Board 8 > "Random Elimination Rebirth" (writing project - STORY topic)

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ehhhh maybe not tonight >_<

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)

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I FIND THIS LAME

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I think I'll make a chapter about Ioria. Anybody mind?

Lich_Sandro posted...
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I think I'll make a chapter about Ioria. Anybody mind?

Are you in the right topic? >_>

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)

CHAPTER 14: On a Collision Course with Disaster

Caelus walked into the control room, looking refreshed and stretching his arms, as if he had just gotten a good night's sleep (I didn't. I rarely ever do...)

"Hey boss!" Said Machete happily.

"What'd I miss?" Asked Caelus.

"Well, we had another strange instance of a user in the project that was not originally supposed to be," said Figure, who also seemed to be lucid. "This time it was a 'Guiga.' We're currently looking into his assigned number to see if it has a specific meaning like the rest of the... 'unexpected' participants."

"Good work!" Announced Caelus enthusiastically. "So I told you guys about those numbers. Excellent..."

"Well YOU didn't tell us, per se," corrected Figure. "Steroids figured it out. He told us and then went to report to you."

"He did?" Asked Caelus, confused. "I don't remember that. Are you sure? I was looking that s*** up on my computer and then I blacked out. Wait... where is Steroids anyway?"

The others shot him a puzzled look.

"He was going to report to you..." said Failure. "Did he fail to do so?"

Figure frowned. "You knew that the numbers had meaning, unlike with our participants which were assigned random numbers. Steroids made this discover and then left, saying he was going to tell you all about it... You 'discovered' the same thing he did, but now he's disappeared and you claim you haven't seen him?"

"Claim f*** you man! I HAVEN'T seen him!" Replied Caelus defensively. "I told you I blacked out after I figured out that SenorHouseMouse's number got changed!"

Figure scowled. "And then he CONVENIENTLY disappeared just like Paradox... I CALL SHENANIGANS!"

"Dude you're back in bulls*** conspiracy theory mode? You're a f***ing dickbag!"

"YOU'RE the dickbag!" Retorted Figure.

"NO you are LITERALLY a big f***ing industrial-sized trash bag filled to the top with severed dicks of all lengths, girths and colors from across the globe! F*** you!" Yelled Caelus.

"OH YEAH?! DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT, TOUGH GUY!" Challenged Figure. "You can't! You're still weak! You're picking off the lesser-known and lesser-used alts first instead of attacking the big guns like me and Machete! You know why? 'Cause you're a p****! You're just a big f***ing huge gaping p****!"

As the other alts watched the escalating and highly immature fight, Squid nudged Failure. "My GOODness! With all this talk of bags of dicks and huge gaping p****, this argument has suddenly become extremely arousing, wouldn't you say?" He continued to speak in the Hedonism-bot voice. "I can feel the blood rushing to my tentacles!"

Failure just sighed and shook his head.

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"Yes, waiter. I would like a refill on my Mountain Dew please," said Luster politely. He stood up and turned around. "Of course, Luster Soldier! Coming right up!" He took his glass from his table into the kitchen, where he filled it with more Mountain Dew. He then walked back to his table and set it down with a smile. "Here you are, sir!" He said enthusiastically. He then sat down and looked up at where he was just standing. "Thank you! The food and service were both superb and I will undoubtedly be leaving you a generous tip!" For whatever reason, he was playing the roles of both customer and waiter in the deserted fancy restaurant. He took a few sips of his normal Mountain Dew. "Delicious!"

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)

Meanwhile, someone had been watching from the restaurant across the way... "He's seriously talking to himself? I don't even see a weapon!" He watched the user munch away at his meal and sip the carbonated yellow ambrosia. "This guy should be an easy kill..." Unnoticed, Zazi pulled out his knife and crept out of the restaurant and entered through the employee back entrance of the one in which Luster was eating...

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The '45 crew' found themselves in front of a large door, after exploring a deeper section of the same place they were before.

