Hi! This is Moat. Despite the fact I said that I wasn't going to continue the series, I decided to go ahead anyway, just not with player submitted characters. So all the characters in this story, and its sequels, will be my creations.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 1: The Past
The young soldier breathed heavily, his breath causing a small layer of mist to develop on the inside of his cold steel helmet. He'd been drafted just a few weeks ago, and had barely completed his training before he was sent right to the front, to the barren wasteland of the Game Development forum. He missed his family and home in the Games section, where it was warm and green. But he had no time to think about that now. The horrifying monsters approached, swinging their various instruments of death. The young man held his standard issue sword in a deathgrip, his knuckles turning white under his metal plated gloves. His heart pulsed speedily along with fear. The monsters assaulted his company. He saw the flash of blades, the spray of blood. And he saw himself and his friends losing, their blood spilling on the frozen ground.
The young monster held his club tightly. He hadn't wanted this. He'd never wanted to fight in the Great War, as it was being called. These humans...they could think just as well as he could. They could feel the pain as he attacked them. Yet he had no choice. It was kill or be killed. And as his commander ordered an attack, the monster saw the humans descending upon his comrades.
Hope you like! Idk when you'll be able to expect the next one.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 8: Present
The young AG soldier braced himself against the oncoming hordes of Newgrounders. General Strop himself had joined this battle, but it simply wasn't enough. Even with his amazing kicks and the AG members' best efforts, the Newgrounders were winning. The soldier saw one of his friends decapitated, his head flying onto the red snow. The soldier was filled with a fury. He slashed and hacked and parried, not even caring who he was attacking. But even that was not enough. The Newgrounders pressed them into a corner. The soldier felt himself being bashed, cut, wounded, but he kept fighting. But it was no use. As the people around him were cut down where they stood by Newgrounds warriors, the young soldier knew there was no hope. They needed something else, reinforcements to tip the battle. Or else they would lose, and all of AG would be lost to the Newgrounders.
Thanks Jess. I will try to post the next one as soon as I can, but schedules were flipped around due to the start of school. Now I get the short end of the stick with the computer; I get the weekends and my lil bro gets the weekdays. But I'm saving up for my own computer, I'm sooo close!
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 9: Words, Words Yes, for everyone featured in the old AOAG, this is the cameo chapter.
"Listen to me! This may be ArmorGames' last chance to tip the scales on the war against Newgrounds! Men and women are fighting and dying, and we are losing; everyone knows it! Should the Newgrounders reach the capital threads, ArmorGames will forever be lost to us. So hear me out! This will turn the tables, put forth several fresh, strong soldiers at our command in the war! If we allow the monsters to fight alongside us in the war, we will have a much higher chance of winning! The Tankmen won't know what hit them!" spoke Dornan, using his eloquence and charisma to its fullest degree. Several of the Junior Moderators seemed sold to the idea. One of them stood. "Hear hear!" exclaimed Papi, leader of the Moderators, drawing his rapier and holding it aloft. Hammy, lead guitarist for the hit band KMFJB( Kill M'F'ing Jonas Brothers) joined him. "I agree. This is the only way to win this war," Hammy said. The other members of his band immediately agreed. Nicho and Rion, the heroes who had stopped the evil maniac Ping and Shank, and who had also helped bring Strop back, stood as well. "I agree," said Rion "He's right. We must put aside our differences. The past is the past," said Nicho. But then, a tall, bald, muscular Holy Knight made his way through the crowd. "Hello, friends," he said, his baritone voice both powerful and soothing at the same time. "My name is Zarok. And I too, have something to say. We have staved off these monsters for fifty years. Are we now, just now, going to give them our arms and allow them to save us, because we are having a difficult war? Allow me to remind you all what they did to us in the Civil War. Torture. Murder. Betrayal. And you want to invite these, these...things into our military ranks? Do you realize that's just the chance they've been waiting for to destroy us once and for all? They killed thousands of men, women, children, in the Civil War. We cannot simply forget that and move on. Because they will not forget. They will not forgive. And right now, in the midst of what must be the most challenging war the ArmorGames members have ever faced, we cannot show weakness. We cannot make allies with our enemies. Because our backs will be stabbed, and then we will lose for certain. We, the humans, won the Civil War. We beat them. And we can beat the Newgrounders without any help. We...are...ARMORGAMES!" said Zarok, waxing eloquent. Several cheers went up from the crowd, and Dornan cringed. This would not be easy. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure he was comfortable with the notion of an alliance with the monsters himself. Was Zarok right?
