Are we all sitting comfortably? Good good. I am going to tell you a story...

...right after I explain what the hell is going on and why.

I've been writing random stories as a relaxing hobbie for around three years now. A few years ago, some people may remember me writing a story about the sigworms of the users in this forum. It worked well, and I'm here to do exactly that again, but better.

Right now, I am completly open-ended about how I do this. You can all just throw profiles at me along with a nice plot and I will make something of that, adding chapters of a story that sees you guys doing some sort of something or other. I think its called an adventure...

I may even do a kind of "fight" or something, where you guys buy the weapons and i decide your fate...

The purpose? For you guys to have something interesting to do/read and for me to write and improve.

Every idea and any idea is welcome right now, bearing in mind its got to end up with me writing some sort of story.

Go.

The story has started. I still accept profiles. I will keep updating the attachment below as I write more to it as well as posting the latest chapters throughout this thread. Feel free to join at any time.

Haha! First Post!

My sigworms is in my av, He is a what-ever you want him to be sider, and is good around electronics. He's ready for anything, and is skilled with a rifle. He LOVES Coco-Cola, and when he says it, he says (Showing the pronnciation)

Co Co Cola

Haha! First Post!
Well done, you must be very proud.

Where was the plot in that post?

Pilot you've slightly cascaded off the rock of purpose.

Call this a brainstorming session. If you want me to write you in, gimme some sort of profile. If you want to suggest some sort of plot or a way to do this then do so. Ask anything, say anything, do anything.

Plasma
black cape, metal shape-changing arm (use your imagination)
big egoweeeee!, likes vapourising stuff, squirmish near gore

Ooh, I remember your last story! I like nicely written random stories.

I'd rather like to be in:

Mr Bunsy, the worm with the stripey wooly jumper. Normally the last one to get the joke, and work out what's going on, "10 seconds behind", but can surprise people once in a while. If you're going with the idea of weapons, then he likes something rediculously powerful, but totally useless like a railgun (very powerful, but you find a battery big enough).

I'm not too good with plots though, mabye there was meant to be a war, so loads of "people" turned up volenterrily to join the army, but it turned out to be a scam and they're all milling around?

Worm War III was too much for the Worms to bear. Eventually they all died out after the enemy had rid of their needs, and only a few (characters described in this thread) could survive.

Try and string along from that; a sort of message in dream appears tells them to go on a quest, the quest had no need, along the lines of those.

I shall request: :p

My name's Rarsonic. I am a worm that was born with a deformation and because of that, alienated to death. While Rarsonic is very ugly and weak, he got a great intelligence, so he had to study secretly. Rarsonic particularly loves engineering, his master invent is the Dark Energy Engine.
Another of Rarsonic's great inventions is the suit he wears: the Autonomous Energy Combat Armor (AECA for short). Rarsonic "cyborged" himself with the AECA.
Rarsonic is a worm that has feelings, but he does not like them to control him.

See my profile in page 19 of the "Official Character Profile Thread" for more info...

What the hell.

El moi = SuperBlob, the obese. Tries to be funny/random and FAILS, and looks like a complete moron. The weapon which his favourite shall be a incredibly powerful weapon which can only fire once. Oh, and he can have crap aim :p

I request, too! :D Everything interesting about me can be found in my profile:
http://forum.team17.co.uk/showpost.php?p=466961&postcount=715

How very tasty. Keep the ideas rolling. My latest enlightenment is the thought that I can fit as many forumers in this story as there needs to me. The fact that you guys are giving me ready-made characters makes it all the more easier.

my name is mr. game&worm. i lived happily in a g&w system with other g&w systems nearby, inside some person's house. i lived there until a war caused a grenade to crash through the window, blowing up all the systems in the house. i was the lone survivor of that explosion. later, i found a not-too-bad system found in a landfill, pulled it out, cleaned it up, and put it in a worm neighborhood, where i do what normal worms do.

Pilot you've slightly cascaded off the rock of purpose.Well, sorry about that. :o

Well, my sigworm is, as you might have guessed, named Pilot62. Flys planes and likes getting airborne, and isn' afraid of heights in the slightest, baring exceptional circumstances (like falling off a cliff). Also, competitive and has a very...odd...sense of humour. Not bad with weapons, but tends to get irritated VERY easily. ;)

Plots...well, conventional all-out warfare's been done in worms comics and stuff so many times, its kind of lost its interest. How about a team of worms who are sort of rebelling against a regime for whatever reason. Or its after a war, which they lost, and they're running away.

Its still war-themed (but then again, worms is all about war), but from a different angle.I'm not too good with plots though, mabye there was meant to be a war, so loads of "people" turned up volenterrily to join the army, but it turned out to be a scam and they're all milling around?
I like that idea.

Alright, my guy is wormKING, he's a viking dude, king of viking dudes actualy.

His past is a mystery (or I'm just too lazy to write it).

Skills:
Ninja
Axe hax (he's got an axe!)
PK
(am I aloud more powers?)

