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The Never-ending Story Thread²
2013-01-25, 7:18 PM #1521
Previously, in the story-world of the Never-ending Story (NeS) Thread Squared...

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MAIN PLOT
: Memory Lane


The main protagonists, better known as the NeS heroes, are journeying down the quasi-real Memory Lane, a relatively unformed and misty place where memories of the NeS appear before them. While their bodies remain in the den of the Haunted Hall of Heroes, their minds travel down Memory Lane with the assistance of a screen projector displaying the contents of their scrapbook of their early adventures.

(PLEASE NOTE: Instances where a memory references a page number of the NeS, it usually if not always refers to the page of the ORIGINAL Neverending Story Thread, as this thread is technically its sequel. For an overview of the NeS in its entirety, see here.)

Though this is an entertaining romp on its own, there are dire stakes involved. Villains are attempting to reach the lost spirit of the NeS and consume it, thus erasing the NeS from having ever existed. This erasure is also known as being Twice-Forgotten. Segments of the story in all bold text are generally indicative of being Twice-Forgotten.

The heroes are aware of the villainous trio, Darkside, Tsolo, and the Illusionist, but what they don't know is that Michael McFarlane is the true mastermind. Currently, Michael is in possession of the Holy Hand Remote, which allows him a great advantage in finding the lost spirit of the NeS while the other heroes are distracted by the other villains, and Tsolo has been particularly tasked with breaking the will of an isolated Losien as part of Michael's desire for revenge against wrongs he perceives to have been committed against him.

[quote=Cast of Heroes]Losien Simon - She is currently 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 - though it seems she has developed some new confidence as a side effect of her temporary possession by Darkside. By the tropes that are natural law in the story-world of the NeS, all hope of success relies on her; although it has been recently revealed that much of her family's power comes from l33t hacks! She aims to prove herself worthy of her main character mantle and not let down either her brother, Gebohq, the former main character who is not 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.

Al Ciao - Formerly a normal-ish looking fellow with a Charlie Brown-style shirt, jeans, and spiky neon orange hair, he is now an ectoplasmic bullet-ridden normal-ish looking fellow with a Charlie Brown-style shirt, jeans, and spiky neon orange hair, having been shot to death by his ex-girlfriend. Formerly a powerplayer known as Highemperor, he exorcised that aspect from himself, and that now independent personality left the NeSiverse for more epic venues. Prior to this current quest, Al was briefly the incompentent ruler of Hell, a.k.a. Canada. Darkside secretly brought out his darker nature, which turned out to be the uncontrollable desire to impregnate every eligible female he can. Due to this, and Darkside's manipulation, Al has married a now-feminine Darkside to successfully father their child.

The Last True Evil: Destined as the Ultimate Villain of the NeS, the former Soviet spy seems to be flying in the face of fate. Now Losien's fiancee and father-figure to Amal, TLTE fights for the possibly-futile hope of his redemption. Resourceful and a Romantic in his own harsh way, he has a personal history with Michael MacFarlane, the latest of which includes an attempt by Michael to turn TLTE twice-forgotten. Currently under a powerful story trope that renders him Losien's damsel in distress, The Last True Evil is driven to help the heroes while not destroying Losien's position as main character and his hope for lasting redemption.

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. Currently, she aims to keep an eye out for imbalance in the current conflict as well as the Mop of Righteous Fury, the talismanic weapon of Janitor Bob, which has the power to break through Losien's hacks, should that become necessary.

Amal - Once "raised" in solitude by the eminent scholar, Master Thand, Amal had only the company of books provided by Thand until found and adopted by The Last True Evil (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 caretakers, Losien and TLTE, as well as keep an eye on the likes Al Ciao.

Soriel - A no-nonsense, bloodthirsty swordsman, currently wounded by the combined forces of Darkside and Tsolo 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 in story worlds such as the NeS). He gave his talking, and perverted, sword and cape to Losien as she is the main character in more need of them than himself whilst injured. Instead he is continuing his old ambition to learn of the NeS and secretly harbours desires to attain the role of NeS's paramount scholar.

The Otter - A half-posh, half-punk, all-drunk, womanizing British NeS veteran, the Otter seems to be around only because he is too drunk to take himself anywhere else for the time being. He is currently attempting to collect himself after the recent memories, as well as his keener perception of their situation remaining unheard, launching him into depression.

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. Maeve also harbors an as-of-yet unresolved love/hate relationship with Losien.

Apple - An assassin-for-hire capable of becoming invisible to varying degrees depending on her load. She is generally selfish and eager for challenges. Lovely African-American woman with several locks of her hair dyed red. Pregnant, and rapidly gestating. It is uncertain who the father is. (See Sub Plot (2), below.)[/quote]

[quote=Cast of Villains] Michael MacFarlane - A Twice-Forgotten character and current mastermind of the villains, Michael is a former NeS hero turned shade of his former self. Currently, he hides in the shadows. Once working for Darkside and Tsolo, he overthrew him and made them work for him instead. He conspired to kidnap and Twice-Forget TLTE, but the weight of TLTE's destiny rescued him from oblivion. 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. People forget Michael as soon as he leaves them. Michael is currently using the other villains to distract the NeS heroes while he searches for the lost spirit of the NeS so that he may have it consumed and forgotten.

(Lady) Darkside - A Legion-like spectre of malevolence, recently taken the form of a woman. Former lawyer, and composite entity of all the greatest villains in NeStian fantastic history (although really, what's the difference between the two?). She recently began drawing out the darker natures of the heroes on Memory Lane. Now working for Michael McLongname.

The Illusionist - No one is quite clear on who he/she is, given their mysterious powers of illusion and shapeshifting. Works for Michael McLongname, though like everyone else, the Illusionist forgets that every time he leaves, only remembering the orders.[/quote]


SECONDARY PLOT: War in London

A war between Heaven and Hell has broken out above London. Seraphim, member of Hero Force One, renounced heaven despite orders from her superior Serapharch, and subdued her former boss. Heaven retaliated by sending their hosts to London, where the Hovercarrier of Hero Force One is stationed. Acidspitter, former member of Hero Force One, current Devil of Hell (aka Canada), and estranged boyfriend of Seraphim, unleashed his demonic hordes to defend his lover and old team.

Although currently only Hero Force One, Al Ciao's teenage daughter Iriana Emp, and inactive NeS heroes MZZT and Geb are in London, more NeS heroes are soon to converge upon the battlefield, coming from the Haunted House of Heroes where Young has just given birth to Evil Geb's child Chance.

[quote=London Cast] Antestarr - An inactive NeS hero, former NeScholar, former apprentice to Master Thand, master of weapons and the invention thereof. He was not along ago on hte verge of dying- due to the severe physical stresses of overusing his Hyper-Time Modulator - until his ex-lover Nyneve turned him into an immortal, newly-young, vampire-like NeSferatu that feeds on the bloodink of characters. He is currently sorting out his life priorities.

Krig the Viking - Berserker Viking, berserker lawyer, berserker chaser of butterflies...well, you get the idea. Surprisingly competent at times, seemingly by accident, but perhaps there is more to him than has always seemed. Was recently killed by who appears to be the former NeS heroine Voodoo Snowflakes, at which point he was taken to Valhalla. He has recently returned to life and made his way to the Haunted House of Heroes. Former king of Switzerland; his father Krog has taken over in his absence. As always, he wishes only for the simple things in life: shinies, lobbing the heads of enemies with his axe, and the like.

Subaru - Antestarr's current romantic interest. Friend to the mageling Cool Matty and his wife Mimiru, who are inactive NeS heroes. She has discovered some blue-glowing telekinetic and healing powers, which she can focus into swords. Has just learned that Antestarr is a NeSferatu and is trying to adjust accordingly.

Evil Geb - Shattered Geb, Gebiyl, Evil G...these are all aliases of the same man, though he is partial to the latter. He is Gebohq from an alternate future a thousand years from now, which became its own alternate reality, known as the Shattered NeS. Once the ruler, he was deposed and came to the primary plane of the NeSiverse. Husband to Young and father to her new baby, Chance, Evil G mostly desires to entertain himself and protect his wife and child when the end comes...

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. He is also a martial arts master. [/quote]

[quote=NeS Heroes at Oxford University]Gebohq - Former main character, elder brother of current Main Character Losien. Characterized by a juxtaposition of laziness and cowardice with compassion and a strong sense of right and wrong.

MZZT - The tech expert for the NeS heroes. Has invented the Thingy(TM) (a painful teleportation portal) and the NeS hero watches.

Iriana Emp - Al Ciao's estranged daughter, and of the deceased Atlantean princess Alole. She just turned 16 and was emancipated, receiving a locket from her father, as well as a briefcase chock full of Canadian soul tokens - which have just cubed in value, thanks to Acidspitter, making her probably the richest Londoner in history. Not technically an NeS hero, simply a bystander in recent events.
Note: The source of ancient Atlantis' prosperity and fame, its banana cream Oreo knockoffs, were Twice-Forgotten by Michael McLongname; and therefore history has been re-remembered such that Atlantis is a little-known village that sank into the ocean 12,000 years ago. [/quote]

[quote=Hero Force One]Seraphim - Once an angel of light, she is now considered fallen. She still wears a clingy, dress of transparent light that barely - barely - conceals her most intimate spots. Capable of superstrength, flight, and various angelicky powers of healing and so forth, her primary trait seems to be her penchant for massive property damage.

Acidspitter - Real name Louis, Surname unrevealed. A 19 year old man in punkish attire - chains, leather, purple mohawk, his name tells you everything you need to know about his power set. Initially attracted to Seraphim because her angelic body wouldn't dissolve if he gave her tongue, he corrupted her even as she tamed him. Then he became an incubus, and their relationship got strained before the big fight. He is currently the moody ruler of Hell, "Mister Nine", but has managed to make Hell the richest country in the world once again.

Other Members of Hero Force One - The Morpheus-lookalike dual-katana-wielding magician, Dr. R. Deep . His apprentice, the teenager Magick Snowflakes . Judge , the British telekinetic woman whose most impressive power is her cleavage. Qhobeg , one of the seemingly endless number of Gebohq clones. The Company Kid , the wererat Benjamin Mahir, old pal of The Otter, who doesn't believe in the story and generally wants to be left alone. [/quote]


SUB PLOT (1): Gambling with Their Souls

Though this has by and large been forgotten by now, during his brief tenure as ruler of Hell, Al Ciao was forced by bureaucratic to make a fiendish bet. Should Gebohq, Losien's brother and Main Character at the time the bet was made, be instrumental in defeating the villains who seek to destroy the NeS at the Source, then the souls of all the other heroes (including Al Ciao's) would be released from Hell's ownership. (Geb owns his own soul; or at least, Hell doesn't.) But if not, then Geb's soul would be forfeit as well.

Of course, there are several complications that could arise from this, namely:
(A) Al Ciao is no longer the ruler of Hell. Does that make the bet null and void? If so, then how shall the heroes recover the deeds to their souls?
(B) The bet specified that Geb would instrumental to stopping Knowsoul. At the time, this amalgamation of Darkside and Tsolo was the chief villain. (They have now been separated into their component entities, and made subservient to Michael Mc Longname.) Again, does this render the bet null and void? Or does it mean that they failed the bet, since technically, Michael McLongname stopped Knowsoul, even though he too is seeking to destroy the Source?
(C) Geb is no longer the Main Character and is not even with the heroes. Is there any way for the heroes NOT to fail?


SUB PLOT (2): Who's the Daddy?

Apple (see above) was injected with the DNA of Highemperor/Al Ciao by the recurring demonic villain High Imp, and subsequently also injected with the DNA of Losien by Evil Geb. She is rapidly gestating, already showing, and no one knows for certain which of the two will be her baby's "father".

Evil Geb explained to Apple that the actions she takes and the traits she displays will determine this. If she acts selfless and heroic, then the "father" will be Losien. If arrogant and controlling, then the former aspect of Al Ciao, Highemperor, will be the father.

Losien has pledged to be the "father", so that a noble and virtuous child may come into the world. Al Ciao, on the other hand, desperately wants the baby to be his, due to the fact that Darkside brought out his rampant desires to impregnate every woman he sees.

Of course, given some very vague, unresolved hints about just who this baby is, it may be likely that the baby will swing towards Al Ciao's traits... [/shameless Writer plug]

Further complicating things is the fact that Al's ex-girlfriend Mia is also pregnant. This one is most definitely his child, and it is only High Imp's attempt to thwart fate that led to Apple's predicament. (Due to the fact that the child of Highemperor and a red-headed woman was prophesied.)

And now, on with the story!

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Concerned with how current events were progressing, Michael zips through pages 38 through 41 in a blur, the following memories only given their time as he turns distracted at Losien and the others...

Originally posted by The Last True Evil:
TVLTE: Now, comrades, the world is mine! BWA-HA-HA-HA-HA*cough*heh-heh-heh.....

*And let's face it; TVLTE was well within his rights to laugh. Alone and unassisted, he had invaded the demilitarised Yemen, and with nothing but his standard-issue silenced pistol and machete, had vanquished the combined forces of the world's armies. True, he was slightly aided by a strange paradox that could only occur in the NeS that prevented him from being killed. Now he slumped victoriously on the prestigious Throne of Yemen, a vaguely banana-shaped contraption with more booby trap systems and hidden weaponry than a Bond car.*

TVLTE: Now, let the final guardians approach; the NeS men! (and woman, should she decide to show)....Bah, where are they?! I'm tired of sitting on my hands...time to send them a little hurry-up present. Computer, list current NeS heroes in order of activity.

*Slowly, in a thick, undefinable accent, the computer rattles off a list of familiar names.*

Computer:...Prime threat: Tracer.

TVLTE: Tracer, eh? The name seems familiar, though I don't believe we've met. Computer, list arsenal, in order of most ironic.

*Top on the computer's list is the Anti-Tracer Tracer Bomb, a mortar-like device that can span entire continents, detonating next to the target and unleashing a hail of tracer bullets in every direction.*

TVLTE: Good...that will take out him and at least one more, prompting the rest into action. Deploy the Anti-Tracer Tracer!

*A banana-shaped missile is launched from the Yemen Palace. TVLTE presses another button on the handy throne, and from the floor emerges a metal slab, with the deceased TLTE on it.*

TVLTE: Curious...Life signs register nil, yet he continues to produce new cells and handle basic bodily functions. Computer?

Computer: Obviously, Time trying to repair its error by giving the NeS heroes a chance to revive him, thus making you vulnerable again.

TVLTE: Pffft, Time had its chance, the old geezer...if the NeS heroes come near me, I'll rip their noses off! And I'll just be getting warmed up....BWA-H

*But you get the idea. He laughs a bit more and we fade out. You've seen it a million times before. Hey, don't look like that. I'm doing you a favour here.*

Originally posted by Gebohq:
After much time and confusion, Ford and Semievil finally arrive at Yemen.

Ford: Did we have to stop at the mall?

Sem: The dress didn't match my shoes, and they had a sale at Macy's!

Gebohq, Losien, Lt. Randy, Kyle, Maybechild, The Otter, Mr.T, CookedHaggis, Krig the Viking, Galrek the Neutral, Antestarr, Dalaes, and the NeS heroes of the future lead by Asa Ohq each gave Ford and Semievil questioning looks. The Very Last True Evil and The (presently-dead) Last True Evil did not see Ford or Semievil, preoccupied with talking on the phone.

TVLTE: *over reciever* Yes son, the NeS heroes are all here... No son, I didn't take my Geratol... I don't need to take it! I'm invincible! ...*sigh* I know you care about my health...

Geb: So is everyone here?

Maybe: We haven't heard from Highemperor, Tracer, or Michael McLongname yet.

Geb: Well we can't afford to wait anymore-- TVLTE ran out of old super-villian/hero stories to tell us. We're just lucky Purevil called.

TVLTE: OK, I'll see you here in a bit then... No I can't put TLTE on the line... Cuz he's DEAD Purevil! ...NO it doesn't matter! ...Because TLTE is ME!...

Geb: Ford, Sem, did you bring my suit?

Ford: Yes, but a clown suit?

Geb: What do you mean? This is the most formal attire I own!

Ford: Uh...nevermind.

Kyle: Here Geb, wear this. *hands him the clown nose*

*The other heroes snicker uncontrollably*

Geb: Ha ha. I won't laugh while such danger hangs over us. You just watch...

TVLTE: ...now don't you be bringing your mother into this! I love her very much! ...well of course. Just because I'm a super-villian doesn't mean I can't love you... Don't go blaming me now! My childhood was TEN times worse than yours! TotallyEvil pales in comaprision to the tough love of Mother Russia...

Gebohq heads off to a room nearby, muttering how the chamber looks suspiciously like an eternal battleground. With the world's wealth at your hands, it's expected that TVLTE would make his place look worthy of a god of judgement. Before he gets a chance to step into the room to change though, he bumps into Ares.

Geb: Ares?

Ares: Yeah. Heard there'd be a battle going on here, so I brought some of my top-clown college students to witness it. *looks at clown attire in Geb's hand* Interested in attending?

Geb: I went to a hero's college, thank you very much!

Ares: A lot of good that did you.

Geb: Hey--don't forget who BEAT you back on page one!

Ares: You didn't beat me! I got bored. All you ever did was run away.

Geb: It WORKED, didn't it?

Ares: Could you hurry up? I don't have all day here.

Gebohq enters the room, and a few moments later, exits back out. Ares snickers upon seeing Gebohq.

Ares: Don't forget your red nose! *breaks down laughing. Even the clowns with him start laughing*

Geb: Knew I should have just rented a tux...

Gebohq walks back to the other heroes, who snicker.

Geb: You think this is funny? Our lives are at stake here! Yet *I'M* funny, and Ford and Semievil aren't?

Ford: Shut-up...

TVLTE: ...JUST GET HERE ALREADY! *hangs up the phone* Now onto more important matters...

Originally posted by Gebohq:
Tiger: Wraa!

Gebohq: Ahhh!

Gebohq is madly running from the starving Begal tiger, out of The Very Last True Evil's headquarters, through the oil fields of Yemen, through the desert lands of Saudi Arabia, through Jerusalum, swimming across the Mediterranian Sea (the tiger swimming behind), dashing through the Vatacin City, skiing down the Alps (the tiger on skis as well), and through the busy streets of Paris.

At this point, the Bengal tiger stopped, huffing and puffing, and said "Screw this," and decided to eat out at the nearest Parisian restaurant. The tiger was appalled at the service though, and ate 26 people and a mime who failed out of the Mime Acadamy.

Gebohq, having not bothered to turn around and see that the tiger stopped chasing him, began to swim the English Channel, briefcase in mouth. Upon the first hundred feet though, he noticed a swarm of alligators in the water.


Geb: WHAT? You got to be kidding! Why the hell are there alligators in a temperate zone?

Got me.

Originally posted by maevie:
That evening, Ford drags a still rather disorientated and somewhat wobbly Haggis to the party. Upon entering, they realise that maybe their bodies weren't supposed to cope with student life, much like anyone else's, for that matter. An entire floor is overrun with students, 20 rooms with all manner of strange creatures copulating on the floors, the tables, an occasional bed. There are people throwing up into every possible container. In the kitchen, which is devoid of anything which could be classed as food, a game of strip poker is taking place. However, being students, they have neglected to bring a pack of cards, and are instead rather drunkenly taking off clothing in apparently random succession, atleast according to Ford and Haggis. The two, somewhat taken aback at this display from the lowest possible lifeforms, try to blend into the background by grabbing a bottle of vodka and fighting over it.

*at the 'poker' game*

girl #1: oi! look don' touch, you sssslime! where'sss my bloody drink?

boy #1: I didn' touch you! blimey, womens! ok, thizz game iz ssstarting to sssuck, what ssshall we do now?

girl #2: wha' we playing aaanyway?

boy #2: who knowsss? but baby, *hic* you look good without clothes. mmerrow! *hic*

*girl #2 slaps boy #2, who falls out of his chair and passes out on the floor. she then gets up and leaves*

girl #1: well that wasss fun. who 'n earth are thooosse two?

the girl, after pulling on a random pair of jeans and a big tshirt, wanders over to Ford and Haggis, who stop fighting with the alcohol and freeze completely. she's tall, slim, blonde, blue eyed....a walking wet dream. it soon becomes apparent that she is also holding her breath. she breathes out, and suddenly she's 5'5", not quite so slim, bizarrely enough a little less blonde, and far more average looking.

girl #1: hi, 'm Maeve, I'm amaeving... wh're you guys?

Ford: um.....well, uh......

