Internet Wars

[Gumby]

CHAPTER ONE

In the lands of the great kingdom known as Facebook, it was a truly glorious day. The sun was shining, birds were singing, and the residents of the giant social city were going about their daily business. Some were chatting with friends. Some were putting new pictures in their albums. Some were playing games or taking quizzes. Some were simply just hanging around their profile, laying in their hammocks and enjoying the deliciously warm sun. And yet others were travelling the streets and hanging out in their friends profiles. On such member, Jordan Kaden, was helping his friend Matt Hodger set up a new album titled “Me and my Buds!” Jordan grabbed a picture and let it fully materialize before turning his head over his shoulder and yelling to Matt who was sorting through pictures in the other album.

“Hey Matt, where do you want this one?” No answer. Matt must be listening to his damn music again. Sighing, Jordan hopped off the stool he was standing on. He walked over to the open door leading into the “Family” album. Yep, there was old Matt. Huge oversized headphones were clamped over his ears and screaming unrecognizable lyrics into his cranium. Jordan walked over to his friend who was currently looking at a picture of him and his brother, trying to decide whether to move it to “Me and my Buds!” or leave it in “Family.” Jordan tapped on his shoulder. He turned and saw his friend motioning to him. He reached for his iPod and hit pause on dragonforce. He looked up to Jordan’s face and waited for a moment to let the blaring music fade from his senses. The lyrics for ‘Land where the dragons rule’ faded from his brain and left silence. He spoke up.

“What ya want Jordan?” Jordan held up the picture of Matt and Jordan and another guy called Cal hanging out and leaning against a wall.

“This pic man, where’d you want this one?” Matt looked at it, frowning and then squinting. Then recognization dawned in his eyes.

“Ooooh that one. Um, put it above the picture of me and Dan hanging out in that tree ok?” Jordan shrugged.

“Sure man, hey are you almost done? I gotta head over to Farmville and check out my crops.” Matt’s face crunched up as he thought whether he should continue working or if he should just finish up for now and finish it all later. It was a great day out, a shame to waste it all sitting in his profile organizing pictures and albums. Yeah he’s save that for a gloomier day. Today was just too good of a day to miss out on. He gave his answer to Jordan.

“Yeah man, you can leave now. Just hand up that last picture and you can take off. Jordan perked up and grinned.

“Cool man, thanks. See you later then ‘kay?” Matt grinned back.

“Yeah man, see you later. Maybe we can meet in chat or something.”

“Yeah, something like that. Later.” He headed back to the other album and hung up the last picture. He let go and headed over to the teleporter and typed in: Farmville. There was a blue flash and his friends profile vanished. When the blue light disappeared he could see the sign welcoming him to farmville. He quickly immersed himself in the Virtual Reality game and set to the task of caring for his crops.

In the skies high above Facebook, a massive black cloud moved startling speed. It had been spotted on the horizon twenty minutes ago and was assumed to be a storm front. But now it was almost directly over the heart of facebook which was bustling with activity. Jordan had just finished farmville and was now heading to the main chatroom to chat with Matt. It was just a cloud, but it gave him a bad feeling. Like some sort of hideous tape worm gnawing on his guts. He tried to ignore it, but something kept moving his head back up to the cloud. It just didn’t seem right. It wasn’t bad weather and it wasn’t smoke. It wasn’t changing shape or drifting apart, it was staying together in one piece. Jordan frowned, he just couldn’t figure out what the bloody thing was! He turned back towards the chat room and tried to push the dark sense of gloom and unease out of his mind. It was useless; he just couldn’t get the thing out of his mind!

