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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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Oh great....
u r taking this wwwaaaayyyy to far!
Calm DOWN people!
Calm DOWN people!
Fogmaster had managed to sneak aboard Darth Sheepy's ship, disguised as a Admrial. Darth Sheepy went through so many, it was hard for him to track names. He crept around a corner, to see a strange act.
Darth Sheepy kneeled aboard the SSD Classique.
A hasy image appeared in front of him, Fogmaster couldn't see at first...
"Want do you wish, my master..." Darth Sheepy still looked at the floor.
"I wish only to warn you, that I feel a presense that was not there before on your ship. I believe someone has smuggled aboard."
Fogmaster swore under his breath.
"I will investigate immediatly."
Fogmaster crept further around the corner...
No... It couldn't be!
"Thank you Emperor Tony. I shall speak to you when I dispose of the rebel."
No time to lose, thought Fogmaster. Emperor Tony was controlling the Sith!
Fogmaster quickly marched in the direction of the shuttle bay. But he soon remembered why he had came aboard the Classique in the first place...
The Death Star plans...
He run down the corridor, and quickly signed into the Empire Service Provider.
He could hear Darth Sheepy's heavy breathing near him.
He quickly downloaded the plans from the vic20 server, and then stored them on mini cd. Something Nintendo had invented many years ago, that became the normal to use.
Darth Sheepy was too close now.
He ran for it. He had no choice. Stormtroopers began running after him, but as always, Darth Sheepy gave chase by walking briskly.
Fogmaster threw himself into a Shuttle, and fired the ship fowards. Stormtroopers fire their blaster rifles at him, with no avail.
He had to deliver the plans to the alliance, along with the news of Emperor Tony...
Darth Sheepy kneeled aboard the SSD Classique.
A hasy image appeared in front of him, Fogmaster couldn't see at first...
"Want do you wish, my master..." Darth Sheepy still looked at the floor.
"I wish only to warn you, that I feel a presense that was not there before on your ship. I believe someone has smuggled aboard."
Fogmaster swore under his breath.
"I will investigate immediatly."
Fogmaster crept further around the corner...
No... It couldn't be!
"Thank you Emperor Tony. I shall speak to you when I dispose of the rebel."
No time to lose, thought Fogmaster. Emperor Tony was controlling the Sith!
Fogmaster quickly marched in the direction of the shuttle bay. But he soon remembered why he had came aboard the Classique in the first place...
The Death Star plans...
He run down the corridor, and quickly signed into the Empire Service Provider.
He could hear Darth Sheepy's heavy breathing near him.
He quickly downloaded the plans from the vic20 server, and then stored them on mini cd. Something Nintendo had invented many years ago, that became the normal to use.
Darth Sheepy was too close now.
He ran for it. He had no choice. Stormtroopers began running after him, but as always, Darth Sheepy gave chase by walking briskly.
Fogmaster threw himself into a Shuttle, and fired the ship fowards. Stormtroopers fire their blaster rifles at him, with no avail.
He had to deliver the plans to the alliance, along with the news of Emperor Tony...
errrrrrrrrrr
Four men sit apon one chair.
"Give me that!" Sniper snatched the pen from FantasyMeisters hand.
"Try and click now, why don't you!"
Hyperspace in a X-Wing was uncomfortable even with one person inside, but with four people inside, it seemed impossible to even move, and very impolite to try to itch yourself.
They left hyperspace.
"Dagobah. My uncle is here." Ant looked down to the planets surface with his left eye. Grixs leg was in his right.
"Take us down..."
The decent to the surface was quite a journeyful one, and FantasyMeister tried his best to fight the wind current that shook the X-Wing around like an ant in a can. It wasn't long before FantasyMeister justed turned off the engine and hoped for the best.
"Give me that!" Sniper snatched the pen from FantasyMeisters hand.
"Try and click now, why don't you!"
Hyperspace in a X-Wing was uncomfortable even with one person inside, but with four people inside, it seemed impossible to even move, and very impolite to try to itch yourself.
They left hyperspace.
"Dagobah. My uncle is here." Ant looked down to the planets surface with his left eye. Grixs leg was in his right.
"Take us down..."
