Kitties Take Over the World Near rural New York, an accomplished nuclear power plant stood on a hill, proudly looking over the fields where the farmers planted crops. A scientist named Dr. Christopher was on the verge of discovering a new power source. After creating the chemical called Methioawesome, he realized he could use it to vaporize trash and waste, turning it into pure energy. When he brought the finished chemical to the meeting room, and explained it thoroughly to the team, the lead scientist and the rest of the workers at the power plant vetoed his discovery because if the compound fell into the wrong hands, the dangerous chemical could end humanity. Mad with rage, Dr. Christopher threw his red vial out the window and heard it shattering on the smooth grass outside. However, he did not know that if Methioawesome combines with chlorophyll, it can become a chemical that enlarge objects. Nine stray and thirsty cats saw the vial. Since it looked like Kool-aid, they snuck around the bushes and trees, stood in front of the petite puddle, and took a lick. The bus screeched to a stop in Brooklyn, and thirteen year-old Parkerette climbed down the three steps with her friend, Sylvia, following right behind. “Have you heard about The Kitty Hour?” Parkerette asked over-excitedly as she patted her afro down a little. When her friend replied with a strange “no”, Parkerette just turned around and walked away. “Hey, where are you going, Parkerette?” Sylvia yelled from behind. “I am going to watch The Kitty Hour,” Parkerette replied angrily, ”Too bad you don’t love kitties like I do.” So, the two friends broke up after fifteen minutes of friendship. Parkerette crawled like a cat around the corner and down the street to her house. She clambered up the concrete steps to her front door which was, of course, covered in kitty drawings. A few seconds later, Parkerette opened the door and saw her mom standing there. “Hey, honey! What did you learn at scho-” she asked as Parkerette pushed her aside. Parkerette climbed up the stairs and down the hallway into her room, almost hitting the door frame. Parkerette looked out the window at her beautiful backyard, grass and tree leaves withered because of fall. “Ugh,” she declared, “I hate fall.” She closed the curtains, sat on her beanbag chair, and anxiously turned on her ninety-inch television. Holding the remote control, Parkerette clicked it a few times until she paused on channel nine. Suddenly, the whole room filled with joyful and upbeat music. From downstairs, she heard a muffled, but decipherable question, “Are you all right up there?” Of course, Parkerette was way too busy watching The Kitty Hour and didn’t reply. Out of the corner of the room, under the desk, her thirteen cats shuffled out, determined that Parkerette was in the house and not just some stranger. On the screen, images of animated kittens started appearing. Parkerette squealed with delight as her cats purred along with her. Suddenly, the television flickered and the screen turned grey. Gradually, the screen became darker and darker until it clicked off. Shortly after that, the whole house’s electric also went out. Parkerette’s room became as dark as night. The only thing she heard was her mom screaming and cats screeching. Then, just as quick as it had gone, the electric came back on. Parkerette screamed because of the sudden light. The television flickered back on. This time, it did not show regular kittens, but ones that were at least ten feet tall. A few seconds later, Parkerette concluded that there were nine kittens on the T.V. “Meow meow… meow… meow meow meow,” one kitten meowed. While that kitten meowed, subtitles appeared under the television screen. Hello, citizens of New York City. Then, the kitten licked its paw and looked at Parkerette menacingly through the television screen. Afterwards, came the next line of subtitles while the kitten meowed again. We would like to take over the world. Parkerette quickly backed out of her room and called for her mom. “Did you just see that?” she whimpered as she walked down the stairs. “Yup,” her dear mother said, “That was scary. But, I think it was just a prank, honey, nothing to worry ab-” Before she even finished the sentence, a large boom, followed by other booms, emitted from the front door. “See ya’ later,” Parkerette said uncaringly to her mother, “I am going to scram.” “No don’t go! It is too dangerous out there!” Parkerette, with her cats following, left her mother behind despite all of her warnings and grabbed her bike (that she earned by doing a pooper-scooper job) in the garage. The booms became fainter and fainter until… silence. Parkerette pressed the code (1234) to the garage and watched as the door slowly moved up. When the street came into view, she nearly fell off her bike. There were paw prints three feet wide in the road that led down the street and around the corner, right near her bus stop. She looked to the left, over the East River, at Manhattan. The paw prints came from there. She put her legs on the peddles and rodes towards Manhattan. As Parkerette rode along the sidewalk, people scrambled about, packing their bags to escape, running down the street, making frantic phone calls, and occasionally robbing stores. Finally, after crossing the Brooklyn bridge, Parkerette rode into the shadow of the skyscrapers. Everything was quiet and dark in the Financial District as she slowly got off her bike and walked with it. People seemed to have escaped already, or worse… to have been eaten by the kitties. “Ah! Help! Help me!” yelled a frantic voice. A boy about the same age as Parkerette was running across the street about one-hundred yards in front of her. Then, there were humongous dark figures that Parkerette couldn’t see, even though it was five p.m. Then, a piece of yarn blocked her vision and everything went dark.

