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[Strife26]

Sheesh, am I expected to only read the stories or the entire thread?

[Org]

Heh. Org, you don't exactly have a character. In fact your entire role in any story anyone would write would consist of one sentence and barely any action from you on your part what so ever.

Whys that?

Man, why are you guys such bullies? ALL I WANTED IS A PART

[Jackrabbit]

Well write your own. Ask and ye shalt not receive. I'm not writing you in unless I feel it would work,

[Aqizzar]

Sheesh, am I expected to only read the stories or the entire thread?

Yes.

These ways lie madness...  All these ways...

[Jackrabbit]

Read the thread for... strangeness. Read the stories for... marginally less strangeness.

[JoshuaFH]

Would you like me to write you a story Org, with you as the main character?

[Org]

Sure Josh. Thanks. 

[WorkerDrone]

Would you like me to write you a story Org, with you as the main character?

THIS.

I have GOT to see.

[Luke_Prowler]

I too must see this, if only for a quick chuckle.

What? I can be sophisticated.

**** all of you.

[JoshuaFH]

Before Org's story, I wrote this in the "Do you have enemies?" thread as a joke:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Wait...you sued a 5 year old for slander?!

Noooooo. He just got into trouble, really. And never forgave me. Presumably he still hates me but I don't live in NZ anymore.

The night is dry in Australia, and dreams rustle and bustle inside the mind of one of it's residents, only to awake him in sweaty terror at every quarter hour. Jackrabbit's foot itched, and being a rabbit, this were something of an occurrance that only happened during on blue moons, after eating maraschino cherries, or if mortal danger were nearby. The pitch blackness made everyone awares that there was no moon tonight, and maraschino cherries were a delicacy that had not grazed his lips in many a month. The air was tense, and the halls of his home were dark, reaking of danger, even when well-lit. This is not a phenomena spawning from his paranoia, or nature, something in his home was lying in wait. To the end of finding it, he called his friend, Workerdrone, a perpetually enraged certified space marine that specialized in filling things with holes, beating things to death, and doing both of those while screaming his mind out. Jackrabbit trusted him however, ever since the incident in Tejas, and he felt that allowing him to rummage through his home as an infinitely better alternative to inaction.
"I've looked Jack, there's nothing wrong."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I've looked in every room, making sure to lock the door behind me so no evildoers might sneak out, and scanned every nook and cranny for life signs. Nothing is out of place, and the area surrounding your house, which has been constantly scanned since my arrival, are equally devoid of life, save for the occasional giant spider, dingo, and dingo-eating giant snake. Those are usual though, and nothing to be this alarmed about. I did find these odd magazines though..."
Jack snatches the magazines from his hand, to quickly fold them and hide them under his arm.
"My hair's standing up though! My feet are itching! Nothing natural is causing this! Are you sure you checked everywhere?!"
"Positive, the crawlspace under your home has been searched with equal vigilance. Whatever attic there is is just as lifeless as everything else. The space between the walls have not escaped me either, and I can assure you, that the only things hiding in this house are common insects, which are not interesting in the least."
"Well, could you atleast stay the night? My rabbity instincts are telling me... telling me that something is definitely wrong with tonight, and I don't feel safe."
"Just go to sleep you wuss. There's nothing here that can kill you, besides the usual things, which would have done so already if they had wanted to. You're perfectly safe."
And with that, he packed his high-tech devices, got into his vehicle, and sped off to adventures unknown, leaving Jackrabbit to fend for himself. Silence falls over the house, except for the tick-tocking of the clock, providing a clear rhythm to punctuate his creeping terror.
Peace of mind would never come to him however, and so Jackrabbit resolved to place some trust in Workerdrone's analysis, and set himself to bed. Glaring at the clock, it indifferently declares that it's a quarter after midnight. He rests his head on the pillow, seeking comfort in knowing that nothing could possibly approach him without alarming him, seeing as all the doors are closed, and thoroughly squeaky, and the hardwood floors equally creaky and sensitive to even the slightest movement. The bugs and wildlife outside would be aroused and alarmed by anyone's movement, and would warn of any outsider sneaking about. Every entrance to his home was locked and secured in every sane way, and most insane ways, insuring that any would-be intruder would have a hell of a time getting in. The more he thought about it, the more relaxed he felt about his safety, he let his eyes feel heavy, and darkness overcome the recesses of his mind.
Sleepfulness slowly overtook Jackrabbit's senses, and a night's rest was but a few moments away.
There was not a squeak, creak, rustle, crunch, crash, bash, yap, or squeal in those next few moments, not a single one, which made it all the more jolting to Jack's senses when the cold point of gunmetal was jabbed into his eye.
"Hey there JACKY!"
How could he? How was this possible? How could he have overcome every single precaution he took?
"...who... who are you, how did you get in..?"
"Now now, I didn't come here to explain my magic tricks to you, but I've been waiting a very long time for this moment, and so I'm just dying to know: Do you still remember me?"
"Uh...uh..." Jack's mind raced, but every thought was clouded with terror, "I... don't..."
"That's fine, it's not as though it would change the outcome of this moment. I do, however, want a memory roll over you before you die. 19 years ago, New Zealand, 5 year old boy."
"OH SHI!"
and the loud bang, like a door being slammed with great force, echoed throughout the night. A dingo watches as a dark silhouette escapes from the house's back door, and makes his way into the night with his thirst for revenge sated. Whatever qualm there had been between these two individuals, it was now at rest, with it's victor escaping to live the rest of his life. He now had peace of mind, but not a clear conscience. It's something... he can definitely live with though.

