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I'll be open to any joiners, but will probably decline most as I just need general characters. Also, feel free to send me episode ideas once the general atmosphere and idea is laid for the story. (i'll let you know when)



The idea is that my character, Willet, is an ex-FBI (as in kicked out) agent who goes on conspiracy hunts.



It will be played out in an episodic nature, but slowly an underlying conspiracy will be revealed by at least half way through the story. However, it will continue to be done on totally episodic design with each episode (short ones) ending in a revelation about the total conspiracy.



It will take place in modern times, but probably somewhere more around 2010. (when i'll be 25 in real life).





It will be a sort of comedy/sci-fi/thriller, if all comes through like i want it to.







also, please, email me about joining for privacy reasons. do NOT post them here. my email address is samurai4ever@yahoo.com. use it.



This will happen, folks. It's gotta.

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One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.



CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD. YE NOT GUILTY.



-FreeLance-

Weehhee, sounds good.

Nothing comes out as you want it to and nothing goes as you expect it to.



They are always watching!



Watching!



Waaaaaatching!!!



Aagh!!

Cool! ^-^

Yay, Lancielot..

`Ducky

Very interesting, definitely.



Hope to see your story soon.

it'll get under way once i'm done reading the Hobbit. :0

Hey can I be in your story?

email me about it. the characters won't actually be in the story. just the names (real names) of people.



for instance, if wild angel was in it, she'd go by her real name. But if she had something to do with, for instance, hacking and had a nickname, it would be wild angel or angel or something like that.



so please, keep your character ideas realistic to life, no rabbits or monsters. (well, okay some monsters would be alright for government cover-ups)

I thought stories had to have rabbits to be in War Tavern? Or maybe I've lived a misguided life, never before realising the truth?

could be, but this one is humans.

Lanciee! Bad :P *swat*

You know my orders.

`Duckay

I do?

no, i guess i don't, ducky. what are your orders?

coool a u.s. marshall...that'll come in handy.

first story post:







"(censored censored) good for nothings..." I slammed the glass on the table. "Never being glad with the job I do."



"Ahem, sir, don't bring your anger and bad grammar in here." said the whiney barkeep.



"if you knew the things I knew and was told to forget them, while having your badge stripped away and practically shoved up your (censored), you'd be angry too, and wouldn't give a crap about grammar."



"sir, i mean it. I don't own this bar, but I can sure as heck pretend too."



I stood and got my jacket. flicking him my finger as I walked out the door into the steady pelts of rain. It was cold that day. Very stereotypical day for a guy to loose his job. I didn't have a wife or kids, but if I did, it would be christmas. I wouldn't be able to go home and admit i had been kicked from the FBI, or that I wouldn't be able to by them christmas presents. But at the moment, I was single and not a father, and it was November 8th.



I am Willet Dowitcher. Until today, I had the job most people would dream of. I was sort of a rip-off of the popular X-files show, mixed with the movie Enemy of the State. But today, I was back to normal life. I could've been Joe Blow. But I wasn't. I still had my questions...



and I still knew that the truth was out there.

It 11:28 at night and you want me to leave a post so here it goes...



Sounds interesting Lancie but I cant believe you would say things like that Im looking forward to see how it turns out

thanks shortzie...



BTW, that first story post was written to make him seem...shall i say, p.o.ed.

I'm supposed to TELL you that you are supposed to write people stories in the infernal Miscellanous forum.



Nice chapter though, Lancie...

Hmm, I wonder what edit does...*cough cough*

Carry on..

I'll pester you to put me in it later



`Tabbit! err gb[gpw]

aww darn, ducky, don't make me! please?! People will fill it up with stupid stuff and try to correct it and tell me not to put "(censored)" and stuff in it! PLEASE?!

I could be in it, but make sure I don't use foul language and the like, pleez.



Name: Beryl



"Job": Mercenary, but can I be a good guy? (This isn't my REAL job)



I'm single, get annoyed easily, and I hold a grudge. But I try to keep the few friends I have.



D'you need the rest of the stuff, like eyes, hair, ect?

Rrrrgh!

Blasted thing.



Um... I'm sure there is a meaning to this post. Bleh. Maybe I should edit it..

*cough cough*

Ahem.

