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It's been a while hasn't it...
I won't put the Fog Story in the main topic (I'll post it in the reply) so I'll use this space for a couple of guidelines.
ANYONE can write in this story, but naturally, if something is irrelevant or unreadable or something like that, it might well be ignored.
To participate properly in this story, please:
(1) Try to read what everyone else writes to keep up with the story.
Naturally, people will make the odd mistake and miss something, but try to keep up with what people have written to minimise mistakes.
(2) If you want your posts to be read, keep with good gramma and punctuation (not so much that we're fussy, it's just easier to read and understand. Reading should be enjoyable, not a chore trying to make out what's been written) and try to go for quality over quantity.
(3) Try not to write too much at once. It'll leave everyone else behind! :-)
(4) Stick to the plot. If the main plot doesn't suit you then go along with one of the subplots. Don't start changing the direction of the story at your whim. I remember about a year back some idiot would, in one single post, manage to take the story to heaven and back and twist it so much that it was barely recognisable.
I won't mention any names (mainly because I'd rather remain anonamous! ;-D) but just remember that it's a joint effort story, not simply the down to the imagination of a single derranged individual! :-)
Here's the story.
Enjoy! :-)
I won't put the Fog Story in the main topic (I'll post it in the reply) so I'll use this space for a couple of guidelines.
ANYONE can write in this story, but naturally, if something is irrelevant or unreadable or something like that, it might well be ignored.
To participate properly in this story, please:
(1) Try to read what everyone else writes to keep up with the story.
Naturally, people will make the odd mistake and miss something, but try to keep up with what people have written to minimise mistakes.
(2) If you want your posts to be read, keep with good gramma and punctuation (not so much that we're fussy, it's just easier to read and understand. Reading should be enjoyable, not a chore trying to make out what's been written) and try to go for quality over quantity.
(3) Try not to write too much at once. It'll leave everyone else behind! :-)
(4) Stick to the plot. If the main plot doesn't suit you then go along with one of the subplots. Don't start changing the direction of the story at your whim. I remember about a year back some idiot would, in one single post, manage to take the story to heaven and back and twist it so much that it was barely recognisable.
I won't mention any names (mainly because I'd rather remain anonamous! ;-D) but just remember that it's a joint effort story, not simply the down to the imagination of a single derranged individual! :-)
Here's the story.
Enjoy! :-)
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Neiro slowly opened the door.
When the cult leader called you, it wasn't always for a good reason, and when things weren't good, they were bad, VERY bad.
He looked down on his dark robe and tried to straighten it out with the other hand.
There was no doubt that the leader knew of Stryke and Strafex escaping.
He slowly entered.
"I-.. I'm here."
He knelt down in front of a desk.
Behind the desk there was a large chair. It was facing the other way.
No one had seen the master's face before.
The chair was facing a wall of TV sets.
"Look at camera No. 11!" Boomed the voice.
Neiro obediently obeyed.
There, Stryke, Strafex and the Secret Agent were running through the jungle.
"They think that they're escaping!" laughed the voice.
Neiro laughed too, a little nervously, but genuine.
He'd thought that they'd escaped too, only perhaps the master had a plan. Perhaps he wasn't going to get punished after all...
Neiro looked at another camera.
It seemed that a car full of SR members had just gotten off the channel train, one of them he recognised as the survivor of that DMA design attack...
"Look. Their friends have arrived in France!"
"I know!" retorted the voice "They were meant to. Holding these hostages in france was merely a decoy to keep them away from the real plan."
And although Neiro couldn't see it, the master's eye's focused on a single TV screen, a security camera of a bar, full of women dancing...
Ofcourse, if he'd looked closer, he'd have seen 3 rather strange looking women, not that he'd have recognised them as Ant, Meka and Grix...
Despite being on a mission, Grix, Ant and Meka were enjoying their time in the G-Spot on the roof of the Fagina.
Few men wouldn't enjoy being one of the three only men in a night club full of women...
The disguises seemed to be working well. Everything was going great...
Then one of the women stepped up onto the stage with a microphone.
"Come on girls! There's no pervy men watching us now! Get yer breasts out!"
This was met with an excited scream, as all the dancing women started taking their tops off. Ant, Meka and Grix were gobsmacked, staring around at all the topless girls, not believing their good luck... until they realised that everyone was staring back.
They were the only ones with tops on...
"Go on! There's no men around!"
"Nothing to be ashamed off!"
"Don't be shy! EVERYONE's doing it!"
"Don't be such killjoys you three! You're the only ones holding back!"
Ant, Grix and Meka looked at each other.
Now they were screwed, there was no way out of this one...
When the cult leader called you, it wasn't always for a good reason, and when things weren't good, they were bad, VERY bad.
He looked down on his dark robe and tried to straighten it out with the other hand.
There was no doubt that the leader knew of Stryke and Strafex escaping.
He slowly entered.
"I-.. I'm here."
He knelt down in front of a desk.
Behind the desk there was a large chair. It was facing the other way.
No one had seen the master's face before.
The chair was facing a wall of TV sets.
"Look at camera No. 11!" Boomed the voice.
Neiro obediently obeyed.
There, Stryke, Strafex and the Secret Agent were running through the jungle.
"They think that they're escaping!" laughed the voice.
Neiro laughed too, a little nervously, but genuine.
