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Sterling

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This will be my central story topic, this will be linked from siggy. <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/wink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=";)" border="0" alt="wink.gif" />

Tempmas Entry:
It was a dark and snowy night one week away from Christmas day. I was busy on my computer browsing GBATemp, and periodically minimizing to my Runescape forum threads. I had taken the liberty of installing my own mini fireplace, but it isn't what you would call a "fireplace". I had hooked my computer to my LCD flat screen via the monitor out port, I then followed suit to hook the computer up to a second monitor. I had wrote a program from scratch. Programming came easily to me, and I don't know why, but I could think it in my brain, and I would black out. When I would wake, I would still be sitting at my computer, in fact the only thing to change was the text on my screen. I had always assumed that I had typed it by hand, but I sensed there was something deeper. The program was relatively simple, well simple to my standards. In the scene is a room, with a Christmas tree with random light patterns, in the center is a fireplace an mantle combination, the fire place had realistic flames that were as comforting as real flames (just not that good for keeping warm). This was all visible on the LCD flat screen. The mantle had stockings for the people you put input. Mine had three, one for me, and two for the people I lived with. These people had found me unconscious with a deathly pallor practically on their doorstep, on a night not unlike tonight. They took me in out a goodness in their hearts, not knowing who I was, what I did, and why I was out like a light on their door step. Well, they did ask, but it was apparent that I had amnesia, and that they would not get anything out of me until I remembered. My program I had wrote was distributed as a freeware, they would send an email to my domain with what they wanted for Christmas within a limit per person (after all Santa has a budget too), and an A.I. would decipher the words, and store what they wanted in a database. When Christmas rolled around at 12 o' clock midnight, the virtual timer embedded in the program would trigger a virtual Santa to drop from the chimney, extinguish the flames, drop the wanted presents under, and around the tree, then leave just as quietly as he came. When you awoke in the morning, you could click on your presents, and open them. It was novel, but it made me feel better for some reason to give back to society, I couldn't quite place why this was, but it was a nagging feeling at the back of my mind. I stood up and walked halfway through my room, and suddenly I heard an alarm in my head, and a splitting headache ensued. It felt like a nail was slowly, but surely being driven through my eyeball. I shut my eyes, and blacked out yet again.

I opened my eyes, and found myself floating in a sea of ones and zeros. It felt wet like water, so I did a test to see if I could swim, and found out quickly that I could move noiselessly unlike what would sound out in water. I took a quick survey of my surroundings, and there was nothing, oh sweet nothing. I took in my hand a medley of ones and zeros. I closed my eyes and thought about snow. Suddenly I felt a different wetness in my hands, a cold wetness. Then several more! My eyes fluttered open in an instant, an behold! True to my sense of touch there was snow falling from a grey cloudy sky! With a great revelation, I realized that I could do anything here! This was my domain, and I could bend it to my will! The first thing I did was think long and hard on what should be created. As I thought, and thought, and thought some more, I imagined a Game Boy Advance. Then that evolved into an idea so great, and expansive, that it took seven virtual days, and seven virtual nights (which were about one hour apeice). When at last I opened my eyes, there was a thriving metropolis that stood in front of me. It was all dressed for Christmas, but instead of Christmas the large center piece that could be seen fromm anywhere in the city said in big red lettering: "Tempmas 2009"! I read this and realized that I had virtualized GBATemp to 3D! These were the actual users, running to and from boards, topics, and posting. I had also realized that somehow, the place of ones and zeros I had virualized this city to, is some sort of huge computer! Somehow, this place had connected to the internet and is taking commands from GBATemp to form the city running in real time! Then I realized the members had taken form of their actual avatars... Oh my gosh! The as a guest walked by, I saw his avatar placeholder had a picture of something very obscene. I wasn't sure if that was Costello's sense of humor showing, or there was something wrong here. As I turned to watch the guest walk by I saw Guild McCommunist walking nearby. I ran over and hailed him by his name, "Hey! Guild McCommunist!" About 10 seconds later he paused, and walked back to me. I thought to myself, "Hey I must have P.M.'d him."

A text bubble appeared over his head with my words in a quote bubble, and some new words, "Hey Sterl500, what do you need?"

I though to myself, "I am Sterl500?" Then I looked above my head, and my Username was definately "Sterl500". I replied, "Well, Have you noticed that the guests avatar pictures are visible now?"

