The is supposed to be gone. Not only was it locked away in the Banned User Dungeon, but its fate had been further sealed when the Message Boards merged with Real Life, destroying emotes in the process.
The mods warned the users not to gather in the refuge they were setting up in Real Life. Many users did not listen, and the Lego Message Boards Eternal flourished. What were the mods so concerned about?
Maybe there’s something they didn’t tell us...
THE HAS RETURNED
The long-awaited (possibly ) sequel to Unusually Spooky is here! And spooky season is again around the corner, totally not because I took so long to figure the plot out.
Like the last one, I at times take events and words directly from quote chains. Though they don't necessarily happen at the correct times.
I won't be able to keep to the daily schedule I maintained for the last one as I have a job now. We'll be lucky if I get one out once a week. But I'm hoping to at least finish Chapter 1 quickly so we can get this started.
Did you really think we could be defeated so easily?
The sound of the pigeon’s call interrupts my reading. Yes, I have pigeons. They’ve been a great asset ever since General Flame turned on me.
I open the window. “Hey.”
“We found a spy sheep closing in,” the pigeon says. “We managed to lead it away, so hopefully it thinks you live in a different direction.”
“Thank you.”
I can’t keep hidden from FlameForce forever. Vast as Real Life is, they’ve had over three years to find me. It won’t be too much longer now.
That’d be fine if this was my house, but I share it with my brother DoodadGuy. He’d rather have nothing to do with all the craziness I got myself involved with on the Message Boards.
That craziness sure was fun though... Real Life brings concern, but even with armies going after me, the Message Boards were so great.
I should go back there.
Huh? The LMBE? But the mods told us that place isn’t safe!
Take the sword and go there!
Weird, I dunno where that idea came from... But how bad could it be?
I open the chest in a corner of my room. This is where the Explodium Sword has lived ever since Doodad and I moved here.
I take the sword and go to the garage to wait for Doodad. He’s off joyriding at the moment in one of several cars he designed himself. He wouldn’t trust me behind the wheel of any of these, and I’ll need him to guide me there anyway. Even if he hadn’t visited a few times himself, being on the Real Life Highway Commission would have eventually revealed the LMBE’s location to him.
Soon the garage door opens and Doodad pulls in. He gets out and walks up to the entrance, where I stand.
“What are you doing with your sword?” he asks.
“I want to go to the LMBE. Can you take me there?”
He stares for a second. “Sure.”
Doodad chooses a different car and enters, and I sit beside him. He pops in a CD before pulling out to begin the journey. Metal music today. Flame would probably like this...
Nah. While this band is a little too intense for me, it’s not nearly enough to meet Flame’s standards.
How many of my old friends will be at the LMBE? I can’t wait!
-last edited on Oct 31, 2021 21:56:04 GMT by HannahDash
Post by HannahDash on Oct 31, 2021 21:55:19 GMT
Chapter 2: Entering the Brick Boards
Doodad stops the car in front of a booth, what appears to be the only entrance through this fence. The sign atop reads, “Proboards Registration.”
“Proboards? That’s not right!” I say.
“This is right. Proboards helped build this place, so their name is on the outside.”
“Oh.”
I step out of the car and walk up to the booth. Instead of a window, it just has a touchscreen. First it asks for my name. Then it presents several paragraphs of words that don’t quite make sense the way they’re strung together. I give it my agreement.
The booth opens up a compartment, revealing a chip. It informs me that this can be used to open the gate. Placing this chip near one spot on the gate opens it.
I place the chip in my pocket as I enter the LMBE—or the Brick Boards, I guess. That’s what the sign up ahead calls this place.
The next sign shows which directions lead to which forums. I pick Community Chat and head that way. It’s not long before I arrive.
CC is oddly quiet, empty almost. A sad shade of what used to be... though judging by the amount of buildings, it was probably more active back when it was first made.
I need to make a topic to announce myself, that way my friends know I’m here. A small hut will do. Once I finish, all I have to do is wait.
