Re: FFR: The Phantom Challenge
I am loving this as well. Which is weird because I hate reading. Keep this up.
I am loving this as well. Which is weird because I hate reading. Keep this up.
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Re: FFR: The Phantom Challenge
oh come on mal you're awesome
also, with the amount of sunglasses content in chapter 4, i sense a matrix fight coming onComment
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This story is good because I am in it and am a dragon.Comment
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This story still appeals to my general interests :]. Keep writing, Gamershadow.
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Hey what i'm not in it ._.
still an awesome story though bookmarked 8)
ps add ron paulComment
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When are you going to add new chapters?? I really want to know what happens next
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I currently lack the time needed to write an entire chapter, due to school, sports, and the like. However, I will work on writing the story whenever possible. I would expect Chapter 5 to be finished on Friday or Saturday.Note to self Finish.Comment
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This just keeps getting better.
*edit* 666th post
Hope I didn't jinx the story.
“A painter paints his pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence. We provide the music, and you provide the silence.” -Leopold StokowskiComment
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I feel bad that I only got to write one paragraph last night, so I'll give you a little teaser tidbit to tide you over.
-Moderators and Admins wield a weapon called the BANHAMMER. Yes, it is in all caps because it is that powerful. One hit from the mighty war-hammer will instantly ban the person. There's even a switchable faceplate on the front, so you can have your own custom "banned" message. Yes, Chapter 5 has not one, but two banhammers being used.
Edit: Chapter 5 got to be a bit too long to include the second banhammer, but Chapter 6 will have it.Last edited by GamerShadow; 01-12-2008, 07:19 PM.Note to self Finish.Comment
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Great story so far. I look forward to the 5th chapter. Or do I? xDComment
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Re: FFR: The Phantom Challenge
Chapter 5:
The ground rumbled and quaked in fear as the two opposing armies charged at one another, ready to kill. Those who had weapons took them out, each wanting to stain theirs with enemy blood before anybody else. The noise being created from the war cries of both armies was tremendous. It sounded as if there were one hundred thousand warriors on the battlefield on this day, rather than about two hundred at the current moment.
In the back of the Army, Guido raised his right hand towards the sky, with the palm facing up and open, and began chanting. As the rest of the Army continued to charge, a warhammer with a white glow to it began to form in Guido’s hand. Then a light shone down on the hammer, and the white glow surrounding the weapon disappeared. Guido now held in his hands the mighty banhammer. The head of the sacred weapon was not all that huge, but it was enough to smash open heads with a direct hit. On the front of the steel head read “BANNED.” Guido then shifted his mech into top gear, and raced across the field to catch up to the army who was now about to collide with the noobs.
Jewpin unsheathed his Southern Cross, which was a five foot tall, metallic cross-shaped weapon with an iron spike on the end of all four tips. The best part about the weapon was that electrical currents flowed through it, and whenever an enemy was stabbed, they would also be shocked, which almost always meant a fatal blow.
Almost simultaneously, Afrobean takes out a glistening white stick, and equips it with a disco ball, the two parts clicking together, as if attracted to the other part. Upon being firmly connected with the handle, the disco ball gains large spikes made from diamonds, which give it the characteristics of a mace. Afrobean grabs the handle with both hands, and begins to swing the Disco Mace over his head, the inertia of the actual weapon giving it tremendous power.
Feeling the vibes of power emanating from his fellow warriors, Reaper begins to transform, emitting a mighty dragon’s roar to signal the others to stay clear. His tail shoots from his lower back; the scales stained a dark red color with the blood of a thousand fallen men. The similarly-colored arms, each being six feet in length with ten inch claws, grasp the ground as Reaper’s legs transform into giant pillars of death, complete with the same claws as the arms, but two times longer. Wings begin to sprout out of Reaper’s shoulder blades, retaining the same scale color as the arms and tail. The skin between the wings was a jet black, and spanned all of twenty two feet when extended all the way. Finally, the rest of Reaper’s body transformed, competing the Death Dragon, Reaper.
The noobs, upon witnessing Reaper’s transformation, were paralyzed with fear. Some of them clearly pissed their pants, and a few were so shocked, they dropped their weapons. But the TGB Army knew this type of reaction was coming. And they responded to the shock with the beginning of the merciless slaughter. Afrobean was the first to kill; his disco mace actually “grabbing and throwing” heads of enemy noobs with unstoppable force. Tibs took in a gigantic breath, and unleashed the biggest inferno from his mouth that anybody had ever seen. It towered towards the heavens, incinerating anything in its path. The noobs caught in the flames were now rolling on the ground, appearing like logs in a household fireplace during Christmas.
