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I don't know ether to feel annoyed or amused. I'll take amused! Ahhh there we go...
Strop: wat the hay is he on about? Or on?
Efan: It's being awake at 2:00 am powa! You should try some!
Strop:...
Efan:
Strop: Here take these once every two hours *hands over pills.
Efan: hey lollies! gimme that *snatches
Strop: don't take them all at once!
Efan: ....
Strop: Efan?
Efan: .... wow. I can. see. feel everythiingg!...
someone: What are the side effects Strop?
Strop: *reading* overdose may include hyperactivity, torrets and projectiloe vomiting!
Everyone: oohh FUUUU-...

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The room was a dark grotty affair, one grimy window, one falling apart bed. Efan was the unrecognisable pile of orange fur on the ground, next to the bed. Without warning he sprang up with a start.

"CRAP! "I'm late". Efan grabbed his keys and shoved them into his pockets then pulled on his apron, the apron smearing his tousled fur with last nights vomit and spit. The floors gave their usual creak when he noticed a distinct lack of sound; namely the snoring from all the drunks he "forgot" to force out of the bar room. Efan went and stood behind his usual spot in the bar and waited. And waited. And - "CRASH"! A large red tennis ball broke through the window to his right and landed in he fire place. Having seen too many action movies, Efan soon recognised this as a grenade; or at least he did after the **** thing exploded.

When Efan regained consciousness his left ear heard screams followed by the sounds of deranged laughter. He wiped the grit from his eyes and staggered behind what was now half a bar and tried to make sense of the goings on. After regaining some strength from some nuts and a shot of whiskey he peered outside. The carnage wasn't hard to see as the entire street had been devastated by a lethal assault of mass destuction. There was group of soldiers at the edge of the street laughing, as Efan crept closer he thought: There is only one force that consists mostly of greasy, high pitched teens: NEWGROUNDS. Efan had known that the tension between Armor games and newgrounds had been high for a long time, but they were invading? Glaring at the "soldiers", Efan decided to teach those scrawny punks a lesson. For now more then ever, was a chance for Efan to be a hero, someone of recognition.

It was a total of twenty two minutes before Efan was ready, armed to the teeth in three Molotove cocktails and a medium sized bottle opener, he walked into the street and yelled, "Hey"! "suck on this losers"! Lit a cocktail and threw it, where it was shot out of the air by one of the teens.
"Is that all you've got"!? Yelled one of them, showing of his pathetic cliche.
"**** kids and their first person shooters"! Thought Efan as he fumbled with another one.
As he did so, the newgrounds "soldiers" were wondering what to do. "I think we should shoot him Mikey"! said the youngest.
"Shut up"! "You have to call me by my user name"! Said the eldest, a skinny lad that had clearly never held a weapon before.
"Okay killer awesome dude, do you think we should shoot him"?
A third one piped up: "but we've never shot anyone before"!
"Well this is our chance"! "Come on"

"I'm sure I doused this cloth properly" Efan muttered as he tipped the bottle upside down."There we are" He looks up to see them surrounding him and trying to look menacing.
With a cloud of smoke, a moving blur appears out of nowhere dishing out punches and kicks. Strop appeared with a stressed look upon his face surrounded by the moaning newgrounds soldiers
"This isn't a good time to play hero, I need you to get as many people as you can to the Amusement Park."

Strop
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Thanks, Efan.

I'm currently waiting on some cameos to come in, otherwise I'm ready to continue updating the next installment. Crimson, check your email!

Better get the tissues ready. Just saying.

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Trivia: the content of Round 9, 10 and what happens afterwards is more than the content of Rounds 0 through to 8 combined.

Hectichermit
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I'm currently waiting on some cameos to come in


I am standing by as always...want me to write what my character has been doing in the chaos?
crimsonblade55
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Better get the tissues ready. Just saying.


That could easily have multiple meanings, so lets just assume that your implying that it is going to be sad?
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That could easily have multiple meanings, so lets just assume that your implying that it is going to be sad?


Oh snap, that's a good point.

Yes, I meant sad, I won't stop you from interpreting it other ways but I would think it highly unusual :P

I am standing by as always...want me to write what my character has been doing in the chaos?


