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The final stroke of the clock hit and a large beacon sounded as the Notable vote had come to a climax. For what had been building up for 14 hours during the day, it had now come to a finish, and the best had been seperated from the worst.
"But like that's what's gonna happen, right?", says a tall, but well-built early-20-year old man, as he clicks a few buttons on his mouse. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
"The greatest trick the devil did was convincing the world he didn't exist." is heard in the background, as a slightly large, young teenager is sitting at his television, watching a film. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
We next see a near-20s teenager staring at his PS2, as he frantically presses the buttons. "Damn!", he exlaims as "Game Over" appears on the screen. The final stroke of the clock hit and a large beacon sounded as the Notable vote had come to a climax. For what had been building up for 14 hours during the day, it had now come to a finish, and the best had been seperated from the worst.
"But like that's what's gonna happen, right?", says a tall, but well-built early-20-year old man, as he clicks a few buttons on his mouse. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
"The greatest trick the devil did was convincing the world he didn't exist." is heard in the background, as a slightly large, young teenager is sitting at his television, watching a film. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
We next see a small, blue and spikey-haired hedgehog in the midst of a cloud of smoke. His shoes set on fire and he stamps them out promptly. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
A knock is heard at the door and a head emerges from a scanner, which is spewing out reems of white light all over the room. "Just a sec.", she states and presses a button on her printer. Sheets begin printing out, with an obscure looking shape on them. She goes over to the door and answers it.
"Your Honour, you're coming with us, by the order of Tony Rainbird and Alistair Gray.", announced an army of men in black, padded suits, equipped with large guns and extremely prominent beards.
"Stryke, you're coming with us, by the order of Tony Rainbird and Alistair Gray.", announced an army of men in black, padded suits, equipped with large guns and extremely prominent beards.
"ssxpro, you're coming with us, by the order of Tony Rainbird and Alistair Gray.", announced an army of men in black, padded suits, equipped with large guns and extremely prominent beards.
"SonicRav, you're coming with us, by the order of Tony Rainbird and Alistair Gray.", announced an army of men in black, padded suits, equipped with large guns and extremely prominent beards.
"Mystique, you're coming with us, by the order of Tony Rainbird and Alistair Gray.", announced an army of men in black, padded suits, equipped with large guns and extremely prominent beards."
5 seperate, yet large vehicles pull up at a run-down site, which looks to be a factory. The keys in the ignition are turned and pulled out. These five have their blindfolds removed and are shoved over to five different spaces, over a 10 meter runway.
"You all should know why you're here. You have all made it into the Top 5 for becoming Notable, and we just took Mystique here for the reason that she's been photocopying her breasts. Stryke - you're also here for having a beard that surpasses the legal length, so we will take care of that.", announced a large, but well-built soldier, with a gun in hand, and several foot soldiers behind him.
Stryke looks down in shame as the others suddenly gawk at him. When he looks back up, they all look in different directions, for some obscure reason.
"We are going to find out who the Notable is right now, but first, this..."
5 tubes come down, and consume the 5 participants. They are spun around sucked up the tube. Seconds later, they re-appear and we see ssxpro and Your Honour as normal, but the rest have something different about them which we can't put our finger on.
"How dare you take away my smugness? Get me a mirror quickly...", requests Stryke.
He is handed a mirror and stares into it. So THIS is what the rest of the world look like! He tries to look smug, but ends up looking very much like a sadist.
"You may have taken away my smugness, but I still have my lovely be..."
Stryke goes to feel for his beard, and his brain clicks that he is corressing thin air.
"Ahhhh! I'm weak without my beard!"
"Quiet down, beardy one, you'll have your say lat..."
"My boobs! Where are they?", interupts Mystique.
She looks down, and feels her chest, which is flat. The others stare in shocked amazement.
"There goes my internet "business"..."
Mystique breaks down into tears and is interrupted by SonicRav.
