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Four men sit apon four chairs. The night sky falls apon them, and although they don't realise it, night is apon us.
"Hail Brother Ant." SHEEPY said. "What does thou bring us in this time of woe?"
"Hail Brother." Ant replied. "I bring news of a game."
"What game is this you speak of?" Said I.
"It is the one true game. The one that will bind us all." Ant reached into his sack, and withdrew thy press release.
"It is what I've always dreamed of, and yet, my dreams never seem so real." Said I.
"It is of true beauty." Said Ant.
"An online RPG?" Inquired Snipe. "What's so good about an online RPG?"
Ant and I gave Snipe an evil look.
"You do not see the whole picture, misguided one." I remarked.
"Certainly not." Ant stared at the game again. "Lord Lucas would not be pleased to hear of such blasphemy."
"Lord Lucas? What the hell are you lot blabbing on about anyway?"
"Behold. The Star Wars Online RPG is being developed, and you can now sign up for the beta testing."
"I shall not wait to do so. Goodbye gentlemen." Said I.
Snipe continued to argue with Ant and Sheepy well into the night, until Ant withdrew his +5 attack Lightsaber, and Sheepy attacked Snipe with his +15 force grip.
"Hail Brother Ant." SHEEPY said. "What does thou bring us in this time of woe?"
"Hail Brother." Ant replied. "I bring news of a game."
"What game is this you speak of?" Said I.
"It is the one true game. The one that will bind us all." Ant reached into his sack, and withdrew thy press release.
"It is what I've always dreamed of, and yet, my dreams never seem so real." Said I.
"It is of true beauty." Said Ant.
"An online RPG?" Inquired Snipe. "What's so good about an online RPG?"
Ant and I gave Snipe an evil look.
"You do not see the whole picture, misguided one." I remarked.
"Certainly not." Ant stared at the game again. "Lord Lucas would not be pleased to hear of such blasphemy."
"Lord Lucas? What the hell are you lot blabbing on about anyway?"
"Behold. The Star Wars Online RPG is being developed, and you can now sign up for the beta testing."
"I shall not wait to do so. Goodbye gentlemen." Said I.
Snipe continued to argue with Ant and Sheepy well into the night, until Ant withdrew his +5 attack Lightsaber, and Sheepy attacked Snipe with his +15 force grip.
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Meanwhile on the moon planet of Endor, Ewoks desperately formed a chain with which to pass bucket of water up to the treetop village in order to quench the flames.
The fire had started suddenly, and had soon spread to the centre of the village. How it started was something of a mystery, and not the only mystery in these parts as of late. The findings of several young Ewoks, skinned alive had struck fear into even the bravest Ewok.
The Ewoks were quickly organised into an efficient fire fighting team, and were beginning to make some progress, when all of a sudden more flames rose up from beneath the village.
It became clear that someone, or something was setting these fires on purpose....
The fire had started suddenly, and had soon spread to the centre of the village. How it started was something of a mystery, and not the only mystery in these parts as of late. The findings of several young Ewoks, skinned alive had struck fear into even the bravest Ewok.
The Ewoks were quickly organised into an efficient fire fighting team, and were beginning to make some progress, when all of a sudden more flames rose up from beneath the village.
It became clear that someone, or something was setting these fires on purpose....
The crew burst in, pushed a wounded Jimmy off the bed (he seemed to have a connection with hospitals) and looked for equiptment to remove the N chip.
Searching around, the alarm suddenly went off...
time was running out...
Searching around, the alarm suddenly went off...
time was running out...
As the posse continued on to the Medi-Lab, they discussed what had happened to Sniper.
"He's been killed THREE times now! And twice, he's come back to life! What the hell is going on?!" Grix asked, distressed. "He was in my dream as well!! Is he some kind of wierd...demon or something?"
"Well, he acted like it in real life," FM said.
"Well, there are a couple of possibilities. It could be an imposter," Dan_uk said thoughtfully.
"TWO imposters, considering he's been killed three times."
Darkness said.
"Well, I don't know then. Lets just leave it for the moment, he's definitely dead now, anyway," Grix said sadly.
