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8th Official Tournament: Round 4!
Even to this day, long after I’ve learned so much and forgotten all that is objectively insignificant, I still haven’t the faintest of ideas as to how long I had been knocked out for. I suppose that such matters are of trivial concern though, especially seeing as how measurements of time hold absolutely zero implications in a world where wormholes can open and close with no rhyme or reason whatsoever. My consciousness fluttered in and out of coherency as my eyes slowly opened themselves up and treated me to the sight of an all encompassing darkness. A pungent, familiarly chemical odor invaded my nostrils and immediately filled me with a sense of dread. The puddle that I was laying face down in was that of V-Slime, the substance necessary to enter and exit the FFR Governing Staff complex. I didn’t even have to raise my head upwards to know that I had been dumped in the outside world.
“Halogen,” I scornfully muttered as I wearily brought myself up to my feet. “I always knew that you were up to no good, but actually going as far as to sabotage me? And B-Mah, I thought you were my friend. What happened to those countless rounds of Shirtless Mario Party that we played together in the PX? I guess it’s true…I really am alone here.”
Spreading out before me was a vast plain that looked vaguely reminiscent to the government mandated pictures that children would draw of their parents. The sky was a skeletal gray, the clouds effervescently pink, and the sun was shaped like a businessman’s tie. Every blade of artificial grass was perfectly identical to those surrounding it and refused to change shape even under the most magnanimous of weights. Trees of varying size, taste and texture intermittently dotted the landscape, the likes of which occasionally interspersed with what appeared to be antique bunkers of sorts. The scene would have been idyllic, if not downright beautiful, had it not been for the atrocities taking place a short distance away from me.
Division One: DESIRE DRIVE (LLS HARDCORE REMIX) [Standard]
Even in their tattered and sullied state, I easily recognized the infamous Division One uniforms; discerning the identities of the people that were wearing them, however, was a completely different matter. Their bodies were only vaguely human, stretched and distended to the point that they adopted the likeness of cars, trucks, motorcycles and other common vehicular standbys. The poor souls indiscriminately tore their way around the field, occasionally ramming into each other in what resembled a gory rendition of bumper cars. I had heard of this phenomenon before: people called it the DESIRE DRIVE. It seemed to occur whenever there was a massive influx of amorous emotions juxtaposed with anger and rage, a requisite that was presumably met thanks to the tournament. Thankfully this was only the [Standard] version of the anomaly. Sticking around to see what the full metamorphosis would entail wasn’t exactly anywhere near my list of current priorities.
Division Two: ULTRAnumb
With great haste I retreated into a nearby bunker and descended down below the surface until natural light no longer warmed my back. It was there in the tepid darkness that I came across the remnants of what was once a vibrant Division Two, each and every one of them now reduced to nothing more than piles of human-shaped sludge with highly distorted faces. As I cautiously edged my way closer and closer towards the largest of the clusters of humanoid mush, one of them happened to emerge from its stupor long enough to notice my presence.
“Hey buddy,” it listlessly greeted me.
“Howdy. What the hell happened to you guys?”
The thing attempted to smile. “We’re numb, guy. No, not just numb…we’re ULTRAnumb. It feels…so nice. So soothing. There’s nothing wrong with this. Nothing at all. Care to join? It’s ni~ce.”
I melodramatically shook my head. “I’ll pass, thanks.”
“Suit yourself.”
Division Three: Entry
With not all that much in the ways of any other viable options available to me, I was more or less forced to recede further and further into the sprawling depths of the bunker. Every step that I took loudly reverberated throughout the hollow interior of the structure and engendered clouds of dust and debris to shower down upon me. By the time I finished descending a nearly three kilometer long spiral staircase, I was covered from head to toe with so much dirt that my skin was completely obscured from the outside world. Thankfully though my efforts were not in vain; I soon came across Division Three, each of them huddled together within their individual cliques around the perimeter of a room so large that I couldn’t see the ceiling. I proceeded to glance around in search of a familiar face, eventually finding one in the form of the exiled staff member and resident android Netjet.
