I CLAIM SECOND PAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So? That's spam.

So is that. And this.

I'm Telling Fquist!

Why don't you post a story continuation instead of wasting web space by posting a topic complaining to Fquist that he'll pay no attention to?

Hey, Unknown, time to continue AGAIN.

Cosair slept soundly on the roadside. So soundly, in fact, he almost didn't hear the large mouse and cart in time to jump onto the other side of the road. Rubbing his eyes, he extracted his foot from the thorns and stood up, to the surprise of the cart's occupant. "Wha? Who are you, and where did you come from?"



"My name is Cosair, and I came from Industrius, originally."



"From Industrius? I see no spaceship, no escape pod, no nothing! How did you get here?"



"I warped to Diamondus, but the warp back took me here, then vanished." He wasn't sure why he was telling the old man driving the cart all this, except that he seemed simple and harmless.







Jazz fell foward, as he was jolted from behind. After recovering his footing, he took a look at who had knocked him down. Lori and Spaz were already staring. After a moment of staring, Jazz spoke. "...Kon-tar?"



Kon-tar, unknowing of GenEX's scroll, put on a smile. "Why Jazz, Spaz, and Lori! Fancy meeting you here! Do you know what happened to the space port?"



As one, Jazz, Spaz and Lori lunged at him. Jazz and Lori smashed into each other, and fell to the ground, but Spaz sucessfully landed on top of the surprised Kon-tar. Kon-tar laughed, however. "You really think you can harm me? I am evil himself, and you do not have the pure heart necessary to defeat me, Spaz!" Kon-tar, instantly realising what he had just said, clamped his hand over his mouth. It didn't matter of course, as they already had the scroll, which had told them all Kon-tar had just said.



The confimation, however, was enough to enduce Jazz into yanking Spaz off of "evil himself".







Tornrob, high prince of the Exhemians, brother to high chancellor Podrac, uncle of the young king of Barzam, son of queen Gullibl and king Brokn, posessor of the Harelactic gem, and surveyor of all he surveyed surveyed the latest scientific marvel from the Exhemian scientists, a trouble sensing device. It had gone Blood Red. Tornrob consulted the user friendly manual for the thing, and looked under "Blood Red". The words were not at all pleasing;



When the Crokpawt™ turns Blood Red, trouble has come upon the entire universe. Evil himself's plans have almost reached their top point, and the LEGEND THAT HAS BEEN UNSOLVED FOR AEONS is coming up. Whosoever sees the Crokpawt™ Blood Red, should alert the Exhemian guard and all other military divisions as soon as possible, to find the Hero from the Legend.







"Fascinating," said the old man, extending his hand. "you sound like you've had many hardships. Would you like to rest a while in my cart? I'm heading towards Carrotus Castle, and they may be able to help you there anyway."



Cosair gladly accepted, and climbed into the back seat. After a small while, he couldn't resist asking "Are we there yet?"



"There are still several miles to go before we reach my destination, young one."



"Your destination? You mean Carrotus Castle?"



"No, I have changed my mind. I am not going towards Carrotus Castle...."



"What? Then where are you taking me?" Cosair started to get up, but found that he had somehow been shackled to the cart without his noticing it. He must have fallen asleep.



"I'm taking you to a certain Space/Time warp. It leads to Bad Pitt." said the old man, only he wasn't an old man any longer. His appearance had shifted, into Devan Shell.

Oooooooooooooooo, VERY cool. Please, do continue sometime soon.

Does 11 days afterwards count as sometime soon?

(Amazing, I'm continuing without GenEX telling me too. Unless he's doing it as I type this......)



Kon-tar stood up, dusting himself off. "Why do you three always try to get in on every single adventure in this universe? You do know you're going to get killed at it someday, right? Like.... right now?"



Before any of the three rabbits could react, Kon-tar whipped a blaster out of a pocket and fired.





Tornrob, high prince of the Exhemians, brother to high chancellor Podrac, uncle of the young king of Barzam, son of queen Gullibl and king Brokn, posessor of the Harelactic gem, and surveyor of all he surveyed blew on a large trumpet, sucessfully waking up 50 odd soldiers. The other one was a sound sleeper. Rubbing their eyes, the afore-mentioned soldiers walked out of their quarters, asking Tornrob what all the fuss was about. He showed them the Crokpawt™, and told them what it meant. Instantly, the deprived of coffee looking soldiers were gone, and in their place were 50 odd (The sound sleeper wasn't present) ready-for-battle-n'-stuff top quality warriors. After gathering some battle hardy rabble, and telling anyone who might care where they were going, Tornrob and the strike force entered a large Exhemian warship.





Cosair looked at Devan for a moment, then desperately tried to free himself from the shackles. Although his outside was all action, the inside was thinking. If Devan wanted him dead, why not just kill him now? And besides, why him? As Devan was taking him to Bad Pitt, it seemed there was some greater purpose, but what was that? Maybe his old theory of Devan and Kon-tar being competitors was correct? Or maybe..... Before he could think or struggle any more, Devan bonked him on the head with a large evil villain No2 pencil. Cosair went out like a light.