A few seconds later he replied, "How can I see their avatars when there isn't even a way to veiw them?"

I thought for a second and said, "Try clicking on the number of guests viewing the board you are on."

This time it took a complete minute for him to reply, "Holy shit! That is gross! Let me contact Costello, and see if this is just his wierd sense of humor, or something else entirly!"

After that he walked away. I decided to go explore some topics. After invading the Legend of Zelda Spirit Tracks AP Crack topic, and created a random topic in the End of Forum, I began to get some feelings about being watched. I then figured, "Someone is viewing my profile." That wasn't it though. It was a more sinister feeling, laced with hatred, and madness. Suddenly that feeling manifested itself in front of me as a dark figure. Which before it had totally formed sped away like mad! I gave chase, and the figure gave no heed to any of the users, and everytime it hit someone, a big text bubble formed above the user, and a big lettered word popped into it: "BANNED." The decorations flew every which way, and I passed Costello with a priceless look on his face. As I got deeper into the chase the figure formed into a Humanoid furry creature, and continued to speed through GBATemp at breakneck speed. There was a group of people standing in a circle spouting vague innuendo at each other. I thought, "Must be that topic in the End of Forum", but I yelled, "look out!" And waved my hand. Suddenly they all flew through the air! They departed in a manner of chaos, to a different board in GBATemp. I decided to kick it up a notch, and capture this beast. So I created a rope, and a metal Santa Hat GBATemp Mascot. I attached these together to make a grapple. I threw the grapple into wide slow circles, then I lobbed it. I grinned in satisfaction, as the moster is brought to its' knees, tied from head to toe! Instead of killing it, I sent it to the GameFAQs board of losers, as they were in need of a serious troll. I looked at all the destruction behind me, decorations hanging by a thread, banned user lying still on the ground, and a completly befuddled Costello standing there with a crazed look on his face. Then, it all changed! The users got up, and helped reset the decorations! Then Costello's look changed from "what the fuck?!" to "for the win"! I felt that I had done some good here, and I had got my fill of GBATemp in 3D. I had no idea on how to get to the place I called home though. Then something hit me, a rouge P.M. that said psst. hey you in the 3D have you written a letter to santa about what you want this year? Having completed its' mission it flew off. I didn't really believe in Santa, but I believed in Temp Santa! I decided I would write an epic letter to Santemp, I got started right way, and when I was finished it looked like this:

Dear Santemp,

I have been a good boy this year, I have done many un-useful things for society that may seem useless, but are very thoughtful. The Virtual Santa program I wrote achieved a million hits, and just as many downloads. It's free, so people who cannot afford, or don't want a tree, but have a computer and internet, can emulate a Santa Claus visit, and then bring out the presents! I have done a very useful thing for society recently, and it was saving your website's honor, dignity, and your Tempmas. What I want for christmas is a promise that GBATemp will run forever, or just during the course of the internet. This way it may be enjoyed by all: gamers, hackers, lurkers, moderators, dogs, cats, etc. Please make my wish come true.



GBAtemp's Hero,
Silva Herado

I reviewed my work in satisfaction, it was simple but it got my point across. With a sad look I sent my letter off, with a hope that Santemp would find it. I sat down exhausted. Having thwarted the evil of the decade, I knew my work was done here. I closed my eyes with a longing to go home and sleep in my bed. The 3D GBATemp's sounds and faces faded to black, Then I woke to the sight and sound of Virtual Santa go up the chimney with a puff of smoke, and a "Ho Ho Ho!" I smiled and layed back down with the thought, "I am home."

Well this is slightly different from my entry, and I fixed the three mistakes that I found in the text.

The Unreal Fantasy:
Here is a bit of poetry for my story:

The day ends, and my dream begins
Why must life be so dull
The trend, it never ends
A rose in life
will die in strife

The game world alluring
keeps my dream alive for touring
The rose ingame
will turn from thorn and petal
to a beautiful young woman

So elegant and meaningful
an everpresent war keeps you on your toes
there are highs and lows
Fight and fight for country and glory
Run, and meet the ground so stony

There, what do you think? <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/wink.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=";)" border="0" alt="wink.gif" />

Here is the story:
Have you ever had that feeling after a dream that was so vivid, so real, that nothing else mattered anymore? Well
that is my life. I was just another player, but one that liked what he saw and wished to go to a world of fantasy,
a world of medieval battles, magic, and epic tales. I got what I wished for, and now... I'll never turn back!
When I woke from just another video game fetish, I found myself lying prone on the ground, by a golden grey road,
inside a massive castle city. I was dressed in a simple monkish habit, the kind that are soft, and very
comfortable. I got up and walked down the path, unsure of my name, and place of origin. Suddenly a cultured voice
called me, "Sterling, Sterling, the King wants a conference with you!"

