Gaalsien

Well, since SmokeEagle seems to be lagging somewhat in his updation... Pandora's Requiem Chapter 8: Apocalypse Next Wednesday I opened my eyes after what seemed like an eternity and did a double take of the small child-sized, tomato-red imp that stood in the middle of the summoning circle. Its two oversized wings flapped uselessly as the being tried to fly. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅAre you sure thatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s a demon?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

JayÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s fingers hummed lightly over the keyboard. Now that heÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d got up to speed with his typing and was perked up on stims his fingers were a pink blur. His eyes were closed and his tongue clenched between his teeth in concentration. Travis watched the AÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s, TÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s, GÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s, and CÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s, and the occasional Nanobot Nucleotide base N flowing down the screen. Once of twice he thought he saw a letter which probably shouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t be there but he was saying nothing for fear of breaking the typing nanomageÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s concentration and turning the girl into a huge, tumorous lump. OK, he definitely just saw a K in there. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅAre you sure you know this?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

It's quite good. I was expecting it to be a load of random, badly-written junk, but it wasn't. Nice work.

Remind me next friday and I'll write five freaking chapters. But you know more about Anarchy online than i do. All I've seen of it is a few hours of the training island and the training zoo place and all of that was very very jerky. I'll make up for it when we do a Zelda fanfiction.

My super-computer calculates there's a hundred percent chance it would kick your [wagon] in mano a mano combat. Also, it says the last number of pi is 4. It's still calculating yo mommas age.

Cheers for the reviews. We aim to please. Little vote: who wants a romance/relationship between Travis and Kefla? Also, a Guildwars fanfiction will probably be coming in about two weeks, once I have the game, coursework is gone, Christmas is in, and we need something to take our minds off revision, and Smoke's internet limit has run out so he's unable to go on Guildwars.

Your wish is granted but the sheer magical energy required to grant it drains the universe of all energy and life force, so you're left looking moderately ugly in a desolate Universe. I wish I knew what to wish for.

It does but they're rubbish , overheat frequently, and their lasers travel at five miles an hour. I wish I were a girly, just like my dear papa!

It isn't, it's based on carbon. (LMAO. All those biology lessons are finnally paying off.) I wish that I could introduce a virus which killed off all the men in G &S:TOTC

I think that's sorted, although I'm not exactly sure what hard returns are, so tell me if its wrong. And ditto to what ^ said. Thanks for the review.

http://forum.tip.it/viewtopic.php?p=876 ... ht=#876909 Read it and weep. The Gaalsien and SmokeEagle Saga. I stand by my origonal statement of up yours. I've got quite a bit of coursework going at the moment but you can finish the next chapter if you want.

01:23am Omni-1 Trade District The door jerked and spasmed its way open through the chunks of time. Stumbling out of the lift, Kefla made an attempt for the wall. The Universe froze for a second and, when it moved again, she was flat on the floor. The stims in her head designed to heighten awareness were starting to degrade, causing large chunks of consciousness to randomly speed up, slow down, or just disappear altogether, an experience known in the nightclubs as lagging out. Grabbing a handful of the thick, lavender-scented carpet, she pulled herself towards the darkened doorway to her room. Gradually, lurching, she made her way across the penthouse floor. Halfway there, she was sick. The self-cleaning carpet fibers scurried in to do their work. She groaned, clawed out for more carpet and felt only the cool, marble flooring. Her hand skittered around the floor until it connected with the thick, oak front leg of the sofa; stim-enhanced fingers sank into the wood like warm butter. She grabbed out for the back leg. It felt strangely metal and strangely moving. "Kefla, what did your father say about going down to the streets?" Groaning, she released her grip on the bodyguard's leg and felt his armored gauntlet take her own in a firm grip and pull her upright. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅYou know how dangerous it is nowadays!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

I didn't change it. I'm pretty sure it was always that. And besides, the whole thing's from GAALSIEN'S PERSPECTIVE!! Thus, he is the more important character. Thus, he gets his name first. Thus, the title stays as it is. Thus, hahaha, up yours Smoke.

Will do. just as soon as we get the film where the cockle pickers get eaten by the giant, mountain-sized barnace done (inside joke). Personally, I can't see this gettig published anywhere, not even comic books.

