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Posted Sep 4, '09 at 7:19am

Cenere

Cenere

12,941 posts

Knight

Stropaholic, I think it is time for the next part...

 

Posted Sep 4, '09 at 10:23am

Gametesta

Gametesta

1,626 posts

Stropaholic, I think it is time for the next part...

bum bum bum.....
Sounds exciting.

 

Posted Sep 4, '09 at 12:27pm

Strop

Strop

10,824 posts

Moderator

Yep, I agree. We've now reached the limit of those who have sent in the forms... the others we are trying to contact but...OH WAIT.

Here's Klaus' form:

1) my emote would be the duck :\\/

2) Soft Ice Cream Vanilla and Strawberry Swirl

3) I don't wear shoes, because of an accident involving an airline bathroom, I still have this scar as a memory of that...

4) I would fall asleep and dream of cake. And force strop to share his.

5) "THIS IS FOR LITTLE BOYS WHO THINK THEY ARE GAY BECAUSE THEY GET BONERS SOMETIMES"   

 

Posted Sep 4, '09 at 12:33pm

Strop

Strop

10,824 posts

Moderator

Some time after the Opening Ceremony

A veil of dust hung over the library shelves, blanketing the rows upon rows of unread volumes, their contents a mystery, and likely to remain that way, for they were in such condition that if one were to pick them up they were likely to collapse into dust themselves. This was a corner of the Library & Archives where nobody, especially not the narcoleptic Kingryan, would ever tread.

Except one particular by the name of Cenere. With librarian blood flowing through his veins, Cenere somehow lived on the smell of musty books and faded carpet, so often, as an addict goes back to their syringe or as a hog goes back to its own excrement, did Cenere come back to the library, the one of a rare handful.

This time, though, as he shuffled past the shelves, musing on how the light filtered down to these dark corners, he noticed a darker-than-usual shadow. Peering further, he noticed it was moving. After wiping his glasses from the dust and grime that had accumulated, he saw...

http://i428.photobucket.com/albums/qq1/Cerene_Cerine/ambush7.jpg

...a familiar ninja horse sitting at a card table, tossing slips of paper into two bins.

Cenere coughed. "What are you doing, Strop?"

There was no reply for a moment, then Strop broke out of his trance with a startled whinney. "Oh! I'm... going through the registration forms." He ranted on: "Can you believe it? All these victestants are either boring, or they're crazy! I haven't come across a single set of answers that I would consider moderator material!"

Cenere was suddenly bombarded with unpleasant memories of having to process several hundred impatient people on a hot Summer's mid-afternoon with a headache while wearing a stuffy three-piece suit. He was then suddenly subjected to an overwhelming urge to throttle Strop, but figured he would probably die if he did so, and somehow suppressed it.

"Also, did you know that more than half the victestants don't wear underwear? I never knew we had such a high proportion of commandos in this town. Creepy."

"Better than what you- uh, so... what kind of answers would you consider mod material?"

Strop blinked. "I don't know."

Cenere facepalmed.

Now we would like you to post the information about your location!

 

Posted Sep 4, '09 at 1:24pm

Xzeno

Xzeno

2,082 posts

Setting: The Tavern.

What Leon is doing there: Leon would be drinking (I doubt they sell
alcoholic beverages in the AG tavern, which is fine: Leon's favorite
drink is water.) and talking at people. This would include telling
stories of his adventures to anyone who'll listen (read: no one),
trying to sell jewelry, trying to start fights and hitting on
everything that smells vaguely female. After a few minutes, Leon would begin systematically talking to everyone in the Tavern, trying to find out if they need anything found, lost or killed.

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Boring or crazy? Sounds like the mods to me! 'Sept the boring part.

