SAKE, ANYONE!

TLTE depresses the lever mechanisms under his wrists, sending his revolvers flying into his hands. He fires the weapons into the air, trying vainly to attract attention to him, but he hears nothing but the echoes of his own gunshots and the uncanny ambience of a world beyond his reach.

TLTE: I...I must have died. This, then, is my afterlife? My eternal punishment? To drift through a shadow of life, naught but a shadow myself?

Voice: Yes and no.

TLTE turns, guns drawn. Standing only five feet away from him is an older man. His features seem to warp and slide under the silver lens over the world. Something about him, though – something is uncannily familiar to him.

TLTE: Who are you, old man?

Voice: I am the Herald, and I am known to you. To answer your question – yes, you did die. You died many times before, but this death was more profound. Nonetheless, it is my great honour to be a part of your ascension. I will help you return to your friends.

And with that, the Herald turns on his heels and walks into the mist. With no other option available to him, TLTE follows. Despite his aged appearance, the Herald moves swiftly – though in the broken logic of a dream, his legs do not seem to move at all. TLTE walks faster, catching him up as they walk through the mist.

TLTE: What do you mean, my death was more profound? Is that you, Arkng Thand?

Herald: I am not the Progenitor, no. Although it pains me to tell you this, great one, your physical form was not the death suffered this time. You were Forgotten.

TLTE: What? How can this be?!

Herald: Perhaps your writer became busy with other projects. Perhaps you doubted your destiny. Or perhaps a friend you once trusted the most repaid an old debt you owed.

At this remark, the Herald chuckles, which descends into a coughing fit that requires him to place a white handkerchief over his mouth. The handkerchief is withdrawn, but not before TLTE notices a bright patch of crimson overlaid on the white.

Herald: All quite inconsequential, of course. Being Forgotten was simply the nadir of your character arc. A necessary low to fall to, given where you are now headed.

TLTE: So...this is how Michael MacFarlane felt. This fear, this loneliness...this anger.

TLTE’s gloved fist clenches, and he looks at it ruefully.

TLTE: I let him become Forgotten...and then I killed him.

Herald: Of course you did! And now, in your absence, he has caused your downfall. It was he who spread the seeds of amnesia in the hearts of those you love the most. Even the boy, who now confuses her feelings for you. Even...her.

TLTE: Losien. I need to get back to Losien. How do I get out of here?

Herald: We are nearly there, my lord. May I beg a question of you?

TLTE: Of course. What is it?

Herald: Will you kill Michael MacFarlane? Kill him for what he's done to you?

TLTE: I already killed him.

Herald: And yet he returned, a ghost of a Hero, clinging to life like a drowning man clutches at flotsam. Surely you will kill him out of revenge?

TLTE: No.

Herald: Then out of mercy, perhaps?

TLTE: I don't know if I will kill him at all.

Herald: You have Forgotten much of yourself, great one.

The Herald begins coughing again, and this time the blood falls from his mouth before he can catch it with his handkerchief.

TLTE: Are you OK, comrade?

Herald: I deserved my fate, great one. As you deserve yours.

TLTE: Why do you call me “great one”? How do I know you?

Herald: I was part of your ascension. A small, pathetic brick on the road to your true fate. At the time, it was difficult for me. But now I am proud to serve, in my way.

TLTE goes to ask another question, but is uncertain how exactly it should be worded. For a time, the two men walk side-by-side through a misted underworld (overworld?), hearing the echoes of what TLTE now understands to be reality. Tantalisingly close; but at the same time, unmistakeably distant.

TLTE: You’re Forgotten too, then?

Herald: Forgotten to time, space and history, great one. After you leave, I imagine I will fade to nothingness.

TLTE: Why don’t you come with me, then? Back to the land of the living?

The Herald looks at TLTE with a sideways glance. What is his expression – regret? Resentment? Or merely resignation?

Herald: I have been dead and Forgotten for years. My family, to the extent they still exist, have moved on; nothing in the world can even mark that I once existed. Most importantly of all, though, if I came back, I would invalidate my role in your greatness. I was picked from thousands upon thousands to become the Herald, you see. I am the most fortunate of all to meet you again.

TLTE: What do you -

Herald: We are here.

A door stands before TLTE and the Herald. It is, by all accounts, an inexplicable door; wooden, with a red-trim frame, seeming to lead nowhere. The Herald hacks one last time into his handkerchief, clears his throat, and extends a shaking finger to point to the door.

