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If we had a penny every time you said that...
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Ricky and Bobby stood there, axes in hand, staring out into the distance at the ravaged wasteland that was Industrial World. Finally, they could rest from fighting those big robot machine things. One would think the Killbots would be alright by themselves, but the loss of the Space Hydra was a costly one.
They brushed the dirt off themselves, slapping their pants and shirts repeatedly. Then they slapped some more. They began slapping themselves harder and harder, in an increasingly violent fashion. To the casual passerby they would appear to be monks of emoness, self flagellating in order to pay for their horrible, metal related sins. Staggering back and forth, they raised a giant dust cloud, large enough that it could easily have been produced by a cavalry regiment in ancient times.
They stopped after a while, completely out of breath and even more covered in dust than before. They collapsed on the ground and sucked in air like fish.
Then they proceeded to flop like fish
When they got bored of that, they got up, dusted each other off (for they knew if they dusted themselves the cycle would begin anew), and picked up their axes. They walked over to a randomly placed stage in the middle of nowhere here...the only unindustrialized part of Industrial World, and climbed up. There were two amps...so they plugged their instruments in. They played a few notes...and there was power.
Ricky snapped his fingers, and four Killbots showed up out of nowhere. They hopped up on stage as well. One sat on the drum throne, one grabbed a mic, and a third slung on a keytar (woot woot!). Ricky and Bobby looked at each other, grinned devilishly, and Bobby started to play the flamenco guitar intro to a song. The song went a little something like this.
They brushed the dirt off themselves, slapping their pants and shirts repeatedly. Then they slapped some more. They began slapping themselves harder and harder, in an increasingly violent fashion. To the casual passerby they would appear to be monks of emoness, self flagellating in order to pay for their horrible, metal related sins. Staggering back and forth, they raised a giant dust cloud, large enough that it could easily have been produced by a cavalry regiment in ancient times.
They stopped after a while, completely out of breath and even more covered in dust than before. They collapsed on the ground and sucked in air like fish.
Then they proceeded to flop like fish
When they got bored of that, they got up, dusted each other off (for they knew if they dusted themselves the cycle would begin anew), and picked up their axes. They walked over to a randomly placed stage in the middle of nowhere here...the only unindustrialized part of Industrial World, and climbed up. There were two amps...so they plugged their instruments in. They played a few notes...and there was power.
Ricky snapped his fingers, and four Killbots showed up out of nowhere. They hopped up on stage as well. One sat on the drum throne, one grabbed a mic, and a third slung on a keytar (woot woot!). Ricky and Bobby looked at each other, grinned devilishly, and Bobby started to play the flamenco guitar intro to a song. The song went a little something like this.
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
Nice story! 
Ive seen a couple of Dragonforce videos on TV, i like what i see (and hear).
Ive seen a couple of Dragonforce videos on TV, i like what i see (and hear).
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Nice story!
Ive seen a couple of Dragonforce videos on TV, i like what i see (and hear).
Thanks
and they are based in UK after all
Very good, and they're all insanely talented.I like putting multimedia into stories
Tyrion:
we hath no brains, but can aid you in getting them.
~Darkening~
Weep, Mother.
The Raver Manifesto
Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all the same. We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal. And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these very realizations that each of was truly born. We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.
In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind. We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels. Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of the world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end. I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.
Species/Faction name: Rave
Home Planet name: Neo-Pulse
Desired start location: Unexplored 19
Desired colour: Neo-Green
Planet type: Industrial-gritty
Any desired graphics: Whatever you pleae
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Background: For eons, the planet was controlled with an iron firts, ruled by the elite in their industrial slums. Out of thse slums comes the Pulse, the call for singularity and equality- pounding in everyone's ears.
OOC: I'm not sure if this is dead, but anyways, here's a new pulse
[/badpun]
Our emotional state of choice is Ecstasy. Our nourishment of choice is Love. Our addiction of choice is technology. Our religion of choice is music. Our currency of choice is knowledge. Our politics of choice is none. Our society of choice is utopian though we know it will never be.
