No, This Is Pie War 2007.2, Part 4
Continued from Part 3.
Date: December 13, 2007
Categories: Random craziness, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs, The Musiverse
Thursday, 25 April 2024
Life, the universe, pies, hot-pink bunnies, world domination, and everything
Continued from Part 3.
Date: December 13, 2007
Categories: Random craziness, RRRs, RPWs, and RPGs, The Musiverse
For sake of continuity, here’s kiwimuncher’s post from yesterday morning:
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?
*pies everybody who comes before and after me*
2- *dodges pie* This isn’t the Classic Pie War thread. You are to be punished with a spike pie. *pies penguini*
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I don’t remember precisely where I am. I think it’s somewhere in the vicinity of Gim’s fortress.
I thought someone said we were in Gwen’s Flying Castle going to the place were the battle will be held?
5- You and Gwen are doing that. I’m already there. I took a pomegranate-strawberry zeppelin.
my troops have spotted a figure on a hill with someone that look like alice. I start to go there.
hmm. i wonder where i am.
………..
*Looks around uncertainly*
Oh my. What shall we do? The dust has now settled and I can see that the enemy’s fortress is half way in ruins. I wave my arms wildly at the crowd.
“Hey everybody, Captain Canix is strangely absent. He’s probubly dealing with Gim. Let’s split up into several groups and come at the fortress on all sides. I don’t think we’ll be meeting any major resistance.” I glanced again at the crumbling building. Nothing moved. No, we would have no trouble securing the place.
*screams in pain*
3- It sill makes a good line though.
*hides*
Aw, heck.
I turned back and dashed after Alice.
There was a craggy hole in the ground, surrounded by splintered, charred rock. Echoing footsteps on a metal stairway faded into a hush.
Pulling out my Key West Lime Wakizashi, I jogged down after Alice.
I ran past the wreckage of a pie cannon, and then another, intact this time. The stairs went on and on forever. I gave up counting, saving my breath for running.
And then they stopped.
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Where is Gim, by the way? Could I possibly reach him from where I am?
Well, I’ve got to go. See you tonight or tomorrow morning or tomorrow night or Wednesday. ¡Adiòs!
I lead the group that sneaks around to the back of the fortress. This is one of the only parts of the fortress that hasn’t crumbled into rubble. Well, I guess it’s time to climb over the wall! *gives some soldiers a boost*
I watched as our flying fortress drew closer and closer to Gim’s castle, looming grimly on the horizon. I fingered my slingshot and newly-forged pie spear; the spear had taken me a while to create, but with the help of Gwen’s Pie-Dragon it was not a very light but strong pietanium. And, importantly, was long enough so I could still weild it from Ishtar’s back. The Pie-Poler Bear himself stood next to me, leather an pietanium armor gleaming. I’d finally got it fully repaired, and just in time too. This battle was… well, we had to be ready. We were almost close enough to drop down onto one of his battlements now, I could see some of his soldiers running around the top. No doubt they’d be in for a shock, I doubt they would be even closely ready for our ammased forces. Hopefully Prarilius and Alice would be ready by now…
I stood on the top of the fortress battlements and looked up. My eyes alighted onto something strange, yet familiar, the floating fortress! Oh good! Reinforcements!
LET PIE NUKES RAIN TERROR UPON AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
16- You might want to go to the Classic Pie War thread. This one is already in full swing.
16- 20 more!
ARGH! I cannot continue until I know where Gim is! Someone tell me, please!
19) He is…………in a room that can not be found, unless by one who already knows where it tis! Most likely, it is somewhere in the deep, dark depts of the fortress, which is, of course, filled with dangerous booby traps!
Merry Christmas everyone! *pies everyone* *is pied back*
k. merry christmas. i say take a break for a week and only talk about the story, not actually do things. (that is if they have to do with gim) because he went somewhere. he will be back pretty soon, though. he left yesterday.
i wanna make a katana!!! oh well, it doesn’t really matter right now, but katanas are cool.
*pies ppl* “Hey, watch it!” oops. i has pied muse editor. now me shall be punished by no muse for a year! *sobs loudly*
23- That should have gone on the “Classic Pie War” thread. *pies NerdAndProudOf It with spike pie as punishment*
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24- Give himmer* a break. How is heesh* supposed to know that?
*This is an epicene, which is a gender-neutral pronoun.
Epicene? Hmmmm. I don’t know that word! I shall now lengthen my vocabulary!
*looks up*
Oooo. Interesting………..
26- Shame on you! It was in a recent issue of Muse, for heaven’s sake! Remember the gender-neutral valentine?
it still find that was a odd place for it, but what ever.
did muse make them up, or are they real Epicene?
Muse didn’t invent any gender-neutral pronouns (though I’m sure Nak could come up with some good ones if she wanted to). All the pronouns in the table were ones that someone had proposed, either seriously, satirically, or science-fictionally.
My father invented one, too, and tried to popularize it by using it in letters. It was en, short for “entity.” Subjective and objective, en; possessive, ens; reflexive, enself. I like it. It’s more pronounceable than most proposed epicene pronouns. (And yes, people did think my father was a little odd. He didn’t care.)
hmm. where is gim? he is back now…
here…ummm…I uh…yah know, alice was going to trip over the barrel of the grape rifle, and find us, but now she’s in stairs. It all got pretty altered . we’ll see where it goes. Has anyone seen gwen? whaere is she? gone longer thatn me…
30- Good! Tell him that PC, now POSOC, sends his regards, and urgently requests him to return to the Pie War so that we can get on with trying to kill each other.
31- Good. You’re back.
This is how I understand it-
Alice comes out in the room where you are. She calls out, alerting Ag and TMFA, then tries to fight you and gets killed. I come down the stairs just in time to see Alice fall. We duel; I cut off two of your arms, but you get a direct hit with a pecan golf-club just as Ag and TMFA arrive. Continues from there as before.
k. what does POSNC stand for?
34- It’s actually POSOC, which stands for Prarilius Oob Sir Ozlips Canix. He was tired of switching alter egos.
What can Jadestone do here? She is ready for battle.
With the return of Gim, the battle resumes!
Hmmmm. Where were we?
Ah Ha! The reinforcements have just arrived! :grins:
The battle outside raged, as the musebloggers tried to decide how to work out the ending of the story…a fierce mental battle, as it was to be known…all 2 piepoints to whoever kills me in the end…I’ll switch it up.
Well, am I in the same room as Gim?
l’m back! And no, you won’t switch it up! l kill you in self defence, you regain sanity just before you die, and l weep. C++DM regains his sanity, and l yell at him for all the bad things he’s done, but then we become friends again, and he joins me on my quest. (more later!)
40-*sitches it up* why self defense, you’re that one attacking me, though I am sorta attacking you. so avoid chartered accountancy.
Whatever. Let’s just do it! l have an ldea.
The camps of the flavor continent were confronted by the forces of Grape and Gimanator.
“Hah! Without reinforcements, you are doomed!”
Suddenly, l tore off my mask and yelled, “Now!”
The Grape army turned on the Decoys, and Gim lunged at me. He drove in with a blow that tore open my armor, revealing a strange birthmark shaped like a yin and yang. At the sight, the dying Gimanator regained his sanity, and told me, “The birth mark… You!?
agagabagabag… the prophecy… you will save… the world… in its darkest hour! go now… to Museica… before… it’s too late.” And he fell still in my arms.
PC rallied his troops, and began to crush the attackers as Gim died.
C++D was standing nearby, and he looked shocked. Suddenly he shook his head, and his memory was revived.
“What had you been thinking?” l roared. “You could have killed many innocent people!”
“l’m sorry. My memory was gone, and all l remembered was that Gimanator and l were friends.”
“Whatever. Come, we must depart for Museica.”
In the midst of the battle, we left.
But…Ag! what about POSOC and I dying? Gim has to kill both of us.
Who’s POSOC?
Oh. Well, l don’t know. But my thing can happen after he’s killed.
whoawhoawhoa! can’t happen so fast! it’s not like. okayikillyougamoverwewin. we need to have tension! this is gonna be a chapter! we can’t just zip through it! can’t anybody see what I’m saying?
44-ARRRGGGH! that goes completely against what everyone else wants! that storyline only benefits your book! that seems like it’s the only reason you’re in this pie war!
44- POSOC = Canix = PC = PraCan
45- Seconded.
look ag(sorry for triplepost) I am going to say one thing. I don’t know whether or not other musers and MBers will back me up, but before you want respect from me, or just other people, you need to show them respect first.
yeah! I want to attack gimanator, but then he throws me down the cliff we’re on!
I start up the hill to the castle.
45- thirdeded.
42-look ag, you can’t spoil everything like that, especially if you do it like that. it barely makes any sense. these new types of pie wars are different. you need to make sense, you need to WRITE. you need to treat it more like a story than a -hahaha_I_throw_a_pie_wheeeeeee!!!_I_win_and_all_you_creeps
_die!!-sorta thing.
see?
we also have to agree on stuff before it happens so no one gets angry because it didn’t go how it was supposed to. what you did only included gim, you, me, PC rallying his troops, and many un-named soldiers.
say AYE! if you wanted to be included in that, or wanted to be more involved.
and here is a post from the other thread that nobody noticed.
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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 don’t remember being his friend, at this point gim sees i have lost my memories) and you know the rest.
….Yup.
46- l meant PC.
48- l do respect them, and we discussed this at school. l lie dormant, then my thing happens. That post wasn’t ment to be the actual thing, just a summary. My real post will be epic.
feeewww.. i’m annoyed. argh.
By the way, what the heck is up with that weird birthmark/ prophecy thing? Yet another plot to be the so-called main character? There is basically no main character in this Ag. This is about all of us.
also, i’m sure Gim would never say “The birth mark… You!?
agagabagabag… the prophecy… you will save… the world… in its darkest hour! go now… to Museica… before… it’s too late.:”…
that just sounds stupid. and if not stupid, it doesn’t belong here.
sorry for the triple post.
wait wait wait….
agagabagabag/Karishnekrava?!?
52- Now that’s unfair. We don’t know what you say, and we are all musers HERE! *doges Pies*
WHERE IS GIM? In relationship to myself, that is. I am in some underground chamber.
56-actually, you may want to go up… we can’t have a magnificent battle if it’s all underground…
ag-look. no one else knows if we talked about it at school. you refer to it as if everybody does know.
53- True. It belongs in Chronicles of Museica.
GAPAs, those posots are getting on my nerves. can we zap my previous one?
For once my absence is not my fault, I have had no electricity since Friday. What has happened?
59- I was wondering where you were. No electricity since Friday… *does math* Four days. Yeah, that always sucks. But four days isn’t too bad. Wait. I take that back. Four days without a computer is only mildly irritating. Four days without electricity is Catastrophic.
Nothing has happened whatsoever. But I’m going to go up. Sometime soon.
Okay, fine, right now.
There was a pair of stairs on the far wall, and it was up these that I hurried, panting.
*siigh*
Or possibly a pair of pants, and you hurried up, staring.
</extreme silliness>
why not make an appearance under this name for a while? It’s for rent!!!!!*big smile* wouldn’t you just love to have your friends call you bob? now for just 99999999999999999999999.99 you can!!!!
[/inheriting extreme silliness]
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so hu am i?
this post is just for awareness that i want people to come to this thread…oh wait. 60-thank you. ok…I’ll decide to be somewhere around there…(too lazy to type out whole next section)
63-?
I spun around, hearing footsteps, and saw the tip of a dark purply-black cloak vanishing up a spiral staircase. I cursed and followed. “Alice, wait!”
I heard Canix behind me. Oh, great, I thought. I looked like Ecila. Gimanator knew Ecila. They had been friends – I hoped. I could pretend to be her, trick him, and if that didn’t work…I still had a gun. And what sort of idiot would I be if I didn’t know how to use a gun? I lived in Blackberry, for goodness’ sake.
It was a slim hope, but I felt so useless! If I could get rid of Gimanator, I would be a hero. Now just some rash and idiotic girl who got in everyone’s way.
This was the thought in my head as I emerged from the stairs into bright light and found myself standing mere yards behind Gimanator.
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Now we need Gim.
I think Alice ought to live.
Here’s why: She’s been cast, by herself and others, as someone with a lot of potential but a tendency to be rash. If she lives through this war, it would be an enormous opportunity for character development. If you know what I mean.
Speaking of character development, I’ve scratched the prologue I posted on Part 3 due to the fact that it was inconsistent with Gimanator’s real past. I’ve also cut out some of the people who weren’t here for more than three posts, and made the regular characters more interesting and complex.
69- Well, I do feel that if I kill Alice, I’m just going to be like one of those authors who kills off characters that don’t interest them anymore, but the thing is, she’s just not doing anything. I wasn’t here for a lot of the war, so I haven’t been able to do much with her myself, and when I am around I don’t know what’s going on, so I still can’t do much with her. Being killed would at least be dramatic, but at the same time it would sort of make her unimportant because all she does is die without being useful.
70- Well, we can make her important by having her participate in the battle with Gim. And she’s done a lot more than some of the people here who just appear for three days and then vanish never to be seen again.
this is not going to work. I’ll fastfowardâ„¢ to when we are all near gim
I, the strange, brown-clad girl, am still working on invading the castle. Of course, the reinforcements help a lot! In fact, we seem to be making a major headway against Gim’s forces! Suddenly, a rumble comes from the debts of the building and the battlements shake with a tremendous force. With a cry, I grab onto a beam in front of me for dear life as the ground falls out from under me. With great difficulty, I lift my self back onto the battlements. Everywhere around me, I see the castle beginning to collapse into itself. It distresses me to see how many of our men have perished in the quake. I raise my hand to retreat back to our posts. It is no longer safe to remain in this unstable atmosphere. As I retreat, I look back into the debts of the fortress. I can only hope that the others inside are OK.
69- agreed. Alice should live. too interesting a character to kill. unlike me. i think i’m gonna die.
i can’t wait for gim to post!!! he said he was a few days ago, but i think he had alot of homework so….
ok, i want to get straight where i am. i am in a small chamber, almost a library, with many books. i am wearing a dark cape. the book i am reading has an inky-black cover, and the runic contents seem to shift, swirling counter-clockwise around the old brown pages. My face is expressionless. the brown page lifts, and turns on its own accord. the small room shakes from an explosion outside, causing small chips of ceiling to clatter to the floor. i seem unawares of my surroundings. slowly, but purposefully, i rise from the worn old couch i was sitting on, and begin pacing the room, still holding the book up in one hand. the page turns. the room shakes. pieces of the ceiling clash around, bouncing off my face. the page turns. the runes swirl. the room shakes. still, my eyes bounce around the page, taking in the hidden meanings of the ancient text. with my left hand, i hold the book. i raise my free right hand, and make a slight shoving movement in the direction of the nearest book case, and turn my head to look at it. as expected, it bursted into flame, showering ash on the floor. quietly, i set down the book, and walked out the door. in the next room, Gimanator stood over an array of odd controls. he spoke, “how is your studying,”and i responded “fine. how goes the plan?” “good. except one thing.””what?””that.” and he pointed at the door to the steps. from behind the door came the foot steps of two people.
71-I thought of myself as not much of an influence on the blog ’till I realized how many people quit within a week of their first post…
70-i thought the idea was to make me look like more of a threat at the end…and what about the significance of the emotional plot with ecilia? …
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and so, to heck with it. I don’t want to beat around the bush. everybody’s in position…wait…maybe I can wait just a litt-*is pied within an inch of death by MBers* OK OK OK! fine..
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BOOOOMWEALLDIEI wasn’t ready. That will be my excuse. I didn’t notice the bed-sized pie bombs falling. Especially since Alice burst through the door and charged through the room covering her head with her arms. Nobody expected anyone to find where we were shooting from. Especially not Alice.
Before anyone could react, a fly-by bomber, cleansing the area, dropped a pie bomb directly on the window. It was hardly enough pie to drown us through the small slit, but it was enough to make the roof collapse.
I survived, because my sensors had sent messages to my nerves to move, and I complied. Alice lived because she continued running, hoping that she would make it through unharmed. While she did, it seemed a silly tactic to try and avoid harm. Unfortunately, my men, shooting, where all crushed. The debris had also blocked the door.
I turned to look at Alice. What was she thinking? Before I could process why she did what she did, she began talking.
“Gimanator! Listen to me! I don’t know what you’re thinking in that helmet, but you need to stop because I don’t think you realize why-” She stopped in mid sentence, slowly looked down, and looked stupidly at the golf club I had slid from her shoulder to her chest. Enough to kill her. “Wha-? I, no fair-” She gasped for breath and then coughed.
Something seemed to click in my brain. Alice…sister…oh. A lot came back to me. That made it make a lot of sense. ah. “My, won’t Ecilia be sad?” I asked.
I watched as a single tear dropped to the ground, then wrenched the club free, Alice collapsing on the floor.
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ok. I’m out of time, and while it may seem like procrastinating like usual-I’ll finish later…but, before I go…*pulls out guitar to play sunshine of your love* aarrrrg it has been stuck in my head for so long!!!!
I think that we’ll have the emotional plot with Ecila and all – and then I’ll make a miraculous recovery.
I rounded the corner, struggling through debris, to find that I was too late.
“Curse you!” I howled. Before I could even think about what I was doing, my wakizashi had left my hand, becoming an incredibly sharp, green blur, before smashing into one of Gimanator’s metallic arms with brutal force. It drooped, dangling from a few twisted wires.
He turned around. “Ah. Company. This is inconvenient.” His remaining arms pulled the pecan golf club out of Alice’s chest. “Fortunately, it’ll only be temporary. Die, please.”
I pulled out the Katana of Crustiness Gwen had lent me, along with my repaired Vanilla Bean Blade. “You first.”
Ooooh. *is thinking of Ecila* *directs attention to battle*
I fly in from a helicopter, and, with a swift motion, I pull out my pie gun and pie sword*.
* a pie sword is a sword that, when a pie is thrown at it, divides the into eighths. It makes pie easier to dodge.
74- you make a new paragraph with each new person speaking
77-muhuhahaha! time for the final battle*arcade game style* You think you can beat me???
PC:I’ll beat you!
…FIGHT!
“it’s over gim!” I yell ” give in, or prepare to DIE!” I start to fire out of the pie gun. I leap out of the helicopter and land in front of Gim.
” YOU FOOL!” He shouted ” NEVER!” I start to make a pie, but before I could fire, Gim’s mechanical are spun at me, nocking me down the cliff onto the sand a mile down. I feel weak. I turn my head, hardly able to, to see me pie gun. it has sputtered. “no. not now, not now.” I think.
I swallowed. Gim had just brushed off a Jadestone warrior like an annoying insect, without even turning around. This was going to be harder than I thought.
Fortunately, his momentary distraction allowed me to retrieve my wakizashi. I sheathed my vanilla blade and shifted the key-lime weapon to my left hand.
80- ahhh…. right.
hey, i know!!!
Alice is only critically injured, with a slight chance of survival, but she miraculously survives after a bunch of mechanical implants, so we get to keep an awesome character, get the suspense of that character supposedly dead for a while, aaand Ecila can be as freaked out as we want, but will be extremelyX50billion happy when Alice recovers.
cool!
76- oh, wait, thats what you meant by “I’ll make a miraculous recovery,” right?
81-you know, I was gunna have you actually fight me later, with ag. but if you wanna do that, ok.
85- I’m just waiting for the rest to go down. then I’ll strugle to my feet and attack with the pie sword!
