-last edited on Oct 20, 2020 20:46:08 GMT by HannahDash
Post by HannahDash on Oct 20, 2020 20:45:36 GMT
Chapter 11: The Explodium Sword
After leaving the Mod Tower, I look around.
“Where are you, sword...” I say.
It comes out of a nearby bush, and I catch it in my hand. I put it in the sheath on my back.
I think now would be a good time to tell you about the story of my sword. One day, I was on my way to bosscrash at a new party. I looked across the street, and saw a there. I hadn’t seen an emote like that before. It began moving away, so I chased it. I chased it into the woods. Soon, I found a random hut. I went inside, and there was a table, with a sword on it. I took the sword, and felt the power in the sword.
“What is this doing here?” I asked.
To my surprise, I got an answer.
“It was waiting for somebody to take it. It belongs to you now. Use it wisely. Or you can have fun with it. Just keep it out of the wrong hands.”
It was probably that talking. Amazed, I left and found my way to the party.
Back to now, I arrive at the current party. I go inside, and Nintendo sees me and approaches.
“Hey, you’re back! Are you feeling better?”
“Yeah, I am.”
The door opens, and MKM is standing there.
“Was I not supposed to leave yet?” I ask.
“No, you can stay here. I’m here for Dumbledore115.”
Dumbles looks up.
“Come. You’re wanted at the Mod Tower,” MKM says.
Dumbles comes and leaves the party with her. After they’re gone, I look around and notice that NJR is here, and he used some toilet paper to dress as a mummy. He tells a spooky story, about the emote and the emote teaming up and taking over the MBs. What if these stories had some truth to them... I shiver at the thought. Dumbles comes back in. That was fast. I wonder if he stayed in his SSTO costume the whole time? He walks up to me.
“Is that your Explodium Sword?” he asks, pointing to the sword’s handle.
“Yeah.”
“Can I see it?”
“Sure.”
I take it out of the sheath. Suddenly, he grabs it.
“Hey, I never said you could—stop!!”
He blasts me with an explosion and starts running. When I get up, he’s gone.
Those are my favourite genres! A mix of magic and technology sounds intriguing. (I think that's what makes fantasy and sci-fi appealing to read: it provides an escape from real life. ) (No thanks, I'll take not being mind controlled by a creep over a creepier Halloween mask. )
Typically I use just one or the other. Sometimes they mix, such as in a superhero story or the one where I'm combining multiple worlds. (and maybe this one if laser guns count as futuristic tech )
(Yeah, I think you're right.)
(Having no good reply, the only stares, giving you its most charming smile. )
Oh, that makes sense. Multiple worlds sound fun to work with! (I guess it counts if laser guns haven't been invented yet. ) (*does not interpret the smile as "charming" and begins to back away, trying not to look unnerved* )
Typically I use just one or the other. Sometimes they mix, such as in a superhero story or the one where I'm combining multiple worlds. (and maybe this one if laser guns count as futuristic tech )
(Yeah, I think you're right.)
(Having no good reply, the only stares, giving you its most charming smile. )
Oh, that makes sense. Multiple worlds sound fun to work with! (I guess it counts if laser guns haven't been invented yet. ) (*does not interpret the smile as "charming" and begins to back away, trying not to look unnerved* )
It is fun. I get to throw my medieval magic dude into a mega city. And the space-faring dragons show up and start crushing everyone because they're OP.
(*It sees that you aren't liking it and tries harder to be charming * )
I stand there with my jaw hanging. Dumbles took my sword... Daler walks up to me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“He t-took my sword...”
He sighs. “That stinks... What do you use it for?”
I calm down thinking about this. “Oh, I use it when fighting leprechauns, and they left—”
The door opens, and in marches the leprechaun army.
“OH, COME ON!!” I scream.
Since I don’t have my sword, I try to hide from them. Nintendo finds me.
“Look, the leprechauns are back!”
“I can see that.”
“But now you can ask them if they poisoned the pumpkin juice!”
“Oh, I forgot about that! Okay, I’ll go ask them.”
I get out of my hiding spot and cautiously approach the leprechauns. They see me and point their water pistols at me.
“When you shot that pumpkin juice at me earlier, was it poisoned? It tasted weird.”
“We don’t know; ask him! He’s the one who gave it to us!” They point at the chief, who seems to be smiling evilly.
“I can’t trust a word he says...” I mutter.
