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“The six of spades? What’s so significant about the six of spades?”
Grix was mulling it over in his mind. The six of spades, it had said, and then vanished without a trace. What’s more, no one remembers it. Worse, no one believes him. “What are you blown away on this time, Grix?” “How many fingers am I holding up, Grix?” “Can you remember your name, Grix?” They had jeered. Oh how he hated them now.
Grix had had a vision. There he was, sitting in the pub, when the barkeep’s ‘Have a nice day’ badge spoke to him. Don’t ask me why it chose him, but it did. “The six of spades” was all it had said, and then it vanished. The barkeep said he didn’t have a badge like that, and no one had noticed it. He was laughed out of the pub.
Grix went home. He picked up the yellow pages, and there was a card in it. “Strange.” He thought. He opened it up at the card, and it was at ‘Entertainment’. He looked down the list and found ‘The Six of Spades, house of magic’, 42 Evergreen Terrace. “Not 5 minutes walk from here.” He thought. And so Grix left on his incredible journey.
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There was a screeching sound outside the Alcott Arms, the foggers’ regular. This was closely followed by a crunch, a sound of tinkling glass, and a shout of “Hey!” THIS was closely followed by thwack, a tinkling of what sounded like teeth, and a thud.
Turbonutter walked in the pub, nursing some grazed knuckles.
“Hey guys, wassup?”
“Hey Turbo.” They all replied.
“Grix just made an a**e of himself. He said a badge that wasn’t even there talked to him. It supposedly said ‘The six of spades’ then vanished. Then he left in a storm.” Said er-no.
“Hmm….” Said Turbonutter to himself. “I’m off to find Grix. See ya all.”
“Bye.”
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Turbonutter walked up to Grix’s flat. He was about to press the buzzer when he heard someone arguing around the corner. Turbonutter went to check it out and found Grix shouting to himself.
“Brain, hello, where are you? Speak to me goddamnit!”
Turbonutter walked up.
“Um, guys, or, um, guy? Can we break it up?”
“Oh, hi Turbo. What’re you doing here?”
“Well, the guys told me about your vision, and I thought I better come and check it out.”
“Oh, great.”
Grix told Turbonutter about the yellow pages and the card. It wasn’t a particularly long story, but I can’t be bothered to type it out again.
“Well, that’s very interesting.” Said Turbonutter when Grix had finished. “I say we go. Come on, my car’s just round the corner.”
Turbonutter and Grix walked round to the car. They got in and set off towards the Six of Spades house of magic.
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Turbonutter pulled up outside the house of magic.
“Well Grix, I think it’d be better if you went in and I stayed here. What with the badge talking to you and you finding the card, and all.”
“Urgh. OK then. Wait here, I’ll be back soon.”
Turbonutter waited in the car. He turned on the radio, but it was Seb Fontane. Turbonutter hated that trance crap.
He waited.
And waited.
And waited a bit more.
After two hours, Turbonutter got hungry, and went off to the chippy. He walked in the door, and stopped dead.
“What the hell are you doing here Grix???”
“Oh, you’re back. I got bored waiting for you, so I came here.”
“What??? You were waiting for ME? You said you would go into the house. I saw you go in. We agreed. You SAID you would!”
“What??? Look Turbo, I distinctly remember you said you would.”
“No, I distinctly remember you said you would.”
“Look,” said Grix, thinking, “there’s no way either of us could be wrong about this. There’s something odd going on here. Let’s go back to the house of magic.”
Grix and Turbonutter went to the house of magic, but when they got there, it was nowhere to be found. There wasn’t even an imprint in the ground. All there was where the house of magic used to be was a large plain of grass-covered land.
“Whoa!” Exclaimed Grix.
“Ummm.” Replied Turbonutter. “I say we go back to your flat. See what happens. Yes?”
“Ummm.”
Turbonutter and Grix drove off, but Turbonutter thought he saw a lamppost disappear for a fraction of a second and blink back again. He ignored it, but little did he know how important it would be.
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Grix’s brain was panicking. He didn’t know what was happening and he couldn’t sense Grix. All he could do was wait.
