Contest [Issue 63] Continue the Story

ganesha-1 · April 19, 2017

How do you create a spoiler?(plz dont tell me to go on youtube) :P

manish17 · April 19, 2017

How do you create a spoiler?(plz dont tell me to go on youtube) :P

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ganesha-1 · April 19, 2017

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Thx dude ;)

r_Valk8 · April 19, 2017

Wait so, I think there is a bit of contradiction. If there isn't, ignore this, but:

First, the Centre guards are trying to lock the scientists into one room so they work day and night in order to find a cure. But when these scientists finally find a cure, they are trying to stop them. Why is that? Is it because the Centre wants to save humanity from its name, that is:

*10 years later*

"Ooh, the Centre saved the humanity people, praise it".

Well, the Center found some other world class scientists to do the job and they wanted to get the credit for saving the humanity people. Since we {the scientists} betrayed them, they now wanted to kill so, so they could get the all the credit and fame.

kaisdf · April 19, 2017

Well, the Center found some other world class scientists to do the job and they wanted to get the credit for saving the humanity people. Since we {the scientists} betrayed them, they now wanted to kill so, so they could get the all the credit and fame.

Great story, but could do with a few thousand words of bulking up :P

@Pdox, I assume I wouldn't be able to comment on any errors...? And also if I were to write stories for each of three, would they all qualify...?

r_Valk8 · April 19, 2017

Great story, but could do with a few thousand words of bulking up :P

@Pdox, I assume I wouldn't be able to comment on any errors...? And also if I were to write stories for each of three, would they all qualify...?

Thanks.

Daniel898 · April 19, 2017

Process: Completed

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FADEAD

2089. It was a time of death and despair -- the Earth had just survived famine, drought and whatnot. With the population rising and more and more people dying each year, thanks to food and water shortages, the planet was rotting to its core. Scientists all over the world were gathered to find a solution and to put an end to the madness, where it all but went wrong. Terror struck the planet - there was nothing but rock and sand. The air became toxic. Plants and animals died. We, the humans, were on a path to extinction. Someone had to stand up and do something - someone who would work not for themselves, but for humans, and mankind.

Years passed. The promised success never came. The population dropped by millions each day. Gangs of robbers and scavengers lurked the surface, acquiring anything useful that laid in their path.

I was a lead scientist working at the Center of Population and Environment Control, or what was left of it. I received a message from my Center last night. I had to face an unforgiving reality -- I had been put in charge; I had to change the Earth and return it to normal…

There was no way I was ready. I still remember what the former chief said to me before he passed.

“Do your job, Fritz. I know you can do it right. Also, tap the bottom twice and tap right, then left and finally on the top. Opposite.” I didn’t understand what it meant.

I bounced my feet and took it all in. I was the future. I was what ended it, or saved it and everyone knew it. There was no more room for mistakes. The Earth was at its breaking point.

I heard something buzz from the door. That’s weird, the Center was a highly classified corporation underground. Most employees never came. The toxins in the air could kill you if you were outside for more than 10 minutes, and nobody wanted to risk their life.

I checked the security cameras. A tall, skinny man was standing next to the door, whistling. I grabbed a long knife and opened the door.

“Hey.” He said. “By the way, nice WELCOME mat.”

I didn’t know him. He was a young man dressed in a stained T-Shirt and tattered jeans. He wore a facemask. “How did you get here?” I asked sternly.

He yawned. “Same old, same old. You guys still have the security systems that cost millions of dollars.” He pointed at the cameras. “But you still have the $50 door and a rusty dollar store lock?”

He was right.

He started talking again. “Anyways, how’s it going? The name’s Arrow. Can I come in?”

I pulled out my knife. “Move an inch closer and I’ll saw off your arm.” I talked into my walkie-talkie. “Bring backup.” I had to scare him off, even if there was no one else in the Center.

He squinted at me and backed up a foot. “There’s no one here. You know that.” He picked at the grime in his fingernails.

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“I told you. The name’s Arrow.” He stuck out his hand for me to shake it, completely ignoring my knife. He moved his hand to his side. “I can help you.”

“How so?”

He looked up and down at me. “My knowledge, senses, skills and you-your… resources?” He looked satisfied as if he was proud that he found something. “Yeah, that’s right. We would be able to change the world.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“It’s obvious that you do. Have you looked around? The Earth is dying. What other choice do you have?” He blinked and shook his head. “You don’t have enough experience. I came in Professor Alvis’s time too. He declined my offer to help.”