Herald: You must leave now, great one.

TLTE: But I'm Forgotten. They won't know who I am.

Herald: Your friends and loved ones will remember you after some persuasion. It was the greatest honour to see you again.

TLTE: But how do I know you? Did I know you before you died?

The Herald smiles broadly. A sheen of blood stains his teeth.

Herald: Of course, great one. You killed me.

TLTE stares at the Herald, who continues to smile. He takes an involuntary step backward. The Herald, still smiling, steps forward.

Herald: Thousands upon thousands of us, all murdered by you, all Forgotten...and for so long we despaired, and we howled, and we wailed at the injustice...but then he came! The Progenitor! And he told me what to do – how to bring you back – and who you truly are! What you are destined to do! And suddenly, it all made SENSE!

The Herald takes another step forward. TLTE steps back against the door, his mouth agape in apoplectic horror. The Herald’s chest – how could he not see it before? – was scored with bright red bullet holes, the entry wounds consistent with...with a revolver like...

Herald: Don’t you see? We didn’t die for nothing! The WriterGod, as always, has a design for us! A lifetime of killing, perpetrated by you – as a spy, as a soldier, as a villain – has meaning! It has purpose! Because you are the Last True Evil, in name and in nature! You are the True Villain of the NeS as was prophesied by the Progenitor! We are your victims, and you will burn everyone you love from this world as you smile, laughing as you smile, killing as you smile –

TLTE’s shaking hand finds the doorknob. He wrenches it open, fleeing from the un-world, but even as he runs – even as the silver film over his vision peels back, and a bright light eclipses his vision – in his ears echo a laugh that slowly, but surely, inevitably rolls into a cough.

Cough cough.

Cough cough.
The Last True Evil - consistent nobody in the Discussion Forum since 1998
2012-07-25, 9:55 PM #1436
Cough cough. Cough--

Gebohq the Writer: --cough COUGH C-COUGH coughcough. Wheeeeze... this persistent cough is really starting to anno--

Gebohq the Writer grabs his desk to hold himself still as he's sent into a furious coughing fit.


Gebohq the Writer: ...annoy me. Ugh. Well, I can't be letting the other writers think they can start calling out sick...

He proceeds to tap away at his keyboard.


------------------------------------------

In the Never-ending Story Thread, Losien, Amal, Al Ciao, Rachel, Soriel, Maeve, The Otter, the Fairy Godmother, Apple, and Master Thand press on with their journey down Memory Lane.


The Otter: You're under some evil influence, Losien. This isn't you.

Losien: For once, I'm holding my own, and now you accuse me of not being myself. **** you.

Maeve: Woah. Hot.

Al Ciao:
While we're on that subject--

Apple: Lay off it already! It's already bad enough I might be carrying your child. Or the psychopathic protagonist's.

Amal:
Don't talk about my love like that! She's got the burden of the story on her.

Rachel: Get a grip, Amal. You're floundering your potential for unrequited love.

Soriel: Isn't that what you've done with Geb?

Fairy Godmother:
Right, I'm out of here.

Did I say "journey down towards Memory Lane" before? I meant "let the memories fly on by as they fight among each other" instead. Speaking of memories, one from page 19 floats by them...


Originally posted by Gebohq:
Inside the Forbidden Fortress of Forbiddeness tm, our heroes trudge on. After having gave away their position via annailation of an entire mountainside, the group decided to run like hell to the next part, deeper inside the fortress. Not before destroying the enemy tank and getting some semi-useful gear.

Randy: *gasp* I think that *pant* this giant rocket launcher has *wheeze* run out of *gasp* ammo.

Ante: That's ok, I think the rest of us pick up better weapons a few minutes ago.

Randy: What? Gr...well, do I get one?

Otter: Er...sorry, we gave the last one to Krig.

Krig is holding what appears to be a shotgun of sorts, sniffing the barrel. Giving a look of disgust, Krig throws the gun tot he ground and promptly hacks it with his axe.

Randy: *sigh* Back to using my massively useless laser pistol.

Maybe: So where are we now?

CookedHaggis: We're deep within the Forbidden Fortress of Forbideness tm, where the mighty Spooky Taco dwells. We're to find the Spooky Taco and destroy it, and along the way shoot every minion of it along the way and uncover a secret plot that--oops, getting ahead of myself.

