NO! Bring in the toilet and use it for chair.... but please no spam :spam: Killa if you spam again you will be banned forever!
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i'm not spamming and i dont think dave will be happy that we r arguing in his story section.
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:flames: HEY! NO SPAMMING IN MY THREAD! :rant:
Please, keep posts related to my story. |
I write this to the story thread no become a 'Toilet Chair' Thread...
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I apologise dave Is ur net part going to be any better than the others cause that would be hard to accomplish. |
No big thang.
I just thought it was funny that we posted at the same time ... :
But anyways. :
In fact, I think I'm gonna write one now. Be patient. |
I havn't even read chapter 21 and I really want to.
Upstairs right now are five books I have got halfway through over the past month, and I really wanna finish reading all of them, but I just... don't. I have resolved to at least catch up on this story tomorrow sometime. I really don't know what's got into me. |
Don't worry, Esus. Dave forgives.
I would've had this posted earlier, but I had things come up ... like dinner and cleaning. Blech. Anywho, here's chapter 26, a few hours late, but still here. Chapter 26 At this point, the other sligs back in the cave were preparing for the assault. Equipping their sturdiest pants, their slickest guns, and so on. What they were supposed to do was sneak out of the cave when I began my speech. While I kept them captivated, the other sligs had to sneak out of the valley and up to the top, where the terrain was rocky and boulder-scattered. I just had to trust that they wouldn’t get caught. Now, though, I had to make the attack on Rubb look accidental. Should be easy. As if on cue, two sligs barged into the armory, looking alarmed. Then one of them noticed the scorch mark on the ground, and cried out. He looked at me … and cried out again. “Did you blow someone up?” he said. “What happened?” I began stuttering and looking pathetic. “Rubb just hooked me up with a new suit, and I actually set off the grenade launcher … I didn’t know that the safety was off … and I slipped …” The second slig looked at me … “Wait … Rubb? Oh, pfft. Whatever. To tell the truth, that guy’s had it coming for quite a while. Good work. What’s your name?” I sighed with relief. “I’m Branch,” I started, then added: “Slig Worker Elite.” The newcomers winced. Ha! I outranked them, too! “Well, sir, we have a meeting to attend to …” I nodded. “Yeah. I’m speaking at it. Let’s go.” They led me outside to the assembly area. For a brief moment I was afraid it would be around the cave … because, you know, that’d be my luck. But, not a problem. We were going the complete other way. I was pushed toward the platform, and I unceremoniously climbed atop. Cosmo was waiting here, with two Bigbro security guards flanking him, armed to the tentacles. Well, if I was planning any funny stuff, that plan would’ve just been shot down. I looked out at the crowd of sligs, standing at the bottom of the stage. They chattered and talked, not really paying attention to anything. They stood in rough groups, not showing any sort of organization. Typical sligs. And … across the valley, I saw a flood of sligs pour out of the cave. Good. So, I had to speak long enough to allow them to get out of the valley. I had always been good at talking about stuff. I should have no problem. Except stage fright. Oh, Odd, was I terrified! I don’t think it was just that I was in front of an audience, but I think that it contributed. The big deal was that I was looking at ton of sligs who normally would’ve shot me just as soon as look at me. No time to panic; I had to help these sligs. Cosmo stepped up to the microphone. “Attention! Direct your attention to this slig!” The audience suddenly snapped into professionalism. Perfect lines, left to right and front to back. Impressive. I almost lost concentration. But that would’ve been bad. Anyways, I had an audience to captivate. “Uh, so I can just talk, Boss?” I muttered to Cosmo. He answered with a stiff nod. That was enough. “Uh, okay, gentlesligs, let’s get down to business! I have taken it upon myself to do a bit of spying on the renegade sligs—” were just reaching the base of the slope on the far side of the valley. Across the way, the “—cave. I found that it is, thanks to my research, accessible only by climbing—” up the slopes. They were about halfway up, and moving briskly “—along the wall. We’ll need to remove our pants for maneuverability, so some of us will have to hoist them—” up the slope and to the top of the valley. I guess I didn’t have to stall for very long, after all. I guess it was time for me “—to the cave entrance. From here, we’ll march directly into the cave, and annihilate the resistance. Now, this is going to be rough work, so we have to—” take the army to the cave. If I can get them all right around the cave, mostly inside it, then it would be easier to drop the “—rock and roll, okay? No stragglers. No loafing. We need to get as many of you in there as possible. The spying I did proved that they have much firepower. We have to be careful not to be caught by—” surprise on the sligs below. It was time. “Anyways, gentlesligs, it’s time. Let’s go.” |
MORE! MORE! I love this story!
