OWF - The Untold Legend
Well, like I said in Nemo's email scam/'What 007 character are you" topic, I am making a parody of OWF simply for fun and watching you all suppress your laughter by snorting into your hands on the hidden camera embedded into your computers.
Any suggestions or idea should be PM'ed if they have something to do with the plot or how I should portray you; I will always answer them. Comments or suggestions on how to make the writing better can be posted right in here! And so we go. *** PROLOUGE Before you look into my magic ball of tales, weary traveler, there is something you should know. This ball rarely tells of heroes; indeed, it shows you the average lives of average people. This ball does not show you noble deeds; it shows you the common ones. This ball is not like the others you have read about in magical books and legends. This ball would rather show you the laughter, the tears, the joy, the sadness, and the happiness of the mundane. So, if you are expecting an epic to rival those of King Arthur, or talk of love found, and then lost, or of the quests worthy of Merlin's journal, do not read any further. For the story you will see in my magic ball will most likely be dull; at least, compared to the knightly tales of The Round Table. You will continue? Very well (do you hear me sigh?) Just gaze into the void within, and let your mind drift toward infinity... *** CHAPTER ONE - DAWN "Mitsur, get up!" The three words went through the slopper in his head, making it come out strangely. Meme, gwet wup! "Leme 'lone." he mumbled. He didn't want to wake up; his alarm hadn't even gone off yet! Still, the unknown waker continued. "Mitsur, wake up!" Mitsur was getting annoyed. Why should this jerk wake him up? He was nice and comfy, under covers at just the right temperature, and here this idiot dared to wake him up!? The nerve of h- A swift kick to the stomach ended Mitsur's righteous anger in a hurry. He groaned, and rolled over, cracking his eyes open as he did. Everything hurt his eyes, and then the pain faded, as did the slight blurriness as his vision cleared up. Snuzi's head faded in, like a cheap hypnotizing effect. "Geez, for being here for over 5 years and having three times my post count, you take forever to wake up!" Snuzi said down to him. For a moment, Mitsur's ears were out of sync, so Snuzi's voice rang down with the imperative tone of God talking to His followers. "What time is it..." Mitsur questioned, but his voice started to trail off toward the end from lack of energy. "It's six o' clock! Just enough time for a light jog before the sun comes up! I've taken the liberty to get all you fatties up and at 'em so you don't turn into the Subway poster-boy, except before he ate the food." Mitsur, who had lost interest at the words six o' clock, was gently and happily drifting back to sleep when Snuzi buffed him over the head with a pillow. "Come on! We don't want to waste any more of this bee-utiful day!" Snuzi said beautiful as if it gave him immense pleasure to say it. Mitsur responded by punching him in the face, which knocked Snuzi out before he hit the floor. "That gave me immense pleasure to do..." Mitsur said, then fell back asleep. Snuzi didn't come around until ten in the morning. *** When Mitsur did voluntarily wake up, it was nine o' clock. Groaning, he ripped himself from the bed, and threw on his usual clothes. This meant yesterday’s clothes. He stumbled like a zombie to his bedroom door, tripping over Snuzi's unconscious form, and walked into the door twice before finally realizing he should open it. Grasping the fake diamond knob, he twisted it and pulled the door back. "Hey, look guys! Mitsur got to sleep in!" Arxryl yelled out the words, pointing dramatically at him and the door. Everyone in the room (which was pretty much every user, since they had all been woken up by Snuzi) looked at Mitsur. He swore and dove back into his room just as everyone lunged for him. The door slammed into SeaRex's face, Max the Mug got his hand caught in the frame, and Munch's Master managed to grasp Mitsur's arm. He gouged at it until it released him, opened the door slightly then banged it on Max's hand until he let go, and had to give SeaRex a purple-nurple before he could properly close the door, and lock it. Various hostile shouts were coming from the other side of door, such as "That little bitch!", "I'll get him!", "I'll kill Snuzi first!", and "Hey guys! Look! I found a nickel!" Mitsur didn't think it would be a good thing to come out for awhile, but he felt absolutely famished. Like most intelligent people, he decided to climb out the window and