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The Way of Moderation: omg an update (page 557)
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Posted Sep 29, '10 at 9:48pm
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until they become bird killing cats. |
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Posted Sep 29, '10 at 10:08pm
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Never say 'back to the topic' in the AMW. It's a paradox. |
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Posted Sep 30, '10 at 2:01am
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lol.. |
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Posted Oct 3, '10 at 4:44am
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WHAT TO EXPECT from the next segments of story: Devoidless tricks Dank into saying something vaguely homoerotic. Cen's run of horrible luck continues, Strop tries to cheer him up. And fails. Much to Zophia's amusement. THE MYSTERIOUS WOMEN. See Strop get strangled by his own Strop-on! Nekkid Strip. Cen disapproves. THEY ARGUE!!! Leon McAcid saves the day, or does he!? |
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Posted Oct 3, '10 at 5:10am
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So I'm assuming we have to sign up somewhere else to see this next segment...providing our credit card details to prove that we're over 18? Hmmm... |
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Posted Oct 5, '10 at 12:40pm
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So. I just finished writing what is officially the biggest scene in the WoM. It comes in at 10167 words, which is 235 more than Xzeno and Crimsonblade's massive semifinals entry. I'm considering making it a "chapter" on its own, seeing as it brings to a head a few ongoing strands in the story. This is why I've been taking so long. You can blame Xzeno for thinking up the prank he did at the end of the Rap Battle. But it has quite a few characters featuring in it, I hope you take the time to read it when I post it. Now there's just a handful of short snippets, and we'll BE READY TO GOOOOOOOOO! |
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Posted Oct 9, '10 at 1:44pm
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Part Nine and a Half: Doctor Pony and Mister Leon Strop almost tripped over a dozing hyena as he entered the room. After taking a moment to regain his composure, he turned to the hyena man. |
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Posted Oct 9, '10 at 11:09pm
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Woohoo, thanks xzeno, here we gooooo! --- Truth and Consequence It was only when Strop had walked out of the room, shed his doctorly apparel, and poofed back into his room that his hands started shaking. At first, he wondered whether it was from the sheer exhaustion from the previous night. After all, he hadn't slept since the morning of that crazy semi-final round, and had spent all night getting the three injured victestants to a stable condition. In a single brief moment, he wondered in what kind of state of disrepair the castle hall would be in. No matter, there was something far more pressing, more terrifying even, to consider. This Way of Moderation tournament. While it was fun and games (at least to him) for the most part, as things drew closer and closer to that point of no return, it was clear that things were getting away from him. That was to say, Leon McAcid, that unknown entity, seemed to loom large and unpredictable over the future of ArmorGames itself. Who would have thought that something like him would so closely resemble something like Strop, and yet be so different? "What are your motives?" Strop had hoped, prayed even, that he was simply like the rest, those who wanted to achieve something and to do something, those he could safely say were not of the Way of Moderation. Yet he had forgotten to consider what might happen were somebody to simply walk in and take the future as it came, as he had always secretly hoped would happen but never expected from any of the candidates. Worse, he had forgotten to consider what might happen if that were the case... and that Zen-like nihilism were to be coupled with a predilection for wanton destruction. What was good, or evil? Could it be any different from what he had been doing, destroying parts of the city in vast swathes of collateral damage in a quest that quite possibly had no meaningful result? Strop wondered why he had not thought of this angle before, yet it seemed so familiar to him. As if somebody else had been telling him all along... but he couldn't quite place it. All he knew was that somewhere in there, was the reason his hands were shaking so. Holding the weight of the expectations of a city's people in them, it was little wonder they could not be steady at the prospect of being obligated to induct a villain to authority. Wait, this was surely too hasty. After all, Leon was hardly the most villanous of the lineup of moderators. The capricious Devoidless, for example, what of his burninating ways? How was it that they were somehow able to be mediated to something acceptable? This too was too hasty, seeing as Crimson, as incapacitated as he was now, was still in the finals. There was still hope yet, for Crimson was diligent and of everybody the one who would always prepare... Strop frowned at himself for his lack of perspective. At the very least, he could practice what he preached and deal with things as they came, as opposed to get in a flap about that which had not happened yet. Strop flopped back on his bed, too tired to even drag the doona over him. Yes, that's how he'd approach the coming days. Just then an envelope bearing a wax seal fluttered through the window and landed on his nose. He picked it off and tore it open. "You are hereby summoned to the Armor City Courts of Great Justice to stand trial for the attempted murder of the user Chill-" Alas, he had spoken too soon again. |
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Posted Oct 9, '10 at 11:23pm
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xzenos's was very entertaining. |
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Posted Oct 10, '10 at 9:45am
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This is Cenere's part. It deserves its own post, despite its brevity. I've also tacked a soundtrack to it. Fandens for en dag Alternative title: des pas sur la neige "Cen?" Zophia stopped in front of him, starring worried at the cold and slightly snow covered form sitting on a bench. "Are you okay?" "She left..." He mumbled hoarsely without looking up at her, or looking at her at all. She frowned, took his icy hands and pulled him up, nudging and mumbling soothing words as she lead him to his apartment. |
