The Cutopian Writers' Guild

[Hallan Parva]

Since some of you didn't like the last story I put up here, I decided to take a different approach this time around.
Also Freeman doesn't know how to make Plus act so I'm fleshing her out a bit.
Also also late-night nonsense writing hour is hilarious.

Hit or Miss

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"Ahh! I can't last much longer, Smash... !!"

In the dark of night, when many of Brindell's citizens were busy concerning themselves with a good night's sleep...

"Don't worry! I'm almost finished!"

A robot and her creator were busy strengthening their bodies and their minds.

"Hey, not there... !! AHH!"

Smash delivered a sharp cut to the circular barrier surrounding Plus. His left arm extended outward, his hand stiff as a board, using the karate chop like a jabbing lance strike. The barrier flashed, then started to crack around the damaged area.

Smash raised an eyebrow. "What the..."

Soon, the entire barrier was covered in cracks. Plus was absolutely terrified. She was clutching her abdomen, her knees bent slightly inward. Her whole body was shaking. Steam was slowly coming from her joints. Her eyes blinked like lights as she looked around at the damaged barrier surrounding her frame.

Plus looked in Smash's direction. "Come on... cut it out, Smash..."

"Don't worry about it," Smash reassured her. "That's probably a new feature. Just a visual cue that the barrier's only got one hit point left."

Smash snapped his gloves.

He raised his right arm into the air. Suddenly, an aura began to surround his arm. The aura grew bigger, forming the shape of a mighty fist. Bits of metal materialized out of nowhere, attaching themselves to Smash's arm. After a few seconds, his arm was surrounded by a large metal gauntlet.

Smash jumped back a fair distance, pulling his arm behind him. Energy began to swirl around the iron knuckles.

"BIONIIIIC..."

"SMASH! NO!!"

"AAAAARRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!"

Smash threw his fist forward and began rocketing towards Plus, his arm covered in cold steel and pure power.





The barrier broke apart.

Plus covered her face with her hands, screaming. She pulled at her face, dragging her hands downward.

Smash gasped. His eyes widened.




A deafening rumble. The underground training room shook from the gauntlet's impact.

The dust cleared.

Plus opened her eyes.

... She was okay.

Smash was kneeling next to her, his chest against her chassis. Plus turned to her left. She saw the gauntlet, and the large dent it made in the ground. The entire arm was crackling with electricity, presumably from the attack's recoil.

Smash coughed. He lifted his head. "Cut it a little close, didn't I? Heh heh..."

Plus' knees collapsed. She fell to the floor, holding on to Smash's waist. "Don't you dare do anything stupid like that again! I thought I was in the scrap heap for sure!" She buried her face. "You know I hate being rebuilt..."

Steam came rolling out of Smash's gauntlet. The metal arm fell apart into several pieces, leaving his hand covered only by a dark crimson glove. Smash tried to get up from the kneel, but awkwardly stumbled and fell over Plus. He started to stand, but soon changed his mind. He wrapped his arms around the robot, giving her a much-needed hug.

"A minor miscalculation. ... ... I'm sorry for not listening to you."

The two got up, and dusted each other off. The robot's eyes lit up with relief. Smash pulled her close and kissed her on the cheek.

Plus scoffed. She turned away from him, poorly hiding the fact she was blushing. "Ugh... are we done testing shield parts tonight?"

"Yeah," Smash said, scratching his neck. "Hey, that wasn't so bad, was it? Maybe tomorrow we could try out some lightning spells--"

Plus shoved Smash to the ground before turning around and walking off.

"H-hey, wait!" Smash got up, running after her. "I was just kidding!"

[Galactan]

I dunno, I like these guys.
The Federation steals an airship

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"Alright, you guys know the plan, right?" came Keera's voice over the communicator.

"Yeah, yeah," responded Yanu, "approach ship owner, ask for ship, offer me as trade, kill him, steal ship."

"Good," replied Keera, a hint of agitation in her voice, "I was beginning to think that you bloodthirsty morons weren't listening during briefing.  Now carry out the plan."

"Watch your place, young lady," said Brutalus, "I'm the commander here."

"Whatever.  Just move."  With that, the line was cut off.  Totch tucked the communicator into his pocket.

The five members of The Federation of Fear moved in unison, leaving the alleyway they had met in and approaching the local airship yard.  They were currently stranded in some forsaken town in the middle of nowhere after fleeing the scene of a bank robbery.  They couldn't use the roads, as surveillance vehicles were currently on the lookout for them 24/7.  So instead they turned to the sky.  The problem there was that they had no money to spare, as all of the money stolen had gone directly to funding plans.  So Keera had hatched a plan for them to steal an airship from a local.

Said local could now be seen running around the field, examining various ships, all of which he owned (for although he lived in such a small town, he was quite rich.)  The five figures silently approached him from behind, before Totch reached out and tapped him on the shoulder.  The man turned around and was greeted by the sight of the five men, all of their faces concealed.  He immediately shrieked and fell over, before clambering away.

"Relax!" exclaimed Totch, "We only want to talk to you about buying one of these fine vessels.  Just ignore our appearances so we can talk."

The man got up and eyed the group suspiciously, before slowly approaching them.  "You lot look like the type who don't have a penny to their names..." he said.

"S'true," responded Totch, "we have no money.  But we do have this..." he walked around behind Yanu and sharply grabbed his shoulders.  Yanu looked around, feigning bewilderment.  "Our companion here has killed quite a few people in his travels, and he'd probably fetch a good price with the authorities."

The airship owner was at first shocked, but as he thought, he saw how ludicrous the proposal could be.  Smiling, he nodded.  "I'll trade you that airship for him." he said, pointing at an airship a little ways away.

"Excellent." responded Totch, "I'm glad we could work out a deal."

But before they could go any further, Vozeki spoke up.  "Now... hee... wait just a minute."  he said, giggling, "Do you REALLY think that the government will believe that you captured this guy without a fight?  Let me hit you a couple of times, that should make it convincing."

The man shrugged.  The little guy was right, he'd need to make it look real if he didn't want to be turned away as a fraud.  So he turned towards Vozeki and closed his eyes, readying himself for the punches.  Sidlek took the opportunity to sneak away and on to the airship that had been pointed out.

Vozeki began to wind up, but right before the punch was thrown, something heavy and metal placed itself on the local man's head.  "Wh-" was all he could get out before Brutalus crushed his skull, sending a wave of blood and brain matter to the ground.

That part being complete, Totch released his grip on Yanu, and they both chuckled before turning to Brutalus, who began to walk towards the airship that had been pointed out earlier.  As they approached, the noticed that all of the windows on the ship had been opened.  Suddenly, a dozen or so crew members leapt out of the windows, though most of them were unconscious even before they hit the ground.

The group of four ascended the boarding ladder and found Sidlek awaiting them on the deck.  "It was the weirdest thing..." he said, faking confusion, "The entire crew suddenly all resigned at once!  They were so eager to quit that they didn't even bother taking the ladder.  Except, of course, for the pilot."  Sure enough, there was an unconscious pilot in one corner of the deck.  "Now then, if you would kindly take your seats and prepare for departure, we should be headed back to HQ shortly."

[Magnet Dood]

Walter Winderly has spent quite a bit of time back at the dilapidated airship.

Being Off-Screen[/size]

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"...And so, that's when I Hurricane-Thrusted upward, slicing through the beast's throat and emerging victorous! Truly one of my most outrageous fights... save for one- that time..."

Cutting through the vast, bleak silence of lonely Sardonia Desert was a winding tale of heroics and adventure, uttered by a stalwart fighter and impeccable gentleman. Night had befallen the dusty dunes, turning this harshly hot sandbox into a surprisingly cool one. The drop in temperature was so apparent, a fire had been started. It was housed inside an empty shell of a once-magnificent flying machine. Huddled around it were six sitting figures. All seemed to be in jovial spirits, despite their current situation.

Five of them were dressed in the standard pilot uniform of Thatguy's elite flying corps, albeit much more dusty than usual. There was one dressed differently. Adorned with normal boots, gloves, and cap, he also bore lightweight armor and a very full mustache. His name was Wingman Walter Winderly, world-famous adventurer and extraordinary pilot, according to himself. He had been one of those hired to escort Thatguy to his ill-fated mission in Pyronia.

So far, the aftermath wasn't pretty.

Still, he was able to find solace after sharing a fire and companionship with fellow pilots.

"I must say, chaps, I do envy your brilliant crash-landing skills. No fatalities! Last time I crash-landed two people died. I am quite jealous indeed." The pilots laughed him off.

"Say, Walter, aren't you supposed to be assisting your friends?" one of them asked.

"Hm? Oh, yes, the others. I offered to stay here while they perused for our missing companions. After all, all but one of you was unconscious at the time." He paused for a moment. "I'm sure whatever they find can be easily handled by them- what will they find in this barren place, anyway?A giant worm?"

Laughter echoed through the night.

"Ah, yes, yes, quite. All this crash-landing has me quite drained as well. The rest is very much appreciated. As is the company."