He'd thought that they'd escaped too, only perhaps the master had a plan. Perhaps he wasn't going to get punished after all...
Neiro looked at another camera.
It seemed that a car full of SR members had just gotten off the channel train, one of them he recognised as the survivor of that DMA design attack...
"Look. Their friends have arrived in France!"
"I know!" retorted the voice "They were meant to. Holding these hostages in france was merely a decoy to keep them away from the real plan."
And although Neiro couldn't see it, the master's eye's focused on a single TV screen, a security camera of a bar, full of women dancing...
Ofcourse, if he'd looked closer, he'd have seen 3 rather strange looking women, not that he'd have recognised them as Ant, Meka and Grix...
Despite being on a mission, Grix, Ant and Meka were enjoying their time in the G-Spot on the roof of the Fagina.
Few men wouldn't enjoy being one of the three only men in a night club full of women...
The disguises seemed to be working well. Everything was going great...
Then one of the women stepped up onto the stage with a microphone.
"Come on girls! There's no pervy men watching us now! Get yer breasts out!"
This was met with an excited scream, as all the dancing women started taking their tops off. Ant, Meka and Grix were gobsmacked, staring around at all the topless girls, not believing their good luck... until they realised that everyone was staring back.
They were the only ones with tops on...
"Go on! There's no men around!"
"Nothing to be ashamed off!"
"Don't be shy! EVERYONE's doing it!"
"Don't be such killjoys you three! You're the only ones holding back!"
Ant, Grix and Meka looked at each other.
Now they were screwed, there was no way out of this one...
And so the massively hilarious chase scene ensued. Stryke, Strafex and the black-clad agent began running through the jungle, the beardy French guards close behind, until one of the guards, yes, that one, the one with the exceptionally long hair, tripped them all up. The trio managed to get to a safe house, where the agent handed out weapons. The agent gave herself a sniper rifle, with something red sticking out the end, Stryke received a king-sized peashooter, which in itself was ironic and as fate would have it, Strafex got the short straw with a banana…
“Look! Here they come!” announced the agent, as a horde of sentries ran their way. Of course, they spoke in a hilarious Scottish accent, despite this being in France. This was needed for comedy value, you see.
“Aye! Who da fook air oo?” asked the guard.
“Aye! We ar…we..be…Irishmen…” claimed Strafex
“You idiot, he’s Scottish!” corrected Stryke.
“Oh damn…but sir, whatever your name is…”
“Phil McMock…”
“What!?”
“Phil McCock” and this repetition cause the trio to burst into uncontrollable laughter, leaving Strafex giggling on the floor.
“Goys, geddem!” and so the guards advance on them, their AK47’s at the ready.
“Put your hands in the air and drop your trousers."
"What!?"
"Put your hands in the air and drop your trousers!"
"No!" and this sparks off a reaction from the trio, and the big battle with the horny Irish...I mean, Scottsmen in France begins.
There were four of them - leaving three to die and one to live on, incidentally. The black-clad agent managed to eliminate one by zooming in with her Sniper Rifle and letting go of the trigger.
*SMACK*
"Wow, that's a really big boxing glove!", added Strafex.
After that was out of the way, Stryke noticed someone coming in the corner of his eye, so he brandished his peashooter and nailed one of the guards square in the neck with hard enough velocity to pierce the skin, and a vital artery, hence a quick and violent death. However, the other one had since climbed up on the roof of the safe house. He jumped down and landed on Strafex, surprising him. Stryke and the agent looked on in amazement as the guard was trying to suffocate him with a banana. Strafex kicked him in the nads, bringing him down to the floor and got his banana ready. He pulled out a short straw (I told you he had the short straw, and I meant it), sucked on the banana and shot several hundred banana pellets out, piercing the skin, killing him quickly.
"Well, let's go..." added Stryke.
"Shouldn't we collect weapons first?" asked Strafex.
"Nah."
They walked on ahead, but Strafex quickly ran back to get the weapons.
"Aye! You!" said the final guard, who had since disappeared.
"GUYS! I NEED HELP!" and so Stryke and the agent ran back to aid Strafex, who has pinned against the safe house.
"Hey! Where has that agent gone?" asked Stryke and with that, the sound of movement is heard up above, and everyone turns to see the agent on the roof with a 4-foot katana in her hand. She dives down and decapitates the guard, his head falling clean off.
"Wait a tick! That isn't a guard!", claimed Strafex.
"It's Sniper! added the agent.
"But where's the other agent then?"
And out of nowhere comes a guard, bound and tied on a chair, in his boxers.
"Let's get outta here!"
“Look! Here they come!” announced the agent, as a horde of sentries ran their way. Of course, they spoke in a hilarious Scottish accent, despite this being in France. This was needed for comedy value, you see.
“Aye! Who da fook air oo?” asked the guard.
“Aye! We ar…we..be…Irishmen…” claimed Strafex
“You idiot, he’s Scottish!” corrected Stryke.
“Oh damn…but sir, whatever your name is…”
“Phil McMock…”
“What!?”
“Phil McCock” and this repetition cause the trio to burst into uncontrollable laughter, leaving Strafex giggling on the floor.
“Goys, geddem!” and so the guards advance on them, their AK47’s at the ready.
“Put your hands in the air and drop your trousers."
"What!?"
"Put your hands in the air and drop your trousers!"
