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.
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.
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Apr 22, 2018 22:16:08 GMT
Chapter Two ~ (Unknown Chapter Title )
Con and I darted towards the very building were all the Mods were stationed – The Mod Tower (note: this is my own take on the Mod Tower so don’t be mad at me if I mess it up a bit please ). Each Mod had his (or her) own office, where on a computer, through cameras all around the boards they could watch every corner of the whole everywhere. We dived into cover. I nodded to Con and he darted forward and, with his high voltage electric sword he sliced right through a wall. The gap he cut was just big enough for us to go through one by one.
We were in an empty office room. We opened the door and entered the main hall. “I will NEVER help you!” Con and I froze. T he voice was coming from a door that lead to the office opposite us. Con peeked through the keyhole. “What do you see?” I asked.
“Someones strapped to a chair. He’s a Mod. Somone’s interrogating him. The man interroagating him has a scar and – Wait.” Con whispered. The man started speaking again.
“Where is the boards shutdown button?” I froze. The evil Mod was wanting to shutdown the boards. But why? Was it so he could defeat everyone without them fighting back? If the boards were read only, all this evil Mod had to do was defeat the rest of the Mods.
I pulled my tranquiliser machine dart gun out from my left pocket. I nervously made sure it was loaded. I decided that if I was going down, I’d go down with a fight. “I’ll never talk!” The Mod in the chair said grimly.
The scarred evil Mod gritted his teeth. He slammed his fist on the desk in the room with such force the light in the room flickered a bit. I jumped back, scared. My gun slipped out of my hand. In slow motion as it seemed, I watched as my gun hit the floor with and agonisingly loud thump. The scarred Mod glared towards the door. “Run!” Con shouted. I grabbed my gun and we ran together. The enemy Mod burst out of the room, holding the black staff ban hammer. I whirled round and fired my TMDG. The Mod deflected the shots with ease.
The Mod leapt at me, ban hammer raised. This was it. I was finished.
Con and I darted towards the very building were all the Mods were stationed – The Mod Tower (note: this is my own take on the Mod Tower so don’t be mad at me if I mess it up a bit please ). Each Mod had his (or her) own office, where on a computer, through cameras all around the boards they could watch every corner of the whole everywhere. We dived into cover. I nodded to Con and he darted forward and, with his high voltage electric sword he sliced right through a wall. The gap he cut was just big enough for us to go through one by one.
We were in an empty office room. We opened the door and entered the main hall. “I will NEVER help you!” Con and I froze. T he voice was coming from a door that lead to the office opposite us. Con peeked through the keyhole. “What do you see?” I asked.
“Someones strapped to a chair. He’s a Mod. Somone’s interrogating him. The man interroagating him has a scar and – Wait.” Con whispered. The man started speaking again.
“Where is the boards shutdown button?” I froze. The evil Mod was wanting to shutdown the boards. But why? Was it so he could defeat everyone without them fighting back? If the boards were read only, all this evil Mod had to do was defeat the rest of the Mods.
I pulled my tranquiliser machine dart gun out from my left pocket. I nervously made sure it was loaded. I decided that if I was going down, I’d go down with a fight. “I’ll never talk!” The Mod in the chair said grimly.
The scarred evil Mod gritted his teeth. He slammed his fist on the desk in the room with such force the light in the room flickered a bit. I jumped back, scared. My gun slipped out of my hand. In slow motion as it seemed, I watched as my gun hit the floor with and agonisingly loud thump. The scarred Mod glared towards the door. “Run!” Con shouted. I grabbed my gun and we ran together. The enemy Mod burst out of the room, holding the black staff ban hammer. I whirled round and fired my TMDG. The Mod deflected the shots with ease.
The Mod leapt at me, ban hammer raised. This was it. I was finished.
Some of the lines were a bit cheesy. Oh well.
Great part LEGO!
Ban hammers are like the world's best weapon of doom. Writing them is always fun.
Con and I darted towards the very building were all the Mods were stationed – The Mod Tower (note: this is my own take on the Mod Tower so don’t be mad at me if I mess it up a bit please ). Each Mod had his (or her) own office, where on a computer, through cameras all around the boards they could watch every corner of the whole everywhere. We dived into cover. I nodded to Con and he darted forward and, with his high voltage electric sword he sliced right through a wall. The gap he cut was just big enough for us to go through one by one.
We were in an empty office room. We opened the door and entered the main hall. “I will NEVER help you!” Con and I froze. T he voice was coming from a door that lead to the office opposite us. Con peeked through the keyhole. “What do you see?” I asked.
