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At 8/22/06 07:23 PM, TheSovereign wrote: DBZ is gay!
Your boxing glove is gay.
Seen it already.
A million times actually.
The first one good,
second one sucked.
At 5/7/07 11:14 PM, Rague wrote: For the Love of God (literally...)
Play the game NNOW!
Adult Swim gets even more random.
It's chaotic, a fighting game between the biblical icons.
When will the violence end?
At 5/7/07 09:10 PM, FlameAlchemist wrote: FINE! Maybe I'll just go and shoot up my high school because nobody on NG loves me.
>=[DUDE. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?
LET'S DUEL!
I'M ON PICO'S ROULETTE!
WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?
At 5/7/07 09:08 PM, FlameAlchemist wrote: NOBODY IS ON YET.
Is anybody MAN enough to challenge me?
I'm 15.
Go away.
Appearing, then Dissapearing, then Randomly Re-Appeaing Level _30 Icons
REALISTIC FURRY Fapping Material
The ESRB Rating System Coming Down on NG
Can't catch a wink without somethin' happening.
At 5/7/07 09:14 PM, Larzas wrote:At 5/7/07 09:07 PM, Anko wrote:And I call a Shaolin Trio!At 5/7/07 09:05 PM, dalmo wrote: I challenge YOU to a shaoilin showdown! lmaoI wager my Glove for your Spiked WristBand.
The game is survival.
Last Person to NOT be eaten by the BBS wins.
And then the humor died.
Way to go.
Also, go ahead and shoot up your school.
Bitches need a little discipline.
ShitOnShoes + ShitOnAStick = ????????
Help me out here?
I'm sorry that I'm not sorry for anything.
Post the most perverted statement or moment you've seen or heard of.
How many times do we need to do this?
This has been done SO many times....
I'm calling Wade on you.
If you saw Madness 7, there was some guy messing with the Improbability Drive. He's disabled MC.Net to prevent Hank's ressurection.
No Deaths?
I am unimpressed.....
At 5/5/07 01:18 AM, Rague wrote:
The doors zipped open, Dobio walked out and approached another door. A retina scanner revealed itself in a wall panel, a red light traced and scanned the mod's eye, calculating his idenity and unlocking the door.
Dobio whispered to me "Good Luck, Rague".
I shook me head, dumbdtruck at what he just said " How'd you know my name? "
I anticipated some lousy mod-like response, but he then utttered in my face
" I know EVERYTHING....... "
I pondered those words again and again, they would stick with me for a GREAT while.
Suddenly, I fell forward. The gaurds shoved me inside and the doors closed again. Luckily, I caught myself on my hands and stood up to meet the eyes of 12 moderators. If I thought this would be a simple interrogation, boy was I wrong.
The twelve of them : Zendra, Joe, Luis, CaptainBob, BRS, Afro-Ninja, DarkArchon, Mightypotato, DanMalo, Carmilla, Dobio, and Jonas, sat at a circular table like the Knights of Round. If that wasn't irony, hell, then I don't know what 'irony' is.
Zendra slumped against his chair, Luis danced his fingers across his labtop, organizing his files and possibly working on 'Perveto Episode 5' or some other random flash.
Dobio.............? I thought.
" How did you do that? "
He spun around his chair contently, quietly laughing before saying
" I told you....I can do ANYTHING. "
Next, Jonas the Soviet Cyborg stood up. His mechanical arm shifted to the left, the electronic whine messed with my sanity the same the elevator music had. The strange thing was, he seemed perfectly happy being a cyborg, of all my time on this site I'd never seen a picture of his face where he WASN'T smiling.
" Rague, what have you learned today ? " he taunted me.
I just stood there, in a stupor, in front of all twelve of them. I stared at Carmilla, but jerked my head away when she gave me an angry glare.
Captain Bob got out of his chair and walked over to another table. Out of my range of vision, he was writing something.