[Rashilul]

A dingo watches as a dark silhouette escapes from the house's back door, and makes his way into the night with his thirst for revenge sated.

Poor Jackrabbit...if only Workerdrone had listened to him.

Now he will never get his updates.

[Duke 2.0]

 In the big reveal, it is Jackrabbit that killed the grown-up kid.

[Heron TSG]

What's with all the duplicate accounts?

I want to be in it. :I

I wanna be in a story. (You know, as someone other than someone who calls in enforcements or someone who went to VN and played cards.)

[LegoLord]

What's with all the duplicate accounts?

I thought the Toonyman/Aquizzar were the only ones?

[ToonyMan]

Infront of Enemy Limes:  Part 8

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Sonihero scanned the ground as he flew fast.  His hands were a bit slippery from all that buttercorn he ate before the mission.  He had to find Toony, and bring him back to Sir Josh, about an hour after his started the search he received some new information.  The Martians were going to help fight with the resistance, but only if they were to see ToonyMan in person.  "Why would they want to do that?"  thought Sonihero.

BEEP BEEP BLIP BEEP

The copter begun speaking.

LIFE-SIGN DETECTED 9.3278 KILOMETERS NORTH-EAST FROM HERE

"Thanks Tuesday."  Said Sonihero, even though it wouldn't matter.

That's probably ToonyMan, I wonder how he's doing, from the readins he's all by himself.  Two minutes passed before reaching their destination.  Sonihero slowed to a stop in mid-air, scanning the ground.  What he saws in thy distances were inane.  Toony was swinging two revolvers around, screeming at some trees that were surrounding him, he could almost hear what he were saying.

"BEK OF DUEK ROTORS."  He fired a shot into one of the trees.

"THAY NEVER STOOPP."  He charged at one of the trees, head first, head lit up.  The thud shook the area around, before he fell over, probably unconscious given the comedy of the story.

What the hall?  He's yelling at threes.  Sonnyhero thought for a minute.  And why am I thinkin funny?  He went to press the transmitter button to tell everyone that he found Toony when he accidentally slipped (curse those plot causing fingers!) and press the self-destruct button right next to it.

BEEP BEEP BLIP BEEP

SELF-DESTRUCT IN 1---*BOOM*

TOO BE CONTINUED