Oooo! Action! Suspense! *watches from safe distance*
87-no distance is safe enough……………………*pies*
We faced each other for a moment, breathing heavily. I’d never gotten a chance to really look at Gimanator before. Sure, we’d dueled, but I’d been more interested in surviving than in examining my opponent.
He looked intimidating, to say the least. He held a deadly pecan club in each of his remaining hands, and his face was completely masked by a pietanium helm.
He was dressed in a peculiar uniform that concealed most of his body, but it had many rips and gashes in it. Through some of them, I could see bare, tanned skin, with more than a few scars. But through an almost equivalent number, metal gleamed.
A stab to the bodily area was out of the question to finish him off- I was as likely to hit pietanium as a vital organ. It would have to be his head. Metal or flesh and bone, the neck would be a weak point. The joints of his mechanical arms didn’t seem particularly durable, either.
Having made my decision, I didn’t wait for him to finish sizing me up. I swung my katana with intent to decapitate.
I say, this is rather good! Quite impressive, Blog chaps!
I’d join the plot, but I have no idea where I’d fit in.
Oh well. Here’s an extra character if you need one.
88- *wipes pie off face* Hey, you made me miss the best part!
90-ok…that may be a little difficult, as we’re just finishing up, but if you wanna read the last buncha threads, and you have an idea for where to fit in, be my guest.
91-well, stop yapping and watch! it’s not over yet!
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PC paused. I stopped moving too. I wondered what was going through his mind. perhaps he was thinking of his lost companion. what was her name? that’s odd. I beleive I knew not two moments before. then again, he was a seasoned general of-what was it? mint? cocoa? banana? I couldn’t think straight. that was extremely strange.
A quick glance gave me all I needed. Metal scents across the chest, leg paddings, it smelled like, and some on the forearms. That was where he was armored. Don’t aim there. There. I understood. I waited. Then he took a direct swing at my neck. A common misconception. That was what the last bug did. Thinking I wouldn’t be prepared? Funny little people. I had already lifted my blade to that area. While I parried, I swung my other blades at each of his legs. Surprisingly, the neck attack was part of a whole motion, the key lime katana swept in a circle, catching my blades, but I had already lifted the fist blade in a swing. He moved so slowly for a human. Sad. I used to be one of them.
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there. that’s my disconnection with humanity and other people.
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he was an easy bug. Up, down, parry, left, left, up, down. It almost bored me. Although, surprisingly, and unlike others I had fought, he was able to hold his own against me. I would need a specific tactic to beat him. nasty little creature.
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urrrrgh. *flops on couch in room(MB as of Alice’s portrayal)*
Well, there’s pretty much nothing else that I can do. Oh well. I’ll just keep up with what’s going on because……… it’s awesome!
Positively Homeric.
Gim didn’t seem to be exerting himself at all, despite my most furious attacks. I was starting to think he was no longer human, if indeed he’d ever been. Was his brain computerized? If it was, it would be fighting primarily on logic. I would have to do something irrational in order to fool him. But any irrationality in a fight as critical as this was likely to mean death.
95-That was the 175000th comment! I just thought you might want to know…
…Arrgh. I don’t wanna post. I keep thinking about la mort…
hmmm…. i’m waiting for Gim to tell me when i come in…. hm.
don’t pay attention to post 74. i was just bored and i don’t know what to write. umm.. its hard not knowing where you are… WHERE AM I???
Oh Well
Look, come in after the post where ag and TMFA start fighting.
I’ll post on our battle tomorrow, PC, I’m too stressed out and tired to think up the next thing…
k
oga booga, I’m a moron
that wasn’t me…. Gim, what The HECK???!?
+_+ :C :O
T_T
blaah.
*waits*
The forces of grape and gim slowly advanced toward the camp. My men drew their weapons as the forces of the flavor continent attempted to hurridly prepare.
l raise a weapon to the sky…
It’s a longsword with an hpb and the word zepata adorning it.
I tear my mask from my face, cueing the Grapes to attack the gim army. The prepared conglomerate soldiers join the fray.
I rush off to the where the soldiers tell me Gim is.
In the building, l enter a room full of books where a soldier is reading on the couch. Thinking little of him, l swing casually.
My blow is intercepted, and l hear the soldier mutter a programming spell. C++. l’d encountered that before, and l knew the only person capable of one of such power.
“Nice try, but l’ve trained against that very move many times… C++DM.”
I hit him with the flat of my blade and continued on my way.
In the next room, l found PC lying on the floor with Gimanator standing casually over him.
l lunge. l succesfully thrust, but take a slash to the stomach, revealing part of a mark.
Gim, you wanna describe the rest?
105-excuse me ag, that’s a little quick for me, and I will finish, but at least let PC and me finish first, please.
~~ooh, squiggly~~
The battle was going well, PC seemed to be having trouble with how poorly he was coping, but, then again, the fight had lasted for an hour now, and any human exerting their-self for that long would have plenty of trouble. Outside, not much was happening, and the bombers had finished their field cleansing. I’d have to relocate.
The fight was like a little dance; back and forth, advance and retreat, and PC’s gasping as background music. I thought it
rather funny; it seemed PC already knew he was to lose, yet he continued fighting. I chuckled to myself, not like a silly captain could defeat a supercomputer at war. Not even chess. Then, PC jumped backwards, sheathed his weapon, and leapt at me to tackle. All I could do was parry, not even make a blow to defend myself, what had happened? My blade merely made a gash in his shoulder, but he knocked me to the floor.
He unsheathed his blade and was about to swing at my throat. That was expected. Before he could bring down the blade, I swept him aside with my mechanical arm, and he smashed into the rubble. Then I reached down, and hurled a knife that I had concealed in my chest. He was able to deflect it with his blade, but now he was on the ground, a significant disadvantage, I dashed over to take advantage of the situation.
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now it’s up to PC’s post. shall the battle go on longer?
((Note: Halfway through this post, it looks like I kill Gim. I don’t. Don’t protest until you’ve read the whole thing.))
I propped myself up against a chunk of masonry and fought with every particle of energy left to me. He wasn’t going to let me get up again, I could tell. He’d stopped toying with me. He knew I posed a risk and was trying to eliminate me in the minimum amount of time possible.
He stepped in closer. Then I scissored my legs. He fell. A mechanical arm whipped past in a blur, and I sliced through it at the elbow, fountaining sparks. With the back-cut, I buried my katana in his chest.
“Never underestimate an opponent, Gimanator. That was your fatal mistake,” I said, and staggered across the room to Alice.
It didn’t look good. She was still alive, but her pulse was intermittent, and a trickle of blood was flowing from her mouth. I pulled an emergency flare off my belt and lit it. A brilliant white light rocketed up into the sky. Hopefully Ag would see it and-
A horrible, cold pain in my torso. My limbs didn’t seem to be working anymore, and I collapsed to the ground. Through a haze, I heard the same words I’d just spoken.
My katana clanged to the floor, covered in a dark liquid. I couldn’t tell whether it was blood or oil.
“Never underestimate an opponent, Canix. That was your… ”
The speech was cut off as my senses stopped working. Just before everything went black, I caught a faint scent of vanilla blossoms.
OK, my page is writ. Now I’ll sit back and watch.
Ag, now would be a good time to show up.
Oh. You died.
Did POSOC just die? if so…
I strugle to my feet, seeing POSOC Dead. I grab the pie sword, a defense weapon but all I had after the pie gun went out, and start at Gim with all my might. swing it back and forth. I cut off a leg.
Gimanator stood there for a moment over the body of his fallen enemy. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Suddenly, a man (who I later learned was known as karishnekrava, or ag) lunges into the room and slashes at the metal man. Giminator takes a hit, but reacts quickly and bloodies the the man’s stomach. The man stumbles back, knocking into a large ornamental vase. Naturally, this sudden momentum into the vase cause it to fall over, revealing the occupant behind it.
That would be me. Faye Beauchamp, theif extraordinaire. I’d been in the room, examining some lovely artwork that would have quietly been placed in my snatch bag, when suddenly this giant guy covered in mechanics and such comes storming in. Later, a girl comes in. He stabs her with a peculiar golf club. A guy comes in. The boy gets stabbed too. I’m still hidden.
Yes, I admit it, I should have come out and helped the two. But hey, bravery has never been my strong point. Besides, what could I have possibly done with my thief’s dirk, the stiletto in my right boot, the sgian dhu on my left thigh, and the scramasax fastened to the back of my belt? Admitteldy, knives are handy, but they’re no match for metal man. Much better to wait and hope for the best.
When I was revealed by the falling vase, the man was truly startled by my sudden appearance. He stopped and gawked, which was of course an unfortunate move. The part-metal man swung his club at the mostly normal man, meaning almost certain death.
Most unfortunately, this is the time my conscience chose to pay me a visit. I hate the bloody voices in my head, they’re always getting me into trouble by doing some good deed. Anyways, I reached down and took hold of my sgian dhu, quickly throwing it at Gimanator’s weapon. As expected, the knife bounced off, but had enough force to change the direction of the club a few inches – enough to miss Ag. Ag recovered from shock then and raised his long sword in time to deflect Gimanator’s backswing.
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I think, I did okay, don’t you?
112- Definitely, but Ag isn’t in the room yet.
112- Rather good for a first attempt, but it went too fast, and I think the other characters you’re talking about should narrate the fight, as it involves them. Also, it doesn’t seem right to introduce a new character right at the climax.
I’m sorry, the above sounds really mean in retrospect. What right do I have to exclude you? *is torn between artistic sensibilities and basic fairness*
*falls over*
*has been doing that a lot lately*
*staggers to feet, wipes forehead* So yeah. Maybe after this, we can do a sequel with some of the same characters, but a different villain and plot, and you can get in on it. As a main character, not just a minor one near the end. Sound good? *manufactures unconvincing grin* *has also been doing that a lot lately*
114 – Whatevs, it’s all cool. I shouldn’t have tried to butt into the story, you guys have pretty much got it planned and such. Forgive my bumbling curiousity. : ]
prar.
115- Not a problem. If we do a sequel, you can certainly be a main character.
But we might not do a sequel, because most of the people who regularly come here are dead or about to die. (In the story, not real life. Thank goodness.)
116- I’ll probably live. But I may be crippled for eternity.
113- Yes l am.
116- Can the sequel tie in with the world in chronicles of Museica?
117- I think medical technology has advanced far enough to let you live an almost normal life.
119- That’s good.
118- Sure, but we’ll have to figure out the chronological sequence of the Pie War as it relates to Museica.
*thinks* Blue Beads meets Alice… Not a nice thought. Far too much enthusiasm and not nearly enough good judgment. I’m not sure even Ecila could balance them out.
121- Simple! It’s in my autobiography!
122- Well, Alice will have matured some, due to my sacrifice and her own near death.
123- Good.
Oh, by the way- to prevent serious confusion, my Pie War character shall henceforth be known as POSOC.
124- Yeah, I have a grave future for Alice. Silent, somber, world-weary.
Just kidding. But she’ll definitely have acquired some solemnity.
I need to change her name.
Er, can l be a main character of the next pie war? l want it to be the fight for Chaddica against HPBs.
Ooooh, cool! Our normal alter-egos are on the same team, but the villains are played by us too. Dead people can solely play villains. You like?
Everyone, go read my auto biography. https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1054
Post 193.
126- Well, it doesn’t seem quite fair that the entire pie war be structured around your autobiography. But I like your other idea. I’d like to be a villain for a change.
127- *coughtutankhbastetcough*
127- But that’s not about me. lt’s my writing, but it’s an important event in the Museiverse.
126- YOU ALREDY ARE A MAIN PERSON!
128- *coughimeantinthepiewarcough*
129- Well, you’re supposedly the “Chosen One,” so I think we can safely say it’s about you. Besides, the other Museicans might not like us butting in.
Would you lot please get on with the story? It was quite good until you lot started discussing sequels and whatnot. Finish, this one, then do the sequel.
Just to be a hypocrat, I’d love to be a villain in the next one (if there is a next one). The dark side is always better than the good, and not just because they have yummy cookies.
132- I would, but I’m currently dead. We’re waiting for agagabagabag to arrive in the room and help TMFA fight Gimanator.
132- Where is that quote FROM???
I can’t do much, being quite literally at death’s door.
as Gim yells in pain, I rush over to alice. I feel her pulse. it’s going up. I quickly get back to Gim.
135- Going up? Is that good?
Because I’d planned a very dramatic scene with Ecila thinking that she’s dead and it works better if she’s actually dying.
136- oh. sorry.
137- It’s totally fine.
Oh, *swearwordIamnotallowedtosayhere*. I’ve missed most of it. And I don’t have any time to read it as I have to get off and back to my books right now and will have finals all week. That’s depressing, missing out on the end after managing to keep up for so long…
Actually, I did end up reading through this thread, against my better judgement (ahhhcrapfinals) but I guess not everything’s been written yet. I know you all planned it out in advance though, so I guess I’ll just keep watching… *sigh* I miss this whole story.
105- um? what? i already said to forget the post where i cast spells. that would be stupid. sooo… i guess i’ll just ignore that….
108-
ok. i wait for some sign for my arrival.
By the way Agagabagabag, this is a good time to learn, do you see how Posoc and Gimanator are fighting? (post 106/107 are a good example) try like that, you might find it fun. (tries not to criticize)
131-well, wherever villanizing is, it is a lot of fun. The main reason I went insane was because I was bored, and I get annoyed taking orders…*sigh* it’s an extreme-90/10 leader/follower…
140-ooh. sorry. i can’t really think how to inorperate you in, unless you just want to charge…
right. I may miss some things. just correct me if I do.
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I chuckled to myself. irony can be so funny. I hacked again and again at the limp body. I hated him. trying to ruin everything. then I stopped. he had been a good opponent. How should I recognize him for that? I chopped at his arm. I feel confused. Why am I switching these personalities?
I felt a slight clang at my legs, and turned aound
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OOOOOO ARRRGGG! I’m so confused at who’s in the room. I can’t quite tell. could you people tell me what you’re doing so I know how to respond? Like ag, are you here? and is TMFA, too? or is he still over the cliff? oh…I dunno…
142- I hate taking orders. It makes a character so boring. Which is why I made Alice such a reckless, foolish, immature individual.
143, then again, people who do so can be very important to the story…*tries to think of an example* the first thing that comes to mind is ‘star wars’.
142- I just cut your left leg off. you are stumbling.
145- Well, his legs are probably pietanium prosthetics, so I doubt you’d be able to cut off one of them with a pie sword, unless it contained a flavor charge of at least three kilopells.
well, I was kinda surprised when you said, ‘i cut off your leg, now then, what now?’
140- I’ll let you play a larger part when I chronicle the story.
131- Oh, come on. Try to think of it as agagabagabag, not me. It makes for a good story. Wait, wait! Maybe other characters have to do questing or something so that my final power may be revealed! BTW, l didn’t mean that we should have our fight on the other thread.
141- Oh come on, that’s cool! Don’t be a jerk. You’re a mage! Cast spells! Don’t ignore me. Oooh! l feel a rant coming on…
AARRG! You always say that l’m egotistical, then you criticize me and squash my ego! PICK ONE OR THE OTHER!!!!! I’ve had enough of people ignoring me! You’re a freaking mage, cast freaking spells! End of story!
142- I’m in.
l thought to aim for his neck, but l thought better of . I slashed at his arm. He turned and stared at me with cold eyes, eyes that l had seen be full of kindness.
I was filled with rage.
“You idiot!” I screamed. “How could the man who raided trade ships to feed hungry orphans take lives with such casualty! ”
He thrusted, and l parried wildly.
“Where is the real Gimanator? The one l once knew?!”
l chopped toward his shoulder but he countered it.
“Who are you? What are you? Aargh!”
He slashed at me and cut open my armor.
“WHYYY?!!”
I was consumed in red. The light from the ceiling lights grew thinner and thinner. Suddenly, l felt like l controlled every photon in the room. I organized them into thin columns, and lasers shot everywhere in the room.
Then darkness.
When l awoke, l was in a smoldering wreckage. The lasers had burned TMFA and an unknown person, but tmfa was wearing armor, and the stranger was behind a bookshelf. Gim, my main target, was lying on th floor, his armor in a softened heap. At last, his face was shown.
“Gim…” l said softly, “gim. Why did you do this to yourself?”
His eyes opened slowly.
“Ag?” His eyes rested on my exposed stomach and my birthmark. “The lasers… of course. Ag, Museica is in great danger. You must save it. But if you do, don’t forget that the greates of heroes always needs friends. Do me proud zepata.”
He lay still.
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C++D, have me walk back to you and post about your memory recovery.
To those confused, please look at the linkypoo.
It’s OVER!
Whoa. Interesting…….
151- The pie war? Over? Yay! *rejoices*
153- I think so!
In the sequel (if there is one), can I join in and be a character?
Not quite! You’ve still got to get Alice to the ICU at the Op fortress!
Bleeerg…oh well, I was going to have my shipmate kill me at the very end. And how do you control lasers? would I really say that?….*sigh* oh well. A twist to the end. My invisible piepoints. right. one to PC, one to ag…
Yeah, the controlling-lasers thing doesn’t really seem to jibe with the rest of the story… but C++ can do magic, so what the heck. It might have something to do with Ag’s autobiography. Speaking of which, I still think we should have the sequel take place in the time between the fulfillment of Ag’s prophecy and the first one. I say this not because I have a grudge against Agagabagabag, but because he has the climax of his life already planned out, and if we start with a plan for the rest of the story, it will give us less freedom, make it harder to introduce new characters, and (most importantly)(at least to me)(yeah, I know I’m narcissistic)(I also know I love parentheses) it won’t let the “evil” MBers invent villain characters for themselves, it’ll just give them a choice between villains that have already been created. If that made any sense. Which it probably didn’t.
158-actually, C++ said he didn’t want to cast spells on this thread, and at school.hmmmm. I can’t decide to be a villain or not…well, we can only have one real big villain…I’ll just make my own side and see who joins…
oh yeah, and (sorry for the double post), you have a piepoint, POSOC.
and i think(sorry for the triple) that we should have it after Ag, I mean he would be off in his story. He could still be a big part, he just wouldn’t be ‘Agagagagabagabag, wait, how do I spell that? It would just sort of let us start fresh. Let me know what you think.
160- I know. It’s invisible.
161- You mean after his autobiography ends? Good idea! It would only be a few years in the future, a decade at most, so most characters who wanted to stay the same would still be alive, but there would be plenty of room for other characters. And we can set it in Museica without causing serious temporal anomalies, because it’s already been conclusively proved that past and future in the Musiverse are extremely malleable.
I think, however, that it should start on the Flavor Continent, since most of the continuing characters live there.
162-sounds good to me… any others?
Ooh! Okay, so Ecila and Alice are about 16 now, so they’d only be in their early-to-mid-twenties, or maybe even younger…
Ja. It works.
I’d love to have a part in the sequel–just minor, though. I don’t think I could handle anything else
Great job, everyone. I’ve been reading this almost the entire time… heh…
162- That’s fine with me…but do I get a say in this? *wants to join in*
AGAGABAGABAG! WE NEED YOU FOR THE FINAL SCENES!
165- Want to be evil? I’ll need all the henchmen I can get, as my character (a villain) isn’t exactly the most proficient physically.
And I think I’ll narrate a small passage in transition. If that’s all right with everybody.
No, wait, Ag has to fight C++darkmage first. Never mind. See top.
166- Would you like to be evil too?
ARGH! Will it be just Ecila and Alice against an evil POSOC and twenty evil henchmen? Please tell me it’s not so.