“Plopadop,” he solemnly greeted me. “Nice to see that you all the way down here. Come to do some sightseeing?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Something like that. What’s going on?”
“We beat ‘em. We beat the Jazzman, but…look! Look at what he did!” Netjet cried while motioning towards the center of the cavern. “I’m assuming that’s what you’re here for, right? Go ahead and take it; none of us want anything to do with it. This…it all went to hell.”
Division Four: Quark
With a tumorous lump growing in the pit of my stomach, I maneuvered myself over to the middle of the room only to discover a hole barely large enough for one person to squeeze through, along with a rusted ladder affixed to its side. Despite not knowing what I was in for, I nevertheless descended even further downwards. After all, what else could I do?
Once a few days of climbing had passed I finally hit the bottom. It was within that claustrophobia-inducing space that I found not only the charred remains the Jazzman’s powerful mustache but also a small glowing object that was housed within an ornate glass enclosure. I wanted to refuse to believe what I saw, but at the same time I knew that what was resting within that enclosure was indeed genuine.
Finally, after so much searching, it was almost within my grasp: a Quark, one of the four universal power supplies that allowed this world to function without receding into a state of utter disrepair. The one and only reason that the FFR Governing Staff possessed any sort of power over the laymen of this universe was because they had collected one of the Quarks a few years prior. Up until now, the whereabouts of the other three were a complete mystery to all.
Division Five: Sleep
The glass case automatically rose up as I approached the pedestal. Even when standing such a sizable distance away from the legendary object, I could still feel its immense power serging throughout my body. For that brief instance I felt small and insignificant, akin to the Desire Drivers or the ULTRAnumbers. However, I knew that I couldn’t afford to stand around wallowing in self-deprecating sadness. The utopian future that I had been striving for all this time was at long last within my grasp.
However, it appeared that the cosmos still held a grudge against me. The very instant that I grasped onto the Quark I felt unfathomable pain overwhelm my entire consciousness, all the way to the point that I was forced to enter into a state of hybrid Sleep if only to maintain my rapidly diminishing sanity.
Division Six and Seven: 2-9
“This is the second time that he’s gone to Sleep in the past two hours,” I heard a muffled yet still unfortunately discernible voice inform some unknown presence. “He’s too important to get Kkrusty’s Disease. Perform a full blood to V-Slime transfusion and place him in the cooler for now.”
“Halogen,” I attempted to sputter out.
“Oh, good morning, Ensign!” the bearded man grinned at me. “Have a good sleep?”
“Wh-why…did…y-you stick me?”
“Because,” he said as he gently patted me on the head like a common household tapir, “it was the only way. We’ve been through this scenario, oh, what was it, twice already? Or was it nine? Oh well, somewhere between 2-9. This was the only way that we were able to locate it.”
“Locate…what?”
Professor Halogen pointed at the pair of glowing dots that aimlessly danced across the surface of my left palm. “I think you know fully well, young man.”
- Plopadop
8th Official Tournament: Round 3!
The blaring siren pierced my skull with its obnoxious whining and made every single muscle within my body tense up in opposition. All around me people dressed in uniforms that were more or less identical to mine frantically scampered around from Point A to Point B and back again with no real purpose or meaning for doing so. As much as I would have liked to stick around and chuckle at their misfortune, I knew all too well that the sounds of sirens reverberating their way throughout the entirety of the base signified that there was an imminent catastrophe on the horizon. There wasn’t any time to waste. I needed to hurry. I needed to get to the Control Room. I needed to bring the universe back to the way that it was, the way that only I seemed to be able to recall.
As far as everybody else in this crazy place was concerned, the universe had always been exceedingly unstable. The elements of time and space were in a continual state of nonsensical flux, one that would engender drastic changes in both the landscape and the timescape. Sometimes we would witness the instantaneous birth and/or death of billions of people, a bustling city appearing where there had once been a unfathomably deep lake the night before, or a tree suddenly sprouting the completed version of an augmentation that the pseudoscience team had been tirelessly slaving over for years. The world that existed before you closed your eyelids in order to blink would be nothing more than a faint relic of the past by the time your eyes greeted the world once again a split second later. Everybody else simply accepted that this universal inconstancy was the natural course of things; after all, their way of life was all that they had ever known. I, however, was different. I could remember when things actually made sense, and I was determined to regain that peacefulness no matter the cost.
