OWF-the untold legend 2.1 revenge of the noobs

[scrab queen]

THE ORIGINAL IDEA WAS BY MISTUR! THE KNOCK OFF WAS BY NEMO! THE SPIN-OFF TO THE KNOCK OFF IS BY ME! I STILL DON'T OWN A FLYING DOGGIE TURD, ALTHOUGH IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS TO SEE IT FLOATING AROUND AND BUMPING INTO PEOPLE...

HAHA! SO THE FANFIC NOOB RETURNS!

Alright. If nemo could do it, so could I! This is just basically because my character only appeared twice, and was depicted in a sort of over-hyper-active kinda way. And I hate pink. Feel free to close it. I'll see how far I can get and how may chapters I make before someone closes it.

Another reason, I just wanted to keep the spirit of OWF alive, even if it's in a cheap, degrading sort of way. At least it should go on longer cause I'm usually a random weird person to begin with. It might turn out to be a load of crap, but there's nothing stopping me from laughing at it, or my stupidity later.


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OWF the untold legend 2.1: I can do anything that you can...



HAPPINESS

SADNESS

ANGER

THESE ARE THE MAJOR EMOTIONS DISPLAYED BY ANY LIVING CREATURE

THEY MIX LIKE THE THREE PRIMARY COLORS

THEY CAN BE CONDENSED OR DILUTED

THEY CAN CREATE A WHOLE NEW RANGE OF EMOTIONS

JOY

DEPRESSION

HATRED

THEY EXIST OUTSIDE OF THE PRIMAL EMOTIONS

FEAR

DISGUST

LUST

WHEN COMBINED IN CONTROLLED AMOUNTS THEY BECOME THE SOUL

WHEN THEY RUN RAMPANT THEY LEAD TO DISFUNCTION

INDIVIDUALLY THEY ARE USELESS

COMBINED THEY ARE HARMLESS

BUT WHEN ONE IS ALLOWED TO HOLD SWAY OVER THE OTHERS

THE SOUL BECOMES CORRUPT

EMOTIONS ARE

EMOTIONS ARE A GIFT

EMOTIONS ARE A BURDEN

EMOTIONS ARE PURITY

EMOTIONS ARE CORRUPTION

EMOTIONS ARE HUMAN

EMOTIONS ARE DISGUSTING

YOU WILL SOON WITNESS THEIR DOMAIN

YOU WILL SOON LEARN WHY THEY ARE OUTSIDE OF YOUR CONTROLL

YOU WILL SEE WHY THEY ARE KEPT AWAY FROM YOUR CONCIOUS ILLUSION

EMOTIONS ARE MALEVOLENT FORCES THAT MUST BE KEPT UNDER CONTROLL

DO NOT ALLOW YOURSELF TO BE FOOLED

NOW

IT IS TIME TO WAKE UP


She awoke to the scorching winds whipping about her limp form, invading her senses, and burning her lungs.

She sat up dazed. Her sand worn helmet lay just a few feet away. She stood, picked it up, and snapped it on, the pink clad spartan trying to recall what she was doing.

"Oh, right." She tossed the bikini aside. 'Usually when I pass out, it takes like, a week for me to wake up. They probably either did it by now, or Havoc got away.' She frowned. 'I was really looking forward to humiliating someone.' *shrug* "I guess i'll just have to find my way back."

She trudged off in the last known direction of the OWF. 'I need chocolate covered termites.'

The desert of ignorance was quite desolate, and if one spent too much time there, you became the dreaded n00b, doomed to a life of leet speak, grammatical errors, and immatureness.

"I'm too smart for that. I worked too hard to get into a normal society. I am not going back to team flam3rz0rz."

" OUR FL4G LE4D3R H45 R3TURN3D!!! OMFGZORZ!!!11111"

'aw, fuckberries.'

A red spartan came running at her, babbling and flailing his arms, and a black elite was running behind him, just screaming bloody murder.

"BLOODY MURDeR! BLOODY MURDER!!!"

She did the classic palm to face, before looking up and narrowing her eyes at the two intruders.

"Look, you had every opportunity to not interrupt my inner monolouge. What ever happens to you after this point is your own fault."

"HUHZORZ?"

"BLOODY MURDER!!! toast."

She sighed, and thought of this one's particular code. "Guezz wat?"

"WAT!"
"BLOODY MURDER!!"

"LOLSAMUSWAZAGURLZORZ!HAHAURSEXIST!IHAXUNOW!!!NESRULZ!!YOURSPACESUX.PIESUCKS,KAKERULES.MUTHA!!"

