No, This Is Pie War 2007.2, Part 3
Continued from Part 2.
Date: October 13, 2007
Categories: Random craziness
Friday, 19 April 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
Continued from Part 2.
Date: October 13, 2007
Categories: Random craziness
Yes! new theard!
waiting the fort is boring…
There will probably be a backlog of several thousand conflicting posts tomorrow, so I won’t add to the confusion.
Que pasa? Has a GAPA gotten up for a midnight snack, or what?
ook. wow, everything looks dfferent, i just changed browsers from internet explorer to mozilla firefox…. wow… it looks pretty cool…
Forget about plasma. Think lightsaber blade.
Eureka! I’ve found it! the GREAT WEAPON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4- Mozilla handles MB better, as I’ve found.
hmmm, yes, it is good… iv’e decided i like mozilla.
5- stop changing things to better yourself.
I sliced again. Electric sparks fountained out of a cut cable, and one of Gim’s arms began flailing wildly.
One good thing about long GAPA absences is that lots of posts are sure to crop up when they do come back.
??!??!?!!! mozilla firefox can’t edit my html?? oh, firebug can… dang!!!!!!! $%@^&%* firebug scrunched my code up so i can’t read it in internet explorer!!!! now I’m having trouble with bgsound!!!! argh!
why, why, why doesn’t it work??!? shoot, this code works for a while, but when i close the window and reopen it, it adds junk so it doesn’t work!!! argh! does anyone know how to disable the editing thing in firebug??!?
look, i had this: which worked in IE, but i had to add this;
for it to work in fire fox, but it keeps on adding this to the code:
argh! can anyone help?
? I’ll try again:
in internet exolorer:
in fire fox i had to add
but it adds
help?
??? forget it.
oops. I had a bat mitzva to go to yesterday. I missed museblog. Ag-listen, how did you zap me if we’re bacically stuck together? Plus, I have three more arms to parry it. Did you lose your arm or not? you couldn’t have responded that fast. Arrrgh! now I can’t respond to PCs post unless you stop dodging mine!
Three more vicious blows, and the arm dropped to the ground.
PC, please wait with your posts until I sort this out with Ag. He just doesn’t seem to get it.
16- OK. I won’t move until Ag and you have figured out exactly what’s happened.
17-thanks. can we say, then, that I didn’t have time to respond to 15? I didn’t see it ’till I finished typing. I am going to respond. later.
18- Most certainly. And may I say that I’m backing you up in this debate?
Ag, you said that Gim’s arm came down on the light blade and got cut off. However, I reread the previous thread, and that wasn’t what he did. He cut down with his own sword on the arm that was holding the shank. Therefore, there are three possibilities. One: blade is stronger than arm and cuts off both metal hand and shank. Two: blade is weaker than arm and snaps, but Gim still has all four arms. Three: you see that blade is stronger than arm and let go of shank, losing shank but keeping arm.
19-heh. thanks.
8- l meant lightsaber all along. You’re just whiney.
Okay, this is too confusing.
l wrench my light blade out of gim and retreat a bit. PC can handle tis.
See post 18 for what I do.
Oops. I meant post 15.
Okay, since no one noticed this on the previous thread (too busy dueling, I suppose), I’ll repost it here. (I need to do something.)
When Cinnamoon only tugged on my hand a little harder, I wrenched free from her grasp and sprinted towards the mouth of the cave where I could see the pie cannon. I aimed it several feet to the right the furious knot of duelers, and fired, releasing a cloud of acrid black smoke like charred pie.
I’m creating a distraction. Wouldn’t it be ironic if everyone continued to ignore it?
A loud BOOM echoed to the right, and I risked a quick glance to see what it was.
it was the ops fort, plmiting to the Ground, because it ran out of fuel, and the man for aeiou wanted to help the battle.
oh, never mind. here:
back in the fort, I longed to battle again. I jumped out of the fort with my parichute, sending me to the ground, ready to battle.
22-ummm, we already went over this. you can’t do that.
25-well, if you haven’t noticed, I’m kinda busy…
uuumm… can agag tell me where i am, how heavy the security is, what state he left me in, aand am i chained up or just in a locked room?
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Please?
22- you are being really insulting… everyone thinks what you are doing is impossible, and you still don’t see why, and think everyone else is wrong…. uuuum… anyone else would just let go of the shank……………
if you don’t tell me, i will take it that i am in a feather bed room with an open window, a parachute, and all of your best weaponry…… so just respond…
Your’e in a dank cell without light. And l fail to see why l can’t pull away. l’m just going to end the confusion.
“whats happening?” I ask canix.
“I’m a little busy!” I exclaimed, parrying a vicious blow from one of Gim’s robot arms. “Ask Jadestone or Agagabagabag!”
? …cookies are gooooooddd…. mmmm…
33- aaand you and gim went over that, you can’t do that.
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Having woken up in a “dank cell without light,” our hero, C++darkmage, attempts his grand escape from the op base.
just kidding.
“Ungh…” I moaned. “Where am I?!? Was that agag that captured me??” I muttered as I rolled off a moldy pile of straw and landed on my feet. Looking down at my left arm, I slowly flexed it up and punched the wall. One second passed. Then another. Small cracks flew out from my fist, and the outer layer of the wall gave away, showing the inside of high- quality piethril. If I punch through that, the metal in my arm will be quite dented, and might stop it from functioning, I thought to myself. And the guards will here me, I thought as I continued thinking to myself. Besides, a more sneaky approach is to my liking… Thoughtfully, I sat down on the straw bed, and began to look around the room to find a means of escape, which was made almost impossible by the absence of light in the small room.
After many hours of listening and prodding at the walls and door, I had the guards schedules and personalities figured out. I knew which ones had lazy personalities, which ones might be bribed, which ones came late, and which ones to avoid. Finally, two days later, my chance to escape came. The guard before the one that was always late was sick, and I had about five minutes to get out. I quickly busted the bars in the door’s window out, and reached into my pocket for a lock- pick. “Damn…” I said, as I came out with nothing. They must have searched me before bringing me in here. Three minutes. If only… Wait. They did add upgrades to my robotic arm… Maybe there is a lock pick… I pressed a switch on my arm in and turned it to the right. A part of my arm slided down, revealing many odd mechanisms; including a suntetsu, lock pick, and a computer chip carrying viruses. A lock pick. just what I need. One minute left. Quickly, I reached through the window, and stuck the lock pick into the key hole. The faint noise of footsteps echoed from down the hall. Finally, right as the footsteps began to come closer, the lock clicked, and the door flew open. I heard the curse of the guard as he reached for his weapon. But it was to late. Before he could shoot at me, I slammed the suntetsu into his side and he crumpled to the floor. I straightened up over his limp figure, holding his gun and thinking: oookaay… that part went well…..
35- woowww… I think thats my longest post ever…
With C++darkmage’s escape, the odds might tip a bit more in Gim’s favor. Thus, the final battle will be even more nervewracking.
“ALICE!” I yelled. “GET THE LINGONBERRY LIME LASER OUT OF THE CAVE!!”
“some one ! tell me what is going on! I have been in the fort for ever!”
Mwahaha!
I have found the weapon that will turn all Vanilla’s enemy pies against them! *evil laugh*
World domination is ours!
I look down at the great weapon in my hand. It looks like a rather large rock, with a large purple like substance in the middle! Once I activate the purple substance within, all the enemy pies will backfire on our enemies and……….well………havoc will reign on everyone except Vanilla!
*cracks open the rock*
OK……… Now……….how do I activate it?!
Ummmmmmmmmmmm………..
More factoids?
Suddenly, a shocking boom shakes the fortress from a distant distubance! Ooch! That was close! But, I’m OK.
*crrrrrrrrrrreak*
Hmmmmmm. I am now picking up signals of an alarming creaking sound that would suggest that I need to leave the premises.
NOW!
*CRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKK*
I go to run out of the door, but find myself stunned at the sight of……… a chipmunk.
A chipmunk?
I though that I’d gotten rid of that annoying little pest!!!
Suddenly, from the depts of the fortress, another tremor shook the the foundations. Eeeeek! We’re being hit somehow! This thought had barely reached my brain before the force of
the blow knocked me over by surprise.
Ouch! That hurt! I sit up, bewildered. Well, I guess that nothing’s broken. Oh. *awkward silence* Where’s the Great Weapon?
*looks around the room*
*eyes rest in the corner*
No! Don’t you DARE!
My eyes, filled with fury, gaze onto a fearful scene. A chipmunk is tharting my plans for Vanilla domination by………
*shudder*
eating……..the……….weapon!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*clenchs teeth in fury*
*smiles incouragingly*
Come here cute little chipmunky. You know how such good friends we are, right? Come on, don’t you want to give that cute little weapon to nice, old kiwimuncher? I know you do. I promise that I won’t hurt you……..much. Come on, be a good little rodent. Oh, don’t give me that look, havne’t I always been your bestest friend? Why don’t you come over here and hand that weapon over………..lest I come over there and squeeze the living daylights out of you……………with a friendly hug.
*the chipmunk chitters annoyingly and…………….sticks it in his mouth, leaving it in his cheeks to torment me*
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
*runs toward the chipmunk and tries to grab it*
The chipmunk skips lazily away and………..*gulp*.
The world grows silent.
I can’t beleive it.
It ATE it!
*the chipmunk jumps up and down, probubly gloating over his “victory”*
Or…………
I can’t beleive what I’m seeing. The chipmunk is turnilng into some kind of mutant chipmunk monster. In other words, my great chipmunk enemy is now a super strong chipmunk mutant.
The chipmunk runs toward a window in the fortress and jumps out. I look outisde and………. OMG!
Now assembled below the floating fortress is…… a humongous chipmunk army.
Like we need anything else on our plate right now!
Gim had my weapon, the shank, but l still had my arm. While he gloated, a l pied him in the face with my cannon, jumped to the side, and zapped the arm with the shank with my WKLW. lt went limp, and l grabbed the shank right out of his electrical hand. l then attacked more strategiecly. backed up against a tree, and launched over gim with my tail. l thrusted all my weapons at the back of gim’s head…
…and his mask fell off, revealing a decoy. l aga-ed aloud.
41- Gimanator has already made clear with his first person perspective that the Gim attacking us right now is the real McCoy. In that case, I think it’s unlikely that you’d be able to do all that before he reacted. Maybe some of it.
41- uuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmm……… … thats no better that what you’ve been doing before, but what the heck, i give up…..
40- aaaaagh!!! chipmunks are eeevil!!!!!!
40- the best you can do is lure them away with cheese!!! you must sacrifice all of the best cheeses in the name of killing this infestation of chipmunks… *sobs*
42- ( ) He said to me in school, “Well l do have a bunch of decoys left. How do you know it’s me ?”
43- lt’s much better. Shut up.
45- I still think it would be better if he was the one who decided that… but whatever.
“Great Five!” I exclaimed, seeing Gim’s decoy toppling to the ground. “Well, let’s look on the bright side. At least that gives us a brief respite.”