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Turbonutter and Grix arrived at Grix’s flat. Grix let them in, and Turbonutter sat down on the sofa.
“Tea?” Asked Grix.
“Please. Milk, two sugars thanks.”
Grix went to make the tea, and Turbonutter thought about what had happened. Moments later Grix came back with the tea. Grix sat down and started nibbling on biscuits. They didn’t taste very nice, which was strange as they were his favourite type. Now he thought of it, the tea tasted funny too. So did the beer at the pub.
“Does this taste alright to you?” Said Grix
“Well, I didn’t want to say but it is weird.”
“Well I got this milk this morning just before we left to E3.”
“What? I don’t remember that. Oh, hang on, actually, I do. Vaguely though. I wouldn’t have forgotten something like that. One thing though: How exactly did we get to your flat? Even if we did get bored of E3, it would have taken hours to get here. Plus we would feel the jet lag.”
The very instant after Turbonutter said that, he felt very tired, exactly as if he’d got jet lag. It seemed to happen to Grix as well. Also, the tea and biscuits started tasting all right.
“This is getting too strange. I’m going to have a think.” Said Grix, heading for his computer. “I’m going to go online. I think better when I’m distracted.”
“OK. I’m going to get some shut eye.”
“OK.”
Turbonutter curled up on the sofa and fell asleep to Grix tapping on the keyboard. Grix surfed the FOG, replying to a few threads until he decided to win a GAD.
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Turbonutter was woken roughly by Grix.
“Turbo, there’s something not right.”
“Whhaaaat… Can’t it wait until morning?”
“That’s just it, it is morning. Get up.”
“Oooooughhhh Kaayyyyurgh…”
Turbonutter got up unsteadily. He’d had a rough night, and didn’t really feel any more rested than before he fell asleep. Come to think of it, he didn’t feel any more energised. His jet lag was gone, but he apart from that, it was as though he’d never slept. Grix was at his computer.
“Come here and look at this.”
Turbonutter looked at the computer, and saw the usual FOG prime. Two console wars topics, a “What’s in a game” topic, several Dreamcast and Ex-box posts and a moving piece by Sheepy. Er-no had also managed to produce quite an interesting post, but no one had replied yet.
“Looks normal. Apart from it seems like you’ve blitzed it.”
The topic list was a sea of “Today xx:xx new!, Grix Thraves”, much like he used to see when he was on the FOG.
“Jesus Grix. I never you were a MFP. You must have been really bored, replying to all of these topics before anyone else can get a look in.”
“That’s just it. This topic here-” said Grix, pointing to a post way down the list, “I posted this at 11 pm, over 12 hours ago. It’s now 12:30, and no one has replied yet. Something’s wrong here. Also, I remember these topics from when we left. It’s as though the FOG stopped when we went to E3. I know we’re popular, but this is ridiculous.”
“Ummm. Something has been going on here. You’ve been up all night, yeah, how do you feel?”
“Come to think, I don’t feel tired at all!”
“Yeah, I noticed that when you woke me up. It was the first thing I thought of. Look, we’ve got to get to the bottom of this. Think back to… Grix?”
Grix had dropped to the floor. He was grabbing his ears and having a fit.
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Grix’s brain was very worried. He couldn’t see anything, but he heard people shouting. From what he could gather, Grix had been trying something and it went wrong. He couldn’t remember what as he had been knocked out for a few hours. He continued to wait.
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Turbonutter went to the kitchen and got a bucket of cold water and a cloth. He wiped Grix’s forehead and Grix stopped after a few minuets.
“What happened Grix?”
“I, I, heard something. It there was shouting. Someone said ‘he’s having a fit’ and there was a lot of shouting. There were a lot of bright lights, and what sounded like computer games. Lots of them. Turbo, I think it was E3. There were also what sounded like radios, hospital radios. And a constant bleeping. Turbo, I think I know what’s going on. Come on, we’ve got to go.”
Grix pulled Turbonutter by his hand towards the door. They left the flat and got into Turbonutter’s car, and they drove off.
“Where are we going?”
“To the magazine store. I’ve got to check something.”
