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Posted Nov 11, '10 at 12:43am

Strop

Strop

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Oh yeah, I didn't clarify that by "last day of med school" I meant "of hospital-based training only". Cen's obviously read my about (and I told him about the exams too), but I've apparently neglected to update you guys about that here. Oops.

No I'm not going to neglect the WoM! I'm committed to getting us all through!

But yeah. I just finished one exam today, I have one more exam tomorrow, and one on Tuesday. Tonight's the most difficult night to get through, because tomorrow I will be required to demonstrate that I know how to save lives, and if I do that wrong I fail. So there'll be nothing from me tonight, but starting tomorrow night I'll definitely get up to date with everybody, finish working on my own segment and we'll go from there (Tuesday exam is impossible to cram for, the revision will be much lighter and steadier).

Also hayfever season really blows hard this year :|

ask strop. I had a field night with him critisizing my entry. I gave the revision'd entry a while ago, but Strop never got back to me on whether or not it was acceptable.

For real? I swore I sent a reply saying yes go ahead and post it... Hang tight and lemme check first.

Also Hermit: I'll get you a description as soon as I can.

Okay? Hang tight for another day. Then I'll touch base with everybody.

 

Posted Nov 11, '10 at 8:20am

Cenere

Cenere

12,941 posts

Knight

Woah. Where did this come from and who is saying it to whom?!

Well, no one cared to tell me, so I had to do that myself.

 

Posted Nov 11, '10 at 11:24am

thoadthetoad

thoadthetoad

5,439 posts

so I had to do that myself.

Cenny, you should know that lying to yourself is never good.

Now I understand why Strop hasn't been on. Thanks you.

 

Posted Nov 11, '10 at 12:30pm

Cenere

Cenere

12,941 posts

Knight

Cenny, you should know that lying to yourself is never good.

Nobody said the opposite either.

Also, didn't I... Nevermind.

 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 2:21am

Strop

Strop

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Moderator

Okay, if I could have responses from everybody on the last communication entered between themselves and we hosts (Cen and I), that'd be awesome.

Now that I have just one exam left and I've decided it'd be best to approach it with 'leisurely' revision instead of cram, I'm working on my part now, hopefully will release the next task in the next couple of days.

 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 3:07am

thoadthetoad

thoadthetoad

5,439 posts

Okay, if I could have responses from everybody on the last communication entered between themselves and we hosts (Cen and I), that'd be awesome.

Id' love to. Where's your response to the last piece i sent you?

 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 3:54am

Strop

Strop

10,822 posts

Moderator

Check your email, Thoad, I've just sent one through.

 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 4:41am

thoadthetoad

thoadthetoad

5,439 posts

Thoad awoke from yet another nightmare. Whenever he tried to sleep he was constantly reminded on how he had lost. False memories of armorgames users laughing at him as he lay unconscious on the floor haunted his dreams. The light from his broom closet porthole came into the world again. Thoad felt his sorrow once more and put his hand on his forehead.

“You know, you actually did good out there,” said a nurse who came to check on Thoad’s IV. “I know that I’m just a faceless user to you,” She looked up and smiled at Thoad. A girl on the internet? On Armorgames of all places? Absurd. Her face was cute, it had dimples and was fairly pale in the face. Her hair was of a dark brown, slightly more brown than Thoad’s. Her eyes were a warm hazel and her voice swam through the air in a graceful and beautiful fashion. To be complimented from such a beauty was an honor to Thoad.

Then Thoad’s sense of “reality” came back to him. “You’re kidding, right? I lost. I lost. That was my only-" he was cut off by the lady.

“That doesn’t matter. Think of what you’ve done. Think of your handicaps. You’re inexperienced and fairly scrawny, yet with wit and with enthusiasm, you got to the semi-freaking-finals. Most people were eliminated in the very first round.” She started strong, but after she said “freaking” she became a little bit more quiet. Thoad found it apparent

Thoad looked downward, trying to take it all in. He sighed an appreciatively started to say that the nurse had helped him, but was quickly cut off. The nurse anticipated Thoad, thinking that he would protest and say otherwise, being stubborn as he usually is.

“Now you listen here, you should be thankful you’re as good as you are. Believe it or not, I bet you could be a mod, if you really set your mind to it, and became more mature-" This time, she was cut off by Thoad.

“Hey, I got the message. You’re right, I should be impressed by what I’ve done so far. I’m not being thankful to myself enough, I’m sorry,” Thoad said in defeat to the nurse. An awkward silence fell over the small broom closet that Strop improvised into a care unit. “So, what’s your name, lovely nurse?”

“Just call me Rose. It’s nice to see an AG celebrity. Though not in this condition…” she told him. Thoad was flattered from the statement, and looked the other way for the time. He couldn’t help but to stare at her chest as any horny teenager would do. He tried his best to be polite, but it ended up being in vain. Thankfully she didn’t notice.

Then, another nurse, blonde with blue eyes burst into the door, “ROSE!” she screamed, “NewGrounders have broken through the gates! They speak of flaming and destruction! What are we to do?”

