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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 25, 2017 13:59:32 GMT -5
The Bronze Mage stared. His mouth dropped open. His brain was going 300 MPH. He looked at Fark. He looked at the egg. And then he just went crazy.
"Holy sh*t!" Hivemind exclaimed. "What is going on out there?!"
"I can't see anything of what is happening!" said Priori. "BM, are you still down there?!"
Five minutes later, when the dust cleared, all saw Fark lying stunned on the ground, with an enraged Bronze Mage standing above him, holding the sword that was now firmly embedded in the GOD member's neck.
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 25, 2017 16:41:51 GMT -5
"Nice try."
A breathless Bronze Mage turned to see Fark, with the egg next to him and a wand in his hand. Looking down, he saw that Fark had vanished, despite being all but beaten moments before.
"How did you escape?" BM asked, confused.
"How did I escape? Hmm... how did I... Oh right, your god is a lie."
Fark held up the wand and a burst of red energy shot out, blowing the Bronze Mage back to the arena wall.
"How does it feel, knowing that you've devoted your entire life to a false god? Those Cubii have been manipulating you and your cronies for hundreds of years. What are you going to do about it, huh?"
Fark suddenly appeared next to the Bronze Mage and pulled him up by the collar.
"It's not too late to follow the one true god. The GOD. Join us, and the VEC can fight for a real all-powerful being."
"Excuse us!" Said all the Christians, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, Sikhs, Deists, Wiccans, FSM believers, Scientologists, Googlists, Theistic Satanists, Orciukhs, and Agnostics in the Guild Of Death.
"It was a pun! Jeez!" Fark snapped, before turning back to the Bronze Mage. "So... what do you say?"
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 25, 2017 19:36:42 GMT -5
The Bronze Mage stood and looked him straight in the eye. "There's only one thing left to say I guess." He leaned in close. "F*ck you."
"Well sh*t," said Fark, "looks like there's still more to be done I guess!"
And both reached for their weapons...
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 30, 2017 21:20:31 GMT -5
But Fark could not prepare himself for what came next.
"DEUS...EX...MACHINA!!!" Bronze Mage Screamed, as a powerful blast of magic shot at Fark, incinerating him and leaving him critically injured.
"Hey... what kind... of move was that?" Fark asked, confused.
"Eh, this game has stalled long enough... and unfortunately for you, the writers decided that you are to be on the losing end" Bronze Mage shrugged.
"I refuse that arrangement!" Fark shot back.
"It's not your call" Bronze Mage said as he went to cast a spell... but the unthinkable happened. Beneath Fark, a massive hole appeared and swallowed him whole. He completely disappeared, leaving the Bronze Mage standing there, confused.
"What the?" Bronze Mage said to himself.
"Fark has left the arena area... Bronze Mage wins!" MM declared.
Fark kept falling and falling until... he found himself in an area of white nothingness. He stood there alone until at last, an old man appeared before him.
"Fark Devonshire... I have been watching you, and I do not appreciate the lies you spread about the ones who use my Prism's power. It's time you and I had a talk" the old man said.
"You're the Spirit the Colormen spoke of..." Fark concluded.
"Correct, and you seem to be a bit confused about a few things, so let me set the record straight for you once and for all. There is NO evil compatible with the Prism's magic. I have purified this Prism, making it not only more powerful but incompatible with evil influenced magic; even though there is no evil compatible with Prism Magic as is" The Spirit explained.
"We all know Prisms are neutral..." Fark replied.
"Let me clarify. Inherently, yes, Prisms are neutral. BUT Prism magic, i.e. the power given off by a prism, is not. As you can see..." The Spirit said as he manifested some diagrams, "good influenced magic is compatible with Prism magic, because their wavelengths are in sync; they strengthen and compliment each other. Hence, constructive interference. Evil influenced magic, on the other hand, is not. As you can see, their wavelengths are out of sync, and cancel each other out. Hence, destructive interference. Anyone who is not good cannot harness Prism Magic and use it effectively" the Spirit said.
"And yet I am neutral... that does not apply to me; it seems you cannot account for gray areas" Fark sneered.
"Oh really? Let's see what happens when you try and harness Prism magic" The Spirit said as he allowed some to enter Fark. To Fark's horror, he felt enormous pain far greater than any other pain he had ever felt.
