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Dan2K1 strolled down the road. He whistled as he went, pleased at his recent success in Gameaday and Filmaday competitions (although, by the time this is posted, he may not have won for a while. But just trust me-when I wrote it, he’d won about three times in one week.) He wasn’t sure where he was walking, he just wanted to walk.
He looked across the busy road. A man was walking along, sweating. He looked…troubled. At first, Dan thought it was one of those weirdoes who had been trying to burn down all the lingerie shops in the town, but then, he began to stagger. Suddenly, he began to speak,
“No…I won’t do it…leave me alone, I’m not going to do it…No! You have to be joking! No way! Stop!”
The man clenched his fist, and him himself hard across the face. He winced in pain. Again, he hit himself, this time in the stomach. He doubled over, winded.
‘What the hell is he doing?’ Dan2K1 wondered to himself. He saw a gap in the traffic, and ran over to the man.
“Hello, is something wrong?” Dan asked confidently.
The man slowly looked up. He was shaking all over, and there was fear in his eyes.
“Please…please help me.” He said quietly, yet desperately.
“I can help, just tell me what to do.”
“There is a…a…I can’t stop myself! Wha…NO! NO, PLEASE NO!”
The man ran into the road, straight in front of a silver Renault Laguna, that was travelling at well over 40mph. The Laguna hit him with such force, that guts and brains went flying all over Dan2K1.
“Oh my God!!” Dan screamed, shocked and disgusted. Dan turned, and ran away. As far away as possible.
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RastaBillySkank walked over to his neighbour’s house. His neighbour was a…happy man (you could say he was gay, especially with the bright green suits with yellow stars all over them he wears most of the time, but he’d never made a pass at RBS before, so he didn’t mind.) There was no other way to describe him. He laughed at everything, and always managed to find the good side of things.
RBS knew him well, and they were good friends.
He rang the doorbell. No answer. He rang it again. No answer. The car was in the drive, so he was definitely in. He went over to the window, and looked through. No one.
But wait-there he was. In the kitchen. RBS gazed closer, and saw his neighbour draw a large kitchen knife from a drawer. He looked at the knife closely, and then turned it so that the tip of the blade was facing him.
“Oh crap…please no…” RBS whispered to himself.
The man pulled the knife back, and then shoved into his stomach.
“NOOO!!” He screamed as the knife penetrated his soft skin.
RBS kicked the front door down, ran over to him, and asked the simple question,
“Why?!”
His neighbour, through gasps of breath, managed to say just 4 words, and no, they weren’t, “come to bed, sexy,” they were,
“I…di-didn’t…want to.” The man’s heart stopped, and his head slumped to the ground.
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Grix Thraves and er-no stared woefully over the planet Earth.
“No…it can’t be…” Grix said, shocked and worried.
“There is only one solution then.”
“WHAT!?”
<…FM has an apprentice. Isn’t that what you were thinking?>
“No! I…I…don’t actually know what I was thinking about. It may’ve been Croquet. God, I love Croquet.”
Er-no sighed.
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FantasyMeister flew through space, along with his apprentice.
“I knew you would come. When you were born years ago, I had to leave you thanks to er-no. But I knew that as you grew, your powers would perhaps overcome mine, and you would soon realise that you had a father.”
His apprentice looked at him, puzzled, “But what I don’t know is, how did I managed to find you?? How did I even find about you?? It just seemed to pop into my head one day.”
“That was me. As father and son, we have an unbreakable mind-bond. I sent message after message to your mind, hoping one day you would rescue me from my…bubbly fate.” FantasyMeister smiled at the ‘joke’ he’d made, about being trapped in a Z-Space Bubble.
His apprentice, however, didn’t appear amused, “So who was my mother, then?”
FantasyMeister’s face fell. “Her name was Gaming Guru, but she left me long, long ago.”
Suddenly, he looked up, an evil smile spreading across his face. “But now. Now we are reunited, we can easily overcome er-no’s measly powers. We’ve already begun to invade people’s minds, as you saw earlier. I’ve decided to start with the pieces of filth that helped trap me 2 years ago, the community of the FOG.”
“And once we get rid of er-no, then we can begin the full invasion.” His apprentice said with a sneer.
“Yes, you’re right my apprentice. Perhaps I should start calling you by your name, though. I never had time to choose one, so I expect you’ve made one for yourself.”
“Yes. Call me…Sniper.”
“What?? A sad, stupid name like that?!”
“Okay then, call me…Time_Warp.”
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pb sat on his armchair, watching the local news. He shook his head as yet another suicide was reported on. What was going on? People were committing suicide everywhere, and the whole community had gone mad!
Crime had gone up by 43% in just 3 weeks, including pb’s house being burgled. He was watching TV on a crappy portable that was about 20 years old, and he’d borrowed the armchair from Goatboy. The only decent possessions he had left where his Lava Lamp and a pair of Mickey Mouse socks.
There was a knock at the door. It was Meka_Dragon.
“Hi Meka, have a…seat.” Meka sat on the armchair. Pb looked across the bare room, looking for somewhere to sit. He finally plonked down onto the portable TV, which crumbled underneath him. He stood up, and looked at the remains of what had been a television.
“Have you been putting on weight?” Meka asked, a grin on his face.
Pb cursed, and sat cross-legged on the floor. “So what brings you to my…home?”
“Well, you’ve heard about what’s been going on lately, right? All the robberies, suicides, murders and other stuff.”
Pb nodded, “Yep. It’s terrible, it really is.”
“Well, doesn’t it…remind you of something?”
Pb looked puzzled,” Of what?”
Meka quickly glanced around, leant in closer to pb, and said, “You know. FantasyMeister.”
Pb sat back, shocked. “We promised we’d never mention that ever again!”
“I know, but this sounds so much like him. Remember last time? He got people to commit crimes, and if they didn’t, he’d punish them!”
Pb still wasn’t convinced, “Yes, but he didn’t just go around killing people willy-nilly.”
“Willy-nilly?”
“Yes, it’s a phrase.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, right. Anyway, no, he didn’t. But just before we battled him, he did begin to become more…violent. Remember, I saved you from being hit by a car! He made you do that!”
“Yes…I suppose so.” Pb looked troubled, “So, what are we going to do? If it is him, I mean?”
“I’m not sure. We should get everyone together, or at least people who were heavily involved last time.”
Pb nodded. “Okay, I’ll go get Tony, Ant and a few others.
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Ant looked under a doormat which had, “Welcome,” on it, along with a load of stains which Ant decided he didn’t want to know about.
Under it, was a key. “Yes!” Ant cried, and put the key into the lock. It unlocked easily. He opened the door, walked inside, and glanced around.
There was no one. Ant continued on into the lounge. Nobody there either. Ant smiled with glee, and hurried into the kitchen. On the way there, he looked through the patio door into the back garden.
“Crap!” Ant ducked down, as outside, doing the gardening, was Tony.
Ant had ran out of sugar, so he’d decided to steal some of Tony’s, as he always did. He never failed, as he was always very careful. This time he had been a little careless, but fortunately, Tony hadn’t seen him.
He crawled into the kitchen, stoop up, and looked around for the blue bowl of sugar, which Ant had introduced himself to many times. He looked to the left side, next to the sink, where it normally was. Nothing.
Ant cursed, and scanned the rest of the kitchen. No sugar. Ant began to panic. He opened cupboards and drawers, but still no sugar.
Finally, he knelt down, and looked in the fridge. He was going through the bottom half of the fridge when suddenly something hard hit his @rse at a rather fast velocity. “AARRGGHH!!”
Ant screamed in pain, jumped up, and put his hands to his behind. He turned, and standing there, was a grinning Tony.
Ant thought about covering up his crime, or thinking of an excuse. But he couldn’t think of a decent one, so he bowed his head and said, “Sorry Tony, I was just hungry, that’s all.”
“Don’t worry Ant, I just wanted to find out where all my sugar was going. At first I thought it was ants, so I guess I was right.”
There was knock at the front door. It was pb.
“Yo pb, let me make some tea.” Tony said, smiling at the ‘rhyme’ he’d made.
“How many sugars?”
“Two for me, please.” Pb said.
“Ant?”
“Hmmmm…I’d normally have twenty, but I’m trying to cut down, so 19 and a half will be just fine.”
Tony headed off to the kitchen.
Pb sat down next to Ant on the sofa. He looked around the room: Some expensive paintings on the walls, a wide-screen TV, vases, a beautiful fire place, absolutely everything. Pb suddenly realised he was jealous of Tony, and stopped thinking about stealing the TV.
Tony came back, and the 3 sat down, and had a really great natter.
Finally, they got down to business, and pb recapped on his conversation with Meka. Tony and Ant were shocked.
“No way!” Ant shouted, “It can’t be!”
Suddenly, there was a huge flash of light. After a couple of minutes, they opened their eyes. The light was still there.
Ant knelt down onto the floor, “Jesus-have you come to save us!? Have you come to wash away the sin from everyone, or is it Judgement Day?!”
“You’re not?” Ant asked, disappointed.
“Ah, right.” Ant slowly got up, brushed himself off, and tried not to look embarrased.
Silence.
“How many of us do we need??” pb asked.
“YOU MEAN ALL THE PEOPLE WHO LEFT STRAIGHT AFTER WINNING?? YOU EVEN MEAN STINKY SMEE?!?!” Tony asked, distraught.
“So we need to find people such as Fogmaster and Bluebeetle??”
With that, the light vanished. Tony was visibly stunned, so pb took advantage.
Pb ran out of the front door, laughing his head off for no apparent reason.
“Hey!” Tony shouted, “Where’s my £100,000 gold vase gone!?”
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Goatboy sat at his PC. He pulled the mouse cursor over towards an icon on his desktop. The icon was a picture of a train, with the words, “Microsoft Train Simulator,” on it.
He slowly clicked on it, and went straight into the game. He then spent two fun-filled hours travelling the world in a train. When the journey had finished, Goatboy tried to bring his brain back. He began thinking again, screamed, and then deleted the game.
He then went mad, and started deleting stuff all over the place. He calmed down, and remembered that everything would still be in the Recycle Bin.
He went into it, and stared in shock. Somehow, he’d completely deleted everything apart from one program.
He looked at the program that was left. “AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
The program left was Microsoft Train Simulator.
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Goatboy tried to calm down, by sitting down and watching TV. Unfortunately, he saw an advert for Microsoft Train Simulator, and turned it off, simmering with rage.
The phone rang-but Goatboy wasn’t in the mood to pick it up, so the answer machine took a message.
“Hey Goatboy, it’s Meka_Dragon. Look…something’s come up, so if you could us, come to my house at 10 in the morning. Thanks, see ya.”
‘What was that about??’ Goatboy asked himself. Well, he had nothing better to do than create fantasies of himself hitting Bill Gates over the head with a large piece of metal, so he decided to go.
