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The continuing saga of "Wrong Way"!
Moderators: Porter, EmperorJeramyu, Telephalsion
by EmperorJeramyu » Tue Aug 10, 2004 10:48 pm
Don't start. Anybody.
And incase you're all wondering, yes, I've been working on the next part. Hopefully it'll be done by the end of the week.
And incase you're all wondering, yes, I've been working on the next part. Hopefully it'll be done by the end of the week.
"Unfortunately, the dragon only speaks in Napalm, a curious ancient language that you don't really need to speak to understand."
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by EmperorJeramyu » Wed Aug 11, 2004 10:28 pm
Attention! I've decided to split the final episode in 3 parts! So here's part two!
"Season 1 finalé, Part 2: Setting the Stage!"
“Poor Holstein…” Jeramyu remarked. “He’s going to be the first to get squished. Granted, that’s what you get when you’re a gigantic cow…”
Unfortunately, none of the Crestfallen were in a good position. Despite the few’s many miraculous powers, the walls continued to impose.
“Geez, what a sorry way to go.” Iteroth lamented, hitting up his last bong.
“Slimy bastards!” Porter shouted, bashing his head against a wall. “I knew they were evil… but this!”
“>_> <_< >_<”
Rescue seemed unlikely, as the squeezing room resided miles beneath the ground, only connected by the small chutes that retracted upon use. The ever reliable Telephalsion was too busy chillin’ at the bus, reading a magazine called “how to look sophisticated by reading magazines”.
Every kinetic barrier repelled, every bullet reflected. Every burst of energy dissipated, every cynical glance ignored. The walls just kept on squeezing in, bringing only certain doom.
Something was falling. Something was dropping from a high. Something was moving very, very fast. Something was blazing through the atmosphere, and into the azure skies. Something was above the GW fortress, making a deliberate dive. Something was projecting a streaming aura that knew no limited.
Bart looked up. “What was I doing again? I seem to recall sitting on the throne, and being uninteresting.”
Whlist looking up, something caught his eye. Ok, it didn’t really catch his eye, as much as it crashed through his ceiling, and plummeted straight into the ground. It obliterated through yard after yard of solid dirt, rocks, and ignited a few oil lines along its way. Like a living super-drill is never lost pace, passing seamlessly into the mantle, and miles beyond.
Cow mooed in frustration, as the walls threatened him first. Jeramyu sighed, and sat down.
“NO! IT CANNOT BE!!!” Bill roared.
A bright light seemed to emanate through the ceiling. “Iteroth, I don’t want to know WHAT chemicals you smoked to do that.” Jeramyu remarked.
“Nooo! I’ve got so much to live for!” Exiled whined. “Well, more than any of you.”
The soft blue light got brighter. “It ain’t me.” Iteroth said, closing his eyes, and taking a big puff. The room started shaking violently.
“Holstein! No farting, and for the love of god, don’t take a dump!” Porter yelled above the rumbling.
As would logically be expected, the ceiling burst open making a wide hole. Before the crestfallen stood a magnificent winged figure.
“A…are you an angel?” Porter said stupidly.
“No. It’s me, Fitz. Dumbass.”
The crestfallen looked at each other in astonishment. “SAVE US!!!”
Holstein was pushed out, and the last of the Crestfallen were free. Bart was gone from his throne. Everything seemed eerily quiet. Until the blaring sirens and flashing lights.
“War! You take point!” Jeramyu shouted, “Holstein, here’s a bean burrito. Take up the rear. We need to get to the bus!”
In an ecstatic fashion, the Crestfallen burst through the doors of the fortress. The whole city was in an uproarious uproar. Every citizen was carrying a torch, a fake sword, or some other brutal instrument.
None of this mattered however; as War had several automatic weapons, and made everyone know about them.
The numbers were still stacked though. The crestfallen were completely surrounded from all sides. War’s blazing HKs made a fine arc through the front, as did Cow’s toxic o-zone disintegrating gas. The other endowed few kept the sides clear with claw and light saber.
Porter looked up. “Holy shit! Is that a fucking helicopter!?”
Indeed, several copters had pulled out from behind buildings, and were closing in on the Crestfallen, chain guns loaded. War motioned for someone to take this place. Bill took up point, blasting foolish mortals left and right with his… power… power.
Inexplicably, War had equipped a bazooka, and was launching it sporadically. Several of the helicopters went down, several buildings were damaged. War turned to another copter, which had apparently turned around and was cutting GW denizens to ribbons. Ghost Strayed cackled.
Flanked by a confused copter pilot, the agitated Crestfallen made their way towards the parking deck. Progress was good though, the mere GW members fell like flies, and a machine gun is an effective fly swatter.
