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[Pandarsenic]

WE ARE THE BEST SUBFORUM

THE BEST

:3

[Ottofar]

Why do we have a canon?  Whyyyy

WE ARE THE BEST SUBFORUM

THE BEST

:3

Sig this I will.

[webadict]

Why do we have a canon?  Whyyyy

WE ARE THE BEST SUBFORUM

THE BEST

:3

[SirBayer]

The fact that we make time to do this makes it all so much funnier.

[RedWarrior0]

We need to sticky the Mafia Subforum Fanfic Thread.

[webadict]

After the Scatterbrain backstory:
Dak and SirBayer are playing a game of chess. Dak easily beats Bayer. Bayer is upset about losing. Dak asks for a rematch. Bayer heads to his room. Vector returns home. She is worried. She has found that Webadict controls the Mafia, to some extent. She knows she will be a part of the next game.
Dak is also worried. The two of them remember joining Webadict. He had power and money. He gave them their home, their lives, and each other. There were plenty of people just like them.
But they were both trying to get out. Vector had tried to figure out how he got them to do what he wanted. Dak says they'll find it. They tuck Bayer in and leave.
Bayer is home alone. He wakes up in the middle of the night. He tries to find his parents. They aren't anywhere to be found. Instead, he finds a ghost. He calls himself Alexhans.
The ghost peaks the boy's interest. He leads him out of his house and into Webadict's compound. He leads him to an ancient machine. It is the controller of the games. He tells the boy that there was originally no controller, that there simply were games. It was when the games got out of hand that they decided there would be one. It was known as the Mephansteras.
Bayer looks at the machine. He cannot decipher the machine at all. Alexhans tells him that the machine is in Twelven, and that Webadict had studied for many years to learn how to read and decode it. Alexhans tells him that there is need for a new King.
Bayer is confused but also exhilarated. He wants to be King. He follows the ghost's instructions and activates the machine. A new game has started.
Webadict enters then. Alexhans has exacted his revenge. Alexhans was the previous King (For there had been many), and Webadict had stolen his throne through the same means. Realization appears and disappears in the same instance on Webadict's face. Mesmerized, he suddenly leaves.
Alexhans leaves the boy. He merely wanted his revenge. Bayer is still confused but returns home. Vector and Dak are there. They scold him. He asks where they were. They say they have never left. Confused, he goes to sleep.
Bayer sneaks out each Night and goes to the machine. He has found Webadict's library, with many books in Twelven from olden days.
He eventual translates the machine. He finds that his parents have also been chosen for the game. It is too late to stop them. He watches on the screens as Webadict kills them all...



There, you now have a reason to save Vector/kill me. You can do that. Dak, however, is still dead. You may not retcon him back to life.

[Jokerman-EXE]

Spoiler: ToonyMan's Chapter One (click to show/hide)

Everybody Dies

Toony chewed on his napkin, this wasn't going well.

Dinner was suppose to be a delightful evening, but instead Pandarsenic was seen motionless on the ground.  His chair fallen back on the ground beside him.  Wine spilled all over his nice, once-clean, white bib.  Neighboring chairs' Webadict and Org rushed over to his side, but the poison had already finished its malevolent business.

There was banging at the front door.  Everyone except Webadict, Org, and Pandarsenic (understandably) dashed as fast as they could sprint to see who this visitor was.

Inaluct stood wide-eyed and surprised when nine people swung the huge wooden door back, almost causing him to tumble backwards.


Parcville was a town at the base of Mount Cosanostra, it was a plain town with a population in the thousand range.  Life was ordinary and that's what everybody there enjoyed.  Parcville had a reputation of being boring and difficult to find through maps, new faces were a sight to be seen.

Four days ago I received a letter in the mail by an anonymous sender, that would be a Friday I believe.  I would soon find out that eleven others would receive the same exact letter.  Straight down to the font and spacing.  At first I scoffed at the letter, "Anonymous letter?  Why would I open something from someone that didn't even have the decency to reveal their name?  The right thing to do would have been to throw that wretched letter in the fire, but I opened it.

Inside was a single piece of paper folded twice to fit the letter size.  I fetched my reading glasses from my coat pocket (it was winter) and casually read the first few words out loud before I focused all attention on it through my head.


My automobile was a piece of crap to be honest, but I had to follow the directions of that letter or I would've been screwed.


