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Post by Tug on Sept 16, 2017 23:03:23 GMT -5
Finishing his job on the former Galanfraxvis Warden, and was surrounded...
"Hmm... You fools are out of your league..." scoffed Magellan as many four armed green and blue guards with electrified gauntlets surrounded him...
.....
Vados and BT found 20 8 foot, four armed men covered in purple poison and dead, with a prison guard uniformed man sitting on top of them smoking a cigarette...
"Miss Vados, what took you so long?"
.....
We here at 3WSR do not condone smoking, so drop the habit and pick up gum instead you squares!
..... All the ship's tumbled out of the portal, and were shot out so close to this mysteriously crater filled planet and was dragged ot the surface by it's strong gravitational pull...
"WE'RE GONNA CRASH!" shouted literally everyone
All the ships crashed right on the planet in a giant explosion, and out of sheer convenience via plot armor, all the named characters, future named characters, and a couple hundred mooks were spared from the impact, though all the spaceships were destroyed...
Now trapped on an unknown planet, without a way to get home, crawling with enemies known and unknown alike, what will our heroes, and villains depending who you ask, do?
Anywho...
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Post by Toz76 on Sept 16, 2017 23:08:26 GMT -5
Man In Blue was one of the first to stir. Standing up, he surveyed the area.
The ship had crashed on the side of a hill. The unconscious forms of various aliens and humans lay scattered on the slope.
The slope itself was a plain gray rock. As was most of the surrounding landscape. The rock was somehow unmarred by craters, and was simply a flat gray surface. Here and there, vegetation crept through cracks in the rocks, and a shallow river, no more than a couple feet deep and about six feet across, snaked its way past. In the distance, a lava flow slowly dribbled out of a volcano.
Man In Blue walked to the top of the hill, making sure to "accidentally" step on Fark's flesh hand on the way up.
This side was very similar to the other side, however there was one big difference: a pair of buildings, no more than six feet high, were positioned by the river, which had been partially rerouted to create a hydroponic garden.
Suddenly, out of the house emerged two Presuisoltians, one male and one female. The tiny aliens saw Man In Blue and pulled out tiny laser pistols with cute little disintegrate settings.
"I don't think it's a threat." The male said. "It's Presuisoltianoid."
"I come in peace." Man In Blue said, scurrying down the slope towards them.
"It speaks Totufreytgian." The female observed.
"Um, this is English."
"Huh, weird."
"So, me and my friends are stranded here. We need your aid." Man In Blue said.
"Are they all as big as you?" The female snarked.
"Roughly."
"Eh, you're smaller than the galactic average. We can accommodate you in a cave or something."
"I'm Man In Blue." Man In Blue said redundantly.
"I am Alexakebert, and this is Stephentrelboc." The female said. "We are all that remains of a once-proud race called the Presuisoltians."
"Actually... there are about 3400 living on my planet, and their number grows every day."
"There are still Presuisoltians living! Then there is hope for our redemption!" Stephentrelboc exclaimed. "Come, I have some gifts for them."
Stephentrelboc dragged out a large sack. "Here are some seeds. Jiminmy, Commerson, Coxswain... plus enough Dandride to built a new Base Dercudigi."
"We also have some cryogenically frozen livestock." Alexakebert continued. "We've got six breeding pairs of Amoria, Dervish, Whorebitchian Pissass-"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Whorebitchian Pissass. It's a large creature with four legs, a long, whiplike tail, and fearsome claws. It also makes a good steak."
Man In Blue held up the cryo-canister. "That's a cat."
"No, it's a Whorebitchian Pissass. Cats are an old wives tale."
"Whatever." Man In Blue sighed. "So will you help us?"
Stephentrelboc and Alexakebert whispered amongst themselves.
"I'm afraid we have something that must be done before we can help you. Your species' long legs and short heads make you ideal for the task." Alexakebert said.
"What is it?"
"We need to reconstruct a device called the "Sphere". It is a large sphere the size of a man, all red, with great power. It was split into nine pieces, which were scattered in a thirty-deriunk radius around here. We have recovered four, but the other five pieces are in more dangerous places. We need your help to rebuild it."
"I suppose we can do that." Man In Blue said. "Finding the pieces for large artifacts of vague power is a fairly common trope around here. Do you know where the pieces are?"
"One is on the slopes of the volcano. One is buried in the snow on a mountain in the south. Two are somewhere in the tunnels of the Purple Worm, which burrows here. And the fifth is in that deep pit of despair right there."
A circular hole, a few feet in diameter, was on the other side of the river. Man In Blue looked in and saw a red object, about the size of his phone, lying on the floor of the cave.
"Guys, this thing is like twenty feet tops. I can just climb down and grab it." Man In Blue found some handholds, went into the hole, grabbed the sphere piece, and returned.
"Well... it's dangerous when you're short." Stephentrelboc stuttered.