After her painful string of ignorance, the red spartan's head popped off, and poofed away. She then looked at the elite.

"BLARG."

"BLOODY MURD-" *pop* *poof*

She went on walking, ignoring the shouts about the flag tugging at her mind. All of a sudden...



*POOF*

She was standing at the gates of OWF. Her armor was black, and it hurt like hell. "WTF!!! WAT DA HELZORZ!!!! *hack, cough* ugh, it hurts to speak like that."

"Ah, It worked."

She turned to the source of the voice, and was faced with a small metroid.
"GAH! HOLYCRAPISMELLPANCAKES!"

From her recent position on the ground, and now a few good feet away from the thing, it happened to be a metroid, where a kabutop's face would be.

"Uh..."

"Kabutroid?"

"Yup."

"Oh, they did NOT just do that. As soon as I find out how to break the fourth wall, the author is gonna wish he/she was dead. So, how did you get here?"

Kabutroid just shrugged. "Well, I was repairing that life size ship model that samus broke, and one of the parts started flashing. There was something about crappy author cameos on it, and then I was here. So I used my randomness sensors and .god powers to locate someone who might recognize me. That happened to be you."

She stood up and brushed the sand off her scorched suit. "So, what can I do for ya?"

"I'd just like to know where I am, and whether or not that's a good thing."

"Well, being that I know your knack for humor and anti-climaxes in plot lines, it's a good thing. You're at Oddworld Forums."

He looked behind him and considered the large building. "A forums eh? It can't be that different from project jenova then."

She shook her head. "Try late nights at the IRC #zebth chat during the making of a memorable log."

"oh."

"I'm scrab queen by the way. Let's get you signed up, so you have a place to stay. I don't want to be the one responsible for a guest being eaten alive by a N00b."

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They finally got to the building, which by Kabutroid's standards, was probably so big it was in the fifth dimention. "Like Kraid's ass!" scrab queen burst into a fit of giggles at her own joke. She was used to laughing by herself.

She opened the door and called in. "Hey guys! I'm back!"

Spirrow was just randomly walking through. "Sup. What the hell is that thing?" He discreetly inched away.

"He is a guest of mine, and a very famous person in his universe. We just had another dimention split."

"Wait, is it another one?"

"No, not a noob."

Spirrow relaxed a bit. "You should probably go find Mistur. He knew how to deal with the last one." He went off whistling an out of character tune.

She looked back at her guest. "You might get that for a while. Just don't get pissed and reveal your .god powers, otherwise the admins will revoke them."

"Sure, but if there isn't a good bar, then i'm getting ridley."

"But then you would have to bring the whole crew over."

He shrugged. "It would definatly liven up the place. So far this place has had nothing but tumbleweeds."

A tumble weed went rolling by just to eccentuate the point.

"Fine, let's get to the bar. You can go and get ridley if you find the booze unacceptable."


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GO ahead. Flame me. close it. I don't care. Good comments would be rare. an actual comment is even rarer. And no complaining if your character was depicted wrongly. It's not my fault that noone wants to meet me. Pm me for your ideas about how your character should be. Odd help my muses.

[Nemo]

I smell the wrath of Mitsur afoot.

[scrab queen]

Me too. I suddenly fear for my life. When they break the fourth wall, they'll kill me. My charcaters always hate self-insertion and crappy author cameos. At least the bar is bound to get a new 'tender.

EDIT!!!OMG!! NEW CHAPTER!:

Okay, I learned my lesson. I'm not going to wait for comments anymore, just like that legendary beta. I'm just gonna keep on writing, even if that means a crappy compromise when I don't feel in the mood. I may go off track from the OWF story, because this is probably the only oppourtunity I have for universe smashing. In fact, If I end up making a crappy chapter, I'll just put something funny at the end so you got something out of the 10 miutes of your life I wasted. You might get sick of the word samus real quick in this chapter.

here's your chapter.
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Chapter 2: too much coffee.



*POOF*


The bar shook a little, and the zoomer slipped too early down the ridley patented 'super happy fun slide'(c).

"WHEEE-AAAAAAUGH!!" *splash*

"Food's on." Ridley called from the back room as he pulled the extra crispy zoomer out of the deep fryer, and put it onto a platter.

"Sweet." Samus was sitting at a table across from kraid, who was currently peeling off the last burnt scale from her previous assault on him.


"Hey, y'know what that shaking was?"