WHAM! There was a loud crashing sound directly behind Jordan. He whipped around for whatever caused the sound, his heart skipped a beat. About ten feet behind him a metal egg about the size of a small car had shot into the ground. He stood back, trying to calm down. He looked closely at it, it didn’t seem to be dangerous just looked like a big metal egg had crashed. He and several other members crept forward, walking quietly as if they were trying not to awaken some fearsome beast. He approached it and looked for something on it. There wasn’t much to see, just some dents and such from the crash. He was about to knock on it, when there was a hissing like compressed air escaping a tire. He drew his hand back just as the side of it popped off. Inside the pod was a person! Jordan was about to run over and offer assistance when it jerked forward, out of the darkness of the pod. As it emerged into the daylight, Jordan could see what it really was. Pale, clammy skin, eyes with no pupils, encrusted dark green scum along the lips. Jordan gasped in horror and leaped backwards as he recognized the nightmare.

A spammer! Everyone else who had gathered around the pod also leapt back in horror and disgust. The spammer looked around, blinking its white eyes in the bright sun. Then, it opened it mouth and unhinged its jaw. Jordan realized in terror what it was about to do.

“It’s gonna blow!” He yelled and turned to run from the coming attack. Too late! The spammer finished opening its mouth, now fully two feet wide, and fired. A thick, relentless stream of dark green slime shot out of the spammer gaping mouth and hit Jordan. Not stopping, the spammer started to move about, still blasting its endless torrent.

The blast hit Jordan square in the back and pushed him forward. He flew through the air and slammed into the wall of the chat room. There was a lance of agonizing pain as a rub cracked and he right arm shattered. He fell t o the ground with and agonized gasp. He craned his head towards the spammer. He could see it, moving around and still blasting its evil spray. The green slime splashed over people, knocking them down. It hit buildings and sidewalks and coated them with the crap, making walking and driving impossible. Electronics got hit and went dead.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! The ground jolted three times, sending blasts of pain into him. He gasped again and turned his head in the direction of the noise. Another three pods were on the ground, and from them spammers began to emerge and start the viscous work of clogging up chat rooms, walls and games. He looked towards the sky, and could see more pods falling down from the black cloud. He groaned in pain, and scowled in anger. He knew that cloud couldn’t be good. He flipped over on his stomach, even as more pods started crashing all around him. He started to drag his broken self over to the chat room, trying to get to shelter. He was still crawling when a pod landed on him and crushed his body into the ground.

Like it? I'm going to post Chapter two soon. I'm gonna add RAF in soon I hope!

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

I like it a lot, Gumby!  RAF in it would be great--when you say Internet, RAF is needed.   

Well done!

[Gumby]

Thank you!
Post Merged: February 04, 2010, 09:56:43 PMCHAPTER TWO

In the center of the headquarters of the great empire known as Microsoft, at the center of command of the great armies of Microsoft, chaos reigned. Intelligence officers yelled at subordinates, subordinates worked frantically on computers, and computers blared out warnings. The Commander of Microsoft or the CM stormed into the room, cigar in his bulldog like jaws and added his own voice to the yelling.

“Where’s the head of intelligence? I want him and I want him now!” A timid looking and somewhat nerdy man in a formal suit with wet spots in his underarms scrambled over to him.

“Sorry sir, it’s crazy in here! We’re still unsure about the details, but as far we can figure out, Facebook has just been attacked. The full details are still coming in but- His sentence was cut off by the CM who grabbed him and dragged him over to his personal office. He opened the door, dragged the head of intelligence and flung him on a couch. He slammed the doo behind him and then glared at the head.

“Ok nerd, cut through the crap and give me the facts. What in the name of hell has happened here?” The head gulped nervously and started talking.

“Well sir, about two hours ago facebook was just attacked. Some sort of ship in a hologram of a cloud parked over the center of facebook and then released drop pods, thousands of them loaded with spammers. Security was getting overwhelmed and transportation dropped to zero due to all the spam crapping up the roads. Communication was trashed also the security was quite uncoordinated. A few minutes after the spammers attacked, a drop ships loaded with viruses landed and launched a full scale attack on the royal castle. Security was overwhelmed in minutes and Viruses breached defenses. The entire royal family is dead, and most of the resistance has been destroyed. Shorty after trolls came in with hackers and started butchering members.” He grimaced here. “I wasn’t pretty sir, a massacre. A couple people managed to escape through emergency teleporters, but most of them are dead sir.” His voice stated cracking here. “Estimates are showing over fifteen million members, dead.” The CM hid his shock and terror under a professional poker face.

