MSPA Fanfiction IV

[-Benedict]

you guys you guys
guess what time it is
thats right

its time for more

Homekrigg Geniusstuck: Part III.5

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conqueringSavant [CS] is transmitting to gentlemanAdventurer [GA]

CS: GA?
GA: FOUL SPAWN OF THE WRETCHED CHARLATAN OF A KING WHO SITS UPON A THRONE OF LIES!!!!!!
CS: Oh, bollocks.
CS: This would explain the multiple regicide attempts earlier.
GA: I SWEAR TO DELIVER THE CLEANSING FIRES OF JUSTICE TO YOU AND YOUR NEFARIOUS KIN!!!!!
CS: Did we not JUST establish how you would leave us be, forever?
GA: I AGREED TO NO SUCH THING, DEMON PRINCE!
GA: NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR SHIP UNDER MY CONTROL, SWIFT JUSTICE WILL BE ADMINISTERED SWIFTLY!!!
CS: What is the extent of your manipulation abilities, Tryggvassen?
CS: Or, to be more precise, why haven't you ignited the castle's lift cells yet, thus dooming us all to a terrifying and painful death?
GA: I
GA: I HAVE PERFECTLY GOOD REASONS!!!!!
CS: Do tell.
GA: I
GA: I WILL NOT DOOM HUNDREDS OF INNOCENTS FOR THE SAKE OF CRIPPLING BUT ONE FOE!
CS: That's...
CS: remarkably unlike you.
CS: Is there a non-ersatz explanation you wish to provide?
GA: EXPLANATIONS OF THINGS ARE NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS, NEFARIOUS PRINCELING!!!!!!
CS: Would you like me to explain things?
GA: I
GA: YES
GA: YES, EXPLAIN YOURSELF, VILLAIN!
CS: Very well.
CS: From what I have been told, these devices have moved ourselves and various large edifices into a land called the Medium, in which we are expected to locate and destroy a scepter that will be retroactively causing the meteor storm that chased us here.
CS: Additionally, our interlopers have made it clear that all of us entrusted with one of the six devices will be necessary to accomplish this and escape said Medium.
CS: From this, it can be determined that if you TRY TO KILL ME, you will be turning this whole thing into an unwinnable scenario.
CS: I would really like it if that were to not happen.
GA: WHAT YOU WOULD LIKE IS NONE OF MY CONCERN!!!
CS: Dear lord, I keep forgetting you're madder than I am.
CS: Just listen.
CS: If you kill me, we will all die.
CS: That's a BAD THING.
GA: THIS IS NONSENSE!!!! THIS IS COMPLETELY UNFAIR!!!
CS: Yes, how unfair.
CS: You suffer the torture of not being allowed to murder me, while I am granted the luxury of having a psychotic suigenocidal Spark assume full control over my surroundings.
CS: The injustice is palpable.
GA: NKM KMLNHYJU
CS: I'm sorry?
GA: I ATTEMPTED TO SMASH THIS DEVICE.
CS: That's counterproductive.
CS: Could you just...
CS: Leave?
CS: Go play around in this crazy stormy lost continent place while I try to figure out what to do.
GA: THERE ARE NO STORMS HERE, VILE SPARKSPAWN.
GA: MARK MY WORDS, WULFENBACH:
GA: YOU HAVE NOT HEARD THE LAST OF OTHAR TRYGGVASSEN, GENTLEMAN ADVENTURER!

gentlemanAdventurer [GA] broke transmission from conqueringSavant [CS]

This will continue to be an ordeal. Regardless, sitting around these doomsday devices isn't accomplishing anything. You reflect on positive experiences regarding apocalyptic machinery and are unable to find much in the recesses of your mind- save the time you dissected a globe when you were four.

You hear screaming from the corridors. Crashing echoes from every which way as the ship's crew attempt to discover the source of the abrupt teleportation. Crashes echo especially loudly from ways in which Jägers have congregated to shout battlecries.

Battlecries?

Suddenly a rapid ticking fills your ears, and a strange black shape drops onto your head. AAAAAAAAAA GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT sword. Your rapier slices off one lock of your hair and one half of some strange demon clank. A mess of black gears wound so tightly that sprockets go flying when it bursts- and then every trace of it is gone, and a gigantic blue crystal appears in its place. How valuable is this strange object- and it disappears, and then the room turns white.

A... ladder, you suppose, with its rungs marked with increasingly goofy titles, stands in the middle of the room. Seeing nothing else, you begin to climb. You hand rests on a rung labeled "Regal Madsprout", and suddenly gaudily decorated coins flow out from the nothingness behind the ladder, and into... a pig?

This is just incredibly silly! What is going on?

The world once again flashes, and you are again onboard Castle Wulfenbach. A Jäger dashes down the hall.

"Aiiieegh! Hyu highnesch! Dere's all deez crazy leetle bitey tings wit all dese clankity perts end movin around reel fast! Dey eez gettin in ta containment tenks!"

"And these are making you run in fear?"

"Vot? Fear? Where?"

"Er-"

"Ohohahaha, hyu highnesch! Nut any of de fear! Dey is tiny and fun to heet! End dey splode up inta deez reel shinin-like stoff! We eez wantin hyu to com end be FIGHTIN' de tings! Eet eez hilareeze! Com on!"