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 10: Stronger Measures
Dornan got off the podium he'd been using to address the crowd, his head still spinning with notions of betrayal by the monsters. Perhaps the Holy Knight was correct. After all, the monsters had killed humans fifty years ago; why should now be any different? Still preoccupied and not paying attention, Dornan walked straight into the waiting mob of Holy Knights. "Hello," one of them said. "Feel like giving up on your fool's alliance with the monsters?" "What?" Dornan said, confused. "Oh, well then." said another. "Guess we'll have to kill you." and so saying, he drew his sword. "Let's go," said the leader. They dragged Dornan to a smaller, more subdued road. Dornan's ankles and feet were bloody by the time they got to their destination. "After ten years of fighting with those things, did you really think you could make a deal with them?" spat the leader. "It's the only way," grunted Dornan, not wanting to show weakness and his own misgivings about this alliance. "Well, it doesn't matter. Cuz we will kill you and then this will all be over with. Tis Moat's will," said another Holy Knight. Dornan winced and waited for the sword to cut his throat. But it never happened. Suddenly, a dark shape appeared and fought off the Holy Knights, swinging a huge barbed sword this way and that. Blood splattered everywhere, and the Holy Knights retreated in the face of battle fury. Reyhan turned to Dornan. "Guess we're even," said the monster, grinning. But then, there was a BOOOM! and it was repeated several times. It shook the walls surrounding the city, and dust was dislodged from several places. Cracks began to appear. "ATTACK!" bellowed the gate sentry. "THE NEWGROUNDERS HAVE REACHED THE CITY!"
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 11: The Battle For ArmorGames
Just as Dornan and Reyhan recovered, the Newgrounds soldiers broke through the barrier surrounding the city. The two were separated by hordes of Tankmen driving like a wedge into the city. Blood pooled on the streets. Reyhan used his giant strength to simply bust their heads open, rage flowing through him. He was a terrifying sight; a bloodspattered, rage-filled, monster with glowing eyes that roared and could break a sword with his hands. The Tankmen grouped around him, though, and soon enough he was taken down... Meanwhile, Dornan had found himself cornered. Using only the long but deadly knife he'd recovered earlier, he used his agility to dodge and slash the Tankmen before they could retaliate. But as they approached, and he had nowhere to go, he found his fury and strength ebbing, and his muscles began to tire and ache. But he held on, hoping that somehow, help would come... Meanwhile, the Holy Knights approached. But they weren't fighting on AG's side.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 12: A Message
Suddenly, Zarok saw the diplomat who wanted to form an alliance with the monsters. A boiling hatred grew in him. This was not Moat's will. The diplomat was simply out of control. Zarok and his Holy Knights descended upon the diplomat...Dornan. That was his name. They, combined with the Newgrounders, easily pushed him into a corner and wounded him several times in a flash of blades. The bloody, exhausted, wounded diplomat kept fighting. Zarok felt a flash of respect for him, then pushed it away. Twas Moat's will to kill him. Zarok took the lead, and easily disarmed the sub-par swordsman.He held him at swordpoint. Seeing the look in the man's eyes, Zarok hesitated. Should he kill him? But then, the glare of the cleric hardened Zarok's resolve. He swung his large longsword in a deathblow at the ambassador's head. But suddenly, his blade was stopped midair. By a flickering hand, wearing a gold gauntlet. Zarok dropped to his knees and lowered his eyes. He was in the presence of the great god Moat. Even the Newgrounders stopped fighting for a while to look. Moat sighed, and rolled his eyes. "Come on, people. Must we really go through this every time? Now, I do have something to say. The whole courage, loyalty, blah blah blah. Let's just skip that part. Don't kill Dornan, or his friend. This alliance is critical to the survival of ArmorGames against invading forces. And it might get the council off my back about helping them. Am I understood?" Moat growled. "Yes!" chorused the Holy Knights. "Great," muttered Moat, then he disappeared. "Sorry, brother," said Zarok, helping up Dornan. Then, in a flurry of strikes, they assaulted the Newgrounders, determined to drive them out of their homes once and for all.
Wow...that's all it took. A couple lines from Moat and an alliance was formed. More!