"One down, four to go. Easy." Man In Blue thought to himself.
He was so wrong.
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Post by Tug on Sept 16, 2017 23:21:29 GMT -5
Meanwhile, everybody else was getting up from the wreckage...
"Damn, that hurt worse than that time Bronze shot me off into the Atlantic Ocean, took forever to get back to Sodor... Plus solid water hurts worse than Vivian's..." before BA could finish his girlfriend(?) maybe wife but definitely baby momma smacked him across the face...
"Ow!"
"Don't finish that sentence if you want to see Alphonse again..."
"Sorry dear..."
"Well while you idiots do whatever my forces and I will be departing for now and we still have people missing, so we will meet back up with you later... Servants of Metalicana, with me!" shouted Raios as he led Shalltear, Stein, Yao, Sterben, Dolor, Tartaros, Hecate, Doruk and Aremur to go do 'SOM things'...
"Well the alliance is splitting up, which is probably not a good thing..." quipped Man in Steel
Meanwhile...
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Post by Toz76 on Sept 16, 2017 23:38:39 GMT -5
The GOD was regrouping.
"So, we've got myself, Labyrinth, Gnash, Zul, Zima, Nifsara, Jude, Ellena, Gralikow, and Maleficent." Fark observed.
"I've already manipulated fate so we will return to earth in a few days." Jude confirmed.
"How are we breathing?" Labyrinth asked. "This planet doesn't look like it has a very thick atmosphere."
"There's a very strong forcefield around it." Fark observed.
Ellena turned to Nifsara and Zima. Both had been killed during the Tournament, and had barely spoken since.
"Nifsara? Zima? Are you alright?"
"We were never meant to return." Nifsara whispered.
"Return?"
"To the real world." Zima croaked.
"Huh?"
"40 years ago, a building owned by the 3rd Wave Sussex Realtors exploded. The employees, the inhabitants of both churches on each side of it, and a bus full of people were all killed." Nifsara muttered.
"What?"
"A year ago, they found an old man wandering the remains of the exploded building. He called himself "Man In Egyptian Blue". DNA analysis revealed he was one of the workers in the building that exploded all those years ago." Zima moaned.
"Huh?"
"It is all a facade..." Nifsara screeched suddenly before collapsing.
"Okay, what the hell?"
Meanwhile, Gnash and Zul had wandered a little ways away and were investigating a deep pit.
"It's no more than 4 feet in diameter, but it is at least 200 feet deep." Zul intoned.
"I do not trust it." Gnash Aimes said, in a very Worf-like voice. "We should steer clear."
Suddenly, a massive purple creature, like an armored snake, emerged from the hole, snatched the duo in its jaws, and sunk back into the caves.
Zul leapt out of the mouth and stood on the creature's face, eventually landing on the floor of what he now realized was a massive network of tunnels for this creature. Gnash, meanwhile, was swallowed, but survived and began a reverse Lemmiwinks through the creature's digestive tract.
The other GOD members were freaking out.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 17, 2017 1:03:52 GMT -5
Meanwhile back on Sodor, the PIC were coming up with plans to defeat the War Ensemble and acquire fame, power, and glory. Elsewhere, the Sudrian government was trying to keep up with all the sh*t.
It was around this time that the PIC realized that working together with the Sudrian government were their best bet, and it was also around that time that the Sudrian government sh*t themselves when a pirate fleet showed up at their front door.
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Post by Toz76 on Sept 22, 2017 0:44:55 GMT -5
The alien ship, 10-15 minutes before the crash:
Vados glared at Magellan. "What were you thinking wandering off like that, Vice Warden Hannibal?" She snapped, emphasizing his demotion.
"Geez, sorry." Magellan muttered. "Bitch."
Vados ignored his insubordination and turned to BT. "So, can we stop the ship from crashing?"
"No, but I think we can escape to a habitable planet without magic using nuon entanglement." BT added. "There, we can regroup, get the cuffs off, and rescue the others."
"Nuon entanglement? Aren't nuons like, evolved electrons or something?" Vados asked.
"It's just technobabble, Vados. Jeez."
BT closed his eyes and concentrated.
When he opened them, the trio was in paradise.
The planet they had been teleported too was relatively young, and this forest was large, cool, and undisturbed. Thick green leaves created a canopy over the forest, while fleshy purple fruits the size of watermelons hung from the branches above. The ground was covered with pale blue flowers, and the soil was a rich brown color. Red tendrils of some vine snaked around the tree trunks, marvelously thorn-free.
"Huh. The biology here is surprisingly similar to Earth. Those even look like bellflowers." BT observed.
"Wait, are bellflowers canon? Even TATMRR fans think that was a dumb concept." Vados asked.
"I feel like they've been referenced before, yeah."
"Hey, there's a village here!" Magellan stage-whispered.