I grimaced at the name. Professor Alvis was the former chief I talked about earlier. He was right. I really don’t have any other choice. “Fine, let’s work.

He grinned. “Great.”

We walk over to my computer. Data was swimming across the screen. Thousands of robberies every hour, death and suicide.

“That many huh?” Arrow pointed at the number of deaths per second. He plopped down at the computer. “Let’s see here…”

“Have you ever wondered how this all happened?” He asked and motioned around that room. “Disease, famine, tornado, earthquake.” He counted his fingers.

He continued. “There’s got to be a reason. Stuff like this doesn’t happen on its own. Sure, a shortage of food in a state, because there was a drought, makes sense. No biggie, but anywhere and everything across the globe?” He shook his head. “It doesn’t add up.”

“Pollution maybe? The aftermath?” I said.

“I don’t think so. We solved that problem a long time ago. In the 2050’s.” He hummed. “We perfected GMO farming, we found a way to purify water and cured cancer. That happened way before all this happened. So why are we in this situation?”

I had no idea. “Well, maybe. Um…”

“I got it. Let’s start off small.” He started grabbing his bag and walking out. He looked back at me. “Coming?”

“What are we doing?”

“Like I said, we have to start small. We’re breaking in and raiding The Organization of Criminal Activity. While we’re there, we’ll find clues.”

“WHAT?” I roared.

“But I’ve got a plan and weapons.” He whimpered.

“Weapons?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah, see for yourself.”

I crept toward his bag and opened it. I grabbed whatever was inside and picked it out. “Seriously, what the hell is this?” I howled. “These are just a bunch of sticky notes, staples and rubber bands. How do we raid the OCA with this?”

“See, put that do-hickey on your index finger and thumb and… yeah, put the staple on the end. ” He demonstrated the process carefully. “Now, pull the projectile back and let go.”

“Basically, we just made our own miniature crossbow.” He lifted a projectile. “These bad-boys can go up to 100 miles an hour. Plus, we have unlimited ammo. Just stay close.

We sneaked out into the gloomy night. The smell of exhaust and contamination made my nose sting. I plugged my nose and tried to breathe into my shirt.

“Yeah, I know, take one of these.” Arrow tossed me a facemask.

“Thanks.”

“Shoot, duck.”

“Ducks? Dude, they went extinct twenty years ago.”

“No, hide.” He hissed, then jumped into the crater on the ground.

I looked around and hopped in as well. “I don’t see anything,” I whispered. He closed this eyes and concentrated.

“I sense it. Gang of robbers coming from the North-East.” He crawls up to the top of the hole. “They see us, move. We have to split up.”

“Split up?” I looked out into the distance. There were eleven silhouettes in the heavy dust jogging our way.

“Here.” He tossed me a dozen and a half projectiles. “The brown one is the map. You see that boulder over there, yeah, that black speck. Bolt over there and never look back. Meet you there in…”

He tapped his knee. “Around 72 minutes, give or take a few seconds.” With that, he took off in the other direction.

The next hour was torture. I leaped into craters every minute and somersaulted behind rocks. It was a sheer miracle the robbers didn’t find me. I practically crawled my way to the boulder and plopped onto the ground.

I opened the sticky note. Sure enough, the map was there.

Leave to the “Crimmy Organization” in the morning eh?

No rush.

I dozed into unconsciousness.

“Wake up.” Arrow nudged my arm. “We gotta go.”

I open my eyes. “What time is it?”

“Around 3 AM, probably.”

“3 AM? Dude, let me sleep.” I turned and rolled away from him. “You said we were leaving the morning.”

“Exactly, it is the morning. 3 AM counts as morning.” He kicked me. “Besides, perfect time for a sneak attack.”

I limped out and started walking. Arrow took out his projectiles. “You know the drill right?” He yawned and massaged his eyelids. “Sneak in behind the guards, there are five by the way. After we take them out with the projectiles. Dodge criminals and get into the food storage. If worse comes to worse, we fight.”

“Whatever dude. So basically, hit dudes in the temple with folded sticky note, Pac-man around guards and start taking bread and water. Great, mhm.”

“Yeah.”

We walked in silence. I thought about life and the break-in. What if we die? How will we die?

“We’re not dying dude,” Arrow said.

Shoot, maybe I wasn’t just thinking it. “Anyways, there’s something in there I want to see.” Arrow continued. “I’ve been spying on the OCA for years. There’s always this one thing that keeps bothering me. And it’s always been there.”

“What is it?”

“It’s indescribable.” He replied. “By the way, we’re here.”

