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At 12/30/06 12:39 PM, PowerPrower wrote: Also, just cause I've seen them coming up a good deal, and remember it from the past when NG had a picture thread in the general section, but please stop with the pics.

Eh? I'm sure it's still alright to link to pics in photobucket or wherever, right? Please clarify.

At 12/30/06 09:48 AM, Phantom wrote: Mafia – Ragnarök

Now that's a nice story. I am humbled and terrified by it's scope and cannot imagine how you find the time to write these monsters. It's been a while, but I hope I'll be able to get my next chapter out this week...

At 12/30/06 12:52 PM, Pimplediddy wrote: I wonder who will replace Geo...

If you're talking about his position as the village idiot, I'll gladly take it over. I've got the beer-stained shirts necessary for that department.

At 12/30/06 12:20 PM, Marsupial wrote: Sheesh, the story is good, how long does it take you to write them? Why aren't I in any stories? When I write mine, I'll try to include as many people as possible.

It takes about 2 days if you have time, I didn't...

At 12/30/06 12:32 PM, TheLebanese wrote: Oh shit I forgot to multi quote when I posted, anyway the story is really good, actually it's awesome 5.5/5 great job especially because you took the time to narrate every detail,

Thanks.

oh and the triv stumbling on the hil..., not funny

Well then, we know who dies in the third part early...Besides, because the story is based on general mythological trivia. I wanted him in a center role, but not to look almighty.

I'll take your word on that one

You damn better.

At 12/30/06 12:39 PM, PowerPrower wrote: Relax a little, take a chillpill and down that with some beer.

"Phantom's eyes widen wildly, he bites on Prower's arm. He chews off a big chunk filled with flesh blood ands bone"
"He's one of them!!" Shouts out a random voice
" Nah, he's just pissed...Again. Speaks up Boris while passing through with a cup of warm tea in hand , a pipe hanging off the side of his mouth and the daily paper in his arm pit and large silk dark red robe

Your story was very interesting and of course epic in all proportions. Good question would be how long does it take you to write those? I wish I could write something that long and keep it interesting the whole time... ;_;

Like I said, if I have the time, about 2 days, but it's so damn hard to have the time to write.

At 12/30/06 01:29 PM, Ghanden wrote: Now that's a nice story. I am humbled and terrified by it's scope and cannot imagine how you find the time to write these monsters. It's been a while, but I hope I'll be able to get my next chapter out this week...

Ever since my return to the mafia, I've been trying to put stories on a larger scale. I promise you #3 will be massive, even when compared to these.

At 12/30/06 01:29 PM, Ghanden wrote: Eh? I'm sure it's still alright to link to pics in photobucket or wherever, right? Please clarify.

That's still fine to do, no worries. I was refering to the pics that I've seen a few members posting made from the warning label genrator. Sometimes they can be funny and such, but I've seen too many of them coming up as of late. Most of the are the same thing about "if you fuck with the NG Mafia, we fuck with you" basically, maybe worded differently. We're not all about that anymore either, so please with all due respect slow down with the pics from warninglabelgenerator.com, they're good and all at times, but since we've had a mod in here about alt abuse we're probably under watch. So best to keep conduct pretty clean for right now is all I'm saying.

Against all odds and reality itself, I have completed my new chapter. Truly, my mystic opulence shines brighter than ever. Continued from here.

Downfall

Day 5, part 3: Pojox

Pojox walked into the mafia's infirmary to check on Hitman. Strauss' order for him to watch him until he got better must have been null and void at this point, but he thought it the right thing to do. Hitman was lounging about in his bed, reading a magazine, probably the newest Playboy or something, Pojox figured. He walked up to him.

"So, how you feeling?", he asked. "Strauss wants you back on the job ASAP."
Hitman put the magazine down and hopped out of bed. "Really?", he asked. "If I had known that, I'd have left earlier. I feel better than ever!"
"Well, that's good.", said Pojox, trying to seem interested. He really, really wanted to just go to his room and his new tablet.

As the two of them walked out of the infirmary, they heard several cars pull up to the mansion. "Hmm? Who'll that be? Triv and the others shouldn't be back yet."
"What? Where did they go?", asked Hitman.
"Oh, Triv's taking Tangent and Regus to look for some info on Black. I guess he just wanted to get out of the lab for a change.", answered Pojox, as he walked to the window.
There were two cars outside and he didn't recognize either of them.