The small party nodded in agreement as storytelling began anew. The sounds of heroics and adventure echoed through the night as the wind swept onward through Sardonia Desert.

[Hilman170499]

Hello there writers and readers in Cutstuff. "Tall, dark and wacky" here again. So a long time ago, I said that I was gonna do more art, so wanna know what's worse than Artist Hil? AUTHOR HIL! That's right guys, I'll be writing stories because if you read the Character Catalog, I have loads of characters who are simply picking up dust on the shelves, so I took action. Without further ado, here are 3 Cutopian series to start you off. Expect more of these series later on.

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Phenixio's Torch

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Phenixio's Torch is a series taking place in Cutopia. It revolves around the superhero Phenixio the Human Blazehawk, who fights crime and evil for the well-being of all. Equipped with a magical trinket and powers inspired by firebird, he is ready to save the day, whether it is to incinerate an evil spirit, dish out burning hot justice or even solve every-day problems!

Phenixio's Torch Chapter 1 - Phenixio the Kingfisher

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It was a normall day in Cutopia until a group of aquatic monsters were seen in the horizon. The beings were humanoid, but had fins and extra limbs like that of octopi. The citizens in the big city saw the monsters heading torwars them. The leader of the aquatic monsters, donning an elaborately decorated armour, excalimed. "TODAY, IS THE DAY, WE EXPAND OUR LAND!", It exclaimed, "WE THINK THIS IS PART OF TREACHEROUS EMPIRE DESTROYING OUR OWN. WE WILL CRUSH THEM, PROVE THE WORLD OUR KIND IS SUPERIOR!" Then, the entire group of aquatic monsters spoke up, "FOR THE SEA LORD!" This caused panic among the innocent civilians. Some ran while screaming, some hid in their homes, others braced themselves. The aquatic monsters were attacking in all directions with their weapons and explosive blasts of water. A man in military outfit who was standing on a large building witnessed the chaos and spoke up on his walkie-talkie unit. "Mayday! Mayday! The city is under attack! Send in defense forces. I REPEAT! THE CITY IS UNDER ATTACK!"

Minutes later, an army of soldiers arrived with various firearms. The commander gave them orders: "They're launching an all out attack. MEN, OPEN FIRE!" The heavily-trained soldiers took their aim and immidiately shot the unknown beings of the sea. However, the monsters were barely scratched, as if they were bulletproof. They sensed the shots and turned their focus on the defense army, and a battle ensued. Both armies aimlessly shot one another as the aquatic monsters advance, and in the end, the defense commander was injured by a stary water shot. One soldier said "MAN DOWN! COMRADES, PROTECT THE INJURED! PREVENT CASUALTIES" However, as the soldiers attempted to guard the commander, they too were shot down one by one.

Meanwhile, in the skies above, a humanoid with large orange eagle wings was soaring in the skies above. He saw all the chaos from above. "Oh would you look at that. Looks like I have charcoal to make..." He thought to himself. "DESTROY THIS!" The character engulfed his hands with fireballs and clapped them together, causing a loud, flaring explosion. Down below, the army of the sea heard the sound and turned around just to see a giant flare in the sky. When the flare cleared up, it revealed what looks like a winged humanoid, who then threw a fireball just about his size to the ground before turning to ashes. The monsters were confused by the occurrence and lost all attention. Just before the fireball nearly hit the ground, it changed directions, and went for the distracted aquatic monsters, easily knocking them over like bowling pins. The fireball went to a pause and cleared up, revealing the same man that turned to ashes moments ago, this time in better detail. He was wearing leather armour and had a heavy eagle motif. An eyewitness of the event stood up as he realised who the figure was. "Oh hey, it's the legendary Human Blazehawk! WE'RE SAVED!" The other civilians went out and cheered the winged man on, giving him support all the way.

"I can see that you guys are in trouble. Have a feeling that these sea vermins are causing it. If that's the way, FOR THE GREATER GOOD! HYAAAH!" The Human Blazehawk, Phenixio, struck the ground with one fist, hoisting a few aquatic soldiers into the air with orbs of wind. Phenixio's wings opened up and lit on fire as he took flight and knocked out the hoisted monsters with literal flying kicks. One by one, Phenixio continued strongly, taking out the monsters. However, the Blazehawk's streak was broken when a group of the aquatic soldiers blasted him with water shots, extinguishing his wings and blowing him out of flight. The leader of the aquatic monsters spoke again, "WE ARE NOT VERMINS. WE SERVE THE SEA LORD. WE DESTROY BIRD MAN!" The rest of the conscious aquatic monsters circled Phenixio, and were ready to finish him off by pelting him with more water shots. However, the citizens still had hope for the Blazehawk although he was as good as charcoal himself. Phenixio stood up, quickly healing the wounds he suffered during the fight. The aquatic soldiers fired the water shots, but Phenixio quickly reacted and clapped his hands again, creating a huge tornado that absorbed and hoisted all the projectiles before disappearing. Then, he shot more fireballs into the sky, destroying the water shots. With enough strength regained, Phenixio took fight once more, dodging more water shots, even using balls of wind and fire to destroy some of them. With speed, skill and accuracy, the Blazehawk was able to get close enough to the monsters and knock them out.

With the rest of the aquatic army defeated, it was down to Phenixio and the leader of the monsters. The creature took matter into its own hands and charged into battle with its two tridents. The two warriors duelled fiercely, Phenixio's strikes being fended off by the monster's tridents. Using special arts, it was able to cover its tridents in water, giving it a slight advantage. This caused Phenixio to flinch, allowing the monster to knock him out with another water shot. However, the Blazehawk did not give up. He amped up his morale and finally managed to break the two tridents. Then, he took a step back to breathe.

The aquatic monster, clearly frustrated by Phenixio's inability to give up, clenched its hands and charged up a final attack. The Blazehawk just stood, spreading his wings and preparing for the blow. Soon enough, the monster shot a giant water laser! Phenixio reacted with a powerful flame, attempting to overpower the water shot. However, the aquatic monster put its all into its attack, seemingly proving too much. "HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA..." The Blazehawk reacted by strengthening his own attack, causing the flame to glow white. The resulting force caused a great explosion!

As the smoke cleared up, both fighters were exhausted. However, Phenixio recovered first and charged torwards the aquatic monster. When he got very close, Phenixio looked like he was about to decapitate the creature with his wings, but instead, he blew a small spark, lighting it on fire. The monster screamed in pain as it ran off into the distance. "RETREAT!!!", it exclaimed. The Blazehawk commented, "Looks like those sea vermins will no longer be a threat here..." The citizens cheered on for the hero as he gave his final speech. "No need to thank me fine citizens. If you need help, I'll be around to serve the greater good, but for now, PHENIXIO, AWAY!" With that said, Phenixio the Human Blazehawk blasted off into the skies in a ball of fire, once again flying above the lands to watch over it for new threats.

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The Cold Life

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The series is about young Fendrel Antartus, who was from an era similar to medieval times and survived to see the modern day after being frozen. He is a master white mage, and learned ice magic on his own after thawing out. However, modern life is just too much for the child, and he is spending day after day to live through it.

The Cold Life Chapter 1 - Escaping Capture

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A quiet and busy day in Agorix. Sunlight hit the scenery, and shadows casted over the land. A young boy, Antartus, was just minding his own business. The bright sunlight reflected on his gold hair and silver robe. He was holding his valued staff in his right hand and a flower in his left. As he strolled on the empty streets, he spoke to his staff, "This town be the only civilization that I finde for milen. But alas, the residents seemeth unfriendly."

Meanwhile, in some hidden hideout, a gang of thugs were discussing some plans. Their leader, who seemed to be the strongest of the bunch, announced, "Good job rounding up the children, boys! This 'ransom' plan will be foolproof. Soon enough, we're gonna be rich, and we can finally get out of hiding since the cops won't attack a rich guy!" "You're so smart boss! But what if the kids' moms and dads won't pay up?" One of the lesser thugs commented. The leader clarified, "Then we'll just do something to them for a quick buck." He then pointed at another thug and gave him orders, "YOU THERE! We need more money, so you go to town and find more people to hold 'ransom'. Most importantly, if you want any of the money, DON'T GET BUSTED!" That said, the thug hastily hustled off to the streets in search for ransom victims.

The thug hid in a dark corner and looked at the windows of the buildings. Turns out everyone was too preoccupied to look out the window... This created an opportunity for the big guy to wander in the streets for anyone. Eventually, he found a target... Young Antartus... The thug thought to himself, "Hey, is that a kid? He looks so shiny, so if we hold him for 'ransom', boss is gonna be so proud of me and we will be millionares!" He closed in on Antartus and asked in a fake nice tone, "Hello there. What are you doing on the streets alone? You could get hurt, but I know a place you can be safe and stuff." Antartus responded kindly, but in a very intimidated manner, "I thanke thee for thy offer, but I do not truste my safety to thee." He backed off a few steps, hoping for no harm. However, the thug then thought to himself, "I've got no idea what this kid is saying, but I think he knows I'm trying to hold him for this 'ransom' thing..." When the thug returned his focus, he found out that Antartus immidiately fled the scene.

