I'm going to write a story that stars anyone who wants to be in it. I'm going to try to get your personalities right. Trust me, it'll be amazing.
Trust me.
Post here if you want to be in it.
sure
I have one of these I'm working on. Well, was. I scrapped what I had and am thinking of new plot.
Put me in yours. What sort of character info do you need? Make a form and I'll PM it to you.
Well, I was planning just you. Like, Krowdon, Briar, Ungatt, even...Volkov. But just tell me what animal you'd like to be.
I sent you a message with more than you asked for. You are welcome. Krowdon is MINE so use her for This fanfic purposes only or I will hurt you.
Everyone, keep posting to tell me if you want to be in it. But...prologue.
It was a dark day in Spa.
Nonsense-drones whirred by the once poster-plastered streets, and Muddle-mumps scurried up passerbys' body to spark an extremely ill-thought-out long-winded arguement.
Muse was back in town.
A pothole covering slowly lifted up, revealing a vixen, who scrambled out and ducked into the nearest alley just before a Nonsense-drone whizzed by, eyes rolling wildly.
The figure gasped when a heavy paw landed on her shoulder. She was wheeled around to face a double-barreled SLF-CNTRL gun, standard Muse issue.
"Who you bein'?" the huge attacker grunted. The long gun began to revolve, random false facts filling the air:
Pi is 3.238979
The square root of the imaginary number 36 is -11
Muse is sane
"My name's Krowdon," she answered quickly. "I swear I don't work for Muse, really, I swear!"
"You bein' sure 'bout dat?" the assaulter said suspiciously. Krowdon nodded. He mysterious attakcer sighed in relief, her voice becoming more refined and educated.
"Good, because I really don't know how to use this," she said airily, waving the SLF-CNTRL wildly about, causing it to whine insanely and spurt green sparks. "I'm Briar. Nice to meet you." She extended the SLF-CNTRL for a shake. Krowdon hesitantly touched the tip, releasing a wolf-like howl and the sound of scrabbling claws. Krowodn grinned nervously and gently turned the gesture away.
"I'm from the Spa," she said. "What's going on?"
A steady grin grew across Briar's face. "Spa, the holy land. Tell me, is Ungatt really as tyrannical and wonderfully despotic as they say?"
Krowdon grinned. "And more."
"Will you take me there?" Briar asked wistfully.
Krowdon noted that the SLF-CNTRL was listing towards her again. She stepped to the side. "Of course. But first, take me to Muse. He'll know me. I'm getting to the bottom of this."
I wanna be in it too
Ferret. remember, always switches sides and very volatile.
Okee.
"DadadBOMdeday! DadadaBOOmdeday! Dadada-"
"Chief Prphet Muse!"
"What!!!" Muse snarled, turning in circles in his swivel-chair. Camaclue looked uncomfortable as he fiddled with his CMMN-SNS dissovler pistol.
"Briar escaped the Muse-iah Watch. She was last seen-"
"Wait!" Muse yelled. "Is this important enpugh to disturb my meeting?"
"Sir you're alone right now."
Muse looked around as if just noticing the empty conference room. "Where's Kyrolin and Briar.?"
Camclue sighed. "You put Kyrolin to death this morning, remember? And you tried to put Briar under house arrest."
"Isnt she homeless?"
"Yes sir."
"Then thats a stupid order! Who placed that.?"
The ferret howled in frustration and fird the pistol. The ugly bile-colored ray glanced off the wall above Muse's head.
The fox grinned. "Camaclue, get me more iced tea.!"
"Like hell he will!" Krowdon and Briar burst through the door.
me !
Write me in and make me the villain
Ok, that works.
"OMIGODWHOLETHERIN!" Muse screamed, scrambling onto the circular conference table. He made a mad dash for the door, but Krowdon leapt and grabbed his neck, slamming him onto the table face-first.
"God," he moaned, slinking to the floor, "I probably deserved that."