“Ummm. OK.”
The car accelerated off in a plume of smoke and a squeal of tyres.
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Inside the magazine store, Grix picked up three magazines, an Official Nintendo Magazine, an Official PlayStation 2 Magazine, and an Official Dreamcast magazine. He gave the OPSM2 to Turbonutter.
“Right, you quickly flick through that OPSM2, and tell me what you notice.”
Turbonutter flicked through it.
“Nothing strange. Exactly as I remember it.”
“Thought so. Right, check page … 17. Don’t’ tell me what it is. Also, remember one feature about it.”
“Right. Got it.”
“Give me the mag. Now, page 17 … Preview of GT3, right? What feature did you remember?”
“The colour of the big Skyline.”
“Dark blue, right?”
“Yes, but this is all trivial. Of course it’ll be the same. It’s the same mag!”
Grix took the ONM and looked at a random page.
“Right Turbo, what’s on page 42 of this?”
“Gamecube news.”
“Right, thought so.”
Grix took the ODM and gave it to Turbonutter.
“Right. This time, flick through it and tell me what you see.”
Turbonutter flicked through the magazine, and a puzzled look came across his face.
“Grix, this magazine is blank. There’s nothing in it!”
“Thought not. This is all becoming clearer now.”
“What the hell you talking about Grix?”
“Here’s what I think. I think we’re still at E3. I think we hooked up to some kind of Matrix-style computer, and are playing a game right now. This is all a computer simulation taken from our minds. That’s why the PS2 and Nintendo magazines have all the stuff in them, but the DC mag doesn’t. That’s because we’ve never read it, so the computer doesn’t know what’s in it. Also, I can’t seem to contact my brain. It appears he wasn’t hooked up to the simulation like me. I think something has gone wrong though. They can’t pull us out. I think they tried to pull me out earlier when I had my fit, but they couldn’t. Somehow, we’ve got to find the way out. I reckon this is by somehow completing the level or finding a save point, but I’ve no idea how.”
“Right. Well, for a start I think we should go to the pub. That’s where this all started, and that’s where it’ll end.”
“Good idea. Let’s go.”
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Turbonutter and Grix arrived at the pub. They went inside and looked around, but there was no one there. There were pint glasses everywhere, and the TV was showing half-time scores. Everything was exactly the same as when Turbonutter had left, but there was no one there. One thing was different though. There was a ‘Have a nice day’ badge on one of the barstools. Turbonutter picked it up and turned it over. There was a note attached to it. It read, “I see your back. You are but one step closer to the end, and one step back from the finish”.
“What do you suppose that means?” Said Turbonutter.
“I don’t know, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“I’ve got an idea. Grix, what’s the first thing you can remember about being in the pub yesterday?”
Grix thought for a second.
“It was waking up on the toilet, I think. I don’t know how I got there though.”
“Right. Now Grix, try very hard to remember, did you turn round to flush the toilet?”
“No, I was just sitting on the lid. I got up and walked into the pub.”
“Grix, I know where the way out is, it’s-”
Turbonutter heard a twanging sound and a swish. He ducked just in time to see an arrow flying over his head. Grix wasn’t as quick though, and it pinned him to the wall by his shoulder. He yelled in pain as he looked at the arrow sticking out of his shoulder. Turbonutter rushed up and pulled the arrow out of his friend, and Grix slid to the floor, blood gushing out of his wound.
“Keep pressure on it. Try and make it to the toilet you woke up in. Go!”
“No, leave me and save yourself. I’m not going to make it, don’t bother.”
“NEVER, you and I are going to make it out of this TOGETHER!”