"My hair - it's...curly! How dare you? And I have skin...and I have sneakers. Those shoes were corrective - they had a bloody purpose!"
"Shhh now, all of you! Do you want to know who the Notable is or not?"
They grudgingly agree.
"Now, all raise your arms in the air, and we will present the task to you all."
5 gunmen walk onto 5 seperate platforms, lift, click their guns and aim.
"Wait, wait, wait! If you're going to kill us, can you digitally remake my beard in the movie?", asks Stryke.
"Yes, yes, if you really must. Ready men? Fire!"
The men shoot their guns and suddenly, life goes into a spectrum of slow motion, flying bullets and blood. When they are next aware of what's going on, the gunmen throw down their guns in shock - they are all dead.
"Your Honour's dead too? Damnit, he's meant to be our Notable. Script director, get over here now!"
A script director, with a microphone and script to boot, walks over to the commander.
"Yes sir?"
"Has there been another dreaded script change?"
"No sir, this wasn't meant to happen!"
"Right, get the medics in here and let's clean this place up. I'm gonna have a shower, and then go eat."
"Wait!", a voice shouts.
"Honour? You're alive?"
"Why in the world did you load mercury? You know how it pigments my skin!", replies Honour.
"Ok, Ok. Reload the guns with lead, this time, get some props for the dead corpses and let's re-shoot the scene. Come on people!".
The gunmen pick up their guns and fire, and in slow-motion, props, dead bodies and blood go spraying everywhere. Your Honour jumps high into the air, and the bullets avoid him. We come back to the real world and YH comes back down to earth. The remaining few bullets smash onto the floor.
"That's great Honour - do you think we can get another camera angle?"
"Sure."
The gunmen shoots, and Honour dodges it (a la Matrix) gingerly, with one bullet scraping his chest. He turns around, and recieves a bullet straight into the head. Shouts and worried cries are heard and attention turns to the gunmen, who removes his helmet. Two familiar figures approach him.
"Great work Turbonutter, we've killed him - now you must be Notable!"
"Thanks, Tony, Ali, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you!"
And with that, we crown the Notable for February 2002...Turbonutter!!!
Waves flash across the screen and we see a young teenager, sleeping on the side of his bench, where a half-eaten packet of crisps and can of coke lie next to him. He wakes, knocking the food and drink off of his bench.
"Dude..."
Your Honour was remembered for having a great sense of humour.
Stryke was remembered for being smug, having the longest beard known to man, and having a rapist wit.
ssxpro was not remembered.
SonicRav was remembered for being the games character who gets athletes foot the most.
Mystique and her company: BreastScan.com were remembered for featuring some of the sickest pictures on the world wide web. 2 weeks after her death, her site was reported, and removed. Her shares dropped profoundly and Mystique was forgotten.
"But like that's what's gonna happen, right?", says a tall, but well-built early-20-year old man, as he clicks a few buttons on his mouse. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
"The greatest trick the devil did was convincing the world he didn't exist." is heard in the background, as a slightly large, young teenager is sitting at his television, watching a film. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
We next see a near-20s teenager staring at his PS2, as he frantically presses the buttons. "Damn!", he exlaims as "Game Over" appears on the screen. The final stroke of the clock hit and a large beacon sounded as the Notable vote had come to a climax. For what had been building up for 14 hours during the day, it had now come to a finish, and the best had been seperated from the worst.
"But like that's what's gonna happen, right?", says a tall, but well-built early-20-year old man, as he clicks a few buttons on his mouse. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
"The greatest trick the devil did was convincing the world he didn't exist." is heard in the background, as a slightly large, young teenager is sitting at his television, watching a film. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
We next see a small, blue and spikey-haired hedgehog in the midst of a cloud of smoke. His shoes set on fire and he stamps them out promptly. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
A knock is heard at the door and a head emerges from a scanner, which is spewing out reems of white light all over the room. "Just a sec.", she states and presses a button on her printer. Sheets begin printing out, with an obscure looking shape on them. She goes over to the door and answers it.