Losien: Why do we have to destroy it? What did it do to us? After all, we've met nice taco people, like Enchilada Man.

Phantom: (in an English accent)Yes, and what were you going to say about a plot? Tell me or I'll shoot.

CookedHaggis: I don't know! They change it all the time and it's never terribly crutial through the singleplayer experience. Most of the time...Why am I always getting threatened? And what's your real accent, Phantom?

Phantom: (in russian accent)You ask too many questions.

Geb: Oooooooooh! I wonder what this button does on the gun.

Gebohq pushes the button and the large gun begins to make a charging sound.

Geb: Uh-oh...

The ominous charge of the group's rage at each other grows as well.

The Otter: Don't you remember how much nicer you used to be?

Losien:
Don't you remember when you were someone people cared about?

Maeve: You tell 'im!

Al Ciao: Come on, now. Let's make love, not war.

Apple: I should just assassinate the lot of you.

Amal:
That might be a good idea, actually...

Rachel: Are you really suggesting suicide because your love spurned you?

Soriel:
If you weren't projecting, you might have noticed he was implying that the group's moral core is lacking.

The group of so-called-heroes continue to raise their voices at each other, and a fight between them is about to break out.

Master Thand: Cough cough.

Everybody turns towards the interruption, and yet their attention is not towards Master Thand himself. Instead, it's by him, where another memory from page 19 shines into view...

Originally posted by The Last True Evil:
Suddenly, The Last True Evil burst into (insert wherever the hell everyone is at the moment) and screams:

"I'M HIP! I'M EXCITING! I WANT TO BE PART OF THIS FABULOUS STORY! DON'T UNDERSTAND ME! LOVE ME!"

And in a mirror of that memory, a familiar figure steps through a wooden door with red trim. Losien and the others stand in growing shock as old memories suddenly flood back to them that they had once forgotten.

Losien:
Oh thank God!

She rushes to The Last True Evil and embraces him. Amal is about to join when he holds back, half out of respect for the couple's moment and half out of shame for forgetting The Last True Evil and acting as he did towards Losien. Everyone else, distracted by the new arrival of The Last True Evil, doesn't notice as Master Thand starts to leave. Amal, however, catches Master Thand before he has left the scene and steps towards him.


Amal: Wait! Please.

Master Thand stops and turns towards Amal with a questioning hum typical of wise old men.

Amal: I know you've been putting on a show for everybody. Pretending to be the fool, the know-it-all, the villain, whatever role was convenient at the time, never letting anyone know what your true thoughts are. And now this. What is your big plan?

A beat passes. Master Thand leans to whisper in Amal's ear.


Master Thand: What makes you think I have any plan at all?

He turns to leave the scene again. Amal calls out to him as Master Thand exits the stage.

Amal:
When will you be coming back?

Without hesitation, Master Thand calls softly back.


Master Thand: I'll have never left.

Amal stares off to where Master Thand can no longer be seen.
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2012-07-26, 7:20 AM #1437
[quote=Page 20]*Deep inside the bowels of the Forbidden Fortress of Forbiddeness™, Our Heroes trudge wearily through the dark, slimy, polygonal halls. The Last True Evil and Gebohq walk at the head of the rather long line of misfit champions.*

Geb:"So, Mr. Last True Evil, what brings you to the Forbidden Fortress of Forbiddeness™?"

TLTE:"Um... I'm not sure. Isn't this Salk Middle School?"

Janitor Bob: (walking up from behind)"Yeah, that confused me, too. Y'see, this isn't actually Salk Middle School, it just looks nothing like it. That's where the confusion comes in."

*Suddenly, from behind a sign that says "McDonalds: We Love To See Your Money", thirteen Asparagus Troopers leap into the hallway, entirely blocking it. In appearance, they look like giant sprouts of asparagus, with arms and legs and SWAT gear. They menacingly close in on Our Heroes.*

Geb:"Dear God! What are those twisted monstrosities?!"

Janitor Bob:"Egad! Asparagus Troopers! I should have known!"

Geb:"Wait, aren't you from another dimension or something? How do you know what these are?"

*Janitor Bob's face squints into a grim, heroic expression, as if recalling some dark, horrific memory that haunts him to this day.*

Janitor Bob:"I have no idea."

