Foo Story 3

[Black Ninja]

Hey, people! Foo Story 3 is currently being typed up. It's 7 chapters long on paper, but I might either shorten it or make it longer; we'll see. Anyway, until I post a chapter, this thread is where you guys can talk about the past two stories. Also, please let me know what (if anything) you expect from this third (and last) story.


EDIT: blatant typo

[n00b]

Hmm yes, Foo Store 2 had a nice selection of Fruits.

[Black Ninja]

Ok, so Foo Story 3 is all typed up and whatnot. I'm going to post the first few chapters online, but not the last ones. Why?

BECAUSE THE STORIES ARE ALL GETTING PUBLISHED ;O

They will all be in one beautiful book, featuring PERMA-BOUND technology. Rux, eh? Anyway, I'll post the chapters once it's allowed.

[Coppertop]

Hey, that's awesome! *cheers* This is an important moment in Foo history! :p

[n00b]

I'll buy the book, and then use it in all future book-reports I'll have to do.
School just got +10 awesome points.

[Black Ninja]

I'll buy the book, and then use it in all future book-reports I'll have to do.
School just got +10 awesome points.
I appreciate that. ;p

[Radium]

I would buy that book.

[NovaStar]

*jumps up and down excitedly*
Oh, wait, it probably won't be published in Australia.
*droops in despair*

[Violet CLM]

Published? What, where, when, how?

[Black Ninja]

Hi, everyone! I've been given the go-ahead to post some content from Foo Story 3. Please keep in mind as you read this that it's a work-in-progress. The book will not be censored for content, and the book version of each chapter will be a bit longer and more detailed. In any case, here is the online version of chapter 1.


<b>Chapter 1: The Sacrifice</b>


Fooruman laughed as he closed his spell book. “This is going to work – I’m actually going to win.”
He walked once again to his conference room, where he was scheduled to meet Black Ninja to discuss his plan. He knew his faithful servant would happily make the sacrifice needed to complete the spell – it would be a small price to pay to help his master achieve immortality.
Fooruman opened the door and sat down to face Black Ninja, who was already seated. “I’m sure you’re aware that the end is nigh; the time has almost come. Now, it’s time for me to discuss my next spell with you. It will allow me to achieve immortality, and you with me. We will forever be connected; all my strength will be yours, and vice-versa. In order for the spell to work, all I need from you is a few drops of your blood.”
Black Ninja didn’t even think before speaking. “Of course, my master. Consider it done.”
“Excellent. Once we are immortal, there will be nothing in the entire universe that can stop us.”
“Are you worried about the remaining rebels?”
Fooruman laughed. “Their efforts will obviously be futile – they have no way of fighting an immortal wizard.”
“Sorry, master. I shouldn’t have questioned you.”
“Indeed. In any case, the spell must be cast tomorrow at midnight. Your mission until that time is to see to it personally that nothing comes between me and unlimited power. Understood?”
“Of course, sir.”
“Good – just one more thing. You and I are going to rule this universe, Black Ninja. I hope you realize what that means; you and I will be unstoppable. It is absolutely imperative that nothing stop us from achieving immortality. Without it, we’re just a couple guys.”
“Understood. I will annihilate anything that attempts to stop us.”
“Excellent. You’re dismissed, soldier.”
“Sir.” Black Ninja saluted and walked out of the room. Fooruman watched him leave and chuckled to himself.
<center>**********</center>
Violet gasped as he watched Fooruman and Black Ninja’s conversation. They clearly hadn’t located the camera yet, which meant that the rebellion had a small advantage – at least for the time being. Violet instantly smashed the panic button, which would alert everyone to meet in the conference room immediately.
Spotty instantly burst through the doors, followed by Coppertop and Faw. They sat down around the conference table and waited for orders.
Violet didn’t bother to sit down. “As you are all aware, Fooruman is gaining power day by day. Our infiltration of his fortress seems to have been a success – he doesn’t know about the spy camera yet. This means, for the time being, we have a small advantage. We know his plan now – he and Black Ninja are going to cast a spell to become completely immortal.”
Everyone in the room remained silent and stared downward, completely dismayed. Violet continued. “We don’t know much about the spell he plans to cast, but we do know that he needs Black Ninja to do it. Obviously we have no chance of hurting Fooruman – that means Black Ninja is our weakest link. It’s not much of a plan, but if we can take out Black Ninja we might be able to slow down Fooruman’s gain of power.”
“How do you propose we bring him down?” Coppertop asked, almost sarcastically.
“We’ll go in groups of two. Coppertop, you’re with me. Spotty and Faw, you’re group two. Coppertop and I will be going after Black Ninja himself – Spotty, Faw, your mission is to locate where the clones are stored and eliminate them.”
Spotty and Faw looked at each other and simply nodded. Violet paused for a while, then continued. “Is everyone clear on the plan?” He looked around the room; no one even moved. “Very well, let’s get ready to go.”
They all walked in silence towards the limited armory. Everyone was allowed two projectile weapons of their choice, along with one sword for close-range situations. After they had all suited up and grabbed their weaponry, Violet decided to say a few more things.
“Everyone, I have to say a couple things before we go attempt to do this. First, it’s absolutely vital that you all remember this: Black Ninja cannot be trusted. We are all aware of his past – yeah, he used to be on our side. Those days are gone. There is no ounce of humanity left in him. Even if there was at one point, all we’re dealing with here is a clone. He’s powerful, but he’s not unstoppable. Second, I need to caution you all that there’s no guarantee you’ll come back from this mission. This could well be the mission that ends the war, one way or the other. As you all know, we’ve set up some complex machinery to take care of the subjects for Operation: Repopulation, but there’s not really any guarantee that Fooruman won’t destroy our base camp if he takes us down. As much as I hate to say this, the weight of the world is on our shoulders. I hope you’re up for the challenge. That said, let’s get going!”