"Who the hell could it be?", asked Hitman, now looking through the window next to him.
Two men came out of the car, wearing black suits. Hitman said something under his breath and walked to the door. "H-hey Hitman, come back here!", said Pojox.
"No! As the head of the security, I've got to check these guys out!"
Pojox turned back to the window to see three more men come out of the car. These three, however, were armed to the teeth.

"Hitman, get away from that door!!", Pojox screamed. It was too late, though. Hitman's face turned pale as he opened the front door and nearly avoided being torn apart by the hail of gunfire. He fell to his knees as it stopped. Pojox watched in horror. The assassins had missed on purpose. Hitman was dead, but they wanted to play with him.

Hitman screamed, "Son-of-a-bitch!!" and tried to take out his gun, but he was thrown back against the wall and riddled by bullets. Pojox cursed and ducked back into the infirmary.
His fear was doubled when he realized that he wasn't armed.

Boris

Boris had arrived just in time to see the men open fire on the mansion. The gunfire was loud and terrible, but the old man next to him slept on. Boris prayed that there were no casualties so far and turned the car around. If he was going to get in, he'd have to go around the back.

He had already phoned Nomad and told him that Ghanden was going to pick him up, leaving out the important detail that his life was in serious danger. The clock on the car said that the day was almost over. If he could keep Triv alive and if Ghanden could take Nomad somewhere safe for another day, he would win the bet and save everyone.

Now he just wished he could save himself. 25 days left and plenty of time to die.

Ghanden

Ghanden pulled up to Nomader's house. He was amazed by how easily driving here had taken the breath out of him. He was sure that his illness wouldn't slow him down! He wrote it off as an effect of stress and walked to the door.

The house was quite nice. It was light blue and there were roses in the garden. Nomad hadn't been here very long, but the place certainly looked smart. Ghanden wondered if he had settled down yet....Getting back to business, he rang the bell. Nomad opened the door immediately and brought him inside.

"How's it going Ghanden? I haven't seen you for quite a while!", he laughed.
"Yeah, about a year. Hey, I think we should be going.", said Ghanden.
"Oh? Why's that?", asked Nomad. "No time for a glass of Samuel Adams?"
Ghanden's face brightened immediately. "Well, I guess my schedule's not so tight after all!"

As he poured his glass, Nomader addressed Ghanden. "Don't tell anyone....but I think I'm going to be quitting this crime business soon. I'm making a tidy sum as a freelance lawyer and there's this gal...."
"Your secret's safe with me.", said Ghanden. He was happy for him, it couldn't be easy covering for their asses all the time. Changing the subject, Nomader asked, "So, you're going to be my bodyguard? You still seem a bit ill, are you up for it?"
"Are you kidding? I eat cantina wire for breakfast and piss napalm! I think I can handle a little babysitting, thank you very much!", said Ghanden, jokingly.

Suddenly, a car screeched to a halt in front of the house. Ghanden and Nomader looked outside and, at the same time, said: "Oh, shit."

To be continued...

At 12/30/06 05:13 AM, sabosh wrote: Yeah, I find it really funny when you talk about "no one liners!", "improve your grammar", or stuff like that, and than, in a nervous seizure, mess the whole grammar, all in favor to stop the "darn noobies that cannot write well", or don't have a high enaugh level of education.... I think you shouldn't be so nasty with the poor noobies, I mean, come on.... Imagine yourself in that position. You see this firendly little society and want to join, and blah! you get crap thrown in your face... Not that some don't actually deseve it, but with the reputation of the mafia, it's out of place, really.
I appologize for possible spelling errors.(Since it's so important to you)

dude where the fuck do you get off? do you know how long we've been here? you come in and tell us how to run our club, the most active thread on newgrounds, which we have run for over 2 years without your help.

yes, spelling errors are VERY important to me. if you can't spell, you don't deserve to even live, much less be a member here.

but in all seriousness, the two that we turned down weren't exactly newbies. they were members for at least 1 year, and had already posted several hundred posts. if you look you can see all of them were one-liners.

perhaps you should come in here and get to know everything we do, have done, and what we are about before putting your nose in our business. yes my capo's are harsh, sometimes mean, and also unnecessarily brash, but they get the job done, and i get what i want, which is people that are willing to put actual contents in our posts, rather than one-line spamfests which fill up the thread with crap and risks us being locked.

maybe you should think of these things before criticizing an established club, especially its owner.