The Jäger dashed a little furher down the hall before seizing a decorative battleaxe from the wall and making an about-face towards the commotion, shouting maniacally.

superawesomeBloodcurdler [SB] is transmitting to conqueringSavant [CS]

SB: hahahahaha i luv thos 1s thay r so funy
SB: nd al ov the imps, 2, thay r runing aroand nd geting puncxed nd freking owt
SB: thiss es the best prt ov the gam, 'cos ov how funy al ov the litl giys r nd alsoe the jagger giys r the gr8ist
CS: Excuse me, who are you?
SB: o im ZIMMY nd i m the 1 who iz the best
SB: 'cos i wus @ the top ov the lader nd wus the culist 1 who did al the best kileng
CS: You're in the group with Unfortunate Guardsman and Wandering Ocularis, right?
SB: o my gud the teexers wer the dummist 1s
SB: who cars aboat dem
SB: i wantid 2 tok 2 u 'cos i m frum the fyuxer!!!
CS: The what?
SB: fuk (haha i sed fuk( i dedn-t lyk the speling claz 'cos it stincs but i thinc its futur or somthing
CS: You're from the future.
SB: no wut i did wus me in the fyutur trixed anni in 2 comeing bak in tym nd then she (nd she is me ZIMMY( toled me al aboat wut wus gona hapen, so i no al the things frum the fyutur (but donet tel the othur 1s( but then the fyutur anni and fyutur ZIMMY got kiled 'cos of tym travel
SB: im sad aboat that
SB: but i no so meny fyutur sekrets aboat evurething, o k?
SB: thats wy im the see-er of blud
CS: Let me get this straight.
CS: You are Zimmy, Guardsman and Ocularis are the dumbest, and you know secrets from the future.
CS: This is because future you tricked future "Anni" into taking her back in time, where she shared secrets with you, her past self.
CS: And then they both died "because of time travel?"
SB: woaw yes thats wut im saing and i ges i speled a lot ov wurds rong
CS: And now you're contacting me.
SB: 'cos im BOOOOARD!!!
CS: I'm not in need of misspelled divinations right now. I need my father.
SB: o hey thats gud
SB: i no wear he is
CS: Really?
SB: yeah i can c him weeling his cxair bed thing al aroand the rume ful ov shutey lazr wepons
SB: theirs al thees fukn dum docters cxaisng him aroand 2.
CS: He's wheeling his chair/bed around the armory while being pursued by doctors?
SB: i ges
CS: Well. Thank you, I suppose.
SB: yea im guna stop toking 2 u 'cos ur boaring
SB: by gligmages
superawesomeBloodcurdler [SB] ceased transmitting to conqueringSavant [CS]

Rude dimensional interlopers aside, you have work to do.

Huh, that new rule seem like it came out of nowhere. Concerned parents I guess? Somebody ought to think of the children.

Anyway I came up with this AU some time ago, and I thought it was pretty cool so I wrote a prolouge and maybe it'll lead somewhere idk.

I'm tired so there might be mistakes and I'm pretty sure I switch tense some places in there, just a warning.

The Death of the Maid

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Once upon a time in a land far, far away there were two kingdoms. The kingdom of Prospit and the kingdom of Derse. The kingdom of Prospit was known for being peaceful and forgiving, whereas the kingdom of Derse was known as being strong and unforgiving. Yet, still it was Prospit who started the war. The war that almost destroyed an entire country.

There were many reasons for such a war beginning.


She had never gone to church before. Her mother didn’t really support of such things and instead wanted her to work and be useful. And once she saw the great cathedral in Derse, she thought that perhaps that was one of the reasons her town had been obliterated.

She and her ‘friends’ were completely different from the rest of the town, and as such they were seen as outcasts, even though the king and queen had officially taken them in, and all twelve stood under their protection. Some had even become the heirs to the throne as the rulers did not have any kids themselves. The girl, however, was nothing, but a lowly maid.

But she was okay with that. It gave her the possibility to walk around in the city, whenever the queen felt gracious, which was not often. But one day it happened and the girl went to the cathedral she had seen the day she had come to the city, walking in a line, a great metal ring around her neck and both hands and feet bound in chains.

She had never seen something quite like it. The castle was big to be sure, but not in a way as this. The castle was also a fortress, but the cathedral was not build for protection. It was built for awe and salutations. Walls and ceiling were covered in stained glass windows, revealing stories, unknown to her eyes. She stood watching the ceiling, trying to reach it, when a voice spoke behind her.

“What brings you to this church, my child?”

Quickly turning she looked up at a big man. He was not large, like the king, but he was tall and the clothes he was wearing seemed to somehow make him look bigger than he was. She could see from the materials of his clothes and his hat, that he was an important and therefore rich man. She especially noted the diamond sewn onto his chest, just above the place his heart would be.

“I am sorry I disturb, my lord, but I only came as I found the building majestic,” she said, being as humble as could and should be. “I will leave at once if that is your wish.”

“My child,” he answered in a soft and cold, but not completely uncaring, voice. “The church of the gods of the outer ring is a place for those who wish to stay.”

He started walking up the aisle, motioning the girl to follow. She did.

“I am the dignitary, but you can call me Draca. I am the one who takes care of this church and preach the words of the gods to whoever wishes to listen. Tell me, child,” he said turning his head as he stood before an altar. “Who are you?”

“My name is Aradia Medigo,” the girl said, doing a curtsy to show her respect. “I have recently been taken in by the king and queen and I am now being trained in the ways of a maid.”

“Ah, yes. I had heard the majesties had taken in some strange children. It is true then that your village was destroyed?”

“Indeed it is true, my lord,” Aradia nodded in agreement.

“You said you did not know of the gods,” Draca said after a pause. “Do you wish to learn?”

“Ve-very much so, my lord,” Aradia replied, eyes beaming and head furiously nodding.

“Then I shall teach you.”


Aradia’s life was now neatly divided in two. She would learn how to become a maid and once the queen said yes, she would go to church to learn of the ways of the gods. Luckily, Draca has a large influence and has as such granted the acceptance of the queen for such activities. Aradia is always completely concentrated during her lessons and while the maid training teaches her how to walk and talk, the training from the dignitary teaches her how to think and write. And she starts becoming a real woman.

They’re standing in the tower looking down upon the city. Aradia was soon to be done with her maid training and as a consequence, her training in the cathedral. She had grown, that was to be said, but the dignitary still towered over her.