The decent to the surface was quite a journeyful one, and FantasyMeister tried his best to fight the wind current that shook the X-Wing around like an ant in a can. It wasn't long before FantasyMeister justed turned off the engine and hoped for the best.
There was a *click*.
FantasyMeister materialised in the room where Sniper's body was flapping about on the floor like a fish out of breath. Much as he deplored the idea of helping him, FM has no choice. Now that Sheepy had revealed himself to be the Arch enemy of the Rebel Alliance, they needed all the help they could get.
So Sniper was revived.
'Welcome back Snipe' said FM.
'Eh? Wassup? Where am I?'
'You had a close encounter with Darth Sheepy, but I brought you around. We need you in the Alliance.'
Sniper grapped his light saber (which had special attachments to fire bullets like a high-powered rifle, Sniper's weapon of choice) and followed FM out of the room to the Star Port, where Grix and Ant were awaiting their arrival.
'Hail, Snipe!' said Grix jokingly. Ant just carried on chewing on his sugar.
'Hi, guys,' retorted Sniper. 'Well? Lets get going!'.
The Four climbed on board the X-Wing, which was looking a bit dated now.
'You need a faster craft,' murmured Grix. 'Let's go find another.
'I know!' exclaimed Ant. 'My Uncle Yoda has a spare craft or two, I believe he has one of the fastest craft in the Galaxy in his collection. Let's go visit him!'
'What is the type of craft of which you speak?' asked Grix, muddling up his words, as he was prone to do.
'Why, it's the Millennium Ant of course,' replied Ant, tucking into another bag of sugar.
'Don't spill any more sugar on my seat covers!' shouted FantasyMeister, 'I had to get a new Dust Devil last week and even that one is getting clogged up.'
He waved his data glove, and the X-wing shot off into cyberspace.
*click*
FantasyMeister materialised in the room where Sniper's body was flapping about on the floor like a fish out of breath. Much as he deplored the idea of helping him, FM has no choice. Now that Sheepy had revealed himself to be the Arch enemy of the Rebel Alliance, they needed all the help they could get.
So Sniper was revived.
'Welcome back Snipe' said FM.
'Eh? Wassup? Where am I?'
'You had a close encounter with Darth Sheepy, but I brought you around. We need you in the Alliance.'
Sniper grapped his light saber (which had special attachments to fire bullets like a high-powered rifle, Sniper's weapon of choice) and followed FM out of the room to the Star Port, where Grix and Ant were awaiting their arrival.
'Hail, Snipe!' said Grix jokingly. Ant just carried on chewing on his sugar.
'Hi, guys,' retorted Sniper. 'Well? Lets get going!'.
The Four climbed on board the X-Wing, which was looking a bit dated now.
'You need a faster craft,' murmured Grix. 'Let's go find another.
'I know!' exclaimed Ant. 'My Uncle Yoda has a spare craft or two, I believe he has one of the fastest craft in the Galaxy in his collection. Let's go visit him!'
'What is the type of craft of which you speak?' asked Grix, muddling up his words, as he was prone to do.
'Why, it's the Millennium Ant of course,' replied Ant, tucking into another bag of sugar.
'Don't spill any more sugar on my seat covers!' shouted FantasyMeister, 'I had to get a new Dust Devil last week and even that one is getting clogged up.'
He waved his data glove, and the X-wing shot off into cyberspace.
*click*
A large fan beats in the background of a smoke filled room.
The source of the smoke sits in a dark chair, with a dark face. The light from behind the fan shines in Snipers eyes, so much in fact, that he can hardly see the chair in front of him, which he is asked to sit in. There was quite a distance between his chair, and the dark figure. At least four metres.
The smoking man extinguished himself. He looks up, for the first time since Sniper entered the room.
"You need to know, that I trust you. Whatever happens. I trust your judgement." Snipe says to the shadow.
The dark figure spoke. "So do I. But I'm not sure if I trust yours."
The only sound in the room, was that of the fan beating.
"I understand your anger." Snipe tried to gain control of the conversation. "But petty arguing will get us nowhere, we have to come to a decision."
The sound of the fan seemed to get louder.
"Rushed decisions may cost us everything. We must take time. In your case though, time is running out far too quick."
Why was the fan getting louder? He could feel the noise in his chest now. It was getting unbearable.
Sniper went to speak, but found his lungs unable to co-operate with his demands.
