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The Double Duece!
Strong Bad
Joined: 10 Nov 2007
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 Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 9:59 pm
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| Quote: | | I'll try to update this once a week, but it'll depend how active I am. Here we go... |
| Quote: | Prologue: Brentron's Back.
Darkness fell over the Digibutter as the citizens of the pixelated grasslands moved back and forth between areas, discussing things with each other, playing games, role-playing, being random, and just having fun.. Nobody went near the lights and games of the Star Carnival though, that location stunk, apparently. Now, I know what you're thinking, Digibutter must be an awesome place, right? Wrong. At least, not to the citizens of Digibutter Prison.
Digibutter Prison was a large haunting building, more of a fortress then a prison and more of an asylum then a fortress. It was built in a sloped gulf stuck between two pixelated hills. Rumor had it that if you were to go north from this location, you would come across a Secret Palace for the filthy rich, filled with miles and miles of coins, but that's another story. It was at least six stories high with many hidden catacomb wards beneath the ground floor, it was safe to say that it was indeed a place of secrets and madness. The nights there were enough to send a normal member of Digibutter into one of the beds in a fit of madness. Not was there one minute in the institute where it was quiet, every day, members were carted in for breaking the law. Some temporary, some permanent, while you were staying, though, you were in solitary confinement. Others were dragged away to a fate of being killed by a benhammer, kicking and screaming. Others screamed and spammed, not caring about their fates, we haven't seen Yoshiface12 since he did that. Death was not a rare sight in the prison, with the jailed users taking their own or other lives.
At least, that's what Strong Bad, one of the currently jailed members thought. But, he watched too much movies. He was an overall good member, but was having a bad streak lately. He wore black pants and boxing gloves, he usually wouldn't wear a shirt, but he had to wear a black and white striped shirt, and a ball and chain on his right leg. His face looked like a wrestling mask, though it wasn't. He sighed as he typed on his Lappy, which the mods allowed him to keep. He was checking his email, when a very peculiar email came up, he opened it, expecting bad grammer and capitalization. Strong Bad would've raised an eyebrow when he opened the email, he didn't have one, though. He mumbled the contents to himself, and gasped at what was typed in the email.
Dear Strong Bad,
What happens when a psycho puts a hundred barrels of gasoline in a jail basement?
Well, you're about to find out.
Sincerely, Brentron.
Strong Bad looked around, looking for a way to escape, he could hear a ticking noise, it must have been his imagination, but the next second would deny that thought.
For the whole place began to burst into flames, Strong Bad looked around, before he began coughing and coughing as he fell unconcious. Just before he fell asleep, he could see a dark figure standing before him, what looked like a Goomba, but half-cyborg with what looked like a machine gun attached to hit body...
Chapter One: The Announcement
Back to Digi, for the moment, anyway. The site was in havoc, the announcements forum was crowded with members, screaming and rioting. A giant TV screen was showing a green, nerdy, lizard. He wore glasses and a yellow shirt with many different designs on it. He was Francis, the creator and ruler of Digibutter.nerr.biz.
Black Yoshi, a shades-wearing pyro, poked his head out of one of RPOT's many plots. "Well, this is new..." He muttered, stepping out and into the announcements forum.
"Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Please, for the love of Meow Mod, settle down!" Francis cried out, the room went silent. "As you all are aware, all of the Jail was raided recently, and the prisoners have escaped." Suddenly, a man in a blue cap, blue shirt and red overalls spoke up. He was Ultimario, one of the wealthiest members in all of the land.
"Yeah, yeah. It's a modplot, admin and Brentron have gone missing, blah, blah, blah..." He muttered, impersonationg Francis, very badly, I might add. "You want us to get the benhammer and stuff so we can ben them once and for all. Blah, blah, blah. Everyone complains and the site si-" Suddenly, Ultimario fell to the ground, unconcious. A man with blond hair in a red beret stood behind him, holding a rifle that apparently had been used to knock Ultimario out. He was Ocelot, but you're just gonna call him Major Ocelot, 'cause he's kickass like that.
Francis facepalmed. "Anyway." He muttered, cursing under his breath. "Unless we do something, the site will sink forever! I can already feel the effects right now." He said, glaring at the bandwiths, little Pikmin-like creatures who kept the site up and running. "It could happen at anyt-" Francis was cut off, his face started changing on the screen, swirling in circles in a Giygas-like effect, the screen went dark and the whole site went dark. The members began screaming, but the sound of a gunshot silenced them all. Suddenly, the screen turned back on, but the sky didn't. The moon had turned a deep-dark red color, all of the members gawked at the sight, until a maniacal laugh began to cut them off.
They looked back up towards the screen, and gasped. They saw a goomba, much like one of the members there, however, this one was different. Half of his face was cyborg, with glowing red eyes that would pierce into your soul. He had a retractable arm on his side, that was attached to a sharpened claw. He cackled, he was Brentron, one of the most notorius threats in Nerr History. "Hello....Nerrs." He laughed, as the members began to panic.
Tyler, one of the weirdest members in Digi-history, looked up at Brentron. He was busy playing LittleBigPlanet and wasn't listening to Francis earlier. "Wait." Tyler muttered. "What?" Suddenly, the screen he was playing LBP crashed, turning over into a game-over logo. He glared at Brentron.