[Me]

That is total awesomeness in every way. These stories pwn.

[Black Ninja]

<b>Chapter 2: The Weight of the World</b>

The journey to Fooruman’s fortress was made in complete silence. Everyone was too preoccupied with their own thoughts to even consider talking. After a thirty minute walk that seemed like hours, the fortress came into view. Spotty’s gasping broke the long period of radio silence. They had made it this far – now it was time for the hard part. Coppertop finally spoke. “All right,” she said, “how do we plan to get in without Fooruman knowing about it? He’s sure to have security of some sort.”
Faw pointed at a window on the southwest side of the fortress. “There. It’s low enough to the ground that we should be able to get through it without a lot of hassle, and I doubt Fooruman is monitoring all his windows. All we need to do is pop a small hole through the heat shield surrounding the fortress.”
Violet nodded in agreement. “Let’s do it.”
Everyone sprinted towards the castle until they reached the heat shield. Coppertop drew out her sword and smashed it into the heat shield. She made a neat circular opening and jumped through. The rest of the rebellion quickly did the same.
“All right,” Faw said, “there’s the window. Let’s get this over with.”
<center>**********</center>
Fooruman laughed. “I do believe they’re going to try and infiltrate the fortress. As fun as that could be, I think I’ll just let Black Ninja take care of it; I’ve got bigger things to think about.”
Fooruman looked away from the proximity alert on his computer screen and looked back into his spell book. “First immortality, then I’ll wipe out this pathetic universe and create my own.” He laughed and closed the spell book. The front of the book read ‘Infusco Veneficus,’ roughly translated as ‘Blackest Magick.’ Fooruman looked at the musty old volume and laughed. “Actually, on second thought, I’m an all-powerful wizard. I’ll just put them back in their pathetic fortress where they belong.”
Fooruman opened up his spell book and flipped through the pages. “Ah,” he said, “a teleportation spell. This should do just fine.”
<center>**********</center>
As soon as everyone had gotten through the window, a huge cloud of purple mist appeared, encompassing the entire room. Suddenly, a booming voice was heard, repeatedly chanting “Meus hostilis exsisto iacio tergum domus!” As quickly as the cloud had appeared, it disappeared. Then, in an instant, the rebellion found themselves back in portable #1, as if they’d never even set foot in Fooruman’s fortress. Violet cursed.
Spotty’s eyes suddenly changed to a pitch black color, and his voice changed to a deep, powerful tone. Although his mouth seemed to remain closed, he spoke. “As much as I’d enjoy finishing you fools off, I’m going to keep you under house arrest for a while. In a short twelve hours, I’m going to achieve immortality, as is my servant. As soon as we’re done with that, I’ll release you from your ‘fortress’ and let you march right on to your death. Until then, Spero vos intereo.”
Spotty immediately fell to the floor, choking. Everyone ran to his aid as quickly as possible – that is, everyone except Violet. Violet left for his chambers, closed the door, and began researching.
After she was convinced Spotty was ok, Coppertop walked towards the door and attempted to walk through it. She managed to get about halfway through before she was instantly hurled back into the portable.
Coppertop cursed. Spotty stood up slowly and shakily and decided it was time to state the obvious. “We’re screwed, aren’t we?”
<center>**********</center>
Fooruman laughed and slammed his spell book shut. He reached quickly for his intercom and spoke into it with pure determination. “Black Ninja, meet me in the conference room in five minutes. It’s time to prepare for the ritual.”