"Alright, motherf***ers... I'm gonna open the door because I'm the leader," announced Justin Justinly. "When I do, you all run in and I will run in after you and close the door behind me, because that would look cool to anyone watching. Any questions? If so, raise your hands..."

Several of his allies raised their hands, but Justin ignored them. He threw the door open and the '45 Crew' charged, throwing themselves into the glowing white light that spilled forth from the door. Justin stuck to his word and jumped in last.

"What the... HELL just happened?" Asked L3fty in a dumbfounded voice. "This is NOT what I was expecting to be behind that door..."

The rest of the 45 Crew were too shocked to speak, but all were thinking the same thing, more or less... that they had just broken reality.

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"Oh yeah, Caelus... umm... Our latest poll indicated that people are bored with the cruise ship area," announced Machete randomly.

"What? Who said that?" Asked Caelus, letting go of Figure's neck.

"100% of the people I polled, actually," replied Machete.

"What the Christ? How many people did you poll?" Inquired Caelus, wondering how the alt managed to find enough competence to run a poll.

"Just me," answered Machete.

Caelus threw a beer bottle at Machete, striking him in the head. "You numbskull!" He looked at a monitor that had a bunch of green gibberish-s*** running down it, like that code in The Matrix. "Heh... well it looks like the scene will change again soon anyway... and it won't be me or any of you morons who does it. Gotta love these crazy participants and the crazy ideas they get when I throw their asses into a crazy project like this!" He grinned and cackled... then punched himself in the face for making a Matrix reference, because there were way too motherf***ing many Matrix references years ago and anyone who still does that is just stupid.

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Zazi hadn't been sure of Luster's mental state and was unable to determine what his weapon was, so approaching the dining user with a taste for Mountain Dew would be a task that required extreme caution. In the employee area off of the kitchen, Zazi had found various uniforms. He picked a simple waiter's outfit and put it on, thinking that because of the way Luster spoke, he would be too dumb to recognize another participant's face whom he had not seen since the original room.

With a waiter's uniform on and wasp knife in hand, Zazi walked out into the dining room with a professional and confident swagger.

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)

Luster had decided that his dining experience was too quiet. He desired music. "I desire music," he announced suddenly. He realized that nothing in the restaurant would be able to provide him with music, so he a precise calculation on what should be done. "I shall provide my own music... through song!" He began to sing one of Busta Rhymes' song, imagining Busta Rhymes in all of the Mountain Dew commercials he did a bunch of years ago while also thinking about his own beloved alt, Lusta_Rhymes (I apologize if it is actually Lusta Rhymes, LustaRhymes, Lusta-Rhymes or -LustaRhymes-, as I do not have access to the exact name of the alt, only the memory of it from either one of Luster's posts or the leaderboard in which all of the accounts were his alts). Luster then thought about how awesome if he had signed some of his alts up for this project like Dante did. It could be a project with 200 participants, with 170 or so being Luster alts! He was so lost in his daydreaming that he failed to notice someone sneaking up on him...

Zazi stepped closer and closer to the user at the table, who was facing him at this point, but singing and failing to pay attention.

Luster looked up suddenly to see the dude in the waiter uniform.

"And how is your meal today, sir?" Asked Zazi cheerfully, reacting quickly. "Your previous waiter had to leave early as his wife just went into labor, so I will be serving you for the remainder of your dining experience." He didn't care about the ridiculous and blatant lie. It just felt right.

"Oh! Well, send the new parents my most Lusterly regards!" Answered Luster.

What a f***ing nutjob... Thought Zazi. "So, is there anything I can get you? Perhaps some dessert or another Mountain Dew... or a refill on your other beverage there?" Zazi gestured to Luster's second glass, nearly empty with just a few fluid ounces of some light-brown soda.

"Oh, no thank you. That's quite all right, ma'am. We're about ready to hit the ol' dusty trail. Will you retrieve the check?" Asked Luster. He got out of his seat.

Well, s***, Thought Zazi. He had wanted to keep his target seated, but Luster was on his feet now.

Luster, much taller than Zazi because Luster is very tall >_>, went to pull something out of his pocket.