"No!" and this sparks off a reaction from the trio, and the big battle with the horny Irish...I mean, Scottsmen in France begins.
There were four of them - leaving three to die and one to live on, incidentally. The black-clad agent managed to eliminate one by zooming in with her Sniper Rifle and letting go of the trigger.
*SMACK*
"Wow, that's a really big boxing glove!", added Strafex.
After that was out of the way, Stryke noticed someone coming in the corner of his eye, so he brandished his peashooter and nailed one of the guards square in the neck with hard enough velocity to pierce the skin, and a vital artery, hence a quick and violent death. However, the other one had since climbed up on the roof of the safe house. He jumped down and landed on Strafex, surprising him. Stryke and the agent looked on in amazement as the guard was trying to suffocate him with a banana. Strafex kicked him in the nads, bringing him down to the floor and got his banana ready. He pulled out a short straw (I told you he had the short straw, and I meant it), sucked on the banana and shot several hundred banana pellets out, piercing the skin, killing him quickly.
"Well, let's go..." added Stryke.
"Shouldn't we collect weapons first?" asked Strafex.
"Nah."
They walked on ahead, but Strafex quickly ran back to get the weapons.
"Aye! You!" said the final guard, who had since disappeared.
"GUYS! I NEED HELP!" and so Stryke and the agent ran back to aid Strafex, who has pinned against the safe house.
"Hey! Where has that agent gone?" asked Stryke and with that, the sound of movement is heard up above, and everyone turns to see the agent on the roof with a 4-foot katana in her hand. She dives down and decapitates the guard, his head falling clean off.
"Wait a tick! That isn't a guard!", claimed Strafex.
"It's Sniper! added the agent.
"But where's the other agent then?"
And out of nowhere comes a guard, bound and tied on a chair, in his boxers.
"Let's get outta here!"
Sniper was fed up with dying all the time. And in the interest of humour, he sat down, and thought to himself.
He came to a few conclusions.
1) Thinking too hard kills you.
2) Write everything you think about on a piece of paper so you don't waste time thinking about it again.
3) He can't read his own writing.
4) It's all their fault.
5) This is gay.
6) He can't read his own writing.
7) Thinking too hard kills you.
8) Write everything you think about on a piece of paper so you don't waste time thinking about it again.
9) This is gay.
Fed up with thinking, Sniper decided to take his vengence. He kept dying because all the others kept killing him, or something.
So he'd kill them. All of them.
Of course, this wasn't going through his mind when he fired the rocket launcher at the Grixmobile as it sped past the dusty road.
No. It was the rocket that went through his mind, because he had the launcher the wrong way round.
"Did you hear something?" Ant asked.
Nobody answered.
"So where are we off now, Grix?" Meka said, still wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and a tie.
"To this secluded area that's really damn hard to find." Grix said. "We're going there because..."
Making sure nobody was looking, Grix quickly looked back through the story, to see what the plot was again.
"...the leader of the cult is there." Grix said, putting the story down. "And maybe Strafex and Stryke. All the same, we're going there, because it'll help advance the plot a bit."
"So where is this place that's really, really hard to find?" Ant asked.
Grix picked up the beermat and read it aloud. "The Female G-Spot."
Meka nodded. "Yup. That is hard to find."
"I thought it was that spongy soft bit just above..." Ant started.
"No, not that one." Grix interrupted. "It's a night club. The Female G-Spot."
"So where is it?" Meka asked.
"How long have you been married again, Meka?" Ant asked.
"You're 15, you're not supposed to know this stuff." Meka replied.
Grix read from the beermat. "It's apparently in the roof of the Fagina."
"Yeah, that's what I was going to say." Ant said.
"Oh... right. I knew that." Meka said.
"No... the Fagina. It's a hotel. The nightclub is in the roof." Grix read.
"So, the Female G-Spot, in the roof of the Fagina... that's where we'll find them?"
"Apparently so." Grix said. "Only problem is, it's a female night club. Naturally. They don't allow men into the Fagina."
"Why? They all lesbians?" Ant asked.
"No... just female only. We'll have to dress up as women." Grix said.
"Look... Grix." Meka started. "How many times do we have to go through this? We're not dressing up as women. You big puff."
"No!" Grix said. "It's not about that this time, we really do need to disguise ourselves as women if we have any chance of getting in."
Grix looked in the mirror.
"And you could do with some clothes anyway. You'll look just superb in a dress, Meka."
"Dress?" Meka said. "I'm getting a crop top."
"Oh that was SO 90's." Ant said...
He came to a few conclusions.
1) Thinking too hard kills you.
2) Write everything you think about on a piece of paper so you don't waste time thinking about it again.
3) He can't read his own writing.
4) It's all their fault.
5) This is gay.
6) He can't read his own writing.
7) Thinking too hard kills you.
8) Write everything you think about on a piece of paper so you don't waste time thinking about it again.
9) This is gay.
Fed up with thinking, Sniper decided to take his vengence. He kept dying because all the others kept killing him, or something.
So he'd kill them. All of them.
Of course, this wasn't going through his mind when he fired the rocket launcher at the Grixmobile as it sped past the dusty road.
No. It was the rocket that went through his mind, because he had the launcher the wrong way round.
"Did you hear something?" Ant asked.
Nobody answered.
"So where are we off now, Grix?" Meka said, still wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and a tie.
