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"The Story Book"

Now i love those stories that frix writes and many others so shall we have this one post made to write one continuos story and see how long we can make it

Grix passed one car then the next, ever watching what's going on behind him. As he quicked up his pace, he found it hard to look again, as he was sure that someone was there.

"This way" It was Fishstick calling everyone into a nearby room

"We're safe now, but we can't stay here for ever, there must be someway to infiltrate the high security area" Said Grix, rather out of breath

The group listened as hundreds of feet thundered past the room

"I think we will be here for a long time"

"No we must leave soon the whole internet depends on us, along with every gamer in the world"

While running through the corridors, Grix thought about what he had seen outside in the carpark earlier that day. He was sure there were a group of people in strange costumes behind a tree. The strange thing was, they looked like all the people that were standing in the carpark too.

Grix noted in his memory not to eat too much of Ant's sugar in future and carried on running.

Popping a single disc of Barbie Race and Ride in his pocket for later, pb met with the others and they rushed towards the main server in the high security section of the building.

"Something doesn't feel right." said Ant looking around. He pointed then ran over to a large button that said 'alarm' and pressed it. Red lights flashed on and off and a klaxon sounded, while a just about audible woman's voice repeated 'Warning: Intruder Alert, intruders in the building...' over and over again.

"Better!" said Ant as millions of foot soldiers ran about all over the place as the gang headed deeper into the subterrainian depths of the SR towers.

"Humm..." He drew a t-shirt, with a very old communist dictator on the front.

Hope your not slagging off Fidel :D

This needs a POP before its KNOCKED off the BLOCK

(sorry)

Suddenly, everything turned blue.

"Whaa?" Grix said, still lying on the floor, "What happened?"

"Humm. Someone set us up the bomb." Sniper said.

"I know!" Ant said... he grabbed a pencil, and began to draw on the ground...

"Humm..." He drew a t-shirt, with a very old communist dictator on the front.

Sonicrav rose from the ground. "Ah, hi."

Whilst Tony was laughing like a madman at the hilarious parody he'd just made, Er-no and Ant took the oppertunity to push him into the barbie CD death machine.

"Amazing they didn't tie us up." Er-no remarked.

"Yes, we clearly were in the previous scene." Ant replied.

Grix struggled to get up, and eventually rose on one leg.

"Didn't you break the other leg?" Ant asked

Grix cursed loudly, and fell to the floor screaming. Ali and Joe had mysteriously dissapeared, so they waited a while for Grix to calm down.

"What now?" Asked Ant

Grix spoke, his face betraying more pain than his voice did.

"Not sure. We could always go and break into the SR servers and edit the gameaday winners list. Then I can beat meka. Muhahhahaha!"

A few feet away, unnoticed by the group, Tony's fingers grew whiter as he held onto a small prodtruding ledge halfway down the ledge. He'd be darned if he wasn't going to be the hero in this story. Maybe Grix could be the villian for a change, regardless of anything that might havce happened in the previous three pages.

Meanwhile, meka_dragon plotted his own devious plan to top the winners list. pb and Your_honour and SonicRav listened tentatively as he explained his plan....

Grix and Sniper hung over a rather large pit... Joe, standing on a platform, tied Grix and Sniper up with a slip knot.

"Joe?" Grix asked him.

"Yes?"

"I... err... don't really like cliches all too much. Could you actually make an effort to tie us properly?"

"WHAT?" Sniper shouted...

"Just a bit TOO easy to escape, that's all."

Joe nodded, and tied Grix and Sniper a bit more securely.

"Ta."

"Now Mr Thraves... you may have noticed the rather large cutting discs that are below you..."

Grix hadn't noticed actually, so made an effort to look downwards.

"Well," Tony continued, "Can you guess what they are?"

"Knowing your sense of wit and irony, I would guess they were game CD's."

"Correct Mr Thraves, I knew you would guess, but WHAT games will cause your demise?"

"Oh no..." Grix said... "Not the...!"

"Yes! The hundreds of unsold Barbie Race and Ride playstation games... you thought we didn't sell them anymore! But we do... we do..."

Tony pressed a button on a remote control, the CD's began to spin.

"Bwraaa haa haaa!" Tony began to laugh, as Sniper and Grix were lowered into the spinning CD's...

"Holy Barbie death Grix!" Sniper said.

"Wrong style Sniper... but good effort."

"Thanks... but what do we do?"

Grix talked to his brain. His brain talked back.

"Let's try swinging the rope."

Tony watched as Grix and Sniper jumped up and down in their seats... bouncing a few centimetres randomly in every direction.

"Damn. This isn't working..."

Sniper thought to himself...

"Hang on Grix, I've got an idea."

Grix looked behind him, and Sniper produced a knife from his pocket.

"Wha...?"

Sniper cut himself loose, leaving Grix tied, and began to climb up the rope...

"Sniper? SNIPER! DON'T LEAVE ME HERE!"

"Sorry Grix, you shouldn't make me out to be so dull... bye Grix!"

Sniper waved at Grix... with both hands.

He knocked the chairs as he fell... and landed in the spinning Barbie discs with a *click*.

Barbie discs went flying everywhere... amazingly, one shot up, and cut Grix loose.

He swang the chair over to the side of the pit... and jumped off.

He also landed with a *click*.

"ARGHHHHHH!" Grix wailed... he had broken his leg...

Tony stood over him...

"Get up Grix... that wasn't very clever."

Grix looked up at Tony. "You expect me to walk?"

"No Mr Thraves I expect you to lie!"

(We're sorry. The whole skit above was written for that punchline. Please continue as normal.)

Sniper was kitted out in his SAS gear, replete with balaclava.

"Hey what are you doing here?" asked Grix.

"mmmgh mmgh mmm" sniper replied.

Sniper removed his balaclava and tried again.

"Me? What are YOU doing here?"

Grix sighed. Clearly the author hadn't read many of the previous posts before adding his own. Nothing he could do about that, sadly.

Er-no and Ant rounded the corner.

"What's going on here?" asked Er-no.

"Some sort of raid on the SRHQ" replied Grix.

A panel in the wall slid open to reveal Tony sitting in an armchair, stroking a white cat.

"Ah, Mr Thraves, so nice to see you. Let me tell you all about my master plan..."

"-Don't you have to tie us up first or something?" Ant asked.

"Ah yes, you're right. Ali, Joe: demobilise these fools."

Ali and Joe sidestepped into view. Ali gave a metallic smile, whilst joe gave a nod of his bowler hat. The two advanced towards the group...

"er-no! Calm down a little bit, and stop pummelling Grix," Ant demanded.

"YOU'RE A NOTABLE AS WELL!! YOU DIDN'T VOTE FOR ME EITHER!! NEITHER OF YOU DID!!! ARRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!"

er-no then ran at Ant, and started pummelling him instead.

Grix just sat there and watched, smiling.

"Why aren't y-ARGH!!-Helpin-OUCH!!-me!!" Ant cried, as er-no whacked him in the face a few times.

Grix just carried on smiling.

"Hey, er-no!" Ant whispered,"let's double-team on Grix!"

er-no stopped hitting him and said, "Okay."

Ant got up, brushed himself off, pointed to Grix and said," After all we've been through!! All the arguments, all the laughter and you STILL DIDN'T VOTE FOR ME!!" Ant said in a burning rage.

Grix realied what was happening, and ran off down the street, Ant and er-no chasing, while the others just stood there laughing.

Grix turned the corner, and ran straight into SNIPER....