Yes I was talking about the Muslim celebration of eid where they fast etc. but sadly their celebration was interrupted when Saddam was hanged. Either they are rejoicing or mourning the outcome of their response vary from family to family.

At 12/30/06 04:30 PM, Shade-Hedgehog wrote: Yes I was talking about the Muslim celebration of eid where they fast etc. but sadly their celebration was interrupted when Saddam was hanged. Either they are rejoicing or mourning the outcome of their response vary from family to family.

I for one am glad they killed the bastard. They should have brought him here to be hung, but we only hang Nazi war criminals I guess. Any more responses to my work, it took long enough and a lot of work, any comment from some one with some power here would be indeed lovely.

At 12/30/06 04:40 PM, Phantom wrote:

I for one am glad they killed the bastard. They should have brought him here to be hung, but we only hang Nazi war criminals I guess.

I wanted to see the entire hanging, but NOOOO, the stupid media thought teh world was too squeemish. If only Hitler was killed publicaly (sp) like this, I would die happy. Ah, well, his shitty ashes are resting at the bottom of the Rhine, so who cares.

Any more responses to my work, it took long enough and a lot of work, any comment from some one with some power here would be indeed lovely.

I am currently infused with the power of Pepsi (I drank too mach again), does that count?
I would give it a 9. Whoo, go you, can't wait for the next installment.

At 12/30/06 09:48 AM, Phantom wrote: Snype’s rotten body was tossed to the sea.

Sorry for the double post, I kinda missed this, but couldnt you of had the decency of giving me a PROPER burial? After all the weapons and shit I made, I get a watery grave? No fair.

My rating drops to 8.5 / 10 :P

At 12/30/06 06:29 PM, Snype wrote: Sorry for the double post, I kinda missed this, but couldnt you of had the decency of giving me a PROPER burial? After all the weapons and shit I made, I get a watery grave? No fair.

You were killed by the demon Fenrir in Norway, you couldn't expect the whole team to bare the stench of a decaying body on the way back. It seemed nicer to scatter you at sea than leave the dismembered body on the snow in a pool of blood and body parts. You should be thanking me...

As for part 3, keep your pants on, I really have hardly time at all to write, so it could take about 2 weeks if I only have one day a week to write.

At 12/30/06 07:12 PM, Phantom wrote:

You were killed by the demon Fenrir in Norway, you couldn't expect the whole team to bare the stench of a decaying body on the way back. It seemed nicer to scatter you at sea than leave the dismembered body on the snow in a pool of blood and body parts. You should be thanking me...

Then keep me in a plastic bag or something...

LOL

But really, I do think that a watery grave is a kinda crappy burial. Hell, I know for a fact that Triv has some sonar devices and shit like that, can you come get me after you prevent the Ragnok? PLEEEEEEEASE?

At 12/30/06 07:22 PM, Snype wrote: Then keep me in a plastic bag or something...

Like we had them in stock >_>

But really, I do think that a watery grave is a kinda crappy burial. Hell, I know for a fact that Triv has some sonar devices and shit like that, can you come get me after you prevent the Ragnok? PLEEEEEEEASE?

I don't like resurrecting characters or stuff like that but if I gave you another appearance as a minion to the Greek king of the underworld (Not God of it), would that be more pleasing?

At 12/30/06 07:36 PM, Phantom wrote: Like we had them in stock >_>

But we're the FREAKING MAFIA!

I don't like resurrecting characters or stuff like that but if I gave you another appearance as a minion to the Greek king of the underworld (Not God of it), would that be more pleasing?

Yes, but I meant that after you prevented the Ragnok, get my dead, dismembered body back and bury it at the mafia mansion, that's it. No resurection, no voodoo, just a proper burial. :)

At 12/30/06 05:13 AM, sabosh wrote: Imagine yourself in that position. You see this firendly little society and want to join, and blah! you get crap thrown in your face.