Division One: Pembroke Welsh Corgi
The fleshy door dissolved into a yellowish mush as I approached it, thus giving way to the dimly lit Control Room. The sirens still sung their atrocious symphony off in the distance as I promptly made my way over towards an ashen-faced B-Mah.
“Plopadop!” he immediately cried out. In addition to being the director of the Pseudoscience Department, B-Mah was also the closest thing that I could call a friend in this universe.
“What’s with all the noise?” I questioned him with purposefully flippant casualness.
“Everything’s gone wrong,” he scornfully muttered to himself as he keyed in a few strings of numbers into the computer terminal in front of him, a gesture that resulted in the image of a small brown and white colored dog being brought up onto the screen. “See this dog? We’ve called it the Pembroke Welsh Corgi for right now. Don’t ask why, it’s not important. What is important, however, is that this…this beast is causing untold havoc upon our base! You know the lounge on B15, the nice one with the automatic bassoon player? He peed in it. He peed all over the nice furniture! Now, normally the folks in Division One would deal with the cleanup and the destruction of the dog, but since the Tournament is going on there’s nothing that we can do!”
Division Two: ice valley “beyond the searoad”
“And that’s why there’s an emergency?” I confusedly asked.
“Part of it, yes. You’ll see in a minute. For now, look at this,” he instructed me while motioning towards a new image. From what I could tell from the biocam’s grainy resolution, there appeared to be a narrow stretch of ice that extended far off into the purple horizon. “That’s where was ParagonX9 island used to be. We were successful in enacting the Blue Marine routine, but the results of doing so weren’t exactly within our calculations. A significant portion of those that were working on the routine or were utilizing the Walk on Water function at the time have become encapsulated beneath the ice a little further away.”
“Whereabouts?”
“There, just beyond the searoad. We aren’t entirely sure as to why just yet, but everybody in Division Two suddenly stopped their fighting and grouped together to head in that general direction. It’s like they’re all on the same team now. Our scanners haven’t detected a triple or a jumpstream or even a single jack in over twenty-four hours!”
“Maybe they’re just trying to rescue their superiors?” I politely suggested.
Division Three: Jazzman – Super Mario Bros
B-Mah apathetically shook his head. “We thought of that already. It would make sense if it was just Division Two that was acting like that, but look at Division Three! They’re doing almost the same thing! Working together, I mean. Those that managed to escape from the ice only did so because they found a pipe along the seabed that lead to another pseudoreality, one inhabited by Jazzman.”
I had heard of the Jazzman before. Pipes would suddenly pop up out of the ground and unsuspecting people would crawl into them in order to investigate. However, not many have lived to tell the tale of what they encountered down there. From what we did know, the Jazzman was a massive theoretical entity, his height encroaching upon tens of thousands of meters at any given time, but at the same time he was nevertheless a subterranean being. Blue overalls, a red shirt, and a moustache that had long-since rumored to be the source of his power all gave him a humanoid appearance that lulled people into believing that he could be reasoned with. Those poor souls were sadly mistaken.
“Hopefully with all of the talent in Division Three they’ll be able take him down for once,” I said.
Division Four: Slam the Door (Rogue Remix)
“Yeah, hopefully. Losing all of D3 would be…bad,” B-Mah trailed off. “However, I really hate to say this, but we have bigger fish to fry at the moment. There’s trouble on the horizon for Division Four. One of them, we aren’t entirely sure as to who yet, slammed The Door. Y’know, that big hairy thing thing that’s just off to the side of the public washrooms in Zedd’s Shed that has the DO NOT SLAM THIS DOOR sign next to it? Yeah, that one. It may be an act of sabotage or some sort of newfangled strategy by one of the rogue players, but we don’t know for sure yet.”
“Sounds like there’s a lot of things that you guys don’t know for sure yet,” I forced myself to laugh.