"*crag*! You killed Sackboy!" |
Last edited by Strong Bad on Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:38 pm; edited 4 times in total |
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~A color is just a color~
Frozenwinters
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Oooh. I like it. :D |
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The Double Duece!
Strong Bad
Joined: 10 Nov 2007
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| Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 7:57 am
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| Frozenwinters wrote: | Oooh. I like it.  |
Why thank you.  |
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Oh fuck.
Flar3 Luigi
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Joined: 18 Oct 2007
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| Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 12:16 pm
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Wow, that's pretty good so far! |
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The Double Duece!
Strong Bad
Joined: 10 Nov 2007
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HP: 99 MP: 4 Lives: 1
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| Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 12:00 pm
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| Flar3 Luigi wrote: | | Wow, that's pretty good so far! |
Why thank you....again. |
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~A color is just a color~
Frozenwinters
Joined: 30 Aug 2007
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| Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 12:13 pm
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WRITE MAOR. >:C |
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The Double Duece!
Strong Bad
Joined: 10 Nov 2007
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| Posted: Sun Dec 07, 2008 12:15 pm
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AH CAN'T.
I'M ON MY DAD'S COMPUTER.
IN PENNSILVANIA.
ROUGHLY TWO HOURS FROM MY ROUGH DRAFT FOR THE SECOND CHAPTER |
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The Double Duece!
Strong Bad
Joined: 10 Nov 2007
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| Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:13 pm
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| Quote: | Chapter One: The Announcement
Back to Digi, for the moment, anyway. The site was in havoc, the announcements forum was crowded with members, screaming and rioting. A giant TV screen was showing a green, nerdy, lizard. He wore glasses and a yellow shirt with many different designs on it. He was Francis, the creator and ruler of Digibutter.nerr.biz.
Black Yoshi, a shades-wearing pyro, poked his head out of one of RPOT's many plots. "Well, this is new..." He muttered, stepping out and into the announcements forum.
"Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Please, for the love of Meow Mod, settle down!" Francis cried out, the room went silent. "As you all are aware, all of the Jail was raided recently, and the prisoners have escaped." Suddenly, a man in a blue cap, blue shirt and red overalls spoke up. He was Ultimario, one of the wealthiest members in all of the land.
"Yeah, yeah. It's a modplot, admin and Brentron have gone missing, blah, blah, blah..." He muttered, impersonationg Francis, very badly, I might add. "You want us to get the benhammer and stuff so we can ben them once and for all. Blah, blah, blah. Everyone complains and the site si-" Suddenly, Ultimario fell to the ground, unconcious. A man with blond hair in a red beret stood behind him, holding a rifle that apparently had been used to knock Ultimario out. He was Ocelot, but you're just gonna call him Major Ocelot, 'cause he's kickass like that.
Francis facepalmed. "Anyway." He muttered, cursing under his breath. "Unless we do something, the site will sink forever! I can already feel the effects right now." He said, glaring at the bandwiths, little Pikmin-like creatures who kept the site up and running. "It could happen at anyt-" Francis was cut off, his face started changing on the screen, swirling in circles in a Giygas-like effect, the screen went dark and the whole site went dark. The members began screaming, but the sound of a gunshot silenced them all. Suddenly, the screen turned back on, but the sky didn't. The moon had turned a deep-dark red color, all of the members gawked at the sight, until a maniacal laugh began to cut them off.
They looked back up towards the screen, and gasped. They saw a goomba, much like one of the members there, however, this one was different. Half of his face was cyborg, with glowing red eyes that would pierce into your soul. He had a retractable arm on his side, that was attached to a sharpened claw. He cackled, he was Brentron, one of the most notorius threats in Nerr History. "Hello....Nerrs." He laughed, as the members began to panic.
Tyler, one of the weirdest members in Digi-history, looked up at Brentron. He was busy playing LittleBigPlanet and wasn't listening to Francis earlier. "Wait." Tyler muttered. "What?" Suddenly, the screen he was playing LBP crashed, turning over into a game-over logo. He glared at Brentron.
"*crag*! You killed Sackboy!" |
Last edited by Strong Bad on Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:36 pm; edited 1 time in total |
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High Priestess Paula
Count_Bleck
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| Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:26 pm
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Wow, that's pretty epic.[url][/url] |
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The Double Duece!
Strong Bad
Joined: 10 Nov 2007
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| Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 7:38 pm
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Thanks, Paula. |
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Ohh, THAT makes sense!
Tyler
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Joined: 18 Apr 2007
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| Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:00 pm
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D:
Sackboys die all the time, but turning off someone's PS3 without asking? Pure evil. |
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The Double Duece!
Strong Bad
Joined: 10 Nov 2007
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| Tyler wrote: | D:
Sackboys die all the time, but turning off someone's PS3 without asking? Pure evil. |
I KNOW RIGHT. D: |
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Ocelot
Twytch
Joined: 12 Oct 2007
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| Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 10:25 pm
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... I love you. |
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The Double Duece!
Strong Bad
Joined: 10 Nov 2007
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| Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 2:54 pm
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| Santa Snake wrote: | | ... I love you. |
Well you ARE that kickass. |
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See?
Popple
Joined: 30 Apr 2007
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| Posted: Thu Dec 11, 2008 4:32 pm
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NEEDS WORK
BUT STILL GOOD
DONT FEEL LIKE WRITING A BETTER REVIEW RIGHT NOW
MIGHT LATER |
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