Maeve: 'ight then.

*Maeve grabs the vodka from them and stalks off*

Haggis: well that was rude.

Ford: indeed. I'm not sure I like these student people, they have absolutely no manners

Haggis: anyway, I'm gonna go

Ford: uh, why? look at all the alcohol, it's ours for the taking

Haggis: I've got early classes tomorrow

Ford: you can't be serious man, look at what it did to you today, all these classes are gonna kill you

Haggis: sorry, but I wanna give this a go, I'll catch you later

*Haggis turns to leave, at the very moment that a somewhat more inebriated Maeve returns, the vodka empty, grabs Ford and drags him off into the throng*

Haggis: well, he should be entertained atleast.
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2013-01-28, 5:20 AM #1522
London, Canary Wharf;

Captain: Oi! What the blasted Hell're you playing at!?

Voodoo Snowflakes
(as Sran Cadpill): There's an enemy invasion of this planet, Number One! I'm taking us in!

Captain: Yes, I noticed! That's why we were going to just drop your loony arse off and get the Hell out of here! What did you do to Perkins?

Voodoo Snowflakes: The Ensign had been subjected to some kind of enemy mind probe and wouldn't obey my orders! I had no choice but to subjugate him.

Captain: That's because he was under my orders to ignore you, you crazy fool!

Voodoo Snowflakes: No! Number One, you turned traitor!?

Captain: What the heck? How many levels of insane are you, girl? I'm going to throw you off my ship!

But before the burly Pirate Captain could grab the petite Voodoo Snowflakes a blast of demonic fire accidentally struck the ship and caused flames to spew up all around the two of them.

Captain: I knew I should have stuck to touring the Caribbean. Time to abandon ship!

Voodoo Snowflakes: A Captain never abdandons his ship!

Captain: A minute ago you thought you were the Captain!

Voodoo Snowflakes: I am the Captain!

Captain: Right. Whatever. You can stay then, Captain Crazy!

The Pirate Captain jumps overboard. Voodoo Snowflakes plays with the wheel of the ancient ship for a moment before she finally gave-up trying to find the warp speed buttons.

She drags the unconscious "Ensign Perkins" to the edge of the ship but before she could toss him overboard the ship crashed into the land sending them flying into the London paving.

Quobeg: That looked like it hurt.

Voodoo Snowflakes shot to her feet and pulls a dramatic pose.

Quobeg: Yeah... I'm sure you totally did that on purpose. :suicide:

Voodoo Snowflakes: My good man! You have the smell of honour about you!

Quobeg: I do? I just didn't have time to douse myself in cologne what with this war and everything...

Voodoo Snowflakes: You must be one of the simple inhabitants of this world in need of being protected from evil aliens that are pouring through a tear in time, right?

Quobeg: ... :huh:. I'll just go with... yes.

Voodoo Snowflakes: Excellent! My space-time ocular observation probe and identifier never fails!!

Quobeg: Your what? Is that some kind of STD?

Voodoo Snowflakes: The abbreviation is STOOP-ID!

Quobeg: I'm sure it is.
2013-01-28, 11:27 PM #1523
*When we last left former main character Gebohq he was doing...something...*

MZZT: THERE IS A FERRET IN MY PANTS.

*And MZZT was writhing around on the floor as somebody's pet ferret attacked him.*

Couchman: My dear, of course I will pour your tea.

*And Couchman was hitting on Princess Irania.*

Gebohq: Hi.

*And Gebohq was doing basically nothing because he wasn't the main character anymore.*

Couchman: You know, in addition to being a lawyer I have many other avocations. For example, I am a charter member of Cambridge's elite polo team.

*Couchman pours Irania her tea. In the background, MZZT screams as he continues to be mauled by a ferret.*

Couchman: I also have a great interest in the theatre. For example, I recently completed writing my latest tragedy. I call it 'Death of a Couchman'.

Irania: Oh my.

*Couchman hands Irania the manuscript to look over. In the background, MZZT grabs a nearby porcelain bust and begins smashing at the ferret still under his clothes.*

Couchman: My further pursuits include astronomy, taxidermy, and monopoly.

*Couchman gestures to a telescope, a gigantic stuffed grizzly bear that nobody noticed until now, and a monopoly game board.*

Gebohq: Wow, you're quite the guy, Couchman.

Irania: I should say so!

MZZT: Please somebody help me!

Gebohq: I love Monopoly!

MZZT: YEAAAARRRRGH!

*MZZT screams a war cry as he discards the bust and violently throws himself against the floor. Repeatedly.*

Couchman: Finally, I also find ample time to practice being a gentleman.

*Couchman reaches inside his legal robes and whisks out a rose, which he proffers to Irania.*

Irania: Oh my! I've never met anyone quit like you. You're like a modern Da Vinci! A true renaissance man!

MZZT: Aha! Got you now!

*MZZT reaches inside his MZZT robes and whisks out Couchman's pet ferret.*

Couchman: A modern Da Vinci yes; but somehow less. And yet, also something more...

*Couchman stands up and looks off in the distance. With one hand firmly grapsing the ferret, MZZT grabs a bowling ball and throws it through the large bay windows, smashing through the glass. Wasting no time, he launches the ferret out after it.*

Couchman: ...not a renaissance man, but...a couchman.

Irania: Bravo!

*Irania gives a polite golf clap to Couchman. Geb follows suit, but stops when Irania gives him a dirty look.*

Irania: Silence!

*Bloodied, beaten and thoroughly exhausted, MZZT collapses onto a couch.*

MZZT: Oh god, that was terrible.

Couchman: Don't dirty my couches, you.
COUCHMAN IS BACK BABY
2013-02-02, 7:59 AM #1524
On Memory Lane, Page 41 continues to play out before Michael McFarlane and The Illusionist. One the other side of the memory, unable to see the two villains, are the heroes -- who are much more busy with internal politics.

Al Ciao: I believe seniority should take precedence over "gooditute". Amal is way too much of a newbie.

Soriel: Wouldn't that make The Last True Evil the new Main Character?

Al Ciao: Except he's evil!

TLTE: No I'm not!

Soriel: And you just said about "gooditude"...
Al Ciao: There are levels of gooditude --

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Originally posted by Krig the Viking:

*Krig, sitting down now, dreamily stares off into the distance. Cue widely overused flashback-ripple effect and cheesy tinkly music....*

*Early morning, nineteen-eighty-something. The open sea. A norse sailing vessel cuts briskly through the waves, violently running down the occasional whale that gets in its path. Amidst the spray of saltwater, five Viking crewmen huddle. They're an assorted lot of barbarian tough guys, all weathered and dirty and pretty smelly, too. There's the proud-looking chieftan standing in the bow of the boat, squinting into the spray. There's the elderly sage, with a flowing white beard that flows dangerously to his ankles. There's the gigantic, small-brained, peace-loving giant. There's the eternal drunk, still passed out in the bottom of the ship, from the crew's going-away party nearly 900 years ago. And then there's the small one in the back. He looks harmless enough, especially compared to the brutes in front. Sure he's dirtier and smellier than the rest combined, but he has a pleasant, toothy smile and a charming twitch in his left eye. He clutches his oversized battle-axe closely, as if it were going to leap overboard and escape at the slightest provocation.*

*Just then, the chieftan in the front of the boat cries out.*

Chieftan Viking: "Behold! Upon yon horizon! Something looms!"

Elderly Sage Viking: "Pff! I see nothing!"

Chieftan: "'Tis there, I tell thee! What is it?"

Small Viking in Back of Ship: "Krig want to see! Let Krig see!"

Gentle Giant Viking (squinting at horizon): "Hmmm..."

Elderly Sage: "You've gone mad! I see only the pleasant shores of Vinland!"

Chieftan: "Pray look more closely, Wise Sage! There, upon the shoreline! It is a fearsome giant, menacing us from afar!"

Krig: "Let Krig see! Let Krig see!"

*The Elderly Sage Viking squints at the horizon.*

Elderly Sage: "I see it! Oh ruinous day! It is not just any giant, but Helga, the dreaded Ice Giantess of the North! Many have died at her wrathful hands! See how she holds aloft her flaming beacon, threatening any who would come near! She has conquered fair Vinland, and wishes to keep our tasty ale to herself!"

Krig: "Aaargh! She not have Krig's ale! Krig smash!"

Chieftan: "Thou art right! We shall set forth to slay this fell creature, who hath taken our precious mead! Set the sail! Man the oars! Onward Ho! We fight to the death! We fight for glory! Hurry now! We..."

*The Viking Chieftan continues to exhort his crew, as they increase speed toward the distant giant. Shortly they land upon the shore, and all hop out. They crane their necks upward, trying to see the top of the menacing giantess that stands before them.

Chieftan: "Ho! Yon Helga ist much bigger close up..."

Drunken Viking (just awakened from blessed unconciousness): "Urrrrg, mine head..."

Gentle Giant Viking: "Hmmmm..."

Elderly Sage: "Ho! The great giant Helga is asleep! Now is our chance!"

Krig: "Big lady sleep standing up?"

Elderly Sage: "Of course, thou ninny! All giants sleep standing up!"

Chieftan: "She dost not look asleep to me..."

Elderly Sage: "Blast thine idiocy! Of course she dost not look asleep! Their kind doth sleep with eyes open!"

Chieftan: "Oh"

Drunken Viking: "Hey, whurred tha' big lady come fro - *hic* - om?"

Elderly Sage: "Ho! Speakest thou softly, cabbage-head! Thou wilst awaken the fearsome Helga!"

Drunken Viking: "Helglela, eh? *hic* Thash a nice name! Ish see shingle?"

Gentle Giant Viking: "Hmmmm."

*The Elderly Viking Sage draws his Viking sword and hits Drunken Viking over the head with the flat side of it. Drunken Viking collapses to the ground.*

Elderly Sage: "Quickly now! We must attack, or the giantess will awaken!"

Chieftan: "Art thou certain yon Helga will not step on us in her sleep, and squish us like overripe berries of some kind, forsooth?"

Elderly Sage: "What sort of question is that? Of course not! She -- but soft! What was that?"

*The Viking crew falls suddenly silent. A tumbleweed rolls by.*

Krig: "Krig not hear anything."

Chieftan: "No, forsooth! I doth hear it!"

Elderly Sage: "What does it sound like?"

Chieftan: "Like a thsh-thshsh-thsh sort of sound, yes?"

*There is a brief moment of quiet as the Vikings listen.*

Elderly Sage: "By Thor's Left Toe! That's the tumbleweed, thou ninny!"

Chieftan: "Ahah! I shall slay it!"

*The Viking Chieftan draws his sword and slays the tumbleweed. Then he returns to the group.*

Chieftan: "Now, what wast this other sound thou spokest of?"

Drunken Viking: "Oww, mine head..."

Elderly Sage: "Wait -- there it is again! Dost thou not hear it?"

Krig: "No."

Drunken Viking: "Uhhh... No."

Gentle Giant Viking: "Hmmm."

Chieftan: "Uhhh -- maybe. Dost it sound like 'squawk-squawk-squawk'?"

Elderly Sage: "Nay! That's the seagulls! I am talking about the sound of the Giantess Helga waking up!"

*The Viking crew looks up at the towering Giantess.*

Krig: "Big lady awake now!"

Chieftan: "She will surely destroy us all!"

Drunken Viking: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ! Mine head!"

Elderly Sage: "Flee for thine lives!"

Chieftan: "Nay! Do not flee! We must defeat this foe though it cost us our very lives! Forward, Viking brothers!"

Elderly Sage: "Charge!"

Gentle Giant: "Hmmm!"

Krig: "KRIG SMASH!"

Drunken Viking: "Argh, fer th' luvva Thor, stop yelling! Mine poor, poor head..."

And so, the brave crew of the Ice Bear charges forth to attack the foot of none other than our beloved Statue of Liberty. How long will it take them to find out that she is not, in fact, alive, and is made out of metal? If the valiant crew has this much trouble with an inanimate object, how will they deal with the rest of the late-twentieth century? And how, exactly, does Krig end up in Stonehenge, later on? Send twenty-nine ninety five to the address on your screen, and find out, only in the Neverrrrrrrr - endinggggggg Storyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!


Michael McFarlane: I always wondered how that little blighter got involved in the NeS. I wonder what happened to all of these other vikingers...

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In London a small band of Vikings suddenly appear from a local pub where they had singularly given the landlord his earnings for an entire year and dried up his entire supply.

Urfoot (Elderly Sage): There appears to be fighting!

Urtoe (Chieftain): This will be better fight than the last.

Urshoe (Drunken Viking): Wha's tha-? Where be mine pants?

Astrid (Gentle Giant): Hmmmm...

Urfoot (Elderly Sage): Shame we lost our weapons in card game.

Urtoe (Chieftain): Urtoe not need weapons. Vikings weapons are fists.

Astrid (Gentle Giant): HMM!

Urfoot (Elderly Sage): Astrid is right! There's Krig!

Krig the Viking, who had arrived in London with the secondary group of NeS Heroes, had clearly ditched his fellow heroes as they went through a lengthy discussion in favour of smashing up angels. With him was Emperor Pi, the aloof and scatter-brained emperor of China. The Emperor is happily drinking a dainty cup of tea while following in Krig's wake.

Urtoe (Chieftain): Krig! We have been looking for you!

Urfoot (Elderly Sage): Did you just use a pronoun?

Urtoe (Chieftain): No other way to explain our mutual desire to find Krig without a protracted explanation of our group. Easier to say "we".

Other Vikings: :omg:

Emperor Pi: Greetings to you, Krig's friends!

Urfoot (Elderly Sage): Who be your friend, Krig?

Krig:
Pi. Pi is King --

Emperor Pi: Emperor.

Krig: Of East Lands. Enemy see Pi like easy target. Pi is magnet for Krig's axe.

Urfoot
(Elderly Sage): Such a wise Viking Krig is! Protect King Pi and glory will be ours!

Urtoe (Chieftain): Urfoot just use pronoun too!

Urfoot (Elderly Sage): I am Elderly Sage. Even Viking Elderly Sages are wise enough to use pronouns!
2013-02-02, 9:40 AM #1525
Still on Memory Lane, Page 42;

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Originally Posted by Highemperor;

In the 1980s, at NeSU. . .

*Geb is in the Storywriting Class, along with his classmates. He is rapt with attention. Someone else, though, is not*

Gettleburger: *snore*

Keyboarding Teacher: So, remember, class, when storywriting, the important thing is to ALWAYS do wrist and finger exercises to keep them in typing trim. Now, then-

Gettle: *snore*

Keyboarding Teacher: Ahem.

Gettle: *snore*

Keyboarding Teacher: GETTLE!

Gettle: Huh, what?

Keyboarding Teacher: That's it! I've had it! I don't mean to be dramatic, but-

Gettle: Uh, teach, you're singing from Disney's "Return of Jafar".

Keyboarding Teacher: Silence! I hereby give you detention.

Gettle: *muttering* Anything's better than this Writer-forsaken class. . .

Keyboarding Teacher: . . . with Dean Stockwell.

Gettle: Ack! Except that!

*As Gettle and the Keyboarding Teacher argue, the student sitting next to Geb leans over*

Pyotr Hussein: Hey, Geb, guess who got a higher grade than you did on that last test?

Geb: *grumble* Yeah, you did, just because the teacher's a fan of your father's. *raises fist*

Pyotr: Eep?


Michael McFarlane: So... we're watching memories... of memories, right?

The Illusionist (as Losien): Yeah. Just wait until another ten or so years pass and they do one of these memory lane trips again... then there'll be memories of memories of memories!

Michael McFarlane: I'm not even sure what you just said.

The Illusionist (as Losien): Are you going to look at me?

Michael McFarlane: No.

The Illusionist (as Losien): You really need to address these issues, you know?

Michael McFarlane: ...

The Illusionist (as Losien): Maybe you wouldn't want to kill everyone if you just talked to someone... :huh:. I heard there's this Doctor Geb guy...

Michael McFarlane: Why am I keeping you around?

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Originally Posted by TheTwistedSpasm;

*...Geb's block of wood bounces uselessly against the hull. There is a moment of utter silence, and then distant footsteps sound. TheTwistedSpasm enters through an unobtrusive side door. Clad not in his garish, obnoxious 70s era clothing, he wears a striking black suit, and has a determined look in his deep, wonderful, perfectly hazel- er, narrowed eyes.

Spasm: Everybody down! *brandishes a two-tonw Heckler and Koch USP .45 caliber pistol*

Everybody: Ok! *they all drop*

Spasm: I'm an agent with the S.S.T.T.A. *flashes snazzy badge*, and I'm here to repair some damage to the speakered timeline.

R.A.M.: SSTTA?

Spasm: Super-Secret-Time-Travel-Agency, you twit. Now shut up!

R.A.M.: hmph.

Drunken Viking: Who be thee?

Spasm: *eyes the Vikings suspiciously* just how shelved up is this?

JediKirby: I honestly don't know for sure.

Spasm: Uh-huh. And your role in all this is?

JediKirby: I've been saying this all day! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!

Spasm: *does funky eyebrow thing* Obviously. Wait, why the banana do I hear the Rocky theme?

JediKirby: I DON'T KNOW!!!

Sem: It's the universal theme of underdogs.

Spasm: Ok. *finally holsters his sidearm* So, I'm guessing I'm a little late?


Michael McFarlane: Does anybody even remember any of this stuff that happened way back then?

The Illusionist (as Losien): Probably not. But sometimes you find some random little tie-up of loose ends or whatever.

Michael McFarlane: I should just make everyone forget the loose ends. Much easier.

The Illusionist (as Losien): But probably not as gratifying.

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Qhobeg: So... why are you wandering around with that anal probe anyway?

Voodoo Snowflakes (as Sran Cadpill): My Space-Time--

Qhobeg: Yes, yes. The stupid thing. Why are you wandering around the middle of a war zone with it?

Voodoo Snowflakes (as Sran Cadpill): I was designated honourary Time Cop!

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Gebohq the Writer: Well that reveal took way too long.

Britt the Writer: Good things come to those who wait!

Gebohq the Writer: I don't think anyone understood what was going on with Voodoo...

Britt the Writer: It's called winging it. The right patch will show up eventually!

Gebohq the Writer: You mean that wasn't planned!?

Britt the Writer: I'll never tell! :awesome:

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Qhobeg: An honourary Time Cop? You know that means you're not really a Time Cop, right? You don't get paid or anything!

Voodoo Snowflakes (as Sran Cadpill): Silence Ensign! Quit your prattling and let's work towards ending this war and sealing up the time distortion.

Qhobeg: I won't tell you that there's no time distortion then, shall I?

Voodoo Snowflakes (as Sran Cadpill): What?

Qhobeg: Nothing.

Dr R. Deep: Perhaps you should wrap up your conversation and get back to the battle at hand, Qhobeg?

An angel bursts into holy light as Dr R. Deep slices him open after a totallynotaMatrixrip-off move.

Qhobeg: Uh sure. I was just rounding up recruits.

Voodoo Snowflakes (as Sran Cadpill): So I'm enlisted?

Qhobeg: Looks like it. Go and make us proud, soldier.
Voodoo Snowflakes (as Sran Cadpill): Actually I'm a Captain.

Qhobeg: A Captain and a Time Cop?
Voodoo Snowflakes (as Sran Cadpill): And now your military Commander. Not a bad CV, really. Let's go Ensign! Unto the breach!

Qhobeg: Please just don't use the anal probe on them!
2013-02-02, 10:25 AM #1526
Memory Lane, Page 42;

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Posted by Krig the Viking

*Just then, as everyone is standing in confused silence, a violent and mysterious gust of wind blows a bunch of pages into the room. Forty-Two of them, to be exact.*

Geb: "Gee, somebody's messy around here."

JediKirby: "The lost pages of NeS! We're not doomed after all!"

Krig: "White birdies! Krig eat!"

*The grammatically challenged Viking leaps from the grounded Norse sailing ship, and grabs a paper out of the air. He eats it with relish. And by relish, I mean he enjoyed it, not that he put hot dog relish on it. This of course causes JediKirby some consternation.*

JediKirby: "Aaaah! Don't eat that! You'll kill us all!"

*Krig chases after the papers fluttering around in the air, and continues to catch and eat them. JediKirby begins chasing Krig, trying to get him to stop. Geb and Sarn stand by, trying to figure out what's going on.*

Geb: "Ok, so that guy who was in the jet is an enemy of mine from the future, and he plans to stop me from winning this competition because he's jealous of me?"

Sarn: "No, you already lost the competition, and I think he plans to kill you to stop your future self from existing and foiling his evil plans."