hopefully avoid the angry mob. Unlike most intelligent people, Mitsur did not realize it was a ten-foot drop down from the window. Luckily, when Mitsur carelessly jumped out without looking, he landed right on Al the Vykker, who had nothing on but a towel. "Ooof. Is it parachute-without-a-parachute day already?" Al grunted out. "'Cause I'd love it to be, because then I wouldn't feel obliged to rip your stomach and feed it to Majic to increase his power." "Sorry, Al. But look on the bright side! At least I didn't get hurt! You're a real pal." "Yeah, I’ll show you pal. PAL: Painful Agony-filled Love." Al muttered, and then walked off. "Hey Al!" Mitsur yelled to him as he walked away. "Yeah?" "Why are you wearing nothing but a towel?!" "I dunno. It just felt right." Dumbfounded a bit, Mitsur shrugged and then snuck around to the front doors of OWF. He was about as stealthy at a garbage truck. Still, everyone was too busy trying to break into his room to notice. In fact, they had already broken through the cheap wood door, and were beating Snuzi into unconsciousness, which, because he already was, defeated the purpose. Mitsur opened the front door, where the enthusiastic (if slightly creepy-sounding) voice of Havoc greeted him on the usual welcome chime everyone got from opening the door. People hadn't elected Havoc to do this, he decided to do this. Unfortunately, until Xavier could figure out how to get rid of the tiger guarding the circuit box, everyone would have to put up with it. "Is this thing on? Test...Test...oh. Hello, and welcome to Oddworld Forums! Were the deeeer and the antaloppppeee plaaaaayyy." As Havoc broke into song, Mitsur winced, and covered his ears. He followed the lushly-padded carpet of the entrance hall to the cafeteria, where Rex Tirano was serving her home-made breakfast, which looked like some kind of combination of oatmeal and frosted flakes. "Hi Mitsur! Wanna try some of my oatmeal flakes?" She asked cheerily, in her usual sugary voice. "Um, why n-" he was cut off in mid-sentence as a large spoon filled with the stuff was thrust into his mouth. Mitsur suppressed a gag as Rexy gazed earnestly at him. He forced a smile as he chewed. "Oh...yeah, this is the greatest stuff I've ever tried! So good, in fact, I...I think I'll let everyone else have the privilege of trying it. I'll have some more later." Mitsur's eye's scrunched up involuntarily, but, taking it as tears of ecstacy, Rexy beamed, and skipped off, holding the pot of oatmeal-poison in her arms. Mitsur rushed over to the water fountain the minute Rexy left, cleaned his mouth out multiple times, and, mouth free of the horrible taste, went up to the breakfast buffet Alcar had been blackmailed into giving everyone. He got himself some milk and a croissant, and then walked toward the table near the back of the room, just in case the angry mob of forum members got hungry and came in. *** There you guys go! Chapter one is now posted publicly! Let the comments commence! And, don't forget, PM me or post here on how you want to be portrayed! I'm going to try to put all the people I can think of into this at least once! Plot ideas or suggestions should be PM’ed to me, as well. And to those who have read it, yes, the first few lines are based on the first few lines of The Stand by Stephen King. The prolouge is based on the Coda of the seventh book of The Dark Tower Series, also by Stephen King. |
Wow, I have no idea what happened so far, but it seems good :p
And why did you knock me out? :( |
For comedic value, what else :p
Don't worry, we'll all have some good parts. |
Haha awesome, dude. I can't wait to read more :D
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Hey, this is great!
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Awesome story man, I really like how you added the humor to the story.
How 'bout adding me to the story? :fuzwink: |
Haha that made me laugh~!! But I demand a retraction, my cooking is not that bad. XD
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I’m a bit miffed my hand got crushed. I’d much rather be leaping onto nothing‐but‐a‐towel–wearing Al. Mmmmm. Still, I enjoyed reading this. :D
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LOL It's 'bout time someone wrote a story about this forum! Well, good luck to you! And I love the humour!
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Awesome. However little I was portrayed, I think I would be saying that...
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Heh, thanks for the comments, guys. Remember, if you would like to be portrayed differently, or have any suggestions, post here or PM me them.