The two crept over and hid behind a blue-leaved shrub. Peering through, they saw a small village by a river. There were about a dozen small wooden huts, and several tents made from the hide of some unseen animal with red-and-blue zebra stripes. At the center of the village was a large roofed pavillion, and there were some rudimentary docks by the river, as well as a plank bridge to the other side, where a small field of crops was growing.
The city itself was inhabited by a bizarre group of creatures. Ranging from 4-5 feet tall, they were roughly humanoid, except for the four arms with seven fingers to a hand, hooved feet, and horns on the top of their heads. Their eyes were large and trusting, and their bodies covered in a thin coat of light brown fir. They wore no clothes, save for dyed pelts worn over the shoulders to denote rank and primitive necklaces. From this, it was immediately clear to the observers that the species had five sexes, each of which did a different task around the village- farming, fishing, hunting, building, and child-rearing. The leader of each sex wore a purple pelt and formed a sort of council, which was currently in the pavillion performing some religious ritual.
"Should we go talk to them?" BT asked.
"Not yet. I want to learn the language first. That's something I can do, by the way. Totally not for plot convenience." Vados said.
"Hey guys, my poisons don't harm this planet's biology." Magellan said.
"No one cares!" BT snapped.
"Alright, jeez. I'm gonna go scavenge in the forest until your arc here is over." Magellan snapped, slinking off into the forest.
"Holy sh*t, is that a Cubii?" Vados said suddenly.
"I don't- oh jesus."
Two Cubii had walked into the village. The deer-people treated them with reverence, watching them in awe and talking among themselves.
"I think that one is Xex, but I don't recognize the other one." BT whispered.
"Good thing I already used my gift of tongues to gain a decent grasp of Cubii." Vados expositioned. "I'll listen."
***
"... a bit unconventional?"
"Well, yes, but we figured we'd experiment. Rather than try to force the beasts onto established stage 6 societies, we came to a planet where the societies were all stage 2 or 3. They embraced the "Two-Armed One" immediately. And thankfully this planet only has one major landmass, so all the tribes will eventually meet, with the same religion, and global culture will develop 1000 orbits ahead of schedule. Couple that with the tech we're prematurely introducing them, and this planet will be ready for ascension in 3000 orbits, tops."
"I wish we had your foresight, Trellio. My crew went to a planet at stage 6. It's been nearly 1000 orbits and we're still at stage 9 and that's a recent development too. We'll probably have to accelerate things if we want to get to stage 12."
"Well, no one is perfect. What are the ones on your planet like?
"Lame. Pink, fleshy, no natural defense, only two arms, only two sexes, and a 9.8 on the Greed Scale."
"Carplox! The Forarmans here are a 3.7 tops. I had no idea you had it so bad, Xex."
"Its not all bad. Humans are charming, despite their quirks. I might keep a few as pets."
"Speaking of pets, are we really going to- you know..."
"You know it. I've wanted this for so long."
"I can't wait to vargle your terryflaps with my tendril..."
*****
Vados winced.
"What did they say?" BT asked.
"Lots of stuff, mostly bashing humans and talking about Cubii sex. But I did learn something interesting. There's a Great Horned Beast on this planet, and apparently the Cubii are controlling both it and the one back home."
"But why?"
"Who knows? All I know is that these Forarmans need our help. As soon as the Cubii leave, we're going to need to get into that town and get their attention."
"What do we do until then?" BT asked.
"How about a montage where we try to remove these handcuffs in a variety of hilarious ways while simultaneously falling in love?" Vados asked.
"I'm game if you are."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 22, 2017 0:53:12 GMT -5
"Sure; I mean, there was supposed to be this awesome fight scene where we do something similar, but since tug's busy something like this is more up Frank's street" BT pointed out.
"Ok, let's get started" Vados said as they began thinking, while background music began to play.
"Can you feel the love tonight..."
"No, I don't think we can afford litigation from Disney. How about something else?" BT asked
(Yakety Sax starts playing)
"Ah, more appropriate"
(Cut to: Vados and BT are covering their arms in butter and cooking oil, but Vadodara slips, causing the oil to splash over both of them; they have trouble standing up)
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Post by Toz76 on Sept 22, 2017 2:40:19 GMT -5
"Goddamn it Vadodara!" Vados snapped.
"Vadodara?" BT asked.
"Er, so, I kind of got lonely in my pocket dimension and made Astral projections based on the Freudian theory of Id, Ego, and Superego. Vadodara is my Id."
"Freud is full of crap." Vadodara muttered. "And where did we find oil on this planet, let alone butter?"
"You know... I made Freudian Astral projections too." BT commented in a low voice.
"Really?" Vados said in a sultry tone. "That's hot."
As they leaned into kiss, six Astral projections leapt forward to pull them apart.
*******
"TOZ!"
"I'm not Toz, I'm- oh, wait, I am Toz right now. What's up, Frank?"
"Vadodara was a typo and you know it." Frank said.
"Yeah, but I couldn't resist. So sue me."