Zazi went into survival mode and swung with his knife, slashing Luster on the hand.

Luster yelped and dropped the object he had reached for, a bottle of light-brown soda. It fell to floor and the cap popped off.

Zazi swung again, stabbing Luster in the side.

Luster screamed in agony, not just from the stab wound but from the devastating cold gas that ballooned in his abdomen from the deadly knife. He fell forward onto the table, dying.

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)

That's how it's done... Thought Zazi with a grin. He began to walk away, knowing that Luster had taken enough internal damage to kill him, even if it took a few seconds or even a minute.

Luster's Mountain Dew Rockslide Rampage was spilling in an ever-increasing puddle of the floor. The dying user reached for the nearly-empty glass, which contained a shot of the super-soda, which he had poured for his female friend sitting across from him, hoping to get into her pants, only she was just a figment of his imagination, a hallucination at best. He drank the liquid and immediately began to feel that he had the the strength to power through his injury. The bottle with the rest had spilled... could he salvage it? He looked around frantically. Salt and pepper, napkins, ketchup... He froze, not like his organs from the cold carbon dioxide gas expelled into his body from his attacker's knife but like a person that just realized something...

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Voltch found himself in a bathroom... because he had to take a leak. He took off the gauntlets. "Well damn! You don't realize how heavy these are until you take them off!" He exclaimed Britishly. "Now... down to business..." He proceeded to urinate into the urinal. He felt like this part had no relevance to the story and was just put in to give Voltch screen time in this chapter. When he had finished, he shook his wang as if it were a fist, zipped up, put his gauntlets back on (after washing his hands of course) and walked out, whistling the theme song to Top Gear. Little did he know that another British user was in the process of doing something else that involved Top Gear...

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Zazi was heading away from the restaurant area. He realized he was still wearing the waiter outfit. "Damn... I should go back and get my clothes. Was it even necessary to put this on instead?" He shrugged and turned around.

Before he had time to react, something large struck him and sent him sprawling across the smooth floor. The knife was send further, leaving the stunned and injured user unarmed. Zazi struggled to sit up and even to remain conscious. It seemed as though a table had struck him. A large figure was closing in on him...

Luster stormed forward after throwing the table further than any normal human being could throw a table. He was on Zazi just as Zazi reached the knife. He felt the blade penetrate his calf and screamed out in pain again as the cold gas ravaged his leg, forcing him down onto one knee. He punched his opponent in the arm as hard as he could.

Zazi cried out as felt the bones in his arm snap from the tremendous impact. He couldn't feel the knife slip from his grip, but he knew it had. Still on his back, he swung his leg around, kicking Luster in his side-wound, opening it up and causing blood to flow out once again.

Luster growled and pinned Zazi down. He took out the ketchup bottle that contained a few doses of his super Mountain Dew and took a few gulps. He felt his strength returning and he felt his wounds heal to a certain degree. "You would have benefited from just leaving me alone..." He said coldly. He quickly grabbed Zazi and belt his body backward. Several snapping sounds rang out and the body went limp. Zazi's heels were now pressed against the back of his head.

Luster's wounds were stable... but he didn't have a lot of his 'potion' left and he knew that he would have to be more cautious and less trusting if he encountered another participant.

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)

He proceeded to urinate into the urinal. He felt like this part had no relevance to the story and was just put in to give Voltch screen time in this chapter. When he had finished, he shook his wang as if it were a fist, zipped up, put his gauntlets back on (after washing his hands of course) and walked out

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almost done with next one. Possibly tonight. if not, definitely tomorrow

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)

CHAPTER 15: A Quasi-Recap Episode, Sort Of

Chronic was confident that his new weapon would be able to take anyone out. He was lounging about on the lower deck. He had taken the time to completely familiarize himself with this part of the ship, and felt that it would be better to stay here and kill anyone who might show up rather than looking around for people. Still, he was quite anxious.

Luckily, he had something to take the edge off. After searching through several of the economy rooms, he had discovered a bag and several rolling papers. The stuff wasn't as good as the stuff in the joint he had been given as a weapon, but it would help him relax...