Hey, if you're up for it, sure! You've seen the previous assignments.
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So, am I going to be needed soon? It seems like it's getting near the end of the WoM . . . I did finally get the email >_>

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Cool, (I mean Chill) I've got something ready for you which shall be launched at the appropriate time!

Some intermediate entries are coming in, otherwise I'm ready to post my next part. The "tissues required" part.

Efan, I'll be getting you to write another segment soon.

Same goes for you, Hectic!

As for other participants, you'll be required to make a decision in the coming week, I will contact you all by email.

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Hectichermit stood in the shadow of tree lazy deep in thought about a forgotten place, A low echo rippled across his ears as minutes passed the echo grew into a beating thunder until his concentration could no longer ignore the sounds the green vast country around him disappeared in a puff of smoke and a cold dull gray walls of a round room.

The hermit wandered towards the doors of the Imaginarium when a bang shattered the crystal glass entry, a feature there for others to view ones thought projections now scattered into shards across the floor. There stood the simplest crude creatures in the world of Internetland they are everywhere showing off by constantly fighting....Stickmen. The hermit knew of their insidious appetite for battle so he did the one thing they couldn't understand become motionless.

As they stood looking upon Hectichermit their confusion grew into an agitation an angry they infuriated them they charged towards the hermit but as they approached they crossed the Threshold. As the stickmen approached the hermit the world around them grew into a black void, dazed by the sudden changed in the world around them, their sight fell upon a small light in the distance they walked towards it. A pearl sized gem glowing with a soft light one of them picked it up and was attacked by another stickman.

The hermit sat in the shadows watching them hover over the gem one by one, he projected the image of himself onto each stickman right at the moment they saw each other eventually they killed each other from these illusions. The last one picked up the gem from what he thought was the hermit but was actually his friends cold dead body. When his blood stained hands touched the gem the room returned to normal. While the last stickman looked upon his fallen comrades, the hermit thrusted a syringe containing a powerful drug into his back that knocked him out cold. Hectichermit escaped threw the Imaginarium doorway before reinforcements came...

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Sorry for the grammatical errors, I sorta forgot to proofread :P

the third paragraph should read
"As They stood staring at Hectichermit their confusion grew into anger. They charged towards the hermit but as they approach they crossed the threshold of the room. The world around them disappeared into a black void, blinded by the darkness their gaze fell on a small light in the distance. It was a pearl sized gem glowing with soft light, as the stickmen approached it they began to fight each other."

sorry for the double post, and confusing paragraph

Strop
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I'm not sure if communications dropped off but currently I'm waiting on crimsonblade to submit his entry before I post the next episode.

Crimson?

Efan
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Just a reminder, Hectic and I need our entry posted in your archive? Just trying to be helpfull

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ok so I will go ahead and post then:

Round 10 part 3: Timothy 6:10

When Crimson arrived to the bank, the situation was worse then he had expected. The area had been completely captured and fortified by raiders and trolls. At this moment in time he realized that he could do nothing more here, and that his abilities would best be served elsewhere, but before he took off, he saw in the corner of his eye two people standing on a rooftop, on the opposite side of the courtyard in front of the bank. He pulled out what could be described as a teleportation spell, and with what looked like a gang sign he appeared slightly in the air behind them, falling then immediately toppling across a number ceiling tiles, before being grabbed by his throat.
"Whose are you!" the burly one assertively whispered.
"well actually I was wondering the same about you bu-" Crimson tried to explain.
"Just tell me who you are!" she demanded abruptly.
"Crimson, Wood King" he answered.
"A veteran eh?" she said as she let go of him.
"If that's what you want to call me." he stated, adding" If I'm not mistaken you two must be AsherLee and DragonMistress then?"
"What gave us away?" AsherLee asked.Crimson couldn't tell whether she was being sarcastic or not, so he responded anyways.
"last time I checked 8 foot tall women and dominatrix's are in short supply around here"
"How about we save the introductions for later?" DragonMistress interjected, gazing at the army below them.

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Efan: Everything's ready to store in the archive when the time comes!

Adding finishing touches to the next installment today.

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