Hearing this, the Leprechaun-in-Chief says, “But what if I told you that it was poisoned?”
“I’ll, um...”
Now I’m just confused. I give up and walk away, under fire from the water pistols. Suddenly, the door is blasted open, and now I’m under fire from laser pistols.
“WE’LL GET YOU, HANNAHDASH!”
Oh. No. It’s Glubby’s C.H.D. Commitee, a group that has made it their goal to Capture HannahDash (that’s what C.H.D. stands for) for absolutely no reason.
“This isn’t fair! Dumbles stole my sword!” I yell.
“Who said it had to be fair? Things are better for us,” the general says.
With the humongous amount of agents shooting at me, I quickly go down. They stop firing, and the general approaches me. He picks me up and walks to the Leprechaun-in-Chief. He drops me on the ground in front of him.
“She’s all yours,” the general says.
The Leprechaun-in-Chief is smiling in that same evil, creepy way he was earlier.
Oh, that makes sense. Multiple worlds sound fun to work with! (I guess it counts if laser guns haven't been invented yet. ) (*does not interpret the smile as "charming" and begins to back away, trying not to look unnerved* )
It is fun. I get to throw my medieval magic dude into a mega city. And the space-faring dragons show up and start crushing everyone because they're OP.
(*It sees that you aren't liking it and tries harder to be charming * )
That's epic! I'm a little envious, I've only been writing essays and lab reports. (*considers throwing the mask into a paper shredder* )
It is fun. I get to throw my medieval magic dude into a mega city. And the space-faring dragons show up and start crushing everyone because they're OP.
(*It sees that you aren't liking it and tries harder to be charming * )
That's epic! I'm a little envious, I've only been writing essays and lab reports. (*considers throwing the mask into a paper shredder* )
Suddenly, something hits the Leprechaun-in-Chief and knocks him on the floor. It’s the ! The leprechauns fire their water pistols, but the just licks up the pumpkin juice. The Leprechaun-in-Chief scrambles into his deck chair, activates the attached rocket boosters, and begins flying away.
“Hey! Don’t run away! We can still get HD!” the C.H.D. general says.
“I cannot fight against a ! You know that!” the Leprechaun-in-Chief replies, as he exits the party.
However, the rest of the leprechauns stay, and the C.H.D. agents begin firing at me. I look for the , but it seems to have disappeared.
Get out of here!
Who are you?
Don’t worry about who I am! Just run!
I take the voice’s advice and run out of the party. They’re obviously chasing me, so I keep running for a couple minutes, until I’m certain they’re gone. However, the C.H.D. Airforce finds me, and begins firing lasers. As I run away towards the woods, I see the HannahForce planes come and fire creeper spawn eggs at the C.H.D. planes. I take advantage of the distraction and run into the woods, where I’ll be harder to find. I see the come up in front of me.
“Where were you?” I ask.
“Oh, I was in your head! Like a emote, except a .”
“I see. What should I do now? I mean, I have armies chasing me and Dumbles stole my sword, so I’m kinda stuck.”
“Hmm... Sounds like the first thing we need to do is get your sword back. The s got to him, so—”
“The s got him? I should have figured as much...”
“Yes, and that’s why he took your sword. We need a few more s to free him. I have friends at Krul’s house! We should go there!”
I sigh. “They’re... not there.”
“Why? What happened?”
“I’m not sure, but when I was at Krul’s house, he opened the door to your room and some s came out.”
The begins crying. “Is at least Krul okay?”
I hug the . “He should be. How about we go find out?”
That's epic! I'm a little envious, I've only been writing essays and lab reports. (*considers throwing the mask into a paper shredder* )
Oof, nonfiction isn't nearly as fun to write.
(*realizing this, it decides to hide instead* )
Agreed. I have a course called "Creative Nonfiction" next semester, maybe it'll give me a new perspective. (H-hey, get back here! *checks under the stack of books where it used to be... it's gone* )
Agreed. I have a course called "Creative Nonfiction" next semester, maybe it'll give me a new perspective. (H-hey, get back here! *checks under the stack of books where it used to be... it's gone* )
Research papers especially. I don't understand the reason to write one; if I can write it, the information's already out there. Huh, I wonder what "creative nonfiction" would be.