*The Asparagus Troopers close in, striking cheesy martial arts moves as they do. One of them speaks in a frightening, asparagusy voice.*

Asparagus Trooper #1:"Surrender now, or face terrible punishment!"

*At once, the entire group of Our Heroes puts their hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. Asparagus Trooper #1 blinks confusedly, then turns to whisper to Asparagus Trooper #2.*

Asparagus Trooper #1:"We've never had anyone actually surrender before! What do we do?"

Asparagus Trooper #2:"Um... eat them?"

Asparagus Trooper #1:"Hey, now there's an idea! Just lemme check with the Boss..."

*Asparagus Trooper #1 steps off to the side and begins speaking into a walkie talkie.*

Asparagus Trooper #12 : (near the back of the group of Troopers)"Hey, what's the holdup up there? C'mon, it's not like we have nothing else to be doing! I've got a pie in the oven!"

Asparagus Trooper #2:"Hey, quiet back there! And keep your creepy pie addiction out of this!"

Asparagus Trooper #1: (putting his walkie talkie away) "Ok men, the Boss says we can eat them, now -- HEY, where'd they go?!"

*The area where our Heroes were is now empty... and cleaner, thanks to Janitor Bob.*

Asparagus Trooper #1:"Oh, man, we let them get away when we were arguing! Somebody's gonna lose their head for this!"

Where have Our Heroes dissapeared to? Did they run away? And who is this 'Last True Evil' fellow? Is he related to SemiEvil in any way? Exactly how many 'evils' can there be in one story? Which Asparagus Trooper will lose his head? Do Asparagus Troopers even have heads? What is the record for most questions in a single paragraph? All these questions and more possibly answered in the next incredibly complex installment of... The Never Ending Story...story...tory...ory...[/quote]

Whilst Losien and TLTE are cuddling, their twue wub ejects Darkside forcibly from Losien's personality, removing her b*tchiness -- but leaving her newfound self-confidence intact.

TLTE: Los... love, it's so good to see you again.

Losien snuggles.

Losien: Shut up and kiss me.

They kiss, yadda-yadda-yadda.

TLTE: So... leather jacket?

Losien looks down at herself, as if noticing it for the first time.

Losien: I kinda like it.

TLTE smiles.

TLTE: I do too.

Meanwhile, Soriel is pondering the memory that just flashed by.

Soriel: Funny, the Asparagus Troopers seem vaguely familiar to me too. And what is with Salk Middle School? It's like... deja vu.

[quote=Forgotten from Page 3]In a relatively normal corner of the NeS, a bland looking middle school crowns a hilltop. Well, I say "crown", but really it's more like a chicken pox scar. And while a hill might make something look more impressive, it really just means that at least one school bus stalls on the road up every day.

In a Home Economics class, an NPC is eagerly rolling a pie.

Asparagus Trooper #12 (young and acne-riddled): Mmmmmm, I never really like pie before, but now I'm addicted. So many flavors! And consistencies! And subtle colors!

Janitor Bob dutifully mops up the bits of pie Asparagus Trooper #12 is flinging about in his mad pie rolling.

Janitor Bob: I wish you'd be cleaner, AT.

Asparagus Trooper #12: This is *art*, man! Don't stand in the way of genius.

Janitor Bob sighs and breaks out the Windex. Taking careful aim, he covers the pie batter in it.

Asparagus Trooper #12: Dude! Wth?!

Janitor Bob: Just being proactive.

Asparagus Trooper #12 eyes the pie batter dubiously, then dips a finger in it and tastes it. His eyes light up.

Asparagus Trooper #12: That's AWESOME! Hit me again!

Janitor Bob: Wha-at?

Asparagus Trooper #12: Another light application, and this will be the food of the gods!
[/quote]

-----

On Mount Olympus, home of the gods, Dionysus is drinking fermented ambrosial nectar. He takes a big bite out of AT12 brand(TM) oven-baked pie.

Dionysus: Eh? What am I holding empty hands to my face as if I'm taking a bite out of something.

He furrows his brow, then shrugs.

Dionysus: Weird.

He goes back to drinking fermented ambrosial nectar.

-----

[quote=Forgotten from Page 3]Suddenly, Codename: TLTE rushes in! He's waving a standard-issue Soviet revolver in his hand.

TLTE: Nobody move!