 

Posted Sep 4, '09 at 1:26pm

Pixie214

Pixie214

4,803 posts

Location: the Amusement Park

'And I love to live so pleasantly, Live this life of luxury, Lazing on a sunny afternoon.'. I have everything I could ever want in my castle. Beautiful tapestries and painings adorn my walls but there is nothing quite like finding a quiet spot in the Amusement Park (as hard as that can be sometimes it is worth it). I've been listening to my Zen for the past few hours in the bough of this tree, the beautiul melodies running through my mind. At least the songs have taken my mind of that competition "thing" I signed up for. It has been weeks and I haven't heard a word. No, I can't think of that now; I just need to clear my mind and drift off intot he music. Luckily this tree is away fromt he hubbub of the city or the busier parts of the park, though I can still hear the faint roars from the jousting arena. But that is just about drowned out by the serene sound of the flowing river.  The tree I'm in is very old (I'm pretty sure it is oak). Knots run up the park like eyes and the branches twist in and out of each other. Below me the flowers so trampled by some users look so pretty and bright while above me the glowing sun makes the clouds look  iridescent. I love it here. I can see most of the city, I can (more importanly) see my house. Plus it is only a short walk away if I see anything untoward going on. Shame I can't see the amphitheate much (at least fromt his branch) I assume the contest.... no I have to clear my mind and just relax....

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I am very scared about the coming rounds but I hope this location is good enough.

 

Posted Sep 4, '09 at 2:14pm

crimsonblade55

crimsonblade55

4,349 posts

Boring or crazy? Sounds like the mods to me! 'Sept the boring part.

No to me there are some boring mods, and there used to be even more of them from what I can remember of them, but the ones you see in this section are for the most part more on the crazy side, which confuses me as to why neither would be mod material. Well not going to argue with the try to argue with a story too much more then. Anyways....
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Location: Community Hall

Trying to keep updated on other contests that are going on including the Art Comp he had just recently won for that week. He also had plans on going over to the Imaginirium afterwords but got too caught up in some of the entries to the Art comp this week, and decided to stick around this area to see if anymore might be submitted soon. He couldn't care less about the WoM tournament as of that time since nothing was going on with it that he had heard of, and when it did he knew he would be ready. So he just listened to the techno music coming from the Pandora "magic" radio sitting next to him. He saw someone enter hoping they were there concerning the WoM or to enter an art piece, but that person was just there to comment on an art piece that had already been entered. Another entered but this time to enter into a poem to its corresponding contest. All he was waiting for was either an art piece or for something to happen concerning the WoM. Another entered, but this time to comment on that last poem that was entered.
"This may take awhile"...

 

Posted Sep 4, '09 at 5:00pm

zlith

zlith

334 posts

Hooray for story format...I was bored.

Location: Cathedral

Moderator business, now leave me alone

After the introduction at the amphitheater (and filling out a ridiculous form with very serious answers) I went to a place where I was requested. Where could this be you ask?

"Why do those religous freaks want to see me?"

"Maybe they want you dead? I do rest inside you."

I stopped walking when I heard it say that, after all the Possessor never tried to help me before.

I smiled and said, "Or...or maybe they don't want you in control."

"Lies they all hate you, do not fall for their trap!"

I heard the fear in the Possessor's voice so I ran toward the cathedral as fast as I could.

As I came closer I heard it say, "STOP! Please! ... You give me no CHOICE."

At that my vision started to blur and I felt, drained, like I would never feel anything again. I had to stop it from stealing my streangth, so I stumbled into the cathedral. To find instant relief? No, I found 20 monks all staring at me with scorn on their faces.

"Speak demon! Why are you here, tell us before we kill you!"

I stuttered out, "Someone t-t-told me you sssent for me."

"None of us would DARE invite in the likes of you!"

I didn't know what to say so after much mumbling I said the first thing that came to mind (even if it wasn't exactly true), "M-moderator business, now l-leave me alone."

Why would someone make up a lie like that? Could it have something to do with the trials? No...I think?

They whispered to each other than the leader of them came up and said, "The only reason you are still alive is because if we killed you we would be breaking the commandment 'Respect all Moderators, Admins, and those they send.' now get away from the shrine of McNeely. I know it pains you anyway."

I managed to say, "The shrine does not pain me, in fact I am a strong believer in McNeely. The Possessor, or 'demon' is what is hurt. I am not evil I've just inherited, more than physical possessions from my ancestors," I thought I might as well take the trial here seeing as I am so weak, "Can you wake me when the trials start?" right before I passed out.

 

Posted Sep 4, '09 at 5:54pm

Xzeno

Xzeno

2,082 posts

No to me there are some boring mods[...]