A courageous noob attempted to assault Seth, who had just realized that he had forgotten his goggles at home, when Jewpin jumped down from nowhere, grabbed the noob by the head, and impaled it with Southern Cross in midair, the electrical current coursing through the weapon completely smoking the body into a pile of ashes.
“Jewpin,” Seth began, “Can you get Guido to contact Stretchy? I need her to transport my goggles here. Without them, I am powerless.” Another noob tried to sneak up on Seth, but he punched it in the gut, and it reeled over in pain, collapsing on the ground. Zageron, coming from nowhere, picked it up, and ripped it apart as if the noob were a ragdoll. He then dashed over to repeat the same thing elsewhere.
Jewpin removed his Southern Cross from the dead noob, and swung it down on another noob’s head, instantly killing it as well. “Sure,” he replied, trying to locate Guido, “I’ll be right back. Try to find Tibs or Tokzic, and stay with them.” Jewpin jumped over a pile of dead noobs, and began to run over towards Guido.
About two hundred feet over, Grandiagod was being ganged up on by a group of flamers; noobs who liked to insult others and wield the power of fire. He rotated his head left to right, trying to find a weak point in the circle which was shrinking ever so quickly. As soon as the flamers were about ten feet from him, Grandia whipped out a spherical bomb, one that was covered in oil. It was one of the normal weapons he usually favored in group situations like these. Without lighting the fuse, Grandia grinned as he tossed the bomb at one of the flamers, yelling to him, “Catch!” The flamer, caught off guard managed to catch the bomb, but in it’s surprise, it let out a fireball, which blew up the bomb instantly. Grandia stood still as a small device on his waist activated, coating him with an anti-explosion barrier. After the flamers had been destroyed, Grandia took out another bomb, lit the fuse, and chucked it at a group of noobs hiding nearby in a bush. It didn’t take long for them to realize what was happening, and they scattered as the bush exploded and burned to the ground.
Tokzic, who was hiding nearby, leaped out, and with amazing speed, blurred over to each of the noobs. One by one, he made a small puncture wound in the noobs’s neck, injecting lethal poisons through his fingertips. Twenty seconds passed, and all twelve noobs fell over, dead. Behind Tokzic was Reaper, who was knocking down trees with his claws, and breathing acidic black air through the woods, which was causing the noobs to decay into nothing, along with the foliage and trees.
At this point, the backup forces had arrived. In lines of one hundred they came, advancing on the TGB Army, all yelling, “Ch4Rg33!!1!!11!” Now outnumbered nearly twenty to one, the Army realized that this wasn’t going to be the walk in the park they had imagined it to be. But they were not about to fall back. Spec hastily assembled a rapid-fire turret, which began mowing down the front ranks at about three hundred bullets a second. Also assisting Spec was Cbr, who lowered his ultra-cool shades, and performed the red-eye stare. All but a few noobs, whom weren’t looking at the Army at the moment, were frozen, as Cbr absorbed their confidence until he was almost overwhelmingly arrogant.
Jugglinguy began stomping on the noobs who were paralyzed in fear. This caused them to crunch like dried leaves under his feet, and pools of blood began to flow like a river on the ground. In order to not shoot him, Spec takes control of the turret, and aims it in a different direction, aiding Jugglinguy’s efforts to keep the mass of noobs from reaching the rest of the TGB Army.
Back near the border, Guido swung the banhammer over his head, and smashed it on a noob’s head, which instantly slayed it. Marked in red on its forehead was “BANNED.” After taking a second to pick the banhammer back up again, Guido swung his mighty weapon around in a circle, taking out five other noobs and flamers who had been foolish enough to come too close to him. As Guido was about to take a third swing, he saw Jewpin, and immediately stopped while knocking out a nearby noob who was trying to fiddle with his mech’s circuits. Jewpin stopped, catching his breath, and quickly told Guido about Seth.
“Guido,” panted Jewpin, “SethSquall is fighting the enemy unarmed. He requests the goggles that he left at his house. Can you get Stretchy to transport them here?”
Guido stared at Jewpin for a second, but after realizing that he couldn’t argue in times of war, he agreed. “All right,” Guido answered, “I’ll contact her now. You cover me while I am doing that.”
“Roger.” Jewpin smiled as Guido began creating a Private Thought requesting the transport of Seth’s goggles for Stretchy. He also addressed it to Seth, so that he would know that his goggles were coming. After closing his eyes, Guido sent the PT, and told Jewpin.
“Should I go back to Seth and cover him?” Jewpin asked, ready to get moving once again.