The thug uttered to himself, "This means I will do it the old-fashioned way..." He pursued Antartus, shouting, "HEY, GET BACK HERE!" Hearing the thug's footsteps, young Antartus ran faster, but failed to escape as he suddenly tripped down. The man finally caught up to him, grabbed both of his hands, and held them behind his back. The thug angrily said, "You're coming with me, so be a good boy and HOLD STILL!" Young Antartus was totally terrified but was struggling, and got into a state of focus. Then, his hands started producing a cyan aura, making his hands colder. He was let go because his hands were too cold for the muscled criminal. Immidiately after, Antartus picked up his flower and staff, then continued running. However, the thug recovered very quickly and went after him.

Antartus eventually got tired from all the running and stood in one spot. However, the thug was still on the chase. This forced Antartus to use his abilities. He quickly conjured up fragile walls of ice to stall the thug. The thug punched the ice walls with his powerful fists, but lost stamina in the process, tiring him out by the time he reached Antartus. However, he did not give up and tried to grab Antartus. Antartus reacted by casting several ice spells to slow down the man. The thug broke through the ice and continued his pursuit. However, he flinched when he saw Antartus' hands glow cyan as he stood in a pose, as he was casting a spell. Antartus then uttered, "I apologize to thee, but I was forced to..." Right after, a large cyan beam struck the thug, encasing him in durable ice, except for his face. This gave Antartus enough time to flee safely. The thug angrily shouted, "HEY! I WILL GET YOU NEXT TIME, AND IF I DO, I PROMISE THAT YOU WILL BE WORTH A MILLION DOLLARS!" Later the same evening, he finally thawed out safely, but active police cars went torwards his location, leaving him at the mercy of the cops.

As the sun was starting to set, Antartus ran off into an alley, safe from other threats. In a state of fear and loss of words, he simply hid in a dark corner and sat down in a compact position, but not before casting a healing spell on himself. Then, he created a shelter of ice around himself to keep himself hidden from the outside world for the night. One could only wonder how things will go for the young mage in the future.

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Rise of the Wyvern

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The hero of the story is Lance Wyvern! He is a young resident from the settlement of Granito Suleo. He is off on a journey to become a big hero, defeating bad guys and serving for the greater good. However, every hero has his challenges and this time, it is Lance's turn to overcome them.

Rise of the Wyvern Chapter 1 - Travel Day

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It was a normal morning in the Settlement of Grey Stones, Granito Suleo. The rising sun can be seen in the horizon, cool winds filled the skies, the residents were waking up. The nicely-arranged structures beautifully cast shadows over the scenery.

In one of the two-storey houses, a bedroom was nicely decorated with shelves of magical items and dragon motifs on the walls. On the bed a teenage boy slept soundly. Realising the start of a new day, he woke up and got off the bed, then freshened up. After that, he excitedly jumped on the handrail of the stairs and slid downstairs. The boy hopped off the rails and went for the dining table. He spoke up, "Good morning, mom." An adult female voice responded. "Oh, good morning, Lance. Just in time too. Breakfast is ready." The woman walked out of the kitchen, holding a plate of toast, which she placed down on the table. Lance thanked her, then had breakfast. His mother asked, "So Lance, are you ready for your travel day?" "Ever since I did good enough in training!", the boy answered. Right after finishing breakfast, Lance opened a chest in the living room, revealing what seemed to be a red-and-white costume. Subsequently, he went upstairs and put it on. Then, he went back downstairs while tightening his dragon-shaped helmet, and then picked up a basket of food with his name written on it. As he left through the front door, his mother told him, "Good luck, Lance. Remember to always be brave and try not to injure yourself." Lance responded, "Sure thing, mom. Thanks for the advice. Goodbye." He waved his hand as he went for the streets of Granito Suleo.

As he walked along the cobblestone paths, Lance greeted the residents. At one point, he took a quick stop at the farm. He went by the well and turned the crank, revealing a pail of water. Lance took the pail of water and gave it to the farmer. The farmer thanked the young man and waved goodbye as he continued his travels. Lance kept walking along until he saw a small house with a relatively wide field in front. He put down his basket and lightly knocked on the ornate wooden door. The door soon opened slowly, and a tall, but apparently old man responded. The man had greyish-brown hair and looked like a mage in colourful clothing. His large pointed hat had a dragon head mounted on the brim, which resembled Lance's helmet motif. The man answered, "Good morning Lance. What brings you here today?" "Good morning Master Hunter. I'm here to visit you before going on an adventure." Lance responded. Hunter kindly let Lance into the building. Inside, there were many unidentified apparatuses and large books. The two sat down in a room, at opposite sides of a table.

Lance and Hunter had a quick conversation and some tea. "So you're leaving town to travel to other places?" Hunter asked. Lance responded, "Yes, Master Hunter. I plan to become a hero and keep the would peaceful, like right here in Granito Suleo." Hunter, listening to Lance's every word, recalled a past memory. "Ah yes... Lance Wyvern, you remind me of myself back when I was in combat. I went to places far and wide, defeating hostile invaders and keeping peace. However, I am now no longer capable of combat. Therefore, I settled in this beautiful town to spend the rest of my life in serenity. I also trained many young mages, including you, as spreading my knowledge would be benificial." They both stood up as Hunter told Lance, "However, before you go, I must tell you something..." "Over the years of training you, I have taken notice of your fighting style. I must admit that it is quite radical." Upon hearing that, Lance immidiately lost his confidence and asked, "Does that mean I'm in big trouble?!" Hunter just smiled and responded, "On the contrary, Lance. In fact, I am quite impressed by your knowledge and passion for magic as well as your ability to apply it with different methods. Come with me."

Lance and Hunter left the house, and Hunter showed Lance an anvil and a spear rested against a nearby fence. The spear was well-done, its steel head had a slight dragon motif, was sharp to the point, and firmly locked on its tough wooden body. The older mage said, "After observing your style, I spent weeks perfecting this weapon. It was tough, and my arms were aching from the pressure, but I completed it just for you, my dear student. Anyway, this spear was made to complement your style. The steel and wood used are light, and easy to hold. I also enchanted it to allow you to channel magic more easily, increasing the efficiency of casting spells. Now that you are going for adventure, it is yours from now on. It is a dangerous world out there, and you will never know when you need this..." Lance smiled confidently and picked up his new weapon. "Thanks Master Hunter! This means a lot to me. I won't be here if I never met you, my mentor, and great hero. I promise to never let you down." He then retrieved his basket and walked off while waving goodbye. Hunter gave Lance his regards, "Good luck Lance. I hope you gain experience as you become the next great hero."

Lance finally started his journey when he stepped out of town limits, indicated by an arch. As he walked on the grey highland surface outside of town, he admired the new scenery. He stood near the edge of a cliff as he saw the sky stretched out far and wide. He then looked down, and found the civilized spots of the lower lands. Lance thought to himself, "Wow. Those must be places I never seen before. I never knew Granito Suleo was THIS high-up. THIS IS AWESOME!" His voice echoed in the small area, and he cheerfully hiked down the highlands, leaping over rocks.

After a good hike down the highland, Lance travelled into a forest as a pathway to another town. However, from a great distance, he heard a roar. "Must be nothing..." Lance ignored the sound, but unknowingly, an unknown figure was going in his direction. As the figure went close before his very eyes, Lance flinched, and... "AAH!" When the figure got very close, he fell back and was shocked as he realised what it was, a bear! The creature, seeing the boy as a threat, started clawing him relentlessly. Lance, apparently having lost all hope, just suffered the pain of impact as the bear kept clawing away at his chestplate. However, he recalled Hunter's words, "you will never know when you need this..." He then reached for his new spear and fended off the bear, allowing him to recover. However, the bear did not give up, and continued its attack, but Lance used his spear to fence its attacks away. After a few strikes, the bear was caught off-guard and Lance managed to wound it a little. Even then, the bear recovered quickly and tackled Lance, knocking him down. As he recieved more clawing, he thought to himself, "I hope this works..." He focused energy into his right hand, and soon he started glowing a bright pink! The pink energy was released in a small wave at the bear, freeing Lance from its grasp. The energy then took form of a dragon with 2 wings and 2 legs, which started wrestling the bear. During the fight, Lance, while smiling and looking at the pink energy dragon, thought to himself again, "I think this is one of Master Hunter's known spells. This means I can be as strong as him..." He then put his spear in a battering ram position while conjuring a green dragon head in front of himself. "TAKE THIS! HYAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" Lance charged at the bear with full force, knocking it down with wind magic and causing the green dragon head to disappear. The bear, having gotten more wounds, ran off, no longer bothering Lance.

As the pink dragon faded away, Lance panted heavily, then thought again, "I think this means Master Hunter is right. Everything that he's been teaching me has its uses. But who knows how much power I have, to be a hero, to maintain the greater good?" With those questions in mind, Lance continued travelling in the forest and realised, "Whew. I think the bear made me tired from the fighting. I think I'll make one of those 'camp' things right here." Later at night, on a small plot of land, he put down a branch and lit it on fire with a spell, creating a makeshift campfire. While warming himself by the fire, Lance opened his basket and had some sandwiches. After that, he stretched and yawned, then created a small tent out of earth around himself and the fire. After taking out the fire, Lance removed his helmet and put it next to his basket as he laid down, ready to sleep. "I wonder if all adventures will be like this... When will I become a hero, to see the smiles of everyone every day, to help maintain the peace...?" Lance thought to himself one last time, and went right to sleep.