Picture from Winner_Of_Turkey The excitement of "The Gold Box Will Be Dropped Soon" caused everyone go into maniac mode. My heart rate speeds up (I always do that in real life) and I quickly do to the garage to get my best gold-catching combo, which is rail-dictator. Everyone were eager and could stop moving. When I respawned, the gold box was right in front of me. Ooooooo! When the others saw the golden wonder, they all drove to it like they had rocket boosters. Using some strategy, I jumped on top of this nooby dude that had m0 wasp. Everyone was acting like evil kittens over the gold box. So, when I got it, they cussed at me real bad. Or.... Roses are red, Violets are blue, I got the Gold Box, So poop on you.

I sneakily drove behind the enemy's base, behind the buildings. Then when I saw that no blue team members was there, I snagged the flag and went to hide again. A wasp-railgun saw a glimpse of me before I could hide. He turned the corner and charged at me. Desperate, I shot a few times and I fled. I quickly drove to my base, dodging buildings and obstacles. The wasp-railgun took a shorter way and crossed the bridge. I see his golden light starting to charge up. Knowing I'm not going to make it on time, I put on my speed and charged. He shot and I made a triple side flip and captured the flag. I ranked to generalissimo and got 37000 crystals.

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Kevred aren't u in venumous vipers?

I may not be the best one. But I hope I win! Please read my story.

Part 4- Escape I don't know what to do. Ever since we escaped from the running Germans, everything that has happened in the past day has been a blur. People chasing us, streaks of black bullets zipped over our heads. Boris and I have been camping and living on the second floor of the abandoned Reichstag building, in the middle of Berlin. The Germans have us surrounded like cat and mouse and are ready to kill us on sight. We sleep on the ground and are surviving on occasional disgusting tasting rats that crawl at night, looking for food. Tonight, while I was laying on the cold, hardwood floor next to a desk, an ugly, fat, rat crawled by. Licking my lips and thinking about dinner, I followed the rat cautiously, like a lion stalking prey. The rodent seems to know my presence and crawls far away whenever I come close to catching it. Out the ornate door me and the rat goes, down the dusty, red, carpeted hallway. Two flights of stairs I climbed down, just to get a rat for me and Boris. Please, I need you for food. Just as I was feeling desperate and tired, I look up from the rat to go back to the room. And I see paradise. Boom,boom,boom,boom! I flung the door open and the door cracked the wall behind it. "Wake up! Wake up! Boris!" I screamed at him. Lifting his head off the ground, he replied sleepily, "Huh?" I told him a found a secret tunnel in the basement and that was our way out. Right after I explained my founds, his eyes snapped wide open and yelled,"What are you waiting for?" Boom, boom, boom! I become aware of the noise bombs. "Come on! Come on! The Germans are bombing the building!" "Okay, okay" a voice replied back. He basically jump down the staircases down to the dark, dusty, and cobweb filled basement and we plunge into the tunnel without even thinking. A piece of concrete falls down at the opening of the tunnel, wreathed in flames. The tunnel was probably 2 miles long from how long it took us to limp out of it. I lifted a small rock covering at the end of the cave and climbed up the petite steps in to a park because of the trees and playground. Weissenseer Park, the bent green sign said. Meanwhile.....at the Reichstag Building.. "Where are the victims?" Back at the park...... "We, my good friend, are out of the German's pursuit" Boris and I have survived and the we escaped by trekking to the city limits....unnoticed. The war finally has ended after a few years. And now, Boris and I live together in a small apartment in the middle of Berlin. We go to the rebuilt Reichstag building everyday to thank it for its help and hospitality during the war. Commander Nikolai was found in a pile of rubble near a building. We both went to the funeral and was really sad to see him go. Boris lived to the age ripe of 79 and I am about to go too.....

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Chapter 1 There was a guy who liked alpacas. The end