We don't have to imagine. Many of us were, at one point, in that position. I got over-excited, for example, and was chewed out as a result. Is this a bad thing? Hell no. It's established us as the most active, intelligable, and generally bad-ass thing here. Did I like my welcome? Hell no! However, I'm a better person now beacause of it, and a retrospective thank you is the most I can give. I like who I've become. Calm and collected, all the time. Now, who's got some sugar, the pixies are calling again...

At 12/30/06 05:29 AM, MrTrivia wrote:

At 12/29/06 10:59 PM, BlindTiger wrote: Triv when's my next test as Expert/ Head of the Armor Department... or can I just gradually come up with items whenever I want.

You've passed your test, so now you can come up wit armor design as you see fit. If you want, I can teach you how to work with rare materials such as Gundanium and Adamantium.

Congratulations, good to have you on the team. And watch out for Triv's special alloys, they're tricky, to say the least.

At 12/30/06 09:48 AM, Phantom wrote: Mafia – Ragnarök
By Phantom
Part 2 of 3: Egyptian.

Very nice. Gripping, and well, long. Very, very long.

At 12/30/06 02:40 PM, Ghanden wrote: Downfall

Day 5, part 3: Pojox

Ooh, I like where this is going.

So I was spending the night at a buddies, and I had another nightmare. The mafia got locked...again. I woke up on the floor, writhing in a pool of cold sweat, and had no clue where I was. Once I figured the latter, I said to myself, 'Man, I gotta stop thinking so much.' Seriously, what happened to the ludicrous prospect of a good dream? I need a drink...

Nice sig, Prower. That one's my favorite of the bunch.

At 12/30/06 05:29 AM, MrTrivia wrote:

At 12/29/06 10:59 PM, BlindTiger wrote: Triv when's my next test as Expert/ Head of the Armor Department... or can I just gradually come up with items whenever I want.

You've passed your test, so now you can come up wit armor design as you see fit. If you want, I can teach you how to work with rare materials such as Gundanium and Adamantium.

Yes I can always use some new tricks. I will try to make at least one suit of armor every week starting on Monday. On another note, GeoHunter really really messed up, Strauss is gonna me mad for a while, heh...

At 12/30/06 07:17 AM, Marsupial wrote: Mr Trivia, have I passed my test? If so I shall begin work on designing a new vehicle. I see Blind-Tiger has passed, well done, I never thought he would get in (no offense man). Does anybody here like older music by the Wu-Tang-Clan and Nas? I was just listening to some old CDs and I have to say, it's better than most of the shit that has been released over the past 7 years.

I'm not sure if you've even taken it yet. I was hoping for a story in which you scramble to reinstall fuses and spark plugs, then drive like a bat out of hell to clear the checkpoint in time.

At 12/30/06 09:48 AM, Phantom wrote: Mafia – Ragnarök
By Phantom
Part 2 of 3: Egyptian.

Once again, you've produced an excellent story. I'll give you a 9.75 out of 10 to practice on my new grading scale (which rounds up to a 5 out of 5 on the old one).

And now, a short story concerning the fate of the Gadget Division:

The New Q

At long last, the relay race that would prove the worth of Mr. Trivia's new Gadget Candidates had begun. Sirockalot and Pimplediddy went through the corridors of the obstacle course and took their positions, then Geohunter started the clock and ran inside the first leg. With energy cell in hand, he ran up to the laser and infrared beams, nearly running straight into them. Then Geohunter remembered Triv's instructions and backpedalled to a table containing tools and hardware. He set down the energy cell and grabbed the right parts to fabricate a pair of infrared goggles. Turning on the goggles, Geohunter saw every beam clearly and started ducking and weaving through them.
"Penalty!" announced a computerized voice. Geohunter had forgotten to pick up the energy cell, and was forced to go back for it. Of course, the sudden voice startled him into tripping a beam. "Warning!" One more screw-up and Geohunter would lose, complicating the test for his teammates.
Eventually, Geohunter made it through the laser obstacle with baton in hand. It took him about 7 minutes and 50 seconds to clear a 5:30 event, so he'd have to get through the next in about a minute to stay under par. Geohunter found a compound bow, an aluminum arrow, and 40 feet of nylon rope in front of him, and remembered that Triv said these were to clear the 30 foot gap. He tied the rope to the arrow and shot it into a section of wall across the ridge, then tied the loose end to an anchor point on his side. Geohunter tried gliding his bow across the rope, similar to a zipline, but the anchor point was too low for it to work. He then let go of his bow and pulled himself hand over hand along the rope. Evidently, Geohunter didn't tie the rope tight enough, because about five feet from the other edge, it came loose from the anchor point. Geohunter swung directly into the edge, breaking six ribs and letting go of the rope to fall 30 feet onto his head. The last thing he heard was the computerized voice chiding "Forfeit!"
Sirockalot and Pimplediddy were notified of Geohunter's death and resulting failure, and joined Mr. Trivia in the conference room.
"Now that we're down to two candidates," started Triv, "it'll be easier to test you. One of you will get the chance at the position of Gadget Expert, and the other will be his assistant assuming he passes the test."
Sirockalot and Pimplediddy played a game of Jenken (Rock, Paper, Scissors) to see who went for the final test. Sirockalot chose scissors quickly, while Pimplediddy hesitated. He almost opened his hand to reveal paper, but balled it back into a tight fist for rock. "Pimplediddy wins!" announced the same voice that haunted Geohunter.
"So Pimplediddy," said Mr. Trivia, "now you will have to build me a gadget that meets these criteria..."
Triv handed over a sheet of paper reading the following:
1.) Decomposes/vaporozes deceased individuals
2.) Handheld/pocket-sized
3.) Powerful enough to clear an entire battlefield in one charge (assuming it runs on a battery or energy cell)

"Try to be quick about it," said Mr. Trivia, pointing towards Geohunter's corpse. "He's not getting any fresher."

Notes:
Pimplediddy, you have until January 7th at 23:59 Romeo (11:59 PM EST) to post a story about or the specs of this invention. Failure will result in a demotion to Trainee.
Also, if it's alright with you, I'd like to start calling you Diddy in my stories - Pimplediddy is a little too long to type on a regular basis.
Sirockalot will get a shot at being Gadget Expert if Pimplediddy does not meet the deadline, but would face a different challenge.

At 12/30/06 09:20 PM, MrTrivia wrote:

At 12/30/06 07:17 AM, Marsupial wrote:

Notes:
Pimplediddy, you have until January 7th at 23:59 Romeo (11:59 PM EST) to post a story about or the specs of this invention. Failure will result in a demotion to Trainee.
Also, if it's alright with you, I'd like to start calling you Diddy in my stories - Pimplediddy is a little too long to type on a regular basis.

Alright, I'll do my be t to get the specs in as soon as I can. And call me Diddy is fine, I understand how the lenght could get annoying. And it has a nice ring to it.

At 12/30/06 02:40 PM, Ghanden wrote: Downfall

Day 5, part 3: Pojox

Hey, cool, I come back to find a story with me in it. Nice job, it was great. I really felt the tension when the guys with the guns came to the door and killed Hitman. Wow. this story gets better and better.

So what did I miss? I saw Geohunter got kicked out. A pity, he seemed like an okay guy.

And the Network 13 is coming along nicely. Our site is almost ready, and we have forums up, we should be able to post it all here on NG by January.

At 12/30/06 02:40 PM, Ghanden wrote:

Downfall
Day 5, part 3: Pojox

You dirty bastard. I was waiting on a day to myself in this one. What do I get? Riddled with bullets? Thanks alot Ghandi. Im going to remeber this. I have been inspired to write, and plan on making something up off the top of my head. Anyway, this one is great. I cant wait. Oh and cmon, this is the perfect time for a Linky

I'd like everyone to stop giving excuses and apologizing for double posts. We can assume you didn't do it on purpose, unless your on your 5th post in a row.

Although i have no authority, i can still recommend shit just fine.

At 12/30/06 08:41 PM, PenitentTangent wrote: We don't have to imagine.

You beat me too it. I had practically the same exact speech ready for posting. Grr...I'll post it anyways.