The group continued on, feeling dejected and worried.
They finally came to the Medi-Lab, were FM used his lock-pick to get in. *click* The door opened.
"He's been killed THREE times now! And twice, he's come back to life! What the hell is going on?!" Grix asked, distressed. "He was in my dream as well!! Is he some kind of wierd...demon or something?"
"Well, he acted like it in real life," FM said.
"Well, there are a couple of possibilities. It could be an imposter," Dan_uk said thoughtfully.
"TWO imposters, considering he's been killed three times."
Darkness said.
"Well, I don't know then. Lets just leave it for the moment, he's definitely dead now, anyway," Grix said sadly.
The group continued on, feeling dejected and worried.
They finally came to the Medi-Lab, were FM used his lock-pick to get in. *click* The door opened.
"Right, follow me!" whispered Dan as he edged his way out of the cell.
"Where are we going?" asked Grix.
"We need to get to the Medi-Lab to get this chip in my head removed. We haven't got much time."
"Chip?" said Ant.
"The N-Chip, it makes me see fuzzy polygons and jagged edges on everything, when I'm under its effects, Emperor Tony has complete control over my will. Come on, stop asking questions. FantasyMeister take point, Grix and Ant take the flank, Darkness and I will take the rear. Let's go!"
The five heroes turned right into the dark, musty cell corridor and made their way to the electronically locked door at the end. FM used his trusty lockpick again, and the barrier slid open silently. He looked both ways up and down the next corridor, signalled the all clear, and the party advanced.
But as they turned the next corner, there was movement ahead.
"Everyone take cover!" yelled Commander FantasyMeister as he dived forward onto the ground and opened up on full power with his laser gun. The others all crouched in formation and let loose with all the firepower they could until the figure at the end of the corridor was a smouldering heap on the floor.
Commander Grix approached the slumped form and shoved it with his foot. He went visibly pale and turned to the others, who looked at the riddled and smoking figure on the ground before them.
"But, but, I thought he was squished on Hoth?"
"No, that's not right! He was shot in the back by a guard on Tattoine."
"Either way," said Grix, grimly, "Sniper is definately dead now. No one could impersonate grilled Swiss-cheese like that and get away with it."
They party continued on the the Medi-Lab.
Back in the Throne Room:
"Darth Sheepy at your service, Emperor!"
Sheepy saluted as he approached the Empirial Throne. The Emperor barely acknowledged his presence, busy as he was trying to repair the holoscreen that had recently gone on the blink.
"You requested my presence, Sir?" queried Darth Sheepy.
"What? Oh yes, Sheepy. The Force has revealed to me that the rebels have arrived at Cloud City. Take a squadron of StormTroopers and deal with this....annoying itch."
"Yes, Emperor!" Darth Sheepy spun smartly on his heel and headed out of the room, the excitement of the killing making his blood start to course feverishly through his veins. His revenge would be now!
The Emperor turned his attention back to his faulty holoscreen. The damn thing hadn't worked right since he'd strung up some of those pretty lights on it for the forthcoming festival of Krixt Mass. He inserted an electron-probe into the guts of the machine for the third time, bringing forth a staccato of sparks and blueish grey smoke. He gave up.
"Admiral Ali!" he yelled into his wrist communicator. "Call Tandy! I believe this Star Base is still under warranty! Get them out here pronto to have a look at my holoscreen!"
With that he turned off his Wrist-Com with a
*click*
"Where are we going?" asked Grix.
"We need to get to the Medi-Lab to get this chip in my head removed. We haven't got much time."
"Chip?" said Ant.
"The N-Chip, it makes me see fuzzy polygons and jagged edges on everything, when I'm under its effects, Emperor Tony has complete control over my will. Come on, stop asking questions. FantasyMeister take point, Grix and Ant take the flank, Darkness and I will take the rear. Let's go!"
The five heroes turned right into the dark, musty cell corridor and made their way to the electronically locked door at the end. FM used his trusty lockpick again, and the barrier slid open silently. He looked both ways up and down the next corridor, signalled the all clear, and the party advanced.