“Yeah,” he sighed. “I hate to admit it, but yeah, you’re absolutely right.”
Division Five: Undiscovered Colors
By this point in time, the sirens behind me had yet to subside and I was growing increasingly weary of B-Mah’s ramblings. Of course I could see that Division Two ganging together irrespective of their allegiance and that somebody slamming The Door were issues of great concern, but they weren’t that grievous enough to warrant the entire base being scrambled.
As if to read my mind, B-Mah smiled. “Well, let’s get into the meat of the situation then, shall we? Approximately two days from now archeologists working in the Flashbulb Islands will have discovered a particular tablet that outlines exactly what we’re facing right now. At first they’ll call it a prediction, but they’ll soon come to realize that it’s more of a prescription…a checklist of conditions, if you will. The only prerequisite out of the five that hadn’t been met until now was the appearance of several undiscovered colors, namely sige and tyon, but…well…Division Five found some a few minutes ago. That’s why the sirens are going. All of the conditions have now been met.”
Division Six and Seven: Weapon
I swallowed the excess buildup of saliva that had congealed within my mouth down into the pit of my stomach. “What does that mean?”
“It’s appeared. The Weapon.”
“What?!” I loudly cried out as I grabbed B-Mah by the collar of his shirt. “Why the hell didn’t you say so earlier?!”
“Because we needed time to do this,” a familiar voice, one not belonging to the man that I was presently clutching onto, hoarsely chuckled.
A cold chill accompanied by an immense amount of pain suddenly shot down the length of my spine as I felt something parse my skin and invade the interior of my body. My strength almost immediately fleeted. A desperate struggle to resist the inevitable raged within my consciousness, but in the end my efforts proved to be all for naught. Even with oppressive darkness swarming my already hazy vision, I somehow managed to catch a brief glimpse of Professor Halogen’s stoic facial expression hovering above me before I fell face-first into the warm, writhing floor and lost consciousness.
- Plopadop
8th Official Tournament: Round 2!
It’s now been a little more than a week since the war first broke out. Even now, after most of the dust has settled and my disjointed thoughts have had time to adequately precipitate within my mind, I’m still not entirely sure as to what exactly gave rise to this foul bloodshed. It’s as if one evening the people that once peacefully resided along the FFR peninsula had gone to bed as per the norm and then for some inexplicable reason had woken up the next morning with an insatiable appetite for carnage and destruction. Some of my co-workers have been whispering about warring states, political factions attempting to commandeer natural resources and the like, but I don’t believe them. I mean, why would we be sending entire divisions to the polar ends of the Earth if this was just a self-contained phenomenon? I know that war can drive entire countries insane and push them to the threshold of depravity, but at the same time I also know for a fact that what we’ve been witnessing thus far goes above and beyond the level of destruction outlined in the history books.
“Ensign Plopadop!” a gruff voice suddenly called out from behind me. Immediately snapping out of my stupor, I took a fleeting glance over my shoulder to see Professor Halogen walking in my direction, his hands clutching onto a tray that held an identical meal to the one that I was presently ingesting. “Spacing out again, are we?”
“Y-yeah, sorry,” I awkwardly replied before taking a spoonful of applesauce into my mouth. The substance was bitter and tasteless, just like the man who soon sat himself down opposite to me.
“Nothing to be sorry about,” he smiled. “Just don’t forget that you have a job to do here. Many people are counting on you, myself included.”
“Yes sir.” I paused before adding, “So, how are things looking?”
Division One: Reset
“There’s been a Reset for Division One,” he listlessly informed me. “The time-space continuum there is quite volatile so it shouldn’t come as a surprise, but seeing it happen with your own eyes is really…well, you’ve read the textbooks, haven’t you? Personally, I think it may have something to do with the Silvuh Faction’s introduction of triples, but we’re still looking into it. Still, having to put up with a Shift on top of the fighting is really going to do a number on every side’s forces, ours included.”
“What are the projected losses?”
“Approximately twenty-seven percent, give or take.”
I mindlessly sipped my vitamin supplement. “Christ.”
Division Two: Wonder World!
