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.
I was in the same bookspace, with criss-crossed legs and not even caring what everyone else was doing. I was in my own little world, reading but not reading. My eyes skipped across the page like a child in hopskotch, but didn't count the numbers of the square (Author's Note: Fear my lame metaphor). I had read twice as fast as I could have dreamt but didn't retain or even know what was going on in the story. Closing another book, I reached for a new one to my right. My hand fell upon a tattered leather book that didn't look finished. The leather on the front had the words "Biridlium Nipto" imprinted on it. Suddenly, everything came to me, what I was doing, what I should have been doing and what was real. I woke up in the center of the room, the horrific sight still there. My friends were still incapacitated, even zoph, who had looked as if she was crawling away from something. Then, I saw it. The thing that had scared the hell out my friends, me, and taking over every part of our body and mind. It was the hellspawn KingRyan had made one day as a joke, but it turned out to be much worse. With it's purple, wriggly evil, it crawled in and out of books sprawled around the floor. It was a Brain Worm, thought to be nothing but an urban legend made my KingRyan to scare people or for comedic purposes such as brainfarts. It was a huge one, and I can only assume that the b*st*rd had kids, who corrupted our minds. In fact, the library itself didn't look anything like it did before. They must have slipped into our ears in the dark passageway, that's the only possible answer. It didn't matter, however, this guy got us encrusted into our brains and only we could make them get out. I worried for cen, as the only way for him to break out would probably be to have self esteem. +++ The elephant continued to run, running out of armorgames and past the far reaches of kongregate. The elephant ran extremely fast, which was pretty shocking considering that it never really moved its legs, so i suppose you can saw it hopped, instead of ran. Suddenly, it stopped, because there, there it was.... The pink elephant. +++ Bahamut crashed its fist upon a group of Excel, their screams filling the battleground. A rather large excel Grabbed a gropu by the legs, who were strung together as if they were a wrecking ball. It swung the group towards bahamut, where it fell apart with the strong blow. KingRyan's team continued up the huge arms, holding on when needed. The armor of the colossus was amazing, so strong yet flexible at the same time. It roared with Moegreche inside, laughing while his eyes turned bloodshot red.
Next word has 4 Ss. . .4 of the 4th letter. . .a justification clause. S
Two Ss needed. . .4 of the 4th letter divided by the two diagraphs of the letter at hand. . .after and I located before the diagraphs. . . I S
Fear the lame metaphor. . .first letter, first author's note. . . . F
Author starts with A. . . . A
Spelling error in the word hopscotch. . .error implies need to edit. . .editing requires going back. . .going back for the next letter, which is the wrong letter. K
Read. . .I read the spelling error. . .spelling error was 2nd to last letter. . .'E' is the 2nd letter in the word 'read.' E
yep, and god must be real cuz 555+666+777= 1998, huh?
Hey, my code has multiple things in it that are too unlikely to be coincidences! Christianity has *just* that, and there isn't anything in the Bible about God or humans having a number. LOL PHAIL. also, you can't spell 'Christianity' right without the letters in 'Satan.' How f*cked up is that?
NOOOOOOOOO! I don't care about your logic or 'science!' It says right there in the Bib-er, post- that that segment is fake. I don't care if I see it. IT's in the Bib-er, post- so it's reliable because mah pries-er, I- say so.