On that topic, I want to change Ecila’s and Alice’s names. I’ll be right back.
168- Sure!
169- Well, some of the relatively good guys will still be around… Gim will start his own side, Gwen and Jadestone (the latter once she’s done with finals) may turn up, Ag will be a different person but probably still good, C++Darkmage will be good again (I think), and of course there’s Faye Beauchamp, who seems to be on the fence but leaning towards good. And there’s no guarantee that everyone will want to be evil.
170- Describe your character, and I’ll employ her. Thanks!
169- And anyway, I won’t be POSOC- I’ll be Zanzibar Urquhart.
Fine.
Anyway, I just copied out maybe 200 or so names, all beginning with A (I decided to stop when it came to B cause I was sick of the copying) and I will now go about eliminating the ones I don’t want.
158- I CAN’T DO MAGIC!!!
what???? its over?? whaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!
i didn’t get to post!! Darn!! argh
arhg i wanna post….. but i don’t wanna be a problem or argue any more…. mmmmph.
Gim, why’d you tell me to come when ag and posoc are there?? thats exactly when it ended!!! i had no time to post!!! what the heck!! FFFFWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !
…………………………O.K. I’m done now……………………………………..
………………..sigh….
It’s not quite over. The thing with you and Agagabagabag hasn’t happened yet.
Right! Are you ready?
Alice is now Aerona, meaning “battle ending.”
Ecila’s new name is Catlen, meaning “Pure.”
Argh. That took way more time than I was prepared to spend.
174-sorry. i couldn’t really do anything. Ag just blew it all up. I told you at school if you remember, but I doubt you payed attention…
and 173-I’ll start my own side, yes, but it will pretty much be good, so…just need a new thread and character descriptions…but don’t forget this thread!!!
actually, we should work out the logistics of the new thread when we get one, aka when this one finishes.
actually, we should work out the logistics of the new thread when we get one, aka when this one finishes.
Oh, yeah, I need to do the dramatic scene where Alice Aerona appears to be dead but isn’t.
Well, I think we ought to figure out how the Flavor Continent has changed during the years that have passed. I think it opened up to trade more with Museica and Muserland after the Treaty, and the cities of the west coast are now thriving ports.
171- Um… Her? I’ve already mentioned my gender several times. I’m a him. Boy. Male.
As for my character… eh, just call him IBCF. *has no imagination at the moment*
181-plus, the territory of chocolate and vanilla has shrunk very much. Grape has become a leading power…
182- Erk. :oops:x∞ Sorry. It’s hard to tell on MuseBlog. I’ve been mistaken for a girl once or twice myself.
183- Wait, no… actually, yes. That’ll work. And Lemonlime has also become a leading power, taking up nearly a third of what was once Chocolate.
Poor chocolate…
I’m going to miss this thread a great deal. *sniff* Don’t do anything crucial without me, I’ll still be around a bit, see you in more leisurely circumstances at the end of the month.
171- Nono. Gim is dead, remember? But maybe he is brought back to life by the Muses. But if he is brought back, C++D, Gim, and l agreed to be on the same team.
177-Our side. Ours!
My friends and l have defeated the TAM, and l am Dubbed one of Museworlds high protectors. Gim, C++D and l control the elite army of Museworld. Crime is low in the world.
…But there are those who have doubts.
Whoa, idea!
Pellikoko has destroyed herself and and the antimuses, but the ghosts worship her entity. Unbeknownst to the gods, they create a world…
A world of hate for the Muses. A world run by anger towards those who vanquished its master!
But what stands in the way?
Their greatest fears:
A stone from their world that was found by the muses whose enlightening touch purged it of all evil; it founds its way into the hands of a young theif…
The left glove of a mine worker who unknowingly opened the portal to their world…
The Temple to Urania itself, specifically with the holy telescope that can see to every plane…
And the slayer of the antimuse himself.
If these are destroyed, then nothing will stop them from destroying every plane.
The Muses, gods, and mortals must fight these demons and the ghosts, lest existence be rent to pieces.
What think?
Man, this thread grows as fast as… as soup.
167-Sure, I’ll be evil. Is there anything stopping me from having a horse? ‘Cause horses are the best thing ever. Next to MuseBlog, that is.
186-Whoa, complicated plot. I like it. However, I am really in no position to comment intelligently on it as, although I have perused the lovely maps of Muserworld and poked about on the old threads, I am still a fairly new MuseBlogger. Although I’m sure my experience will grow quickly. (Gasp! It’s Mr. Joe!)
186- Okay, can Aerona and Catlen find the glove?
oh, I have no time to post. I’ll write the prologue for the new war later…*sigh*
186- Cool! Complicated, though. But still cool!
187- *throws spike pie at Mr. Joe*
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Hmmm…. the plan is good, but a little bit too cosmic for me.
Can we just not plan it out in advance? I know I’m being stubborn, but I think it’s boring if we know everything about the plot before it begins.
IBCF, I’ll call you Ibie Sieph.
Jadestone would like to be a major player in the next one if that’s okay, as she was in the beginning of this one before nasty school picked up. It look’s like I’l be on the good side, to balence it out a bit with all the villains.
I agree with PC… it’s more a strict RRR with the plans like that and less like a pie war. Although Ag’s plan seems to have little to do with pie wars in it, and actually more resembles an RRR than anything else. The Randomness is part of the fun. Maybe some guidelines, like ‘be realistic’ but no one ever knows where things are going in real life, and that’s kind of what I liked about the new style Pie Wars too. It was really fun madly typing out battle scenes with PC, and impatiently hitting ‘refresh’ to see if he and Gwen had responded yet, then having to think of ways to respond.
But that’s just my opinion.
191- Ibie Sieph? Sounds good to me.
192- Yay for randomness!
192- You were impatiently hitting REFRESH too? So I wasn’t the only one! And thanks for the support.
OK, I’ve figured out my character, his motivation, and his plan. But I’m not going to post details here, as I want to reveal myself slowly and gradually to my opponents.
I am Lemon-Limes President, after getting the country free. leading The Army of 3000 into Chocolate, I have made General MountainDew head of The Army of 3000. I lead a small Rebel group that thinks that Agagabagabag has been seizing power over Museworld for the past decade. Me (who on the pie war is Teh Mna Fro Aeiuo), Prime Muser Of Feather ( now known as TMFA)(Feather split from museica after Agagabagabag became a protector), The man For Aeiou, Pwner Of Feather On PPP, and The Man For Aeiou, Captain Of The Blackfooted-Ferret, are the four people who have created the CAA (Council Ageist Agagabagabag).
POSOC, Where are you from? What is your Quest? Might You Be an Assassin for the CAA?
Alice! Might they be operative For the CAA asked to get the glove to save the world from Agagabagabag so that he can not get more power? ( The CAA has done some investigation into the wars and current studies so that the wars were created by Agag, just like the Yin-Yang Birthmark ( We are Aeiouists who belive the prophecy related to AEIOU))
195- Feather split from Museica?!?
yeah, I agree. The last pie war took a turn it really shouldn’t have. I was partly to to blame, but I also want to be part of the solution. I have made the first Pie war amendment
……………………….Amendment 1
Hereby, no pie war shall have any planning in advance, except that of a character and his motivations and plans.
.
.
now I need people to sign it to ratify it…
Ooh! Plenty of sides, plenty of objectives, plenty of chaos, plenty of fun!
195- I’m actually trying to seize power independently. Ag stands in my way, true, but so do you, so don’t come to me with an attempt at an alliance. Anyone who even finds out I didn’t die six years ago in a hovercraft crash* gets a cyanide pie in the face, courtesy of Lt. Sieph.
*Faked.
198- well then, EAT PIE!
*PIEPIEPIEPIIEPIE*
there.
197- I sign.
When can we start? I already have my first move decided upon. My motive for the first half of this Pie War is to cause utter chaos, and I know just how to begin.
Proposed Amendment 2: Since some of this War may take place outside the Flavor Continent, no Musiverse character may be mentioned or changed without the permission of his/her MuseBlog creator or alter ego. I. E. if we go to the PPP, Oob may appear, and so might TmFA, but not emmatheduck or Elizabeth.
here is pie war admedment 2:
all planing must be done on museblog.
yeah, I agree. The last pie war took a turn it really shouldn’t have. I was partly to to blame, but I also want to be part of the solution. I have made the first Pie war amendment
……………………….Amendment 1
Hereby, no pie war shall have any planning in advance, except that of a character and his motivations and plans.
.
.
now I need people to sign it to ratify it…
I guess I’ll be called…um..Rathul sounds cool. pronounced Wrath-ool.
Rathul stood atop his perch on the hill. He surveyed the wreckage of the once great nation. Chocolate. He had heard stories of great powers and wars once in this nation. And the recent great battle against Gimanator. It was now no man’s land, really. The nation collapsed and had only a few people to defend its borders. Political and Military aspects were rarely defended. It was a land ripe for the taking.
He slid his hand across his dark blade. The scimitar of chestnut pie. It had been his own invention, along with the rapid fire portable pie stove. What was left of the territory would fall under his command. It couldn’t stand a chance under his intellect and mighty army.
He turned to his troops at his camp, he had rallied them together, and was prepared for a speech to let the adeline (adreline? wait what is it?) rush through their veins. He stood tall, and the sunlight reflected off his dark bare chest. “Listen, my people. A long time have we waited for our land in these rich mountains, and now is our chance. I have heard talk on the street of a great power and a great war, they have left this land barren and ripe for the taking! When we do conquer this land, we shall build upon it a great nation, and you will all have productive lives you have dreamed of! No defenders of this land shall stand up to our great weapons, and training! Let our power and technology wreak havoc over the lands! Let us go!” He paused, as if to listen to the feint echo of his strong accent. “We are ready.”
Then he yelled as loud as he could, lifting his blade in the air, and pointing it at the boundaries. He could hear his men yelling with him. “CHARRGE!” He ran at the front of the army as they swarmed over the mountain.
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we are ready
200-I’ll sign that. and I guess TMFA’s. that should be all for now, I don’t want to overrun MB with proposed amendments.
I sign the three.
Adrenaline.
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The room was filled with pungent, sweet-smelling smoke, drifting from the nodding heads of the incense sticks, wafting coyly around the strange machineries that loomed by the walls of the chamber, gusting between the multiple mechanical legs of the spiderchair and the two thin, crooked, flesh-and-blood legs of its occupant.
The doorbell jangled. Long, dextrous fingers played across a series of levers set into the arm of the chair. The clockwork legs whirred busily, their soft pad-feet making no indentations on the priceless Dornavenkian rugs that covered the floor.
The fingers danced across another set of levers, and two long, sensitive metal palps extended from the chair’s back, hooking over and down like scorpion tails. They groped for the light cord, pulled it. A soft light crept into the dark chamber, emanating from the clusters of delicate glass grapes that served as lamps.
Zanzibar Urquhart flicked one last lever. It wouldn’t do to let Ibie Sieph see him so helpless. For the thousandth time, he cursed the illness that had robbed him of his health, and impatiently seized the telescopic cane that extended from the base of the chair.
He hauled himself to his feet, leaning heavily on the crutch, and pulled open the doorknob. “Ah, Mr. Sieph. Come in, please.”
The spiderchair scuttled out of the way to admit the man who entered the room. He wasn’t tall or otherwise physically impressive, but was somehow imposing nonetheless. Perhaps this effect was caused by his extensive reputation, but it was likely that the array of long knives that hung from his leather belt. Urquhart knew that each one was charged with at least four kilopells of flavor-energy, enough to cut through up to a half inch of pietanium.
Ibie Sieph smiled coldly. “You rang, sir?”
“I did. You must be extremely careful to follow my instructions, because error will certainly mean death.”
Sieph’s expression didn’t change. “The mission?”
Urquhart reached under his chair and pulled out a large coffee can. “This is K4. Pastric explosive. Do not shake it.”
Sieph took it. “I’ve handled plenty of K4 in my time. I know what to do with it. What do I need it for?”
“Go to S!tic,ka?bro.wwn, the holy city of Caramel, Peanut Butter, and- ”
“Butterscotch. If I need clarification, I’ll ask for it.”
“Wear the dress uniform of a Butterscotch soldier. Can you obtain one?”
“Certainly.”
“Put on a heavy cloak over your uniform and go to the Caramel temple. Plant the K4 in some unobtrusive place, set the timers for an interval that you deem reasonable, then run out into the middle of the temple, throwing off your cloak. Make sure your uniform is seen and recognized. Shout ‘Death to the oppressors!’ or some such revolutionary notion, then escape through the back window. A hovercraft will be waiting for you there.”
Sieph’s smile grew a fraction wider. “I understand perfectly, sir. You wish to create hostilities between Caramel and Butterscotch, possibly even war. What if an obstacle appears?”
“Improvise. I know that’s your specialty.”
“Very well. May I ask a question?”
“Certainly.”
“What do you have to gain by instigating war between two sets of fanatics hundreds of miles to the south?”
Urquhart’s satisfied smile disappeared. “If anyone but you had asked me that, they would be dead now, probably by your hand.”
“I don’t need to know.”
“Astute as ever, Mr. Sieph. You may go.”
heck, now we pretty much wait for other Mbers to post on this thread.
205-heeheehee…*evil chuckle*
Sieph followed his orders and left the room. It didn’t matter what his client’s intentions were, as long as the pay was adequate. Clutching the K4, he silently made his way towards Butterscotch.
It had been a week since Rathul’s invasion. Setting up camp was done, and his forces had invaded nearly half of what was left of the territory , planting flags and notes at the desired boundaries. The war was going well, and with very few casualties-the resistance had been slim. Rathul decided that his conquest had finished itself off. He had all the land he would need then, so he would merely have to negotiate peace with the most likely unforgiving leaders. Not much like it mattered. As if chocolate could do anything against it. When all the other countries saw what was happening, they would probably reduce chocolate to the size of spaghetti.
He pondered, who should he send to the peace talks? It would be best if he himself did not go, he would risk assassination. He turned to his sergeant, rise-ann of fudje. A native joined to his cause. He would impress his former Nation, maybe even turn it in to him. He dropped his choco-steel shoulder pads at his sleeping tent, another of his inventions. Moseying over to the recruit, he took a deep breath. This was to take some convincing.
alright, now I should intervene in zanzibar’s plan here, just let me finish my footing…
There was a ticking noise from the wall. A small steel trapdoor clanged open, and a completely normal-looking raven hopped across the floor and fluttered up to Urquhart’s shoulder.
He smiled. “Ah, Hugin.” Brushing aside the false feathers, he found a small key protruding from the creature’s metal back. A turn, and Hugin stopped moving, the ticking noise that emanated from its chest suddenly ceasing.
Urquhart pressed a knob just below the clockwork bird’s skull. Its glass eyes flared green, and a tray popped out of the back of its head. Inside was a small cassette.
Urquhart reached down and slid open the top of a toolbox lying next to his spiderchair. Pulling out a blank cassette, he quickly switched the tapes and pressed the tray back into Hugin’s head.
When do we meet Munin?
213- He’s been off on a special mission for three years. Only Sieph and I know that he exists, and even Sieph doesn’t know where he is or what he’s doing.
Ibie Sieph traveled swiftly. He arrived in Butterscotch only 20 hours after the briefing. Crouching on the ground, he spotted a lone boarder patrol, clad in the Butterscotch soldier uniform. Perfect! Taking his favorite knife, he creeped up towards the unaware patrol. Assassination, among many other things, was his specialty. Silently as ever, he threw. The soldier turned, but a moment too late. He gave out a short gasp and fell to the ground. The assassin withdrew his blade and took the dead man’s uniform. He then set straight off for Caramel.
A day later, rise-ann had left for the embassy, Rathul figured that he young man didn’t realize what danger he was in, but in the end he figured that he wouldn’t risk much. From what Rathul knew, chocolate would play fair, and he would just have to wait for the news back. Rathul understood that chocolate knew it couldn’t fight back, which probably infuriated it. It used to be a great country.
As he thought of this, he surveyed his troops at camp. Dusty tents, wooden make-shift tee-pees and such. Even some walls for defense, and a frame or two to make shade. The group at first was excited, and ready for the land to be theirs. Now, many of the people looked exhausted. He looked about. Didn’t these people want their own country? At least in his mind, he saw that pain, and dirtying up would be worth a new land without oppression. Tofu’s worsened condition was enough to get him at least this many troops and tacticians, wasn’t it. he sighed to himself. Well, he had gotten this far, and that was what he and the people wanted to accomplish. He had finished his work for now.
The bird’s eyes flared green once again, then it was still. Urquhart piloted the spiderchair over to the far wall and pressed Hugin against a complicated whorl of metal that turned gently. There was a soft musical note as the key in the raven’s back latched onto one of the winding machine’s prongs, then a steady, loud ticking noise.
In a small nomad camp somewhere in Vanilla, a tent door opened, and a young woman emerged. She was in her late teens or early twenties, tall, and wore a practical tunic and leggings of purple. Her hair was long, with a purplish sheen, and her dark eyes and slightly turn-up nose declared her Blackberry heritage. She smiled at the rising sun, and stretched up to touch the pink sky. She peeked back into the tent at something, grabbed a dark grey cloak from where it hung on her tent-pole, and then padded off towards the forest.
Inside the tent, Aerona heard her sister leave, and sat up. She winced slightly – it was always in the morning that she felt most the consequence of her foolishness – and picking up a blanket and wrapping it around her, she, too, exited the tent to greet the dawn.
It was night when Ibie Sieph reached Caramel. Covering the Butterscotch uniform with a black cloak, he entered the city. Like a shadow, he silently moved through the streets, avoiding the gaze of the passing guards. Better not to arouse their suspicions.
The huge Caramel temple loomed over the city; it was a landmark that could not be missed. He quickly climbed the stairs. A guard saw the shadowy figure move past him. He narrowed his eyes and took a closer look, but the figure had vanished.
Sieph crept into the temple. He hid behind a pillar as a group of soldiers marched past. He then took the K4 out of a hidden pocket, and placed it on the pillar, setting it for 30 seconds.
*is Teh Mna Fro Aeiuo*
I look out of the CAA headquarters.
“Rathul has started an attack on chocolate. if Chocolate falls, Lemon-Lime will need to put up a fight. We are the most powerful Flavor except for Vanilla. but then again,ever since POSOC died back in the day, thou, they have slowly weaked down to a small fraction of what they were. the power just is from it’s history. If I needed to, I could crush vanilla and chocolate in one fell swoop. but there is no need. the UFC is showing support to Agagabagabag, so we need to change that. if we are to Finnish Agag off, and let the world be restored to it’s original state, we need to attract support to our cause. but nobody needs to know. the UFC is crumbling, and the council of the museican Prime musers is ruled by Agag, really. Zeetme is a shadow of it’s self. muserland trade is at an all time low. the nomads of the curstland are weak…”
Urquhart pulled on a visor made from thick rubber and tarnished green plastic, sliding the tape into it.
A short click, and he was viewing the world through Hugin’s eyes, shooting up from a short tunnel and leaving the creeping vines of Grape below him. Higher, and the ripe vintages of his home vanished into a patchwork of various countries. Higher still, and the Flavor Continent was spread out like an irregularly shaped pancake on the wrinkled, blue-green pan of the Mint Sea.