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i wrote these lyrics for a song
they're pretty bad
i can post them anyway right
right.

it was originally written in spanish so it's a little bit worse in english, but if you wanna criticize anything then go ahead, if you care, i guess.

for now it's just named M.O.

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Once again, there you are, immersed in what you're doing, as if you were in some sort of trance
I hate seeing  you like this all the time, I want to be with you at your side

And then we'd go happy about everything, but the best thing is that you're here
I didn't like seeing you at all like that, or maybe I didn't like seeing you at all

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And once again I see you far away, that smell of antibiotics and dry tears
you're unreachable and i know that better than everyone, maybe i don't want to see you at all
Mystery in an unconscious mind with its shared dreams, i can't help you, so it's better for me to not see you ever again
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And then I came back to the same, with your presence in my mind
I only want to be free, go far away from here, maybe to Kobaïa, maybe to Malaria

And there I'll be alone, watching from afar how you find happiness
and if you fail or if it was just a charade, then maybe i should just see you again

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[Hallan Parva]

okay so for you losers who don't know / remember about it
IT'S TECHNICALLY NOVEMBER 1ST WHERE I AM SO NANOWRIMO TIME


for the purposes of this story, I am requesting a collection of your OCs
only one OC per person please -- also I might ask you myself so don't flip out


please and thank you

[Rozark]

Because everyone has Slumped and/or knows about "The Adventures of Dr. Clyde von Belmont" (sarcasm)
Now that I've rediscovered this thread (oops) I suppose I can start putting more CS product information down, this time with more safety. (RIP original thread I was dumb and didn't save most of you)

Here's a revised/slight edit of what's in my pack. I'll get around to writing more sometime.

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THE ADVENTURES OF DR. CLYDE VON BELMONT

<Part 1A: A Father Figure>
(----Alice von Belmont's Suite----)
Alice: Daddy, can you tell me that story one more time? You know, the one about Paradise Island. It's my favorite.
Clyde: I'm sorry sweetie, but I need to get back to the lab. We're close to another breakthrough on a product for the Rock Hard Abs Faction. You should know how demanding they are; you have a cousin in training over there.
-He proceeds to pull the covers up to her shoulder, giving her a good night kiss on the forehead-
Alice: Can't you stay for just a little while longer? Pleaseeeee?
Clyde: Now Alice, it's already an hour past your bedtime..
Alice: Pleaseeeeee?
-Clyde walks towards the entryway to the room-
Clyde: I'm sorry Alice, just..
-A brief pause, he gets an idea-
Clyde: Do you want me to send Isaac up here to-
-A researcher interrupts him from outside the door-
Researcher A: Oh there you are! Mr. Belmont, we need you on the floor now; the testing on product CSA43 is about to begin.
Clyde: Yes yes, give me a moment. Go head down to the lab; I'll be there in a moment.
Researcher A: Certainly.
-The researcher returns to the lab-
Clyde: Now, as I was saying, did you want me to send Isaac?
-A mild appearance of disappointment crosses her face-
Alice: I.. guess..
Clyde: Alright. Well, good night Alice. Sleep well.
Alice: Night dad..
-He exits the room and slowly closes the door, leaving it open a slight crack-

<Part 1B: The Resonating Abs>
(----Capital Science Testing Floor----)
Researcher B: Ah yes! There he is!
-Clyde enters and slowly makes his way towards the researchers, examining a freshly made Chainsaw Rifle behind glass-
Clyde: Well now, where is it?
Researcher C: It's right over here, but before you get any closer I recommend that you remove your coat.
Researcher B: We've prepared the Silver Abs and we need you to try them on.
-Clyde removes his jacket and puts them on-
Clyde: What are these supposed to be protecting me from again?
Researcher C: Vampires and Werewolves. Simply seeing it will make them think twice about attacking you.
-Tapping the Abs a few times-
Clyde: Do we even have werewolves and vampires?
Researcher C: We could, we just haven't invented them yet.
Clyde: So we're inventing protection against something that doesn't even exist yet?
Researcher C: Precisely. That way if when we do invent them they decide to attack us, we'll be prepared.
Researcher B: It was your idea after all.
Clyde: Well, at the very least its sturdy. I don't see why I wouldn't want to wear this.
Researcher B: I'd say this was a success then. Now, if you'll be so kind to step over here for a brief moment for the testing.
Clyde: How are we supposed to test this if the creatures it protects against don't exist?
Researcher C: We prepared for that. In a few moments you're going to be attacked by a werewolf simulation.
Clyde: A werewolf simulation?
Researcher C: Yes, we figured it would be the safer route.
Clyde: So how much damage is this thing going to do to me then? This only covers my abs, any smart being knows not to aim there these days because its always covered.
Researcher B: Hopefully none, this is just a simulation. It can't do any real major damage.
Clyde: Then what's the point of it if it isn't going to do any real harm? Why not just invent the actual werewolf then?
Researcher B: You never authorized research on werewolves.
Clyde: Authorized? Since when has that ever stopped you?
-Points over to the Pentus-
Clyde: I loved that Penguin. Look what you did. Screw you; you test this.
-He tosses over the Silver Abs-
Clyde: Put them on, it's just a simulation after all. I'll check on you guys in a few moments, I have something to do quick.

[Hallan Parva]

this was on the NaNoWriMo website and I thought it was funny

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I hereby pledge my intent to write a 50,000-word novel in one month’s time.

By invoking an absurd, month-long deadline on such an enormous undertaking, I understand that notions of “craft,” “brilliance,” and “competency” are to be chucked right out the window, where they will remain, ignored, until they are retrieved for the editing process. I understand that I am a talented person, capable of heroic acts of creativity, and I will give myself enough time over the course of the next month to allow my innate gifts to come to the surface, unmolested by self-doubt, self-criticism, and other acts of self-bullying.

During the month ahead, I realize I will produce clunky dialogue, clichéd characters, and deeply flawed plots. I agree that all of these things will be left in my rough draft, to be corrected and/or excised at a later point. I understand my right to withhold my manuscript from all readers until I deem it completed. I also acknowledge my right as author to substantially inflate both the quality of the rough draft and the rigors of the writing process should such inflation prove useful in garnering me respect and attention, or freedom from participation in onerous household chores.

[Rozark]

I'm back with more late night note rambling.
I predict color coding will one day screw me over.

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THE ADVENTURES OF DR. CLYDE VON BELMONT

<Part 2A: Old Memories>
(----Alice von Belmont's Suite----)
-A light knocking on the door-
Isaac: Alice? Are you still awake?
Alice: Sort of..
Isaac: Hm?
Alice: Hey Isaac, can I ask you a question?
Isaac: Certainly dear, go ahead and ask me anything.
-Isaac opens the door/enters the room-
-Alice sits upright-
Alice: What did you do when you were my age?
Isaac: What?
Alice: You know, hobbies and stuff. Things you did. What did you do?
Isaac: Well..
-He takes a brief pause and takes a seat-
Issac: Back when I was a wee lad I was quite the adventurer. I traveled all over the world and had adventures with my best friend.
Alice: Dad?
Isaac: Yes, your father. He was quite the go-getter; always leading the way and taking the most dangerous route possible. From the awe of Temporal Tower to the secluded Primeval Ruins, we were all over the map. I remember the times he used to complain about things not being invented yet and how useful they would be whenever we got caught in a tight situation. I suppose that contributed quite a bit of motivation to the start of this company.
-Alice's interested look quickly fades away-
Alice: Oh..
Isaac: Is something wrong Alice?
Alice: Its just.. why does he spend so much time in the lab?
Isaac: Well, I wouldn't call it working. To him, its more of a hobby of sorts. He hasn't had much to do since he retired from his adventuring days, plus he has to take care of you now.
Alice: He puts a hobby before his own daughter?
Isaac: To be fair, you ARE quite demanding..
-Alice sports a pouty face for a brief moment-
Alice: Hey!
-Brief chuckling occurs-
Isaac: Ah.. hey, did you still want me to tell you that one story?
-Alice yawns-
Alice: Nah, I'm getting tired. You should tomorrow night though, that is, if dad is too busy in the lab again. Thanks!
Isaac: Haha, you're welcome! Sleep tight!

