Post by LegoAgentFigure on Apr 14, 2018 23:11:44 GMT
I know, this is so ancient, because I started writing this on the original message boards. But hey, I've finally finished it.
Prepare for epic.
Hey TheGreatCon, the story is finally finished and is going up. (I think I was supposed to tag someone else, but I've honestly forgotten. Sorry about that to whoever I forgot to tag. )
I know, this is so ancient, because I started writing this on the original message boards. But hey, I've finally finished it.
Prepare for epic.
Hey TheGreatCon , the story is finally finished and is going up. (I think I was supposed to tag someone else, but I've honestly forgotten. Sorry about that to whoever I forgot to tag. )
I'll post the first part soon.
*Prepares for epic* :0
I'm intrigued! :0 Can't wait to see the first part, good sir. ^_^
I know, this is so ancient, because I started writing this on the original message boards. But hey, I've finally finished it.
Prepare for epic.
Hey TheGreatCon , the story is finally finished and is going up. (I think I was supposed to tag someone else, but I've honestly forgotten. Sorry about that to whoever I forgot to tag. )
I'll post the first part soon.
I has been much too long since I've read a story by you, LEGO. I CON't wait for the first part!
I know, this is so ancient, because I started writing this on the original message boards. But hey, I've finally finished it.
Prepare for epic.
Hey TheGreatCon , the story is finally finished and is going up. (I think I was supposed to tag someone else, but I've honestly forgotten. Sorry about that to whoever I forgot to tag. )
I'll post the first part soon.
I has been much too long since I've read a story by you, LEGO. I CON't wait for the first part!
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Apr 17, 2018 5:04:48 GMT
Chapter One ~ An Unusual Encounter (Part 1)
I walked along the street to the Sombrero Club. It was quiet. I walked along undisturbed until I saw him – A minifig with a rank pin labelled Moderator. I started sweating. The Mod started walking towards me faster. I walked faster. I took a turn right down Club Street. The Sombrero Club was right ahead. I could make it if I run… I thought, gritting my teeth. I glanced behind me. The Mod was walking faster then I thought. The Mod was also ready to run. Yep, he was after me. I was hoping he’d turn in a different direction then me. I straitened my Sombrero nervoulsly. I reached into my pocket and touched the handle of my mini Sombrero disc shooter pistol for reassurance. I glanced at the Mod behind me again. He was literally breathing down my neck. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. I suddenly broke into a sprint. I looked in front of me, but a flash of brown blinded me. I felt stinging pain, and I heard a loud bang. I crashed into the Sombrero Clubs door. I dropped to the ground, feeling dizzy all of a sudden, and I saw through blurred vision that minifigs came rushing out of the Sombrero Club. “What happened to you?” I heard someone say. It was my friend (or enemy, whichever you choose), SweetCrazy6. I frowned. Sweets didn’t wear a Sombrero, yet she still entered the Sombrero Club. “Anarchy.” I groaned. “Are you okay?” Someone asked. I felt someone lift me up roughly by the coller of my chainmail shirt. I blinked a few times to clear my vision. It was the Moderator. He said gruffly “I’ll only warn you once: Please don’t get yourself banned!” I saw for the first time what he looked like. He wore a black coat that wasn’t zipped up, showing a white top underneath. He had a grumpy expression and a black cap. He wore black pants with worn work boots. I realised everyone was glaring at me. I guessed it was because I had received a ban warning. It was only natural for everyone to dislike that.
P.S the epic-ness hasn't begun yet. Just saying, if you were disappointed by this part.
I walked along the street to the Sombrero Club. It was quiet. I walked along undisturbed until I saw him – A minifig with a rank pin labelled Moderator. I started sweating. The Mod started walking towards me faster. I walked faster. I took a turn right down Club Street. The Sombrero Club was right ahead. I could make it if I run… I thought, gritting my teeth. I glanced behind me. The Mod was walking faster then I thought. The Mod was also ready to run. Yep, he was after me. I was hoping he’d turn in a different direction then me. I straitened my Sombrero nervoulsly. I reached into my pocket and touched the handle of my mini Sombrero disc shooter pistol for reassurance. I glanced at the Mod behind me again. He was literally breathing down my neck. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. I suddenly broke into a sprint. I looked in front of me, but a flash of brown blinded me. I felt stinging pain, and I heard a loud bang. I crashed into the Sombrero Clubs door. I dropped to the ground, feeling dizzy all of a sudden, and I saw through blurred vision that minifigs came rushing out of the Sombrero Club. “What happened to you?” I heard someone say. It was my friend (or enemy, whichever you choose), SweetCrazy6. I frowned. Sweets didn’t wear a Sombrero, yet she still entered the Sombrero Club. “Anarchy.” I groaned. “Are you okay?” Someone asked. I felt someone lift me up roughly by the coller of my chainmail shirt. I blinked a few times to clear my vision. It was the Moderator. He said gruffly “I’ll only warn you once: Please don’t get yourself banned!” I saw for the first time what he looked like. He wore a black coat that wasn’t zipped up, showing a white top underneath. He had a grumpy expression and a black cap. He wore black pants with worn work boots. I realised everyone was glaring at me. I guessed it was because I had received a ban warning. It was only natural for everyone to dislike that.