“Do you believe in the world they made for you?” he asks her.

“Pardon, my lord?” she says quickly turning her focus to him.

“You heard me, child. Do you believe in the world they have created here?”

“I... How could I not? This is the real world is it not?” she says looking through the streets and to the castle.

“If you did not understand the question then you have not learned,” he says coldly as always. “I do not mean believe as in believe if it is real. I mean believe as believing in it. Is this the world you want?”

She looks to her feet and shakes her head. “It is not, my lord.”

“I have told you the legends of doom many a time. The legend of the prophets, those that claimed to be beyond the gods,” he continued. “Both kingdoms shall fall, but from the ashes a new rule shall rise.”

“A rule led by 16. From the kingdom of peace and the kingdom of war. Of light and darkness. Of weakness and strength,” Aradia finished. “Yes, my lord. But why do you bring the story up at this point?”

“The end is coming soon, my child,” he tells her. “You must prepare.”

It takes her a little while to realise what he means. “My lord, are you suggesting, that perhaps...?” she asks but is interrupted by the dignitary.

“The rule shall be led by the 16. Knight, seer, witch, mage, heir, thief, prince, page, sylph, rogue, bard, maid. Only together the 16 can begin a new world. The prophets cannot have more power than the gods, but perhaps they gods have given them a sign and told a true prophecy. And perhaps you are one of these, Aradia.”

Aradia was shaking and though her face showed feelings of bewilderment and fear, her eyes were beaming with something else entirely.

“The king is on the frontlines now and the queen holds the power of the kingdom. Tell her I wish to speak with her about this matter as well as letting you become my maid when you have finished your training.”

“Of course, my lord,” Aradia said before doing a curtsy and quickly running to the castle. She was excited. She couldn’t wait to tell the queen and her friends in the castle. It was like a dream coming true.


And the dream shattered with a single slap.

It was swung at her by the queen herself, as elegant and graciously as everything else the queen did.

“Do you mock me, peasant?” the queen asked her. The voice was cold as ice. “Should I, who have given you the clothes you wear, the manners your use, the food you eat and the bed you sleep in, give you up to a man as the dignitary?”

The queen snorted mockingly, looking down at the maid, who had fallen on her end from the slap.

“Rather, you should thank me, darling,” she continued. “A man like the dignitary is a man to fear.”

And with that the queen had the maid locked in her room.


She did not come out until two days later and neither food nor water had she gotten. She was not allowed to leave the castle after that episode and to fully mock her, the queen made sure she was the one serving as the dignitary came for dinner. The maid grieved, but did not let it show and started to use the royal library. The mage of the castle, who was a friend of hers, had granted her permission to read all she wanted.


The royal library was a magnificent one. It was as large as the library of the chapel and while it did not hold as many books it held some of a much different variety. Books of enchantments and magic were not uncommon and one day the maid came upon a very strange spell in a language unreadable to her. She showed it to the mage and together they began to decipher what would happen if the ritual, that was demanded, was done.


They had done it. It was deciphered and she knew what consequences the ritual would have. She fled from the castle, book in the bag. Her friends were watching her back as she ran to tell the dignitary.
The doors to the chapel slammed open and a wind blew into the great emptiness of the chapel.

“My lord!”

“Less force would be appreciated,” the dignitary told whoever was at the door. “I am currently lightning incense, so wind should not blow.”

“I come bearing grave news,” Aradia told him, pulling down a hood she had used to conceal her face, and pulling the book out of the back.

“I see you have returned Aradia,” Draca said turning to her. “But why now, is the question on my mind.”

“Take a look at this my lord,” she told him, handing him the book. He looked at it feign interest.

“Can you read it?” she asked.

“It is written in the language of the ones calling themselves the developers. They said they were able to create the world as much as the gods, and so they were punished,” his interest was no longer feign. “Where did you get this? No, never mind, it is of no importance.”

He finished the text and closed the book, his back to Aradia, but she could still she his hand was shaking.

“I cannot believe such a ritual exists.”

“It is what the prophets dreamed of. It is going to become true if this ritual happens.”

“Then we will make sure it does not. I will keep the book here,” Draco told her, turning to face her again. “It is most safe with me.”

“But what about the queen?” Aradia asked him. “Surely we must tell her too.”

“No we must not,” he corrected her. “She will not think straight if it is about destroying both her kingdom and the enemies. In the worst case she might even perform the ritual just to defeat the enemy. Go back to the castle. We shall talk about this again soon.”

Aradia opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again and ran back to the castle.


But the wheels of destiny works in odd ways. The maid died by the hands of the mage, thanks to a thief and a strange potion. And soon the ritual and its consequences were unleashed upon the world.

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In this AU I'm basing the characters on their title i.e. maid, mage, knight etc. The dignitary is a dignitary, though I'll admidt I don't know what such a person does so it's probably inaccurate.
Biostuck is going to be a backburner project. It's hard to write it.

Some really amazing fics I didn't read when they first came out due to me not being there. You've all done good.

Bluh, this stuff got pagebottomed in record time.

@Ganato This looks like a really promising AU thingy- I'm not entirely sure what the premise is, but it looks like a cool take on the workings of the two kingdoms in an alternate setting.

PILLWEEFS FOREVER, YOU MEAN OL' DUCKS

[KarneWarrior]

In the spoiler is Azla's blood color, so you may want to read the fic for the reveal.

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Anyways, here's another installment of;

Trial by Void
The pitter-patter of tiny feet in blood

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The world was made of little lines, crisscrossing across the sky and under her body. The world was just long enough for her to be there, to exist. To endure the changes she was going through.

Legs retracted and bones snapped as they shifted slowly into new, strange positions. There was a sickening snap as one of her legs just dropped off, and even though it didn't hurt at all, just the sound made her whimper.