I looked up at the massive building with the silver letters “OCA” etched in the jet black metal. A tremor of evil echoed around the premises. I shuddered. “We’re going in?”

“Yeah. By the way, just in time. Those five guards just got here.” Arrow said. “That one has a taser, the one in the black suit has a whip and a knife in his pocket. The others are unarmed, no weapons with range. We can take them down.”

We sprint toward them and I loaded my projectile. The guard in the black suit screamed orders. They charged toward us.

“Here come the bad guys.” Arrow whispered as he took aim. He let go.

WHAP.

The projectile flew through the air and struck one of the guards right in the temple, he jerked back and plunged straight into the ground, unconscious. I pulled back and hit a guard in the eye. He roared and cursed. “My eye! It’s bleeding!” Arrow bolts up to him and uppercut punches him right in the jaw. The guard flails and hits the ground.

We peck off each of the guards and take their weapons. “Ooh, taser,” I said, clicking the button and looking at the ferocity of the electricity.

“I’ll take the whip then. We don’t have time. The others will find out soon.” Arrow announced urgently, starting the run toward the back door.

I followed. We opened it and followed the signs. Arm-wrestling championship to the left, torture chamber the right. Food storage up to the stairs. We crept up the stairs stealthily and start and break into a sprint through the hallway like blood in veins. Arrow stops and looks at a door. He edges closer to it as if in a trance.

“No way. This is it.” Arrow murmurs. “The thing I saw, you know, after all these years.” He picks out a screwdriver and a lockpick and opens the door.

The soft hum of machinery fills the room, similar to the hum in the Center. We instantly spot what Arrow was interested in after all these years.

Two vials of opaque liquid. One blue, and one red. The red one was almost empty and oozing toxic gasses. The blue one was shut with a cork. They both illuminated the room. A computer in the corner of the room was buzzing with data.

“Dude, check this out,” Arrow whispered. I nodded.

We tip-toed over to the computer and our eyes both expanded in disbelief.

The computer read, “percentage to complete spherical failure. 97.29993884%.” The percent raised by the second. 97.3%. 97.3345973%

“We have less than an hour, most likely.” He closed his eyes. “When that red vial runs out, everything does.” He flinched.

“We have to take the blue vial.”

“How do we open it?”

I scrambled my head for answers. I started crying, then bawling. I clenched my fists. I was so used to being right, always being told I could do it. I can’t do it. Even if Professor Alvis…

Woah.

Those last words. “tap the bottom twice and tap right, then left and finally on the top.” The secret code. The vials had a combination.

I quickly ran towards the red vial and punched in the combination. The computer’s alarm buzzed a terrifying sound. I kept working.

Suddenly, dozens of criminals poured into the room. “Stop him!” One man pulled out his gun and fired just as I slapped in the last motion for opening the blue vial.

The room exploded in light.

--

“Nice job.” Arrow was grinning above me. There was no criminal organization. I looked around.

The grass was surging from the ground, flowers bloomed across the Earth, the scent of the air was filled with life and the sky was a lovely shade of blue: something many people haven’t seen for decades. I closed my eyes and smiled. I had done my job and I had done it right.

With a little help.

~ 1946 words, 10550 characters

Edited April 20, 2017 by Daniel898
Valid entry!

Hex · April 20, 2017

@Pdox, I assume I wouldn't be able to comment on any errors...? And also if I were to write stories for each of three, would they all qualify...?

You're not allowed to comment any errors, and plus, you are allowed to write only one story.

“Shoot, duck.”

“Ducks? Dude, they went extinct twenty years ago.”

“No, hide.” He hissed, then jumped into the crater on the ground.

lol xD

And also, is the title of your story FADEAD? What does that mean?

Edited April 20, 2017 by Hexed

Crip · April 20, 2017

And also, is the title of your story FADEAD? What does that mean?

Maybe a kind of play on the "Faded" song by Alan Walker? I seem to remember the official video being of a guy on a sort of wasteland Earth.

Drazox · April 20, 2017

Story 2 -
by @78190-facebook78

for a very long time, in a small village far from everything, lived a family of peasants and a child was outside playing his name "Timmy"

One evening, when their only daughter was walking in the forest, she was struck by lightning and lost her life.

She stepped back miraculously, and walked staggering towards the village to find help.

But when she reached the great square, all the inhabitants stared at her and left her.

This is where the zombie came out of his gray and wind-choked tombstone and the zombie said to him: Flee or you will have to do to me in my horrible cemetery

Timmy first frightened, relaxed on seeing that the zombie wanted him bad.

They began to run with all his might.

The zombie was angry at the person.

