Write-your-own-story

[Judge_Deadd]

...and they attacked again!
"We're lost now", Perfection and the others shouted!
But... (Butt?) Judge Deadd appeared and said: "I've got an idea!"
And he got: he was going to send the classic Civ I units!
Armors and artilleries rolled in. Nuclears, fighters and bombers took their place on carriers. Mechanized Infantries were ready to defend the Fanatika.

 

[CivCube]

John looked at his comrades in confusion. "What was that?"

"It appears to have been a double-post," said Perfection. "A glitch in the Fanatikan Matrix, if you will."

"Ah."

Perfection almost smirked when he screamed: an Apolytoner had noticed him and leapt on his back, tearing it to shreds. The two wrestled as John watched, powerless to help. If he attempted to shoot, he might end up shooting his friend. What to do...

Suddenly the Apolytoner screamed and disappeared, never to be seen by mortal eyes again. What was left was a splattered tomato. John looked up, and saw CivCube.

"You!"

"Indeed, I." CivCube hoisted up his gunnysack bag of ripe tomatoes. "Come on, fellow Civ Fanatics! It's tomato time!"

CivCube then proceeded to pummel tomatoes at the remaining Apolytoners. Then...

 

[Tragdor]

Trogdor the Burninator came in out of no where. He burnatied all of the Apolytoners and laid waste to all of their thacted roof cottages.Eh Steve appeared and gave his new catch pharse. Then Kerrik the giant came to the defence of the Apolytoners. And at about something even.........

 

[Sir John]

(Ill delete the last sentance as it makes no sence )

Suddnely Kerrik began to twich and his face looked really weird. He suddenly became a agent. John shoot after him, but he just dogded the bullets. Then john begun to run, he run and run and run. He finally saw a telephone he took it up and then he dissaperaed from the agent. He sat up on the bed. He read a sign at the nearest metal wall. It said Nebuchanesar. A guy came into the room and...


OOS(Out of Story): Im sorry If I went a little matrix, I just saw the movie . BTW: How come some of you suddenly renamed the main person, john, to Sir John?

 

[Sir John]

BTW: There is no upper word limit. Just a lower one. I think many people here were confused by that. Just a lower limit of 50

 

[anonymous4401]

Then he woke up in the Fanatika General Hospital, next to the Flamed unit. "Where am I?" he asked.
"You were in a coma for quite some time." the voice said. Then suddenly, the wall next to them blew apart, revealing Apolyton troops pouring across the countryside.
"I,I thought we were winning!" John exclaimed.
"We were, in the C&C. But Perfection's counterattack failed. Apolyton matched us newbie for newbie. Now go! Fanatika needs you!"
John found his rifle next to him, and the exit on the opposite wall. He got out just in time to see the mysterious person blown to bits by Apolytoners. As he ran away from the hospital, he saw a sign that said: 'You are now leaving Strategy&Tips'. Far away, he saw CFCers running for their lives. He remembered his dream, and thought, I have GOT to stop watching the Matrix.

Meanwhile, XIII stood atop his tower in the World History forum. He was glad he became moderator, for if it had been the way before, there would have been no mods to protect World History. World History was a relatively quiet place, compared to OT it was a break from the flaming and spam. When fights occured, it was usually among new arrivals to the history forum. Its denizens, while small compared to OT, debated among each other on intelligent topics. Not on what your favorite flavor of ice cream was. But he knew that if World History were to come under attack, it would not last long without help...

 

[TNG]

Just then, China444 stormed the World History forum with his band of Spammers, yet when the Spammers arrived they came into instant conflict with the Trolls and Flamers, So the Civil War Begins.......
Moderator Action: Read the rules at the start of the thread TNG
Please read the forum rules: http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?t=422889

 

[Aphex_Twin]

China ordered his troops to attack at the weak left flank of the trolls' army. A fierce fire came upon the lesser organized, but determined trolls. "Defend the region to the last man !", the Grand Troll shouted. Legion upon legion of spammers crashed into the trollers midst, and they never seemed to stop coming. Like grains of sand, so numerous was the invading army. Nothing could possibly stand in it's way ! Nothing?
Suddenly, completely unexpected, the Grand Troll maneuvered his troops into the rear of china's spammers. Unbeknown to china, part of the army the Grand Troll was sent out the previous night to scout the region. This had just just returned, only to find the undefended rear of China. China was now trapped, his supply lines cut off...

