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"Special Reserve is Under Attack!!! (Full Story)"

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***********************Part 1*******************************

There was a strange peace at Special Reserve HQ after the final ordering date was gone. Any more orders would have to wait until after Christmas, and the staff were enjoying a well deserved break. Except Mr. Snuggly. He was ‘working’ hard posting on the forums, and making sure nothing got out of hand. He was sat in his office, tapping away at his keyboard, surrounded by tinsel and fat blokes in red costumes and white beards (not to mention the Santa’s).

He was blissfully unaware of the terrible events that were about to follow. He had a package thrown at him by Tony, who was delivering the final Christmas paycheques. It was a very bulky package (no funny comments there) with ‘Fragile’ written on it. Snuggly tore it open, and inside was a sheep…

Mr. Snuggly was confused. Was this a joke? Who would send a live, little sheep? Snuggly set the innocent looking sheep down, as it proceeded to pass the (rather smelly) contents of its’ bowel and bladder onto the new carpet. Snuggly posted a new topic about it, and within minutes a reply came from a Just Arrived called ‘No point in a name’. He gave snuggly a warning that the sheep was not what it appeared to be…

Snuggly carefully examined the sheep, and tugged a little at its fur. It began falling off in his hands. He realised this was no sheep! He pulled off all the ‘fur’, which was in fact cotton wool, and the terrible truth was revealed. Underneath the cotton wool was a beard as black as the night, and strapped around the animals underbelly was a stopwatch counting down. Snuggly assumed it wasn’t a novelty stop clock. The curly tail and beard betrayed the animal’s identity. It was Bin Larden the pig, a terrorist fanatic bent on the destruction of the West.

Mr. Snuggly yelled warnings to everyone to get out of the building. The timer showed only one minute until it was the final ‘game over’. All the staff ran for the stairs, and there was a mad rush to escape the building. All the staff made it out, but they continued running from the building, scared that flying debris could hit at any moment. They were lucky to make it out, as the explosion rang through Britain.

Soon emergency services had arrived on the scene. Luckily there were no casualties, but the pride of Special Reserve had been severely hit. As the debris was cleared Mr. Snuggly muttered, “What a waste.”
“Yeah, sacrificing a life trying to harm innocent people.” Tony replied.
“No, I meant all those games in there.” Snuggly said.

Now the forum goers had to put aside all their petty differences. No more arguments about which console was better, or who was a disciple of spam. They had to unite, and stand strong together, to fight not for their country, but for their forum.


****************************Part 2**************************

As news of the terrible attack on Special Reserve spread all over the forums, staff were busy implementing the emergency measures. The backup server was online, and they had secured the stock at a secret underground bunker. They knew that they could not close in these crucial times of January sales, and kids spending Christmas money. However, even as the emergency measures were being implemented, an even greater threat than the now deceased Bin Larden the pig was being readied by the evil terrorists.

The scene of destruction posted all over the UK chat forums’ front page was shocking, and shook many posters. The banner next to it was a questionable attempt at rallying support for Special Reserve. It showed Tony pointing towards the camera, with the text ‘Special Reserve needs YOU! Fight for cheap games and Game A Days!’ The scene and banner had prompted many regulars to visit the scene of the destruction, at what remained of Special Reserve HQ. However, disaster was ready to strike for a second time.

As Cooky arrived, back from the greatest holiday he had ever experienced, he decided to post a quick message on Nintendo’s ‘Worlds Longest Thread’. As he logged onto Ukchatforums.com he noticed the horrifying scene of destruction, and smoking N64 cartridges. He rushed to Special Reserve HQ to see it for himself. As he arrived, he noticed many more, standing, mourning. But in the background was shouting, and anger. Cooky noticed Magma Dragon yelling at Rickoss, and moved to intervene. However, before he could SonicRav was already on the scene, in an attempt to cease Magma Dragons accusations that it was Nintendo forum goers who had orchestrated the attack. In the heat of the moment Rickoss lost his normal cool, and shouted back similar accusations of the Sony fans. Soon, a considerably large crowd had gathered around the pair, and two distinct groups were forming, one on each side, sizing each other up. It looked like there was going to be a riot.

Cooky quickly picked up his mobile, and called me.
“Something big is going down at Special Reserve HQ. It looks like there could be a full scale war with the Sony forum. You gotta get down here, and I mean now!”
I informed the other Nintendo Elite’s, and the six of us met up. However we were too late. Rioting had started. Cars were overturned, and people were crawling away from the scene, bloodied, and in need of medical attention. We had to do something, and fast.

Suddenly a voice boomed out over the carnage.
“STOP!” whoever it was, was booming into a loudspeaker, “Stop all this madness! No one from the forums would ever do this to Special Reserve! We all know this, so why are we fighting? We must unite to be strong in the face of this attack!” By now I had recognized the voice. It was Kid Rock. I stood up from the hiding place behind an overturned car, and walked towards Kid Rock. Slowly, one by one, the rest of the Elite’s did the same. As we approached Kid Rock a group emerged behind him. One by one Triple H, Spike, Longy, Pro Evo, and SSXpro emerged. The six of us locked eyes with the six Sony fans. All was tense for a few moments that seemed to drag on for an eternity. I took one step towards Kid Rock and extended a hand to him. He grasped it and shook. We smiled. I turned around and announced, “From now on petty differences must be put aside. We will stand up and fight as one. Fight for Special Reserve and for the forums!”

In one voice Kid Rock, Triple H, Spike, Longy, Pro Evo and SSXpro declared, “We are the Playstation2 Crew!” and Kid Rock continued, “We will fight with the Nintendo Elite’s to restore peace and order.”

I nodded. “And we, the Nintendo Elite, will strive to protect the future or Special Reserve and the forums. We will fight alongside the Playstation2 Crew and any who will join our quest! Without Special Reserve where would we be?”
“Game or Electronics Boutique probably!” announced a grinning Rickoss. Magma Dragon grinned and the two shook hands to make amends. The crowd cheered. It looked like the forums were united.

Suddenly, a huge explosion rang out behind the wreckage of Special Reserves previous Headquarters…


*************************Part 3*****************************

As the explosion rang out behind the masses, all eyes turned towards it. Mystique ran from the explosion, yelling.
“Get the hell out of here! We’ve gotta get to the stores! They’re going to attack them next!” Everyone scattered. Some were just running to escape the explosions, but others were going to defend Special Reserve.

The Nintendo Elite’s, Playstation2 Crew, and many other forum members rushed to get to the various Special Reserve stores. Spike ran to the nearest vehicle, and began kicking the door. Longy produced his sword, the Longistor, and cut the door straight off. Spike leapt in and proceeded to hotwire the car.
“How did you learn to do that?” I asked him.
“What, haven’t you ever played GTA3?” He replied. Couldn’t argue with that.

In the car with me was Ev][L~Dark, Longy, Tiltawhirl and Spike. We headed straight for the Basildon Superstore, hoping that the terrorist threat had not yet reached it. Other members headed to different stores, in hope of saving them from obliteration. As we reached the Basildon store after a (bumpy) ride in the car, we piled out and into the store. Inside we saw Starlight trying to get his PC fixed by Loki.
“Give us a hand you two! This store is under threat from those terrorists!” Tiltawhirl announced as we burst into the store. That didn’t really help the other shoppers leave in an orderly fashion, as they scrambled for the exit. Loki looked gravely at us. “Wait here, I have to make a phone call.”