But that was another thing. She couldn't open her mouth. She couldn't move. She could barely think, with all the changing. She felt as if she were paralyzed, she felt no pain, but the noises. The noises of her own joints breaking up, bones dissolving, of organs squelching into new positions, slowly, slowly, it felt like years listening to her own body get rearranged.

But then there was a day (or was it just a second?) when the noises stopped. There was real silence. She could move, she could make noises, she could wriggle these strange things that she knew were called fingers but couldn't know why.

Then the sky broke open, and the world died.

ekorbdlrowehtnehtthentheworldbroke

Azlas cocoon had stuck itself right next to hers. He had watched her until his own time to enter the cocoon had come, and judging by the nearby scratches, had fought even that. Iksti felt her feelings soar for her best friend. She knew how seductive the urge to spin a cocoon could be, and from the looks of things he had fought tooth and nail to stay awake and protect her, even though the shell was harder then steel!

There was a skitter from one of the corners. Iksti looked blearily around for the source, but there was nothing to be seen.

There it was again. From the other side of the room. Iksti forced herself awake. She was on guard duty now. It was time to repay Azla for his dedication.

Yellow eyes flashed in the halflight of the caverns, looking not for a flash of something moving, but the telltale trails of heat. Tiny pinpricks sparkled against the cool stone like far off stars.

The spider leapt.

Iksti immediately ducked blow the leap, spinning to face the spider as it sailed overhead. She thrust out a elbow into the spiders lower abdomen, connecting with a dull thud.

The spider skittered to face Iksti, but she rushed ahead, thrusting a siffened hand into the spiders eyes, but the beast snapped backwards, then bit forward, fangs leading. Iksti ducked and threw up a arm, deflecting the large teeth, but getting nipped by the relatively harmless mouth of the spider. IT twisted, trying to bring it's venom to bear, but she cut it short with three sharp jabs to the underside of the head, crinching carapace and drawing the lightish blue blood into a brillaint streak of color.

The spider skittered back, but Iksti let it have no space, she rushed forward, throwing several ineffectual jabs at the sides of it's face, then kicking it into the wall, where it smashed into the stone in a shower of dust and pebbles. It got upright before she could get over to it, and bit down hard. Without thinking, Iksti grabbed the fangs inches from her throat.

"Stay away from her you FUCKING BASTARD!"

Azla slammed into the spider, throwing his whole weight into the blow. They two smashed against the wall, thrashing. The spider, in it's dying throes, slashed a spindly leg out and caught Azla in the eye. A purple-blue spray of blood was accompanied by a cry of agony.

The spider curled up and died.

Iksti rushed over to tend to Azla. His eye was torn right down the middle, a wicked slash running over the usless orb. Iksti curled her arms around him and tried to wipe away the blood, and the tears.

At least they were alive.

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Father does not understand the term "Cannot leave in middle of sentance, regardless of food"

And also mods, look at what this new rule has wrought. Pilfweed makes the entire story a peice of crap.

[Wigmund]

Mr. Bull And Lioness Search Fur the Fountain of Cute

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One day, the pretty kitty was playing deep in the jungle being all cute and cuddly hunting the various creatures of the furest so she could update her shipping walls.

But then, she heard something loud and big crashing through the brush.
":?? < *The beautiful lioness pawses and wonders who is coming towards her.*"
"uHH, nEPETA, dO i REALLY HAVE TO DO THIS?"
">:(( < YES! Now get back into charactpurr!"
"uH, sORRY."

So the brave lioness got up on a big rock and looked intently into the brush trying to see who was coming to visit. She was surprised to see it was her bestest furiend, Mr Bull!
":DD < Hello Mister Bull! What brings you into my furest?"
"uHH, i WAS, uM, bORED AND WANTED TO KNOW IF YOU WANTED TO PLAY TOGETHER?"
":?? < Why are you purred?"
"uM, eVERYONE ELSE WAS BUSY WITH SOMETHING ELSE AND, uH, kARKAT-"
">:[[ < Karkitty!"
"uH, yEAH, kARKITTY, hE TOLD ME TO GO PLAY WITH YOU BECAUSE HE WANTED US OUT OF HIS HAIR."

The lioness danced with joy that her other bestest furiend cared so much about her that he sent Mr. Bull to play with her. She jumped onto Mr. Bull's horns-
"uH, wATCH OUT, i AM STILL, uH, uNSTABLE ON THESE NEW LEGS."
":33 < *The lioness purrtended that she didn't hear Mr. Bull being out of charactpurr because then she would have to cut him.*
XDD < Shall we go on a quest Mr. Bull?"
"uH, yEAH-"
Mr. Bull pawsed as The Lioness looked at him directly in his eyes and smiled at him with her cutest kitty grin showing him all of her sharp teeth that she used to eat her purrey.
"*mR bULL INDICATES THAT HE'D LOVE TO JOIN HIS LIONESS FRIEND ON A QUEST*"

The lioness jumped off of her furiend's horns and ran to an opening in the jungle.
":33 < Let's go looking fur the Fountain of Cute Mr. Bull!"
"uHH, oKAY, i GUESS."
So the lioness took her furiend's hoof and led him deep into the jungle, looking fur the Fountain of Cute.

Along the way they ran into many interesting and pawsome things. The was so many fun things they did along the way that they couldn't fit it all into one story. So efurryone reading the story just has to wish they were there.

But the mighty lioness decided that she was going to be a great storyteller fur her furiends and tell them efurything that happened along the way.

The furst thing Mr. Bull and Lioness ran into was a great big spider. Normally the Lioness would have other words to describe the Nice Spider, but she was recently told by her bestest bestest furiend, Mr. Musclebeast, she couldn't say those words any more.

The Nice Spider offered to let Mr. Bull sleep in her web, promising not to hurt him and that he would enjoy it, but the Lioness told the Nice Spider that they had to go find the Fountain of Cute.