"Okay! I will!"
After an intense legal battle that went all the way to the supreme court, DeRico v Zeno was settled in a 9-0 ruling, in favor of Frank. In his opinion, Justice Neil Gorsuch noted: "Technically Toz had the stronger case, but I don't vote for no gays." Toz was ordered to pay 500000 in damages and an additional 30000 in legal fees, but fled to Brazil and successfully claimed political asylum. How will this story unfold? Find out in "It Came From The Game Board", premiering August 34th.
"Toz! Go to sleep. You're clearly too tired to write coherently." Tug snapped.
"You go to sleep! Tostitos!" Toz replied, inhaling a mattress with his bare cupboard.
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Post by Tug on Sept 23, 2017 16:57:52 GMT -5
Anyway, back around the time when the ToM participants first disappeared, Redfox had a few questions for his father figure...
"My lord, this may seem disrespectful, but I have a few questions to ask you..." asked Redfox sternly
"Yes my son, what is worrying you so?" replied Metalicana
"I have questions regarding the girl, the demon, and the secrets you hold..." responded Redfox
"I knew this day would come, like I said before, the girl standing before you is apart of my 'actual' flesh and blood, she is a one of a kind dragon... Her name is Zemlya. Introduce yourself young one..."
"Hello brother, I'm your younger sister Zemlya, it is an honor to meet someone whose mastery of Darkness is second only to father's..." bowed Zemlya
"Stop with the pleasantries, we're siblings, no need for that useless crap..." groaned Redfox
"Oh I know, I was just doing as Vados asked me too, she is right, you are easy to tick off" laughed Zemlya
"That woman! If she were here I'd show her!" growled Redfox
"Watch your tongue boy! If she were here you would already be begging for my mercy to have her stop pounding you into the floor! Now do as I have asked like the loyal son you are!" yelled Metalicana as his claw slammed into the castle floor...
"Forgive me for my foolishness Father... It was... Out of turn..." said Redfox as he bowed in defeat
"Good, now let me finish what you asked me about so we can get started... Since you said demon I can only assume you're referring to 'that one' since you're such good friends with Tartaros... The one known as 'Iblis', the Demonic Emperor is still very alive... The method used to entrap him in our 'Betrayer' was never meant to be used with the Spring Water from Yao, allowing Iblis to escape Death all this time. He is an entity greatly underestimated in this current age, and the only ones to prepare for him is us, though the day he comes is not one we should hope for. I was watching that tournament and saw his return, which is why I called you back here immediately. And as for secrets, well, I am not a fool as to reveal all my plans as of now, especially after figuring out who's the Colorman anchor..." replied Metalicana
"The Curse of the Anchor? I thought that disappeared after the Philos Incident? No Colormen has been showcasing any of the evil tenacities that come with it..." questioned Redfox
"There is one actually, and it's quite clear if you think about it hard enough, though I have a few plans I need to finish before I can use him... One of those involves Zemlya. Now, Redfox, as I called you here, I need you to teach Zemlya how to use her powers, like I taught you and you taught the Dragonborns. Her mother already took care of the other half of her powers, and today is the beginning of her use of the Darkness naturally born inside of her. I would teach her myself, but I still have a few questions regarding her biology before I showcase her the natural power of the Darkness Dragons..." responded Metalicana
"By sheer guess I can only assume the mother is our Lady, Queen of the Frost Dragons, did she finally win your heart?" mocked Redfox
"Quiet Boy!" shouted Metalicana as he slammed his claw into Redfox and sent him flying into a wall, Zemlya laughed at the whole charade, "She is a powerful woman and I decided she would suffice in making the ultimate weapon for me to use, if you have a problem with it, go take it up to her, your stepmother. Besides, she's been my wife for the entire time you've been away being 'independent' in the Demon Realm, now begin! I want to see how you handle being a leader! I won't be around forever and if you can't even handle one girl than you can't handle an entire organization! I might as well gift SOM to Raios at this rate..."
A fire had been lit under Redfox and now he was ready, the right trigger had been pulled...
"Alright Father, I'll handle this... Come on Sister, show me what you got!" yelled Redfox as he beckoned Zemlya
"Let's see if you can handle my best!"
"Let's see if you can handle MY worst!"
The two clashed as an infinite blackness devoured their forms...
"Good, it seems you two are doing fine, let me handle some personal business... Sebaastian, send for Lord Ainz, I wish to discuss some things with my advisor..."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 23, 2017 20:56:32 GMT -5
Meanwhile on Sodor...
Baldassarre Essex came forward to the Sudrian Government people.
"Who are you?" The Mayor asked.
"I am Baldasarre Essex and I am the leader of the Piracy International Coalition; and we want to help you defeat the war ensemble" Essex declared.
"And why should we trust you?" The Mayor asked.
"Because me and my crew are bada***es who can defeat pretty much anyone" Essex declared.