You may hate us. You may dismiss us. You may misunderstand us. You may be unaware of our existence. We can only hope you do not care to judge us, because we would never judge you. We are not criminals. We are not disillusioned. We are not drug addicts. We are not naive children. We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself. We are The Massive. One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away, the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mother's heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all the same. We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: we are all equal. And somewhere around 35Hz we could feel the hand of God at our backs, pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, our bodies, and our spirits. Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities, and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant, with these very realizations that each of was truly born. We continue to pack our bodies into clubs, or warehouses, or buildings you've abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night. Strong, throbbing, vibrant life in it's purest, most intense, most hedonistic form.
In these makeshift spaces, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions, and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints you've put on us for your own peace of mind. We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. Programming that tells us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves into the nearest and most convenient pigeon hole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb ladders for you, jump through hoops, and run through mazes and on hamster wheels. Programming that tells us to eat from the shiny silver spoon you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourish ourselves with our own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of open them.
Until the sun rises to burn our eyes by revealing the distopian reality of the world you've created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility and Respect.
Our enemy of choice is ignorance. Our weapon of choice is information. Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in place to stop us from celebrating our existence. But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in any given city, in any given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You don't have access to that switch, no matter what you may think. The music will never stop. The heartbeat will never fade. The party will never end. I am a raver, and this is my manifesto.
Species/Faction name: Rave
Home Planet name: Neo-Pulse
Desired start location: Unexplored 19
Desired colour: Neo-Green
Planet type: Industrial-gritty
Any desired graphics: Whatever you pleae
.Background: For eons, the planet was controlled with an iron firts, ruled by the elite in their industrial slums. Out of thse slums comes the Pulse, the call for singularity and equality- pounding in everyone's ears.
OOC: I'm not sure if this is dead, but anyways, here's a new pulse
[/badpun]
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Interesting....perhaps we two can be friends....since we Metal Heads live in some sort of odd anarchy that's almost an unofficial communist state without a leader of any real value.
Oh, and we love music...although if it is techno we won't like you as much as a six string harmony.
We question all the rules
Oh, and we love music...although if it is techno we won't like you as much as a six string harmony.
We question all the rules
Nylan
Characters Welcome
I did my bit! The rest of you are slacking....
On Penguinska, murmurs of revolution were stirring. Of course, everyone was happy enough with the government, and it was unstable enough to ensure that anyone who wanted to change something could easily get a seat on the council.
However, the problem inflicting Penguinska was a insidious one...
Downtown Penguinska, outside an Obesoburgers (tm) joint.
*MUNCH*
"Owhr boy, thith if good." exclaimed one penguin while munching down a large fish burger.
"Totawry." concurred another, his mouth full of fries.
The two reclined in their plastic chairs, patting full bellies.
One of them noticed a flit of black, but thought nothing of it. The Obesian restauranteur blinked, and looked again- then a Ninja star embedded itself in the back of its head.
"Ouch!" he shouted, pulling the object out of the back of his thickly-padded head.
He was then attacked by several dark blurs, nunchuks, polestaffs and even a katana all failing to break through his girthy armour.
One of the blurs stopped for a moment, revealing itself to be a penguin clad in black.
"Oh good grief." the penguin exclaimed, before solidly punching the Obesian in his most prized area- his mouth.
The large figure fell down, holding his face and wimpering.
The blurs slowed down to a visible speed, and began to walk down the rows of the restaurant, knocking the food away from patrons.
The penguin who had knocked down the Obesian backflipped onto a table in the center of the restaurant. Three others jumped up to create a podium. With everyone in the area now in sight, the penguin began to speak.
"Penguins! What are you doing?"
"We were eating!" shouted one.
The ninja penguin threw a small rock, knocking the other one out.
"You are betraying your roots! Look at the Sushi shop across the street!"
A violin began to play somewhere as an old penguin slowly scrubbed off a table, then hung a 'Closed' sign in front of the store.
Several penguins burst into tears right then. Others raced across the street.