Geb: "But wouldn't that create a time-paradox that would annihilate the universe as we know it?"

Sarn: "Hey, I didn't say it was a good plan..."

Geb: "Ok, and who's the guy in the suit?"

Sarn: "Weren't you listening? He's a Time Cop, come to stop that guy from the future from destroying history's continuity!"

Geb: "Ok, ok, I think I can buy that. But why is there a ship full of Vikings protruding from that wall over there? And why is one of them trying to eat those pieces of paper floating around?"

Sarn: "Yes, that does seem a bit unusual..."

*Just then, Krig closes in on the last piece of paper floating around, and grabs it. He brings it towards his mouth, about to devour it. From underneath the Viking ship, a rather crushed TLTE calls out panickedly.*

TLTE: "No! Not that page! That's Page 42! That's the page we're on now! You'll destroy us all!"

*The short and hairy Viking, not paying attention to TLTE, chomps down on the paper and chews it up, and swallows it. There is silence from the onlookers.*

Spasm: "Well, this is not very desking good."

*With a monumentous roar, there is a blinding white flash, and the entire universe dissapears. Everything is destroyed. This causes some consternation amidst our heroes, who weren't expecting that. After the explosion clears, the people who had been standing in the recreational facilities of the NeSU now find themselves standing in a swirling mass of light of all different colours, like the inside of a rainbow. A really strange, swirling, dizzying rainbow of doom. Geb, Sarn, JediKirby, TLTE, Spasm, Galrek, Dr. Dor, and Krig and his fellow Viking brothers are all there, as well as anybody I've forgotten. A flock of rubber duckies flies gracefully overhead.*

Geb: "Um... Are we dead?"

Sarn: "I would have thought being dead would be different from this..."

Enchilada Man: "This is not death -- this is what the inside of a plot hole looks like!"

Geb: "Enchilada Man! I thought you were dead!"

Enchilada Man: "Yes, I was. But I was killed before I even appeared in this story for the first time. So I wound up here. How did you amigos get here?"

Geb: "That little Viking over there destroyed the universe."

Enchilada Man: "During a flashback scene, right? Before NeS even began? Yeah, that'd do it, alright."

*Just then, a mysterious figure approaches the rather confused group of heroes-in-training and others. It emits a sinister laugh, which is suspiciously high-pitched and squeaky.*

Sinister Figure: "Ahahahaha! At long last, I have defeated you, oh Gebohq and Friends, Defenders of the NeS! Your precious 'Never-ending Story' has finally met its match! It has come to an end, finally, at long last, etc! Ahahahahaha!"

Geb: "Who are you?"

Sinister Figure: "Why Geb -- don't you recognise me? I am insulted! Behold, your conquerer!"

*The Sinister Figure steps forward, revealing -- Pyotr Hussien! But wait, it's not Pyotr Hussien at all! It's--*

Pyotr: "Yes, it is I, your arch-nemesis, Bill Gates! I have returned at long last! Ahahahahaha!"

Geb: "Bill who?"

Pyotr: "Gates! Bill Gates! Richest man in the world? Plans on taking over the world?"

Geb: "Doesn't ring a bell."

Pyotr: "Bill Gates! Perhaps you know me better as Pyotr Hussien? Your fellow student? Arch-nemesis?"

Geb: "I have an arch nemesis?"

Pyotr: "Yes! Don't you remember?"

Geb: "Umm... Sorry, no."

*At this point, Pyotr/Bill goes into a sort of rage and says all sorts of nasty things that we're not allowed to reproduce here, but suffice it to say you would be shocked to hear even Tony Soprano on HBO's The Sopranos saying things like this. After a while he calms down and regains his composure.*

Bill Gates: "No matter. All you need to know is -- I am the EeP! The Ever-ending Plot! I have destroyed you all!"

Geb: "Ever-ending Plot? Why does that sound familiar?"

Sarn: "Wait, how does that work? Wouldn't something that's eternally ending never actually come to an end? It'd just keep going and going, like when you're trying to say goodbye to someone you don't like, and they keep talking, and you keep trying to get away, but they won't let you, and it keeps going and not ending..."

Bill Gates: "Silence! You will not bother me with your 'logic'! I no longer have need for that! I am the Eep!"

Egad! This is certainly a new twist! With our Heroes trapped inside of a plot-hole, and the Universe destroyed, how will things ever return to normal? Surely they have to at some point, right? Will our Heroes defeat the Eep, Bill Gates, and save NeS from ending? Will Krig continue to eat random things? If the Universe gets destroyed during a flashback, what happens to the people *having* the flashback? And how exactly does Highemperor fit into all this? Find out some of these things and probably less, next time on NeS: An Irresistible Force meets an Immovable Object!


Michael McFarlane: I hate the EeP.

The Illusionist (as Losien): There's a very strong response. Perhaps we should talk about that?

The Illusionist is now sat on a chair with a notebook and is jotting things down. She's still disguised as Losien, however a much "smarter" looking Losien. Psychotherapist Losien.

The Illusionist (as Psychotherapist Losien): Why do you hate the EeP? What did the EeP ever do to you?

Michael McFarlane is now sat in a black leather lounge chair and staring upwards, pouring out his deepest feelings.

Michael McFarlane: Mostly because the EeP is seen as some kind of "Ultimate Evil". The biggest bad of the bad. But c'mon, why not me? I'm awesome too! And I've been the main villain for two whole story arcs now! And you know what? I do it through character. Yeah, that's right. I'm not the villain just because my name says I am. I'm the villain because I have character! I have substance!

The Illusionist (as Psychotherapist Losien): I think I'll just summarise all of that with a cute doodle of a kitten.

Michael McFarlane: That's why I was able to step in and take out KnowSoul so easily. I mean, c'mon! Even together Tsolo and DarkSide had zero personality!

The Illusionist (as Psychotherapist Losien): So you believe that you have character and that gives you the right to be the Ultimate Villain? Shouldn't the Ultimate Villain be a villain on principle?

Michael McFarlane: I am a man of principles!

The Illusionist (as Psychotherapist Losien): Not what I meant.

Michael McFarlane: I have strong convictions and motives! I hate TLTE! And my love/hate with Losien, the Main Character!

The Illusionist (as Psychotherapist Losien): Finally. Yes. Let's talk about Losien. I'll just do a quick doodle of her on my notebook.
2013-02-02, 11:31 AM #1527
Losien: That's it b1tches! Quiet, the lot of you! I'm the Main Character on this tale and ain't no one going to take that away from me, got it?

On the other side of the memory our heroes were still debating the subject of Main Character until Losien punched Al Ciao, kicked Amal and headbutted Rachel. Now everyone was on the "same page", so to speak.

Losien: Less of your puns, Narrator!

Yes ma'am!

Losien: I might be villainous, but since when does being good equal Main Character of a story!?

Soriel: Within the context of the NeS?

Losien: The NeS rules can be changed! We are the new villains of this story!

Soriel felt a shiver of his old life tingle within his body. A memory surfaced;

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Soriel & Highemperor's Adventures in Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!!!

Highemperor: Was it truly necessary to stab the waiter?

Soriel: Was it necessary for you to blow up the whole restaurant?

Highemperor: It seemed prudent after you murdered the staff.

Soriel: Well, we're finished at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe. Let's get going.

Before Soriel and Highemperor could enter the TARDIS, which they had "borrowed" from The Doctor many Adventure memories ago, another space ship leisurely pulls up beside them.

Soriel: What the Hell kind of space ship is that!?

Highemperor: I think it's... a .... it's a.... it's a Space Church!!

Soriel: With like... nuns and priests and stuff?

Highemperor: I guess so. Look at it. It's a cross. And it has stained glass windows. And I hear choral music.

Soriel: There's an angel guy watching us.

Highemperor: Serapharch...


Rachel: Wasn't Highemperor forbidden from the story?

Soriel: These are recently surfaced memories. It's kosher.

Rachel: But isn't this just a desperate attempt to link in supposed past events to recent events. I mean the whole Serapharch thing?

Soriel: How's your face?

Rachel: *grumble*

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Serapharch: What are you blasphemers doing aboard my Space Church!?

Soriel: Pillaging!

Fred, teh Uber Blade: Raping! [/SIZE][/COLOR]

Soriel: No! No raping! Pillaging only!

Serapharch: Such outrageous corruption!

Highemperor: To be honest, I'm disappointed. I was hoping for some holy warriors or something.

Serapharch: Then you will just have to deal with... me.

Highemperor: Excellent! I do hope you put up a worthy challenge!

Soriel: You know, I like to have epic fights too? [/SIZE]

Soriel stalks off grumbling while Highemperor gets to have all of the fun.

Soriel: Oh look, some water. I could use a drink.

Soriel drinks the holy water.

Soriel: Oh look, some money left unattended. Yoink.

Soriel pinches the donation money.

Fred, teh Uber Blade: Oh look, some sexy nuns!

Soriel wrestles with Fred.

Soriel: DOWN BLADE! KEEP YOUR LUST IN CHECK!!

Space Nuns: :omg:


Fred, teh Uber Blade: Ah, good times! [/SIZE][/COLOR]

Losien: Looks like those sexy space nuns were just asking for it!

Fred, teh Uber Blade: Exactly! Damn, you're way more fun evil! Even more fun than Soriel!

Losien: He isn't as open-minded as me. It's about scope.

Fred, teh Uber Blade: I think I love you. Can we get married? [/SIZE][/COLOR]

Losien: I think that might be dangerous for my health, so no.

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Sometime after all of the action Soriel and Highemperor have scarpered and left the Space Church a ruin. Serapharch wakes up from beneath some rubble and searches through the Space Church for survivours. He finds the drunk water and empty donation box.

Space Nun #426: He was talking to his sword!! Some of the most disturbing and disgraceful things I hoped never to hear!

Serapharch: Such... sacrilege! We have been too soft on this NeS realm! It's time I clamped down on all corruption! We will start with our own ranks and ensure that none of our own flock are flirting with evil!

Space Nun #426: I believe Seraphim has been flirting with a demon on Earth!

Serapharch: It's time she came home, methinks!


Thus we tie-in to recent events in London.

Amal: What events in London?

You'll find out!

Losien: In the meantime, we have to top Michael MacLongname!

Apple: I thought we were villains now? Well, I already kind of was a bit sinister... but the rest of you? Shouldn't you help Michael now?

Losien: No! He wants to end the NeS! We don't want to end the story, we want to control it! I want to rule the NeS! :hist101:

Al Ciao: You know this villainy, with this group, could actually work out...

Losien: Exactly. I am now evil. Soriel, TLTE and Apple are all former villainous characters --

Apple: I wouldn't go that far.

Losien: Rachel is neutral and thus easily swayed.

Maeve: Ooooh, that's good to know! :P

Rachel: Not that kind of swayed.

Al Ciao: Well that's all true, but more importantly I shall become the Daddy!! :neckbeard:

Losien: ... fuq.
2013-02-03, 1:45 AM #1528
In Heaven...

Athena: You mean Olympus.

Well actually I was going to go and see what all the angels were doing up in Heaven about this whole war thing --

Athena: All of the mythological stuff was merged into one place. Olympus.

Are you calling Heaven mythological?

Athena: Do I seem mythological?

I'm sure there'll be a few upset Christians over this.

Athena: And nobody cares about all my followers who are upset?

...

Whatever. So on Olympus we go to the section designated for Heaven's use where we find a bunch of angels discussing the current battle over London, along with a bunch of other godly beings from various religions past and present.

Athena: Being the God of Wisdom and War, I think I can pull rank on this one.

Ares: No you bloody don't! I am THE God of War!

Athena: Hello? Wisdom and War? We don't need brute tactics from you!

Set: I'll be the God of War on this one!

Athena: No way! You're the God of Chaos, just because you're from another religion doesn't mean you can pull the wool over my eyes!

Set: But I'm associated with war. C'mon!

Athena: Besides I thought Ankt was the God of War for the Egyptians?

Set: Actually there's over ten of us.

Athena: Oh. Well that's not so bad. There's about twenty Gods of War in Greek religion...

Archangel Michael: Perhaps we should handle this one ourselves?

Ares: And let you have all the fun!?

Archangel Michael: I wouldn't consider killing to be fun...

Ares: And that's why you need me!

Archangel Samael: I think we should leave the decision to a... higher authority...

Archangel Michael: You mean... God? You know we haven't appointed a new God yet! We're still waiting for a suitable replacement!

Athena: You... replace God?
Archangel Michael: Well since Hell has a changeable person, I suppose symmetry is a nice NeS gimmick for us to have. But we haven't had a new one yet. It's still being debated.

Archangel Samael: And that's why I took it upon myself to find our successor without delay...

Archangel Michael: What? You can't just go appointing a new God by yourself!

Archangel Samael: Actually I can. And I did.

Ares: Wow. This guy's the only angel with balls I've actually seen.

Archangel Samael: Well actually even I don't have balls. Angels are all gender neutral when we're up in Heaven. But thank you all the same.

Ares: Ick.

Archangel Samael: Allow me to introduce to you... GOD!

Jim Seven: If Man is five and the Devil is six... then God is...?

Athena: I think I just peed myself... :eek:
2013-02-03, 7:26 AM #1529
Aisles upon aisles of incredibly tall shelves reach into an unseen ceiling shrouded by gloom and mist. A low green light coming from everywhere and nowhere gives dim illumination. Books of all different kinds are everywhere, stacked on the shelves, sometimes in haphazard disarray, sometimes in esoteric arrangement - tomes, scrolls, ethercrons, telepistles, grimoires latched shut with chains, cryogenically preserved memory keepers or sometimes just their neural networks, nanochips, and more. In this eldritch library, known only as Apocrypha, a large hulking man, 8 feet tall and half again as wide, clad in bulky power armor - ancient with rust, sparkling with the odd blinking rune, and creaking with old servos - leads a visitor down anonymous aisles in a surprisingly soft and graceful stride. His unhelmeted head is at odds with his body, for he sports a balding pate and a pair of spectacles perched upon his nose.

Mayaal: Are we almost there, Librarian? Feels like we've walked miles.

The hulking Librarian makes no reply to the Hand of the Plot of NeS known as Mayaal, but merely arrives at a shelf and pulls out a sheaf of papers stapled together, handing it to Mayaal. Mayaal takes it with reverent hands.

Mayaal: A second complete copy of the NeScript! Amazing. In my previous incarnation as JK the White, I once held the original.

Mayaal flips through the pages.

Mayaal: Um, it looks like you're missing some pages, or else these are misnumbered.

The Librarian answers in a harsh rasp, sounding like a giant's whisper, as he pushes his spectacles up on his nose with a broad meaty hand.

Librarian: Look between the subdimensions, and you will see ghosts of pages...those are the ones that have been Twice-Forgotten.

Mayaal: I wonder if it'd be possible to reconstr--

The Librarian clears his throat.

Mayaal: Yes, sorry, I know I'm just here for one thing.

He peruses the pages till he comes upon the information he needs.

Mayaal: Okay, so the previous holders of the Devil's office were:

Mister One: Helebon
Mister Two: Satan
Mister Three: Twice-Forgotten
Mister Four: Twice-Forgotten
Mister Five: Peewee Herman
Mister Six: Matthew Pate
Mister Seven: James Sevenicci
Mister Eight: Al Rosebud Ciao
Mister Nine: Acidspitter

Mayaal: Interesting, very interesting.

He peruses the script a bit more, before handing it back to the Librarian. Thanking him, he leaves the mysterious realm of Apocrypha.

-----

Antestarr: So when are you going to stop laughing!

Seraphim: As soon as you stop asking for a situation report.

Antestarr: GAH!

Subaru swats her sparkling vampire boyfriend upside the head.

Subaru: Idiot, use your eyes. There's your situation report!

Seraphim guffaws all over again. At this point, a bright light streaks down from the sky like a comet, and smashes into Seraphim, sending her sprawling as Archangel Samael pummels her.

Sera: OOF! Sam?!

Jim Seven floats down in his now-winged go-kart, looking very strange with a holy aura around him.

Jim: Seriously. Balls.

Samael: Well, I'm on Earth now, so I'm no longer gender-neu-- OOOOOOOOFFFFFF :omg:

Sera: Thanks for the reminder.

Samael keels over, clutching his crotch, as Seraphim lowers her knee.

Ante: One hit KO. Dayum, that's hot.

Subaru hits him again.

Jim: Jeez, I need to recruit you, sister!

Sera: Doesn't Louis - I mean, Acidspitter, or Mister Nine or whatever he's been called - rule Hell now?

Jim: Yeah, but now I rule Heaven!

Everyone: :huh:

The archangel Michael shimmers into existence beside Jim, frowning.

Michael: That is still in dispute. Samael merely nominated you. I have not voted for you, and Serapharch is missing in action, so cannot cast a vote. The entire trinity of archangels must be pre-- OOOOOOF

He keels over as well.

Jim: Thanks for the tip on the balls, Sam!

Samael acknowledges the new God with a pained grunt.

Antestarr: This must be why we don't normally see angels on Earth.

Jim: You fight dirty, sister! I like you!

Sera: Isn't God supposed to be, like, good and noble?

Jim: Nah, that was the previous officeholder, Mr. Rogers. Before him, Elohim was all about blood sacrifice.

Antestarr perks up.

Ante: Blood sacrifice, you say?

Jim: Hey, yeah, you're a sparkler now, ain't you? How 'bout it? Wanna work on the side of the angels now?

Subaru looks at her boyfriend with stars in her eyes.

Subaru: Go for it, Ante! You'll make me so proud!

Ante: I accept! OOF!

He keels over, clutching his crotch.

Sera: Since I'm a fallen angel, that now makes us enemies, Ante, sorry.

Ante: Ughhhhh... don't Anne Rice's vampires have no balls?

Subaru: Umm...

Sera: Oh. Right.

Ante hops back up, miraculously unharmed.

Subaru: Dammit, Ante, now we can't have fun! If ya knowhutimean...

Ante: CRAP!

Jim: Yeah, and er, I don't think Anne Rice's vampires sparkle in the sun...

Ante: Oh SHI---

He bursts into flame.
2013-02-03, 7:39 AM #1530
At the London university where Geb is now a professor law - miraculously unharmed, a sea of calm amidst the carnage of holy and demonic angels clashing - Princess Iriana is sipping her tea whilst frowning at MZZT and smiling at Couchman. All at the same time. Don't ask me how she manages it. It's an uppity princess thing.

At that moment, the door bursts open, and some ragged Armenian consuls rush in, seeking shelter and cowering between bookshelves, behind couches, and under desks.

Iriana: What is the meaning of this intrusion!

Couchman: Perhaps they seek sanctuary from the madness outside.

Armenian Consul #1: We were here to seek advice on a legal dispute with Russia, when this crazed ferret attacked us all!

Armenian Consul #2: It got our President! Chomped his head off in one bite!

Iriana perks up.

Iriana: My father was once king of Armenia! I can be your queen now!

The Armenian Consuls eye her dubiously.

Couchman: *thoughtfully* I say, she has a point. King Emp XIV was her father.

Geb: Well, that would probably require all sorts of legal documentation--

Iriana turns the princess-stare upon him.

Geb: --that can be waived due to wartime extremity! Gentlemen, her highness Iriana Emp's claim is valid.

Armenian Consul #1: Well, if an esteemed professor of law says it's so, then it must be so!

Armenian Consul #2: Oh, come on! We can't just--

Iriana: A traitor! Feed him to the ferret!

Armenian Consul #1 tosses Armenian Consul #2 out the window, where his dying screams can be heard as he's devoured by the frenzied ferret.

Armenian Consul #1: All hail Queen Irania Emp the First!

Iriana: That's Iriana, not Irania. Twenty lashes!

Armenian Consul #1: Yes, your majesty!

He begins flogging himself with a wet noodle.

Geb: Hmm, I do seem to remember there being documentation issues with your name. Wasn't it misspelled Irania on your birth certificate?

Iriana: Yup. Some incompetent apprentice scribe named Tracer or some such.
2013-02-03, 10:19 AM #1531
In the Haunted Hall of Heroes a tiny sub-plot of the NeS continues on as the Ghosts a stand about staring at the unconscious bodies of the NeS Heroes.

There is an ominous knock at the door.


Ghost #2: [/B] I'm scared.

Ghost #1: You're a ghost!!

Ghost #2: But... it was ominous!

At the door there is a mysterious silhouette against the glass panes.

Ghost #3: It's Nanny McPhee!!

Ghost #1: Who?

