Okay, just checking. I don't think the would want to tell anyone else these things. (The likely didn't survive, as its power was attached to the Mod Tower. A few s exist in the possession of the mods here, but their amount is finite. The didn't survive, but the users can easily make more... )
True.
(Ah, good. So, our main priority is preventing the resurrection of the ...how about we burn all the tomato crops? The users would soon run out of ingredients. We could then concentrate on hunting down the and trying to find a way to destroy the . )
(Yes, burning their tomatoes should work. For the , we must wait until we are quite strong, as we do not want to draw the mods' attention before then...)
*all the other users and the FlameForce submarines give chase*
(I don't think you can call this "weather" anymore ) *their idea works*
*More robotic sharks are deployed*
(Underwater weather.. *The water stops compressing after a minute or so*
*some of the FlameForce subs attack the sharks while all the angry users press onward*
*by this time, I don't know where they all went, so I instead report to staff that the leprechauns took over the weather and flooded the forums with lemonade*
*the pigeons are also confused. some of them want to move forward and attack, thinking that the other cricket must have been tricking them*
(In an attempt to show that they no longer want to follow through with their mission, the crickets throw the candy wrappers into the air as a distraction while they run for hiding spots. )
*the distraction works, as they have a hard time telling apart the wrappers and crickets*
He's a couple years older than me. Did I tell you at some point on the old MBs who he was on there? It would seem I probably did but I don't remember now.
Ah. I seem to remember him being Doodadguy?
You remember correctly. So apparently I did tell you. (I remember telling Glubby, as the stuff going on in Galaxy War somehow came up in our conversation. Maybe you happened to be in the same topic. )
*the rest of the pigeons move on to the roof; it is now halfway done*
(*her mech's secret storage compartment doesn't have much space left* )
*Flame is still yelling at the in his head* "YOU KEEP HAVING DUMB IDEAS!"
*The orange sheep who aren't named Flame are also delighted*
"We aren't certain. But weakening his mind is possible, as we saw him in a state of several minutes ago. However, we didn't see what caused it. Did you see what caused it?"
*The Leprechauns fetch ladders and start helpijng with the roof*
(*The green sheep engineer whose craftsmanship Flame distrusts begins designing a new and better mech for Violet*)
*The green sheep hope that Flame is the only orange sheep of that name*
"Hmmm...so much is going on that I've forgotten, but I suggest we combine opera, fizzy lemonade and everything else in our armoury. If we hit him with everything, the could be overwhelmed and forced to allow the to take over his mind, at which point he will be vulnerable to the ."
*it's almost done now*
(*Unlike Flame, Violet does trust this sheep* )
*If there are any other sheep in FlameForce named Flame, they had to stop calling themselves that a while ago*
"The opera, yes..."
*Flame's expression suddenly changes; the in his head must have started singing* "NO! DON'T SING THAT!"
*the sheep panic, but since they're dangling from parachutes there isn't really anything they can do about it*
*some of the FlameForce planes attack the helicopters, while others look for the LAF planes*
*the ones that fall in pits and trenches are stuck; the rest are somewhat damaged but still work*
Oh no, I gave him just what he wanted! *I create explosions to damage his mech*
*The LAF stop attacking them*
*The LAF radio the Leprechauns in the weather control centre, who use their controls to turn the clouds that the FlameForce planes are flying through into solid ice, trapping FlameForce*
*The Ground Division keep firing paintballs to reduce the tanks- visibility*
Yes, you did. *His mech is damaged, but is held together by treacle and so does not fall apart*
*turning the clouds to ice traps the LAF planes as well*
*more of the tanks fall into pits*
*as I'm about to call for help from my pigeons, one of them shows up* "Hannah! Shamrock brings an urgent message on your phone!"
*IC me goes to talk to the neighbors, but unfortunately most of them aren't familiar with the residents of the house* *the ones farther down the same driveway, however, are relatives of mine and do know*
*I'm almost there*
*They believe the part where I wrote a story, but don't think the is in real life, especially since my brother is smiling now. It must be some sort of joke?*
*The -molasses starts -ing neighbours, one house at a time*
*The is frustrated that travel is so slow in real life*
*The -molasses make your brother tell them it was a joke, and also start -ing your parents*
*IC me tells the relatives I found that they're in danger and need to leave now* *as we ride in their car, through our conversation we're able to conclude that IC me is a version of Hannah from the internet* *conveniently, the headquarters of one of America's largest news networks is only an hour away*
*I finally arrive, and the starts spreading*
*They believe this, though are still confused as to why Hannah jumped out of the car. But they understand everything once the takes them*