Samus looked up from her glass of booze. "What, did you fart again? I told you that your silent but deadly ones aren't silent enough, and not to mention everyone can see it from like, a mile away. It also lacks alot of deadliness."

"No, it wasn't me. Y'think speedy might have crashed again?"

"Maybe. I hope crocomire hunter tried to wrangle him too. It's always fun to see the aftermath." *sip*

There was another rumble, and some scraping sounds. Ophelia, otherwise known as the metroid queen, poked her massive head through the fresh hole in the floor. "Uh, guys?"

Ridley came in from the back room. "What?"

"There's a mess of enimies outside. They're all babbling about a 'hunter's ship' or something."

Samus practically froze for a moment, before abandoning her glass (which was swiped by Kraid soon after) and heading for the door.

"Uh, Samus?" Kraid left his seat to follow her.

She opened the door, and just staaaaared.

"Samus?" Kraid tapped her on the shoulder. "You alright?"

Ridley joined them outside. "Maybe try looking past her there, kraid..."

Kraid's eyes went wide. "Oh? ...ohhhhh..."

Samus was now drooling in her helmet.

"Uhh, Samus? C'mon now... are you even breathing still?!? Samus...SAMUS!!!"

"Forget it man... give her a minute or two for it to sink in."

Samus finally snapped out of it, and threw up her arms. "MY SHIP!! GYHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-"

"Aaaand now it's sunk in."

Kraid was covering his ears. "Whaaat? I can't hear you! All I hear is a loud ringing..."

"WHAAAAT?!"

"-AHAHAHAH! YAHAHAH! ALL MINE!" She did a litttle victory dance before walking up and jumping on.

Kraid, with the ringing in his ears gone, shrugged the best a kraid could. "Damn... this is quite possibly the happiest i've seen her."

She jumped on, tapped the hatch, and sunk in without incedent.

Kraid did a double take. "Wha? Wasn't there supposed to be a really loud crunching noise as half the hull split off?"

Ridley was just as surprized. "I guess metroid-thingy felt like being uncharacterristically nice today."

The engines started up. Kraid looked to Ridley. "Wait, where is she going?"

"My best guess is to go get her money. I wonder if it'll count since motherbrain ressurected herself again."

Kraid nodded and watched the ship fly off.

_________________ ....Later that day...


Samus peeled herself from the wreck, and fell, landing gracefully on the platform below.
"Logbook. Day one. Tallon IV. I called this planet hell once, but I have returned. Not of my own will, but by an evil force. My own ship was powerless against it-"

A blue morphball dropped behind her, followed by a green one.

"Like a string of spaghetii lost in the brothy sea of space."

The blue morphball uncurled, revealing a blue suit similar to hers.
"DAAAAAAM! Didn't I tell you I could land the ship upside down while Samus was in the can?!"

The green one came out next.
"No, no, no! You said you could land the ship while Samus was in the van."

Samus glared out the corner of her visor.
"Note to self: Change the log to depict Smaus and Houston dieing in the crash. Maybe have thier burnt flesh just-...I don't know- burn together like some sort of sick bowling bag. Just have fun with it."


_________________...Elsewhere...


Kabutroid looked over his left scythe, and winced.
"Was punching a number into a sensitive nerve really neccecary?"

scrab queen shrugged. "Well, you aren't going to be a permanent member, but the admins need a way to track you somehow."

*sigh* "oh, well. I guess I can just repair it when I get back to Zebeth."

"Hey, wanna head over to the bar? Maybe Mistur'll be there."

"Sure."

scrab queen considered him for a moment. "I have an idea that would really freak them out..." She smirked evily behind her visor, an expression Kabutroid knew all too well. He was just glad that it wasn't intended for him.

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The pink spartan opened the doors, and held one open for someone who wasn't there. She approached the bar, where Mistur and Havoc were talking about something randomly.

She took a seat next to Mistur. "Barkeep! Did you manage to re-create that recipie I gave you?"

"Yup. It's not quite refined yet, but you can test it if you want."

"Alright. Two please!"
Just as predicted, almost all eyes were on her as the green colored liquid dissapeared in the front of her helmet.

A strange text box appeared out of nowhere next to her. "Hey, is that zr388 import?"

She nodded to the text.

"Can I have some?"

"Sure, but I doubt a text box can do anything other than float."

"Oh, right." The text box dissapeared, and was replaced by Kabutroid, and with a nice little *pwip* sound too.

Waves of "WTF!"s and "OMG!"s were heard, along with one strange dude who just yelled "WE'RE ALL GONNA D-*trip* I'm okay!!"

scrab queen burst into suppressed fits of laughter, and gave Kabuitroid the drink.