We all prepared our weapons, Longy getting out his twin hand crafted pistols, Ev][L~Dark, Tiltawhirl, and I exchanged worried glances as we realized we were severely lacking in firepower, and spike clenched his fists as he put on his lucky knuckle dusters. Loki returned.
“There is something I have to show you.” He said as he pressed a red button on his wristwatch. A lift popped up from the floor. We all got in, and the lift descended. As it reached the bottom, and the doors pulled open we were lost for words. We saw more weapons than we could imagine, and Tony and Mr. Snuggly playing with seemingly normal GBAs. As we approached them I picked up one of the GBAs.
“Don’t touch that!” said Mr. Snuggly irritably “It’s no ordinary Game Boy Advance.” He showed us the screen of the one he was playing.
“I’ve never seen that game before.” Said Ev][L~Dark, as we zoomed into view on the screen. We turned around, and saw a car behind us. The GBA was controlling the car!

As we locked and loaded with our various weapons, an alarm rang through the building.
“It’s started” Said Tony ominously…


************************Part 4******************************

We all rushed back up, now ready for battle. Ev][L~Dark headed straight to the rooftop for a better vantage point to use his sniper rifle from, while I patrolled the car park with Longy.
“Hostiles airborne at 12 o‘clock!” Ev][L~Dark yelled to me.
“They’re just pigeons!” I yelled back to him, but as Longy passed me the binoculars, I saw the true horror of it. It was Osama Bin Pigeon, leading an elite squadron of suicide birds onto the store. Ev][L~Dark picked off one as I scrambled up the fire escape ladder to the roof, Longy close behind. I grabbed the nozzle to my flame thrower and took aim at the oncoming squadron as Ev][L~Dark lined up another kill. Tiltawhirl ran from the other end of the roof, and Longy nodded at him. He knew what he had to do. Tiltawhirl stood on the edge of the roof as Longy pelted towards him. Longy jumped, and Tiltawhirl slammed his fists into his feet, boosting him up high into the air. Longistor gleamed in his hand, as he brought it crashing down on Osama Bin Pigeon. The evil bird was sliced cleanly in two, and Longy began his quick descent. He rolled in mid air, turning, and producing his twin pistols, and shooting down more of the oncoming squadron, as he fell ever closer to almost certain doom. He hit hard, and we all flinched at the sound. We couldn’t be sure he would make it.

Spike ran to Longy, as I scorched the remaining pigeon fanatics. But even as I did so, another wave of terrorists was drawing ever closer. A truck passed by where Longy lay, and a group of burly bearded men jumped out. Spike clenched his fists, and smashed one in the jaw, and he crumpled to the ground. Another came forward, and swiped, but Spike was seeing red. He was going to avenge Longy. He ducked the swipe, and let rip with a combo of viscous punches to the stomach, finishing with a knee to the face, and a brutal uppercut. But as he was finishing the last opponent, another had got behind him, and started pummelling him with punches to the back of the head. As Spike fell, a red dot appeared on the figure’s head. Ev][L~Dark squeezed the trigger and the high velocity bullet ripped straight through the terrorists head. Spike waved a thanks to the crouching Ev][L~Dark, but even as he did so a gunshot went off behind him. Spike spun round to see the final terrorist fall to Longy’s trusty hand crafted pistols, but Longy’s head dropped to the floor, and closed his eyes. Spike ran back to the store with him, where Tony and Mr. Snuggly were waiting with medical supplies.

We weren’t out of the woods yet, and Longy was down, at least for the time being. As I scanned the horizon for anything else suspicious, Tiltawhirl yelled to everyone.
“Everyone! Get over here now! This is bad!”
A huge truck was approaching us, gunmen leaning out the windows, and crouching on the roof, and a massive cannon on the top…

Meanwhile, Triple H, SSXpro and Strafex were speeding down the M25, in pursuit of a terrorist truck, speeding towards the two M25 superstores. While SSXpro steered, Triple H popped his head out the sunroof, and prepared to board the terrorist vehicle. Heads popped out of the military truck, and the terrorists began talking in a foreign tongue as Triple H leapt into the back, smashing his fist into one face, and grabbing another by the scruff of the neck and throwing him out the back of the truck. SSXpro swerved as he saw the body but heard a crunch as the car bumped over the terrorist’s legs. But in the back of the truck, a gun was pulled, and Strafex and SSXpro heard a deadly gunshot. Triple H was thrown from the truck, a wound in his left shoulder. SSXpro slammed on the brakes, and Triple H rolled to a stop just in front of the car. Strafex jumped out and grabbed Triple H, hauling him into the car as the terrorists in the truck armed themselves, and began pummelling the car with lead. SSXpro tried to give chase, but could not keep up when he was trying to swerve the machine gun fire. He had to let the truck go.

“Come in… Come in… Does anyone read me?” Strafex called out on his radio.
“I read you Strafex… It’s Cooky… I’m here with AfroJoe, Kid Rock, and Pro Evo… What’s the situation?”
“Hostile headed your way Cooky… Hope you’ve got some artillery there, ‘cause there’s lots of ‘em coming!”

AfroJoe, Cooky, Kid Rock, and Pro Evo had been to the M25 superstore already, and got tooled up. They were now waiting on the motorway, waiting for the hostile in an ambush…
“Kid Rock, here it comes… are you in position?” Came Cookys voice down the radio.
“I’m ready… are the others in position?”
“Check that Kid Rock… everyone is ready.” AfroJoe Reassured.

The truck approached, and AfroJoe slowly pulled off the hard shoulder as the truck passed him.
“Keep your distance Afro” Kid Rock warned, as the heat tracking sight locked on from the bushes… “On my mark…” Kid Rock reached for the button, and pushed it confidently. “GO!” A missile streaked out from the bushes Kid Rock was hiding in, and Pro Evo ran out from the cover, his pistol by his side. The first truck in the convoy exploded in an inferno. Pro Evo checked the back of the burning vehicle, as agonised screams radiated from it. The smell of scorched flesh and smoke filled the air. As Pro Evo made the final checks to ensure no terrorist had survived, he turned around to see the next truck upon him speeding, but AfroJoe was there, and Pro Evo hopped into the car. They sped off, before pulling off a handbrake turn, and getting out once they were clear of the flaming wreckage. The second truck was held up, and Kid Rock discarded the one shot missile launcher, pulling out his machine gun from his long leather trench coat. He ran to the second truck, firing all the way, as terrorists poured out the back. Many fell to the bullets, but Kid Rock heard the driver door open behind him. He spun around and pulled the trigger.

*Click ckick*
The clip was empty. Kid Rock met the terrorists gaze, as, almost in slow motion, the shotgun was levelled at his head. Blood washed Kid Rocks head, and he recoiled from the shot. The terrorist slowly fell to his knees, a hole between his eyes, and behind him Kid Rock saw AfroJoe, his prized golden magnum clenched in his hand. Meanwhile, Pro Evo had thrown a grenade into the back of the second truck, and he shouted to Kid Rock to run. Kid Rock ran for the motorway barrier, dived, and the explosion threw him over it to cover.

Cooky yelled down the radio “Mission successful! Well done guys!”
The M25 superstores were safe from the terrorist threat, but even as the celebrations commenced, a grave voice came down the radio.

“Guys… Anyone who can hear us… we need backup… if you can get to the Basildon store, get here now. This is the big one.” Sibs’ voice echoed down the radio, as he gravely surveyed the scene unfolding before his very eyes…


***********************Part 5*******************************

More of the huge trucks were rolling ever closer to the Basildon store, as Sibs, Ev][L~Dark, Tiltawhirl and Spike looked on with horror. Mr. Snuggly and Tony were still attending to Longy, and Loki had all but vanished.

“We’re headed your way Sibs!” Yelled Cooky down the radio. “Kid Rock, Pro Evo, and AfroJoe are with me. We’ll be there soon.”
From another location on the M25 came the voice of Strafex. “I’m here with SSXpro and Triple H. We’re near to your position, but Triple H is hit. He needs a medic!”
“Okay, that can be sorted here, just get here, and fast!” I swiftly answered.