At 12/30/06 05:13 AM, sabosh wrote: Imagine yourself in that position. You see this firendly little society and want to join, and blah! you get crap thrown in your face

I can imagine that situation. I was in it. As was most of us. But we managed to prove ourselves, and in the end, became wonderful members here. And it's not just their grammar (it's just fun to make fun of that) it's also them flaming this place because they didn't get in on first try.

At 12/30/06 02:35 AM, Ghost wrote:

At 12/29/06 08:13 PM, Onizero wrote: Excuse punk but while you did nifty shit I was working on 300 hundred intellingent posts when did that little shit go play with yourself before you talk to me again all you do is click the camera and post it to a site while other people write their ass off now shut the fuck up and stop being a dick

Now see, you're just an idiot, plain and simple. I do not want anyone in my club who claims to make intelligent posts and can't spell intelligent. Also, if you don't know that when you write a number you don't have to spell it after, just thought you might like o know that, since you make intelligent posts and all. Lastly, you haven't improved at all, you're still the punk that tried joining before. you're no longer welcome here.

You forgot the part where after the first line, nothing at all makes sense. Like the twilight zone. He changes tenses at least twices, and obviously tried to intertwine three insults/sentences into one. I also haven't the faintest idea what he's talking about with "click the camera and post it to a site while other people write their ass off".

I'd also like to mention Onizero, at least he has a dick

i think.

Rise of Umbrella
Part 9

Phantom came to in the hallway and shot up immediately, looking around at his surroundings with a quick glance all around. He was surprised he was left alone and not harmed while out cold on the floor for the time he was unconscious. He then looked down at his hand, remembering that little encounter with Prower. Surprisingly enough, his glove on the hand he thought his finger was cut off of showed his index finger to be right where it should be. The only difference was that it wasn't covered by the glove, the hard, armor like shielding of the gloves being sliced off instead of his finger. He laughed and pulled off the gloves and tossed them to the floor, picking up his assault rifle and slinging it over his shoulder. His kevlar vest had stopped the bullet, but left a sore feeling in his left frontal rib area as he took a couple steps forward and then stopped as the pain grew into a stabbing sensation in his side. It was lucky he had his armor reinforced with some extra cash, or that shot would have surely not been stopped and he'd have been dead. He grumbled some and looked around to make sure he was still in a safe position.
"Fucking furry, I'm gonna skin his ass the next time I see him and make a fur coat out of him..." Phantom grumbled. He slumped down the wall and sat there, catching his breath and feeling the sharp pain with each breath in his left ribs. Unzipping a pack on his side he pulled out a small medkit and took a pair of sutures and pulled the slug out from the vest, exposing a hole straight to his bruised, bare skin. He took a small tube of ointment and applied some to the hole and gasped, clenching his teeth as the cream set in, relieving the pain slightly. He took a glance at the tube and saw that it was an Umbrella product and muttered, tossing the tube aside.
"Fuck that, and fuck Umbrella..." he sighed, closing his eyes as he rested in the empty hall way. He was there for about ten minutes when he heard a noise come from the right side of the hall. He opened his eyes and got up slowly, trying not to agitate his wound as he shuffled down to the end and peered around the corner very stealthily. He didn't see anything at first, and then he thought he saw the silhouette of a person rounding the corner just as his gaze focused in on it. He grabbed his pistol from his hip holster and pulled the slide back and clenched his teeth, rounding the corner. If it's Prower, he's dead... was his only thought. He threw open the door at the end of the hall as it led into a wider room that had different works of art sitting out on display. Phantom checked the entrance to the room and found it to be secure, then began to examine the setting he had walked in to.