P.S the epic-ness hasn't begun yet. Just saying, if you were disappointed by this part.
I walked along the street to the Sombrero Club. It was quiet. I walked along undisturbed until I saw him – A minifig with a rank pin labelled Moderator. I started sweating. The Mod started walking towards me faster. I walked faster. I took a turn right down Club Street. The Sombrero Club was right ahead. I could make it if I run… I thought, gritting my teeth. I glanced behind me. The Mod was walking faster then I thought. The Mod was also ready to run. Yep, he was after me. I was hoping he’d turn in a different direction then me. I straitened my Sombrero nervoulsly. I reached into my pocket and touched the handle of my mini Sombrero disc shooter pistol for reassurance. I glanced at the Mod behind me again. He was literally breathing down my neck. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. I suddenly broke into a sprint. I looked in front of me, but a flash of brown blinded me. I felt stinging pain, and I heard a loud bang. I crashed into the Sombrero Clubs door. I dropped to the ground, feeling dizzy all of a sudden, and I saw through blurred vision that minifigs came rushing out of the Sombrero Club. “What happened to you?” I heard someone say. It was my friend (or enemy, whichever you choose), SweetCrazy6. I frowned. Sweets didn’t wear a Sombrero, yet she still entered the Sombrero Club. “Anarchy.” I groaned. “Are you okay?” Someone asked. I felt someone lift me up roughly by the coller of my chainmail shirt. I blinked a few times to clear my vision. It was the Moderator. He said gruffly “I’ll only warn you once: Please don’t get yourself banned!” I saw for the first time what he looked like. He wore a black coat that wasn’t zipped up, showing a white top underneath. He had a grumpy expression and a black cap. He wore black pants with worn work boots. I realised everyone was glaring at me. I guessed it was because I had received a ban warning. It was only natural for everyone to dislike that.
P.S the epic-ness hasn't begun yet. Just saying, if you were disappointed by this part.
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Apr 18, 2018 23:02:56 GMT
(Part Two)
“What did I do?” I asked weakly.
“Tried mentioning innappropriate stuff – Multiple times.” The Mod said. “Oo-er.”
The Mod dropped me, and I fell onto the cold hard concrete. Everyone left me lying there, except one - who wore blue jeans, a brown jacket and a beige top with a green Sombrero. TheGreatCon, my friend, helped me up. I rubbed my head. “You okay?” Con asked. “Never been worse.” I replied, then asked, “Why do you think I got a ban warning? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Con shrugged. “Happens to everyone.”
“Except you.” I stated. Con sighed. “I dunno.”
I looked at the ground. A thought occoured to me. I looked up. “Have you noticed anything unusual going on around here?” I asked. Con frowned. “I haven’t seen WhiteAlligator, StevensBike, MKM or any of the other Mods.”
I nodded, then pointed in the direction of the Mod I’d just encountered. “Apart from that guy of course. I’ve never seen him before though.” I said.
“Yuppers. So: No Mods we know have been present.”
“Yeah.” I said suspiciously. An idea came to mind. “Con.” I said. “Grab your sword, ‘cause we are going to investigate what’s up.”
“Are we doing this alone?” Con asked.
“Yes.”
“Are we really doing this?”
“Yep.”
Con groaned. “This isn’t gonna end well.”
“Nope.”
Sorry for the strange formatting. Something got pretty messed up when I copied and pasted this from the word document.
“Tried mentioning innappropriate stuff – Multiple times.” The Mod said. “Oo-er.”
The Mod dropped me, and I fell onto the cold hard concrete. Everyone left me lying there, except one - who wore blue jeans, a brown jacket and a beige top with a green Sombrero. TheGreatCon, my friend, helped me up. I rubbed my head. “You okay?” Con asked. “Never been worse.” I replied, then asked, “Why do you think I got a ban warning? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Con shrugged. “Happens to everyone.”
“Except you.” I stated. Con sighed. “I dunno.”
I looked at the ground. A thought occoured to me. I looked up. “Have you noticed anything unusual going on around here?” I asked. Con frowned. “I haven’t seen WhiteAlligator, StevensBike, MKM or any of the other Mods.”
I nodded, then pointed in the direction of the Mod I’d just encountered. “Apart from that guy of course. I’ve never seen him before though.” I said.
“Yuppers. So: No Mods we know have been present.”
“Yeah.” I said suspiciously. An idea came to mind. “Con.” I said. “Grab your sword, ‘cause we are going to investigate what’s up.”
“Are we doing this alone?” Con asked.
“Yes.”