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During all this, er-no was sadly watching as FM tried to take over someone else’s mind. Er-no could not do anything. He was getting on a bit (1267 years old, to be exact,) and he’d got rid of his physical form on Earth and normal space centuries ago. The only form he could now take was in the whiteness of Z-Space, and as an extremely bright light on Earth.
In Z-Space, he could talk normally, but prefered to use his special type of speech, ‘Mind Speech,’ which is what FM uses to take over minds. Fortunately, er-no used it for good, not bad.
The problem with this was that flies, moths and other insects kept buzzing all over him.
Er-no looked over at where Grix was. He was looking down on a posh part of England.
Grix had a special power. He was able, to ‘legal’ parameters, make things happen on Earth. He could move things-they had to be quite small, although he had lifted a 3-wheeler car before. He could also change the weather, which is why whenever Ant and his family went to Wimbledon every year to watch Tennis, it rains.
“No, actually. I’m trying to ruin a golf course so more people will go and play on the desolate croquet area about a mile away.”
“What, the golfers?? Not really, one guy’s got 25 over par.”
“Yes. They’re only on hole 3 as well.”
“That’s nice. By the way, my brain’s trying to tell me something.”
Grix looked solemnly at the floor, “Okay master…but why?”
“Yes…but that could’ve saved many lives!”
“Okay then, anything else?”
Grix winced, “Okay, I get it now.”
They both went back to looking at Earth.
“ummmm…Master??” Grix asked tentatively. “He’s telling me to put Boyzone back together.”
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RBS stood by M16’s gate, and looked over at the front garden. The grass was…long, there were weeds everywhere, grasshoppers, a dead rat, and some brown stuff RBS decided he didn’t want to identify.
He slowly trooped through the ‘garden,’ and finally got to the front door. It was apparently brown, but most of the paint had been rubbed off. There was no doorbell, so he knocked.
His fist came back with splinters in it.
“WHO IS IT, AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!?!?” M16 demanded from inside.
“It’s me, RastaBillySkank.”
The door opened, and RBS was greeted by a smiling face.
“Oh hi RBS, great to see you again!! Come in, come in…” M16 ushered RBS inside.
The interior of the house was very nice. Clean, quite new, nice TV, lots of rooms-it was a complete contrast to the outside.
And the back garden?? You don’t want to know about the back garden. Trust me.
They sat down, and RBS told him about the situation.
M16 turned away for a moment, reliving the horror that he went through to defeat FM last time. He faced RBS again, his eyes dark and hollow.
“I’ll do it,” he said firmly.
“Okay, great.” RBS said.
Then silence. They both twiddled their thumbs, and then whistled.
“Sooooo…weather’s been bad lately, eh?” RBS asked.
M16 stared back, and RBS said, “I’ll get my coat.”
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FantasyMeister and Time_Warp flew through space, taking over people’s minds, when TW saw something. A ripple. A sudden ripple in space. That could mean only one thing-an occupied area of Z-Space.
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FM quickly looked over, and then his eyes blazed with glory.
The two of them headed over to the ripple, planning to destroy er-no and Grix once and for all.
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Grix was in the middle of creating wind to pull the flags out of their holes, when suddenly there was a huge crash, and he tumbled over.
He slowly climbed to his feet, and looked up.
In front of him were FantasyMeister and…and…who??
FM sneered, “Hello Grix. Hello er-no. Why not meet my new friend, Time_Warp??” He asked menacingly.
Grix smiled, offered his hand, and said, “Hello, pleased to meet you.”
TW looked at the hand, then lifted one of his own, and brought it down with such force on Grix’s head that he fell unconscious.
“Well, that gets rid of the annoying one.” FM said. “Now onto you, er-no.”
er-no was not equipped to fight. His only form in Z-Space was a 16-year-old boy, and that was not going to be much use.
He still had powers, there was no doubting that. Strong ones as well. But just by using his powers for more than a minute caused him to lose most of his energy, and he couldn’t risk that-not at his age.
FM and TW circled er-no. They kept feinting an attack, but never did. Suddenly, TW jumped onto er-no, and slashed at him with the sharp claws on his hands.
He then picked up a bloody er-no, and handed him over to FM.
FantasyMeister lifted er-no over his head, and threw him hard to the ground a few metres away.
er-no cried out in pain.
TW kicked him roughly in the stomach, and then stomped on him.
er-no lay on the floor, completely finished. It was the end for him, surely.
FantasyMeister stood over him, and giggled insanely. Then he raised his hand, gaining as much power as possible.
FM threw his hand down, and just as a huge Z-Space Bomb was about to hit er-no, an extremely bright light appeared, blinding FM, and sending him staggering in shock.
Er-no had given up his physical form!! But was it temporarily??
FM and TW looked around for er-no, but couldn’t see him anywhere.
Suddenly, Time_Warp was lifted off the ground, and thrown out of the Z-Space area, in the deep, black darkness of normal space.
“Time_Warp!! FM cried, totally confused about what was happening.
FM turned, to find Grix standing up, both his hands in the air, some sort of electricity forming between them.
Grix looked straight into FantasyMeister’s eyes, and said slowly but darkly, “See you in Hell, FantasyMeister.”
Grix then pointed his hands towards FM, and a huge ball of electricity flew at him.
It hit FM full force, slamming him out of Z-Space, and breaking many bones in his body.
Grix quickly sealed the Z-Space area, knowing that not even his main attack could destroy FantasyMeister.
“er-no?!? Master?” Grix asked, worried.
Grix sighed, “Ah, well, that’s okay.”
Grix smiled, “Thank you master.”
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Meanwhile, the gang was getting bigger and bigger by the minute. Well, the hour actually, but by the minute sounds better. Over the last few days, they had done nothing but found more and more people, yet still there was no response from Grix or er-no.
The group now consisted of (this is the bit where you look for your name,) pb, Ant, Meka_Dragon, Goatboy, Tony, Dan2K1, RastaBillySkank, SHEEPY, PinkPig, Namostar, MJ, Spider II, Turbonutter, I Am The Tarrant, The Game, Your Honour, ssxpro, Wookie Monster, VenomByte, Quazimodo, Armatige Shanks, M16, Goatboy, SonicRav, Edgy, Darkness_2K, shaneo, Mr Snuggly, Bonus, Dan uk, Fish-e, Iguana, Dringo, Golden Rhino, New Jimmy, Mattyboy, khazar, Dringo, The_Vottanator, Shocktrooper, ZeldaPro, Reaper, SmokedKipper, savatt1668, Mantis, Mouldy Cheese, Monkey_With_Attitude AND Bluebeetle.
The reason Bluebeetle had been gone so long was that he’d been stuck in Bonus’ shed for a few months.
Pb looked up at the sky, “This STILL isn’t enough!?!”
“Well, obviously.” Turbonutter pointed out. “Otherwise we would have been ‘whooshed,’ somewhere, right?”
Tony looked thoughtful, “Didn’t er-no say we should gather members from other forums?”
Meka nodded, “Yep, he did. He also said Fogmaster would be helpful.”
“I’ll go find him!” MJ shouted, eager to help.
“Okay MJ, you go find Fogmaster, and meet us back at pb’s place at 4pm, okay?”
MJ cheered, and ran off.
“You know, if it’s a fight we’re getting into, then there’s only one forum we can choose…” Ant said carefully.
Dan uk gulped, “The WWF Forum, right?”
Ant nodded. “Look, it’s not that bad now!! We only need four of them, anyway, and I know who we should choose.”
Namostar asked, “D’you know them well?? Will they come with us?”
“I’ve been visiting them for the past month or so now, and don’t worry, they will come with us.
“Well, lets go then!” Namostar said excitedly, “Show us the way, Ant!”
“Okay, it’s not far from here. Follow me.”
Just as they started walking though, they heard arguing.
“The Scots suck!”
“Oh, come off it! What have the English ever done that’s better than the Scots?? And at least I don’t resort to petty insults, you idiot!”
It was The Game and Bonus.
Pb was about to stop them, until Your Honour restrained him.
“Hey, they’re not gonna stop, you know. Just leave them.”
Pb did as he said.
They carried on their journey, while Grix and er-no proudly watched from above.
FantasyMeister and Time_Warp also watched, knowing that they could not infiltrate any of the group’s minds, as it appeared as though er-no was using much of his power to block them off from him.
A battle was in the making, and the whole world was at stake.
“What?! At least we don’t have that stupid Scottish accent!” Game screamed at the top of his voice.
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Fogmaster was in a small, local Intersport store, looking for sports items. He was, however, not having much luck.
* AUTHOR’S NOTE * The first part of this is taken from the author’s real life experience.
“Okay, do you have any Tennis stuff?” He asked, already annoyed at the lack of cricketing equipment.
“Nah, ‘fraid not,” said the young lady at the counter.
Fogmaster looked around, “Okay, do you have ANYTHING apart from tracksuits and…normal clothes?”
“Nah, not really. Sorry.”
Fogmaster steamed out of the shop, and called back, “You’re not a sports shop! You’re a bloody fashion store!”
Just as he stepped into the busy street, a teenage boy ran into him.
They both fell back onto the hard concrete. Fogmaster quickly got up, and fumed at the boy, “You little idiot-look where you’re going next time!!”
“S-s-sorry,” the boy stammered, “I’m looking for someone called Fogmaster.”
Fogmaster brushed himself off, “Well, you’ve found him. What do you want?”
The boy smiled, “I’m MJ, and I’ve been sent to find you by the community of the FOG!!”
Fogmaster smiled as he thought of his time at FOG. “Ah, the FOG. What do they want?”
“Okay, we need to be at pb’s house at 4pm.”
“Well, it’s 3:30, so we better get going. You know the way?”
“Yes, I do. Lets go.”
MJ smiled with glee, as he walked along with one of the most famous members of the FOG Forums ever.
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Ant and Mouldy Cheese, who had both visited the WWF Community many times before, calmly strode into the small town.
The Game followed behind, a little nervous.
Next was everyone else, slowly walking in, looking around in case someone jumped them from behind.
Ant turned, “C’mon, hurry up! You’ll be fine, they’re great guys over here!”
They walked up to a small house, and Ant knocked on the door.
“Hi Ice Blaster, can we come in for a moment?”
Ice Blaster slowly looked over at the horde of people behind Ant, and then said a little nervously, “errr…okay, I guess.”
10 minutes later, they were all inside.
Ice Blaster invited them into the lounge, and in there were Grandprix, RawisAndy and Jet, watching WWF Raw Is War.
SHEEPY walked over to the TV, and turned it off. “I hate wrestling.” He said defiantly.
“Look, you can’t watch it anyway. We need your help.” Ant said.
“What sort of help?” Grandprix asked.
“Don’t really know. All I know is that we have to destroy an alien being called FantasyMeister who invades people’s minds and forces them to do horrible things to themselves and other people.” Bonus took a deep breath, “And we need as many people we can get.”