That was when I saw the hundreds of chipmunks marching over the ridge.
” oh ****” I said, altho hadly ever sawering
I echoed TMFA’s sentiments with great vigor. Alice clapped her hands over her ears.
“Chipmunks? Chipmunks???????????????” l roared, and rushed to attack them, swinging wildly.
45- not really…… and taking advantage of gim not being on for a few days isn’t too nice…
49- nooo! there are too many!!! use cheeese!!!!!
and now for more continued mayhem with C++DM…….
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After my escape from the dark cell, I ran down a hall, away from the crumpled figure of the guard. While running, I looked more closely at the contents of my left arm, and I found the first things that I noticed; a suntetsu, a lock pick, and a computer chip, plus a small pair of wire clippers, a round object that looked like some sort of compressed- pie supplier, and a box of matches. Hmmm… I thought to myself. The technicians at gims base really did know what they were doing…. The end of the hall was near, and I would have to choose which direction to go… Hopefully bringing me to a window and a parachute. If not, then I would have to lurk in the base and do as much damage as I possibly could. But I would prefer to escape and continue serving Gimanator. At the end of the hallway, I stopped and looked both ways, and decided to go on the left path, as it looked like it sloped slightly down. I continued running. And running. This hall appeared to go on forever, but finally I reached a big door at the end. I wondered to myself; where does it go? Is anyone behind it? Will I be caught again? Then, holding my breath, I slowly pushed the giant door open. What I saw surprised me, but not alarmingly. In front of me was a gigantic turbine, which I immediately suspected held the ship aloft. “Heh,” I said aloud. “What a surprise, what a surprise,” I stated mockingly. Slowly, I strode towards the whirring motor, and grasped the turbine with my left hand. “Lets see if this works,” I said. “Heh,” I said, and griped the spinning piece of metal even harder.
yaaaaayyyyyyy
excuse me. I haven’t been on in a while. yes.
I have a mask like an olden bucket helmet. yes.
You couldn’t knock the mask off like that. yes.
we argued at school. it is a decoy. yes.
after arguin a whole lot we agreed in the end I would be able to take the shank since you lost your arm. yes.
it would be okay, since my decoy would die. yes.
I actually think that Ag’s post was a bit of power play…if I could do that I’d just say ‘buticamebackfromthedeadandkilledeverybody’. *sigh*
does anybody see this from my point of veiw? oh well. no real harm done, I was just going to assume you had slightly more trouble with this one. they get harder, see. ok. I’m done.
Well, l am missing an arm. l concede that. But we agreed that you never posted the mask shape.
51- I can see your point of view.
50- The fortress is held up with gigantic zeppelins.
ACK. I dunno what I should do, as my character is having something of a psychological crisis. Ecilia, any action on your part to snap me from my reverie would be greatly appreciated.
Or if anyone wants to do something that affects the fortress LOGICALLY, that would be cool.
I stare in horror at the growing assembly of chipmunks. The leading mutant chipmunk waves his annoyingly large fists in the mair at the floating fortress. Then, he motions to his fellow chipmunks and thier attack begins. I run down the hall as fast as I can and see Gwendolyn in the middle of a psychological crisis.
I say, “Gwendolyn, we are in the middle of a BIG problem here! Why don’t you get out your psychological crisis and assist everyone! We are not only being attacked by the enemy, some of our troops are having problems below with enemy fighters and a rather large army of chipmunks are beginning an attack on our fortress. Not to mention that Alice is missing in action and a loss of thosands of pie weapons are at stake of this whole thing.”
Without waiting mfor her response, I fun to that top of the fortress tower. The chipmunk army has quickly assembled into an orderly mass and is now advancing quickly up to the fortress. Ooo goody! Time for defense! I hope that mysterious cook is getting ready to get busy in the kitchen, because I’m going to need a lot kof pies!
*grabs pie cannon and…….*
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
52- but he also never posted that it waas a decoy, so according to that, what you did never happened. hunh.
53- huh? what are zeppelins? *grabs dictionary*
oh, so they are big balloons? oookay…… hmmm… then what am i grabbing???!? *screams* duuunn dun dun duuuuuuuunnnnnn!!!! *shriek* *yell* *scream* duun duuun duuuuuunnnnnnnnn!!!
oh well…
edit out all after
And running. This hall appeared to go on forever, but finally I reached a big door at the end. I wondered to myself; where does it go? Is anyone behind it? Will I be caught again? Then, holding my breath, I slowly pushed the giant door open. What I saw surprised me, but not alarmingly.
begin
And running. This hall appeared to go on forever, but finally I reached a big door at the end. I wondered to myself; where does it go? Is anyone behind it? Will I be caught again? Then, holding my breath, I slowly pushed the giant door open. What I saw surprised me, but not alarmingly. I looked down. Aaand down. The ground was farther away than I had expected. I looked around the opening, trying to find a way to climb around. Then I saw a ladder. Perfect. Most likely left there from when some maintenance worker was repairing the side of the fortress. But perfect for an escaped prisoner like me to travel unnoticed. Slowly, I climbed the ladder up the side of the fortress. Don’t look down. Don’t look down. I thought, climbing each rung at a time. Looking up, it appeared that the ladder went to the top. Well, I thought determinedly, time to get over that vertigo. Several minutes later, I had climbed the last rung, and made it to the top. Around me were many wires and cables, holding something up… No, I thought, as I looked up. The wires were holding the fortress up. If I can break each part of the balloon at a time, then the fortress will float to the ground, and I might not even be found, I thought. The next few minutes were spent climbing one of the taught cables, but finally, I was able to grab on to the outside of the balloon and squeeze until I heard the air escaping. For thirty minutes I held on with my mechanical left arm, until finally, all of the air in that one chamber had gone out. Now for maybe three or four more, i thought… And thus spent the next two and a half hours climbing around at a great height, and deflating the balloons.
now will it work? if there are any objections, you can just have somebody find that I have escaped, and that you are losing elevation….
note to people:I normally don’t post my plans ahead of time so that people won’t be like duh. I pull your mask off, just coincidently, ya know, just to check all ‘cuz I said I planned a decoy.
I knocked the weapon out of Alice’s hand, and dragged her into the cave. “Alice, that will not help anything! Canst thou see those chipmunks? Well, hast thou remembered that we are in an unlimited supply of weaponry? Let us go and do something to halt the progress of those chipmunks”
The chipmunks’ claws dug into my skin. Pie chipmunks!
I snapped from the reverie somewhat.
“You ninnies!” I cried to no one in particular.
“Chipmunks are easily abolished with a strong knock to the head and a good dose of brambleberry pie!”
I then looked out the window, and gulped at the tremendous size of the rodents. There was only one way at least a few of these little pests would get a good rap on their noggins from a very large, airborne object.
You see what happens when you get distracted from the goal with silly, mutinous notions? An army masses against you! Be the commander your troops expect you to be, Gwendolyn! The little voice in my head shouted. I brushed all the thoughts I had been grappling with, rushing to the control room. I snapped on the intercom.
“Everyone in the fort buckle down right now! We’re going in for a landing, and I can’t guarantee how smooth it’ll be!” My voice resonated throughout the halls. I began to flip and press the series of switches and buttons that I had rigged for an emergency landing. A mighty crash came from my left. The West Bastion had just taken some serious damage, if it was still there at all. Thank Zark only surplus rooms were there. But that left us more vulnerable still.
Turning the last dial, I quickly belted myself into a chair attached to the floor. The wound in my abdomen screamed from my moving too fast, but it was too late to consider that now. The castle began to descend, plunging quickly through the atomosphere.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGHHH!”
l slashed wildly. Fortunately, piero came and shoved my away from the munks to a more strategic position. We battled hard, but our attackers showed no sign of stopping.
I jolted out of my attack when I heard Gwendolyn’s intercom annoucement. What? Does that mean? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Wait! Oh NOOOOOOOOOOO!
*the fortress shudders and starts catapulting toward land*
This is bad. VERY BAD!
*grabs onto pie cannon for support*
OMG! It’s going to blow me away!
The mutant chipmunk cheiftan sees the oncoming fortress and sounds that alarm. Instant confusion is the response to his alarm however, and the chipmunks is reduced to a terrified mass of rodents. Oh…..wait…..not just rodents! Someone melse is down there among them, fighting! I hope that they escape OK!
My mind gets back on my predicament. The fortress is picking up speed and will most likely blow me off the top of the castle like I was a leaf. On the other hand, if I let go of the pie cannon, which is holding me down, I’ll be tossed off the fortress anyway. Neither option sounds very pretty.
Ooooo! I have an idea! It’s crazy, but it may work! With a large amountof effort, I manuver to the front of the pie cannon and get inside. *closes eyes* *lights the cannon* Oh no. Well, I guess, it’s blast off time………
POW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
64- aand with no helmet …
This is really an rrr at this point, not a good old’ random pie-throwing thread. I tried to post on the other one assuming it had been abandoned, but the GAPAs are too efficient!
So can we have one where we just throw pies? I’m too lazy I don’t have enough time to follow these, I’m afraid…
If we can have one, The Great and Wholly Sugar-filled Empire of Zemtee declares itself the first nation ready to begin…
Red-tailed HAWK
66- NO! this is what all pie wars are from now on.
Since I’m not going to be able to get on, I am handing temporary control of Ecila to Gwen and I would be much obliged if someone would kill her sister off or otherwise put her out of action. Canix, Gimanator, Jadestone, or Gwen may take control of her if they so choose, and so can Ag BUT– you have to keep her personality consistent. When I return I will once again take control of any surviving characters.
Thank you.
*bows* It’s an honor, Alice. I’m rather busy at the moment so I can’t post new things, but I’m flattered with you decision. I’ll try to make her as consistent as possible. Come back soon!
68- hmmmm… you would just throw away their lives? I judged your side correctly. we msut be evil and destroy you. (randomness)
*iiis boored*
66- ya, the old ones WERE fun, buut this is so much better
Er, Ive been trying to follow this, and it’s just been a huge jumble for a while now. So I’m on the ground with Ishtar, fighting chipmunks. He’s having a glorious time after being cooped upin a flying ortress with no room to run.
Alice could get lost in the pie mines? She wouldn’t die (duh… pie mine) but it’d take her out for as long as you need.
68-where are you gonna be?
72- Let us make it so.
Alice pulled from my grasp. “I’m not just going to stand here!” she said. I tried to grab her hand, but I was too slow. She ran off into the pie mines. I looked for her, but stopped for fear of getting lost.
73-er, wait. I said disreagrd that, but I wanna make it clear…sorry alice….
I rushed up to the mine shaft and dashed down the tunnel. Quickly pulling the LLL out of the TR1K, I hauled it back to the entrance. It was only then that I realized I’d seen Cinnamoon- but not Alice.