`Ducky

Episode 01: "Codename: Ducky"



As I opened the door to my apartment, I could smell the cat litter box from the other room. It needed changed. As I ran to open the window, I saw there were three messages on my answering machine. I pushed play and continued toward the window.



As it opened, the message started to play:



"Willet...this is "Ducky". I'm calling you about that information you wanted. Give me a call when you get home. (click)"



I stopped with the window half way and ran over to pick up the phone as the next message started to play:



"Uh, hey Willet, this is Ducky again. I need to talk with you as soon as you get home. This is about more than the information this time, it's a matter of life and death.(click)"



I was just dialing the number when the words "life and death" started, and I stopped for a moment. Now I was getting worried as the next message started to play:



"Willet. Sorry to bother you again. I don't know where you've been, but I thought you'd be home by now. I just called up to your office and they said you had been fired. Somehow I didn't know FBI agents could be fired. Anyway, it's not so urgent that you call me now. Just give me a ring when you get home."





For some reason, her voice wasn't so urgent sounding, either. Something strange was going on. Ducky was a sort of partern of mine. She helped me solve many of my cases that involved cover-ups, the likes of Roswell and such.



I started to finish dialing her number, when something struck me a funny feeling. I hung up the phone and walked over to my computer. I logged on to the FBI's personel site, as they hadn't yet wiped my clearence from the computers. I selected the list of agents who were missing. 57 of them in the past three months. I wrote down their names and general information that was listed. Then I went to the "retired" list, and searched for all the names that had "retired" in the past few months. I was surprised to see my own name there. "Retired my a-" the phone rang in the middle of my sentence.



"Hello?"



"Willet? Did you get my messages?"



"Ducky! Yah, I was just fixing to call you." I strayed over to the kitchen and got out a beer. "I wanted do look something up first."



"Well, Willet. About you bringing over for the...stuff...tomorrow, don't bother."



"What? What do you mean? The party can't go on without the stuff!"



"Not THAT stuff, Willet!" Apearntly our minds were in two different places.



"Is someone there, Ducky? You sound...scared."



"No-No, no ones here. Just don't come over tomorrow, Willet. I think someone's setting you up."



"Why?"



"Well, besides that there are two cars sitting across the street from your house, your recently being fired, the fact that the local pawn shops have had weapons and bullets bought in your name, i just have a funny feeling about it."



"I'll keep that in mind. So why not come over there tomorrow? And which stuff can't I bring? The good stuff or the work stuff?"



"Neither of th-Willet! Don't come over at all! Stay at home!"



"Why?"



"Oh, I gotta go fast Willet, my dog just got out." (click)





How Ducky knew all this stuff, I didn't know. And whether it was just coincidental, I didn't know. But what I did know was that something was going down in the FBI.



I went to the computer and continued to search through the names of recently retired agents. Many of them were just like me. Young, great records, mostly dealing with X-files like stuff. All of us were to young to be "retired". Somehow, I felt a greater power was at work here besides the local big-wigs.





TOO BE CONTINUED...



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One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.



CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD. YE NOT GUILTY.



-FreeLance-

Silly, Ducky doesn't HAVE a dog .



Can I be in it, please, please prrreeetty please? I'll be good, I promise!!! **crosses fingers**



I'll make up some profile for you, oh heck, I'll do it now, evilness.





The loudspeaker booms 'All plumbers on deck, please report to the sewage level'



Uh,

Emily, A. Fullerton or Orchid Kybo, you pick. Anyway, she's either a pilot or a DRUMMER. Pilot would probably fit better.

That's all I really want to do...errg. If you need more, I can probably imagine some absurd pot-smoking maniac.

HeeHee :>



*Black

*Black

Episode 01: "Codename: Ducky, part II"





I sat, my beer getting warm, staring at the documents I had pulled up on the computer. I was matching agents. I searched for all personel documents containing the words "cover-up", "conspiracy", "corrupt" and the likes. I noticed that most of the agents who had been "retired" by force were on the list of agents who had "conspiracy" and "cover-up" in their reports.



Some of them had nothing to do with each other, but it was used by most all of them to refer to something that was linked together. even linked to me. it was the fact that we were tired of lying to the public, tired of covering-up after the government.



I took a chug of beer.



It was warm...



There was no way to get it cold again.



I went to get another one.



There were none.



