The campfire crackled, several friends and war companions were sitting around it. They were all veterans of the conquests of Kongregate and YouTube. They were now a mercenary force, working for Armor Games. They were all quite young, although they have experienced much in their short lifetimes. Among them were Manta, a young and experienced warrior from the swamps of Armor Games. He is a generally happy person although he likes to hide it. Most of the time heâs intelligent, although he can be quite inexperienced and cynical. His favorite weapon was his Bo Staff, although he could easily whoop on you with his fists. He has a common sentiment, a deep hatred of the elite spamzorz. Quite an amphibious character, as comes with his species. Another one was Random, a very slim character. He was almost stickmanish, and about 1.5 meters tall. He was from central Armor Games, near the city of Pwong. He hates racist people and loves those that walk among the intelligent. He is quite the advice giver, although isnât very talkative. He has a unique ability. This very rare disorder is called Shape Shifters Disorder. Basically, he can shape shift. He has one weapon, the weapon of choice for thieves, the crowbar. Next is Kip, the youngest member. He is the teams mage, constantly starting campfires with his pyromaniac habits. His gift is quite natural, as he is partly dragon. He is from the far north mountains, near the border with Miniclip. He has no weapon other than his pyromanctic ability. He has shadow robes for armor. He is immensely strong, once known for being able to lift a boulder at 4. Has a deep disliking of the spam. Both types. He once set a river on fire, quite a feat. He is quite partial towards chili. Finally is the leader and oldest, Pixie. He is middle height and is relatively thin. He has short brown hair as well. Quite the character, he often gives random quotes for no apparent reason. He has always followed the rules as he likes to not hurt innocent people. He is generally fair, and often depressed. He is from the island of Armor Isle. He has quite the odd weapon set. A rubber chicken with a pulley in it and a pirate's cutlass. The rubber chicken is often used to distract his enemies as he chops them up with his cutlass. He is partial to fish 'n chips and is a supporter of Arsenal Football Club. Is often seen listening to BritPop on his MP3 Player.
All of these warriors have little idea of the danger that approaches the land, and no idea of their impending roles in the doom that will grip the land. They have no idea of the death and darkness that will befall the land of Armor Games. And no idea of the unique characters they will encounter and watch fall to the hands or spammers and flamers.
Over 700 kilometers away in the lands of YouTube ride two lone warriors, deep in hostile territory. They are among the rare and mysterious Armor Games riders. However, these two are a rare breed. The kind that never backs down until the job is done. Never giving up. Only death can stop them. The one of the left following is Moat, an apprentice of the legendary rider TSL3. A very talented warrior, although you would never guess it from his small stature. He never takes his helmet off, and very few know what he looks like. He is proud and occasionally arrogant, and angered very, VERY easily. The worst of his fits occurred years ago. Classified material. He is a very nice and honest guy, although uses sarcasm from time to time, a habit TSL3 disapproves of. He has many hatreds. Among them spammers, n00bs, idiots, idiots who think they're smart and people who don't like lasagna. He has a very basic weapon, the one handed sword. He is very skilled in its use. He has a modification of the riders' armor, although its composition is unknown, it's known as Moats Special Plate Armor. The other rider, an obscure character, TSL3, is a legendary fighter who is a veteran of 4 wars. No one knows much about him, although he is relatively big. 1.88 meters tall and relatively stocky to be exact. He is known for his tremendous strength on the battlefield. He is a bit of a Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Half the time he is cocky, often egotistical and treats everyone like a lower class. On the other half he is friendly, helpful and is constantly helpful. Only one thing stays the same, his cold and ruthless nature. He is most known for his battle axe, Spam Killer. It requires tremendous strength to wield and is very big. He has the standard riders' armor, with a twist. Instead of aluminum and tungsten alloy, it's titanium and tungsten alloy, and very light. He loves all types of Italian food, especially spaghetti. He likes taking long rides listening to Metallica and Black Sabbath on his MP3 Player. Has a tendency to enjoy cutting elite spamzorzs' heads off.
These two are hot on the trail of a fugitive, known as Buggy Virus. A general from the YouTube wars and wanted for war crimes by the Mods, he was responsible for the Massacre of Armor Isle. He was pretty obscure until then, and he will soon make his rise, spreading spam and evil among the land fighting for Newgrounds. This is the tale of the war of Newgrounds. Many die many more suffer. In the end, the spam is eradicated, and long lasting peace will settle over the land of Armor Games.