“Someones strapped to a chair. He’s a Mod. Somone’s interrogating him. The man interroagating him has a scar and – Wait.” Con whispered. The man started speaking again.
“Where is the boards shutdown button?” I froze. The evil Mod was wanting to shutdown the boards. But why? Was it so he could defeat everyone without them fighting back? If the boards were read only, all this evil Mod had to do was defeat the rest of the Mods.
I pulled my tranquiliser machine dart gun out from my left pocket. I nervously made sure it was loaded. I decided that if I was going down, I’d go down with a fight. “I’ll never talk!” The Mod in the chair said grimly.
The scarred evil Mod gritted his teeth. He slammed his fist on the desk in the room with such force the light in the room flickered a bit. I jumped back, scared. My gun slipped out of my hand. In slow motion as it seemed, I watched as my gun hit the floor with and agonisingly loud thump. The scarred Mod glared towards the door. “Run!” Con shouted. I grabbed my gun and we ran together. The enemy Mod burst out of the room, holding the black staff ban hammer. I whirled round and fired my TMDG. The Mod deflected the shots with ease.
The Mod leapt at me, ban hammer raised. This was it. I was finished.
Some of the lines were a bit cheesy. Oh well.
Great part LEGO!
Ban hammers are like the world's best weapon of doom. Writing them is always fun.
Thanks!
I know right?! I love writing them, especially in battles because they're sooooo OP.
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Apr 26, 2018 22:00:40 GMT
(Part Two)
Doom was apon me, closing on me. I waited there… Five seconds… Ten seconds…
The Mod was taking his time! “Just get on with it, will ya??” I said, opening my eyes to glare. I saw the ban hammer was barely a stud away from my face. A blade was in between me and my doom. Sparks were flying everywhere. Con was sweating, pushing his electric sword forward with all his might. “Go!” He shouted. I ran, then hesitated. “But what about you? You’ll get banned!” Con gritted his teeth.
“Trust me: I’ve fought guys with ban hammers before!"
Con and the Mod started dueling, rapidly swiping and slashing viciously and fast at each other with their wepons. Con parried, swiped, did an overhand cut, thrust, parried, then did a flurry of other moves. Con dodged a blow and jumped back. He was giving his enemy a hard time. A really hard time. Sweat was dripping down the enemy Mods face. Finally, Con knocked down the Mod. Although Con was skilled, he was not able to survive fighting the Mod much longer. Mods had more energy, more stamina, and more power. Con ran. The enemy Mod got up and chased us. We came to a wall, but Con dived at it, swinging his blade at it with all his streangth. He smashed through it. The enemy Mod was catching up, though. Con and I took a turn right, where we saw an emergancy exit up ahead.
The enemy Mod ran to a red button to the left, flipped up the case and hit it. The whole building started going into lockdown. The lights went off, except for a red one up above that was blinking on and off. An alarm sounded. Up ahead, thick Vibranium () armoured walls started coming down from the ceiling. “Go! Go! Go! Go! GO!!!!” I shouted madly. Con’s sword wouldn’t be able to cut through that! We made a mad wild dash for it. Con crashed throught the brick wall. I dived through, but my Sombraro came off. I quickly reached out and grabbed it, and whipped it back on my head before the Vibranium barricade closed.
Post by LegoAgentFigure on Apr 29, 2018 6:31:24 GMT
Chapter Three ~ Escape
RuleJJ heard a knock on his door. He walked towards it and opened it. He saw Con and I – Exhausted, sweating, bruised, and armed. “Sorry, but we need a place to lay low.” Con said. “A half mad evil Mod is trying to smash us.” I added. RuleJJ glanced nervously at the cameras, then nodded and let us in. “Thanks. Like, I can’t say how thankfull I am. Like, thank you for helping us. Because, if you didn’t we would probably have been caught. Thank you.” I said, relaxing. “I guess we’re safe again, eh Con?” RuleJJ shook his head. “The Moderators’s eyes are everywhere. You aren’t safe yet.” “That’s an over exaggeration.” I said, then nervously looked around. I leaned my gun against a wall and looked at my surroundings. Just as I had expected – The place was clean, neat and spotless. Until now, since Con and I were trampling mud into a clean brand new carpet. RuleJJ didn’t seem to notice, but I expected he did and was annoyed. We came to the dining room, where we sat down. I started polishing my chainmail. RuleJJ clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “Tell me,” He said, “What happened.” I looked up from my chainmail. “Con and I had noticed none of the Mods we recognised were anywhere. So I decided we should go and investigate. So then Con and I found out that this evil Mod was wanting to shut down the boards. So this Mod was interrogating this actual Mod. But then he chased us, we ran and now we’re here.” RuleJJ nodded, then his expression changed. “Did he follow you???” “Uh…” “No!” RuleJJ stood up. “He could be sitting just outside my house!” I paled. “You!” RuleJJ pointed at me. “Go! Get out!” I got up and hung my head. I slowly walked towards the door. Before my hand touched the handle, RuleJJ grabbed my arm in an iron grip. “No.” He hissed. “The back door. I don’t want to be seen fraternising, aiding and abetting!” I nodded and turned around. I walked towards the back door. Con and I left. Just as we closed the door, RuleJJ’s front door slammed open.