"daaaaaaaaaargh!"



(thinking)"I'll just get some more..."(/thinking)



i walked to the closet and got my jacket. My USP (pistol) was hanging next to it, and I put it on under my jacket out of habit.



Right as my hand was on the nob I paused, remembering what Ducky had said. "stay at home!" she had said. "setting you up!" she had said.



I shook my head. What was I thinking? I can't siquester myself without any beer in the fridge!



I twisted the nob. Slowly, I pulled the door open. My heart throbbed. I knew I should stay inside but I couldn't. I HAD to get more beer!



I looked down the hall. Nothing. Or was there? Yes, there was something down there...it was just a fire exstinguisher though.



I stepped out into the hallway, when I realised my shoe was untied. Bending down to tie it, I heard a shot. A bullet slammed through my window and into the door across the hall from my apartment. I had been saved by an untied shoelace.

to be continued

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One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.



CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD. YE NOT GUILTY.



-FreeLance-

And now the conclusion to Episode 01: "Codname: Ducky"





I screamed like a girl.



Spinning around, I saw a helocopter, which i had not heard somehow, hovering outside my window. There was a man with a sniper rifel inside. He flicked me off. Here I was, alone and defensless, and him there in his big-wig helocopter shtuff, and he had the cruel guts to flick me off! I screamed again. Like a girl. Then I realised that wasn't me screaming. It was...





DUCKY! She was war-screaming. Bullets flew as she jumped through the air, Matrix style, shooting at the helocopter (agents from the matrix in morpheous scene style). I screamed. She screamed. The helocopter was going down.



The pilot was dead. The man with the sniper rifle jumped, as a last resort, through my window and made an atempt to run out of my door. bad mistake. I caught him by the leg. it was a total accident, but it happened, and now I take credit for it.



His helocopter helmet fell off, and on the side I saw the letters GB.



As he stood, i saw his face for the first time.



Ducky gasped. I screamed. He laughed.

Episode 02: "Sniper on the Roof"





Who is the mysterious sniper? Why did he make me scream? Tune in tomorrer for Episode 02: "Sniper on the Roof".

Kindly remove the "like a girl"s. It makes it sound like you're some macho jerk rude. And we all know you're not, right?

Oh, wow, how nifty...*shh, Blackie :P of course I have a dog*

You know, I have some kind of thing worked out, I could tell you if you really WANTED it, I mean so I didn't have to exist under a codename my whole life..

If it ever comes in handy, my real name is Loe MacLeod, er, no, that might get..ehh...well, yes, um right.

And I work part time in the local Lucky's. The grocery store, y'know. I work a cash register. The rest of the time..eehaa, thats for you to figure out. Whatever you want. Oh, hey, could I be a spy?

Argh, I shouldn't even BE here...I am way to soft.



But anyway brilliant, Lancetto.

`Ducky

Good story so far, but...



*smacks FreeLance*



Saying, "I screamed like a girl" is...er...

a bit misleading. As far as me, I prefer to say things like "I screamed exactly like myself." There you have it.



Girls are not scared of things like you might think. Seriously. I mean it. This applies to me, also.



(BTW, I tend to be more like a tomboy, so that is why I am complaining.)

Quite frankly, I will NOT remove the "like a girl"s. I am not going to bend this story to fit everyone. He screamed like a girl. It's a statement. Girls scream high pitched, guys yell. He did not. He screamed, like a girl. geesh.

Tanpo, knock it off,



Great story so far Freelance.



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What can i say? I'm back



Spread the word, IKU is back.





-Slayer Iku

sorry about that last post about the girls thing. I just can't stand it when people expect me to be so politically correct at the sake of everyone when that is how i choose to word it. I'm not going to stop using my language because it may be P.I. (politically incorrect).



in an english college, they don't use the term "history" because it is sexually specific. you can't say "ladies and gentlemen" because that infers an idea of class that may offend some. And much more like that. I hate it. I hate hate hate it.



(cough)



thanks slayo.



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One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.



CAST IN THE NAME OF GOD. YE NOT GUILTY.



-FreeLance-

btw, coppertop, male or female?

btw..is my character good or bad?

Well said Lancielot.



`Ducky

Female, of course But I'm like Kiku, a tomboy (seriously)

okeedoke, i thought so. just making sure.