Havoc was just staring.

She turned to face Mistur. "So, how'd the bikini campaign go?"

"Huh? You don't know yet?"

"Nope. I was too busy being thrown out of a plane by you and eating dirt to know. By the way, this is Kabutroid. We had another dimention split. Either that or one of the god authors is being totally retarded by blending universes."

"Wait, you were...out there...this whole time? Shouldn't you be speaking in broken retardedness? Or at least talking about how leet you are?"

"Nope. I was passed out most of the time. On my way back, however, I met some N00bs who knew me before I came here."

There was a dramatic gasp resonating in the room.

Cue the western fight music.


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And that's how I drag out a fic!!!




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I decided to be nice and not double post. You're welcome.

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Chapter two: thatwasnttoomuchcoffee!idontthinkitwastoomuchcoffee!



"You said can. Pay the f*** up."

"You said van, not can!"

"Why the f*** would I say van!"

"I don't know! This is something you have to work out with your therapist and -uh,- your used car dealer!"

Samus finally turned around, as she was finished with the log book.
"Did you two not even hear the thing about killing you brutally and using your skin to hold large polycarbonite spheres?"
(A/n: I could've put in a ballsack joke. Your brains will thank me later.)

Smaus tilted his head. "You didn't say you'd do it brutally I thought."

Houston started shouting again. "Don't listen to him. He gets everything completely wrong. He's just a bunch of lies in a lie ran over lies with his f***ing van of lies. You have to do it brutally, you must do it brutally!"

Smaus started shaking. "Heheh..heheha...you said...heheh...you said do it! heheh..."

"I did didn't I?"

"Hehehahehah...Hey Samus! He said you must do it! hehehe...and you're a girl! hehehehehahahahHAHAHEHEHEhehehehhahahheheh...*sigh* aw, f***."

Samus raised and eyebrow (which could barely be see throught the visor). "Smaus, you may not have realized that you're not in your mother's basement anymore, in your stained boxers, checking out the internet forum. So i'm going to igno-"

"Shoot him!"

"Shoot you?!" She fired at Smaus.

(Long pause for dramatic effect.
Either that or it was akward silence.)

Houston was blinking. "Wait, you're a she?"

"I think you actually got brain-damaged from that landing."

"I thought it was just talk when I heard your..um..."

"Manly?"

"Yeah, manly voice."

"Oh, this? I got this stuff from my mission to Zebes. It's a voice modulator."

Smaus was doing a classic 0_o "Why would you do that?"

"Well, people were speculating whether I was a male cyborg anyway. People kept questioning who I was or asking for naked photographs."

Houston went on another 'didn't make sense tangent'
"Then they mock, and ridicule you when you put them up because you got caught eating cheese fries, and no butt just trying to keep your weight healthy, and you end up binging on ice cream and carbonite, and the next thing you know, the kernal is undressing you with his eyes."

"..." Smaus was still going 0_o

"...Yeaaaaaah, I handled it a bit differently."

("so, how you doin'? *wink*" *BANG* *SPLATTER*)

Smaus finally got out of his WTFness. "Heh. Sounds a lot like houston's birth."

"Okay, Samus, if you're really a girl, take off your helmet and prove it, b****."

She narrowed her eyes. "Okay, first: Don't call me a b**** if you want to live. Second: You take off your helmet and say "numono-ultramicroscopicsilocovocanoconiosis" while surviving difference in pressure. Then i'll gladly take my helmet off for you."

Houston was feeling around the edges of his helmet. "I'd do that in a second, if only I could figure out how to work this...khono armor duplicate."

"It's Chozo."

"Whatever. I'm a marine. Gimmie a gun and i'm gone."

Smaus piped up. "What, No ammo?"

"Fine, a gun and some ammo."

"Well, what good is a loaded gun...with no targets."

"Fine. A gun, some ammo, and drop me in a f***ing sizzler."

"Well now you're missing a parachute!"

"I'll make you into a parachute..."

"Heh. It doesn't matter, cause in this scenario, I have super powers!"

"What? How did you get super poweres?"

"Cause I rolled a 20."

"No, lemme see those dice..."

Samus felt a headache forming. "Houston, where do you think we are?"

"You expect me to know where I am? That's a job for computers. No real skills needed. It's all plug and chug."

Smaus sighed. "Lemme narrow it down for you. We're in space."

"Dammit skippy, I had her just where I wanted her."