[Coppertop]

Dun dun DUNNN!!!!

Interesting. I want to see how we get out of this one. Or if we do.

[Black Ninja]

Well Coppertop, I'm sorry to say that the next chapter I post will probably be the last one I post online - the last two chapters will need to be read in the book ;p

[Xobim]

Wow, great story.
So, who's going to publish your book? I'm gonna buy it! :)

[Black Ninja]

Actually, Cooba, the ending used isn't the one I told you about. It's even more awesome and unbelievably cool.

[Black Ninja]

Well, here it is - the last chapter you guys get for free. This one is presented in its pure, uncut form. I hope you guys will buy the book when it's released!


<b>Chapter 3: Becoming</b>

Fooruman had never been so focused in his entire life. “Black Ninja, we are now fully prepared to become immortals. However, I think it’s time we discuss what’s going to happen after that. Once we are immortal, I plan to open a black hole large enough to swallow everything in the universe. From there, we are going to create our own universe to be just what we want it to be. Now, as you are fully aware, in about three hours we’re going to be performing the ritual. I suggest you get some rest until then. Any questions?”
Black Ninja thought for a moment. “Not to question you, master, but won’t spells of this magnitude require more magick than even you possess? I mean, everyone has their limits.”
Fooruman laughed, but seemed slightly troubled. “What do you propose?”
“I suggest that you look into harnessing any magick that may remain on the ruined Earth. It should be enough in total to nearly double your strength for the ritual.”
“Brilliant!” Fooruman made a hand gesture and immediately disappeared in a large cloud of black vapor.
“This should be fun,” Black Ninja said under his breath.
<center>**********</center>
Fooruman stood atop the highest spire on his fortress with his spell book. He faced the Earth and chanted for about thirty minutes. After this, a huge beam of pure energy exploded through space and hit Fooruman squarely between the eyes. He fell backwards so hard that some of the spire crumbled beneath the blow. He stood up slowly and shakily. He looked at his reflection in the damaged heat shield, and noticed that he was not the same at all. His clothes were pitch black, as was his hair. Every vein in his body was black and exaggerated. He looked at his hands and then looked up at the heat shield. “Well,” he said, “I think I’ve got enough power now.”
Fooruman looked down at his hands again. As he flexed his muscles, tiny embers seemed to ignite under his skin, apparently traveling through his massive veins. He felt like he was connected to everything – he could feel the planet he was on and all the surrounding stars. He could feel the emotions of every single member of the rebellion, as well as those of Black Ninja. “Wow,” he said, “this universe is just begging to be destroyed.”
<center>**********</center>
Violet cursed as he scribbled notes on a piece of paper. He slammed shut the book he was researching from and threw his pen down. “We can’t win this. I think it really is over for us.”
[indent]There was a knocking sound on the door to Violet’s chambers. “Come in,” he said.
Coppertop opened the door, walked slowly in, and closed it just as slowly. “Violet, do you think we have any chance here? We’re dealing with a wizard who’s becoming more powerful by the second – for all we know, he’s already unstoppable. Do you have any ideas?”
“Sadly, no. I don’t think there’s any hope left for us, Coppertop. Do you have any suggestions? If so, I’d love for you to enlighten me.”
“I don’t really have any specific ideas per se, but I do know there’s only one way we can win this: through Black Ninja. Fooruman is unstoppable, but I’m still convinced there must be a way to take care of his minion. What do we know about the ritual Fooruman plans to attempt?”
“Well, our information is extremely limited, but we do know that after the ritual Fooruman and Black Ninja will be connected somehow. They’ll share the same energy, same power, and etcetera. We also know that a blood sacrifice is required from both of them for the ritual to be successful.”
“Do we have anyone who is at all skilled in magick?”
“Faw used to do some spells for Unfooruman, but I don’t know if I’d call him a great wizard or anything.”
Coppertop paused to think for a moment. “Everyone who does magick has kind of an aura about them. It’s what determines who is evil and who is good. Clearly Black Ninja and Fooruman are evil – what do we really know about Faw?”
Violet thought. “Go fetch Faw.”
Coppertop left briefly and returned with Faw. Violet signaled for Coppertop to leave, which she promptly did. Faw sat down next to Violet.
“Faw, you used to practice magick for Unfooruman, correct?”
“Yes sir.”
“And you’re fairly certain that Fooruman and Black Ninja truly will be able to become immortal if they succeed in this ritual?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life, sir.”
“Are you confident in your ability to cast at least simple spells?”
“Yes sir.”
“Go get everyone and tell them to meet in the conference room in ten minutes. I think we’ve got our plan of action.”
As Faw walked out the door, Violet began to collect every spell book and weapon he had in his quarters. He didn’t expect to ever return there again. He walked for what he knew was the last time towards the conference room and sat down. Everyone else was already seated there early.
After what seemed like quite a long period of just sitting there, Violet stood up to speak. “Alright, everyone, it’s time to make a choice.”
<center>**********</center>
Fooruman held a knife in his bloodied hand and faced Black Ninja. “The elixir is all but ready. All you need to do is make a quick slit on your wrist and we’re immortals.”
Black Ninja stared at the knife for a moment. Finally, he grabbed it. He quickly cut a deep gash into his left wrist. They both watched intensely as the blood dripped down into the cauldron. There was a huge explosion.
Fooruman’s voice was deeper and more powerful than ever. “I feel…”
Black Ninja finished his thought. “Powerful.”