Ghost #3: Pop culture reference. Doesn't matter.

Young: I'll get it!

Ghost #1: Back to your room human!!

Ghost #2: Bad human! Bad!

Young: Okay... well I'll let you three get it...

Ghost #3: Should have let her get it. If it turned out to be an evil monster, better to let the human sacrifice herself first.

Ghost #1: You're a frickin' ghost!!

The doors suddenly burst open with a blast of cold air brought in from the mysterious 8th Dimension beyond them. In the doorway stands a short, beautiful woman with bright blonde hair that collects around her shoulders in large curls beneath an overly large, purple, witch's hat.

Her costume is minimal, revealing a lot of flesh. However some of what ought to be flesh is actually metal. Her right forearm is entirely metallic, having the appearance of a technological bracer. Her lower legs are metallic, appearing like tall armoured boots. Also on the right side is a patch of metal like a half-mask, that covers her right eye. Where the eye should be is a glowing blue orb. Despite the mechanical parts, she still manages to be highly attractive with perfect skin and a slim waist. Down her back is a short purple cape and in her hand is a broom.

Witch: 'ello boys.

Ghost #1: Ms Nymph! Finally!

Witch: Actually that's just the name of my company.

Ghost #1: A company of witches?

Witch: That's right. All your witch-related needs solved in a Flash!

Ghosts: ...

Witch: Well, I'm called Mecha Lou!

Ghost #1: Did your parents name you that?

Mecha Lou: I'd 'av thought being rude to someone you want 'elp from would 'av been a bad idea.

Ghost #3: Sorry Mecha Lou! Ghost #1 is a sod.

Ghost #1: I have a name, you know?

Ghost #3: ... #1?

Ghost #2: Can you help us with our human? We think he's sort of dead. Or not quite dead. Or fairly dead but a bit alive. Or something. It's hard for us to tell these days.

Mecha Lou: No problemo. Let's see the patient!

Mecha Lou slaps on a fair of white rubber gloves and follows the ghosts into the dark room where the projector is still churning. The memories that the heroes are watching are also being played out on the projector for Mecha Lou to see.

Quote:
Originally Posted by IS_ford1342 on Page 42;

back in the jail cell, Ford continues to stare at the wall. maeve comes back not much later than she left. or at least it seems that way to Ford.

Maeve: hey you *slap* snap out of it. we're leaving.

Ford: *is slapped* ungh?

Maeve: come on its time to party.

Ford: wait what? you've been thought that and you want to go drinking!

Maeve: Well of course i did. what i saw was a cause for celebration! now lets get out of here while the guard is still cradling his crushed anatomy.


Mecha Lou: I'm not going to ask. But it does appear that your pet humans are all in a state of transience. Their minds are on some other plane of existence.

Ghost #1: So... they're characters in a story, which is a kind of fictional plane of existence... then their bodies are on another plane of existence, this 8th dimension... on top of that their minds are on yet another plane of existence somewhere else too?

Mecha Lou: Actually if my readings are correct --

She checks her bracer.

Mecha Lou: I'd say there's another plane of existence involved 'ere. Namely... Hell. Yes. Definitely. They're all sort of dead. Their souls are currently under forfeit and may be seized by Hell if certain contractual obligations are not fully met.

Ghost #3: Will we have to put them down? :(

Mecha Lou: What? They're not diseased.

Ghost #3: Oh.

Mecha Lou: The patient in question is the most worrying. This corporeal form is barely... well corporeal. More like... well like a ghost!

Ghost #2: He is no ghost!

Mecha Lou: Different kind of ghost. Either way I can't do anything for him here. I'll need to find his original body. 'Old on a sec'.

Mecha Lou holds out her left hand and sparks of magick fly in every direction. Mecha Lou flinches and hides her face from the ensuing chaos.

Ghost #1: What the bloody Hell was that!?
Mecha Lou: Discharge. It's been a while. Let's try again. Focus Lou...

Her hand glows again and after a few seconds an eerie glow emerges from Al Ciao's unconscious "body". It stretches out like a long line from him and through.

Mecha Lou: According to my bracer, this little compass will lead us to... somewhere between Florida and Hell.

Ghosts: :omg:

Mecha Lou: By Hell I mean Canada, c'mon 'ow out of the loop are yous?

Ghost #1: Well good luck with that, Mecha Whatever. TTYL.

Mecha Lou: Was that another attempt to be rude to me?

Ghost #2: No no! That's as nice as he gets! Honestly...

Mecha Lou: Right. Well I'm off. Tatah!

With that Mecha Lou jumps onto her broom and whizzes out of the mansion and into the cold air of the 8th Dimension with a general heading to Earth. Fortunately she's witch so this is easy.
2013-02-03, 12:06 PM #1532
Hell's forward bunker is a repurposed McDonald's and acting war room. It's a very busy place with various demonic individuals rushing in and out and soldier demons standing on duty to protect the important individuals within.

Devil's Advocate: And that's the latest intelligence regarding Heaven's situation.

Mr Nine: Jesus Christ!

One of the demons explodes at the mention of such a heavenly blessed individual.

Devil's Advocate: Actually last I checked Jim Seven is now God. Not Jesus Christ.

Another demon explodes.

Mr Nine: No, I was just exclaiming! Christ Almighty...

Another three demons go out with a bang.

Devil's Advocate: May I advise against using his name as your curse word?

Mr Nine: Secretary! I hope you marked all of this down!?

The Next True Evil: Yes sir. Even the exclaiming.

Devil's Advocate: It would be unwise to allow any demons to read those minutes.

Mr Nine: Is it me... or did it get awfully quiet in here?

The three of them look around to find the bustle of the war room had ceased. The guards on duty lie in crumpled piles of death.

Mr Nine: Bugger.

Nyneve: Mr Nine. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

Mr Nine: Who're you?

Nyneve: My name is Nyneve. I am... NeSferatu.
Mr Nine: Good for you. So why did you go killing my guards? Do you know how much of a pain it is to get them all the way to England from Canada? It takes like... several hours!

Nyneve: They were ugly.

Mr Nine: I'm not sure that's a very good reason to murder someone .

The Next True Evil: It's also kind of subjective, don't you think?

Mr Nine: Nobody asked you, secretary!

Nyneve: I'm here because you have rather disrupted my plans and you have created a rather serious legal predicament over the ownership of Hell. You see, theoretically I own Hell already.

Mr Nine: I own Hell!

Nyneve: Exactly the legal predicament I was alluding to. Regardless. I will send my lawyers later. In the meantime I'm looking for some misplaced paperwork...

Mr Nine: You can't have it.

Nyneve: You don't even know what paperwork I'm referring to...

Mr Nine: Doesn't matter. You still can't have it.

Nyneve: It'd be quite useless to you! You see I own the soul of your predecessor and a few of his accomplices. Which is why I own Hell by the way. I gave them the necessary paperwork as a gesture of goodwill but I was then duped by them. The paperwork is worthless until I sign it and relinquish control of their souls. So you see, the only ones who would find the paperwork useful are me and those whose souls I possess.

Mr Nine: ...

Mr Nine whispers to his advocate.

Mr Nine: Is this right? [/SIZE]

Devil's Advocate: I'm afraid so. I suggest handing over the documents she wants to keep her appeased for now. She doesn't want Hell anyway. Just the soul of Gebohq.

Mr Nine turns back to Nyneve.

Mr Nine: Okay fine. You can have your stupid papers. Secretary! Where are the documents she wants?

The Next True Evil: Uh... That was before I was made secretary.

Mr Nine: You mean... you lost them?

The Next True Evil: Well... more like I, personally, never obtained them. Better ask my predecessor.

Devil's Advocate: That was Mother Teresa. You sent her to be tortured for gross crimes against the state of Canada.

The Next True Evil: Mother Teresa!? What was she doing in Hell?

Devil's Advocate: Apparently she lost a game of cards against Lillith.

Nyneve: You tortured Mother Teresa!??

Mr Nine: Uh...

Nyneve: And more importantly you lost my documents. Things are certainly not going in your favour...

Nyneve disappears into the shadows as quickly and silently as she appeared.

Mr Nine: Somebody find those documents!
2013-02-03, 5:18 PM #1533
Meanwhile (NeS count: Processing...This may take a few moments...), Michael fiddles with the Holy Hand Remote in his grip as the Illusionist continues to attempt with providing some much-needed psychotherapy.

The Illusionist (as psychotherapist Losien): Have you considered that your thoughts are merely a projection of your own fears, Mr. McLongname? Perhaps you'd like to speak your thoughts on the moment that you first became Forgotten--

Michael: I'd rather keep searching for the lost spirit of the NeS, and my name is MacFarlene. I was never able to resolve that through the paperwork.

He presses a button on the Holy Hand Remote, and a memory of page 43 appears before them...
Originally posted by Tracer:
Narrator: In a motel room in the city of London, England, a man sits on his bed assembling a small device. The man is former Soviet Agent The Last True Evil and the device is a nuclear detonator which, when completed, will surely be the end of this great city.

(sound of a door being kicked off its hinges)

Krig: Krig see Last True Evil!

MZZT: Alright, commie, drop it!

(sound of gun cocking)

TLTE: You really think you can stop me?

MZZT: The Soviet Union collapsed over a decade ago. You're nothing but leftovers.

Krig: Krig think leftovers delicious.

TLTE: I see. And is my arch-nemesis Gebohq present?

MZZT: Geb couldn't make it, so we're on special assignment to bust you up.

TLTE: Quite.

MZZT: So get ready to get busted...up.

TLTE: And who, prey tell, is the third member of your self-righteous posse?

MZZT: Third member?

Krig: Posse?

Kirby: Hi guys! I'm here to help!

MZZT: Kirby? What are you doing here?

Kirby: Hi guys, I'm here to help!

MZZT: You're not supposed to be on this mission! You're wrecking it!

Kirby: No, I'm helping!

Narrator: Seizing the moment of indecision, The Last True Evil pounces, punching MZZT and knocking the gun out of his hand!

(sound of a punch. The gun and the nuclear device clatter to the floor. As MZZT and TLTE struggle

TLTE: (struggling) I will not be stopped!

MZZT: (struggling) Krig! I'll hold him off! Get the detonator!

Krig: (sound of crunching metal and eating/gulpingas Krig eats the device)

MZZT: (struggling) ...or eat it.

TLTE: You'll pay for that!

Kirby: Don't worry guys, I'm on the case!

(sound of Kirby absorption)

Narrator: With a deep breath, Kirby inhales The Last True Evil. Everyone in the room is temporarily blinded by a bright flash of light. When their vision returns, Kirby and the Mega ZZT'er find themselves staring down the twin barrels of The Last True Evil's firearms.

MZZT: What have you done with Kirby?

TLTEKirby:(evil laugh) I'm afraid that your little friend's heriocs have gone horribly wrong.

Mzzt: Wrong for us or wrong for you?

TLTEKirby: For you. I'm afraid that when your adorable pink friend attempted to absorb me he failed to take into account my indominable Russian will.

Mzzt: What have you done to Kirby?!

TLTEKirby: As they say, in Soviet Russia, I absorb you!

Mzzt: Dear God!

TLTEKirby: It gets better. You see, my original plan called for a worldwide nuclear holocaust - quite pedestrian, but then that is what one would expect of single mind in a single body. But two minds - one composed of the blackest black and the other irrevocably corrupted to evil - occupying the same body? Well, we shall soon see what that comes up with! But first, my dear heroes, you die. (sound of TLTE's two pistols cocking)

MZZT: Let's beat it! Out the window, out the window!

(sound of running then shattering glass + a few gunshots)

Narrator: Making a truely heroic getaway, Krig the Viking and The Mega ZZT'er leap out the hotel window and run for their lives.

MZZT: (running)We've got to get back to the Hall of Heroes. Who knows what the terrible consequences could result from Kirby inadvertantly combining himself with The Last True Evil? Gebohq and the others have got to be warned!

Krig: (running) Krig hungry.

MZZT: (running)(annoyed) ...and you're hungry. Because that's another good reason on top of all that stuff I just said.

Michael: Hmm, this is not quite how I thought things happened back on page 43. It's as if someone made a revised version of the events.

The Illusionist (as psychotherapist Losien): Revision? I didn't think that happened in the Never-ending Story thread.

Michael: I didn't think so either. There's been things forgotten, ignored, and contradicted before. It's...something I'm afraid to think about.

The Illusionist (as psychotherapist Losien): Would you like to talk about it?

Michael glares at the Illusionist.

The Illusionist (as psychotherapist Losien): Got you to look at me, ha!
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2013-02-05, 9:42 AM #1534
NSP: This is mostly an action post. I know many prefer more jokes, less action so I won't be offended if anyone wishes to skim read this post.

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In London;


Antestar: FIRE! FIRE!

Evil G: Don't worry! I got this!

Evil G snatches a bottle from a nearby hobo and throws it at Antestar. The result is a spectacular explosion and much more flame!

Evil G grins with pride.


Subaru: What the Hell!?

Evil G: He was screaming fire! So I gave him fire!

Antestar: WATER! WATER!
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In another area of London Krig's small band of vikingers, with the oblivious Emperor Pi in the middle of them, are making short work of encroaching angels.


Krig's axe smashes into an angel forcing him into a wall. The angel explodes in a dazzle of light and the viking's weapon meets brick, sending splinters in all directions.

Urtoe (Chieftain): Urtoe see Krig not lost his skill!

Urfoot (Elderly Sage): Urtoe should pay attention to his own fight before--

An angel crashes down upon Urtoe, the Chieftain of the vikings, feet first. As the smoke clears it appears there is very little left of the once-proud viking chieftain beyond a few crumpled bits of a small, hairy body.

Emperor Pi: Oh my...

Rising from his crouch the angel appears to be much more than the rest of the angel hordes the vikings had been dispatching. Casting a dramatic, and ominous, figure against the carnage around him the angel spoke with a deep, yet soothing, voice. He sounded almost as though he had pity for those he was intent on slaying.

Archangel Jegudiel: I am the Archangel Jegudiel...

Emperor Pi: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Would you like some ointment for it? I do specialise in Chinese medicine!

Archangel Jegudiel: What? No, my name is Jegudiel! It's not a disease!

Krig: Wing-man squish Chief. Wing-man life... forfeit.

Urfoot (Elderly Sage): Very impressive word, Krig. Make the fool pay for killing our chief!

The Archangel Jegudiel brandishes his black whip. As it cracks the air a spark of light erupts and a sudden, brief cry of choral music screams out.

Archangel Jegudiel: If I must slay another infidel then --

Before the orating angel could continue what promised to be a lengthy, mournful and pitying speech, yet filled with words of duty, honour and all kinds of other drivel, Krig's axe whizzes through the air and strikes Jegudiel is the shoulder where it plants itself firmly.

Krig runs at the much taller angel, who stands well over seven feet, and leaps into the air. He grabs his axe and wrenches it as he swings to the side of the angel. The axe breaks free of the angel's holy armour and the viking zips to a safe distance.

Jegudiel stares down at his wound and the gaping crack in his black and gold armour. Only a moment passes before a faint light appears within the crack and the Archangel is healed, armour and all.

Jegudiel slowly looks up at Krig.

Krig: Fuq.

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Evil G: Well, I need to pee. Would that help?

Antestar: GEBIYL! GEBIYL!

Evil G: Uh--

Antestar, still aflame, crashes into Evil G in a sudden, blind rage. They start rolling around on the floor in a mess of angry and fiery limbs.

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Jegudiel's whip lashes out with sudden, wild fury. It circles around Krig's mid-section in an instant. Krig only has a second to comprehend the situation and consider his actions before the whip is jerked back. Unfortunately Krig's brain wasn't quick enough to come up with a solution and the little viking is sent spinning through the air like a rag-doll.

In response there are several angry cries from Urfoot, the Elderly Sage, and Astrid, the lady viking. There were also some cries from Urshoe but his mere mostly cries of shock at being suddenly woken up from his drunken stupor.

Urfoot thrust his spear at Jegudiel with such force that it might have taken down a whole tree. The Archangel was quicker. The spear passed just short of the mark as Jegudiel allowed the weapon to slide against the edge of his armour. He used his arm to lock the spear in place and with his free arm he brings his full weight down upon the shaft.

The spear shuddered.


Jegudiel: Oh. I rather expected that to break. Let me try that again.

The vikings didn't give him the chance. Astrid, the tallest of all the vikings present, swings her halberd at the neck of Jegudiel forcing him to react and release the spear of Urfoot. Working together the two vikings work high-and-low to force Jegudiel back.

The attack couldn't last, however. Urfoot jabbed at the ground, aiming to either strike the angel's feet or push him back. Instead Jegudiel catches the spear by stamping upon it and holding it in place. After ducking below a strike from Astrid, Jegudiel runs up the spear and kicks off from Urfoot's head -- knocking the old man to the ground. Jegudiel's large wings beat to keep him aloft.

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Subaru: Stop! Stop fighting! We shouldn't fight amongst ourselves!

Seraphim: Actually since you and your boyfriend just switched sides. We should be fighting.

Without further warning Seraphim grabs Subaru's legs and throws her high into the air forcing the Japanese girl's body to soar high over the buildings.

Seraphim turns just in time to duck below an incoming mass of limbs and fire.


Judge: Sorry. Looked like they needed help. Blasted them far enough so they'll land in the Thames.

Seraphim: What's a Thames?

Judge: The massive river that flows through the middle of the city? Ring any bells?

Seraphim: Um...

Judge: Bloody tourists...

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Astrid, the lady viking, jumps on the fallen back of the old man - whilst making a profuse apology in her mind for mistreating such an elderly gentleman - and ascends into the air as though she were a valkyrie incarnated. Knowing she would still fall short she threw, side-on, her halberd with deadly precision at Archangel Jegudiel.

Jegudiel's whip reaches out and curls around the incoming hilt of the halberd. In a swift twirl, the Archangel uses the weapon's existing momentum to spin it around himself and back down along its previous arc.

Astrid had already dropped from her previous vantage saving her from the boomeranging halberd. Unfortunately her jump had been off the back of Urfoot...

Astrid: Gods forgive me!

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Evil G: This is all your fault!

Antestar: My fault!? You should have put the fire out!

Evil G: You shouldn't have come out in broad daylight!!

Antestar: Looks like we're finally going to hit the water.

Evil G: I did offer to pee on you...

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Astrid grimly yanks her halberd from the back of her now deceased elder vikinger. She turns and glares at Jegudiel with heated wrath in her eyes.

Krig: Krig alive. Had to share tree with cat for five minutes. Fireman save Krig and cat.

Astrid: Only Krig and Astrid left.

Krig: Urshoe?

Urshoe, the perpetually drunk viking, is lying in a gutter with a crate of empty lager bottles.

Krig: Only Astrid and Krig left...

Jegudiel lands softly upon the pavement. From the cracks of the paving quickly grows several wild flowers that bloom in a moment.

Krig: Krig think wing-man is coward.

Astrid: Astrid think winggy-man is girl.

Jegudiel: Your attempts to insult fall upon deaf ears, little infidels. I apologise for the pain I have caused you. You may rest assured that it will not last for much longer...

Jegudiel whirls his whip over his head, each circle it makes gives the imminent strike further speed and deadly force. With a cry of effort he releases the momentum and the holy weapon advances upon the neck of Krig the Viking with blindly speed.

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Evil G: Well that was exciting. I've never been telekinetically thrown across an entire city before. I guess there's a first for everything.

Antestarr's head bursts from the water's surface as he coughs and splutters to regain breath.

Evil G: Do you actually need to breathe?

Antestarr: I hadn't conside- ARGH!

Antestarr's head bursts into flame again.

Evil G: I think you should stay underwater there, buddy.

Antestarr disappears underwater for a few minutes before resurfacing.

Antestarr: I definitely do need to breathe!

Evil G: Oh well. Come to think of it, you switched sides. I'm pretty sure I should be kicking your arse about now.

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There was a deafening snap as the whip struck bare skin. The light of the holy weapon blinded Astrid and Krig for a short moment but when they open their eyes they realise that neither of them are marred by whiplashes or strangulation as expected.

They look up to see a figure standing between them and the enemy Archangel. The whip is wrapped around the man's arm as though he had deliberately caught the lash.


Emperor Pi: Well, I finished my cup of tea. I believe it's time to teach this young man a lesson.
2013-02-05, 11:42 AM #1535
Emperor Pi pulls on the whip that is wrapped around his wrist, yanking the fearsome Archangel Jegudiel towards him. As the Archangel, with a very surprised face, stumbles towards the Chinese Emperor, the old man pulls his free fist back - ready to strike!