"Really?" Briar snapped, raising the SLF-CNTRL. It ended up facing Krowdon, but Briar got it under control.
She fired, at the same moment Camaclue shot his CMMN-SNS....at Muse.
The two rays of light combined over the fox's writhing form, lifting him into the air and slamming him against the wall. He fell back to the ground, limbs twitching.
He screamed...once. Then he stopped and got up.
"Idiots," he yelled, "those have no affect on me! I eat, breathe, PUKE insanity!"
Then he was cut off as Krowdon kicked him in the stomach. He fell again, wheezing.
"What is UP with you people!?" he howled.
Camaclue and Briar shrugged. "Dunno," Briar said. I just like to hit you."
Krowdon ignored her. "Muse, you're stepping down."
He gasped theatrically and raised his eyes up. "Oh Krowdon, did our long-lost love mean nothing? Do you not remember that thrill when we touched, that moment when-"
"What?" Krowdon said. "When we first met, I tried to strangle you and rip out your eyes!"
He shifted uncomfortably. "Well, maybe we had a rough start..."
"Then you set your parrot-dog on me..."
"I couldn't control it!"
"Then I shot you, and you swore to rip me apart and sow your farm with my limbs...."
He chuckled nervously. "All in good fun...."
"Then you tried to stab me with a spork."
His forehead creased. "Wasn't it a barbaque skewer?"
She shrugged. "Whatever."
"ATTENTION ALL INSANE SPAMMERS IN THE BUILDING," a thunderous voice boomed. A wolf, bedecked in dynamite and gas bombs, kicked down the door. His face was covered by a ski mask, and he held astick of dynamite and a match.
"I, ASHYRA NIGHTWING, AM TAKING OVER SPA. PLEASE ALLOW YOUR HOSTESS TO DIRECT YOU TO THE NEAREST BOMB BAY. " The figure grinned.
"Wul Snear herr to kiel!" he howled.
"THANK YOU, AND HAVE A NICE DAY."
FSST. BOOOOOOMMMMMM
You do know I'm a girl, right?
Put me in!
Make me an otter. If this is only vermin, then stoat.
Quote from: Ashyra Nightwing on January 19, 2012, 02:15:55 PM
You do know I'm a girl, right?
Rule 30. No girls on the internet.
Put me in as the creepy wildcat Mafia runner. Sorta like my reverse role as Spa FBI director (I'm assuming this because it seems to be from when the Spa federation was here).
Ashyra, yeah. The voice was you in a speaker. The creepy wolf was WS.
Raggon, this is all vermin, but yes.
DC, ok.
I want to have 90% more hats.
and make an epic twist where Ungatt is out of power and Sharptooh is in power
Yes, guys, please post remarks, criticsim, or praise here so I know what to change, add, or keep.
Count me in. I will be an otter...
I would like to be a small annoying vermin child
...........is that supposed to mean something? ??? ;)
It means that I would like to be a small annoying vermin child
" 'ello guv!" Muse flipped over in shock as a tiny ratbabe wearing a battered top hat poked his head out of the tunnel in the floor.
"Did you dig that yourself?" Krowdon asked in amazement.
"Naw mu'um, got me two chums to 'elp me swog yer grogspan. Rob yew," he added when he saw the four confused faces.
"Ah," muse said happily, "that clears things up."
" 'm Shadow, guv," the criminal mastermind said cheekily, grabbing Muse's paw and pumping it up and down. He saw the dazed look on Muse's ace. "Er, wossup wi' 'im?"
"He doesn't like touching," Camaclue xplained. Muse said, very softly:
"Erp."
"Haluo?" Wolf Snare said exasperatly. He tapped his chin with stick of dynamite. "Em kilin u rememburr?"
Krodon grabbed Shadow and shook him fiercely. "Can you get us out?"
"Sure 's my toffsoffler's me grangpaw," he asid, wriggling out of her grasp. "Oi, Raggie, Vargath, get up 'ere!" Two otters poked their heads out of the hole and looked around at the room. Raggon eyed the burn marks on the wall with amazement. "Cor, this place sure is nobby, ain't it Varg?"