For some reason the announcement made me very happy, though turbid I called back, "Ok, I'll see what Alldenburg
wants!"

The name wasn't familiar to me, but I knew it anyway.My conference was to start soon, so I walked to the town
center. The walk was short, but I felt conflicting feelings of unsureness and excitement.
As I drew near to the Throne room, I grew more excited. My heart was beating very fast, like I had anticipated
something very much. When I was admitted by one of the guards, I walked in, stood in front of the king and kneeled.
I asked humbly, “What does my king need of me?”

Alldenburg replied, “As you know we are being assailed by demonic fiends from the north, and we need everyone we
can get to defend Reslen from these abominations. I would like you to train in the art of the knight.”

Well I really didn't know, and was about to say so, but something compelled me to say, “I have no hesitation my
lord, I will train, and if need arises die for you!”

Alldenburg gave a sigh of relief, "Good to hear it! After you were born, we knew that you were special!"

"Special sir?"

"Yes, special, but let us not speak anymore of the matter. Your training will begin with a aptitude test. Report to
Warmaster Syre for weapon preference. Dismissed!"

Outside the throneroom Atemis the King's daughter awaited me with a smile. She said, "I couldn't help overhear the
echos. It seems to me that you'd be a proficient paladin. You are kind to women, and everyone else around you. You
also have that "Holy Aura" those monks at the abbey have."

I furrowed my brow, and replied, "I would actually like to be a hunter, with a bow, arrows, and knives like you,
but I feel like you are right."

I turned and waved back jauntily. I headed over to the armory, When I got there I was confronted by a hulk of a
man, he was a full six inches taller than me, legs like tree trunks, and a hard kind face. "Ok listen up, what we
are going to do is hand you different weapons, and when you find one that is comfortable in your hands, you'll face
me with it."

I nodded Dumbly. First he passed me a really demonic rod, and I gagged. He then handed me a holy rod, it made me

feel holy, but it wasn't comfortable in my hands. Next he handed me a dual bladed axe, I hefted it and said, "This
is it, but can I also try that hand and a half warhammer over there?"

"Sure." , he replied as he handed it to me.

When I had it in my hands I gave an audible, “Oof!” then with all my strength I handed it back to him and said with
as much dignity as possible, “That’s not for me.”

Then he handed the axe back to me, then brandished his forge iron and exclaimed, ”En gaurde!”
Something clicked in my head, and with extreme alacrity I hefted my axe into the air, and boldly lunged at his
ready weapon. As they clanged together, I saw the supprised look on his face as he parried each blow expertly. He
saw an opening in my step, and took a horizantal swing. I quickly moved my axe haft into his line of attack, and
launched a counter attack, but instead of a blow ment to kill, I caught his forge iron in the niche below my axe,
and twisted with all my might. As I got the satisfaction of watching his weapon fly twinkling in the firelight to a
corner of the room. After his breath calmed from a ragged rasp he cried, "I haven't been bested in a spar, since
the Princess pinned my hand to the wall with a thrown knife, and beat me silly with my own forge iron!"

"So I pass?", I asked hopfully.

“Pass what? This was just a weapon preference exercise. It seems you are familiar with the blades of an axe. Now
you are to report to the profession master and see about training as a warrior!”

I had already bolted out to door, so I called back, “Yes sir!”
I ran a short way, wondering how I was able to defeat him so easily. I felt like I had become one with my axe, so I
delved deep in my mind to find the answer. I struggled in the mist of my mind, trying to clear the way for a
memory, and then. Bam! It seems I was running with my eyes closed, and I thought a tree had snuck up on me. That
was all I needed. The impact had knocked a memory into being. I was not even sure that what I saw was real, but the
vividness had me shaken.

I saw two people, a guy and a girl. They were in a field. Both of them had medieval chain mail and helmets on. The
guy had a double bladed axe in his hand, not unlike the one I had just used. It looked brand new and didn’t even
have an edge to it. The girl had a medieval mace, and it didn’t have any spikes. I heard her say, “spar 2066 we are
still evenly matched Sterling, video games aren’t even this fun!”