Turbonutter heard the click of an arrow re-loading. He cartwheeled sideways and span round to face their attacker. He was tall, slim and wore a cowhide jacket and jeans. He had long blond hair and dark glasses. He also had an orange badge on. It read, “Have a nice death”. He shot his crossbow at Turbonutter, but he ducked out of the way of the lethal barb. Turbonutter ran up and tackled the man, throwing him to the floor. Turbonutter started raining blows on the man, one after another, again and again. He was in a rage, and couldn’t stop. He was so mad, he failed to notice the man picking up a glass bottle. The man crashed it over Turbonutter head sending him reeling backwards. The man got up and kicked Turbonutter in the ribs with a sickening crunch. He picked up Turbonutter’s leg, and placed his foot on the front of Turbonutter’s kneecap. With a howl of pain from Turbonutter, the man bent his leg back on itself until the joint shattered and the very skin tore open at the back. The man reached for his crossbow to deliver the final blow, but it wasn’t where he had dropped it. He looked up and there was Grix with the crossbow inches from the man’s temple.
“Dodge this.” Uttered Grix as he pulled the trigger.
The arrow left the crossbow and entered the man’s skull. It exited through the other side in a fountain of blood and bone fragments. As if in slow motion, the man fell gradually sideways with his eyes whitened. When he hit the floor, his body shattered into a million fragments and spread out over the aged wooden flooring.
“Come on.” Said Grix.
Grix dragged Turbonutter to the toilets. In one of the cubicles was swirling blue vortex. Grix walked through it with Turbonutter behind.
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Grix opened his eyes. He had a major headache but he felt fine. He looked up and saw a large sign. “The Six of Spades – parallel reality”. He looked to his right and saw Turbonutter looking at him.
“Cool.” Said Turbonutter.
“I don’t like the name though. The Six of Spades? What’s so significant about the Six of Spades?”
Grix was mulling it over in his mind. The six of spades, it had said, and then vanished without a trace. What’s more, no one remembers it. Worse, no one believes him. “What are you blown away on this time, Grix?” “How many fingers am I holding up, Grix?” “Can you remember your name, Grix?” They had jeered. Oh how he hated them now.
Grix had had a vision. There he was, sitting in the pub, when the barkeep’s ‘Have a nice day’ badge spoke to him. Don’t ask me why it chose him, but it did. “The six of spades” was all it had said, and then it vanished. The barkeep said he didn’t have a badge like that, and no one had noticed it. He was laughed out of the pub.
Grix went home. He picked up the yellow pages, and there was a card in it. “Strange.” He thought. He opened it up at the card, and it was at ‘Entertainment’. He looked down the list and found ‘The Six of Spades, house of magic’, 42 Evergreen Terrace. “Not 5 minutes walk from here.” He thought. And so Grix left on his incredible journey.
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There was a screeching sound outside the Alcott Arms, the foggers’ regular. This was closely followed by a crunch, a sound of tinkling glass, and a shout of “Hey!” THIS was closely followed by thwack, a tinkling of what sounded like teeth, and a thud.
Turbonutter walked in the pub, nursing some grazed knuckles.
“Hey guys, wassup?”
“Hey Turbo.” They all replied.
“Grix just made an a**e of himself. He said a badge that wasn’t even there talked to him. It supposedly said ‘The six of spades’ then vanished. Then he left in a storm.” Said er-no.
“Hmm….” Said Turbonutter to himself. “I’m off to find Grix. See ya all.”
“Bye.”
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Turbonutter walked up to Grix’s flat. He was about to press the buzzer when he heard someone arguing around the corner. Turbonutter went to check it out and found Grix shouting to himself.
“Brain, hello, where are you? Speak to me goddamnit!”
Turbonutter walked up.
“Um, guys, or, um, guy? Can we break it up?”
“Oh, hi Turbo. What’re you doing here?”
“Well, the guys told me about your vision, and I thought I better come and check it out.”
“Oh, great.”
Grix told Turbonutter about the yellow pages and the card. It wasn’t a particularly long story, but I can’t be bothered to type it out again.
“Well, that’s very interesting.” Said Turbonutter when Grix had finished. “I say we go. Come on, my car’s just round the corner.”
Turbonutter and Grix walked round to the car. They got in and set off towards the Six of Spades house of magic.
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Turbonutter pulled up outside the house of magic.
“Well Grix, I think it’d be better if you went in and I stayed here. What with the badge talking to you and you finding the card, and all.”
“Urgh. OK then. Wait here, I’ll be back soon.”
Turbonutter waited in the car. He turned on the radio, but it was Seb Fontane. Turbonutter hated that trance crap.
