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Post by PJ on Jun 6, 2005 22:11:23 GMT -5
Coming soon:
Net Wars: Episode 1 The Intelecteers Strike Back
Featuring (in alphabetical order): -Akbar -Amber -Antenora -Battle-Droid -BSam -Captiosus -Celinra -Colin -Dante -Dave -Derik -Ennui -E-Vists -J. -Jacques -Michael -Pandora -PJ -Scam -Vists -Walter
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Post by Ennui on Jun 7, 2005 1:16:07 GMT -5
I'm going to enjoy this a lot.
"It is not the Way of the Intellect, young apprentice."
"Only a really cool member deals in absolutes."
"Read some Camus, I will. An incisive understanding of pre-war French literature, I have."
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Post by Dante on Jun 7, 2005 3:15:58 GMT -5
I should probably actually watch Episode III sometime.
Ahem. Yeah. Sounds neat, and Walter is in it - oh. Dave... That's your lightsaber spoon, isn't it, PJ? This should be... interesting.
And I've read some Camus.
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Post by PJ on Jun 7, 2005 3:56:22 GMT -5
I'm going to enjoy this a lot. "It is not the Way of the Intellect, young apprentice." "Only a really cool member deals in absolutes." "Read some Camus, I will. An incisive understanding of pre-war French literature, I have." Oh crud, I forgot to add the Yoda language! Oh well, Antenora will just have to speak normally then...
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Antenora
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Post by Antenora on Jun 7, 2005 5:13:57 GMT -5
I don't mind speaking normally.
And the lightsaber spoon(which was placed in your package of cereal by divine forces) is always fun. This ought to be interesting.
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Post by PJ on Jun 7, 2005 5:15:51 GMT -5
I don't mind speaking normally. And the lightsaber spoon(which was placed in your package of cereal by divine forces) is always fun. This ought to be interesting. Yes. A duel between Dave and Walter will, of course, take place.
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Post by Celinra on Jun 7, 2005 14:26:16 GMT -5
I think I am going to make up a name for my Katana. If other people's weapons can have names, then so can mine.
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Post by PJ on Jun 7, 2005 15:40:29 GMT -5
I think I am going to make up a name for my Katana. If other people's weapons can have names, then so can mine. Bob is good. Or Peter. We need some girl-weapons/animate objects, though, so Arielle or Allison are also cool. "It is not the Way of the Intellect, young apprentice." That is SO going into the story. But where?
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Post by Celinra on Jun 7, 2005 16:29:25 GMT -5
My katana's name is Hanakane (ha-na-ka-nay). It's a Japanese girl's name (it's a katana, it's only appropriate it has a Japanese name). "Hana" means "graceful," "Kane" means "warrior."
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Post by Charles Vane on Jun 7, 2005 20:54:57 GMT -5
..I've been thinking it was pronounced totally wrong but when I say Hanakane! it sounds like a war cry. And hanakane! is a cool name because it is original.
I'm excited for this story. Because I am.
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Post by BSam on Jun 7, 2005 20:58:18 GMT -5
..I've been thinking it was pronounced totally wrong but when I say Hanakane! it sounds like a war cry. And hanakane! is a cool name because it is original. I'm excited for this story. Because I am. and i'm in it so it must be good
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Post by Charles Vane on Jun 7, 2005 21:03:22 GMT -5
..I've been thinking it was pronounced totally wrong but when I say Hanakane! it sounds like a war cry. And hanakane! is a cool name because it is original. I'm excited for this story. Because I am. and i'm in it so it must be good Exactly. PJ are the people listed all on one side or are some of them good and some evil?