Okay, thanks guys. This is very helpful of you. She’s sure to have all sorts of fascinating adventures when I get a new computer, and in fact she could have them now, if I was in the mood. Sadly, I’m not.
I turned to Cinnamoon. “Where’s Alice?” I asked.
Heehee… I’m gonna have fuuuun with Ecilia.
I heard Gwen’s voice over the intercom. Terrified, I looked about for something to hold on to, praying I wouldn’t end up squashed on the ceiling. We began to plummet down. I panicked as I felt my stomach falling away. Frantically, I clung to a heavy old coatrack. As we picked up speed, it swayed and teetered, but I was too frightened to think about letting go. Gwen and her crazy quick-thinking… it might get us out of some pinches, but it certainly is discomforting at the time.
CRASH!!!
We stopped. Everything slammed to the ground. I felt many large things squishing under the fortress. I myself still hung onto the coatrack, shaking from the G-forces. The noise of many scurrying paws and the clanging of weapons was audible from outside.
A loud WHOOOM and a blast of air knocked both me and Cinnamoon twenty feet down the shaft.
I might as well join…I’ll be a pie hacker!
PIE
PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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pIE HAVKERS ARE INDEED AWESOME, nERD. sO ARE SCARY SMILEYS
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Hey folks! I don’t have time to devote to long things like this one, so it isn’t nice to stop people like me from having a fun time pie-ing others! If I wasn’t a member of the popopo and didn’t mind popos I would invade the random thread, but I can’t because of the previously mentioned circumstances.
Post 82 doesn’t fit in with your story, but hiser is new.
PIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIEPIE!!!!!!!!!
:IDEA
PINK BUNNIES ARE AWESOME
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
This
was
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bad
idea!
I’m sailing through the air, with no helmet or any armour whatsoever, and headed toward who knows what!
At least I’m not dead.
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Oh look. I’m headed toward the depts of the pie mines.
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*slow moment*
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Eeeeeeek! I’m going to hit!
*braces self*
*shoots into the mine*
*hits the floor*
*blacks out*
Lying at the bottom of the shaft and half dazed, I was removed from whatever vestiges of consciousness remained within my bruised cranium by a plummeting, feminine missile attired fetchingly in green and brown.
I porgram my personal pie in C–…the reverse-engineered c++!
Using complex algorithims, I summon pies to my possesion! Mwahahahahahaha!
I wake up from my unconcious state in a rather large cave. Surprisingly, I find myself accompanied by PC and Cinamoon.
“Why, hello everyone! Where are we?”
PC and Cinamoon assure me that we are trapped inside the pie mines and that they have been waiting for me to wake up.
Wow. I must have been out for a while!
I turn around and see the entrance to the pie mines blocked off by a large mountain of debree. Poo. There goes our exit.
Suddenly, a large rumbling sound resounds throughout the pie mines.
What’s that?
OMG! all of the pies embedded in the mine walls are coming out of the walls and are moving with a great force to an unknown destination! all at once, the pies shoot off into the ceiling of the mine, leaving an unconveniet hole, one in which we can’t reach to escape out of!
What could have summoned all of these pies out of the mine? I don’t know, but whoever summoned them, they certainly have a LOT of pies now to carry out their devious plans!
I start to dig from the top, with a shovel. I will then lower a rope.
OK.
*Invades thread*
SEND FORTH THE PIE_TAPULTS!
*BOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!* *pie cannons fire*
*smooshsmashcrashclompclumpsmackploooeysplatsplatysplooopboom*
ATTACK!!!!!!! *BLASTS THROUGH THE DEFENSES*
*FIRE ALL CANNONS NOW!!!!!!* *BOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!*
The mission shall soon be completed. Though would be advised to surrender now to our pinkiness!
(message from and his friends)
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* AGAIN!!!!!!!!!! *blasts through defenses again*
WE SHALL CONQUER!
PIEIEPIYEAHSPLOOSHSERIEOUSLYYUPPIEYEAHYIPPEEEPIEBOOM!
*Pies*
The shall conquer all soon! Join now or be taken as our prisoners!
*PIESTAPULTS MOVE OUT!
This is your last warning!
91, etc.- Who are you even attacking?
the pie hacker takes all the pies he hacked, and uses reverse-engineers JAVA to make AVAJ! Now, the pise turn into a pie fort! Yay!
Can we have another pie war thread for those who wish to continue randomness? It would make everyone a lot happier and keep our culinary cultures from clashing catastrophically.
Alliteration is amazingly awesome.
Ahg. This thread has been killed by randomness!
I heard a noise, and a small hole opened in the heap of rock. TMFA’s face poked through, followed by a long rope. I began climbing up, motioning for Cinnamoon and Kiwimuncher to follow.
95-that’s what I said in post 84! Yes, it would be better!
The Great and Wholly Sugar-filled Empire of Zemtee delares itself the first nation in the pie war!
And I just posted on the alliteration thread after two months of deadness. Please go to it!!
Red-tailed HAWK
97- Let’s have one, GAPAs, before pies turn into flames!
So, you’re just 98 comments into a pie war thread (“No, This…2007.2, Part 3”), and you want another one? What shall we call it? Should it get a number? I’ve lost count.
99- I think you misunderstand. We would like a pie war thread for those who think the old style of random pie-flinging was better than the new RPG-esque, “New Coke” pie wars, so that they’re satisfied and aren’t forced to come here to get their pastry-tossing kicks. You could call it “Classic Pie War.”
Once at the top, I gathered TMFA, Cinnamoon and Kiwimuncher around me. “OK,” I said. “Our first order of business is to take out whoever sabotaged the Op fort. Let’s rendezvous with Jadestone and Gwen, see what they know about this.”
Wow, it’s been a while. l’ll check the other threads.
Uhm, wow. I’ll join Gimanator’s side, I guess.
With a pssshh of steam, l emerged from a chamber fully garbed as a decoy. I flexed my mechanical arms.
All four of us emerged from the excavation and made our way to the group huddled around the decoy’s body.
we walk in difenet derictions, to find jadestone and gwen.
forget 106.
104- cool. more decoy!!! but where is gim, the master??? even i don’t know, but heck, i’m stuck some where on top of the fortress……
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Suddenly, I realized that they too were trying to land, and because of my emptying the balloons of their air…. we were about to crash. I climbed down the cable that I was on, and braced myself for a crash landing……
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*whew* It’s tireing typing on my dads computer….
108- I assume that’s what happened in the past few minutes.
*is totally confused* I think I’ll just stand by and watch what Gwen does with Ecila.
It’s a ……………*get’s excited* *quickly gets unexcited* ……. decoy. Poo! Another one!
l knocked on the master’s door.
“Master, I am eager for my first mission! Perhaps I could help you?”
Grrr! Another decoy!
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l think it’s time for a retreat. Piero and l retreat to our depot that l made during my world travels. l pocketed my shank, because l couldn’t use it against anyone but the decoy, and instead placed a strawberry scimitar l had found in the surplus room remains in my back compartment. l then kicked up my feet and started reading The Wrath of the Gloanzglower.
Hours later, kelshino came limping to me. He’d managed to escape. l bandaged his leg and applied healing cream. To plot now… Heheheheheh.
112-woah! the first person to join my side without knowing in person! since your the first….you were ranked lowly decoy…but I propmote you to cool decoy! like C++D. w00t!
plan…right…gotta think one up…hmmm.
I see a few figures aproaching from the distance, slightly to the left of where Ishtar and I were camped out, but in our general direction. Cautiously, I cllimbed a white vanilla pine tree near the edge of the forest we’d been resting in, and warned my pie poler bear to lie low for a minute behind the hillock we’d camped out behind. He was mostly hidden, save for a few tufts of fur, but hopefully they’d be mistaken for the white vanillin flowers that speckled the landscape. I squinted, trying to make out the distant figure and determine if they were friend or foe.
I spy Gwendolyn coming out of the once flying fortress and we walk over to her. After explaining everything, I look over at the fortress again. A few stray chipmunks limp out of the debree and scurry away, back into the trees. Haha! They have been defeated, for now!
109- yaaaaah….
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After the sudden landing, I climbed to the edge of the fortress and looked down. Below me, I saw someone and Gwendolyn speaking, and I pieced together what had happened. Hmm. So Gim had sent another decoy, and it had been discovered, and someone named Alice was lost in the pie mines. If Gim could capture her, then we would have a valuable hostage.
Slowly, I ripped of a piece of metal on the fortress and slid down the side of the ladder. After that, it was a simple matter of throwing the chunk into the bushes and hiding. When I threw it, they turned their heads, and I jumped off the fortress and ran into the bushes on the opposite side of where I threw the metal. Now should I try and get a hostage, or report to Gim? I asked myself. Slowly, I turned my head toward the pie mines. The choice was obvious.
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118- Just one question: how do you know who I am? Is the great General Gwendolyn really that famous? And even if I am, how do you recognize me?
Wheeeeeee plot holes.
119- I’ll fix it.
I’ve figured out the prologue for the story. Shall I post it?
121- QUICK! I want to read it before I have to get off in 30 minutes!
The ship bobs up and down in the calm waves, its captain standing pensively at the helm. He scans the horizon through his enormous spyglass.
The young man beside him taps him on the shoulder. “See anything, sir?”
The captain makes one last sweep of the gray waves and catches sight of a pale smudge of billowing canvas. “The Ravioli. 200 gun Spaghetti frigate. Cargo: Sugarcane (supposedly,) tobacco(purportedly,) kidnapped Tofu ambassador (certainly.) That’s our target.”
He turns to the first mate, a hard-faced Mint nomad with a thin scar crossing her jaw. “You know why we’re doing this?”
The first mate grins. “F’r shoor, Capta’n. Cuz we’re dead broke, and Tofu off’rs 500 tins f’r the ret’rn of their ‘mbassador.”
The captain nods. “And because we’re mercenaries with nothing else to do.” He turns back to the young man beside him. “You understand?”
The young man grins. “Yes, sir. It’s an honor to participate in this plan, sir.”
The captain turns back to the helm. “Take care out there, kid.” Then he shouts. “Raise sail! Close with the ship!”
The valiant little caravel shoots out of the secluded inlet and speeds across the choppy waves, hurtling towards the Ravioli.
The mate drops to the ground, flinging open the breech of a forward culverin and shoving a cherry pie into it. She slams it closed and touches a length of smoldering tow to the powder.
The pie streaks across the distance between the two vessels and strikes the Ravioli’s foremast.
More later.
What?! I’m confused. We have a prologue?
124- I’m editing and writing the entire story of the Pie War. The prologue provides some context about my background and (later) why Gim turned evil.
123- ls that me? l’m not in this for a while.
I have made an invention. The swords l have have citrus acid that burns through metal!
127) Whoa!
126- I know. Gimanator is the young man, I’m the captain, and the first mate never appears in the actual Pie War as she is about to die.
Interesting………..
Well, anyway, there is, at the moment, a slight pause in the action. Now that our current situation is over, perhaps we should think up some kind of plot to attack another flavor………..