The zombie went after him:

As you are distinguished and eloquent, I will so much like to devour your brain.

Amused by these words, Timmy replied:

Nan, help me a zombie wants me to have the brain!

It would be with joy! But the zombie was already tired ... and will catch up after a very long pose that Timmy would have had time to run away and hide.

It is enough that you think of a thing of genius, that you put your perfume to hide your smell and that I roll in the filth to impregnate me of stink.

This is how the zombie and the person wonder: where is it?

The person found himself in a sumptuous castle which seemed to him too luxurious.

He quickly realized that under the appearances, the life of zombie was not so perfect.

The latter were only primping themselves in a long time and their main subject of discussion was how to find blood. He was vexed by the fact that it was their only food.

Soon the person bitterly regretted his family. He thought of his tender, quiet, kind family, which they lacked.

Here, in the castle of the living being, each one was focused on himself and no one paid attention to the others ... let alone to him.

He realized why the zombie was so bored and he felt stupid to let him escape to his gray and wind chilled tombstone.

Afraid that his parents had already replaced him, he decided to go home immediately on the field, without finding the zombie at his heels.

Timmy came out of breath in front of his underground passage.

Once inside, what he saw froze in horror.

The zombie lay on the ground, the body of Timmy's family completely dismembered. At his side, his parents tried to resemble their fan.

As soon as he saw the zombie, the person assailed him with questions:

What does he want? But who is it? And why the hell did he wear your clothes?

The family of the castle explained the situation to them while helping them to sew the members of poor Timmy.

Once on foot, but completely mutilated, Timmy fled at all times before the family of zombies could catch him away.

Timmy, devastated, apologized to his parents for all he had done and told them how much he loved them.

But this did not prevent Timmy's family, crazy with rage, from visiting the family of zombies and crushing their brains.

One evening, when their only daughter was walking in the forest, she was struck by lightning and lost her life.

She stepped back miraculously, and walked staggering towards the village to find help.

But when she reached the great square, all the inhabitants stared at her and left her.

This is where the zombie came out of his gray and wind-choked tombstone and the zombie said to him: Flee or you will have to do to me in my horrible cemetery

Timmy first frightened, relaxed on seeing that the zombie wanted him bad.

They began to run with all his might.

The zombie was angry at the person.

The zombie went after him:
As you are distinguished and eloquent, I will so much like to devour your brain.

Amused by these words, Timmy replied:
Nan, help me a zombie wants me to have the brain!

It would be with joy! But the zombie was already tired ... and will catch up after a very long pose that Timmy would have had time to run away and hide.

It is enough that you think of a thing of genius, that you put your perfume to hide your smell and that I roll in the filth to impregnate me of stink.

This is how the zombie and the person wonder: where is it?

The person found himself in a sumptuous castle which seemed to him too luxurious.

He quickly realized that under the appearances, the life of zombie was not so perfect.

The latter were only primping themselves in a long time and their main subject of discussion was how to find blood. He was vexed by the fact that it was their only food.

Soon the person bitterly regretted his family. He thought of his tender, quiet, kind family, which they lacked.

Here, in the castle of the living being, each one was focused on himself and no one paid attention to the others ... let alone to him.

He realized why the zombie was so bored and he felt stupid to let him escape to his gray and wind chilled tombstone.

Afraid that his parents had already replaced him, he decided to go home immediately on the field, without finding the zombie at his heels.

Timmy came out of breath in front of his underground passage.

Once inside, what he saw froze in horror.

The zombie lay on the ground, the body of Timmy's family completely dismembered. At his side, his parents tried to resemble their fan.

As soon as he saw the zombie, the person assailed him with questions:

What does he want? But who is it? And why the hell did he wear your clothes?

The family of the castle explained the situation to them while helping them to sew the members of poor Timmy.

Once on foot, but completely mutilated, Timmy fled at all times before the family of zombies could catch him away.

Timmy, devastated, apologized to his parents for all he had done and told them how much he loved them.

But this did not prevent Timmy's family, crazy with rage, from visiting the family of zombies and crushing their brains.

Edited April 20, 2017 by 78190-facebook78

Daniel898 · April 21, 2017

Maybe a kind of play on the "Faded" song by Alan Walker? I seem to remember the official video being of a guy on a sort of wasteland Earth.

Woah, didn't think that deep. Originally wanted to name the story as "Faded", but then I figured that Faded sounded like Fadead.

Fade + Dead = Fadead. Plus, fading and dying had a lot to do with the story so I thought, hey, why not make this my title?

