Nov 22, 2005, 06:09 PM | |
...yeah, Rag got pwned.
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Nov 25, 2005, 11:15 AM | |
Seems like I'm destined to double-post for each chapter. Oh well. CHAPTER 7, darker and more depressing than ever. Enjoy.
---------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 7: (-) Happens Sonyk felt the ground shake underneath him. He instantly hopped out of bed and looked out the only window in his new quarters. What he saw truly and completely astonished him. Before Sonyk could even think, his door flew open. Through the new opening came a quite exasperated Faw. Faw stumbled over his own words for a while before calming down enough to say “Sonyk, Fooville’s been nuked.” Sonyk just blinked. “I kind of assumed that when I looked out my window towards Fooville and found nothing but a cloud of fire and fallout.” Faw frowned. “It’s not funny, Sonyk,” he said, “Over half the members of the resistance were there on spec. ops.” Sonyk’s heart sank. He tried to speak, but was unable to think of anything to say. Faw looked like he was starting to cry, but he quickly blinked it away and became serious again. “Sonyk, come with me. I think it’s time I showed you how we plan to end this war once and for all.” Elliot ran to the conference room of Cave Foo as quickly as he could. He spat out the password, waited impatiently for the door to open, ran through it, and sat down. He saw at the other end of the conference table a very happy Fooruman. “Master,” Elliot said, “Fooville has been nuked.” Fooruman grinned. “Of this I am well aware, Elliot. But no matter – stuff happens. We have bigger concerns. It has come to my attention that there is a spy within these sacred walls. A spy in a perfect position to betray me and everything I stand for. Elliot, let us figure out who this spy is.” Elliot was terrified. He pressed a button on his belt that would send an alert to the rebel base. He didn’t know how Fooruman had found out his secret, but he knew he’d be dead soon regardless. Fooruman started walking slowly towards Elliot, talking on the way. “Elliot, mutiny is something I take very seriously. I’m sure you know what I mean.” Fooruman was now no more than 3 feet away from Elliot. Elliot sucked up his courage and spoke. There was one thing he wanted to know before he died. “How did you know?” Fooruman laughed a maniacal laugh. “Because you just told me, idiot.” Fooruman drew out a gun and fired two silver-tipped bullets into Elliot’s skull. Elliot took a step back and fell onto the hard ground, dead. Fooruman walked forward and fired a few more bullets into Elliot. “Pathetic human,” he said. “Hmm. If Fooville really has been nuked, then my ultimate victory is closer than ever. Perhaps I’ll go see the destruction of Fooville for myself.” Fooruman looked down at the carnage below him and laughed. He picked up Elliot’s belt and looked at the radio transmitter. He lifted it close to his mouth and spoke. “I know you’re listening. Your spy has several bullets lodged in his brain. You may have learned about my plans, but because of your stupid mistake I now know exactly where to find you.” He then threw the belt on the ground, shattering the radio attached to it. “I think it’s time to execute my plan,” he said. |
Nov 25, 2005, 11:20 AM | |
Ever think it was odd that he "discovered" that rebel bomb when no one else did? ;p
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Nov 25, 2005, 11:30 AM | |
Heh, I *wish* I didn't have that suspicious of a mind. Anyway, I'll probably post chapter 8 soon.
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Nov 25, 2005, 06:35 PM | |
Chapter 8, now with 100% more depressing!
Ok, here's chapter 8. It's slightly censored, as are all the chapters (I'm going to release the uncut story on Foo Products when it's done). Why is it censored? Because not only is it very depressing, it's kind of violent. A lot. This story really is not for the faint of heart. If it were a movie, it'd be rated R. You've all been warned. Anyway, enjoy it - chapter 8.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 8: The Final Sunset Fooruman appeared just outside of where the Foo$oft headquarters used to stand. He carefully examined the destruction around him. He was somewhat sad about the destruction of Fooville, but only because he was not the one who caused it. For years now, the people of Fooville hadn’t respected him – he had so wanted to be the one to bring them all to their end. He cleared his mind of these thoughts though – he had more important things to do. He started walking towards where the Foo Hotel used to stand. The hotel was completely obliterated now, but underneath the rubble he had a hidden underground bunker. After a bit of walking, he got there. As he started moving rubble away, he heard a voice behind him – it sounded like it must be female. He turned around to face whoever was talking to him, and found a bloody woman lying on the ground, about 4 feet away from him. “Please, tell Rag that,” she coughed up some blood, “tell him that I love him.” Fooruman reached into the hidden pocket on the inside of his robes, drew out a pistol, cocked it, and shot her in the face. “Can’t have anyone finding out what I’m up to. Now, back to business.” He put the pistol back inside his robes and turned back towards the rubble in front of him. After about forty minutes of throwing rubble aside, Fooruman found what he was looking for. He noticed that the handle on the wooden hatch had been blown off and he’d be unable to open it that way, but that didn’t hinder him. He drew out his pistol and fired a shot right into the center of the wooden hatch. He put his hand in the new hole, lifted up, and saw the stairs leading to his underground bunker. He walked down and found everything exactly as he’d left it – all the supplies he’d need for his plan were there. “Excellent,” he said, “now I’ve got all the supplies I need to cast my spell and turn the tides of this was in my favor.” He grabbed a few supplies, walked up the stairs, closed the hatch, and looked up at the sky. He then looked down at the supplies in his arms and laughed. He started