Congratulations, you're not deaf, blind, or illiterate.

*hugs Duckary* Get betterer.

REALLY LATE EDIT: Page claim in the name of the get-well card I wish I could give Duckeh. *presents the page to CT, and an imaginary get-well card to Dukki*

ANOTHER page?! *adds it to her collection and hugs Duckary*

Well, I obsess. *bows flamboyantly*

Oh, no, not the flamboyance again...

PH34R the flamboyance.

How much will you pay me?

FLAMBOYANCE! *hugs 4I and Acid and Duckary*

Back on topic now, since I have nothing to really add to this thread.

I would reply but somebody else needs to do something k thnx.

THE DEADNESS CAN GO ON NO LONGER! SOMETHING MUST HAPPEN!

...or I will kill someone. Nyuu.

I'd write something, but I need to go to bed. Har har har har.

Well, I believe Strato posted the last story segment. The last story segment in the Duck Tape cult building, where all my characters are, was posted by Gecko, but it is so inaccurate that I am pretty sure not to count it. The only way I could think to do anything would be to introduce another character, but then this character would need a quest (and a profile). However, there is a character I have had in mind for a while that I might use. He was at first for the Post 3.1 game, but since Lem_Gambino seems to have killed that, I suppose I should take this character elsewhere...

It seems that everyone who wants to write something won't.

Won't, or can't. I'm in the throes of a massive writer's block. Have been since about mid-January. *sigh*

Writer's block sux0rz. Hugs.

^^; *hugs back*

Time to end this madness and restart the insanity. OMG I'M GOING TO WRITE IN THE WAR TAVERN LOL =D

L_G looked over at the remains of the construction site. It was in complete ruins, and the famous War Tavern was flattened beyond recognition. Dozens of dead turtle guards laid about, and the dark thunder clouds that L_G had summoned to zap everyone broke up into normal clouds. "I really didn't want to that..." says L_G, catching his breath. He shouldn't have lost his temper like that... "All I wanted to do was go for a drink and listen to some war stories, but that'll have to wait. Something's up and I'm going to find out what."
Drinking an X-Potion to regain his strength, L_G set out, following the footprints left by another rabbit...
...named Ducky. Of course, L_G didn't know who she was, since he is not omnipotent like the real-life L_G typing this right now. L_G shook his head and said, "She must be crazy, sleeping out here like this. Better set up camp." L_G reached into his pocket and took out a small capsule. He pressed the button and tossed the capsule on the ground. With a puff of smoke and a loud BOM! sound, the capsule tranformed into a small house with the words "Pandamonium Manor" on the side. L_G picked up the sleeping rabbit ('She must be a heavy sleeper,' thought L_G), and placed her on a bed that was far more comfortable than the cold, hard ground outside. The mysterious rabbit that was there earlier didn't like how this was turning out. He snarled, and moved closer to the little house.

You should post a profile in everyone's characters.

I just might do that. Now, who else shall continue this story? It's kind of boring to have only one person write this, ya know...=/

How does a random interlude posted due to not being able to do anything with my other characters at the moment sound?

In his chair, bathed in the flickering lights from the video screens filling the wall of his command room, yet somehow still in a deep bubble of shadows and gloom, Rspss Fr broods. Suddenly, he perks up. He turns, spinning the rolling chair he is sitting in, and speaks. "Come." A figure detaches from the shadow where he was hiding, so skillfully one would say he was not there before...

That's good. I think I'll undo my last post, since Ducky hasn't been on this board in like, forever.

L_G overlooked the remains of the War Tavern. Surrounding on all sides were various construction equipment, all of which were deserted. L_G shook his head and said, "Devan's gone too far this time." He follows the footprints of turtle soldiers, until he encounters a stray Schwartzenguard. Having the order of killing any and all rabbits on sight, he raises his gun and fires...
Missing completely. L_G dodged the blast long before the guard could pull the trigger. He gets behind him and puts a hole right through the back of the guard's head. "Anyone who works for Devan should be punished. But since your life was miserable anyway, I decided to to relieve you of your pain. Rest peacefully," says L_G in a grim tone. He continues to foolow the footprints and sees a building in the distance.

Dewar watched him leave, an expression of concern on the rabbits face. He stepped over the fallen guard. Another faliure, true the war tavern was gone, but no matter what he did they always seemed to prevail. Pitiful fools, thats what they were, all of them. He rubbed the scar on his neck thoughtfully. It wouldn't matter, soon enough he'd steal enough equipment to... There was no time for daydreaming; Devan's lackey's took a dim view to rabbits and when he reported his faliure he'd be in enough hot water to keep him on his toes for awhile.