[Xobim]

The rebellion is doomed! o.O

[Black Ninja]

K, so Foo Story 3 is now finished! Like, completely edited and whatnot. All that remains is for me to compile the three uncut stories and get the .pdf sent out. In other words, we're almost done! I should have a pic of the cover for you guys soon, too.

[Black Ninja]

Well people, the book thing didn't work out. There's a story behind that, but I'm not going to be the author of it.

The good news for you guys is that I am going to post the ending anyway. It's kind of rough, as I can't find the final draft anymore and at this point have no interest in editing it further, but here it is. I wrote it a while ago, and to be honest I do not necessarily like the way I ended it, but several people have told me it's quite good, so I'll go with them. In any case, enjoy.


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<b>Chapter 4: Choices</b>

As the rebellion ran full sprint towards Fooruman’s castle, there was a certain feeling in the air. It wasn’t sadness, and it obviously wasn’t happiness – it could best be described as empowerment. They’d all gotten all the weaponry they could carry, and each and every soldier there knew that the fight was going to end soon, one way or another. As they approached Fooruman’s fortress, the swirling vortex of a black hole could be seen far above the highest tower. Violet practically screamed into his intercom as they kept running. “Ok, everyone, he’s already begun opening the black hole. From here on it’s just a matter of time before he succeeds in his goal. This doesn’t change anything; we still proceed as planned.”
No one really felt the need to respond – they were each preoccupied with their own thoughts. After a run that seemed agonizingly long, they reached the entrance to Fooruman’s fortress. Faw chanted some words and the front door instantly swung open. The rebellion ran in as quickly as possible. After they were in, they all stopped abruptly. Spotty and Faw looked at each other, then at Coppertop and Violet. After about a minute of silence, Spotty spoke. “I wish you foos the best of luck – I’m sure you’re going to need it.”
Faw looked downward for a moment, then looked up to speak. “I’m not saying good bye, I’m saying good luck.” He immediately thrust out his hand towards Violet, and they shook hands firmly. “It’s been an honor, sir,” Faw concluded.
Spotty and Faw then ran down a hall to the left, leaving Violet and Coppertop to the stairs, to the right.
After running down the hall for a while, they came to a door. Faw chanted and the door flew open. Along all the walls, there were test tubes filled with DNA samples from various people. In the back of the room, there was Fooruman’s patented Clone-O-Matic. As Faw began chanting, the test tubes began to shatter, one by one. Spotty ran to the door and slammed it shut. He drew out his sword and got ready for a fight – he knew he’d get one.
<center>**********</center>
Violet and Coppertop ran up the massive spiral staircase as quickly as they could. When they reached the top, there was a hatch door. Violet threw it open with all his strength and jumped up through it with Coppertop right behind. Fooruman instantly spun around and began to laugh menacingly, leaving Black Ninja to chant.
Violet drew out his machine gun. “Fooruman, you’re going down!”
Fooruman laughed harder. “Fool! Do you really think there’s anything you can do to stop me?” Fooruman flicked his finger in the direction of Violet and the gun instantly flew out of Violet’s hands. Fooruman turned back around and began chanting once more.
Coppertop cursed as she drew out her one projectile weapon – a rocket-propelled grenade launcher. She fired two RPGs at Fooruman and ducked. There was a massive explosion, but she could already tell Fooruman was unharmed.
Fooruman turned around quickly. “Black Ninja, would you kindly take care of the situation in the cloning room? I’d like very much to destroy these pests in private.”
Black Ninja immediately vanished in a cloud of fire.
<center>**********</center>
Faw finally finished chanting as the last of the test tubes was destroyed. Spotty looked around at the mess for a moment.
“Ok, Faw, run to help out Violet and Coppertop. I still need to finish my job.”
Faw looked at Spotty, then at the door. He then ran as quickly as he could.
Spotty looked around at the mess again. He pressed some buttons on the Clone-O-Matic, then sat down on a chair to the right of the machine, keeping his sword ready.
About a minute later, Black Ninja exploded into the middle of the room. He laughed. “Spotty. I’ve been waiting for this for so long…”
“Then come and get some.”
“Haha, you think I’ll actually fall for that? I know your friend just ran up the stairs.” Black Ninja clapped his hands, and Faw reappeared in a cloud of fire.
Faw immediately began chanting, and as he did so, a huge ball of green fire began to form in his hands. He stopped chanting, and it soared at Black Ninja at full speed, knocking him over for a moment.
“Well,” Black Ninja said, “isn’t that interesting? You guys have a wizard of your own. Of course, there isn’t a person in the world who can stop me now.” Black Ninja thrust his hand out and grabbed Faw by the neck, lifting him far above the ground. Black Ninja screamed something in Latin, and Faw dropped dead. Black Ninja looked down at him. He stretched out his hand, and effortlessly drained Faw of his magick.
Spotty looked on in horror at Faw’s lifeless body. Black Ninja laughed. “All you’ve accomplished by bringing that mediocre wizard here is making Fooruman and I even more powerful! I’m so strong now that I can even feel your heartbeat.”