Someone in a sombrero approaches and uses a stamp on the side of the hut. His badge reveals him to be Henny, a moderator.
Henny smiles. “Welcome back, HannahDash!”
In reply I give a thumbs-up, the universal nonverbal acknowledgement. Henny steps aside, and a few more staff members soon appear: Sam, Aurora, Zach. They all give a warm welcome.
It’s not long before a few regular users show up. Two old friends, Bun and NFM, come by and say hi. After that, it’s quiet.
Henny’s still there. Not close enough to converse, but still watching me. I stare at him probably a little too hard. He smiles in return.
Right, that’s kinda the mods’ job... But something in me is a bit uneasy.
Tad is the next user to arrive at my topic. “Whoa, I remember you.”
“I remember you too. Though that’s probably to be expected.”
“Well, I guess I was around a fair bit.”
Another user comes into view behind him. Glubby’s here! He looks surprised, but says nothing.
“What’s going on?” Tad asks.
“Not much. I mean, I just got—”
We were interrupted by lasers coming from every direction.
“WE’LL GET YOU, HANNAHDASH!!”
Tad quickly flees the scene. I jump out of the hut to help prevent further damage. The soldiers of the Capture HannahDash Committee continue firing. Despite that their lasers were going in all directions, they suddenly turn around and all come toward me. I should have figured they’d make improvements...
I create an explosion to launch myself into the sky, then another to move me into their midst. This way, some of the lasers hit them instead. But they don’t seem very affected by it... another improvement, I guess.
I go back into the air and shoot explosions at them from above, though the lasers follow me up here. Some of the soldiers do as well, with jetpacks. Helicopters appear and fire on me, so I’m forced back to the ground.
My pigeons arrive to help. Their distraction allows me to escape, and I hide in a nearby building. I’ll wait here for the noise to die down.
Glubby soon joins me. His nametag calls him “metaknightfan4”. I decide not to ask why.
“They showed up before I could say anything,” he says.
“They seem to like doing that sort of thing.”
“Anyway, welcome back! Expect me to be active here for 24 hours at the most. I’m the definition of semi-active around here.”
“Maybe I can convince you to stay longer.”
“Did I mention the fact that I make random visits?”
“You didn’t say they were random, no.”
“Oh. Well, I make my visits random.”
“I figured as much.”
With this he leaves. Looks like he didn’t even stay 24 minutes.
I don’t hear the battle anymore, so I step outside. The only person left out here is Henny, who replaces the stamp of approval on what now only somewhat resembles a hut.
With my topic in shambles, there’s not much of a point in staying here. I leave to explore what else the forum has to offer. A smaller topic catches my eye: “Create A Thread Discussion Topic”
I step inside. What greets me first is a table with a pad of sticky notes and a few pens. After taking one of each, I locate the newest idea.
The note on the wall reads, “There’s been some talk about a Halloween party topic. What does everyone think?”
I affix my note beneath it. “YES WE TOTALLY NEED ONE!”
I walk away and am about to leave the topic, but I stop. I’m a Party Bosscrasher. I can, and should, make this topic myself!
I grab another note to mention that I’ll just make it myself. I leave the topic to go create one of my own. Once satisfied with my building, I unlock the doors. The last thing I do is alert the other Party Bosscrashers I know to be here.
Mipollo is the first user to arrive. “Howdy! Never participated in parties in the old days, but better late than never. What do people usually do at these things?”
“Usually just chatting and sometimes a little silly RPing. I myself got into fights with Sham’s leprechauns and Glubby’s C.H.D. Committee and my renegade Minecraft sheep army.”
“Can I ask what made the sheep turn renegade?”
“Well, it’s a long story.”
Since no one else is here, I have time to explain the whole thing. It’s simply a disagreement over lemonade. Yes, lemonade.
Tad arrives, the first to answer my call for Party Bosscrashers.
“Was that the gang we had were we basically crashed every party topic?” he asks.
“Yep. And if we were lucky, the party would endure months after the holiday was over.”