"Except for five really angry pirates that are completely annihilating your faction?" the mayor asked as he pointed towards the ships.
"Wait, what?" Essex asked. As he looked on in horror. His ships were exploding and sinking as his crew was being mercilessly slaughtered by a guy in a straw hat who was made of rubber, a samurai guy who fought with three swords; one in his mouth and one in each hand, a cyborg with ridiculously over-sized arms, a blond haired guy who relied on insanely powerful kicks, and and orange haired woman who seemed to be manipulating the weather.
"What the?! What is going on?!" Essex screamed.
Just then, the three sword guy appeared. "There's only one group of pirates that get to be badasses and that's us! KYTORYU NINE SWORD!!" He screamed as he seemed to grow more arms and attack Essex.
"Holy..." was all he could say before the sword guy started hacking away at him
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Post by Tug on Sept 23, 2017 23:31:45 GMT -5
Back on the Alien Planet, The High Galactic Council Judges Grumandi, the Galanfraxvis member, Ranvengis, the Defender member, and Jismandu, the Colventri member had organized their remaining forces and were currently speaking to High Commander Phereon...
"High Commander, we would like a status report..." ordered Grumandi as a piece of wreckage both caught on fire, fell over, and exploded behind him...
"Due to some illegal teleporting onto the Stockade, the prisoners were able to escape. They also seemed to be responsible for the sudden jump and descend onto this unknown planet. Besides the Earthlings, it seems whatever other prisoners were were transporting that weren't incinerated when the ships crashed into the planet have escaped as well. All the ships are damaged beyond repair, and it will take a while for our technicians to be able to get communications operational to send for the fleet to rescue us. We have barely 350 able bodied soldiers ready, and over 450 injured, including civil servants and other non-military personal..." reported Phereon
"Well then, what we should do?" asked Jismandu
"I have an idea, Anarki, Mokubret, and Yggsilma, you three our the Top Executioners of the Council, bring us the heads of the leaders of these Earthlings, and without chain of command, they will be easily subdued..." replied Ranvengis as the three figures appeared
"Who will our targets be then our magistrates?" asked Anarki snarily
"Your targets are the "Colorfolk leaders" Men in Blue, Steel, and Turquoise, the "Vile Evil Confederacy leaders" Bronze Mage, Blood Alchemist, and Cubii, the "Guild of Death leaders" Fark Devonshire and Labyrinth, and the "Servant of Metalicana leaders" Raios, Vados, and Aremur..." answered Grumandi
"As you wish..." responded Yggsilma as the three executioners disappeared to "take care of" their targets...
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Post by Toz76 on Sept 23, 2017 23:37:03 GMT -5
Meanwhile, on the Brendam coast, four citizens had been forced to become vigilante warriors, pursuing a War Ensemble robot as it bulldozed its way through the countryside.
"Stanley, Kylie, you flank the robot. Kenneth and I will distract it." Erica said.
"Right away." Kylie said
The four crept around to their positions. Erica and Kenneth jumped in front of the robot and blew raspberries at it. The robot fired its lasers as Stanley and Kylie went in for the kill.
"Erica! Kenneth! Are you okay?" Stanley asked as they ran past the conveniently weak robot.
"I'm fine, but..." Erica gestured at the smoldering pile of ash at the ground.
Stanley gasped. "Oh my god! They killed Kenny!"
"You bastards!" Kylie yelled.
Suddenly, a sentient turd bounced over. "Hi! I'm Mr Hankey! I'm going to show you a video of a sex change operation! It's actually a dog being neutered, but don't tell anyone!"
That's... all I have. Just that one pathetic reference. What have I come too? Is live even worth living anymore? When will people realize that crossing lines of acceptability does not make you an artistic genius?
BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH BITCH SHE'S A STUPID BITCH!
For real this time:
Gnash trekked through the Purple Worm's digestive tract. As he did, he found a bizarre red object humming with energy.
"I will hang on to this. It could be useful."
*******
Zul was exploring the caves he was trapped in when he found a bizarre red object humming with power.
"I'll save this thing for later."
*******
Man In Blue had gathered the others together to explain the situation.
"There's two fragments in the cave, one in the snow on that mountain, and one on the slopes of the volcano."
"And if we get these things, the Presuisoltians will help us get home?" Bronze Mage asked.
"Yes."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Man In Pink asked.
"Um, aren't the Presuisoltians... super small?" Vivian asked.
There was an awkward silence.
"I'm sure they'll figure something out." Man In Blue replied. "Let's just go!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 24, 2017 0:04:26 GMT -5
Well, with the War Ensemble arc basically stalling, the writer decided that the original plan would have to be set aside, and the Colorfolk would take action; they would not defeat the war ensemble in the final, climactic battle, but the War Ensemble would learn the hard way why the sworn protectors of Sodor were undefeated for centuries.
There, we met in the middle
......