He called back, “Yea, but this time I’ll turn the tide with another win!”

“Not if I can help it!” She exclaimed.

The memory went misty as I felt someone shaking me, and calling “Sterling, Sterling! Wake up, Wake up!”
I woke with quite a big headache. Then I saw Artemis, a rising sun caused her golden locks to glow, and as I
looked, I felt as if she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen! I told her, “I just had the weirdest dream.”
“Shhh, We have been looking for you for over a day! Has this where you have been?”

“Yea, actually it’s kind of embarrassing to say, but I ran into this tree...”

“What are you talking about, there are no trees near here.”

“What the hell!?” I said, “I could have sworn I ran into a tree!”

She looked as though she was going to say something, then she sniffed the air, and ran her hands through her
straight golden locks. Finally she said, “I am no expert, but from experience I think you ran into a wall of imperal
energy. According to our monks, it is a energy that reveals a memory deep in the recesses of our minds. Out of
curiosity, what did you see?”

“Well I saw two people about to fight, they called it a spar, and apparently its number 2066. The girl called the
guy by my name.”

She drew a sharp intake of breath, and said, “I have also seen that same vision, but the guy called me by my
name... Quick what did she look like?”

“Exactly like you, and I assume the guy looked like me?”

“Yes”

“Then I guess the vision is from our memories, though I don’t know where or what time. I think only time will tell
what these memories hold for us!”

“Oh I almost forgot, The Professionist wants you to hurry up!”

“Ok, I’ll go now, but let’s keep our visions to ourselves.”

“That’s probably for the best.

The Quickening Heart:
I woke up, I vaguely remember what I did last night, and what I remembered left a sobering thought: 'why was I letting him experiment on me?' I remember replying to that faithless AD, it's contents described perfectly my life's attributes, though the list is short it was alluring to my curiosity. I mean come on how can an AD in a newspaper describe me so effectively? Out of curiosity I visited the address listed in the AD. The office of the good doctor K. Goodright, a cyberneticist, and an inventor.

His promises were good and had structure to them. He said that after he was finished with me I would no longer be a nobody, a below average person with no particular skills but one: the ability to react fourteen times faster than an average human. He ran some tests on me, none of which hurt I might add. Finally he said, "You are the perfect subject for this experiment." He then went on to explain that he was going to have to replace my bones with a Stainless Titadmintium hybrid metal that was apparently the most corosion resistant, and strongest substance known to man, even stronger than diamonds, and lighter than aluminum. This is a relativly new substance, but in every application it has acceled greatly!

The operation went smoothly, and I felt almost no pain while my wounds were healing. Little did I know that he had put a computer in my brain that when operational would control almost every aspect of my life. Almost a year had passed since my operation and for some reason I could lift a truck like it was nothing (a semi mind you) I attributed it to my bones being the strongest substance in the world, so I gave it no more thought. A few days after my discovery the good doctor called me into the operating room, he strapped me into a chair and put something over my head, not unlike those outdated salon hair driers. The doctor called out to me and said this is gonna hurt ALOT because no pain medication will stop the pain for this operation. I thought to my self "oh shit..." I heard a voice that said "psy beam connected" and I knew nothing more.

When I woke, I found out that I had been in a coma for a week. Apparently the doctor had planned for that. He had been busy, and had not only programmed the computer in my head, but had installed an Altair inspired foot long concealed hand blade which at the mearest thought it would extend and retract, then I discovered that I could create and harden a unknown mental field, he had also installed Rocket Propelled Boots, and the last thing I discovered was something that shot a beam similar to a pencil laser pointer, but shot an amazingly powerful beam that burned through the wall ahead of me.

Three days after I woke, the doctor waltzed in like he owned me and said, "Your training begins today." all the while pulling slowly a palm computer out of his pocket. I knew I had to get that away from him, so I rushed him. He tapped onscreen, and I stopped dead in running motion. I looked at him with an expression that could have killed, and would have if he hadn't had control of my right eye (that had the laser). He told me that all the technology that was inside of me was way to advanced for the year 2009, but he said his dreams were so creative that he could do almost everything imaginable. He said, "Your training will begin... now!" I suddenly spoke, "You have spoken repediatly about training, what the crap are you talking about?"