<Part 2B: A Promise of Times Past>
(----The Study----)
-Placing a book on the table-
Clyde: Ah.. Paradise Island.. oh how you've eluded me all these years..
-Gets up from the chair-
Clyde: The one place I never could visit.. not because I didn't want to, merely, you wouldn't let me explore you.
-Walks over to the globe, giving it a spin-
Clyde: Do you even exist? If so, what secrets do you hold? Why do you keep evading me?
-Moves towards the door-
Clyde: Perhaps one day I'll explore you, even if its just to keep my word to her.
-Exits the Study-

<Part 2C: More Rockets>
(----Capital Science Testing Floor----)
-Clyde walks through the door-
Researcher B: Welcome back Clyde! Did you finish what you had to do?
Clyde: Why yes. Yes I did. Did you finish what you had to do?
Researcher B: Sure.
Clyde: That wasn't exactly an answer.
-A researcher approaches from the side-
Researcher A: With the help of Central Circuits, we were able to finish the werewolf hologram and have confirmed it protects against werewolves.
Clyde: I thought the simulation hologram thing was already finished?
Researcher B: Not exactly, we had everything on it completed except for the main code and structure of the creature.
Clyde: So.. none of it?
Researcher B: No, we had the name you gave us. That was quite the contribution.
Clyde: It most certainly was. What about vampires?
Researcher A: What about them?
Clyde: Well, they sorta have a blood fetish and that's pretty disturbing.
Researcher B: They do?
-Clyde remembers that they haven't been invented yet-
Clyde: Ah.. just go do more testing. You should probably invent the vampire while you're at it too.
By the way, what do the werewolves look like? I'm anxious to see them.
Researcher B: Right this way sir.
-The three of them walk over to the werewolf hologram exhibit, examining it-
Clyde: So uh.. its just a dog with more hair than a dog?
Researcher B: They have so much hair that you should've just called them Hairdogs.
Clyde: That's pretty lame. They need a much cooler name than that. Something like.. Werewolves.
Researcher A: Sir but they're already called-
-Clyde interrupts-
Clyde: I like the design of them, but you know what else they need? Rockets. Lots and lots of rockets. Just strap a big ol' rocket launcher to the back of that thing. I'm 100% certain this design decision won't come back to blast me in the ass some day. Rockets.
Researcher A: ..what?
Clyde: You know, boom-booms. Big ones. Rockets. Have it finished tomorrow evening. The whole product. Tomorrow evening.
I'm off to bed; goodnight you two.
Researcher A: ..WHAT?

[Gumballtoid]

I felt we needed another example of how not to write. Some of you may recognize this wonderful piece I like to call...

15 Shades of Red

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Suddenly SplshWoman appears!!!
ProtoMan: Sp-Sp-SplashWoman!
SpashWoman: Hey my dashing red rouge watcha-doin'? She said in a very seductive voice.
SplashWoman: Hey Proto I see you noticed my NEW land legs!
SplashWoman's "land legs" made by ProtoMan himself upgraded by SpashWoman.
ProtoMan Blushed and said: Th-Th-There amazing!
SplashWoman: How do you like my new bikini?
ProtoMan turns at least 15 shades of red.
SplashWoman grabs ProtoMan and pulls him behind a bush.
ProtoMan: Oh my god that's not!!!!
ProtoMan's voice is muffled.
Muffling sounds are followed by the sounds of making out.
MegaMan: Well I guess ProtoMan will have to catch up later since he's...busy.
MegaMan notices 2 E-Tanks and a hornet chaser hornet on the ground.
Jazz: Well looks like SpashWoman used E-tanks to give ProtoMan extra energy and an E-Tank for her to expand her breasts and used hornet chaser to expand them even more!!!
MegaMan: Yeah they will be here a while.
Sounds of making out get louder.
MegaMan: Well let's go.
They quickly run away.
As they are Running they see ProtoMan's scarf and helmet come out of the bush.
SplashWoman: ProtoMan your eyes are b-b-b-BEUTIFUUUUL.
SplashWoman and ProtoMan: MMMMM.

[Zero1000]

Hey guys, i may make a narrated forum game, which i call RPG on other forums, also maybe i will make a story of something here.

[Galactan]

Hahahuao

Thwarted(Part 2)

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Galactan slipped smoothly around a corner, pinned against the wall.  After seeing that he was alone in the room, he relaxed slightly to think.  He still wasn't feeling great after the punch he received in the foyer, so he needed time to think about the scenario.  I saw the goldfish thing come in through the window, the security guard is extremely strong, and the owner of the mansion pulled a railgun pistol on me... this isn't good.  Maybe if I can-

Galactan's thoughts were cut off by Beef roaring down the hall connected to the room he was hiding in.

"COME OUT, YOU TWOS!  I'M GONNA RIP YA SPINES OUT THEN SHOVE EM' UP YA ASSES!"

Galactan's first thought was to hide deeper in the room, but then something more interesting came to mind.  The guard's shouting is probably attracting the freak... if I go out there and engage in combat, I could eliminate them both.  He pushed off the wall and rebounded through the doorway and into the hall.  Seeing Beef upside-down at the end of the hallway, he jumped off of the surface at his feet and brought his fist back behind his head.  Beef never noticed him, and was extremely surprised when a kinetcally boosted punch met the back of his head, sending him tumbling further down the hall.  Galactan fired two kinetopulses after Beef which connected with his chest area, pinning him against the wall.  Finally, Galactan sprung down the hall once more, his fist reared back again.

"Frost fist."

The blow connected withe Beef's face, and chunks of ice began to spread from the area, formed from the moisture in the air.  They quickly overtook Beef's entire body and pinned him against the wall.  Galactan merely grinned and turned around, awaiting his next victim to come bounding down the hall.

*CHIK*

Galactan's eyes went wide, and he spun back around just in time to be showered in ice shards.  He instinctively brought his arms up to his face and closed his eyes.  He felt a hand take him by the top of his head, while the other pinched the point where his back bone and neck met.

"DO YOU THINK I WAS KIDDIN'?" roared Beef, "I KNOW HOW TO RIP A BOY'S SPINE OUT!"

At that moment, a glint of gold flashed in Beef's field of vision.  Beef looked up just in time to find a foot firmly jamming itself down his throat.  He released his grip on Galactan and instead gripped Goldfish Man's leg, tearing the foot from his Beef's mouth and flinging its owner against the wall behind him.  Goldfish man's scales absorbed the impact, and he pushed off of the wall to perform a headbutt on Beef's forehead, stunning him.  Goldfish man followed up by kicking Beef with both feet, sending him flying down the hall and into a room.  He twisted and pushed off of another wall, tackling Galactan and pinning him against the ceiling.

Before Goldfish Man could continue his assault, however, a heavy impact to his stomach sent him flying down the hall.  He regained his composure just in time to see a glowing metal chunk flying down the hall, directly at him.  It struck him in the shoulder and bounced off of his scales, sending him whirling down the hallway.  Galactan looked to see what the source of the shots was.  Floating there was Stanley, holding his acceleration pistol.

"All this ruckus!" he said nonchalantly, "Needless destruction of property, loud noises, assaulting each other... all under my roof, no less!  Why, this won't do!  Nooooo, nononono."  He turned to the room where Beef had landed.  "Beef!  Get out here and do your job!"

An unintelligible series of grumbles came from within said room, before Beef stuck his head through the doorway and glanced around drunkenly.  "Wuzzat, boss?  I've been doin' my job since this morning." he mumbled.  Stanley merely sighed.

For a while, the four parties stared at each other, either too tense or too incoherent to make the first move.  Suddenly, Goldfish Man pushed off into a spiraling drill, his head aimed directly at Stanley.  Stanley began to aim his pistol when spasms took his body.  His face contorted into a scowl and he attempted to simultaneously spit out multiple curses and commands at Beef to no avail.  Goldfish Man's drill headbutt connected firmly with his stomach, and he soared down the hall.  Stanley regained his composure in time to shift his weight so that his feet would impact the end wall rather than his back, and he rebounded while drawing his beam sword.  "Let's see how well your scales handle this!"

Stanley moved to slash at the golden freak, but instead met empty air.  Goldfish Man ducked into the same room that Beef was occupying, and Beef pursued.  With only Galactan left in the hall with him, Stanley felt a bit more calm.  "I'm going to say this once," he snarled, "get out of my house."  Galactan smiled and responded, "I would prefer not to." before cocking a single fist back in preparation for an attack.  In response, Stanley pulled out his last resort: the antimatter blaster.  Taking careful aim, he fired a shot. The purple orb shot down the hall... and straight past Galactan.  It impacted the far wall and spread out, eating away at it and revealing the outside world.

Galactan, who had been tracking the shot, turned back to face his opponent, but was instead met with a golden mass hitting his torso.  The Galactan-Goldfish Man knot flew down the hall and straight out of the newly-formed hole.  When they hit the ground a few meters from the border of the null-grav zone encompassing Stanley's house, both were unconscious.  Stunned, Stanley turned to find Beef leaning out of the door, grinning with an arm outstretched as if he had just thrown something rather large.  Which he had.
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In his office, a sleep-deprived Stanley slowly picked up a phone and called up one of his hired transit ship pilots.  "Yes, Robert, this is Stanley... I understand that you'll be upset, but I need you to make an emergency delivery... Yes, right now.  In the main bay you'll find a ship with two unconscious passengers.  Drop them off in separate places in the Sardonia desert... I don't care how you do it, just do it quickly before they wake up and kill each other!"  He quickly hung up the phone to avoid any further complaints from the pilot, then turned to his computer to type a reminder for himself in the morning.  Have all mansion repairs deducted from Beef's pay, he typed.  He thought carefully for a moment before adding then give him a raise.