I should have expected my junkmobile to break down half way up the mountain, I still couldn't believe I was going through with this "Important meeting", what nonsense I thought, but...I had to go.  At the end of the letter was a piece of hair under a strip of adhesive tape right at the bottom.  It was my hair.  Blond and curly, they knew who I was somehow.


About fifteen minutes later a hatted man with a curly mustache came cruising by on his curved dash.  Seeing my predicament he pulled over beside me and tilted his hat forward as per greeting.

"Hello there!"  He said in the most casual manner.  "Heading up the mountain as well?  Hop in I've got plenty room!"  The young chummy man leaned to his side to open the door for me.

"Thank you."  I said, keeping my eyes at a slight angle away from him.


The ride wasn't much further, but oh boy did this guy love to talk.  I don't even remember what he spoke about, some young chick he saw or something.  I was too busy pondering why we were being told to drive up the mountain to the old abandoned cabin I recalled as a young boy.  There was a sharp pain in my ribcage suddenly, I turned and saw that we had stopped and the hatted man was jabbing my ribs!

"Excuse me, but I don't remember us ever exchanging names.."  I saw the old cabin in the corner of my eye for the first time, guess we reached our destination while I spaced out.

"Oh right, yes yes.  I'm SirBayer!"  He stuck a hand out, I shook it twice before forcibly letting go.  "ToonyMan."

SirBayer frowned for the first time I had seen him, "You got that letter too, right?  That's the only reason you would want to come up here..."  He trailed off.

I shook my head and showed him the letter I kept in my pocket (I took the tape and hair off obviously).  His eyes widened and he jammed his hand into his own pocket eagerly like saving two seconds would have been worth hurting his fingers.  Out he pulled a letter of his own with every detail identical except the name, there wasn't any sign of tape being pulled off or anything, I tried my best to be nonchalant about checking.

A silence befell us as SirBayer realized he should probably turn the car off now.  We exchanged glances a few times awkwardly.

"You think anybody else got this letter?"  He asked questionably.


The sun was starting to set as we entered the long abandoned cabin.  Or so we thought anyway.  Unsurprisingly the front door was unlocked.  I swore to God we would have a blizzard or similar that would keep us cooped up there, but that never happened thankfully, at least I thought having a blizzard would be the worst of our worries.  It wasn't.


After five minutes of looking through the suspiciously clean house, which wasn't surprising but was still suspicious non-the-less there was the sound of shouting from a oddly high-pitched voice from outside.  SirBayer and I went to the front door to discover two guys.

"Hey there!"  SirBayer shot a hand out to both individuals.  "I'm SirBayer and this is uh-ToonyMan!"

I waved my hand in a plain manner, I could see the other two felt my pain matched up with this foil.

The first one SirBayer shook hands with called themselves Dakarian and they must have been the one shouting because the voice was very similar.

The second man was less willing to talk, even after SirBayer shook hands with the well dressed man and asked him for his name.  Dakarian interrupted the interaction.

"SirBayer, this is Rysith.  He's mute so try to lay back with the questions."  Dakarian gives SirBayer a stern look.

"Oh, sorry..."  SirBayer frowns for a second time, he doesn't know what to say.


Suddenly a loud revving is heard  lower down the mountain and starts steadily growing louder as it gets closer (obviously).  The four men turn their focus towards the noise to see who the newcomers are.  A single light appears through the darkening sky as what can be made out as a two wheeled vehicle comes roaring up the mountain in an increasingly foreign way, which is an odd way to put it.

That's when I had a huge realization that in a five second period lasted five minutes.

I don't know any of these people.  In a town of a thousand I don't have the faintest idea who these three people are.  That couldn't be possible, I'm was going to have to do some questioning later.

Time restored back to normal, the biped vehicle had two passengers on board, both wearing some protection over their head and thick shiny jackets reflecting off the fainting sun.  The driver turns off the vehicle and takes their head protection off with a swish of their hair.  What I heard next was unexpected.

"Who the hell are you people and why was I told to come here?  You could all suck lemons for all I cared!"


to be continued

Meanwhile...

In another part of town, as the one known as ToonyMan was receiving a letter with a piece of his hair attached, a younger man was busily getting ready to leave his humble home and trek up the mountain.

Having already received an identical letter (the man was in a sector of town that got its mail several hours earlier, of course), the young Jokerman-EXE was more than a little put off by the "attachment" on his letter: a short URL that he had typed into his computer's web browser, fingers trembling slightly. In an ironic twist, it had led to a simple download of a file called, "Jokerman-EXE.jpg," an irony that made the young man sigh before clicking it open. Within were several candid shots of himself, going about his daily life. So this was truly meant for him, then.