The room was pretty extravagant, some small display pedestals sat off to the side of one wall with some vases and fine china on display. Just to be a little curious, he reached into the vase and ended up stumbling upon something and fished it out, his efforts finding him a key. There was a faded tag on the end of it that read "101", him assuming it was to a room somewhere. The big question was where, since the mansion was so damn big it could have been anywhere. To the right of the pedestals was a door, a grin appearing on his face as he walked up to it with key in hand.
"That was almost way too easy." he said to himself with a smirk, trying to insert the key to only find out it didn't fit. He then tried the door to make sure it was actually locked and that's when he saw the key pad by the wooden door. Grumbling he pocketed the key into one of his zippers on his uniform and then made his way down the hall slightly. He came upon a row of doors, seeing they had nameplates above the doors with numbers on them. He laughed a little and kept going until he came to the one reading 101 and then stopped and unlocked it. He pocketed the key again and was about to go in when he heard something and stopped. His hand was held out, frozen above the door knob as he concentrated, focusing his ears to find out where it was coming from. At first he couldn't tell what it was, but then the noise grew audibly louder and was sounding somewhat like a loud buzzing sound. He opened the door and the sound came rushing from within, sounding like a weed whipper on crack as the sight before him numbed him where he stood. There were bees flying about, the slight catch to all of this were these bees were about the size of your typical American baseball. They were swarming about the room in a frenzy, some people lie dead on the floor of the room, swelled up from the massive bee stings they had received prior to death. There was a large hive in the one corner that Phantom could barely see as sheets of these things flew around. When some had began to make their way to the door he slammed it shut as they hit against it with a solid thud, some of their stingers leaving small splinters on the outside of the door from where they impacted.
"....I have no idea what the hell kind of things were going on in here, but I'm going to get to the bottom of it." he said. There were two other rooms in the hall, so he tried his luck with the next door over, which opened up very easily with the metallic noises of the knob turning as he headed inside cautiously.

"So lemme get this straight, he's been infected?" Pojox asked, a concerned look on his face. Tangent nodded and then looked at the safe.
"And what we want is in there, to fix him." he told Pojox. "So help me find out where the hell the code for this thing is."
Tangent ran over and threw open the drawers of the solemn desk in the room and started to scan through papers, looking for any sort of clue that could be the combination to the small case on the floor. Short just remained leaned up against the wall, resting his eyes and breathing as Pojox thought to himself deeply and tried out something else with the small box. He leaned his head down to it as he pressed the buttons on the panel and listened to the noises it made. After hitting in the sequence he had pressed, the small box's number on the electronic grid changed to one, Pojox looked over to Tangent, who was now looking at him with a stern look.
"I thought we agreed you weren't going to play with the shiny box again Pojo?" Tangent asked, cocking a brow at him. Pojox laughed nervously and then walked over to a chair and sat down in it, Tangent returning to looking for any clues. He had stumbled upon the manual for the small safe, but turned up nothing other than how to set it up, entering the desired password and all that jazz. Tossed the book down and huffed, slamming the bottom of his fists onto the desk with a growl.
"I didn't expect Triv to be so careless to leave something critical laying around, and it still goes to show with anything he does he keeps his tracks very well covered." Tangent said, closing his eyes and kicking back in the comfy office chair.
"He was always a smart one, so it's no surprise he didn't." Pojox said, his eyes glaring at the safe again. Almost as if he had telepathy, Tangent opened his eyes and glared at Pojox sternly.

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"Don't even look at it..." he said, lowering his eyes at him as Pojox sunk deeper into the chair. Tangent then lowered his gaze and saw something scribbled on the back of the manual for the safe. He picked it up and looked at it curiously, not exactly sure what it was. Pojox hopped up and bounded over, looking over the shoulder of the massive black leather chair to see if he could see anything.
"What's up there Mr. Tangent?" he asked, looking at the book.
"Not sure, it's written in some kind of code I think..." Tangent replied, looking at it. The two stood there and then Pojo laughed a little. "What's so funny, I miss you telling a funny joke about shemales again?"
"No no, that's not in code at all. It's actually just written backwards." Pojox said. Tangent glared at it and then noticed that indeed it was just a four digit number written completely backwards.
"Well well, isn't that something? Nice work Pojo!" he said, looking around for a mirror or anything. There wasn't even a damn thing like that around, so as a last resort Tangent used the casing on the metal safe to try and make out the numbers. In the end, Tangent figure the code to be "3862" as he punched in the keys and with a silent click the lights on the case went out and it went dark inside of it. Tangent dropped the book and stared at it, a shocked look on his face.
"What the FUCK?! I did what it said exactly, I entered the damn code!" Tangent yelled as he clenched his fists. He was about to pummel the shit out of the box when Pojox put a hand on his shoulder.
"You did good Mr. Tangent, you did good." he said. Tangent looked at him confusedly as Pojox took a hand and opened the lid of the box, the contents within exposed to them now. It was a small green tube filled with a green substance, assumadly the vaccine for the Virus that had caused the pandemonium. Tangent grabbed it with glee and celebrated in his own little way, dancing around.
"Hey Short, we got-" he said as he turned around and stopped when he saw Short, looking as if he wasn't breathing or anything at all. He almost dropped the tube, but almost as if on cue Pojox grabbed Tangent's hand with the vaccine in it and made sure he didn't.
"Looks like we were too late..." Pojox murmured as Tangent looked at Short's motionless body.