 

[Perfection]

...but then after some back surgury and Physical therepy Perfection rushed onto the scene, he grabbed the most terrifying wheapon ever, The SPEAR! And he rocketed forward destroying rank after rank of Apolytons tanks with his pointy stick. Driving them out of CFC and saving all the pitiful newbies and China444. He then turned to John and said, "the war is over, and the story is returned to you." Then john decided to...

 

[anonymous4401]

Sigh.. I wanted the war to go on longer. World History is quiet compared to OT, so I don't know why the spammers would fight the trolls. Also, ending the war yourself, although befitting to your title, is quite anticlimactic. Don't any of you know how to spin a yarn? Anyways, back to the story:

turn back home. Just then, Thunderfall arrived.
"Great job in the Colosseum." he said to Perfection. He continued,"But this is most certainly not the end. The next time the server goes down, they may attack again." He then turned to John. "For bravery in the War of the Forums, I knight thee, Sir John!" In a flash he was in his room, although it was a bit more luxurious than he remembered it. On his desk was a plaque, honoring him for his participation in the War. As he prepared for a much needed rest, the phone rang...

 

[CivCube]

...and Sir John answered it.

"John? Is it you?"

"Uh..." Sir John was a tad disoriented after the Great War, especially when referred to by his past name. His former name of "John" was almost alien. Sir John shook his head. "Yes?"

"Good, Mr. John. We have some business for you."

"Business? What kind of business?"

He could almost hear the grin on the other end of the line. "You will see, Mr. John. You will see."

Later that night Sir John walked out of the hired Rolls-Royce to the Hilton. He felt dashing. Very dashing. These people, whoever they were, had given him very nice clothes. He pondered this on the elevator that took him to the top floor. Ding. Hey, this is a good place. And look, they even have Thunderfall beaten and taken as prisoner for my entertainment. Wait a minute, Thunderfall!

"I see that you've noticed, Mr. John." The guns were back on him again. The Apolyton Incarnate grinned at him and said, "This will teach you."

BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM

 

[anonymous4401]

Kudos, CivCube. Nice segue.

Suddenly, the bullets stopped in midair. A figure rose, and blasted the Incarnate. It was Thunderfall! Using his Rod of Moderation, he perma-banned the gunner into oblivion.
"This is my site. Do you think a bunch of intruders can hurt me?" he said as he blasted the others. "I think that took care of them. Come on, let's get out of here." he said. Suddenly the elevator opened, and out stepped more attackers. They all looked the same. Thunderfall looked at them quizzically, then exclaimed, "DLs!"
"Precisely." said one of the attackers. "We are DL-" Before he could finish, Thunderfall perma-banned him, as well as two others. But then more came into the room. Much more. Out of every open door they came.
"Do you think that a mere creator of one site can defeat me?" they all said, mockingly. They ran forward to attack, but Thunderfall pushed John out of the way to receive the blow. He was knocked back into the wall, giving him enough distance to activate a shield from his rod. He sent a PM to the League of Mods, knowing that soon the attackers would break through the shield.

At the League of Mods
Lefty opened the fridge to find it devoid of both food and alcoholic beverages.
"XIII! It was your turn to stock the fridge!" he yelled.
"It was col's turn!" XIII shouted back. Lefty sighed, and returned to the couch. He needed some relaxation from defending CFC against Apolyton. XIII then came into the room, holding a phone.
"Lefty, PM for you. From Thunderfall."
"I'll get it on my arm." he replied. He activated the cyborg arm, which displayed a message from Thunderfall.
"Get the League of Mods here! We have a big problem! Level 1 Priority! Coordinates 63,48,57. Quick-" he was cut off. Lefty arose immediately.
"XIII, get the other mods! We have trouble!"

John peered from behind the couch. The room had been expanded, by the way of having three walls knocked down. Thunderfall's shield was being pounded away by about 100 DLs, with more on the way. He just hoped no one saw him.... Just then, the League of Mods arrived, bursting through the fourth wall. Thunderfall's shield fell, but the DLs had more issues to face.
"What are these things?!" Lefty yelled as he blasted the DLs away.
"Have you not guessed? I thought the almighty mods of CFC would be more intelligent. I am a hacker, and my supply of DLs are endless." all, there were about 200 now, said simultaneously. A yell punctured the fight scene, and he saw Thunderfall being beaten to a pulp, this time for real. After they were through, the 40 DLs pounding on Thunderfall moved on to the other moderators.
"Come here, John." Thunderfall said weakly. He handed him his rod of moderation, at which John stared in wonder. Five buttons, Edit, Delete, Ban, Perma-Ban, and Thunderfall adorned its side. He pushed the Thunderfall button, and the rod extended to the Scepter of Thunderfall. A red button, Crash Server, caught his interest. Btter not push that one he thought. Just then, a whole bunch of DLs saw him.
"He has the scepter, get him!" they yelled. John gripped the scepter, and felt the power flow through him. This could be fun.

