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.
"FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUU-" I started to yell, my fingers curling as a vein appeared just below the ZSC grade helmet. Cenere snapped out of his (Author's Note: His, HIS DA***T!!!) trance of stress logic and slapped me across the face, not allowing me to finish my curse. "Shut up, they'll hear you," He told me, holding a finger to his lips in a "shh" manner. "But-" I started. "Cen's right," he said, smirking. He pulled that every time I put up a fuss. To me it was a low blow. To skater it was something he didn't even know. Zoph stared intently at the door that was closed, and ran over to lock/barricade it. "And all this time I was concerned with what game would be ZSC approved this year," I sighed, helping the barricades. Cenere was investigating the areas for windows or possibly another door. He came upon a bookshelf. "Now why would a bookshelf be here?" He asked himself, pulling a book called "The Path of Moderation". Not 3 seconds later, the bookcase slid into the wall and to the side, showing several rare Majick ores in a staircase. "Everyone, I think I found our way out!" Cenere happily said to the small group. We all followed without a word. +++ Strop was back at the dojo, mashing lima beans with a mortar and pestle. "Why in the world are you doing that, sir?" KingRyan asked, staring at strops mortar and pestle. "The twins said that Lima bean paste will keep the Excel from that spot within 50 yards...or rather the old ZSC notes said that," Strop grunted, trying his very best to keep lucies voice inside. Lima bean paste...this will work perfectly in all the Syndicates homes and the new base! Thought kingryan exuberantly. "Now order all your men to help me crush these lima beans!" Ordered Strop. +++ Amazing, the sewer systems linking the tavern area to the aristocracy had a large chamber, where most of the waterworks took place. There was only 1 working waterway, however. "We have to get rid of the Excel!" Yelled RoadRipper from the crowd. "We can't keep running!" Yelled another random syndicate user. "We're running out of places to sleep!" Yelled another user, much more aggresively. The lights from the surface shined bright onto the chamber, where many green plants have sprouted, and vines climbed on the wall. There was some rumbling, and rocks fell from the "roof" of the chamber. Something was moving, and it was huge. +++ "Ezekiel WILL GET INTO THE CASTLE!" Yelled Ezekiel, in his war machine. The green chine of the lojick ore in the lojitech shined bright, illuminating the walls of his building chambers as a hole in the ceiling opened. Wraith or not, the entire population of armorland would have to stand with the cowardbanfish ubertuna against this behemoth. "DEATH TO ARMORLAND!!!" Yelled out Ezekiel.
Not exactly Cenere. You know Strops bookcase from before?
I was thinking of it.
You'll know exactly why he had it.
Fun and profit.
And Cen was just a little smug because he managed to piss thoad off further. and I know how much that cheers you up >>
Ah yes. At least sometimes and to and extent, but yes. And It is better fot you to keep quite, we dun wanna hear the "F*********************************************************!!!" and "HATE SPAM!!" I am sure you were about to yell:P We just need a yaoi reference to throw you off completely. If that happens, please let Skater be in the way:PP
It is true, though, seeing how you react. Any gay related, or even better, a childish drawing of you with the word ThoadtheGay over, and you would try and kill someone off. That someone would most likely be me.
Better than "Why are you talking to strange people on the internet?"
O, we were over that. itold her that even tohugh srtop could possibly be my neiborgh, and that he may come rape me at anytime, I still would enjoy that more then talking to her. I was grounded promptly. lol
We just need a yaoi reference to throw you off completely. If that happens, please let Skater be in the way
WOOO! Ok, lets get one thing straight, if you wanna throw a yoai refrence at HIM, go ahead, but please leave me out of it.
I could probably think you were a girl if I was despera-
Cen, I feal it is my cival duty to tell you that he is, in fact, VERY desperate. So......RUN LIKE HELL!
O, the storyz! right! Yeah fro random people in a sewer!! O, BTW...if we met with them, and give a huge pre-battle speach, I got dibs on it!!!!!!!
It is true, though, seeing how you react. Any gay related, or even better, a childish drawing of you with the word ThoadtheGay over, and you would try and kill someone off. That someone would most likely be me.
If you did that I would easily slaughter you with a spork.
O, the storyz! right! Yeah fro random people in a sewer!! O, BTW...if we met with them, and give a huge pre-battle speach, I got dibs on it!!!!!!![quote] Nah, I am sure he will try not to act like that.
O, BTW...if we met with them, and give a huge pre-battle speach, I got dibs on it!!!!!!![quote] Okay!
@thoad: Wielding the powers of George isn't something you can do! *freezes you with Deep Chill*
*blinks* whut?
You and those low blows, Thoad. You are very sex fixated, aren't you?
Yes, yes I am. If I'm acting gay (which I pretty much never do) it's a joke. Such as the "I could probably think of you as a girl and if I was deseprate" joke.
and I am not desperate, for the only thing I've felt in a while is lust, not love. just lust. I do so love lust....LOL. So many love's and lust's. Lovedy lust, love lust, I love lust with all my lust.
@Cen: The double meaning of 'blow' is so ironic in that context. . . . ------- @thoad: You must stop using the spork for acts of violence without George's jurisdiction! >:C
@Cen: The double meaning of 'blow' is so ironic in that context. . . .
I know, was about to continue with something about not punching but kicking, if we should hit that area, but concluding it was better as a stand alone message.
And instead of making planed remark, I will go on to "Looks good, Thoad, maybe we finally can figure out who and what the syndicate is".