HAPPSHOT · April 21, 2017

Woah, didn't think that deep. Originally wanted to name the story as "Faded", but then I figured that Faded sounded like Fadead.

Fade + Dead = Fadead. Plus, fading and dying had a lot to do with the story so I thought, hey, why not make this my title?

lol i even wont be able to write a such a long story, whats the deadline though?

Hex · April 21, 2017

Deadline

The deadline of this contest is 1st May, 2017.

C.O.N.Q.U.E.R.O.R · April 23, 2017

This work amounts to 1877 words, I believe. I used WordCounter - wordcounter.net. For some reason, Microsoft Word has a different count.

2089. It was a time of death and despair -- the Earth had just survived famine, drought and whatnot. With the population rising and more and more people dying each year, thanks to food and water shortages, the planet was rotting to its core. Scientists all over the world were gathered to find a solution and to put an end to the madness, where it all but went wrong. Terror struck the planet - there was nothing but rock and sand. The air became toxic. Plants and animals died. We, the humans, were on a path to extinction. Someone had to stand up and do something - someone who would work not for themselves, but for humans, and mankind.

Years passed. The promised success never came. The population dropped by millions each day. Gangs of robbers and scavengers lurked the surface, acquiring anything useful that laid in their path.

I was a lead scientist working at the Center of Population and Environment Control, or what was left of it. I received a message from my Center last night. I had to face an unforgiving reality -- I had been put in charge; I had to change the Earth and return it to normal.

First and foremost, I was going to fix Earth - then, I would be able to locate the lower-priority scavengers using high-tech tracking devices. My plan was to gather a small team of the best scientists around the Center, a few with whom I was not on the best terms. After asking the arrogant Assistant Director Grant where certain scientists where, I was able to locate my colleagues.

After gathering them all into an unoccupied meeting room, I explained to them what my mission was and how I was promoted overnight. Only two out of the original seven acceded to my pleas to join with me and fix Earth. So, the Fix the Earth Foundation was formed, consisting of a computer scientist, an environmental scientist, and me, the only scientist with an unnamed profession in the Center - I studied why the Earth was doing all this weird stuff. The computer scientist was Dr. Miko Akagi, while the environmental scientist was named Dr. Chang Lee. My name is Dr. Jake Lane.

Our first few meetings were uneventful - just recaps of what we knew. After about a month, though, we started finding vital information about the terrifying catastrophes that had just taken place recently. A particularly alarming find in a book called The Mankind Chronicles was that it had something to do with what we humans were doing. At least, it sounded quite like the same thing. Unsettled by the fact that it could be the fault of us humans, we went to bed that night worried about how we would break the news to Assistant Director Grant.

The next day, Assistant Director Grant barged in on one of our meetings, prompting us to wonder what was wrong - usually, he would be acting all high and mighty in his over-sized cubicle, tearing down anyone who happened to pass by his office. He began speaking in that annoyingly high-pitched voice that he had.

"Well, my dear friend Jake, I can see you've found yourself a group of scientists," he started scornfully and sarcastically. At least, as scornfully as a man with a hamster voice can say something. "How far along have you gotten in your research?"

That question stopped me in my tracks - I wasn't ready to answer that question! An awkward silence ensued. I finally managed to stutter something out.

"Well, um, we have discovered that it is most likely the cause of, I mean, effect of, uh... it's most likely the effect of our new technologically advancements. I mean, technological advancements," I finished lamely.

His demeanor quickly turned around. He stared at me like I was insane. "That's preposterous. Preposterous. I refuse to believe it. Do you realize how much technology has impacted the development of... OF THE WHOLE EARTH?! Technology is what has gotten us this far. Technology is how we've survived the last three centuries. Technology is how we know what we know. Technology as the cause of this... this dilemma that Mother Nature has thrown at us? Preposterous!" He left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Dr. Chang looked at me, utterly perplexed. Dr. Miko had a similar expression, though he simply went back to work. I told them that the day was over. I just went home.

The next morning, I was mentally exhausted, but I knew I had to get to work. When I got to the Center, the receptionist told me that my colleagues were in Room 24D - right next to my office, which was Room 20D. I stopped by my office to drop off my laptop, then proceeded to 24D.

Without even greeting me, Chang told me that Assistant Manager Grant had fired them, and that they would no longer be continuing their research. When I heard this, I immediately called Assistant Director Grant and informed him that I would be resigning with my colleagues. The response? "Good."