"But I am not evil! I am neutral!" He shouted.
"Exactly; you may not be evil, but you are not good either! Let me reiterate something that some seem to have forgotten over the centuries. The ONLY ones who can harness this Prism's magic, as well as any other prisms purified by myself, are GOOD men of humble origin with a desire to protect their home; in this case, Sodor, and the world when need be. YOU fullfill NONE of the requirements, and therefore cannot harness Prism Magic; no exceptions!" The Spirit said.
"That sounds awfully authoritative for a being who is supposed to be pure good..." Fark tried to twist the words.
"Don't try that trick, it does not work on me! But then again, the Colormen predate your "GOD" by more than 500 years, so it is natural for someone such as yourself to not understand, so let me explain this in terms even you can understand: The Prism brings out the best in people. This isn't just any ordinary magical artifact; it and those powered by it embody that which is good of humanity. For more than 500 years, the Colormen were symbols of hope and justice in not only Sodor, but much of mainland Europe. And many Colormen have gone on to become legendary figures in history. Arthur Blackson and his slaying of the Great Horned Beast... that legend is held in the same vein as that of when St. George slayed that dragon. The Cerulean Giants, are symbols of justice and heroes in many cultures. And don't even get me started on Alistair Erdagovern, who Sudrians celebrate as the man who saved their island from the Black Death"
"It brings out the best in people? And yet the curse of the anchor..." Fark tried to begin.
"Is no longer a factor. You can't honestly believe that at this point that actually means something, do you? The Prism is whole again... I have been reunited with it... and the meteor from which I spawned and bonded to the Prism is whole and reunited with The Prism. The Prism is a pure, whole good once again. There is no drop of evil within, the anchor curse... is no longer a factor" The Spirit said.
(Translation: at this point in the story, the curse of the anchor makes no logical sense without a Deus Ex Machina or forced plot)
"Good? And yet your kind purged the Orcs..." Fark said.
"Is there really anything redemptive about them? Let me show you the truth about those creatures you hold so dear... after all, your kind did miss several hundred years" The Spirit said as he showed the the true nature of Orcs
......
In the darkness of night, an adolescent Orc warrior was being lectured to by his father. "Now son, remember, to be called warrior, you complete rite of passage. In human village, you spill blood. Spill blood of man, spill blood of woman, spill blood of child, and spill blood of four-foot. Once you have spilled blood, you take trophies of kills, and wear them with pride! With trophies, you become warrior!" The Orc father said proudly.
"Yes father, I go. I spill blood, I claim trophies, I become warrior!" The young Orc said proudly.
"Yes! Go son! Go spill human blood! Go become warrior!" The Orc father repeated again.
"I BECOME WARRIOR!" The Orc declared proudly before charging into the human settlement.
A while later, the Orc came back, "I claim trophies, I AM WARRIOR!" He shouted.
"My son now warrior! Me proud! We return to village WARRIORS!" The father said as both left to return.
"No... that's not possible... Orcs are more than that!" Fark shouted.
"Where you came from, maybe. But Sudric Orcs were savages, through and through. And this was before the Colormen came to be; now see the orcs after the Colormen began protecting Sodor" The Spirit said as he showed Fark the next vision:
"Colormen make old rite of passage impossible; no new warriors in too long. If we to spill blood, we must raise number!" An Orc chief declared.
"Yes! Spill blood with numbers!" an elder replied.
......
"Future warriors, go spill blood! Attack as group, victory is assured!" The Chief said, and the many Orc warriors-to-be cheered loudly as they prepared to invade the nearby town.
A while later, the Orcs had achieved early success, but then the Colormen intervened. "Vile monsters, you will not spill any more blood tonight; we will ensure that you never harm anyone again!" The Colormen declared.
"Colormen! Your blood spill tonight!" The Orcs shouted. In the ensuing battle, though many Colormen were injured, none were killed. But not one orc who participated in the raid survived the night.
"There was nothing innocent about those orcs; they committed murder, and justice prevailed" The Spirit said.
"But what about the innocent orc children..." Fark began.
"Innocent? That's quite funny, considering that almost every Orc on Sodor the Colormen encountered attacked on sight. And when they tried reasoning with them, they would not listen" The Spirit replied.