Several green-glowing men leapt through the crowd, blocking bullets with their bare hands.
“Ninjas!” Excell shouted, being useless.
“No…” Jeramyu mused. “Mods! I’ll take em’!”
Jeramyu bounded off of a wall, and up to the top of an intact building. The mods followed, yearning for a chance to abuse their powers.
The Crestfallen mod squinted his eyes, and whirred his hands around stylishly. The GW mods all struck poses. Jeramyu slowly drew for the light saber at his belt. The opposing force did likewise. In a freak flash of lighting, the fight had broken out. Jeramyu was leaping left and right, doing back flips, and other things he couldn’t actually possibly do because he’s actually just some dork white guy who almost lives in his basement.
But seriously though, he used to be absolutely awesome at Jedi Outcast. Any ffa match he entered he dominated. He had actually built up a reputation in some servers for his skill. So, if he actually was a Jedi, he’d kick ass.
Jeramyu twirled around his light saber, and retracted it (No penis jokes, please). The GW mods lied in a bloody heap atop the roof. Jeramyu dropped back down to the other Crestfallen, who were still fighting with everything they had. The parking deck was ahead.
“OPEN THE DOOR!!!” The Crestfallen screamed. Telephalsion was busy reading.
“OPEN THE DOOR!!!” They screamed again. It might not have been the Crestfallen’s screams that alerted Tele, but maybe rather the moltov cocktail that exploded in front of the windshield.
“Ummm… Wow.” Was all that Tele bothered to say, quickly triggering the door release. The few piled in as fast a possible. Jeramyu shoved Trivia-bot off of the seat violently.
“I’m driving! We’re getting out of here!” He shouted, shoving the bus into reverse. He accelerated, running down a portion of the crowd, who were having a difficult time subduing the bus.
“Gogogogogo!” Porter screamed, jumping up and down like he had just snorted sugar, which could be entirely possible.
“Yaaarrrrggghhh!!!” Jeramyu shouted, as body parts splattered against the windshield. He turned on the wipers.
“…Was that a boob?” Iteroth observed calmly.
“Probably not.” Glenn gestured. “A moob, maybe, but not a boob.”
Jeramyu’s face lit with astonishment again. “Shit! The gate!” …And the gate it was. The thick concrete barrier was going to close before the Crestfallen reached it. The few all cringed for impact.
A laser shout out from the bus, blowing out the wall. Excell looked up and around innocently. His finger had somehow found its way to the “laser button”.
“I don’t remember putting that in…” Telephalsion remarked.
“That’s because I put it in.” Fitz X said proudly. “Before I died.”
The bus cleared through the smoke and rubble. The Crestfallen cheered in celebration.
Jeramyu pulled the bus into a bootleg for no apparent reason. “So long, suckers!” He jeered. His jeering was brought to a halt by loud rumbling. The rumbling was getting more intense.
Bart’s voice pierced out of nowhere. “So you think you can escape!? Pah! You have no respect for my masterpiece, GamingW 5!!!”
“5?” Jeramyu said confusedly, “I thought it was 4.”
“No!” Bart shouted back. “It’s 5.”
“I don’t see a difference.” Jeramyu returned. “Looks the same to me.”
Bart grunted in frustration. “You’ve insulted me for the last time. Someone who hates GW as much as you must be destroyed!”
“Good luck! We already took out half the population of your crummy little town-hole.” Jeramyu responded.
“Hahaha! That’s what you think! Maybe you should count some time! Those were just noobs! Our core member base is 100,000 strong!”
“NO! IT CANNOT BE!!!”
“You don’t stand a chance! Prepare to be banned!” Bart said, cackling evily. “Oh yeah, and I know where Lun is, but I’m not telling!”
Jeramyu shook his fist. “Bastard!” He turned to the rest of the few. “We can’t run now, we HAVE to fight! The odds might be against us, but we’re awesome. Get armed, and get out there!”
“Hahahahahaha!!!” Strayed cackled. “I can even up the odds with a wave of my hand!”
Jeramyu raised his eyebrows. “You don’t mean…”
“Yes! Arise my warriors!” Strayed dictated. The grounds started shaking even more. Slowly, assorted body parts floated up from the ground. They began assembling into freaking, freaky creatures.
“The Titanium Armored Genetically Engineered Bear-Crab Hybrids LIVE!!!” Strayed declared.
“Haha!” Jeramyu laughed. “Now we’ve got an army of our own! Whadda ya think of that, Bart!?”
“…You suck.” Bart resonated.