We quickly found an abandoned shack next to the Center. I began my work while the others set up the tech we'd brought with us. Afraid of what I'd find, I flipped to my previous spot in The Mankind Chronicles. I discovered that a group called Infinity had developed high-power tech that allowed us humans to do practically anything. However, Infinity quickly became greedy for power and secretly drained an element called nitro-argon. Nitro-argon was necessary to live. A dome around Infinity HQ blocked this suction, but it was impossible to enter without a mark that was given by Infinity. So, Infinity forced everyone to either be slaves to them or be left out of the dome. In 2017, though, Infinity was overthrown from the inside. Though Infinity was gone, the effects of it remained.

A shadow of Infinity loomed, and it appeared that there was no cure for Earth.

A week of brainstorming later, Miko and I were left alone while Chang scavenged for food outside. We were making small talk when something dawned on me.

"... I remember when I was a kid, we used to -," Miko was saying. I interrupted, "What kept the people inside the dome safe?" Miko looked startled. "What do you mean what kept them safe? The dome kept them safe."

"Well, yes, but how?" I repeated. Miko picked up The Mankind Chronicles off of a nearby table, then flipped to the very end. "Here it says something about plants. It has an illustration here of a weird little green object. It says that plants used to cover the Earth before the catastrophes happened, but after the overthrowal of Infinity, they couldn't find any. They looked everywhere inside the dome, but could not find any plants that should have been there, so they couldn't fix anywhere outside the dome."

"Miko! That must be the key! The cure! We just have to go back to the Center and find whatever's keeping the dome alive and then plant it out here!" I grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "WE'RE SO CLOSE!"

Miko stared at me, unmoved. "Jake. We're fired. How are we supposed to get in?"

I screamed into his ear, "MIKO, YOU'RE A COMPUTER SCIENTIST! JUST HACK IN SOMEHOW!!"

His face still blank, "Fine."

Amazed at his power to keep a straight face, I shook my head and walked outside for a breath of air.

Miko handed over some papers to me the next day. "An electrician team is going in to rewire our old computers. I thought I could just disguise you as them, so I printed out a new identity for you. They're impeccable, as is the disguise I've 3-D printed for you. You will go in as an electrician, and then look for a plant. It'll probably be in the center of the Center."

I hugged him.

I walked in the next day, never doubting Miko. Apparently, I should have. Immediately after walking in, 2 armed guards grabbed me, each on one side of me. Knowing how tight security was in the Center, I didn't resist. They left me in a large cell. A man in a corner of the room was kneeling, apparently picking at the ground. I greeted him, not knowing what to do.

"Hi. What's your name?"

An odd laugh came in response. "I have no name, but I suppose you could call me... Mr. Director." He looked up at me and grimaced.

My jaw literally dropped. Now, I know that's usually just regarded as some stupid Hollywood nonsense, but yes, it dropped. "So... why are you here?! What happened?!"

He banged the wall. "Because of Grant. Let me tell you my story..."

I was once a computer engineer at Virginia Tech. When I developed something called Infinity, I thought it wouldn't amount to much. However, it turned out to become the biggest company in the world. As inventor, I was naturally the first choice for CEO, so I became the CEO of Infinity. But I wanted to be immortal. I demanded that my lead scientist make me immortal. He declined at first, but I threatened to place him into a torture chamber until he agreed to make me perfect. First, he explained to me that he would just clone my memories into a young man. I agreed. Unwillingly, he gave me a mixture of odd plants. At first, I was ecstatic. I made the old me Assistant Director. My old name, as you might guess, was Grant. Eventually, I gave up most of my power to him. He used it unwisely and unjustly. He was the one who came up with the idea for world domination. He was the one who devised the idea of the nitro-argon drain. He is Infinity's core. Defeat him, and you defeat Infinity's threat, which will leave you an open path to restoring Earth. I am the new Grant.

When he finished, I demanded to know something. "What is a plant?"

He laughed again. "A plant is what produces nitro-argon. Plant one, and you restore Earth. I believe that Grant planted his at the center of the Center. We called that place the Core. I have no idea where the Core is anymore. I seem to remember a black, iron door. But now... the only problem is how to get out..."

Back in the Center now, Miko was being applauded for his work by Assistant Director Grant.
"Now," Grant was saying, "Would you like to visit our new slaves?" Miko nodded.

Once there, Miko jeered at us. "How do you feel now, Jake? Acting all high and mighty around your peers doesn't help, huh?"

I grimaced, but refused to stop glaring silently at him. Then, Miko hopped into the cell where we were chained securely to the wall. He glared back at me. But then, unexpectedly, he jumped at Mr. Director and started choking him.

"Grant! Tell us where the plants are, or you die!"