The War Ensemble leadership was shocked by the news they were hearing; all over the island entire legions were being wiped out by patrols of "men and women in monochrome suits" that were making short work of their invasion force.
"The Colorfolk are far more powerful than we have realized! Have all forces regroup on the Eastern part of the island until we figure out how to deal with them! It is clear that we have underestimated this faction and must consider our moves more carefully" one of the leaders said before the order went out.
......
All over the island, the War Ensemble was shocked at the sheer power of the Colormen as they cast spells capable of taking down entire groups in a matter of minutes. Those that managed to retreat could only watch in horror when Colormen cast Level 4 spells that caused damage far greater than any attack they ever witnessed. The War Ensemble suffered a major setback as the survivors retreated to the Eastern part of the island.
......
"Frank! What the hell are you doing!! You're completely ruining my... wait, Frank's not here?" Eyes said, confused, when he came to the realization that Frank was not in the Writer's room.
......
In Character Purgatory, Frank was making himself comfortable in one of the bunk beds that happened to exist for the residents here, as a courtesy by the one who created Character Purgatory.
"I wonder when I will get out of here and be able to contribute to the story again... probably when there is actual interest in this sub plot" Frank realized.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 24, 2017 0:30:00 GMT -5
Since Frank wasn't there, the above post was written by.... the ANTIWRITER!!
The Writer double-dropped-kicked his ass and told him to scram.
In other news, however, yes, the Colorfolk not in space were planning to take on the War Ensemble.
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Post by Toz76 on Sept 24, 2017 2:01:49 GMT -5
Jeff Baker was once a lowly mechanic working for a Les Schwab in Sussex. That is, until he saw a flyer for a manufacturing job and went for an interview. 15 years later, he was one of the war ensemble's top mechanics. His job was to keep the refueling stations operational. He had only a vague idea what the War Ensemble actually did, but surely it was all aboveboard, right?
He never did get a chance to find out, because the colorfolk came and blew up the base he was in.
All around the island, the same story occured. The War Ensemble was smart, and the majority of its Sudrian personnel were fundamentally good, nice people who had no idea of the War Ensemble's true agenda. The colorfolk assumed they were evil, and acted accordingly, casting "Level 4 spells that caused damage far greater than any attack they ever witnessed".
Deep in the bowels of the great hall, the Prism Spirit sensed that the colorfolk were killing hundreds of good people, and reacted accordingly.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 24, 2017 2:08:42 GMT -5
Woah woah woah- in really sorry but I am not allowing this- I figured we were still talking about the war ensemble Eyes was talking about. But if you're going to go down this route, then I have to adjust as such
......
The writer decided that would not let that happen- something like that stood against everything the colorfolk stand for and thus he had to rethink this part of the story.
So, attention went to another part of the island while the writer straightened this out.
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 24, 2017 2:35:47 GMT -5
The writer eventually came to a decision
"I can't take it anymore; Franks attempt at creating meaningful social commentary resulted in an unwriteable monster. I know what to do with them"
This, the colorfolk were sent to character purgatory, the writer used his power to make people semi-forget then; they knew they existed, but they gave no thought to why they weren't around.
......
"I take full responsibility guys; it's my fault you're here" a broken Frank said as he sat on his bunk rather depressed as the others looked on.
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Post by Biblically Accurate Angel on Sept 24, 2017 4:08:08 GMT -5
So, this meant that the laws of motion, suspension, gravity, nuclear carbon drioxide, Mozambique, and methamphetamine were suddenly broken. AKA, this meant that there were only evil faction left on Sodor, Colormen suddenly disappeared from space, the War Ensemble had only the PIC to deal with, and basically, yeah, 3WSR was going to sh*t. But y'know what?
LET'S ROLL WITH THIS BABY.
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In a sleazy bar on the other side of town sat a lone figure. He took a sip of his whiskey. A man came up to him and whispered something into his ear. He stood up and walked out with him.
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Elsewhere, the PIC decided to challenge the War Ensemble once and for all. They had allied with the Sudrian government and decided it was time to start.
"Alright," said Essex. "You men get the weapons ready, man those cannons, collect the blunderbusses, we go to war!"
He went and rounded up his best fighters - Anthrax Slayer, Andrew Deathbringer, Kim, and Carmine Mass'cre. These four were the tops.
"You guys are going to be our main guns," he said. "We must fight the War Ensemble head to head, neck to neck, sword to sword, and you are the ones in charge. Each of you will take command of a unit, and I will be in charge of the fifth. I hold great faith in you guys. Let's not fail."
They all made a toast over a bottle of rum, and then went out to prepare.
All except Essex. He knew that the War Ensemble were made up of some of the finest, smartest, most creative battle warriors, leader, and planners. He'd met them once before on a scouting mission, and it had cost the life of his best friend, Nelson White. The first leader of the PIC was said to have been hit by a stray bullet, but Essex knew better. He had been killed in cold blood by the nastiest geniuses this side of South Africa. And he knew that he was not going to follow in his friend's footsteps. No, he was gonna win.