I might edit the hell out of this i don't know

[Rozark]

CAPITAL SCIENCE PRODUCT DESIGN

Let's hope this time they won't be erased by silly topic clearing forum rules.
I'll add more as time goes on.

Inventions are categorized into CS(letter)##, where CS stands for Capital Science, the letter is the "product line" which changes by the season, and ## is the number, scaling up to 99. 00 can exist, however, that is usually left to be the most important invention in the line with it only being distributed once- to Clyde himself. Listed below (and in the future) are various inventions that have begun distribution across the people of the world. Unless requested to see my horrible MSpaint skills, images will not be displayed.

CSA00: The Diplomat
Category: Object
Description: Ah yes, my elegant cane. I'm not sure why I need to write a description for something that isn't being distributed, but I suppose it's a good chance to warm up for the future products. My cane, coupled with Capital Punishment (My whip, for the uninformed) are the single most powerful tools at my disposal. This cane holds an orb at the top which, when flipped open, holds a chip containing three slots. Every invention made at Capital Science has a special token made alongside it. At the press of a button, I am able to bring forth any invention I please, provided its token is in one of the slots.

CSA01: The Pentus
Category: Animal/Object
Description: We were having an office party one evening when someone thought it was funny to bring in a penguin- Patty the Penguin. You know, that penguin that kids always obsess about and want for Christmas except their parents aren't stupid enough to give their kids a penguin. (That's probably because their parents are too high smoking those chocolate candy canes but don't tell them I said anything) Anyways, the penguin and I grew a strong bond. The manliest Man x Penguin bond that could ever exist; Mr. Popper had nothing on this. I had to tend to Alice, so I left the party for awhile. When I got back, the penguin was gone. Zip. Zoop. Not there. I asked around, finally finding some answers. It had been infused with a cactus.. It stared at my soul, just screaming through to it. My soul screamed and it stared into my soul's soul, then the soul's soul's soul. Patty now resides as the resident doorstopper.

CSA02: Inverted Pencil
Category: Object
Description: Screwing up is a part of the human goal in life. We screw up to get better at screwing up. Naturally, we want a way to get rid of our screw-ups before anyone notices. Thanks to the power of the Holy Cucumber of St. Marie (Thanks Mystic Arts) I present to you the Inverted Pencil. Do you screw up so often that you have nothing to contribute to society? Then this is the perfect gift for you! Use the power of sharpening technology to sharpen the eraser and prolong the madness. If you lack the power of sharpening technology, head on down to your local highschool and bother that one kid who lends out pencils; I'm sure he'll do it for you. The only drawing part that exists on this thing is at the end- where the eraser usually is. That's right, sharpening this pencil extends the eraser, allowing you to screw up all over the place!

CSA03: Jack's Grow
Category: Medical/Object
Description: Is Aunt Helen giving you the lip? Do you, say, like revenge? No? Well, how about petting a cat with a mustache? Yes? You like that? Good. Have some Jack's Grow- the first instant hair growth that can be applied anywhere and to whoever you want without consequences. Too ashamed to take off your shirt because you aren't strutting down the street in a bowler hat? Bam! Your chest now has hair, regardless of your gender. Gotta grow a Chia pet? Apply this stuff directly to the seed and watch it pop more hair than you know where! Unfortunately we currently lack a removal tool, so do be careful on where you place it. I really don't want to call the hospital just because you decided to give Aunt Helen some sweet revenge. Better yet, how about YOU go contact the hospital. Just don't tell them we were involved, tell them.. uh.. hormones and stuff. Yea that's it. Hormones.

CSA04: The Nova Pack
Category: Object
Description: Alright so here's the deal: You strap this on your back. You go up, down, left, right, diagonal, forward r, and possibly a stronger up tilt. Ruin some kid's first goldfish experience by strapping that fishbowl helmet onto your face, patting the child gently on the forehead apologizing for the loss. If you lack both a van and a mustache, you should probably give them candy to make up for it. Throw on that large smile and hit the button; you're now approaching the atmosphere abs first at speeds of mach 3 or mach 5. (Speeds vary depending on weight, with heavier people going faster because cannonballs are great) Pass Mr. Jetson's Skyline. Screw the space program, you ARE the space program. Now you're floating in space- open up a bag of chips and enjoy the zero gravity. When you're tired of being space, head home and write a best selling novel that wins awards for best selling fanfiction. Those fanboys are going to be so jealous.

CSA05: Toasty-O's
Category: Food
Description: Have you ever woken up at 5am and just sat there thinking about what to have for breakfast in 3 hours? You don't know, so you just head back to sleep. 3 hours later and one dead broken alarm clock, you head to the kitchen to find out that you're out of food. How did this happen? We don't know, you're the adult here. You dapperize yourself and head on down to the grocery store to grab the grub but, plot twist, they're closed because it's a holiday. You head back home disappointed and turn on the TV. You see this ad. You learn of the greatest Toast Cereal combination known to humanity. You run back to the store and do a backflip through the glass, rushing to the cereal aisle. You trigger the alarm along the way but who cares, it's time to eat some cereal. You bust open a box and take a bite, moaning over the delicious taste of a balanced breakfast. In retrospect, was breaking and entering worth it? Yes. Yes it was.

[Jatea]

man I spent like 3 hours writing this piece and it's all words

a refresher on the main events of what is considered to be "Cutopian Canon"
from the POV of everyone's favorite being

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Reminiscence

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I can only assume that we have all heard of the vile Count Nostalgia at some point. Whether you were among those of us who fought a fierce fight against him and his four Generals or not, or whether you were a victim of his precise strikes on the cities of Agorix and Toidtopia, surely you must know of the Count. It is truly unfortunate that none of you ever knew him like I did. …Yes, I do admit that I knew him before the events that unfolded before us. However, there are some details that you should understand first, a little history lesson before I tell the tale of my experiences with the Count.



I come from another world, effectively exiled from my own home by my Queen, and I happened upon this world, your world, by pure chance. It has been about sixteen of your years since I first appeared here, and at first, all was well. I gathered a set of core, loyal employees to start up the first iteration of my famed business, TGOT Incorporated. That first iteration… was lost to time and space, for lack of better words. I gathered knowledge from the accident and gathered more resources and rebuilt my business, but it was an unfortunate time to rebuild, since there was a great Conflict that was happening at the time. Luckily, it was then that I made a pact with the one known as Thatguy, and together we were a mighty force, the likes of which you have not seen. This alliance quickly crumbled, due to factors beyond our control. My then-ally was …corrupted, for lack of a better term, and then he just vanished. For a time, it seemed as if your very world was ending itself, but even worse troubles were waiting for us.

Skirmishes were happening all over the world, and nobody made any attempt to stop any of them, for fear of retaliation. All of Agorix was promptly thrown into the Shadows, and it was all thanks to one miserable mage whom I will not recognize, for her sake. The time I had spent learning the ways of your world was wasted, and I had to learn the ways of this new world, although Agorix itself served as a beacon, the last remnant of your world. The technology in this new world took some getting used to, but the magic of this world was comparable to that of yours, and perhaps even to that of mine. In this world, they revealed themselves to me, and perhaps even to her. They promised us a speedy return back to your world, in exchange for my services, myriad as they are. I reluctantly agreed, and all that I will say on the matter is that I got to travel. A lot. I also met the one man you know as Count Nostalgia while working for them.

This despicable man loved tinkering with virtual reality technology, although his VR tech was different from both the VR tech of the new world and the VR tech of your world. He claimed that he was exiled from them, but I believe that he was talking about a different them than the them I normally talk about. If only I had recognized what he would become in the year to come. I could have crushed him like the wretched insect he was right then and there, for he was somewhat frail and ancient. We soon formed an alliance, to replace the one that my old friend Thatguy unwillingly shattered. Right after we agreed to work together on a new endeavor, they told me that it was time for all of us to return home, to your home. And so the entirety of Agorix walked away from the Shadows and back into the Light.



With the Count’s intellect and his technological know-how, combined with the vast resources that I had obtained throughout the years, we had created something beautiful. The ISLAND. I do not wish to talk about it, but I shall talk about it anyway, for the truth of the Count must be told. This first iteration of the ISLAND required nine subjects, and these nine subjects would be participants in one of the Count’s many ‘social experiments.’ One would be designated as a Murderer, and the others would be designated as Survivors, and they would be pit against each other, to see who lives and who dies. My role in this was to supply the subjects, and I traveled over to the Cutter’s Cove and kidnapped nine of the Covegoers. They were knocked unconscious, and they were strapped into these helmets, where they would be placed in a virtual seaside scenario that would lead to them crashing onto an island. The events that ensued afterwards would serve as data for future social experiments for the Count. At the end of this experiment, the Murderer outlived the other eight Survivors through a combination of cunning and pure luck. Deeming the experiment to be a success, the Count filed it away and ordered me to take care of the bodies of the Covegoers, dismissing me for a short time.