Ev][L~Dark was already picking off terrorists who were taking aim from the trucks, and Spike and Tiltawhirl had been back down to the bunker under the store to get some heavy weaponry. I was crouching behind some parked cars for cover, my backpack strapped on, and nozzle ready to spew liquid flame to any that strayed too close. Some terrorists opened fire, and I turned to the target of their bullets. Tiltawhirl and Spike strode out the door, and Tiltawhirl opened fire with his machine gun. Spike ran for cover, and leapt to the car I was cowering behind. I exchanged a worried glance with him, and we nodded at each other. Simultaneously we stood up and opened fire. My flame-thrower shot burning death to nearby terrorists, while spike fired a grenade from his Devastator grenade launcher. The grenade hit the target truck, and an inferno of flame destroyed it, and it’s cargo of weapons and terrorists. We ducked back behind the car, but a whistling noise warned us that all was not well.
“RUN!” Yelled Tiltawhirl to the pair of us, as we fled from our cover moments before a shell from one of the trucks’ artillery cannons hit the car, and transformed it into a shattered wreckage. We all jumped inside the store for cover.

Meanwhile SSXpro was having difficulty negotiating his way to the store, countless trucks were surrounding it, and gunfire riddled the car. Triple H was weak from blood loss, and needed help soon. SSXpro swerved one way then the other, slowly getting closer to the store, but one of the trucks rammed the car, and the three flew over to one side, Ev][L~Dark picked off the driver, and the truck turned hard, and toppled. Just as the three thought they had no chance of making it a siren rang out across the store, and on the roof red lights flashed. Slowly, a huge twin barrel machine gun emerged from the roof. Loki was manning it, and took aim. All fire was aimed at this new threat, and SSXpro managed to drive straight through the store doors, to cover. Triple H, helped by Strafex, walked to Tony and Mr. Snuggly for the medical help they needed, and then Strafex and SSXpro picked up one of the weapons littering the floor. As we heard Loki pummelling the trucks we rushed outside to help. Running into the fray I fired flames at any enemies I encountered, Tiltawhirl let rip with hot lead from his machine gun and Spike toasted enemy groups and trucks with his grenade launcher. Strafex wielded his pump action shotgun, and SSXpro held a pistol in one hand, and an Uzi in the other. As we cut a swathe through the hordes of enemies, we saw that although the store was encircled by the terrorists, the terrorists were now fighting on two fronts. Encircling the terrorists were masses of forum goers, led by Kid Rock, Cooky, Pro Evo, and AfroJoe. As I saw the many forum goers, Kid Rock screwed on the silencer to his pistol, and took aim with the laser sight and Pro Evo laced up his boots. AfroJoe fumbled in his hair for a moment, only to produce a (misleadingly titled) mini gun, and Cooky strapped on his utility belt, each pouch filled with a molotov cocktail.

Kid Rock fired his silenced, laser sighted pistol, and the horde of our new found allies charged. I noticed Rickoss charging, Game Boy in hand ready to thwart all enemies. Unfortunately he fell over. ResEvilFan loaded a deadly mix of canisters into his grenade launcher- fire, ice and acid rounds all in one shot. He fired the deadly concoction at a truck, and the thing exploded into flame, as terrorists ran out screaming from the frostbite, the fire, and the acid eating away their skin. As I turned and burnt more terrorist scum, I noticed Cooky climbing one of the artillery cannons on a truck. It fired, and Cooky clung onto the barrel, edging ever closer to the top. When he did so, he threw one of his deadly cocktails down there and leapt to the adjacent truck, as the last one erupted in flame. As I cautiously approached another truck, I heard a crunch behind me. Pro Evo had dived in and given an enemy a deadly two footed tackle! He ran off again, ready to deliver another bone cruncher to any who got in his way. I opened the door, and fired a quick spurt of flame into the drivers seat, but no one was there. At the back of the truck I heard a whirring noise, and I saw AfroJoe firing countless rounds into the back of the truck, killing off all who remained in there.

Soon, most of the trucks were in flames, and terrorist corpses riddled the stores surroundings. One truck was left, but it seemed abandoned. As we approached it to check, evil laughter roared from it. A hulking great figure emerged from the truck, black armour covering it head to toe, and a huge two handed sword, rune encrusted, in its hands. As the figure raised the helmet, I recognised the face- that grey stubble beard, and harsh but chubby features- it was that rude manager bloke who worked on the Isle Of Wight branch of Game! But hadn’t he grown? He now towered above us all, about 7 and a half feet tall, and as he swung the mighty sword, people were sent flying.

“He’s got the power of the evil Game gold card!” I yelled, as I saw it encrusted in the chest of his dark plate mail armour. A swathe was cut through our ranks, as we tried to retreat. Loki once again opened fire with the machine guns mounted on the stores roof, but the bullets had no effect on the towering form. Ev][L~Dark aimed and fired at the figure, but again there was no effect. As people backed off, Tiltawhirl pulled back on the pump action grip of the machine gun, and pulled the secondary trigger, unleashing a grenade onto the target, but the evil enemy simply stepped through the explosion, and picked up Tiltawhirl by the scruff of the neck. He drew back the sword, and just as he was about to run Tiltawhirl through, a red dot appeared on Tiltawhirl’s shirt, and a bullet cut through the material. Tiltawhirl fell to the floor, as the evil form thrust his sword to where he was holding Tiltawhirl just a few moments earlier. Kid Rock had saved Tilta with his quick aim. Tiltawhirl dove between the enemy’s legs, and rolled behind him, pummelling him with bullets as he backed off. The form turned around, wildly swinging his mighty sword. Everyone opened fire on the figure, but we still did no harm to him.

A yellow flash cut across my vision, and the evil armour clad warrior fell backwards. In his place SonicRav stood, but he had changes- instead of his normal blue spiky style, he had turned yellow, and a mad fire seemed to burn in his eyes. He immediately curled into a ball, spun a few times, and launched himself at the enemy. He hit him straight in the head, and the black helmet jerked back.
“Sonic, you must go for the Game gold card! It is the source of his power!” the wise voice of SSXpro echoed. Sonic unleashed a flurry of punched on his enemy as we looked on in awe. Finally, Sonic dealt a mighty uppercut to his foe, and dove headfirst into the Game gold card, shattering it into twelve shards.

The Game manager fell to the floor, back to his usual, middle-aged, balding and slightly chubby self. The armour clanged to the floor around him, as he tried to lift his mighty sword, but only succeeded in scraping it against the ground.

“We must question him!” yelled Tony, running out to the scene. “these are truth tablets, here give him two of those” he said handing them to the now patched up Triple H. Triple H forced open the mouth of the guy, and stuffed the two pills into his throat, slamming his jaw shut afterwards. He started foaming at the mouth and slumped to the floor. Triple H and many others looked questioningly at Tony.

“oops… wrong tablets.”


*************************Part 6*****************************

As I crept through the catacombs underneath the Game HQ in London, I heard further gunshots from above, from the surface. The PS2 Crew were finishing off the last resistance up on ground level, while I and the rest of the Nintendo Elite members penetrated the underground complex that served as a base for the evil mastermind who led the insane Game fanatics, and their terrorist allies.

As the six of us walked, we felt strange vibrations in the stone… the source was indiscernible, but it could not be ignored. As they grew stronger, we came across a crossroads. There was one dark, dank passage to the right, and an equally dark passage on our left.

“We’ll split up” I whispered, not sure of any danger if I spoke aloud, but feeling as if a thousand eyes turned on me as I uttered those hushed words. I signalled for Cooky and AfroJoe to accompany me, and Ev][L~Dark, Tiltawhirl and Strafex took the left passage, as I hesitantly entered the right one. Almost immediately I wished we had taken the other passage. I heard a click underfoot, and the grating of stone on stone. A stone door creaked down into place behind us. Cooky frantically tried to stop its descent, but to no avail. We were trapped.