" Rague. " Jonas spoke again, " Do you know why you're here ? "
I raised my head " I'm going to be raped by you until I die of blood loss. If you're going to kill me, at least have the decency to do it quick. "
" No. You're here to learn something. Tom won't associate with a meathead like you. " Dobio corrected me.
" Well? What am I here to learn? How to touch myself? I'm sure I'll learn a lot from you guys "
Afro-Ninja blinked at hearing that, but he remained seated. Dobio laughed for the 3rd goddamn time, even DarkArchon cracked up at my insult.
" Is that the best you've got? BigBadRon's dealt better insults. Fail." DanMalo loled.
" Heh heh. No..you're here to learn why you're here, You clearly do not undersstand why and we are here to teach you that. You see the only problem is that Tom wants to teach you himself, but WE must assure him that you will be rational upon meeting with him. " Joe said, for the first time since I'd entered.
" Listen to me! I don't give a damn about your philosophies, my only crime was not having an ID. I shouldn't even be here! " I shouted, my anger growing.
But then Zendra shared his hand " And you also destroyed 27 http://s . "
" SO? The Star Syndicates done far worse... "
" The Star Syndicate Virus was an epidemic, not a massacre. You killed people, living users. And you know why you did it? "
" No..." I muttered.
" It's because you've got the instinct. " Carmilla intimidated me.
" What in the BLAM are you talking about? "
Jonas opened his mouth to speak, but MightyPotato took the floor " It's something ALL moderators have. It's lingers about us, whether we enjoy or not, and it's why Tom chose us to guard Newgrounds. "
All twelve stood up. Even though some hadn't spoken at all, they all said something at this moment.
" It's the power of Newgrounds unleashed. " ~BRS
" It's the power forbidden to those of your stature. " ~DanMalo
" It's proof of your own greatness. " ~DarkArchon
" It's a map, to guide you to where you need to be. " ~Zendra
" It's EXP, an unlimited amount. " ~Joe
" It's a way of revolution. " ~MightyPotato
" It's what keeps the old and the new binded together. " ~Carmilla
" It's the power only a mod can wield. " ~CaptainBob
" It's what keeps the users in line. " ~Luis
" It's what makes us what we are. " ~Afro-Ninja
" It's the power that keeps the world round " ~Dobio
" It's the difference between wrong and right. " ~Jonas
I listened to 12 lame lines, not learnig a thing from any. My eyes showed boredom, I could care less about these analogies. Couldn't they just kill me? The internet made me realize that my life isn't worth living....
Luis shouted " Think about these words. If you don't want to ;earn, then you can take a crash-course! "
I don't know what happened after that.
I was on my knees, pissed of at what I was hearing.
PLAK!
My head quaked, an unknown force filled me with pain never felt before.
I collapsed in exhaustion and pain, it just HAD to be a dream.
Just a dream.....
At 5/5/07 11:14 AM, bigexplosions wrote: This is disgusting and wrong.
" TESCO'S PEEKABOO STRIPPER POLE FOR KIDS"
I sense a disturbance in my pants.
You realize no gone gives a rat's ass.
The most common reply you'll get, and possibly the only one you'll get, is:
THIS IS TEH' INTERNET!
DEAL WIT IT' !
At 5/4/07 09:59 PM, robattle wrote:At 5/4/07 09:56 PM, SniperWolf1564 wrote: Oh the irony:Wow Darknessium you make the dumbest rants in the world. After all it appears you just insulted yourseft.
Alias: Darknessium
Web: none
AIM: none
Age: 13
Gender: Male
Habitat: Everywhere, and nowhere.
Job: Unspecified.
And that's why we love him.
I HATE 13 YEAR OLDS1 BURN ALL OF THOSE BLOODY TWITS TO THE BLOODIEST DARK CORNERS OF BLOODY HELL!
" I'm a little source code short and stout, here is my input this is my out! "
Ahhh...I love reviews.
Spent so many minutes editing, and I'm still loling the replies.
I think it was worth it to hear the responses.
Now enough with the goddamn blogs.....