So the Nice Spider just laughed at them and told them to keep playing their games, which they were more than happy to do. The Lioness had such nice furiends in the furest!

Then the Lioness and Mr. Bull ran across a Silly Goat. But he kept saying bad words, so they decided to keep on going after picking up some nice pies from him.

They ate the pies and then efurrything got really fun as the Lioness and Mr. Bull flew through the sky! It was so much fun! There were so many nice pictures up there and so many purrty colors!

But then, Mr. Bull and the Lioness found themselves in a dark cave. Someone else was there too.
":?? < Who's there in the dark? Are you a furiend?"
"Of course you know who it is-" It was Mr. Sadslug! He always liked to hide down here whenever he was sad. Unfurtunately, Lioness couldn't let anyone see what else Mr. Sadslug had to say because he just used too many bad words and Mr. Musclebeast wouldn't like that!

So Mr. Bull and the Lioness continued their quest, but then they found a great big lake. There was so much water there and it was purrty. The Lioness went to get a drink, but was stopped when Mrs. Fish popped up out of the water and said,
")(-ELLO! W)(at are you two up too?"
"uH, wE'RE JUST PLAYING A GAME."
"XDD < We're looking fur the Fountain of Cute! Do you want to join us?"
Mrs. Fish frowned and looked at the other end of the pool where her bestest friend was trying to not fall into the water.
"I'm sorry, but I'm busy trying to teac)( t)(e silly glub )(ow to swim."

The Lioness and Mr. Bull frowned, but they knew their silly friend needed to learn how to swim. So they went on their way.

After a really long journey, they found Mr. Musclebeast! He was playing with his toys in his cave.
":33 < *The lioness silently creeps up on the unsuspecting musclebeast and gets ready to-*"
POUNCEGREET!
"D--> What is the meaning of this f001ishness? Why must you insist on these silly games?"
":(( < I'm sorry, Mr. Bull and myself are just looking fur the Fountain of Cute."
Mr. Musclebeast took a long, hard look at Mr. Bull who was trying to find his way out the cave, but the Lioness wouldn't let him leave.
"D--> You know I frown upon you playing games with those-"
":33 < *The Lioness suddenly realized she had somewhere else to look fur the Fountain of Cute! So she grabs Mr. Bull and leads the way deeper into the furest*"

Deep into the jungle they ran, crashing through the brush and making a ton of noise. They were having so much fun!

But then they ran across the nice gardener lady who made sure efurrything worked well in the furest!

"What Are You Two Doing Here In My Quarters?"
":33 < Hello! We're looking fur the Fountain of Cute!"
The nice gardener looked over at Mr. Bull and asked him the same question.
"uH, yEAH, wE'RE ON A QUEST."
The gardener laughed and then stood up and walked away from the purrty thing she was working on. A dress? Fur who? The silly girl with the nice kitty that she liked to talk to? So many things to put on the wall later.
"Well, If You Two Are On A Quest, Then I Suggest You Look Elsewhere For Your Reward.
As You Can See, I Am Busy At This Time."

So with heavy hearts, the Lioness and Mr. Bull left the nice gardener lady alone. But they then found themselves face to face with Karkitty! Karkitty wanted to play as well as he screamed and said so many naughty things!

It was then the Lioness realize that the Fountain of Cute was not a fountain, but a purrson! It was Karkitty she was looking fur!

So Mr. Bull went back to his home while she and Karkitty went to her lair and played other games >:33

A/N:
[spoiler]Oh god, I was pushing it with this story. Don't report me anyone!

[Blox]

Wig.... xD
Ilu so much ;A;

[Graven_Image]

I present to you, proof that you don't need (pilfweeds) to make a good story.



Indystuck

Chapter 13

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OPEN PESTERLOG

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mischeviousRobot began pestering newGuy

MR: Hey The Kid
MR: We're ready to start
MR: Are you at your computer?
MR: Kid?
MR: Helloooo
MR: Earth to The Kid do you copy
NG: uhh
NG: hey quote
NG: sorry i was a little distracted
MR: Oh
MR: By what?
NG: ghosts quote
NG: they're EVERYWHERE
MR: Oh wow
MR: You couldn't know this but
MR: We were just having a discussion about those
NG: once again your impeccable time management skills present themselves
NG: but to answer your debate team
NG: VERY YES
NG: ghosts exist
MR: But there was another question I actually asked you
NG: yeah im at the computer
NG: let me just boot up the server file and well see how it goes
MR: You remember where the things go?

Apparently, he did.

The Alchemiter appeared in the foyer of Arthur's house with a resounding BANG.

Elsewhere, in the Egg Corridor, near the opposite end of the island, appeared the Totem Lathe.

And deep in the bowels of the Labryinth, the Cruxtruder materialized.

"Alright, Misery, GO!"

The witch in question disappeared, soon reappearing with a glowing blue spirograph, a crystal cylinder, and a card.

"Good. Now, Balrog, GO!"

He took the cylinder and the card, trotted outside, and launched himself into the ceiling far above.

"HUZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

BWOM

The reasoning behind all this rigmarole was simple. The game seemed to teleport the client player and everything around them in a variable-sized sphere, defined vaguely by the placement of the various machines used in entry.

So, in order to get the entire island and not just core it like a giant stone apple, the machines had to be spread throughout.

And while Balrog was tunneling through the rock, there arose the matter of prototyping.

"Alright, Quote, throw it in."

Into the sprite went the blade.

The was a WHOOSH, and the sprite resolved itself into...

The blade. Glowing blue, and floating. But otherwise, just the blade.

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CURLY: }King?
CURLY: }Can you hear us?
BLADESPRITE: ...
QUOTE: ...
CURLY: }Well, this doesn't bode well.
MISERY: So what now?
CURLY: }Either he IS in there, and can't get out, or he's NOT in there, and we need to prototype him again once we get inside.
MISERY: Well, why not prototype it now and save ourselves the trouble?
CURLY: }We've already given every monster in this game a sword.
CURLY: }Let's not give them anything else.
JENKA: Come on, King. Give us a sign. Wave the sword around, do something!
BLADESPRITE: ...
MISERY: Wonderful.