Several weeks had passed since then, and the Count asked me to return to his abode, for a new experiment was in the making. This time, he would need twenty subjects, so I went back to the Cove, but I was only able to scrounge up eighteen more Covegoers. I brought this up to the Count, since we were two subjects short, and he decided that the both of us would be the last two subjects, just so he could witness firsthand the madness that was sure to unfold. However, this experiment was not like the last one. There were three teams, all vying for control of a mysterious base on the planet Neptune and all the power that it entailed. Unbeknownst to them, the Count had rigged the portal to teleport everyone who stepped through it to the Island from the previous experiment, where he would reveal himself and what he gathered everyone for. In the end, those who survived were bewildered to realize that they were just pawns in Count Nostalgia’s latest game. After the experiment was over and the simulation was terminated, the Count declared that I was of no further use to him anymore. He demanded that I destroy the eighteen Covegoers in a similar fashion to the previous nine Covegoers, for he would need new subjects if he was to continue his experiments.



But do not think for a moment that I was content to simply walk away from this and let the Count continue with his social experiments. No. I tried to heal the mentally-fried Covegoers as best as I could and I sent those that were not rendered vegetative home. When I returned to the Count’s abode, I attempted to destroy his ISLAND technology, our magnum opus, but it refused to be reduced to nothing more than ashes, almost as if it was protected by some external force. I certainly did not remember shielding the tech with any of my magic. I then tried to extract any vital data from the system, but I was completely locked out; none of the passwords that I knew worked, and any workarounds I tried failed. The dastardly Count Nostalgia, for reasons unknown, had foreseen that I was going to ruin his life, and he had a counter to the methods I had in mind. Eventually, I realized that I would need some external help, and so I recruited a local ‘software and hardware technician’ to extract the information. Even then, they were only able to retrieve one scrap of information: the details of the Count’s third experiment.

This third experiment would be a return to the original Island, and it would require ten new subjects. That was the extent of the information I had, but I knew that it would take the Count a while to gather up new subjects. I gathered up my own team of Covegoers, armed them with knowledge, and sent them to the Count, so they could take down his operation from within the machine. Unfortunately, I underestimated the Count. I was whisked away by them under the pretense of official business, although they just wanted me to do some menial task for them. This task was also fairly confidential, but after it was completed, they informed me that my operation to strike down the Count failed.



It appeared that the Count had defeated my team and had uncovered an ancient secret while performing his latest experiment. He had then gathered up a team of four, or his Generals, if you will, and sent them off to protect key interests. I had directly aided the Count’s attempt at world domination through cooperating with him in the past, and I felt that it was my duty to knock him off his pedestal and defeat him once and for all. And so I did.



It was not a solo effort, for if the Count himself had defeated my admittedly not-so-elite agents, then surely he and his Generals would best me in direct combat. Luckily, there was a force gathering for the express purpose of defeating the Count and his Generals. The one you once knew as Llama led the crew, and I signed on fairly early. Soon, there were ten of us, and we were all prepared for this latest quest. There was Electros, Spikeboy, Toidenheimer, SmashBro, Crunchy, Hilman, TheDoc, Isaac, and Galactan. And then there was me, TGOT.



We struck at Dictator Birdbot’s Sky Fortress and defeated Dictator Birdbot, the first of Count Nostalgia’s four Generals. We invaded Castle Hitleg, and we toppled Rudolph Hitler, the second of four Generals. We met two of my old foes from the great Conflict of many years ago at the Castle, and defeated them as well. Crunchy became deluded at this point and believed himself to be the dead man Felderson, but we all shrugged this personality change off. Having defeated two of the Count’s Generals, we rejoiced for a short while before Llama informed us that Agorix was being sieged by some of Count Nostalgia’s forces, so we defeated his forces and came face to face with an old friend… Thatguy…

I knew him well during the Conflict, and I did not see him for a while after the Conflict’s end, believing him to be dead. And there he was, standing before us, fighting for the Count. I thought that he was simply a simulacrum, a copy of my former ally, but he struck with the full force of the Thatguy I once knew, and we all fell, the ten of us.



Our advisor, Llama, rescued us and allowed us to recuperate while we made our next plan of action. Once we were all healed up, we attacked Mr. Shadow’s Mountainside Stronghold and won a duel against Mr. Shadow, the third of the Count’s Generals. It was at this point where Crunchy, or Felderson as we came to know him, completely lost his mind and self-immolated. There was nothing we could have done for him, but luckily we picked up another teammate to replace him: Ceridran.

Once that was dealt with, we tackled Sir Phillip’s Majestic Mansion, only to realize that Sir Phillip was actually Robot Blathers, the nefarious laser-wielding automaton. No expertly-crafted disguise could have prevented us from defeating any foe, and so Robot Blathers was destroyed, the last of the Count’s four Generals. Thatguy was sitting in the background, congratulating us on our latest victory. I… feared him. I was not prepared to see my old friend once more after he triumphed over us in our last battle. We clashed our blades, dagger against katana, and we all engaged in another battle. The ten of us found the strength to defeat Thatguy, but he simply did not stay down. He was only there as a ruse to buy his Count more time… but for what?



As Llama picked us up from the Mansion, the sky shimmered for a brief moment before we saw the face of the fiend, the vile visage of Count Nostalgia. He told us how he had finally obtained the shards of the Gamma Crystal, a gemstone long thought to give raw, unlimited power and immortality to its wielder. He demonstrated his newfound power by showing us an image of Toidtopia right before he engulfed it in a series of vortexes, engulfing all structures and vaporizing all lifeforms within their vicinities. I believe that we all felt absolute terror during the Count’s demonstration, but we must have learned to ignore it, for we needed to succeed in our quest: to kill Count Nostalgia. The Count challenged us to come to his domain, the Gamma Dimension, where we would see who would be the ultimate victor.

Our favorite advisor directed the airship towards the portal to the Gamma Dimension, but the Count cast a spell from deep within his domain that struck the airship with extreme force, setting it on fire. We were all panicking, and we leaped off the airship and into the portal.

Llama did not come with us.



We walked onward with determination, conquering the strange manifestations that the Gamma Dimension was throwing at us. We soon approached this mysterious being, which said that it would provide us with the power needed to defeat the Count, if we could complete the ultimate test. And what was this ultimate test, you ask? We had to defeat our own shadows, doppelgangers that matched us in every way possible, except for our personalities. I know a thing or two about copying the abilities of others, and yet these Shadows seemed to know everything we were going to do. The Shadows, however, did not realize that they could fight as a team, and so we eradicated them. The being kept its word and empowered us, giving us strength that would match that of the Count’s.



 We proceeded to march forth, further into the Gamma Dimension, and it was there that we refused to believe what we saw. Count Nostalgia’s Generals were all alive and present in front of us. Whether or not they were holograms or the real deal, they still had fighting spirit in them, and they all refused to be defeated. I realized that the Generals were only there to guard the Count’s Computer, which I recognized as the ISLAND. The very thing that had enabled the Count to become so powerful was here, and it looked so helpless. I didn’t sense the aura that protected it back in your world, so I knew that it was safe to touch. We then worked on disassembling the ISLAND, dodging and occasionally parrying the Generals’ onslaught, and once we succeeded, the Generals dropped to the floor, deprived of their strength. The Generals tried getting up, but only Dictator Birdbot and Rudolph Hitler were able to escape, with Mr. Shadow and Robot Blathers staying on the ground.



We moved beyond the Count’s Computer Room, and once again we came face to face with Thatguy. He too was given strength by Count Nostalgia, and he was invigorated, ready to tear us to shreds. It was a dire battle, with each of our blows being traded for many of his sword slashes, but we bested him yet again, and it seemed as if he ran out of life force. Galactan tried to strike him while he was down, but I commanded him not to. Even though Thatguy was on the side of the Count, he could be reformed, and perhaps I could rekindle the pact we once had.



And then, there he was. Count Nostalgia. He descended from the skies, holding his beloved cane, undoubtedly an inferior clone of my then-missing scepter. He continued to berate us, declaring that he would be the one to triumph over all, and establish his rule over your world and perhaps even all other worlds. He was not the frail old man I once knew him as. He struck with intensity and precision, casting powerful spells that no mortal or immortal should know. I do not know how we defeated him, but we managed to. However, once he fell to his knees, he pulled out the Gamma Crystal from underneath his lab coat, and infused his own aura with it. His eyes glowed and he radiated absolute power, releasing intense waves that knocked us all away. We stood our ground against this new, upgraded Count, but then he whisked five of us away elsewhere. I was one of those five.



We did not know where we were, but when we got to our feet, we saw a giant version of the Gamma Crystal and three smaller versions of the Gamma Crystal. They were all encased in a protective aura that none of us could penetrate, and we played the waiting game. Eventually, their auras dissipated, and we could finally strike at the Crystals. They all each had their own repertoire of spells that were specially designed to obliterate us, but we resisted them to the fullest extent of our abilities, and we went on a full offensive, shattering the smaller Crystals before attacking the Gamma Crystal. The protective aura came back a short while later, and we took this time to rest up, before we had to finish the fight. Only a few seconds passed before we got another chance to attack the Gamma Crystal, and we finally saw a crack in it.