RawisAndy looked at the others, “I say we do it. We haven’t exactly got much else to do.”
Jet nodded, “Yeah, we may as well save the world while we’ve got some spare time.
“Okay, everyone outside!!!” pb cried.
20 minutes later (the extra 10 minutes was thanks to Sniper, who was desperately trying to attack SHEEPY, who had earlier thrown a banana at him,) everyone was outside, with the inclusion of Ice Blaster, Jet, RawisAndy and Grandprix.
“Hey, wait for us!” Came a call from the down the road. It was Longy and Kid Rock!
“Quick, run!” Ice Blaster called, and everyone sprinted away.
Longy and KR stopped, “Ah well, I guess they didn’t hear us.”
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er-no looked down, and smiled.
Grix looked worried, “You know, there’s so many of them, someone could easily get killed.”
There was silence, and then er-no said solemnly, “Look Grix…if I get destroyed tonight, you will carry on for me, won’t you?>
“Yes, of course, but you won’t be destroyed! You’re actual heart is in a far-distant place of the galaxy!”
Grix nodded, “Yes master.”
He looked down, and said, “They’re waiting for something to happen.”
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FantasyMeister looked up, and saw the ripple once again. His broken bones had already healed, and he was ready to fight.
“Look Time_Warp, it must be time. He wouldn’t reveal his hiding place like that. He must have his warriors ready. Are you ready for this?”
“Yes, I am. How do we win, though? Do we just fight them? We’d easily win!”
FM shook his head, “I’m afraid not, TW. I have an idea, and even if these humans prove victorious…well, lets just say I have a little surprise for Grix and er-no.”
The two flew off towards the ripple.
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“So…..when’s something gonna happen?” Fish-e asked.
Meka pulled Ant, pb, SHEEPY, Turbonutter, M16, Your Honour, Game, Tony, RBS and Dan2K1 over and said, “Okay, are we all ready?? You were all heavily involved last night, and you need to keep an eye on the others, okay?”
Meka looked over the whole group, and said, “Good luck to all of you! As you all know, we are battling FantasyMeister, who is one of the most powerful beings on all the earth-be ready for anything.”
SHEEPY stepped forward, “errr…look, I forgot to tell you guys something. Just before you came and got me, I had a visit from Grix Thraves.”
“What did he say?” Dan uk demanded.
“errrr…well, he told me to tell you guys that…FantasyMeister escaped because he has an apprentice.”
“YOU WHAT?!” Goatboy screamed.
“Calm down Goatboy,” Turbonutter said, and then he turned to SHEEPY, “Why the HELL didn’t you tell us!!??”
“Sorry, I forgot,” he replied timidly.
Just as everyone was about to tear SHEEPY’s head off, the whole room was put into darkness.
Then, just as suddenly, it was enveloped in light.
Even though VenomByte couldn’t see anything, he could feel the room spinning.
Suddenly, it stopped spinning, and he was thrown hard to ground. It should have hurt…but it didn’t.
He opened his eyes, to be greeted by white, white and more white. He knew where he was.
“Z-Space,” he said out loud.
Came a low voice from…somewhere.
Everyone turned, and Grix gave a little wave.
Everyone looked hard at SHEEPY.
And five seconds later, FM and TW blasted into the Z-Space area. This time, there were no introductions.
“I’m sick of your games, er-no. And this is why I shall destroy you and your little ‘friends’ once and for all!”
This comment annoyed FM immensely,
“Well, that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it??” Grix said, and as an afterthought he added, “Duh.”
FM put his hands to his head, and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he smiled evilly, and pointed to Ice Blaster, Jet, RawisAndy, Grandprix, The Game and Mouldy Cheese.
“You’re first. All you have to do, is to complete your challenge.”
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Suddenly, all 6 of them were somewhere completely different. Bright lights, lots of people, noise and…a wrestling ring.
They were all on an episode of Raw Is War!! In front of them stood Triple H, Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock.
“What the hell!?” Game shouted, shocked.
“I guess we have to defeat them in a wrestling match,” Ice Blaster commented.
“But we’ve got no chance!”
“Can we cheat?” RawisAndy asked.
“I guess so, as long as the referee doesn’t see.” Jet told them.
Mouldy Cheese looked around, “Okay, Ice Blaster and Grandprix, come with me! Jet, RawisAndy and Game, distract the referee, and hold off Rock, HHH and SCSA!”
Jet quickly said, “Right, I’ll take the ref!” Jet headed over to the referee, and pushed him out of the ring.
Game and RawisAndy decided to tell the wrestlers some jokes.
“Okay, how do lions like their steak?” Game asked.
Rock shook his head.
“Medium Roar! HAHA!!” Game and RawisAndy laughed. Unfortunately, the wrestlers didn’t find it very amusing.
They were just about to attack, when Cheese, Ice Blaster and Grandprix came from behind with steel chairs, and nailed Rock, SCSA and HHH over the head with them.
Jet quickly pinned Rock, and Game brought the referee back in.
1…2…3!! They’d won!
All of a sudden, they were back in Z-Space.
FM was already breathing heavily, “Congratulations, you have passed your challenge. Time_Warp, it is your turn.”
TW put his hands to his head, and closed his eyes. Without opening them, he then called, “Ant… M16… Mattyboy… ssxpro… Wookiee Monster… I Am The Tarrant… Goatboy… Iguana… Dringo… Namostar… MJ… Spider II... and… New Jimmy.”
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ssxpro looked around him. They were in a normal bedroom, with a PlayStation inside it, and a copy of Metal Gear Solid.
There was also a piece of card with writing on it, and Wookiee read it out, “You must complete MGS on medium difficulty with a time inside of 5 hours. Everyone must play for at least 20 minutes.”
Dringo grinned, “Ah well, then it can’t be too hard then.”
Ant turned the PSX off, and they quickly sorted out which parts they would be doing.
Spider II played very well for half an hour, and when the controller was given to Wookiee Monster, they had already beaten Revolver Ocelot.
Wookiee Monster was supreme. He played for an hour, and just as he finished, he was way past defeating Ninja.
Mattyboy defeated the next boss, and the group were doing well for time.
Dringo however, struggled a little. He couldn’t get used to the PSX Controllers, which he pointed out many times. After 20 minutes, he still hadn’t defeated Sniper Wolf.
MJ took over, and got the group back on track. He defeated Sniper Wolf, got through the torture section, and when Ant was handed the controller, they were about to meet Liquid Snake for the first time.
Ant loved MGS, and fortunately, this was his favourite part. He destroyed Liquid Snake’s helicopter, and did when in the most enjoyable part of the game, running up hundreds of steps doing nothing but shooting guards!
But he struggled to defeat Sniper Wolf in the snowfield.
This was left for Namostar to do, who completed it quickly, and kept them on time.
I Am The Tarrant got rid of Vulcan Raven and his rather large weapon, and then Iguana took over, who started off well, but then got killed a couple of times thanks to the Time Bomb they all forgot to get rid of.
Goatboy and ssxpro followed, both did quite well, and when ssxpro had finished, they had nearly destroyed Metal Gear.
M16 was last. He quickly dealt with Metal Gear, and with 20 minutes left, he thought Liquid Snake. 10 minutes later, he was on the final part.
Meryl was driving a car, and Snake was shooting at Liquid Snake behind them.
They were so close to completing it, but Snake got killed, and M16 had to start the driving bit over again.
“C’mon! Go!” Dringo cried, frustrated.
M16 worked fast, and at the end, there was 5 seconds left. They’d done it, by the closest of margins (of course, doing it by 1 second would have been the closest margin, but 5 was close enough.)
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Time_Warp seemed less effected by the Foggers victory than FantasyMeister, although he still looked a little tired.
FantasyMeister looked at the group, “So, it seems as though 17 of you are safe. But remember, if only 5 of you die, then I win.” He looked up, “Don’t I, er-no?”
“Right, so who’s next then?” FM repeated the process of hands on foreheads, and then called out, “Meka_Dragon, SHEEPY, Tony, Mr Snuggly, VenomByte, Your Honour, Dan uk, Darkness_2K, Monkey_With_Attitude, Armatige Shanks, Dan2K1, Edgy, pb, RastaBillySkank and SonicRav. Your challenge, is a personal favourite of mine.”
FantasyMeister sneered, and then it all went black.
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Everyone awoke inside a small, dull room. All that was inside the room, were 11 PC’s, each with someone’s name next to it. Your Honour went up to is.
He looked closely at the screen, and read the instructions on the screen. It said; “You will all be asked a series of questions about the FOG Forums. If you get more than 2 wrong, you fail your challenge. There are 20 questions. You will also fail if you confer with other people, and trust me, I will know if you have cheated. Click here to begin.”
Your Honour clicked, and he was greeted by a blue screen, with some black writing in front of it-the question.
“Number 1. Which 2 people are against voting for Notables?”
YH knew that one, and he typed in ‘Dringo and Edgy.’
A little beep came out of his speakers, as did everyone else’s. They had all got it right.
The next few questions were easy, and everyone got them. SonicRav struggled with the question, “Who wrote The FOG Monarchy?” He knew it was either Ant or Meka. He finally guessed Ant, and got it correct.
But then came a very tough question. “Name 2 of pb’s favourite ever games.” It then gave you a choice of 6 to pick from.
Of course, pb knew this, and his ‘beep’ went straight away, but the others struggled.
The answers were Settlers and Tony Hawk’s, but no one really knew it.
Everyone guessed, and only Armatige got it right.
The questions were easy until number 17, which was, “Who won Gameaday on 28/05/01.”
No one knew this but Darkness_2K, who actually won GAD that day. Everyone got it wrong, apart from Fogmaster, who took the luckiest guess ever!
If anyone but pb, Armatige and Darkness_2K got one more wrong, they would’ve failed.
Questions 18 and 19 were easy, but 20 was tricky.
“Who thinks they are the best at Unreal Tournament on PC??”
Most knew this. The only people that didn’t know it were Armatige Shanks and MWA. Armatige guessed, and got it wrong. MWA hesitated thought. He thought he knew it, but wasn’t sure enough to guess. His life was depending on it.
There was nothing else he could do though. He clicked on “Sniper,” closed his eyes, and hoped.
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They were back in Z-Space. Everyone was, including MWA.
“YES!” he screamed, “I got it right!”
FantasyMeister was kneeling down now, he looked very weak. “What do I have to do to kill you?!” He said angrily.
Time_Warp looked at them, “It is time for the final challenge. If you all survive this…then I guess you win. But if 5 you die, then we do. But remember, if you die, then you die. There’s no way back. Okay, Turbonutter, Quazimodo, Goatboy, shaneo, Bonus, khazar, The_Vottanator, Shocktrooper, ZeldaPro, Reaper, Fish-e, SmokedKipper, savatt1668, Mantis, PinkPig and Bluebeetle. Get ready for the best multiplayer experience you’ll ever have.”
