Note from Falc: Naeroon and Ryanbomber joined the story way toward the end and it didn't make sense to have a couple more people in it needlessly cluttering the story with more ACs. So for aesthetic purposes I had to delete them. Naeroon still made some decent non-AC posts, as indicated by the fact that this scene begins with a bit from the final story that he wrote. Also, you'll notice toward the end that the thing posted by me is an alternate to the final edited version. Once I deleted them it didn't make much sense, after all.

Posted by Naeroon (Member # 2962) on November 28, 2003 04:11 PM :

"Hey hey hey!" Ness's brain shouted, moving around in the small capsule it was in. "I was having a nap!"

"Shaddup! I need you to destroy those pesky Authors, and retrieve the sword of ______!" Yelled Raltise, rubbing the glass.

"But I'm too tired! Can't I do it tomorrow?" Ness's brain sighed, floating slowly to the bottom of the capsule.

"Well, I guess we could wait a while for the evil counterparts to get back..." Raltise thought aloud, placing the capsule on the table.

"Hey," Raltise said, "Wanna play checkers?"

"Wait... Why am I taking orders from you?" He sneered, picking the capsule back up.

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The large doors at the end of the room opened, and a loud cackle emitted from it. Then, a dull thud sounded, along with lines of swearing. A boy emerged from the darkness, holding onto a green laptop. He had bright green hair and a mushroom cut, and he seemed to have a large bump on his forehead. He also wore a large black cloak, one much bigger than he should be wearing.

"Cursed cloak always tripping me up!... Huh? Oh yeah! Hello there, puny mortals! It is I, your ruler!" He shouted, lifting up his laptop and laughing madly.

"Die you little punk!" Silver shouted, lowering his foot on the pipsqueak. But the kid typed something onto the laptop, and Silvers' foot was frozen in mid-air.

"Heh heh... You cannot stop me! For I am Naeroon, master of the plotholes! And with this laptop, the plothole laptop,-

"Wait ah sec'n... I thought that there Raltise whuz the Master of them thar plotholes..." Hobo Mike said, scratching his head.

"What? Oh, ok... Then I am the RULER of all the plotholes!" Naeroon said, laughing some more. But Silvers' foot had become unfrozen and finally was able to stomp Naeroon, but missed by inches. Unfortunately for him, one of Tyranos' claws cut the laptop into two pieces.

"Ha!" Tyrano laughed. "Destroyed your puny little laptop, didn't I?"

Naeroon just stood there, looking at the piece of scrap on the floor. He had a look of dread and horror on his face, and then looked up at Tyrano, his face pale.

"WHAT THE HECK YOU STUPID DINOSAUR YOU'RE SO DUMB YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU JUST DID THAT LAPTOP IS VERY IMPORTANT IT CONTROLS PLOTHOLES AND MUCH MUCH MORE SO DESTROYING IT CAUSE A RIP IN THIS IF AND ALL WILL BE LOST YOU STUPID STUPID PIECE OF-

This time, Tyranos' foot didn't miss.

"Jeez.... Sure leaves a mess." He grumbled, trying to pry Naeroon off his foot.

"Whut whuz dat kid ramblin' on abou'?" Hobo Mike said, looking at the others.

"I don't know, but if he said true, we'd better fix that laptop, and bring the little menace back to life." Said FZ, jumping down from Tyrano's tail.

Naeroon was low lying on the ground, completely flattened. FZ tip-toed towards the body, but once he came near the body exploded into bright lights, and two groups of it circled around into the ground near them, and then turned into two different teenagers, one girl and one boy..

"Hmph. The little piece of poo died again? Aéro, he's gotta stop doing that." Said the boy irritably.

"Now now, he couldn't stop that big dinosaur thing, we both know that aÈro." Replied Aéro, sighing.

JP, who thought all this was happening rather quickly (so did everything else, actually), decided to shout out something.

"Take off your shirt!"

[ November 28, 2003, 04:13 PM: Edited by: Naeroon ]

Posted by Ryanbomber (Member # 123) on November 28, 2003 04:25 PM :

Ex-Author Ryanbomber scrolled down. "This is some great stuff. I'd actually post somthing, but it's a little too late. Unless..."

Clickclackclickclack...

Just then, Raltise, Dark Figure, and all the evil people spontani

Just then, a plothole opened at Author Ryanbomber's chair. "Must... press... enter..." The keyboard snapped, and was sucked it, he lunged for his desktop computer. It fell into the plothole with him.

Raltise muttered quietly "Jerk."
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Whumph. He landed on the smooshed mess that was Naeroon. "Oh. Great. I didn't want to be in this IF, it's way too late." He ran off, computer in his arms.

[ November 28, 2003, 04:27 PM: Edited by: Ryanbomber ]

Posted by Falcon24 (Member # 20) on November 28, 2003 11:28 PM :

Author Falcon and SimonBob ran down the hall just then. Falcon glanced from the group, then down to Nareoon and Ryanbomber, then back to the group. He sighed. "Why do people have to toss their characters into the stories when it's going to end in like 20 pages or so anyway?"

Simon shrugged. "Beats me. No sense for that thing called 'plot', I guess. Sort of like the Matrix sequels."

Falcon tapped his chin. "An interesting point."

Posted by Naeroon (Member # 2962) on November 29, 2003 07:56 AM :

Huh," aÈro said, walking about. "How are we here?"

"Where?" Aéro asked, looking up at the tall ceiling.

"Well, there was that weirdo who said he would destroy the world, right?"

"Right."

"And when he threw that thingamabober into that vortex or whatever, the island and those other guys were sucked up or something, right?"

"Right."

"Well, how come we are here, and how come the island didn't blow up?"

"I dunno."

"Also, why are those evil guys here? I thought they were dead..." aÈro asked, pointing to a corner in which all of the evil counterparts were huddling.

"Hm. I dunno... Hewwo widdle eviw peopwe who awe go- Aéro was then flung across the room from a hard kick from one of the authors.

"I AM GOING KILL THOSE#(&%#_*(%^_@^#$"