If I’ve already shown you, and you don't like how I do, I apologize profusely while crossing my fingers behind my back. I portrayed you as I did for comedic purposes, and in no way does in hold my actual view of you. {Insert other protection crap here} And now, the moment you most likely have not been waiting for, chapter 2! Hobey-ho, let's go! *** CHAPTER TWO: NOON "You know, I think that snoring into a glass of milk isn't good for your intestines." Mitsur looked up from his glass of milk, the liquid dripping down from his nose to his chin and onto the table. His eyes were scrunched up, and for a moment couldn't make out who was talking to him. Then his eyes adjusted. "Hey Nemo." "Hi." "You don't like me very much for hijacking your topic, do you?" "Nope." "Eh." "I think I should have let you drown in that stuff." There was a long, uncomfortable pause, until Mitsur spoke up again. "You know, I wasn't really asleep in it." "Really?" "Yeah, I was actually trying to blow bubbles in it with my nose." "Wow." "I know." Nemo nodded gravely in return, and turned. Then we walked away. Mitsur, a bit throw off-balance at this seemingly normal conversation, looked at his plate of food. The croissant was gone, and his milk had turned a nauseating shade of green. He shrugged, and got up from the table, leaving the plate and glass of milk, where, an hour later, it would be cleaned up by Mac The Janitor, who, like always, would be swearing about his name and the responsibility he had been given for it. Mitsur left the cafeteria, and almost collided with Abe16, who had some kind of turban on, with a huge, completely fake green emerald mounted into the cloth. "I AM OZ THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE!" He yelled, flailing his arms out in a magnificent way. Mitsur groaned, and smacked his head. "Why did you have to look at the I have just seen... topic, Abe? Why?" Abe did not respond, but rather ran off, yelling out who he was in a mighty voice. Mitsur sighed, and then continued walking, wondering what had happened to the angry mob. Then he decided it would probably be best if he didn't know. Gearing himself up for a tough day of posting, he headed for the office area of OWF. He walked down the hall, which, thanks to Alcar's strangely god-like powers, was infinitely long, each door having the name of an OWF member on it. Heading down the hall, he squinted his eyes at the solid-gold door with the word ALCAR emblazoned on it. The damn huge amount of bling on it just about blinded him. The door swung open as he passed it, and Alcar poked his head out. "Hey mitsur!" "Wait, how did you know I was coming by?" "Oh, you mean you haven’t found out yet? I've got these hidden cameras all over the place. I mean, they're so small, even the girls haven't noticed them in their showers ye..." Suddenly realizing he shouldn't say anymore, lest Mitsur force his way into the room to see for himself, or get enough information to tell, he changed the subject. "So, uh, what's going on with you?" "Actually, I've got a bunch of questions. Why can't I have a gold door? Where'd you get those cameras? Are the cameras only in the girl's showers? Are you secretly spying on men? And why is this hallway so damn long?" Alcar blinked, and then thought for a moment. "Because I'm an admin and you're a spaz. At the black market. I'm not at liberty to say. Maybe. Because I want it to be like that." he answered in chronological order. Mitsur also blinked. "'Kay." "Seeya, Mits." "Don't call me that." "OK, Mits." Alcar slammed the door before Mitsur could lunge at him. Swearing, Mitsur headed to his door. Finally coming to it, he gazed fondly at the metal plates with the cardboard sign with MITSUR written on it. He grasped the handle, and pulled. It was locked. "Wha...?" Mitsur was cut off in mid-word as a dart shot out of the hole in the R from his sign. It struck him in the neck, and Mitsur was knocked out. Briefly, before he passed out, he wondered what would had happened if he hadn't been blowing bubbles with his nose earlier. *** "Wakey-wakey, sleepy head!" A voice called out. Mitsur struggled to open his eyes. Finally, the dimly-lit room came into focus. He became aware he was tied to a chair with what appeared to be Trolli gummi worms. Mitsur looked up. Right into the face of Nemo. And, standing behind him, looking flabbergasted was skillya_glowi, looking regretful. Mitsur had only one question. "Was it because I cast you as Hobo's bitch?" Nemo nodded, and Mitsur sighed. "Do you always have to hang onto such petty feelings? You know, Hobo'll be pretty mad when he finds out you took it as an insult." Nemo nodded again, and then seemed to realize he was supposed to be questioning Mitsur, not the other way around. "I should've let you drown in that milk." he said. "I told you I wasn't sleeping in it! I was seeing how good my nose could blow bubbles in it!" Mitsur said, faking being frustrated. Behind the chair, he was reaching for the mouse that was, for some reason, always in his back pocket. Then he felt