"Surely the female orcs with their human intelligence could listen to reason" Fark brought up.
"The kind of Orcs you speak of... did not exist on Sodor... unfortunate, but the truth" The Spirit replied.
"at any rate, why am I here? Why did you bring me to this place?" Fark said.
"To warn you... do NOT attempt to take Prism magic; otherwise you will suffer" The Spirit warned.
"But I'm not evil... I'm neutral" Fark pointed out.
"Which makes you not worthy of the Prism's power! Since you seem to have forgotten what we talked about a few minutes ago, I will leave you with this" The Spirit said.
Suddenly, Fark's left hand turned to solid stone. "What is this, a curse?!"
"A reminder... should you ever try to steal Prism magic again, you will end up like Sir Adrian the Dark One before you" The Spirit warned.
"Who is sir Adrian?" Fark asked.
"He's quite a popular figure in Sudrian legend actually... you can read up on him at the library" The Spirit said.
Fark tried to turn his hand back to normal, but to no avail. "Why can't my hand return to normal!" he declared.
"I'm not letting you off easily for twisting our history, so this is your punishment; the only being that can lift the spell cast on your hand is a being of pure magic" The Spirit declared.
"But the only being of pure magic in all of reality is... you" Fark realized.
"Quite observant... such a shame that I have no intention of lifting the spell. Now then, time for you to return to where you came from..." The Spirit said as Fark was returned to MM's dimension.
......
Fark re-emerged, to the shock of his team.
"What happened?" Fark asked.
"MM declared Bronze Mage the winner; it's all over"
......
"And that concludes this tournament! Now go have fun in space or whatever!" MM said as he went to leave, but just then...
"Stop! Stop! STOP!!! I can't take it anymore!!" The Writer said as he manifested in the arena.
"What?" Man In Blue asked.
"This is supposed to be a story about Thomas the Tank Engine, and this nonsense is getting way out of hand! I'M BANISHING ALL OF YOU TO CHARACTER PURGATORY!!!" The Writer said, as to the horror of everyone, they began phasing out of existence; every single character that wasn't Thomas and Friends suddenly began disappearing.
"Hey! You can't do this! We had plans!" Frank said from the writers' box.
"Screw you! You of all people started this and quite frankly this monster has become unbearable! I'm going back to my roots, AND YOU ARE JOINING THEM!" The writer boomed.
Toz, TGC, Tug and Eyes, suddenly watched in horror as Frank disappeared into character purgatory, then one by one, they began to disappear themselves, starting with Eyes.
And all over the Stadium, and throughout the 3WSR world, every single writer-created character began disappearing into character purgatory as well, the Writer's fury all too apparent.
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 30, 2017 22:33:25 GMT -5
"STOP!"
A voice called from the abyss. It was...
Diesel 10.
"What are you doing?" He yelled.
"We have to go back to our roots!" The Writer snapped.
"Bro, listen. If we go back to our roots, I'll be an unambiguously evil holy terror. And I'll lose my brothers."
"I can't believe Toz of all people is using the numbered diesels!" Someone yelled.
"Yes, we've lost sight of our original goal. But in the end, is that so bad? We've created a story that is uniquely our own. One with creative characters, an engaging plot, and tons of humor. And it's not like the engines no longer matter. This isn't only a Thomas the tank engine story anymore, and that's fine. It's become something greater."
"But... but..."
Diesel 10 looked the writer straight in the eyes. "You shall not unmake reality."
Suddenly, the writer broke down sobbing.
"You're right... you're absolutely right."
He disappeared.
In an instant, all the characters returned to their rightful homes. It was as if the tournament had never happened. Except of course it did. They had the scars- Fark's hand, Nifsara's neck.
Life returned to normal.
The Writer has not been seen in some time. He is presumed safe, to return when the time is right. In the meantime, the other writers have taken up his task: to tell the best dang story they can, Thomas or no.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Jul 30, 2017 22:42:43 GMT -5
Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please.
This is an Intermediate Post. I was intending to wrap up thread II right now and begin the third one, but apparently both Toz and Tug have posts to post first. Please feel free to disregard this post at your discretion, and focus on their posts instead. The ending will be posted after theirs.
Thank you.