The smoking man, started to smoke again, and his chair swirled around, to face the fan.
Sniper fell to the floor, gasping for breath. The last thing he saw, was the figure of the man, walking over him, paying no attention to him, as his heart sounded for the last time.
Darth Sheepy strode over the body of Admrial Sniper, and continued to stride towards his shuttle, bound for his Super Star Destroyer. It seemed he would have to cope with the disaster after all.
The source of the smoke sits in a dark chair, with a dark face. The light from behind the fan shines in Snipers eyes, so much in fact, that he can hardly see the chair in front of him, which he is asked to sit in. There was quite a distance between his chair, and the dark figure. At least four metres.
The smoking man extinguished himself. He looks up, for the first time since Sniper entered the room.
"You need to know, that I trust you. Whatever happens. I trust your judgement." Snipe says to the shadow.
The dark figure spoke. "So do I. But I'm not sure if I trust yours."
The only sound in the room, was that of the fan beating.
"I understand your anger." Snipe tried to gain control of the conversation. "But petty arguing will get us nowhere, we have to come to a decision."
The sound of the fan seemed to get louder.
"Rushed decisions may cost us everything. We must take time. In your case though, time is running out far too quick."
Why was the fan getting louder? He could feel the noise in his chest now. It was getting unbearable.
Sniper went to speak, but found his lungs unable to co-operate with his demands.
The smoking man, started to smoke again, and his chair swirled around, to face the fan.
Sniper fell to the floor, gasping for breath. The last thing he saw, was the figure of the man, walking over him, paying no attention to him, as his heart sounded for the last time.
Darth Sheepy strode over the body of Admrial Sniper, and continued to stride towards his shuttle, bound for his Super Star Destroyer. It seemed he would have to cope with the disaster after all.
FantasyMeister comes online just to blast Sniper into oblivion with the X-Wing lasers on full pulse power, but than can't be bothered and goes back to bed.
Too bad!
The data glove flicked quickly over the switches of the X-Wing keyboard.
CTRL...
ALT...
DELETE....
The X-Wing roared back into life and materialised 3ft above the ground, on which lay the charred remains of 3 bodies. Well, two bodies and a crispy Sheep.
FantasyMeister disembarked and removed 3 vials from his belt pack and quickly scooped up the ashy remains into the small containers, which he then inserted into the molecular regeneration units on the hull of his craft.
4 seconds later, 3 angry figures appeared before him. Ant bent down to retrieve his lightsaber, and Sheepy bleated in annoyance as it was removed. Grix was still looking visibly upset by his newfound knowledge.
'Never mind', said FantasyMeister to The Three. 'Price is sure to drop soon. In the meantime, there's always Unreal Tournament to hone our skills on. Plus loads of other online games from freeola.com if you want to download an online RPG or two.'
'But it's not STAR WARS!!' moaned Grix, 'What are we gonna do?'
FantasyMeister beckoned, and The Three took their places in the cockpit of the X-Wing. FantasyMeister flicked the switches and the craft evaporated in a molecular puff, and the journey started.
The Quest for Cheap Games on the Internet had begun.
*Click*
CTRL...
ALT...
DELETE....
The X-Wing roared back into life and materialised 3ft above the ground, on which lay the charred remains of 3 bodies. Well, two bodies and a crispy Sheep.
FantasyMeister disembarked and removed 3 vials from his belt pack and quickly scooped up the ashy remains into the small containers, which he then inserted into the molecular regeneration units on the hull of his craft.
4 seconds later, 3 angry figures appeared before him. Ant bent down to retrieve his lightsaber, and Sheepy bleated in annoyance as it was removed. Grix was still looking visibly upset by his newfound knowledge.
'Never mind', said FantasyMeister to The Three. 'Price is sure to drop soon. In the meantime, there's always Unreal Tournament to hone our skills on. Plus loads of other online games from freeola.com if you want to download an online RPG or two.'
'But it's not STAR WARS!!' moaned Grix, 'What are we gonna do?'
FantasyMeister beckoned, and The Three took their places in the cockpit of the X-Wing. FantasyMeister flicked the switches and the craft evaporated in a molecular puff, and the journey started.
The Quest for Cheap Games on the Internet had begun.
*Click*
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