He entered the hull of his own ship. "It's time," he said. "Time to unveil the PIC's secret weapon."
A crackle. A snap. And then something came together out of the darkness. A being of energy, pure energy, became reality in front of his eyes.
Eyes. They weren't just his eyes watching in the darkness. The being had eyes. Many eyes. Looking at everything and everyone, able to find out just what one was doing at any time.
"Well, Eyes," said Essex. "I hope you're ready to kick some Romanian and such ass."
The being nodded.
"Good to hear," said Essex. "It's time to show the world the true backbone of the Piracy International Coalition. Show them the true might of 1,000 Eyes..."
The being chuckled in its own way, as Essex went back up to band the PIC together for battle.
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David "Diesel 11" D'Levin was lying in bed, tossing and turning. He and Walkins had just finished rescuing one of the Numbered Diesels, and they were staying in a motel for the night. Tomorrow would bring them back home to Sodor.
But he couldn't sleep. He felt strange. His body was cold. Funny. He was never usually this cold. Something inside him felt... different... strange...
Imagine that, he thought to himself. Even the richest guy on the planet is human.
He tumbled and turned, and finally decided to lie still on his back and gaze up at the ceiling. Maybe that would work. Maybe that would help. Maybe he could finally get some sleep. Maybe... OH GOD.............
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Seasons In The Abyss was writing at his desk in VEC HQ. He sighed. Everyone forgot about him. No one included him in their meetings. No one spoke with him. Sure, every now and then, but he really seemed an outcast among the VEC members.
He sighed. He didn't like being lonely, but those were feelings he had had to deal with for over almost two years now. Ever since he'd joined VEC, this was what he dealt with.
He sighed again. If only he were stronger, more equipped, better looking, more powerful. If only...
Suddenly an inner burst of strength seemed to shine within him. He felt power enter into his body. His eyes widened. He gasped for breath. Breath filled his lunges. He felt like he could do anything.
It was time to show the VEC what a real member of such an organization was.
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Diesel 11 woke up.
Everything seemed normal. He was in his shed, his brothers were sleeping next to him. Why then did he feel strange so suddenly?
And then he felt it. It was like a power, seeping into his soul, slicing through himself, intending to kill him. His eyes widened.
A piercing shriek rang out into the night...
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Frank sat on his bunk in Character Purgatory. He felt bad. What had he been doing to The Game? The Colorfolk were just... impossible to write for. He was bankrupt on new ideas. And any ideas he could have had were bad ones anyway, he thought. He banged his head against the wall and wished he hadn't been so stupid.
Suddenly, CP faded away. Instead, he found himself in a room, bound, hand and foot.
He wondered what was going on. Had he been released? Surely not to a place like this. Was this a dream? No, this felt real.
The door opened and a man walked in.
"Excuse me, sir, there's been some kind of-"
"SILENCE!!" bellowed the man. Frank was taken aback.
Another man entered the room, and then, who should walk in but...
"Eyes?! Oh my god, man, am I glad to see you!" Frank exclaimed, relieved. Eyes seemed to be someone of authority here; he'd get him out of this mess.
"Please tell the others that I really don't belong here," he said. "Man it's good to see you again."
But Eyes did nothing. He just stood there, looking at Frank. Then he smiled.
"Well, well, well," he said. "Frank. Broken out of CP, I presume?"
"It appears so."
"Good luck old chum. Of course, that'll help you very little here."
"...what do you mean?" Frank asked, confused.
Eyes smiled again. "Well, let me put it this way:
"Remember back when Diesel 10 first signed up on the wiki forums? A long, long time ago. He was a weird but friendly user. When 3WSR started back up, he was right in there with the others, playing along.
"Yet, often times, one had to shoot down what Diesel 10, now Diesel 11 posted in The Game. Just didn't really go along with it. 'Charlemagne Goes Riding'? Where the hell does that come from. Now, you knew that D11 was just a normal guy, but his posts needed a little extra moderation.
"What you didn't know was that this was all planned. From the beginning, everything he ever did had been planned out. It was all a hijacking opportunity. Remember the Diesel 10 Reign Arc? How every time someone wanted to continue the actual story he'd shoot it down with the dream bits? How he once attempted to end the world in The Game. Not just once actually. Numerous times.
"Remember how he never read through all the posts? How he posted the wrong things at wrong intervals? How he attempted to get the groups to switch alignments? All that crazy stuff? It was all planned.
"The plan was this: infiltrate, and hijack. Infiltrate into your little group. Yeah, this is the guy who pretty much set the forum up like it is now. Not a smart move, Frank ol' chum.
"As for the hijacking: all along, Diesel 11, now 1,000 Eyes, knew that he had the potential to become one of the greatest storytellers in history. He just needed a base.
"He found that in 3WSR."