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MORE!!!!!
I'm lovin it lovin it lovin it!!!!!!!!!!!
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I've *finally* caught up with the story, and, as ever, it's really good. I await your continuation; and I demand witty commentary.
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At the behest of Esus, I present to you:
DANTE'S ODDYSEE brought to you by Witty Commentary Co. Anywho, yeah, yeah, I'm running late. Sue me. At least I'm still writing, right? Chapter 27 Time to lead the assault. I hopped off the platform unceremoniously, and started marching towards the cave entrance. Behind me, I heard the whirring and churning of dozens of sets of slig pants set into motion. Sweet. This was the signal for the renegades to start picking off the army. The less sligs we’d have to kill off when they reached the cave, the easier things would be. On cue … Gunshots ripped overhead! Good. At least they weren’t mistaking me for one of them. I didn’t look back; I shouted encouragement to the army behind me. “Don’t let a few fallen friends slow you down! Keep moving! We must outnumber them ten to one!” Thank Odd. That bull kept them on track. I was answered by a chorus of enthusiastic slig yells. Nice. We marched on, under gunfire from the renegades. They didn’t seem to have as much firepower as I thought—the attacks were minimal. Still, if they were persistent enough…. We had reached the cave entrance. I turned back and observed the survivors. They looked pretty shaken, expecting death to rain from above or something. Heh, heh. They were nervous. Even better, they looked scared. There still had to be around seventy sligs sitting around, though. Time to think …. “Okay, troops!” I cried. They snapped back to attention. “I will take ten of you with me to the top of the hill to cover you from any show of force. If the enemy sligs start to overwhelm you—unlikely, but not entirely impossible—and force you back, retreat into the open, so we will have a clear shot.” Ten sligs stepped forward. Well, that was simple. “Next, three sligs will be in charge of lifting the removed pants into the cave entrance after those who climbed in have entered the cave.” Three more sligs stepped forward. Talk about well-trained! “As for the rest of you, begin removing legs and climbing into the cave! Move!” I motioned for my ten-slig entourage to come with me, and moved for the slope. The ascent wasn’t too difficult … but it was still a bit trying. We reached the top, and I took in the sky and the clouds and the boulder-strewn field and everything, all over again. I almost forgot I was in a slig body. what now, boss? I guess I’ll never get over seeing the outdoors like this. It’s so beautiful. I guess I understand why guys like Abe fight the Powers That Be. uhh, boss? It’s to save things like this, that I’m seeing right now. Totally worth it. “BOSS!” I yelped out loud. My mudokon instincts had kicked in for a moment, scaring the wits out of me. Loud slig voices aren’t things you want to hear. But I caught back on. “Right! Gentlesligs, lets go.” That was, you guessed it, another cue. The renegades stepped out from behind various boulders and raised their guns, aiming at our troop. The sligs standing around me naturally heard the noise, and looked very panicked. Not an emotion you want to show with guns pointed at you. Especially when those with the guns were waiting for my command. “Shoot ‘em.” The sligs I had taken up the slope with me were shot down quite unceremoniously. “Benedict! Get over here!” After a moment, Benedict hurried over to me. “What’s up, Dante?” I told him the situation. It had just occurred to me that the sligs below would be wondering about those gunshots. So, it was now or never. Benedict pulled a slig grin. “Not to worry. We’re already on it.” He motioned behind him, and I looked over to see two large boulders rolling slowly but steadily towards us. I was so proud. Time to roll. I dropped my guns and rushed to their aid. This had to go faster, the sligs would have come to investigate by now. Sure enough … “FREEZE!” |
Quite a great story you're formed here. Not to mention your newley formed cult...
Err, I meant fans. But yeah, a nice story you've got here. |
Umm, why'd you bring back an old topic? That was almost 2 years old. -_- Oh well, we are going to have to lock this topic. *locks*
Edit: Dang, this lock button won't work! Edit: I'm just pulling you tails. Well, one of our mods has to come by soon. |
I don't see a reason to lock it. If people want to comment on it they are free to do so. This isn't OT or something, IMO people should be able to comment on fan works whenever they like. On top of that, Dave is advertising the stories in his signature, so no reason to lock it. Unless it gets all spammy.
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Ah, crud. Sorry. I did not know that this is still not considered old. My apolgizes.
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I think that's only because this is the fan corner. No worries, buddy.
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