“Are we mobilizing?”

“Err, yes sir. The main forces are preparing to launch a strike against this coalition.” The CM scowled.

“Good, are there any plans drawn up yet?”

“Uh, no. We haven’t- He was cut off again by an intelligence officer throwing open the door.

“Sir!” He blurted out. “We have enemy forces inbound! We think it’s part of the same coalition that attacked facebook!” The CM leapt for the door. He ran to a screen and sure enough. A large red mass on the screen was only twenty miles out and moving towards them. The CM muttered.

“Damn.” Then he jumped to action.

“Alright we’ve got hostiles inbound! You know what to do! Get fighters in the air, intercept before they get to close! Prepare the AA batteries and get ready to fire missiles!”

“Sir! Spammer pods inbound!”

“On screen.” A holographic screen appeared in the air, showing a view of the exterior of the base. In the distance a massive black disk was moving toward them with alarming speed. And out of it came thousands of metal pods loaded with spammers. They started shooting toward the military forces and the buildings, everywhere actually. On the ground, turrets opened fire and sent streams of burning energy up at the cloud of pods. White vapor trails showed the paths of missiles and pale explosions showed their end. Pods were burning, but not enough. Not nearly enough. Then they started to land. Thousands of the pods landed and the vile spammers poured out, and immediately started ejecting their viscous matter. It flew everywhere, hitting soldiers, roads, buildings, everything! Microsoft soldiers fought back opening fire with everything they had. But it was to much of the vile crap sliming all over them, spamming up connections and destroying communication. The Microsoft forces quickly fell into a disorganized rabble, shooting wildly.

Then the viruses came.

Dropships teemed down, and released hordes of deadly viruses. Murderous Trojan horse units moved in small 12 man squads, killing everything in range. Soldiers blinded by spam were cut to shreds and burned down by the virus’s deadly weapons. The viscous, lizard-like creatures swarmed over soldiers and defenses. Auto-cannons fired uselessly into the ravenous masses, burning many to crisp but not enough to change the situation. Soldiers fell back, screaming as the bolts of burning energy from virus gunships blasted them to a molten slag with the concrete roads.

The CM was screaming orders through twelve different communicators, trying to reorganize and fight back.

He was still yelling when the mothership fired an incredibly powerful energy weapon at the Command and control base, destroying it and all inside. The CM vaporized in the blast of heat. The Microsoft soldiers, seeing the loss of their command base, started a mass retreat. Running away screaming, they were shot down by snipers, fighters and the motherships cannons. Vehicles, clogged up by spam refused to budge and were abandoned in the panic.

In the sky’s the remainders of the fighters stationed here were circling, trying to get high and away from the packs of coalition fighters. One pilot looked down at the Microsoft command base. All that was left were burning buildings and ravenous hoards of viruses and spammers, now being joined by trolls and hackers to kill the survivors. He took in one last look, then hit the afterburners and shot away from the disaster sight. He muttered to himself.

“Ah man, we’re screwed.”

And he almost was right.

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

Still awesomesauce!  Though sad. 

One question, who's "He?"  Who said "Ah man, we're screwed."  Or was that purposely unanswered?

[Gumby]

He's just some random guy. not important, and yes purposely un-answered.

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

Alright, good with me. 

Cannot wait for RAF's debut!   

[Gumby]

I hope to maybe post it tonight!

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

Sweet!  You're a fast writer!

That's good!   