Crap... I missed the other parts while I was away from the C&C, and the story I guess I was in. Oh well. Good story anywayz.

So the virus affected me...?

At 12/31/06 01:13 AM, ShortMonkey wrote: So the virus affected me...?

That's right, you're good and dead me boy. Excellent story Prower, l've just added yours, Ghandens, and Phantom's to the archive, and there they'll stay. Good job guys.

At 12/30/06 09:17 PM, BlindTiger wrote: On another note, GeoHunter really really messed up, Strauss is gonna me mad for a while, heh...

It will pass soon. hopefully..., it really isn't anything too drastic or severe. The only thing I've noticed about this month that is different from our past is the fact that we have ejected two members from our ranks. That is usually unheard of, as I said before, with our growth there will come the common asshole who just pisses us off or who thinks they are above everyone else.

We better get used to it

At 12/31/06 02:17 AM, Boris-4-U wrote: That's right, you're good and dead me boy.

Damn... anyway, I see you've changed your signature again, your best one was the one made by Turkeybean.

At 12/30/06 11:04 PM, PowerPrower wrote: Rise of Umbrella
Part 9

You know, I was just thinking to myself a few hours ago 'What happens to a lot of these good stories in the Mafia? They just sorta peter out and everyone forgets about them. Like that one Prower was making.' 5/5, as it's well written, funny, descriptive, and I hadn't died yet, or was used solely in a cameo for comic releif. Although I do like my nonesensical cameos....

At 12/30/06 04:30 PM, Shade-Hedgehog wrote: Yes I was talking about the Muslim celebration of eid where they fast etc.

allow me to correct your arabic eid= celebration so what you said is
"Yes I was talking about the Muslim celebration of celebration where they feast etc."
What you mean is:
"Yes I was talking about the Muslim celebration of Adha where they feast etc"
Another example of th use of "eid": eid el-Milad=Christmas, eid rass el-sene=New years

At 12/31/06 01:13 AM, ShortMonkey wrote: Crap... I missed the other parts while I was away from the C&C, and the story I guess I was in. Oh well. Good story anywayz.

Welcome back Short, it's been a while,haven't seen you on MSN either, how's "Have a Nice Day" going?

So the virus affected me...?

Yes it dd...

At 12/31/06 03:33 AM, PenitentTangent wrote:

Sorry I didn't notice you in the room I was posting, you could have rang me...

Also Hitman, the Backround in your sig is wrong

Is there a place were all the stories go? Is there a section on the site or something, because I alwayse feel like reading them but pages go by really fast here and you miss everything :P

Well, at first I'm glad we discovered the secret of the Eid :), and I'm proud of my post the other day of me doing some reviewing... Any way, I got two of the older members pissed off, and one with a slightly positive response. It's good that you did reply, I feel god about it, and it's not that bad for me to get some attention. I didn't want to make you look bad, just for you to scence my presence a bit. I mean, it wasn't a joke, but nothing to serious. I remember one of you said that tere were two non-noob members turned down, but I also remember the definition of noob, which was about the pure mental development of the subject. And, to tell you the truth, when I think about it, I really shouldn't stick my nose around, although that was not the intent of the previous post, and you're right, you MUST show some harshness to get respect.
Well, respect dude!
I admit my little mistake, and I promise not to get in your business, at least ot until I'ma true member. ;p. Half is forgiven to the one that admits....
<I really make some deep-minded posts, don't I?>
P.S. There is a lot of irony and sarcasm in this post, so don't undertand it exactly the way it says, since I already got miss-understood.