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 30, 2017 22:47:43 GMT -5
The ship was mostly empty. As it should be. It was transporting only a handful of low-security prisoners, after all. Honrybadger, the Mole King, the Mole Interpreter, the Mole Genius, the Mole Redshirts, and Shilliew were fully subjugated by the Bronze Mage. Knux, Krux, Lux, and Loki, the robots, were simply turned off. In fact, the only guards they had were Doctor Laser, Kniitwiit, The Salamander, a Hivemind body, and a few Duplicators.
"Check it! My lasers do actual damage now!" Doctor Laser said cheerfully, zapping the moonlit ocean.
"Dang! Nice!" Kniitwiit said with a grin.
"This mission is miserable. When are we going to get to Elbaf?" The Salamander grumbled.
"All in good time." Kniitwiit said cheerfully. "Right, Hivemind?"
"..."
"Holy sh*t! He's been stabbed!"
Indeed, Hivemind had been stabbed through the back.
"Couldn't even jump to a Duplicator." Kniitwiit sighed.
"What happened? Someone has to know!" The Salamander exclaimed.
"Who? Our backs were turned." Kniitwiit pointed out.
"Wait! This is a Thomas The Tank Engine Fanfiction!" Dr Laser exclaimed.
"Wait, it still is?" Kniitwiit asked.
"Larry! Did anyone board?"
"Shiver my starboard! Not that I saw!" Larry the boat replied.
"Then who did this?" The Salamander exclaimed in shock.
"I did." Said Mizette Shade.
Whirling around, the trio saw Mizette Shade, Zul Shadowmend, and Thomas Gold on the bow of the deck.
"Don't be alarmed." Mizette said calmly. "We only want the AVA. We won't hurt you unless you try to resist."
"Like hell I'm going to just stand here after you murdered a man!" The Salamander exclaimed, summoning flames on his body. "I will make you all suff-"
Thomas Gold pulled out a pistol and shot The Salamander through the heart.
The Salamander collapsed to the ground, lamenting that it was just his luck he'd be killed off in his first appearance in, like, forever.
"Ah well..." he muttered with his dying breath, "Inferno and Firebird made my powers redundant anyway."
Everything seemed to happen at once. Dr Laser shot his lasers at Thomas Gold, getting him in the left side of the face. Kniitwiit knitted a sword and engaged Mizette in a duel.
Zul Shadowmend pulled the AVA to him by their shadows and vanished.
Dr Laser ran to Kniitwiit's side to help him.
Zul remanifested.
Zul grabbed Dr Laser's shadow and pulled it in half.
Dr Laser gasped as he was yanked apart by some unknown force. His chest hit the ground a few feet from his stomach and legs.
In seconds, Mizette's sword was at Kniitwiit's throat.
"I'm going to let you live." Mizette said calmly. "Tell the Bronze Mage what happened, and that your friends died fighting for the Horned One. And also tell him this. Tell him that was just a taste. Cross us again, and the repercussions will be far worse."
And just like that, the GOD members vanished, leaving Kniitwiit alone on the ship.
"Well, wank my wheelhouse, we're f*cked as a ferry!"
"Go to hell, Larry."
******
Thomas Gold awoke in the Hรถfuรฐstรถรฐvar Prime hospital. Marcia Quinn tended to his wounds, while Michelle Quinn stood nearby. In another corner, Dagronar gawked at an X-ray machine.
"What happened?"
"Laser to the left half of your face. Got a whole bunch of nasty scars and the left eye is gone. On the plus side, you look pretty badass now." Marcia quipped.
"Oh god..." Thomas Gold gasped. "Why did I do this? How did I get here?"
"How did a comically dumb sidekick become a dark and edgy warrior? You know, I've been wondering the same thing."
Labyrinth Christianti strode in. She was flanked by four orc guards.
"Orders from Abaddon. I need to take Gold to AHE. Mage Quinn, you're with me."
Suddenly, Labyrinth, Quinn, and Thomas Gold were teleported to a hallway miles away. A door was next to them. A placard was on the door, reading:
"Microcreature Containment. Secure Shakras Only."
Labyrinth addressed the door. "Skinshifter with Michelle Quinn and verified guest, Thomas Gold."
There was a pause, and then the door opened.
"This place is top secret. Only a handful of people know what's in here."