Samus pulled up a map on her HUD. "This place is a side-hopper class, high-orbit pirate space station."

"Side-hopper class?"

"Well, that's what the map looks like. A side-hopper. It's a deadly enemy I met on Zebes, hops from side to side."

"Couldn't you just, walk out of it's way if it only walks sideways?"

"Thin caves. Very thin caves."

"Hey, i'm sure the ship can still fly. it just needs some elbow grease."

"And some headlight fluid. Wait...."

"Hey Samus?"

"*sigh* What?"

"Where do you park the van?"

(*Bam* *BAM*)

_________________________...Elsewhere...____



"And that's how I fended them off." scrab queen took another sip through her helmet.

Mistur just scratched his head. "Well, that was ... uneventful ... and unglorified. Weird."

"I don't like to lie."

"Meh. Hey, has anyone seen where that metri- uh...metro..uhhh...That weird dude went?"

She shrugged. "Probably off to go get Ridley. He was pretty pissed about the knock off imports."

"Oh. WAAAAiit! You're too young to be drinking! How the hell did you get in here anyway?"

There was a cool breeze going through the room, and it steadilly grew to raging winds.

"Way to go Mistur."

"What did I do?"

"You opened up a plothole. Now the only way to close it is to have someone with impossibility powers explain it. I already know the admins can't do it, because they didn't know about it till' now. So the only person who can do it is..."

There was a long silence.

"Who?"

"What? I thought you knew!"

"Nope. I thought you were pausing for dramatic effect."

"Aw, fuckberries. Well, this is for throwing me out of a plane."

Mistur flinched, but nothing happened. "Wait, weren't you going to hit me or something?"

"Uh uh. I'm leaving this mess to you. The fact that the god author decided to bring over a concept from another universe makes this all the more difficult. If i'm correct, the the god author is using this universe to do some dimension splitting and universe smashing. So that means, a whole bunch of annoying characters should be pouring from that portal any second now, and i'm leaving you to deal with it."

"WHAT!? I can't do that! I have to much lazy stuff to do!"

scrab queen looked at a non-existant watch on her wrist. "In three...two...one..."

Just as predicted...the portal closed and everything went back to normal.

"Huh. What a highly unpredictable coincedence."

scrab queen just grinned visibly through her visor.

"What are you smiling for?"

"What reason is there not to smile? I get to beat you up now."

Mistur's eyes went wide and he quickly vacated the bar, leaving behind a Mistur shaped cloud in his seat.

"Mweheheheh. He'll never see it coming."

Suddenly, a blast of fire consumed the bartender, and a purple dragon thing walked behind the bar, and tossed the scorched body over the counter. "God it's a mess back here. How did this guy ever get anything done?" There was lots of shuffling and clinking, as it rearranged the various items.

"Hey there Ridley."

The dragon picked his head up and raised an eyebrow, or at least a row of scales where it's eyebrow should be.
"Do I know you? And if I do, who the hell are you again?"

"Nope. Don't know me. But I've heard of you. Nice to meet you. I'm scrab queen."

"Are you here to eat, drink, and pay me money?"

"Ocaisionally."

He just shrugged and went back to organizing.


____________-later that night...-_______


A portal appeared out of nowhere and sucked up mac the janitor, before spewing out two black dressed guys with glowing goggles.

"Oh, great. You opened up a portal."

"Steve, Steve,... are you mad?"

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FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND HOLY, SOMEONE PLEASE COMMENT SO i DON'T OVER CRAM THIS POST!! i DON'T WANNANOTHER MULTIPLE POST RATE!

Something really funny happened. While I was capitalizing 'Mistur", I accidentally hit the 0 instead of the arrow, and it turned out to be 'M0istur'.

I laughed my ass off.
And then this quote came to mind:

"Help! I can't find my gas-powered internet enabled blowdryer! I have a lot of moistness that needs to be dismoistened! Also, while bloging about moistness." - caboose, blue team.

My ass fell off at that point, and now I can't get 'bohemian rhapsody' out of my head.

[scrab queen]

*bump*

still gotta lotta chapters in my head, but being that i'm banned untill the never-ending flood of homework is done, that might be a problem. I'm doing a drawing of my version of OWF, along with a very memorable scene in the background. If you're wondering why Samus' name is misspelled in the third chapter repeatedly, that's because it's another character. you'll find out why he has such a stupid name in the next one.

but anyway, heres your funny crap: the torture, demise, death, and zombifying of an evil furby. (turn down the volume, it screams really loud.)


http://youtube.com/watch?v=4bmPtnMkvzE

http://youtube.com/watch?v=028NuVYR0oo

http://youtube.com/watch?v=_LKO8b797D8


It...doesn't...DIE!!!! It really creeps me out when they reconfigure the voice box and it starts clicking like the grudge. *shudder* i'm glad I got rid of mine when it started to talk about using my mother's intestines to strangle me.