[Gumby]

I'm writing right now actually.
Post Merged: February 06, 2010, 12:18:43 AMCHAPTER THREE

It was another beautiful, sunny day in the fabulous community of Richards Animorph Forum, or as known by its users, RAF. The warm sun was shining in the beautiful blue afternoon sky and there were no clouds in sight. The weather was deliciously warm, but no overly hot or humid. This fantastic weather was normal for RAF, and even though the members experienced it every day, they still stopped to savor it and bask in the sunlight.

None of this occurred however, to the member known as animophzfan57363. Animorphzfan was running through the alley behind the RAF Social board and for good reason. What for being wanted for multiple spamming, trolling and member cruelty, he was being chased by one of the moderators. He ran down the alley and leapt over a trashcan. All he had to do was get to the Introductions & Departures board and he could escape. He leapt a fence and started the final run for the board, when a shadow fell over him. A shadow which gave off scorching heat at the same time. He looked up, and saw a flaming bird the size of an eagle ten feet above him. He gasped, and started to turn to run. Then, he turned around, knowing it was useless to run from a bird, so he turned to fight. He grabbed and pulled a dracon beam from his pocket and pointed it at the flaming phoenix. The bird suddenly expanded outwards violently, its form changed from a flaming bird, to a tall british man, with slightly burnt clothing and fire flickering along his frame. Animorphzfan gasped and started backing up, pointing the dracon beam at the man with trembling hands.

“Back off Phoenix! I don’t wanna hurt you! Just leave me alone.” The moderator, known as Phoenix004, shook his head sadly. Then, with lightning speed, he lunged forward and slapped the weapon, his hand flaring brightly. Animorphzfan yowled in pain and dropped the now molten weapon. He stepped back, clutching his burnt hand. He started pleading with the moderator.

“Please, please! Just let me go, I won’t come back! At least not for a long time, I beg you!” Again Phoenix shook his head sadly.

“I’m sorry man. But you’ve had multiple warnings, multiple requests and still you continued trolling, spamming up the boards and insulting members! The fire in his eyes suddenly flared up, brighter and fiercer. “But no, you ignored all of our threats! You continued your abuse of our forum! Why I will never know, but you did all this and you think you won’t be punished! Then you are sadly mistaken! We at RAF are peaceful and kind, but we still have limits and consequences for actions! The fire in his eyes dimmed a bit, but not by much. He reached into his smoldering jacket and pulled out a small black shape. Animorphzfan gasped in fear as he recognized the ban gun. He pulled away, falling on his back, near hysterical.

“No, please no! You can’t do this to me!” He said sobbing. Phoenix shook his head grimly.

“I’m sorry, you choose this action, not me.” He reached down and twisted the setting on the ban gun. He raised it up and took aim at the quivering figure.

“You will be reactivated in one year from now. Until then, goodbye.” He aimed and squeezed the trigger. There was a flash of light, and the terrified, huddling figure vanished. Phoenix looked in grim satisfaction and holstered the gun. He hated doing this, why couldn’t these members just get the lesson and learn? He clipped the gun back in place, and exploded into flames. Moments later, a blazing bird flew away, off to report to Richard.

In the RAF Social board, in his personal thread, the figure started to stir. The member, formally known as Gumby, now known as OH CANADA, was sleeping in his bed. He was dreaming about something involving maple syrups, beavers, and shotguns and he was smiling. His smile got bigger and bigger, until he felt a flat WHAP to his stomach. He was immediately awake, sucking air trying to regain the air he’d lost in the impact. His eyes flew open and he shot upwards, sitting in his bed. He gasped for air, slowly regaining his breath. He looked for the source of the attack, and saw his pet beaver Woody on the side of his bed grinning a very weird beaver grin. CANADA scowled, and shoved the furry animal off his bed. Woody chuckled, and then waddled off to the kitchen. Stomach still aching from the blow, CANADA stretched carefully, and started his morning wake-up ritual. He cracked his knuckles, stretched his knees, and rolled his neck to loosen it up. He cracked his ankles and finally threw his body off the warm bed. He yawned and grabbed for his clothes hanging on the wooden railing. He pulled on the pair of raggedy blue jeans and slipped on his beat up stained white tee-shirt. Then he pulled on an old plaid jacket and topped it all off with a beat up looking ball cap. He pocketed a nice hunting knife and threw some socks. Then he was out the door and into the kitchen.