Astrid: " Old Man stronger than Old Man looks."

Krig: "Astrid make understatement."

The huge figure of the angel looms over the small frame of Emperor Pi but Jegudiel's body suddenly freezes before the old man, as though he were trapped by "Matrix Time". The Emperor's fists whirl with immense speed as though he had come straight from a Street Fighter game. Each strike of his fist left a dent on the Archangel's armour, and the number of hits were many.

With one final slam of the Emperor's fist, Jegudiel is sent flying backwards, spinning around in a ball. The victory is short-lived as the Archangel manages to uncurl himself and uses his great wings to steady himself in the air.

The Emperor, free of the whip, rubs his wrist where a red mark remained from the sting of Jegudiel's weapon. Jegudiel and Emperor Pi square off as they stare at across the gulf at one another. Assessing.

Archangel Jegudiel: " You are an interesting human. There is much hidden power within you."

Emperor Pi: "I'm sure my wives would disagree with you..."

Archangel Jegudiel: "What is your secret?"

Emperor Pi whips out an empty cup and waves it at the angel.

Emperor Pi: "Tea! I can brew all manner of delicious flavours and each seems to grant me various abilities that are quite astonishing! There's one particular brew that I take quite regularly because my wives can be so demanding during the night--"

Archangel Jegudiel: "Do you take me for a fool!?"

The angel, with a strong flapping of his large wings of light, throws his body into a charge down towards Emperor Pi. The Emperor attempts to attack the incoming target with a powerful counter-strike, but the angel expected as much. With a slight deviation in flight, Jegudiel is able to dodge the tea-drinker's punch and tackle the old man to the ground with such a force it broke the paving stones beneath them.

Astrid: "Old Man!"

The vikings jump into action. Before Jegudiel could even rise from pummeling the Emperor into the ground Krig's axe is once again embedded into the holy black and gold armour that adorns Jegudiel's body. Astrid's halberd comes crashing down towards the Archangel's bare head. But Jegudiel manages to quickly toss his head to one side, forcing the axe-head of the halberd into his shoulder-plate.

The Archangel grips Krig's axe and Astrid's halberd. With a face that spoke of anger for the first time the Archangel leaps into the air. Astrid releases her halberd and falls to the ground before Jegudiel could carry her too high into the sky. Krig, conversely, is rather more stubborn.

Astrid: "Stupid."

Or stupid. Either way Krig is dangling from his axe's hilt as he's carried ever higher into the air.

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Elsewhere in London, during the epic battle between angels, demons and men;

Dr R. Deep: "Who is that you're with, Qhobeg?"

Qhobeg: "Uh... a complete nutter."

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "Greetings Admiral! I am Captain Sran Cadpill!"

Dr R. Deep: "A Captain? Where is your ship?"

Voodoo Snowflakes: "I am currently in the market for a new one. My last vessel was destroyed by the alien threat a moment ago."

Dr R. Deep: [/B] "That is unfortunate. We just lost our helicarrier a moment ago. It may take weeks for The Government to get us a new one."

Qhobeg: "Hopefully they'll install a coffee machine in the bathrooms this time round. You know I love to drink a good cup of joe when showering..."

Dr R. Deep: "Be careful, here comes the enemy!"

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "Ah..."

Qhobeg: "What's wrong Sran?"

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "I appear to have mislaid my phasor."

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Krig: "Wing-man not escape Krig!"

Archangel Jegudiel: "I pity you, little man."

The Archangel finally yanks the axe from his armour and allows himself to heal while he holds Krig out at arms length. He glances down at the city below them, surrounded only by the tops of the buildings.

Archangel Jegudiel: "I shall pray for your soul."

Voice: "...aaaaaaaaaAAAARRRRRGH!!!!!!!"

Archangel Jegudiel: "What is that scre-?"

The delicate frame of an Asian girl, flung a post ago by Seraphim, finally re-emerges onto our pages still flying through the air. Subaru collides with the Archangel Jegudiel with unexpected force courtesy of the powerful arms of Seraphim.

Archangel Jegudiel: "Crapcakes!"

The three of them are sent sprawling downwards at speed. Subaru, finally able to get some of her own force behind her motions, kicks off from Jegudiel sending the angel more quicker downwards. She spies Krig.

Subaru: "Hullo."

Krig: "Hullo."

Subaru: "How're you doing, Krig? It's been a while since we last sat down and had a real talk, you know?"

Krig: "Krig know. Seats would be good now."

They both look down at the expanding ground.

Subaru: "Hold on to me, Krig..."

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Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "VULCAN NECK PINCH!!!"

The angel that Voodoo attacked looks at her with a very puzzles expression.

Angel: "Was that supposed to do something?"

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "Um... well yes. Let me try it again. Maybe I got the wrong place."

Voodoo Snowflakes attempts the act again.

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "VULCAN NECK PINCH!!!"

Once again the angel looks at her perplexed.

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "Nothing?"

The angel shakes his head.

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "Do you feel nothing? Pain, maybe?"

The angel shakes his head again, somewhat sympathetically.

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "... An itch?"

Angel: "Maybe if you do it like this..."

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Emperor Pi rises to his feet and dusts down his robes.

Emperor Pi: "That young man really needs to learn some manners. It's lucky I wasn't holding my cup of tea else it might have spilt everywhere!"

Astrid looks up at the three descending figures.

Astrid: "Astrid moments away from being last viking."

Emperor Pi: "I'm sorry to hear that. Here, please have a cup of vanilla tea to soothe the nerves."

As they watch, the Archangel Jegudiel slams into the ground first sending out a small shockwave that nearly makes them spill their tea.

Emperor Pi: "You see? No respect at all..."

The two second figures near the ground at speed. Astrid holds her breath. Emperor Pi drinks his tea.

A strange blue sphere suddenly appears around the two descending bodies and then it strikes the ground it bounces them back into the air like a bouncing ball. The ball came down again and this time, with a much smaller bounce, it rolls away before it pops and the two humans inside lightly land on the ground. Assuming Krig can be called human, of course.

Krig: "Krig Viking!"

Exactly.

Subaru: "God... that really took it out of me. I'm so pleased it worked though. Subaru pizza, with a side-order of Krig, didn't seem very appetising."

Krig: "Subaru sound tasty!"

Subaru: :omg: "Please move away from me now, Krig."

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Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "How about now?"

Angel: "No, sorry. Nothing. Are you sure this technique works? How much did you pay the crazy old guy to teach you?"

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "He was an old Master of Fung Fu on the planet Zod. How about... NOW!!? No?"

Angel: "Did you actually see him use it on someone?"

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "Well no but--"

BAM!!

The angel explodes into a shower of holy dust.


Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "Ahhhh. I see! I need to-- Oh..."

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Astrid: "Astrid happy not be last of viking horde."

Krig: "Krig happy too. Krig think horde need new Chief and new Elder."

Astrid: "Only Krig qualify as chief. Hail Krig."

Krig: "Peking made honourary viking. Peking Elderly Sage viking now."

Emperor Pi: "Do you mean me?"

Subaru: "I think he's saying Pi King..."

There is a sudden, loud BOOOOOM that echoes through the street. Debris flies in all directions as the Archangel Jegudiel gets to his feet, his face filled with rage.

Archangel Jegudiel: "How DARE you defy me! Impudent mortal heathens! I am the fury of Heaven! The Wrath of God! And I shall descend upon thee like a torrent of fla--"

There is the sound of a bottle being broken.

Archangel Jegudiel: "Ouch..." [/SIZE]

Urshoe: "Get that stitched, Jimmy!"

Astrid: "Urshoe is... hero?"
2013-02-09, 8:54 AM #1536
Somewhere over the U.S.A. a witch whizzes over the landscape at break-neck speeds.

Mecha Lou: " Where the Hell're the breaks on this thing!?"

After a long time of struggling with the broom, our steam-punk witch finally recalls how to use her own vehicle --

Mecha Lou: " Shut up, you."

-- and descends towards The Convenience Store of the Damned where, in the last story arc, there was a scene of ultimate carnage and a large-scale battle between the forces of good and evil.

Mecha Lou: "A bit melodramatic but whatever. Let's see if we can find this dead bloke and get 'im kick-started."

Merchant: "Come all, come all! Get your Awesome Battle T-shirts here!"

Mecha Lou: "... not what I expected."

Merchant: "Hi there young Miss! Care for a T-shirt? Or how about a souvenir mug?"

Mecha Lous: "Is this merchandise about the battle from the last story arc?"

Merchant: "I have no idea what a story arc is, Miss. But I do know the Awesome Battle than took place, yes. Very famous in these parts!"

Mecha Lou: "We're in the middle of nowhere. The only structure around here is this convenience store..."

Merchant:
"Well that would be why it's so famous!"

Mecha Lou: "Figures."

Merchant: "What about one of these Awesome Battle posters!? It'll look great on your bedroom wall!"

Mecha Lou looks at the poster and sees the NeS Heroes and the villains of the last arc all posing in dramatic clashes of action. However each of the heroes has been... changed. They're all more...

Mecha Lou: "Awesome?"

Merchant: "They certainly are, Miss! Awesomely Awesome!"

Mecha Lou: "There's a lot of rippling muscles and big boobs on these people. I don't think they really look like this."

Merchant: "A wee bit of artistic licence. But still, nobody really knows!"

Mecha Lou: "They don't?"

Merchant: "Nope. Mostly all the information comes from some RAM who happened to divulge information to start up business here."

Mecha Lou: "Okay..."

Merchant: "So would you like a T-shirt of a sexy main hero? How about This Bloke? He's popular. Or That Guy is good. Or how about The Dude with Crazy Hair?"

Mecha Lou: "You don't know their names?"

Merchant: "Of course I know their names! I just told you! This one here is Sexy Woman and this one is Asian Beauty. There is also Sexy Hunk for all of our lady customers."

Mecha Lou:
"Right... I'm lookin' for... uh, The Dude with Crazy Hair. I think."

Merchant: "No problem! That's a great T-shirt--"

Mecha Lou: "No no. I mean The Dude With Crazy Hair. His body should be around here somewhere."

Merchant: "Oh! Is that who Sleeping Fella is!? You could never tell, what with all the blood and dirt."

Mecha Lou: "Not to mention that your T-shirt has him brimming with muscles and toting a chin that could break a rock. Where is he?"

Merchant: "His shrine is inside. Ten bucks to view."

Mecha Lou: "What? You're seriously going to charge me?"

Merchant: "He's a very popular attraction!"

Mecha Lou resisted the urge to turn Merchant into a frog and hands him the ten bucks before marching inside what was once The Convenience Store of the Damned.

Inside the Convenience Store of the Damned appears to be a very specific kind of convenience store. All of the products, in some way or another, featured the heroes and villains of the battle. Unlike the Merchant outside the Convenience Store of the Damned seemed to be more clued up on the character names.

Mecha Lou: "Geb Soda. Ciaoflakes. Losichips. Buck Takes Washing Powder..."

Caspian: "That's right! Themed merchandise. What would you like?"

Mecha Lou: "Who're you?"

Caspian: "Caspian Sinclair!"

When Mecha Lou didn't react to his declaration, Caspian feels he should make some further clarification.

Caspian: "I work here!"

Mecha Lou: "Yeah. I guessed that part from your daft outfit."

Caspian: "Oh... and this is Janitor Bob! He works here too!"

Janitor Bob: "Hi there."

Janitor Bob resumes sweeping the floor.

Mecha Lou:
"I never realised Janitor was a title..."

Caspian:
"SHHHH!"

Mecha Lou: "What? Why?"

Caspian:
"The last person that asked that question wound up... dead."

Mecha Lou: "Violent is he?"

Caspian: "No. He just starts going on and on about the history of janitors or something. In the end the last guy threw himself off the roof of the building..."

Mecha Lou: "Lovely story. So, I'm here to see The Dude With the Crazy Hair."

Caspian: "The Merchant's names are not officially endorsed by The Convenience Store of the Damned and so I am unable to help you."

Mecha Lou: "..."

Caspian: "His name's Al Ciao."

Mecha Lou: "So... can I see Al Ciao's body?"

Caspian: "Certainly! We have him enshrined. It'll cost you ten bucks to view him."

Mecha Lou: "What? I just paid ten bucks to the Merchant outside! Why did I pay him if I have to pay you too!?"

Capsian: "I don't know, why did you pay him?"

Mecha Lou: "Tsk. Whatever. Here's your ten bucks."

Caspian: "Excellent! Thank you! If you would like follow Janitor Bob!?"

Mecha Lou follows Janitor Bob through The Convenience Store and into the store rooms. Laid in a simple, unceremonious box is the decaying body of Al Ciao.

Mecha Lou: "...ew."

Janitor Bob: "I know. I tried to clean him but I got told off. Anyway, that'll be ten bucks please!"

Mecha Lou: "What? I just paid Caspian!"

Janitor Bob: "You're paying me for the guided tour. Didn't you hear Caspian's words clearly? He enquired if you would like to follow me..."

Mecha Lou: "Scamming bar-stewards!"

She hands him another ten bucks and approaches the body of Al Ciao. She rubs her hands together to get them warm before she invokes a spot of magick. She holds her hands over him.

Mecha Lou: "TELEPORT!"

BAM!!!

The body of Al Ciao suddenly soars straight upwards and slams into the ceiling with a chilling crunch.

Mecha Lou: "Oops."

Janitor Bob: "It'll be another ten bucks for peeling him off the ceiling..."

Mecha Lou: " 'e does appear to be kind of... stuck there, doesn't 'e?"
2013-02-09, 10:23 AM #1537
On Memory Lane another 'new memory' appears between Michael and the Heroes;

The Otter: "How can there be new memories anyway?"

Soriel:
"Best not to think about it."

Quote:
The year 150BC

Locretia Simonius: "It's a lovely table! My husband, Gebtulus, will be very honoured by your gift, Filius Farlanae!"

Filius Farlanae: "It was an honour for me to make this table for you, Locretia Simonius. I hope it makes you happy and brings you joy to dine at. It's all the rage these days to use tables."
Janitorem Bobius: "Down with the House of Simonius!!"

A horde of slaves bursts into the room and kills everyone in sight. At the head of the slave army is Soriel and Highemperor.

Soriel & Highemperor's Adventures in Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!!!

Taking a break from murdering Roman nobles Highemperor turns to his cohort, who continues killing while replying;

Highemperor: "Remind me why we're helping these slaves?"

Soriel: "It's fun! We can pretend we're Spartacus!!"

Highemperor: "Before Spartacus existed. And he was... uh, will be, a gladiator."

Soriel: "Hey! That's not a bad idea! Gladiator games!"

Soriel finally stops and leans on the corpse of Filius Farlanae, whose remains are strewn all over the table along with his mistress Locretia Simonius.

Soriel: "So if we find a decent Arena, we can join in right? Sounds like a great competition."

Highemperor: "Okay fine, but we'd be better looking for some non-Earth games. They'd be a bit... easy here in Rome."

Soriel: "Let's go!"

Soriel, Highemperor, and the slaves, who know nothing better than to just follow Soriel's bloody rampage, storm back out of the house leaving it in ruin.

The master of the house then returns.

Gebtulus Simonius: "Bollocks. Another slave revolt? Now I've got to go and get yet another wife and best friend. How many wives is this now? Five? Six? Gods damn whoever did this!"

Outside the house the group of destructive individuals is suddenly halted by the appearance of a fearsome individual...

Ares: "You lot have just been damned. You're looking for an Arena right? I've got the perfect solution."


Losien: " Was my Roman ancestor a... bar-steward!?"

The Otter: "Actually I think he was a basta--"

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In London, near Canary Wharf, Qhobeg and Dr R. Deep are joined by Voodoo Snowflakes. Unfortunately Voodoo Snowflakes is under the influence... the influence of Sran Cadpill that is.

Qhobeg: " You know you can't go round trying to pinch them all to death, right?"
Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): " It worked a moment ago. Hold on there, enemy. It'll take just a minute."

An obliging angel allows Voodoo to continue probing his shoulder blade.

Voice: "I can't let you do that, StarFox!"

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "StarWolf?"

Voice: "Oh, sorry I meant to say NeS Heroes..."

Dr R. Deep: "Sorry to disappoint you, young lady, but we are not NeS Heroes."

Qhobeg: "Or StarFox."

Voice:
"Bugger. I'm here to kill the NeS Heroes."

Dr R. Deep: "Who are you?"

Ariana: "My name is Ariana and I'm an angel from Heaven, here to dispatch justice upon the NeS Heroes for the good of the future!"

Qhobeg: "Hold on. Weren't you a character a few story arcs back?"

Ariana: "A clever ruse! Set in motion by those that would seek to preserve the future! For the glory of Heaven!"

Qhobeg: "Hold on, we're not StarFox!! Uh, I mean NeS Heroes!!"

However the little angel no longer hears the humans before her. Her mind is filled with Heaven's music as it stirs her to battle. A bright golden sword appears in her hand and is set to motion against Hero Force One and Voodoo Snowflakes.

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "Hold on! Hold on! Nearly -- still not dead? Okay, okay, how about... now!? No?"

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In the Haunted House of Heroes the Concubines are gathered in the dining hall, around a very graceful and old table. They are sipping tea. Closeby is a crib containing baby Chance. Young hears the telephone ring and leaves the room.

Concubine #1: "This is a lovely table!"

Concubine #5: "Yes it is! Just think of all the wonderful meals eaten here over the centuries!"

Chance: "Or the BLOOD SPILLED !!"

Concubines: :omg:

Young walks back into the room.


Young: "That was a witch asking us if we had a skylight..."

Concubine #3: "Young... your baby jus-"

Suddenly the double-doors to the hall burst open again and in the doorway stood the figure of "The Forgotten One", Twin Suns!

Twin Suns: "I am here to claim your--!!"

Young: "NO! NOT MY BABY!!"

Twin Sun: "Uh... no. Why would I want your baby? Do I look like I have daddy issues?"

Concubine #2: "Do you want an honest answer to that?"

Twin Suns: "No! We're here for the bloody table!"

Young: "Oh... really? Why?"

Nyneve: "That's none of your concern."

Young: "Nyneve!? Whenever I see you I feel great upset from Mother."

Twin Suns: "Mother?"

Nyneve: "She thinks her mother is the NeS itself. Ignore her. Take the table. You two! Move!"

Twin Suns: "Masetto, MaybeChilde. Do as the NeSferatu commands."

The long-forgotten Masetto and the awol MaybeChilde emerge from the doorway and gather either end of the long table to cart it away.
2013-02-09, 11:04 AM #1538
In London Jim 7, the new Ruler of Heaven and all its angels grumbles to himself;

Jim 7: "They all just buggered off. I make my grand entrance, they wet themselves and they all run off!"

Archangel Michael: "Well, they are fighting a war here, Oh Lord."

Jim 7: "Quiet you. Samael, go find me some other Characters for me to present my awesomeness to. I want more pant-wetting."

Archangel Samael: "Of course, My Lord."

The Archangel Samael flies away leaving Jim 7 slowly floating down the street in his winged-go-kart.

Archangel Michael: "An angel approaches, Lord."

Jim 7: "Oi! Who goes there!?"

Archangel ??: "My Lord! It is I, the most powerful and important of all the Archangels!!"

Archangel Michael: "It... it can't be!"

Archangel ??: "Yes! It is I! The Archangel... Bertwick!!"

Archangel Michael: "My my Lord Bertwick!"

Archangel Michael falls to his knees.

Jim 7: "BERTWICK!" :downswords:

The Archangel Bertwick appears quite different from the other Archangels. He has horseshoe hair, a large, dopey, moustache and is wearing what appear to be pyjamas. His wings are small and limp.

Archangel Bertwick: "Yes! That's right!"

Archangel Michael: "Oh Bertwick! What brings you to back to the mortal plane?"

Archangel Bertwick: "Actually I've been working on a top-secret project right here on Earth!"

Archangel Michael: "Oooooooh!"

Archangel Bertwick: "Heaven is a place on Earth!"

Jim 7: "Did you seriously just make that joke?"

Archangel Bertwick: "T'is no joke, My Lord! T'is the truth! I wanted to create Heaven a physical bastion for Your divine will to roam free amongst the populace! I strove to create Heaven in one of the greatest nations on the planet--"

Jim 7: "Well I guess Canada wasn't the best I could do. Did you get me the US!?"

Archangel Bertwick: "No..."

Jim 7: "China? Britain? It's not in Europe is it?"

Archangel Bertwick: "I said I strove to do so. Unfortunately all I could get was Burundi."