"What?!" Jack practically exploded. "What do you mean, the War Tavern's gone?"
"I only just heard about ten minutes ago," Firefox replied, trying to remain as calm as possible. "Something totalled the whole building."
"Like what?"
"If I knew, I'd tell you," Firefox said. "All I heard was that the 'Tavern was reduced to rubble, the construction site was completely deserted, and there wasn't any life for at least a mile around. I can only hope Ducky and Night Fire are okay."
Jack sat up quickly, throwing his legs over the side of the bed. "I'm not going to just sit here and wonder what happened. No way. I'm coming with you."
"Are you nutty? You got stung by a giant scorpion. Who knows if that venom is still inside you?"
Jack felt around the side of his neck, where the sting had landed. "See? I'm fine. Absolutely fine. Now let's go."
Before Firefox could stop him, Jack was already up and out the door. Firefox could only give chase as Jack tore out of the hospital, dead-set on the War Tavern...

The figure walks forwards, and turns it's head up. From under a heavy hood, crazed red eyes glow like torches. A single chain link, glowing red so softly it is nearly invisible even in the gloom of the shadow, spins around him. He starts to speak, in a tone like the wind whispering through a tree. "Lieutenant General... one of my scryers has a report ready. It is... interesting." The figure melts back into the shadow, so artfully that said watcher would think he simply vanished.

Rspss Fr sighs at his left-hand man's need for dramatic entrances, and heads to the magic quarters.

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...?

My thoughts exactly.

If I had any thought to begin with, that is certainly what it would be.

SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING >(((

One can tell that 4I is aggravated when he starts writing all in caps with no sign of punctuation. This means 4I is aggravated.

I'm getting the feeling that 4I is aggravated. I wonder why?

Anyway, I'd write but I've lost track of what's going on.

The main problem is that people are just writing about themselves, whether or not they actually have anything to do with the story. I'll try to figure out what's going on later, and maybe then post something.

*agrees with Unknown*

I disagree. The main problem is that almost everyone was in the duck tape cult building, and thus the entire plot there froze when Gecko stopped posting. I was about to have my namesake character actually join the rest of the story as best as I could, if it wasn't that I was the last one that did something.

"What the flippin' heck happened here?" asked Jack, observing the wreckage of the 'tavern. A large crowd of animals had gathered at the pile of rubble, but none could supply an answer to his question. He tried again. "Does anyone know what happened to the rabbits inside?"
"Sure, I know!" supplied an energetic young squirrel. "They got hauled off by duck tapes!"
A duck tape conveniently walked by at that moment, quacking.
"Do you know where they were taken?"
"I think they were taken to Devan, but we have no idea what Devan did to them."
"Argh, argh argh!"
"Jack, considering what you've been through, you shouldn't put this much stress on yourself," warned Firefox.
"Not put so much stress on myself, eh? Oh sure, and I suppose lying in bed worrying about what happened would have been better?!"
"Point taken."
Jack looked around, to see if there could possibly be any more clues. He noticed a pair of rabbit tracks, leading to a dead schwartzenguard...

Yay for Acid!

"I'm coming with you," said the black rabbit, glancing at the mage. "I have my reasons."
"Sorry," replied Martin, beginning to exit the room, "but this guy is classified information now. Just feel lucky we weren't ordered to destroy the building."
The rabbit silently fumed as Delta and Martin left, carrying the mage with them. Obviously, they were not going to willingly give him the information he required. He would have to follow them.
So thinking, the black rabbit melted into the shadows, slinking along the walls at a quite impressive speed. He was still following when Delta and Martin exited the building, and reached their high-tech transporation. He was inside when it took off.

"Quick!" secreted Acid, jumping away from the doorway. "They're coming this way! Everyone hide!"
There was instant pandemonium. Batty Buddy took the easiest route and flew up to the ceiling. Spaztic, Toxic and BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ ran into a dark passage, while everyone else poured off to the left in a pushing, shoving mass of bodies and fur.
(Can't stop running,) thought Spaztic, (or the clowns will eat me. Can't stop running, or the clowns will eat me. Can't stop running, or... whoops!)
(This sort of thing NEVER happened when I acted like I was in charge!) thought BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, narrowly missing a statue of the Drabian God of Wisdom. (Why, in the old days, I'd have had a super weapon and a merchandising scheme ready last tuesday, before this mess even started! Now all I can think of is beer. Mmm... ack!)
(It's too dark.) thought Toxic. (Oops.)
With varying degrees of surprise and anger, the three fleeing Tavern peeps fell down a flight of stairs into an equally dark basement.
"Whoa... where are we?" asked Spaztic, unaware of the one thing that could always be found in basements.
"...FREE BEER!" shouted BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, grabbing a crowbar and attacking the nearest barrel.

Ducky gradually woke up, memory of where she was and what had happened slowly reasserting itself. The cherry table... Devan... Foo... Elias... Firefox's blaster...
Ducky quickly sat up, looking around. There it was. Not stolen or anything. Good. Now, where was she going...?
After a few minutes of thought, Ducky decided she didn't really have any set direction in mind. The War Tavern was the usual landmark, but it didn't seem safe right now. Maybe if she walked on for long enough, she'd run into Clockwork!