"What is in here?"
"Some valuable metatreasures and secret rooms we can't let Fark get into."
"Fark?" Thomas Gold said, surprised. "But he's like, the boss!"
"Please." Labyrinth snorted. "We make it look like that so that assassins come after him and not the real power. Only the council itself and a few trusted souls know that he's got little to no actual power in terms of administration."
"But, if he's not the boss, who is?"
"Abaddon."
"Besides him."
"The Vanguard."
"Who's the Vanguard? I don't know that codename."
"It used to be Salfraslatar's codename when he was still one of us. Nowadays the organization retains his name so that vanguard personnel can discuss vanguard activities without arousing suspicion."
"Wait, so the GOD is a front for a different faction called the Vanguard?"
"Hell no." Labyrinth laughed. "The GOD, Abbadon, phasic crystals... all real. But the real administrative power is the vanguard. We're like a ruling council over the ruling council, only the ruling council doesn't know about us."
"But... why are you telling me this?"
"Because... how do I say this... are you aware of the fourth wall?"
"Yeah. I know about the writers and crap. Why?"
Quinn sighed. "The writers. Pitiful false gods. They sit in their palace of clouds and do nothing."
Thomas Gold spared a glance at the younger Quinn sister. Before he'd joined GOD, she was just Harley Quinn Millie, although he'd always gotten the impression HQM kept a weirdly close eye on him. Then she'd vanished to become a VEC deep cover agent, then returned to induct him into VEC. Thomas didn't know if Michelle Quinn was a friend or a stranger. Now it became clear.
"Quinn was preparing me to join the Vanguard."
"Of course. We've been monitoring you and another for some time now. You fulfill most of the key elements of the... wait, I'll start from the beginning. You know the Tale of Tail, right?"
"No. Is it furry porn?"
"What did Tug say about sexual puns?"
"How should I know?"
Labyrinth sighed. "Anyway, the Tale of Tail is a 3977 stanza epic poem about a being named Silvestron. Silvestron is said to have the following traits:
*Of Sudric Colorman blood, but not themself a color man *Turned into a locomotive at some point *Falls in love with a female with a thicc ass who is detached initially. His quest to tap that ass is where the name comes from.1 *Has a "street name" associated with a "metal of medals".
"Silvestron goes on to kill the Horned One and become the most powerful Mage to ever live. The most likely candidate is subject Percy Silver, assuming Woman In Orange's ass is indeed thicc af. I'm not going to directly state who the second candidate is, rather I'm going to say it's an established character who fits the clues and it might be super obvious but it might just blow your mind. The third candidate, of course, is you. I want to stack the deck so that you become Silvestron and you're on our side."
Thomas Gold was understandably outraged.
"You just ruined the Tale of Tail joke forever!"
"Wait until you find out what the gift of carrot is." Labyrinth teased.
"Okay, this is all too meta and expositiony for me." Thomas Gold whined.
"I haven't even told you who is and isn't in the Vanguard yet!"
"I don't care. I need to sit down." Thomas Gold reached for a door labeled "3977- Metarecursive Temporal Narrative Anomaly Storage".
"DON'T GO IN THERE! I DIDN'T PREPARE YOU! THE WRITERS CAN'T KNOW!"
*****
Gur ebbz jnf cynvayl sheavfurq. N pbhcyr fbsnf naq raq gnoyrf, naq n srj obbxpnfrf. Gur obbxf unq gvgyrf yvxr "Rirelbar Vf Ba N Zrqvriny Wbhearl", "Yvgrenel Zbfnvp K: Gur Gnoyrf Ghea", naq "Puebavpyrf Bs Ryons, Obbx 1: Tvnagf".
Ohg gur zbfg vzcbegnag guvat va gur ebbz jrer gur sbhe obbxf va tynff pnfrf ba gur onpx jnyy.
Gur svefg obbx jnf yvggyr zber guna svir furrgf bs cncre. Gur frpbaq, nobhg svsgl cntrf. Gur guveq, zber guna gjvpr gung fvmr, naq gur sbhegu, rira ovttre. Na rzcgl svsgu pnfr fgbbq arneol. Gubznf Tbyq pbhyq thrff jung gung jnf sbe.