"Loike a palace," Vargath agreed, running his paw across the dusty floor.
"Iye nede to keel y-"
"Just give us a moment, allright?" Krowdon snapped angrily.
"Keye", he ssaid titmidly.
Krodon pushed the others donwn the hole,a nd they were gone.
lol, DC hates being called Darkie
I know. Shadow's character equals total annoyance. :D
Update:
Ashyra banged the fist upon the table, glaring at Wolf Snare.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN,er, what do you mean you let them escape!?"
Wolf Snare shifted uncomfortably. "She azkced niseley."
Ashyra smote a paw across her brow and howled angrily. "Idiot! You're supposed to be a killer supreme, not a gentlebeast!"
"Sawry."
She sighed. "Whatever. Find me Dark Claws. Tell him I have a job for... can you remember this?"
He frowned behind his ski mask. "Rememburr wat?"
"Never mind, I'll tell him myself."
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Deep in the tunnel, Muse kept looking back anxiously. He wept silently. "My Spa! My glorious Spa, ripped from my claws! Oh what sorrow, oh what-"
"Shut up," krowdon growled. She was feeling veeeery irritable. She'd lost her axe somewhere in the back, and her shirt was covered in dirt. At least, she thought it was dirt.
There was a zap up in the front, and a little shriek. She heard Shadow giggle and then the zap again. This time, she recognized Camaclue as the one who was screaming.
"Hey, gimmer back my gun! Give it- Yow!"
"Come get it, yew ropebelly hingetrot."
"What does that even MEAN?!"
"Dunno."
Raggon whsipered, "We're here. They filed out of the tunnel into an abandoned Spa propaganda office. A large poster emblazoned the front door.
A VOTE FOR UNGATT IS A VOTE FOR UNGATT
Shadow bowed low. "This 'ere's me den, me home-sweet-home-me harlequick-on-th'-rye. Make yerselfs uncomfortable."
"Don't mind if we do," Briar said, sitting on a sofa that collapsed under her small frame. She looked up from the wreckage, blinking dazedly.
"So now what?," Krowdon said. "Muse?"
But Muse was staring off into space once again, his lips and eyelids twiching. Then he turned. "What?"
"What're we going to do?"
"Is there food?'
"Food?' Vargath said. "Wass food?"
Camaclue took Raggon and Vargath aside to explain the complexities of foodstuffs, while Krowdon, Shadow, Muse, and Briar had a Council of War.
Muse sat silently, musing about a nice hot roast, not too hot, mind you, roasted in shery, white wine, and olive oil, with a small squeeze of lemon....
"There's always Dark Claws," Briar said.
"Who's that?" Shadow asked.
"He runs the Spafia," Krowdon explained. "A dangerous criminal, but a good ally."
Muse snapped to attention. "The Spafia! Everyone run!"
They ignored him. Briar nodded. "We can find him in The Mos Spa Cantina."
"Isn't that the place with the really annoying theme song?" said Shadow.
"That's the bugger," Krowdon said darkly.
Loving references. I could b e a shady assassin weasel, who always works for the better pay?
Great. yeah, thanks, I ws wondering who'd pcik them up.
Spafia? Okay, I'll admit that's clever.
Woa seemed to have missed this . . .
Write me in if you feel like it, I'm always a Wildcat in stuff like this.
I was thinking that Sharpie and Ungatt were at war with each other and I kinda tried to intervene in a very stupid, pony related way.
You get almost annihlated by trying to stop the opposising forces.
Then I try to make Sharpie join the herd.
I was thinking you'd be more like a character that keeps getting clobbered to death by someone.
Put Blobfish in.
You're the very definition of incompetent, Muse. Go play pogs, or make pictures pretty in your favourite colouring book-- you've proven that your story telling skills lack substance and accuracy.