Stryker jumped from tree to tree, making sure not to fall far enough behind that Ducky would be out of his line of vision. She was obviously not a very warlike person, and considering the number of political upheavals lately, it was unwise to wander around Carrotus without a protector. Stryker knew he made an excellent protector, what with his elite ninja skills and all. Although with that blaster she was carrying, trouble was bound to happen no matter how close an eye he kept on her.
...in fact, there was some now.
"Halt in the name of Tubelectric!" cried an old man's voice, and Ducky obediantly skidded to a halt. Stryker stopped as well, choosing a good place to observe the happenings, but easy to exit from if such was required.
An army of ostriches marched into view, being lead by what was apparently an elderly woodpecker. As a body, they stopped, and aimed a strange assortment of weapons at Ducky, who glanced briefly at Firefox's blaster before deciding against it.
"You will... I say, aren't you from the War Tavern?" asked the woodpecker, staring intently at Ducky.
"Umm.. yes?"
"Then I'm afraid it's our duty to take you prisoner. Ostrich army... military victory time... NOW!"
"I don't think so." said Stryker, jumping down before he quite knew what he was doing. Ignoring Ducky's startled glance, he put on a show of false bravado. "You SHALL not pass!"

"...so that's when I decided to come back here." finished Dewar, looking down at the floor, as was expected when talking to Devan. That way, he did not notice the turtle's otherwise obvious aggravation.
Devan held his head in his hands. What was going wrong? He had had a plan - granted, it was more a string of hastily thrown together sub plots then a normal plan, but it had been a plan... and now everything was going to pot. The duck tapes had apparently been useless, his construction team were all but destroyed, and those song and dance ostriches were nowhere to be found.
"Any sign of the War Taverners?" asked Devan, trying to make the best of a bad situation.
"None, sir. I would assume they are still captured."
"Well, that's one point for us in this mess. At this rate, I'll have to postpone my attack another year, at least."
"A year, sir? But I did get the super weapons you wanted..."

"All right, you mage peoples, what have you got for me?" asked RSPSS, striding into the Magic Quarters.
"You aren't going to like it." replied one of the scryers, his eyes never leaving the crystal ball in front of him.
"Give it to me anyway."
"If you insist. One of our mages - the one assigned to the Duck Tape Cult Headquarters, if you recall..."
"I do recall. Get on with it."
"Certainly. One of our mages has been captured, by the Delta and Martin team, and is going to be interrogated within the hour."
"Argh. Well, what are you waiting for? Execute him before he can tell them anything."
"Understood." said the scryer, his hands beginning a series of strange mystic passes.

Meanwhile, Strato and James and Justice and Curvegrinder probably did something or other. I don't really know who any of them are and I don't feel like writing about them right now.

Martin looks back. Well, he has the mage, now knocked out and on the back of a truck Martin just rented so he wouldn't have to lug a mage around all day. He soon will have his pay. Everything seems to be going smoothly...

One thing you must learn in stories is to never, ever, think that.

The mage, after a moment of tense energy buildup that Martin would have noticed had magic any effect on him, suddenly changed. His body becoming more insubstantial, and shrinking slightly, the mage quickly evaporates. After cursing out loud, Martin springs to action. "I see no residue, it looks like an evaporation spell. But those are slow to cast, I think it might have been a spell kept in stasis on something he was wearing, like how spies keep cyanide pills on them in case of capture... but why would a mage who is working for a cult have something like this? They don't really expect to be suddenly captured and interrogated, or at least not enough to have a spell like this hidden on them..." Martin pauses for a moment in thought, and then goes on. "Delta, tell our employers about this."