I screamed, "THAT'S NOT GRANT!"

Miko replied, "Yes, but if he dies, Grant dies also! See," and pointed at Grant, who was choking on seemingly nothing.

Grant breathed out, "In the core of the Center!" before he died, taking Mr. Director with him.

I grabbed Miko and yelled into his ear, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU FLEABAG?!"

Miko pulled away, saying, "It was the only way. Trust me. I knew him well." He then helped me to my feet, where I saw something I thought I'd never see. A solitary tear had found its way down Miko's cheek.

We found the black, iron door with little help, where we found a tiny grass seed. Though thoroughly exhausted, Miko and I walked through the barren wasteland that surrounded the Center. Roughly two miles out, we dug a small hole and put the seed inside. After pouring water on it, we covered the hole again. Immediately, we felt a change in the temperature. A cool breeze surrounded us. In that moment, we both knew. The terror was over - a new beginning was nigh.

Looking back, the only question that I ask now is this: Why did Grant want us to fix Earth? He could've made us all slaves... the only reason I can give is that he repented. He knew that we would be able to do it, though he couldn't bring himself to. For that, even if for nothing else, I thank him.

Because my other account is not high rank enough to post on the forum, would it be possible to transfer the crystals to that account? The account's name is Delinquent.

Edited April 26, 2017 by Hexed
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ganesha-1 · April 25, 2017

Story 2 -

The gravestone before him was stone.

Grey, and chilled by the wind that swept through the graveyard, the words carved into it reflected the weak sunlight that filtered through the trees surrounding him. Three lines. A name. Two dates. A quote.

The same quote that was on a scrap of paper next to her the last time he had held her, the same quote that was underneath her final paragraph. The same quote that she wrote before she took her own life.

But now he knew differently.

He took out the card that had arrived in his letterbox five months after the burial. Two days before today. It was plain white, with a few lines printed on it. Anonymous.

It said that she didn’t do it. That it was someone else. Someone else who took her. Someone else who took her away from him forever.

It had an address. He would find it. And…kill the tank who took her away from him. The villain was identified as a thunder and viking with black paint and protection modules against each weapon ever existed in Tanki world. This tank was extremely popular and had too many people supporting him(cuz he bribed them with gold boxes). It was because of him he lost the love of his heart. He emotionally blackmailed and sexually assaulted her! He told everyone that she was his girlfriend! At one point, she went mad and self-destructed(#RIP4ever). The villain’s excuse? “She had taken too many drugs and went crazy last night, the filthy creep! I had been wasting my precious time with a F***ING DRUGGER instead of catching gold boxes!” The worst part was that people believed him! This gave him even more sympathy and fame! Now accusing the villain was dangerous as ever turret will turn to face him and fire. He would not be able to complete his mission…NO he would have to use stealth and kill him while making it look like an accident. No one knew that he was one of the best xp/bp tanker. UNBEATABLE. This was an excellent advantage! Practicing to hit those irritating targets(that move) will finally pay off!

No one knew where the villain lived. But armed with the address, he knew that the villain’s days were numbered. Or maybe, he thought. I can make someone else do this work….someone who has suffered more. After asking others and taking care of suspicious tankers, he drove into the famous bar “TANKER’S BAR.”. He enters the bar and orders a cup of premium oil. He took his cup and went to a table of rough and tough looking tanks. “Who are you noob?” they asked. “That is none of your business!” he said “I am ready to join your gang and get rid of that villainous tank! But I cannot do this alone. So I need your help.” They considered him for a moment. Cool paint, XT M3 hornet, XT M3 railgun…”okay, we will take you if you swear by the tanker’s oath.” The tanker’s oath, if broken, will result in the death of the tanker. “No big deal” he said and slid the cup towards them, raised his railgun and chanted:

“You do not know who to trust

And I know I must

This oath was made for truth

which is an extremely wonderful fruit

So I will take this oath

To make no loath

And if I do anything like having you fried,

When you get up, you will find that I have died.“

“Your good….” they said but he interrupted them. “I know where he lives” he said…[dramatic silence and three turrets nearly popped out of their hulls].. “Where?” Said three voices at once. The reply - “The address unfortunately came in a form of a riddle, and it says: this address is in pieces, solve it and you will fight me ([{and probably die…harharhar}]). To summon me, say “oh almighty, I am ready to die”(#lolsucker). Some say the first is the worst, but I say it’s the best, especially in ZEBRA, ORANGES(Hate the fruit but like the sound of it!), NEST, ELEPHANT……” When he looked up, the three tanks had disappeared. He could have sworn that he heard a loud tinkle of the door bell before he even completed the riddle. He knew that the villain was done for because the riddle was so easy. “Think again” said the tiny nagging voice in his main engine system. He thought over it and realized that the riddle was too easy. A powerful tank would want to hide his address with great difficulty.. He decided to wait till morning. He left and reached his humble house. It had a simple kitchen with a refrigerator. There were simple utensils neatly stacked in the shelves. There was a single bedroom with a bed for two. This room was connected to the bathroom. There was also a living room with two or three sofas. His house was painted white, green and pale blue. He just got to one end of the bed. The other end was reserved for his beloved. He shut his engines and went to sleep.