RuleJJ heard a knock on his door. He walked towards it and opened it. He saw Con and I – Exhausted, sweating, bruised, and armed. “Sorry, but we need a place to lay low.” Con said. “A half mad evil Mod is trying to smash us.” I added. RuleJJ glanced nervously at the cameras, then nodded and let us in. “Thanks. Like, I can’t say how thankfull I am. Like, thank you for helping us. Because, if you didn’t we would probably have been caught. Thank you.” I said, relaxing. “I guess we’re safe again, eh Con?” RuleJJ shook his head. “The Moderators’s eyes are everywhere. You aren’t safe yet.” “That’s an over exaggeration.” I said, then nervously looked around. I leaned my gun against a wall and looked at my surroundings. Just as I had expected – The place was clean, neat and spotless. Until now, since Con and I were trampling mud into a clean brand new carpet. RuleJJ didn’t seem to notice, but I expected he did and was annoyed. We came to the dining room, where we sat down. I started polishing my chainmail. RuleJJ clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “Tell me,” He said, “What happened.” I looked up from my chainmail. “Con and I had noticed none of the Mods we recognised were anywhere. So I decided we should go and investigate. So then Con and I found out that this evil Mod was wanting to shut down the boards. So this Mod was interrogating this actual Mod. But then he chased us, we ran and now we’re here.” RuleJJ nodded, then his expression changed. “Did he follow you???” “Uh…” “No!” RuleJJ stood up. “He could be sitting just outside my house!” I paled. “You!” RuleJJ pointed at me. “Go! Get out!” I got up and hung my head. I slowly walked towards the door. Before my hand touched the handle, RuleJJ grabbed my arm in an iron grip. “No.” He hissed. “The back door. I don’t want to be seen fraternising, aiding and abetting!” I nodded and turned around. I walked towards the back door. Con and I left. Just as we closed the door, RuleJJ’s front door slammed open.
You should have known that I'd be worried about getting in trouble.
RuleJJ heard a knock on his door. He walked towards it and opened it. He saw Con and I – Exhausted, sweating, bruised, and armed. “Sorry, but we need a place to lay low.” Con said. “A half mad evil Mod is trying to smash us.” I added. RuleJJ glanced nervously at the cameras, then nodded and let us in. “Thanks. Like, I can’t say how thankfull I am. Like, thank you for helping us. Because, if you didn’t we would probably have been caught. Thank you.” I said, relaxing. “I guess we’re safe again, eh Con?” RuleJJ shook his head. “The Moderators’s eyes are everywhere. You aren’t safe yet.” “That’s an over exaggeration.” I said, then nervously looked around. I leaned my gun against a wall and looked at my surroundings. Just as I had expected – The place was clean, neat and spotless. Until now, since Con and I were trampling mud into a clean brand new carpet. RuleJJ didn’t seem to notice, but I expected he did and was annoyed. We came to the dining room, where we sat down. I started polishing my chainmail. RuleJJ clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “Tell me,” He said, “What happened.” I looked up from my chainmail. “Con and I had noticed none of the Mods we recognised were anywhere. So I decided we should go and investigate. So then Con and I found out that this evil Mod was wanting to shut down the boards. So this Mod was interrogating this actual Mod. But then he chased us, we ran and now we’re here.” RuleJJ nodded, then his expression changed. “Did he follow you???” “Uh…” “No!” RuleJJ stood up. “He could be sitting just outside my house!” I paled. “You!” RuleJJ pointed at me. “Go! Get out!” I got up and hung my head. I slowly walked towards the door. Before my hand touched the handle, RuleJJ grabbed my arm in an iron grip. “No.” He hissed. “The back door. I don’t want to be seen fraternising, aiding and abetting!” I nodded and turned around. I walked towards the back door. Con and I left. Just as we closed the door, RuleJJ’s front door slammed open.
You should have known that I'd be worried about getting in trouble.
Oh well, I need you for an epic fight scene at some point so I ignore that.
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Writing them is always fun.