Page claim.

Yay for fighter combat and a new chapter. ^^. The combat part of it definitely reminds me of Freespace, especially with the defending of the Grey Hammer. Awesome, awesome chapter.

I sorta lost it around the "infested human" bit, but I think that's just due to my amazing powers of ignorance.

*boink*

Did anyone else notice this, or does everybody just not feel like replying?

I saw it... I just don't particularly like stories where the characters talk to the author. I mean, if there's an an existing entity controlling their every move, why should they worry about anything other than what the author has planned for them? Plus, yes, why can't the author just write everything back to normal? It's called retcon, I think.
In addition... all the characters recently seem to have essentially the same personality, except for Radium, who gets a few sarcastic remarks which don't quite sound like Radium. It's kind of like having three people called Mick, Mack, and Mike. You don't like always refering to them as one group who does everything together, so you split them up into three main characters who are, for all intents and purposes, exactly the same.
...and, fine, but I don't like space battles much.

I was away ;-; Sorry, Acid. Nice battle, tho.

*directs CT's attention to her PMs*

*scuttles off again*

I ATE'NT DEAD.

A shimmering blue-tinted hole hung in midair in front of a bewildered rabbit. The black-and-green-furred creature slowly walked over and observed the hole’s properties. He stuck his hand through, and a moment’s investigation proved that his hand was not, in fact, existent on the other side of the hole. After pondering this fact for a second, the rabbit rushed into an adjacent room, grabbed a backpack and jumped through the hole.
Making sure he was still intact, the rabbit picked himself up and observed his surroundings. He appeared to be in a large white box, filled with hovering pieces of paper. A moment later, he realized that every piece of paper had a hole in it similar to the one he had just traveled through. Wait, one exception existed. The piece of paper in question looked as if someone had punched a hole through it, and then glued the pieces back together.
Returning to the paper he had emerged from, he had another revelation. Each piece of paper was accompanied with a small tag. Observing his, the rabbit noted that it read, “JazzWTstory3.doc.” Glancing around, he saw two papers right next to his that were labeled “JazzWTstory2.doc” and “JazzWTstory.doc,” which was the paper that had been shut. Deciding that he had no better place to start, he leaped through JazzWTstory2.
He was quite taken aback to find himself next to John’s Coffee Shop, a parlor he had often visited before. He walked inside. Sure enough, John, a peach-furred rabbit was inside, washing counters. He didn’t look right to the black and green rabbit, however. He looked sort of younger than he should be. John looked up, and smiled. “Hey, Flip! Nice haircut! The usual?”
Flip stared for a second, and then remembered himself. “Uh, yeah. Thanks.” He watched as John prepared the cup that used to be Flip’s favorite. Suddenly, realization dawned. John’s Coffee Shop didn’t exist anymore. It had been replaced by a Starbuck’s during one of the many business deals that came about from the contact with humans. He had somehow traveled back in time.
After quickly finishing his coffee, Flip ran back outside and, making sure nobody was watching, traveled back to the white box of papers.
Sitting back, he began to reflect on what was happening. He had found a system of portals to and from many different points in time. To test his theory, he leaped through another paper at random.
His first thought was, “Dang, that felt weird.” His second thought was, “What happened to my depth?”
He seemed to be floating inside an expanse of nothingness. He could see himself, but he seemed to be lacking a certain quality that most solids have.
He tried speaking. “Flip: What the hell?” As he spoke the words, the sound he was emitting converted itself into text in his brain. Flip, feeling deeply perplexed, walked back through the portal. Somehow, walked didn’t seem like the right word, reflected Flip. Something more along the lines of “floated” or “moved.”
He had been wrong. It wasn’t just a set of time traveling portals; it was a set of interdimensional portals. A grin began to spread across his face. Flip had always been a troublemaker, and playing with the fabric of many universes at once seemed like a dream to him.



Yep, I may get back into writing this. Hopefully this chapter is enough to respark your interest.

And, my apologies to Unknown. I'd have to agree with most of what you said, but it would be difficult to make those changes (Can't change your opinion, can't change entire storyline except for making a new story, difficult to change my writing style).

Originally Posted by acid

I ATE'NT DEAD.

Could'a fooled me.

In any case, good chapter. S'pose there's much fun and wreckage to be had once Flip gets a hold of a portal to fictional Earth, mm?