He had finally prepared his gear and gone up the mountain, his midnight black muscle car roaring upwards at a breakneck pace. Jokerman-EXE had always been pretty daring; some days, it turned out better than others. He reached the cabin in the woods as ToonyMan was just starting his car up - a trip for ToonyMan that was destined to be cut short by engine failure. Jokerman-EXE stepped out of his car and looked around the small clearing; there was no one else here. Now that he thought of it, he wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but an empty lot with a cabin one step away from being an ex-cabin was not high on his list. The atmosphere around here was much to suffocating.

Then he heard a shifting in the bushes behind him. Jokerman-EXE stiffened and turned slowly, but (to no one's surprise) there was nothing there. He opened his mouth, undoubtedly to utter the phrase, "Probably nothing but the wind," but before he could tempt fate any further, there was another rustle nearby. Turning towards it, Jokerman-EXE groaned and said, "Look, I'm really not in the mood for this. If you're gonna gore me and leave my corpse in the forest, can you at least do me the courtesy of hurrying up? Else, I'm going home."

Silence in the clearing for a few seconds before the rustling, slower this time, resumed. A hand emerged from a bush, pointing at Jokerman-EXE and gesturing him over urgently. Curiosity and impatience outweighing fear, Jokerman-EXE went over to the bush and, with only a slight hesitation, ducked under and around it.

In the small clearing under the bush and between those around it, another man was huddled, looking around furtively. "You all right?" Jokerman-EXE asked, concern rising, but the man shushed him violently. Rocking back on his heels, Jokerman-EXE waited.

"I'm RedWarrior0," the man said quietly, looking around as he spoke. Why was he so paranoid? "I've been here for a while, but I don't like to let people see me. Too much of a chance. They might kill me. So I just lurk around here." Indeed, Jokerman-EXE had seen the man around, but they had never really spoken; RedWarrior0 always disappeared before anything could happen. He was an urban legend back in town.

"Nice to meet you, I guess," Jokerman-EXE said, edging away, "but are you here because of a letter, or is that just me?"

"Shh, shh!" RedWarrior0 said, looking at Jokerman-EXE like he was a fool for even opening his mouth when there could be someone around. "Yeah, I got a letter. Haven't decided if I want to stick around or not yet, though. I might just avoid this one. Doesn't really catch my interest."

"Yeah," said Jokerman-EXE, looking at his car and debating leaving as well. "I might...huh?" When he turned back, RedWarrior0 was already gone. Damn. Jokerman-EXE walked back into the clearing, now pretty well confused. Nothing for it but to check out the cabin, then. He opened the door; it was, of course, unlocked, and creaked as though it was the gate to Hades. Sighing at his own stupidity for even remaining up here, Jokerman-EXE stepped inside.

Within, he saw a surprisingly clean living room, and a clean kitchen. As he was about to look up the stairs, he heard a rattling in the kitchen that made him freeze. This was too much for his nerves, really.

Before he could move, however, a man emerged from the kitchen, a newly-made sandwhich in his hands. "Oh!" said the man, who was much older than Jokerman-EXE, though he acted very youthful. "You're new around here, huh? I'm Solifuge. I teach down at the University in Parcville." Jokerman-EXE introduced himself hesitantly, and Solifuge continued merrily on without noticing Jokerman-EXE's confusion. "Nice to meet you, sir. Isn't it a nice day? I'm just thrilled: I got an invitation to come here, but no one was here and I thought I'd be alone and I was hungry so I made a sandwich and then you walked in and must have heard me because I was making no effort to be quiet but now that you're here would you like half of my sandwich it's ham and cheese with mustard on wheat because there was no rye like I usually have but - "

Jokerman-EXE held up a hand to silence Solifuge; not just because the bastard really liked to talk, but because he had heard something outside. "Come on," Jokerman-EXE hissed, grabbing Solifuge's hand and pulling him out the back. Soon after, he heard two people enter the house and begin poking around. Solifuge remained enthralled in his sandwich and was thus silent.

Silence in the house. Jokerman-EXE nodded to Solifuge, and the two of them made their way back through the house. They opened the front door, and the first thing Jokerman-EXE heard was, "...suck lemons for all I care!" which caused him to pause, halfway insulted. He opened his mouth to introduce himself, but from behind him Solifuge emerged and said, "Oh boy, more people! I'm Solifuge and this is Jokerman-EXE and we're glad you're here!" Shrugging, Jokerman-EXE nodded and raised a hand.