Several loud clicks as the lenses in Hugin’s eyes focused deeper. The magnetic tape whirred behind plastic retinas. There were the jagged rocks of Lemon-Lime, verdant green and acid yellow, and the city of Spryte sprawled across its coastline, slim Dornavenkian clippers and huge Muserlandic cargo ships cutting furrows across the bay. Urquhart’s jaw clenched. Foreigners. We were better off without them, before this stupid One Museworld treaty. Flavor can do without you! Look what you’ve done to it! I’ll soon make you regret interfering in our affairs…
Then Hugin had swiveled to the east, and the image was lost. It blurred, and re-focused into something entirely different.
A mud-brown landscape, wraithlike drifts of fragrant steam criss-crossing it. Chocolate.
Then the towns of Tre-Musketoir, of Marzbar and of Snikkerz. Each one flying a strange flag, or else burned and sacked.
Urquhart half rose from his spiderchair in astonishment. Invasion! Some fanatic’s trying to take over! And Chocolate’s too weak to resist. Flavor is even more fragmented than it was before the treaty. It was better in the old days, and it will be so again. One continent, one country, with one ruler. A Grapian. A See-d’Less.
Me.
can’t post now or read any of your important post…… I’ll catch up tomorrow or the day after.
Catlen returned a few hours later. Her sister was writing busily in a tiny purple leather book, and was wearing a furious expression. Catlen knew what she would find if she looked in the book. It probably wasn’t healthy to let Aerona obsess over it like this, but what could she do? Aerona had always been the assertive one. The last time she had listened to Catlen was when she lay on her deathbed.
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OK, I want to write what happened between the end of the previous pie war and the beginning of this one.
1st person Catlen’s POV.
I was waiting at the gates when they returned from the battlefield. I hardly saw POSOC, carried on a stretcher. When I did, all I felt was fear. If POSOC, seasoned and cautious warrior that he was, had not survived, what of my sister? There would be time to grieve later, but now, I had to find her.
There had never seemed to be so many people, dead, alive, wounded, as there was when I was looking for one person, the one person whom my life would depend on.
And then I saw her, my sister, my other, reckless half, and she was lying on a stretcher too, and her entire dress was soaked with blood.
I know I cried, but I couldn’t make a sound, and I remember people talking to me, trying to tell me something that I couldn’t focus on, and then I was sitting on a couch and someone was trying to give me tea, and I didn’t WANT tea, I wanted Aerona, but she was dead, dead, and I would never see her again.
And then I fainted. And when I woke up nothing was fuzzy as it had been before. Everything was clear, sharp, too clear and sharp. “She’s dead,” I said aloud.
But she wasn’t.
“Aerona,” Catlen said gently.
“What?” she snapped, looking up. She shut the book.
“What are you writing?”
“My biography. My memoirs. It’s not what you think. We’ve had interesting lives, you know. The pie war wasn’t the only thing that happened to us.”
A soft squawk. Hugin’s eyes lit up, and he fluttered over to the spiderchair.
But instead of pressing the single lever that would send him on his preset route, Urquhart flicked a series of delicate switches.
Hugin’s eyes flared one more time, and he left in a whirl of black silicone feathers, blasting out of the trapdoor.
Rathul watched the clear sky. A lone black raven flew above. He wished he could be like a bird, no worries, only instinct-need to live, and then relaxing all you wanted. That’s what it seemed. But he drooped his head back to the mud colored ground, and he noticed the various scars across his chest, arms, and stomach. He saw what he had got on the way here, he couldn’t back down. So many people counted on him. A new life, free from oppression. Away from tofu.
A messenger bent down to him. “Sir. Chocolate refuses to make any sort of action until you visit their leaders in person.”
“What? Very well. They should know by now that if I wanted to I could squish them.”
‘Yes, sir.”he said confidently. The messenger felt slightly patriotic at that remark.
“Listen. I can’t-,”he paused, “the people are tired and-,”another pause, “they couldn’t-“a third pause, “forget it. So I shall go, get the sergeant and tell him to pick out a bodyguard, I can’t leave unprotected.”
195, 196- Why do you hate me? Without me, you’d either be dead or slaves to sadists!
195- l just read that again. Please tell me that you’re the villain, because AEIOU knows that l didn’t start the war myself, because l wasn’t born when it started. As for the Yin-and-Yang birthmark, it was her blessing. l’m a protecter, not a power tripper.
TMFA- Please don’t alter my character by saying that he made things up. l control him, so l control wheter he does or not, and l say he doesn’t. Besides, l’m A protecter, not THE protecter. Beavo and C++DM are others. l demand that you change CAA to CPA, because l feel like l’m being singled out. Don’t make me madder then l am.
Gimanator- Please be on my side. Don’t wreck our friendship.
“Om Shanti.”
l rose from my meditation and began to train. l had just had a new toy forged, the greatsword of strawberry. It had a nice heft to it, but my back was killing me from carying it.
My pager rang.
“Mr zepata, there are three visitors who would like to see you.”
The first was a towel. Recognizing the design, l hooked it over my arm.
Weightlessness. l had ascended to the realm of Muses.
It was Chad.
“Terribly sorry to hear about Feather, ag. l suspect that its leader’s have a motive other than what they claim.”
“Of course, power. l’m the champion when it comes to crushing megalomania. Besides, the prime-muser of Feather is obviously part of the CPA.”
“Ah, the CPA, that’s what l wanted to tell you about. Do you remember IBCF? Her nephews working for them.”
“What? But IBCF was the kindest friend a man could have!”
“Worse yet, Urania spotted him blowing up the temple. And, to top it all off, the CPA is ficticiously saying that your birthmark is a fake, and in AEIOU’s name! She’s the very patron of the symbol!”
l was aghast. This was too much to handle.
“Look l have to go. l have another visitor. Bye.”
l descended to find yet another towel portal. This time it was from feather.
“Gee, agagabagabag, l’m sorry that my country decided to turn against you.”
“Perhaps you could point them in the right direction? A miracle?”
“Have you ever made a miracle? It’s not easy.”
“Wait, l have an idea.”
l whisper to him.
“l have to go. Someone else wants me.”
My third visitor was C++D.
“Hi.”
l recounted what the Muses had told me.
He nodded.
“l have good news. A young conquerer named Rahul is a potential ally, because he opposes the CPA. As you know, l’m not at all for the destruction of Chocolate, and the President of Lemon-Lime is our enemy.”
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A few days later, the protectors of Museworld and the army of wordly defense landed right next to Rahul’s camp.
220- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! l control my character, and he does not rule all of Museica his snippin’ self!!!! AFHIUAFOAIAOFAFAOIFJAOIEOHOHEOHQOIHOIWOIOSADHFSKF;DKADFJAFDKLFJFOIWAJFIOEWJ AOIFEOIRUOIHDSAVA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, but you’re really pissing me off.
I am deeply bothered. Not by Ag. Not entirely. I see nothing wrong with his last post. I’m bothered by the whole blasted drama. Ag says he’s fated to save Museica, TMFA says that isn’t fair and rise up against him, and suddenly the pie war has real hostility involved. Sure, it’s a little irritating that Ag made up this great destiny for himself and expects us to play it out, but whatever! Who really cares? I don’t. I guess I need to ally myself with someone, but I’m not going to until everyone calms down.
227-my name’s Rathul, not ratul, and IBCF is a guy. and I started first so you might as well join the already formed side before throwing the blame on me and telling me that i could ‘wreck our friendship’ by creating a new character to be able to exist in this pie war!(the other one’s dead)
229-that’s a good point. these things are supposed to be friendly.
229- lt’s not really me, it’s my character.
230- Wow, you mispelled my mispelling. What l was saying was that our oppositions toward each other on the MB wreck our friendship.
227- IBCF is different then “Ibie Sieph”, just in case you didn’t know.
It’s started?? Wow. Good thing FINALS ARE OVER YAY
194- But of course, who could bear to wait to see what was happening?
213/214- Who is that now?
229- I feel the same way, exactly. I think I’ll have my character living with some nomads on the crust deserts, away from blasted politics. Once things have settled a bit I’ll maybe join in the larger bits.
231- It is just a story… it shouldn’t have a great effect on your personal life in the long run. If it does, maybe cut back a bit…
227- why don’t you spell the acronym Right? It’s should be CAP, not CPA. The A from you name is still there.
and I’ll take the fake off.
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I tell the rest of the CAP what they need to do.
” TMFA, go to Carrot. imprison the Gardeners until I Come to help.
the man for aeiou, carry on with the plan. move it’s headquaters to PPP2. the rice feilds seem like a good place.
The Man For Aeiou, sail to Dor. go to cricketta and then Spiderra. find the Book named Realms of Muse.
I Will start go to the UFC. We Must stop them from allowing The Whole protector thing from gaining a foot hold.”
after the rest left, I sat down.
stroking my dog, I said:
” Soon, Fluffy, Soon. the project is growing.
THIS WORLD BEGAIN WITH CUCK NORRIS, IT WILL END WITH CHUCK NORRIS!”
I cue the lighting.
“MOIHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! THE WORLD WILL NEVER UNDER WHAT HIT IT!”
NOTE: CUCK NORRIS stands for
Cap
Universe
Changer.
Kokopelli.
New
Original
Role
Round
In
Side
my last post makes no sense, but that’s the point of the plan!
I’m having major confusion. Can some very nice person give me a vague overview of the sides and their motives?
237- I’m just about as confused as you are. I plan to stick around and see what happens; I’ll figure it out eventually.
237- Let’s see.
There’s the evil side, with some guy whose name I can’t remember and his henchman Ibie Sieph.
Then there’s TMFA’s side. CAP. Or CPA. Or CAA. Something like that.
Then there’s Jadestone.
And Aerona and Catlen.
O… kay. I’m just going to ignore all the real-life* drama that’s going on right now, because it doesn’t really pertain to my plan yet.
239- Zanzibar Urquhart.
*Wait. That’s not right. MB isn’t real life, it’s one level removed from reality. And what does that make the pie war? A superconstruct? Unreally unreal? Reality’s cousin twice removed? *falls over, confused*
End of footnote (really middlenote)
~
Urquhart smiled. All was going as planned, with the exception of the war in Chocolate, and he could easily turn that to his advantage. The Caramel-Butterscotch war would confuse the Protectors and draw their attention away from his real plan.
But there was a slight problem. The outsiders had come into Flavor after the Treaty, dirtying its coasts with their filthy, corrupt feet. And their goods and products flowed in and out of the Continent unchecked, creating a suppurating umbilical cord of trade, an unhealthy symbiosis.
We must disengage from them. How to do it? Spryte was the city with the largest amount of foreign immigrants, and also the city which had the greatest amount of communication with the Muserly continents. Spryte it would be. And as a bonus, with its capital destroyed, Lemon-Lime would cease to be a major power and a threat to his plan.
How could he accomplish that? No pie weapon existed that was capable of the destruction of a city.
Wait… there was one.
But it had been lost in the first Continental War, in the battle of the Bean Mountains. Some said it was a legend. Urquhart knew for a fact that it existed. If it was still functioning, all the better. If not, the pieon crystals could be salvaged and used to create something of equal power.
Urquhart’s fingers twitched impatiently. If only Sieph would finish his mission and return!
((Note: I need more henchmen.))
Seiph activated the charge. He waited for about 15 seconds, then he jumped out from behind the pillar.
“DEATH TO CARAMEL!!!”
He threw off his cloak and raced towards the back window. Several shocked guards hurled pies at him, but he was too fast. He just made it to the hovercraft before the K4 detonated.
As the hovercraft flew away, Seiph watched the temple collapse to the ground. His master would be pleased.
Heh. Rathul and the UPM have an alliance.
The president of Lemon-Lime is the UPM’s enemy, and Rathul want’s land taken over by Lemon-Lime.
I turn on the screen and start to talk to MountianDew
” Dew! start an attack on Rathul’s army. They are a concern to the safety of Lemon-Lime.”
after he left, I Talked to my army’s commandeer. ” Cm. Fresh, send two regiments to Vanilla. something seems to be up.”
Hugin’s reconaissance mission was shorter than usual due to it focusing on only two countries, but it seemed to take an eternity. When his bird returned, Urquhart fairly ripped the tape from its head and slotted it into his visor, leaving Hugin squawking indignantly for a replacement.
Chocolate was as before, but troops seemed to be moving out of Lemon-Lime. The majority were heading towards the encampments of the Chocolate invaders, but a couple of regiments were on a slightly different course, one that would take them through the north of Chocolate and into Vanilla.
Can I act as two characters at the same time? I want to be both IBCF and Ibie Seiph.
242-actually, my idea was to have more protection if I was attacked…I must make a transmission to lemon-lime letting them know I do not want to harm them…
oh. it’s too late. heh. I have a tactic…but for nowwwww…*musical fanfare* homework!!!*fart noise* arrrgggg! I hate homework….*fades off*
“Come on,” said Catlen. “It’s time for breakfast.”
There were eleven tents in the camp, and seven families, counting Aerona and Catlen. Five of the tents formed a circle in the center of the camp, and the other six gathered loosely around it. The tent of the two Blackberrians was somewhat apart from the rest, as if to declare that Aerona and Catlen were not really part of the nomad band, they were simply temporary, two adventurers who might vanish at any moment.
A fire had been built in the center of the camp, and over it bubbled a large pot of some sort of stew. Aerona and Catlen helped themselves, and went over to sit in a corner of the tent circle, equally removed from the rest of the nomads as their tent was from the rest of the camp.
Into Vanilla! Oh my!
Commander Rathul had left to the peace talks with chocolate. Unfortunately, we had already received reports of incoming troops. Without a commander, what were his forces to do? We didn’t have any way to get a tactic of defense. I was only a troop. A citizen. A nothing in tactics. I had to think for myself. I needed to rally the troops… how would lemon-lime attack? I had it. “Men! listen to me! Enemy troops are invading! They are likely to out number and out pie us! We need to have a tactic in order to pass through this fight alive! We must evacuate the city!”
A citizen of the new country spoke up, “But, will we not fight?”
“You will just have to wait.” Take all necessary supplies along with you! Including weapons!”
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240-I promised I’d be evil, so I’m willing to volunteer myself as hench…woman.
And thanks tons Alice for clearing it all up. ^^
oh. 250 was supposed to be under ‘myso’
But wait! Sieph isn’t my only option. I just remembered…
Urquhart pressed the intercom button. “Mink! Come here now!”
Urquhart’s commanding voice boomed over the intercom, ordering me to his study. I dropped the history of Tofu I was reading without bothering to mark my spot, and bounded up the spiral steps two at a time. Urquhart was not partial to tardiness. I knocked at the solid vanillawood door.
In the split-second before it opened, my heart began to race. One false move, one mistake… To look at me, you wouldn’t think I’d be working for someone like Zanzibar Urquhart. Which is perhaps why I was hired. Short amber hair, dressed in sunflower–or, more aptly, marigold–yellow right down to my shoes, I looked far too bright and happy to be a henchman. But henchman I was.
“Yes, sir?”
“Ms. Mink.” Urquhart regarded her for a moment. She didn’t look at all like the sort of person who would be working for him. Not like Sieph. But perhaps that was why she was so good at her job. She didn’t have the raw power and expertise of Sieph (although she could certainly hold her own with the best of them), but she got away with eveything, because nobody would ever suspect her.
“Indeed.” I could hardly find my voice. “Was–was there something you wanted me to do?”
Urquhart looked me up and down. There was something inherently intimidating about him. Sneaking about federal headquarters I could handle; if the guards descended on me I could flutter my eyelashes and say with perfect composure, “Oh, I’ve lost my way. Could you point me to the lobby?” I looked like a common person; that advantage I had. But that would do no good with Urquhart. I took a breath to calm myself. There. The smoke in the room caught at the back of my throat, and I coughed, breaking the silence.
Urquhart seemed to come to himself again, and his thin lips pressed together in a sort of smile. “As a matter of fact, there was.”
Rathul seemed needlessly worried. l gave orders to my troops.
“Company A, guard the camp. Company B… try to keep up.
After a brief meditation, l transformed into my daemon; Eurasta, the giant tiger.
Excelsior.
l ran, bounded, and leaped. l raked my claws against the earth, filling the ground with filling. Then l ran towards the direction of the enemy.
The opposing army was more powerful than l had thought it would be, and l soon had to resize myself at the risk of passing out.
Soon bored, l decided to go for the commander. He parried my greatsword, but my cannon hit him in the face. Then l recognized him.
“Mountainydew?”
l was gardening when l saw a disturbing sight; soldiers.
l’m a farmer from the main farm of Feather. One might call me a hippie, for my hair is long, and l dislike the government.
Anyway, l figured that the soldiers would just beat me up until l gave them money, but instead they heald guns up to everyone and caged us off.
Then they treated us like slaves.
They whipped us and beat us.
One day, l fell over because of the great weight on my back. A soldier reared his leg back to kick me, but stopped.
Vines were wrapping around soldiers and forcing brussel sprouts into their mouths!
“Praise Feather! He did this!”
They had only just finished eating when a young man come into the circle, panting. “Help.”
“What?” a woman named Carla demanded, jumping up. Catlen recalled that she was the boy’s mother.
“There’s an army coming this way!” said the scout.
A few gasps, a chuckle or two. Aerona dropped her spoon. Catlen bit her lip.
“No, really,” insisted Tobias (this was the young man’s name), scanning the group for someone who looked like they believed him, his eyes fell on Aerona, her jaw open, her dishes in the grass, her hand on Catlen’s shoulder. Catlen was looking terrified, and she was gripping her cloak as though her life depended on it. “You believe me, don’t you, Aerona? Catlen?” pleaded Tobias.
“I believe you,” said Aerona. “There’s nothing I believe more. We’ve got to strike camp. Get away.”
An outraged cry from the nomads. Even Tobias looked doubtful. “Go away? How far?”
“I don’t know. A mile, maybe two. Far enough away that they won’t bother us. We don’t know what their motive is, where they’re going, anything.”
Carla shrugged. “I don’t care. It’s about time for a change of scene anyway. Should we go west?”
A discussion started up among the nomads, and Aerona looked at her sister, mouthing, “Let’s go.” Catlen nodded, and they slipped off. No one noticed, No one would have cared if they had, because they all liked the twins, however distant the two girls might be, and understood that they didn’t mean to stay. They had been traveling with the group for two years, and during those two years, all had awoken expecting Catlen and her sister to be gone.
I opened my eyes, blinking the grit of sleep and dry, miniscule particles of sand-like crust from my eyes. I could already see the dim glow of light inside the dark green interior of my tent, a sure sign the sun had already begun to rise. I stretched, and wiggled out of my sleeping bag, seeing the familiar cascade of light brown dust briefly illuminated before it settled on the floor of what had been my house for four years now. It was strange how I’d been able to settle into such a different life.
After the Pie War had been resolved, I’d stayed around for a little while to see what I could help with. But there were opposing views, conflicts, and as arguing began to break out more and more frequently. Before I became involved, I decided to leave and wander the lands for a bit.
I’d returned to sailing on the Black-Footed Ferret for a while, but even The Man For Aeiou became involved in the politics. So I left that too, and went to the mountains for a year before decided to do something I hadn’t considered before: the desert.
So I’d been living with a tribe of Nomads since then. At first I’d been quite the outsider, a woman who wore strange clothing that didn’t cover her face, and fought like a man.
I was surprised at how much I’d changed, myself. Now I wore the same large, covering scarves as the Nomad women, it wasn’t so much to fit in or to hide ourselves as it was practical. It kept out the burning dust and scorching sun, and was light enough that it didn’t weigh you down. Though it would be hell to fight in one, all that loose flapping material would just get in the way, so I kept on light clothes underneath just in case. The warrior part of me never dies.