130- Actually, what we need to do is get rid of the saboteur who is presumably still in the fortress. Then we find Alice and go after Gimanator.
129-woah…i was in your crew? talk about plot twists…
Lovely prologue. When I come back on Tuesday you’d better have posted more!
The huge frigate lumbers around, guns slamming out of ports, but the smaller ship is already dancing across the wrinkled gray water.
“What’s happening?” the young man yells.
His captain grits his teeth, spinning the ship’s wheel. “We’re built for the shallows and deeps alike, with a middle-sized keel, but that frigate’s meant to sail across vast oceans. Very deep keel, useless near shore.”
“Well, I can’t help but notice that we’re heading out to sea!” the young man replies.
The captain winks. “There’s a sandbar out there that I know well, not marked on any Spaghetti charts. We’ll sail right over it, but the Ravioli will run aground. Then we sweep the deck with grapeshot and swing aboard, pick up the ambassador, and leave that hulk crippled on the shoal.”
His crewman grins. “Brilliant, sir. Is that it?” He points out a patch of pale water.
“Good eye.” The captain spins the wheel, and the ship creaks in protest as it dashes over the sandbar.
The Ravioli thunders after them, all its canvas taut.
Lovely prologue. Keep up the good work!
What about the War, people? Hello?
131) There’s a saboteur?! Whoa! Let’s get ’em!
I rushed into the fortress and attempted to find the computer room. Unfamiliar with the floor plan, I got lost several times, but finally managed to get to the main data center. I activated the security system throughout the fortress.
Green dots- Op, Jadestone and Vanilla soldiers- were scattered through the corridors, but there was no red dot that would indicate an intruder. Perhaps it was just an equipment malfunction, but my gut told me that something was wrong.
“I think the saboteur’s already ditched us,” I called.
“realy? huh.”
Oh NO! What shall we do?
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119- suuurrre why not? i have some pot twists so just make the pie war continue until gim is defeated before writing about C++DM, PC
142- I plan to wait until the war’s over to compile and edit.
I left the fort and leaped from its slightly skewed gate to the ground. “The first order of business now is to find Alice, then get this fort off the ground and begin making repairs. I’ll try this tunnel,” I said, pointing towards the entrance that the girl from Blackberry had vanished into.
I almost immediately encountered problems. Three tunnels branched away from the main one. Which one had Alice gone through?
The Tunnel of Doom, Homework, and Computerlessness.
No, that wasn’t part of the story, it’s just reflecting my mood.
146) your mood? I suppose that your mood applies to where you are in the mines………
Hmmmmmmmmmmmm………
*looks at the 3 tunnels curiously*
The first tunnel seems to have a smilie face carved onto the top. The second has a face with a neutral expression. The third has a frownie face.
Alice seems sad.
I wonder which tunnel we should take……….
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Ahhh! I know! It’s the third one!
A lesson to everyone, when in doubt, always follow your nose!
Please stop making this story so random. Your posts are much like those on the classic pie war.
148- is it random, not pointless.
147) Did no one recognize my allusion?
148) What?
I checked the charts. All three tunnels merge eventually. I’ll just take the middle one.
nothing has happened…I’ve decided to start taking over blackberry for the wealth it provides…but I don’t wanna check that old thing that says who’s taking over their government….*sighs**gets off lazy bum*
It is only once I’ve traveled halfway down the third tunnel when I realize that Captain Canix has not accompanied me. After that realization, I notice how quiet the third tunnel is. I also notice how glloomy it is. A slight chill starts creeping up my back. OMG. This is creepy.
Suddenly I remember that this is, after all, the frownie face tunnel. Oooooooooooo. This looks like a bad situation.
I turn the corner and it gets worse.
In front of me, I see a……….. clown. The clown is crying and does not seem to notice me. I have several things that I avoid such as…….
1. awkward situations such as being near someone when they’re crying
2. clowns
I try to sneak quietly past the clown but I trip over my feet and stumble to the ground. The clown looks up and sees me. The clown stops crying at the sight of me and smiles an extremely toothy grin.
*shudder*
The clown says “It’s a miracle! My audience has finally come! This audience will smile, laugh ,clap…….. teeheehee!”
*shudder*
The clown leans over me, saying “Why hello little girl! Watch this!”
The clown leans closer and pulls his bright red nose off before my very eyes, leaving an empty black hole.
*wide eyed look of terror* *screams* *runs*
I absently pull out my spectroscope and fiddle with the dials.. and gasp. “ALICE, KIWIMUNCHER, GET OUT!” I bellow. “There’s hallucinogenic gas pouring out of the walls.”
I run for my life. Whether this is a trick of Gimanator’s or one of the more sinister corners of the Pie Mines, I don’t want to find out.
OMGGGGGGGGGGGG!
The situation only gets worse when I hear a shout coming from the depts of the pie mine.
“There’s hallucinogenic gas pouring out of the walls!”
This is NOT good!
Out of breath, I run along the passage and take a sharp right into a small chamber along the wall.
*pant pant*
Oh no!
*holds breath*
*clown runs past*
*lets out breath*
Wow. That was close! I have to get out of here! and where’s Alice?! Do I try to find Alice and leave her to her own fate
against the clown and the gas or do I go after her and …..
*gulp*
the clown?
*grapples with conscience*
??? i am completely confused, and banished from the computer for the past few days… oh well, guess not much happened… no time to check other threads, have to (had to) get of t noon… bye.
I run into Kiwimuncher. She’s staring intently into the distance at something only she can see. “But the clown… ” she mutters, half to herself.
I realize that the gas must be of a sort that reaches deep into your brain and produces visions of your worst fears. If we didn’t get out soon…
A polar bear, stained with pie and blood and in battered Chocolate armor, rears up in front of me.
What l’m trying to say is that Kiwimunchers posts aren’t the correct style for this thread, and they create unnescesary plot complications.
158- Actually, I have to agree about the unnecessary plot complications. I find myself scrambling for logical explanations (like hallucinogenic gas.)
I snarl an expletive in a mountain dialect of Vanillin. “Lororrlshahah!” Then I realize it’s probably a product of the gas. I dash straight through it and drag Kiwimuncher outside, where I take several deep breaths to clear the gas out of my lungs. The pursuing Ursus arctos crustos fades into nothingness.
“If Alice is in there… ” I pause to catch my breath. “She’s in trouble. Gwen, do you have any robotic probes that you could use to find her? Or failing that, gas masks?”
You know, we don’t really need to respond to the tunnels thing. Trying to make it sensible only makes it worse. Let’s go back to before the tunnels. Can we also forget the chipmunks?
162- It seems unfair to Kiwimuncher… but on the other hand, her posts weren’t really the right style for this war, as you said. I’ll keep out of this decision.
Frankly, there’s only three of us on, including you. this thread has collapsed. lf you don’t make a decision, it’ll be a stalemate.
Oh. Er…
Let’s get Kiwimuncher’s take on this first. Perhaps we can come to a compromise.
Is it time to declare peace?
l don’t know. All of the flavor continent wants peace exept for Vanilla and chocolate. Chocolate is defeated, but Vanilla is still warlike. If they back down, the rest of the continent won’t crush them, and Chocolate will rebuild itself. The only thing that stands in the way of peace is Gimanator, but he’s one of the many people who isn’t on.
You could call a truce to sort things out.
l know!
PC’s cell fone rang.
“PC, it’s agagabagabag. No, l can’t tell you where l am, it’s too dangerous. Listen, l don’t have much time. When you hang up from this call, ambassadors from all the countries in the continent will be on the line. They are creating an alliance to enforce peace. The ambassadors see that the only threats to their peace are vanilla and Gimanator. l highly suggest you accept. In the short time l’ve known you, l’ve seen that you are a man of reason. Please do the right thing.”
Foot steps could be heard in the background.
“l’ve got to go. Please accept!”
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From the embassey at Muffin, Blueberry came marching a massive army of many colors, each unit with the same thing in mind: an end to Giminator, the great upstart!
Ah, some ping pong there.
I’m around
I wish I was around.
169) If we’re at pece then why are you being attacked by Blueberry? or did I just read that wrong?
158, 162) You know what? That hurts my feelings.
(173) Personally, I think the chipmunks added an inspired element of mayhem.
I’m here. But I don’t know what to do. I’ll join PC on his rescue mission if he doesn’t mind.
I am teh pwnage and I hereby start the new Tribe of Pwnation.
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Behold the square pie of doom. Join or be stuffed into a paperclip proton accelerator.
173- Actually, I liked the chipmunks, but the clown seemed a little bit pointless. Sorry.
“Jadestone, would you do me a big favor and take a group to find Alice? I need to negotiate with these ambassadors.” I roll my eyes. “I hate politics, but I’m the highest-ranking Vanillin official in the area.”
Oooooooooooooooooooo! I’ll join Jadestone!
*jumps up and down with excitement*
The negotiations seem to be going well. Spaghetti, as always, was a bit nationalistic, but everyone seemed caught off guard and pleased by my willingness for peace.
I am coming with you to the signing. as of then, the jadestones will have been disbanded.
how does thursday and friday sound for the end of the war?
Ha ha you idiots. you have chosen not to join the Pwnation. but my fanged pie-throwing followers of Morgrath-Kul will track all of you down. I won’t stop this pie war because the Pwnation will never stop fighting for justice, liberty, and banana cream.
In the language of Pwnasian:
Had wizz witcha hooga nasry, bas lad hooy bayiyiyiyi.
I am campaing for a lime-lemon countie to be peulled together for the formor limer/leomoners.
180- Don’t disband yet! Gimanator’s still at large, and Vanilla can’t beat him alone!
181- Perhaps you might want to go on the Classic Pie War thread. It’s more suited to randomness.
182- The capital would be Sprite, I take it?
this is how the treaty is looking like:
1) vanilla will promise to disband the army, and genreal Canix will take over as chief of peace in the union of the falvours
2) lime-lemon will be taken from it old home in cholkit, and let to be a real country
3) spagetii will be a peace attempeter, to be gaurded carefully by general Canix
4) grape will no longer attempt to take over blackbeery
5)stawberry and pomorgante will get to export the same amout of jucie
6) the butterscoth-penut butter-carmel area will become a peace attempeter, to be gaurded carefully by General Canix
7) orange will return all teritor taken from nectorine
8)the apple disput will be handled later, by the chief of peace.
care to sign, general Canix? are you up to the job?
I sign my name,
the man for aeiou
184- I doubt the other delegates could be persuaded to sign something that gives me so much power. We should redraft it. Let’s go into the Op briefing room. There’s no sense in staying out in this war zone.
185- how about a confrance of peace, something like the UN?
186- The UF, or United Flavors. All countries retain their independence and self-government, but act in harmony whenever possible.
TMFA, you’ve obviously researched the conflicts in Flavor more than I have. Would you post a list of them?
Attention museblogers especially Praillus Canix tha playa-hater.