Breakfast was already ready for him, a nice big steaming batch of pancakes drenched in maple syrup with an oversized side of Canadian bacon. Pouring himself a nice tall glass of orange juice, he started to devour his chow. Pancake after pancake was sliced up, swabbed in syrup and forked into his mouth, punctuated by slices of bacon and gulps of juice. In the corner of the kitchen, there was a sound like a buzz saw as Woody went at a stack of tree bark, soaked in maple syrup of course. Finally, the plates depleted of food and the tall glass empty, he wiped his mouth, belched, and tossed the dishes into the sink, along a mounting pile of dirty dishes.

“Man, I should get around to cleaning that stuff up eh?” He said to Woody who nodded, then went back to his breakfast. It wasn’t too long before the beaver finished up his food and was ready to head outside. CANADA motioned for him, waited for him to waddle over to him, then he opened the front door and steppe outside into RAF.


*Note: This chapter is NOT done. I’m just tired and it’s later, and writing about this is making me hungry. I’ll finish tomorrow. (I hope)*

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

I hope you don't mind me posting, as you're half done, but...whatever.

Great chapter so far!  I love how Phoenix banned him.  The ban gun, lol.

[Gumby]

Thanks!

[Alic]

lol i like this, this is fun

[Gumby]

Thanks again!
Post Merged: February 09, 2010, 11:33:52 PMCHAPTER THREE

It was another beautiful, sunny day in the fabulous community of Richards Animorph Forum, or as known by its users, RAF. The warm sun was shining in the beautiful blue afternoon sky and there were no clouds in sight. The weather was deliciously warm, but no overly hot or humid. This fantastic weather was normal for RAF, and even though the members experienced it every day, they still stopped to savor it and bask in the sunlight.
None of this occurred however, to the member known as animophzfan57363. Animorphzfan was running through the alley behind the RAF Social board and for good reason. What for being wanted for multiple spamming, trolling and member cruelty, he was being chased by one of the moderators. He ran down the alley and leapt over a trashcan. All he had to do was get to the Introductions & Departures board and he could escape. He leapt a fence and started the final run for the board, when a shadow fell over him. A shadow which gave off scorching heat at the same time. He looked up, and saw a flaming bird the size of an eagle ten feet above him. He gasped, and started to turn to run. Then, he turned around, knowing it was useless to run from a bird, so he turned to fight. He grabbed and pulled a dracon beam from his pocket and pointed it at the flaming phoenix. The bird suddenly expanded outwards violently, its form changed from a flaming bird, to a tall british man, with slightly burnt clothing and fire flickering along his frame. Animorphzfan gasped and started backing up, pointing the dracon beam at the man with trembling hands.

“Back off Phoenix! I don’t wanna hurt you! Just leave me alone.” The moderator, known as Phoenix004, shook his head sadly. Then, with lightning speed, he lunged forward and slapped the weapon, his hand flaring brightly. Animorphzfan yowled in pain and dropped the now molten weapon. He stepped back, clutching his burnt hand. He started pleading with the moderator.

“Please, please! Just let me go, I won’t come back! At least not for a long time, I beg you!” Again Phoenix shook his head sadly.

“I’m sorry man. But you’ve had multiple warnings, multiple requests and still you continued trolling, spamming up the boards and insulting members! The fire in his eyes suddenly flared up, brighter and fiercer. “But no, you ignored all of our threats! You continued your abuse of our forum! Why I will never know, but you did all this and you think you won’t be punished! Then you are sadly mistaken! We at RAF are peaceful and kind, but we still have limits and consequences for actions! The fire in his eyes dimmed a bit, but not by much. He reached into his smoldering jacket and pulled out a small black shape. Animorphzfan gasped in fear as he recognized the ban gun. He pulled away, falling on his back, near hysterical.