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Post by PJ on Jun 7, 2005 21:47:45 GMT -5
PJ are the people listed all on one side or are some of them good and some evil? Nope, it's a mixed bunch. And heeeeres Entry One! “Now there is peace in the Internet, young ones, but it was not always so.” Said the old man, his features covered by a homespun cloak. Lightning flashed outside, and the children huddled closer. The old man reached into his robes and withdrew one of the many stories that were on display in the Chaotic Creativity section, in New-667. He blew off the dust with a horrible sounding rasp and showed the children the old musty tome. Its cover was made from some old and cracked material, most likely leather, but it was too worn for one to be sure. In faded gold letters, the words “Net Wars” could be read. “I will now tell you of a time when the Dark Side of the Code ruled the Internet, and the might of the old Empire was unrivalled.” “Where you alive then?” A small but curious child asked. The old man coughed and nodded. “I was indeed alive back then, but I was young and foolish. Now listen, children, for this story is about to begin. Ahem.”Net Wars: Episode 1 The Intelecteers Strike Back Entry One The Internet is now dark place. It has been dominated by the dark side of the Code, ever since the ancient order of 667 was corrupted. When the great leader Tragedy passed away, an Intelecteer known as Derik took his place. Little did the rest of the order know that Derik was no Intelecteer. He was part of the evil order known as the Haxx0rz. Then, as leader of 667, he corrupted the order, killing many, and shattering the ancient order. A few Intelecteers escaped, and scattered throughout the galaxy, in exile, for Derik was more powerful than each of them. One Intelecteer, however, stayed with Derik to learn the dark side of the Code. This member was known as PJ. With 667 destroyed, the entire Internet was unbalanced, and the peace was shattered. N00bs overwhelmed several sites, but the iron fist of the Empire, lead by Darth Derik, controlled almost everything else. This story, however, is not about the destruction of 667. No. This story begins with the Dark Lord PJ, who was stalking through the internet, destroying any resistance of the Empire, cleansing really cool member infested planets, and was currently hunting down the surviving members of the Intelecteers. The Code is all around us. It is part of our lives. But many do not see it. In fact, there are but two groups who do see the code, and are able to manipulate it. In bygone ages, the two groups where known as “Programmers” and “Hackers”. But, over time, they had been given different names, the Programmers became the Intelecteers, and the Hackers became the Haxx0rz. These two groups are almost identical, except for one fact: The Intelecteers manipulate the Code for the good of the Internet, the Haxx0rz for evil. Eons ago, it was said, the two groups had been one, but, the stories said, there was a schism, and one group became two. Darth PJ, fresh from his victory on Wikipedia, where he had defeated the Intelecteer James, was now on the site known as Google, one of the last remaining sites that resisted the Empire’s rule. The fighting was heavy, and none of the sides where gaining any ground. The Intelecteer Akbar was said to be on this site, and PJ intended to challenge him to a duel with lightsabers, and win. PJ had been hunting this particular Intelecteer for quite a while now, but Akbar proved to be a rather slippery individual, and PJ had entered quite a few traps and ambushes. Before the destruction of 667 Akbar had only been a weak apprentice, and PJ doubted he would be much of a challenge. Lord PJ’s own power had increased significantly ever since he had joined the dark side. So PJ marched through a colossal empty hall, dressed in a black cloak that he thought was very imposing and evil. Well, the hall wasn’t completely empty, for another cloaked figure stood at the end of the hall. Darth PJ approached this figure. “So, Akbar, we meet once more. But this time there is no Ennui here to help you,” (PJ’s Code sense felt that Akbar was the only Intelecteer around). “So goodbye, old friend.” A lightsaber sped from his right sleeve in a move that he thought looked incredibly cool. He had spent hours practicing it. His finger brushed against the button, and the lightsaber fired up, revealing a long, thin and purple beam of light. He approached Akbar, weapon held ready. Darth PJ was an arrogant fool, but he did know how to use a lightsaber and was a Master of the Code. Too bad for him this fight would be much more challenging than he thought it would. Akbar reached for his lightsaber, and turned it on. It was fiery red.* PJ’s eyes boggled. Akbar’s lightsaber was green. Which meant….the Intelecteer’s hood fell from his head, revealing a mass of long red hair. “Oh.” Darth PJ said, his mind working furiously. The Code within the individual exploded outwards, and PJ could see that this man had been hiding his true power; an ability that PJ had not yet mastered. It was useful, for it confused the enemy. This man was not the Intelecteer Akbar, as he had thought, but the Intelecteer Dante. The Dante. One of the three leading members of the Intelecteers. Which meant he was very, very powerful. “Hello, PJ.” He said, moving towards PJ, who was frozen to the spot. This was not good. Not good at all. Before the schism, Dante had been more than twice as powerful as PJ. Now, it was hard to say, but PJ didn’t like the odds. He had come expecting to win. Now there was a very good chance he would die. Nevertheless, PJ did not run. He would stay and fight, for the moment. Perhaps Dante had weakened over the ages, or gone senile, or broke his leg, or something. “Dante, it is good to see you again. The last time I saw you, my master had left