It's nice to see you again. No0xers? Seriously? Wasn't one leet language bad enough? Well we haven't played on runescape in a while so we're not exactly with the times. I could start a new topic but the mods would probably eat me alive so I'll let Smoke do that. New chapter coming soon btw. And I'll pay you your 10K teh_soldier but whats your in-game-name?

Hot and thirsty, he stopped off at the oasis and bent down to drink deeply and submerge his head in the cool water. "Excuse me, I appear to have misplaced my wallet. If I could perhaps borrow a few gold coins?" a voice, no doubt belonging to a ignorant newcomer, asked from behind him. He wasn't in the mood for this. "No, get lost, you stupid n00b." Turning, he found himself facing a familiar, black-cloaked old man. "You've just made yourself a very powerful enemy, my friend," the mysterious old growled, raising his hand. "A pox on thee!"

I think you're being a little harsh. I've seen worse *cougharchmagecough*. The description and plot is there. It just needs help with paragraphs and doesn't need to be set so firmly in the Runescape world (eg. doing all the boring stuff like cutting down trees and having people with numbers on the end of their names).

It was one of SmokeEagle but it ended up looking like an angry woman. So quite a likeness actually. That's a burn. What loving gaal? Flower whatting Gaal? Flower loving who? I'm just going to assume what you actually meant was "Sheep warming Smoke."

You get a stompy robot but become an angst-ridden Japanese boy, with a unresolved oedipus complex and an unpleasant bedside manner. I wish for a flag...and some cake...wait,wait, just the cake.

Normally I'd get annoyed and call him a big n00b but I'm just too happy with the good news. There will be a Pirate Chapter!! OMG1!! -------------- Disclaimer: I do not own Gaspode the Wonder Dog. -------------- There was a scrawny, mangy dog yipping about WinterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s legs when I left the bank. The second it saw me it ran over and yipped about, getting in the way of my feet, its bald head tilted back as it barked up at me. I hurried on, trying to ignore it. IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d never been much of a dog person. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅWhat the hell is that thing?ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Damn those ecowarriors. BTW, OMG that's a lot of spelling errors. [wagon].

Erm, in about one, two, or three chapters. BTW, SmokeEagle's in America at the moment (yeah, he's in Florida :D) so there'll be no more chapters till monday then a big rush of chapters probably. Unless he's dead, in which case there'll be no more chapters. ________________________ As the teal gradually faded away I was yet again standing in a familiar white area with light mist for floor and three equally familiar figures sitting not far away. They were playing Risk. Zamorak was the first to notice me standing there. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅOh for my sake! CanÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t you stay alive for five freaking minutes?!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Still a triple post.

Whoops, triple post.

As the door slammed shut I stood there gawping at my situation in general. I get brought back to this craphole from a very nice sunny place and they expect me to somehow organise an army again in order to save a city from an army twice its size. So far, I figured, I could do it. And then he dropped the bombshell that my old comrade was commanding the offending army and now they wanted me to just waltz up to him and kill him. Morally, I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t think I had a problem. And killing SmokeEagle wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t be too hard: ranger defeats mage after all. I was more bothered about the knights kill ranger part of the triangle and the thousands of Knights SmokeEagle had at his command. I decided to get a plan of action; I would stroll out of the city dressed as a washerwoman and make my way through the massacre towards the back of the lines in order to find Smoke. When I found him IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d calmly ask him what the hell he was doing whilst hitting him round the back of the head with something big and heavy. Simple. I opened the door and followed Varze out into the courtyard. In the distance I could hear the sounds of battle. They sounded very messy and full of a certain red fluid. I pulled my backpack off of my shoulders and opened it up; rustling around inside of it to find something that IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d kept in there for no reason. I grabbed hold of the fabric and pulled it out. Some people nearby stopped to stare strangely at me holding a bright pink skirt. I never did get round to finishing that quest. A few moments later I was dressed exactly like an old washer woman; I had a wig, a pink skirt and a basket of apples. The only thing that was out of place was the chain mail vest I was wearing and the bow and arrow slung over my back. Seeing the gates were closed I climbed up the stairs to the ramparts and nimbly jumped over the wall, not realising it was a twelve foot drop on the other side. ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅOof!ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