I hope you like it! And very sorry about the weird symbols. I hate Word. And if no one likes action stories, this is not for you. No blood and gore though. I find that classified under obscene material.
Once everyone shuts up about it I'll continue. I love watching people go into suspense mode. Then have blow over, and then do it.
So be quiet for a week or so (All of you) and it may come out. I have just about the entire series written right now, thanks to you guys bugging me -.-
Keeping to my promise to Dudeguy, I will continue writing this.
Spam Wars Chapter 2: Part 2
The hooves thudded through the dark forest, deep in the lands YouTube. The lone riders were quiet. Never saying a word, for fear of detection. Their horses had mufflers on there hooves, to give a very quiet thud that was nearly undetectable to the ear. They had been riding for days, hot on the trail of a spammer war criminal. General Buggy Virus, whom had committed a massacre at Armor Isle, was now wanted by the Mods and Admins for his crimes against Armor Games. Now these two elite warriors had been tasked to hunt down and either capture Buggy, or kill him. They rode for hours, twelve hours a day, knowing with every stride they come closer to the prize, and their chance to return back to Armor Games. There were only two ways they were coming back without him, dead or chasing him. If the latter and he returns to Armor Games, their mission isn't capture. It's kill.
They rode. And they rode. And they rode. All of it seemed never ending. Endless. And frightening knowing that they would most likely die. Eventually they came upon a village. Something was amiss, they sensed. "You feel that?" Moat asked. "Ya. Something isn't right here. It's deserted." Replied TSL3. As they rode through the village a stench hit them. It was overwhelming. TSL3 immediately recognized it. "Oh, the sweet smell of death. You smell it Moat?" TSL3 inquired. "WHEW! That is freaking strong at that!" Replied Moat, cringing at the smell. Eventually they came upon its' source. Out in the town square was a massive pile of partially decomposed human bodies. Right next to them was a person. He was alive and apparently interrogating a villager. He had several bodyguards with him. However this was not Buggy. And there were no spamzorz with him either. This was someone completely different. This was a well known politician from Pel, the capital of Armor Games. He had a fire shooter, a very rare weapon very similar to modern day firearms. His name was Alt, and was commonly known for using extreme force when he doesn't got his way. This is what he had done to all of the people in the pile of bodies. As the villager shaked his head in disbelief, fear and unknowing, Alt pointed the shooter at his head, and yelled something at him. The villager kept shaking his head and saying "I don't know" to him. Alt got sick of him and shot him right in the head, killing him instantly. Alts' bodyguards immediately grabbed the mans bleeding and limp body and through it into a pile. "I'm gonna go check it out." TSL3 stated, getting off his horse. "Hold on. I'm coming." Replied Moat. "Sure. Come on. Hurry up." TSL3 commanded. The duo approached Alt slowly and his bodyguards immediately took action. Four of them jumped at thee duo expecting simple villagers. They got far more as the duo knocked them out before they even got behind them. Alt himself started walking towards them wondering what's going on. "Hey, uh Alt, what ya doing?" TSL3 asked. "Who are you?" Replied Alt, in question format. "Answer my question, Alt." TSL3 demanded. "Well, Iâm currently looking for General Buggy Virus. And these clowns are holding out on me. We know that he came through here. And these simpletons aren't answering our questions." Stated Alt. "Awfully brutal tactics you got going here." TSL3 answered. "Well, you know, gotta do what you gotta do. Now tell me, who are you?" Alt inquired. "Someone who you donât want to mess with." Interjected Moat. "Now was I asking you, child?" Alt said sarcastically. Moat started to mumble in objection. He obviously didn't like Alt, and the stench of dead flesh was starting to make him cranky. "Well, you don't need to know who we areâ"" TSL3 said, shortly getting interrupted by Alt. "Yes I do. Tell me now, before I have you executed." Demanded Alt. "Well then, under those circumstances, I'm TSL3. This is my apprentice, Moat." TSL3 explained. "Well, Iâll be dam*ed. We finally meet. Under different circumstances I'd hold a massive feast. But, as it stands, I'm in the middle of something deep behind enemy lines. So nothing can be done at the moment." Explained Alt, in obvious bewilderment at finally meeting two of the most legendary riders in the world. "Well, I wouldn't say that. Feasts aren't my thing." TSL3 replied. "No, come on. Let me finish up here and we'll go to the nearest city for a feast. I'll help you with your current quest after that. Sound good?" Alt was unsuccessfully trying to sway him, but TSL3 finally gave in. "Fine. But you're going to help me. And hurry up!" TSL3 said, with a hint of contempt in his voice.
