The Adventures of ArmorGames: Ultimatum Chapter 1: A Find Romain dug into the ground, praying to Moat he was right. Lightning crackled around him, and the shadows seemed to whisper to him. He dug deeper, mud flying around him, splattering his ragged, dun tunic. This was the last chance for the amateur treasure digger. After this, he would have no gold to fund his efforts. He would starve and lose everything if this dig was not successful, if he did not find anything. Romain's rusty shovel hit something hard, and a loud WHUNK! could be heard. Laughing and smiling, and thanking Moat profusely, Romain knelt next to his find in the deep, circular pit he had dug. He slowly cleared away the thin layer of mud covering his find, Romain smiled. It was an old, rotten, wooden chest. There was a large, intricate lock on the chest which would've been hard to pick, but it was old and rusty, and Romain pried it off the chest easily. Romain tugged the chest open. In the chest was a scroll. The strange part was that, unlike the chest, the scroll seemed to be in perfect condition. It seemed to glow slightly in the downpour. Romain slowly picked the scroll up in his grubby work gloves, staring at it as if it was the most precious thing in the world. He clutched it to his chest. Now to get it identified.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: Ultimatum Chapter 5: Split
The council stared at Calon and Romain as they explained what the scroll was. Dornan examined it carefully. "They're right. This scroll is for summoning Strop," he said decisively, but with a hint of surprise in his voice. "So how much will you pay for it?" asked Romain "We won't," said Firen. "Apparently, Anti-Strop is doing Strop's job just fine. So we don't need the real Strop." "What?" demanded Romain. "We just told you he's the guy...horse, that will destroy the world, and you don't want to summon the real one?" "We see no reason," said Dornan, running his hand through his silvery hair. "Relkin Moat!" muttered Calon, swearing in Ancient ArmorGamian. Romain and Calon left. "How are we supposed to get the money for a resurrection without selling the scroll?" asked Romain "I'm not sure," replied Calon.
"Why did we lie to them? Anti-Strop is on a killing spree, and we do need help," said Evsa. "Easy. We don't want to show weakness. We will get rid of Anti-Strop by ourselves," said Dornan. "But how?" asked Firen "I'm not sure," answered Dornan, looking apprehensive.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: Ultimatum Chapter 6: "Who Are You?" At long last, a predictable chapter.
Deloric laid there in the steel coffin. Mud had oozed in from a crack in the coffin long ago, completely filling Deloric's grave. It went into his mouth, his nose, his ears, everywhere. He couldn't see anything but blackness. The mud had later hardened into a mold, and Deloric couldn't move even if he wanted to. Long ago, he had died of suffocation. Later, he had died because his body was crushed by the pressure. Both times, he had been revived. When he wasn't in his coma revival state, Deloric was desperately trying to figure out what his predictions meant. But he never could figure them out. He was literally crushed, all the time. This gave him unparalleled levels of agony. And he couldn't breathe. That was very uncomfortable, although he got used to it. But of course he had to be revived every couple of minutes due to that. Deloric wished he could just die, but he couldn't because he was immortal. Maybe that wasn't so great after all. Suddenly, a loud CLANK! came from the outside. As if something metal had collided with something metal. Deloric could see nothing; the mud was covering his eyes and the casket was pure darkness. Suddenly, Deloric felt someone grab him by his muddy casket and haul him out. "Don't move a muscle," they grunted. "Who are you?" demanded Deloric.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: Ultimatum Chapter 7: Plans
"What are we doing here?" asked Romain impatiently. The bustling market at mid day was crowded and noisy, and he had to shout to make himself heard. "This is the fastest way to make money, excluding selling the scroll," said Calon, smiling falsely as he handed a thick papyrus scroll to a customer, who dropped several silver pieces into his outstretched hand. "But why don't we just sell the scroll to a collector or something?" asked Romain "Do you really want to put one of our only hopes into the hands of a complete stranger?" demanded Calon sarcastically. "If they give me enough..." said Romain. He'd been raised to get every copper he could. "Forget it," said Calon. "Why are you so hellbent on being Graham raised from the dead who stops Anti-Strop?" asked Romain. "You have a better idea?" asked Calon. "Several. We could raise Graham ourselves. Better yet, we could summon someone or something else entirely," said Romain. "Like what?" snapped Calon. "The real Strop?" asked Romain. "No. I told you, he can't destroy Anti-Strop." said Calon. "No. But he might have enough influence in the council to get them to get Graham resurrected," said Romain. "Hey...that's a pretty good idea! But who will we get to read him out? You saw what happened to me when I tried it," said Calon.
"What will we do about the Anti-Strop dilemma?" asked Evsa nervously. Dornan shook his head. "There's not much we can do," he said. "There has to be something!" exclaimed Rhoden, the Holy Knight representative. Sir Zarok, the leader, was too ill and unfit for the journey, so Rhoden was sent in his stead. "We could summon something more powerful than Anti-Strop," offered up Cole. "Like what?" said Dornan hopefully. "I'm not sure," said Cole slowly. "What about you, Moat?" asked Firen. "I told you, I'm not getting involved," said Moat. He was in a bad mood. "But...this is the fate of the Internet!" exclaimed Dornan. "If we die, so will you!" "Not necessarily," said Moat. "Look, the Internet isn't all that's out there! There's so much more to explore! The universe of real life!" "Moat, you know Real Life is nothing but a fantasy," said Dornan scornfully. "Watch how you speak, Dornan," said Moat angrily, his eyes turning fiery. "I'm still a god with a bad temper." Dornan clamped his mouth shut and took a few steps back. "But the question still stands. What can we do?" asked Evsa. "I will help you, if not directly," sighed Moat, in a better mood now. "How?" asked Dornan. "I'm the god of life in all worlds, Dornan. I have certain...persuasive powers," said Moat.
The Adventures of ArmorGames: Ultimatum Chapter 8: The Opening
Calon gasped and swore as the shaking commenced. He could stop whenever he liked this time though, as he had removed the trap from the scroll. And somehow, this time it seemed easier. Calon remained standing as the words reverberated. And with a BOOM! a ninja horse appeared. He looked exactly like Anti-Strop. But the real Strop was wearing a dress, and radiating this aura of calm, cool command and confidence. Calon and Romain couldn't help but be reassured, even though they both knew he couldn't stop Anti-Strop. "Hello," Strop said. "Hi," said Calon shakily. Romain remained silent. "You should not have summoned me," Strop said darkly. "Why?" asked Calon, getting annoyed. He'd just freed Strop from 3,000 years of imprisonment at the risk of his own life, and here was Strop, telling him off. "The pure power from my arrival has destroyed the Curse of Deloric," Strop began. "And?" demanded Romain "I don't see how that's a bad thing." "It's also opened a portal to the realm of Real Life. We could all be destroyed excruciatingly," Strop replied. Calon and Romain gaped.