"To this secluded area that's really damn hard to find." Grix said. "We're going there because..."
Making sure nobody was looking, Grix quickly looked back through the story, to see what the plot was again.
"...the leader of the cult is there." Grix said, putting the story down. "And maybe Strafex and Stryke. All the same, we're going there, because it'll help advance the plot a bit."
"So where is this place that's really, really hard to find?" Ant asked.
Grix picked up the beermat and read it aloud. "The Female G-Spot."
Meka nodded. "Yup. That is hard to find."
"I thought it was that spongy soft bit just above..." Ant started.
"No, not that one." Grix interrupted. "It's a night club. The Female G-Spot."
"So where is it?" Meka asked.
"How long have you been married again, Meka?" Ant asked.
"You're 15, you're not supposed to know this stuff." Meka replied.
Grix read from the beermat. "It's apparently in the roof of the Fagina."
"Yeah, that's what I was going to say." Ant said.
"Oh... right. I knew that." Meka said.
"No... the Fagina. It's a hotel. The nightclub is in the roof." Grix read.
"So, the Female G-Spot, in the roof of the Fagina... that's where we'll find them?"
"Apparently so." Grix said. "Only problem is, it's a female night club. Naturally. They don't allow men into the Fagina."
"Why? They all lesbians?" Ant asked.
"No... just female only. We'll have to dress up as women." Grix said.
"Look... Grix." Meka started. "How many times do we have to go through this? We're not dressing up as women. You big puff."
"No!" Grix said. "It's not about that this time, we really do need to disguise ourselves as women if we have any chance of getting in."
Grix looked in the mirror.
"And you could do with some clothes anyway. You'll look just superb in a dress, Meka."
"Dress?" Meka said. "I'm getting a crop top."
"Oh that was SO 90's." Ant said...
"Oh, b****r." said Strafex.
"What? What?" said Stryke. "Come on, lets go."
"No, I saw this in Waynes World. We have no chance of escape that way."
Stryke sulked for a bit, for he had not seen this film. Then he turned around and noticed a big door in the wall with the word EXIT on it. In bright teal letters.
"Strafex! Look!" whispered Stryke, as the big gay guard, whos name was probably Dav1d, had his back turned and was oogling another cult member.
"Wow!"
"I know." said Stryke.
"It's in teal! I knew it'd go well!" cried Strafex. At the sound, the gay guard turned round.
"You tart." muttered Stryke. The guard began to advance on them, when suddenly two patches of blood exploded out of his chest.
"Well, thats something you don't see everyday. Obviously an act of God saying we are to be saved." commented Stryke, as the body fell forwards.
"Or, he's been shot." said Strafex, as the black-clad agent vaulted over a wall. She grabbed their arms.
"I've been sent by SR to get you guys out of here."
"But the room service is so nice."
"Shut up." said the agent. "Come on, we've got to go. It's important none of you communicate with SR when we get out of here."
"Why?" asked Stryke.
"Because we need to go on a mission, while it is important the other SR team break in here and find you gone while also finding out the devious master plan the cult has to elong the story, and embark on a comical chase of us through the French jungle." she said, and shoved them towards the door.
"I'll need a gun" said Strafex. She gave him one out of a holster.
"And I'll need a pointed stick." said Stryke. He got one.
--
Sniper was having a bad day. He couldn't remember when he'd been killed so many times. He edged up to the outside of the door onto the base. Surely it wasn't guarded. He gasped as it slammed open.
--
Stryke was first through the door, and the first thing he saw was a figure holding a gun. All of a sudden a massive comical piano fell from the sky onto Sniper.
"That was lucky, then." said Strafex. And off they went.
"What? What?" said Stryke. "Come on, lets go."
"No, I saw this in Waynes World. We have no chance of escape that way."
Stryke sulked for a bit, for he had not seen this film. Then he turned around and noticed a big door in the wall with the word EXIT on it. In bright teal letters.
"Strafex! Look!" whispered Stryke, as the big gay guard, whos name was probably Dav1d, had his back turned and was oogling another cult member.
"Wow!"
"I know." said Stryke.
"It's in teal! I knew it'd go well!" cried Strafex. At the sound, the gay guard turned round.
"You tart." muttered Stryke. The guard began to advance on them, when suddenly two patches of blood exploded out of his chest.
"Well, thats something you don't see everyday. Obviously an act of God saying we are to be saved." commented Stryke, as the body fell forwards.
"Or, he's been shot." said Strafex, as the black-clad agent vaulted over a wall. She grabbed their arms.
"I've been sent by SR to get you guys out of here."
"But the room service is so nice."
"Shut up." said the agent. "Come on, we've got to go. It's important none of you communicate with SR when we get out of here."
"Why?" asked Stryke.
"Because we need to go on a mission, while it is important the other SR team break in here and find you gone while also finding out the devious master plan the cult has to elong the story, and embark on a comical chase of us through the French jungle." she said, and shoved them towards the door.
"I'll need a gun" said Strafex. She gave him one out of a holster.
"And I'll need a pointed stick." said Stryke. He got one.
--
Sniper was having a bad day. He couldn't remember when he'd been killed so many times. He edged up to the outside of the door onto the base. Surely it wasn't guarded. He gasped as it slammed open.