“No, please no! You can’t do this to me!” He said sobbing. Phoenix shook his head grimly.

“I’m sorry, you choose this action, not me.” He reached down and twisted the setting on the ban gun. He raised it up and took aim at the quivering figure.

“You will be reactivated in one year from now. Until then, goodbye.” He aimed and squeezed the trigger. There was a flash of light, and the terrified, huddling figure vanished. Phoenix looked in grim satisfaction and holstered the gun. He hated doing this, why couldn’t these members just get the lesson and learn? He clipped the gun back in place, and exploded into flames. Moments later, a blazing bird flew away, off to report to Richard.

In the RAF Social board, in his personal thread, the figure started to stir. The member, formally known as Gumby, now known as OH CANADA, was sleeping in his bed. He was dreaming about something involving maple syrups, beavers, and shotguns and he was smiling. His smile got bigger and bigger, until he felt a flat WHAP to his stomach. He was immediately awake, sucking air trying to regain the air he’d lost in the impact. His eyes flew open and he shot upwards, sitting in his bed. He gasped for air, slowly regaining his breath. He looked for the source of the attack, and saw his pet beaver Woody on the side of his bed grinning a very weird beaver grin. CANADA scowled, and shoved the furry animal off his bed. Woody chuckled, and then waddled off to the kitchen. Stomach still aching from the blow, CANADA stretched carefully, and started his morning wake-up ritual. He cracked his knuckles, stretched his knees, and rolled his neck to loosen it up. He cracked his ankles and finally threw his body off the warm bed. He yawned and grabbed for his clothes hanging on the wooden railing. He pulled on the pair of raggedy blue jeans and slipped on his beat up stained white tee-shirt. Then he pulled on an old plaid jacket and topped it all off with a beat up looking ball cap. He pocketed a nice hunting knife and threw some socks. Then he was out the door and into the kitchen.

Breakfast was already ready for him, a nice big steaming batch of pancakes drenched in maple syrup with an oversized side of Canadian bacon. Pouring himself a nice tall glass of orange juice, he started to devour his chow. Pancake after pancake was sliced up, swabbed in syrup and forked into his mouth, punctuated by slices of bacon and gulps of juice. In the corner of the kitchen, there was a sound like a buzz saw as Woody went at a stack of tree bark, soaked in maple syrup of course. Finally, the plates depleted of food and the tall glass empty, he wiped his mouth, belched, and tossed the dishes into the sink, along a mounting pile of dirty dishes.
“Man, I should get around to cleaning that stuff up eh?” He said to Woody who nodded, then went back to his breakfast. It wasn’t too long before the beaver finished up his food and was ready to head outside. CANADA motioned for him, waited for him to waddle over to him, then he opened the front door and steppe outside into RAF.

Outside the yellow sun blazed warmly on the sprawling RAF community. CANADA squinted for a moment, and then his eyes adjusted enough for him to see what was going on around him. Members everywhere were walking, chatting, heading off to some other board, some were just lazing around their profiles, enjoying the warmth and of course some were kicking back in a corner, reading Animorphs or laughing at the comedic TV show, which had been re-classified from sci-fi to comedy. CANADA recognized several members engaging in RAF life. The imposing seven-foot figures of Spartan 281 and Spartan 219 as they hulked off to the Halo RPG, the imposing shape of Blocky67s dragon body as he flew one hundred feet ahead, blowing up dirt and dust everywhere life helicopter blades as his mighty wings pushed down, the brilliant burning, humanoid form of Estelore skimming inches above the smooth green grass, the blue, centaur like body of Esplin Elsen as he galloped off to the General board, Andalite tail snapping the air around him, and the waddling form of Horsefan1023 as she ran, as much as a five foot seal can run, through the grass and towards her topic. She was carrying a bulging sack with her over her shoulder. CANADA stretched a final time and jogged over to her, beaver en-route behind him.