Well... I was kinda kidding. To be honest, AG's mods are pretty much normal people. They have their quirks, but no more than anyone else.

 

Posted Sep 4, '09 at 5:56pm

thoadthetoad

thoadthetoad

5,439 posts

Location: Thoad's Hidey Hole
Full story:
  I watched in awe as the fireworks burst in the sky and the music played. Carlie walked out on the stage and talked, with thunderous applause just by seeing her. I wasn't very impressed with her standing there. So I didn't really get why everyone roared. Must have been some brown-nosing. "That's not how the mod's will be picked this time, guys..." I thought, wanting to mumble it under my breathe. She said what she needed and Strop made an eyecatching flip onto the stage. "Showoff..." I mumbled, kicking some dirt.
  Looking around at the completely full seats, I stared at the few different members who also were not able to get a seat, standing in the stairway or sitting on the floor of the stairs. People tracked in a lot of dirt.. He made a speech and let- "Hey! That's Cenere!" I randomly yelled, despite me being loud I'm pretty sure no one could hear me. Whether or not they were excited or just tuning the whole thing out.
  I heard something about registration, and immediatly broke into a run towards the stage, jumping over people and falling down (getting trampled almost right after). I would feel bad for anyone who fell down and stayed down. Gotten into something of a line, I got to Cen, saying a greeting and happily taking the paperwork.. Filling out what I needed, I gave back back the paperwork along with a slip.
**SEE SLIP**
  +++
  "Finally, I'm registered for the Way of Moderation and I'm ready to... go back to boring AG life again...." sudden realisation that it could be several weeks until I was able to get to the first round. If there was one, that is.
  After getting a bag of beef jerky from the market, I went to a special hidey hole for about the rest of the day. Located in the Residential area of ArmorLand, it was only acsessed via small tunnel near rank #213879. It bursted up in a smal, brightly colored clearing among haunted slum buildings. No sunlight was to be seen, though. I had brought a rare kind of mushroom only found near the otherworldly games. I had taken a glowing crystal made from the great art of programming and mixed it with mushroom spores. Making a "Glowshroom".
  The Glowshrooms shined brightly as a few ghost accounts fluttered in between closed windows through the clearing. The clearing had a few bugs and snails, but otherwise not much life was to be seen. Probably because nothing liked teh ghost accounts that haunted this area. I strode towards the middle of the clearing, watering a little plant growing there. "This tree is going to make the cherry on top of the cake around here..." I said, smiling brightly.
  Sitting down on the moist grass, I looked up at the buildings around me. Only a manhole-cover sized hole was in the mass, but that was only able to give light at a certain time of day. The glowshrooms were probably what was able to get most of the light the plant needed, but maybe I will open a bit of the hole in the ceiling of the clearing. "Peaceful...." I mumbled, laying down.

Location only:
  "Finally, I'm registered for the Way of Moderation and I'm ready to... go back to boring AG life again...." sudden realisation that it could be several weeks until I was able to get to the first round. If there was one, that is.
  After getting a bag of beef jerky from the market, I went to a special hidey hole for about the rest of the day. Located in the Residential area of ArmorLand, it was only acsessed via small tunnel near rank #213879. It bursted up in a smal, brightly colored clearing among haunted slum buildings. No sunlight was to be seen, though. I had brought a rare kind of mushroom only found near the otherworldly games. I had taken a glowing crystal made from the great art of programming and mixed it with mushroom spores. Making a "Glowshroom".
  The Glowshrooms shined brightly as a few ghost accounts fluttered in between closed windows through the clearing. The clearing had a few bugs and snails, but otherwise not much life was to be seen. Probably because nothing liked teh ghost accounts that haunted this area. I strode towards the middle of the clearing, watering a little plant growing there. "This tree is going to make the cherry on top of the cake around here..." I said, smiling brightly.
  Sitting down on the moist grass, I looked up at the buildings around me. Only a manhole-cover sized hole was in the mass, but that was only able to give light at a certain time of day. The glowshrooms were probably what was able to get most of the light the plant needed, but maybe I will open a bit of the hole in the ceiling of the clearing. "Peaceful...." I mumbled, laying down.

 
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