However, the Count materialized as an aural projection, and gave us a choice: we could either destroy the Gamma Crystal and risk the destruction of all Dimensions or become his new Generals to rule over your world. I will assume you know which choice we picked. The Count was displeased with us and summoned explosions all around us, coming exceptionally close to killing us. He taunted us once more and tried repairing the Gamma Crystal, only for aural projections of the rest of the party to appear as well. Nevertheless, the Count was genuinely surprised to see projections of our allies. He stopped repairing the Gamma Crystal, and realized what was about to transpire. And so the final offensive began.



Isaac played the Chant of Chronos, freezing the Count in time.
Hilman set himself ablaze, leaped in the air…
SmashBro completed the Elemental Set of Magic, blasting the Gamma Crystal with his three strongest spells.
Ceridran unleashed a flurry of tornado kicks on the Gamma Crystal, spinning it around multiple times.
…and Hilman landed on the Gamma Crystal, hopped back up, and landed on it again, further cracking the Gamma Crystal.
Toidenheimer discarded his bow and tackled the Gamma Crystal, knocking it backwards.
TheDoc fired his own three strongest Elemental spells into the skies and crashed a comet into the Gamma Crystal, cracking it even further.
Galactan consolidated three of his own spells into a bomb and launched it at the Gamma Crystal.
Electros threw a Sun Sword and then a second Sun Sword at the Gamma Crystal, with the second Sun Sword being thrown with a little bit more flair.
Spikeboy… kicked the Gamma Crystal.



Count Nostalgia soon regained his ability to move, and he spoke with such fury, but he also emanated an aura of desperation. He incapacitated all of us with a large bolt of electricity and proceeded to ignore us as he started repairing the Gamma Crystal. Once more, he ridiculed us. Once more, he put us down. He doubted our ability to triumph in the face of adversity.



And I… backstabbed the Gamma Crystal.



The Gamma Crystal shattered, and intense light flooded the area, blinding all of us, and we heard the agonizing scream of a man being engulfed by raw power, being absorbed by the light, and then the light disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. The only thing that remained from the Count was his cane. A portal appeared underneath us, and then there was nothing.



We all came to, waking up in an airship that was more extravagant than Llama’s was, and from that moment I knew that our quest was completed. A voice spoke to us, and I felt partly startled and partly relieved. The voice belonged to Thatguy, who was bound to Count Nostalgia through the power of the Gamma Crystal. Everyone had questions for Thatguy, and he answered them all sufficiently. The one we knew as Electros revealed himself to be the one known as Slen, and he leaped off the airship, lost to time. Thatguy thanked us for saving the world. He thanked us for completing our quest. And so we watched the sun rise on that day, knowing that we had made this day and many others possible.



It has been three years to that day. Ever since the end of our Quest, I have been content to do nothing more than rebuild my company to be better than ever, harass the locals, and work with them. I even took some time off to visit my true home, and nothing has really changed over there. And now, another Conflict appears to be brewing. But I have heard from them that a new team has been assembled to confront this newest threat before it threatens to throw the entirety of your world into turmoil once more. A team of six, with my former ally acting as the leader and as the seventh member. Apparently, this team has also been organized by an old friend of mine I presumed dead many years ago. I genuinely cannot believe that they have come back from the dead. What we… what I… experienced many years ago… was something that we should not have survived. And yet I did.



So, today, we learned to never converse with a Count. If I had learned that way back when, then we could have prevented all of this from happening. Fate is fickle sometimes, and we must recognize that. We must continue onward with our lives. For the glory of whomever we fight for, whether you fight for your family, for your friends, for your superiors, or for yourself. And perhaps you shall, in time, lead your own force of brave adventurers in a mighty quest to vanquish the ultimate evil.

..At least, whatever constitutes evil in your world.



And by the way... Those tales that I have just recounted to you?

You shall forget them.

All of them.

[Thunderono]

somebody tell me when I know what I'm doing
I forgot to name this so let's just call it

Intervention

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The job was simple.  Go to the construction site, find this guy, take him out, and then destroy the site.  Thunder didn’t question why the man needed to be taken down, or why the site needed to be destroyed.  It wouldn’t have mattered, anyway.  When you get a job from the SSF, it’s not like they’d be ecstatic to tell their operatives why they’re doing what they’re doing.

   The question crossed his mind, however, as another cannon shot struck the ground in front of him.  He peeked out from behind cover to be greeted by a steady stream of bullets whizzing by over his head.  In the corner of his eye, he saw the glint of a scope reflecting the bright sun.  Marn.  The familiar crackle of the radio flared up as the sniper made contact.

“Come on, you’re already giving up?  I see you cowering, over there!  Get out there and fight him like a man!”

“I’d love to, if I could keep my head in the process!  Got any bright ideas, mystery man?”

In the distance, Marn let a small grin show.  A small click sounded out as a round loaded into the chamber of a hulking sniper rifle.  He raised the sight to his face, and took aim at the aggressor.

“Just one.”

A blast rang out as the bullet rocketed out of its shell, flying across the distance between the buildings in no time at all.  Hearing the shot, the man whipped around, a large shield poised to block the shot.  The bullet struck the shield with tremendous force, denting the object and sending the man sprawling backwards.  Thunder, taking this as his cue to attack, primed his sawblade-like weapon and rushed out from behind cover.  As he ran towards his target, he got a good look at him.  He had short, messy black hair and wore a black trench coat over a yellow sweater.  In one arm was a shield, now slightly dented, with a small hole meant for the barrel of a large machine gun.  An ammo track ran from a small, red box on his belt to the gun attached to his shield.  In his other hand was a large cannon with a similar ammo mechanism.  

Thunder’s inspection was cut short by a round being fired from the cannon, striking the ceiling above the two.  Quick reflexes from both parties prevented any squishing, but the window was enough for the man to recover.  Thunder rushed at him, blade poised to strike.  Rather than the intended target, however, he hit the man’s shield, generating a grinding noise and plenty of sparks.  A couple of shots rang out from the shield’s gun, striking the speedster’s arm.  He let out a yell and staggered backwards, clutching his arm.  As he looked up, he saw the cannon pointed directly at his head.  Just when he assumed the worst, a new voice piped up on the radio.

“Get down, hun!”

Thunder didn’t even think twice.  He hit the deck, causing the round to sail harmlessly past.  In the other direction flew a large fireball, hitting the man square in the chest.  His shield flew out of his hands and to the ground nearby.  When the flames dissipated, a harpy flew in from behind Thunder.

“Reli?  Hah, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

“I know.  Having trouble?”

“A little.  You min-“

Thunder was cut off by the man firing a cannon shot at Reli.  She dodged it with ease, retaliating with a volley of sharpened feathers.  The man dove for his shield and held it up, though the force of so many began to push him back.  Soon he was at the window of the room, with his back to the drop.  A blast rang out from Marn’s perch, indicating another shot at the defensive destroyer.  He shattered the window instead, raining glass upon the room.  While Thunder struggled to get to his feet, Reli continued her assault by spawning a set of five grenades.  They floated up momentarily before simultaneously speeding toward the man.  He responded with machine gun fire, managing to destroy all but one with the stream of bullets.  The remaining grenade exploded at his feet, sending him backwards and out the window.  Thunder let out a groan as he forced himself to stand.

“Reli, I think it’s about justified for me to ask at this point.  Who, exactly, is that guy?”

A crash outside drew their attention to the window.  The man had landed on a balcony two stories down and had begun to run, clambering to other balconies to make it to the bottom.  Thunder tried to run after him, but Reli tackled him before he could jump out.

“Are you crazy?  Your arm’s all busted up!  There’s no way you could chase him without using your arm!”

“Get off me!  If he doesn’t go down, I’ll have a couple of holes in my arm AND no pay!”

Reli mumbled under her breath, “I could’ve sworn you liked me on top.”

“What?”

“Didn’t say a damn thing.  Anyway, he’d be too far gone by now.  I know Leonard, and he’s a crafty one.  Probably found a tunnel or something at this point.”

“If you two are done down there, Zoey’s got the bombs set up.  If you want to get blown to smithereens, I won’t stop you, but you could probably do with getting out.”

Reli got up and dusted herself off.  Thunder, albeit with some difficulty, soon followed, and they headed to a nearby staircase.  Zoey greeted them at the bottom.  While she was initially off-put by Thunder’s sudden wounds, she shrugged it off.

“Hey, guys.  You get him?

“Nah, he got away.  We blowing this thing up?”

“You know it.  We might want to get a bit further away, though.  This isn’t your average thermite.”

“Sure, sure,” Thunder mused, “How about that spot over there?  Seems like a pretty good place to watch the carnage.”

In the shadows nearby, Leonard watched the group.  A resounding shockwave erupted from the building accompanied by a booming ruckus.  The site collapsed vertically, which negated most debris damage but caused dust and smoke to billow out from underneath.  He scowled momentarily before turning around and walking away.

“Well, guess I’m back on the grid now.  Tch, challenge accepted.”

ok I'll get back to work on the Electros Theater Special I'm sorry ;_;