But as they turned the next corner, there was movement ahead.
"Everyone take cover!" yelled Commander FantasyMeister as he dived forward onto the ground and opened up on full power with his laser gun. The others all crouched in formation and let loose with all the firepower they could until the figure at the end of the corridor was a smouldering heap on the floor.
Commander Grix approached the slumped form and shoved it with his foot. He went visibly pale and turned to the others, who looked at the riddled and smoking figure on the ground before them.
"But, but, I thought he was squished on Hoth?"
"No, that's not right! He was shot in the back by a guard on Tattoine."
"Either way," said Grix, grimly, "Sniper is definately dead now. No one could impersonate grilled Swiss-cheese like that and get away with it."
They party continued on the the Medi-Lab.
Back in the Throne Room:
"Darth Sheepy at your service, Emperor!"
Sheepy saluted as he approached the Empirial Throne. The Emperor barely acknowledged his presence, busy as he was trying to repair the holoscreen that had recently gone on the blink.
"You requested my presence, Sir?" queried Darth Sheepy.
"What? Oh yes, Sheepy. The Force has revealed to me that the rebels have arrived at Cloud City. Take a squadron of StormTroopers and deal with this....annoying itch."
"Yes, Emperor!" Darth Sheepy spun smartly on his heel and headed out of the room, the excitement of the killing making his blood start to course feverishly through his veins. His revenge would be now!
The Emperor turned his attention back to his faulty holoscreen. The damn thing hadn't worked right since he'd strung up some of those pretty lights on it for the forthcoming festival of Krixt Mass. He inserted an electron-probe into the guts of the machine for the third time, bringing forth a staccato of sparks and blueish grey smoke. He gave up.
"Admiral Ali!" he yelled into his wrist communicator. "Call Tandy! I believe this Star Base is still under warranty! Get them out here pronto to have a look at my holoscreen!"
With that he turned off his Wrist-Com with a
*click*
You sound like something out of Deus Ex.
Dan_uk slumped in the cornerof the cell. It just wasn't his day. He was just beginning to like this game world that Emperor Tony had put his mind into when he had been awakened to find himself in cloudcity in the presence of Darth Sheepy.
After a few discussions, and negotiations, Darth Sheepy promised to remove all the games chips out of his head so he could be free without being trapped in a world of polygons every so often.
He knew it meant betraying his friend but once he was free of those chips he could always go and rescue them (Ant had pulled a similar stunt in another adventure stopping the rest of the gang having similar chips implanted).
This way his chance of getting his life back...
... once his friends were in the cell he had been thrown in with them. That, he didn't mind.
But to find that the chip wasn't removed, but temporarily disabled, well, that was just depressing. He only had a few days before Tony took control again.
Atleast that gave him a few days action.
In the cell, he told the rest his tale and got updated on the latest adventures.
Perhaps if he could remove the chip some how during those days then all would not be lost...
The next thing he heard was a
**CLICK**
as FM picked the lock on the cell door...
After a few discussions, and negotiations, Darth Sheepy promised to remove all the games chips out of his head so he could be free without being trapped in a world of polygons every so often.
He knew it meant betraying his friend but once he was free of those chips he could always go and rescue them (Ant had pulled a similar stunt in another adventure stopping the rest of the gang having similar chips implanted).
This way his chance of getting his life back...
... once his friends were in the cell he had been thrown in with them. That, he didn't mind.
But to find that the chip wasn't removed, but temporarily disabled, well, that was just depressing. He only had a few days before Tony took control again.
Atleast that gave him a few days action.
In the cell, he told the rest his tale and got updated on the latest adventures.
Perhaps if he could remove the chip some how during those days then all would not be lost...
The next thing he heard was a
**CLICK**
as FM picked the lock on the cell door...
Tony's wife: "TONY!! STOP HITTING THE CAT!!!"
Oh here we go again you poor wee thing. You should be more careful what you eat you know.
Blam! Pow! Slap!
Oh dear. You should have been more careful!
Blam! Pow! Slap!
Oh dear. You should have been more careful!
same things said about you meister you should die instead.
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