Balrog landed heavily outside, cracking the ground with a might THUD.

"I got it! The totem is here!"

Quote grabbed the incredibly strange-looking carving and set it on the pedestal. The Alchemiter scanned it, and on the platform appeared...

A statue of him.

"So," said Misery. "We're supposed to break this?"

"HA! This'll be easy."

Balrog plodded in, taking the statue and setting it on the floor.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time..."

With a single swing, Balrog beheaded the proxy-Quote via megaton punch.

The world around them flashed white, and faded.

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NM: i can't believe you actually went through with it
NM: though knowing your track record i can't imagine why i'm surprised
NA: It had to happen.
NA: Whether by my hand or another's, the island had to be brought in.
NM: will you at least tell me why
NA: Another time, perhaps.
NA: My time is precious, believe it or not. There is still much to be done.
NM: to doom us
NA: I assure you, it will make sense very soon.
NA: Well, "soon" from your perspective.
NA: You know what I mean.

neckwearAficionado ceased pestering nanoMechanic

[Domoz]

http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...ack&p=4516609#

So it's kind of been explained? A little?



Thank you gen chat, you're why we can't have nice things ;;

E: I mean I don't really disagree with this anywhere else but the fanfic thread.
It's impossible to write people like Karkat and Eridan now.

[grigori]

I know a bunch of people have AooO accounts already, so maybe we could pool invites for anyone who wants one?

Edit: oh, and there's the livejournal thing, anyone can post over there.

[KarneWarrior]

Soooooo....... OCs are allowed to curse?

What if it's at a, say, animal, or maybe a arachnid, of some sort.

Possibly one with blueish blood.

That may or may not attempt to eat babbies.

Also I got overshadowed by Graven and Wigmund.

[Sionnan]

Strider fic for my 101st! Inspired by the prompt Unironic Appreciation. Snippet fic of one of their many impromptu battles.

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Dave opened the door from the stairwell and was greeted by a rainbow of puppet rump, jiggling majestically through the air to make contact with his hapless face.
Must have been a slow day for Bro, he thought as he evaded this by stepping back outside and closing the door before the puppets could close the gap. Unfortunately for Bro, hurled objects would only reach a certain velocity before slowing down, making the puppets a less effective way of hounding his sibling than just doing the job himself.

Or, at least, that was what Dave figured Bro's figuring was when he closed the door on a sneakered foot that wedged the door open. Just enough for a long, sinewy arm to shoot out and grab Dave to yank him in.

"Ugh! Hey, hands off the threads, man!" He batted at the fist closed in his shirt, then up to smack at the pointed chin some feet above his head.

"No face shots, dipweed. House rules," Bro admonished, taking the back of Dave's head and using it as though it were a handball, sending the younger Strider reeling further into the living room. He ducked into a roll, and winced as he heard his backpack crunch under his weight. Nice going, Strider.

When Bro's face returned right side up as he righted himself from his roll, it mirrored Dave's dismay at the storage flattening, with good reason. It was a pretty pricey item, and it woulda sucked balls if Dave had mangled it. But hey, fiscal crises aside, Bro was leaving himself wide open. Using his rear leg as a spring board to launch himself, Dave took advantage of Bro's fairly unprotected stance with a flying tackle.

Bro uses technique Fraternal Swing!

Dave is swept through the air!

His Surliness decreases!

His Nausea increases!

Dave parries!

Dave uses technique Unironic Appreciation!

Dave giggles!

Critical Hit!

Bro's Resolve decreases!

Bro is ensnared!

Bro is grinning dopily!

Dave uses technique Sibling Takedown!

Dave misses!

Bro is laughing!

Dave uses technique Guilless Guffaw!

Bro is bewitched!

Bro cannot catch his breath!

Bro is defeated.

Dave gains XXX experience points!

Bro dropped an item! Dave picked up Smuppet Keychain!

Dave grinned at his older brother. "Dude, you are such a goon." This delivered in his normal, stoic tone only prompted a renewed gale of laughter from his sibling, who was laughing so hard his face had turned red, and
he was pillowing his forehead against his palms. His laughter dying down into giggle fits, he collapsed against the back of the futon, still spasming from mirth, and reached up to wipe his shining cheeks.

"I'm a goon?" he countered Dave's earlier appraisal. "Dog, I haven't heard you laugh like that since you were a toddler." He snickered again, remembering Dave's unintentional reaction to his affectionate molestation.

Dave made a face, partly because he completely lost face in front of his brother. "You haven't picked me up and tossed me around like that since I was a toddler," he shot back easily.

"Not that you would remember." One of Bro's eyebrows popped up above his shades.

"I'm surprised you remember that far back, old man."

"Oh you gone done it now."

Dave looked over, sensing what was about to happen. "No, don't you even-"

Bro sprang from his coil, arms extended in preparation for Round 2. Dave yelped and ducked into a roll, determined to at least have the satisfaction of hearing if not seeing his brother slam into the floor and wall before he did something totally undignified to Dave. He reflected, as Bro's hand closed around the seat of his jeans, that it would have been uncommonly good luck if anything even remotely happened like that.

[Rimbaum]

Soooooo....... OCs are allowed to curse?

What if it's at a, say, animal, or maybe a arachnid, of some sort.

Possibly one with blueish blood.

That may or may not attempt to eat babbies.

I think the point is that cursing is allowed, but if it's directed at any of the canon MSPA characters, it's considered out of line.

If the way I'm reading that is right... well, I can live with that. It's not that hard.

[KarneWarrior]

Alright, coo.


Blueblooded arachnids suck ass.

