The year is 3347. The cyber net has become a world of its own. For years the line between reality and fiction has smudged. You can live in either world you choose and live life through in that world. Sprocket007 chose the cyber world for his home, and one day he found an old broken sight called The Lego Message Boards Eternal. This is where we begin.
“Whoa,” Said Sprocket007 to himself, “This place is so totaled!” “You’re right,” A voice croaked from the darkness, “It was totaled long ago by a virus. The virus had taken color. It had taken themes. It had taken Mods. But what finally took it apart for good was the destruction of the emoji. A wise person once said the Tungey Smiley was the base of the LMBS. They were right. It was our punctuation, our blood life and our last bit of hope with the LMBS. Our hope and activity died with theemoji.” “But there has to be hope,” Said Sprocket007, “Somewhere.” “There is hope,” The man responded, “I have found the cyber address for Ardent Four." “Who,” Asked Sprocket. “The emoji maker of the LMBS,” Said the man sending the address to him, “On your journey you will find Mods who escaped the virus. Take them with you. They will help you. Find them. Bring them back. Save the LMBS. Bring back the Users” “I…I can try,” responded Sprocket in wonder. “No,” Responded the man tipping back his sombrero, “You will. I know you will. Good luck.” And with that the man disappeared.
Sprocket007 headed to one of his homes and started gathering things he would need for his journey. “Wait wait wait,” he thought to himself, “I’m going to try to save some junky sight because a dude in a sombrero said I should?” Ever since he lost his best friend in JA-17 (Just Action #17 this is a fictional game and any resemblance to any game, running or retired is completely coincidental) server that had a virus in it he had been entirely less confident and adventuress. It’s been said a lot of people died in hey-wire games that year. He sometimes wondered if it was a “coincidence” like the creators of those games said it was. He would probably always be suspicious of those “accidents.” But deep inside he knew this was the right thing to do. Anyway he had nothing else to do except world build. And this sounded interesting. So he kept packing and listened to that small voice instead of all the shouting ones. An hour later he set out on his journey through sights and forums he'd never heard of. As he walked down the street he grew more and more bored and thought seriously about going home. “This whole thing is weird,” he thought to himself, “I should just turn around and go home right now!” But he never did. This is one part of a hero; pushing through, no matter how scared or tired or bored you get. He walked on and after awhile the faces and sights and the smells got more and more unfamiliar. He slept in hotels and walked and rode “mother board” buses (Which are a lot different than ours) for days until one day something peculiar happened.
What happens next? find out in Part Three which is coming soon!
TY! More soon (Hopefully!) as soon as I get my rear in gear I already have some written but not much
*Teleport down in a shaft of light* Who calls the name of Dill? Who has woken me form my stasis?
*Starts crying* Why is everyone so scary? I just want to share my stories! (This response was probably due to not enough chocolate today. Please check in tomorrow and we might be less emotional )
*Teleport down in a shaft of light* Who calls the name of Dill? Who has woken me form my stasis?
*Starts crying* Why is everyone so scary? I just want to share my stories! (This response was probably due to not enough chocolate today. Please check in tomorrow and we might be less emotional )
Oh hey, uh don't cry. your stories looking great. (Ikr, wish I had chocolate. )
*Starts crying* Why is everyone so scary? I just want to share my stories! (This response was probably due to not enough chocolate today. Please check in tomorrow and we might be less emotional )
Oh hey, uh don't cry. your stories looking great. (Ikr, wish I had chocolate. )
Oh thank you! I was thinking about…wait I probably shouldn’t spoil what I’m hoping to post tomorrow! (The sorrow of chocolate deprived wiminz ) Sry for the lack of color I’m attempting to do this on an iPhone