You're writing at, what, a fifth grade level afterall? I'm a king, portray it as so, or replace my name with a dimwitted imbecile; yours would be suiting, actually....?
....Some people's kids...
Quote from: Wolf Snare on January 21, 2012, 06:56:38 PM
You're the very definition of incompetent, Muse.
We all know that, which is why we like Muse.
...
Wolf Snare, you are insulting Muse for what he being who he is a LOOOOONG time back. Your time for insulting him has passed. Now find something relevant to say.
Wooooaaaahhh, Ill end you my published and prize-mone written work if you want. This is just for fun. Whaddya want, Dante? Milton?
Please continue Muse.
You can do whatever you want. It IS your story.
Quote from: Wolf Snare on January 21, 2012, 06:56:38 PM
You're the very definition of incompetent, Muse. Go play pogs, or make pictures pretty in your favourite colouring book-- you've proven that your story telling skills lack substance and accuracy.
You're writing at, what, a fifth grade level afterall? I'm a king, portray it as so, or replace my name with a dimwitted imbecile; yours would be suiting, actually....?
....Some people's kids...
Haha, why do you post anywhere ever?
And here I thought that I was the jerk-scourge of these young'ns. Turns out I was wrong. All hail Wolf Snare: King of the Unintentionally Hilarious Posts
derp derp something offensive derp.
I still want to see Blobfish makes his appearance! I have no time for this petty bickering, nor do you, Muse.
Quote from: Wolf Snare on January 21, 2012, 06:56:38 PM
You're the very definition of incompetent, Muse. Go play pogs, or make pictures pretty in your favourite colouring book-- you've proven that your story telling skills lack substance and accuracy.
You're writing at, what, a fifth grade level afterall? I'm a king, portray it as so, or replace my name with a dimwitted imbecile; yours would be suiting, actually....?
....Some people's kids...
Where the heck did this even come from? Let them have their fun...
My character kicks butt by the way. And I hope that this will be the past OOC post!
Why have fun, when you can be an internet badass?
I'm sure he'll post when he gets back, the power that comes with posting a blobfish story is too much to ignore. And the only one being offensive is King Snare; Lord of Bad Posting, Duke of Horrible Moderation, Earl of Bro-posting Online On the Internet.
Chapter Whatever:
Blobfish's Awakening
"Er, hello?" The torchlight danced on the moldy insect-coated walls as Ashyra carefully tripped her way down the stairs. "Mr. Fish? I was wondering..."
"It's Blobfish, broad. Blobfish. One word." The huge figure before her took a long draught from the hooka pipe clutched in his slimy steak-of-a-fist. The light shone of its glistening, blue, gurgling body.
"Sorry, Mr.Blobfish. I was wondering if you could contact Dark Claws?"
A circle of smoke puffed around Ashyra, clinging to her wet fur. "Listen broad, an' listen good. Blobfish don't do nothin' fer nobody fer free. I want t' see some cold, soft dough."
With a grimace, Ashyra reached into her pocket and withdrew an unbaked cookie, dotted with cold chocolate chips. She tossed it somewhere up Blobfish's grossly expanded frame, where it dissapeared with a squelch. there was a slow rumble, then Dark Claws appeared, two vixens under each arm, each grasping a bottle of imported Jamaican Rum. Dark Claws guffawed at something one of the vixens whispered, then stopped when he saw Ashyra nd Blobfish, the latter who was now humming "Swanee River."
"darn," Dark Claws growled. With a pop, the two vixens disappeared, taking, much to DC's chagrin, the rum. Dark glared murderously and Ashyra.
"What ya playin' at," he said in his heavy Russian accent. "Does prrivacy mean notting to you?"
"Shut up, " she snapped, and massaged her temples. Beside her, Blobfish had changed his tune to "Auld Lang Syne."
"Muse was rescued by a few urchins and some Ungatt die-hards. I need your Spafia to bring them back."
He rubbed his goatee thoughtfully. "I want payment. This not easy to do."