There I feel better. :P

Seriously though I'm editing back in the cursing because PILFWEED doesn't work as a insult. It just sounds... Childish? Not very emotional in the way Azla was trying to be.

[Metaflare]

I present to you, proof that you don't need (pilfweeds) to make a good story.



Indystuck

Chapter 13

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mischeviousRobot began pestering newGuy

MR: Hey The Kid
MR: We're ready to start
MR: Are you at your computer?
MR: Kid?
MR: Helloooo
MR: Earth to The Kid do you copy
NG: uhh
NG: hey quote
NG: sorry i was a little distracted
MR: Oh
MR: By what?
NG: ghosts quote
NG: they're EVERYWHERE
MR: Oh wow
MR: You couldn't know this but
MR: We were just having a discussion about those
NG: once again your impeccable time management skills present themselves
NG: but to answer your debate team
NG: VERY YES
NG: ghosts exist
MR: But there was another question I actually asked you
NG: yeah im at the computer
NG: let me just boot up the server file and well see how it goes
MR: You remember where the things go?

Apparently, he did.

The Alchemiter appeared in the foyer of Arthur's house with a resounding BANG.

Elsewhere, in the Egg Corridor, near the opposite end of the island, appeared the Totem Lathe.

And deep in the bowels of the Labryinth, the Cruxtruder materialized.

"Alright, Misery, GO!"

The witch in question disappeared, soon reappearing with a glowing blue spirograph, a crystal cylinder, and a card.

"Good. Now, Balrog, GO!"

He took the cylinder and the card, trotted outside, and launched himself into the ceiling far above.

"HUZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH"

BWOM

The reasoning behind all this rigmarole was simple. The game seemed to teleport the client player and everything around them in a variable-sized sphere, defined vaguely by the placement of the various machines used in entry.

So, in order to get the entire island and not just core it like a giant stone apple, the machines had to be spread throughout.

And while Balrog was tunneling through the rock, there arose the matter of prototyping.

"Alright, Quote, throw it in."

Into the sprite went the blade.

The was a WHOOSH, and the sprite resolved itself into...

The blade. Glowing blue, and floating. But otherwise, just the blade.

OPEN SPRITELOG:

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CURLY: }King?
CURLY: }Can you hear us?
BLADESPRITE: ...
QUOTE: ...
CURLY: }Well, this doesn't bode well.
MISERY: So what now?
CURLY: }Either he IS in there, and can't get out, or he's NOT in there, and we need to prototype him again once we get inside.
MISERY: Well, why not prototype it now and save ourselves the trouble?
CURLY: }We've already given every monster in this game a sword.
CURLY: }Let's not give them anything else.
JENKA: Come on, King. Give us a sign. Wave the sword around, do something!
BLADESPRITE: ...
MISERY: Wonderful.

Balrog landed heavily outside, cracking the ground with a might THUD.

"I got it! The totem is here!"

Quote grabbed the incredibly strange-looking carving and set it on the pedestal. The Alchemiter scanned it, and on the platform appeared...

A statue of him.

"So," said Misery. "We're supposed to break this?"

"HA! This'll be easy."

Balrog plodded in, taking the statue and setting on the floor.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time..."

With a single swing, Balrog beheaded the proxy-Quote via megaton punch.

The world around them flashed white, and faded.

OPEN PESTERLOG

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NM: i can't believe you actually went through with it
NM: though knowing your track record i can't imagine why i'm surprised
NA: It had to happen.
NA: Whether by my hand or another's, the island had to be brought in.
NM: will you at least tell me why
NA: Another time, perhaps.
NA: My time is precious, believe it or not. There is still much to be done.
NM: to doom us
NA: I assure you, it will make sense very soon.
NA: Well, "soon" from your perspective.
NA: You know what I mean.

neckwearAficionado ceased pestering nanoMechanic

Are they ALL gonna prototype things that can KILL THEM

[lucidSeraph]

Wow.

So basically, main chat guys are a bunch of ducking pillweefs.

>8|

[Solaris]

Wow.

So basically, main chat guys are a bunch of ducking pillweefs.

>8|

When speaking badly of your fellow forumers please remember that it only takes one to ruin it for everyone.

[DJ-P0N3]

Indystuck IDE/Theory: The Sprites are going to betray their client/prototyper somehow.

[Babylon]

Indystuck IDE/Theory: The Sprites are going to betray their client/prototyper somehow.

OR the combined influence of all these weapon prototypes will drive the Black Queen into homicidal madness. Y'know...more than usual.

[DJ-P0N3]

Indystuck IDE/Theory: The Sprites are going to betray their client/prototyper somehow.

OR the combined influence of all these weapon prototypes will drive the Black Queen into homicidal madness. Y'know...more than usual.

The Black King is going to be so powerful.

[Babylon]

Indystuck IDE/Theory: The Sprites are going to betray their client/prototyper somehow.

OR the combined influence of all these weapon prototypes will drive the Black Queen into homicidal madness. Y'know...more than usual.

The Black King is going to be so powerful.

...OH GOG

[StarKirby]

uh so hey fanfic thread. I normally just lurk around all the awesome posted in here, but I did a little thing for one of my classes this quarter.
Just a heads up, I didn't really check for grammar or anything since it was just a quick write and roll with it assignment (First Person, two people, and a convo req) so, without further ado an itty bitty Strider-fic.

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Hot. It was always hot. Today wasn't any different. Today was like every other day. Even in the beginning of January, Houston was hot.

I looked up at my clock. Four minutes before the set alarm. I sighed, rolling over to claim that time back for sleep. I had been tossing and turning all night between crazy dreams and the fact my fan had not felt like it was working at all. I don't remember actually falling asleep.