My cell door creaked open, two prison gaurds armed with M240 Light Machine Guns waited by the bars as Dobio stepped in. He cracked an invisible smirk, invisible to most of us for the time being. He extended his hand, I sat up and backed against the wall in uncertainty.
" What's your problem ? " He exclaimed.
He brought his arms behind his head and stretched mockingly " You noobs are all the same. Always waving your butts at people like you're 1337. "
" I'm no noob, faggot. " I said, practically requesting a death wish.
Yet Dobio stood there, keeping his arms stretched. He remained silent for a few seconds, then laughed to my surpirse " Yup...all the same.."
" I told you. I'm not a noob, dumbass. I'm pretty sure I just wiped out 27 of your boys. "
"And then looked what happened," he shot back calmly, " You've been detained in a musty old cell, no weapons, and you've been stripped of your ship and possessions. You were so lightly armed, a .45 with a few clips and a butter knife. "
Dobio spun a sharp knife between his fingers, easily manipulating it's movement between each finger from pinky to thumb. It slid downwards, and his hand pulled it backwards before shooting it straight at me.
KWSHHH!
It stabbed into the wall, a few centimeters from my head. I jumped, having not expected that level of accuracy but also remembering it. I won't go into that, I will say that I was spooked. If he really wanted to kill me, he could. And both he and I knew it.
" You jumped. "
" You threw a f**king knife at my head, you b*****d ! " I cursed back.
" You really need to stop cursing. You're not gonna make many friends if you keep that up."
I stopped upon hearing that.
Hadn't Talic said the same thing? , I wondered.
The moderator quit his little game, finally deciding to take my capture seriously. He moved his hand in a fast motion, ordering the gaurds to wrestle me from the cell ad outside into the bleak muddy hallway.
" Follow me. " was the last thing he spoke before strolling out into another hallway.
I viewed the numerous banned users, squirming in their wretched cells for freedom. I almost felt pity, but I had matters of my own to consider. I needed to escape. There was no way possible Tom would let me rejoin without my ID. Today was really beginning to suck.....
The gaurds dragged me to a door, inside was an elevator with Dobio relaxing inside.
" How did you do that? " I asked in awe.
" I can do anything " he answered.
As the door closed, Dobio leaned against the wall. His face told me he was bored, most likely considering prisoner escort a dull task. It soon became hell as the irritatingly repetitive elevator music started playing. If you listen long enough, the music can drive you to insanity, someone once rumored. The rumor has spread through Newgrounds faster than the Kitty Krew, and it kept him away from elevators for at least a year.
The doors zipped open, Dobio walked out and approached another door. A retina scanner revealed itself in a wall panel, a red light traced and scanned the mod's eye, calculating his idenity and unlocking the door.
Dobio whispered to me "Good Luck, Rague".
I shook me head, dumbdtruck at what he just said " How'd you know my name? "
I anticipated some lousy mod-like response, but he then utttered in my face
" I know EVERYTHING....... "
At 5/4/07 11:33 PM, Rague wrote:
A fictional telling of how I went from being a random schmoe from Newgrounds, to a web surfer, to a moderator, and then back to an everyday schmoe. A lot of what I type probably won't make sense. I'm trying to be creative, (and I can see it isn't working). I post these BLOG entries as a sort of set-up.
BLOG Entry #49: December 23rd. 2006; Urban Dictionary.com
This is fucked up.
Apparently, there IS security on this third-world site. Now, because some fucker swiped my Account Id, My ship's been locked and I'm freezing my fucking ass off in a prison.
Life is hell......
Chapter 1 (continued..)
BLOG Entry #50: December 25th,2006; Urban Dictionary.com
I can't believe this shit.
It's fucking Christmas, I could be at home at Newgrounds, watching the oh-so- common classic christmas flashes. It's so unfair! I got penalized for [operating with a weapon without an account] for 6 WHOLE MONTHS! Screw this! I'm getting my ship back and then I'm getting the hell off this site!
BLOG Entry #51: December 31st, 2006; http://en leaving UD's orbit
Wow.
