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ok ty for makeing

Uh... did you ask these people for permission to be in the story before you wrote it?

Anyways, it seems good so far.

Uh... did you ask these people for permission to be in the story before you wrote it?

The Adventures Of Armorgames: The Search
Chapter 2: A Slaying

Nico sighed. He hated chariot travel. The ride was bumpy, and every turn made it feel like he would fall right out. They gripped their stamped AG passcards. They had arrived in ArmorGames land about an hour ago, and had since been riding from town to town searching for the creature. Because, you see, ArmorGamian Dragons aren't always dragons: that's just what the citizens of ArmorGames call them. This particular one had been made entirely of metal, very thin, and had spikes on the top of his head. It was named Wiliex. But once they located Wiliex they had to get a Slayer's License from a Moderator to attack it. Rion tried to start a friendly conversation with the chariot driver, but the elderly man craned his neck and gave Rion such a look he clamped his mouth shut.
"I can't wait until we reach civilization," said Rion. He used his red bandanna to wipe the sweat off his forehead: it was really hot in ArmorGames.
" No joke," muttered Nico, grimacing as they went over a particularly jolting bump. The young hero, who definitely had his mettle, felt sick. He'd almost prefer riding a bucking rhino; and he'd had experience in that field. Finally, they reached the capital of ArmorGames: Help Forum. The driver stopped the chariot abruptly and the daring duo got out. As they walked by, they admired the beautiful stickied thread buildings. But they went straight to the Contact thread building, the largest in town. There they were greeted by Hammy, a slightly tanned Moderator with a guitar slung over his back.
"Hi. I'm Rion Fangblade, that's Nico, and we'd like to get a Slayer's License," said Rion, extending his hand to shake and offering a friendly smile. It was ignored by Hammy, who walked them briskly over to a wooden bench and indicated for them to sit.
"We'll need to have you go through an evaluation for the Slayer's License. That'll probably last about a day or two, so you'll be getting a tavern room with other would-be heroes. Until then, sit here and I'll tell the other Mods," Hammy instructed, then walked away, strumming lightly on his guitar.

A few hours later, Nico and Rion were sitting in a crusty room with three wannabe heroes. Nico shook his head impatiently.
"I'm going out to stretch my legs," he said to the group, and added to Rion in an undertone "And get away from the noobs." Rion got up to join him, grabbing his broadsword on the way, and they walked out of the tavern. Suddenly, they saw a young child lying on the ground. Several large sword slashes were present on his chest. Rion shouted for help and ran over to the chariot driver, who was covered in scarlet pools of blood. He put on hand on his neck to check his pulse. Nico looked at him anxiously. Rion bowed his head.
"Nothing," he said. Suddenly, a member of the Moderators: Papi, the youngest and lightest on his feet, came running over. Papi got in a combat stance.
"What did you do to that child?" he demanded.
"Nothing!" said Nico "We went out for a while to stretch our legs and we found him!"
" A likely story," Papi said sarcastically "So why is there blood on your hands?"
"How would you know? You're blind," said Rion, getting angry. He and Nico had done nothing!
" I can see more than you know. Now, why do you have blood on your hands?!" exclaimed Papi.
"Rion checked his pulse," Nico explained.
"Of course he did," snapped Papi sarcastically. "You're both murderers and liars and you're going to come with me. You're in trouble." Rion and Nico glanced at each other nervously. Should they fight him? Or should they allow themselves to be taken? What had happened here?

Not bad, not bad at all.
Typical of you to be god

Your a good writer

Lol well what can I do? I only am going to have about 2 cameo appearances though, and you've already seen one of them.
And thank you.

Stories like these usually turn out to be 90% dialogue :/

Really? Hmm.

I am hoping to see a mention of this in the next edition of the A.G. newspaper.

Suggest it to whoever is running the AMW section.

I would but there is no one running AMW lol.

I guess TSL3 took over that section than, ask him.

The Adventures Of Armorgames: The Search
Chapter 3: A Dark Revelation

Shank crept quietly up on the child. His dark gray pelt blended well with the cobblestones, and the child never knew what hit him. Shank pounced and bit him hard on the back of the neck. This put the child into unconsciousness. Shank used his sharp, long, deadly claws, slashing at the boy's chest. Soon, blood was welling out of the wounds and Shank could not hear the steady rise and fall of human breathing. He shook the blood off his pelt, splattering scarlet droplets everywhere. He then sped into the shadows and left to report to his master.

"So, Shank...the mission was successful," said his master, his face concealed by his long black hood and the dark shadows.
"Yes, master," growled Shank, licking his paws.
"And the heroes. Did you see them?" the master demanded
"No, master. But I scented them," Shank said, feeling uncomfortable, as if he'd failed his master.
"It matters not. I will be at that trial. And they will be found guilty," said Shank's master.
"Yes, master. And what shall I do now?" Shank asked
"Take the beast. It must be protected at all costs," said his master.
"Yes, master," said Shank, leaving, his gunmetal gray pelt blending into the shadows as if he was never there.

I will be posting the next chapter...whenever I feel like writing! See ya! And pray that TSL writes the next chapter of Spam Wars quickly, with no more problems.