mixing potions together. His time of victory was nigh. However, before he could add the final ingredient, he heard an all-too-familiar voice. “Stop right there, Fooruman,” Unfooruman yelled. Fooruman was furious. He drew out his pistol and turned to face his enemy. He quickly fired off two shots at Unfooruman. The first shot missed, but the second scraped the side of Unfooruman’s face. Fooruman laughed. “You’re too late, Unfooruman. What I’m about to do can never be undone. All I need to do is drop this last ingredient in my concoction and the deed will be done.” Unfooruman screamed in pain as Fooruman turned around and threw a vial of potion into his diabolical mixture. Fooruman backed away from his mixing pot and watched. The pot exploded in a cloud of green fire. Fooruman laughed harder and harder as the fire grew. Finally, a huge beam of green light shot out of the pot and went straight up. It hit the sky’s atmosphere and exploded, turning all the clouds pitch black and blocking off the sun entirely. “My work here is done,” Fooruman said, “I leave you now to your fate, my worthy adversary.” Fooruman laughed as he teleported back to Cave Foo. Unfooruman finally managed to get over the pain enough to look up at the sky. He knew he would probably never see sunlight again. |
Nov 25, 2005, 07:02 PM | |
I liked the first few chapters, now it just seems out of place. Iit's ok to have a little humour in the story :P. Some of the characters are starting to seem out of character. A little less death blood and guts would help out this story. Good job none the less.
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Nov 25, 2005, 07:05 PM | |
Very true Spoy. Let's hope I get in less of a dark mood so I can actually write something a bit happy-feeling.
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Nov 25, 2005, 07:24 PM | |
Time for me to transform into RADDYCRITIC!
Spoy is right about characters seeming out of character. Moreso, as the story progressed they all seemed to develop similar personalities. The leaders' goal is simply to kill everyone else and the servants' goal is to help their leader kill everyone else. It's difficult to distinguish who's on who's side. None of the characters have their own motives and methods, and you are introducing characters and subsequently killing them so fast that their loss has no effect. It's like how Star Trek always had characters you've never seen before who would die before the end of the episode.
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Nov 25, 2005, 07:44 PM | |
About not knowing who's on who's side: intended.
The rest: you're right. ;p |
Nov 29, 2005, 06:47 PM | |
Capitulo nueve
Here I go double-posting again for the new chapter. Oh well. Chapter 9. It's a somewhat important chapter - you might want to read it over more than once, as it contains a lot of subtle hints about something very big coming up. Anyway, here's chapter 9. You'll be happy to know it's probably only rated PG-13. Or maybe TV-14.
------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 9: Acts of Desperation Sonyk looked out his window in terror. He didn’t know what the meaning of the giant green flame he saw was, but he knew it couldn’t be good. Just as he began to turn around to go get Faw, he saw a huge beam of light erupt out of the smoke and hit the atmosphere with a bang. The clouds all changed to a charred black color, blocking out the noon sun. Sonyk wasn’t afraid of the dark or anything, but he was truly afraid of this new darkness. He knew that unless whoever caused this was stopped, he’d probably never see the light of day again. Sonyk’s thoughts were interrupted when his window exploded. Several shards of glass scraped him, but nothing serious. He looked on the ground in front of him and saw a hologram projector. He knelt down and powered it on before taking a step back to watch. What he saw truly astonished him. A holographic image of Unfooruman appeared in front of him. Sonyk instinctively took a step back, even though he knew it was just a hologram and couldn’t hurt him. “Hello,” the holographic Unfooruman said, “I hate to have to contact you, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Yes, I know what you’re thinking – we know and have known for quite some time where you guys are hiding out, and we couldn’t care less. Now that that’s out of the way, let’s get down to business. My worst fears have been realized – Fooruman has destroyed the atmosphere. Not only has this blocked off all natural light, but if something isn’t done soon, the atmosphere will depressurize and none of us will even have a chance at survival. You’re probably wondering why your enemy is contacting you – that’s reasonable. I’d like to formally request that we form an alliance, at least temporarily. Fooruman must be stopped; earth must be saved. I will be expecting an answer soon,” the holographic Unfooruman paused, “One of your resistance members will know how to contact me. Program terminate.” The holographic projector shut down and the image of Unfooruman disappeared. Sonyk stood still for a while, in shock. He then looked down at his arms and noticed he was bleeding. “Oh, crap,” he said. He walked shakily over to his bed, fell down, and passed out. When he woke up, Faw was standing next to him. “Sonyk, I’m glad you’re all right. I hate to say it, but you and I are the only resistance members still alive. I sent a huge squad to try and take Fooruman down, and they were eliminated with extreme prejudice. I’m sorry to say I think we might need to take Unfooruman up on his offer.” Sonyk blinked. “How did you know about that?” Sonyk thought he saw Faw’s eyes widen for a moment. “I saw the hologram projector on the floor and was curious. Now, Sonyk, listen very carefully. I need you to promise me that we’re in this together. No matter what you hear or see, I need to know you’ve got my back. Defeating Fooruman would be the final step we’d need to take to ensure peace. Isn’t that worth fighting for? Isn’t that worth dieing for?” Sonyk instantly stood up and faced Faw. “Let’s do it,” he said without hesitation. |
Dec 3, 2005, 12:40 AM | |
Where's Zion then?