“On the brighter side though, the combatants in Division Two have a real wonder world in comparison to their D1 allies. The weather’s been nothing but bright blue skies and there haven’t been any major hitches in the plan as of yet. I know, I know: knocking on wood, but whatever. Much of the fighting is taking place in and amongst the Kagerow River area though so it’s not exactly easy for us to get any precise figures. We were, however, able to sneak in a few biospies and we’ve picked up some traces of dreamy pop core. You know what that means, right?”
“Yeah, low cutoffs,” I replied with mechanical efficiency.
Professor Halogen winked. “Precisely.”
Division Three: Blue Marine
“What about Division Three?”
“Eh, it’s a fairly typical Blue Marine routine. It’s cutthroat, but at the same time it’s only water combat. The biggest problem is that the troops don’t have all that much ozone down there so only those that are familiar with the Elite Ninja technique are able to remain submerged for long enough to make any serious progress on the seabed.” He pauses. “It’s a real shame that we’ll have to lose ParagonX9 Island as a result of the eruption though. Oh well, what can you do, right?”
I had been to ParagonX9 Island once, long before this all began. The mere thought that we were going to destroy so much Newgroundian history in the name of eliminating such a small percentage of enemy forces made me nauseous, but at the same time I knew that there wasn’t much else that could be done. In the Professor’s words, this was, “Simply how it worked.”
Division Four: Walk on Water
“Those bastards in Division Four are having loads of fun I bet,” Professor Halogen scoffed a few moments later. “Must be nice.”
“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”
“The Devs just affixed their newfangled HG7-8 augmentation to most of their rigs.”
“HG7-8?” I confusedly repeated.
“The Walk On Water module. It allows them to keep the water-faring D3 folks safe when they surface for air by allowing them to hover, glide and even climb using the Peninsula’s basin as a fuel source. Apparently they’re having a blast. Over half of them have achieved AAA rankings in their flights, which is a hell of a lot better than what they pulled off in training.”
Division Five: Oops
Professor Halogen’s gaze met mine for a brief moment in time. Both of us knew fully well what was going on with Division Five; after all, one would have to blindfold and deafen themselves from the constant vespam broadcasts if for some strange reason they desired to remain ignorant towards the plights that D5 were suffering through. Jump-jacks, the sheer brutality of which not seen since the AIM Anthem massacre of the old times, had made short work of too many people to count. Even at that moment the precise number of causalities remained in a constant state of flux.
“YoshL has not been a kind god,” Professor Halogen muttered under his breath.
“Has he ever been?”
The man across the way from me emitted a throaty laugh. “Good point.”
Division Six and Division Seven: Beautiful Arrhythmia
“And the other two divisions…how are they faring?”
My companion shrugged his shoulders. “Fine, I suppose. Arrhythmiatic vapors were deployed with little to no success, but that’s the way those sectors work. I don’t know how those lost souls can stand not only working but actually thriving in such a…peculiar place.”
I nodded my head and kept my disagreement internalized. “Yeah, they’re a bunch of weird ones alright.”
Before I was able to question him any further about the status of the upper divisions, Professor Halogen suddenly stood up. Looking down, I noticed that where there had once sat a colossal lunch there now remained nothing more than an empty plate, some dirtied cutlery and a balled-up napkin. “Well, I’m done,” he laughed with sarcastic remorse. “I suppose it’s back to work for me then. I look forward to hearing your report at the afternoon meeting. Enjoy the rest of your meal, Ensign.”
“Thanks, I will.”
It wasn’t until Professor Halogen was long out of sight that I allowed my expression to droop and my fist to come slamming down onto the vacant portion of the table adjacent to my tray.
“Don’t worry,” I attempted to console myself as I vacantly stared downwards into my colorless mess of food. “I’ll stop this. I’ll get you back to where you belong.”
- Plopadop
8th Official FFR Tournament: It begins!