Janitor Bob sighs, and starts mopping out TLTE's feet, which have left muddy bootprints on the floor. TLTE stares, totally taken aback. Quickly recovering, he shoves the barrel of the revolver against the underside of Janitor Bob's chin. Janitor Bob blinks as the filthy gunmetal stains his chin, and sprays some Windex on the barrel. There is a horrible squeaking and grinding, and the revolver literally falls to pieces.

TLTE: GAH! I'm gonna have to get me a nicer revolver. No more standard-issue crap for me.

Asparagus Trooper #12: I reaaaally hope you're not here for my pie.

TLTE: Nope. Just you.

Asparagus Trooper #12: Wha-at?

TLTE: Your mother, the filthy American diplomatic envoy to Poland, is subtly turning our Eastern European vassals against us! She'll cease and desist, or you will die!

Janitor Bob: Mrs. Trooper is filthy! Looks like I'll have to make a house-call.

TLTE looks at Janitor Bob askance. Suddenly, Soriel leaps in through the ceiling, creating a massive hole that Seraphim would be proud of. Fred flashes in the pillar of leaking sunlight, and... nothing happens.

Soriel: Wait, where'd your gun go?

TLTE: This capitalist pigdog used some strange chemical weapon to disassemble it into its constituent parts.

Soriel: Well, that's a damn shame. I was planning on slicing the barrel off in a cool action move.

Fred Teh Uber Blade: Whoa there, boyo! I don't wanna come anywhere near another guy's barrel!

Soriel: SILENCE BLADE!

Asparagus Trooper #12: So, sword wielding dude of awesomeness, are you here to say, "Come with me if you want to live"?

Soriel: Actually, I'm not here for you. I'm on a quest for the Holy Grail!

TLTE: I have no idea where this Grail is.

Soriel: I know. I don't actually want to find it. A divinely given quest is a great excuse to kill things.

It is then that a sinister figure, wreathed in black mist, steps through the door.

Michael McLongname the Twice-Forgotten: Interesting memory, this. If I don't erase this, then the four of you will form an elite squad that will rival Hero Force One.

He grins wickedly.

Soriel and TLTE are no longer here, having never come. Janitor Bob surveys the spotless floor proudly, leaning on his mop.

At the ambassadorial suite in Poland, Asparagus Trooper #12 samples a bit of pie batter and frowns disappointedly.

Asparagus Trooper #12: This is missing something, I wish I knew what![/quote]
2012-07-28, 7:01 AM #1438
[quote=Three posts ago, in TLTE's recently vacated half-world]TLTE: GEBOHQ! LOSIEN! Damn it. COOL MATTY! HIGHEMPEROR! FOR LENIN'S SAKE, ANYONE![/quote]

Although TLTE has left, the misty half-formed dimensions act as a carrier wave to the slightly out-of-phase Verizon satellite in orbit around the Earth. (It competes for space with the wreckage of various Star Destroyers.) Faithful to its automated tasks, it redirects the signal as appropriate.

On Memory Lane, Losien's phone trills the My Little Pony theme, she answers it to hear her fiance's voice.


Phone: LOSIEN!

She furrows her brow at her fiance.

Losien: Um... it's from you?

They stare at each other, perplexed.

Meanwhile! At wherever the heck Cool Matty is! From the looks of the camera angle, it's some place that's burning with blue fire.


CM: WAAAAAAAA-HOOOOOOOOOOO!

He torches the place further with wanton glee. His phone then rings to the tone of, "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."

CM: Y'ello?

Phone: Damn it. COOL MATTY!

CM: Huh?

Phone: *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

Cool Matty shrugs, then torches the phone.

CM: I need to buy a new one anyway.

In the eerie half-world TLTE so recently vacated, the satellite returns a signal back to the half-dimensional carrier wave, such that it echoes into it.

Automated Female Voice: I'm sorry, the wireless customer you have called is unavailable. Please try again later.

Red flags go up at Verizon HQ.

Verizon Guy: OMG! A signal that didn't go through!

Verizon Guy's Body Double: What? Who sent it? To whom was it directed?

Verizon Guy's Stunt Man: From some weird ethereal plane partially out of phase with the earth. Caller ID reveals one The Last True Evil.

Verizon Guy's Clone: Other calls from him went through. That's not the problem. It's something to do with the recipient. Some bloke called Highemperor. Why can't we reach him?

Verizon Guy's Twin: I don't know. It should be impossible. We cover everywhere in the NeSiverse!