Well of course. Moat is the ultimate god! And thank you. I shall now post the next chapter, since I'm in a better mood now. The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 13: The Battlefield
The Holy Knights, monsters, and humans banded together, under the banner of Dornan, Zarok, and Reyhan(being that Moat and Strop were both gone, very busy). Together, the three factions fought the Newgrounders. Blood pooled in the streets, metal flashed around everyone, bodies lay strewn on the battlefield of AG, and still the defenders and attackers fought on, determined to win the battlefield. Dornan fought with three Tankmen at once. "Hold the line!" he roared. "Press them, tire them, then drive them out!" His strength and speed served him well, making him an excellent fighter, one to be feared. His diplomat's oratorical skills and natural charisma made him an even better leader. Under his command, the ArmorGames warriors began to slowly take back their city. Dornan blocked an overhead strike, then disarmed his opponent. But he let them retreat. His opponents dodged, parried, slashed, jabbed, trying to find a gap in the ArmorGames warriors' impenetrable and infamous defensive skills. No matter how they fought and bled and sweat, the ArmorGames warriors were better. And soon, with Tankmen exhausted to the point of fainting, they retreated. The Holy Knights chased them out, victorious. And ArmorGames was saved.
P.S.- This is not the last chapter...muahahahaha! You just wait and see...I have very big and dark plans*mutters to self*
I'm actually wondering if I should make this an entirely different book, but decided otherwise. My pattern is for my stories to have different characters connected only by the setting. So I will just have to squeeze this part into The Alliance.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 14: A Darker Path
Reyhan sat on a wooden stool at a long oak table. It'd been almost a day since Newgrounds fighters had been driven from AG, and just a few hours since the victory feast. Dornan and Zarok had been treated as heroes. But him? The monster? He'd been ignored, even though he'd helped just as much as the two humans. Just as he'd thought. The humans were all judgmental. They didn't deserve his help. Only the soldiers who had fought with him acknowledged his skills and thanked him. The rest simply put him aside. Reyhan traced his many cuts and bruises. He could've been spared these, had he not fought. And why did he fight? For honor. For a promise, a life debt. But what was all that now? Humans were cruel and racist. Perhaps he should be the same. Making a decision, Reyhan stood, shoving his chair angrily, sending it flying into the wall. He strode with a purpose to the men under his command, who were still having a kegger, toasting to his name. "Listen up!" he roared, his face mottled with dark fury. "I have a new job for all of you!"
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 15: The Rising Storm
The soldiers and monsters listened as he spoke, each word delivered forcefully and filled with a long-restrained hatred. "For too long have the humans and the corrupt administration of Strop shunned us lower-class citizens and monsters! For too long have we suffered under the boots of weaker men and women! For too long we have remained unheard! I command you all now to rise and take up the burden of our forefathers, who had the courage to rebel against this corruption, this fascism, this racism! I tell you now to rise up and rebel and kill all those who would have us live a painful life in their shadows serving their will! This aristocracy is wrong! And we will right this wrong! Who is with me?" screamed Reyhan. All the soldiers and monsters present in the room raised their weapons in the air. "WE ARE!" they bellowed as one. And the new general, with a dangerous, bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, led them to the Help Thread building, with weapons drawn and a thirst for blood.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: The Alliance Chapter 16: The Rebellion Strikes, The Alliance Falls
Dornan swore as Reyhan and his army busted down the Help thread building, bloodstained weapons held aloft and fury in their eyes. Taken unawares, the rest of the city had fallen quickly to the rebels. Dornan gripped his knife and lunged, but was soon enveloped in the crowd. Slashing, dodging, parrying, it all became an instinctive blur.Dornan, still tired from the previous battle, was no match for the hordes that fell upon him. Bloodied, bruised, and exhausted, he was finally defeated. His unconscious body was kicked to the side, and the rebels moved on to bigger targets.
"ATTACK!" roared the inner chamber sentry, who guarded the heart of the Help Building(which was basically the capital). The rebels kicked down the door, and bore down upon the council. Strop was present this time, though, and he easily beat the rebels to a pulp with his kicks. All except Reyhan, who retreated. He was getting away! But suddenly, he was grabbed by the bloodied, battered, half-dead Dornan. Dornan looked frightening, his body cut and bashed until he looked like the walking dead. His eyes were unfocused and his mouth was open, allowing a tiny sliver of drool to escape. He held his dagger up to Reyhan, then slit his throat. Then they both fell to the ground. One dead, one fighting to stay alive.