He waited.
And waited.
And waited a bit more.
After two hours, Turbonutter got hungry, and went off to the chippy. He walked in the door, and stopped dead.
“What the hell are you doing here Grix???”
“Oh, you’re back. I got bored waiting for you, so I came here.”
“What??? You were waiting for ME? You said you would go into the house. I saw you go in. We agreed. You SAID you would!”
“What??? Look Turbo, I distinctly remember you said you would.”
“No, I distinctly remember you said you would.”
“Look,” said Grix, thinking, “there’s no way either of us could be wrong about this. There’s something odd going on here. Let’s go back to the house of magic.”
Grix and Turbonutter went to the house of magic, but when they got there, it was nowhere to be found. There wasn’t even an imprint in the ground. All there was where the house of magic used to be was a large plain of grass-covered land.
“Whoa!” Exclaimed Grix.
“Ummm.” Replied Turbonutter. “I say we go back to your flat. See what happens. Yes?”
“Ummm.”
Turbonutter and Grix drove off, but Turbonutter thought he saw a lamppost disappear for a fraction of a second and blink back again. He ignored it, but little did he know how important it would be.
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Grix’s brain was panicking. He didn’t know what was happening and he couldn’t sense Grix. All he could do was wait.
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Turbonutter and Grix arrived at Grix’s flat. Grix let them in, and Turbonutter sat down on the sofa.
“Tea?” Asked Grix.
“Please. Milk, two sugars thanks.”
Grix went to make the tea, and Turbonutter thought about what had happened. Moments later Grix came back with the tea. Grix sat down and started nibbling on biscuits. They didn’t taste very nice, which was strange as they were his favourite type. Now he thought of it, the tea tasted funny too. So did the beer at the pub.
“Does this taste alright to you?” Said Grix
“Well, I didn’t want to say but it is weird.”
“Well I got this milk this morning just before we left to E3.”
“What? I don’t remember that. Oh, hang on, actually, I do. Vaguely though. I wouldn’t have forgotten something like that. One thing though: How exactly did we get to your flat? Even if we did get bored of E3, it would have taken hours to get here. Plus we would feel the jet lag.”
The very instant after Turbonutter said that, he felt very tired, exactly as if he’d got jet lag. It seemed to happen to Grix as well. Also, the tea and biscuits started tasting all right.
“This is getting too strange. I’m going to have a think.” Said Grix, heading for his computer. “I’m going to go online. I think better when I’m distracted.”
“OK. I’m going to get some shut eye.”
“OK.”
Turbonutter curled up on the sofa and fell asleep to Grix tapping on the keyboard. Grix surfed the FOG, replying to a few threads until he decided to win a GAD.
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Turbonutter was woken roughly by Grix.
“Turbo, there’s something not right.”
“Whhaaaat… Can’t it wait until morning?”
“That’s just it, it is morning. Get up.”
“Oooooughhhh Kaayyyyurgh…”
Turbonutter got up unsteadily. He’d had a rough night, and didn’t really feel any more rested than before he fell asleep. Come to think of it, he didn’t feel any more energised. His jet lag was gone, but he apart from that, it was as though he’d never slept. Grix was at his computer.
“Come here and look at this.”
Turbonutter looked at the computer, and saw the usual FOG prime. Two console wars topics, a “What’s in a game” topic, several Dreamcast and Ex-box posts and a moving piece by Sheepy. Er-no had also managed to produce quite an interesting post, but no one had replied yet.
“Looks normal. Apart from it seems like you’ve blitzed it.”
The topic list was a sea of “Today xx:xx new!, Grix Thraves”, much like he used to see when he was on the FOG.
“Jesus Grix. I never you were a MFP. You must have been really bored, replying to all of these topics before anyone else can get a look in.”
“That’s just it. This topic here-” said Grix, pointing to a post way down the list, “I posted this at 11 pm, over 12 hours ago. It’s now 12:30, and no one has replied yet. Something’s wrong here. Also, I remember these topics from when we left. It’s as though the FOG stopped when we went to E3. I know we’re popular, but this is ridiculous.”
