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Intro


Patrick sat down at his computer, opened Inheritence Forums, checked out a few topics he liked to keep and eye on, and then suddenly noticed he had a message. He opened the message and it read, "You are wanted on IF". Patrick couldn't make a head or tails of it. He was already on IF, so what did they mean? And who was it from? Eventually, he visited his profile. And again noticed that a mysterious member had left him the message, the same message. He scrolled down to the bottem of his profile. In the bottem right, a dull box said "Enter IF". What was that supposed to mean? Patrick was already on IF, wasn't he? He decided to see what would happen. He clicked it.

Half an hour later, a voice called up from down stairs, "Patrick come down for tea". But Patrick didn't come down. Because he wasn't there anymore.

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A figure dressed in black, a cloak billowing round him, long hair fell out the hood, the figure ran. The figure had a message to diliver. An important message. Currently in Inheritence Media in the Cyle region, the figure ran to the Index transportation service. Train, bus, horse, plane, so many methods of travel. Descrite, the figure needed to be. Horse, figure chose and the figure rode it all the way to the Addy Hut.

Behind him, moving somewhat faster that the figure, was a man on a motorbike. His cloak had a name tag on the front. And GM on the back. The name tag said Rinion. Renion could see the figure in the distance. He pulled out his bow and arrow aimed and shot. The figure heard the wistle of the arrow and whispered a few words in the ancient language. The scroll dissapeared just mere seconds before the figures heart was peirced by a well aimed arrow. The figure slumped to the floor, blood oozing out of his chest. Rinion pulled up next the the near-dead body. The figure looked up at Rinion.

"Curse you Rinion" the figure rasped.

On a members profile, the avatar became read. The usergroup became Permabanned. Far away, in Annoucement and News Town suberb, a small group of intimidated noobs cheared as they watched the members list. Their tormentor was dead, and Permabanned. The mysterious figure's soul had left IF forever.


OOC: So, what do you think? Can you work out who the Figure was? And for some reason, in paragraph 3, I felt like writing it in sort of poetry style. Likee?

This post has been edited by i2enegade: 29 October 2008 - 01:08 PM

[Nienor]

Love it! I do not know who the guy is, and I really enjoyed the format of the story.

Patrick entering his computer reminds me of Demons Don't Dream A Xanth book by Piers Anthony.

I have never been incorperated in a story, but then again I never asked. So basically, I am asking you.

[Pasteurized]

Thanks, yeah sure you can be in.

[Suicidal Bunny]

This is pretty good, it's short but good.

I'm guessing it's sogemplow.

[Pasteurized]

Yeah, I'm not that great at doing long peices of writing. Thanks and did Sogemplow get Permabanned?

[Nienor]

I have no idea, I have't been around anywhere other than the writer's hangout latly.

[Pasteurized]

Well, I don't think the figure went to the Wriets hangout very much.

[Nienor]

And I will dread the day it does. When can you post the next part?

[Pasteurized]

As soon as I write it! Prolly wont be today.

[Nienor]

Darn. I'll wait.

[Pasteurized]

Tah DaaaaaahhHHHH!!!!!1!!!1101

[big]Chapter One[/big]

Renegade fell through the air, fast, scared. He didn’t have a clue what was going on, but then again, nobody knew what was happening when they first arrived. Renegade landed with a thump. Dazed, he pulled himself to his feet and looked around. He appeared to be in some sort of station. It was large and dirty, full of people moving swiftly around as if they didn’t want to be seen. Upon inspecting a nearby map, after much careful deliberation, Renegade decided that the best place to go to would be to Welcome Mat, thus was largely due to the sign reading “New arrivals report to the Welcome Mat”.

After buying a ticket from a shifty looking fellow, Renegade climbed onto the train. The train was large and clean, as if in contrast with the station. It was full of people, most of which were staring at the late arrival, with irritated looks on their faces.

I have got to get myself some new clothes Renegade thought to himself. It didn’t look like there were any seats, but just then, one hooded person flew off his chair and into the wall opposite, a gaping hole in his chest. A yellow sign floated above his head for a few seconds, it read “Suspended”. Renegade recoiled as the attacker stood up. He was holding a medium size gun. On the side it said “Super Soaker Plasma Blaster.

“You sit down now” The figure ordered and Renegade had to comply. Nervously, he perched in the edge of the seat.

“We have been waiting for you”, he said in a voice that was used to being disobeyed, “We are putting you in a secret attack unit, don’t worry, you will be trained”.

He shifted slightly in his seat and revealed a name tag. It read “Bucket”.

So that is who this strange fellow is. Renegade thought. “So, who was that you just….blasted” he asked.

“An officer named CuLDud, he has been playing both sides. It was careless of him to leave his diary lying around. Hmmm, it told us that he desperately wanted to be a Mod, and the only way he could get noticed was to become a spy. He has had it coming for a while.

“Ooooookaaaayyy” Renegade replied slowly, this was turning out to be very strange indeed. Back when Inheritance was a Forum not a….planet, Renegade had liked CuLDud, and now he was dead, murdered by a Super Plasma Blaster wielding Bucket. And this Bucket huy, who had a reputation for having a low self esteem and all that, was now giving him orders and signing him up to some strange attack force. It was all just too….


“We’re Here” Bucket’s voice interrupted Renegade’s thoughts

“Here?” Renegade questioned.

“Yes, we have arrived in FTD Town”.

Renegade though back, once again, to when it was all just a forum. FTD used to be a whirling black-hole of idiocy and darkness. The appearance of the town fitted its description. It was dark, with thin dirty allies. On all of the buildings, above the doors, they had nameboards. “Come here when you want Darkness, Brain Right Now, Lions, Task 1, Task 2” are some of them. “Task 2” and “Become Hadha’s Slave” were the most active, with loads of boastful sinister people entering and exiting.

“Come we have arrived, the master is expecting you “ Bucket led Renegade into a a rundown building. Just in time, Renegade looked up, the nameboard read “Coup D’etet”.

<insert Jaws Theme Tune>

[Royal Tourist]

Nice story i2enegade I am watching with interest. Love the whole going into the forums idea.

[texasrider]

This is weird, but awesome. Could I PLEASE be floating around somewhere???

[Pasteurized]

Yeh sure. Thanks people.

[PandaSlayer]

Who was that figure in the first post?
Its good, like the whole going into the forums thing.


Can I be floating around aswell? In a Panda suit!