--
Stryke was first through the door, and the first thing he saw was a figure holding a gun. All of a sudden a massive comical piano fell from the sky onto Sniper.
"That was lucky, then." said Strafex. And off they went.
Lawless Fever wrote:
> AJ, remember the unwritten rule to only post one part a day - those
> two could've easily gone in one post :)
---
I know about that, but while writing the bit I did, I forgot about the Mega Drive cartridge, so I had to include a new bit with it in.
:P
> AJ, remember the unwritten rule to only post one part a day - those
> two could've easily gone in one post :)
---
I know about that, but while writing the bit I did, I forgot about the Mega Drive cartridge, so I had to include a new bit with it in.
:P
(I started writing this before Afro Joe did his bit...
It's set between FM getting his Mobile Phone out and them going back to the SR HQ to rethink the situation - just saying to save confusion. :-))
Dringo filled a tub with hot soapy water, threw his jacket in it and started scrubbing it. He sighed. It had really been one of THOSE days today.
He liked his job at the vault. They gave him a nice suit, a fair wage - it financed his Notable Hunting hobby rather nicely, and it was a fair easy going job... except for days like today that is.
The day had started well enough.
He'd enjoyed using work as an excuse to skip the Special Reserve meeting.
It had been a quiet relaxing day too. One or two people had come in to store or reclaim their valuable items but they'd been polite and quick to deal with.
Then, all of a sudden, he found himself confronted by 5 lunatics.
One was holding a gun with a VERY unnerving stare. Another was yelling kicking and screaming, something about his "baby" and it being so long.
The other three were holding him back, one was wearing a kilt, the another was trying to talk on his mobile at the same time while the third one kept hold of the screaming one.
Oh yeah. They were also all drenched in sewage. There clothes were dripping wet and he could smell it, a lot more clearly than he would've liked. Although he was certain that they had no business here - probably just some tramps off the street trying to bluff their way into getting something for free - but Dringo knew how he had to address all potential customers.
"Excuse me..., may I help you?"
The one who had been struggling broke free off his companions and started yelling something about his Street Fighter game...
His friends were quick to grab him and gag him for the moment.
The one with the mobile phone stepped forward.
"I'm like to withdraw an item from the Special Reserve account. Here is the account number and code."
The man handed Dringo a little slip.
Sure enough, the account and code checked out and Dringo checked for the item. And it was THAT item...
Dringo took a deep breath (partly tp build up courage and partly so he wouldn't have to smell the sewage) and approached the group.
"I'm sorry. That particular item has been... misplaced..."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"We don't have it. The company apologises and will be sending a full refund along with compensation."
"How did you managed to lose it? This is the VAULT!"
Dringo gulp. There was NO WAY he was going to tell them that.
"I'm sorry sir, that is confidential information..."
Big mistake it seemed, because that wasn't what the psycho with the machine gun wanted to hear. He pointed the AR34 at Dringo's head.
He knew that if he told them what happened then they might well shoot him. But, if he didn't tell them, the chances were that they'd shoot him anyway. He didn't have much to lose...
"Well, erm..., when people heard that Bill Gates was on it they naturally wanted to beat him up using the likes of Ken and Ryu. They offered us a lot of money so we'd hire it out..."
What Dringo didn't tell them was that he'd started the whole thing by beating up Grix (who was also inside it) as part of his Notable hunting. Ofcourse, once Grix had been taken out, he'd been left bored so he'd started hiring it out instead.
Ofcourse, the information didn't go down so well with the man who was kicking and screaming. He broke free from his friends, grabbed onto Dringo jacket, violently shaking him and screaming:
"You hired out my baby to get slotted into over peoples dirty dusty Mega Drive slots!?!?!? HOW COULD YOU!!!!!!!"
Dringo squealed.
"The last people we hired it out to... they didn't return it... if you want to find out who they were, LET GO!"
At this point, the crazed man let go and rejoined his friends.
"Who has it?"
Go to the desk over there and they'll show you the records.
The group did this. Dringo edged towards the alarm. The last people to hire the cartrige had found a way of getting around the rule of leaving records. When the 5 strangers found this out, things were going to get ugly. But, as it happened, presumably because the woman at the desk was good looking, they were all quiet and polite and left off quietly.
And so that is how it had ended.
Dringo looked down on his beautiful jacket. The man screaming about "his baby" (who'd told the pretty woman at the desk that his name was PB) had left two massive marks of sewage where he'd grabbed him.
This Jacket was Rare and VERY valuable.
It was so delicate that it couldn't be washed by Dry Cleaning or a Washing Machine.
And so that's why Dringo found himself washing and scrubbing his precious jacket by hand. It has really been one of those days...
It's set between FM getting his Mobile Phone out and them going back to the SR HQ to rethink the situation - just saying to save confusion. :-))
Dringo filled a tub with hot soapy water, threw his jacket in it and started scrubbing it. He sighed. It had really been one of THOSE days today.
He liked his job at the vault. They gave him a nice suit, a fair wage - it financed his Notable Hunting hobby rather nicely, and it was a fair easy going job... except for days like today that is.
The day had started well enough.
He'd enjoyed using work as an excuse to skip the Special Reserve meeting.
It had been a quiet relaxing day too. One or two people had come in to store or reclaim their valuable items but they'd been polite and quick to deal with.
Then, all of a sudden, he found himself confronted by 5 lunatics.