He lit up one of several newly-rolled joints and inhaled the happy-fun smoke into his lungs. "Ahh yeah... here we go..." He said as a smile began to form on his face. He exhaled.

He definitely felt relaxed... so relaxed that he failed to notice a shadow sneaking up on him...

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"Why do we have to go all the way to the restaurant area? If you're really hungry, just eat this damn turkey leg that's part of my f***ing dumb weapon!" Whined Han.

"Silence!" Ordered XIII. "I crave not turkey leg, but deep-fried elk! My stomach and loins ACHE for it!"

"Why don't you just wish for a plate of fried elk?" Asked Han. "That way we wouldn't have to walk so damn far..." He was already panting from exertion.

"First of all, why would I waste a wish on something I can get myself?!" Snapped XIII. "And besides, WE'RE not walking. YOU'RE walking... and doing a slow job I might add! GIDDE-YAP!" XIII gave Han a sharp kick with his heel.

Han continued to whine and moan as he carried his master on his shoulders. "This blows..."

"Hey! Enough with the insolence! You're lucky I'm not Thejp!" Growled XIII.

Suddenly, Han began to stumble sideways and started to lose his balance. "ACK!" He cried. He toppled over, dropping XIII to the floor.

"WHAT IS THE MEEEEEANING OF THIS?!" Bellowed XIII angrily.

"I'm sorry, master! My equilibrium was thrown off! I think the ship is changing direction! Please no hurt! NO HURT!" He cowered in fear.

"Hmm, I think you're right actually," replied XIII. "How odd..."

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Ammunition began to rattle as the ship sharply altered its course.

Crimson frowned as she took a pause from reloading her Uzis and pocketing bullets in the ship's security offices. "What the hell? Is someone actually driving this ship?"

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)

Suddenly, there was a loud slamming sound against the door.

Crimson readied herself as more loud sounds could be heard and the door began to dent inward. Someone was breaking in, but seemed to be bringing a non-gun to a gun fight. Crimson was ready...

The door unhinged from the impact and burst open. A crazy-looking man with a big axe stormed in. "WHERE'S THE BEEF?!" He screamed.

"You know, I didn't actually lock that door," said Crimson with a grin. She raised her Uzis.

Maniac realized he had made a foolish decision. "Umm... pardon me, ma'am. Might you be able to point me to the nearest lavatory?"

Crimson chuckled. Just as she pulled the trigger, Maniac turned and dashed out of the doorway.

The axe-wielding lunatic took a bullet in the shoulder but made it out of the room. He bolted down the hall and around the corner. "Damn it! F***! I made a bad decision!"

Crimson had fired several bullets and one had struck the other user in the shoulder as he fled, but the gun then jammed. Crimson smacked it a few times and ran to the door, taking a few shots in both directions in case the assailant was just outside the room. She heard nothing and then looked out. He was long gone... Crimson rolled her eyes. "Pfft, whatever..." She grabbed more bullets and left the security offices.

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As Chronic enjoyed his joint, he felt a shift in the wind direction... or perhaps the direction the ship was heading. In his peripherals, he noticed movement and quickly spun around. A shadow had crossed the area of the deck as a result of the ship's change in direction and position relative to the sun. "God damn! Almost gave me heart attack! F***ing sun..." Muttered the baked user. (Haw haw I totally fooled you guys about that shadow!)

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The 45 crew found themselves in a remote jungle ruin near a beautiful beach...

"Where the donkey's ass are we?" Asked Mcflubbin.

Inviso quickly made two observations. She saw six stumps that had been placed in specific spots near one another, possibly to be used as seats. There was a small podium-like object not far away, as well as a fire pit with a a fire burning between the stumps and the podium. "You guys... this looks like a tribal council area from Survivor!" She exclaimed. "Only it's daytime..." She then revealed her second observation. "There are seven of us, but only six seats..."

"Actually, there are only six of us," added Regaro. "JeffRaze is missing!"

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)

Everyone looked around and it was indeed true. Jeff was nowhere to be found.