Jim 7: "What? Where the Hell is Burundi?"

Archangel Bertwick: "You mean where the Heaven is Burundi."

Jim 7: "Don't make me snap your neck Bertwick!"

Archangel Bertwick: "It's a small land-locked nation in East Africa."

Jim 7: "Are you serious? Is it at least nice there? Rich?"

Archangel Bertwick: "Uh..."

Jim 7: "Answer me, Bertwick!"

Archangel Bertwick: "It's one of the poorest countries in the world, rife with civil war and underdevelopment..."

Jim 7: "And that's Heaven on Earth? Sounds worse than Hell!"

Archangel Bertwick: "Well... I did make it shiny! Shiny Heaven lights, you know?"

Archangel Samael lands next to Jim 7.

Archanngel Samael: "Oh... the loser's back."

Archangel Michael:
"You shouldn't speak like that about Lord Bertwick. He was chosen by the previous God Almighty for this special mission!"

Archangel Samael: "You're such an idiot sometimes, Michael. God fobbed this loser off with some stupid plan just to get him out of Heaven and stop him leaving his stamp collection on the floor of His office!"

Jim 7: "You'd best have someone for me to impress, Samael, or I'm gonna *****slap one of you!"
2013-02-11, 2:17 AM #1539
On Memory Lane, our newly villainous "main cast", as it were, prepares to set out to stop their rival villain and rule the NeS!

Al Ciao: Huh. My former alter ego would love it now... everyone's on the same side as he is. Sorta.

Soriel: I traveled with him/you before. He's on his own side, not just the generic villain faction.

Al Ciao: Hence why I said "sorta".

Rachel: Don't make me break out the frying pan.

Al Ciao winces at the memories...

[quote=The Adventures of Soriel & Highemperor... IN SPAAAAAAAAAAAACE!]A scene of carnage surrounds the adventurers. Highemp is sitting on a suitably spiky, bony throne, whilst Soriel is cutting a bloody swath through all the contenders for said throne.

Highemp: It's good to be king. With a loyal assassin/bodyguard/elite warrior.

Soriel: Yeah, yeah. So long as I get to keep killing things.

He beheads a hapless alien gnome who was just trying to get to the bathroom.

Highemp: I think this calls for some evil, melodramatic laughter, now that we've conquered - whatever this dimension is named - and am about to expand my empire! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA--

There is a loud BANG of metal ringing on skull, and Highemp slumps over in his throne. Behind him stands the apron-wearing mother-in-law of the alien gnome, brandishing an alien frying pan.[/quote]

Apple: So THAT'S how it started!

Rachel: No, no, no! I started it! This is some feeble attempt to retcon some history!

Maeve: It's canon now, sister. Deal.

Losien: Silence, you fools! It is time to set out on our villainous quest! But first--

She strikes a dramatic pose.

Losien: We all need an EVIL makeover!

In a montage, all the NeS heroes - er, NeS villains - on Memory Lane don new outfits.

TLTE: Finally! Out of the pink princess dress!

Losien: Awesome! I get to ogle your sexy unclad bod! :D

Others: :huh:

Rachel: Ha. I think not. Put on your black goth dress, damsel.

TLTE: :(

Apple looks at Al Ciao, who is dressed to the nines in a tuxedo.

Apple: Is that a rose in your lapel?

Everyone snickers.

Al Ciao: Hey! I'm just evoking a mafia-esque Godfather motif!

Apple: Whatever you say... Rosebud.

Al Ciao reddens.

Al Ciao: Whatever! Just remember... I'm the Godfather. :awesome:
2013-02-11, 11:39 AM #1540
Britt the Writer: What the Hell does an alien frying pan look like?

Al Ciao the Writer: Well... it's like a frying pan but... alien!

Britt the Writer: :huh:

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A memory from Page 43 surfaces;

Quote:
Originally Posted byDrkJedi82

On the ground we see Jim7 dusting himself off.

Jim7 kicks jump-bot

Jim7: piece of junk couldn't even hold together after only falling out of a 1st floor window...

Jim7 starts walking off wondering what caused the extreme boredom that made him want to fight with someone.

Jim7: maybe I'll go see if Rob fixed the go-kart.

a few minutes later, at the garage...

Rob: friggin piece of junk...

Jim7: What's wrong?

Rob: The steering wheel keeps falling off.

Jim7: did you try duct tape?

Rob: Not yet... but... GOOD IDEA!!!

Rob duct tapes the wheel in place

Rob: Holy carp that works

Jim7: w00t... let's drive it...

Rob: ok...

Jim7 and Rob drive off in the go-kart


The Illusionist: Why... go-karts?

Michael McFarlane: What? How the Hell should I know? This is meant to be my psychoanalysis, not Jim 7's!
2013-02-12, 11:03 AM #1541
In London;

Jim 7 descends toward Qhobeg, Dr R. Deep, Voodoo Snowflakes and Ariana.


Jim 7: "Hold on, angel chick. Let me suitably inflate my own ego before you go scrapping with these chumps."

Ariana:
"Uh... okay."

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "That is a most impressive vessel you have!"

Jim 7: "Oh right. You know it's usually the whole god-thing that impresses people, not the go-kart."

Voodoo Snowflakes (Sran Cadpill): "If I could captain such a chariot I'm sure this war would even itself out!"

Jim 7: "Holy crap! --"

Archangel Michael: "That's blasphemy, Oh Lord."

Jim 7: "That is the best idea I've ever heard of!"

Archangel Samael: "Wait, what?"

Jim 7: "NeS MARIO KART!!!"

Jim 7 clicks his godly fingers and uses his new-found powers to give everyone present a go-kart much like his own. After blinking a lot they each find they've been placing in 'starting positions' upon a make-shift course through London streets.

The Archangel Bertwick floats on upon a cloud, holding a set of traffic lights.


Archangel Bertwick: "Get ready!"

Qhobeg: "I'm not sure I can believe this is actually happening..."

Archangel Bertwick: "Steady..."

Dr R. Deep: "I'm not sure I will ever recover from this debasement..."

Archangel Bertwick: "GOOOOO!!!!!"

Jim 7: "YAHOOOOOO!!!!"

Sat atop of one of the buildings is Detective Hawthorne and Benjamin Mahir, who have been elusive during the entire war until this point. They appear with microphones, ready to commentate.

Benjamin Mahir: "Looks to be a promising day of racing frolics, right Hawthorne?"

Detective Hawthorne: "That's right, Ben. Ariana, that cutey angel, has taken the lead!"

Benjamin Mahir: "Oh but it looks like Samael just took her out with a Red Koopa Shell!!"

Detective Hawthorne: "I thought they were on the same side in this stupid war?"

Benjamin Mahir: "This is MARIO KART!!! There are no sides! Every man for himself!!"

Detective Hawthorne: "Deep take a short-cut through a warp pipe, putting him ahead of the pack!"

Benjamin Mahir: "I don't remember there being any warp pipes in London, Hawthorne!"

Detective Hawthorne: "The London Sewer is a mysterious thing indeed!"

Benjamin Mahir: "And Jim 7, at the rear of the group, skids on another banana peel. You'd think think with all his years of training on those things, he'd be a pro, right Hawthorne?"

Detective Hawthorne: "You're right, Ben. It's just not Jim's day at the races this afternoon."
2013-02-14, 12:11 PM #1542
A dusty seven story building in the middle of a wasteland (i.e. reality), the Writers of the Never-ending Story go about their usual business...

Britt the Writer: Please stop whipping me!

Editor in Chief of Supremacy Geb: It makes you a more productive writer.

Britt the Writer: And one that cries on his keyboard because of it.

As Editor in Chief of Supremacy Geb continues to whip Britt the Writer with a rubber band, a door slams shut and the fragile glass in its frame shatters. The other writers turn around to see a figure in a tattered trenchcoat, goggles, and balaclava stumble over to a dusty cubicle and flops down into the worn leather of an ancient office chair.

Britt the Writer: Has he been here before...?

Editor in Chief of Supremacy Geb: Sir, that space is reserved for "paid" employees. I'm going to have to ask you to leave before I call Krig-Sec and be forced to come up with more lies.

Figure: Well, maybe if you guys would water the grass or something, I wouldn't have to get through a dust storm to get back to work.

Al Ciao the Writer: You sound familiar...

Figure: And you look like you've shifted the priorities of your delusions of grandeur.

The individual at the desk removes his facial accoutrements, revealing an aged and experienced yet familiar face. Editor-in-Chief of Supremacy Geb continues to stare in confusion while the other writers immediately recognize the figure as none other than Antestarr the Writer.

EiCoS Geb (Activating his bluetooth earpiece): Yes... yes... KrigSec... we've got an unauthorized desk-sitter in zone bravo-two-alpha-zulu-foxtrot-mambo-kempo...

Al Ciao the Writer: Hey, Ante... long time no see. Where've you been?

Ante the Writer: Oh, you know... had to get out and see the world a bit. Stretch the ol' legs.

Tracer the Writer: Again?

Britt the Writer: How'd that work out for you?

Ante the Writer: I wound up in Idaho.

All: Oh...

EiCoS Geb: (on the phone) What do you mean "he's on indefinite leave?" What about Deputy Otter?

Ante the Writer: So what've I missed? Also, why don't I have a computer at my desk?

Tracer the Writer: Everyone who's been out for more than 2 years has to resubmit their work resources in triplicate on papyrus.

Al Ciao the Writer: And you've missed out on the usual -- trying to have video games write the story for us, Canadian politics, that sort of thing.

Ante the Writer: *sigh* Okay, guess I should get started then... anyone got a reed pen and inkwell?
Pereant qui ante nos nostra dixerunt.
2013-02-16, 3:00 AM #1543
Britt the Writer: "Oh, and we killed your character off."

Antestarr the Writer: "WHAT!?"

Britt the Writer: "But he came back..."

Antestarr the Writer: "Oh..."

Britt the Writer: "As a zombie!"

Antestarr the Writer: "WHAT!!!?"

Al Ciao the Writer:
"No no, he's not a zombie!"

Antestarr the Writer: "He's not?"

Britt the Writer: "Yes he is!"

Al Ciao the Writer: "No he isn't! He's a NeSferatu now."

Antestarr the Writer: "You made him a vampire!?"

Al Ciao the Writer: "Uh... Britt did it."

Britt the Writer: "Snitch!"

Antestarr the Writer: "Do you know how much of a pain in the backside he was before you did that? Do you know the number of times me and him have had to have words!? Now he's going to be an even bigger pain!"

Britt the Writer: "Yeah, I seem to remember you having arguments with your character now that I come to think of it. I think I put a spanner in the works then too."

Antestarr the Writer: "Does it saying anything about killing co-workers on this papyrus stuff?"

----------

In the River Thames Antestarr resurfaces.

Antestarr: "I feel a presence!"

Evil G: "Well it's not like I went anywhere."

Antestarr: "Not you I me-- GAH!!!"

Evil G: "Yeah, it's also still sunny. Stay under the water or you burn to death. Or... combust to death, I'm noot really sure how to phrase it with you."
2013-02-19, 10:42 AM #1544
In Burundi--

Archangel Bertwick: Ahem.

--I mean, "Heaven"--

Archangel Bertwick: Finger quotes are not necessary.

--there is a facsimile of the Holy City Above. Twelve gates made of giant single jewels in a magnficient foursquare wall, streets of gold, a river of holy water, and great spires and palaces of mirrored glass and marble.

Jim: Hey, this sounds pretty good!

Archangel Samael: Note the word, "facsimile".

Archangel Michael: Samael! The Holiest Angel of All said finger quotes aren't necessary!

The Burundi facsimile, of course, has a rickety wooden wall that is not any recognizable geometric shape, dirt paths with a single cobblestone road, a dirty stream, and 11 gates of well-polished stone.

Jim: Eleven? Where's the twelfth?

Archangel Bertwick: Due to budget cuts, I was unable to have it made.

Jim: Doesn't seem very defensible with a big hole in one of the walls where the gate should be.

Archangel Samael: Right, cuz the rickety wooden wall makes it so very defensible otherwise.

Anyhow, as I was saying, in the facsimile of the Holy City - let us dub this sprawling shambles of a facsimile the Somewhat Holy City - all the angels and citizens of Heaven Above are busy settling into their new home.

Archangel Samael: Wait, WHAT?

Archangel Michael: The previous God Almighty gave the great Bertwick standing orders that his new Heaven on Earth would henceforth be Heaven itself.

Archangel Samael: That's insane! That was only part of the excuse He gave the cad; it was never meant to be implemented!

Archangel Bertwick: A divine edict is a divine edict, Samael.

Archangel Samael: Bah. I'm staying Heaven above!

Archangel Michael: *Former* heaven above.

Archangel Samael: Now who's doing finger quotes?

Archangel Michael: Regardless, you can't go there. It's been let to 70 virgins.

Jim: Oooooh, now *I* wanna go there!

Archangel Michael: The Lord God Almighty is a chaste office, Holiest One. Besides, they're all crazy cat ladies.

Archangel Samael: Hey, Jim, aren't you driving a go-kart?

Jim: Why do you think I'm losing? Racing and juggling a cell phone aren't the easiest thing!
2013-02-25, 12:25 AM #1545
As the celestial war rages on in London, attracting gods far beyond mere human strength, Michael sees a memory from page 44 roll by...
Originally posted by The MAZZTer:
* Ares drives his new Dodge Viper (purchased 10 minutes ago at the nearest car dealership) up to a store which has a peculiar title: Al's Armory and Gun Store. Ares gets out of his Viper and walks into the store. *

Ares: *looking like a man on a mission, walks up to the store manager.* Ok Al, what's the biggest, most expensive piece of gunnery you can hook me up with?

Al: *looks up, startled, as he didn't notice Ares come in* Uh, what? Oh! You're loking for a gun? Well, lemme show you our economy model...

Ares: *grabs Al by his shirt* Look punk, I'm the god of war. I don't need no "economy model".

Al: Er... yessir...

Ares: *still holding on to Al* Now, what do you have for me today?

Al: Er.... We have the latest in technology *reaches below the counter as best he can in his rediculous position, fumbles for a bit, and pulls out an oddly shaped handgun, which looks more like a Handheld Nuclear Rocket Launcher.* This is a Handheld Nuclear Rocket Launcher.

Ares: *abruptly* Too small.

Al: Er... *fumbles some more, pulls out a slightly bigger gun* This is a...

Ares: *Pulls on Al's shirt some more, raising the small man off the gound* Give me the BIGGEST, most EXPENSIVE thing you have...

Al: Er... I'm afraid I can't reach it at the moment...

Ares: *excited* Yes?

Al: It's out back, won't fit in here...

Ares: *excited* Yes yes?

Al: I'm afraid the FBI tried to buy it but they were short by a few hundred...

Ares: thousand dollars?

Al: No, million.

Ares: YES!!!

Al: Uh sir?

Ares: What is it mortal? I'm busy plotting my archnemisis' downfall!

Al: Cash or check?

Ares: Put it on my tab. Show me it, now!

Al: Right this way sir.

*Pause*

Ares: Well?

Al: You have to let me go first, sir.

Ares: Oh. *Let's him go*

Al: Walk this way sir. *Waddles out the back door. Ares waddles after him.*

Back in London, a dense beam of light wreathed in green flames pierces through the air and instantly disintegrates an abandoned car. The aftershock sends a deafening shockwave from its spot, scattering the nearby angels and demons, and cracking the earth with molten fissures. At the same time, in Memory Lane, Michael sees the follow-up to the nostalgic event he just witnessed from page 44...
Originally posted by Wuss:
Al: "It is not very big. However, it is the most powerful and versatile weapon we have."

Ares: "Is this some kind of joke?"

Al: "No, sir! I swear! It's the deadliest weapon ever created!"

*Sitting in a cage in front of Ares, was a puppy, the cutest, softest, most adorable puppy in the entire universe. With soft brown eyes that radiated love, it stares up at Ares, it's tongue hanging out slightly in a manner that is oh so disgustingly cute.*

Ares: "You have about two seconds to explain this or I'm going to kill you."

*Ares grabs Al by the shirt again and draws back his other fist, preparing to smash Al in the nose*

Al: "No! No! Please! I'll show you! I'll show you!"

*Al pulls away, ripping his shirt, and opens the cage. He pulls out the puppy and aims it at a nearby tree*

Al: "Sugar Dumpling, attack!"

*Ares snickers, but his laughter is cut short as his jaw drops in disbelief. A beam of light, wreathed in green flames, shoots from Sugar Dumpling's eyes, reducing the tree to cinder in the blink of an eye. A shockwave erupts from the surrounding ground, flipping over cars, uprooting other trees, and causing cracks to splinter across the surface of the earth, from which lava oozes out.*

Ares: "Uh... Do I have to call it 'Sugar Dumpling?' Can't I give it a more macho name like Killer or Spike? I mean... even the name 'Amanda' inspires more fear than 'Sugar Dumpling.'"

Al: "I'm sorry, sir. The only name it will respond to is 'Sugar Dumpling.'"

Ares: "Fine, fine. I'll take it."

Al: "Paper or plastic?"

Meanwhile, in London, the source of the deadly beam attack from before reveals itself to be the most adorable puppy, Sugar Dumpling, scampering away playfully from its owner, Ares, the God of War.

Ares: Come back here, Sugar Dumpling! Stop! Heel! Return to your master! No--off the angel! They're for slaying, not fornicating on their leg! Ugh...
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2013-02-26, 6:47 AM #1546
Emperor Pi: So I'm your Viking Elderly Sage now? Does it come with any perks? Like tea?

Krig: Peking can have all tea! Krig have imported Swiss tea.

Emperor Pi lights up.

Pi: As long as the job doesn't come with any more Concubines, I think I can live with that.

-----

At the London University, Geb, Couchman, MZZT, and the Armenian Consul #1 are playing Monopoly. Queen Iriana is sitting on the stuffed grizzly bear, watching as she sips her tea.

Couchman: A hotel on the Boardwalk is mine!

Iriana: Bugger. I'm nearly out of tea. Consul! Get me more!

MZZT: Yes! $200 for me and-- crapcakes, I landed on Geb's hotel!A

rmenian Consul #1: Begging your pardon, milady, but it's a warzone out there.

Geb: That'll be $4200.

Iriana: This calls for drastic measures! Summon your finest horseback archers!

MZZT: ... horseback archers?

Couchman: MZZT! Pay attention to the game.

Armenian Consul #1: Er... your majesty, our horseback archers went out centuries ago.

Iriana: ........

Armenian Consul #1: But we do have motorcycle-riding snipers!

MZZT: :huh:

Iriana: Excellent! Tell them to escort me to the nearest source of tea!

-----

Astrid is hacking open crates of Swiss tea with her axe as Emperor Pi looks on eagerly. Suddenly, with a VROOOOOM, several military-grade cybercycles - is that a *word*? - surrounded them. One of them has a sidecar carrying Queen Iriana.

Motorcycle Sniper #1: Hand over your tea! Her majesty the Queen is confiscating these crates for the good of the state!

Krig peers at Iriana.

Krig: Little girl not look like old lady.

Motorcycle Sniper #1: The Queen of Armenia!

Krig, Astrid, and Pi: :huh:

Iriana: Oh, do stop staring. It's so tiresome to be constantly adored for my radiant beauty and unmatched grace. Now then, the tea.

Emperor Pi: I'm afraid I shall have to insist against that, madam. By the imperial authority of the state of China, I have taken charge of these tea crates.

Iriana: Wait - you're a king? And a tea afficionado?

Emperor Pi: I am indeed!

Pi and Iriana look at each other with stars in their eyes.

Emperor Pi: On the other hand, I don't need another Concubine.

Iriana: :omg: I am NOT a concubine! I am a QUEEN. You shall get rid of your Concubines.

Emperor Pi: Oh believe me, I'd love to if I could.

Iriana: You shall not have my hand in marriage, nor unite our states, till you do so.

Emperor Pi: Well... they are kind of stuck in the 8th dimension at the moment.

Iriana: Perfect! For the glory of our countries, we shall be the Emperor and Empress of Chinarmenia! For glory! For royalty! For tea!

Emperor Pi seals the royally arranged betrothal with a chaste kiss upon her cheek, and they fall to drinking the Swiss tea together.
2013-02-28, 8:40 PM #1547
Back at Memory Lane, Michael's desperation in finding the lost spirit of the NeS becomes more visible as he tries to analyze a moment from page 45 he suspects is relevant somehow...
Originally posted by maevie:
Having been neglected in the flashback by their writers, Ford and Maeve are still in the jail cell, however many years later we're at now. However, as Ford has been present in many NeS antics over the years, this creates something of an issue with continuity. Anyway, that will be addressed soon enough...

