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.
Well I know you were all just hoping this day would come, and it certainly has.
It's new segment time, and this ones pretty long, so I suggest getting a drink or something.
Skater and I both rushed into the small cabin that we had known as "home" or the closest thing to it. Cenere made his own little pile out of a few skins and coats from Danks closet, and Zophia was fiddling with some rubbery substance, talking to herself about it being silicone till she saw skater. She made a dim smile, and started to poke him. Skater started making small talk with Zophia, with all sorts of "What'ya doooin'?" and whatnot. Zophia continued to poke him, despite him looking just a little annoyed. Course not as gay as it would have sounded (Author's Note: don't kill me, dude). I had stood in front of Cenere's pile, trying to see some eyes. I eventually found them and poked the side of one of the eyes. "OW, JERK" He yelped. I snickered and removed a small piece or clothing. "Sorry Cen, and I was really harsh on you before. I know that you hate this whole thing, but if you truly hate it, you need to do me and skater a favor," I told him. He sat silent, sighing every 3 or 5 minuts. "If you hated the wars enough, than you would want to stop them, I'll just say that," I told him, walking to the woven reed chair. It took a full 30 minutes of chatting with Zophia before Cenere could talk without spite. "Fine, I thought it through and I'll ask one thing, with terms and conditions. First of all, what is it you want me to do?" He didn't let me answer his first question and continued talking, "I'm not going to go into any epic fights and if you want me at all, we're stopping at base #1 to get my glasses. Also, try your best not to mock me like you normally do, okay?" he finished, lazily looking at me. "We need you to show us where base #2 is, it's right by the ZSC, I think. You were the only one there, since that Rafael thing was using it as a safehouse. Since Zoph doesn't remember a thing while she was possessed, and you were the only one trusted enough to be let in there. Only you know the way," I said to him. "let me think about it," he said, walking back towards his makeshift pile.
sorry I had to cut it short, I'll continue tomorrow :3
Nice. Piles are nice. Mmpiles. Hmm, poor glasses. Nah, they are probably just scratched and all. And... Why do I get the feeling that he will end up somewhere in an epic fight, yelling angrily at Thoad for that, even though Thoad is somewhere else... Hmm...
I saw a part where thoad said "don't kill me dude" but I seriously don't get whats so bad about it, or if thats even the part that you are referring to....