And living with them had proved beneficial in ways I hadn’t imagined. I’d always depended on weapons for self-defense, not realizing the practicality and lethalness of human hands. The Nomad chief had taught me the basic moves all woman learn; they are not left unprotected as I’d always just assumed. Once I’d protested a greater interest, he’d helped me learn the more complex moves until I’d all but mastered them. How strange, to be here.
I stepped into the desert, a few dry pie-berry shrubs with tough, juiceless fruit poking out to form a rough landscape. A small breakfast fire had been started, and I walked to sit next to it with one of the Nomad warriors I’d come to know. His bare chest gleamed bronze in the morning light, and he glanced up at my arrival.
“Hello.” I greeted him, and we said nothing more. One of the things that appealed to me so much when I’d first came is that they don’t see the need to ruin a perfectly fine silence with mindless jabber. But I kind of missed it, oddly.
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So, living with Nomads. I am incapable of writing anything short at the moment, sorry.
Different tribe of nomads than mine, I guess. Yours are desert nomads, mine are more like gypsies, I guess. Only not really. *thinks* I can’t really define them right now.
258-excuse me. I am gone. Myso soop is planning for my troops which haven’t met you yet. And if your alliance is going to get TMFA to attack me, well, I dunno…anyhoo, everybody has left camp, incase you’re looking for them, they won’t be found. I guess you decided to meet TMFA head on…
in fact, I will only attack in self defense. To pull a quote for you, TMFA. “I have no quarrel with you, good sir knight.”
“You must go to the Bean Mountains,” Urquhart said, “and retrieve this.”
He slid several photographs across the table. They showed a long cylinder of pietanium from different angles. Embossed near the end were the letters LLL.
“It will probably be about here.” Urquhart pulled out a map and set down a pin on a hill overlooking a ruined fortress. “That’s where the records of the Pie War mention it last. If it’s wrecked, bring what’s left of it to me. I may be able to reconstruct it.”
Urquhart coughed. “One more thing: there are some nomads camped there. Mostly Mintese, but with a few Blackberrians. Don’t harm any unless they see you- but if they do, eliminate them.”
actually ag, how did you even get to where I am? I thought you were in museica…
oh yeah, and since when do people transform into tigers? don’t you think montayndeww would put up more of a fight?…
264- when did I say that?
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” Sir, All the Gardeners are in the prison.”
“Good. I’m coming.”
***
Ten minutes later:
“the solders have gone nuts. go out if you do not work in the place.”
262- Hmm, perhaps they could meet up for trading or something and we could have a whole recognition scene or something?
Because I don’t really know how I’m going to get into the story at this point, I had myself been living with them so I wouldn’t know all of what’s going on with the politics. But that also means I don’t know which side I’d be on.
265-Where are the Bean Mountains in relation to where we are, and where are we?
270- We are in Grape. To reach the Bean Mountains, which are in North Vanilla, you should take a hovercraft out of Grape, through Blackberry, and across the Vanilla border.
Okay, deep breath.
l just found out about you the Jadestone and Glassboro thread. Look, l thought that the whole world thing was a good idea, and that agagabagabag would be but a small part of it. lnstead, you accuse me of wrecking everything and plot behind my back.
The feuding Musers need to find a way to make each of their ideas fit in with the others’. I admire Ag’s dedication to his character, and I can also see why the backstory he’s concocted is making others feel belittled or unimportant.
So, I ask that you take any and all measures to be as polite as possible. Write up your post, then leave the computer for a bit. Think about how you’d feel being on the receiving end. If necessary, get some random person to come and read it over for you, I don’t know.
There. I’ve put in my two cents’ worth. Hope it helps.
271-Awesome. Thanks for being so patient with my inexperience
I’m not sure whether to keep that e at the end of my name, so it might be popping on and off for a while.
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I nodded. “Understood.” I didn’t dare ask what this pietanium object was, or what it would be used for. Urquhart seated himself in his spider-chair and began to peruse some official-looking documents on his desk. “That is all,” he said. “You may go.”
Later, I climbed into the hovercraft that was to take me over Vanilla’s border. I wasn’t bringing much–a few weapons, some supplies–and my horse, Fire. He’d be my principal method of transport after the hovercraft dropped me off in Vanilla, in case I needed to cover ground quickly. I didn’t particularly want a hovercraft following me around at all times; I liked to think I wasn’t completely incapable.
The flight only took about fifteen minutes, and soon I could see the white landscape of Vanilla under us. The hovercraft began its descent, gliding slowly down until it touched the ground. I unloaded my supplies, mounted Fire, and began to canter westward. I remembered every detail of the map Urquhart had shown me; there were the mountains on the horizon. I only hoped I wouldn’t be sighted by nomads. Disposing of them would be messy.
272- It was mainly the whole bit with the prophesy thing that kind of made me more tired of all this. There wasn’t supposed to be any bit magic or main characters, and that seemed a bit much.
Now that all the major pre-planing stuff’s out though, I think this will be better. More actual thinking than just following a plot line. *shrugs*
But in the end it’s just a way to have fun and a story. It doesn’t need to have to be a huge project, just fun with a few guidelines. No powerplay, no making your character special, if you’re going to actually ‘kill’ someone make sure it’s fine with them first.
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More backstory for Jadestone- I had quietly left Ishtar in the North with a clan of Ice Bears, the desert wouldn’t have suited him at all. Once I’ve left the Nomads though, I’ll be going straight to him. I still had his armor and he looked just like one of them, maybe a bit bigger.
Zanzibar Urquhart was almost satisfied. The two major components of his plan- severing connections with the outside world, and creating confusion within the Continent- were both well on their way. He knew Sieph and Mink would serve him without question. But he needed more followers. He also needed to remove the influence of the Protectors from Flavor. He wasn’t unduly worried on the second count. All countries entered into the terms of the Treaty voluntarily, and if they chose could secede from the United Muserly Nations. And once he was ruler, he would invoke the severance clause faster than Fzlblt running from a Reed.
227- you can’t make me do stuff. i have plans of my own. I am not on anyones side. i am a poor mercenary, with (no) plans of my own. so there please don’t make me do stuff. i don’t want anything to do with the big complicated schemes of you all. all my character has to worry about is finding his next meal, and getting employed. argh.
240- gim says: “Well, if its down twice from the pie wars, that makes it realities’ grandentity*.”
*entity represents neutral son or daughter(such as enself or such)
Wouldn’t it be grandoffspring?
275- gim and c++dm: you’ve got the right idea.
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-C++darkmage-
C++darkmage, after the pie war remembered all that had been lost in the back of his mind, and was completely overwhelmed. After a few months, everyone became enveloped in politics, thus leaving him to himself, which was NOT GOOD. Trying to resolve what had happened, he went completely mad. He is now a mad hermit in the hills.
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-Umo Nodakai-
The weather was terrible. Especially when it had been a tough year, and the money needed to rent a room inside had not been scrounged up. The lives of mercenaries are just getting harder and harder, even with all the wars being waged. The street seemed hard. Harder than usual. The air was cold, the ground damp, with mold in the corners of every alley. And the day began. It takes the most time to wake up fully, and once you do, the frugality of your existence dawns upon you. Every day. First thing after I had woken up, I packed my blanket and picked up my prized fruitmore, a 5 foot blade of death, which had been passed down from my great-grandfather, to my grandfather, to my father, and then to me. I began walking down the street, with many an odd stare from passerby, looking for a job.
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hope somebody picks it up from there… i’m joining whoever pays the highest, and who finds me first.
“By the MUSES! Can’t your Army take a single comand? I said Arrest all of the gardeners in the capital! And I get ever gardener in feather!”
I turn to the Prisoners.
” Please step back if you do not work at the place/ were not hired in the last six months.”
all but five step back.
” good, good. you five, any of you have the initials F.T.?”
two step forward.
“Great! come with me! You have just been given chief code-breaker for the CAP! as for the rest of you, I have heard that the army is brutal. there for, I am replacing the G.A.F. with a unit of the army of 3000.”
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Note: I am really doing this to start to gain a foot hold in Museica.
279- Yah… what about our history? After the pie war, wouldn’t l need your help in the other wars? Can you be killed in those instead of going mad? lf it’s rather all the same. l actually think that death is to be preferred to madness. Much better for literacy, you know.
So l guess C++D isn’t a protecor, or maybe he could die doing that.
Apparently, you’ll have to ignore my last few posts. That seems to happen a lot to me.
After receiving permission from Rathul to land our armies in his territory closest to Lemon Lime, we move out.
The protecters are Trevor Wert the Decent (me!), Beavo Stockerspie the Great (he can post here or have me post as him), Daitaro Nodakai the clever, Avinash Singh the Mighty, Asima Bakr the Wise, and Brietta Devinisha the Clever.
(I’ll say it once more–IBCF and Ibie Seiph are different, namely in that IBCF is a good guy and Seiph is not. IBCF: Cheerful Zemtee commander. Ibie Seiph: Shadowy servant of Zanzibar.)
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IBCF, the cheerful commander of the Zemtee air forces, has returned! What has ensued in my absense?
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Seiph felt good that night. The mission had gone smoothly, and he knew his master would reward him well. The hovercraft stopped at Zanzibar’s lair, and the assassin went to make his report .
l gently polished my fruitana, then started on the vegizashi. These were the ancestral weapons of my mother’s side. My younger brother had gotten the one from my father’s, as was tradition in my family.
The weapon brought back the memory of my family, and with it my brother. What ever happened to him?
283-… fruitana? i have a fruitmore! cooooolllllll. I LIKE SWORDsssss!
welll… my fruitmore is more like a fruithander… zweihanders are bigger than claymores, but oh well… (zweihanders can get up to six feet in length, and weigh up to 20 pounds(!), while claymores only get up to about 4 feet.)
281-nooooooo. That’s not my territory. I told you to land in chocolate’s. with their permission. I don’t want to have an enemy because you are in my territory. We had a discussion about this…
283- Note the last name…
281-I’ll post as me, but do I have to read the whole thread? Or can I get a summary? I prefer the latter, lazy bum that I am.
How’d I get to be a Protector, whatever that is? Me, Beavo, a protector that deserves a capital P. Never know, eh?
Sieph’s report contained nothing but good news. The mission had been carried out successfully. Angry protests had started up on both sides, and Peanut Butter’s peacekeeping efforts were only drawing them into the conflict. In a few days, perhaps, war would result.
(I’m still Teh mna fro aeiuo)
~~~
My move of the army has been a great! the protectors haven’t noticed a thing!
I start to read the newspaper.
headline: WAR! Peanut Butter Vs. Carmel Vs. Butterscotch!
I call MountainDew.
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Please don’t mess stuff up like that…
“Dew, send a few troops to the (name of Peanut Butter/Carmel/ Butterscotch region). they are mid war…”
I look over at my projection on the wall of muse world.
the yellowish-green that Lemon-Lime is starts to move across the brown of Chocolate.
“perfect.”
NO. Juuuusssst NO. No. No.No.No. NO!
ALKFJDAFASDFJJAS
AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGH!
Please Please Please don’t. If you DO post with that character again, I’ll just ignore it. sorry, but JUST NO. I DO NOT WAN”T TO BUY THAT VACUUM. PLEASE TAKE YOUR BUSINESS ELSEWHERE. THANK YOU.
What…? *confused*
Jade: We’re no longer in the nomad camp, having parted ways with the nomads while they were discussing where to go next (away from the army). Our motives are sort of fuzzy. But the nomads could meet up with yours, say something about Aerona and Catlen, and, well, there aren’t a lot of Aeronas and Catlens even on the flavor continent.
I grab my plane and start moving out.
As I start to fly I remember back when I meet agagabagabag. nice kid, raised by mean bird natives. He left for museica, and I thought that was the end. then I heard the news of the first pie war. I quickly joined the Jadestone side, and fought the war bravely, freeing Lemon-Lime. now I am going back to the start of it all…
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I land on the ruins of the airstrip.
getting out, I wrap my coat around me, battling the wind.
it’s surprising how quickly buildings can decay.
the natives died a few years back, the explorers left a before that.
all in all, there is only a few birds and a large population of bunnies.
Pie isle is a great place for a secret headquarters.
My guards ( a elite group that Agagabagabag has no idea about) started to follow me into the ruins of the fort.
after searching my old room, I find it.
“Guards, look at this!” I said, holding up the bag ” it’s time. half of you, stay here. the rest come with me!”
I grab bag with the pieon in it.
“get your planes! we are going to PPP2! the plan is moving! soon the Union will be destroyed and independence will be returned to the Muse World! Come with me, or Go and have the world become one under Agagabagabag!”
after this our ships fly out of the isle and start heading to Alpha Kokopelli.
295- Pieon? As in, pieon crystals? As in, power source for the Lingonberry Lime Laser which Marygolde Mink is currently retrieving?
The tent was packed withing a few minutes. It was small, and collapsed easily into a twelve-inch-long bundle. Catlen rolled up the blankets while Aerona thrust their stuff into two bags. By the time Tobias was sitting down with a cup of tea, Aerona and Catlen were headed north. Towards the army.
so is TMFA going to attack me or ag, or retreat or what…?
A while later, the ruins of the fortress were finally in sight. As Fire and I came closer, I scanned the ruins for any sign of the pietanium cylinder. Nothing… nothing… There! I saw something glittering among the rubble. I dismounted to take a closer look.
False alarm. It was just a small shard of metal. Disappointed, I threw it to the ground and kept walking. But something made me turn on my heel and retrace my steps. I picked up the shard again. It was curved, like it had belonged to a pipe of some sort… And there, on the side, I could make out the embossed letters from the pictures, LLL.
Well, if the cylinder was destroyed, there was nothing to do but pick up the pieces and head back to Grape.
293- Feh. lt qualifies as a strategy. You may be frustrated at it, but l’m not changing it. it seems to be working already.
Beavo- A Protecter is a person who has done a great deed for the world and is elected to defend it.
The last l’d seen of my brother, he’d been storming off and refusing to believe we were related.
l went to the meeting, and proposed my strategy.
“My men can infiltrate the highest levels of the CAP, and will do so. Wreet and Stockerspie, your men should mount assaults on the feather government with the aid of mercenaries and rebels. Singh, Bakr, and Devinash, use your respective forces to attack lemon-lime.”
300- Hi, ag! IBCF reporting for duty.
l landed the mail airship at the main airport in Carrot. Three of my men and l unloaded packages from the back, and drove a mail van to the capital building, where we were stopped by two guards.
“We’re here to deliver these packages of fine citrus soda as gifts from lemon-lime to the president.
l flashed a hand symbol behind my back at one of my men. The guards took out a scanning device, and my agent pressed a button on a device in his pocket.
"Contains Soda"
Bleeped the scanner. We were let inside.
We set the packages down in the mail room and left.
At the airport, l pressed a button on a remote control.
“One at pie isle, the other at Alpha kokopelli. Pieon, that’s right. They’ll never know what hit them.”
That was all l needed to know.
l turned of the recording devices in the packages, then set off the filling bombs in them. You could see the explosion as our ship took off.
The small outpost never stood a chance. My tanks rolled straight over it. We had encountered some resistance during our trip, but who could stop us? Soon, my legion of 100 tanks and 150 walkers would arrive at the lemon-lime main base.
Hey! Did you zap Daitaro’s post?
Things were well under way. Avinash would attack from the North, Brietta from the east, agagabagabag from the south, and l from the west. My planes were within 10 miles, and my helicopters within 20.
Oh, sorry.
My barges were entering the east side of lemon-lime in the Peel River. My piecasters were fully trained, and my archers and sailors were almost done. We would reach the capital in a matter of days.
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Daitaro messed up when he said that ag and Beavo would attack feather. He meant just Beavo.
And Asima and Brietta are Female.
Urquhart sat up straight in the middle of a review of Hugin’s tapes. The Protectors were practically ignoring the conflict in the south, preferring to move in on Lemon-Lime. They would reach the capital in a few days. The capital? Spryte? If only Marygolde Mink could bring back what remained of the LLL before they reached it, Urquhart could kill two birds with one stone.
Speaking of which… He twiddled a few levers on Hugin’s feathery chest and set it to PLAYBACK. Then he recorded a short message on a tape and slotted it into the false crow’s skull. The clockwork bird erupted from its trapdoor.
Beavo, feel free to post as protecters other than me.
256- yes! pie isle has the largest supply in the museworld!
311- Really. The crystals POSOC found must have been of unusually high grade, then.
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Mink entered. Urquhart’s breath caught in his throat. “You have it?”
Mink didn’t answer, instead dumping a sack of metal shards on the desk.
Urquhart frantically shuffled through them. Nothing, nothing, nothing- his hand touched something warm and smooth. It was a glowing purple pieon crystal of the first filling, magnetized gently to an identical one next to it.
Two of them were still intact. This might just work after all. Urquhart wrenched them apart and directed his spiderchair to his workroom.
The ruins were truly magnificent, but I had no time to examine them. Feeling that time was of the essence, I gathered the remaining bits of pietanium canister, complicated tubing and wires, and packed them into my saddlebags.
On my way back to the Vanilla-Blackberry border, I passed a few nomads. They didn’t see me, as I was on the other side of a vanilla thicket, but I caught a few snatches of their conversation: “… ona… Catlen… Blackberry… camped with us.” Interesting. Those must have been the Blackberrians Urquhart had spoken of.
He might be displeased that the pietanium had been reduced to shards, but it was certainly better than nothing.
Oopsie. Now we’re out of order.
313- I’m not sure that there IS a Blackberry-Vanilla border, but whatever. Doesn’t matter.
‘S all right. If we put 313 before 312 it works.
Several hours later, Urquhart emerged, his face flushed, his hands clutching a two-foot lozenge of a strange, coppery metal.
315: Well, according to a map I came across a little while ago, there should theoretically be one… and if there wasn’t, there IS NOW.
316: Lozenge… when I first looked at that, I thought you were going to eat it. I must be tired-er than I thought.
…
Urquhart seemed to be satisfied with the bits and pieces I’d brought back, and with my mission completed, I was finally able to get back to my beloved history of Tofu. I curled up on the couch with it and munched a few crackers. Ahh, normality restored.
317- Okay. You win. I haven’t looked at that map in ages.
310-I have no idea what’s going on, somebody invited me on this thread because I was a Protector of something. Does anyone care to give me a summary of what’s happening, and how I got to have the title of Protector when I never posted?
PLEASE? I’d love to join.
319- Do you not want to be protector? I’ll take over! it’d be fun to try to stop me self!
I HATE you Trevor!
New Thread?
*Hums*
320-No, I’d like to be a Protector, I’d just like to know what’s going on before I post anything with the story.
323- Well, all of TMFA’s alter egoes have formed a league in order to stop the Protectors, because they think they’re getting too much power. A bunch of Tofuian exiles are attempting to take over territory in Chocolate. A war has just broken out in Caramel. And a Grape separatist (moi) is orchestrating things from behind the scenes. The Protectors have their various hands full.
AAAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEE! Ag, what have you DONE? 3 new characters to your advantage? I think TMFA has the right idea…
C++darkmage:aaaaaaaaaaaaafffwaaaaaaaaaaafwaaaaafwaafwaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
bored guy with wings named uglush noglush
i was born with wings. i born also bord. bored bord boored. i lik to go slicey slicey with my sword. one day i walked down the street and ag, asima, brietta, ainash, and daitaro rush d me. go slicy slicey. they go sliice sliice. dead. boom boom. allllllllll goooonnnneee. i win. hahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaa
325- I assume that was a parody.