That's when the lights flashed on. I rushed to shield myself from the sudden blinding flicker throwing my blanket over my head in a fury. This was not normal. Normal was the alarm going off and me hitting snooze for five minutes of thinking about getting up. I reached for my shades from under the covers and slapped them on my face as I sat up. Throbbing. Yeah that was pretty normal but the pain felt somewhat more exaggerated than usual. I figured it was the sudden blast of light.

Oh right. the lights, I thought. This wasn't normal every day conduct, but I lazily got out of bed and did my daily routine. Bathroom, dress, check the internet. Everything checked out except the lightheaded-ness I began to feel just walking around. I slowly made my way to the living room of our small city apartment. As I blindly opened the fridge for something to drink, a voice called from the futon couch.

"Hey, you realize what time it is little bro? Kinda late for you dontcha think?"

"What's it to you?" I replied as the swords stored in there nearly bopped me. This was normal of course, sometimes I completely forget that's where he kept his collection. He's the one who took me in, I've never known if I had parents or not, or where they've gone. He's always been known to me as 'Bro'. Nothing more, nothing less. Bro was here and there, but he always made sure I got myself off to school. No matter what.

"Nah, it's not a big deal," he replied back, "Maybe it's one of those damn off days the school board made up if you're so fucking lazy today."

"Huh?" I looked over at him, shoving the swords back in, "I figured it was a normal school day. I mean we sure as hell don't get snow here..."

I slammed the fridge shut. Bro pointed at the clock above the kitchen counter without turning around. I followed the movement up along the wall. It was exactly forty minutes and thirteen second after I normally left for school. Of course this meant I was late.

"Dude, not cool."
"Hey, it's not my fault that you didn't even take the time to look at a damn clock."
"You could've told me, man!"
"Stairs are fair warning, getting up on the other hand... I was pretty sure you had that down."

"Well, shit he's got me there," I mumbled to myself. He must have had a reason, some kind of motive. It wasn't normal to be woken abruptly by light. I spun around to walk towards him. My lightheaded feeling kicked in nearly knocking me to the floor. Ugh, everything felt humid and blistering hot. It felt like I was surrounded by lava and the heat was dragging me down with it.

"Whoa, little bro, y'okay?" Bro was suddenly beside me, holding me up. I could barely tell was was going on around me, everything had turned into a blur from the heat. I tried to respond back but nothing came out. I couldn't hold back long enough from my surroundings. I barely made out something amidst the blackness.

"Hey kiddo, it'll be 'aight so hang tight."

It was the last thing I heard before succumbing to the heat. I closed my eyes as I felt was someone placing me in bed and something cool on my forehead.

I never knew he cared that much.

[Wigmund]

Nice! I want to see more fics from you here in the future.

[Lexxy]

It isn't really derogatory in Gamzee's case, it's just sort of a pet name for him.

So I think Gamzee is fine.

I am giving explicit permission for this. If anyone gets dinged for it (which is highly unlikely, since I'm USUALLY the only person who handles art forum stuff), I'll get it cleared up.

I am also really enjoying Solaris' suggestion to use to blank things out if you don't want to silly up your fics too much XD

[lucidSeraph]

Meh, I'm just gonna put everything on AO3 now, since that means I don't have to redo my formatting (and considering how much of a stickler I am from text effects, this will save a shitton of time)

[Decker]

Same as Seraph here. I'll likely put the old bold title and spoiler box to get peoples attention, and then a link in the spoiler.

[SkaianRedeemer]

I'm not home yet and so haven't read a single fic besides the Pilweef one, but I can only hope Indystuck's mash of trapsprites ends in a giant steampunk Black King powered entirely by death.

[Tybian Sothoth]

http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...=1#post4515717

The Survivor

Chapter 2

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Tybian: React

You could feel those words hit you like a stab to the chest.

"I want you to kill them"

While ending some of their lives would put your mind at ease, some of the others make you hesitate in answering.

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SR: A// of them...?
WG: Yes.
WG: While only a few have chosen to abuse their knowledge of my existence, their mistakes ultimately carry over into the games structure.
WG: Which in turn effects all of them equally.
WG: Were we only to pick and choose who we were to kill, it would throw the balance of the game into disarray.
SR: Stop...
SR: Who was /t that /earned about you...?
SR: And what are they do/ng...?
WG: You should know that answer by now.
WG: From my observations, she is the absolute bane of your entire existence.
WG: The person whose poor choice of reason and reaction drove you to further shun your friends away in fear.
SR: Vr/ska...
WG: Yes.
WG: She is a force to be reckoned with indeed.
WG: Even I was made a fool by underestimating her and the sway of her manipulation.
WG: In my anger, I crippled her, but that did little to stifle her thirst for power.
WG: At the same time, she began to spread word of my existence to some of her companions.
WG: This is when I began to form this plan.
WG: Now.
WG: What is your answer.
WG: Will you help me?
SR: What will happen afterward...?
WG: I cannot say.
WG: At this time I'm uncertain of my fate now that my purpose has been fulfilled.

You turn from the White Guest and try powering the monitor on. He grabs your shoulder and waves his finger at you. You watch as he places his palm against the monitor for a few seconds and slowly remove it. The screen suddenly flashes white, then begins cycling through numbers and letters, as if processing something.

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WG: It is collecting and recording data on their session.
WG: It will allow you to peer into their doing's and also grant you the ability to speak to them.
SR: /et me see them for myse/f...
SR: /'// g/ve you my answer after /'m sat/sf/ed w/th what / /earn...
WG: Do not mention my allowing you to live.
WG: Nor should you mention my plan.
WG: You must speak to them under a new persona.
SR: What w/// you do...?
WG: I will wait for you to make your decision.
WG: When the time comes, I will find you here.

You watch the White Guest make his way to the set of double doors on the other side of the room. He runs his hand down the large imprint of a flying owl and turns toward you. You're pretty sure he's shaking his head, telling you not to open the door. You stare at him puzzled until he quickly disperses then implodes silently in on himself. Once again you're alone.