GW’s army expanded across the horizon. The Crestfallen’s mutants approached, slightly less in numbers, but more heavily armed.
“There are still mods out there…” Porter muttered.
“Then we’re all going to have to fight. All of us.” Jeramyu said epically. “It’s time to teach them what the Crestfallen can do.”
Jeramyu closed his eyes and rejuvenated his telekinesis. He dusted off his light saber, and stepped out the bus.
Porter grabbed his guitar. “I can fight with this, right?” He asked.
“Yeah. Let’s go.” Exiled replied, taking his guitar.
War shuffled out of the bus slowly, carrying more weaponry than most people ever could.
Fitz swooped out, robotics systems in perfect sync, claws sharpened and ready to carve some skulls.
Excell leaped out, armed only with his ability to annoy any enemy to the point of vehicular suicide.
Cow rolled out, a giant cow.
Bill levitated out, glowing with powerful power.
Glenn walked out, toting a katana in his mechanical arm.
Impossible trudged out, with intent to insult and bombard the army with rampant cynicism.
Strayed floated out, eyes lit with that primal urge.
Iteroth was left standing alone in the bus. He lit up another bong. “Eh… I’d rather not.”
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All right! The ultimate clash commences in part 3! Coming soon to a topic near you!
"Season 1 finalé, Part 2: Setting the Stage!"
“Poor Holstein…” Jeramyu remarked. “He’s going to be the first to get squished. Granted, that’s what you get when you’re a gigantic cow…”
Unfortunately, none of the Crestfallen were in a good position. Despite the few’s many miraculous powers, the walls continued to impose.
“Geez, what a sorry way to go.” Iteroth lamented, hitting up his last bong.
“Slimy bastards!” Porter shouted, bashing his head against a wall. “I knew they were evil… but this!”
“>_> <_< >_<”
Rescue seemed unlikely, as the squeezing room resided miles beneath the ground, only connected by the small chutes that retracted upon use. The ever reliable Telephalsion was too busy chillin’ at the bus, reading a magazine called “how to look sophisticated by reading magazines”.
Every kinetic barrier repelled, every bullet reflected. Every burst of energy dissipated, every cynical glance ignored. The walls just kept on squeezing in, bringing only certain doom.
Something was falling. Something was dropping from a high. Something was moving very, very fast. Something was blazing through the atmosphere, and into the azure skies. Something was above the GW fortress, making a deliberate dive. Something was projecting a streaming aura that knew no limited.
Bart looked up. “What was I doing again? I seem to recall sitting on the throne, and being uninteresting.”
Whlist looking up, something caught his eye. Ok, it didn’t really catch his eye, as much as it crashed through his ceiling, and plummeted straight into the ground. It obliterated through yard after yard of solid dirt, rocks, and ignited a few oil lines along its way. Like a living super-drill is never lost pace, passing seamlessly into the mantle, and miles beyond.
Cow mooed in frustration, as the walls threatened him first. Jeramyu sighed, and sat down.
“NO! IT CANNOT BE!!!” Bill roared.
A bright light seemed to emanate through the ceiling. “Iteroth, I don’t want to know WHAT chemicals you smoked to do that.” Jeramyu remarked.
“Nooo! I’ve got so much to live for!” Exiled whined. “Well, more than any of you.”
The soft blue light got brighter. “It ain’t me.” Iteroth said, closing his eyes, and taking a big puff. The room started shaking violently.
“Holstein! No farting, and for the love of god, don’t take a dump!” Porter yelled above the rumbling.
As would logically be expected, the ceiling burst open making a wide hole. Before the crestfallen stood a magnificent winged figure.
“A…are you an angel?” Porter said stupidly.
“No. It’s me, Fitz. Dumbass.”
The crestfallen looked at each other in astonishment. “SAVE US!!!”
Holstein was pushed out, and the last of the Crestfallen were free. Bart was gone from his throne. Everything seemed eerily quiet. Until the blaring sirens and flashing lights.
“War! You take point!” Jeramyu shouted, “Holstein, here’s a bean burrito. Take up the rear. We need to get to the bus!”
In an ecstatic fashion, the Crestfallen burst through the doors of the fortress. The whole city was in an uproarious uproar. Every citizen was carrying a torch, a fake sword, or some other brutal instrument.
None of this mattered however; as War had several automatic weapons, and made everyone know about them.
The numbers were still stacked though. The crestfallen were completely surrounded from all sides. War’s blazing HKs made a fine arc through the front, as did Cow’s toxic o-zone disintegrating gas. The other endowed few kept the sides clear with claw and light saber.
Porter looked up. “Holy shit! Is that a fucking helicopter!?”