[mitsur]

I hope you die in a fire.

[Nemo]

I called it.

[Jordan]

I wonder if you even have the right to do this.

[Nemo]

Technically yes, as Mitsur has not had his story copyrit'd.

QUICK, MITSUR! COPYRITE IT BEFORE THEY MAKE MORE CRAPPY COPIES!

[Havoc]

Work is automaticaly copyrighted by the original author. It's not like you have to register every single piece of work you make in order to have copyright. Mitsur has copyright to the original story, not on the characters however since they are based on actual people.

[scrab queen]

Aw, shit. I started an issue didn't I? *sigh* Close whenever you please. I just had a story writing itch, and needed to scratch it, and what good is a story if you can't share it with people who can say more than 'oh, that's cute'? Total noob mistake on my part, and I apologize. And like I said before mistur, I was already set on cheesy fire by defiling the holy cheeze llama, but I think you have the right to do it again now that I look at this spontaneously made piece of crap. I might edit it later, but I probably won't post it in like, five years when everybody forgets it. Oh, well.


As for the sake of the thing, one last thing must be done before this thing is set on fire by a red cactus weilding jardinian: I give you, the only OWFTUL fan art in existance. It's a piece of crap I know. in all its noobish unfinishedness.

Up in the vent is el'scrabino, operating the bikini cannon. He looks the way he does because he hasn't replied to my question on how he would like to look.

Speedy the scrab is kicking around houston's morphball. Havoc is being chased by a posessed abe16 and crocomire hunter, and speedy the ripper is cutting metroids in half.

The pile of mangled mush in front of the stage is metroixer, after getting run through by the ripper.

Snuzi is taking a snuz by the bar, and arxyl's plant is passed out.

of course you all know that's splat at the end of the bar.

Samus and I are watching motherbrain tell her really crappy jokes, and dicussing whether to throw rubber chickens or bricks at her jar.

Kabutroid and kraid are up front, and ridley is behind the bar.

There. Stare in awe at the steaming pile of skunk's shit's shit. Awesome.

What a revenge of the noobs this has been...

[Havoc]

If Mitsur thinks it's okay then there is no problem and knowing him I don't think he would make an issue out of it. You could send him a PM to be sure but you can continue if you like. Besides there's no copyright issue in the first place since you're not making profit out of this.

[scrab queen]

NAW. So, no, maybe, yes. I dunno. Depends. When grandma lifts this computer law then I might update. I'm too scared to ask mistur. I dun like asking people stuff. BLARG. Meh. I'll just put it on hold untill summer, or a holiday. Blegh. At least i'm not the one who has to listen to eternal elevator music.

[Nemo]

Heh... Mistur...
I'll have to call him over when my porch gets too hot, then.

[mitsur]

I'm not angry about you just jumping out and writing, I'm angry that you just grabbed something I worked on and ripped it apart without even asking. Contrary to popular belief, I still come on and check my mailbox. Hell, I would have even helped you out on this.

Just ask next time.

Oh, and yes, you need to lay off the crack cocaine and meth before you work on the story. My head hurts from the first chapter, it just runs around too much and has no coherency. It dosen't need to have a plot, but it needs to at least have a form.

Uh, and yes, shameless plugging here, but I got bored and made myself a new sig, and cheated with the png format by just giving the image a border with the exact same shade of green as the native format, so it dosen't look any different.

[scrab queen]

no, I'm not taking drugs. It's called being weird, random, and having a legally insane mother. But yeah, I can see how that would piss you off. I pretty much misinterpreted OWF and assiociated it with total randomness, and I pretty much destroyed that by blendng several other not-mine ideas in there like a drooling fangirl noob. I apologize. An unfortuatly, I can never bring myself to ask for help, and I have a really bad habit of not asking permission to do stuff. so, uh, yeah...sorry.
nice sig by the way.

[Mac Sirloin]

I am stealing this concept from you three.

*pillages*

SWEET, GLORIOUS PLAGIARISM!

[scrab queen]

I can see how this is gonna be happening alot untill there is a newb friendly RPG (as mentioned in the official thread). *sigh* lemme get the n00b nets. I'll try not to capture myself this time.