It was a sad day for armorgames...it was maybe 6 months ago. Our founder, and something of god, Daniel McNeely, had passed away. Of what? Well, Prostate Cancer (because he was too stubborn to get an exam), and about 1 million spam bots, and another 1 million ghosts, that haunted ArmorLand. Daniel went out in a blast, however, he had slaughtered almost all of the spam bots, and revoked half of the ghosts. He did it all by himself, how was he killed? The 3 spamlords, had destroyed him. His sucsessor, Carlie, was then put in charge in the ArmorCastle (Most of the places I will be talking about is Here Thank you strop for the well illustrated map), and hunted down the 3 spamlords whom killed our honest and great king. Carlie Ruled over ArmorLand for another 3 months, it was quiet, but she had ignored the hauntings, especially fluent in the Tavern. Many Drunks were possessed and killed during her Term. We thought that it was still okay, however. We praised Carlie. Sadly, her term was not as long as we had hoped, she soon died. Of what? Murder. Crowds of people came to the meeting hall, and the ArmorCastle, ranting, raving, rioting, and hatespamming of this terrible crime. "Who could have murdered Carlie?!" Everyone shouted. Indeed, it was a sad time. After this, the Mods had done something they almost NEVER done before, they argued with each other. The arguments and debates never ceased, and then, it turned to flames. War broke out in ArmorLand! Some people flee'd to the gates, but using their mighty ban-tools, the Moderators crushed the fleeing users, and captured those who might survive the mighty blow. Those who were captured were either brainwashed, raped, or enslaved. Oddly, Ubertuna had never went into the moderation wars, he stayed at the ArmorCastle, completely unknowing of this terrible instance! He had been too busy fighting off several armies, some of which from the moderators themselves, trying to either defile or conquer the Castle, taking it for themselves. Zoph had been fighting with Strop for the Imaginarium and the other artistry sectors of Armorland, mainly composed to the south. Strop took over alot of the North, and some of the west as well. Moegreche had completely exiled and pushed back strops efforts to capture the debate area of ArmorLand. Using large, mechanical constructs of stone and powerful Logick (majick + logic), that crushed the users mind with pure sense, and that won every debate. Moegreche has two, extremely large Contructs, which he calls the Sentenials that stand guard out his Mansion. Zoph has a castle made entirely out of paintings and sculptures, and has a garden/field of mazzelhs, which tend to sleep with her. Her good friend Cenere is her right hand man, and has a regemin of warriors modeled after her character Kai. Ubertuna stays at his post, constantly fighting in a valiant battle against the riots of the ArmorLanders. He is a great soul, indeed. There was but one force to stop the madness (SPARTAAAAA) of the Moderation wars. That was called the Syndicate, a group of long time users that go into the tavern for secret meetings, telling each other of the moderators plans. Most of the people in the Syndicate are club members. Sadly, clubs were the first to be enslaved. The Moderation wars have just begun.
WHOO, I've been thinking of this concept of the Moderation Wars for a couple days, I hope you guys all like, since ArmorGames themed stories seem to be pretty popular nowadays.
Since I have a few signatures, I'll continue the story from before, but only have the people whom I have consent from (not sigs *facepalm*.
page/chapter/segment 1: "I call this meeting today to officially announce that we are, indeed, binded to ArmorLand," I said, looking down. "Many of you have families outside of ArmorLand, we mourn for this loss," I sighed afterwards, letting out a slight tear from my right eye. My face suddenly turned gruff, "But with the formation of us, we SHALL Overthrow the warmonger mods! No longer shall haneous crimes go underway without the mods giving a care! The mods will pay!" I yelled, the people of the tavern started cheering. I knew the mods wouldn't be near here, since they no longer cared about the ghosts, or spam. "Now then, control of the Strop, Kingryan, here to tell us of Strops power and workings," I put my hand to the right of me, allowing for KingRyan to step up to the podium. He had a muscular figure, and due to new laws in the tavern/amusement park, he now has a small beard, a goatee, as decree'd by Strop, in order to scoff at everyone and call them bogans. "I have reports of the strop, his base is well fortified, and it's a slim chance that if we attack, we could break through the defenses," Ryan pulled up a large paper, ancient looking, and I helped him post it on the wall behind us. It showed strops Dojo, a place of twists, turns, and chambers. "As we know, strop is a ninja, in the form of a horse. We think this to be a spirit animal, of sorts, but we don't think there could be a way to defeat him with that," KingRyan pulled out a pointer, and placed it in the middle of the map, "This is the meditation chamber, Strop spends his time training his psychi here, beware, the last person who disturbed him ended up looking like mush." Ryan still had a serious look on his face, and moved his pointer to the right of the central chamber. "This is Strops sleeping chambers, it's also fortified, one air vent, with holes so small the only thing that could possibly get through were ants." I walked up to the podium with KingRyan, "Thank you Ryan, your doing very well as a double agent for the Strop Warlord. Is there any news of what he plans, though?" I asked Ryan. "Yes, Strop is planning on taking this fight towards Dank, who lives in the forest east of ArmorLand," Ryan explained, "That leaves us for an easy counter? Right?" A member of the syndicate, codename Skater, suggested. "Wrong, unlike the golden age of ArmorLand, we cannot trust any mods, not even UberTuna, who is still using his batallions of battlefish to fend off the users attempting to attack the castle, his soldiers attack anything that moves nowadays, so we can't be sure of what to do with him," Ryan walked to the edge of the stage, looking out the window. "That Concludes today's meeting everyone, try to get to your homes without being drafted, Skater, Ryan, and the board must meet me in the haunted Tavern room, I hear this ghost account might be able to tell us something," I told the people. Ryan said a strong name of dismissal, and the users went to their homes, with a strange quietness.
DISCLAIMER- All veiws expressed here are not the veiws of it's creator, and all characters/names belong to their respective owners and copyrights.
....ohmai...k, then his magical banfish? This dampers me quite a bit, but it gives 'ol UberTuna a chance to be in it as the second least awesome guy there, lol. so what do ya say UT?
Only if kingryan gets to be the least awesome. And also only if my guy has an ego the size of... something big.
Dan should design a fish armatar specifically for you
Any reservations I may have had previously about this have been blown away by just how funny this is turning out.
Previously I was also worried about story conflicts but that shouldn't be a problem, seeing as this seems to take place in a projected future. Of course the main conflict is that in my own plotline Strop couldn't ever possibly get into this kind of conflict but hey, we're here to have fun, not get anal about these things.
Previously I was also worried about story conflicts but that shouldn't be a problem, seeing as this seems to take place in a projected future. Of course the main conflict is that in my own plotline Strop couldn't ever possibly get into this kind of conflict but hey, we're here to have fun, not get **** about these things.
I actually know, Strop is always fighting for good and only the good, and you'll see he's doing this in his quest to conquer the ArmorLand.