He closed his eyes, and then they were thrust into darkness.
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They awoke to the sounds of guns firing, and people screaming. Bonus looked around…he knew this place from somewhere…it looked like The Lobby from Red Faction. Suddenly, he realised.
“WE’RE IN RED FACTION!! WE’RE IN A DEATHMATCH AT RED FACTION!” He shouted over the noise to the others, “KILL AS MANY BOTS AS POSSIBLE-GO!!”
They all ran off to find weapons.
Shocktrooper was fortunate enough to find a Fusion Rocket Launcher, which had a 10m kill radius. He killed 5 bots straight away, and was suddenly taken from the game.
PinkPig noticed this, “KILL 5 BOTS TO GO THROUGH!!” Suddenly, there was a beeping noise. His watch, it was counting down from 10 minutes. That means…
“WE HAVE 9 MINUTES!!”
This comment scared ZeldaPro. He didn’t want die. He turned to find a weapon, and was shot in the stomach by a bot. He went through no pain, and suddenly awoke in a different part of the level.
He found a sniper rifle, and was quickly able to kill 5 bots. He punched the air, and was taken from the game.
Goatboy took the same route as Shocktrooper, while shaneo and Khazar worked together using their pistols to get through.
Bonus found a Heavy Machine Gun, and just went running around shooting non-stop. After a couple of minutes, he was taken from the game.
With 5 minutes left, The_Vottanator had killed 4 people. He calmly found a grenade, and threw it down into a bunch of bots. He killed many.
“Yes!” He cried, as he disappeared.
Quazimodo used a normal Rocket Launcher, and by pure luck, one of his rockets flew into a crowd of bots. He smiled as he was taken from the game.
BlueBeetle found some Remote Chargers, and placed them everywhere. Whenever a bit ran by, he would blow them up. After a few minutes, this tactic was proved successful.
PinkPig used the Sniper Rifle to kill his 5, and Reaper found an Automatic Shotgun, where he slowly but surely picked off 5 bots.
Fish-e actually enjoyed his time there. He had a Flame-thrower, and he went round burning bots non stop. He was actually a little disappointed when he was taken from the game.
SmokedKipper, Savatt1668 and Mantis all used an Assault Rifle to get through, although Mantis actually killed Kipper once. The apology though, was accepted.
That left Turbonutter. He had ran out of ammo for his weapons, and with 20 seconds left, he had only killed 3 people.
He found a Flame-thrower, and knowing he wouldn’t have time to flame people, he quickly changed it into a Petrol Bomb, and threw it.
He hit 3 people, and they ran around on fire for a while, until they finally dropped dead.
He smiled as he was taken from the game, knowing that they had won.
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Everyone was back in Z-Space. No one had died. Surely, FantasyMeister and Time_Warp had been defeated.
“Well, well, well,” pb crowed, “It looks as though the mighty FM and TW have fallen.” He stood over the 2 fallen beasts.
FantasyMeister looked up, “You…you may think that…but…I-I have one…last…challenge. Only…then can you…defeat me.”
Grix looked puzzled, “But who for.”
FM and TW stood up.
“For YOU, Grix Thraves.”
And with FantasyMeister and Time_Warp closed their eyes, and concentrated. In those few seconds, Grix, TW and FM were transported billions of miles through the galaxy.
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Grix opened his eyes, and looked around. He was in normal space, and right in front of him, was a large planet. The special thing about this planet, however, was that it was pure white. All white.
“Welcome Grix.”
Grix quickly turned to face FantasyMeister and Time_Warp.
“Welcome to where?” He asked them.
“You see the planet?” TW asked. Grix nodded.
“That planet is the most important thing in your life at the moment.”
“Why?”
“Think about it. What’s the most important thing in your life at the moment?”
“Well, er-no has always been the most important to me.”
FM sneered, “Yes, that’s right. Now, what do you think this could be? We’re billions of miles from your Z-Space home, and this amazing ‘planet’ is pure white. Impossible, no?”
Suddenly it dawned on Grix. A shiver was sent down his spine, as he realised what this beauty of nature was.
This planet, was er-no’s heart.
“No…it can’t be!”
“Yes, it’s er-no’s heart! Congratulations!” Time_Warp said, and laughed.
“Why have you brought me here?” Grix asked nervously.
“Well, this is to decide who wins, I guess.”
“How’d you mean?”
“Well, if I destroy er-no’s heart, then we win. If we destroy you, then we win. If you destroy me and Time_Warp, then you win.”
“So, this is the final battle is it? But it’s 2 on 1!”
“Ah, but we are so tired from all the previous challenges! I didn’t even think it would come to this, but all credit to the humans, they did well.” FantasyMeister’s voice changed to a low growl, “But now we shall destroy you and your master forever.”
FM lifted up his hand, created a bolt of lightning, and threw it at Grix. Grix suddenly realised he could fly! He’d never actually been in real space before, so he’d never known he could fly!
Grix quickly got out of the way, created his own, and threw it back. It missed FM by inches, and then scorched TW as it went past. TW yelped in pain.
“You will pay for that,” TW said angrily.
Suddenly, Time_Warp flew at Grix at an impossible velocity. He slammed into Grix’s stomach head-first, winding him badly, and sending him flailing.
They then seemed to let Grix recover. Grix got himself back together, and turned to face them. He was met by a shot of electricity, which FantasyMeister had created.
Grix screamed in pain, and then decided to use his own speed to gain an advantage.
He flew around them, over them, through them, everywhere! While he flew, he used his energy to create balls of fire, and he threw them at FM and TW.
FM and TW were shocked by the pain, and this gave Grix a chance.
He put his hands together, and began to use all his energy to create one huge ball of electricity. He put so effort into it, that it was 3 times the power of the one that he’d hit FM with a day before.
FM and TW were still a little stunned, so Grix lifted his arms, and threw the ball down onto them.
FM and TW turned just in time to see it…and ducked out the way!
Grix watched the ball, and his mouth fell in shock as the ball travelled towards the white planet. Er-no’s heart.
It hit the planet. At first it had no effect, but suddenly the planet became very orange, and then;
BOOOOOMM!!! The whole planet blew up, sending rocks and flames everywhere.
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Everyone was standing around talking, when suddenly the Z-Space area began to shake. Everyone looked around them, wondering what the hell was happening.
Suddenly, the whole are went black. Er-no was dead.
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Grix was utterly distraught. He could not believe it. A rage began to build up inside him, he couldn’t take it any more.
He lifted his hands together once more, and suddenly all the rocks and flames from er-no’s heart came into his hands, and transformed into a white, flaming ball.
“AAARRRRRGGGHHH!!!” Grix screamed, and threw it at the stunned FantasyMeister and Time_Warp. It hit them full on.
Time_Warp was destroyed straight away. He was not a strong as FM, and couldn’t take the power of Grix’s rage and er-no’s heart all at once.
FantasyMeister hovered there for a while, his body in tatters.
He smiled evilly, scaring Grix, and said slowly, “So…you have won. Well done Grix…but I promise you…my race will be back, and you will not survive...next time. See you in Hell, Grix Thraves.”
Then FantasyMeister fell through space, for his body to be destroyed in the atmosphere of another planet.
Grix fell unconscious, and woke back up in Z-Space.
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“Well, a lot of good stuff has come out of this,” pb said cheerfully.
Just as he said this, Sniper walked in. “Hi, I’ve come to help you save the world!”
As Sniper walked, he slipped on some water on the floor, cracked the back of his head on the edge of a kitchen table, accidently flicked a kitchen knife with his flailing hand, which landed right in his stomach.
Everyone stared at Sniper’s lifeless body for a bit, and then Bonus said, “Yeah, you’re right pb. Grix is now in charge of the galaxy, FantasyMeister and Time_Warp are both destroyed, and we’re all heroes!”
“Yeah, but no one knows we’re heroes,” Ice Blaster pointed out.
At this comment, everyone began to mumble and shuffle their feet, until MJ said, “Well, at least Sniper’s dead!”
“YAY!!” Everyone cheered.
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Grix Thraves looked over Earth. Everything was great there, but he was still distraught at destroying his master.
He looked over at the Croquet course, and then stood in shock.
People were playing there! Oh joyous day!
To celebrate, he decided he’d listen to his brain for once.
(Destroy Microsoft!)
Grix grinned, and got on with his task.
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Hope you enjoyed it as much as the last one! Thanks for reading, Ant.
He looked across the busy road. A man was walking along, sweating. He looked…troubled. At first, Dan thought it was one of those weirdoes who had been trying to burn down all the lingerie shops in the town, but then, he began to stagger. Suddenly, he began to speak,
“No…I won’t do it…leave me alone, I’m not going to do it…No! You have to be joking! No way! Stop!”
The man clenched his fist, and him himself hard across the face. He winced in pain. Again, he hit himself, this time in the stomach. He doubled over, winded.
‘What the hell is he doing?’ Dan2K1 wondered to himself. He saw a gap in the traffic, and ran over to the man.
“Hello, is something wrong?” Dan asked confidently.
The man slowly looked up. He was shaking all over, and there was fear in his eyes.
“Please…please help me.” He said quietly, yet desperately.
“I can help, just tell me what to do.”
“There is a…a…I can’t stop myself! Wha…NO! NO, PLEASE NO!”
The man ran into the road, straight in front of a silver Renault Laguna, that was travelling at well over 40mph. The Laguna hit him with such force, that guts and brains went flying all over Dan2K1.
“Oh my God!!” Dan screamed, shocked and disgusted. Dan turned, and ran away. As far away as possible.
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RastaBillySkank walked over to his neighbour’s house. His neighbour was a…happy man (you could say he was gay, especially with the bright green suits with yellow stars all over them he wears most of the time, but he’d never made a pass at RBS before, so he didn’t mind.) There was no other way to describe him. He laughed at everything, and always managed to find the good side of things.
RBS knew him well, and they were good friends.
He rang the doorbell. No answer. He rang it again. No answer. The car was in the drive, so he was definitely in. He went over to the window, and looked through. No one.
But wait-there he was. In the kitchen. RBS gazed closer, and saw his neighbour draw a large kitchen knife from a drawer. He looked at the knife closely, and then turned it so that the tip of the blade was facing him.
“Oh crap…please no…” RBS whispered to himself.
The man pulled the knife back, and then shoved into his stomach.
“NOOO!!” He screamed as the knife penetrated his soft skin.
RBS kicked the front door down, ran over to him, and asked the simple question,
“Why?!”
His neighbour, through gasps of breath, managed to say just 4 words, and no, they weren’t, “come to bed, sexy,” they were,
“I…di-didn’t…want to.” The man’s heart stopped, and his head slumped to the ground.
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Grix Thraves and er-no stared woefully over the planet Earth.
“No…it can’t be…” Grix said, shocked and worried.
“There is only one solution then.”
“WHAT!?”