"If we keep this, up, we will become hideous creatures like the Obesians!"
"Hey, I resent that." wheezed the manager's voice.
The penguin raced off again and punched his mough again, knocking the rotund figure back to 'sleep'.
"Now, the time has come to reclaim our slim, svelte figures and active lifestyles! Our group will end the Obesoburger oppression of our digestive systems once and for all!"
A cheer went up from the crowd. People were now stomping on the food, and beginning to smash up the building.
"Stop!" cried the Obesian, who had regained consciousness, "They're lying to you. We want nothing other than to spread the joy of food throughout the universe.
A penguin ninja leapt at him, but he blocked the blow and pulled out a massive gun.
"Holy carp! A Fat Cannon!"
"Yes it is. Now, get out of my establishment, or I'll blast ya full o' lard."
He began to fire.
The mob fled out into the streets, and the ninja group disappeared in a group of black flashes.
The injured Obesian pressed a large button beneath the cash register. Ovens, dishwashers, and a grease vat retracted into the walls, and controls popped out. He pressed a button, and the restaurant rocketed off into the air, much like it had landed on the planet several years earlier...
However, the problem inflicting Penguinska was a insidious one...
Downtown Penguinska, outside an Obesoburgers (tm) joint.
*MUNCH*
"Owhr boy, thith if good." exclaimed one penguin while munching down a large fish burger.
"Totawry." concurred another, his mouth full of fries.
The two reclined in their plastic chairs, patting full bellies.
One of them noticed a flit of black, but thought nothing of it. The Obesian restauranteur blinked, and looked again- then a Ninja star embedded itself in the back of its head.
"Ouch!" he shouted, pulling the object out of the back of his thickly-padded head.
He was then attacked by several dark blurs, nunchuks, polestaffs and even a katana all failing to break through his girthy armour.
One of the blurs stopped for a moment, revealing itself to be a penguin clad in black.
"Oh good grief." the penguin exclaimed, before solidly punching the Obesian in his most prized area- his mouth.
The large figure fell down, holding his face and wimpering.
The blurs slowed down to a visible speed, and began to walk down the rows of the restaurant, knocking the food away from patrons.
The penguin who had knocked down the Obesian backflipped onto a table in the center of the restaurant. Three others jumped up to create a podium. With everyone in the area now in sight, the penguin began to speak.
"Penguins! What are you doing?"
"We were eating!" shouted one.
The ninja penguin threw a small rock, knocking the other one out.
"You are betraying your roots! Look at the Sushi shop across the street!"
A violin began to play somewhere as an old penguin slowly scrubbed off a table, then hung a 'Closed' sign in front of the store.
Several penguins burst into tears right then. Others raced across the street.
"If we keep this, up, we will become hideous creatures like the Obesians!"
"Hey, I resent that." wheezed the manager's voice.
The penguin raced off again and punched his mough again, knocking the rotund figure back to 'sleep'.
"Now, the time has come to reclaim our slim, svelte figures and active lifestyles! Our group will end the Obesoburger oppression of our digestive systems once and for all!"
A cheer went up from the crowd. People were now stomping on the food, and beginning to smash up the building.
"Stop!" cried the Obesian, who had regained consciousness, "They're lying to you. We want nothing other than to spread the joy of food throughout the universe.
A penguin ninja leapt at him, but he blocked the blow and pulled out a massive gun.
"Holy carp! A Fat Cannon!"
"Yes it is. Now, get out of my establishment, or I'll blast ya full o' lard."
He began to fire.
The mob fled out into the streets, and the ninja group disappeared in a group of black flashes.
The injured Obesian pressed a large button beneath the cash register. Ovens, dishwashers, and a grease vat retracted into the walls, and controls popped out. He pressed a button, and the restaurant rocketed off into the air, much like it had landed on the planet several years earlier...
Hello, this is PNN, the live source for all of your Penguin-related News.
A riot broke out in the commercial sector of Penguinska City early this afternoon, resulting in damaged property, the disappearance of a rocket restaurant, and the abandonment of the planet by Obesoburgers (tm).