A4 is the next to arrive, and he calls for Guru to join him. “There’s a party over here! Free food!”
Um, I forgot the food... I tell one of my pigeons, and it leaves, soon returning with a few others carrying bags of pumpkin seeds.
Guru does arrive and gets into an argument with A4 over who will eat the innards of the pumpkin A4 is carving.
The next user to arrive makes it clear by destroying two walls as he jumps in. I can tell this is another Party Bosscrasher before I see that he’s Glubby.
“It’s high time one of these things happened again!” His expression darkens. “Oh, and guess who else is here?”
I draw my sword in anticipation.
A4 shares my guess. “Err, the C.H.D. Committee?”
A figure comes into view behind Glubby. And he looks the same? His nametag calls him Galactaknightfan8.
GKF8 speaks. “No, that worthless buffoon was actually referring to me, the Greatest Maybe a Dupe in existence. You should have known that.”
“Wow, I didn’t know that Maybe a Dupes could be so rude to their owners.”
“He doesn’t own me. I am an independent Maybe a Dupe. Anyway, do you know where I might find some candy corn?”
A4 offers a small bag of the candy. GKF8 accepts, but looks just as unhappy as he did when he walked in. He turns his attention to me.
“You know, tearing down all these walls is terribly uneconomical. It also damages the overall stability of the structure. What do you think you’re trying to do? I’m going to have to give you and that dumb loser MKF4 a fine.” GKF8 pulls out a clipboard and begins writing something.
“You can’t fine me, I made the place!” I say.
“As an official LMBE lawyer, I can legally confirm that topic creators are still within the realm of fining possibility. I am adding an extra two dollars to your fine for that remark.”
“Do you have evidence of being an official LMBE lawyer?”
Before he can answer, lasers come our direction, and the C.H.D. Committee comes in through the hole Glubby left. I knew they’d show up...
I use my typical strategy of shooting explosions at them from the air. Since my pigeons are already here, they’re able to help sooner. This battle inevitably damages the place further, but if GKF8 is saying anything I can’t hear him.
A third wall then comes down, and an army of orange mechs comes through.
Thankfully, my numerous pigeons are keeping the C.H.D. occupied, so I can focus on FlameForce. Non-fizzy lemonade and flaming coal blocks fly through the air. My explosions are able to direct some of these back at FlameForce.
GKF8’s face, while unchanging, seems even more unhappy than before. Now he seems to be concentrating. The ground begins to shake just slightly, and the mechs stop moving, their feet stuck to the ground.
He says, “How dare you break down another wall, after I made it clear not to do so! I’m going to fine and terminate you wool-covered nitwits so hard you’ll regret ever picking up a wrench to build those things!”
The force pulling the mechs to the ground grows more intense, and their projectiles are unable to launch far enough to touch me.
Another army bursts in, taking out the fourth wall. Sham’s green sheep.
“Protect, protect, protect our orange cousins!” they sing.
Since the place only had four walls, the loss of the last one causes the ceiling to fall. The green sheep fire a shrink ray at the collapsing ceiling, so it only lands on Glubby. That was probably a mistake... Seeing the mechs still trapped, the sheep then fire on GKF8. This breaks his concentration, so FlameForce is able to fire on him as well.
I use this distraction to check on Glubby. He’s not awake, but he’ll be fine soon enough. I bring him to the edge of the floor with me, where I hide under a table.
Under attack from two sheep armies, GKF8 has no choice but to leave the party. As he does so, the green sheep sing, “Evil, evil, evil are magic lawyer powers that stop sheep from moving!”
Oddly, the two sheep armies aren’t shooting at each other. The sheep continue singing their opera.
Meanwhile, my pigeons and some leprechauns are repairing the party. They complete one wall at a time, but struggle to keep the fourth wall intact. They end up using molasses and packing tape to solve this, then add four additional walls and a ceiling.
The opera’s tune changes to one more celebratory, then FlameForce just leaves. Looks like hiding under a table worked.