Several minutes passed in silent walking, but we all felt uneasy, and the constant gurgling noise, like someone trying to speak while drowning, did not make us feel any more secure.

The passage we walked down slowly broadened out, and soon we were standing in a huge cavern stalactites and stalagmites pointed jaggedly into the open cavern, as if wanting to pierce the openness of this wide space, and choke it as we had felt choked in the claustrophobic passage. As we stepped uncertainly into the more spacious cavern, we gazed in wonderment at the structure. But even as the wonderment wore off, we felt an almost tangible presence of evil enter the cavern. A stalagmite erupted into flying chunks of rocks, and the form that emerged horrified the three of us.

Before us stood a towering form, its head almost touching the ceiling of the cavern, and dwarfing all the remaining stalagmites. As it saw us, three intruders in its realm, fires burned in eyes bigger than a human head, and rage consumed it. Arms lashed out, punishing and shattering nearby stalactites and stalagmites with the awesome strength.

We pulled out weapons and began to pull the triggers futilely. Even as we had started the shooting, we knew that the bullets would not even scratch our foe. But we hoped. Hoped it would fall dead in front of us, and that we would survive this encounter.

As another crash resounded in the distance, the group increased their pace. Ev][L~Dark, Tiltawhirl and Strafex knew that something was happening. A battle. At that time they could not even begin to imagine the magnitude or significance of the battle. They could feel the floor, walls, ceiling, all vibrating at the crashes, and age old dust fell from cracks, and invaded their lungs, choking them, causing splutters and coughs. As they upped the pace further, eventually breaking out into a run, they feared more and more for the lost three. Ev][L~Dark suddenly stopped, and almost fell back on his comrades. The three eyed the scene. The passageway stopped, giving way to a pillar of nothingness. Looking up was black. Not even a hint of light from the surface shone through. Down seemed somehow even darker, although there was an ominous glow from the bottom. But no way up or down. The choice was made for them however. A sudden shudder in the rocky complex sent the three plummeting downwards. Into the black.

The latest swing detached a stalactite from the ceiling, sending it crashing to the ground. Cooky, AfroJoe and I were becoming desperate. We were rapidly running out of hiding places. A noise came from the far end of the cavern. A splash?

I signalled to the others to head to that end. We ran frantically between areas of cover, never knowing if the next crash would signal our doom. Another splash. I ran on, determined to find the source of this noise, and praying it would bring some hope to this confrontation with a being so deadly. As I saw a pool of water I simply continued running, as if I could just pass over its’ surface. A body fell in front of me and smashed the silvery water. Ev][L~Dark? I had no time to think as I fell into the water, and swam for the descending figure. I grabbed at it and pulled it up. The sound of dripping water echoed. I shook Ev][L~Dark into consciousness. Even as he began spluttering, Cooky and AfroJoe were pulling two other forms from the deep pool. Tiltawhirl and Strafex awoke to see a nightmarish figure bearing down on them. It roared. Our ears were filled with the sound, and I closed my eyes, wishing it was over. The six of us felt a warmth. As I opened my eyes, I saw a golden glow. Was I dead? Another roar shattered that thought. The shards we had tied around our necks! They were glowing. The twelve shards of that Game card, taken from the hellish knight we had fought. Twelve. We were only six. We needed the PS2 Crew.

Kid Rock and the others were waiting apprehensively. At first they were bitter. Sibs had insisted they only need clear the Game HQ. The Nintendo Elite were quite capable of dealing with any enemy met in the catacombs, Sibs had arrogantly proclaimed. But they were now growing worried. Why had they been so long. The shards began to glow, and each PS2 Crew member exchanged amazed glances. What could it mean?

Sibs’ shard had joined with Ev][L~Darks, and they in turn had attracted the others, until half the card was complete. The form had been blinded by the glowing cards, but had now overcome the golden glow. It breathed in heavily, and the blew out harshly, sending waves of fire towards us. We had no time. Did not even attempt a dash for the safety of the water. A gold shield flashed. We were alive! The card had protected its owners. Somehow.

As the PS2 Crews half card came together, a golden light surrounded them and a form appeared in their midst. Decidedly human, but gold, head to toe, the form spoke,
“I am Ant. God has bestowed me with this message. You are to fight the hell demon. Sibs and the others are in great peril. I shall take you.”
The floor faded beneath their feet, and they descended, into the depths of the earth. Down the pillar that Ev][L~Dark, Tiltawhirl and Strafex had fallen through, and into the fray.

The six forms seemed to appear from no where behind us, but we did not care. We had hope. I ran to the six, the half card in my hand, and the other half was attracted to it, pulling towards me. The two halves joined. A brilliant light filled the cavern, and all eyes shut. Except our foes. It’s eyes could not bare the light. A scream of anguish shattered rocks, and shook us, falling to the ground. But we could not be harmed. We had the card. It had to protect us. It was our last hope.

High in the caverns, Ant had gone unnoticed. He had delivered his message, but he could not allow this demon to live. Could these twelve defeat it alone?

As we rallied around the monster, and opened up with all our mortal weapons, Ant decided on some ‘Divine Intervention’. A lightning bolt lit up the cavern, and shot through the demon. It flinched. The blood, impure, and blackened though it was, bubbled in its veins. Ant had spent his last ounce of energy in summoning that bolt of glory, and he now crouched, praying that the twelve could defeat the beast. Gunfire flashed, and I realised that the shots still had little effect. We had to get in close. Longy ran at the beast, chopping wildly with his sword at the heel of the demonic creature. Triple H rammed in hard, behind the things’ knee attempting to topple it, and Kid Rock aimed his pistol at the things’ eye, hoping to blind it. Spike went in with his fists, crunching blows against the deity with knuckle dusters and clenched fists. SSX Pro fired wildly at close range with his gun, and Pro Evo attracted the beasts’ attention. While it swiped at Pro Evo, dodging the great hands, it was being pummelled from all sides by the further eleven.

As these twelve united in battle, fighting, ready to die for their cause, something happened. Something unexplainable. The card I was clenching floated away, I barely noticed, but the card began spinning, and the whirring drew my attention to it, but only for a split second. The battle I was engaged in held my attention.

Everything seemed to slow, as a golden flash shone. A gold streak shot across my vision, and I saw a gash cut in the demons neck. More than a gash. The card had streaked right through it. The thing began falling and the head toppled off in the other direction, hitting the ground first. Triple H was lucky to avoid it. We all scampered for cover, heading for the watery pool. As we did so, I noticed Ant. Waiting at the foot of a staircase. Stairs had appeared. Up the column were stairs, spiralling to the surface. How? I wondered. I looked at Ant in amazement, and he simply started up the stairs. I slowly stepped forward, but it quickened to a frantic run.

“GO!” a voice shouted behind me. As I shot a glance behind he, I saw a pool of black hissing liquid flooding the cavern. It was blood. We all ran for our lives knowing that one slip could send us into the vile blood, but too slowly could mean the stuff would catch up to us. The stairs seemed endless, but I never grew weary. Adrenaline pumped in my veins, and my lungs drew each breath steadily.

When we finally reached the top, Ant was waiting. He wasn’t even tired.
“Now do you believe?” Ant asked me.
“there’s a scientific explanation!” I retorted, but even as I did so I realised the argument would not get very far.

I heard Spike declare, “Did you see the way I killed that thing?!?”
“WHAT?!? You never killed it! No Sony fan could kill that! It was me idiot!” Tiltawhirl yelled.

Everything was back to normal…

did you know that me and Darkside XL had protected the Bristol store. many died in the process but it still stands.

Hehe, great stuff Sibs!

I had a big part so I'm happy, nicely done!

:D

I want Ant to read this (at least the final chapter)

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yeah, I thought the last part had a nice dark theme going on... Made a change from the rest of the story I thought...