ALL YOUR BASES ARE BELONG TO US
187- O.k.!
Chocolate and Vanilla, the two largest countries, are power-hungry and constantly at war.
Butterscotch, Caramel, and Peanut butter were once the same country, but they split up, and now the three ethnic groups are fighting for dominance of the region.
Tofu is a mostly peaceful island of liberals, who are under attack from the wild spagghettis.
Strawberry and pomegranate are fighting for dominance of the juice industry.
North and south apple are fighting about whether the country should be red or green. Kurd apple (tee hee!) wants it to be yellow.
Nectarine is being bullied by orange, who want it for their territory.
The rich aristocrats of Grape are bribing the blackberry leaders to do what they want, enraging the blackberry people.
Pour bluberry is being swept up in all of this.
that was from agagabagabag
also, the people of lemon-lime have long whatened to get away form the people who took them over, chcolate.
As the leader of Pwnation and the Coconut Cream Guerrila, I declare war on the Vanillins and my sworn enemy Prarillius Canix.
We will not stop fighting for our freedom. Vamos Todavia.
188- As far as I know, “playa” is Spanish for beach. I like the beach…
Anyhow, sorry if we’re making you feel unwelcome, but we’re trying to have a pie war with a sensible progression of events. The introduction of a new enemy so late in the story makes a bit of an unnecessary plot complication. The Classic Pie War has all of the pie throwing and none of the snarkiness (i.e., moi) of this one. I think you might like it better.
188- Excuse me for the interruption, but I’d like to say something to “Cliff Eagle Teh Pwnage” (176, 181, and 188). This thread is rather complicated, and you have to understand the Geography and History of the Musiverse to make much sense of it. You cannot just jump in and say whatever you like. I think you would find it easier to post on the “Classic Pie War” thread. On this thread, people will probably pretend you don’t exist.
Oh, and if I made a mistake about this, PLEASE ZAP THAT POST.
also, we are trying to finish the treaty to end this pie war.
190- Why is it always me?
189- Brillig.
The first order of business is to provide for Tofu’s safety. Why, precisely, are the Spaghettis attacking them?
Second order of business. Strawberry and pomegranate juice go well together. We could have them form a co-operative conglomerate of juice businesses, with the profits being divided evenly between the countries.
We could divide Apple into three different countries- one North, one South, and a portion for the Yellow.
Orange and Nectarine could simply sign a treaty.
Grape and Blackberry… that’s a bunch (yuk yuk) of thorny (yuk yuk) problems. Any suggestions?
And we could simply give Lemon-lime their independence. Chocolate isn’t really in much of a state to protest, considering that we leveled its capital.
Blueberry could issue a Proclamation of Neutrality, saying that it would not join in any wars in exchange for nobody attacking it. This would sort of make it the Switzerland of the Flavor Continent.
192, 193- That’s quite astute of you, IBCF. I couldn’t have put it better.
195- after a little effort, I found out that spaghetti’s full name is the democratic republic of spaghetti and meat sauce. they fell tofu is a risk to the meat sause part.
I’ve done some research on the aristocratic families of Grape. There are 4 major ones:
See-D’less: A family of high beginnings, but fell through three generations of debauchery into its current situation. It now follows the lead of the most charismatic family, hoping to gain glory by shadowing it.
Redd: Currently in a vicious feud with Purpl, which has resulted in several poisonings, a strangling, and one person being thrown out of a bay window. It recently fought its way up from poverty to fame and fortune. An up-and-coming, fiery family. The See-D’less are following its lead at present.
Purpl: Born in the purple, and not leaving if they can help it, the Purpl are famously determined and grim. They do not shy away from harshness if it is necessary, yet they follow a certain code of honor.
Greenn: Idle and rich, they hold the worst of the Purpl-Redd feud at arm’s length with lavish bribes. They prefer dinner parties to defenestration, but should not be underestimated: in a tight corner, a Greenn will show surprising sagacity and an iron will beneath the layers of gentility.
197- Hmm. They could sign a treaty, the terms of which are:
1) Tofu agrees not to infringe upon the meat sauce, ravioli filling, and other pasta-related meat industries; and
2) Spaghetti agrees not to engage in war against Tofu unless Tofu should attack it first.
Sorry for multiple posts, but I just found out more about the Grape aristocracy.
Blackberry is rich in pietanium, and is the main exporter of the metal to the Flavor Continent. The Grape families want to control the pietanium supply, for the obvious reason that pietanium is used in nearly every weapon of war. In a place as war-torn as the Flavor Continent, pietanium is a highly valuable commodity and whoever controlled its source would become extremely rich.
This is a major problem. We’ll need to get all the leaders to discuss it. And of course, the Grape leader will deny his knowledge of this, because he’s in the pay of Greenn and Redd
For the caramel-butterscotch-peaunut problem, l suggest that they become one nation, Caramepeanutscotch.
Aha! That’s all I need! I spy to get into grape…I’m surprised at how much has been held up in my absence…*to continue please insert token and send peace treaty to gimanator* then I’ll show you my plot…I’ve been away far too long…what are these???treaties!?!?!?*sighs*I need to finish up and so does C++DM…Yes. I’ve figured it out completely. All it takes is my new sythesized material.
Hey, you’re back! l await your orders.
202- Thank goodness. I was thinking that the final climactic battle would never come.\
But of course, our characters are blissfully unaware of your return.
yes, we are.
I call the ambasitors of strawberry and pomegranate in to the room.
we are at the meetting, right?
206- I believe we’re teleconferencing.. but I’m sure a great inventor like Gwen would have installed a holographic conference device in her briefing room. I find it and turn it on, allowing us to see all the ambassadors at once.
“So let’s deal with the strawberry-pomegranate problem first. Have you given them our suggestion, TMFA?”
*is blissfully unaware of Gimantor*
Wow! This is an awesome conferance room!
Plus, I get to have a key role in the actual conference! I get to greet all of the big boss leaders as they come into the room! Is that not cool? I find it even cooler that, since they are holographic, when I shake their hand, their hand goes right through me!
Well, enough of that, the conference seems to be starting, but there is one person that’s not there. You know how I know? I have a senser that’s been put on my palm that recognizes different leaders as they come in. There is an uncomfortable feeling in my palm that someone is either late or refusing to appear. I have a bad feeling about this!
Could that be me that you speak of? Seeing as l am considered a citizen of many countries (l was traveling the world and l was in strawberry, who decreed a draft of all citizens of age in the country had to fight. They made me a citizen by force. When l fled to pomegranate, the same thing happened.) l was offered a seat at the delegation. Unfortunately, this will be impossible, given where l am.
I made the suggestion to the ambassadors of Pomegranate and Strawberry. They seemed somewhat dissatisfied, but grudgingly admitted that it was the best solution they were likely to get. I left them to discuss the particulars of the Juice Treaty and moved on to talk to Tofu and Spaghetti.
Tofu was willing to accept the treaty, but the Spaghetti delegate went off on a long-winded speech on “meat-sauce honor” and “destruction of the infidels and vegetarian-supporters.” I quickly programmed a hologram of every delegate nodding attentively, switched off our connection to Spaghetti and plugged my custom-made hologram into it. I then moved on to the Apple delegates, knowing by the time the Spaghetti orator began winding down and started to suspect that something was fishy about his audience, the meeting would be nearly over.
the north apple and kurd apple are fine with the current ramifactions, but south apple says there country is to small.
Give them control over the Cider Bay. That should satisfy them without POing the North and Kurd too much.
On to the Orange-Nectarine nonaggression treaty…
Nectarine wanted 50 square miles of Orange land as compensation for the invasions. Orange refused. I eventually managed to dig up some evidence on the Op archival computer that Nectarine had originally possessed all the land north of Tangelo Creek. After a bit of grumbling, both sides signed the treaty.
Now for Lemon-Lime’s independence. Chocolate didn’t protest, but I think that was probably because the delegate was scared of me. Lemon and Lime delegates didn’t mind uniting into a single country. That part of the meeting went fairly smoothly.
Nobody objected to Blueberry’s Proclamation of Neutrality, probably because hardly anyone noticed Blueberry anyway.
Now for the three hardest problems- Grape-Blackberry corruption; Caramel-Peanut-Butterscotch turf war; and Spaghetti-Tofu conflict.
214- oh, we never did. we got along just fine because there was just a little more twang in lime.
re: spaghetti- tofu. the spaghettian has winded down, and, just as long as tofu abstains from making any meat sauce, they will stay peaceful.
215- Excellent. Two more problems to solve.
CPB turf war- hm. not my area.
grape/blackberry- we need to talk to alice/ecila about this.
217- She’s busy doing NaNoWriMo in the real world (well, so am I, but I have a computer at my leisure, whereas she must spend every spare hour of computer time writing) and lost in the Pie Mines in the Musiverse. Jadestone and Kiwimuncher are looking for her.
So now for the CPB turf war. Each one believes that the entire country is their ancestral home and that the others are invaders. The major thing they’re fighting over is the capital city, S.tic,kabr!oww?ne (punctuation intended), which contains sacred sites for all of them. Suppose we divide the country into thirds, with S.tic,kabr!oww?ne in a “communal zone” in the center. Each third will have an important resource for its inhabitants- the Creamysweet Lakes for the Butterscotch, the Roofamoutstik Geyser for the Peanut Butter, and the Dentagloo Mines for the Caramel.
After a few minor border disputes, the Caramel-Peanutbutter-Butterscotch Treaty was signed.
I think we need to appoint new Grape and Blackberry leaders who promise to crack down on corruption in the aristocratic families.
*peeks through the door to watch the conference*
Well, it seems to be going extremely well. The delegates are being for the most part very cooperative. Unfortunetly, the missing person is still not here. Perhaps it is agagabagabag. although that doesn’t explain my queasy feeling. Perhaps it’s because I drank a whole jug or orange Gatorade this morning.
After doing some research, I found a promising potential leader of Grape. She is the mayor of a large Grape City, Wyne, and her name is Maenad Spearwinter. She was originally part of the Purpl family, but was disowned after refusing to execute the family of someone who’d betrayed the Purpls. She married a Mint nomad and traveled with them for ten years. When her husband died, she returned to Grape and got a job as the editor of a respectable newspaper. A few years later, she went into politics. Since she knows the aristocratic families well and wants to see them gone, she would be a good choice.
Ok. and then Alice? for blackberry?
Gwendolyn oTES, please come here! (see below)
222- I think Ecila would be a better choice, but she might not want to. Then again, she’d probably feel a sense of duty to make life better for people like her who have been hurt by the war between Grape-financed Blackberry factions.
In any case, with real-life concerns… Alice is off the blog most of the time. I believe she handed control of her characters to Gwen (see above.)
wow, i’m back and lookit all thats happened.
O.O
amazing. anyways, i guess that instead of doing something else, i decide to just go back to gims base. we shall see how this all turns out… kinda confusing, though.
Okay, guys, I’m here. I thing I can alternate writing and posting, so for the next twenty minutes at least we can do something.