(To the next poster, please make this into an epic Matrix-style fight. Like Neo vs. 100 Agent Smiths, which is what I had in mind when I wrote this.)

 

[Perfection]

...after an epic Matrix-style fight, with Thunderfall creaming all the other guys and they kept going, and he kept beating 'em back but they kept coming. "They said drats," and all left. But, thunderfall knew they were going to come back. So he built the most secure firewall ever. No hacker could stop him now! That's when Perfection, John, XIII, Lefty, Annoumous4401, Puglover, CivCube and all the other members partied long into the night. But the nnext morning we discovered the most horrible thing ever, the Off-Topic forum was gone!...

 

[anonymous4401]

(I kind of wanted a description of a matrix-style fight. Oh, by the way, thanks, CivCube. Yours is probably the best contribution to the story so far.)
After the long Matrix-style fight that this author really wishes was described in better detail, and the subsequent recovery of all members involved, Thunderfall left to build a firewall against more hackers. Meanwhile, John remembered he still had the scepter of Thunderfall. After consulting a conveniently placed map with a You Are Here dot placed upon it, he began for the League of Mods HQ in the Mod Forums. He was almost there when he forgot the fact that regular members cannot go into the Mod Forums. Staring at the Mods Only sign on the electric fence, he almost gave up. But then he remembered the scepter.
Of course! he thought, as he looked for the button that opened the Mod-Only locks. He pushed it, and the fence opened up onto him, revealing the glorious Mod Forums. But another thought crept in his mind.
Why return it now? I'll just borrow it for a day. he thought. He began to amble back towards the Member Forums, when he tripped on a rock. But misfortune of misfortunes, he fell on the Crash Server button. He looked at the forums in horror as they crashed, locking out all members from access. But something else terrified him, the thing he saw moving across the horizon. It was...

 

[CivCube]

...the Busy Server message.

This thing had always plagued Sir John's dreams. Always relentlessly this creature had pursued him through the depths of his mind, threatening to eat his soul. And it was here, right now, in real forum life. Good god.

The busyrvermesidge was terrible to look at: mere skin and bones, the face nearly snapped away from the strain of so little skin. As a result it always bared its teeth. The claws on its mandibles were used to swipe away precious bandwith. Slowly it skulked...skulked...toward Sir John.

He gave a nervous chuckle. "I have the sceptor, though," Sir John stammered. "I can beat him this time!" Thunderfall's sceptor was thrust against the busyrvermesidge. And nothing happened. Dry air slowly escaped from the largest hole on its face. Was it...laughing?

vera vera gotmeht shhhnul.

"Wh...wha?"

vera vera gotmeht shnulllll.

Pain suddenly attacked Sir John's torso, and he bent over double. So much agony, so much pain. It was hell in his own body. The creature extended its eternal grin.

And memories came rushing back to Sir John...

This could be fun. Sir John knew exactly what he had to do. The DLs were waiting for it, after all. Without thinking, he ran right into the middle of the copious copies. And swung the Sceptor. DLs flew as more moved in. More only flew away, Sir John was swinging so hard. Everything was just a black blur to him.

The DLs formed a new wave of attack. Each one jumped on top of the other to form a living pyramid around Sir John.

Faster, faster, faster, faster,faster,faster,fasterfasterfasterfasterfstrfstrfstrfstrfstrfrfrfrfrfrfrfrfrfrfrfrfr-

The DL pyramid collapsed on top of him, and the Hilton's top-floor-which-was-now-a-roof became a blender. Oh yeah, thought Sir John. That was when Thunderfall joined the fray.

Sir John couldn't take this anymore. The busyrvermesidge was trying to take over its body. Well, he wasn't going to let that happen. Not today. He slowly positioned the Sceptor in front of the abomination, and pressed "Perma-Ban". Yeah...that's what Thunderfall did back there....

 

[Knight-Dragon]

Apparently, someone cannot understand simple instructions regarding the requirement to have 2 posters posted, before you can post a continuation to the story...