This week just got interesting.
I managed to escape that dirt world, and with my ship and a few provisions. Now there are 3 people on this ship. Me, in the cockpit manuevering us through the internet.
An african american pilot, called 'Talic', manning the DELL Cannons. He's bulky, but has a strange cool aura around him. Not literally of course, but he was okay to be around. On his back, he carried a huge holster with two giant magnums. I'm interested where he got them from.....but he's been giddy about leaving that prison.
And a 10-year old kid, sitting at a mini table and playing with a small number cube. He wouldn't give me his name, instead each time I asked he repeated
" 42.."
They both were prisoners at the time, Talic swore he'd never met the boy, but his facial expression told otherwise.
I still didn't give a shit, I just want to go home.......
BLOG Entry #52: January 13th, 2007; http://en, Google System
Talic told me something I couldn't believe...
I was a bad influence for the child. I'm always swearing and crap.
I don't swear a lot, do I?
No?
That's what I fucking thought.
Damn liar...
Oh, we've finally re-entered the Google System. Newgrounds is approximatley 6,772 pg.s away. I'M HEADIN' HOME!
BLOG Entry #53: February 7th. 2007; http//:en. in orbit over Newgrounds.com
Ugh.
The security's checking us. I forgot, I never got my Account ID back! And Talic's not exactly the friendliest-looking of characters....
Damn it!
BLOG Entry #54: February 7th, 2007; Newgrounds Prison
I've some to realize something...Maybe I do swear to much.
Talic was given to the 1337 Gladiator Grounds, a near-unconquerable labyeinth full of 1337 Uber Zombies. In short, he's going to get eaten by dead users. No doubt about it, and he's going in unarmed. I was under mouse and click, and the Kid was thrown in BAN(Boring Atonement Nodes), a system of sub-nodes for those who've commited no TRUE Crime, but wish to atone for their actions. It was a simple matter of converting and re-converting people to NGism.
BLOG Entry #55: February 21st, 2007; Newgrounds.com Prison Link
Well, the time's finally come.
This may be my last Blog.
Tom Fulp's coming to see me personally, I don't know why, maybe he wants to add insult to injury. I HAD given them a run for their money in orbit. I took down at least 27 fighters of the NG AirForce, a sub-division of the NG Army but for some reason bigger. That meant something, the biggest record of ships destroyed was 13. That's how good their airforce is.
And as I write this, a moderator, Dobio, is walking towards my cell to escort me, most likely to a BLAMification Chamber. They could have at least let me die a quick,painless deletion death. BLAMification was just another word for slow, bloody, murder.
My last words are:
PD YSSSAIMR WO "STOL"
site- in this case, a planet.
internet- in this case, outer space.
Chapter 1 - Uhhh.... I Forgot.
BLOG Entry #45: September 22nd, 2006; Google System
My name is Rague.
I was born on Newgrounds.com, the main entertainment hub of the universe. My parents, well, I don't really give a shit Recently, Newgrounds has been flooded with noobs and racists who think they can waltz on in and post what they percieve as intelligent .
Fuck those shitheads. This year's crop of users really suck. I swear to god, when the NG Account Draft comes round', they'll have to beg sign up. Hell, they won't even survive Basic Survival Training
As I type this, I am currently leaving the site in my brand new web-ship, the 'http://en'.
My only armaments, dual tri-barrel DELL Cannons and a Point-and-Click Cursor Laser attached to the front bow and the top of the ship.
I'm floating weightless in the bottomless pages of the internet, a wide space of no rules or background whatsoever. Honestly, I hate it. There is no top of the ship, or
bottom.
There's no left or right or diagonal.
There's only up and down, and even the top astronomers online are unable to describe or explain why or how that's possible. All I can say is I hate it....
I HATE with a hate that never-before existed online...
BLOG Entry #46: November 4, 2006; Google System
I'm sitting in this ship, in the cockpit, alone, with the controls wrested within my shaking hands. When I said I hated the internet, I meant it. The Zero G forces ARE fpissing me off, consistently battling eachother, rocking the ship up and down.