Gur sbhegu obbx jnf bcra, naq jbeqf jrer pbafgnagyl orvat nqqrq gb vg.
"Guvf... guvf vf vaperqvoyr!"
"Vg'f nyfb irel qnatrebhf."
Gubznf Tbyq juveyrq nebhaq gb svaq gung Dhvaa unq sbyybjrq uvz va.
"Bayl Tenyvxbj pna ernq gur obbx nf vg'f hcqngvat jvgubhg tbvat vafnar. Naq gur jevgref jbhyq syvc gurve fuvg vs gurl xarj nobhg obbx gjb. Rira gurl qba'g unir gung."
"Ohg guvf... guvf vf vafnar!"
"Juvpu vf jul jr zhfg yrnir orsber gur jevgref svther bhg gur pvcure. Yrg'f tb!"
*****
"Oh thank god." Labyrinth sighed in relief. "I got a substation cipher up. That should hold them."
"Hold who?"
"The writers."
"But... you can't keep secrets from the writers!"
"We can now. Trust me. If they decode the cipher and find out what's in that room, our cause is doomed. This makes the twist about the three possible Silvestrons seem pathetic in comparison."
"But this is a horribly unsatisfying post! So many questions and convolutions!"
"Tough sh*t." Labyrinth sneered. "Now, Thomas Gold. You do know why I had you rescue Honeybadger, right?"
"No..."
"He trained Percy Silver. So I'm going to have him train you too. You will be Silvestron. The alternative is loosing."
"But... what was the ciphered section? How do you decode it? Was the Tale of Tail an innuendo the whole time? Are Dr Laser and The Salamander really dead? Is-"
"Classified, someone will crack it eventually, apparently so, yes. Now, no more questions."
******
"Oh yes. Oh yes."
*pacing*
"You shouldn't have possessed me with the same goddamn spell you possessed Woman In Pink. Goggles counteract that."
*a cackle*
"I now have complete access to your innermost thoughts. You will die. I will kill you and take my rightful place at the Horned One's side. The GOD trusts me. They are fools. I will bring terror upon your world, Elegabalus. I will destroy Elbaf. Raze it. Kill everyone you love. And then, Bronze Mage? I'll... sweeten the deal.
*honey drips onto the floor as the figure walks away*
*the figure trips*
"Who left a copy of the directors cut of TATMRR lying about? Imma disintegrate this trash!"
1This is meant to be entirely ironic. Toz76 and 3WSR studios would like to remind you that in real life, this type of thing is probably sexual harrassment in real life, and you should fall in love based on personality rather than posterior. Complaints can be shoved up your own thicc ass.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Aug 1, 2017 8:16:19 GMT -5
And so, the writers took over from The Writer. Well, sort of...
"Hello? Hello?" Frank said nervously, still trapped in character purgatory.
"Frank? Is that you Frank?" A vioice said.
"Oh, hi Jenkins" Frank replied.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Aug 5, 2017 23:48:48 GMT -5
"2 Minutes to Midnight"
AKA: What The Rest Of Us Were Thinking While We Waited For Tug To Post
Post again or tell us to We don't need a reason The Next Post is always lost And always out of season Sleepless eyes burn inside This shell of post evasion Here's my thread for a barrel of dread For the love of a damn post
The poster's breed or the Writer's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Off to post again, yet we can't again Don't you pray for my soul anymore
2 minutes to midnight, We wait with baited breath 2 minutes to midnight, Tug, just make a goddamn post!
The men all shout "Let the posts go out We'll show the unbelievers." But we all know they're never coming For his not online again... yeah! As the reasons for the postage make us all contemplate our nights We oil the jaws of the post machine and feed it with our minds.
The poster's breed or the Writer's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Off to post again, yet we can't again Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight, We wait with baited breath. 2 minutes to midnight, Tug, just make a goddamn post!
So the tournament's done, we can go on, with our posting once more Off to end the second game before years become four score Yet what is that I hear now, one more poster must go 'Fore I end this damn thread, Tug make the goddamn post!
The poster's breed or the Writer's seed, The glamour, the fortune, the pain, Off to post again, yet we can't again Don't you pray for my soul anymore.
2 minutes to midnight, We wait with baited breath. 2 minutes to midnight, TUG JUST MAKE A GODDAMN POOOOOOOST!!
