Ok, so instead I'll just BITTERLY post this, turn off the extremely BAD show, and listen to the blackthron stick & swallowtail jig to cheer me up. So here's the new segment.
Strops eyes were still purple, and his voice was completely changed, for the moment. It sounded as if he and a woman were talking at the same time. "Llllooks lllike Zophia willl get a lllitllle visit," Strop giggled, and walked through the hole punched through the residence. He looked around, and his eyes were terrified at the several users smashed, or trapped under rocks begging for their lives to be taken, and he just laughed. He laughed as he strode, seeing the death and horror he had caused. The purple eye shed a tear.
I was sitting on my couch, and I looked at a corner of my pricey home, seeing a mousehole. "Mazzelh," I muttered to myself, when I saw that it dropped an active messenger stone at the outside of the hole. I picked it up, and listened. "Hello? Hello? Captain Thoad, come in, Captain Thoad, come in. You are wanted in a meeting." Zoph's voice called out from the stone. I talked back into it.
"You know, I can understand personal Messenger stones, but can't you use unicorn mail? Mazzelhs are a total invasion of my privacy, and the next guy that takes this house will get the worst of it," I told zoph, in a cynical tone.
"In this time, IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER, DOES IT?!" She snapped at me, yelling a little.
"Fine fine, what base?" I asked her, she responded with a '1' and hung up. Base number 1 was Zophs underground base, hidden cleverly under the Imaginarium. I grabbed some smoke bombs if it should get messy, and slipped my runners shoes on. I did NOT intend to take Jeffery, the penicorn. "Ya know, it might just be a LITTLE more attractive it it had the opposite of a PENIS on it's head" I said to myself, still disgusted with the creature. I ran towards the Imaginarium.
"Good, Cen." Zophia nodded towards her right hand man, Cen, A.K.A. Cenere. Cen had always been Zophias partner of sorts, whether it was partner in crime or just plain best friend, either way, the young, cynical boy was a good 'man'. He had been there for her, and cared for her. He was now both a bodyguard and a regimen holder, with a clones of a character made with magic ink. That was the specialty of Zophs forces, they were all made from ink, and slavely users copied the characters and pictures drawing upon giant canvases, the pictures jumping of the pages and heading out to battle. My regimen tended to be one of the strongest, Cen and I even had a small war every now and again between our two species just to see which would win. A lot of the time she'd win with better force, but the Nergyl Children started to end that, despite their love for friendly fire.
Cen punched a code into the ancient Majick door, allowing it to have the password punched in, unlocking the door for me. He nodded towards Zophia and criss-crossed his arms. Zophia was standing over a large circular tablet, showing a map of ArmorLand, devoloped by Dan himself, back in the ages where he ruled ArmorLand. Over 68/70 of the users didn't know of this, and to the 2/70 that did, thought it was a myth, and never bothered to look into it or spread the rumour.
I walked up to the door, wiping off the sand showing a riddle in Yaltan, carved by zoph. "To which the Biridlium Nipto seeks," She knew that I was the only one who knew the answer, and hit the keys that would spell "The Oracle shall destroy", and the door opened. After I stepped in, it quickly shut behind me, some sand from outside the Imaginarium falling in through the hole.
"Hey, where's the party at?" I said cockily, laughing and shrugging whilst walking in.
"Your 3 minutes earlier than I expected," Zoph said, putting a few pieces on the map of ArmorLand. Cenere grunted at me while nodding once, which was one of his ways of saying, "hello".
"This is a strategy time, I know how many hours of the day you spend doing this," She said to me, I looked at her with a cynical face, and before she continued, I cut in.
"So that mazzelh was also a spy, huh? If you really did care, then I kindly ask you to bring them OUT of my current residence." I interrupted, gruff and stern.
"Times like this, it's called for, especially that there is a possibility of a second party here, besides the other mods," Zophia explained, and she pointed towards the tavern on the stone tablet map. "Right here, the tavern, you spend a lot of time there, yes?" she asked, having her finger upon the tavern. The nail was painted red, I had no Idea why, either.
"Yes, I tend to just have a drink and fart around with Skater, though. He's my right hand man, after all," I responded, with a straight face.
"Well, we recently found out that by a mazzelh hole there, that there's a second party, known as the ... what was it again Cen?" She looked back at Cenere, who opened his mouth to say nothing but 1 word.