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Dec 4, 2005, 08:01 PM | |
Ok, everyone, here it is: the cliffhanger ending of Foo Story 1. Foo Story 2 is, obviously, in the near future. Also, you'll soon be able to download different versions of the story on Foo Products: the uncensored (very depressing and gory) version that I didn't cut at all, this version, and the version with the alternate ending. Now, at long last, here it is: the final chapter of Foo Story 1.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 10: The Cliffhanger Ending “Ok,” Unfooruman said, “are you all very clear on what the plan is? We’re only going to have one shot at this. The damage Fooruman did to the sky is unfixable – it will be like that forever. However, if we can stop Fooruman, the inhabitants of earth can live in peace during their final years.” “I’m ready,” said Faw. He looked around the conference room of the unfoo headquarters. He couldn’t believe he was standing there – and yet he knew he’d probably never see it again. “Let’s do this,” Sonyk paused, “Let’s end Fooruman’s rein of terror. Let’s make him pay for what he’s done to this planet.” Spotty laughed. “Calm down, foo. We don’t even have our weapons yet.” “Oh, right,” Faw said, “I brought a crate of our most powerful powder-based projectile weapons. Follow me, please.” Fooruman laughed menacingly as he looked up at the sky. He was standing on top of the highest spire of his new castle, and he was very proud of the havoc he’d wreaked. “I guess I’ve finally won,” he thought. “I’m surprised it was so easy.” Fooruman looked down. In the darkness, he could scarcely see four shadows moving ever-closer to his castle. He wasn’t surprised at all – he figured there’d be some resistance. He began to summon the strength needed to cast a spell and instantly kill them all. However, he didn’t get a chance to finish – a rocket-propelled grenade shot straight towards him and decimated the spire he was standing on. He fell down inside the castle and coughed up some blood as he landed. “Oh,” he said, “so they want to play dirty?” The door exploded in front of him and through it came a very angry Unfooruman. “Fooruman,” Unfooruman screamed, “it’s go time!” Fooruman laughed. “You think you can defeat me here and now? I derive my power from the darkness! This is MY WORLD.” Fooruman raised his arms into the air. A huge wave of lightning erupted from his fingers, exploding on the ceiling. Fooruman then flung his arms in the direction of Unfooruman with all his might. A massive bolt of lightning struck Unfooruman in the face. Nothing remained of Unfooruman but a chunk of brains on the floor, smothered in a puddle of blood. Spotty, Sonyk, and Faw all ran through the door at the same time, firing everything they had at Fooruman. As much as they fired, the shots simply hit him and bounced off, landing on the cold, hard ground. Fooruman laughed. “I am not going to fight you. I wouldn’t want to deprive you all of your slow, painful deaths once the earth’s atmosphere disintegrates. I leave you now to your fates.” Fooruman then exploded and was gone. Faw threw his weapon on the ground and dropped to his knees. “Guys,” he said, “I think our troubles are just beginning.” |
Dec 5, 2005, 04:50 PM | |
Hey, you'd die too if you got blasted in the face by a bolt of supercharged lightning.
EDIT: A chapter of Foo Story 2 will probably be posted by the end of the week. I've already finished it, but I want to release it at some steady interval. Last edited by Black Ninja; Dec 5, 2005 at 04:57 PM. Reason: TYPO'D |
Dec 5, 2005, 04:59 PM | |
Wow. You know, killing off every main character isn't a great way to set up a sequel =/
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Dec 5, 2005, 06:05 PM | |
Heh, the idea of these stories is to set up for a quite different feel to the Foo universe - sort of like an alternate ending, except with the entire story. My new foo level series is going to take place shortly after Foo Story 2.
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Dec 6, 2005, 06:36 AM | |
Actually, this could use a prequel if anything. I found it quite strange on how the foo/unfoo war became so tense, and why has BN changed into a so bitter and evil character.
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Dec 6, 2005, 03:34 PM | |
There will probably be a prequel, actually. I'm also planning to release 2 "Foo Products timelines," one explaining the events from the perspective of this story, and one explaining the events how the movies/races show them.
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