“That won’t be necessary,” Guido said as the noob who had been knocked out came to. Within a second, Guido smashed the banhammer over its head, banning the noob for good.
Meanwhile, Seth was doing the best he could to fist fight with mead against the noobs. However, he wasn’t very experienced, and was beginning to tire out, in spite of taking out more than a dozen noobs. Mead, however, was faring very well. A pile of noobs and flamers laid on the floor, dead, and once every few minutes, mead would toss another victim onto the pile, gradually making it larger and larger. Suddenly a voice echoed in Seth’s head. It was the private thought Guido had sent. After a few seconds, mead noticed Seth smiling, and looked at him questioningly. All Seth said was, “Ownage time.”
Suddenly, a pair of goggles appeared from thin air, and dropped into Seth’s hands. A second Private thought sounded off in his head; this one being from Stretchy.
“Goddamn it, Seth, you need to clean your house more than once a year. It reeks of… ugh. Forget it; just don’t get killed.” And with that, Seth fitted the goggles over his eyes, and power returned back to his body. Grinning, he jumped back about five feet, and located a lone flamer. With but one motion of his right hand, Seth created a vortex in the heart of the flamer, which caused him to implode on himself in a violent and destructive manner.
Although Spec and Jugglinguy’s efforts had stalled the reinforcement’s advance, it was not enough. The enemies broke rank, and Specforces had to retreat in order to avoid being killed. He continued to gun down as many noobs as possible with his machine gun.
Lord_carbo, who had just finished killing off a group of noobs, saw the wave of reinforcements fast approaching. He ran over to Grandiagod, who was currently resting in between waves of noobs. Carbo quickly asked, “Do you have any bombs I could use. It would help me wipe out the advancing wave of noobs.”
Not really caring from being tired, Grandiagod simply reached into his bomb bag, and took out his last firebomb. He handed it to Carbo, and said nothing as he retreated in order to find Jurs, so she could heal and energize him.
Carbo smirked, and immediately applied his power to the bomb. It grew to about ninety times its normal size, and then sat on the ground, idle, and waiting to do its job. The noobs saw this as it was happening, and stared it at in fear. Taking advantage of the fact that their opponents had let their guard down, the TGB Army took the initiative. Tokzic slayed the last flamer, and began to clear the area, roaring to all to retreat and evacuate the area. All but Tibs, and Reaper cleared the area.
Tibs located Reaper, and yelled, “Reaper! I need you to help me ignite the fuse to the bomb! It’s the only way we are going to push the noobs back!”
Reaper understood the nature of the request, and nooded his head. He bent low to the ground as Tibs climbed up his scales, and eventually sat atop Reaper’s head.
“I’m on!” Tibs yelled as Reaper spread out his wings, and took flight. He hovered low to the ground, trying to get Tibs at a good angle to ignite the fuse. As soon as the rope was eye-level with Tibs, he ran to the edge of Reaper’s scaly face, and jumped off, barely making it onto the bomb. Carefully aiming, Tibs sucked in another gigantic breath of air, and shot a gigantic fireball upwards. Part of the rope caught fire, and Tibs felt a gigantic adrenaline rush course through his body as he jumped back onto Reaper’s head.
The two fled as quickly as they could. They located the TGB Army about a mile and a half away on the border, licking what little wounds they had, and landed about a hundred feet away. They could still see the bomb and the fuse, now nearly done burning. It would only be a matter of moments before the bomb went off. The TGB Army would rush as far into Chit Chat as they possibly could, and they would finish their mission with everything they had. Everybody stood together in a moment of pride as all of their hard work began to pay off.
Finally, the bomb exploded with a massive force of energy, heat, and sound as every noob within a mile was obliterated in the blast. Although the approaching blast was scary, Grandia had informed the TGB Army that they would be safe from this distance, so they simply stood and watched as the inferno of justice destroyed everything in its path.
Elsewhere, in an unknown location, Phantom Engler sat upon his throne. A malicious smirk sat on his face, as he listened to the report that the TGB Army was away in Chit Chat, trying to eradicate the noobs within. Upon reaching the end of the report, Phantom Engler laughed. “Perfect,” He said with an exceptionally deep voice, “Send my forces to the Brag Board at once. The time to strike has come. Soon, the world of FlashFlashRevolution will fall by my hand.”
“Yes, my lord.” A framiliar figure said as he turned around, and left the grand hall, his hair and body ablaze.Last edited by GamerShadow; 01-12-2008, 07:18 PM.Note to self Finish.Comment
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Re: FFR: The Phantom Challenge
CH 6, The unbannable Blazze.
Gudio: The Banhammer does nothing!!!!!!11111AAA's = 800
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