225- I know you’re probably gone now, but here’s a recap:
While Jadestone and Kiwimuncher search for Alice, TMFA and I have been negotiating for peace with the other flavors in hopes of getting more support in the fight against Gimanator. In doing so, we’ve been solving many of the conflicts that have raged through the flavor continent. Our solution to the Blackberry problem (rival aristocratic families from Grape have been struggling to get control of the pietanium supply in Blackberry, mostly by bribing various Blackberry leaders and thus indirectly making Blackberry a war zone) is to appoint new leaders for both countries who promise to crack down on corruption and crime. We’ve found one for Grape. TMFA nominated Alice for Blackberry. I thought that Ecila would be a better choice but am somewhat opposed to either of them being appointed, as they’re still quite young and inexperienced.
So that’s that.
Alice will soon have a computer, so the action will pick up.
well, since everyone is at the council, I join Jadestone in the quest to find Alice. Come on Jadestone! Whee should we search first?
Before anyone goes any further on apple, please note that the whole Kurd thing was a joke. You see, l was comparing apple’s situation to that of Iraq. Please refer to it as yellow.
229- Gotcha.
Actually, my joke was in pretty poor taste.
let us rap up. this is the last PIE WAR THERD IN THE WORLD! NO!
What?! I’m confused. What do you mean by this being the last Pie War Thread?!
232- We can’t wrap up until GIMANATOR comes back.
233- we have baned agressive pieing!
235- Temporarily.
Of course, I’m sure the GAPAs will allow us one knock-down drag-out multi-gadget super-skillz climactic pie fight with Gim and his minions. Just for narrative purposes, you understand, it’s not like we actually enjoy it… BWAHAHAHA!!!
l shall e-mail Gimanator at once.
I’ll be gone for a few days. Please don’t have the final battle without me (though if it’s absolutely necessary, I will bow to your wishes). I will be back soon.
238- see you!
canix went away, and now I am in change of the confance. I ask the delation to wait for me before it cantines.
I head off to the libray, to do some reshursh.
l e-mailed C++DM and gim calling them maple freaks, and C++DM said something lilke “l have to get to level twenty!”
OOGA.
Jadestone and I set off to find Alice. She must be around somewhere! Most likely she’s still inside the pie mines. Ooch! A VERY scary place!
Perhaps we can go down the tunnel this time instead of the tunnel to find Alice.
240- heh. im lv. 21 now, so here i am!!!
238- alright. see ya.
soooooo what happens now? we wait for gim??? … .. …. … … … … … …. … .. …. .. … … … … … … … ….. . … … . ….. ….. .. … …
BOREDDDD
37- i ment 36.
l just recieved word from C++D that gim will be gone for the week. *awaits groans*
*groans*
well, at least that gives me type to come up with a second person, if Alice does not want the job.
Let’s ding the bored song!
I am bored
as a board
as I am waiting
for some excitement!
I am bored
as a board
a wish there
was something to do!
I am bored
as a board
so will you please
entertain me?!
I am bored
as a board!
So perhaps I should just…….
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Well, I’m back, at least.
“Let’s ding the bored song!
I am bored
as a board
as I am waiting
for some excitement!
I am bored
as a board
a wish there
was something to do!
I am bored
as a board
so will you please
entertain me?!
I am bored
as a board!
So perhaps I should just…….
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ”
Just ‘lettin you know i’m alive!!!
yaaaaayyyyyy
Here’s a Blackberry leader I’d like to suggest.
Thorn Goosegog. He’s a shrewd politician who’s had lots of experience dealing with corruption, and is one of the few who refused to be bribed by the Purpl or the Redd families.
246 and 248- the PoPoPo hereby fine you five pieces of virtural cholkit per stanza.
250- got it. happly, this tech is so advanced that the treaty is righting it self. we will now sumit it to the leaders.
This plan seems to be working wonderfully!
Now………….to find Alice!
We have now entered the mines and are traveling thourgh it’s tunnels!
Everything seems to be positivly normal, which is a good thing. The only problem is that we don’t even know where we are,so how could we possibly be successful in finding someone who is lost if we’re lost ourselves? If only we had a map!
253- I have a map. Do either of you have a handheld computer? I’ll email it to you, if so.
251- O.O okkaay…
juuuuussstt lettin’ you know im alive #2/ bored ranting
226- I happen to agree. I appreciate the thought, but Alice and Ecila are both horrible diplomats. ‘
I’m back though.
256- Welcome!!! That’s no problem. We’ve found a good leader (see post 256)
Kiwimuncher and Jadestone are trying to find you in the Pie Mines. Anytime you want to find them would be good.
oh. hehe…sorry….welll…maybe I won’t eclare peace…: twisted : *sneaks out spy towards grape*
this thread has become a campout comedy…*laughs* *sets up chair and sleeping bag* like waiting at the movie theaters…
OMG! Look Jadestone! I think I see something up ahead!
*quickens pace*
It seems that there is a handheld computer hanging on the wall with a rather large map!
*looks at map*
It seems that we have gone the wrong way because this tunnel goes to a dead end. Of course.
I suppose that this means that we have to go back the way we came and take that left instead of our right.
*tries to grab computer on the wall*
Ooch! It’s stuck! In fact, it’s cemented into the wall.
Hey Jadestone, could you hand me that drill from over there?
The tunnel twisted and turned, branching in a thousand directions, and soon I wished I had stayed with Canix. Even in the thick of battle, at least I knew where I was.
“Bother.” I slumped against the tunnel wall-and then leaped up in horror. It had moved! As I watched it carefully, I saw it shift again. And again.
A small man scaled the twisted and curved marble pillars of grape vines. He had one mission-assassination and impersonation. The result of which could be amazingly devestating to the other battle sides.
Can that be me? Can it? Can it?
Footsteps. A guard was walking past. l shifted to the other side of the pillar. when he was gone, l shifted back and climbed up until l reached the window of a chamber.
“Heheheheheh…”
l took some beads from my pocket and threw them into a ventilation shaft. l heard a few soft pops.
The man in the room shifted unconfortably. Then he went over to the window l was by and opened it. l ducked down.
When he returned to the sofa he was on, l hoisted my rifle and shot a dart at him. He fell.
262, 263- Finally!
262,263) Oh no!
The drill hammered into the wall with a lot more force then I had in mind. Oh well. At least it worked! Unfortunately, it worked to well. The map came off, but the wall came with it. I don’t think that we will be able to easily carry it through the mines.
*looks up and hears someone down the opposite tunnel*
“Treaty’s finished,” I said. “Now to figure out a plan of assault on Gimanator. It is believed that his base of operations is hidden somewhere in Vanilla. I’ve put together a fleet of recon zeppelins to try to find him, but unfortunately I have nobody to man them.”
The strawberry and pomegranate delegates volunteered 500 soldiers each.
263-oh…er…ok! here’s the one we need gone-Maenad Spearwinter. Time to prepare the mining facilities…
sorry, Karishnekrava, I almost forgot you were on my side.
I, as general of lemon-lime, here by call the lemon-lime army to help to attack GIMANTOR!
269- If you remember, we don’t even know where he is yet. But I appreciate having a substantial force on call. As highest ranking military officer left alive after the myriad wars which have ravaged our continent, under the terms of the Octuple Conglomerate Treaty (all eight treaties bound under a single uniting clause), I am temporarily in supreme command of the United Flavors forces. (I have no jurisdiction over independent armies, as Jadestone or Opposition.)
270- ah! but you do not now just how large the lemon-lime army is.
in my days in the lime army, it was small, with only 100 people. the combined forces of lemon-lime before cholkit tookover was 1000. the total pop. was only 10,000. but now the pop. is 100,000 and we have a 10,000 army. we have sent tropps to all sides of vanilla, trying to find gimanor.
Heheheh. My mission is well under way.
l relaxed and called PC
“Hey PC, it’s ag! No, l can’t tell you where l am right know, but l can give you information about Gimanator’s whereabouts.”
l recited some coordinates*
“Yeah, so you want to go there as stealtily as possible. By way of armed forces, l can offer 300 HPBs, an angry Kokopellican half-giant, and a fire spirit. See ya!”
*l don’t feel like making something up, because Gimanator would launch an irrational rant about how he wasn’t there. l can’t tell anyone why l know where gimanator is without giving it all away. PC, maybe the GAPAs could e-mail it to him.
I snapped the communicator shut and rose to face the holographic delegates. “I have received information on the traitor’s whereabouts. A search party of five recon zeppelins is on its way to confirm the tip. Please excuse us. The man for aeiou and I must head for the situation room.”
With a startled lurch of surprise, I realize that the retreating figure is, in fact, Alice! But why is she running?
*turns around*
*sees mine wall collasping*
Eek! Come on Jadestone! Let’s get out of here!
l looked over the set of plans that Gimanator had given me, than chuckled maliscously. l phoned Grape’s general and gave him the new plans.
Exellent. now l can return to my master and fight by his side in the final stand!
“l, Grapsidius Fermentus, hereby pledge myself to the treaty of octuple conglomerates, on my honor as a general.”
Heheheheh. Someone is infor a suprise.
276- I can guess who you are… but General Canix is clueless.
My phone beeped. I flipped it open to a frantic report from the recon zeppelins.
“Sir, we’ve discovered a place that may be Gimanator’s base! I think they spotted us, though! We need to get out… ”
“Hold on, Lieutenant Mountayndeww,” I snapped. “I want you recording video footage, satellite images, radio chatter, x-ray and infrared photos… every single piece of information you can get until the last possible second. Then get out.” I hung up.
Karishnekrava, now would be a good time to realize that the enemy is hovering near your fortress taking photographs. I won’t object if one or more of them are shot down, as long as it’s all in the cause of narrative tension.
l know, lt’s obvius. But it’s not supposed to be hard to guess.
Er, about the gunning down, l can’t do that. l’m coming back from grape right now.
278- Oh. My mistake.
Well, I’m sure Gim wouldn’t just sit around and do nothing while his enemies reconned nearby.
No sooner had I hung up than the phone beeped again. I opened it and put it to my ear.
“General! Ships three and two…fzzt…only survivor…fzzt…guided missiles…fzzt…wreckage landed….fzzt…coordinates confirmed, sir…fzzt…try to make…fzzt…cross border..fzzt..Chocolate…fzzt…HELP!!!”
Static.
I turned to TMFA. “March your troops to the Bean Mountains immediately. It’s not safe to tell the exact coordinates here.” I put a slip of paper into his palm. “Stay at least a mile away from this location, but scout out the area for possible weaknesses in the defenses. We’ll feed in as many reinforcements as we can. Good luck.”
In l came, swooping in from the bean mountains, alongside piero, and 10 HPBs, my escort.
l observed the three flaming vessels.
What to do…
Ah!
My escort crew and l swooped toward the zeppelins. We broke into the windows and grabbed the unconcius pilots. Then l whispered something to piero. He grinned.