<…FM has an apprentice. Isn’t that what you were thinking?>
“No! I…I…don’t actually know what I was thinking about. It may’ve been Croquet. God, I love Croquet.”
Er-no sighed.
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FantasyMeister flew through space, along with his apprentice.
“I knew you would come. When you were born years ago, I had to leave you thanks to er-no. But I knew that as you grew, your powers would perhaps overcome mine, and you would soon realise that you had a father.”
His apprentice looked at him, puzzled, “But what I don’t know is, how did I managed to find you?? How did I even find about you?? It just seemed to pop into my head one day.”
“That was me. As father and son, we have an unbreakable mind-bond. I sent message after message to your mind, hoping one day you would rescue me from my…bubbly fate.” FantasyMeister smiled at the ‘joke’ he’d made, about being trapped in a Z-Space Bubble.
His apprentice, however, didn’t appear amused, “So who was my mother, then?”
FantasyMeister’s face fell. “Her name was Gaming Guru, but she left me long, long ago.”
Suddenly, he looked up, an evil smile spreading across his face. “But now. Now we are reunited, we can easily overcome er-no’s measly powers. We’ve already begun to invade people’s minds, as you saw earlier. I’ve decided to start with the pieces of filth that helped trap me 2 years ago, the community of the FOG.”
“And once we get rid of er-no, then we can begin the full invasion.” His apprentice said with a sneer.
“Yes, you’re right my apprentice. Perhaps I should start calling you by your name, though. I never had time to choose one, so I expect you’ve made one for yourself.”
“Yes. Call me…Sniper.”
“What?? A sad, stupid name like that?!”
“Okay then, call me…Time_Warp.”
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pb sat on his armchair, watching the local news. He shook his head as yet another suicide was reported on. What was going on? People were committing suicide everywhere, and the whole community had gone mad!
Crime had gone up by 43% in just 3 weeks, including pb’s house being burgled. He was watching TV on a crappy portable that was about 20 years old, and he’d borrowed the armchair from Goatboy. The only decent possessions he had left where his Lava Lamp and a pair of Mickey Mouse socks.
There was a knock at the door. It was Meka_Dragon.
“Hi Meka, have a…seat.” Meka sat on the armchair. Pb looked across the bare room, looking for somewhere to sit. He finally plonked down onto the portable TV, which crumbled underneath him. He stood up, and looked at the remains of what had been a television.
“Have you been putting on weight?” Meka asked, a grin on his face.
Pb cursed, and sat cross-legged on the floor. “So what brings you to my…home?”
“Well, you’ve heard about what’s been going on lately, right? All the robberies, suicides, murders and other stuff.”
Pb nodded, “Yep. It’s terrible, it really is.”
“Well, doesn’t it…remind you of something?”
Pb looked puzzled,” Of what?”
Meka quickly glanced around, leant in closer to pb, and said, “You know. FantasyMeister.”
Pb sat back, shocked. “We promised we’d never mention that ever again!”
“I know, but this sounds so much like him. Remember last time? He got people to commit crimes, and if they didn’t, he’d punish them!”
Pb still wasn’t convinced, “Yes, but he didn’t just go around killing people willy-nilly.”
“Willy-nilly?”
“Yes, it’s a phrase.”
“Is it?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, right. Anyway, no, he didn’t. But just before we battled him, he did begin to become more…violent. Remember, I saved you from being hit by a car! He made you do that!”
“Yes…I suppose so.” Pb looked troubled, “So, what are we going to do? If it is him, I mean?”
“I’m not sure. We should get everyone together, or at least people who were heavily involved last time.”
Pb nodded. “Okay, I’ll go get Tony, Ant and a few others.
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Ant looked under a doormat which had, “Welcome,” on it, along with a load of stains which Ant decided he didn’t want to know about.
Under it, was a key. “Yes!” Ant cried, and put the key into the lock. It unlocked easily. He opened the door, walked inside, and glanced around.
There was no one. Ant continued on into the lounge. Nobody there either. Ant smiled with glee, and hurried into the kitchen. On the way there, he looked through the patio door into the back garden.
“Crap!” Ant ducked down, as outside, doing the gardening, was Tony.
Ant had ran out of sugar, so he’d decided to steal some of Tony’s, as he always did. He never failed, as he was always very careful. This time he had been a little careless, but fortunately, Tony hadn’t seen him.
He crawled into the kitchen, stoop up, and looked around for the blue bowl of sugar, which Ant had introduced himself to many times. He looked to the left side, next to the sink, where it normally was. Nothing.
Ant cursed, and scanned the rest of the kitchen. No sugar. Ant began to panic. He opened cupboards and drawers, but still no sugar.
Finally, he knelt down, and looked in the fridge. He was going through the bottom half of the fridge when suddenly something hard hit his @rse at a rather fast velocity. “AARRGGHH!!”
Ant screamed in pain, jumped up, and put his hands to his behind. He turned, and standing there, was a grinning Tony.
Ant thought about covering up his crime, or thinking of an excuse. But he couldn’t think of a decent one, so he bowed his head and said, “Sorry Tony, I was just hungry, that’s all.”
“Don’t worry Ant, I just wanted to find out where all my sugar was going. At first I thought it was ants, so I guess I was right.”
There was knock at the front door. It was pb.
“Yo pb, let me make some tea.” Tony said, smiling at the ‘rhyme’ he’d made.
“How many sugars?”
“Two for me, please.” Pb said.
“Ant?”
“Hmmmm…I’d normally have twenty, but I’m trying to cut down, so 19 and a half will be just fine.”
Tony headed off to the kitchen.
Pb sat down next to Ant on the sofa. He looked around the room: Some expensive paintings on the walls, a wide-screen TV, vases, a beautiful fire place, absolutely everything. Pb suddenly realised he was jealous of Tony, and stopped thinking about stealing the TV.
Tony came back, and the 3 sat down, and had a really great natter.
Finally, they got down to business, and pb recapped on his conversation with Meka. Tony and Ant were shocked.
“No way!” Ant shouted, “It can’t be!”
Suddenly, there was a huge flash of light. After a couple of minutes, they opened their eyes. The light was still there.
Ant knelt down onto the floor, “Jesus-have you come to save us!? Have you come to wash away the sin from everyone, or is it Judgement Day?!”
“You’re not?” Ant asked, disappointed.
“Ah, right.” Ant slowly got up, brushed himself off, and tried not to look embarrased.
Silence.
“How many of us do we need??” pb asked.
“YOU MEAN ALL THE PEOPLE WHO LEFT STRAIGHT AFTER WINNING?? YOU EVEN MEAN STINKY SMEE?!?!” Tony asked, distraught.
“So we need to find people such as Fogmaster and Bluebeetle??”
With that, the light vanished. Tony was visibly stunned, so pb took advantage.
Pb ran out of the front door, laughing his head off for no apparent reason.
“Hey!” Tony shouted, “Where’s my £100,000 gold vase gone!?”
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Goatboy sat at his PC. He pulled the mouse cursor over towards an icon on his desktop. The icon was a picture of a train, with the words, “Microsoft Train Simulator,” on it.
He slowly clicked on it, and went straight into the game. He then spent two fun-filled hours travelling the world in a train. When the journey had finished, Goatboy tried to bring his brain back. He began thinking again, screamed, and then deleted the game.
He then went mad, and started deleting stuff all over the place. He calmed down, and remembered that everything would still be in the Recycle Bin.
He went into it, and stared in shock. Somehow, he’d completely deleted everything apart from one program.
He looked at the program that was left. “AAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!”
The program left was Microsoft Train Simulator.
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Goatboy tried to calm down, by sitting down and watching TV. Unfortunately, he saw an advert for Microsoft Train Simulator, and turned it off, simmering with rage.
The phone rang-but Goatboy wasn’t in the mood to pick it up, so the answer machine took a message.
“Hey Goatboy, it’s Meka_Dragon. Look…something’s come up, so if you could us, come to my house at 10 in the morning. Thanks, see ya.”
‘What was that about??’ Goatboy asked himself. Well, he had nothing better to do than create fantasies of himself hitting Bill Gates over the head with a large piece of metal, so he decided to go.
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During all this, er-no was sadly watching as FM tried to take over someone else’s mind. Er-no could not do anything. He was getting on a bit (1267 years old, to be exact,) and he’d got rid of his physical form on Earth and normal space centuries ago. The only form he could now take was in the whiteness of Z-Space, and as an extremely bright light on Earth.
In Z-Space, he could talk normally, but prefered to use his special type of speech, ‘Mind Speech,’ which is what FM uses to take over minds. Fortunately, er-no used it for good, not bad.
The problem with this was that flies, moths and other insects kept buzzing all over him.
Er-no looked over at where Grix was. He was looking down on a posh part of England.
Grix had a special power. He was able, to ‘legal’ parameters, make things happen on Earth. He could move things-they had to be quite small, although he had lifted a 3-wheeler car before. He could also change the weather, which is why whenever Ant and his family went to Wimbledon every year to watch Tennis, it rains.
“No, actually. I’m trying to ruin a golf course so more people will go and play on the desolate croquet area about a mile away.”
“What, the golfers?? Not really, one guy’s got 25 over par.”
“Yes. They’re only on hole 3 as well.”
“That’s nice. By the way, my brain’s trying to tell me something.”
Grix looked solemnly at the floor, “Okay master…but why?”
“Yes…but that could’ve saved many lives!”
“Okay then, anything else?”
Grix winced, “Okay, I get it now.”
They both went back to looking at Earth.
“ummmm…Master??” Grix asked tentatively. “He’s telling me to put Boyzone back together.”
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RBS stood by M16’s gate, and looked over at the front garden. The grass was…long, there were weeds everywhere, grasshoppers, a dead rat, and some brown stuff RBS decided he didn’t want to identify.
He slowly trooped through the ‘garden,’ and finally got to the front door. It was apparently brown, but most of the paint had been rubbed off. There was no doorbell, so he knocked.
His fist came back with splinters in it.
“WHO IS IT, AND WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!?!?” M16 demanded from inside.
“It’s me, RastaBillySkank.”
The door opened, and RBS was greeted by a smiling face.
“Oh hi RBS, great to see you again!! Come in, come in…” M16 ushered RBS inside.
The interior of the house was very nice. Clean, quite new, nice TV, lots of rooms-it was a complete contrast to the outside.
And the back garden?? You don’t want to know about the back garden. Trust me.
They sat down, and RBS told him about the situation.
M16 turned away for a moment, reliving the horror that he went through to defeat FM last time. He faced RBS again, his eyes dark and hollow.
“I’ll do it,” he said firmly.
“Okay, great.” RBS said.
Then silence. They both twiddled their thumbs, and then whistled.
“Sooooo…weather’s been bad lately, eh?” RBS asked.
M16 stared back, and RBS said, “I’ll get my coat.”