Spotty looked down for a moment, then grabbed his sword off the ground and faced Black Ninja. As Black Ninja walked closer, Spotty backed away. Finally, Spotty had his back to the Clone-O-Matic – perfect. He turned around and, as quickly as he could, cut his arm and let his blood spill into the Clone-O-Matic. He slammed the “GO” button, and the machine began to crank.
Black Ninja cursed as clones of Spotty began to shoot out of the machine. Spotty laughed and ran down the hallway as quickly as he could, towards the spiral staircase.
Black Ninja watched him run out, then turned around and looked at the dozens of clones. He began to chant.
<center>**********</center>
Spotty ran up the stairs as quickly as he could; the plan was, so far, working perfectly. As he neared the top of the stairs, Black Ninja appeared.
“Spotty, Spotty, Spotty. Did you really think you could stop me with untrained clones?”
Spotty shook his head. “No, not really.”
Black Ninja grabbed Spotty’s neck and lifted him up. He threw him through the hatch door and teleported up after him. He picked him up again and held him by the neck off the side of the spire. “Do you have any final words, whelp?”
“Just a couple. You’re still my best friend.”
After only a moment's pause, Black Ninja screamed as he threw Spotty off the edge of the spire. Spotty fell about forty feet and landed on his back. Black Ninja fell over on the ground. Fooruman immediately ran to him.
“My faithful servant, help me vanquish our remaining foes! Only two remain!”
Black Ninja coughed. “You go ahead, I need a minute.”
Fooruman turned around and faced Violet and Coppertop.
<center>**********</center>
As Spotty lay on his broken back, he thought back to what Violet had said in the conference room just hours earlier.
“Alright, everyone, it’s time to make a choice,” Violet said. “This is the hardest choice I can ever ask of you, but it needs to be made. Are each of you willing to die if it means the end of this war?” He paused for a moment and looked around the room. “This war can end tonight. You see, there’s one thing about humanity that makes us different from any other species. Do you know what that is? We wage wars. We do it for very stupid reasons, too. We, as a species, are not tolerant of each other. But there’s another side to that. The thing that makes us great. When the odds are bad, when things look bleak, when it seems there’s no hope left, we unite. Not only do we unite, we fight until the very death. We are so passionate about our beliefs that we are willing to die for them. So now, I ask you again, are you willing to die if it means we win the war? I know I am. Every person who ever practices magick has an aura about them. Obviously Fooruman’s is evil. We just happen to have a somewhat powerful wizard of our own – Faw. Now, here’s the plan. Black Ninja and Fooruman are now directly linked. We know that the blood of one of them will undo them both. Obviously they’re immortal, so there’s no way we’re going to strike blood. However, I think that if we can get Black Ninja to absorb Faw’s power, we may be able to bring out what humanity’s left in him. Any questions?”
There was a brief pause in the room. Finally, Coppertop spoke. “When do we go?”
Spotty laughed as he remembered the conversation. “Your move, Black Ninja,” he said.
<center>**********</center>
Violet and Coppertop doubled over in pain as Fooruman chanted his black magick at them. Black Ninja watched in ecstasy as his enemies suffered. He managed to pick himself up, although he was in emotional pain he couldn’t quite explain. He looked over the edge of the spire and saw Spotty. He fell back onto the ground again as he saw his old friend suffering. He looked off the other side of the spire and saw that the black hole was growing quite quickly now. He instinctively crawled towards it.
“It’s time for me to end your pathetic rebellion,” Fooruman said. You fools have been two very sharp thorns in my side – no more!”
Black Ninja reached the edge of the spire and looked down into the black hole. He looked behind him at Spotty, then looked to his other side and saw Fooruman torturing the remaining rebellion. He picked Spotty’s sword up and managed to stand up.
Fooruman turned around and saw his servant getting up. “Ah, Black Ninja, are you ready to finish the deed? I’ve been saving them for you.”
Black Ninja looked at Fooruman and smiled. “Fooruman, you’ll control me no longer,” he said.
Fooruman’s eyes widened. “What? WHAT!”
Black Ninja quickly slit his wrist with Spotty’s sword. He looked over the edge of the spire, then turned around once more. “Violet, Coppertop, please do not remember me as a villain.” He then hurled himself off the edge of the spire.
Fooruman watched in horror as his servant fell into the black hole. He then looked at his hand – it was disintegrating. He looked down to see that his entire body was crumbling away. He turned around towards Violet and Coppertop. The black hole suddenly disappeared entirely. Fooruman fell down. About five seconds later, he burst into flame and was burned to ash.
Violet and Coppertop looked down at the pile of ash that used to be their eternal adversary. They then looked at each other and hugged.
There was a terrible cracking sound in the air. They immediately looked up towards the ruined earth – the black cloud around the planet was beginning to disappear! Violet stared with his mouth open. Coppertop looked on in disbelief. “Wow,” she said, “that’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life.”
Violet looked away from the earth towards Coppertop. “Is this real?” He asked.
Coppertop looked at him and smiled. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure it is."
Violet turned around and looked at the earth. Slowly but surely, a grin began to appear on his face.