“Hey Sealy, watcha got in the bag eh?” The seal turned, startled. Her startled expression quickly melted into a very odd looking seal grin as she recognized him jogging over.

“Hey Gumb-I mean CANADA! You mean this stuff?” She said, motioning to the large black sack in her flipper.

“Yeah, what is it?” The Seal smiled mischievously, an even odder thing to see than a smile.
“Well, as you may remember two new members joined us yesterday. And as being me, I confiscated their counter-band.” CANADA looked confused for a moment, and then it dawned on him. He began to laugh.

“Oh, so you’re taking their sanity off to your insanity burner!” He chuckled a bit more as she replied.

“Of course! There’s no need for it here, it just dead weight!” With that, she raced off, laughing wildly. CANADA shook his head, smiling subtly. He turned around to see a large, five foot tall gray cat. He nearly jumped back, when the recognized this certain feline.

“Bladeh Mercury!” He said the she-cat bounded forward, a friendly smile plastered to her angled face.

“MEOW!” She spoke in her cat language, and then reverted to a happy English tongue. “CANADA!” She sprang forward gave a very bizarre looking cat hug, wrapping her paws tightly around him. CANADA blushed briefly then hugged back. Then a sharp pain speared his back.

“Aaah! Watch the claws, the claws!” He yelped in pain. Bladeh pulled back, pulling her excited claws out of his skin. She grinned sheepishly.

“Sorryz ‘bout that, you know me when I get excited.” CANADA rubbed his stinging back and muttered.

“Yeah, no problem. Just don’t hug so tight, or I’ll have to get padding.” Pulling away his hands, he grinned back.

“Bladeh! Great to see you today, how you doing? Busy today?”

“Great to see you too! Oh and no, I’m not doing a whole lot, just lounging around the forum, general board, media, Animorphs, other books, oh and the Warriors RPG of course! And maybe some intro randomness in there, in between listening to Queen and raving about Freddie!” She grinned sheepishly. “Okay, so maybe I am busy, but not that busy! Come on over to my thread, we can do something maybe!”

“Yeah, maybe later today. Anyway, great to see you! But I’ve gotta go now, heading over to post in the Halo RPG with Parker and Sithsniper. But I’ll definitely see you later!” He waved goodbye and turned away. Bladeh flicked off a goodbye with her long elongated tail, and then bounded off to rave about Freddie. CANADA started heading down to the General Roleplaying board and passed some other RAFians, newbies staggering around a little aimlessly. CANADA chuckled inwardly. That was the result of Sealy snatching you sanity, you tended to wander around for a day or so before you got over it. He turned to run, and nearly slammed head on into another RAFian. CANADA jumped back startled. In front of him in all of his glory, with ‘God save the queen’ playing somewhere in the background stood none other than Brad the Brit. RAF’s most British member. Dressed in a formal tuxedo, wearing a tall black top hat and holding a polished black silver tipped cane, he was an impressive sight. In his formal British accent, he spoke.

“Well allo, allo dear chap. Jolly good day in the board eh wot wot?” CANADA grinned and answered the 100% British brit.

“Oh hi Brad. I’m doing well but thanks for asking. How you doing today eh?” The elegant figure smiled thinly.

“Oh I’m jolly fine my dear fellow, jolly fine. Say, are you going to attend the RAFparty  tomorrow?” CANADA smiled and rolled his eyes.

‘Of course I am. Now I’ve gotta go now, but I’ll see you later right eh?”

“Of course old bean. I will see you then. Until then, cheerio!” He tapped his cane twice and vanished a puff of smoke. CANADA smiled and shook his head. He walked through were Brad had been and over to the General Roleplaying board.

[Horsefan1023 (Seal)]

Haha, I love it, CANADA!  I love how you portrayed everyone, especially Brad.

[Bladeh Mercury]

OMSC! I LUFF this! I love how you portrayed me!

*rants about Freddie Mercury and listens to Queen*