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FantasyMeister and Time_Warp flew through space, taking over people’s minds, when TW saw something. A ripple. A sudden ripple in space. That could mean only one thing-an occupied area of Z-Space.
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FM quickly looked over, and then his eyes blazed with glory.
The two of them headed over to the ripple, planning to destroy er-no and Grix once and for all.
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Grix was in the middle of creating wind to pull the flags out of their holes, when suddenly there was a huge crash, and he tumbled over.
He slowly climbed to his feet, and looked up.
In front of him were FantasyMeister and…and…who??
FM sneered, “Hello Grix. Hello er-no. Why not meet my new friend, Time_Warp??” He asked menacingly.
Grix smiled, offered his hand, and said, “Hello, pleased to meet you.”
TW looked at the hand, then lifted one of his own, and brought it down with such force on Grix’s head that he fell unconscious.
“Well, that gets rid of the annoying one.” FM said. “Now onto you, er-no.”
er-no was not equipped to fight. His only form in Z-Space was a 16-year-old boy, and that was not going to be much use.
He still had powers, there was no doubting that. Strong ones as well. But just by using his powers for more than a minute caused him to lose most of his energy, and he couldn’t risk that-not at his age.
FM and TW circled er-no. They kept feinting an attack, but never did. Suddenly, TW jumped onto er-no, and slashed at him with the sharp claws on his hands.
He then picked up a bloody er-no, and handed him over to FM.
FantasyMeister lifted er-no over his head, and threw him hard to the ground a few metres away.
TW kicked him roughly in the stomach, and then stomped on him.
er-no lay on the floor, completely finished. It was the end for him, surely.
FantasyMeister stood over him, and giggled insanely. Then he raised his hand, gaining as much power as possible.
FM threw his hand down, and just as a huge Z-Space Bomb was about to hit er-no, an extremely bright light appeared, blinding FM, and sending him staggering in shock.
Er-no had given up his physical form!! But was it temporarily??
FM and TW looked around for er-no, but couldn’t see him anywhere.
Suddenly, Time_Warp was lifted off the ground, and thrown out of the Z-Space area, in the deep, black darkness of normal space.
“Time_Warp!! FM cried, totally confused about what was happening.
FM turned, to find Grix standing up, both his hands in the air, some sort of electricity forming between them.
Grix looked straight into FantasyMeister’s eyes, and said slowly but darkly, “See you in Hell, FantasyMeister.”
Grix then pointed his hands towards FM, and a huge ball of electricity flew at him.
It hit FM full force, slamming him out of Z-Space, and breaking many bones in his body.
Grix quickly sealed the Z-Space area, knowing that not even his main attack could destroy FantasyMeister.
“er-no?!? Master?” Grix asked, worried.
Grix sighed, “Ah, well, that’s okay.”
Grix smiled, “Thank you master.”
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Meanwhile, the gang was getting bigger and bigger by the minute. Well, the hour actually, but by the minute sounds better. Over the last few days, they had done nothing but found more and more people, yet still there was no response from Grix or er-no.
The group now consisted of (this is the bit where you look for your name,) pb, Ant, Meka_Dragon, Goatboy, Tony, Dan2K1, RastaBillySkank, SHEEPY, PinkPig, Namostar, MJ, Spider II, Turbonutter, I Am The Tarrant, The Game, Your Honour, ssxpro, Wookie Monster, VenomByte, Quazimodo, Armatige Shanks, M16, Goatboy, SonicRav, Edgy, Darkness_2K, shaneo, Mr Snuggly, Bonus, Dan uk, Fish-e, Iguana, Dringo, Golden Rhino, New Jimmy, Mattyboy, khazar, Dringo, The_Vottanator, Shocktrooper, ZeldaPro, Reaper, SmokedKipper, savatt1668, Mantis, Mouldy Cheese, Monkey_With_Attitude AND Bluebeetle.
The reason Bluebeetle had been gone so long was that he’d been stuck in Bonus’ shed for a few months.
Pb looked up at the sky, “This STILL isn’t enough!?!”
“Well, obviously.” Turbonutter pointed out. “Otherwise we would have been ‘whooshed,’ somewhere, right?”
Tony looked thoughtful, “Didn’t er-no say we should gather members from other forums?”
Meka nodded, “Yep, he did. He also said Fogmaster would be helpful.”
“I’ll go find him!” MJ shouted, eager to help.
“Okay MJ, you go find Fogmaster, and meet us back at pb’s place at 4pm, okay?”
MJ cheered, and ran off.
“You know, if it’s a fight we’re getting into, then there’s only one forum we can choose…” Ant said carefully.
Dan uk gulped, “The WWF Forum, right?”
Ant nodded. “Look, it’s not that bad now!! We only need four of them, anyway, and I know who we should choose.”
Namostar asked, “D’you know them well?? Will they come with us?”
“I’ve been visiting them for the past month or so now, and don’t worry, they will come with us.
“Well, lets go then!” Namostar said excitedly, “Show us the way, Ant!”
“Okay, it’s not far from here. Follow me.”
Just as they started walking though, they heard arguing.
“The Scots suck!”
“Oh, come off it! What have the English ever done that’s better than the Scots?? And at least I don’t resort to petty insults, you idiot!”
It was The Game and Bonus.
Pb was about to stop them, until Your Honour restrained him.
“Hey, they’re not gonna stop, you know. Just leave them.”
Pb did as he said.
They carried on their journey, while Grix and er-no proudly watched from above.
FantasyMeister and Time_Warp also watched, knowing that they could not infiltrate any of the group’s minds, as it appeared as though er-no was using much of his power to block them off from him.
A battle was in the making, and the whole world was at stake.
“What?! At least we don’t have that stupid Scottish accent!” Game screamed at the top of his voice.
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Fogmaster was in a small, local Intersport store, looking for sports items. He was, however, not having much luck.
* AUTHOR’S NOTE * The first part of this is taken from the author’s real life experience.
“Okay, do you have any Tennis stuff?” He asked, already annoyed at the lack of cricketing equipment.
“Nah, ‘fraid not,” said the young lady at the counter.
Fogmaster looked around, “Okay, do you have ANYTHING apart from tracksuits and…normal clothes?”
“Nah, not really. Sorry.”
Fogmaster steamed out of the shop, and called back, “You’re not a sports shop! You’re a bloody fashion store!”
Just as he stepped into the busy street, a teenage boy ran into him.
They both fell back onto the hard concrete. Fogmaster quickly got up, and fumed at the boy, “You little idiot-look where you’re going next time!!”
“S-s-sorry,” the boy stammered, “I’m looking for someone called Fogmaster.”
Fogmaster brushed himself off, “Well, you’ve found him. What do you want?”
The boy smiled, “I’m MJ, and I’ve been sent to find you by the community of the FOG!!”
Fogmaster smiled as he thought of his time at FOG. “Ah, the FOG. What do they want?”
“Okay, we need to be at pb’s house at 4pm.”
“Well, it’s 3:30, so we better get going. You know the way?”
“Yes, I do. Lets go.”
MJ smiled with glee, as he walked along with one of the most famous members of the FOG Forums ever.
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Ant and Mouldy Cheese, who had both visited the WWF Community many times before, calmly strode into the small town.
The Game followed behind, a little nervous.
Next was everyone else, slowly walking in, looking around in case someone jumped them from behind.
Ant turned, “C’mon, hurry up! You’ll be fine, they’re great guys over here!”
They walked up to a small house, and Ant knocked on the door.
“Hi Ice Blaster, can we come in for a moment?”
Ice Blaster slowly looked over at the horde of people behind Ant, and then said a little nervously, “errr…okay, I guess.”
10 minutes later, they were all inside.
Ice Blaster invited them into the lounge, and in there were Grandprix, RawisAndy and Jet, watching WWF Raw Is War.
SHEEPY walked over to the TV, and turned it off. “I hate wrestling.” He said defiantly.
“Look, you can’t watch it anyway. We need your help.” Ant said.
“What sort of help?” Grandprix asked.
“Don’t really know. All I know is that we have to destroy an alien being called FantasyMeister who invades people’s minds and forces them to do horrible things to themselves and other people.” Bonus took a deep breath, “And we need as many people we can get.”
RawisAndy looked at the others, “I say we do it. We haven’t exactly got much else to do.”
Jet nodded, “Yeah, we may as well save the world while we’ve got some spare time.
“Okay, everyone outside!!!” pb cried.
20 minutes later (the extra 10 minutes was thanks to Sniper, who was desperately trying to attack SHEEPY, who had earlier thrown a banana at him,) everyone was outside, with the inclusion of Ice Blaster, Jet, RawisAndy and Grandprix.
“Hey, wait for us!” Came a call from the down the road. It was Longy and Kid Rock!
“Quick, run!” Ice Blaster called, and everyone sprinted away.
Longy and KR stopped, “Ah well, I guess they didn’t hear us.”
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er-no looked down, and smiled.
Grix looked worried, “You know, there’s so many of them, someone could easily get killed.”
“Yes, of course, but you won’t be destroyed! You’re actual heart is in a far-distant place of the galaxy!”
Grix nodded, “Yes master.”
He looked down, and said, “They’re waiting for something to happen.”
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FantasyMeister looked up, and saw the ripple once again. His broken bones had already healed, and he was ready to fight.
“Look Time_Warp, it must be time. He wouldn’t reveal his hiding place like that. He must have his warriors ready. Are you ready for this?”
“Yes, I am. How do we win, though? Do we just fight them? We’d easily win!”
FM shook his head, “I’m afraid not, TW. I have an idea, and even if these humans prove victorious…well, lets just say I have a little surprise for Grix and er-no.”
The two flew off towards the ripple.
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“So…..when’s something gonna happen?” Fish-e asked.
Meka pulled Ant, pb, SHEEPY, Turbonutter, M16, Your Honour, Game, Tony, RBS and Dan2K1 over and said, “Okay, are we all ready?? You were all heavily involved last night, and you need to keep an eye on the others, okay?”
Meka looked over the whole group, and said, “Good luck to all of you! As you all know, we are battling FantasyMeister, who is one of the most powerful beings on all the earth-be ready for anything.”
SHEEPY stepped forward, “errr…look, I forgot to tell you guys something. Just before you came and got me, I had a visit from Grix Thraves.”
“What did he say?” Dan uk demanded.
“errrr…well, he told me to tell you guys that…FantasyMeister escaped because he has an apprentice.”
“YOU WHAT?!” Goatboy screamed.
“Calm down Goatboy,” Turbonutter said, and then he turned to SHEEPY, “Why the HELL didn’t you tell us!!??”
“Sorry, I forgot,” he replied timidly.
Just as everyone was about to tear SHEEPY’s head off, the whole room was put into darkness.
Then, just as suddenly, it was enveloped in light.
Even though VenomByte couldn’t see anything, he could feel the room spinning.
Suddenly, it stopped spinning, and he was thrown hard to ground. It should have hurt…but it didn’t.