COMMERCIAL BREAK: Obesoburger ad begins, then static interrupts it. Return to news set, camera slightly off-center.
Sorry for that, we're having some technical difficulties. Joining us for an interview is one of the penguins claiming responsibility for the riot, representing the group known as... what is it?
My organization is the Health Food Ninjas.
Ah yes, and your name is?
For my own safety, I don't think I'll say.
Well, then I'll say it. Our guest is-
LALALALALALAAAAAA!!! You can't hear the name! LALALALALALAAA!!!
Please [LALALALALLAAAAA!!!] I'm trying to work an interview here. If you don't stop I'll have to-
The black-clad penguin knocked out the new anchor and jumped onto the desk.
Chicks, eat healthy. Eat fish, not burgers. Eat it raw or cooked, but never fried. Eat vegetables if you want to. Don't forget your vitamins!
Security began to close in on the set.
The Health Food Ninjas will now scour the galaxy of Obesoburgers and all other junk-fook restaurants (candy is okay in moderation)! Uh oh, my time's running out. Support local business! Agh!
He was grabbed by a burly security penguin, but escaped in a flash.
The dazed news anchor rose up from behind the desk.
Thank you for the interview sir. Next up on PNN- caring for your first egg- does it really love you?
A riot broke out in the commercial sector of Penguinska City early this afternoon, resulting in damaged property, the disappearance of a rocket restaurant, and the abandonment of the planet by Obesoburgers (tm).
COMMERCIAL BREAK: Obesoburger ad begins, then static interrupts it. Return to news set, camera slightly off-center.
Sorry for that, we're having some technical difficulties. Joining us for an interview is one of the penguins claiming responsibility for the riot, representing the group known as... what is it?
My organization is the Health Food Ninjas.
Ah yes, and your name is?
For my own safety, I don't think I'll say.
Well, then I'll say it. Our guest is-
LALALALALALAAAAAA!!! You can't hear the name! LALALALALALAAA!!!
Please [LALALALALLAAAAA!!!] I'm trying to work an interview here. If you don't stop I'll have to-
The black-clad penguin knocked out the new anchor and jumped onto the desk.
Chicks, eat healthy. Eat fish, not burgers. Eat it raw or cooked, but never fried. Eat vegetables if you want to. Don't forget your vitamins!
Security began to close in on the set.
The Health Food Ninjas will now scour the galaxy of Obesoburgers and all other junk-fook restaurants (candy is okay in moderation)! Uh oh, my time's running out. Support local business! Agh!
He was grabbed by a burly security penguin, but escaped in a flash.
The dazed news anchor rose up from behind the desk.
Thank you for the interview sir. Next up on PNN- caring for your first egg- does it really love you?
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
What can i say, I really like these stories
@Dark, yes unfortunately it seems i kinda killed this game by posting a series of weak updates, but im not pulling the plug on it.
Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Whatever happened to the hooved avenger? 
Daftpanzer
canonically ambiguous
Thats an interesting story well since you didnt post any orders
, the Black Meese settled down in their asteroid base for several years. They became religious and philosophical. They eventually transcended this reality altogether!
The Hooved Avenger drifted through space for a while, abandoned. It then became the flagship of the Leprachauns, but they dissapeared pretty quickly. The ship is now drifting through space again. Currently in orbit of the old Zombie homeworld (inferno death world).
edit: BTW the leprachauns renamed it the 'OMG OMG OMG', or 'OMGx3' as i call it.
well since you didnt post any orders, the Black Meese settled down in their asteroid base for several years. They became religious and philosophical. They eventually transcended this reality altogether! The Hooved Avenger drifted through space for a while, abandoned. It then became the flagship of the Leprachauns, but they dissapeared pretty quickly. The ship is now drifting through space again. Currently in orbit of the old Zombie homeworld (inferno death world).
edit: BTW the leprachauns renamed it the 'OMG OMG OMG', or 'OMGx3' as i call it.