It's getting to me, but I will perserve.
BLOG Entry #47: December 1st, 2006; Ship "http://en" in Orbit of UrbanDictionary
FINALLY!
I've reached orbit of a planet, and judging from the low-security, it's the UrbanDictionary.com .
The one site worse than Wikipedia.com, it's UBER LOW security is a mock to
security administrators everywhere. Thank god winter is starting early....
BLOG Entry #48: December 5th, 2006; Surface of http:// UD
Shit!
Of course, of all planets I arrive on. I arrive at the one with guns a' blazing and pirates a plenty.
Some fucker pulled a knife on me, I pulled a GLOCK G-9 on him and put a bullet through his skull. Even worse, winter's staring to kick in, I ain't got NO EggNog, and the pub's closed.............
BLOG Entry #49: December 23rd. 2006; Urban Dictionary.com
This is fucked up.
Apparently, there IS security on this third-world site. Now, because some fucker swiped my Account Id, My ship's been locked andI'm freezing my fucking ass of in a prison.
Life is hell......
Prolouge - DeModded
Back in the ages of old, sonny, back before all your new fangled Review Systems and Co-Ed Voting and even your Forum Standards; Yes, I do mean THAT far back.
Far in the past, in what you kids may call ' The Primitive Age of Newgrounds', I was not the same old geezard sitting here telling you about the classic years of my adolescence. No, I was something MUCH different.
What, you ask?
Well, whether you believe it or not, I was a moderator. Yup, a powerful, overseeing-NG moderator. Born as a pure blood canidate, next-in-line in my family bloodline for modification, Tom Fulp approached me, himself, and asked me
" Hey, you want a job? "
Eagerly, a responded with a calm, passive, cheerful smile.
" OMFG! OH SHI! HOLY FUCKIN' CRAP. THX MAN1 U 133&~ THX SO MUCH!NG-R3NHG3BNG0ERBH8754FNBJ0-34JGUB54!!!!!
!3Pr#@*&#%@^@&RFGNREG43-0T354NBY747943BT9437T Y74383BT08B4T48GT80T1YT4087TY814HT10 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "
Now let's sit down in that new fancy blog room of yours and listen to how I became the proud, persistent, grandfather you see today. Be warned! DON'T TELL YOUR GRANDMA, SONNY! If she finds out I'm telling this story for the 300th time, oh she'll crack open the whip on both our arses!
- rubs ass, mentally remniscing the pain of past whippings -
Newgrounds is copyright and in ownership of Tom Fulp. I do not write to gain money, popularity, a life, or anything. I write because I'm bored and I just love reading responses, They make me laugh, which is slowly increasing my life expectancy. Which is apparenlty very short due to several bad smoking habits I have, posssibly due to my family history of smokers. But I digress, I do not claim or wish for ownership of Newgrounds because this is the worst site ever. If you are reading this, then you are probably a fag. Like me! WOOHOO! Let's have a FAG PARTY! CockFight anyone! WEEE!!!!!!!!!
RESTRICTIONS APPLY. RESULTS MAY VERY.
Yo Momma so fat, she got baptised at Sea World!
At 5/4/07 04:55 PM, Darklilangel23 wrote: if you got time to make this shit up you got wayyyyy too much time on your hands
read a book go jerk off join the boys and girls club do something anything!
I actually agree. (excluding the 'way too much time on your hands and the bottom comment)
In a more CIVILIZED and fluid matter.
I like stories, I like to write things for the hell of it, be they good or bad.
But the BBS stories are getting old. They're good and all, but OLD.
And plus, other than the title and first chapter, I've been reading this and NOTHING has entirely sparked my interest.
I just read CH.13. The dialouge was at a low.
It consists mainly of: (asked, screamed, and said ).
I can almost deal with this, but considering I'm criticuing this, I find it dull and listless/lacking.
I also find lack of depth here. Is this really going anywhere?
Your 67 years old, and you hold off Total-Havok with a knife?