-last edited on Oct 23, 2020 15:17:10 GMT by HannahDash
Post by HannahDash on Oct 23, 2020 15:16:18 GMT
Chapter 14: Back at Krul's House
We arrive at Krul’s house without encountering an army. I knock on the door, and Krul opens.
“Oh, hey,” Krul says.
“Firstly, I’m not controlled by emotes—”
“Yeah, the mods told me about it. So, what are you doing here?”
“Somebody wanted to see you.”
I step aside, and the comes in.
“Krul!”
I can tell that they’re both very happy to see each other.
“Hey, Tony!” Krul says.
“It has a name?” I ask.
“Yeah, I gave them all names...”
I sigh. “I’m sorry about what happened to the s.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
I’m not so sure about that, but I say nothing about it.
“Since there aren’t any more s here, how are we supposed to free Dumbles?” I ask Tony.
“Let me handle that part. You should stay here and keep away from those armies,” Tony says.
After telling Krul goodbye, Tony leaves the house. However, he soon comes back.
“Never mind what I said about staying here! There’s some leprechaun patrols checking houses, coming this way from the south! Get out!”
I hurry outside, and go north. As I’m running, I see, in the distance, a patrol heading this way. I hurry into the nearest area off the road: a tennis court. Inside, I see the general of the C.H.D. Commitee practicing. Oh no. The agents see me and point their laser guns at me.
“Hey, I’m not here to fight you guys!” I find a spare racket and pick it up. “Let’s play.”
Some agents take positions as linesmen, a commander is the referee, and a smaller agent is the ball boy.
“I’ll take you down in straight sets, HannahDash!” the general says.
He serves. I hit the ball back to him. He trips on his feet trying to hit the ball.
15-0
He serves. The ball is going fast, and I miss.
15-15
He serves. This time, the ball is slow. I hit it back, and the general runs into the referee chair in an attempt to hit the ball.
30-15
He serves. I hit the ball, but it’s at too much of an angle, and it leaves the court on the side.
One more point until victory of the first set. Here we go.
The general serves. I hit the ball back. He hits the ball back. I hit it back to him. He misses.
Game, HannahDash.
Yes! I’ve done it! Just one more set for victory... The general, not surprisingly, is upset about this. He throws his racket at the ball boy. Poor ball boy... I think I’ll talk to him after the game. The general gets a new racket, and we begin the next set.
I serve. He hits it back, extra hard. I try to hit the ball, but a hole is made in my racket!
15-0
I get a new, stronger racket and serve. The general is hit in the leg by the ball.
15-15
I serve. He hits it back. I swing, but too early.
30-15
I serve. It’s going extra fast, and the general misses.
30-30
I serve. The general hits. I hit it back. The general runs into the net.
30-40 Match Point, HannahDash.
I serve. The general trips over his feet (again), missing the ball.
30-60 Game, Set, and Match, HannahDash.
Yes! I won!! The general is quite upset, and he throws his racket at the ball boy. I make my way to the ball boy, to figure out his loyalty.
“Does he always throw stuff at you when he’s mad?” I ask him.
“No. But I’m allowed to do THIS!” he says, as he throws a racket at me.
I whack him with my racket and hurry out of the court. I decide to go back to the party, and see what I’ve missed. Three new users have joined. Ihavetalent fires his MLG Nerf guns before having what looks like a pleasant conversation with Sham. Cap also joined, but I can’t tell if she’s the ninja in the shadows, or the person dressed as a snail. BBricks has joined, and he’s dressed as a guy in a suit.
“Anybody want to play a game? Truth or Scare!” Emma says.
“Sure... I guess...” Bun says.
“I love this game!” Glubby says.
He puts on a vampire mask, goes behind a few users, and scares them. One of them is Bun.
“I knew I shouldn’t have played this game!” she says.
Glubby presses a button, and I see an anvil fall from the ceiling over Bun.
Agreed. I have a course called "Creative Nonfiction" next semester, maybe it'll give me a new perspective. (H-hey, get back here! *checks under the stack of books where it used to be... it's gone* )
Research papers especially. I don't understand the reason to write one; if I can write it, the information's already out there. Huh, I wonder what "creative nonfiction" would be.
(*it could be anywhere by now* )
That's a good point... *contemplates this while working on a research essay* I think it's about presenting facts and events in a literary way, so maybe something like biographies or news articles? (*exits the room, shuts the door, and seals any cracks in hopes of containing it* )
Research papers especially. I don't understand the reason to write one; if I can write it, the information's already out there. Huh, I wonder what "creative nonfiction" would be.