Good finish to the chapters sibs

nice story sibs.

Blasphemy! The King of story writing is Ant. Or Grix. Or pb. Or me. :-D

But good story, all the same.

I think the king of story writing (Sibs) has done it again...

That post had 624o words.
Jeezus....

This topic contains ALL parts of the 'SR under Attack' Story, including the long awaited final episode, Part 6.

If you just want to read one part, just scroll down till you dind that part.

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***********************Part 1*******************************

There was a strange peace at Special Reserve HQ after the final ordering date was gone. Any more orders would have to wait until after Christmas, and the staff were enjoying a well deserved break. Except Mr. Snuggly. He was ‘working’ hard posting on the forums, and making sure nothing got out of hand. He was sat in his office, tapping away at his keyboard, surrounded by tinsel and fat blokes in red costumes and white beards (not to mention the Santa’s).

He was blissfully unaware of the terrible events that were about to follow. He had a package thrown at him by Tony, who was delivering the final Christmas paycheques. It was a very bulky package (no funny comments there) with ‘Fragile’ written on it. Snuggly tore it open, and inside was a sheep…

Mr. Snuggly was confused. Was this a joke? Who would send a live, little sheep? Snuggly set the innocent looking sheep down, as it proceeded to pass the (rather smelly) contents of its’ bowel and bladder onto the new carpet. Snuggly posted a new topic about it, and within minutes a reply came from a Just Arrived called ‘No point in a name’. He gave snuggly a warning that the sheep was not what it appeared to be…

Snuggly carefully examined the sheep, and tugged a little at its fur. It began falling off in his hands. He realised this was no sheep! He pulled off all the ‘fur’, which was in fact cotton wool, and the terrible truth was revealed. Underneath the cotton wool was a beard as black as the night, and strapped around the animals underbelly was a stopwatch counting down. Snuggly assumed it wasn’t a novelty stop clock. The curly tail and beard betrayed the animal’s identity. It was Bin Larden the pig, a terrorist fanatic bent on the destruction of the West.

Mr. Snuggly yelled warnings to everyone to get out of the building. The timer showed only one minute until it was the final ‘game over’. All the staff ran for the stairs, and there was a mad rush to escape the building. All the staff made it out, but they continued running from the building, scared that flying debris could hit at any moment. They were lucky to make it out, as the explosion rang through Britain.

Soon emergency services had arrived on the scene. Luckily there were no casualties, but the pride of Special Reserve had been severely hit. As the debris was cleared Mr. Snuggly muttered, “What a waste.”
“Yeah, sacrificing a life trying to harm innocent people.” Tony replied.
“No, I meant all those games in there.” Snuggly said.

Now the forum goers had to put aside all their petty differences. No more arguments about which console was better, or who was a disciple of spam. They had to unite, and stand strong together, to fight not for their country, but for their forum.


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As news of the terrible attack on Special Reserve spread all over the forums, staff were busy implementing the emergency measures. The backup server was online, and they had secured the stock at a secret underground bunker. They knew that they could not close in these crucial times of January sales, and kids spending Christmas money. However, even as the emergency measures were being implemented, an even greater threat than the now deceased Bin Larden the pig was being readied by the evil terrorists.

The scene of destruction posted all over the UK chat forums’ front page was shocking, and shook many posters. The banner next to it was a questionable attempt at rallying support for Special Reserve. It showed Tony pointing towards the camera, with the text ‘Special Reserve needs YOU! Fight for cheap games and Game A Days!’ The scene and banner had prompted many regulars to visit the scene of the destruction, at what remained of Special Reserve HQ. However, disaster was ready to strike for a second time.

As Cooky arrived, back from the greatest holiday he had ever experienced, he decided to post a quick message on Nintendo’s ‘Worlds Longest Thread’. As he logged onto Ukchatforums.com he noticed the horrifying scene of destruction, and smoking N64 cartridges. He rushed to Special Reserve HQ to see it for himself. As he arrived, he noticed many more, standing, mourning. But in the background was shouting, and anger. Cooky noticed Magma Dragon yelling at Rickoss, and moved to intervene. However, before he could SonicRav was already on the scene, in an attempt to cease Magma Dragons accusations that it was Nintendo forum goers who had orchestrated the attack. In the heat of the moment Rickoss lost his normal cool, and shouted back similar accusations of the Sony fans. Soon, a considerably large crowd had gathered around the pair, and two distinct groups were forming, one on each side, sizing each other up. It looked like there was going to be a riot.

Cooky quickly picked up his mobile, and called me.
“Something big is going down at Special Reserve HQ. It looks like there could be a full scale war with the Sony forum. You gotta get down here, and I mean now!”
I informed the other Nintendo Elite’s, and the six of us met up. However we were too late. Rioting had started. Cars were overturned, and people were crawling away from the scene, bloodied, and in need of medical attention. We had to do something, and fast.

Suddenly a voice boomed out over the carnage.
“STOP!” whoever it was, was booming into a loudspeaker, “Stop all this madness! No one from the forums would ever do this to Special Reserve! We all know this, so why are we fighting? We must unite to be strong in the face of this attack!” By now I had recognized the voice. It was Kid Rock. I stood up from the hiding place behind an overturned car, and walked towards Kid Rock. Slowly, one by one, the rest of the Elite’s did the same. As we approached Kid Rock a group emerged behind him. One by one Triple H, Spike, Longy, Pro Evo, and SSXpro emerged. The six of us locked eyes with the six Sony fans. All was tense for a few moments that seemed to drag on for an eternity. I took one step towards Kid Rock and extended a hand to him. He grasped it and shook. We smiled. I turned around and announced, “From now on petty differences must be put aside. We will stand up and fight as one. Fight for Special Reserve and for the forums!”

In one voice Kid Rock, Triple H, Spike, Longy, Pro Evo and SSXpro declared, “We are the Playstation2 Crew!” and Kid Rock continued, “We will fight with the Nintendo Elite’s to restore peace and order.”

I nodded. “And we, the Nintendo Elite, will strive to protect the future or Special Reserve and the forums. We will fight alongside the Playstation2 Crew and any who will join our quest! Without Special Reserve where would we be?”
“Game or Electronics Boutique probably!” announced a grinning Rickoss. Magma Dragon grinned and the two shook hands to make amends. The crowd cheered. It looked like the forums were united.

Suddenly, a huge explosion rang out behind the wreckage of Special Reserves previous Headquarters…


*************************Part 3*****************************

As the explosion rang out behind the masses, all eyes turned towards it. Mystique ran from the explosion, yelling.
“Get the hell out of here! We’ve gotta get to the stores! They’re going to attack them next!” Everyone scattered. Some were just running to escape the explosions, but others were going to defend Special Reserve.

The Nintendo Elite’s, Playstation2 Crew, and many other forum members rushed to get to the various Special Reserve stores. Spike ran to the nearest vehicle, and began kicking the door. Longy produced his sword, the Longistor, and cut the door straight off. Spike leapt in and proceeded to hotwire the car.
“How did you learn to do that?” I asked him.
“What, haven’t you ever played GTA3?” He replied. Couldn’t argue with that.

In the car with me was Ev][L~Dark, Longy, Tiltawhirl and Spike. We headed straight for the Basildon Superstore, hoping that the terrorist threat had not yet reached it. Other members headed to different stores, in hope of saving them from obliteration. As we reached the Basildon store after a (bumpy) ride in the car, we piled out and into the store. Inside we saw Starlight trying to get his PC fixed by Loki.
“Give us a hand you two! This store is under threat from those terrorists!” Tiltawhirl announced as we burst into the store. That didn’t really help the other shoppers leave in an orderly fashion, as they scrambled for the exit. Loki looked gravely at us. “Wait here, I have to make a phone call.”