They fall silent for a moment, as the implications of that hit them.

Verizon Guy Impersonator: My God... It's outside our universe.

Shortly, the Verizon Guy can be seen in a weird dimension that Cthulhu - or perhaps the Care Bears, it's hard to tell - might inhabit.

Verizon Guy: Can you hear me now? Good!

In Hell, a hunched over fellow - bowed under demonic whips - is singled out by an imp overseer.

Imp Overseer: Phone call for ya, Prisoner #23425623897.

Prisoner #23425623897 furrows his brow but takes the profferred phone. He answers in a thick Russian accent.

Prisoner #23425623897: Da?

Phone: FOR LENIN'S SAKE, ANYONE! *beeeeeeeeeeeeeep*
2012-07-28, 7:12 AM #1439
[quote=Page 21]*In the CyberArena (TM), the Spooky Taco d00d continues to blast hundreds of large orbs of Force Destruction at the heroes and the alien grunts, who are running around waving their arms up in the air like citizens, occasionally taking a futile shot at the Taco*

Otter: And the fire of hell DID descend upon the heathen masses!

*Geb, up in the Crows nest continues to try to think of a plan to save the day, that doesn't necessarily involve any action on his part. In the meantime he cheers the other heroes on.*

Geb: Give me an N!
Give me an E!
Give me an S!


*Rahn announces the ongoing battle with his typical dramatic pessimism. That is, until, theOtter pushes him aside and grabs the microphone*

Otter: But lo, the swarm of rubber duckies DID come down, and DID sweep the land like angry locusts...

Spooky Taco: w00t! TEH H@x0rz SI r0x0rz!

Janitor Bob: What language is he speaking?

Cooked: I have no Idea. It's not English that's for sure.

Phantom (In whiny kid voice): Come on, Mr. Waiter. Gimme my M-16. Come on!

Cooked: All in due time. First you must fill out the required paperwork.

Phantom: Awww.

Bob: I still can't figure out what language the Taco's speaking.

*Suddenly a green plated protocol droid materializes out of thin air, for no other apparent reason than conveniance.*

Droid: Hello, I am 13-37, Human-Hacker relations.

*Krig takes a swipe at the Taco with his gleaming razor sharp axe. The axe richochets off the Taco's hard shell. The Taco blasts Krig with multiple bolts of Force Destruction, causing Krig to fly back and hit his head on the Popcorn Stand 3DO.*

Spooky Taco: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!!!

Bob: What the heck is he saying?

13-37: It is a hackers way of saying: Ha Ha, sir.

*the Otter continues his speech*

Otter: And then Losien thus DID offer up thee cheese and thy crackers unto thee...

*Janitor Bob looks at 13-37 increduolously.*

Bob (seething): The taco's a hacker.

13-37: Why yes, sir.

Bob: A hacker...

13-37: That's right.

Bob (with foam visibly dripping out of his mouth): I HATE hackers...

*Bob runs up to the Taco, screaming, waving his pushbroom, and dives into it. He starts bashing it from the inside. Slowly, the Taco's health meter starts to go down.*

Sem: I've just GOT to save the world. Again.

*Sem lifts his voice up to the heavens. He dramatically cries out*

Sem: KICK: SPOOKY TACO

*nothing happens*

Spooky Taco: ROTFLMAO! j00 c@nt 0d d@t! /me h@5 5p@(3s @ft@r mi n@/\/\3!

13-37: He said: Ha! You can't do that! I have spaces after my name!

Sem: Confounded! Guess we're going to have to whine for help. Again. OH GREAT WRITERS UP ABOVE. WE PLEAD FOR YOUR GUIDANCE AND HELP. YOU MUST DOWNLOAD HACKER BOOTER![/quote]

Rachel: Okay, so hold on. Al was a religious nut a page or so ago, and now Otter is?

Amal: Technically, this was (p)AGES ago.

Maeve: Wow, all that fire and brimstone. It's rather hot.

Rachel: Ooooh, a pun! My girl.

She raises her hand for a high five. Maeve stares at her.

Maeve: Who's making a pun?

Al: Is there anything you don't find hot, Maeve?

Maeve considers.

Maeve: Not really, no. I'll try anything once.

Otter: :awesome:

Maeve: Except emus.