“Ummm. Something has been going on here. You’ve been up all night, yeah, how do you feel?”
“Come to think, I don’t feel tired at all!”
“Yeah, I noticed that when you woke me up. It was the first thing I thought of. Look, we’ve got to get to the bottom of this. Think back to… Grix?”
Grix had dropped to the floor. He was grabbing his ears and having a fit.
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Grix’s brain was very worried. He couldn’t see anything, but he heard people shouting. From what he could gather, Grix had been trying something and it went wrong. He couldn’t remember what as he had been knocked out for a few hours. He continued to wait.
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Turbonutter went to the kitchen and got a bucket of cold water and a cloth. He wiped Grix’s forehead and Grix stopped after a few minuets.
“What happened Grix?”
“I, I, heard something. It there was shouting. Someone said ‘he’s having a fit’ and there was a lot of shouting. There were a lot of bright lights, and what sounded like computer games. Lots of them. Turbo, I think it was E3. There were also what sounded like radios, hospital radios. And a constant bleeping. Turbo, I think I know what’s going on. Come on, we’ve got to go.”
Grix pulled Turbonutter by his hand towards the door. They left the flat and got into Turbonutter’s car, and they drove off.
“Where are we going?”
“To the magazine store. I’ve got to check something.”
“Ummm. OK.”
The car accelerated off in a plume of smoke and a squeal of tyres.
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Inside the magazine store, Grix picked up three magazines, an Official Nintendo Magazine, an Official PlayStation 2 Magazine, and an Official Dreamcast magazine. He gave the OPSM2 to Turbonutter.
“Right, you quickly flick through that OPSM2, and tell me what you notice.”
Turbonutter flicked through it.
“Nothing strange. Exactly as I remember it.”
“Thought so. Right, check page … 17. Don’t’ tell me what it is. Also, remember one feature about it.”
“Right. Got it.”
“Give me the mag. Now, page 17 … Preview of GT3, right? What feature did you remember?”
“The colour of the big Skyline.”
“Dark blue, right?”
“Yes, but this is all trivial. Of course it’ll be the same. It’s the same mag!”
Grix took the ONM and looked at a random page.
“Right Turbo, what’s on page 42 of this?”
“Gamecube news.”
“Right, thought so.”
Grix took the ODM and gave it to Turbonutter.
“Right. This time, flick through it and tell me what you see.”
Turbonutter flicked through the magazine, and a puzzled look came across his face.
“Grix, this magazine is blank. There’s nothing in it!”
“Thought not. This is all becoming clearer now.”
“What the hell you talking about Grix?”
“Here’s what I think. I think we’re still at E3. I think we hooked up to some kind of Matrix-style computer, and are playing a game right now. This is all a computer simulation taken from our minds. That’s why the PS2 and Nintendo magazines have all the stuff in them, but the DC mag doesn’t. That’s because we’ve never read it, so the computer doesn’t know what’s in it. Also, I can’t seem to contact my brain. It appears he wasn’t hooked up to the simulation like me. I think something has gone wrong though. They can’t pull us out. I think they tried to pull me out earlier when I had my fit, but they couldn’t. Somehow, we’ve got to find the way out. I reckon this is by somehow completing the level or finding a save point, but I’ve no idea how.”
“Right. Well, for a start I think we should go to the pub. That’s where this all started, and that’s where it’ll end.”
“Good idea. Let’s go.”
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Turbonutter and Grix arrived at the pub. They went inside and looked around, but there was no one there. There were pint glasses everywhere, and the TV was showing half-time scores. Everything was exactly the same as when Turbonutter had left, but there was no one there. One thing was different though. There was a ‘Have a nice day’ badge on one of the barstools. Turbonutter picked it up and turned it over. There was a note attached to it. It read, “I see your back. You are but one step closer to the end, and one step back from the finish”.
“What do you suppose that means?” Said Turbonutter.
“I don’t know, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”
“I’ve got an idea. Grix, what’s the first thing you can remember about being in the pub yesterday?”
Grix thought for a second.
“It was waking up on the toilet, I think. I don’t know how I got there though.”