He replied, "I am going to send you to take out the Japanese Nintendo homebase. This is but a test to see how powerful you are at infiltration and assasination, of course they will stand no chance, as they are only office workers!"

I thought to myself, "oh nuts not Nintendo, though I am mad about shovelware shit they didn't do anything to deserve being horribly massacred." I had no choice though, and I was automatically moving towards the door, grabbing plane tickets from the printer on the way out.

I was on the plane thinking deep thoughts, trying to find a way out, but it was a bleak outlook. I started to doze off then my arms and legs started to sigh into action. they walked me to the airplane's restroom. I thought to myself, "What the fuck is up?!" then it hit me (it was a pun that I would laugh at later) I was up, but I was about to be grounded, and it wasn't a pleasant thought! as soon as my arms locked the door, and before I knew it I had blasted a manhole sized hole in the bottom of the fuselage with my right eye. As I jumped I heard screaming, and the familiar sound of O2 masks dropping from above. I suddenly had an unwanted memory surface, one that I had not known I had until then. I remembered a memory of flying in an airplane like this 747. In the memory in either seat beside me were secret service agents, on their lapels though they wore a strange pin that made me think of the back of a one dollar bill, only the unfinished pyramid was upside down. I was in a straight jacket, and I heard the agents talking about the airplane.

"This is a jet for convicts, why are we only carrying this small child?", Lagent said.

"Conair is the only thing secret enough to fly this dangerous cargo." Ragent replied.

Those words said they lapsed into silence, and I came back to reality as I plunged through a chilly cloud at terminal velocity. I saw the dropzone and automatically reached for the ripcord. I heard the rustle of the parafoil and my uncontrollable arms guided me there. The dropzone was directly on top of the building, and on landing the parachute vaporized into dust. I heard The doctor in my head, "Your mission will begin in five minutes, I am sending the floor plan to the HUD in your right eye. When it popped up, I gave an audible gasp. The doctor said, "Impressive isn't it? You are the first to have a holo projector pupil, now get Ready!"

My legs moved autonomously towards the rooftop door, then the doc said, "Your target has been changed to the Ubisoft studios for crimes of publishing Shovelware Shit. Wait there for futher orders."
"Not like I have any choice do I"

"No, as a matter of fact you don't!", He said after laughing maniacally for several seconds

"You sicken me."

Finally a plane came by and a grapple flew from the backup 'chute compartment on my backpack. the irresistable force caused me to be shot from the ground and into midair. I lapsed into a trance as I was pulled into the cargo bay, and while in that trance I found myself able to browse the filestructure of my brain. There in all its infamy was a file titled "total lock on everything but speech code" I could to my amazment, modify it. I deleted the whole damn thing, and to my relief I could move again! With my new found freedom I browsed the internet at 30,000 feet and I posted a topic on GBAtemp, which got modded immediatly, and the reason: Browsing at 30k feet is not news. I finally decided to do something constructive and hack the Doc's mainframe and delete his research and control busses. After that was done I called the Doc and said, "I am no longer a nobody."
He tried to call back, but I blocked his number, so he left a message. I didn't even take the time to use my laser, I just went through roof with my rocket boots. As I flew his message was, I know your history, and there will be no country for freaks!

...

Its been two years since I escaped the Doctor and the life I knew was utterly transformed from an average teenager (though I'll admit "emo"),
to a machine of war, and a way of making nefarious ends meet. I have blocked the doctor completely out of my computer system, and have instated
a completely new wireless security protection that I built from the ground up. The intellect came from a new feature
in my system (well a flaw) that the doctor had not intended. I could send crawler programs onto the internet and when
the information gets back, the information is stored in a database in my brain, and then the flaw in the system would stimulate
my brain to take the information and project it into my brain, then my brain would make connections that even a trained
scientist would not even dream of. The computer also stimulates my brain to use 110% of brain capacity, due to extended
memory in my computer. This causes Development in the parts of my brain that deals with logic and learning (and more most likely).