"You'll get whatever you want if you do this. I swear."
Blobfish paused. "She's ly-ing."
Ashyra kicked him. He giggled and resumed humming.
"Fine, now I swear."
Dark Claws raised an eyebrow at Blobfish who nodded. The wildcat grinned. "Deal."
Come on Asassin ferret
So I'm guessing WS is out?
WS out?
After the last few posts regarind him it is completly your choice. I would say keep because of author's power
Author's power=oxymoron...UNLESS I'M CONCERNED! AND I SAY WS STAYS!
Author's power to the rescue.
A russian evil wildcat? And how come my character always dates foxes? This is the RWL godfather, not the mansion. Ah well, good idea, but make my guy a qua zillion agent.
Chapter Number
Mos Spa Cantina
Krowdon lay her head on the dirty table, paws covering her ears. "Turn...it...OFF!"
Shadow was dancing on the table, jigging up and down. One of his flailing footpaws whacked Raggon in the eye. Vargath leapt off his chair to assist his fallen mate, while Briar glanced at Krowdon. "What, the music?"
"No, him!" Shadow accidently kicked a mug into a nearby patron's stomach and grinned. Krowdon glared at the rat quartet blasting the same song from an hour ago over and over in the corner. "Don't they know any other songs?"
"Nope," the ferret said from behind the bar. He spat in the mug clenched in his claws, wiped it with his tail, and tossed it to the weasel serving the patrons.
"Figures," Krowdon sighed. She checked her Mickey Mouse Platinum Edition Glow In The Dark Wristwatch-only $5.99 not counting hospital bills!- and frowned. "6:17. Dark's way late."
"It's getting dark?" Muse said frantically. Briar patted him on the head.
"Go back to sleep."
"Naw, let 'im stay up. We'll get 'im t' bed fer good." Briar reached for her SLF-CNTRL, but a fizzing PCRSTNTN bolt hit her in the side of the head. She blinked, yawned, and said:"Eh. I'll shoot him later."
The ferret grinned wickedly and lowered his gun. "Yew wanted Boss Dark?" The bar door opened, and Dark Claws walked through, a STPDTY blaster in his paw. The patrons ran for the exit, but the weasel waiter snarled and jolted the first with a Standard Issue SPZZTC-taser. The rest backed off hurriedly.
The ferret cocked his gun. "Want me t' shoot 'em, boss?"
Dark Claws waved a paw. "Do not shoot, Durza. We keep alive, forrr now."
Remember, a qua zillion agent (cause its better than being a double agent).
Very nice Muse. I like my character, very much.
"Mos spa cantina"
Love it! :D
I am sickened by the lack of Ungatt in this story.
Seeing as you never post, why would you be in this? :P
Your coming up, just wait.
Put me in. A ferret with a german accent and full battle uniform, complete with medals. Covered in guns. Like this. But more so.
(http://www.achtung-blitzkrieg.com/acatalog/SSAllgTunic200.jpg)
Rakefur, my best Spafia assasin. Or not. But it would be a good idea.
and I'm in a mental state between sheer insanity and sheer stupidity
"I want in. Only I want to be a nazi." -Rakefur 2012
Dem jackboots.
Quote from: Kilkenne on January 30, 2012, 08:23:56 PM
"I want in. Only I want to be a nazi." -Rakefur 2012
That deserves to be siggied, I'll try to fit it in.
UPDATE DANGIT!
ooh can i be in this?
Post whast you want to be.
MUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Update the dang story.
I can't till tomorrow. Sorry.
Today's tomorrow.
UPDATE!
Ok, good god people. Lizzie.....heh heh.
Chapter Gillion-bajillion-fafafillion
One and three-quarters ounce of faith
Krowdon insantly sent her drink flying at DC. The wildcat caught it and drank it in one gulp. then he chucked the drink back so that it smashed into Shadow's cheek, throwing him across the bar. Krowdon was hit by a crackling beam of energy as the window's crashed and two forms leapt into the room. One was a feeret in an impeccable Ugnazi uniform, the other.....well, it must have been a female, because no male...well, no female looked like that either. So Muse took a wild guess.