I gave my sincerest apologies in the forums to those that were aware of the tournament’s beginning, but considering the fact that I have received a few messages asking when the tournament started, it would only be fair to apologize to those who were unaware of the tournament being in progress. In any event, I would like to welcome the 488 of you currently signed up to compete in FFR’s 8th official tournament. With a new tournament structure, eight weeks of new files to come, and some new faces entering the proverbial arena, veteran keyboard killers and newbie mash-masters alike will all have something to enjoy. For 104 of you, this will be your first and only round in the tournament. Given the typical submission rate for round 1, it’s likely that some people won’t even notice they’ve been eliminated. For those of you that actually do care about what’s going on, here’s some information.
First off, before I detail the round songs, remember that the current tournament standings can be found on the dashboard located here; this includes the current round song, current divisions, eliminations, and round end date. I’m gonna keep things short and sweet for you guys this time, since many of you have already played your songs.
Division 1: Warmish Walkin’
Let the games begin! The division 1 players will open the tournament with Warmish’ Walkin, a light rock composition charted by easy-chart-extraordinare Silvuh. maidable achieves a very serene and warm environment with rich guitar sampling, while providing some rhythm complexity to make the song diverse and enjoyable. The chart itself is chock full of your typical 4th and 8th notes (reds and blues, for you more casual players) but throws a few 16ths (yellows) in unorthodox spots to trip your sense of rhythm. Despite having a lower speed overall compared to the two previous division 1 tournament openers, this Division 1 opener is considerably more difficult. You will need to have a decent sense of rhythm and balance to stand any chance at achieving a good score — and this is the first of many songs that will introduce some more complex structures. Good luck!
Division 2: Swaying Sunflowers
Silvuh strikes again! As usual, our very own Silvuh brings yet another lower-level file for use of the tournament, but this time, it’s for the division 2 players. Swaying Sunflowers is a very simple-sounding piano tune by runeinc that, like division 1′s song, utilizes many 4th and 8th note streams to bring about most of the difficulty in the chart. However, this song carries a brisk pace, and forces you to handle many jumps for coincidences of multiple piano notes landing at the same time. I cannot quite discern the reason why this song is named the way it is, but it is safe to say that this song is very peppy and happy, which might be quite annoying if you have to torture yourself playing it a few hundred times.
Division 3: Fire
Starting off hot, are we? Who better than to deliver a track titled Fire than dubstep/drumstep master, xKore? Fire is a very short but energetic track that brings about heavy bass and quite percussion sequences. Elite Ninja‘s chart is reflective of the intensity necessary to get the division 3 ball rolling, pushing out some short spurts of 32nds (don’t worry, it’s only 85 BPM) in addition to having a very jump-heavy structure. Fire is the shortest of the tournament songs this round, but don’t let that fool you – it packs a pretty respectable punch in terms of difficulty.
Division 4: Touch Me
Oh baby; maybe Fire isn’t the hottest song around after all. One thing is for certain though: Division 4 gets to open the tournament off with a technical chart for a Gunther song. It takes a mastermind to mix technicality and difficulty well enough with a Gunther song show up in division 4, and I have to say…bmah managed to mix sexy with sexy. Touch Me is a fantastic chart that follows the song very intensely, following all of the repeating synthetic riffs, slow percussion, vocals, and occasionally, some background percussion to really force your fingers around. If you can’t enjoy the chart, just take in Samantha Fox’s sensual voice and remember — touch her, because she wants to feel your body. 
Division 5: Retro City
Now we’re starting to move up to the big leagues. The Master division opens the tournament up with Retro City, an awesome dubstep song by Adventure Club, stepped by simfile judge Razor. Despite being 3 points lower in difficulty than last year’s opener, this chart makes a very valiant attempt at tripping players up, leaving no skill untouched — bits of jumpstream, trills, jacks, bursts, streams, and even BPM changes are ALL present in the chart. In addition to being incredibly busy and complex, the file is nothing short of fantastic in terms of fun factor; nearly every player mentioning their experience in the Master division so far has mentioned this file to be their favorite, and they certainly aren’t the only ones. Cheers to having an absolutely fantastic dubstep chart in game that is playable by a large majority of the forum community!