Indeed, several copters had pulled out from behind buildings, and were closing in on the Crestfallen, chain guns loaded. War motioned for someone to take this place. Bill took up point, blasting foolish mortals left and right with his… power… power.
Inexplicably, War had equipped a bazooka, and was launching it sporadically. Several of the helicopters went down, several buildings were damaged. War turned to another copter, which had apparently turned around and was cutting GW denizens to ribbons. Ghost Strayed cackled.
Flanked by a confused copter pilot, the agitated Crestfallen made their way towards the parking deck. Progress was good though, the mere GW members fell like flies, and a machine gun is an effective fly swatter.
Several green-glowing men leapt through the crowd, blocking bullets with their bare hands.
“Ninjas!” Excell shouted, being useless.
“No…” Jeramyu mused. “Mods! I’ll take em’!”
Jeramyu bounded off of a wall, and up to the top of an intact building. The mods followed, yearning for a chance to abuse their powers.
The Crestfallen mod squinted his eyes, and whirred his hands around stylishly. The GW mods all struck poses. Jeramyu slowly drew for the light saber at his belt. The opposing force did likewise. In a freak flash of lighting, the fight had broken out. Jeramyu was leaping left and right, doing back flips, and other things he couldn’t actually possibly do because he’s actually just some dork white guy who almost lives in his basement.
But seriously though, he used to be absolutely awesome at Jedi Outcast. Any ffa match he entered he dominated. He had actually built up a reputation in some servers for his skill. So, if he actually was a Jedi, he’d kick ass.
Jeramyu twirled around his light saber, and retracted it (No penis jokes, please). The GW mods lied in a bloody heap atop the roof. Jeramyu dropped back down to the other Crestfallen, who were still fighting with everything they had. The parking deck was ahead.
“OPEN THE DOOR!!!” The Crestfallen screamed. Telephalsion was busy reading.
“OPEN THE DOOR!!!” They screamed again. It might not have been the Crestfallen’s screams that alerted Tele, but maybe rather the moltov cocktail that exploded in front of the windshield.
“Ummm… Wow.” Was all that Tele bothered to say, quickly triggering the door release. The few piled in as fast a possible. Jeramyu shoved Trivia-bot off of the seat violently.
“I’m driving! We’re getting out of here!” He shouted, shoving the bus into reverse. He accelerated, running down a portion of the crowd, who were having a difficult time subduing the bus.
“Gogogogogo!” Porter screamed, jumping up and down like he had just snorted sugar, which could be entirely possible.
“Yaaarrrrggghhh!!!” Jeramyu shouted, as body parts splattered against the windshield. He turned on the wipers.
“…Was that a boob?” Iteroth observed calmly.
“Probably not.” Glenn gestured. “A moob, maybe, but not a boob.”
Jeramyu’s face lit with astonishment again. “Shit! The gate!” …And the gate it was. The thick concrete barrier was going to close before the Crestfallen reached it. The few all cringed for impact.
A laser shout out from the bus, blowing out the wall. Excell looked up and around innocently. His finger had somehow found its way to the “laser button”.
“I don’t remember putting that in…” Telephalsion remarked.
“That’s because I put it in.” Fitz X said proudly. “Before I died.”
The bus cleared through the smoke and rubble. The Crestfallen cheered in celebration.
Jeramyu pulled the bus into a bootleg for no apparent reason. “So long, suckers!” He jeered. His jeering was brought to a halt by loud rumbling. The rumbling was getting more intense.
Bart’s voice pierced out of nowhere. “So you think you can escape!? Pah! You have no respect for my masterpiece, GamingW 5!!!”
“5?” Jeramyu said confusedly, “I thought it was 4.”
“No!” Bart shouted back. “It’s 5.”
“I don’t see a difference.” Jeramyu returned. “Looks the same to me.”
Bart grunted in frustration. “You’ve insulted me for the last time. Someone who hates GW as much as you must be destroyed!”
“Good luck! We already took out half the population of your crummy little town-hole.” Jeramyu responded.
“Hahaha! That’s what you think! Maybe you should count some time! Those were just noobs! Our core member base is 100,000 strong!”
“NO! IT CANNOT BE!!!”
“You don’t stand a chance! Prepare to be banned!” Bart said, cackling evily. “Oh yeah, and I know where Lun is, but I’m not telling!”
Jeramyu shook his fist. “Bastard!” He turned to the rest of the few. “We can’t run now, we HAVE to fight! The odds might be against us, but we’re awesome. Get armed, and get out there!”
“Hahahahahaha!!!” Strayed cackled. “I can even up the odds with a wave of my hand!”