Heh. Sounds fun.

I ATE'NT DEAD.

Copying Granny Weatherwax.

A faint ringing filled the ears of all present. Jack Flash was the first to speak. “___!"This having been said, there was a long period of wait. Finally, Jack Flash spoke up again. “The ringing’s going away, am I still deaf?”
There was a small chorus of exclamations at the realization that sound had once again entered their world. The congregation then glanced at the reclined figure, which had emitted the sound, and now looked to the largest extent like something that would not make such a noise. It in fact looked like a middle-aged, brown haired human male. “Sounds like he’s had a bad day,” remarked Radium.
The man awakened. It looked around, and promptly lay down again, muttering, “I’m just dreaming, I’m just dreaming, I’m just dreaming…”
“Quite the contrary,” said the Zavochian King, jovially. The man groaned.
In the meantime, Ducky and Coppertop had gone off to see the author about what was to be done.
In the hour that the two rabbits would be gone, many introductions were made, and serious discussion was made to the point of the conflict. The group decided to be blunt with what was happening, and this proved to be helpful in ascertaining the problem.
“Well, we haven’t noticed anything missing. It seems to be the same universe we’ve been in for as long as we can remember,” the general supplied. “I’ll send a couple of messages to check if our other bases are in existence, if that would help.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary. I thought something was strange when I passed though the center of Zavochia according to all of my galactic maps.”
“Ah. That settles it, then.”
“Do you know if anything else from your story crossed over to here?” asked Acid.
“We can never be sure, but if I had to make a decision, I’d say no. Haven’t seen anything recognizable for the longest time before this guy here.”
“Jason. I’ve told you that 3 times now.”
Ducky and Coppertop walked into the conference room. “It’s the Zavo-“
“We know,” chanted the room’s occupants.
“How?”
“We’ve only been discussing it for about half an hour.”
“Ah. Well then, shall we send them on their way? The author says that the people we met were the only crossovers, and that he’ll fix the fourth wall as soon as we’re out.”
“Agreed.”
The process was simple this time, owing to diplomacy. In the customary blue flash, Jason and the Zavochians returned to their own universe. It was then the band of rabbits’ turn to leave, and a second blue flash marked their departure.
The general stood blankly for a few moments, and then walked away to give his next briefing.
There was a repair wand hanging in its usual spot on the wall as he passed. The general passed it without comment, as it was entirely routine. The footsteps faded into the distance. Then, there was a faint sucking noise, and the wand disappeared from existence.

“So, where to next?” asked Jack Flash.
“Well, I’ve actually been doing some cleanup work of my own, so a lot of the smaller stories are fixed and walled already. However, there are still a few left. Remember that tank I told you about?”
“One button, we die?”
“That’s the one. Well, the bad news is it’s time to fight it. The good news is that it moved into a story where it will be mostly harmless.”
“How so? It doesn’t sound like much of anything could make that thing harmless,” said Radium.
“It moved into a story I was writing about a sort of online game. In this place, it’ll only be destroying an electronic representation of you, instead of you yourself.”
“Sounds good,” said Acid.
“Wait,” said Coppertop. “How will we transport it back to its own story-“
“Game.”
“Game, whatever. I mean, if we’re playing some sort of online game, how do we use the dimension hopper on the tank?”
“Um.”
“Just say ‘ASL question mark, question mark, forward slash, semicolon, paren,’ We’ll be provided with exact coordinates,” offered Radium.
“Har har.”
“Actually, that’s better than anything I can think of,” said the author.
The stress of the past day or so finally overflowed. “I don’t believe you,” said Jack coldly. “You’re supposedly the one in charge here, so cut the drama and tell us how we get out of this before I add an orifice to your head.”
The author visibly gulped. “Right. The online game is actually sort of virtual reality. The dimension hopper will work from there, since it will hit their avatar and transfer it back to their physical self.” He received 5 blank stares. “Really! It’s science fiction, who cares if it’s possible?”
The rabbits, convinced but still skeptical, departed for their newest adventure.



Not much, I know, but hopefully what this chapter makes up for what it lacks in quantity with quality. I like how it turned out. Anyways, expect longer chapters soon, summer's coming up for me.

OMGosh Acid is alive!