"Your Honour, you're coming with us, by the order of Tony Rainbird and Alistair Gray.", announced an army of men in black, padded suits, equipped with large guns and extremely prominent beards.
"Stryke, you're coming with us, by the order of Tony Rainbird and Alistair Gray.", announced an army of men in black, padded suits, equipped with large guns and extremely prominent beards.
"ssxpro, you're coming with us, by the order of Tony Rainbird and Alistair Gray.", announced an army of men in black, padded suits, equipped with large guns and extremely prominent beards.
"SonicRav, you're coming with us, by the order of Tony Rainbird and Alistair Gray.", announced an army of men in black, padded suits, equipped with large guns and extremely prominent beards.
"Mystique, you're coming with us, by the order of Tony Rainbird and Alistair Gray.", announced an army of men in black, padded suits, equipped with large guns and extremely prominent beards."
5 seperate, yet large vehicles pull up at a run-down site, which looks to be a factory. The keys in the ignition are turned and pulled out. These five have their blindfolds removed and are shoved over to five different spaces, over a 10 meter runway.
"You all should know why you're here. You have all made it into the Top 5 for becoming Notable, and we just took Mystique here for the reason that she's been photocopying her breasts. Stryke - you're also here for having a beard that surpasses the legal length, so we will take care of that.", announced a large, but well-built soldier, with a gun in hand, and several foot soldiers behind him.
Stryke looks down in shame as the others suddenly gawk at him. When he looks back up, they all look in different directions, for some obscure reason.
"We are going to find out who the Notable is right now, but first, this..."
5 tubes come down, and consume the 5 participants. They are spun around sucked up the tube. Seconds later, they re-appear and we see ssxpro and Your Honour as normal, but the rest have something different about them which we can't put our finger on.
"How dare you take away my smugness? Get me a mirror quickly...", requests Stryke.
He is handed a mirror and stares into it. So THIS is what the rest of the world look like! He tries to look smug, but ends up looking very much like a sadist.
"You may have taken away my smugness, but I still have my lovely be..."
Stryke goes to feel for his beard, and his brain clicks that he is corressing thin air.
"Ahhhh! I'm weak without my beard!"
"Quiet down, beardy one, you'll have your say lat..."
"My boobs! Where are they?", interupts Mystique.
She looks down, and feels her chest, which is flat. The others stare in shocked amazement.
"There goes my internet "business"..."
Mystique breaks down into tears and is interrupted by SonicRav.
"My hair - it's...curly! How dare you? And I have skin...and I have sneakers. Those shoes were corrective - they had a bloody purpose!"
"Shhh now, all of you! Do you want to know who the Notable is or not?"
They grudgingly agree.
"Now, all raise your arms in the air, and we will present the task to you all."
5 gunmen walk onto 5 seperate platforms, lift, click their guns and aim.
"Wait, wait, wait! If you're going to kill us, can you digitally remake my beard in the movie?", asks Stryke.
"Yes, yes, if you really must. Ready men? Fire!"
The men shoot their guns and suddenly, life goes into a spectrum of slow motion, flying bullets and blood. When they are next aware of what's going on, the gunmen throw down their guns in shock - they are all dead.
"Your Honour's dead too? Damnit, he's meant to be our Notable. Script director, get over here now!"
A script director, with a microphone and script to boot, walks over to the commander.
"Yes sir?"
"Has there been another dreaded script change?"
"No sir, this wasn't meant to happen!"
"Right, get the medics in here and let's clean this place up. I'm gonna have a shower, and then go eat."
"Wait!", a voice shouts.
"Honour? You're alive?"
"Why in the world did you load mercury? You know how it pigments my skin!", replies Honour.
"Ok, Ok. Reload the guns with lead, this time, get some props for the dead corpses and let's re-shoot the scene. Come on people!".