the wet spot, and realized he had crushed it when he was knocked out. That's when things became ugly. Nemo produced a permanent marker. "Now," he said crazily, "I'll make you look just like the jerk you are! Skillya, hold him." Skillya, looking frightened but determined, positioned behind Mitsur and leaned over. "Just hold still," Skillya whispered. "I've triggered the beacon; everyone will be here soon." Mitsur gave a barely audible grunt, and Nemo kept coming, a look of greed and excitement on his face. He leaned down, and Mitsur shut his eyes, unable to watch his beautiful face be defiled by a grease-marker. KA-BLAM! The door on the other side of the imploded, and Al The Vykker (still with nothing but a towel on), SeaRex, Arxryl, Rex Tirano, and Snuzi rushed into the room, each of them holding a rubber chicken. Snuzi had a boombox in his hand playing the A-Team theme song. "DON'T MOVE, DIRTBAG!" Al yelled, one hand holding the towel, the other brandishing the rubber chicken. SeaRex rushed toward Mitsur as Nemo raised his hands, and leaned over. He gnawed through the Trolli gummi worms binding Mitsur's hands, and Rexy slapped Nemo with her chicken, producing a sqwaunk sound. Skillya, by now, and started to gummi-worm Nemo's hands behind his back. Mitsur stood, rubbed his hands, and stretched. "Thanks for saving me, guys." he said. Arxryl snorted. "You thought we came to save you? We just didn't want Nemo to beat you up first." Then he advanced on Mitsur. Shakily, Mitsur raised his hands in a karate-pose. "Don't make me use my kung-fu powers on you guys. You've seen what I did to Old and Not So Tasty. I hit him twice before I started to cry from the pain in my hands." Havoc suddenly rushed in. "Did I miss the Mitsur-beating?" he asked breathlessly. SeaRex said, "Nope, you got here just in time. My nipple still hurts; but I'm gonna give Mitsur two of what he gave me!" Then Max the Mug ran in. "All right, I'm not too late!" He said, and grabbed Rexy's rubber chicken. Rexy bitch-slapped him in return. Max clutched his face. "Ow! What was that for!?" "Nobody grabs my chicken without previous consent!" "What the hell does that mean?" "Hey!" Snuzi said. "You leave her alone. You should have brought your own rubber chicken to beat Mitsur up with!" "Shut up, Arnold Schwarzenegger-wannabe! You made me exercise when I could be researching Oddworld stuff!" Max yelled back. Snuzi took off his gloves. "That's it! Bring it on, librarian-man!" he screamed, and lunged at him. Max reached out calmly, fingers extended, and gave Snuzi a devastating double-eye poke in mid-air. Then he round-house kicked him in the stomach. Snuzi flew backwards and slammed into the wall, ten feet away. He was knocked out, once again. "And that," Max said, "Is why someone should never underestimate an encyclopediast." "Great idea!" Nemo said sarcastically. "Just one thing." "What?" Al asked, confused. "Mitsur's gone." Everyone looked around, and, indeed, Mitsur was gone. "AFTER HIM!" Arxryl yelled, and everyone took off after him. *** That's it for ch. 2! Sorry if it didn't seem as funny as the last one, but don't worry, ch. 3 will be chock full of hilariousness. |
Haha, please make Al drop the towel. Just for a second. ;)
And Peter is no Peeping Tom! He just wills the clothes away. XD - Rexy |
Knocked out again!? What the hell, dude!? Just wait until I write my own randomly thought-up fic...you'll be sorry.
Anyways, it's looking good, although the randomness is still throwing me off. I don't even know what this is about exactly, but that's okay :D Great job :) |
Holy crap! Good comments 5 mins after posting! Thanks guys!
(See prolouge snuzi) |
:lol:
See if anyone can make up something like that about a multi-million-member forum. That's why we're BETTER! :D |
We sure are :)
You know what, mitsur? You should include the people who were a-holes on the forum. You know, like the people who ended up getting banned or leaving. The could be the villains :p |
But having evil Nemo is so much fun... ;)
Ah, don't worry. Pretty much everyone will have a moment to shine. And, i'm very sorry to anyone who wants to be in this but hasn't been shown yet. I'm trying to get everyone in! |
True, but think about how much fun it'll be to have that AFOS person as a villain :p
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Or Lord Vulcher - My favourite forum idiot.
(Fun fact: He kept braggin on about that Doctor Who forum he had created, and was walking around here trying to be the big boss. My favourite part was when he said to Havoc, "You are one step from being banned from my forum" about something that didn't even happen there! So what I did was, I created about two or three accounts and went on a spamming orgy on his forum. It was so much fun, but all of my posts ended up being deleted, save for three, which he left to stick around to ban me. My second account got banned after 2 posts I think) |
You stole my idea! Well, sort of. Mine didn't involve bringing the forums into a corporeal state... but I've already said too much.