Urquhart watched as, panel by panel, the last touches were added to the ballistic missile by patient construction automatons. Finally, the only incomplete part of it was the cone-shaped casing at the tip, made to hold the warhead. Carefully- oh, so carefully, because any false move would mean vaporizing everything within a five-mile radius- a loading truck clamped the lozenge between titanium pincers and gently slid it in. The casing was welded on.
Urquhart smiled. The extra booster rockets had been a stroke of genius, if he did say so himself. While they detracted from the aerodynamics, the benefits far outweighed the shortcomings. They would be used to change the direction of the missile in mid-air, sending it rushing towards its inevitable rendezvous with the Spryte capital building. And if anyone survived to mark its trajectory, it would appear that it had been fired from the western fringe of Chocolate. This would place suspicion both on Rathul and on certain anti-Lemonlime elements in the government of Chocolate.
The missile would take approximately twenty minutes to get from launch to target. As soon as the Protectors’ forces entered the Spryte city limits, Urquhart would give the order to fire. And his two greatest rivals- the CPA and the Protectors- would be wiped off the face of the Museworld.
oh yeah, ag, you said you could alter light to make lasers….light lasers can’t blow anything up…you could change things’ colors…sound can blow things up, heat can blow things up, but not light, even though light makes heat, you said you rearranged photons, not changed them into focusing for heat, basically, you could change their color…you also said every thing went red. this is my accurate portrayal of what happened in the chaos…
Ag make all red. Gim say: ahhhhhhhh! all red! can’t see! runs generator, into. BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM.
chaos ensues chaos. ag go slicey slicey.
it was me who created the ingenious post of flying guy wit swordss (me being C++darkmage, im at gimss hous
326- parody not its.
300- ELECTED?? ARE. YOU. KIDDING?!?
319- join, but DoN’T become a protector. all you’ll ever protect is a stupid bunch of sadistic ideals.
PLEASE! AG, STOP! you are ruining everything! argh! you can’t have 50billion characters, all to your advantage. stop being so full of yourself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ddurh. i bored. i kill things, but only when i walk out o th’ forest. mmm i like to crush squishies… ooh! a squishie! *squash* o no thereare more of them, and they yelling “what did you do?? ah! you killed daitaro!!! fwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!” den dey rund away….
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ag, you can live, just don’t create a bunch of characters… and dont try to make a character that is related to my character in any way, i have my own ideas as to what to do with him. so stop. and if you do stuff like that, then just make a real person be those people. sooo… i don’t want to be officially on any side. you can hire me to fight for you, though. but…. now i would rather do business elsewhere….. O_O :C
It does seem a little unfair to have more than one character on the same side. If I controlled even two more than I do now, Spryte would currently be a smoking crater.
Okay. This more than one character thing is a bit annoying, I will agree. At least, if you must have them, post them all under your regular blog name and just separate the posts with dashes and the persons name.
And now I’ve gone and forgotten what I was going to say before I had to read that large mass of posts. Ah well.
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We were packing up the tents now, rolling them into small bundles that were loaded onto the large, long-legged pecan camels (pecams) that carried us acros the desert. It was once again time to finish our journey to the edge of the desert, where we would trade with the people who didn’t traverse these golden hills.
Although it will be one approximately twenty minutes after the Protectors enter it.
Re- Multiple characters- I’ve always had two characters.
332- Where is this desert? The Burnt Crust Wasteland? Or is it part of Flavor?
334- True, but they were there from the start- you didn’t just create them out of thin air when you needed an extra fighter.
334-yah, but its different. he made those characters so he can get more power and (cough) fame. with you, its… well… its more fair, its more like two different people, and they aren’t really doing stuff to get more for, say, Aerona.
i say that this rule should be made; no more than 2 characters, and not even 2 if one has no purpose except to benefit the other. if your character has any followers, except soldiers or the like, they have to be real people. aka, henchmen, etc, have to be played by real people, then it feels more like you have to recruit people for your side
everyone agree?
326- CAP! Not CPA! CAP!
RE: multiple characters: CAP is made up of me, TMFA, The Man For Aeiou. I do not post under anything other than teh mna fro aeiuo in No,this is pie war 2007.2. the rest of the egos are like solider like. they just do things that I could not use the army for.
I’m fine if there are other protectors just as long as they have a MBer behind them (Beveo) or if they are just dumb bodies (army of 3000, my egos).
~~~
I descend on to PPP2 in the rice fields. I get out of the plane, ask the guards to fly around Alpha Kokopelli to make it so that the spys don’t know where I am.
the rice crop is out this year. As I walk along I find the project headquarters. I droped the pieon off, and picked up the Realms of muses book.
“Wow. pieon, chadium, uranium,Bunnum, and borainum?? wow. I can get chadium in Navenk, Uranium in Dornavenk, Bunnum in iknurowlis. but Borainum? were should I get Borainum?”
By the way, did those join the union?
338- what about me?
339- I don’t know. Iknurowlis has always been on good terms with the rest of Museworld, but the Dornavenkians are slightly isolationist, and Navenk is practically uninhabited. And of course Dor is full of large, savage lizards. So Iknurowlis maybe, but probably not any of the others.
342-I’m still totally confused. I have no idea what half the stuff you said was. Are Grape, Caramel, and Chocolate countries?
343- Correct.
Urquhart returned to his workroom and set to work on Bran I
, a pet project of his. It was nearly complete. The false feathers only needed to be applied on one wing, and a sliver of pieon crystal inserted into the power chamber on the back.
The final touches only took a few minutes. Then the raven hopped up from its perch and fluttered around the room.
Urquhart put on a clunky pair of aviator’s goggles with wires and antennae straggling out of them.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we have live feed.”
Bran I
shot out of the trapdoor and hurtled into the sky.
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A question for Ag- what’s the condition of the Realm of the Antimuses at the moment?
344-Kay, so if I wanted to join as a Protector, how would I do that?
I think that Aerona and Catlen should discover one of the henchmen. That would get them involved in the plot at last.
Look, I know I’ve been around since the beginning of this thing, but WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON???
Urquhart is trying to stir up the various countries, okay. TMFA is against Ag, Jadestone doesn’t really have a side. But what is Ag trying to do? What is Spryte? Where is Lemon-Lime? Where do the Tofuians come in? What was up with the army that was marching through Vanilla? And there is no such country as Carrot.
338-ok. then I have myso and rathul. a slightly unorganized band. I like it.
348-lemon lime is a part of chocolate taken over by foreigners. right after the pie wars. it’s capital is spryte, and TMFA has taken refuge there. Tofuians have their own agenda of their own land, and will most likely play a larger part when urquhart becomes a larger threat. Rathul is the leader, and myso is a young civilian who is taking temporary command…I’ll have him promoted if he succeeds…I’m just waiting for TMFA’s perspective on the raid against me, so I can do whatever is necessary… Ag is defending himself from TMFA. He has sent troops through vanilla. Where was carrot mentioned?
I actually think that lemon-lime would be blamed…our countries are both relatively new…
351- Why would Lemon-Lime be blamed for blowing up its own capital?
350- Gotcha. Carrot was mentioned in . . . *searches* . . . post 303.
353-oh. pfft. Ignore ag’s extra characters. 352-okay…I’m a little lost… does this basically mean I’m getting blamed? crap. wait, ag could be blamed…it’s more likely he did it, isn’t it? :scared:
354- No, because he will be within the city limits when the bomb goes off, and he hasn’t shown any suicidal tendencies so far. So yes, you will be blamed.
The problem with being a henchman is that you can’t really do anything untill you get orders from your master. *is bored*
*whacks head on desk* great.
“Sieph, blow up the main juice manufacturing plant in Pomegranate. Mink, order three hundred gallons of pure strawberry juice in the name of the Duchess Malarkey of Tangerine.”
Whoa, thread exploding. Any chance all the feuding MBers could try to be polite? (attempt at humor) Don’t you care about my sanity? (/attempt at humor)
I think the two-character rule makes sense.
359- What feuding MBers? *oblivious* By the way, Urquhart’s orders for Mink are in post 358.
360- That made me laugh. You haven’t noticed the feud?
That’s a weird word.
The latest news from Urquhart: I was to order, in the name of the Duchess Malarkey of Tangerine, three hundred gallons of pure strawberry juice. Great. Well, the first place to start was a juice catalog. And I never thought I’d see the day I’d be grateful to my grandmother for shipping me ridiculous magazines.
I phoned the company. In my best imitation of the duchess’s nasal voice, I said, “Helleo, deeeah. Yeees, I’d like to ooordah three hunnred gallahns of straaaawberry. Send it to one-forty-fiiive Orange street, Fruit Salahd, Grape. Yeees, it’s for a frieeend. *giggle* Just send the bill to moi.”
Seiph grinned, knowing what Urquhart was up to. Mink had already made the call, so he hastily headed towards Pomegranate.
Aerona looked at Calten. “What now?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Blackberry? Again?”
Aerona winced. “Is it worth it? We didn’t even get a chance to look for them last time.”
“But that was two years ago. Who knows how things have changed since then?”
Aerona continued to look doubtful.
“Please, Aerona,” Catlen begged. “We haven’t seen them since we were sixteen. Can’t we at least try? I miss them.”
“Fine,” said her sister. “But let’s go through Grape instead.”
Note: The Duchess Malarkey is a high-ranking Tangerinian noblewoman, known for her radical and often violent politics, who recently declared herself more partial to strawberry juice than to pomegranate. This caused a controversy, as Strawberry and Pomegranate (countries) had been fighting for control of the juice industry up until the Octuple Conglomerate Treaty. The latest series of actions will make it appear that the Duchess has decided to tip the balance in favor of Strawberry once and for all. This will cause hostilities between all three countries. Certain radical elements in Orange who still consider Tangerine a protectorate (although it is officially independent) will almost certainly try to interfere.
So let’s see. Which countries have I not stirred up yet?
365- Blackberry. But quite honestly Blackberry doesn’t need any stirring up. It’s been in the middle of a violent revolution since a few years before the first pie war.
How long ago was the first pie war, anyway?
366- Well, of course I’m not going to stir up Blackberry. I’m going to annex it, for heaven’s sake.
Of course, there’s Blueberry, but it’s been historically very peaceful… no existing conflicts to push over the edge… and I can’t reveal myself yet. Maybe I’ll just annex it too.
Oh, wait. The following isn’t going to make any sense yet, but I want to post it so that I don’t forget it.
Gniworht eip dna, esrevinu eht, efil fo enizagam eht!
Pronounced “neeWORT eep na, EZreveenoo ett, eefil foe eniZAGam ett!”
367- How dare you annex my home country! My relatives live there!
You’ll drive Aerona over the edge. She hasn’t done anything terribly foolish since she was sixteen, but I’m not sure how long that’ll last…
368- Gniworht eip dna, esrevinu eht, efil fo enizagam eht! Gotcha. *nods knowingly*
369- I’m EVIL. What do you think I’m going to do?
GAPAs- When one of you has time, would you post Ag’s map of the Flavor Continent on this thread for easy access? It’s on the first “No, This is Pie War 2007” thread.
371- …
Be nice?
I made a larger version of the map for my own reference and also so that I could draw all over it. I haven’t done any drawing all over it so far.
Sieph creeped towards the juice manufacturing plant. A guard noticed his movement and walked over to investigate. Seiph took out his knife and waited for the guard to get closer. The guard took three more steps ahead, then he suddenly fell, with a knife piercing his chest. Seiph released his knife and wiped off the blood. He swiftly climbed the wall of the building and leaped into a window.
348- eh heh heh! no idea! thats why i want a character like the one i have, so i don’t need to get involved in politics as much. heh
356- yaah…. Thats another reason for my selection of this character!
368- ? what? oh well
sooo… does anyone need a mercenary with a big purple sword?
hmmm? No questions asked, as long as i’m paid, i don’t care who employs me.
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Hm. still no one had responded to the adds i had posted through out the city… wait… there! was there something stuck haphazardly to my add on the “rams heel” restaurant? Yes! It read; 3:00 am Saturday at The Gold Harp restaurant. will pay $5,000. 3:00 am, SHARP.
””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””’
anyone wanna elaborate on that? if not ill just figure something out…
Dirty deeds done, dirt cheap!!! (hahaha)
wait- did i get that right, gim? i know you memorized almost every page of those books…
368: Morf eht srehsilbup fo tekcirc dna nainoshtims enizagam. Haha, your post took me a gratuitously long time to figure out.
275-dirty deed, done dirt cheap, that’s my motto, uh huh.
BLARP. next will be tofu and spaghetti. oh well, I’m already outta there. hey, TMFA you wanna attack me? I can write it up what I do…
((From now on, I will speak in first person))
Hugin returned, minus the sticky note I had given him, and squawked, his eyes flaring green. I pressed the intercom button. “Mink, go to the Gold Harp Restaurant. You need to be there at 3 AM tomorrow. Bring weapons and the bag which you will find outside my door. Give the bag to the person you meet there. He has a big purple sword.”
The bag contained five thousand flavor-dollars and a page of written instructions on how to get to a point just on the outskirts of Grape. Hopefully, by the time the advertised mercenary had arrived, Sieph would have completed his mission and would be able to conduct him the rest of the way blindfolded.
Inside the plant, Seiph took a charge out of his cloak and placed it onto a power generator. Several guards were approaching, so he activated the charge and leapt out of the window. He ran to a safe distance, and then pressed the button. BOOM!!! The guards arrived into the room to find the power generator in fragments and the juice plant disabled.
376-took me all of three seconds… Dantsrenu tnod i ,meth tuoba tahw? ( dans tee cee re noo te-nod ee Meth to-oba taw)
376,380- Oh, don’t I feel the dunce now. I didn’t even *try* to decipher it.
I hauled myself out of bed at 2:45 that morning. Ooof. One of the downsides of being a henchman is all the odd hours. Okay… what was I doing up? Oh. Golden Harp Restaurant. Purple sword. Errand for Urquhart. Riiiiiight.
Fifteen minutes later, my sleepy haze not entirely gone, I walked in the door of the restaurant, lugging Urquhart’s bag. Gosh, I wouldn’t have expected it to be this crowded at 3 A.M. … Now, where was this guy with the purple sword? Um… Oh, there. Up at the counter, buying a cinnamon bun. Big purple sword at his belt. Wait. Buying a cinnamon bun? That didn’t sound like somebody Urquhart would know. Ah well. I tapped him on the shoulder. He turned.
“I was sent to give you this,” I said, holding out the bag. He checked his watch. “Ah, right on time.” He looked at me a little funny… I’d forgotten to brush my hair. Oh well. Couldn’t be helped. I left the bag with Purple Sword Guy and stumbled back to bed.
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I’ve a feeling this is going to be me tomorrow when I have to get up for school.
380: Well, technically that sentence is out of date, but… ti desu ot eb no eht tnorf fo eht enizagam osla.
So now C++Darkmage is going to the outskirts of Grape with five thousand flavor dollars, a big ol’ sword, and a cinnamon bun?
This thread is descended into madness.
Beavo- ln the museworld, a guy named beavo stockerspie helped ag defeat Pellikoko, and the two became protecters. Since Beavo is based after you, l wanted you to control him.
C++D- Fine, only two characters. l will be ag and Daitaro, and beavo can have another choice of who he wants. The other two protecters will be like soldiers.
TMFA- l would like you to know that Daitaro is the leader of the protecters.
PC- Oh, do l have plans for you!
We had arrived. l shot a pie over the walls of the Lemon-lime fort. Singh was seen in the distance with his vehicles.
345- Complete dissertion, so don’t think about trying to summon an evil spirit.
IBCF- Patience, please. You’ll have a use soon.
“Sir, we have word that a temple in butterscotch was blown up by a caramel soldier.” (or vice versa)
The next few soldiers who came into my office all brought news of things being stirred up in the flavor continent, and everyone was on the brink of war.
l thought of the only man who had ever done anything like this, and how l had seen him meet his end… it was his defeat that made me the cheif protecter. But surely…
“Bring me the docier of Zanzibar Uquhart, please.”
As l suspected, his crash would have killed a normal person, but normal he was not!
Hmmmm… There should be remnants of the bomb…
Perfect. This is a job for “La mouche.”
The tiny robotic fly buzzed to butterscotch within a few days. it landed on the temple and investigated. Then it began to track.
It was led back to Vanilla, where it broke into three. One traced the original culprit back to strawberry, another to a woman in grape, and the last stayed looking for a way into Urquhart’s HQ.
The one in grape caught my eye.
“Devilishly handsome fellow… don’t l know him from somewhere?”
His fruitmore caught my eye.
“Umo!”
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Reference: Daitaro and Avinash are the main protecters. Beavo, Brietta, Asima, and ag are lesser.
Daitaro is in charge of infiltration and assasination, Avinash of land vehicles, Brietta of sea vehicles, piecasters, and archers, agagabagabag of melee soldiers and mounted soldiers, beavo of firearm infantries, and Asima of Aerial vehicles.
384-Oh, oh, oh. I get it. Yes, I’d love to play the part of someone named after me, but I need to get an idea of what’s happening/happened.
Short summary, anyone? Not like paragraph short, but not copy and pasting the whole thread. Like a Wikipedia article, but not as long, either.
Did he already defeat Pellikoko (who I’m assuming is Koko du Pelle)? If so, what thread, I’d like to read that.
I heard more orders, they would have use for me soon. I shook with excitment. What it would be like to fly my bomber over the land and destroy the enemies as our soldiers cheered! I could become a hero, and people would know my name throughout all the lands! I would do my country proud! Impatient for action, I forgot the seriousness of war.
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Seiph was on the run. While speeding away from the ruined factory, he had almost ran into a guard. The guard was dispatched, but not before he managed to sound an alarm. 10 more soldiers spotted Seiph and gave chase. He desperately looked for a hiding place, but the landscape was flat and barren. Then he remembered he had a spare explosive. The guards did not see him drop a small piece of metal to the ground. By the time they did see it, it was already too late.
Ag- The only thing I’m worried about is that the whole story will be the work of twenty more posts if you keep this up. It’s dangerous.
386- Pellikoko was an Antimuse. https://musefanpage.com/blog/?p=1054
Post 193. You’ll find the details there. The first pie war on this thread took place before that, the current after it.
The CAP is an organization bent on destroying the UPM (united protecters of museworld) who include the President of Feather and the President of Lemon-Lime, who are both played by TMFA.
The UPM are the top officials elected by the heads of countries, and do their best to maintain worldly order.
Zanzibar Urquhart is an evil upstart who’s trying to stir things up in the Flavor continent. He’s the biggest threat at the moment.
Umo Nodakai is a mercenary. He’s Daitaro’s brother, though he denies his heritage. He’s working for Urquhart.
l was torn. l wanted to do something about Umo, but taking care of Urquhart was more important. Then l had an idea.
The ninja would probably have liked to kill Umo, but that was against my orders. Instead, she taped my note to his bedroom door.
Dear Umo,
The man you work for is evil, but l doubt you care. And since you deny knowing me, your brotherly love won’t make you turn against him either.
However, l understand that you’re being paid 5,000 flavordollars to do Urquhart’s dirty work. Urquhart is poor. The UPM’s standard offer for good mercenaries is 10 times that amount, but l can offer you 70,000 to do a very special job: Mess up Urquhart’s and Seiph’s plans as much as you can, and then a ninja will give you your money. Follow her back to UPM HQ, and we’ll discuss plans to take on Urquhart himself!
Heh.
381- me neider (?)
383- guess so!
384, etc,- everyone is sorta misunderstanding what i said, but oh well. but… please at least change his name… Please? if you do i’ll give you a bm shirt when i finiish making them! please?