Ford: Something weird is going on...

Maeve: Let me guess, the power of NeS doing something stupid and nonsensical?

Ford: Perhaps. I think it's about time we got out of here.

Maeve: Yeah, I mean, we've only been here..what? Ten years or so?

Ford: Mhmm...now...how to escape...

Maeve: You know, seeing as all we did was take part in a raucous party, we really should have been released a long time ago.

Ford: Shush, I'm thinking. *mumbles to himself* Now, if we remove that grating, and use the bed sheets to make a rope...

Meanwhile, Maeve goes to see the guard.

Maeve: Excuse me, I believe it's about time we were allowed to leave, what with not having committed a serious crime or anything.

Guard: You're still here??!??! Wow, we forgot about you a long time ago. what have you been surviving on?

Maeve: Rats, mainly, occasionally we were lucky enough to get leftovers from the other prisoners. Anyway, can we please go?

Guard: Certainly. *opens the door*

Maeve: You coming Ford?

Ford, meanwhile, has created a complex system of ropes and pulleys and has just launched himself out the window of the jail cell.

Maeve: I guess I'll meet him downstairs.

-----

Outside the jail...

Ford: *panting heavily*..h-h-how did you get here?

Maeve: The stairs...seemed logical to me.

Ford: They let you out?

Maeve: Yeah, turned out they'd forgotten about us, quite a waste of our youth, eh?

Trying not to consider the truth of how much of his life he's missed, Ford moves on to trying to work out what the weird thing was that spurred them on to take this action.

Ford: Ok, we need to get to...I have no idea...why does this keep happening? It's like I have these memories, but I don't...

Maeve: Um, ok... how about we go this way? *points*

Ford: Sure.

In true NeS coincidence style, they soon find themselves at the Hall of Heroes, which Ford kinda recognizes in a sort of alternate universe kinda way. They both go inside, and soon bump into the Ford that has been part of the NeS antics all this time.

OriginalFord: uuuuhhh....

AlternateFord: uuuuhhh....

OriginalFord: uuuuhhh....

AlternateFord: uuuuhhh....

Maeve: Right, this isn't going anywhere fast. seeing as the entire world seems to have lost all logic since I met you Ford, I'm going to assume that this is some kind of paradox thingamajig, solvable only by a stupid random action.

OriginalFord: uuuuhhh....

AlternateFord: uuuuhhh....

While the two Fords keep "uuuhhh...."ing, Maeve walks behind them both and bangs their heads together. They both fall to the floor and pass out.

Maeve: Um, not sure if that was the desired effect or not.

Suddenly, the air around the two Fords begins to wobble a bit, kinda like when heat rises of the road and everything goes blurry. The edges of the Fords fuzz and start blending together until only one Ford is left.

Maeve: Aha! I'm sure that's got to be a good thing.

Ford: Ok, what the hell happened? I was just going to get something to drink...no I wasn't, I'd just escaped a jail cell...ok, what???

Maeve: I don't know, there were two of you, so I bashed you together and you became one, seemed to fit the NeS logic, from what you've told me..that is, what the you that has been in a jail cell for the past decade..I don't know what the other one's been doing.

Ford: Jail...other...NeS... something bad is happening.

Maeve: Why am I not surprised?

They rush off to find out what today's emergency is...

Michael: No, this can't be it either. I have to find it soon -- I have to! Have to...
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2013-03-07, 7:45 AM #1548
The NeS villains march in a sinister manner through the mists of Memory Lane. At least they attempt to. Soriel has the best evil stride of them all, but it doesn't quite look right without a cool cloak and pointy sword. Apple's stride might pass as evil, if she wasn't starting to waddle as pregnancy tropes set in.

Godfather Al: So... where are we actually going?

Losien: To find Michael!

Apple: I thought we were going after Darkside, Tsolo, and the Illusionist, but okay?

Al: Well, I am now married to Lady Darkside :wub:

Lady Lightside: *pouting in her new angelic white robe* Don't remind me. :(

Al: ...and Losien self-destructed Tsolo, and the Illusionist is, well, a stage magician, more or less.

Apple: Okay, but... Who is Michael?

Losien: I have no idea! But in Britt's last post, he said that's who we were going after!

TLTE: My dear... I wonder if he perhaps means....

Losien: Oh dear.

Amal: What?

TLTE: Michael McLongname.

Rachel: What page of memories are we on now?

Soriel: Page 45.

Losien: Nice, got some of that sage stuff going on already, eh?

Soriel: No, I'm just paying attention to the road signs.

He points to a bright neon sign saying, "WHAT HAPPENS ON PAGE 45 STAYS ON PAGE 45," depicting a neon outline of a woman lounging with martini in hand.

Losien: Right.

Soriel: Also, we are nearing Michael, though he is no doubt closer to page 46 by now.

Al: Okay, now *that* is sage stuff, right?

Soriel: No, I'm just looking at the bathroom stalls.

He points to a random public restroom interior, in which is a stall door with the words, MICHAEL WUZ HEER in bright red marker. Beneath that, in dark blue, is written, "So wuz yer mudder."

Al: Oh.
2013-03-12, 8:55 PM #1549
Gebohq the Writer is stood by a very large window, gazing out across the landscape of the Massassi forums. His dark silhouette casts a sinister figure against the stark light of the outside world. His hands are clasped behind him.

Gebohq the Writer is waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.


Gebohq the Writer: "I've been frickin' waiting for AGES! Where the Hell is he!?"

A small red light suddenly flashes on and Gebohq the Writer's eyes narrow into evil, determined slits.

Gebohq the Writer: "There he is!"

Out in the main offices Antestarr the Writer is sipping at a freshly made cup of coffee.

Antestarr the Writer: "All this catching up on recent events really takes its toll on the old nogg- WHOA!"

Gebohq the Writer charges into Antestarr the Writer, knocking the coffee from the cup and into Antestarr's lap.

Antestarr the Writer: "My scream of anguish is so outrageous it cannot spring from my lips..."

Further down the offices Al Ciao the Writer is leaning out of the window.

FWIP!

Random Dude Outside: "Ow -- is that a piece of soggy paper?"

Al Ciao the Writer: "Hur hur hur."

He tears another piece of paper from his recent NeS notes, wets it with his saliva and pops the piece into the straw he was using to fire bits of soggy paper at random Massassians below.

FWI-- PPPppppppp!

Gebohq the Writer bursts past Al Ciao the Writer, knocking him aside and over the window he was hanging out of. After a sudden drop and a dead stop Massassians rush to help him. Until one of them spots the straw sticking out of his unconscious mouth and they all start to beat on him.

Gebohq the Writer: "Britt the Writer! Where have you been!?"

Britt the Writer is dressed like a man on a pleasant stroll... whatever that looks like.

Britt the Writer: "Uh... strolling? I live in China, you know?"

Gebohq the Writer: "Yeah... sure you do. Your absence has been noted and I have issued a formal complaint against you!"

Britt the Writer: "Wait, what?"

Gebohq the Writer: "On grounds of sexual harassment."

Britt the Writer:
"WHA-- Well actually that's probably a fair cop. I can't believe you rushed all the way down here just to shout at me."

Gebohq the Writer: "What? As if I'd exercise just for that!"

DING-DONG!

Gebohq the Writer: "AH-HA! PIZZA!"

Britt the Writer: "Wow... I thought only doughnuts would make you run."

Pizza Guy: "Here's your pizza topped with doughnuts, Sir!"

Britt the Writer: "..."
2013-03-22, 10:42 PM #1550
Evil G: "Here we go buddy, you should be alright hanging out under the shadow of the bridge."

Antestarr:
"Finally. But now how do we get out of the river?"

Evil G:
"We? I thought you could look after yourself from here on out. I'm getting a bit tired of treading water."

Antestarr: "You're going to leave me down here?"

Evil G: [/B] "Things to do! Places to be, you know?"

Antestarr: "But... there's nothing for me to do down here!"

Evil G: "I'm sure I can find you a colouring book somewhere. If I'm feeling really generous I may be able to find a Gameboy or something."

Antestarr: "You... swine!"

Evil G: "Fine. No Gameboy for you. And if you keep on with that attitude I won't send you a colouring book either."

Before Evil G has the chance to swim away there is a loud boom that washes over the city of London. A bright streak of light shines briefly in an arc above the two men in the River Thames and distant Ares-like bellows follow. Initially neither Evil G nor Antestarr seemed to be interested - just another cataclysmic boom amongst the outrageously destructive war noises over London - until Tower Bridge (London Bridge) came falling down!

Evil G: "Falling down. Falling down. London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady!"

Antestarr: "I am no lady!"

Evil G: "Or fair for that matter..."

The bridge lands on top of the pair of them.
2013-03-29, 9:35 PM #1551
*Couchman's eyes narrow as he glares at Emperor Pi.*

Couchman: We'll put a stop to this.

Gebohq: We will?

Couchman: Yes, my legal friend. To the Couchmobile!

*Having no idea what a couchmobile is, Geb and Mzzt just look at each other and shrug as Couchman runs around the corner and down an alley. Moments later they hear the loud beeping of a truck backing up.*

Couchman: Weclome aboard, gentlemen!

*Couchman waves at the heros from the cab of his Couchmobile, a delivery truck from The Brick. Geb and Mzzt pile into the seats.*

Mzzt: So, I assume this vehicle has a hidden arsenal of auto-tracking mini-guns, rocket pods, and guided missiles?

Couchman: No.

Mzzt: Okay, then sophisticated sensor-stealthing and a satellite-uplinked tracking suite?

Couchman: No.

Mzzt: An anti-gravity flight mode that can be engaged at the push of a button?

Couchman: No.

Mzzt: Then what does it have?

Couchman: A retractable loading ramp, extended cargo capacity, and twenty miles per gallon.

Mzzt: ...I'm confused about what you expect to accomplish here.

Gebohq: I don't get it Couchman, why 'The Brick'?

Couchman: Because nobody beats them, and nobody beats the Couchman...

*Couchman's eyes narrow once more as he stares out the windshield at the departing Chinarmenian motorcade.*

Couchman: ...nobody.
COUCHMAN IS BACK BABY
2013-03-31, 11:03 PM #1552
As Losien and the others march down Memory Lane with new purpose, they spot through the fog a body on the ground. Losien stops in confusion as she identifies the body.

Losien: It's Michael! And he's...

Amal: Dead?

Walking towards Michael's body, Soriel takes his pulse. A long and awkward silence follows in the wait...

Losien struggles to show smug satisfaction instead of despair at the potential outcome, while The Last True Evil holds her hand with no pretense of anything other than apprehension. Amal paces around Michael's body, examining the possible ramifications of the outcome while Soriel focuses on his evaluation. For their part, Maeve, the Otter, and Apple are all silent due solely to lacking some pithy remark to make. Even the lady Darkside looks on with no effort to hide her surprise at the turn of events. Only Al Ciao has his attention elsewhere, searching their surroundings for something as-of-yet unknown.

After a minute, Soriel stops and turns his attention to everyone else.


Soriel: Dead.

Losien: Hah! Now I'll be unopposed as top villain, the likes of which... the NeS has never seen...

TLTE: Michael is in a better place now. He's in our hearts, never to be forgotten.

Maeve: I don't see what the problem is here. The bad guy's dead, and life goes on for another day. Shouldn't we be having some drinks to kick off this victory?

Otter: Good idea! Drinks to celebrate, drinks to mourn, drinks for the hell of it...

Soriel gets up as he addresses the Otter.

Soriel: The problem is that this doesn't seem to be in the spirit of NeS. Something happened. Something very important...

Amal: This isn't right. This has to be some scheme from the Illusionist.

Lady Darkside: This was not any scheme from the Illusionist.

Amal: And why should we believe you?

Al Ciao: Because the NeS is dying.

Everyone turns their attention to Al Ciao in various levels of shock and disbelief.

Al Ciao: I've been on the watch for new memories, and it's been on this memory for a while now, as if it may be its last. Look.

The cast of characters peer at the foggy backdrop to see the following memory from page 46...
Originally posted by Gebohq:
Summer of '99
(sung to "Summer of '69")

I saw my first NeS thread
Started the ISB in time
Wrote it till my fingers bled
It was the summer of '99

Me and some other fools
Took a stand and we tried real hard
Galvy quit and Ares got real bored
I really thought we'd never get far

Oh when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
And if I had the choice
Ya - I'd always wanna be there
Those were the best days of my life

Ain't no use in complainin'
When you got a job to do
Spent my evenin's rewriting my posts
And that's when I met you

Going by some silly nick
You told me that you'd write forever
Oh and when you hit submit
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life

Back in the summer of '99

Man we were killin' time
We were young and restless
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin' can last forever - forever, no?

And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
Sometimes when I write that NeS thread
I think about ya wonder what went wrong

Going by that silly nick
You told me it would last forever
Oh the way you hit submit
I knew that it was now or never
Those were the best days of my life

Back in the summer of '99

Apple: I don't get it. It just looks like some writer's sentimental drivel to me.

Al Ciao: And that drivel is the spirit of the NeS! We assumed that the spirit of the Never-ending Story was in some plot-point, some moment with one of us characters, when really it was with the Writers. They're the ones who give a story its spirit, and now with this current thread reaching its end, they must be aiming to quit. They're just remembering the "good times" now; the life of the NeS is flashing before its eyes.

The shock and disbelief everyone experienced before starts to turn into a suffocating dread.

Soriel: Michael must have died when he came upon the revelation himself. It's... easy to see why...

Amal: I can't accept this. We have to do something!

TLTE: What can we do?

Amal: I... I don't know...

While nobody watches, the eyes of the dead "Michael" open, his hand surreptitiously reaching to take his face off and reveal a certain character left unmentioned until now.

Rachel "April Fool" Pi: *wink*
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2013-04-14, 6:00 AM #1553
Losien: So.... why are we all just standing around here?

Soriel: Writers haven't given us a script.

Losien: So? We're villains! We don't need no stinkin' script!

Soriel: We're characters in a story with no free will. So yes, yes we doo.

Apple: So why haven't we been given a script!

TLTE: I think the writers might have taken Geb the Writer's April Fools post a bit too seriously, maybe?

Rachel: Whoa, hold on there! It was clearly stated it was an April Fools joke!

Al: In spoiler text, yes. I suspect the writers are too lazy to move their mouse to hover over that.

Soriel: *nodding wisely* The laziness is strong with these writers.

Amal: So, what are you saying? The story's effectively dead?

Rachel: Wait! No! A new memory is forming - look!

Originally posted by Al Ciao:
In the rugged snowy wastes of...some random mountain range somewhere...an intrepid postal service truck navigates sharp turns and narrow cliffside roads. The driver will perhaps be familiar to some longtime viewers.

Random Audience Member #1: Ooooh, oooooh, I know! It's Jim Seven!

Random Audience Member #2: Naw, you eejit, Jim drives a go kart.

Random Audience Member #1: Yeah, but he was called away from that go kart a couple pages ago, for some unimportant reason which I can't recall. Farr's driving the go kart now!

Random Audience Member #3: You're both crazy. It's clearly Galvatron.

Random Audience Member #2: Nuh-uh. It's a random bystander that got popped off in the Arena a thousand and one pages ago!

Anyway... the postal truck gradually winds up the road to a lonely cabin near the peak. The driver is murmuring encouragement to himself.

Driver: Excelsior! Ever onward, ever upward!

Random Audience #1: Aha! It's Stan Lee!

Finally the truck pulls up in front of the cabin. Out of the truck pops--

Random Audience Member #1: Stan Lee!

Random Audience Member #2: Random Bystander!

Random Audience Member #3: Galvatron!

--Phil the former UGO driver.

RAM's: :omg:

The UGO-driver-cum-postman gets out, carrying a large package, saying "This side up" on opposite sides. Each side has an arrow pointing a different way; of course, with the way Phil is holding out, neither arrow is pointing up at the moment. Going to the cabin door, he knocks, and the door soon creaks open, revealing--

Random Audience Member #1: Farr!

Random Audience Member #2: Random Audience Member #3!

Random Audience Member #3: Burby-- wait, what?

--The Last True Evil the Boromir Rip-off. Long thought dead, he is too good of an old, albeit now defunct, running joke to truly die. Now forgotten, he lives on this mountaintop, away from the affairs of Twin Suns and Tsolo and the other Forgotten.

TLTE the Boromir Rip-off: Greetings, tovarish. Haven't seen you since last Christmas.

Phil: Well, you know your dear maiden aunt loves sending you these knitted sweaters every year.

TLTE the Boromir: How true. Still, it's awfully benevolent of a postman, to come all this way upwards for that. I doubt that truck is much in the way of mobility.

Random Audience Member #1: You have GOT to be kidding me.

Random Audience Member #2: That is sooooooo lame.

Random Audience Member #3: I want my money back.

Erm... we don't charge for admission.

Random Audience Member #3: WHAT?! But I gave $50 to... Dammit!

He runs off, chasing after the random swindler. Much luck may he have.


Losien: ...a memory of a B.U.M.P.?

Al: Wow, the writers are getting lazy.

Soriel: Your writer wrote that.

Al: :neckbeard:
2013-04-28, 11:29 AM #1554
Al Ciao: "Ding Dong the Witch is dead!"

Soriel: "...uh, which old witch?"

Al Ciao: "The Wicked Witch! Ding dong the Wicked Witch is dead!"

The Otter: "That's very cold of you. Even Michael deserves some respect in death..."

TLTE: "No tovarish. He doesn't."

Soriel: "Or were you talking about the NeS being dead?"

Rachel: "You know Michael isn't really dead, right?"

----------

Mecha Lou: "Argh! I die!"

At The Convenience Store of the Damned and the location of the final battle of the previous story arc, Mecha Lou, the sexy, cyber-witch, falls to the floor and writhes about in apparent agony.

Janitor Bob: "It'll cost you about twenty bucks to remove your corpse, you know?"

Mecha Lou suddenly stops. Dead.

Janitor Bob: "Heeeeeey, you have to pay me first! I can't go looting dead bodies!"

Caspian: "Why not? They do it all the time in D&D!"

Caspian had come to the back of The Convenience Store of the Damned, otherwise dubbed "the Souvenir shop" after the famous epic final battle of the previous story arc, to check-in on his fellow Forgotten co-worker.

Janitor Bob: "...true..."

Janitor Bob nudges Mecha Lou with his broom. Nothing. He pokes her harder. Still nothing.

Caspian kicks her in the stomach.

Janitor Bob: "Whoa!! That was grim!"

Caspian: "You have to be thorough! You can't loot living people! That'd be stealing. And wrong."

Janitor Bob: "... right. So I guess she really is dead."

Caspian: "Or comatose. You should check her pulse, you know?"

Janitor Bob: "No way! That'd be so... unclean."

Caspian: "Bob, you have your hands down toilets everyday."

Janitor Bob: "But then I can wear ultra-protective rubber gloves!"

Caspian: "Bob... just do it!"

With a sigh of resignation, Janitor Bob kneels down besides Mecha Lou and paws her throat.

Janitor Bob: "Nothing."

Caspian: "Are you doing it right?"

Janitor Bob: "It's her neck! How could I get it wrong?"

Caspian: "Okay, okay. So now we're free to loot her."

Janitor Bob:
"So now it's 'we'?"

Caspian: "Manager's fee."

Just as Janitor Bob gathers the bravery to pillage the dead girls' pockets her eyes snap open and she bolts upright, spluttering for air.

Caspian squeals like a little girl and dives through a window. Janitor Bob stares.

Mecha Lou: "Sorry about that. Must be something I ate. I never learn. My sister loves to bake me these poisonous cakes. She's thinks it's hilarious to kill me every now and again."

Janitor Bob faints.

Mecha Lou: "Oh... Well, back to work!"

She hops to her feet, appearing remarkably refreshed for a formerly dead woman. Now that Caspian had smashed a window the trajectory for the dead body of Al Ciao is clear.

Mecha Lou: "Up, up and away..."

----------

Back on Memory Lane.

Losien: "I'm fed up of just watching these memories. Surely there's a way we can interact with them? Some way we could manipulate them into revealing Michael's whereabouts?"

Maeve: "Wouldn't we just forget where he was as soon as we took out eyes off him?"

Soriel: "As soon as we blink he'd be gone."

Maeve: "And The Illusionist wouldn't make things any easier. We need a... PLAN!"

Everyone Else: "GASP!!"