"Ringo?"
The thing snarled. It had a horrifying lisp. "Yeth, Muthe. Remember me?"
Muse shuddered. " I do, in the middle of the night, when the owl's hoot and the lightning bugs devour my brain..." He fell to a shiverin gheap on the floor. The ferret cocked an eyebrow.
"You arre knowing heem?"
"yes," the thing ( a fox) said. We used to go out, before he tried to kill me."
Raggon and Vargath screamed and ducked under the table as Durza ran at them, his gun firing willy-nilly. One chance shot hit Briar in the chest. She piroutted and fell heavily on top of Camaclue, who threw her off...and shot Vargathy in the head. He grinned.
"Once and Ugnazi, always an Ugnazi."
Raggon was hit by the ferret's fist, a heavy whack that caused DC to grin.
In a minute, the whole of the rebels were down and out.
Muse how DARE YOU! Heehee it's funny though.
Nice update. I don't have enough swag though. Prohibition Swag.
What the heck is going on here?
Just make Ungatt and Sharpie come and have there be a massive free for all.
Cahpet One
Krodon's Prohibition Swag
Suddenly, Camaclue turned and shot DC in the back of the head.
"But you're not an Ungnazi."
He tossed a gun from his belt to Krowdon, who leapt up and blasted Durza in the chest. He flew into a nearby vodka cabinet. Krowdon saw the dribbling liquid and leapt for it, lapping it up. When she looked up, there was a crazed look in her eye.
'PROHIBITION SWAG!"
She grabbed a groaning Shadow by the ankle and toosed him towards Rakefur. The ferret screamed as Shadow fastened his teeth onto the Ungnazi's wrist, gnawing fiercely. Krowdon dragged Muse up and used him as a shield as Ringo let out a volley of shots. The blasts hit Muse with a huge crack, sending him straight up and through the roof.
He didn't come down.
The fighting stopped as they clustered under the whole, looking up. Shadow scratched his chin.
"Where'd th' guv go?"
The roof exploded, revealing a helicopter, blades whirring, with a wildcat head emblazoned on the sides.
"Ungatt," Camaclue whispered.
A wildcat leaned out of the open bomb bay. "Get your pathetic rear ends up here on the double!" A rope dropped. Camaclue and Rakefur scurried up, followed by Briar, Raggon, and Vargath. Then DC sat up, clutching his jaw.
"Eediots! Don't let theem be escaping!"
Ringo and Durza fired, but Krowdon ducked the blasts and hurried up after Shadow. DC shook his fist angrily as the bomb bay doors closed.
"Curse you Ungaaaatttttt!"
A rat Ungnazi shoved an unconcious Muse into Camaclue's arms while Ungatt stood up. The hanger was small, already housing three Ungnazi's in addition to the two pilots. Ungatt scowled.
"Hold on, I think-"
There was a massive boom, and the helicopter rocked.
"What the hell is that!" Ungatt yelled.
One of the pilot's leaned back, his face grim. "It's the Tooth-Zeppelin!"
Another shot shook the helicopter. Krowdon snarled, prancing about and waving her gun.
"Blow 'em sky high! Shoot 'em down! Make 'em-"
A third shot from the massive war balloon sent the helicopter spinning through the air.
Sharptooth was here.
Nice Muse, you story is definitly full of action. Loving how characters are portrayed.
So am I the Ungnazi?
yes you are. Obviously.
Can I have a part where i argue with Ungatt and go on Firetooth's side?
How about a conflict where my current pay is questioned and I (go to a different/ stay on the same) side?
And can we get to the part where I start being a quazillion agent?
And don't overkill the Russian accent.
DAS DE POINT! EES MEANT TO BE BEING FUNNY!
It's funny till its overkill.
Update!