384- if they are even half as strong as you made yourself, they are two freaking strong soldiers…
385- after the woman who i had suspected to be the underling of my employer dropped off the money and instructions, there was a peculiar guy in the corner, staring at me. he approached me, and told me he was my brother. i had never seen him before in my life. i yelled at him, that my family had been killed when i was 9, but he still insisted he was my brother. i had seen my brothers dead body, i had buried my whole family, watching their faces become covered with dirt. i knew he wasn’t my brother. and he was starting to disgrace him. i took out my sword, and threatened him, to the surprise of the people in the restaurant, and we walked outside. i attacked him, and he smoothly parried. he began his attack, knocking my sword out of the way, and swinging at my torso. but that was a mistake. although i used a giant sword, and would normally rely on my strength, i was also fast. i jumped backwards, right as his sword whizzed by, but unexpectedly, he swung out another sword, slamming it into my side with the flat of the blade. he once again told me he was my brother, and i denied it. i kicked his sword off me, and we continued our spinning dance. Slash! Tink! Shwak! Tiiiinnng! the sparks flew as metal connected to metal. left, right, up, parry, repost, parry, disengage! thrust! jump, spin, twirl, jump back, it continued for at least fifteen minutes, but finally i connected my blade to the inside of his right arm, severing the tendons that ran along the underside of his arm. the blood ran freely down the gutters of the street. he lay there, looking up at me, clenching his arm. i raised my sword to finish him, but before i could crush his skull, he kicked his legs out, and i fell over backwards. in the few seconds it took me to flip back up and go on the defensive, he was gone. all that was left were a trail of blood splattered to the left, then some sliding down from the roof of the nearest building. i walked cautiously over to the bag, and picked it up. i then plowed down the street, wiping my sword, with the bag slung across my back. i had already memorized the directions. i was on my way to a point on the outskirts of grape. it would be a days good days journey, but if i ran, i would make it there by nightfall.
389- his family died. he buried them all when he was nine, and has lived alone ever since. the only real friend he’s had was his teacher, the old man named Gorth Furtwit, who taught him to use his fruitmore.
388-yeah, he makes it go so fast. Where’s TMFA? is he attacking me? may I retaliate? I’m just waiting…
390- sad, i don’t think i’m stopping by a bedroom anytime soon, and by the way, what bedroom? (aka, read the last few posts with Umo in them/ i didn’t rent a bedroom, smart one.)
388- I’m in Dornovenk. I am about to send a message to Rathuel to forge a small, temporary,”i-won’t attack-you-and-you-wont attack-me” alliance.
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after trading two barrels of crops for ten pounds of uranium in Dornavenk, I get into my plane, and send a mesage to Rathuel:
To: Rathuel
From: Teh mna fro aeiuo
please do not attack lemon-lime. if you do, I have forty units in wait. If not, I will help you fight the rest of the flavors.
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I fly to navenk.
389-This is horribly confusing, but I’ll try. *concentrates*
Should I pop in? Be like “Hey I was attending to my sick grandmother in Antarctica, so what’s going on?”
395: Just post about your character doing something. Listen to a news broadcast about the Caramel-Butterscotch war and react. Have tea with one of the other protectors. Go frolic in a happy field of flowers and butterflies, I don’t know.
There is no dossier on Zanzibar Urquhart. For all intents and purposes (except his own), Zanzibar Urquhart is dead. Anyone who finds out he’s not, suffers a tragic accident, as I made clear in a previous post.
391- 1. Daitaro didn’t deliver the message. A ninja gave it to you when you were sleeping.
2. We agreed that Daitaro isn’t his family member. Perhaps he had the same mentor.
3. The cheif protecter doesn’t get wounded easily.
Okay, instead the ninja delivers the note minus the brother part. Umo Nodakai will be paid 70,000 flavordollars to screw up urquhart’s plans.
395- No. You are to attack feather- actually, since we’ve discovered Urquhart’s HQ, attack that. You have an army of gunmen. Act as you wish, but ignore 396.
IBCF, you are to aid Beavo.
397- There was a Dossier from before he was dead in our records, and it says he was killed. l discover that he was not.
398- “Yessir!”
Isn’t it about time for a new thread?
398- OK, I’ll grant that, but how do you find my headquarters with a tiny robotic fly? It’s not like I advertise. In fact, the entire structure is underground, and the entrances are secret.
Oh, by the way… have you gotten into Spryte yet? Because I’m continuously watching the video feed from Bran I. The moment you get there, I give the order to fire.
I issue an order to leave spryte after I get twenty pounds of chadium in navenk.
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MoiHahahahahahahaha!
395- start by doing some thing. liike… daitaro entered the room. his arm was limp, and hanging at his side. i ran toward him just as he fainted, and called for a doctor.
398, 397- ooh, i can’t wait for the tragic incident!
398- oh. k. well, id rather work for urquhart. ummm… but what i did is just like your post, post # 258. evyone in that post was somewhere else. (mostly)
I does not seem fair to suddenly discover PCSOC isn’t really dead when he specifically specified at the beginning that he didn’t want anyone to find out. At least so early in the war; at the end of course we’ll find out. Maybe a bit earlier than his character had planned, but right now just kind of kills what he was writing…
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I felt the soft grass under my bare feet, releasing the cool, dewy feel but also missing the warmth the sand always seemed to hold inside it. I seemed to be in a land of blueish purple, with berry bushes every here in there. My guess was I was either in Blueberry or Blackberry, I wasn’t quite sure which yet. I’d probably have to camp in the outdoors soon, but in the distance I could make out a few whips of smoke that signified a village. It would take me a few days to re-acclimate to the life outside the Crust desert, but I’d lived out here for many years anyway. I unrolled a thin sleeping pallet beneath a low-branched, grayish-purple tree, stretched and fell into a slowly deepening sleep. Even so my newly polished pie-sword lay beneath the blanket, gripped in my hand.
It takes longer than I have been away to forget the ways of the countries here.
IN WHICH AERONA IS HAUNTED BY MORE THAN MEMORIES
It was growing dusk as Aerona and Catlen entered Blackberry. It was peaceful here in the country, but both remembered all too well the scene that had met their eyes two years ago. They exchanged glances, both thinking the same thing.
“I don’t want to camp yet,” murmured Catlen.
Aerona just shook her head.
They walked on through the dark, their footprints stretching out behind them on the damp grass.
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When Aerona woke the next morning, the sun was only just rising, showing pink over the purple horizon. Sliding out of her warm cocoon of blankets, she headed, shivering, away from her camp in the trees.
The sun was warm on her head, and she smiled, despite the twinge in her old wound. She was alive, and it was glorious. She was in Blackberry, and if she never saw her family again, at least she would have had this beautiful morning.
Smiling into the sky, she did not notice the woman asleep under the tree until her bare foot touched a blanket instead of the wet grass.
She stepped hastily back and turned to go. But something about the woman seemed familiar. She looked closer. And gasped.
“Jadestone?” she whispered incredulously.
400- La Mouche tracked down your henchman to your HQ. And l swear that Daitaro Ryonsuke is not at Spryte.
402- And 4, A fruitmore is a fruit weapon. Fruit weapon wounds do not physically harm the victims at all, but give them a pleasent sweet sensation that makes them unaware. The opposite are Vegi weapons, which make no mark, but make the victims feel like they’re eating they’re least favorite vegatable.
l stood above the HQ with my splicer in hand. The power source to the base was obviously underground, but where? l felt around on the ground until l felt a warm spot. l dug a small hole with a trowel, then hit solid metal.
Jackpot. l drilled through the metal with a pietanium drill, just enough to see inside. it occured to me that Urquhart was probably planning something disastourous towards lemon-lime, given that he could cause it to blame other countries, effect the CAP, and affect the UPM.
l drilled a larger hole, then dropped a rock in. Pie lasers obliterated it.
l hoisted a nearby boulder up and dropped it down. The lasers became preoccupied with drying to destroy in. l took a SA-42 detonater out of my pocket and set it on the generator, then hopped outside. l placed another boulder over the hole, then hit the button.
The generator was destroyed, and the filling probably would envelop the whole room with crust. Since the door was closed, repair would be difficult.
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Something occured to me, PC. How do you send transmissions all the way to Lemon-Lime while being underground?
Oh wait, l know.
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Urquhart doubtlessly had a backup, but he would need a radio antenna to transmit signals. Since no antenna’s were obvious, l suspected that he had disguised them as trees. l hacked at trees for hours, and several yielded electricity. (the hilt of my sword is not metal, thank muse)
Satisfied, l gave orders to attack spryte.
I’m going to assume that the Protectors have entered Spryte by now, because it’s been about a day in Musiverse time, and also because I’m getting bored.
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“Fire!” I snapped.
There was a growing rumble from deep beneath my feet, then an earth-shattering roar. A screaming comet of flame rocketed out of a nearby copse, its exhaust singing the trees, before diminishing into a thin, yellow-white pencil line against the pre-dawn sky.
394-okay, I accept. I’m gonna need your help against my cause of firing the missile…
406- Amazing that you can do this without power, but l’ll play along.
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My shot had traveled far, but we were about a mile away. Once we saw an evacuation, Avinash ordered a retreat. It looked like we were going to lose this one if we attacked. The empty city was useless, although the government would doubtlessly return once we had left.
When we were about five miles away, a rocket crashed into spryte, enveloping it and a few unlucky citiznes who didn’t make it out in a thick filling.
l couldn’t believe the luck. We had hoped that we would take over the city, but it was obliterated.
407- You do realize that you’re not fighting a single real person? Good luck with the NPC slaying!
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After hearing the report, l smirked. Urquhart had destroyed Spryte, and his bay doors were open! l entered his missile room.
The person controlling the missiles didn’t notice me, not until they had recieved a slash from my Fruitana. He told me how much he loved monkeys, then l threw him out the door into a hallway and locked it behind him. Then l set to changing the missile coordinates. l set all but one to known CAP bases and fired them off. The last l set to the very place l stood, and wired it with a detonation device.
l climbed out and retreated on hoverbike for 7 miles. l hit the button. The missile went straight up, then plunged downward.
408- How am I without power? *reads 405* Oh. That wasn’t moderated until after I posted. Well, let’s just tweak the sequence of events a bit.
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No sooner had the missile vanished than all the lights went out. I swore. “Emergency power! Now!”
A few of the lights crackled back on, and the air pumps and refrigeration systems began working again, but it would take at least an hour for the backup generator to warm up. I pressed a few switches, and my video goggles re-activated.
Static.
I pressed DIVERT SIGNAL.
Static. This wasn’t good. At least two of the antennae were down.
It was actually about four. I had only four more remaining, and two weren’t powerful enough to pick up the signal from Bran I. After five minutes of failed attempts, I finally got an image of Spryte.
Or what had been Spryte. An enormous, filling-filled crater, like a gigantic hemispherical pie tin, stood where it had been, gently smoking.
I drew in a triumphant breath, then let it out in a sigh. Over half of the citizens had escaped, and most of the Protectors had retreated before the bomb hit.
Well, I’d brought trade almost to a complete halt, and the government would return to find the country almost impossible to administrate. Still, it was frustrating to know that one of my most powerful weapons hadn’t accomplished more.
How could the power have gone out? Could the Protectors have discovered me? If that was the case, I would have to go underground for a bit. Even deeper than I was at the moment.
Time to fake my death. Again.
“Mink. Sieph. Come immediately to my chamber. There are a few things we must take care of.”
Y’know, I’ve a weird feeling this is all going way, way too fast. I mean, Jadestone and Aerona and Catlen haven’t even managed to get into the thick of it yet, and you’re already fighting Urquhart?
411-I suppose I can come out of hiding…but I don’t know what to do yet…ummmm…but, overall I agree with you, ag’s posts usually turn out like that, check the older pie war, too…
l fear that some people are forgetting the basic principals of pie fighting.
Gim- Your clubs in the previous pie war didn’t have anything to do with pie, other than name. You used them like real golf clubs.
C++DM- Fruit weapons are made from fruiton, which doesn’t cause wounds.
PC- l fear that if l hadn’t intervened, your rocket would have been solely explosive.
Sieph- Your bomb wasn’t a pie bomb, and your knife that you killed a guard with made a wound.
Amendment: All weapons must be related to pie, and therefore not be directly wounding or lethal. Pieon, vegon, fruiton, pietanium, crustium, and other nonlethal pie elements are the only legal weapons.
411- Don’t worry.
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I have ever thing! except for boraium. were can I get boraium?
413- NEVER! *pies with concert and red marble pie* (see LOTR issue for recipe.
411- They won’t be fighting me for long. I’ve been preparing this for five years, I have at least seven backup plans in case I’m discovered. This is the first of them.
I also think it’s going too fast. It’s far from narratively satisfying if you discover the villain early on in the story.
~
While Sieph and Mink watched me uneasily through the fug of incense smoke, I yanked aside a panel in the wall. Inside a small recess was a vat of cloudy fluid, inside which something vaguely humanoid drifted.
“Clone,” I explained. “Indistinguishable from me, down to the DNA. It’ll be found at the scene of the explosion.”
“Explosion?” Mink inquired.
I smiled, extending a pale hand. “Come with me.”
A trapdoor in the floor hissed open, and my spiderchair began picking its way down a rough, steep tunnel in the stone. My two henchpeople followed me.
We passed three thick pietanium doors, each of which slid shut behind us.
When the third had closed, I halted and pulled out a small remote. Flipping up the transparent plastic cover on the top, I pressed the single, large purple button.
There was a distant rumble. The door shook slightly.
“A pity to waste so much work,” I said sadly, “but the automatons have already come down here with supplies, and Hugin and Bran…” And Munin, I added silently. “…They’ll know where to find us. Chaos has already been seeded on the Flavor Continent. The trick will be to prepare the next step before it subsides.”
Sieph was next to speak up. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see, old friend. You’ll see.”
POSOC, Urquhart’s name made my day yesterday. I was finishing homework late at night, and I looked over at my bookcase and saw that one of my books is written by someone named Urquhart. And commenced to have a laughing fit. So, thank you.
417- You’re welcome.
415- Whyn’t?
I have no time to post, but will get in back in the game…
Afraid I missed an awful lot, chaps. Been out of town for quite a while, with no internet. Terribly sorry. I come back to the thread and find more than 200 posts to read, which simply will not happen. If anyone’s written a general plot layout, could you perhaps tell me which post it’s in?
I’m still here, though. I would like to make a proposition: you guys can use my name and character as much as you want, as I won’t be here as often as I’d like. I reserve the right to butt and write for myself, but other than that, you’ve got a free character.
Yes? No?
Anyways, whether or not yall agree, I need to set myself up.
I am a spy and mercenary. I work for the highest bidder. I’m highly trained at in my arts, specializing in small weaonry like daggers and dirks, as well as the odd pikes and spears. I also have a talent in poisoning, seduction, drinking games, and blending in with groups of people. I can’t handle a sword or hack a computer even if my life depended on it. My greatest wish is to revenge the death of my sister. I’m hasty in my actions and don’t work well with other people. I dislike guns and other modern weapons and am, overall, a traditionalist.
But I always get the job done. I haven’t yet left one unfinished.
421- Work for me?
421- Perfect! Work for the UPM (united protecters of museworld) and recieve a large salary of 50,000 flavordollars (or the equivalent in whatever currency you like, we’re a worldwide operation) The competition, Urquhart is significantly poorer, and with us, you can’t get in trouble when you do a mission if you get caughtm because we’re the law enforcement. My name is Daitaro Ryonsuke. lf you choose to join us, you’ll be working for me. l’m the cheif protecter, and head of the department of mercenaries and secret agents.
Who killed your sister?
423-so wait, agagabag is actually daitaro???
421- Join CAP! we are trying to stop the UPM! We Can Pay you 100,000 Flavordollars, since I print the money.
423- How do you know I’m significantly poorer? For all you know, I could be a trillionaire.
But I think I’ll sit back and watch you two trying to outbid one another. It’ll be interesting to see what your “realistic amount of funds” threshold is.
~
“We are going,” I announced after a few minutes, “to the last and greatest stronghold of a universally persecuted race. Certain misguided biological research has given rise to the widely accepted view that they are a different species than their more docile individuals, when in fact they are genetically identical. Their ruler has been overthrown, their people scattered far and wide. The remnants who survived the genocide have congregated here. Their only wish is to revenge themselves on those who drove them out- the United Protectors of Museworld.”
426- “Who?”, Seiph asked.
I think about were I can get boriaum.
The tunnel narrowed, and up ahead we saw a large gate, crudely built, but solid, and covered with enigmatic pictograms.
“Open that,” I said, “and your question will be answered.”
426- Since you were presumed dead, your money went out in your will, l assume. And FYI, the UPM didn’t destroy Roseata. agagabagabag and Beavo did before they became protecters, l think you’ll find. And l’ve also acknowledged that Evilus and Nicegoodus are the same species, just two tribes. We attacked the evilus tribe because they were attacking Chaddica. You can still use them, l guess, but your information is slightly off.
424- Daitaro and agagabagabag are two separate characters.
425- See? you just admitted to doing something illegal!
Miss Beauchamp, currency is off less value when it’s printed more, for one thing, and for another, the UPM is more well liked than the CAP, which abuses their citizens. Be a hero, and avenge your sister legally.
430-and that, children is called arrogance, are you kidding? NOBODY likes the UPM. grump. I think after a lengthly post(after I finish my homework) I shall decide on my true motives. All you’re doing is criticizing others…
429- Seiph placed a charge on the door. Everyone took cover, and the explosive was detonated. The great door shook and fell backwards with a bang that shook that shook the cavern.
430- You’re perceptive…
Ag and Beavo are now Protectors, and Ag founded the Protectors, so Evilus is after them all. I didn’t say that you considered them different species, just that most people did. And I (POSOC) am not blaming you for their destruction- I know that they attacked first. Urquhart’s insane. He twists the facts to suit himself.
As for your other point… Urquhart prepared carefully. He set aside a (very) significant portion of his fortune before he “died.”
It’s interesting how many outbidding attempts a character can instigate just by saying “I work for the highest bidder.” I look forward to seeing how high this will go… *chuckles*
431- The citizens of Museworld, you jerk.
434-is there anybody that is not on the UPM, that appreciates, or at least respects the UPM? on MB? I, jerk.
oops, there goes my cover…heheh…
434- Well, the citizens of Museworld are those MBers who participate, and the various characters they play and/or invent. I approve of the UPM, but Urquhart doesn’t, and it doesn’t seem like many other people do either.
433- agagabagabag did not found the UPM, it was prieviously created. It was founded by Zarkonta Kuarvu, 7,000 years ago. agagabagabag was initiated into it.
435- l’m sure that those who oppose me respect it in real life.
438- Really. You’d think we’d have heard of it before this… but whatever.
439- l just made the 7,000 yrs part up, but why would Daitaro be the cheif of the UPM if it was founded by agagabagabag?
440- I got confused about who was who.
I approve of the UPM.
442-Okay, I will stop bugging ag. I have really lost my point in this pie war…I don’t know what to do… Alice and jadestone are trying to do stuff, Ag goes way too fast, POSOC has a plan…I don’t have anything…oh yeah, and three henchmen, and two mercenaries(I think)….I need to think up a purpose…
I have no idea what’s going on, having only been reading since this disagreement started a few days ago, but it sounds like a lot of people disagree with a lot of other people. Therefore, everyone involved should lay out, in one post each, exactly what they have a problem with, and how they propose to solve the problem. No going behind other people’s backs, no calling each other names, just figuring it out calmly and peacefully.