As the HPBs and l returned the injured pilots to the bean mountains, piero could be see generating a large mass of flaming pies.
He flew up at angle and launched his pie cloud. The zepplins caught on fire and sped rapidly toward the base.
Piero caught up with us, his flame weakened by his expense of energy.
At the camp, l slipped away with my next plan in mind.
*******************
Well, Gim’s team, l suppose you could slow the flaming zeppelins with missles and lessen the impact, but l do expect some fire.
“sir, canix! I have reached the bean mountians! the defances are in place! 1 troop every 10 feet by ten feet section! will fire at any problem, sir!”
281- “Remain in position. Report any developments directly to me through coded channels. Hang on, I have another message coming in. Bye. ”
I pressed a button, and a text message from Ag came up.
PC:
3 zpplns shot dwn. piero+I rscud pilots + hit G base w/ wrckge. am in bean mts.
ag
I snapped the phone shut, staring at the shocked delegates. “The war is on once more.”
I want to do something useful. Can someone reserve a ship for me to destroy or something like that?
What’s going on, anyway?
Aww, crap!
l returned to find the fort in a state of wreckage. This was the last straw.
“Fetch the general and alert the decoys and the armies of grape! The legions of Gimanator cower in the shadows no longer! We shall fight in the final stand!”
l put the coatings on my swords that could burn through metal, and went to find my master.
283- We’ve found Gim’s fort, which is in an undisclosed location in the Bean Mts. of Vanilla. Three of our reconaissance airships were shot down, but Agagabagabag rescued the pilots. Lemon-lime’s army is now surrounding the fort at a safe distance, awaiting orders.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to everyone, one of Gim’s minions has assassinated a Grape general and is impersonating him, for purposes as yet unknown.
284- The fort isn’t quite wrecked yet. If it has underground chambers, those will probably be spared. Though the damage is severe, it is localized.
Also- would you wait until Gim gets back to begin the final battle? I think he had a plan and wouldn’t like it if you got too far ahead. But if you want to engage LemonLime in battle, be my guest.
~~~
“I’m going to the Bean Mountains immediately. Alert Jadestone when she returns- we’ll need all the armies we can get.”
Um, Gimanator has no computer access. This will take a while.
287- Dang. You know him in real life, right? Perhaps you could tell him the situation and ask if he has any orders for Karishnekrava, the only person on his side who is here right now.
l’m indirectly responsible for him being here. Sure.
289- Thank you.
The transport zeppelin was large and stable, and didn’t move very fast. It seemed to take eternities before it touched down behind Lemon-Lime lines. What remained of the Vanilla army poured out, along with me.
285- Thanks. May I ask a favor? Can I figure out that Gim is impersonating the Grape general? I’ll reunite Alice and Ecila,and they’ll discover it together. Please?
Alice
I sensed someone was behind me, but I also sensed the tremors of the tunnel and ran on. The tunnel began to slope upwards, and suddenly I broke out of the underground and into bright sunshine.
The colors were overwhelmingly bright outside, except for my cloak, which was stained with some pale-grey dust that smelled like cake. I tentatively put my finger to it. It came away coated in the stuff. With a strong sense of foreboding, I lifted my finger to my tongue and licked it.
The effect was instantaneous. The entire world went black, then white, then a disturbing shade of pink. The ground swayed. I put my hand to a tree trunk and managed not to fall down. For an agonizing three minutes the world flashed through the spectrum and the solid earth rocked like a ship in a stormy sea, and then it quieted. My head was banging and my thoughts were muddled. All that occurred to me that was I must avoid it in the future. And yet my cloak was covered in the stuff. The second thing I thought was that it may have been a trap laid by Gimanator. The third thing was that I should take it back to the Op fortress and examine it.
So with the headache roaring like a cannon in my ears, I staggered toward the distant shape of the airborne fortress.
Minions. And no, l’m sorry, l’ve already got a plan.
Ah Ha! There she is! Alice!
*runs frantically toward her retreating figure*
We’ve been looking all over for you!
*is interrupted by a deep rumbling sound*
*everyone turns around*
*mine collasps*
Ooch! That was close!
*Alice explains where she’s going*
Ah. I see. Hmmmm. Seeing as I have nothing to do, I am humbly wondering if I may join you in your quest.
Alice
I looked closer towards kiwimuncher. “Do I know you? Anyway, you may join me, but it’s not much of a quest. I’m just going back to the fortress. I’ve got to get a closer examination of this stuff and – and – apologize. Come on.”
alright. sorry about that. My dad had the computer in another georgia…but now I’m back…
“Flaming projectiles approaching sir.”
“Well the most we can do is lessen the damage then, eh?”
The sound of gears schreeching.
“Switch the missile launchers to liquid nitrogen…then lanuch…”
Turning to the window, Gimanator watched as the launchers shifted, then released a spray of a whitish steaming liquid. The flames extinquished to reveal the remains of the attack zepplins.
“Ah, I see. Very recourseful, they are. Crash positions.”
The general and luitenant lept to the sides of the room as the machine of a creature stood watching the zepplins shatter into the metallic dome.
-end-
well then. that covers that problem. now I just need to think up a reason for attacking the U.F.L.(united flavor legions)
Power play… we’ve already said that the damage was great, even Karishnekrava. And you never said anything about a metallic dome. Thinking it doesn’t count.
298- C’mon, he was gone. We’ll say that it was damaged, but not so severely as to be immediately crippling.
I stared down at the wreckage, which was not as bad as it could have been. “Hmm. Good idea, that was. Gimanator acts well under pressure. Let’s see how far it goes. Prepare the Lingonberry Lime Laser, Lieutenant Mountayndeww.”
The LemonLime officer strode off, shouting orders. The soldiers unloaded the long metal cylinder and propped it up on a hill, out of the range of all but the most powerful pie launchers. We might get five shots before Gimanator turned all of his attention on destroying the Triple L. We had to use them wisely.
I pointed out several locations. “There, there and there. X-ray scans showed major support girders. If we can take those out, the entire central dome will be weakened. Aim for the first and wait for my signal.”
I strode off to the nearest sheltered promontory, then yelled, “Fire!”
A humming beam of incredible power, pulsating with green and purple light, shot out towards the fortress.
I just got off the phone with blackberry, blueberry, and strawberry…
Heh. Gimanator will be pleased.
But can the final stand please happen? Pleeaaaaaaase?
300- Wait for Gimanator! We can’t have the final stand without him! However, defense would be good, as we’re unleashing one of our most powerful weapons on you.
It struck a girder, burning a hole through it. The metal dome groaned alarmingly. The gunners began to swivel the heavy gun around on its post, aiming it for the next target.
hang on a sec-I need to make some foreshadowing…(yesterday)
-start-
A lone figure stood in the office, surveying the fields. A figure of a man stepped into the shadows.
“It’s you.”
“What have you done?”
10 minutes later, the young man is being hauled off to the prison cells. The walls are covered in a mixture of pie and blood. On the ground, two sparking severed arms twich and wriggle. Gimanator stands, gasping.
“I wouldn’t have beleived it…”
-end-
now to adress the current problem…(today)
-start-
The scans were positive…there was a mounted turret standing.My mind began to wander…how long had this gone on unnoticed? I realized; we needed protection. “Get up the main sheilds!”
“Aye sir, I-”
But he was cut off by an explosion of green pie filling, blasting him through this wall, and into the next room.
“We were too late…”
Gimanator was able to get up the pietanium case, but not before another two shots, crippling the dome.
“The only way we can stop it is…All men to frontal exit!”
…
The U.F.L cannon let off another blast-the dome was raised about twenty feet into the air under a magnificent explosion.
-end-
Let’s see if anyone can figure out what I’m going to do…hee hee…
302- you’re going to explode the lemon-lime army?
“Ha ha!” I yelled. The dome, not content with collapsing, had rocketed into the air.
Quickly, I turned to Lieutenants Mountayndeww, Rubyseed and Hayfruit of Lemonlime, Pomegranate and Strawberry respectively. “Rubyseed, take recon zeppelins over the wreck, draw the guns’ fire. Hayfruit, stay back here with the blueberry trebuchets and knock out all the weapons you can locate. Mountayndeww, take in a squad of bomber blimps once it’s clear and pound anything that moves. Let’s go!”
chapter 42:
gimamotor’s last stand
The recon zeppelins launched, hurtling over the ruins, zigzagging wildly.
I should probably get on with my task before this thing is over, but I don’t know what’s happening! I want to do something dramatic . . .
I have it! I’ll DIE!
Will you? Maybe you could be like “Please don’t do this!” And he’d be all, “Silly little girl!” And stab you, then l make my move!
were is gimator? can I kill him at the end?
308- Yeah! That sounds really good!
309- Actually, for purely narrative purposes, I think it should either be me or Ag who kills him, because we have the biggest grudges against him- he betrayed Ag’s friendship and my nation.
But if you get the opportunity to take him out, by all means shoot!! A lot of stories have the villain defeated by someone completely unexpected.
waiting, waiting, waiting for gim.
I need to find my way to Gimanator. Could someone PLEASE tell me where he is so I can get there?
Or maybe I’ll just do this (I apologize for the sloppiness; I just want to get back in the action):
I became lost on my way to Gwen’s fort and ended up in front of Gim’s fort instead.
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Please forgive me, I have to stop being off in the background. Plus I want my character to die.
But I have to die dramatically, in the thick of battle. If I die in the background it’ll just be boring and insignificant.
314- I have a great way for you to be importent! we can hear the gun shot, or what ever, and then we come rushing, and then there a big battle, and gimimator is killed, and peice times beging.
315- Yes. Exactly. But first I have to find Gim.
311-oh, by the way PC, do you still want to die to stop me? ‘cuz neither ag or you in the end will have a finishng blow….I’ve already planned my own death…as was foreshadowed earlier…
316-Alice, you’ve gone nutso in the head kinda now, huh? So you should think that you can stop me and wander over to where they thought they beat me.
317- Yeah, I do. I’ve already left behind a reasonable legacy.
305-if you’re going to make a chapter about me…PLEASE
317- Yes. And then you kill me. Whee fun.
I always like the moments leading up to death better than death itself. It gets boring after my character dies.
But in this case, I still have Ecila!
So anyways….
Should I go try to stop you right now?
318-Alright…I’ve got it…people just need to move into positions…
will it be alright if I make the ending a bit of a powerplay so I can make sure things fall into place correctly? And I’ll wait for any other votes on the ending I can incorperate…
320-start a little confused, and make events up to your realizing what you want to do first, I think. I’ll be back in a bit-dinner.
I’m a little confused. Will it go like this?
Alice tries to stop Gim
Gim kills Alice
Canix, Ag, and TMFA try to kill Gim
Canix dies
Ag and TMFA think Gim is dead
Gim dies
321- Fine by me. As long as I can have a duel with you before we both perish.
Oh, and I would like a big, fancy funeral. With lots of vanilla blossoms, and a hearse drawn by two black pwnies.
