Hebes24 wrote:Nice End to the GT story.
Unfortunately, I have not watched any Avatar, so I don't think I'll understand this story much.
I wrote the story so that people who had no earthly idea what I was talking about could get the whole thing at least a little bit. Of course, if you don't have the toime to check out all the links, you can always read the next installment of my GT tribute series,
The Great Internet War, posted right here, right now. It's second down on the list.
story removed by author for gargantuan amounts of suck
CHAPTER 1
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plasmoidmonkey sprinted down the hallway like a man possessed.
“Man, why am I always running down a hallway in these stories?” he grumbled to himself.
He was an average teenager, medium height, medium weight, thin rectangular glasses, tan skin, olive green t-shirt over a grey long-sleeved shirt, khaki jeans, and sandals. Of course, average doesn’t really describe the fact that his hair probably needed a tanker truck full of fluorescent blue dye and two of hair gel and his eyes were simply lines like this - -. (This is my character on MySims.)
He rounded a corner, nearly falling down. Little bone nubs burst out of the bottom of his sandals for a bit of extra traction.
“C’mon…c’mon!”
He slid through a doorway and came out onto a small circular platform. The Senate Hall, which looked just like the one in Star Wars, was packed to the brim with GTers, both veteran and n00b alike, all chatting incessantly in numerous languages, including, but not limited to, English, German, various Scandinavian tongues, Latin, Sanskrit, l33t, Klingon, and Simlish. (Thank goodness for translator units.)
The platform plasmoidmonkey was on was not unoccupied. The other GTers who had activated the Z-bomb in the last story were all there: Hebes24, JackSkratch, Xavious, Taivyx, and Arc_Commander, all in casual garb, but unfortunately I am not sure what their casual wear looks like. Imagine it for yourself. Ash Panda was not there, as she and the other off-siters were busy gathering support from all corners of the internet.
plasmoidmonkey barely had enough time to catch his breath and give a weak “Hi” before the central podium exploded with activity. A huge holoscreen appeared in the air above it, showing the hooded face of President Guru.
“Glad you all could make it. Let’s get down to business shall we? Three days ago, during the zombie outbreak, Xavious found an escaped forum troll. To make matters worse, we also have concrete evidence that they are in league with the emos and other quarantine cliques. I will now hand the stand over to ShadowHawk, chief of the quarantined sectors.”
ShadowHawk’s face appeared in the holoscreen as he took the main spot on the center podium. President Guru sat down in the ring of Admin and Mod seats around the stand, the only noticeable difference from the Star Wars version.
“Thank you, Master President. As you all know, the quarantined are very dangerous specimens. Unfortunately, I’ve been getting reports of mass escapes all over the quarantined sectors. From the looks of it, we will be fighting, not only the trolls and emos, but the potheads, anime-haters, spam-men, rowdy n00bs, jocks, flamers, p0rn0s, haxx0rz, and various other forms of scum and villainy. Be forewarned, they have technology on par with ours. We must rely on our superior creativity and mod-tools to deplete their reinforcement points, which at current estimates number two million and rising.”
This statement started a lot of commotion. Only GT had a reinforcement count higher than that.
“Our strategy is simple: being as we don’t know where they are attacking from, all of you and your armies will be stationed across the world. You will set up headquarters wherever you desire, guard any important GT locations, patrol the immediate area, counter any attacks, and wait until the Intel department guys figure out where they’re coming from. Then we will move in for the clincher. Your AIs will elaborate more.”
President Guru got up on the podium again.
“Dismissed. And may the Force be with you.”
The majority of GTers got up to leave. They were mostly n00bs, who were dumb enough to leave their AI chips at home. Luckily, Hebes24 was prepared. He slid his chip into the holoprojector, which sprung to life.
His AI was an athletic-looking man in his mid-twenties, with blue-orange tie-die skin and waves of silver hair. He wore a white martial-arts outfit and dual swords on his belt. A white stick hung from his lip, but on closer inspection it was not a cigarette, but actually filled with salt. Strings of holographic binary code ran up and down his semi-transparent body.
“Aaaaah. It was getting to cramped in there.” He stretched. “So, what’s up?”
“You should know, Hebes.” JackSkratch said to the AI. “You’re the one with the super-computer for a brain.”
“Guilty as charged.” His tone turned serious. “Okay guys. You’ve all got separate assignments. JackSkratch, you’ve got the Ninja Villages in Japan. Taivyx, you have the catacombs of Mordor. Arc_Commander, the cloning facilities in Australia. Hebes24, you’re here in Capital Server. Xavious, you got Glaciavakia. plasmoidmonkey, you’re stationed in the Antarctic Empire. That’s all I got. Make sure to let me out now and then.” He grinned, which was an odd thing for a computer program to do, even a smart AI like himself.
“Will do.” Hebes24 pressed the off button and removed the chip. “Move out, people.”
EDIT: The slots for characters are open again. I will take the first five applicants for characters i get. (Four, actually.) Those who already have characters need not re apply.
1. Egg_Guts
2. lieutenantcoda
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