One was holding a gun with a VERY unnerving stare. Another was yelling kicking and screaming, something about his "baby" and it being so long.
The other three were holding him back, one was wearing a kilt, the another was trying to talk on his mobile at the same time while the third one kept hold of the screaming one.
Oh yeah. They were also all drenched in sewage. There clothes were dripping wet and he could smell it, a lot more clearly than he would've liked. Although he was certain that they had no business here - probably just some tramps off the street trying to bluff their way into getting something for free - but Dringo knew how he had to address all potential customers.
"Excuse me..., may I help you?"
The one who had been struggling broke free off his companions and started yelling something about his Street Fighter game...
His friends were quick to grab him and gag him for the moment.
The one with the mobile phone stepped forward.
"I'm like to withdraw an item from the Special Reserve account. Here is the account number and code."
The man handed Dringo a little slip.
Sure enough, the account and code checked out and Dringo checked for the item. And it was THAT item...
Dringo took a deep breath (partly tp build up courage and partly so he wouldn't have to smell the sewage) and approached the group.
"I'm sorry. That particular item has been... misplaced..."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"We don't have it. The company apologises and will be sending a full refund along with compensation."
"How did you managed to lose it? This is the VAULT!"
Dringo gulp. There was NO WAY he was going to tell them that.
"I'm sorry sir, that is confidential information..."
Big mistake it seemed, because that wasn't what the psycho with the machine gun wanted to hear. He pointed the AR34 at Dringo's head.
He knew that if he told them what happened then they might well shoot him. But, if he didn't tell them, the chances were that they'd shoot him anyway. He didn't have much to lose...
"Well, erm..., when people heard that Bill Gates was on it they naturally wanted to beat him up using the likes of Ken and Ryu. They offered us a lot of money so we'd hire it out..."
What Dringo didn't tell them was that he'd started the whole thing by beating up Grix (who was also inside it) as part of his Notable hunting. Ofcourse, once Grix had been taken out, he'd been left bored so he'd started hiring it out instead.
Ofcourse, the information didn't go down so well with the man who was kicking and screaming. He broke free from his friends, grabbed onto Dringo jacket, violently shaking him and screaming:
"You hired out my baby to get slotted into over peoples dirty dusty Mega Drive slots!?!?!? HOW COULD YOU!!!!!!!"
Dringo squealed.
"The last people we hired it out to... they didn't return it... if you want to find out who they were, LET GO!"
At this point, the crazed man let go and rejoined his friends.
"Who has it?"
Go to the desk over there and they'll show you the records.
The group did this. Dringo edged towards the alarm. The last people to hire the cartrige had found a way of getting around the rule of leaving records. When the 5 strangers found this out, things were going to get ugly. But, as it happened, presumably because the woman at the desk was good looking, they were all quiet and polite and left off quietly.
And so that is how it had ended.
Dringo looked down on his beautiful jacket. The man screaming about "his baby" (who'd told the pretty woman at the desk that his name was PB) had left two massive marks of sewage where he'd grabbed him.
This Jacket was Rare and VERY valuable.
It was so delicate that it couldn't be washed by Dry Cleaning or a Washing Machine.
And so that's why Dringo found himself washing and scrubbing his precious jacket by hand. It has really been one of those days...
"THE MEGA DRIVE CARTRIDGE!" AliBoy shouts while they're just starting the car.
"Oh yeah..." mumbles pb. "We forgot about that. Do you think we should go and look for it instead?"
"Well," Shocktrooper says, "I think wee'd better get to France and find the clue on Sniper. If these guys have gone to France with Strafex and Stryke, then I don't see much point in trundling around England looking for a cartridge."
"Good point." says FM. "The Mega Drive cartridge might even be over in France now, which may be why the kidnappers left us that clue instead of letting us go and search for the cartridge..."
"Hey!" Bonus shouts. "What if the clue we're looking for to do with Sniper is the Mega Driver cartridge...?"
They gain speed in the car on the way towards the Channel Tunnel.....
"Oh yeah..." mumbles pb. "We forgot about that. Do you think we should go and look for it instead?"
"Well," Shocktrooper says, "I think wee'd better get to France and find the clue on Sniper. If these guys have gone to France with Strafex and Stryke, then I don't see much point in trundling around England looking for a cartridge."
"Good point." says FM. "The Mega Drive cartridge might even be over in France now, which may be why the kidnappers left us that clue instead of letting us go and search for the cartridge..."
"Hey!" Bonus shouts. "What if the clue we're looking for to do with Sniper is the Mega Driver cartridge...?"
They gain speed in the car on the way towards the Channel Tunnel.....
FM, AliBoy, pb, Shocktrooper, Bonus and AJ all meet back at HQ to discuss the Stryke and Strafex situation.
"Well," says Bonus, "They could be anywhere. I think we should take a ride around in a car, looking for clues."
"Car?" asks pb. "Does anyone here actually have a car?"
"Errr... I do." says AfroJoe.
"You think we're going to ride in you're car?" questions Shocktrooper, looking as though he's been sitting on a pile of elephant poo for 2 hours. "The car that has a 2 foot afro sticking out the top of it???"
"Well... yeah..." AfroJoe says, trying to defend his car.
"I think it's best we take it," says FantasyMeister, speaking for the first time. "It'll be better than sitting around for hours pondering what else to do..."