Back to you in the studio, ToonyMan!

[SirBayer]

After the Scatterbrain backstory:
Dak and SirBayer are playing a game of chess. Dak easily beats Bayer. Bayer is upset about losing. Dak asks for a rematch. Bayer heads to his room. Vector returns home. She is worried. She has found that Webadict controls the Mafia, to some extent. She knows she will be a part of the next game.
Dak is also worried. The two of them remember joining Webadict. He had power and money. He gave them their home, their lives, and each other. There were plenty of people just like them.
But they were both trying to get out. Vector had tried to figure out how he got them to do what he wanted. Dak says they'll find it. They tuck Bayer in and leave.
Bayer is home alone. He wakes up in the middle of the night. He tries to find his parents. They aren't anywhere to be found. Instead, he finds a ghost. He calls himself Alexhans.
The ghost peaks the boy's interest. He leads him out of his house and into Webadict's compound. He leads him to an ancient machine. It is the controller of the games. He tells the boy that there was originally no controller, that there simply were games. It was when the games got out of hand that they decided there would be one. It was known as the Mephansteras.
Bayer looks at the machine. He cannot decipher the machine at all. Alexhans tells him that the machine is in Twelven, and that Webadict had studied for many years to learn how to read and decode it. Alexhans tells him that there is need for a new King.
Bayer is confused but also exhilarated. He wants to be King. He follows the ghost's instructions and activates the machine. A new game has started.
Webadict enters then. Alexhans has exacted his revenge. Alexhans was the previous King (For there had been many), and Webadict had stolen his throne through the same means. Realization appears and disappears in the same instance on Webadict's face. Mesmerized, he suddenly leaves.
Alexhans leaves the boy. He merely wanted his revenge. Bayer is still confused but returns home. Vector and Dak are there. They scold him. He asks where they were. They say they have never left. Confused, he goes to sleep.
Bayer sneaks out each Night and goes to the machine. He has found Webadict's library, with many books in Twelven from olden days.
He eventual translates the machine. He finds that his parents have also been chosen for the game. It is too late to stop them. He watches on the screens as Webadict kills them all...



There, you now have a reason to save Vector/kill me. You can do that. Dak, however, is still dead. You may not retcon him back to life.

Psssssssh.

I didn't want to self-insert, frankly. Didn't see any good place for myself, and my ending is quite frankly epic enough to deserve recognition a faction of its own. I fixed the plot-hole. >_>

The faction can be me and Pandarsenic due to Pandaghost.

[webadict]

Psssssssh.

I didn't want to self-insert, frankly. Didn't see any good place for myself, and my ending is quite frankly epic enough to deserve recognition a faction of its own. I fixed the plot-hole. >_>

The faction can be me and Pandarsenic due to Pandaghost.

I actually had you inserted before you made your ending (That sucks and has fifty plot holes.) When I saw Scatterbrain's, I added you in for more character development of Dak. Then, I figured I'd sideplot the entire thing into its own thing.

[Eduren]

Can I get a cameo?

[SirBayer]

Can I get a cameo?

Oh, you will. Hold up, working on something stupid.

[Org]

Man, you all portray me as some layabout slacker.

Time to make a fanfic.
In my fanfic, I am the hero.
It is me.

[webadict]

Man, you all portray me as some layabout slacker.

Time to make a fanfic.
In my fanfic, I am the hero.
It is me.

I'm confused. Is that your fanfic?

[Org]

Man, you all portray me as some layabout slacker.

Time to make a fanfic.
In my fanfic, I am the hero.
It is me.

I'm confused. Is that your fanfic?

No. I am making one. I made a reference to Homestuck.

[Scatterbrain]

Also, how did penguins become involved with all the masters' avatars?

Spoiler: How org became a penguin (click to show/hide)

Org waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were mafias on the ship. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Toonyman were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Org was a first mate for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the ferry ships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY MAFIAS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the ferry ship of the MSF he knew there were mafias.
"This is Pandar" the radio crackered. "You must fight the mafias!"
So Org gotted his battel axe and chopped up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the mafias
"I will shoot at him" said the cybermafia and he fired the rocket missiles. John battleed at him and tried to axe him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the mafias" he shouted
The radio said "No, Org. You are the mafias"
And then Org was a penguin

this is canon!