<center>THE END</center>

ADDENDUM: [originally intended to be in the book]
Well, since you're reading this addendum, I'll assume you've read the entire book. I can only hope that you enjoyed reading it (at least to some extent). Whether or not you have been a fan of Foo Products your whole life, or are just discovering it for the first time, I'd like you to know that you are now part of something. Foo Products is a project that has died countless times, and because of the love of the community it's designed around, it's been brought back each time with just as much strength as ever. I'm quite glad to be able to welcome you to the Foo Products family. My one request is this: if you like this book, or if you like the Foo Movies, or even if you are a fan of our original Foo Races, please let people know about them. We're not doing this for money... we just want to entertain people, and it's difficult to do that unless people know we're here. In any case, I thank you for taking the time to read this book.

<center>Dain Schroeder</center>

[Spotty]

Very interesting conclusion to the long delayed story. Some nice dialogue in it, and you even got the clone machine in there :D, *gets unpleasent memories of a certain clone song

[superjwren329]

Wait. Wait...What?! *laughs* Oh. I must admit, this is something I like and am anxiously awaiting for more. *applauds*

[cooba]

am anxiously awaiting for moreTHE END<!---->

[Black Ninja]

Wait. Wait...What?! *laughs* Oh. I must admit, this is something I like and am anxiously awaiting for more. *applauds*

Sorry, friend, but I'm not writing any more of this series. :P

However, a bit further back in the JCF War Tavern pages are the first and second Foo Stories (which take place before this one). You might give those a read if you haven't, or if you are for some reason desperate for more of my writing you can read my latest (untitled) work.

Thanks for the feedback, people; give me more please. :P