We all prepared our weapons, Longy getting out his twin hand crafted pistols, Ev][L~Dark, Tiltawhirl, and I exchanged worried glances as we realized we were severely lacking in firepower, and spike clenched his fists as he put on his lucky knuckle dusters. Loki returned.
“There is something I have to show you.” He said as he pressed a red button on his wristwatch. A lift popped up from the floor. We all got in, and the lift descended. As it reached the bottom, and the doors pulled open we were lost for words. We saw more weapons than we could imagine, and Tony and Mr. Snuggly playing with seemingly normal GBAs. As we approached them I picked up one of the GBAs.
“Don’t touch that!” said Mr. Snuggly irritably “It’s no ordinary Game Boy Advance.” He showed us the screen of the one he was playing.
“I’ve never seen that game before.” Said Ev][L~Dark, as we zoomed into view on the screen. We turned around, and saw a car behind us. The GBA was controlling the car!

As we locked and loaded with our various weapons, an alarm rang through the building.
“It’s started” Said Tony ominously…


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We all rushed back up, now ready for battle. Ev][L~Dark headed straight to the rooftop for a better vantage point to use his sniper rifle from, while I patrolled the car park with Longy.
“Hostiles airborne at 12 o‘clock!” Ev][L~Dark yelled to me.
“They’re just pigeons!” I yelled back to him, but as Longy passed me the binoculars, I saw the true horror of it. It was Osama Bin Pigeon, leading an elite squadron of suicide birds onto the store. Ev][L~Dark picked off one as I scrambled up the fire escape ladder to the roof, Longy close behind. I grabbed the nozzle to my flame thrower and took aim at the oncoming squadron as Ev][L~Dark lined up another kill. Tiltawhirl ran from the other end of the roof, and Longy nodded at him. He knew what he had to do. Tiltawhirl stood on the edge of the roof as Longy pelted towards him. Longy jumped, and Tiltawhirl slammed his fists into his feet, boosting him up high into the air. Longistor gleamed in his hand, as he brought it crashing down on Osama Bin Pigeon. The evil bird was sliced cleanly in two, and Longy began his quick descent. He rolled in mid air, turning, and producing his twin pistols, and shooting down more of the oncoming squadron, as he fell ever closer to almost certain doom. He hit hard, and we all flinched at the sound. We couldn’t be sure he would make it.

Spike ran to Longy, as I scorched the remaining pigeon fanatics. But even as I did so, another wave of terrorists was drawing ever closer. A truck passed by where Longy lay, and a group of burly bearded men jumped out. Spike clenched his fists, and smashed one in the jaw, and he crumpled to the ground. Another came forward, and swiped, but Spike was seeing red. He was going to avenge Longy. He ducked the swipe, and let rip with a combo of viscous punches to the stomach, finishing with a knee to the face, and a brutal uppercut. But as he was finishing the last opponent, another had got behind him, and started pummelling him with punches to the back of the head. As Spike fell, a red dot appeared on the figure’s head. Ev][L~Dark squeezed the trigger and the high velocity bullet ripped straight through the terrorists head. Spike waved a thanks to the crouching Ev][L~Dark, but even as he did so a gunshot went off behind him. Spike spun round to see the final terrorist fall to Longy’s trusty hand crafted pistols, but Longy’s head dropped to the floor, and closed his eyes. Spike ran back to the store with him, where Tony and Mr. Snuggly were waiting with medical supplies.

We weren’t out of the woods yet, and Longy was down, at least for the time being. As I scanned the horizon for anything else suspicious, Tiltawhirl yelled to everyone.
“Everyone! Get over here now! This is bad!”
A huge truck was approaching us, gunmen leaning out the windows, and crouching on the roof, and a massive cannon on the top…

Meanwhile, Triple H, SSXpro and Strafex were speeding down the M25, in pursuit of a terrorist truck, speeding towards the two M25 superstores. While SSXpro steered, Triple H popped his head out the sunroof, and prepared to board the terrorist vehicle. Heads popped out of the military truck, and the terrorists began talking in a foreign tongue as Triple H leapt into the back, smashing his fist into one face, and grabbing another by the scruff of the neck and throwing him out the back of the truck. SSXpro swerved as he saw the body but heard a crunch as the car bumped over the terrorist’s legs. But in the back of the truck, a gun was pulled, and Strafex and SSXpro heard a deadly gunshot. Triple H was thrown from the truck, a wound in his left shoulder. SSXpro slammed on the brakes, and Triple H rolled to a stop just in front of the car. Strafex jumped out and grabbed Triple H, hauling him into the car as the terrorists in the truck armed themselves, and began pummelling the car with lead. SSXpro tried to give chase, but could not keep up when he was trying to swerve the machine gun fire. He had to let the truck go.

“Come in… Come in… Does anyone read me?” Strafex called out on his radio.
“I read you Strafex… It’s Cooky… I’m here with AfroJoe, Kid Rock, and Pro Evo… What’s the situation?”
“Hostile headed your way Cooky… Hope you’ve got some artillery there, ‘cause there’s lots of ‘em coming!”

AfroJoe, Cooky, Kid Rock, and Pro Evo had been to the M25 superstore already, and got tooled up. They were now waiting on the motorway, waiting for the hostile in an ambush…
“Kid Rock, here it comes… are you in position?” Came Cookys voice down the radio.
“I’m ready… are the others in position?”
“Check that Kid Rock… everyone is ready.” AfroJoe Reassured.

The truck approached, and AfroJoe slowly pulled off the hard shoulder as the truck passed him.
“Keep your distance Afro” Kid Rock warned, as the heat tracking sight locked on from the bushes… “On my mark…” Kid Rock reached for the button, and pushed it confidently. “GO!” A missile streaked out from the bushes Kid Rock was hiding in, and Pro Evo ran out from the cover, his pistol by his side. The first truck in the convoy exploded in an inferno. Pro Evo checked the back of the burning vehicle, as agonised screams radiated from it. The smell of scorched flesh and smoke filled the air. As Pro Evo made the final checks to ensure no terrorist had survived, he turned around to see the next truck upon him speeding, but AfroJoe was there, and Pro Evo hopped into the car. They sped off, before pulling off a handbrake turn, and getting out once they were clear of the flaming wreckage. The second truck was held up, and Kid Rock discarded the one shot missile launcher, pulling out his machine gun from his long leather trench coat. He ran to the second truck, firing all the way, as terrorists poured out the back. Many fell to the bullets, but Kid Rock heard the driver door open behind him. He spun around and pulled the trigger.

*Click ckick*
The clip was empty. Kid Rock met the terrorists gaze, as, almost in slow motion, the shotgun was levelled at his head. Blood washed Kid Rocks head, and he recoiled from the shot. The terrorist slowly fell to his knees, a hole between his eyes, and behind him Kid Rock saw AfroJoe, his prized golden magnum clenched in his hand. Meanwhile, Pro Evo had thrown a grenade into the back of the second truck, and he shouted to Kid Rock to run. Kid Rock ran for the motorway barrier, dived, and the explosion threw him over it to cover.

Cooky yelled down the radio “Mission successful! Well done guys!”
The M25 superstores were safe from the terrorist threat, but even as the celebrations commenced, a grave voice came down the radio.

“Guys… Anyone who can hear us… we need backup… if you can get to the Basildon store, get here now. This is the big one.” Sibs’ voice echoed down the radio, as he gravely surveyed the scene unfolding before his very eyes…


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More of the huge trucks were rolling ever closer to the Basildon store, as Sibs, Ev][L~Dark, Tiltawhirl and Spike looked on with horror. Mr. Snuggly and Tony were still attending to Longy, and Loki had all but vanished.

