[happy_doughnut]

Hmm...I'm not too good at this but I'm trying to do a story involving members from here. This is just the beginning and i'm doing it outta the top of my head lol. I'll write some of the main point so you guys can get the idea and when I'm done I'll post it all up.

*NOTE* The people I used in the story were picked at random (by me!). I ask that you please don't take anything said in this thread the wrong way. I'm just making it for fun. Besides, I luv you all!!

~~~~~~INTRO~~~~~~~~

At a time in which video gaming was at it's peak, there was a great battle. All the forum communities wanted to emerge as the victor and be crowned the elite of the elite.
Admins. and Mods. would have to carefully select and send the chosen squad to defend their home. The question was who would they send and would they survive.
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Fortune: This fax just came in Harry.
Harry: What is it? Let me see.
* Harry reaches out and takes the fax from Fortune and reads it aloud*
" Dear leaders of the Ps2Fantasy Forum:
Greetings mortals. This letter is of no friendly sort. It is a warning.
As you may have noticed, our squad has already fought and eliminated many other forums. Us the Mighty Santas will not tolerate and will slaughter any opposition. You have a total of 3 days to make up your squad that will include 5 cadets. Brace yourselves. You're next."
**Harry wrinkles the fax with his hand**

Fortune: 3 days! This can't be happening! Holy crap! What will we do!!
Harry: Calm down Fortune...we'll figure something out.
**Fortune grabs her head and begind running around in circles**
Fortune: They'll destroy all of my wallpapers! Oh good gracious mother of saint bob what will we do!!!
**Harry holds Fortune by the arms in hopes of calming her down**
Harry: Look, running around won't help us. Let's ask some mods. for their advice.
Fortune: I...I...my surrealist wallpaper!!
Harry: Fortune!! Get a hold of yourself!!!!
Fortune: Bu---bu bu but!*takes a deep breath** okay...let's hold a metting.
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*Over an intercom*
Harry: Attention all moderators, your presence at the Moderator Room has been requested. It is of extreme emergency. I repeat, all moderators please go to the M.R.
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*Mourdor suddenly stops drinking his Pepsi*
Mourdor: What do you think the matter is?
SSSnake: I dunno. What you talkin 'bout??
Mourdor: *sigh* Nevermind, let's just go.
SSSnake: Go where!?!
*Mourdor covers his face with his hands*
Mourdor: Just follow me okay.

**Mourdor and SSSnake take off to the MR**
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**Inside the room Harry, Meryl, Soul, CC and Fortune who is still running around wildly are already there**

CC: What's the matter with Fortune?
Harry: Nothing. Don't mind her.
Meryl: Why are we here Harry?
Mourdor: Yeah, what's up?
Harry: It is sad to inform you all that we are going to be attacked in 3 days...
CC: What!!!
Ssnake: Huh? I thought we were having doughtnuts and tea.
**Everyone glares at Ssnake**
Ssnake: What!
Harry: ANYWAY...we have to prepare a squad of 5. But I don't know who...
CC: Why don't we go! We have to defend our home!
Ssnake: Why, whose fighting?????
**Fortune still running around in the background**
Fortune: Oh holy papa of saint mcdonalds.....holy uncle of saint taco bell.....
Mourdor: Yeah! We have to defend this place and all our friends!
Harry: Will you really do it?
**Every one except Meryl and Ssnake (who is still waiting for his doughnuts and has no clue of what's happening**
"yeah!"
Meryl: Wait...who are we fighting??
Harry: Oh yeah, I forgot: The Mighty Santas.
Mourdor: The who?
Soul: What's that?
CC: What a name...
Harry: I know, but they are deadly.
CC: It doesn't matter! We''l take em down!
Ssnake: Take what down? I'm confused...
Soul: Yeah! We'll show them!
Meryl: But you guys do realise that by us going...we may die and then there will be no resistance here to stop them.
Ssnake: Huh?
Soul: Then what do you propose Meryl.
CC: Yeah, do you have any better ideas?
Snake: Huuuh??
Mourdor: *ahem* Don't mind him. Well, then what should we do?
**suddeenly they smell smoke...everyone turns around to see Fortune on the ground beside hundreds of little statues**
Mourdor: Uh, Fortune..what are you doing?
Fortune: Oh holy granpaw of saint huskys....
Meryl: whaaat?
Ssnake: huh?
**suddenly Fortune stands up**
Fortune: What?
Harry; Nothing...
Meryl: you do realize we're getting nowhere right?
Harry: Ah yes, so...what'll we do.
Meryl: Here's what I propose. I say we should send all the newballs. you know how they are. They'll believe anything. We can just tell them that they've been branded as elite warriors. They'll go.
Mourdor: So what you're saying is that we should send all the
"slow" people.
Meryl: No duh.
Ssnake: Can someone please explain to me what's going on!!
*Soul hands Ssnake a cookie*
Soul: Nothing Snake. here, enjoy.
Ssnake: Finally...yay!
CC: But isn't that wrong?
Fortune: Of course not. I mean, if some of us have to die, it might as well be the dimwitted ones right?
*everyone*
"True"
Mourdor: I dunno...
Soul: Oh come on...it'll be okay
Mourdor: I guess so.
CC: So who will we choose?
*Meryl and Fortune look at each other*
Fortune; Just leave that to us.
Harry: Very well. I shall be expecting your results by 25.5249 hours.
Meryl: yes.
Ssnake: Are there anymore cookies?
**everyone shakes their head**
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ONTO THE TASK!!!
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Cut, I'm tired...I'll fix this up and divide it into sections for it shall be loooong lol.
Any comments???
I'll try and have it done by this weekend


Oh yeah, I KNOW there are hundreds of misspellings but I'll fix it later.