The gunmen pick up their guns and fire, and in slow-motion, props, dead bodies and blood go spraying everywhere. Your Honour jumps high into the air, and the bullets avoid him. We come back to the real world and YH comes back down to earth. The remaining few bullets smash onto the floor.
"That's great Honour - do you think we can get another camera angle?"
"Sure."
The gunmen shoots, and Honour dodges it (a la Matrix) gingerly, with one bullet scraping his chest. He turns around, and recieves a bullet straight into the head. Shouts and worried cries are heard and attention turns to the gunmen, who removes his helmet. Two familiar figures approach him.
"Great work Turbonutter, we've killed him - now you must be Notable!"
"Thanks, Tony, Ali, I wouldn't have been able to do it without you!"
And with that, we crown the Notable for February 2002...Turbonutter!!!
Waves flash across the screen and we see a young teenager, sleeping on the side of his bench, where a half-eaten packet of crisps and can of coke lie next to him. He wakes, knocking the food and drink off of his bench.
"Dude..."
Your Honour was remembered for having a great sense of humour.
Stryke was remembered for being smug, having the longest beard known to man, and having a rapist wit.
ssxpro was not remembered.
SonicRav was remembered for being the games character who gets athletes foot the most.
Mystique and her company: BreastScan.com were remembered for featuring some of the sickest pictures on the world wide web. 2 weeks after her death, her site was reported, and removed. Her shares dropped profoundly and Mystique was forgotten.
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Meet at the Hare and hounds at 5.30pm for a prompt 5.45pm start to make the most of the light !!. Rote to be decided but could take in great hill and white coppice. Weather looks good at the moment, see you tomorrow Si
Nice story shaun.
Yeah but adults are in the family.
I hope you know that breastscan.com is a porno site...tsk tsk shaneo
posting links to porn on a family site...quick get im'!
posting links to porn on a family site...quick get im'!
Blushes.
:D
:D
AfroJoe wrote:
> Sonic must be a fast reader.
I now imagine him reading like Superman, 100 words per second :D
He read it in 3 mins. Cool.
LOL! He probably just skimmed it, looking for the parts that had SonicRav in. He said it was excellent, so I'm happy :0)
I nearly did
> that, not quite.
Not a bad story. It might boost your reputation a tad. :D
Cheers AJ, it's appreciated.
"That is if people like it, which they should."
Superb.
> Sonic must be a fast reader.
I now imagine him reading like Superman, 100 words per second :D
He read it in 3 mins. Cool.
LOL! He probably just skimmed it, looking for the parts that had SonicRav in. He said it was excellent, so I'm happy :0)
I nearly did
> that, not quite.
Not a bad story. It might boost your reputation a tad. :D
Cheers AJ, it's appreciated.
"That is if people like it, which they should."
Superb.
That is if people like it, which they should.
Sonic must be a fast reader.
He read it in 3 mins. Cool.
I nearly did that, not quite.
Not a bad story. It might boost your reputation a tad. :D
He read it in 3 mins. Cool.
I nearly did that, not quite.
Not a bad story. It might boost your reputation a tad. :D
===SONICRAV---> wrote:
> "ssxpro was not remembered. "
Superb
Sonic
Thanks, and I'm glad that you liked it. I made a mistake.
"But like that's what's gonna happen, right?", says a tall, but well-built early-20-year old man, as he clicks a few buttons on his mouse. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
"The greatest trick the devil did was convincing the world he didn't exist." is heard in the background, as a slightly large, young teenager is sitting at his television, watching a film. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it."
Were not meant to be repeated the second time.
> "ssxpro was not remembered. "
Superb
Sonic
Thanks, and I'm glad that you liked it. I made a mistake.
"But like that's what's gonna happen, right?", says a tall, but well-built early-20-year old man, as he clicks a few buttons on his mouse. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it.
"The greatest trick the devil did was convincing the world he didn't exist." is heard in the background, as a slightly large, young teenager is sitting at his television, watching a film. A knock is heard at the door and he goes over and answers it."
Were not meant to be repeated the second time.
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