“We’re headed your way Sibs!” Yelled Cooky down the radio. “Kid Rock, Pro Evo, and AfroJoe are with me. We’ll be there soon.”
From another location on the M25 came the voice of Strafex. “I’m here with SSXpro and Triple H. We’re near to your position, but Triple H is hit. He needs a medic!”
“Okay, that can be sorted here, just get here, and fast!” I swiftly answered.

Ev][L~Dark was already picking off terrorists who were taking aim from the trucks, and Spike and Tiltawhirl had been back down to the bunker under the store to get some heavy weaponry. I was crouching behind some parked cars for cover, my backpack strapped on, and nozzle ready to spew liquid flame to any that strayed too close. Some terrorists opened fire, and I turned to the target of their bullets. Tiltawhirl and Spike strode out the door, and Tiltawhirl opened fire with his machine gun. Spike ran for cover, and leapt to the car I was cowering behind. I exchanged a worried glance with him, and we nodded at each other. Simultaneously we stood up and opened fire. My flame-thrower shot burning death to nearby terrorists, while spike fired a grenade from his Devastator grenade launcher. The grenade hit the target truck, and an inferno of flame destroyed it, and it’s cargo of weapons and terrorists. We ducked back behind the car, but a whistling noise warned us that all was not well.
“RUN!” Yelled Tiltawhirl to the pair of us, as we fled from our cover moments before a shell from one of the trucks’ artillery cannons hit the car, and transformed it into a shattered wreckage. We all jumped inside the store for cover.

Meanwhile SSXpro was having difficulty negotiating his way to the store, countless trucks were surrounding it, and gunfire riddled the car. Triple H was weak from blood loss, and needed help soon. SSXpro swerved one way then the other, slowly getting closer to the store, but one of the trucks rammed the car, and the three flew over to one side, Ev][L~Dark picked off the driver, and the truck turned hard, and toppled. Just as the three thought they had no chance of making it a siren rang out across the store, and on the roof red lights flashed. Slowly, a huge twin barrel machine gun emerged from the roof. Loki was manning it, and took aim. All fire was aimed at this new threat, and SSXpro managed to drive straight through the store doors, to cover. Triple H, helped by Strafex, walked to Tony and Mr. Snuggly for the medical help they needed, and then Strafex and SSXpro picked up one of the weapons littering the floor. As we heard Loki pummelling the trucks we rushed outside to help. Running into the fray I fired flames at any enemies I encountered, Tiltawhirl let rip with hot lead from his machine gun and Spike toasted enemy groups and trucks with his grenade launcher. Strafex wielded his pump action shotgun, and SSXpro held a pistol in one hand, and an Uzi in the other. As we cut a swathe through the hordes of enemies, we saw that although the store was encircled by the terrorists, the terrorists were now fighting on two fronts. Encircling the terrorists were masses of forum goers, led by Kid Rock, Cooky, Pro Evo, and AfroJoe. As I saw the many forum goers, Kid Rock screwed on the silencer to his pistol, and took aim with the laser sight and Pro Evo laced up his boots. AfroJoe fumbled in his hair for a moment, only to produce a (misleadingly titled) mini gun, and Cooky strapped on his utility belt, each pouch filled with a molotov cocktail.

Kid Rock fired his silenced, laser sighted pistol, and the horde of our new found allies charged. I noticed Rickoss charging, Game Boy in hand ready to thwart all enemies. Unfortunately he fell over. ResEvilFan loaded a deadly mix of canisters into his grenade launcher- fire, ice and acid rounds all in one shot. He fired the deadly concoction at a truck, and the thing exploded into flame, as terrorists ran out screaming from the frostbite, the fire, and the acid eating away their skin. As I turned and burnt more terrorist scum, I noticed Cooky climbing one of the artillery cannons on a truck. It fired, and Cooky clung onto the barrel, edging ever closer to the top. When he did so, he threw one of his deadly cocktails down there and leapt to the adjacent truck, as the last one erupted in flame. As I cautiously approached another truck, I heard a crunch behind me. Pro Evo had dived in and given an enemy a deadly two footed tackle! He ran off again, ready to deliver another bone cruncher to any who got in his way. I opened the door, and fired a quick spurt of flame into the drivers seat, but no one was there. At the back of the truck I heard a whirring noise, and I saw AfroJoe firing countless rounds into the back of the truck, killing off all who remained in there.

Soon, most of the trucks were in flames, and terrorist corpses riddled the stores surroundings. One truck was left, but it seemed abandoned. As we approached it to check, evil laughter roared from it. A hulking great figure emerged from the truck, black armour covering it head to toe, and a huge two handed sword, rune encrusted, in its hands. As the figure raised the helmet, I recognised the face- that grey stubble beard, and harsh but chubby features- it was that rude manager bloke who worked on the Isle Of Wight branch of Game! But hadn’t he grown? He now towered above us all, about 7 and a half feet tall, and as he swung the mighty sword, people were sent flying.

“He’s got the power of the evil Game gold card!” I yelled, as I saw it encrusted in the chest of his dark plate mail armour. A swathe was cut through our ranks, as we tried to retreat. Loki once again opened fire with the machine guns mounted on the stores roof, but the bullets had no effect on the towering form. Ev][L~Dark aimed and fired at the figure, but again there was no effect. As people backed off, Tiltawhirl pulled back on the pump action grip of the machine gun, and pulled the secondary trigger, unleashing a grenade onto the target, but the evil enemy simply stepped through the explosion, and picked up Tiltawhirl by the scruff of the neck. He drew back the sword, and just as he was about to run Tiltawhirl through, a red dot appeared on Tiltawhirl’s shirt, and a bullet cut through the material. Tiltawhirl fell to the floor, as the evil form thrust his sword to where he was holding Tiltawhirl just a few moments earlier. Kid Rock had saved Tilta with his quick aim. Tiltawhirl dove between the enemy’s legs, and rolled behind him, pummelling him with bullets as he backed off. The form turned around, wildly swinging his mighty sword. Everyone opened fire on the figure, but we still did no harm to him.

A yellow flash cut across my vision, and the evil armour clad warrior fell backwards. In his place SonicRav stood, but he had changes- instead of his normal blue spiky style, he had turned yellow, and a mad fire seemed to burn in his eyes. He immediately curled into a ball, spun a few times, and launched himself at the enemy. He hit him straight in the head, and the black helmet jerked back.
“Sonic, you must go for the Game gold card! It is the source of his power!” the wise voice of SSXpro echoed. Sonic unleashed a flurry of punched on his enemy as we looked on in awe. Finally, Sonic dealt a mighty uppercut to his foe, and dove headfirst into the Game gold card, shattering it into twelve shards.

The Game manager fell to the floor, back to his usual, middle-aged, balding and slightly chubby self. The armour clanged to the floor around him, as he tried to lift his mighty sword, but only succeeded in scraping it against the ground.

“We must question him!” yelled Tony, running out to the scene. “these are truth tablets, here give him two of those” he said handing them to the now patched up Triple H. Triple H forced open the mouth of the guy, and stuffed the two pills into his throat, slamming his jaw shut afterwards. He started foaming at the mouth and slumped to the floor. Triple H and many others looked questioningly at Tony.

“oops… wrong tablets.”


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As I crept through the catacombs underneath the Game HQ in London, I heard further gunshots from above, from the surface. The PS2 Crew were finishing off the last resistance up on ground level, while I and the rest of the Nintendo Elite members penetrated the underground complex that served as a base for the evil mastermind who led the insane Game fanatics, and their terrorist allies.

As the six of us walked, we felt strange vibrations in the stone… the source was indiscernible, but it could not be ignored. As they grew stronger, we came across a crossroads. There was one dark, dank passage to the right, and an equally dark passage on our left.