(It can be a pain, having to reply to your own continuations. The quality sort of goes down. Aren't there some other expert writers around?)

Yes, there are, but none of them want to bother with this story.











Btw, BOTHER BOTHER BOTHER!

If you don't want to continue your own story, I guess I'll bother somebody else so they help.

(well, I'll try to ASK them first, anyway)

Two points.



1: At the time you wrote that, I was not home. Did you not remember I was away on vacation?

2: It's not my story.

Oh, I forgot...

Here's a latest edition. I'm both sorry for the long wait (though GenEX is the only one who really cares, if he still does) and for nothing much really happening in this edition except a nifty comedy skit with Cosair. I'll try to do better next time.



Tornrob, high prince of the Exhemians, brother to high chancellor Podrac, uncle of the young king of Barzam, son of queen Gullibl and king Brokn, posessor of the Harelactic gem, and surveyor of all he surveyed quickly made a U-turn in the Exhemian warship's course. The ACME Hero Finder™ had suddenly changed direction, pointing in the direction of the planet Dam Nation. Tornrob, high prince of the Exhemians, brother to high chancellor Podrac, uncle of the young king of Barzam, son of queen Gullibl and king Brokn, posessor of the Harelactic gem, and surveyor of all he surveyed had always thought that it was rather stupid to call a planet a nation, but who could argue with the inhabitants of Dam Nation anyway? They'd so much as slit your throat as look at you. Devils, Skeletons, Dogs, Ravens inhabited that place, and the Hero from the Legend was there, of all places? Well, it could be worse. He isn't at Scraparap! Tornrob suddenly realized he had said that last part out loud, and several of his crew members were looking at him oddly. Silent, Tornrob looked back through the windshield again.



"DUCK!" screamed Jazz, as the projectile screamed towards them with astonishing rapidity in slow motion. Unfortunately, Kon-tar's weapon of destruction appeared to have a homing radar built in. There then insued a brief scuffle in which all three Jackrabbits tried to throw the other two behind them, in order to take the full blast. In the end, they managed to get up (amazing what you can do with slow motion missiles) and run away. The projectile promptly broke into normal speed and went flying after them. Kon-tar, using a remote control, made it randomly shout crude insults that aren't really repeatable. Jazz, Spaz and Lori, capslock on, sped past speed limit signs, (which said they were going much too fast for cars, let alone pedestrians) police officers, large anvils falling for no reason and sushi shops, until they finally wound up inside a dead end alley. Gulping, the three rabbits pressed themselves against the wall, hoping for Divine Intervention. Surprisingly, it came, in the form of the sci-kick powers of GenEX, leader of the MRT clan. At least, that's what they thought when a large wall of red stones appeared right in front of the homing projectile, and with a large "GenEXMRT" graffiti written on it script.



Cosair groggily woke up. Around him were..... green destruct scenery blocks? He was in a small secret alcove in a wall, a gold coin next to him. (Actually, there is a secret like that in Bad Pitt, for all of you who haven't found it) Struggling to get up, Cosair examined the walls for a weak spot, with no sucess. He was well and truly trapped. A question came back. He would starve here, so why had Devan not just killed him in the first place? It would have saved time and trouble.... Just as Cosair was thinking this, though, a large Armodoofus plodded up, one appendage slap at a time. Apparently the creature had some way of increasing the width around it, as it could easily sidestep around the star blocks. Sort of like it was using the nowalls code. While these fascinating wonderings were swimming through Cosair's mind, the Armodoofus had reached him and had begun to talk in the way of all Armodoofus, slowly. "The.... master.... wants.... you.... to.... come...."

"Oh, really? Well, who's your master?"

"I.... only.... answer.... questions.... from.... my.... master...."

"Well, who is your master then?"

"Not.... you...."

"Oh, well then. Take me to your leader, I guess."

"I.... also.... only.... take.... orders.... from.... master...."

"So you WON'T take me to your master?"

"You.... are.... not.... my.... master,,,, questioner...."

"Following that, you won't follow your master's commands because I command the same thing."

"That.... is.... correct...."

"And you obey your master?"

"You.... are.... not.... m-"

"Oh, skip it. You obey your master, true or false."

"I.... always.... do...."

"Then you're disobeying your master in disobeying me telling you to obey your master because you disobey people who are not your master even while they tell you what you are doing is the correct thing because you're not obeying your master in obeying him! I got it!"

At this point, the Armodoofus walked away, slowly singing "Daisy,,,, Daisy,,,, give.... me.... your.... answer.... do,,,," Cosair leaned back in his alcove, humming cheerfully. He might be in a bad fix, but he had probably just gotten an entire species of baddies fired for incompetence. Who knows?

(Hehe, logic!)



Again, I would like to say "sorry" to GenEX for the long wait. I probably would have written something October 10th or something, but the board went down, and I've spent the past few days slightly out of the ordinary anyway.

ABSOLUTLEY NOT!

That Absolutley Not was to my 'continuation'