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As the door slowly creaked open, Goatboy entered the dimly light room and approached the heavy oaken desk at which Ant sat.
"You got it then?" Ant's rasping voice demanded.
"Yeah, Rasta has joint the Gold Side aswell." Replied Goatboy. "Dringo has been... Subdued."
"Good, veerrrrrryyyyyy good." Smiled Ant.
At that moment FantasyMiser burst in, panting.
"He... he survived!" panted FM. "E...Edg...Edgy survived!"
"WHAAAAAAAAT?" Shouted Ant who then erupted into a fit of coughing.
Suddenly a large axe flew into FM's back, and Edgy followed shortly, wrenching out his axe from FM's back. Somehow FM turned and slaped Edgy to the ground. As FM fell backwards RBS appeared at the door holding a rather shaken Tony by the scruff of the neck.
"Ban him Tony. You know you have the power." RBS shook Tony some more, to add a very dramatic effect.Edgy shrank back into the corner, eyes wide and wild, hugging his axe.
Ant smiled rather unpleasently showing all his shining, golden teeth.
"Well done RBS. You may yet grow to be strong." Ant gazed prowdly at RBS. " Now tony do as we say or.." he signals to Goatboy to pick up FM's bloody gun, "... Use your imagination."
Tony hesitated slightly, looked over at goatboy raising FM's
gun to point straight at his forhead.
"Sorry Edgy..." On touching Edgy, Edgy dissapeared uttering a final scream.
"Goatboy?" Ant inquired.
"Sure." Goatboy squezzed the triger. Tony fell. Ant laughed.
"But what are we gonna say 'bout Tony?" Asked RBS.
"Well say Edgy killed him but as he touched him Edgy was banned." replied Ant.
"Your brilliant Ant." Chimed the other present members.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Of Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You got it then?" Ant's rasping voice demanded.
"Yeah, Rasta has joint the Gold Side aswell." Replied Goatboy. "Dringo has been... Subdued."
"Good, veerrrrrryyyyyy good." Smiled Ant.
At that moment FantasyMiser burst in, panting.
"He... he survived!" panted FM. "E...Edg...Edgy survived!"
"WHAAAAAAAAT?" Shouted Ant who then erupted into a fit of coughing.
Suddenly a large axe flew into FM's back, and Edgy followed shortly, wrenching out his axe from FM's back. Somehow FM turned and slaped Edgy to the ground. As FM fell backwards RBS appeared at the door holding a rather shaken Tony by the scruff of the neck.
"Ban him Tony. You know you have the power." RBS shook Tony some more, to add a very dramatic effect.Edgy shrank back into the corner, eyes wide and wild, hugging his axe.
Ant smiled rather unpleasently showing all his shining, golden teeth.
"Well done RBS. You may yet grow to be strong." Ant gazed prowdly at RBS. " Now tony do as we say or.." he signals to Goatboy to pick up FM's bloody gun, "... Use your imagination."
Tony hesitated slightly, looked over at goatboy raising FM's
gun to point straight at his forhead.
"Sorry Edgy..." On touching Edgy, Edgy dissapeared uttering a final scream.
"Goatboy?" Ant inquired.
"Sure." Goatboy squezzed the triger. Tony fell. Ant laughed.
"But what are we gonna say 'bout Tony?" Asked RBS.
"Well say Edgy killed him but as he touched him Edgy was banned." replied Ant.
"Your brilliant Ant." Chimed the other present members.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Of Part 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Dringo wrote:
Bring on PArt 3.
Maybe.
Bring on PArt 3.
Maybe.
Bring on PArt 3.
Great. I think I like my story.
UNofFIciAL noTAblE HunTEr sTOry THe sEConD SagA
The mist rolled across the pier, as the sun disappeared over the dark horizon. Slowly, cautiously, Ant’s limo crawled to a halt and Ant, draped in a gold cloak, stepped out. “Sniper, Meka.” Ant’s voice boomed above the gentle lap of the waves on the shore, far into the distance.
Sniper jumped off the abandoned warehouse, landing with catlike agility, on the damp wooden boards, and Meka stepped out of the shadows, both holding sleek semi-automatics.
“Good, good.” Ant sounded pleased as his driver, RBS, stepped out of the car followed shortly by Goatboy.
“So, why did you need us at such short notice?” Demanded Meka.
“It appears that there are some not loyal to us anymore.”
“Who Sheepy?”
“You might say he has displeased me lately of such, he seems to have given un-notables information of the highest security, and, as such impertinence cannot be tolerated, he needs to be disposed of.”
“B…But isn’t that… Dangerous? I mean you no offence but isn’t elimination of our own slightly drastic?” Sniper, looking slightly scared by the prospect of the destruction of one of his kind, shuffled back to be covered by the enveloping darkness.
“Do you question me?!?” Ant shouted, showering RBS with his spittle.
“Of course n… not.”
“Good.”
“Now that we have attained why, we may now move on to how. I have heard,” glances over at Goatboy, “that he may be easily lured into a trap, if it involves one of his closer friends…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of part 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The mist rolled across the pier, as the sun disappeared over the dark horizon. Slowly, cautiously, Ant’s limo crawled to a halt and Ant, draped in a gold cloak, stepped out. “Sniper, Meka.” Ant’s voice boomed above the gentle lap of the waves on the shore, far into the distance.
Sniper jumped off the abandoned warehouse, landing with catlike agility, on the damp wooden boards, and Meka stepped out of the shadows, both holding sleek semi-automatics.
“Good, good.” Ant sounded pleased as his driver, RBS, stepped out of the car followed shortly by Goatboy.
“So, why did you need us at such short notice?” Demanded Meka.
“It appears that there are some not loyal to us anymore.”
“Who Sheepy?”
“You might say he has displeased me lately of such, he seems to have given un-notables information of the highest security, and, as such impertinence cannot be tolerated, he needs to be disposed of.”
“B…But isn’t that… Dangerous? I mean you no offence but isn’t elimination of our own slightly drastic?” Sniper, looking slightly scared by the prospect of the destruction of one of his kind, shuffled back to be covered by the enveloping darkness.
“Do you question me?!?” Ant shouted, showering RBS with his spittle.
“Of course n… not.”
“Good.”
“Now that we have attained why, we may now move on to how. I have heard,” glances over at Goatboy, “that he may be easily lured into a trap, if it involves one of his closer friends…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of part 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
no some are mean
some are nice
there are lots of people in my head
some are nice
there are lots of people in my head
Those voices are they nicer than mine?
when i say we i mean the voices in my head and i
i thought that too but we didnt want to hurt your feelings seeing as you did die n all
it wasnt your week really was it
it wasnt your week really was it
I was Dr. Ingo i was being interactive with the dead Notable Hunter but well i thought my name was well crap so i changed it back :D
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