Jeramyu raised his eyebrows. “You don’t mean…”
“Yes! Arise my warriors!” Strayed dictated. The grounds started shaking even more. Slowly, assorted body parts floated up from the ground. They began assembling into freaking, freaky creatures.
“The Titanium Armored Genetically Engineered Bear-Crab Hybrids LIVE!!!” Strayed declared.
“Haha!” Jeramyu laughed. “Now we’ve got an army of our own! Whadda ya think of that, Bart!?”
“…You suck.” Bart resonated.
GW’s army expanded across the horizon. The Crestfallen’s mutants approached, slightly less in numbers, but more heavily armed.
“There are still mods out there…” Porter muttered.
“Then we’re all going to have to fight. All of us.” Jeramyu said epically. “It’s time to teach them what the Crestfallen can do.”
Jeramyu closed his eyes and rejuvenated his telekinesis. He dusted off his light saber, and stepped out the bus.
Porter grabbed his guitar. “I can fight with this, right?” He asked.
“Yeah. Let’s go.” Exiled replied, taking his guitar.
War shuffled out of the bus slowly, carrying more weaponry than most people ever could.
Fitz swooped out, robotics systems in perfect sync, claws sharpened and ready to carve some skulls.
Excell leaped out, armed only with his ability to annoy any enemy to the point of vehicular suicide.
Cow rolled out, a giant cow.
Bill levitated out, glowing with powerful power.
Glenn walked out, toting a katana in his mechanical arm.
Impossible trudged out, with intent to insult and bombard the army with rampant cynicism.
Strayed floated out, eyes lit with that primal urge.
Iteroth was left standing alone in the bus. He lit up another bong. “Eh… I’d rather not.”
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All right! The ultimate clash commences in part 3! Coming soon to a topic near you!
"Unfortunately, the dragon only speaks in Napalm, a curious ancient language that you don't really need to speak to understand."
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by Excell » Thu Aug 12, 2004 12:28 am
I must rain massive destruction!!!!
And I absolutely love how, out of the badass 5.....me, Porter, Exiled and Iteroth have done nothing.
The "minor" characters have whooped more ass than us.....but this must change. NOW!
And I absolutely love how, out of the badass 5.....me, Porter, Exiled and Iteroth have done nothing.
The "minor" characters have whooped more ass than us.....but this must change. NOW!
Porter licks dicks.
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by War » Thu Aug 12, 2004 12:39 am
That because you aren't really badass you just think you are Excell 
<WarV> You know what this place needs?
<Strayed> hookers?
<@Jeramyu> boobs?
<WarV> How about hookers WITH boobs!
<Strayed> I don't like fat guys.
<Strayed> hookers?
<@Jeramyu> boobs?
<WarV> How about hookers WITH boobs!
<Strayed> I don't like fat guys.
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by Strayed Wanderer » Thu Aug 12, 2004 1:33 am
Muahaha... another ghost power, making Genetically Engineered Titantium Armored Bear-Crab Hybrids. Wait, that seems a little too specific to be a power.
Ooh... can I have Gyrokinesis next! Yes, that's right, the power to create greek delicacies with my mind.
Ooh... can I have Gyrokinesis next! Yes, that's right, the power to create greek delicacies with my mind.
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by Telephalsion » Thu Aug 12, 2004 1:41 am
I want to kill, using a sharp metal object of some sort, let me atleast wear exposkeleton or operate a big biped mecha.
Greatchickenman wrote:I'm up for any type of female at least once.
Any type of female.
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by Impossible » Thu Aug 12, 2004 2:20 am
EmperorJeramyu wrote:“Geez, what a sorry way to go.” Iteroth lamented, hitting up his last bong.
“Slimy bastards!” Porter shouted, bashing his head against a wall. “I knew they were evil… but this!”
“>_> <_< >_<”
I don't recall ever being trapped between closing in walls, but that is so what I would have done.
[/Bender]
EmperorJeramyu wrote:Excell leaped out, armed only with his ability to annoy any enemy to the point of vehicular suicide.
Woo!
EmperorJeramyu wrote:Impossible trudged out, with intent to insult and bombard the army with rampant cynicism.
Sounds right. >_< Hey, what ever happened to the >_>_>_>_> beam? I bet that could've destroyed the gate, not some lame plot device.
I'd still better pwn Tele at least once before this is over.
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by Telephalsion » Thu Aug 12, 2004 3:21 am
.. i still havent killed... i must slay, preferably using a dishbrush and a recyclable bottle
Greatchickenman wrote:I'm up for any type of female at least once.
Any type of female.
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