You have my permission to use my name for your nefarious purposes. So long as there will be no guns- I hate crossfire. |
It's so funny how we're all getting sucked into this story.
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And thus the hypnotism of seeing yourself in another's story does it's work.
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It sure does. It's just very entertaining to read :p
500th post, whoo! |
Hah! That was too funny, 'specially when you protrayed me, :lol:
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Definately a great story and idea! I wanted to do a comic about the everydays of OWF, but I didn't finish it. Still, this story is fun to read, continue as soon as possible.
I guess you should describe members as you see them, not the way they tell you, mitsur. It's more fun this way. |
Yeah, I agree. You should describe everyone as you see 'em. That'd make it an even more interesting read :)
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This is ace!
Though your constant misspelling of the word 'prologue' is starting to stress me out a little. :p (And you better have a good reason for not putting me in the first two chapters!) |
This is awesome, and I think it'll turn out to be even better later! :)
Will PM a possible portrayal for if you plan to stick me in it XD |
Too funny! I like what you've done with it so far! great job! :)
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Haha! Hilarious idea! Keep it up. I wonder what kind of crazy situations I'm gonna be in in the next chapter XD.
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Thanks for the comments, guys. And Splat, this is for you:
PROULOUGE PROLOUGE PRULOUGE :) Anyways, here we go with ch.3! *** CHAPTER 3: AFTERNOON "Mitsur's gone." "AFTER HIM!" I should be as subtle as possible so they don't find me Mitsur thought. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed, running down the hallways at full speed, swinging his arms in every direction. His arms sent anything in his way flying. Pencils, coffee pots, pencil sharpeners, and even Mutual Friend was thrown into the air. Behind him, SeaRex, Rex Tirano, Havoc, Max the Mug, Arxryl, Nemo, Al The Vykker, and a slightly woozy Snuzi were running, rubber chickens in their hands raised. SeaRex was shouting obscenities; Havoc and Rexy were humming the William Tell Overture; Max, Arxryl, and Nemo were puffing along; Snuzi kept running into stuff. "Hey Mitsur, how's it goin'?" Jordan_Boi said to him, oblivious to his yells or the murderous crowd behind Mitsur. Mitsur's flailing arm collided with Jordan's face with roughly one CNRK (Chuck Norris Roundhouse Kick) unit of energy. Jordan was flown into the air, where his head smashed into the ceiling, and stuck there. He wiggled, and was popped loose, where he landed right on Snuzi, who, for the third time that day since waking up, was knocked out. The crowd kept running. Mitsur kept running. He was looking desperately for the infinite hallway, where he could find some sanctuary. Mitsur suddenly remembered. He could use the conveniently-placed stair! The damn thing was just about everywhere, and lead to any place you wanted to on the second floor. He concentrated, and then looked to his right. Where there had once been dirty, drippy wall, there was a door. He opened it and ran inside, then up the flight of steps, until he went through another door. He glanced back down the stairs. SeaRex and co. were still chasing him, and Jordan had joined them to replace the thrice-knocked out Snuzi. He still had bits of plaster in his hair, and he seemed to have what appeared to be drywall in his mouth. Then he went back, and found himself at the beginning of the Infinite Hallway. Alcar's door nearly burned off Mitsur's hair as he ran past it, it's golden-ness shining. Finally, with the crowd still chasing him, he came to his door, and pulled it opened, and ran inside, but before he could close it, SeaRex stuck his head in, Rexy put her leg between it and the wall, and Al blocked the door with the loose part of his towel. Havoc tried to put a fake tiger paw to make it look like he was a tiger, but it didn't fit. Jordan and Nemo just stood back and saying, "ANGRY NOISES!!" Max had sat down on the ground and leafing through an encyclopedia, seemingly unconcerned. For a moment, both Mitsur and SeaRex stared in fascination at the female moderator's bare leg, and then snapped out of it. "You won't get rid of me in a vaguely-hilarious way this time!" he snarled. Mitsur nodded gravely, then grabbed Sea's nose, and pulled. Hard. "I GOT YOUR NOSIE!" Mitsur yelled, and SeaRex yelled, pulled his head back. Mitsur let go, and SeaRex flew backwards, into Mitsur had no idea how to get Rexy's leg out without being called either pervert or jerk for hitting a girl. Then he looked at Al's towel sticking out of the door, and then Rexy's leg. Understanding suddenly came to him as he remembered Rexy calling Al her lover. Mitsur hesitated, then reached forward, and grasped the towel. Then he pulled as hard he could. The towel moved