I have been living in a cave somewhere in the world. I am not going to reveal what loacation for fear that there is some part of
my hardware that I have not bent to my will, and is still loyal to the doctor. In my spare time I have been most notably taking IQ tests,
and apparently I am at least twice as smart as the world's most intelligent person. It is causing quite a buzz in the scientific community
as my score grows more every time. There has been speculation as to weather or not this is a new government type AI, and in a
way it is. While I am not amusing myself with astonishing the scientific community, I am playing video games. Yes, you heard it,
I am in a cave somewhere in the world and I am playing video games (mostly online). Today I coded a whole PS3 emulator from scratch
and I have actually given the source code to the world, though weather or not any current personal computer on the face of the earth could run
the damn thing is yet to be determined. On any online game I am the best of any game, I am always the person you can never kill.
I am the person you would never want to run into in a dark allyway without some form of weapon. I switch from game to game, and
now I am on Halo today.

I have been thinking about my life, how it has been filled with tragity, and despair. I never knew my parents, and I have never known
any kin. All I know is that my parents died under suspicious circumstances, and I am debating on weather or not to pursue my past to
discover why my future is filled with bounty hunters, and government officials. I am debating weather or not I should just accept things
the way they are, or to follow my heart and kill anyone that opposes me. This is me signing off.

Then I drift into a fitful sleep of dreams, and promises to myself.

Using a self induced sleep function is always useful, it also allows me to view my radar system,
and monitor local and international radio station. My mind is like an all band radio on steroids.
Music, emergency bands, police bands, and a few underground radios. They can all speak to me
and alert me to emergencies, and since I feel like superman, I have felt like helping people.
Though my debate continues to pull me towards a life of revenge, and a search for the truth, I will try not to be a scourge of humanity!

Something awoke me, and I did not detect anything on my radar, and nothing tripped my motion detecting
alarms. Then I realized there is a flood of information spamming my system. They all said the same thing:
"Contact Raybar." I did not know a Raybar, so I was more than slightly suspicious, and as soon as I terminated the "threat",
I did a few checks on the people who were my worst enemies to see if any of them had any nicknames, past names, or even code names.
They all returned Raybar back as a negative. So I sent out my hacker crawl bots onto the internet. As I waited
for the results from the internet, and the top secret areas that were only known to a few people, I got on Call of
Duty Reflex to see if my clan mates were on (after all why not get into a clan to have fun). Before I could though, I got my results.
There were many people named Raybar, but there was only one place named Raybar: "Raybar funeral services".
It was in an old western town, named Steamboat. I geared up, put on my Digi Camo, and picked up my most trusty
weapons: Two single fire, extended clip Glocks.I was traveling light, and when I took off my heartbeat quickened.
I took no notice of it, and let the autopilot take over as I lapsed into one of my higher thought trances.


I went over several equations for bullet trajectories for a weapon I was developing, when my mind wandered (as a typical
teenager's mind often does). It went from a virtual piece of paper, to a black screen. It looked old, maybe 90's tech. I decided
to try and type something: "Hey is anyone listening?"

I heard a whirring noise, then some type popped onto the screen: "Who are you, and how did you contact us?"

I thought to myself, "What is this a virtual place in my mind?", but the type came out as: "My name is Silva, and
I don't know how I contacted you, but here I am... And you are?"

There was more whirring, and then there was a beep, and more type: "Hmmm, Silva you say? Well then, you
are who we have been looking for."

I had heard this before, and I typed: "I am not interested in anything you have to offer!" I cut the link abruptly, and
wondered how I linked up to a computer somewhere. Then another thought caught a hold of me: "What was I
thinking about?" I had little time to think as the auto pilot dinged: "Destination almost reached!" I came out of my
trance, and the first thing I saw was two fighter jets screaming towards me at Mach 5. I saw a spurt of smoke
trail from the back of one of its missile tubes. I reacted the millisecond I saw the smoke. I typed into the computer:
"Evasive action required, NOW!" Since I created this program I no longer needed to be the sole pilot of my head. Now
that I had given the order to evade, I popped my blade and flew straight at the hawk destroyer, and as it approached,
I dodged it, and neatly dismembered the warhead from the missile. When I turned towards the fighters, they were tucking
tail at Mach 7 back to where ever they took off from. I thought to myself: "I am too tough for them, thats why they are running."
But as I turned to go to Steamboat I knew that there was a more sinister reason.
 

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astrangeone said:
I'm thinking of doing that too. Mine is just half a body horror story mixed with christmas stuff. Interesting, but something I was working on before.

Great minds think alike I guess.
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As long as you've emailed it already it should be fine to post.

If they find a duplicate entry that was received after your initial email, they'll probably see that somebody was copying and will (probably) give them a 10% warning for cheating.
 

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