It’s only a matter of time before more destruction occurs, but that’s just the fun of the party.
-last edited on Nov 5, 2021 10:19:03 GMT by HannahDash
Post by HannahDash on Nov 5, 2021 10:17:14 GMT
Chapter 7: The Threat Revealed
The leprechauns continue firing their water pistols. It’s just pumpkin juice, their typical projectile of choice for this time of year. Using my sword didn’t feel fair, so I instead grabbed a carved pumpkin from the table and am using that to block their shots.
An older leprechaun steps forward and fires from a fancy pistol. I again block with the pumpkin, but the front half melts away and drops to the floor, melting the floor as well! That’s not normal pumpkin juice... I drop the remaining pumpkin and pull out my sword. This is justified now.
I create an explosion at the special pistol to blow it up before it can cause more damage. The explosion causes the pistol’s juice to scatter across the room. The leprechauns hide under a table, but some of the juice melts that, so they back against the furthest wall. Oops, I maybe could have been more careful...
“Stay over there!” I shout.
A figure throws open the door, running inside without closing it. His hood covers much of his face. He’s shaking.
“They are coming! They’ve invaded the HannahDash Returns topic! THEY ARE COMING!”
With this he collapses to the floor. I hurry over to check on him. I lift his hood to see the face of Sham holding an expression of pure terror. He says nothing, only staring at me.
I lay him on an empty table, then go to a food table to get a glass of fizzy lemonade. Maybe this will help revive him. I put the drink to his lips, and it seems to work. After swallowing, he blinks a few times and looks up at me.
“Hannah? Did I get here in time?”
“I think so. Unless you were referring to the C.H.D.? They attacked here and my other topic a week ago.”
“No, no, it’s the ! They’re in the other topic, I—Oh no.”
A user with two swords steps through the open door. Another Sham! First two versions of Glubby, and now this? Is there another version of me running around too?
This second Sham says, “I have you now, sham! Once we are rejoined, I will bring Hannah to the .”
Instead of swords, the first Sham pulls a large pouch from beneath his cloak. “You will never defeat us both.”
The second Sham runs at us, both swords at the ready.
Since there’s two of them, I’ll need to give them different names to keep them straight. I’ll name them after their faces: -Sham and -Sham.
-Sham produces another item from his cloak: a water pistol. He unloads its entire capacity of pumpkin juice onto the floor in -Sham’s path. -Sham slips on the puddle, dropping his Shamadium Sword in the process. -Sham takes an explosive from his pouch and throws it at -Sham. -Sham brings his sword back to himself just in time to block the explosive and at the same time turn it to a harmless sham.
I shoot an explosion at -Sham, knocking him back. He uses his Implodium Sword in similar manner, pulling both -Sham and I further back. -Sham throws a few more explosives. -Sham creates an implosion to pull the explosives toward me. I attempt to use an explosion to push them away, but that instead detonates them. That, combined with the force from the explosion that caused it, sends me flying back and hitting the nearest wall.
Which, unfortunately, is the fourth wall, the one covered in molasses. I’m stuck. IceFire tosses me a water bottle so I can work on getting free.
And that’s when GKF8 returns to the party. He looks around with his usual disapproving gaze.
“This building is even worse than the last!” he says. “The octagonal shape is an inefficient fit into the city grid, every surface is covered in dents, and that excuse for a fourth wall has already trapped someone.” GKF8 stares at me a moment. “She deserves it, though.”
GKF8 then turns his attention to the ongoing battle of the Shams. He approaches. Does he expect to stand a chance against -Sham? ...or is he on the ’s side?
GKF8 looks right at -Sham. “Shamrock7203, you are in possession of stolen property.”
GKF8 holds out his hand, and the Implodium Sword comes to it! We’re all too stunned to say anything.
-Sham backs away. “Your arrival only delays the inevitable. The will return!”
Once I finally get free of the molasses, I decide to reward myself with a slice of pumpkin pie.
“Thanks for that water. It helped,” I say to IceFire.