Nurse Rose stood there and put her delicate hand on her chin. She grumbled, as she wasn’t too great in survival situations. Thoad was already up and pulling his I.V. along outside the door. “Barricade all windows, use tables or beds to cover the bulk of them and use some form of sturdy triangle to wedge them in. I’ll gather some suitable tables and beds in order to make a wall for our last stand. I’ll be setting up tripwires and pitfalls in the mean-time. I’ve met NewGrounders before. They’re either full of themselves ore they’re stupid as hell. Or a little of both,” Thoad was caught in his Zombie Survivor Trance mode. Speaking only of possible strategies and what everyone should do, their best weapon provided the situation, etc. Thankfully ArmorHospital was devoid of all life save for 5 nurses, 4 of which were female, and Thoad.

He marked a big red X on the places he wanted pitfalls. The pitfalls were made mostly by him, his sweat poured into his eyes, but he didn’t care. The ill zombie slayer’s head-flap had flopped about and slapped at his brains. He tried his best to ignore it as he continued digging with a jerry-rigged shovel made of boards and a mop. The pitfalls weren’t deep whatsoever, not any more than 3 feet. But it would be more than enough to stop any floods of AgnryFaices that may invade. The main concern was the front door. The traps were set, Thoad’s eyes were filled with sweat + eyes induced tears, and all the windows had been barricaded in Thoad’s fashion.

“Okay, now I need a ranged weapon. Get me onto the roof and-" Thoad was cut off by Rose. She was starting to annoy him, for whatever reason, Thoad liked it..

“Thoad, all of your weapons have no ammo, you need to rest anywa.-“ Rose was cut off by Thoad. It was starting to turn into a chain of cutting off.

“But surely I-" Thoad continued, but was cut off by Rose once more.

“No, get in your bed. you have to rest.” She told him. She even had the gall to point a finger as she said it. Thoad grudgingly accepted, knowing that if he persisted Rose would have likely been more focused on her nursing duties rather than dodging the imminent flames the Newgrounds Users would bring.

So Thoad sat there in his bed, staring up at the concrete ceiling, waiting for the flames. The NewGroundians should have already gotten there, but the hospital was still as always. Thoad went out to investigate. The 5 nurses were staring at the door, waiting for the moment. Rose noticed Thoad and her nursing alarm went off. Rose ran towards the only awake patient, flailing her arms about.

“I SAID GOTOBED, WE’LL HANDLE IT!!!” Rose yelled. Thoad was tired due to lack of sleep, and didn’t respond. Rose continued to flail around and such when a thumping was heard on the ArmorHospital.

“They’re here; do you know what to do, Rose?” Thoad wanted to prove his point by using the “****’s hitting the fan and your head is up your ass” tactic. Rose calmed down and stood there. She was still thinking when the front door burst open. A newgroundian burst in, the unlucky sucker to have to take point. The look of it was horrendous. It looked like a mix between trollkin and new***. It’s constant “dat*ss” face was green and had horns in places they shouldn’t be. Brass piercings in the eyelids, horns on the bottom lip, nothing about it looked right. Oh, and of course the new*** just HAD to have a boner in its pants at all times.

Rose automatically let out an “EWWWW”, and the other 3 nurses followed suit. Thoad went into Survivor Mode, and told the one male nurse to get something blunt and heavy for Thoad. While he was doing this, the first trap was set off. The (currently unused) water heater swung on a chain towards the front door. The first Newgroundian made an odd noise. It was a mix between “oof!” and a “GRAKLFKALFKL”. Its body was thrown out the frond door.

A screech of a hundred Newgroundians was to be heard. A horrendous combination of sounds, claws grinding on metal, nails on a chalkboard, screes from octopi, and the sound of a kitten in a blender were heard from the area around the ArmorHospital. Thoad was starting to get a bit ecstatic, almost brave. “SH*T JUST GO REAL, YO!” he yelled, picking up a rock as a temporary weapon.

At least 10 more Newgroundians swarmed through the door. Their gnarling mouths spat bodily liquids all over the floor. The first trap slowed them down a bit- the boiler was in their way- and the second trap was set off. Probably one of the simplest traps in the book had been one of the most effective. The trap was nothing more than a simple metal tripwire. For the weaker newgroundians, the wire had managed to cut off some of their feet, leaving the poor sods writhing in pain and blood on the floor. Luckily, they were in a hospital.

The next trap was set off. They were still a great deal away from the barricaded hall where Thoad and the other nurses was holding out. The third trap was a pitfall. Still only about 3-4 feet deep, it could only keep the weakest inside. The newgroundians who had their feet cut off were starting to recuperate, and crawled away, defeated. The nurses regretted not jumping into the fray to help them, but it was unlikely they were going to die anyway. The pitfall worked in tripping a few of the taller ones, and the smaller newgroundians managed to fall into the pit. Some had the enthusiasm and valor to climb out, but most stayed in and sat defeated. By this time, the male nurse managed to get a big metal rod from a hospital bed to come off. It flew towards Thoad.

The fourth and the fifth traps were pitfalls as well, and were working about as well as the last one. During this time, Thoad was able to think about what he’d do once they got to their current position. Would he fall back? Would he fight them off while the others worked upon barricading a position? There weren’t many options for a non-mod. All he could do is incapacitate or divert the flow of the Newgroundians. He scratched his chin. He’d have to try and divert them for now.