He opened his eyes, to be greeted by white, white and more white. He knew where he was.
“Z-Space,” he said out loud.
Everyone turned, and Grix gave a little wave.
Everyone looked hard at SHEEPY.
And five seconds later, FM and TW blasted into the Z-Space area. This time, there were no introductions.
“I’m sick of your games, er-no. And this is why I shall destroy you and your little ‘friends’ once and for all!”
This comment annoyed FM immensely,
“Well, that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it??” Grix said, and as an afterthought he added, “Duh.”
FM put his hands to his head, and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he smiled evilly, and pointed to Ice Blaster, Jet, RawisAndy, Grandprix, The Game and Mouldy Cheese.
“You’re first. All you have to do, is to complete your challenge.”
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Suddenly, all 6 of them were somewhere completely different. Bright lights, lots of people, noise and…a wrestling ring.
They were all on an episode of Raw Is War!! In front of them stood Triple H, Stone Cold Steve Austin and The Rock.
“What the hell!?” Game shouted, shocked.
“I guess we have to defeat them in a wrestling match,” Ice Blaster commented.
“But we’ve got no chance!”
“Can we cheat?” RawisAndy asked.
“I guess so, as long as the referee doesn’t see.” Jet told them.
Mouldy Cheese looked around, “Okay, Ice Blaster and Grandprix, come with me! Jet, RawisAndy and Game, distract the referee, and hold off Rock, HHH and SCSA!”
Jet quickly said, “Right, I’ll take the ref!” Jet headed over to the referee, and pushed him out of the ring.
Game and RawisAndy decided to tell the wrestlers some jokes.
“Okay, how do lions like their steak?” Game asked.
Rock shook his head.
“Medium Roar! HAHA!!” Game and RawisAndy laughed. Unfortunately, the wrestlers didn’t find it very amusing.
They were just about to attack, when Cheese, Ice Blaster and Grandprix came from behind with steel chairs, and nailed Rock, SCSA and HHH over the head with them.
Jet quickly pinned Rock, and Game brought the referee back in.
1…2…3!! They’d won!
All of a sudden, they were back in Z-Space.
FM was already breathing heavily, “Congratulations, you have passed your challenge. Time_Warp, it is your turn.”
TW put his hands to his head, and closed his eyes. Without opening them, he then called, “Ant… M16… Mattyboy… ssxpro… Wookiee Monster… I Am The Tarrant… Goatboy… Iguana… Dringo… Namostar… MJ… Spider II... and… New Jimmy.”
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ssxpro looked around him. They were in a normal bedroom, with a PlayStation inside it, and a copy of Metal Gear Solid.
There was also a piece of card with writing on it, and Wookiee read it out, “You must complete MGS on medium difficulty with a time inside of 5 hours. Everyone must play for at least 20 minutes.”
Dringo grinned, “Ah well, then it can’t be too hard then.”
Ant turned the PSX off, and they quickly sorted out which parts they would be doing.
Spider II played very well for half an hour, and when the controller was given to Wookiee Monster, they had already beaten Revolver Ocelot.
Wookiee Monster was supreme. He played for an hour, and just as he finished, he was way past defeating Ninja.
Mattyboy defeated the next boss, and the group were doing well for time.
Dringo however, struggled a little. He couldn’t get used to the PSX Controllers, which he pointed out many times. After 20 minutes, he still hadn’t defeated Sniper Wolf.
MJ took over, and got the group back on track. He defeated Sniper Wolf, got through the torture section, and when Ant was handed the controller, they were about to meet Liquid Snake for the first time.
Ant loved MGS, and fortunately, this was his favourite part. He destroyed Liquid Snake’s helicopter, and did when in the most enjoyable part of the game, running up hundreds of steps doing nothing but shooting guards!
But he struggled to defeat Sniper Wolf in the snowfield.
This was left for Namostar to do, who completed it quickly, and kept them on time.
I Am The Tarrant got rid of Vulcan Raven and his rather large weapon, and then Iguana took over, who started off well, but then got killed a couple of times thanks to the Time Bomb they all forgot to get rid of.
Goatboy and ssxpro followed, both did quite well, and when ssxpro had finished, they had nearly destroyed Metal Gear.
M16 was last. He quickly dealt with Metal Gear, and with 20 minutes left, he thought Liquid Snake. 10 minutes later, he was on the final part.
Meryl was driving a car, and Snake was shooting at Liquid Snake behind them.
They were so close to completing it, but Snake got killed, and M16 had to start the driving bit over again.
“C’mon! Go!” Dringo cried, frustrated.
M16 worked fast, and at the end, there was 5 seconds left. They’d done it, by the closest of margins (of course, doing it by 1 second would have been the closest margin, but 5 was close enough.)
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Time_Warp seemed less effected by the Foggers victory than FantasyMeister, although he still looked a little tired.
FantasyMeister looked at the group, “So, it seems as though 17 of you are safe. But remember, if only 5 of you die, then I win.” He looked up, “Don’t I, er-no?”
“Right, so who’s next then?” FM repeated the process of hands on foreheads, and then called out, “Meka_Dragon, SHEEPY, Tony, Mr Snuggly, VenomByte, Your Honour, Dan uk, Darkness_2K, Monkey_With_Attitude, Armatige Shanks, Dan2K1, Edgy, pb, RastaBillySkank and SonicRav. Your challenge, is a personal favourite of mine.”
FantasyMeister sneered, and then it all went black.
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Everyone awoke inside a small, dull room. All that was inside the room, were 11 PC’s, each with someone’s name next to it. Your Honour went up to is.
He looked closely at the screen, and read the instructions on the screen. It said; “You will all be asked a series of questions about the FOG Forums. If you get more than 2 wrong, you fail your challenge. There are 20 questions. You will also fail if you confer with other people, and trust me, I will know if you have cheated. Click here to begin.”
Your Honour clicked, and he was greeted by a blue screen, with some black writing in front of it-the question.
“Number 1. Which 2 people are against voting for Notables?”
YH knew that one, and he typed in ‘Dringo and Edgy.’
A little beep came out of his speakers, as did everyone else’s. They had all got it right.
The next few questions were easy, and everyone got them. SonicRav struggled with the question, “Who wrote The FOG Monarchy?” He knew it was either Ant or Meka. He finally guessed Ant, and got it correct.
But then came a very tough question. “Name 2 of pb’s favourite ever games.” It then gave you a choice of 6 to pick from.
Of course, pb knew this, and his ‘beep’ went straight away, but the others struggled.
The answers were Settlers and Tony Hawk’s, but no one really knew it.
Everyone guessed, and only Armatige got it right.
The questions were easy until number 17, which was, “Who won Gameaday on 28/05/01.”
No one knew this but Darkness_2K, who actually won GAD that day. Everyone got it wrong, apart from Fogmaster, who took the luckiest guess ever!
If anyone but pb, Armatige and Darkness_2K got one more wrong, they would’ve failed.
Questions 18 and 19 were easy, but 20 was tricky.
“Who thinks they are the best at Unreal Tournament on PC??”
Most knew this. The only people that didn’t know it were Armatige Shanks and MWA. Armatige guessed, and got it wrong. MWA hesitated thought. He thought he knew it, but wasn’t sure enough to guess. His life was depending on it.
There was nothing else he could do though. He clicked on “Sniper,” closed his eyes, and hoped.
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They were back in Z-Space. Everyone was, including MWA.
“YES!” he screamed, “I got it right!”
FantasyMeister was kneeling down now, he looked very weak. “What do I have to do to kill you?!” He said angrily.
Time_Warp looked at them, “It is time for the final challenge. If you all survive this…then I guess you win. But if 5 you die, then we do. But remember, if you die, then you die. There’s no way back. Okay, Turbonutter, Quazimodo, Goatboy, shaneo, Bonus, khazar, The_Vottanator, Shocktrooper, ZeldaPro, Reaper, Fish-e, SmokedKipper, savatt1668, Mantis, PinkPig and Bluebeetle. Get ready for the best multiplayer experience you’ll ever have.”
He closed his eyes, and then they were thrust into darkness.
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They awoke to the sounds of guns firing, and people screaming. Bonus looked around…he knew this place from somewhere…it looked like The Lobby from Red Faction. Suddenly, he realised.
“WE’RE IN RED FACTION!! WE’RE IN A DEATHMATCH AT RED FACTION!” He shouted over the noise to the others, “KILL AS MANY BOTS AS POSSIBLE-GO!!”
They all ran off to find weapons.
Shocktrooper was fortunate enough to find a Fusion Rocket Launcher, which had a 10m kill radius. He killed 5 bots straight away, and was suddenly taken from the game.
PinkPig noticed this, “KILL 5 BOTS TO GO THROUGH!!” Suddenly, there was a beeping noise. His watch, it was counting down from 10 minutes. That means…
“WE HAVE 9 MINUTES!!”
This comment scared ZeldaPro. He didn’t want die. He turned to find a weapon, and was shot in the stomach by a bot. He went through no pain, and suddenly awoke in a different part of the level.
He found a sniper rifle, and was quickly able to kill 5 bots. He punched the air, and was taken from the game.
Goatboy took the same route as Shocktrooper, while shaneo and Khazar worked together using their pistols to get through.
Bonus found a Heavy Machine Gun, and just went running around shooting non-stop. After a couple of minutes, he was taken from the game.
With 5 minutes left, The_Vottanator had killed 4 people. He calmly found a grenade, and threw it down into a bunch of bots. He killed many.
“Yes!” He cried, as he disappeared.
Quazimodo used a normal Rocket Launcher, and by pure luck, one of his rockets flew into a crowd of bots. He smiled as he was taken from the game.
BlueBeetle found some Remote Chargers, and placed them everywhere. Whenever a bit ran by, he would blow them up. After a few minutes, this tactic was proved successful.
PinkPig used the Sniper Rifle to kill his 5, and Reaper found an Automatic Shotgun, where he slowly but surely picked off 5 bots.
Fish-e actually enjoyed his time there. He had a Flame-thrower, and he went round burning bots non stop. He was actually a little disappointed when he was taken from the game.
SmokedKipper, Savatt1668 and Mantis all used an Assault Rifle to get through, although Mantis actually killed Kipper once. The apology though, was accepted.
That left Turbonutter. He had ran out of ammo for his weapons, and with 20 seconds left, he had only killed 3 people.
He found a Flame-thrower, and knowing he wouldn’t have time to flame people, he quickly changed it into a Petrol Bomb, and threw it.
He hit 3 people, and they ran around on fire for a while, until they finally dropped dead.
He smiled as he was taken from the game, knowing that they had won.
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Everyone was back in Z-Space. No one had died. Surely, FantasyMeister and Time_Warp had been defeated.
“Well, well, well,” pb crowed, “It looks as though the mighty FM and TW have fallen.” He stood over the 2 fallen beasts.