(*it could be anywhere by now* )
That's a good point... *contemplates this while working on a research essay* I think it's about presenting facts and events in a literary way, so maybe something like biographies or news articles? (*exits the room, shuts the door, and seals any cracks in hopes of containing it* )
Figures. Well, whatever it is, it's probably more interesting than normal nonfiction.
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Post by HannahDash on Oct 25, 2020 17:55:53 GMT
Chapter 16: Anvils and Stories
Bun slides out of the way, barely avoiding the anvil coming down on her.
“You’re lucky. That was only 25 pounds. It’s usually 75,” Glubby says.
Bun grabs a hammer and charges him. A 100 pound anvil comes down on her. She manages to escape and charge him again. Glubby does a backflip and punches her into a wall, where another 100 pound anvil falls on her.
“What’s with the anvils?!” Emma exclaims.
Bun seems unharmed, and she grabs 100 hammers and whacks Glubby with them. Glubby blocks with a magic shield and knocks the hammers away with a sword. Emma is trying to stop them from fighting, but Bun tells her to run away. I do so as well.
Once the action calms down, a few users have stories to share.
Super tells hers first. In her story, she searched for her tablet in a dark night. When she found it, she turned it on. She had some mail, and, thinking it was from a friend, she opened it. It was actually from her math teacher, reminding her of a math test she had tomorrow. She was terrified. She hadn’t studied...
Nadajay is the next one with a story. In this story, a guy was attacked... by an evil crabapple with claws. He managed to get it off and defeat it. However, there were more in the tree, and they wanted revenge. They attacked him.
Allya also has a story. In it, there was a user known as Lala, who spammed so badly that the mods didn’t reject it. They were afraid to ask permission to ban her, so one of them casted a spell on Lala, freezing her in time. However, she was celebrating her MB anniversary, and she was in the middle of blowing her party horn. As revenge, she created the emote.
BBricks tells his story. In his story, there was a group of spammers, called DA SPAMAS. They were unstoppable. However, a forum was created to divert the spam. It is said that one day, on Halloween, the spam will return...
Zachcheung joins, and tells us a story. In it, a girl on her way to a Halloween party discovers a terrifying message carved on a pumpkin:
Just after Zach finishes his story, the lights flicker, and users using mobile devices find that the devices restarted.
“Aww, but I was just about to download the FF app!” Elizabeth says.
I look around the room. We’re all worried.
“I can’t get online!” Elizabeth exclaims.
“The wi-fi is down...” I mutter.
“I didn’t do it!” Zach says.
Nintendo goes to Elizabeth to see if he can get her connected to the party’s wi-fi. Simon comes to help him. Meanwhile, somebody seems to be missing. I soon realize who.
“Has anyone seen Ihavetalent and Sham?” I ask.
“Wait, where’d they go? I saw them right before the lights flickered!” Icefire says.
I see some new users entering. Baxter comes in, saying that his costume will be ready soon. Our next arrival is another user called Emma. Yep, we now have two Emmas. The first is emmalovesart, and the second is EmmaLuvsFashion. I will refer to them as EmmaA and EmmaF. EmmaF had an interesting costume: a combination of vampire, bunny, and cowgirl. The next person to come in isn’t a user. It’s Cicada! However, it doesn’t seem that she’s here because of the light flicker or the broken wi-fi... she’s here to party. She’s dressed as a vampire, and she brought cookies! The next users to come are Darthmaul and Titans. Legomaniac also joins, and tells us of his costume he’s creating back at home. A user called Minecraft is the last to arrive before I decide to find something to do. I go to see if any progress is being made with the wi-fi.
“Why would the password change itself?!” Nintendo says.
Simon says, “Are you sure you aren’t just forgetting? Have you tried—”
there. I hadn’t seen an emote like that before. It began moving away, so I chased it. I chased it into the woods. Soon, I found a random hut. I went inside, and there was a table, with a sword on it. I took the sword, and felt the power in the sword.
emote and the 
emote and the 
(I think that's what makes fantasy and sci-fi appealing to read: it provides an escape from real life. 
)
only stares, giving you its most charming smile. 
* 
! The leprechauns fire their water pistols, but the 
*checks under the stack of books where it used to be... it's gone* 
emote.