"So... maybe we should just take a seat and see what happens?" Suggested Genesis.

Regaro had already wandered away from the group and headed toward the beach. He looked up and down, hoping to see any sign of JeffRaze. What he saw... was something else entirely. "Uhhhh... Guys?... GUYS! Come here! You're all gonna wanna see this!" He sounded a bit nervous and his eyes were wide, confirming his nervousness.

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JeffRaze heard his allies not far from his position, but he was advised not to call out to them. He stood, just a bit deeper in the jungle and he was not alone...

"Your number has been randomly selected for an upcoming death," cackled one of Caelus' alts menacingly.

Jeff gulped. "What if I... don't exactly feel like dying?"

Machete laughed. "Relax, man! I'm kidding. You're number hasn't been selected, but you have... not as the victim but for another role..."

Jeff still felt uneasy. He then heard his allies all shouting about something, though they seemed further away than before. "What's going on out there?" He asked.

Machete grinned. "Change of scenery..."

A loud horn echoed through the jungle...

Stay turned for scenes from our next episode...

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Ayvuir's plan was going perfectly. He had made it to the bridge, where had taken control of the ship. He had spotted a fairly large island nearby and decided that if he were ram the ship into the island at full speed, he might be able to kill a bunch of people while being himself protected by his Stig suit... and so, he was now driving the ship at full throttle and the island was dead ahead. He began to laugh like an insane person, not unlike the way most of the other participants laugh because for some reason I made a lot of you crazy >_>.

"Cheers, everyone! This is your captain speaking! I hope you've enjoyed your cruise on the S. S. First Three Letters of Titanic! We will now be disembarking onto this random island!... And by 'disembarking onto,' I mean 'crashing into at full speed.' I would advise you all put on your safety belts... Oh wait! Cruise ships don't have those! AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!" He hadn't actually been talking to anyone since he didn't bother to figure out the PA system, but he was too insane and British to care. He was now laughing hysterically in his Stig outfit as the ship approached the island. "YES! YESSSSSS!" He exclaimed gleefully in an Eric Cartman tone of voice.

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Next time, on Survivor... How will the 45 Crew deal with their first tribal council? Will JeffRaze be able to fit into the role that Machete has assigned to him? How many lives will be lost when the ship crashes into the island and how will it affect the game? Tune in at... whenever I post the next chapter... to find out!

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)

*hums tribal council music*

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The elk. They're out for blood.
http://www.gamefaqs.com/boards/8-gamefaqs-contests/60806059

From: ImTheMacheteGuy | #215
"Cheers, everyone! This is your captain speaking! I hope you've enjoyed your cruise on the S. S. First Three Letters of Titanic! We will now be disembarking onto this random island!... And by 'disembarking onto,' I mean 'crashing into at full speed.' I would advise you all put on your safety belts... Oh wait! Cruise ships don't have those! AHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH!" He hadn't actually been talking to anyone since he didn't bother to figure out the PA system, but he was too insane and British to care. He was now laughing hysterically in his Stig outfit as the ship approached the island. "YES! YESSSSSS!" He exclaimed gleefully in an Eric Cartman tone of voice.

Crazy British people. lol

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Bear, do not blame, what cannot be changed

dun Dun DUN

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MMBN style fighting game made by me in the link below!
http://sandbox.yoyogames.com/games/184947-b8bn

Awe yea. Raging with the Uzis.

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ocean kinda grew on me like a flesh eating ...fungus. -BIGPUN9999

The door unhinged from the impact and burst open. A crazy-looking man with a big axe stormed in. "WHERE'S THE BEEF?!" He screamed.

"You know, I didn't actually lock that door," said Crimson with a grin. She raised her Uzis.

Bah! Just opening the door would have made for a far less crazy yet awesome entrance

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Guns don't kill people, Kinder eggs do. I saw it in a post on GameFAQs. ~FAHtastic

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ya right you are case the sunglasses have 3d so i can see right threw their clothes -ertyu
(about wearing sunglasses to stare at boobs without girls noticing)