“Right. Now Grix, try very hard to remember, did you turn round to flush the toilet?”
“No, I was just sitting on the lid. I got up and walked into the pub.”
“Grix, I know where the way out is, it’s-”
Turbonutter heard a twanging sound and a swish. He ducked just in time to see an arrow flying over his head. Grix wasn’t as quick though, and it pinned him to the wall by his shoulder. He yelled in pain as he looked at the arrow sticking out of his shoulder. Turbonutter rushed up and pulled the arrow out of his friend, and Grix slid to the floor, blood gushing out of his wound.
“Keep pressure on it. Try and make it to the toilet you woke up in. Go!”
“No, leave me and save yourself. I’m not going to make it, don’t bother.”
“NEVER, you and I are going to make it out of this TOGETHER!”
Turbonutter heard the click of an arrow re-loading. He cartwheeled sideways and span round to face their attacker. He was tall, slim and wore a cowhide jacket and jeans. He had long blond hair and dark glasses. He also had an orange badge on. It read, “Have a nice death”. He shot his crossbow at Turbonutter, but he ducked out of the way of the lethal barb. Turbonutter ran up and tackled the man, throwing him to the floor. Turbonutter started raining blows on the man, one after another, again and again. He was in a rage, and couldn’t stop. He was so mad, he failed to notice the man picking up a glass bottle. The man crashed it over Turbonutter head sending him reeling backwards. The man got up and kicked Turbonutter in the ribs with a sickening crunch. He picked up Turbonutter’s leg, and placed his foot on the front of Turbonutter’s kneecap. With a howl of pain from Turbonutter, the man bent his leg back on itself until the joint shattered and the very skin tore open at the back. The man reached for his crossbow to deliver the final blow, but it wasn’t where he had dropped it. He looked up and there was Grix with the crossbow inches from the man’s temple.
“Dodge this.” Uttered Grix as he pulled the trigger.
The arrow left the crossbow and entered the man’s skull. It exited through the other side in a fountain of blood and bone fragments. As if in slow motion, the man fell gradually sideways with his eyes whitened. When he hit the floor, his body shattered into a million fragments and spread out over the aged wooden flooring.
“Come on.” Said Grix.
Grix dragged Turbonutter to the toilets. In one of the cubicles was swirling blue vortex. Grix walked through it with Turbonutter behind.
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Grix opened his eyes. He had a major headache but he felt fine. He looked up and saw a large sign. “The Six of Spades – parallel reality”. He looked to his right and saw Turbonutter looking at him.
“Cool.” Said Turbonutter.
“I don’t like the name though. The Six of Spades? What’s so significant about the Six of Spades?”
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POP again. This is just so Grix doesn't forget this for the competition.
Why, thank you.
You are poping alot of these i see.
I'm going to POP this story too.
It should help cover those console wars topics you hate so much :-)
It should help cover those console wars topics you hate so much :-)
Thank you.
I'm entering this as my creative writing coursework, as my original entry was manure.
I'm entering this as my creative writing coursework, as my original entry was manure.
Very good story there nutter.
You managed to grip me all the way 'till the end.
It was also quite funny. I laughed half the way through!
You managed to grip me all the way 'till the end.
It was also quite funny. I laughed half the way through!
Initially, yes. But now, I just post for fun. Hence insane post count.
TB, you seem to come here just to win GAD! C'mon I thought you had more sense than that...
Fish-e: Me no won GAD! TBN sad for he lose to Dan2K1 Ex-box discussion. TBN a sad man he has no win ever :(
Oh well, it's sod's law, isn't it? Of course I'm miffed I didn't win but this has happened so many times now I've stopped caring. I think I'll write more reviews, as they win far more than discussions these days. Wonder why that is?
Turbonutter's target: To win a GAD by July 6th.
Oh well, it's sod's law, isn't it? Of course I'm miffed I didn't win but this has happened so many times now I've stopped caring. I think I'll write more reviews, as they win far more than discussions these days. Wonder why that is?
Turbonutter's target: To win a GAD by July 6th.
I never knew they had those machines at E3...
:-D
:-D
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