“Are we really doing this?”
“Yep.”
Con groaned. “This isn’t gonna end well.”
“Nope.”
Sorry for the strange formatting. Something got pretty messed up when I copied and pasted this from the word document.
LMBE doesn't like it when you paste more than one line.
“Tried mentioning innappropriate stuff – Multiple times.” The Mod said. “Oo-er.”
The Mod dropped me, and I fell onto the cold hard concrete. Everyone left me lying there, except one - who wore blue jeans, a brown jacket and a beige top with a green Sombrero. TheGreatCon, my friend, helped me up. I rubbed my head. “You okay?” Con asked. “Never been worse.” I replied, then asked, “Why do you think I got a ban warning? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Con shrugged. “Happens to everyone.”
“Except you.” I stated. Con sighed. “I dunno.”
I looked at the ground. A thought occoured to me. I looked up. “Have you noticed anything unusual going on around here?” I asked. Con frowned. “I haven’t seen WhiteAlligator, StevensBike, MKM or any of the other Mods.”
I nodded, then pointed in the direction of the Mod I’d just encountered. “Apart from that guy of course. I’ve never seen him before though.” I said.
“Yuppers. So: No Mods we know have been present.”
“Yeah.” I said suspiciously. An idea came to mind. “Con.” I said. “Grab your sword, ‘cause we are going to investigate what’s up.”
“Are we doing this alone?” Con asked.
“Yes.”
“Are we really doing this?”
“Yep.”
Con groaned. “This isn’t gonna end well.”
“Nope.”
Sorry for the strange formatting. Something got pretty messed up when I copied and pasted this from the word document.
LMBE doesn't like it when you paste more than one line.
But all of my story has that strange formatting when I post it!
“Tried mentioning innappropriate stuff – Multiple times.” The Mod said. “Oo-er.”
The Mod dropped me, and I fell onto the cold hard concrete. Everyone left me lying there, except one - who wore blue jeans, a brown jacket and a beige top with a green Sombrero. TheGreatCon, my friend, helped me up. I rubbed my head. “You okay?” Con asked. “Never been worse.” I replied, then asked, “Why do you think I got a ban warning? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Con shrugged. “Happens to everyone.”
“Except you.” I stated. Con sighed. “I dunno.”
I looked at the ground. A thought occoured to me. I looked up. “Have you noticed anything unusual going on around here?” I asked. Con frowned. “I haven’t seen WhiteAlligator, StevensBike, MKM or any of the other Mods.”
I nodded, then pointed in the direction of the Mod I’d just encountered. “Apart from that guy of course. I’ve never seen him before though.” I said.
“Yuppers. So: No Mods we know have been present.”
“Yeah.” I said suspiciously. An idea came to mind. “Con.” I said. “Grab your sword, ‘cause we are going to investigate what’s up.”
“Are we doing this alone?” Con asked.
“Yes.”
“Are we really doing this?”
“Yep.”
Con groaned. “This isn’t gonna end well.”
“Nope.”
Sorry for the strange formatting. Something got pretty messed up when I copied and pasted this from the word document.
LMBE doesn't like it when you paste more than one line.
But all of my story has that strange formatting when I post it!
I don't know what to tell you. When my posts get reformatted, I usually go in and edit them back to the way they're supposed to be as soon as I post them.
“Tried mentioning innappropriate stuff – Multiple times.” The Mod said. “Oo-er.”
The Mod dropped me, and I fell onto the cold hard concrete. Everyone left me lying there, except one - who wore blue jeans, a brown jacket and a beige top with a green Sombrero. TheGreatCon, my friend, helped me up. I rubbed my head. “You okay?” Con asked. “Never been worse.” I replied, then asked, “Why do you think I got a ban warning? I didn’t do anything wrong.” Con shrugged. “Happens to everyone.”
“Except you.” I stated. Con sighed. “I dunno.”
I looked at the ground. A thought occoured to me. I looked up. “Have you noticed anything unusual going on around here?” I asked. Con frowned. “I haven’t seen WhiteAlligator, StevensBike, MKM or any of the other Mods.”
I nodded, then pointed in the direction of the Mod I’d just encountered. “Apart from that guy of course. I’ve never seen him before though.” I said.
“Yuppers. So: No Mods we know have been present.”
“Yeah.” I said suspiciously. An idea came to mind. “Con.” I said. “Grab your sword, ‘cause we are going to investigate what’s up.”
“Are we doing this alone?” Con asked.
“Yes.”
“Are we really doing this?”
“Yep.”
Con groaned. “This isn’t gonna end well.”
“Nope.”
Sorry for the strange formatting. Something got pretty messed up when I copied and pasted this from the word document.
Oh hello, there's me. You write a good me.
I told you on the old boards you'd be in it. I've practised writing you, I've studied your posts, I've watched you. I know your every move. Of course I write a good you.
I CON't wait for the first part! 