slightly. "What the hell..." Mitsur heard him yell, and then Al gasped. But it was too late. Mitsur pulled a second time, and he fell back, clutching the towel in his hands. He kicked the door closed, then scrambled up and locked it just as SeaRex dove for the opening, and it again slammed in his face. From the other side, Al yelled in anger and embarrassment, Nemo told him to cover up, and SeaRex ran off. Rexy, however, just said "Oh, my!" and started to giggle. Mitsur thrust the towel under the door before any questionable events happened outside his door, and turned to his room, wiping off his sweat. His room was simply but comfortably arranged. In one corner, a comfy couch was in front of a huge HD 1808i TV, which he had gotten as a bonus for his custom title. The only problem was, Havoc had sabotaged the satellite so all anyone could get was the San Francisco Zoo Tiger exhibits live. Connected to it was an Xbox 360, a bonus for hitting 1000 posts. On a desk was a computer which had the OWF posting network as the homepage. Off to the left, a door leading to the bathroom waited, and a closet was hanging empty to the right. Mitsur had wondered dimly why he didn't live in his room, but he had never really thought about it. Throwing himself onto the couch, he turned on the TV. Instantly, the tigers were in front of him. Groaning over Havoc's OCD about tigers, he decided that getting beat up would be better than seeing The Lion House one more time. He unlocked his door, and peered cautiously outside. Everyone was gone, except Max, who was still reading, but he looked up when the door opened. "Oh, hey Mitsur." "You...you aren't going to beat me up?" Mitsur asked. "Nah, I'd rather read about Abe's genetic history." "Oh. Okay. I'm gonna go get something to eat." "'Kay." Mitsur walked out, and then looked back at Max. Max waved cheerily. Mitsur shrugged, and then looked down. Al's towel was still on the floor. Shivering at the prospect of what it could mean, Mitsur jogged back down the hall. "I AM OZ THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE!" What the hell is that? Mitsur thought. "I AM OZ THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE!" Mitsur suddenly realized it, and was about to run, when the voice sounded again, even louder. "I AM OZ THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE!!" Abe16 came out of no where collided with Mitsur, and the turban on his head fell off in mid-sentence. "I AM OZ THE- What the hell? What time is it?" Abe said, rubbing his head. "Feels like I’ve been hit with a bus...and what's that turban doing their? Wait....Bullet Magnet hasn't forced me into one of his tea parties again, has he?" Mitsur smacked himself lightly on the head to bring himself back. "I think you've been hypnotized." He said. "Really?" "Yeah. That green jewel probably has something to do with it." "Eh. Okay. Bullet musta done that, because he said I'd look great in it. I can’t remember anything after he put it on me." "Yeah, that sounds like something he'd do." "Well, thanks for freeing my mind." "Anytime, pal." Mitsur had a vague recollection of what Al had defined pal as, and had to stifle a laugh. Abe16, still slightly kooky-looking, stumbled off the down the Infinite Hall. Mitsur went the other way, toward the cafeteria, then realized Abe was probably going to somehow reach the end of the Infinite Hall. He considered calling after him to turn Abe around, then thought better of it. Abe might even find the meaning of life at the end, if their was one. Better for him to figure it out what he was acting retarded, or it would probably make him back into Oz with the knowledge. Mitsur shrugged, picked up Al's towel, waved at Max (still reading), and set off to the cafeteria. |
Al's.... Towel... Naked... z0mg... *Faints*
:D - Rexy |
Totally awesome story. I love it man, :)
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Awesome. I love being in the angry mob section. maybe we should have pitchforks and maybe knives... or pitchforks with knives and sporks on the bottom.
anyways, great job with the story! |
Hahaha Great chapter! Keep it up.
Gotta love my tiger influence over the forums :D. |
Mitsur excellent story! Even with the questionable things that happened with the towel! lol. Nah j/k all in good fun. Seriously Your story made me laugh and yet kept me interested seeing how different it is! I want to see what else you can cleverly create in the next chapter! :)
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Goddamn it, am I ever going to be conscious for longer than a paragraph? :dead:
Great job though, mitsur. I like how it's coming along :) |
Ha, great chapters, Mitsur. Max caring about nothing but his books...hey,
wait, where's Xavier the goth guy? Niocely composed. Great Job.:p |
This is great, can't wait for the next chapter :D
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Hmm... it appears I am a maniacal tea-party enthusiast with a penchant for mind-control devices. An interesting take on my persona :D
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