He was being pursued. The villain had made three hundred and seventy two clones of himself. They trapped him in Sandbox. All of them had double damage and defense with double speed boosts. They had tired his engines and made him use all of his supplies. They shot him dead. Strangely enough, he was still screaming. He had woken up. The bird(or rather a flying tank looking like a bird) was chirping at the window. He got up and realized that he was okay and that making clones was illegal. He got off the bed, made a warm drink of coffee oil(oil and coffee drunk separately is fine but drinking them combined made you stronger than a super drugged tank) and went to the nearby shop to buy newspaper. He read the headlines. THREE TANKERS DEAD IN MAP ZONE! IDENTIFIED TO BE CLUB AIMING TO KILL A GOOD GUY(the town thought that the villain was a good guy)…blahblahblah.. He threw the newspaper into the dustbin. He rushed home and read the card. ”…sound of it!), NEST, ELEPHANT. You will find me not where the gold falls when you say the summoning words.” He had understood what may have happened but not did not know where the villain lived(#irritation).

He waited patiently on the North end of Legend’s road. Funny idea, calling the place Legend’s road because you would only find noobs there. A twins M3 with hunter M3 arrived. They had been best enemies in school but they decided to compromise because the villain had affected them both. Our hero explained what happened to his enemy. They both agreed to go to map Zone.

It was midnight. The guards did not care when our hero and his enemy did not return from Zone. They never cared who returned except for gorgeous girls. They both stood in middle of Zone. They chanted “oh almighty, I am ready to die”. Nothing. The twins turned his turret to shoot his enemy but then there was a siren and they knew that a gold box was dropping. They waited until it hit the ground. It looked like a ordinary gold box but our hero was sure that there was something different about it. It was slightly bigger than it was supposed to be. He kept his distance from the box because it did not feel right. The twins was greedy and despite our hero’s warnings, he charged into the box. The box immediately exploded! Our hero was knocked out. When he revived, he realized that he had lost almost all of his health but that was nothing compared to what happened to his enemy! He had vaporized completely! He suddenly heard a horrible voice and moved faster than a railgun’s shot and hid. “It was a M3 twins and M3 hunter…” it was the villain!

He wanted to activate double damage but he knew that it was useless. Why the hell did he always have his supplies active at all times(#curiousrage)? What he said could not have been happier news. “They will never know that I live, not in Zone, but in INDUSTRIAL ZONE(#tanksarefools).” Chuckling to himself, he left the place. Our hero left the place cautiously and returned home.

He brought many supplies. He was ready for a battle! He went to Industrial zone. He chanted “oh almighty, I am ready to die” and activated all supplies. Nothing happened. He moved, disappointed, but still alert. There was a loud noise like a fire cracker and the earth in his initial position blew up. The villain came down from the building. A super super super super duper duper duper duper ultra ultra ultra ultra ultimate ultimate ultimate ultimate…OKAY,OKAY, CUT THAT S*** AND GET TO THE POINT!. Well(I am throughly insulted with myself), there was a great battle and they flew out of the map(#superdoublelol) and fell into the map. I will make the battle short. At one point our hero was running out of supplies(#givememoredrugs) and crashed into his house and it was ruined. When he opened his eyes, he saw the cup of coffee oil. Now I said that our hero made coffee oil but did not drink it(#logic). He drank it and what should happen…happened! Our hero rushed towards the villain like a meteorite and blew him up to death!

He was, of course, arrested but was released because he was high on drugs with the villain. So the best explanation they said that they were doing it for fun. As our hero was being interviewed, he revealed the truth and everyone believed him(#surprised)! After that, he lived happily ever after! !THE END!

ps. By the way, sorry for the abrupt ending but I was running out of ideas! XD :D ;D

ganesha-1

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Drazox · April 25, 2017

Story 2 -

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for a very long time, in a small village far from everything, lived a family of peasants and a child was outside playing his name "Timmy"