“No problem.”
As I’m enjoying the pie, something bonks me on the head and falls to the ground. I set down my plate and draw my sword, but I don’t see an attacker.
“It’s okay,” IceFire says.
He picks up the object. It’s some piece of technology, with thrusters and a screen which reads only, “Tag, you’re it!”
“You have to bring this to the topic of that name,” IceFire explains, “then you send it to someone else.”
I finish my pie before following the instructions. I locate the topic and enter. The text on the screen now says, “Ciblast tagged you, now tag anyone else.”
In the center of the room is a pillar with a slot for the object. I place it there and the screen changes again to give me the choice of who to tag.
I know just who to pick. Nadajay has been around, I’ve seen him multiple times since I joined, but he hasn’t spoken a word. Maybe this will get him to acknowledge me.
After launching the object, I step closer to the others in the room. Ciblast is in an argument with Guru over HSDTSFCFTP anatomy. I’ve come across those creatures a few times, but that doesn’t mean I know much more about the matter.
Henny and A4 are discussing how much mods can invade users’ privacy, since that’s to an extent a necessity. They don’t quite agree on whether designers, being staff, have that privilege. Henny keeps glancing at me.
I don’t need to be worried about it. He doesn’t have the face of .
Guru stands next to the pillar. “We need a new rule: no tagging inactive users!”
“I didn’t tag an inactive user!” I say. “He’s quiet, but I’ve seen him.”
“I didn’t say you did. It’s been happening.”
“If he takes too long, I’ll tag someone else.”
It turns out I don’t have to. Nadajay soon arrives and heads straight for the pillar. He’s smiling, but that seems to be a facade. His body language suggests nervousness. He launches the object and leaves without greeting me.
I return to the party. Glubby’s back, and GKF8 is still here, but they’re on opposite sides of the room. Hmm, maybe Glubby can give some answers...
Glubby speaks before I get the chance. “So the ’s back?”
“I guess so. I don’t know how. But I saw it in the other Sham’s eyes. And I felt its presence.” I pause. Time to change the subject. “Sham’s not the only one with a clone running around.”
“Sham has a sham made from the power of his sword. I don’t know what the deal with GKF8 is.”
“Did you have a dupe on the MBs?”
“The dupes merged when the worlds did. I don’t know where GKF8 came from. All I know is that he hates me.”
“He seems to hate everybody.”
“He tolerates some people.”
I decide to go check on Sham. Ever since I got back, he’s been standing in the corner, staring at the door.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“How can I be okay when the is on the loose and I’m a sham?”
“Well, you at least have control of yourself, so in a way you’re more the real Sham.”
An emote comes into view. I draw my sword.
...Where’s it going? It’s just spinning aimlessly, so I can’t quite make out its face. But it’s not a .
“What’s that?” I ask Sham.
“That’s a .”
“This is the first time I’ve seen an emote around here... or anywhere in Real Life for that matter.”
“That’s because they were destroyed when the worlds merged. Well, mostly. The emotes in our swords still exist, and somehow the survived.”
“The wasn’t even on the MBs, so how did it get here?”
“Nobody knows. We’ve tried asking it, but it never talks.”
The continues to spin around, now quite close to GKF8. It bumps his leg.
“Watch where you’re going!” GKF8 says.
The ignores him, and nearly hits him again. GKF8 uses the Implodium Sword to press the emote to the ground.
Poor thing...
I step forward. “Hey, leave it alone!”
“Mind your own business!” GKF8 replies.
I’m not sure why, but I feel compelled to help the . I raise my sword. “I said leave it alone.”
I return to the party. Glubby’s back, and GKF8 is still here, but they’re on opposite sides of the room. Hmm, maybe Glubby can give some answers...
Glubby speaks before I get the chance. “So the ’s back?”
“I guess so. I don’t know how. But I saw it in the other Sham’s eyes. And I felt its presence.” I pause. Time to change the subject. “Sham’s not the only one with a clone running around.”