And since when is Tom a dictator?
We ARE allowed to vote, and Tom is fair.
And there's one thing I still didn't understand. Why did YOU start the story, and then Cereal copied it over again?
Also, IP Banning? Where'd that one come from? Couldn't you just say 'deleted' or 'banned'
There were a few spelling and grammer mistakes in the first few chapters I read.
" UNLESH YOU STRENGTH AGAINST THEM! " ?
~Chapter 2
Okay............
Also, your descriptions of carnage weren't well made.\
From Chapter 2:
" The first few Ng members stepped on some mines and 40 died. They charged up the hill with the machine guns firing at them. There was no cover for the NG soldiers ."
Not feeling it.
Now if I recall correctly, Wade left Newgrounds and many NG Users/Registered Members followed. See, if they're the "NG Rebels", then why are they STILL in Newgrounds?
Isn't there a world outside?
Why do they remain "NG Members"?
If they left Newgrounds because of Tom's apparent cruelty, then why are they STILL members of this site.
"Around 7 Rebel machine guns fired down at them. They charged up the hill hoping they would make it. The hill was pretty high up, around 200 NG soldiers were killed. 7 Ng members made it to the top and took out the machine gunners. The rifle men began firing at all the advancing NG members. Everytime a new NG member made it to the top, they would be shot by all the rifle fire. Around 400 NG members died from getting to the top of the hill. The members were being shot by 93 rebels. Then 27 NG Users made it to the top at the sametime."
You did NOT describe that well. It was a SHORT battle, and was more of a bird's eye description. Plus, you kept using numbers, which indeed make it easier to read for some, your paragraph was...Hell, I don't even know if there's a name for it. Let's just say your words were....conglomerated.
GET OUT OF COVER AND SHOOT THE ADVANCING NG MEMBERS, FORGET DEATH!" screamed Wade as he pulled his rifle up and shot 2 NG members.
I guess that was cool. I don't know where you could have possibly ripped it from, so I guess it's okay.
"All the rebels stood up and fired onto the advancing users. Another 100 died from that. Newgrounds had lost 700 Ng Soldiers. The last 300 ran back to Newgrounds City, which is now known, as the Newgrounds Republic."
And that's where I draw the line. Tom's army of 1000 soliders get their asses kicked by Wade's only 100 rebels who know how to use a gun. I understand that power isn't in numbers, but in ingeniuty. And while that seems okay for some, of course only 300 of Tom's army survive. Corny.
"There was only 79 rebels left, but they did an excellent job at fending off 1000. Wade could tell that Tom did not train the NG soldiers well, but Wade taught his better. "
So Wade, in 1 month or however long before Tom atacked., is able to train 100 soldiers, better than an army of users who have been on Newgrounds for god knows how long?
Tom attacks Wade?
So, because Wade takes a few e-slaves and Tom loses some, the Webmaster of Newgrounds hunts down his own brother. And I though those two were close.
"E-Money" ?
I know you can think of a better NG Currency. Good for laughs, but for plotline?
Not so much....
Wade joins 4chan?
WTH Man?
I'm not even critcizing that one....
What year is this?
2015?
So if I die in Newgrounds, I'll NEVER be able to go online again? While that is tragic, it is also odd. Hell. I'd never have made an account twas that true. The only way I could see that working is if you were respawned, except with a different account, and possible memory loss.
Dude, I saw how you reacted to the guys shitting in your thread. And as far as I saw, you simply helped them make more of it.'
Well, it's a story. Get used to criticism, or you'll never survive the real world. Several famous authors are criticized (J.K Rowling, Lemony Snicket, Aaron Allston), for even stupider less logical reasons. I'm not criticizing your story for the fun of it, I LIKE reading, and this ISN'T the worst read I've read, compared to others and even my own.
So please don't flame me to death.
I call it as I see it.
Also, I'm still reading into this further, so your writing skills may have increased greatly. Feel free to disprove my reasoning.
Kudos with your story.
~ This is Rague, logging out.