Despite the angered glares from the ostrich army, Stryker held his ground, putting his body between them and Ducky. He gave the birds an equally harsh stare, and shifted one foot back, putting himself into a fighting stance.
The woodpecker was mildly nonplussed, and he narrowed his eyes at the imposing rabbit. "Who do you think you are, blasted rabbit? ...Bah, it doesn't matter. Ostrich army, level arms. Prepare to fire on the rabbits on my mark."
Ducky wasn't one to be completely helpless, however, and she readied Firefox's blastgun behind Stryker's back. If there was going to be action, and there were enemies to be toasted, she'd have a part in it. Especially after what they did to her War Tavern.
"Ready..." the woodpecker called out. There was a series of clicks as the ostriches cocked their guns. "Aim..."
Faster than the woodpecker could compensate for, Stryker bolted forward, and dropped to his back, feet forward. The woodpecker commander only had time for a surprised, gasping squeak as Stryker's foot connected with the underside of his beak, and there was a sickening snap as the bird's neck cracked, rendering him immediately unconscious.
Then Stryker dove headfirst into the massed army.
It wasn't long at all before chaos spread through the ranks, as the slow-witted birds, in an attempt to stop, or at least slow down, the fighting rabbit, shot each other. Stryker was a cyclone of pain, dealing fists and feet in every direction; as soon as there was a target even remotely close to him, it was knocked for a loop, staggering backwards in agony as it clutched a broken something.
Stryker only flinched for a moment as numerous, regular booms rang out from where he had dashed from, as Ducky pounded at the outside of the clustered ostriches with Firefox's blaster. Feathers flew up into the air as the confused birds were quickly eviscerated by the high-powered shells set loose by the blaster. Stryker leaped upward, using a nearby ostrich's face for leverage, and was able to grab hold of a tree branch to use in swinging to Ducky.
Stryker landed neatly on the ground a few feet to Ducky's left, and came up beside her. "There are too many of them. We have to get out of here."
Ducky, despite her adrenaline rush, nodded rapidly. "I concur."
The ostriches were still befuddledly shooting at each other as Stryker and Ducky made a hasty exit.

A generous distance away from the battlefield, Ducky slowed to a stop, and listened to the sounds of the revived woodpecker's enraged squawking. She turned around as Stryker approached. "Thanks for saving my behind, but who are you?"
"Name's Stryker. I'm a friend of a good number of the regulars at your Tavern. I heard about what happened, and I decided to help you out in finding them."
Ducky thought about this for a moment. "So... you're just following me to make sure I don't get myself into trouble, I take it?"
"Yeah, that's about the size of it."
"Oh. Okay." Ducky glanced at a tree, and thought some more. "Well, um, do you know where we're going?"
"By the looks of it, we were heading towards Velo City."
"Okay then. Let's resume heading towards Velo City."
"Sounds like a plan to me."
They continued their journey, Stryker keeping an open ear and a quick eye out for trouble, and Ducky holding Firefox's blaster loosely in one hand.
"By the way, what was with that 'You shall not pass!' bit?"
"I haven't the slightest, to tell you the truth. I don't even like Lord of the Rings."

"Urgh, my head..." Curvegrinder muttered. "I feel like I got hit by a truck. Justice? Are you arou-- why do I smell beer?"
"Wozzat?" came a voice from a short distance away. "Who's there?"
Curvegrinder could only managed a confused "Huh?" as he felt someone nudging his leg.
"Who are you?"
"Um... depends, who are you?"
"Toxic Bunny, at your service, or something."
"Oh. Um, call me Curvegrinder. Or Grinder. Or whatever."
"Okay, whatever." He saw the shadowy outline of a hand extended to help him up, and he took it, grunting as he came to his feet.
"Oog, my aching head. Is Justice around?"
"Here," Justice replied, a short distance away. "You've been conked out for almost two days now, man."
"Seriously?"
"No."
"Oh."
"Well, get your lazy butt up, man! There's free beer around!"
Curvegrinder groaned. "No thanks. I already have a hangover to end all alcohol."
"Suit yourself," Justice replied, as he strode off to get some more beer.

To be continued.

Delta turns to Martin, though this is a pointless gesture for someone usually invisible. "I contacted our employers. They are... unhappy about the loss, but they at least know that there is one rouge mage that won't be troubling the community again."
Martin looks at their stuff, and grimaces. "We really need to resupply, and I bet you need to get your projector repaired. You keep on flickering."
"I sure do need to get it repaired." A spark jumps up from the projector onto him, and he turns visible again. "Badly."
"Well, then let's head out for some repairs. Where is the nearest city that has both an electrical workshop and a market?"
"This place is rather backwater, which makes it unsuprising this duct tape mage was able to get so many victims. I'd say the best place for our needs, and the nearest, is... Velo City."
Martin starts up the truck, and sets off.
Delta coughs. "Wrong direction. Velo City is that way."
Martin looks at his map, and nods. He turns, and sets off in the right direction this time.

So, Martin and Delta head off to Velo City also. How much of a suprise was that?

Originally Posted by 4I Falcon

SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING >(((

One can tell that 4I is aggravated when he starts writing all in caps with no sign of punctuation. This means 4I is aggravated.

Repetition is all the rage these days.

Posting two peices of story in a row without anything happening inbetween is not, however.

EDIT- here's something funny I noticed.
When Martin and Delta came to the duck tape building, they did so on foot (or wing, or whatever). When Vio made that part of the story after Acid, Martin had some 'high tech transportation.' When I posted after that, Martin had a truck he just rented. I just love it when people don't pay attention to each other (me included, I didn't notice that 'high tech transportation' thing till now.)

True. Thus, we need to RECRUIT TEH WTERS TO AIDIFY TEH STORY MAKEISM *flort*

Methinks it is time to bug someone like L_G or Vio to do it.