So it was agreed. They would use AfroJoe's car with the large afro on the top as a mode of transport whilst looking for clues. While moving down the stairs though, AliBoy picked up a bit of paper.
"Hey, look at this guys!" he shouted, looking excited.
"What is it?" questions Shocktrooper and pb at the same time.
"It's another clue!" AliBoy says, with an excited look still on his face. "It's in the form of a riddle. If you want to find Stryke and Strafex - it's time you took a chance going through a tunnel - find the body of Sniper - he was in holiday abroad."
"Well," says Bonus, "That's sort of given us help. It simply means that we must go through the Channel Tunnel to France, find the place Sniper was staying, look for his body and get another clue. Sniper's obviously dead."
"Hmm..." mumbles Shocktrooper. "Sniper. Dead. This has gone too far! Let's get in your car AJ!"
"Rightyho," says AfroJoe, and all 6 of them climb into the car and embark on the journey to France...
"Well," says Bonus, "They could be anywhere. I think we should take a ride around in a car, looking for clues."
"Car?" asks pb. "Does anyone here actually have a car?"
"Errr... I do." says AfroJoe.
"You think we're going to ride in you're car?" questions Shocktrooper, looking as though he's been sitting on a pile of elephant poo for 2 hours. "The car that has a 2 foot afro sticking out the top of it???"
"Well... yeah..." AfroJoe says, trying to defend his car.
"I think it's best we take it," says FantasyMeister, speaking for the first time. "It'll be better than sitting around for hours pondering what else to do..."
So it was agreed. They would use AfroJoe's car with the large afro on the top as a mode of transport whilst looking for clues. While moving down the stairs though, AliBoy picked up a bit of paper.
"Hey, look at this guys!" he shouted, looking excited.
"What is it?" questions Shocktrooper and pb at the same time.
"It's another clue!" AliBoy says, with an excited look still on his face. "It's in the form of a riddle. If you want to find Stryke and Strafex - it's time you took a chance going through a tunnel - find the body of Sniper - he was in holiday abroad."
"Well," says Bonus, "That's sort of given us help. It simply means that we must go through the Channel Tunnel to France, find the place Sniper was staying, look for his body and get another clue. Sniper's obviously dead."
"Hmm..." mumbles Shocktrooper. "Sniper. Dead. This has gone too far! Let's get in your car AJ!"
"Rightyho," says AfroJoe, and all 6 of them climb into the car and embark on the journey to France...
For those who need it, here’s a summary of the story. I think this is all accurate:
Bonus was invited on a tour around DMA studios, where men in dark clothing, who are apparently an underground cult against violent games, invaded DMA studios and stabbed the tour leader. After creating a diversion, Bonus was able to use the skills he learnt from his years of gaming to escape the building on a unicycle. However, there was still a huge crowd of the cult who closed in on him, before Sniper arrived in his car to assist Bonus. Bonus threw Sniper out of the car, an instinct from the GTA games and didn’t realise until half a mile up the road that he’d left Sniper to be killed by the cult. Bonus got on the phone to Tony and called an emergency meeting.
We now see it from Ant’s perspective, who has arrived late to the emergency meeting. It appears that the cult built up secretly, and are no strangers to trouble – they were once destroyed by a group of Microsoft’s mercenaries and the entire incident covered up. However, now that Bill Gates is inside the Mega Drive cartridge, these cults can roam free. They would just bring Gates back out of the Mega Drive cartridge, but it’s been stolen. DMA wasn’t the only place attacked, as makers of Carmageddon and State of Emergency had been also. Just then, FantasyMeister ran in, and a brick flew through the window, proclaiming that Strafex has been kidknapped.
Shocktrooper then joined the fray, AR34 in hand, and announced that Stryke has been kidknapped. They had to then decide what to do next.
Ant then proclaims that he’s going to save Stryke, Strafex and anyone else who has been kidknapped and Meka decides to tag along. Grix joined and they ran Sniper over 8 times, just as some cult members appear out of nowhere.
Back at SR HQ FM, Pb, Aliboy, Shocktrooper, Bonus and AfroJoe were discussing today’s events. They decided to try and track down the person who threw the brick through the window. They found a set of footprints and followed them into the sewers.
A cult member speaks to Stryke and Strafex briefly, before throwing them into a cell.
We are now back with Ant, Grix and Meka in the Grixmobile. The cult members pulled their ‘menacing’ weapons on the trio. However, Grix drove off but the cult members down an alley caught them. Grix reversed out of the alley, running two cult members down and disposing of all other threats in their way, as they drive off.
In the sewer, FM, Afro, PB, Shocky and Bonus gave chase to the brick-thrower, but went a mile the wrong way. After losing him, they decided to try and find the stolen Mega Drive cartridge. To find out who had it last, FM pulls out his phone and dials SR’s number.
As Ant, Grix and Meka walk through a treacherous field with many dangerous enemies, Sniper is eaten by a grizzly bear. Grix stopped outside Joe’s Tavern, telling the others that he needs to talk to his contact, RM18.
We next see Stryke and Strafex in their cell, when the cult leader comes in and moves them to France, proclaiming that their friends are too close by.
Ant asks RM18 if he’s an ex-member of the anti-gaming cult, and he admits it, although he was only a junior-member. Ant asks if RM18 knows where they may be holding Stryke and Strafex and he says no, but he knows where they can find out and gives them the address. RM18 warns them that it’s the location of the cult leader and that it’s secluded and contains the odd security camera.
