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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.
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Hey toad were is your new segment i was waiting all day and it is still not here =(
*fapfapfapfapfapfapfapfapfapfapfapfap*reads*faps more*
hey, you told me to do it throad.
Nice segment, I lol'd....hard.
cen, can you give me your email adress? I can get you a picture ASAP if you can.
GWAH, stop calling me throad!!!!!! OR THROAT, OR ANY VARIATION OF THAT. I accept Thoad Thoadthetoad Or TOAD, GOT IT?!
Joiks.
Anyways, there should be a segment today, sorry that yesterday I didn't make one, some last minute stress and depression really screwed me up that day...still don't quite know what it was, either.
Throad.
Throat.
Fraud.
Freud.
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Gloat, moat, goat, throat, tote, quote, coat, note.
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Pancakes!
Well Cen, more corporal punishment for YOU, because of Cen, there's not going to be a segment today, and I even already have it written, so thank Cen for your delay.
i got it! I will now call you daoht!
Most epic name ever
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*eats you pancakes*
Well Cen, more corporal punishment for YOU
Corporal punishment? What are you trying? Eflogging me or something?
I even already have it written
Bet he has not, and was just trying to find a way around it.
thank Cen for your delay.
Whipping boy at your service.
my bad, whatever punishment it is for everyone when only 1 person did it wrong.
Collective, me thinks.
Collective punishment is the punishment of a group of people as a result of the behaviour of one or more other individuals or groups. The punished group may often have no direct association with the other individuals or groups, or direct control over their actions.
Hurray. Just leave the scolding on my profile guys.
*looks at Thoad's reason to delay the segment* *sees nothing wrong, except for pancakes instead of waffles* *wishes for pomegranate juice*
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come on, thoad. Pwease? Withholding segments like this hurts no-one but yourself (and all of us. . . .)
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DAMN I WANT MY POMEGRANATE JUICE!!!!!!
sees nothing wrong
You seemingly have no idea of how perfectly mean I am.
*sits in a corner, clawing at sides*
since Cen gave me lyra pron (yaaay~) you all get a segment, THANK HER.
I looked at Zophia, and then back at Skater. I had completely forgotten about Cen, because he obviously wanted nothing to do with us. "So now we're just supposed to drop dead and let the Syndicate roll over and DIE?! HELL NO" I blurted out, forgetting I didn't tell Cen or Zoph about the Syndicate. Skater put his face in his palm, and mumbled something to the extent of Thoad you retard. Zophia looked at me with large unknowing eyes, and spoke in yaltan, "mif?" she squeaked, which meant "what" in yaltan.
I looked at everyone, "okay, jiggs up, I made a corporation of sorts in a conquest to stop the moderation wars. There's several insiders, me and skater being one of several. We learn everything we can about the mods and try to either destroy or halt them. It's very difficult. We didn't send these Wraith things after them though, I'm not sure why they came into play," I said, sulking my hand down. Zophia and Cenere both seemed confused. Cenere just started to not care though, and wanted to simply curl up into a ball and stay there.
"We've been doign several operations, including the liberations of Dank, but with these wraiths, who knows what's been going on," I said, sitting down in a reed chair. "I'm sorry, Zophia. Something needed to be done, though," I continued. I looked towards Cen. "Anyways, we need to get you cleaned and fixed up," I said, grabbing some duct tape and strapping his hands and feet to the chair he was on. "Yeah yeah, make all the sex jokes you want this time you're not gonna be able to anger me out of this," i told him, feeling his head.
He started flailing around going "STOP IT, I'M FINE, I'M TIRED. LEAVE ME ALOOOOOONE". I didn't listen to him, and stuck a thermometer in his mouth. He spat it out.
"You're burning up Cen, now do you wanna die or not? I have no objection to it," I told him in a gruff tone, yet not being serious about me being fine with killing him.
"FINE," he paused as I and skater sighed, "KILL ME THEN," he spat, still putting up a fuss.
"No cen, we're gonna need you, only raf and you knew where the ink was stored and how it was made, Zophia doesn't remember anything but the SCREAMS. Now c'mon, stop with all this shit!" I yelled at his face with a cruel and angerful stare. "This isn't a game or a story, THIS IS REAL. NOW CO-OPERATE FOR JUST A LITTLE WHILE, OK?!" I yelled into his face, Zophia put her hand on my shoulder, messaging me to stop getting in his face.
"Sorry, but this is serious, and in your condition it's amazing you can breathe, so let's just check out your-" I looked at his shoulder, there was a dirk sticking out of it. "How long has that been there?" I asked, my eyes shrinking in shock.
"What? That? It's been there for a while...I wasn't sure whether to take it out or not," He said, still a little pissy about all of this. I had a blank face, and if this moment was animation, I would probably be a chibi with nothing but dots for eyes.
"Ok, well let's see, we're going to need to clean you up, Cen" I told him, taking off his shirt to see several wounds. "Damn, Strop really did a number on you, didn't he?" I asked, picking up a cloth.
Thoad spent the rest of the day fixing Cen up.
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Dank looked around the thread he was standing upon, it looks like it was another base. He jumped to the first story, breaking through several boards and posts. He was found upon a large lab, filled with genetic mutations and other things of the sort. "Oh I think I'll have some fun here," he said, pulling out a large piece of paper and a pencil.
Something of a filler, but it's slightly comedic. So who cares?
P.S. it was lyra porn :3
Nice way of getting around the screaming, protests, blood and crying....
Cool! Getting less and less organized/wonderful with every segment though, kinda like Heroes, but not as drastic. Enjoyed.
You broke first person a little on the last sentence in Dank's cottage.
Thoad spent the rest of the day fixing Cen up.
Oh well, ignore me, I am a grammar Nazi... A hippocritical (spelling?) grammar Nazi at that.
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