“Rose!” Thoad called, for one reason or another, she gave her full attention to him. “Get the rest of the nurses to my quarters, Tell them to barricade themselves in. I am fairly sure they don’t really know how to fight,” Thoad turned toward the only male nurse, “Do you know how to fight?” He nodded and didn’t say a word. He picked up a few rocks.

Rose crossed her arms and asked in a snide tone, “And exactly what makes you think that I can fight?!”

Thoad smiled warmly and told her, “Well, with a physique and face as beautiful as yours, you must have fought off a large amount of suitors.” Rose responded with a scrunched up blushing face. “Your silence is a confirmation,” he looked the other way and started in a mind-debate. The one thing he learned from Newgrounds may have been his savior.

The pitfalls had been filled by the weaker Newgroundians, and only 25 or so of them were left. Or at least, only 25 were in view of Thoad, Rose, and the faceless male nurse. The remaining 25 were even uglier than the rest. Their brass jewelry had been gold, and they wore garbage whistles around their necks. For whatever reason, they constantly had the whistles in their mouths, blowing furiously. There was only a fragment of the human side which was left. It was likely the fake lump that was in their pants.

Finally, the last trap was set off. Thoad wasn’t exactly proud of this trap, but it was his best bet on weakening the strongest Newgroundians to a beatable level of troll. It was a custom flame-trap. They were difficult to make in order to affect Newgroundians. Thoad had spent many hours in the forums of Newgrounds, and tried his best not to show it. This flame trap was a horrible construct in which came from those days of sorrow and flaming. Blue flames bursted from the trap’s nozzles, coating the Newgroundians with insults and belittling phrases. Their nails-on-a-chalkboard screeches filled the halls of ArmorHospital.

Thoad used the pole from the bed to smash at the ground, causing a cracked, usable tile to form. Picking it up, Thoad closed his eyes and thought of an insult. The tile became warm to the touch, a simple “Your mother” would be a decent finisher. The zombie slayer brought the tile behind him, when it suddenly burst into an incredible white flame. The heat was too much, and he dropped it.

“Let me handle the flaming, noobsauce,” Rose said to the zombie slayer. She picked up the tile and chucked it at a Newgroundian. The flame trap was out of insults by now, and they were starting to proceed down the remaining feet of the hall. The tile hit the Newgroundian in the face, and his feelings here hurt beyond any repair. Not even “You’re the best around” could possibly make him feel better. He cried and ran out the door.

Rose gave a smug smile and said to Thoad, “Now then, don’t make me do that to YOU” The boy with half a head hung his head and got the message. The male nurse seemed to have been the only person with enough sense to actually remember the other four Newgroundians going in on their position.

“Guys, I would appreciate it if you guys STOPPED BEING STUPID, and actually GOT THESE GUYS OUT OF HERE,” the male nurse called to them. He had made his own red-flamed rock, and chucked it at the Newgrounds users. A direct hit to the left leg didn’t do much in order to defeat it.

Rose continued to chuck her white-flame rocks at the users, and the male nurse was doing what he could. Thoad was thinking on what to do next. He ducked under a table which he was using as cover. He pushed it onward towards the Newgrounds users, hoping they would be dumb enough not to use their long-ranged flames. The heat of the battle became stronger, and Thoad almost wanted to cry due to the heat. A single white flame was going to be all that he needed to fend off the Newgroundians. One last flame would be able to take them all out. Thoad crafted one last insult, an insult so cold that Thoad hated himself for making it. He endowed his metal rod with the flame.

With one final yell, he jumped from behind the table. He was met with heat from all sides. The Newgroundians began shooting their own blue-yellow flames at Thoad. The metal rod flew through the flames, and hit the Newgroundians on the head. The final 2 which were not hit were quickly dispatched by the male nurse and Rose.

They ran, falling several times on the way out. Thoad smiled warmly and slowly walked back to Rose. “Right then. I’m going to go lay down,” He told her. He straightened up as he remembered something. His safe place- the clearing with the Tangleroot tree and the glowshrooms was in danger!

“I have to go!” Thoad shouted, running past the pitfalls and the tripwire with precision. He had to go and find his special place again. Hopefully it wasn’t totally destroyed. Rose gasped and dashed ater him. Thoad was too headstrong, too focused in order to not think about getting to his safe place. He completely ignored any and all of the Newgroundians in the streets, and Rose barely managed to keep up.

All during so, she would call out to Thoad, “Wait! Wait Thoad! YOU DON’T HAVE HALF OF YOUR HEAD!”

 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 6:44am

kingryan

kingryan

4,164 posts

Okay, if I could have responses from everybody on the last communication entered between themselves and we hosts (Cen and I), that'd be awesome.

Just fired an email in your direction, let's get this thing finished!

 

Posted Nov 13, '10 at 8:56am

Xzeno

Xzeno

2,082 posts

Okay, if I could have responses from everybody on the last communication entered between themselves and we hosts (Cen and I), that'd be awesome.

What Thoad said. If you emailed me, I didn't receive it.

 
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