“Sham has a sham made from the power of his sword. I don’t know what the deal with GKF8 is.”
“Did you have a dupe on the MBs?”
“The dupes merged when the worlds did. I don’t know where GKF8 came from. All I know is that he hates me.”
“He seems to hate everybody.”
“He tolerates some people.”
I decide to go check on Sham. Ever since I got back, he’s been standing in the corner, staring at the door.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“How can I be okay when the is on the loose and I’m a sham?”
“Well, you at least have control of yourself, so in a way you’re more the real Sham.”
An emote comes into view. I draw my sword.
...Where’s it going? It’s just spinning aimlessly, so I can’t quite make out its face. But it’s not a .
“What’s that?” I ask Sham.
“That’s a .”
“This is the first time I’ve seen an emote around here... or anywhere in Real Life for that matter.”
“That’s because they were destroyed when the worlds merged. Well, mostly. The emotes in our swords still exist, and somehow the survived.”
“The wasn’t even on the MBs, so how did it get here?”
“Nobody knows. We’ve tried asking it, but it never talks.”
The continues to spin around, now quite close to GKF8. It bumps his leg.
“Watch where you’re going!” GKF8 says.
The ignores him, and nearly hits him again. GKF8 uses the Implodium Sword to press the emote to the ground.
Poor thing...
I step forward. “Hey, leave it alone!”
“Mind your own business!” GKF8 replies.
I’m not sure why, but I feel compelled to help the . I raise my sword. “I said leave it alone.”
I return to the party. Glubby’s back, and GKF8 is still here, but they’re on opposite sides of the room. Hmm, maybe Glubby can give some answers...
Glubby speaks before I get the chance. “So the ’s back?”
“I guess so. I don’t know how. But I saw it in the other Sham’s eyes. And I felt its presence.” I pause. Time to change the subject. “Sham’s not the only one with a clone running around.”
“Sham has a sham made from the power of his sword. I don’t know what the deal with GKF8 is.”
“Did you have a dupe on the MBs?”
“The dupes merged when the worlds did. I don’t know where GKF8 came from. All I know is that he hates me.”
“He seems to hate everybody.”
“He tolerates some people.”
I decide to go check on Sham. Ever since I got back, he’s been standing in the corner, staring at the door.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“How can I be okay when the is on the loose and I’m a sham?”
“Well, you at least have control of yourself, so in a way you’re more the real Sham.”
An emote comes into view. I draw my sword.
...Where’s it going? It’s just spinning aimlessly, so I can’t quite make out its face. But it’s not a .
“What’s that?” I ask Sham.
“That’s a .”
“This is the first time I’ve seen an emote around here... or anywhere in Real Life for that matter.”
“That’s because they were destroyed when the worlds merged. Well, mostly. The emotes in our swords still exist, and somehow the survived.”
“The wasn’t even on the MBs, so how did it get here?”
“Nobody knows. We’ve tried asking it, but it never talks.”
The continues to spin around, now quite close to GKF8. It bumps his leg.
“Watch where you’re going!” GKF8 says.
The ignores him, and nearly hits him again. GKF8 uses the Implodium Sword to press the emote to the ground.
Poor thing...
I step forward. “Hey, leave it alone!”
“Mind your own business!” GKF8 replies.
I’m not sure why, but I feel compelled to help the . I raise my sword. “I said leave it alone.”
is supposed to be gone. Not only was it locked away in the Banned User Dungeon, but its fate had been further sealed when the Message Boards merged with Real Life, destroying emotes in the process.
The long-awaited (possibly 
) sequel to Unusually Spooky is here! And spooky season is again around the corner, totally not because I took so long to figure the plot out. 
is supposed to be gone. Not only was it locked away in the Banned User Dungeon, but its fate had been further sealed when the Message Boards merged with Real Life, destroying emotes in the process.
) sequel to Unusually Spooky is here! And spooky season is again around the corner, totally not because I took so long to figure the plot out. 
-Sham and ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
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Goodbye LMBs...