Frank's eyes widened as the realization struck him with horror.
Eyes went on. "Yes, 3WSR will become one of the greatest tales of all time. But through me. About time I lost you drips. Bunch of stuck-up nitwits who would never have seen this coming for the world. Tell Tug that I made the fucking post already. Oh wait. On second thought, you'll probably never see him again. And did I just not censor a swear? Oh yeah, that happens now!"
Eyes stared Frank straight in the face. "Face it, Frank. You guys have nothing. I have everything. I have all the power. All the characters (let's see, I count five including my writer personality). I have it all. And what shall I do with it all? It's time to final take this game to new heights. I call this phase The Purging of The Game. Time to get rid of what's dragging it down and finally achieve my goal of having the greatest story ever."
"You... you can't do this!!" cried Frank in horror.
Eyes laughed. "Sorry, Frank. You shouldn't have put all your trust in me. Me, the man who will change this landscape. Me, who will change this story forever.
"I... will become...
The God of The New Game!!"
OH MY GOD FRANK WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
(Anyone who decides to skip this post and instead move on, I will take the life of someone you love dearly. Choose wisely between: 1. Adolf Gunnarson 2. Man In Blue Turquoise 3. The Bronze Mage 4. Toz76 Or, don't skip over this post! Yay!)
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 24, 2017 10:08:30 GMT -5
I'm confused, what the heck happened?
Just a couple things anyway-
1) there are other good factions we just never talk about them, and they were always the main characters anyway so there was never a need to create other factions
2) While normally I would say something like what the heck or have the writer intervene, I have come to realize that I am just holding the game back so you guys do what you want; I'll just write novels from now on.
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Post by Tug on Sept 24, 2017 10:13:41 GMT -5
Back up in Space, the Colorfolk were disappearing, with the exception of three, with exceptable story reasons...
Both Man in Blue and Bright Turquoise were currently caught up in ongoing plots, and as the Man in Steel tried to recover now with his powers cut off, he realized he was fading away...
"No... What the? NO! I AM NEEDED! If we aren't here then there's no one to keep all these idiots in check!" shouted Steel as a burst of energy shot out of him, now anchoring him in this plane and giving some of his energy back...
"My descendant, you seemed to be doing well?" said a familiar voice
"Vincent? What... What's going on?" asked the Man in Steel
"A dark force is at play, they are manipulating the threads of reality and have done away with our dear organization. The only source of pure good in this world has vanished without a trace and now evil will run rampant. Every member with the exception, of you, Daniel, and that Turquoise fellow had disappeared, including the families of all the member's except Man in Gold's son who is tied to VEC. The Prism, though still on your plane, has lost its strength splintered into pieces for each missing Colorperson and is somewhere lost on your island home..."
"But, that would be millions of pieces! We could never find them!"
I'm not asking you to find them boy! I need you to put good back into this world, then all that you've lost will return to you! Go! Finish your task here, gather every ally you can back home to help in your fight to eliminate this new force of evil and your order will be restored! We in the spiritual plane will see what we cando, which isn't much, but you boys have a greater purpose then you did before..."
"Greater purpose?"
"Yes, you boys won't just be protecting Sodor or the Earth anymore, you boys are the heroes of reality from here on out. Prevent the scales from tipping due to outside influence, defend the corruption of all of reality, save the Writers! Your good friend Tug is in danger, they've already gotten to two of them! Go kid! All of reality is counting on you three, so figure out a way to get back home..." declared Vincent as he faded away...
"Now how am I supposed to get home with barely any allies and the ones I still do have are MIA?" asked Steel to himself...
"Oi... Man in Steel... We overheard your talk to your force ghost or whatever..." said a voice
"Huh... Who's ther... Your serious, you two I understand but... YOU!?!"
Three figures emerged from the brush, two normal sized, one giant...
It was Chaos, Balor, and Suleiman...
"That's right Steel, as of now the three of us will be acting independently of the Vile Evil Confederacy, and of our own free wills, support you in your time of need..." said Chaos
"Won't the Bronze Mage will see this as betrayal?" asked Man in Steel
"Maybe, but my homeland is on the line of what we heard is true..." said Balor
"And the Colormen are they only way I'll find Adrianna again..." added Suleiman
"And well, I hate admitting this, but I see you as a friend, and besides, Hohenheim might be sympathetic for our reasoning, even if we're going behind there backs..." laughed Chaos
"Alright then, the Heroes Against Malice Making Evil Resonaters, or HAMMER is formed as the temporary team made up of the Colorfolk allies! Come on boys, we got to find Daniel and BT if we want to get home!" declared Steel
"Did you really come up with that immediately?" asked Chaos
"... I'm really good with acronyms..." replied Steel
"I am seriously already regretting my choices today... Even moreso then the kind that get you marooned on an alien planet after being arrested by SJW aliens and fighting in a tournament for a reality bending madman..."
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