“We’ll split up” I whispered, not sure of any danger if I spoke aloud, but feeling as if a thousand eyes turned on me as I uttered those hushed words. I signalled for Cooky and AfroJoe to accompany me, and Ev][L~Dark, Tiltawhirl and Strafex took the left passage, as I hesitantly entered the right one. Almost immediately I wished we had taken the other passage. I heard a click underfoot, and the grating of stone on stone. A stone door creaked down into place behind us. Cooky frantically tried to stop its descent, but to no avail. We were trapped.

Several minutes passed in silent walking, but we all felt uneasy, and the constant gurgling noise, like someone trying to speak while drowning, did not make us feel any more secure.

The passage we walked down slowly broadened out, and soon we were standing in a huge cavern stalactites and stalagmites pointed jaggedly into the open cavern, as if wanting to pierce the openness of this wide space, and choke it as we had felt choked in the claustrophobic passage. As we stepped uncertainly into the more spacious cavern, we gazed in wonderment at the structure. But even as the wonderment wore off, we felt an almost tangible presence of evil enter the cavern. A stalagmite erupted into flying chunks of rocks, and the form that emerged horrified the three of us.

Before us stood a towering form, its head almost touching the ceiling of the cavern, and dwarfing all the remaining stalagmites. As it saw us, three intruders in its realm, fires burned in eyes bigger than a human head, and rage consumed it. Arms lashed out, punishing and shattering nearby stalactites and stalagmites with the awesome strength.

We pulled out weapons and began to pull the triggers futilely. Even as we had started the shooting, we knew that the bullets would not even scratch our foe. But we hoped. Hoped it would fall dead in front of us, and that we would survive this encounter.

As another crash resounded in the distance, the group increased their pace. Ev][L~Dark, Tiltawhirl and Strafex knew that something was happening. A battle. At that time they could not even begin to imagine the magnitude or significance of the battle. They could feel the floor, walls, ceiling, all vibrating at the crashes, and age old dust fell from cracks, and invaded their lungs, choking them, causing splutters and coughs. As they upped the pace further, eventually breaking out into a run, they feared more and more for the lost three. Ev][L~Dark suddenly stopped, and almost fell back on his comrades. The three eyed the scene. The passageway stopped, giving way to a pillar of nothingness. Looking up was black. Not even a hint of light from the surface shone through. Down seemed somehow even darker, although there was an ominous glow from the bottom. But no way up or down. The choice was made for them however. A sudden shudder in the rocky complex sent the three plummeting downwards. Into the black.

The latest swing detached a stalactite from the ceiling, sending it crashing to the ground. Cooky, AfroJoe and I were becoming desperate. We were rapidly running out of hiding places. A noise came from the far end of the cavern. A splash?

I signalled to the others to head to that end. We ran frantically between areas of cover, never knowing if the next crash would signal our doom. Another splash. I ran on, determined to find the source of this noise, and praying it would bring some hope to this confrontation with a being so deadly. As I saw a pool of water I simply continued running, as if I could just pass over its’ surface. A body fell in front of me and smashed the silvery water. Ev][L~Dark? I had no time to think as I fell into the water, and swam for the descending figure. I grabbed at it and pulled it up. The sound of dripping water echoed. I shook Ev][L~Dark into consciousness. Even as he began spluttering, Cooky and AfroJoe were pulling two other forms from the deep pool. Tiltawhirl and Strafex awoke to see a nightmarish figure bearing down on them. It roared. Our ears were filled with the sound, and I closed my eyes, wishing it was over. The six of us felt a warmth. As I opened my eyes, I saw a golden glow. Was I dead? Another roar shattered that thought. The shards we had tied around our necks! They were glowing. The twelve shards of that Game card, taken from the hellish knight we had fought. Twelve. We were only six. We needed the PS2 Crew.

Kid Rock and the others were waiting apprehensively. At first they were bitter. Sibs had insisted they only need clear the Game HQ. The Nintendo Elite were quite capable of dealing with any enemy met in the catacombs, Sibs had arrogantly proclaimed. But they were now growing worried. Why had they been so long. The shards began to glow, and each PS2 Crew member exchanged amazed glances. What could it mean?

Sibs’ shard had joined with Ev][L~Darks, and they in turn had attracted the others, until half the card was complete. The form had been blinded by the glowing cards, but had now overcome the golden glow. It breathed in heavily, and the blew out harshly, sending waves of fire towards us. We had no time. Did not even attempt a dash for the safety of the water. A gold shield flashed. We were alive! The card had protected its owners. Somehow.

As the PS2 Crews half card came together, a golden light surrounded them and a form appeared in their midst. Decidedly human, but gold, head to toe, the form spoke,
“I am Ant. God has bestowed me with this message. You are to fight the hell demon. Sibs and the others are in great peril. I shall take you.”
The floor faded beneath their feet, and they descended, into the depths of the earth. Down the pillar that Ev][L~Dark, Tiltawhirl and Strafex had fallen through, and into the fray.

The six forms seemed to appear from no where behind us, but we did not care. We had hope. I ran to the six, the half card in my hand, and the other half was attracted to it, pulling towards me. The two halves joined. A brilliant light filled the cavern, and all eyes shut. Except our foes. It’s eyes could not bare the light. A scream of anguish shattered rocks, and shook us, falling to the ground. But we could not be harmed. We had the card. It had to protect us. It was our last hope.

High in the caverns, Ant had gone unnoticed. He had delivered his message, but he could not allow this demon to live. Could these twelve defeat it alone?

As we rallied around the monster, and opened up with all our mortal weapons, Ant decided on some ‘Divine Intervention’. A lightning bolt lit up the cavern, and shot through the demon. It flinched. The blood, impure, and blackened though it was, bubbled in its veins. Ant had spent his last ounce of energy in summoning that bolt of glory, and he now crouched, praying that the twelve could defeat the beast. Gunfire flashed, and I realised that the shots still had little effect. We had to get in close. Longy ran at the beast, chopping wildly with his sword at the heel of the demonic creature. Triple H rammed in hard, behind the things’ knee attempting to topple it, and Kid Rock aimed his pistol at the things’ eye, hoping to blind it. Spike went in with his fists, crunching blows against the deity with knuckle dusters and clenched fists. SSX Pro fired wildly at close range with his gun, and Pro Evo attracted the beasts’ attention. While it swiped at Pro Evo, dodging the great hands, it was being pummelled from all sides by the further eleven.

As these twelve united in battle, fighting, ready to die for their cause, something happened. Something unexplainable. The card I was clenching floated away, I barely noticed, but the card began spinning, and the whirring drew my attention to it, but only for a split second. The battle I was engaged in held my attention.

Everything seemed to slow, as a golden flash shone. A gold streak shot across my vision, and I saw a gash cut in the demons neck. More than a gash. The card had streaked right through it. The thing began falling and the head toppled off in the other direction, hitting the ground first. Triple H was lucky to avoid it. We all scampered for cover, heading for the watery pool. As we did so, I noticed Ant. Waiting at the foot of a staircase. Stairs had appeared. Up the column were stairs, spiralling to the surface. How? I wondered. I looked at Ant in amazement, and he simply started up the stairs. I slowly stepped forward, but it quickened to a frantic run.

“GO!” a voice shouted behind me. As I shot a glance behind he, I saw a pool of black hissing liquid flooding the cavern. It was blood. We all ran for our lives knowing that one slip could send us into the vile blood, but too slowly could mean the stuff would catch up to us. The stairs seemed endless, but I never grew weary. Adrenaline pumped in my veins, and my lungs drew each breath steadily.

When we finally reached the top, Ant was waiting. He wasn’t even tired.
“Now do you believe?” Ant asked me.
“there’s a scientific explanation!” I retorted, but even as I did so I realised the argument would not get very far.

I heard Spike declare, “Did you see the way I killed that thing?!?”
“WHAT?!? You never killed it! No Sony fan could kill that! It was me idiot!” Tiltawhirl yelled.

Everything was back to normal…