323-well, there’s going to be a few small changes…none that will affect what people want, though, as far as I know. Now we wait for Alice…
325-Well, I guess you deserve it.
If this doesn’t work, please tell me.
I saw a figure standing by the doors, and something clicked in my whirling mind – Gimanator. My would-be murderer and captor, and that of the entire flavor continent.
“I have to stop him,” I muttered. Ignoring kiwimuncher, I drew closer. Still he did not notice me.
“Gimanator!” I called.
327-I’m assuming that that’s not me, because I’m obviously not there…
ARRRRGGHHH! I’m so eager to write the finale! I have it all planned out in my mind…PC’s death, and Alice’s, How TMFA and Ag fight me, and slowly whittle me down, but with losses to themselves…And finnaly, the finisher~my death, and how the two finnaly understand what they have done, what has happened, and that the war is almost over.
ooh! And ecilia! Why do I rejoice in the cruelty of killing her sister?
328- Okay, then ignore 327. I just don’t know where you ARE. Where are you? I need to find you so that you can kill me.
329- I don’t know. I just don’t know.
I have an idea.
Scanning the damage through a pair of field glasses, I suddenly saw something that made my mouth drop open.
“Alice, you idiot, what are you doing?” I leaped into the last recon airship to launch and seized the controls. “Lower the cargo hoist!” I barked at the startled corporal.
We swept in, dodging gunfire, and came to a halt directly above Alice. “Get in- ” I yelled, but a plum pudding missile pierced the envelope, and fire blossomed from it. I bailed out through the window and slammed to the ground a few feet from Alice.
Now, here’s what I’m thinking. Alice and I get into the fortress somehow, Gim finds us, and we die fighting him.
332- I like it.
I gaped. “Prarilius Canix? What’s going on?” I gestured vaguely at the battle around me, and then, without waiting for an answer, I held out the edge of my clock. “Look. Don’t taste. It came from the tunnel. I think it’s some sort of poison. Where’s the Op Fortress? Have you seen Ecila? I really am sorry. Where’s Gimanator?”
“Poison?” It had to have affected her mind. She obviously wasn’t thinking clearly.
Good old Mountayndeww had launched the bombers to try and pick us up, but it was obvious they wouldn’t reach us in time. We had to get out of the opening. I scanned the ground, catching sight of a pietanium trapdoor, its keypad melted and covered in key lime. I kicked it in and dragged Alice down into the narrow staircase below. We were heading into the mintiger’s mouth, but it was better than being outside within range of the heavy pie launchers.
well, Alice is going to die, TMFA, and ag come, and PC dies…and eventually I die, I assume, that was how I planned it out…
you know what? I thnk I’m just gonna type mine up if I have time. An ending to the story, then we’ll edit it. How’s that? Okay…long story comin’ right up…AAAIIEEE! just saw my other post died…*sigh*It said I was in an underground bunker sniping down blimp pilots with my squad, I killed Mountayndeww…
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“Prallius, Please, pay attention.” Alice said in a nagging voice.
“Hm, what? Alice, this is a dire situation, Gimanator may be dead, if not, then we’ll finish him off. I really can’t be bugged at the moment.”
“Well-I-ah…PC?”
“Yes?”
“Sorry…” Alice hung her head.
“Ah well, not too much harm done…yet…Captain Hayfruit! What happened to the bomber blimps?”
“They’re falling barck!”
Prallius Canix had trouble understanding the man with his accent, but even while he was far away, Praillius Canix made out something-Blimp…Mountayndeww…dead…blimp collapsed…” But before he could put together what was happening, his walkie-talkie spoke-“General Canix, Unkown fire killing blimp pilots, we have to retreat the bombers.”
“What? Fine…we’ll have to find another way to do this.”
Alice perked her head up. “What? Bombing dead? Huh? PC, listen, I came here to stop Gimanator. He knows me. I don’t know what you think you’re going to do, but it sounds like your plans aren’t working. I know my plan. It’s going to work.”
“Alice, hold on! I need to figure something out here…”
But Alice had already slipped behind some rocks, she was ready to accomplish what she had to.
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Alice stood with her back to the rock, out of the veiw of PC and the guns. The mountain air bit her face, but she stood fast. She had to get to Gimanator and stop what he was doing. She had known him once, or so she thought, but now was going to be worse to her than she could imagine.
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PC turned around. Where had Alice gone? What could she be doing? If anything, probably getting into more trouble. She had already nearly lost her life, Praillius Canix shuddered. What would happen if he couldn’t show up in time? He had to go after her. But then the bombardment might fail. He had to wipe out Gimanator, he was a threat to all, and he stood in the way of the peace of all of the U.F.L.. Was the death of Gimanator worth more than the life of a friend?
The walkie-Talkie was saying something again, but that was it. He had made up his mind. He looked around his small encampment. He needed someone to take over for about an hour. That should give him long enough to stop Alice and bring her back before Gimanator did anything to her. He spied a man at the top of their hill, it looked like…The Man For Aeiou. A flash of light caught his attention over to the left. They had shot a pie at his position! He dashed over, leapt in the air, and tackled TMFA right as the hill behind him shattered. Looking down into TMFA’s startled face, he dropped the walkie-talkie in his hand.
“There, you’re in charge now, do your job well. I need to protect a good friend of mine.” And he ran off behind the closest boulder.
Agagabagabag dropped down from a plane nearby, next to TMFA. “What’s going on, huh? How can I help?”
TMFA slowly stood up and in jerky motions turned to Ag.
-break-
just…gotta…keep…going…*gasp*
oops. I gotta go. nuts. oh well. I’ll finish it as soon as possible. that’s the set up.
Hmm. I can see myself doing that, but not saying all those things. We’ll get to it eventually.
sob..blubber…
-the man for aeiou, pretening to be aeiou.
okay. I know that I’ll have to edit it a lot…especially what they say. what’s wrong TMFA? Oh, I can’t finish it now…i don’t wanna…*sigh*
339- We’ll just play it out. We can always go back and change something in order for you to carry out the plan.
340-oh. poo. nuts. rats. drat. blast. then it won’t even go right…ugh…let me give you the overveiw…
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Alice trips over the barrel of the gun in the bunker, PC comes, ALice tries to stop me from what I’m doing, she dies. You fight me, and TMFA and Ag come, we fight. TMFA sticks me in the side. PC, you hack off two of my arms at the cost of being pecan’d by my golfclub in the gut. PC’s dead. THe people left fight. Ag loses his robotic arms, so he has to use his shank, which I break. TMFA gets an arm of mine off, I knock him out. Ag, with his last two arms..gotta finish later!
341- please let me keep all of my stuff.
339- It just is so sad! two people die!
342-? all you lose is your blade, and that’s not even that important.
here we go
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…Ag cuts off my last arm, and shatters my helmet, then TMFA comes back, slashes me with shattered blade, I fall backwards, and Guillaume shoots me with a condensed steel pie. He’s from the very begining. And at my office, trying to kill me. so then we can finish up with what we want. opinions?
Craaaaap I’m behind. Eep. I don’t suppose there’s any hope for a summery? Or an opening where I can jump back in?
344-we’re actually ending now…maybe I can incorperate you in…hmmm…
344- I would love to give a summary, but I’m as hopelessly lost as you are. Well, not quite. I know what’s going to happen, but not what’s already happened.
aye-ay-ay-aye…isn’t PC going to sum it all up in his story?
347- Once we’re done, I will, but right now I’m confused as heck.
Jadestone, as far as I know you’re back at the Op fortress. We’re in the bean mountains of Vanilla in the final battle with Gim.
348-confused? you didn’t read my expanation? I wanna include jadestone…and gwen…but that’ll be hard…epsecially without gwen…
WHERE IS GWEN????????????????
Sorry ’bout that. I had to ask. She seems to have left once more.
Anyhow, how do we get to the beginning of Gim’s story in order to proceed from there?
run like the wind!
351-?do you not wanna be in the ending?
350-you mean the ending? well…you come looking for me, PC comes looking for you…TMFA and Ag come looking for both of you…
Okay. But there must be a little transitional post in between the beginning of your written-out ending and where we are now.
354-k…hmmm…gotta think up something…but…you and PC and TMFA and Ag are already there…we just need Jadestone and Gwen…*sigh*
352- I was telling alice how to get there!
356-oooooohhhhhhhh…
*runs like the wind*
341- No, l don’t lose any materials, their important in my future. Instead, l lose one of my best friends. We agreed on this.
Wait, PC’s gonna die? *sad*
Can I avenge his death? Or someone?
*takes out armor, begins to polish/repair/ready for battle*
360- Maybe you can finish off Karishnekrava or C++D. Ag and TMFA are already slated to avenge me.
361-hate to say it, but karishrekrava is off limits. you can ask ag about that one.
362- Ohhh… yeah. Now I remember.
Gim, why are you so powerful that t takes three of us to kill you?
364-because otherwise, the fight would be over quite quickly. no fun. now, I’m actually not sure who agrees with me on this one, but…
365- I think he’s right, but for a different reason. The ultimate mastermind villain can’t be easy to defeat- it’s just anticlimactic.
well, im back. reading over a hundred posts all at once is hell. argh. i wish i had come back sooner. ow. ow. my eyes. ow.
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‘k well how about in the middle of the fight with you guys, i walk in the door, right as gim is killed. then i get all angry, and something happens(i get hit on the head by ag? he screams something about the past and why am i doing this?) and my memories come back. i am not actually sure what they are, but it has to be such a shocking experience that it makes me stop fighting. (might have something to do with a friendship in the past with gim and ag, then something happened so i had to leave, something happened there, (i lose my memories at this point)(also, while i am gone, something happens with gim and ag and everybody. this is when gim turns sort of crazy) and then i join the army of where ever that place is, end up fighting against or with gim, he saves my life, and i become his friend again, (i still dont remember being his friend, at this point gim sees i have lost my memories) and you know the rest.
wow. kinda confusing. i hope this is plausible. i think so… hmmm….. seems ok to me.
OMG! I haven’t been here in FOREVER!
So, Alice and PC are going to die and then Ag is going to kiill Gim? Cool! although it’s sad.
Well, I guess while everyone is off killing everyone else, I shall stay behind and lead the army. *twiddels thumbs* Oh. OK.
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The roar of pies filled my ears. The battle was raging on around me and it seemed that the allied flavors were winning. As I looked up, I noticed that Alice was no longer batteling beside me. Where was she? I turned to ask Captain Canix but he had strangely disapeared. How could this be? What would we do without a general to lead us?
A great rumble came from the distance. As I turned again toward the battle, I watched a main tower of the fortress crumble and collapse. Debree flew up into the air in a cloud of chaos. As the dust finally settled, the troops stopped their fire. They turned toward the general’s post but he was unfortunetly absent. Oops. What do we do now?
Hmmmmm. Maybe we should get a new thread……….
[Done. –Rebecca]