Losien: "Mave. That just isn't the way things work around here. That's not how we roll."

Maeve: :nonono:

Soriel: "And that's probably why it's going to take us forever to catch up to Michael... and why he'll escape when we eventually do."

The Otter: "At least right up until the end of the story arc when we'll triumphantly kick his arse back to whatever story line he previously died in!"
2013-04-28, 12:06 PM #1555
Somewhere...

Twin Suns: "So... why did we need this... table?"

Nyneve: "You ask that now? After we stole it?"

Twin Suns: "It never crossed my mind earlier..."

Nyneve: "This table..."

Nyneve, the NeSferatu with a taste for the ink-blood of the Simon family, kneels down beside the ancient table that she and Twin Suns had stolen from The Haunted House of Heroes. She caresses the table as though it were the most precious thing she had ever touched.

Nyneve: "This table has always been in the Simon family. Decades upon decades of that family have sat at this table; ate, drank, talked. Probably a few children were conceived on it too..."

Twin Suns: "We care... why?"

Nyneve: "...and a fair bit of Simon blood."

She smiles up at Twin Suns with a smile that could even make his skin crawl.

Twin Suns: "You can extract blood from the table even after all this time?"

Nyneve: "Let's just say I'm no stranger to haematology..."

Twin Suns: "... :confused:"

Nyneve: "Urgh. Like blood science. Got it?"

Twin Suns: "Ooooh!"

Nyneve: "You totally ruined my sinister drift off line, you know?"

Twin Suns: "Sorry 'bout that. Can I get back to collecting Forgotten Warriors now? Our partnership is over, right?"

Nyneve: "For now..."

Twin Suns: "... was that meant to be another one of those dri-"

Nyneve: "Yes! Yes it was!!"
2013-04-29, 4:48 AM #1556
On Memory Lane Apple snatches the holy hand remote from Losien.

Apple: "That's it. Let's just get this story over and done with!"

Losien: "Oi! That's my job! You trying to usurp me!?"

Soriel: "Paranoia already? You've only been an evil supervillain for a page!"

Apple ignores Losien and presses the 'skip' button.

Quote:
Originally posted by Tracer:

*And now, the Continuing Adventures of Rob...*

Jim7: "Rob. You have done much for me, and my family. But this next task will secure your position in my organization for good."

*Rob looks on.*

Jim7: "Darkside owes me a sum of money - I want you to go to the Hall of Heroes and collect that sum for me. In American dollars."

Rob: "Yes, Godfather."

Jim7: "Now go, Rob, and show Darkside the error of his ways."

*Rob leaves.*

Jim7: "Mark Hamil. You have done much for me, and my family. But this next task will secure your position in my organization for good."

*Mark Hamil looks on.*

Jim7: "Yoda has made a proverbial fool out of myself - I want you to go to the Industrial Light and Magic warehouse and destroy that insolent muppet."

Mark Hamil: "Yes, Godfather."

Jim7: "Don't let me down, Mark."

*Mark Hamil nods and leaves. Jim7 reclines in his plush chair. Deep in thought, he summons Tony.*

Tony: "Yes, boss?"

Jim7: "Any messages?"

Tony: "Several from a Mr. KyleKatarn7."

Jim7: "That is all?"

Tony: "Yes, Godfather."

Jim7: "Very well. You may go."

*Tony leaves, and Jim7 walks to his office window, gazing down upon the city.*


Lady Lightside: "I do not owe that man any money!"

Al Ciao: "Like... how much money are we talking about here?"

Lady Lightside: "A few billion. Uh- I mean, I do not owe that man any money!"

Al Ciao: :omg:

The Otter: "Shouldn't you have a dowry or something?"

Lady Lightside: "No."
The Otter looks at Al Ciao.

The Otter: "Then what was the point in you marrying her? Love her and leave her!"

Al Ciao: "Do you have no love in your heart, Otter!? No love at all!?"

Maeve: "Whoa! I feel character development coming on! Quick! Apple!"

Apple: "SKIP!"

Quote:
Originally posted by Tracer;

*In the HoH, Galvatron, Randy, The First False Evil and Darkside are seated at a table, eating pie and making conversation...*

Gebohq: "So, why do they call it "Krazy Dayz", anyways? This is great pie."

Darkside: "I have absolutely no idea. But thank you."

Randy: "Do you ever wonder who invented pie?"

The First False Evil: "No."

Randy: "Because I do."

The First False Evil: "How interesting. Perhaps it was Count Wolfgang von Pastry."

Darkside: "Or perhaps not. We may never know. However, in the interim, please accept more pie."

Galvatron: "Don't mind if I do."

*In comes Janitor Bob, whistling a jaunty tune.*

Janitor Bob: "It's the floors - that I mop - to clean them of - all the slop..."

*J-Bob notices some discarded pie crumbs on the floor.*

Janitor Bob: "Hmmm...remains of baked product. Calls for WR/DX solution..."

The First False Evil: "Actually, I've found that a mix of sodium nitrate dissolves the pie crumbs at a much faster rate."

Janitor Bob: "Really."

The First False Evil: "Really."

Janitor Bob: "Huh. I'll have to look into that."

The First False Evil: "Indeed you shall. But before you do, why not take a respite from your custodial duties and have a pie?"

Janitor Bob: "Well, sure. A five minute break can't hurt."

Darkside: "It certainly can't. Here you go."

*Darkside serves up some pie as CookedHaggis enters.*

[...]


Soriel: "Huh, you don't see that very often."

Losien: "What? Evil villains having supper with the heroes?"

Soriel: "No..."

Losien: "Incredibly idiot and banal conversations?"

Al Ciao: "Are you serious? We have those conversations all the time!"

Soriel: "Besides, I think there is some originality in asking who invented pies."

Losien: "... is that what banal means?"

Soriel: "It's a conversation that is so lacking in originality it becomes dull. I think this conversation didn't lack originality, but it was dull."

Losien: "So what don't you see everyday!?"

Soriel:
"A normal kitchen sink moment. Sitting around a table... doing normal... stuff."

Losien: "So that's what normal people do all day?"

Soriel: "Pretty much... though I expect there's less questions about the origins of pie."

The Otter: "Dude, this is what I usually do! Does that mean I'm normal?"

Maeve: "Otter, you are so normal that you become abnormal."

The Otter: "Oh... is this good or bad?"

Apple: "Good grief... SKIP!"

Quote:
Originally posted by DrkJedi82;

outside the HoH we see Geb and Galrek still sitting around when a man dressed in dark clothing appears from behind a tree

Geb: Is that Rob?

Galrek: who?

Rob walks up

Rob: I was sent to deliver this.

Rob hands Geb a letter and walks away singing to himself "it's a pirates life for me....."

Geb: A letter... from who....

Geb opens the letter

Letter:
Geb,
Your presence is requested at teh secret base of Jim7.

Geb: So... Jim7 finally wants to talk to me.

Galrek: Finally?

Geb: Yes the last time I tried to talk to him he yelled at me... i remember it like it was yesterday...

FLAHSBACK...

Geb: Hello.

Jim7: wraa!

Jim7 picks up his guitar and begins playing.

Geb: yelling over the sound of Jim's guitar I'D LIKE TO WELCOME YOU TO THE NES I'M GE...

Jim7 interrupts Geb

Jim7: I know who you are silly mortal.. GO AWAY!!!

Geb starts wo walk away when Jim7 says something

Jim7: To get out of this mess look to the one who started it all.

Geb: WTF?

Jim7: STEEFU!

Geb stands there looking confused.

Jim7: OUT OF MY TENT!

Geb walks away.

Geb: *whispering* what a psycho

...END FLASHBACK


Galrek: what a psycho...

Geb: WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT WATCHING MY FLASHBACKS!!!

Galrek: nothing...

Geb: oh...


Amal: "Wow... a flashback of a flashback!!"

Apple: "Imagine if they ever do a Memory Lane recap. Then it'd be a flashback of a flashback of a flashback."

Al Ciao: "Brain... overloaded..."

Maeve: "You have a brain?"

Losien: "Well technically he's dead. So no. He doesn't."

Al Ciao: :(

Apple: "Time to SKIP!"

Quote:
Originally posted by Cooked Haggis;

Meantime, in the Hall Of Heroism, Heroics, Handsomeness and Hot Cakes (the newer, much snappier name for the Hall of Heroes. The "Hot Cakes" refer to warm baked goods by the way. It's not anything to do with the female NeS members. I think.)

Darkside: So, are we all agreed then, every Friday will be Die Hard Night?

All: YES!

Maeve: And beer!

All: YES! AND BEER!

TFFE: Woah woah woah, we never agreed anything about beer. That's not in the plan.

Darkside: But...

TFFE: But nothing. It'll start with beer, but then it'll be crisps, then chocolate, then cupcakes, then cars and who knows where the madness will end?!

Krig: Pie?

Darkside: Indeed.

TFFE: Yes but...oh wait...I see...eh Darkie? Eh? Nudge nudge wink wink say no more? A nod's as good as a wink to a blind man. Gotcha Darkie...

Darkside: I really wish you wouldn't call me that.


The Otter: "Hell yeah! DIE HARD NIGHTS ARE AWESOME!"

Maeve: "I trust this proud tradition is still running to this day?"

The Otter: "It bloody is when I'm around! :D"

Lady Lightside: "So you see, I did do something truly great and long-lasting on behalf of the heroes! I'm a good-guy after all!"

Losien: "That's highly debatable..."

Apple: "And before you do debate it and bore us all to tears, it's time to SKIP!"

Losien: "Hey!! :argh: "
2013-04-29, 4:59 AM #1557
Before Apple could press the skip button yet again Losien, their leader and hero of the NeS, leaps at her. The pair of them tumble to the ground and roll about in an oh-so-erotic fashion that only action-movie girl-fights can inspire.

The Otter & Maeve: :awesome:

Apple uses her secret ninja skills to knock Losien backwards.

Apple: :ninja:

Losien: "You can't just claim to have ninja skills and post a stupid ninja smilie!"

Apple: ... :ninja:

Losien is thrown to the ground once again by Apple's incredible ninja skills. However the hero of the NeS is not one to be put down so easily. She has overcome many villains much more powerful than Apple could ever imagine.

Apple: "Heeeeeey-"

SMACK!!

Losien drop-kicks Apple and sends her flying to the ground.

Everyone Else: :omg:

Losien: "Whaaaaaat? It was a fight!"
Soriel: "You drop-kicked the mother of your child!"

Al Ciao: "My child!"

Soriel: "A pregnant woman!"

Losien: "I'm evil now!"

TLTE: "Even the most evil of supervillains have their lines never to be crossed, my love. And you just crossed it. I am beginning to fear that there can be no redemption for the evil monstrosity that you are becoming..."

Apple: "I'm actually fine, by the way. But by all means -- defend my honour."
2013-05-05, 3:14 PM #1558
As the events in Memory Lane seem to spiral out of control, and Losien's grasp of goodness apparently as lost as the spirit of the NeS itself, a memory from page 48 clicks by in the foggy backdrop...
Originally posted by Gebohq:
At the bakery, Gebohq stands facing his mother, who is garbed in a hooded outfit.

Geb: Mom?

Geb's mom: You already said that, dear.

Geb: Just reminding the audience.

Mom: Right... so how are you doing these days? I hardly hear from you these days. It worries me.

Geb: Well I've been kind of busy, what with being a hero and all--

Mom: I heard in the news that you were kicked out of the Hall of Heroes.

Geb: What? How'd that get to be news?

Mom: Are you doing drugs? Is that why they kicked you out?

Geb: No, mom! Geez!

Mom: You can tell me, you know.

Geb: I'm not doing drugs! The others, they were succumbed by eating this pie, but it was evil pie, and now the bad guys are running the place...

Mom: Uh-huh... We have to talk, Gebohq--

Geb: You don't believe me, do you?

Mom: Of course I believe you, dear. We need to talk--

Geb: I can't believe you don't believe me! You didn't believe me when I told you it wasn't Los' fault all those times... Dad was never like this.

Mom: That's what we need to talk about.

Geb: About Dad?

Mom: There's something you need to know about your father...

Just then, Ares bursts through the door, pointing towards Gebohq.

Ares: You never knew the truth... I am your father!

Gebohq is rather disturbed, as was much of the patrons in the bakery some two minutes ago by the conversation Gebohq and his mother were holding.

Geb: No... that's impossible! You can't be my father!

Ares: Not you, fool! Him!

Ares point at a young man, who drops his eclair.

Ares: I've been meaning to tell you sometime, Nick, but I... well, I didn't care enough.

Nick: Who are you?

Ares: I'm the god of war.

Nick: Really? Can I hang out with you?

Ares: No. You were a mistake, and if I thought it'd be worth my time, I'd have killed you.

Nick: Oh...

Ares then turns to Gebohq.

Ares: So you're going to need someone who knows what they're doing, if you intend on reclaiming your Home of Hobos.

Geb: Hall of Heroes.

Ares: Whatever. You're going to need me. I have some issues to settle with Darkside...

Geb: I guess we'll get going then?

Mom: Geb, wait! Your father...

Geb: What is it?

Mom: ...he's contracted something serious. The doctors say he might not pull through. You should see him.

Ares: Come on, we need to get going. I don't have all day here!

Will Geb go and see his father before he may die, or try and reclaim the Hall of Heroes? If he sees his father, it may be too late to save the world from certain doom, but if he turns to his heroic duty, he may be burdened with the guilt of not paying his father his last respects--

Geb: Shut up! You're not helping!

Sorry.

At the same time, in the chaos that is London, Ares finally catches up with his adorably-destructive puppy, Sugar Dumpling, who happens to be at the feet of Nick, his estranged son. Nick picks Sugar Dumpling up.

Nick: Hi, Dad.

If ever there were a myth created about how awkward silences first came about on this Earth, this moment would certainly be at least fourth among the five commonly-accepted myths about the creation of awkward silences. Magick Snowflakes, noticing Nick standing in front of the Greek god of war, immediately approaches Nick's side, her finger up to her ear.

Magick: Morpheus Cosplayer, come in! We have spotted Ares! Repeat, we have spotted--

Nick: There's no need for that, Magick.

Magick: What are you talking about?

Nick: He's my dad.

Magick: Oh. Really? I mean, uh--

She brushes herself up and offers a hand to Ares.

Magick: Hello, sir. I'm Magick Snowflakes. I'm his coworker. I mean--uh-- we're not just coworkers. He's--uh--what I mean to say is that it's good to meet you, sir. And your son...uh...

Ares, about as responsive as a war memorial, turns his eyes to Magick, who stutters off quickly into silence. He then turns his gaze back to Nick.

Ares: Drop the dog.

Nick: Hey! Don't talk like that about Magick!

Ares: The puppy in your hands.

Nick: Oh. See, I thought you were referring to her because, well, and then we'd bond over wacky miscommunication after, uh...

Ares continues to say nothing. Nick awkwardly hands over Sugar Dumpling to him. Ares then turns around and flies off to another part of the city.

Nick: See you again soon then!

Magick: A "dog" am I?

Nick: Huh? No! -- I mean, uh... a time to bond over wacky miscommunication?

For her part, Magick turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction.

Nick: Ha ha, very funny... oh come on!
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2013-05-13, 2:21 PM #1559
Mecha Lou flies through the air on her cyber-broomstick--

Random Audience Member: A cyber broomstick? :huh:

It, um, it's made of metal. With blinking lights.

Random Audience Member: Right. Why not just get a, I don't know, a hoverbike or something? They make those, right?

It's called having a sense of style.

Random Audience Member: It's called being an idiot.

The Random Audience Member instantly turns into a toad.

Mecha Lou: Not very nice to talk about a girl that way, 'specially when that girl knows a great deal of hexes.

Frog: *croak*

Translation: "Lemme guess: cyber hexes, right?"

Mecha Lou: Now you're just being silly. Anyways, now to-- WHOOOAAAA!

She pulls up her broomstick in a sharp mid-air curve to avoid a jumbo jet that came out of nowhere. Al Ciao's body, floating along next to her, is not so lucky, and becames so much paste on a passenger seat window.

Little Boy: Mom! Lookit this! There's a dead man on my window!

Distracted Mother: That's nice, dear. Ask him if he'll change your little brother's diaper for me.

Little Boy: This is so cool! I wanna ride this plane every day!

As the jumbo jet zooms off, with Al's remains plastered to the (un?)lucky little boy's window, Mecha Lou shakes a fist.

Mecha Lou: I completely had the right of way, you oversized tank! What part of yield don't you understand?!

She suddenly realizes she's missing Al Ciao's body. The thin trail of goo streaming from the side of the jetliner clues her in to her predicament however.

Mecha Lou: Ah, bollocks. I can't even remember why I wanted the body anyway. Who cares?

At this moment, a plot hole opens up in mid air next to Mecha Lou, and an elderly man with a dapper wizard's cap pokes his head out.

Plot Hole Wizard: Not to put too fine a point on it, Miss, but I care. Every time there's a new plothole, I get trapped in one with nothing to do but play poker with poor sports.

The Patriot, one-time premier champion of Hero Force One, sticks his head out of the plothole next to the PHW.

Patriot: You totally cheated, you commie-- Hey! I can escape now!

PHW: I would advise you not to--

With an earsplitting roar of gleeful triumph, the Patriot vaults out of the plot hole, only to belatedly realize that he is miles up in the air. His jaw drops, and he whips out a wooden sign from nowhere that says "OOPS", before plummeting with a cry. Mecha Lou follows his descent for a moment with her eyes.

Mecha Lou: You don't like plot holes? Here's a quarter. Go talk to your Writer. Maybe he cares.

Flipping the Plothole Wizard a shiny quarter, she zips off. The PHW looks after her, aghast.

PHW: The cheek of that woman! Everyone knows it costs more than a quarter to use pay phones these days!
2013-05-27, 4:56 PM #1560
Just far enough away from the NeS Heroes within Memory Lane, shrouded by the fog of nostalgia and regret, the Twice-Forgotten Avatar of Loss, known to some as Michael McLongname, presses on in his search for the lost spirit of the Never-ending Story. His single-minded mutterings skip in broken repetition, unable to move on as the memories of the Never-ending Story blind him to his present problem: the heroes will catch up to him at any moment, and he has yet to find the lost spirit of the NeS.

Michael: Closer, yes, this stroll down Memory Lane will be at an end soon, to that fated end of the golden age. Yes, of course, where else would its spirit be found but at such crossroads? I will find it, and they will know what they have lost. Losien and The Last True Evil will know, they will remember that which they've spurned. They will know loss as I have, and loss will haunt their final thoughts as the spirit of the Never-ending Story burns away, consumed into oblivion. Close...

Michael nearly snaps the Holy Hand Remote in rage as a memory from page 49 flips by...
Originally posted by The Last True Evil:
Extract from 'HISTORY OF THE NES VOLUME 4,321; THE "GOLDEN AGE"'

"...and with the addition of a new plot line, the right combination of writers and sheer luck, the NeS enjoyed something of a Renaissance, both in the quality and quantity of posting. All was well, until-"

At this point a convenient coffee stain makes the rest of the lesson irrelevant.

Meanwhile (NeS count: forgotten), Losien's villainous streak continues to smear across her very character: confidence turned into arrogance, leadership turned into domination, action into violence.

The Last True Evil and Al Ciao look upon Losien, each struggling to determine why exactly Losien continues to embrace evil and how they can change her course back to her old self.

Rachel and Lady Lightside (Darkside) both smile with delight as they witness Losien's descent into the darker side of her humanity. Lady Lightside subconsciously puts a hand over her pregnant belly, an eventuality which Al Ciao has overlooked at the present time.

The Otter and Maeve each puzzle over their own feelings for Losien, their depraved preferences now tested as their object of affection's character shifted from boring goodness to an appealing contrast of character to the opposite end of the spectrum.

Soriel, for his part, attempts to evaluate the current scenario holistically, considering the change of events over their journey down Memory Lane which has led them to this moment, and can't help but consider what Master Thand would say about the situation.

Apple, unlike the others, dwells upon her child soon-to-be, and considers how she managed to wrap herself up with with an obviously insane group of characters.

The group's current situation, however, is interrupted by the last member of their party, the young man who has stepped up to fill the mantle of main character in Losien's lapse and whom the others ever so briefly forgot about - Amal.


Amal: Look!

Everyone turns their attention to the figure now visible in the parting mist, standing in wide-eyed surprise at the group of heroes (and not-so-hero types).

TLTE: Michael.

Michael bolts away, further down Memory Lane.

Losien: AFTER HIM!
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