Stryke and Strafex were escorted out of their cell and into a lorry, waiting to take them to France.
The scene reconvenes at SR HQ. Schroeder tells Mr Snuggly that they are expecting their agent soon. The agent enters and Snuggly tells her the mission objectives: Stryke and Strafex are being held in France. She must infiltrate the base and set up a safety area, in which one of the Special Reserve members will parachute down to, and aid her for the rest of the mission. Once the safety area is set up, she should wait for him to come and then infiltrate the prison, which they are being held in and she will recognise Stryke and Strafex by the pictures he hands her.
The agent arrives at France and she gets past the fence and into the perimeter, where Snuggly contacts her via earpiece. The agent tells Snuggly that she’s setting up the safety area, but that perhaps they were a little stingy on how much cushioning they packed. It is irrelevant, as the SR operative flies down too early and hits the ground from 10,000 feet. He dies for the 11th time of the story.
The lorry containing Stryke and Strafex has arrived at France. They look out the back of the lorry and witness Sniper dying, leading them to believe that the female agent working for SR killed Sniper, and they believe her to be working for the cult.
Bonus was invited on a tour around DMA studios, where men in dark clothing, who are apparently an underground cult against violent games, invaded DMA studios and stabbed the tour leader. After creating a diversion, Bonus was able to use the skills he learnt from his years of gaming to escape the building on a unicycle. However, there was still a huge crowd of the cult who closed in on him, before Sniper arrived in his car to assist Bonus. Bonus threw Sniper out of the car, an instinct from the GTA games and didn’t realise until half a mile up the road that he’d left Sniper to be killed by the cult. Bonus got on the phone to Tony and called an emergency meeting.
We now see it from Ant’s perspective, who has arrived late to the emergency meeting. It appears that the cult built up secretly, and are no strangers to trouble – they were once destroyed by a group of Microsoft’s mercenaries and the entire incident covered up. However, now that Bill Gates is inside the Mega Drive cartridge, these cults can roam free. They would just bring Gates back out of the Mega Drive cartridge, but it’s been stolen. DMA wasn’t the only place attacked, as makers of Carmageddon and State of Emergency had been also. Just then, FantasyMeister ran in, and a brick flew through the window, proclaiming that Strafex has been kidknapped.
Shocktrooper then joined the fray, AR34 in hand, and announced that Stryke has been kidknapped. They had to then decide what to do next.
Ant then proclaims that he’s going to save Stryke, Strafex and anyone else who has been kidknapped and Meka decides to tag along. Grix joined and they ran Sniper over 8 times, just as some cult members appear out of nowhere.
Back at SR HQ FM, Pb, Aliboy, Shocktrooper, Bonus and AfroJoe were discussing today’s events. They decided to try and track down the person who threw the brick through the window. They found a set of footprints and followed them into the sewers.
A cult member speaks to Stryke and Strafex briefly, before throwing them into a cell.
We are now back with Ant, Grix and Meka in the Grixmobile. The cult members pulled their ‘menacing’ weapons on the trio. However, Grix drove off but the cult members down an alley caught them. Grix reversed out of the alley, running two cult members down and disposing of all other threats in their way, as they drive off.
In the sewer, FM, Afro, PB, Shocky and Bonus gave chase to the brick-thrower, but went a mile the wrong way. After losing him, they decided to try and find the stolen Mega Drive cartridge. To find out who had it last, FM pulls out his phone and dials SR’s number.
As Ant, Grix and Meka walk through a treacherous field with many dangerous enemies, Sniper is eaten by a grizzly bear. Grix stopped outside Joe’s Tavern, telling the others that he needs to talk to his contact, RM18.
We next see Stryke and Strafex in their cell, when the cult leader comes in and moves them to France, proclaiming that their friends are too close by.
Ant asks RM18 if he’s an ex-member of the anti-gaming cult, and he admits it, although he was only a junior-member. Ant asks if RM18 knows where they may be holding Stryke and Strafex and he says no, but he knows where they can find out and gives them the address. RM18 warns them that it’s the location of the cult leader and that it’s secluded and contains the odd security camera.
Stryke and Strafex were escorted out of their cell and into a lorry, waiting to take them to France.
The scene reconvenes at SR HQ. Schroeder tells Mr Snuggly that they are expecting their agent soon. The agent enters and Snuggly tells her the mission objectives: Stryke and Strafex are being held in France. She must infiltrate the base and set up a safety area, in which one of the Special Reserve members will parachute down to, and aid her for the rest of the mission. Once the safety area is set up, she should wait for him to come and then infiltrate the prison, which they are being held in and she will recognise Stryke and Strafex by the pictures he hands her.
The agent arrives at France and she gets past the fence and into the perimeter, where Snuggly contacts her via earpiece. The agent tells Snuggly that she’s setting up the safety area, but that perhaps they were a little stingy on how much cushioning they packed. It is irrelevant, as the SR operative flies down too early and hits the ground from 10,000 feet. He dies for the 11th time of the story.
The lorry containing Stryke and Strafex has arrived at France. They look out the back of the lorry and witness Sniper dying, leading them to believe that the female agent working for SR killed Sniper, and they believe her to be working for the cult.
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