"Syndicate," He then just looked down, hiding his face.
"Yes, the Syndicate...it's apparently a group of users who are trying to conspire against the mods in these times...how pitiful," her eyes changed from a blue to a seafoam green.
"Not to go against your views, sire, but haven't you noticed the slaughter all of our troops are causing? The only person that isn't deliberately attacking users is moegreche, and he's on the defensive! UberTuna is consta-" She cut me off before I could say any more.
"What are you?! A conspiracy theorist!?" She yelled, I withdrew, and looked down,
"Sorry, I spoke out of turn, sire. Continue, please." I said, holding back everything that I could have said. I noticed something that I hadn't earlier. Cenere must have not trusted me, I saw a dagger in his hand, from the corner of my eye.
"The mazzelh told me that Strop was going to intercept and break out of ArmorLand, to see a man named Dank...he moved right before the wars started. Made his own site, where he took up Unicorn breeding. I wonder what he got, considering that he was awful close to the Newgrounds Area, but this is not their war..." She puzzled, and got back on topic, "Sorry, anyways, right after he told me this, the Mazzelh died, I heard a lot of squishing and cracking...someone caught on, do you know who? A fellow tavern dweller, perhaps?" She asked me, looking at me with grass green eyes.
"I have not seen any conspiracy theorists around the tavern, maybe their hole caved in on them, after all, the tavern is old and rickety," I tried pitching my idea, seeing Cenere loosen his grip on the dagger.
"I see, well, it's nothing big. They were expendable anyways," Zophia laughed very coldly, the voice coiling around me with echoes until I felt like I was going to throw up.
"Cenere, please tell him the other news," Zophia said, sprawling out the several pieces on the tablet of the circle, showing a pony, a frog, a toad, a miniature cenere, a mazzelh, and a ghost like piece. They were made of marble, and had the workmanship of a god. "We found these in the backroom, with a few paintings of ArmorLand when it was first made," Zophia explained.
Cenere placed the Strop piece at the dojo, the Frog next to the Strop, and the Toad at the imaginarium with the Cenere and the mazzelh piece. Cenere spoke with a raspy voice, "Now then, where do you think this piece will go, young thoad?" He asked, picking up the ghost piece.
"I would think it to be in the west residency, since that's where most hauntings of the accounts go," I suggested, eyeballing the masterful piece.
Cenere laughed, and coughed, clearing his throat. His tone was now clear, and masculine, "Actually, no. This one would go into the tavern. Would you like to hear what we found?" He asked me. I nodded. "We found that there have been uprisings from ghosts, people suddenly returning to their old accounts with a vengeance. They haunt like they used to, but are normally found in the taverns inn service, and other places of ArmorLand, even ubertuna's moat!" Cenere stated, looking over and placing the ghost piece on the tavern.
Strop was outside, "Time to wreck the party," he said, eyes still a glowing purple, yet the womanly voice gone. He jumped off the roof of the imaginarium, and hit the Majistone door to the base #1. "Here's your favorite Pony!" He yelled as he dashed in, throwing his fists mainly at Cenere. Cenere pulled out an ornate Dirk, which was curved to and fro. He sliced at the ninjahorse attacking him, but ended up taking more of a beating than he could dish out.
Zophia shrieked, then took out something that hadn't been used for centuries. She pulled out a 3thousand year old gun. One made when only flintlock and stone was available, it was lined with purple lines, hinting at a majitech instrument plugged in. It's blunderbuss nose was pointed right at Strop. I may have not liked the mods ever since the war started, but I didn't want this! I pulled out 6 of my smoke tabs, throwing them on the ground, to where only Strop could see me do it. I pulled up Zophia's gun, put her over my right shoulder as I dragged Cenere with my left hand. Dashing out of base one, I set Cenere down and ran as fast as I could with zoph towards the amphitheater, where the users were trying to make the best of it, and were acting out a play of the Golden Age of AG, where a mod was a good mod, where a user was not just a sheep, and when people came to have fun, not die.
Cenere stood his ground against Strop, but sadly, failed at defeating him. Cenere was on the ground coughing up blood with his own dirk in his left arm as Strop laughed and ran towards me.
"God help us," I said to myself, trying to calm Zophia down, as she thought I was Strop, and not ... myself.
Ok, I hope you guys like this segment, I tried really hard to get it done, alot of dialouge, mind you, but I still like it.