Everyone else: :huh:

Rachel: Okay, so wait. If Janitor Bob's Mop of Righteous Fury was able to break through the hacks...then that's what we need to stop the Ohqs' tyrannical grasp of Main Charactership!

TLTE: Eh? What is this drivel?

Losien blushes.

Losien: Wellllll... They just found out that the source of our destiny is not some high and mighty fate, just some really good hacks.

TLTE: :omg: That's so underhanded!

Losien: .(

TLTE: I love it! :awesome:

Losien: :D

Rachel: Note to self -- Pursue side quest: recovering the Mop of Righteous Fury.

Carlotta: Mmmmmm, that mop looks much... longer than you, Fred.

Fred: :rant:
2012-07-28, 7:34 AM #1440
[quote=Page 21]*Suddenly, Last True Evil (hereafter forever known as TLTE), who has been frozen in suspended animation since his last post, unfreezes (due to a, erm, celestial alignment of the stars) just in time to watch Big Mac's Pickup Truck head over the cliff! With reflexes honed to perfection in Mother Russia, TLTE leaps over the handrailing, attaching his rappeling rope to the guard-rail as he does so. As the events of Janitor Bob's last post unfold, TLTE rappels down, pulling himself into the cab of the pickup truck.*

Losien: Who are you?

*TLTE's reply is coated in a thick Russian accent.*

TLTE: (Pulling her out of Mac's sweaty flab) There'll be time for explanations (and hopefully some sex) later! Let's go!

*With that, he pulls her close and leaps out the cab window. The pickup truck smashes into the Massassi Offices in an actnic fireball of destruction and carnage. TLTE and Losien, still hanging from the rope, watch on.*

Losien: Well...I don't know quite who you are, but thank you for rescuing me-

TLTE: In Russia, we have a saying that works well here.

Losien: Really? What's that?

TLTE: "Gimme some sugar, baby".

*He tries to kiss her, but her knee is faster.*

Losien: Like I said, thanks for the rescue...

*She drops off the rope, leaving the still-groaning TLTE to squint through his tears to see her.*

TLTE: Where are you going?

Losien: I've got to see if I can help anyone in the wreckage. Maybe there's some survivors...

TLTE: Ha! (Talking into tape recorder) Wednesday, July 11, 2001. TLTE dazzles another lovestruck honey. Score 1 for Mother Russia!

*He descends from the rope, laughing...*[/quote]

Losien and TLTE look at each other. All the other heroes look at them.

Losien: Our first meeting...

TLTE: It was fate, darling.

They kiss. The others look on, incredulous.

Amal: Wow. Um. Didn't know that about Uncle Tee El Tee Ee.

Otter: Wow, what a douchebag he was.

Rachel: Was? And you're kinda the pot to his kettle.

Al: Kinda?

Maeve: Y'know, that pomposity is kinda hot.

Al: Kinda?

Soriel: Seriously, Maeve?

Apple: Didn't we just have this conversation?

Maeve: Hello, Apple. They're men.

All the women nod knowingly.

Al: Kinda?

Everyone rolls their eyes. Rachel cuffs him upside the head.

Otter: So, wait, Los - you shagged a random sound guy - named Joe of all things - but you knee the sexy secret agent?

TLTE: Normally I don't object to being called sexy, but from a pervert of the same gender...kinda creepy.

Otter: Shut up. You know what I mean.

Maeve: Well, darn. I was looking forward to some guy-on-guy action. So hard to find.

Apple: I know, right?!

Losien: It's not that hard. There's probably more porn sites than straight or lesbian ones.

Everyone turns to look at Losien. Her deep crimson blush tells all. Al cocks his eyebrow, but then voices the question that - to him - is more pertinent.

Al: So why is it that, despite you're not getting off to a good start, the good girls ALWAYS go for the bad boys?

Apple: Don't complain, babe. Good guys get the bad girls.

She smirks at him. Al brightens.

Al: So you DO want my baby!

Apple: Hell. No. But I did enjoy our shag.

Fred: Woooo, I wanna see some of that! Like some live porn or something.

Carlotta: Hun, just keep watching the memories. There's some juicy ones rolling by.

Losien: SILENCE, INANIMATE OBJECTS!

TLTE's spymaster training is too ingrained to let him jump, but his muscles do stiffen momentarily around his fiance.

TLTE: Er...what?

Losien: Oh, um, you might be wondering why I'm wearing a purple cape over my leather jacket......

Al: Kinda?
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