FantasyMeister looked up, “You…you may think that…but…I-I have one…last…challenge. Only…then can you…defeat me.”
Grix looked puzzled, “But who for.”
FM and TW stood up.
“For YOU, Grix Thraves.”
And with FantasyMeister and Time_Warp closed their eyes, and concentrated. In those few seconds, Grix, TW and FM were transported billions of miles through the galaxy.
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Grix opened his eyes, and looked around. He was in normal space, and right in front of him, was a large planet. The special thing about this planet, however, was that it was pure white. All white.
“Welcome Grix.”
Grix quickly turned to face FantasyMeister and Time_Warp.
“Welcome to where?” He asked them.
“You see the planet?” TW asked. Grix nodded.
“That planet is the most important thing in your life at the moment.”
“Why?”
“Think about it. What’s the most important thing in your life at the moment?”
“Well, er-no has always been the most important to me.”
FM sneered, “Yes, that’s right. Now, what do you think this could be? We’re billions of miles from your Z-Space home, and this amazing ‘planet’ is pure white. Impossible, no?”
Suddenly it dawned on Grix. A shiver was sent down his spine, as he realised what this beauty of nature was.
This planet, was er-no’s heart.
“No…it can’t be!”
“Yes, it’s er-no’s heart! Congratulations!” Time_Warp said, and laughed.
“Why have you brought me here?” Grix asked nervously.
“Well, this is to decide who wins, I guess.”
“How’d you mean?”
“Well, if I destroy er-no’s heart, then we win. If we destroy you, then we win. If you destroy me and Time_Warp, then you win.”
“So, this is the final battle is it? But it’s 2 on 1!”
“Ah, but we are so tired from all the previous challenges! I didn’t even think it would come to this, but all credit to the humans, they did well.” FantasyMeister’s voice changed to a low growl, “But now we shall destroy you and your master forever.”
FM lifted up his hand, created a bolt of lightning, and threw it at Grix. Grix suddenly realised he could fly! He’d never actually been in real space before, so he’d never known he could fly!
Grix quickly got out of the way, created his own, and threw it back. It missed FM by inches, and then scorched TW as it went past. TW yelped in pain.
“You will pay for that,” TW said angrily.
Suddenly, Time_Warp flew at Grix at an impossible velocity. He slammed into Grix’s stomach head-first, winding him badly, and sending him flailing.
They then seemed to let Grix recover. Grix got himself back together, and turned to face them. He was met by a shot of electricity, which FantasyMeister had created.
Grix screamed in pain, and then decided to use his own speed to gain an advantage.
He flew around them, over them, through them, everywhere! While he flew, he used his energy to create balls of fire, and he threw them at FM and TW.
FM and TW were shocked by the pain, and this gave Grix a chance.
He put his hands together, and began to use all his energy to create one huge ball of electricity. He put so effort into it, that it was 3 times the power of the one that he’d hit FM with a day before.
FM and TW were still a little stunned, so Grix lifted his arms, and threw the ball down onto them.
FM and TW turned just in time to see it…and ducked out the way!
Grix watched the ball, and his mouth fell in shock as the ball travelled towards the white planet. Er-no’s heart.
It hit the planet. At first it had no effect, but suddenly the planet became very orange, and then;
BOOOOOMM!!! The whole planet blew up, sending rocks and flames everywhere.
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Everyone was standing around talking, when suddenly the Z-Space area began to shake. Everyone looked around them, wondering what the hell was happening.
Suddenly, the whole are went black. Er-no was dead.
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Grix was utterly distraught. He could not believe it. A rage began to build up inside him, he couldn’t take it any more.
He lifted his hands together once more, and suddenly all the rocks and flames from er-no’s heart came into his hands, and transformed into a white, flaming ball.
“AAARRRRRGGGHHH!!!” Grix screamed, and threw it at the stunned FantasyMeister and Time_Warp. It hit them full on.
Time_Warp was destroyed straight away. He was not a strong as FM, and couldn’t take the power of Grix’s rage and er-no’s heart all at once.
FantasyMeister hovered there for a while, his body in tatters.
He smiled evilly, scaring Grix, and said slowly, “So…you have won. Well done Grix…but I promise you…my race will be back, and you will not survive...next time. See you in Hell, Grix Thraves.”
Then FantasyMeister fell through space, for his body to be destroyed in the atmosphere of another planet.
Grix fell unconscious, and woke back up in Z-Space.
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“Well, a lot of good stuff has come out of this,” pb said cheerfully.
Just as he said this, Sniper walked in. “Hi, I’ve come to help you save the world!”
As Sniper walked, he slipped on some water on the floor, cracked the back of his head on the edge of a kitchen table, accidently flicked a kitchen knife with his flailing hand, which landed right in his stomach.
Everyone stared at Sniper’s lifeless body for a bit, and then Bonus said, “Yeah, you’re right pb. Grix is now in charge of the galaxy, FantasyMeister and Time_Warp are both destroyed, and we’re all heroes!”
“Yeah, but no one knows we’re heroes,” Ice Blaster pointed out.
At this comment, everyone began to mumble and shuffle their feet, until MJ said, “Well, at least Sniper’s dead!”
“YAY!!” Everyone cheered.
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Grix Thraves looked over Earth. Everything was great there, but he was still distraught at destroying his master.
He looked over at the Croquet course, and then stood in shock.
People were playing there! Oh joyous day!
To celebrate, he decided he’d listen to his brain for once.
(Destroy Microsoft!)
Grix grinned, and got on with his task.
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Hope you enjoyed it as much as the last one! Thanks for reading, Ant.
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I thought the first one was better. I'm sure u missed me out in this story!
The funniest part (apart from the mickey mouse socks - hilarious) was when Sniper died. HI-BLOODY-LARIOUS!
Shocktrooper wrote:
> Ant wrote:
> Also, this one was comedy-based, where as the first
> one was much
> more serious.
ONE more question. Was this one
> funnier??#
Hell yes! I don't usually laugh when reading, but in
> this story I laughed around 5 times! Jeesh, funny and
> interesting.
Right, that's it! Ant, the contract is over now and
> I think it is time we swapped brains don't you?
Ah, good. I'm glad. My fav line was pb's Mickey Mouse socks. I laughed as I was writing it. {:)
No, sorry. I like this brain. {:)
> Ant wrote:
> Also, this one was comedy-based, where as the first
> one was much
> more serious.
ONE more question. Was this one
> funnier??#
Hell yes! I don't usually laugh when reading, but in
> this story I laughed around 5 times! Jeesh, funny and
> interesting.
Right, that's it! Ant, the contract is over now and
> I think it is time we swapped brains don't you?
Ah, good. I'm glad. My fav line was pb's Mickey Mouse socks. I laughed as I was writing it. {:)
No, sorry. I like this brain. {:)
Ant wrote:
> Also, this one was comedy-based, where as the first one was much
> more serious.
ONE more question. Was this one funnier??#
Hell yes! I don't usually laugh when reading, but in this story I laughed around 5 times! Jeesh, funny and interesting.
Right, that's it! Ant, the contract is over now and I think it is time we swapped brains don't you?
> Also, this one was comedy-based, where as the first one was much
> more serious.
ONE more question. Was this one funnier??#
Hell yes! I don't usually laugh when reading, but in this story I laughed around 5 times! Jeesh, funny and interesting.
Right, that's it! Ant, the contract is over now and I think it is time we swapped brains don't you?
That'll be mine too. Gawd I need to post something interesting, or write a good review soon. It's just a matter of being @rsed really.
Also, this one was comedy-based, where as the first one was much more serious.
ONE more question. Was this one funnier??
ONE more question. Was this one funnier??
Shocktrooper wrote:
> To be perfectly honest with you here Ant my story-writing chum, your
> first one edges slightly ahead of this one. Which is a compliment
> because this one was superb! Except it did lack in a few areas where
> detail could of been managed, but hey! Why am I criticising you? It
> was brill!
Yep, thought so. The first one was good because of the idea, I think. In this one I didn't have that advantage. And I agree, I think the challenge scenes weren't as good as the last ones.
The first one was utterly eye-catching and you riveted
> me to the spot with every sentence you strung together - well
> done.
Well there you go Ant. My views. Hope you don't mind me
> stating my honest views?
Nope, that's exactly what I wanted. Thanks.
Thanks, actually i'd be a lot more
> interested in a new, original story next from you Ant. Go ahead and
> do what you must.
Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. Maybe a third one will come later on, but I want to work on something new now.
P.s, what game are you going to pick next? GT3?
> Ominusha? I think you're guaranteed the GAD for Monday. Congrats -
> Shocky.
Well, I wouldn't say that yet!! If I DID win, it would have to be GT3.
Thank you for your comments.
> To be perfectly honest with you here Ant my story-writing chum, your
> first one edges slightly ahead of this one. Which is a compliment
> because this one was superb! Except it did lack in a few areas where
> detail could of been managed, but hey! Why am I criticising you? It
> was brill!
Yep, thought so. The first one was good because of the idea, I think. In this one I didn't have that advantage. And I agree, I think the challenge scenes weren't as good as the last ones.
The first one was utterly eye-catching and you riveted
> me to the spot with every sentence you strung together - well
> done.
Well there you go Ant. My views. Hope you don't mind me
> stating my honest views?
Nope, that's exactly what I wanted. Thanks.
Thanks, actually i'd be a lot more
> interested in a new, original story next from you Ant. Go ahead and
> do what you must.
Yeah, that's what I'm thinking. Maybe a third one will come later on, but I want to work on something new now.
P.s, what game are you going to pick next? GT3?
> Ominusha? I think you're guaranteed the GAD for Monday. Congrats -
> Shocky.
Well, I wouldn't say that yet!! If I DID win, it would have to be GT3.
Thank you for your comments.
I would like to see another story. I enjoyed both of them and my inclusion in the second one really helped me concentrate on it.
To be perfectly honest with you here Ant my story-writing chum, your first one edges slightly ahead of this one. Which is a compliment because this one was superb! Except it did lack in a few areas where detail could of been managed, but hey! Why am I criticising you? It was brill!
The first one was utterly eye-catching and you riveted me to the spot with every sentence you strung together - well done.
Well there you go Ant. My views. Hope you don't mind me stating my honest views?
Thanks, actually i'd be a lot more interested in a new, original story next from you Ant. Go ahead and do what you must.
P.s, what game are you going to pick next? GT3? Ominusha? I think you're guaranteed the GAD for Monday. Congrats - Shocky.
The first one was utterly eye-catching and you riveted me to the spot with every sentence you strung together - well done.
Well there you go Ant. My views. Hope you don't mind me stating my honest views?
Thanks, actually i'd be a lot more interested in a new, original story next from you Ant. Go ahead and do what you must.
P.s, what game are you going to pick next? GT3? Ominusha? I think you're guaranteed the GAD for Monday. Congrats - Shocky.
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