Midnight Midnight Midnight It's all night
Midnight Midnight Midnight It's all night
Midnight... ALL NIGHT
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Post by Tug on Aug 7, 2017 21:12:50 GMT -5
As the Tournament of Marvel came to a close (This takes place right before Toz's last post), three tiered podiums stood with Bronze Mage on the highest, center one with a gold medal, Fark on the mid-tier one with a silver medal, hiding his stone hand in his pocket, and the Man in Silver and Man in Brown propping the still unconscious Man in Steel Weekend at Bernie's style so he could receive the Bronze Medal, Heh... (Suleiman was automatically given 4th Place for forfeiting, and Steel was given 3rd for actually putting up a fight...) "Ladies, Gentlemen, Genderqueers, and everything in between! I congratulate our fighters, well most of them anyway, for their spectacular showcase of abilities to wrap things up yet again! The next time we do one of these, I'll tell you, it won't be the same... But I'm getting ahead of myself, anyway, for all our remaining fighters, I have a consolation prize for your participation, an all expenses paid trip, have fun and do try to get arrested, I can't wait to watch!" laughed MM "Wait, what did he just sa..." was all Man in Blue could get out because as soon as Marvelous snapped his fingers, everyone was teleported out of the Coliseum, send back to their original locations, with the exception of the remaining Tournament Contestants who were... "PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR POSTERIOR REGION! YOU ARE UNDER ARREST BY THE INTERGALACTIC FEDERATION ARMADA BY THE ORDERS OF GALACTIC HIGH COUNCIL! THE MEMBER SPECIES THE GALANFRAXVIS FIND YOUR PLANET GUILTY ON GROWING THE ILLEGAL GALACTIC SUBSTANCE. TREE, AND IT'S CONTENTS KNOWN AS "WOOD" ON A PLANETARY SCALE! IF YOU WISH TO AVOID IMMEDIATE INCINERATION, YOU WILL DO AS INSTRUCTED!" The 39 Tournament contenders found themselves in a room completely surrounded by Green and Blue humanoid figures, both men and women(?) that ranged from two arms to four and sizes of 4ft nothing to 20ft nothing, all wielding galactic-issued laser rifles, cannons, swords, and spears, with laser cuffs and laser nets at the ready... (In space, they can't hear you scream but they do love their plasma weaponry...) The Man in Blue, Bronze Mage, Raios, and Fark all uttered out the same three words... "Oh... crap... MARVELOUS!!!!!" (And I'm done, just give me one of the first posts in Game III, and finally, after a year of waiting, we can finally get the Space Arc going! I hope you guys are as excited as I am!!! )
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Aug 7, 2017 21:31:35 GMT -5
"What?! No!!! I beg you!! Writer!! Don't send us to space!! Once we go to space it's all downhill from here!" Man in Blue screamed
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In the writers room, Frank stopped. "Oh my God, he's completely right! If we go to space, then that means we're running out of ideas! We're... we're..."
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Fark was driving a motor boat as Man In Blue and Bronze Mage Water Skiied behind him. Suddenly, they came to a ramp and proceeded to jump over a swimming shark. Then they sped off.
"Wait, how did this happen?" Bronze Mage asked.
"No idea; but we always do these bits because you and I are basically the mascots of this forum!" Man in blue explained
"True" Bronze Mage agreed.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Aug 7, 2017 22:07:47 GMT -5
Well, the second game thread has come to an end, and now it looks like our heroes are caught somewhere in time - space, I mean. Isn't that exciting? We're going to f*cking space! How cool is that?! My big question is - how on earth did all of this end up in a Thomas game? I guess we'll never know... SPEAKING OF THOMAS (One week earlier) Thomas was puffing down the line. It was a beautiful day. The sun shone, the birds sang, the trees were green, it was going to be a good day. But at the Docks, things were not well. "What's a fleet of ships doing making their way to Sodor?" asked Cranky, confused. The fleet arrived all too soon. Warriors and fighters and living war machines poured out onto the Docks. "ATTENTION! THIS IS THE WAR ENSEMBLE! WE'RE TAKING THIS PLACE OVER NOW!!" TO BE CONTINUED WHENEVER THE SPACE ARC ENDS
SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY....
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