quite a hole in your side.” Dante’s face darkened. He was now about three meters from the Haxx0r Lord, and had stopped advancing. He and PJ began circling, lightsabers held ready. “He only was able to wound me because he took me by surprise.” Dante spat. “Had it been a fair fight, we wouldn’t be standing here now.” *Normally, red was a Haxx0r colour, but this Intelecteer had chosen it, and no one had argued with him. PJ liked his purple one too, and kept it, despite Master Derik’s whining that red was the proper, evil colour. “I doubt that. I doubt that very much.” PJ then stepped in, his saber swinging. Dante’s sword met PJ’s and the two deadly gadgets were pressing against each other. “My lord is more powerful than you can imagine.” PJ then swung his saber several times, first high, then low, then to Dante’s left side, then up again. Each time he was blocked. PJ then, unexpectedly, leapt into the air, and struck down at Dante from high. Dante blocked the blow and using the Code, sent PJ flying upwards. The Haxx0r lord flew very high into the air, then tumbled downwards, but landed on his feet, the pavement below cracking. PJ was breathing hard. “I must admit, you are better than when we last met.” Dante said, circling PJ. “And you haven’t changed one bit.” PJ commented. Dante was silent. PJ’s lightsaber suddenly turned off, and whizzed back up is sleeve, as PJ shot two continuing lightning bolts from his hands. Dante absorbed the lightning with his lightsaber, but he was forced back. He gritted his teeth. PJ labored to keep the lightning flowing, but Dante yelled and forced his lightsaber forwards, which pushed PJ back, and he faltered. Dante took the chance to counter-attack. A blast of fire surged forwards, and PJ raised his hands. The flames hit an invisible shield, and PJ was saved. PJ’s face turned red as he kept the shield up whilst Dante tried his best to destroy it. Dante, however, stood there, sending flames at his former friend quite coolly. Summoning fire, for him, was done as effortlessly as walking. PJ flipped backwards, leaving his shield to be destroyed, but was out of harm’s way. The flames ceased. PJ pulled his lightsaber again and yelled, and charged at his enemy. Dante pulled his lightsaber and met PJ, exchanging blows faster than the eye could follow. The two fought back and forth, and it was an awesome sight to see the two battle. PJ, who had began the attack, rapidly went on the defense, which wasn’t really his forte. He barely kept Dante at bay, let alone was he able to counter-attack. Then Dante’s superior skill surfaced and he cut PJ’s arm lightly, and with a blast of Code, hurled the Dark Lord into one of the many stone pillars that held the roof of the hall up. PJ’s lightsaber turned off and skittered away. PJ stood, dusted himself off, and his lightsaber returned to his sleeve. “Dante!” He shouted. “Your power may be great, but you have reached your peak! My powers have doubled under Lord Derik’s tutelage. And with every day, they continue to grow! Mark my words Dante, I will return, and next time we meet, it is I who will win!” Dante shook his head. “PJ, what makes you think you will escape now?” He said, a cruel expression on his face. He approached the Haxx0r Lord in an ominous way. “There is no point trying to run. I will cut you down before you take two steps.” PJ laughed. “Dante, this is not at all like you. You’re forgetting something.” Dante cocked his head to the side, a bemused expression on his face as he moved in for the kill. “What have I forgotten?” PJ smiled. “Dave.” As he said it, Dave the lightsaber spoon whizzed from PJ’s other sleeve, straight at Dante’s head. PJ turned and ran. Dave the lightsaber spoon had been PJ’s companion for a number of years, and PJ had used the Code on Dave for such a long time, it required no effort at all to propel him through the air. Dave was so wrapped up in the Code he was almost alive. All PJ had to do was to animate him, use the Code on him, and he attacked all by himself. One day, PJ hoped, Dave would be completely alive, like the Master’s towel, Colin. Dante’s large lightsaber was little use against the small, agile spoon, and Dante ducked as it swooped down on him. He turned to stop PJ, but Dave dived again, slicing the Intelecteer’s leg. Dante swung his lightsaber and hit the tip of the spoon, which spun wildly away. Dante’s sent a wave of Code after PJ, to trip him up, but couldn’t see if it hit because Dave flew back at him. Dante sent a wave of fire at the spoon, but it flew straight through the flames, and Dante almost lost an eye. Dante, now infuriated, roared and used the Code to hurl Dave far across the hall. Then he turned and ran after PJ. PJ had avoided most of Dante’s Code wave, but had stumbled and slowed down before righting himself. But he was now almost at his net-ship. Freedom beckoned. From a distance he opened the cock pit and leapt inside, as a wave of fire shot at him. PJ began to close the cock pit, just as Dante fired up his lightsaber. Before Dante could strike, however, he sensed something, and dived aside, just as Dave sped right past the area where his heart would have been. Dave just made it into the cockpit as it closed and PJ grinned and waved at Dante as he sped off. A blast of fire scorched the underside of the ship, but it continued upwards, undamaged. PJ laughed and waved, but hurriedly returned to the controls when he scraped the paint of the side of his wing on a mountain. Dante cursed, and turned off his lightsaber. “Run, coward!” He shouted, before punching the wall beside him in a fit of fury. Then he turned and marched away, his cloak fluttering in his wake. PJ's thoughts: I liked this one, for some reason. It's like an intro chapter, and has little to do with the overall piece. I still liked it, though. Meh.
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