Division 6/7: Pussy Pump
Such questionable words to be placed on the front page for the public eye! It’s not very often where we can write the word pussy on the front page in a context that is relevant, but here, I get the chance to! Division 6 and Division 7, our guru and still-to-be-named division (psssssst: help the FFR community come up with a good and official name to identify our D7 players! There’s 10,000 credits in for the best name!) get to take on Pussy Pump, by Otto Von Schirach, a demanding simfile stepped by simfile judge samurai7694. A touch above last year’s opener (Spoils, for those of you who forgot/didn’t know), Pussy Pump can be described a number of ways. Bipolar is one, fast is another. This chart brings about some very aggressive jumpstreams and bursts that are found in arguably faster and harder songs, all in an effort to bring down our best keysmashers. Enjoy this hip-hop/breakcore mix, because it certainly is a weird one.
Good luck to everyone in the tournament!
(p.s. I know I’m not as great of a poster as MrPopadopalis, but I try. 
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ATTN TGB members,
You can pick up your new keycards here! This card is now mandatory for entrance to the building.
Official Tournament Placements!
The official tournament dashboard is now up for you to view. We did our best to place people as accurately as possible, but we are still in the process of finalizing divisions 1 and 2 so please be patient. If you notice any mistakes with any placements please either send myself or TC_Halogen a private message here on FFR. You can also contact us on Skype. My Skype name is Saphira251 his is debit13.
Thanks and good luck!
Token Image Contest Winners!
Hellloooo everybody! So after some rigorous voting, the FINAL RESULTS ARE IN! In total, we had 73 people cast their votes for their favorite token for each song. Thanks to everyone for participating in the vote! Also, thank you so much to everyone that entered into the contest. Not only did some of you come out of it with a good haul of credits, but your competition helped to make some really amazing images for FFR.
Congratulations to all the winners, as well as the other top three finishers! Thank you to everyone for participating, it made the event all the more fun!
I hope everyone had an absolutely awesome time either watching or participating in the contest.
FFR has some awesome images for the newest token songs, so cheers to all of you! Congratulations again to the winners and runners up.
The credits will be distributed as soon as possible, and the images will be placed on the token pages asap.
Thank you everyone!
~Netjet, jimerax, Nick Skyline, Spenner and Silvuh
Notices, News & “Events”
Heya people, Zageron here.
In case you didn’t know, I’m technically the current site and staff manager dude guy.
If you have any questions send me a PM and I’d be happy to help, or forward you to someone who can.
Announcements
Just some announcements, pertaining entirely to my interests!
• The Ultimate Radio Broadcast has started, tune in over the next month or two for an assortment of great music!
– Join us, on your own profile, in prochat for the party!
– See the thread for more details!
• All game engines are current handing out double the normal amount of credits, grind! grind! grind!
– Offer valid until the 26th of January.
• In case anyone was wondering, yes _.Spitfire._ is a new profile chat moderator, so be nice.
• Shoutout to Fluvs.
• Velo quit, and returned, for the 14th time yesterday evening. Goodbye, and welcome back!
This has been a very relaxed and official distribution of knowledge to the public!
Get ready for the Official Tournament as it is just around the corner!
Cheers,
Zageron
Reminders!
Wow we sure have had a lot of front page news lately. I just wanted to put down a few reminders so you don’t forget about the things that have deadlines.
Signups are still open for the 8th official tournament, but don’t wait too long because signups close on the 19th which is only 6 days away!
For full details on the process of the tournament, involving prizes, how to signup, and other miscellaneous rules and regulations, visit the official tournament thread, or click the banner on the top of the page.
The forum awards are also still open so make sure you go get your votes in for that. You do have until January 28th to submit your votes, so there’s still some time, but don’t let that date creep up on you!
Make sure you visit the Forum Awards thread so that you know all the rules before submitting your votes. Once you vote you will not have the opportunity to change them, which means you could lose them if you don’t follow the rules. Remember, no voting for yourself. There have been quite a few people doing so
We are also still accepting local moderator applications until the end of the month. If that’s something you think you may be interested in check out the announcement here for all the details on submitting an application.
Good Luck Everyone!
-psychoangel691 and the FFR Staff