And yes, I realize it’s a war, but there hasn’t been much fighting the actual war lately, from what I’ve seen. Since, even over the past 3 days, I’ve seen it escalating from something apparently harmless to a full-blown conflict of interest. And I doubt it’ll stop anytime soon at the rate it’s going, which means that everybody who’s trying to write without getting involved is going to get the short end of the stick.
There’s an outsider’s perspective. Ignore if it seems like I have no idea what I’m talking about.
444-actually*sigh* that sounds like a good idea…I need people to forget my character existed…I’ll think up motives, a story line, and figure out what to do… originally, we had a pre-set fight, and now it’s escalated to this…*sigh* I liked it better with two threads for camps, two flavors, an idea of what was going on, and no arguments…I feel like I am to blame for this idea of one person to fight… you know what, count me out of this pie war… I don’t want to be a part of one big argument, when I have no idea what I am doing…
445- ???
446-sorry. I just don’t know what to do, and I don’t want to be arguing…or…what are the “?”s for?
443- l fail to see how l’m going way too fast. lf l go slowly for the sake of theatrics, is that any better than a pre-planned ending? l use my strategies, and as long as they work within the boundaries of the pie war rules, you have no reason to complain about them. We all seem to have forgotten how the Pie Wars work, but everyone is blaming me.
*Curls up into a little ball*
The ???s denote confusion. You’re not playing? WHo controls Rathul, then?
448- *offers pie* I’m sorry.
405-what? did you just make that up? umm… hey, someone, is he telling the truth? also, if thats true, your skull is smashed and your dead.
408- he has power. you were nowhere near his base. its just like what i said about attacking you, even though you weren’t there. i thought you were at your base waiting for your ninja to bring me… oh well, i’ll play along.
411- i agree… ag, STOPIT! its going too fast, this is no fun anymore. ARGH. i can’t believe there is nothing we can do…. the thing is, he thinks what he is doing makes perfect sense… but, maybe in his HEAD it does. what he’s done though is travel across the flavor continents and back in half a day, as well as bring down half the story. i say to just ignore any of his posts that make no sense, and let him babble to himself! LKDAFJASHFLKHSLFHSALFJLSAKJFLKSJALFKSJDLKFHHF! sorry. ANNOYED
413- THATS CRAZY! THATS EXTREMELY CRAZY! IF STUFF LIKE THAT HAPPENS IN A SEMI-REALISTIC WORLD, WELL, IT’S NOT SEMI-REALISTIC, IS IT??!?
421- thats hard. the most I’ve ever read through was more or less 100, but at the time i think i was crazy soo…..
430- aw, come on! be more creative! i mean, you are being awfully down to earth for one who insists that every weapon can’t have a physical effect, and must do some stupid thing that you make up. Argh.
438-once again, you twist everything or make it up so it suits you and not anyone else.
440- but, you just created daitaro, after i made Umo, so he’s existed in you ideas for the UPM for what, a week!!!!???
444- SURE! good idea!!
aka, blame ag its his fault. he just did 50 bazzilion things in a day! the ONLY person here who knows what they are doing is Urquhart!!! argh
*cries* i don’t wanna argue or be angry any more! *Whaaaah!*
*confusion*
I’m really sorry to everyone… I feel awful… I almost just feel like quiting. I’m sorry, Agagabagabag. I know its not really your fault, It’s just… I don’t know…. jeez.. this is awful…. you know, you my best friend, and for a couple of weeks I’ve just hated what you’ve been posting….. *cries* now i feel worse! AAARRRGH MAKEIT STOP! MAKEIT STOP! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! *throws up* I don’t (whoah) like this (eep) ride I wanna (blegh) get off.
449- He wasn’t a major part of this, and needn’t be included in the future.
l have mixed feelings. l’m as sorry as everyone that gim is quitting, but his accusations were destroying our friendship.
As long as everyone’s talking about the flaws with this thread, l’d like to say that l’m not a novel writer. l write posts that l think are long and epic, and then people say, “No, no, no! You can’t just go, ‘lpieyouandgetitbackiwinHAH!”
451 – Hmm, so what exactly is it that you’re annoyed at him about? Him doing too much in one day, him making the story move to fast, or him apparently having too much control over the story? Or all of the above. Or something else I forgot to mention. The better identified the problem is the better everybody can work it out.
451- That is exactly what l’m talking about. You’re the only one complaining, and your blaming me for everything. GAPAs, can you zap posts like that?
Wow, emotional. moderation is funny.
453-they may seem long to you, but you do about fifty bajillion things in one post. allow me to explain. (normal post)gasp*realizes situation* begins making idea to fix problem
(your post)gasp*realizes problem* addresses problem, ‘fixes problem’.
or at least the way I see it. That’s really how it seems wrong to me, I can’t speak for other people.
POSOC-he wasn’t really that big of a part…pretend he didn’t exist…
oh, ag. also the only other thing I’m annoyed with is this thing you wrote- It seems to me like it screams-oops, sorry gim’s gone, but it was his fault in the first place.
454-I’d like to thank you for trying to pull this together.
457- Look, you’ll just have to accept that l can’t do it. l can try, and l can learn, but if a driver in training can’t drive, yelling at them doesn’t help. And l’m sorry, but l really think your descision to quit is for the best.
Children. Please. Calm down. This can all be solved very peacefully.
We all need to just sit down and decide what exactly we’re doing. We need to make a general outline of the plot. Also, we obviously need to set down some rules for post-making. We all need to agree on what exactly a person can and should put in their post for the story. Everyone keeps complaining about everyone else moving too fast – well, set down some guidelines and rules that will prevent this. And define “moving too fast”.
—
Entyways…
What does CAP stand for?
I haven’t actually decided yet who my sister was or who killed her… I need to be more familiar with the characters before I reveal those two identities, and I’d hate to introduce a new character just to fulfill that murderous position. Would anyone like to claim that place, of being my sister’s killer? We could have a jolly good side battle…
Would you care to bid, POSOC? The bad guy’s always fun to work for… what do I get?
So is this thread a three-way plot between CAP, UPM, and Urquhart? *is slightly confused*
455 – Well, right now you might want to take into account what he’s saying. It sounds to me like he’s trying to let you know something that you’re doing that annoys him and, apparently, several other people on this thread as well. Listening them might be helpful to find out what they think you’re doing wrong and how both parties can come to a compromise.
458 – You’re welcome. I’m not involved at this at all, but I hate to see people fighting over a story, so I figure I’ll at least try to help.
Ah yes. The pie wars. I remember starting this, waaaayyy back in the days of norrisers vs. Watership Down.
461- People’s complaints consist of problems that l don’t understand why they’re wrong and things l can’t change
People- What’s wrong with saying that weapons can’t be lethal? Have you forgotten the purpose of the pie wars?
459 – Well, then maybe you should ask for help. Ask one of the people on this thread if they can help teach you how to make sure you’re not “going to fast”. After all, yelling at a driver in training won’t teach them how to drive, but teaching them probably will!
Oh, the drama. *waits for Jade* Not that Jade will be able to find my post in this mess.
463 – Well, then maybe everybody should start (and continue) to explain their problems so that everybody can understand them. Pretending they don’t exist isn’t going to help anybody. =/
463-you know, Ag, you could be right. For example, the Vanilla vs. Chocolate. Somebody look back there, and see how things, I think, were supposed to turn out. Just a random note, but: I wonder where gwen has been all this time? I hope she posts…maybe she’s hurt…
Um… if it’s all the same, l’d like to continue the war now.
459-okay. Think of my post as calm and relaxed, not yelling. I’m trying to help you identify why people are angry.
Sieph staggered back in amazement. I smiled. “Impressive, aren’t they? The main settlement is in a cave lower down, but every able-bodied individual with some skill in weaponry has been camped up here for a few weeks. I knew I would need an ace in the hole. They are it. I’ve already given them orders in case just such a thing took place. In a few hours, they will be ready to march on Blackberry.”
~
Faye- I’ll pay you 200,000 flavor-dollars- about the same as Sieph’s fee. This will almost bankrupt me, but I’ll soon have the pietanium mines of Blackberry at my disposal. Oh, and I gave the order to kill your sister, but you don’t know that. Yet. *corny evil chuckle*
What the heck! You can’t march on Blackberry already! *protests*
OK, if you *must* march on Blackberry tomorrow, PLEASE do it after 6 PM west coast time so that I can retaliate.
Now I’m going to bed to find out how to change my ring tone. *hates current ring tone with a passion*
Seiph followed Uruquhart into the cavern. Uruquhart had never told him about this, but there they were, camped in front of them was an army of ******.
~
*still doesn’t know*
430- I PRINT THE MONEY BECAUSE I AM PRESIDENT OF LEMO-LIME! AND CAP DOES NOT ABUSE THERE PEOPLE! THAT POST WAS FROM YOU!
ALL COMMENTS ABOUT UPM AND AGAGABAGABAG: I AGREE WITH GIMANATOR.
ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG! THIS IS WORSE THEN THE RELIGION THREAD!
470- don’t you mean ever able-headed?
4720 see comment to 470. you should know this.
I think at least.
OMG. *pant pant* What happened? I’m gone for a few days and this? I can’t possibly read this many posts! *massages head* *moan*
oh well, I hope we can work out all problems. I’ll still lurk.
473 – Please say who you have a problem with (and what they’re doing to annoy you) and how you think the situation can be improved. We can work this out peacefully.
The army is of evil HPBs.
Alice- I wouldn’t have played this card this early in the game, if it hadn’t been for the Protectors discovering me. I’d planned to stir up the Continent a little bit more. But yes, I will wait until 6. We’re in the same time zone, so that will be easy.
473- Case in point. That’s the second explosion of blame on me. The President of feather admitted to enslaving all of the gardeners.
Miss Beauchamp- Your other possible employers are your sister’s killers and and TMFA, who… well, you saw what happenened.
477- You’re not listening. The HPBs only hate agagabagabag and Beavo, and will only fight their hardest against them. They have no reason to attack Blackberry, and Daitaro could send Avinash, Brietta, or Asima to defend it.
478- But she doesn’t know who killed her sister, so that point is moot.
As for the HPBs, I’ve not only promised them you and Beavo, but half of Flavor to rule and bunnify, if they follow me. My promises aren’t very plausible, however, and there is already dissent amongst the smarter members of the hot pink ranks. They’ll probably revolt when it becomes clear that I have no intention of sharing power. But by then, Blackberry and its pietanium mines will be under my command… *corny evil chuckle*
Evil HPBs. I knew it.
454- well, i choose all of the above. i really don’t want to be against him, though. he’s my friend, but on muse blog he and gimanator are… different. I’m kinda the only one who stays more or less the same… *sigh* I want this confusion and hate to end. i sorta want to quit like gim…. mmph. but the pie wars are too fun, so i would rather stay and work this out. lets see…. I don’t like how he sometimes controls others characters (me), and messes with what i want to do. i don’t blame him though (however contrary that may seem.) i think he just wants to be allied with me, while i have different plans. in the first pie war i was involved in, i was on his side, and nothing went wrong. …but then again that was the old type of pie war, and other people besides me don’t like what he is doing… soooo.. it can’t solely be that he wants me on his side and i dont wanna…..
i’ll try and pick out some posts that annoy me and find what in them annoys me… lessee, 453, 463(alot), 478(really a lot)
459-usually when a driver in training can’t drive, they don’t unless they are supervised, and if they crash, they don’t drive for a little while… you crashed.
478-jeez. try and red that post to yourself, and think how someone not in your head would interpret it. see how it seems threatening? and he IS listening. if the HPBs hate you and beavo, you are both in the UPM, so they will blame the UPM, not only you and beavo. and they would have a reason to attack blackberry if their employer who promises them destruction of their foes says to. another thing- how can you be in a million places at once? i’m just asking, and not yelling or anything. in one post, your hacking at antennas, the next leading soldiers out of an exploding city, seemingly all in the same day.
oh wait- i just realized that was two different people— ehhhh heh heh. oh well. the other thing that annoys me is that you seemingly accept no advice, and have no will to change. if gim and i try and tell you why what you are doing is wrong at school where it is easier to communicate, you just get annoyed and don’t listen. its really annoying. if you had at first said something more like “oh, i’m sorry that what i’m doing doesn’t make sense to anyone else. please tell me why, and i will attempt to fix it,” then it wouldn’t have been so bad, even if you continued to do bad stuff. but, you have expressed a few times that you can’t fix what you are doing, and you have no idea what everyone is saying, and the reason why IS THAT YOU WONT LISTEN. sorry. i’ts some other stuff to– in the blog, it seems that both gim and ag attempt to gain power and attention. the one difference i think is how you two go about getting that attention and power. gim trys to have fun, as well as go along with the story, and if he is a bad guy, then die or get captured in the end so its fun for everyone. thats how he gains my respect and i believe others. now if ag was a bad guy, i think he would say he was a good guy and end up winning. he would also get others mad at him, end up having no fun, and no one else would have fun either.
i WANT THIS TO END. OR I’LL QUITE LIKE GIM.
*sigh* i would rather quite then having to go to school each day, argue with trevor, go home, feel sick, go on the computer, do whatever else i do, get to museblog, go here, and end up spending the rest of my time here. this took a freaking HOUR to post! i want to do other things on museblog………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
*SIGH*
Ahem. l’m still here.
l advanced back to his base. The bomb seemed to have had little effect on it, so l chisseled through it to investigate. After several hours of hacking through crust, l found the room.
l exited into the hallway and found that the raving guard was still there. Hmm. l threw him out the hole in the top of the crust.
l walked down the hall, looking for information. l proceeded methodically; The alarms had no power, so l open doors by force. Things seemed more full the lower l went, and l even found computers. l couldn’t turn them on without power, but l could salvage their storage parts.
After a while, l came to a large room that seemed important. lt was clearly Urquhart’s previous office, but there wasn’t anything really of interest. l salvaged anything that could contain info, then smashed the rest.
Yet further down, l saw some evidence of a backup generator, so l took some pictures. Then l put the camera and hard drives in a voice activated box.
“Kalinga winga dashoom bagash, negasha jevata barot.”
But if l proceeded to store things in the box, my presence would be revealed. l set it down and pressed on.
The success of my plan depends on that box.
479- agrees. it makes the story more fun if there are twists such as the character who has been seeking vengeance the whole time finds that their employer who has been under their nose all the time did it.
there. thats another reason why your posts annoy me. if your character wants to kill somebody for doing something, and someone says that they will volunteer to be the killer, you won’t have your character work for them, and you will go for them from the very beginning. the problem with that is that they told you-and not your character. if your character dies or goes insane, is not you. its the character in the pie war. and if stuff like that happens with the proper timing and dramatic effect, then it makes for a good story. and that is what this is all about. sooo… don’t try to win or be the best. thats what makes you no fun. have fun with the story- let your character become fleshed out, also don’t just have fun yourself. let others do what they want, and if anything your doing will annoy them or go against what they want, making them not have fun, then don’t do that. ………
darn. gotta go, i cant stay on any longer…. sigh
481, 483 – Yay! Good job expressing your feelings in a calm and peaceful manner! -gives gold star-
Alright. I know it’s seven-thirty, not six, but when you have a project due on Monday and you haven’t even finished the book, you may have to put off your pleasure activities…
482- I should have made this clear earlier… but I blew up my base to keep you from finding just such a thing. That was the “faint rumble” that Sieph, Mink and I felt through the pietanium doors.
486 – Ooh, -sympathy pie-. I don’t think anything much has happened today, anyways.
Everyone–please look at post #483. Read it carefully. The point of this thread is to have fun. If we’re not having fun, then this thread is pointless. If you want to keep arguing, ask the GAPAs for a thread that you can argue on. But please don’t do it here. Don’t ruin it for everyone else.
486- ‘S all right. I have lots of homework too.
We marched through the chanting crowds, Sieph and Mink flanking my spiderchair on either side. They kept their expressions inscrutable, like good henchmen, but I could see the little glances of incredulity flicking out of their faces in unguarded moments. I didn’t blame them- I had been surprised too, when I found this colony.
My forces followed me in a rising hot-pink tide as I led the way down a wide, low-ceilinged tunnel and into a vast cavern.
The air within was humid, moisture dripping from every stalactite, and the space was illuminated by trillions of tiny, luminescent protozoa that filled the inland lake below. A pier of dark driftwood jutted out into the water like a gnarled claw. Nine vessels were moored there: the Thompson, the Russian, the sister ships White and Black Monukka, the sloop Vitis, the Labrusca, the dreadnought Rotundifolia, the Amurensis, and the formidable frigate Vinifera. All were somewhat stiff and barnacle-coated from disuse, but agile caulking teams scuttled over them even as we stood on the shore, making them seaworthy once again.
“Tholiatomine Drive-equipped,” I explained. “The Zommer Vaycayshun was the first of that kind that actually went into use- the Answer was mainly experimental. They’re both decommissioned now, of course, but the process is common knowledge. They can sail through sea, sky or space with equal ease. These particular ones are not spaceworthy- they have no independent atmospheric fields. But they’ll serve very well for my purpose.”
489- Agreed!
I only have two problems, both of which can be remedied.
1. Ag, you said you couldn’t slow down your posts. Here’s a tip. If you do something that affects other characters or NPCs, end your post and wait for others to respond before continuing.
2. Can we stop arguing now?
yes, I agree. 481, 483- I understand how long that took to post, and I hope others will appreciate like me. In fact now, look. You’ve really made an impact on others. Congratulations. I don’t have any points to give so I shall make the gim point(gimp) there is only one and it should be passed around a lot. Give it to somebody when you respect what they’re doing, so there. *gives C++ gimp* Then again, I do expect it to be passed around at least a bit. If whoever has it is going to not be on for a while, or is leaving MB, pass it to somebody who you think deserves that respect for a while. I just want to keep it in vision, so that people understand that there are some people who are nice around here…
in other news. thats 491 posts, as far as I know while I post this, perhaps time for a new thread? it takes about five times hitting end on my computer to get to the actual end of this thread…
481- Why does 463 bug you? And look, you say that l control my character. lf l had an evil character, l’d want him to lose theatrically, but l want a good one. And it’s my descision.
Anuddah thing:
l admit that l was bad at first, when l was still getting the hang of it after everyone else was fine, but l think there’s a prejudice against me. l’m saying things that make perfect sense, but my past is screwing me up.
(493) Right now I don’t know if anyone is available who can take the time, but we’ll get a new thread up soon.
okay, thanks.
Oooh, ship descriptions!
Brietta’s ships were docked at the harbor.
“This is my headship, the Alvaroon. She leads everyone. The others are in four divisions, Caster ships, Archer ships, Army and vehicle Carrier Ships, and aircraft carrier ships. All are armed heavily with weaponry, and are all seaworthy, airworthy, spaceworthy, and the army ones are even groundworthy, though just barely.
Maybe we can start the new thread off on a good note? No arguing?
497-didn’t we agree on just 2 characters…?
497- Uh oh. My little fleet might not stand a chance. Hopefully you’re going to be occupied with the Butterscotch-Caramel war and the Strawberry-Pomegranate-Orange conflict. And my ships are packed to the gills with savage HPBs, so that might even the odds a little.
I think, though, that I’m going to have to fight a guerilla war…
Cut off, sorry.
“IBCF’s army will be in the carrier ships, since its smaller and we need to have room for Avinash’s vehicles.”
“Cool!”
499- l’m talking to her.
501- Yes! Finally, some action!
As promised, a new thread is now open for business pie-ing.