Here's a sprite Aku made of him a while back:

Here's my(actually, it's kind of sigworm, but meh):

So, Me (really, he was named as Me) was born.
He always hit everything he wanted to hit when he threw something.
Then he's dad(if you can find out which one is dad, if both have a ***** and a ****) realised his sniping skills.
But his dad wanted him to learn everything else.
So, he started to teach him those skills.
Because he couldn't, he got an idea.
He tought to his son physichs.
So Me learned to add the gravity and the wind in everything he needed.
Then he met Andrea, Clive and Dervy(Names changed).
They performed a team.
And it was called Killers.

!

kikumbob is back!

*digs around character thread*

http://forum.team17.co.uk/showpost.php?p=359467&postcount=170

you can probably ignore the background bit on there

Hello Mr. person that thinks Im back. Im really not, just mooching around until I find something better to do:p

Plots...well, conventional all-out warfare's been done in worms comics and stuff so many times, its kind of lost its interest. How about a team of worms who are sort of rebelling against a regime for whatever reason. Or its after a war, which they lost, and they're running away. a space race you say? What a positively excellent idea. Well done!:rolleyes:

I am beginning to form a plot, thanks to pilot (:rolleyes: ). All is going well. I should really catalogue all these profiles but I have little time today.

Btw, it would be nice if someone told me what a fantastic idea all this is. You just seems to be going "Oh look, some loner who wants to write a silly little story about something or other. Well, heres my profile. Toodles!" and its not very motivational.

i'm not too great on the motivational side of things, but....

it will be nice to see how this turns out

Its a start, I guess.

Btw, it would be nice if someone told me what a fantastic idea all this is. You just seems to be going "Oh look, some loner who wants to write a silly little story about something or other. Well, heres my profile. Toodles!" and its not very motivational.

Its an absolutely brilliant idea.

(:rolleyes: )

j/k, I for one want to see this. :)

Oh, I wanted to request but had no time. Now that I do,
Name: Ignatius (Ignate for short)
Quiet, doesn't smile much, pic here:Gauntlet time (http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/32504445/)

Don't be put off! I'd love to see this come together, since the idea's got lots of potential due to all the ready made characters as I think you pointed out.

I shall request: :p

My name's Rarsonic. I am a worm that was born with a deformation and because of that, alienated to death. While Rarsonic is very ugly and weak, he got a great intelligence, so he had to study secretly. Rarsonic particularly loves engineering, his master invent is the Dark Energy Engine.
Another of Rarsonic's great inventions is the suit he wears: the Autonomous Energy Combat Armor (AECA for short). Rarsonic "cyborged" himself with the AECA.
Rarsonic is a worm that has feelings, but he does not like them to control him.

See my profile in page 19 of the "Official Character Profile Thread" for more info... And THIS is the perfect example of how to become a main character:p

One problem. What do you mean by "alienated to death"

Ive just started to organise profiles. I've modified a couple to fit with the basic outline of the plot Ive formed but they are pretty much the same as you told them to me.

Alright, my guy is wormKING, he's a viking dude, king of viking dudes actualy.

His past is a mystery (or I'm just too lazy to write it).

Skills:
Ninja
Axe hax (he's got an axe!)
PK
(am I aloud more powers?) And here we have a complete profile catastrophe.

Well, ok its not that bad. But we really cant have a ninja viking (god forbid) amd your name really shouldnt WormKing. Give me a better profile, and stick to the viking thing. I feel i can right some stone-age worms in easier than a random ninja dude. Think up a nice Viking name.

amd[sic] your name really shouldnt [sic] WormKing.
Well, he would be allowed considering that his name already is wormking.

I'm afraid I need to put plot flow first. I can add some sort of subliminal comment which would imply that he was wormking or, even better, do something like "Squirmus, The Wormking" as his title.

ok then
wormy99 (just wormy for short)
enginneer, basically good with anything technological, carries a modified jetpack (it can do other things aswell as fly), and uses either a weapon of his own creation or his red bazooka
also i have a link to my profile if you need any more

Add me, check the profile thread's first page for a 2-year old pic.

I could do with a couple more profiles, espeically some sort of scientist dude, which I may just attempt to enroll paul.power since he dosnt deem this thread to be good enough for him:rolleyes:

I will write the introduction soon; you all look like your getting a bit bored of waiting.

Add me if there's room. Profile at... ah just look it up. Its in the character thread somewhere.

The character thread is hundreds of pages long. I'm not gonna look for it from scratch. Give me a page number.

mine's on page one.

You said.

I will start writing tommorow evening. So I suppose thats the deadline for any ideas, creative thought or extra profiles.

The character thread is hundreds of pages long. I'm not gonna look for it from scratch. Give me a page number.
Its 22. ;) :p

Here: http://forum.team17.co.uk/showpost.php?p=299735&postcount=38

Thankyouverymuch.

Progress within the plot has aquired the idea that I may need wossisname philby's spoon character and the long departed Reapr.

Talking about the progresion side of things, draft 1 of the first chapter is complete. It just needs fixing up a little, but its hard to do that when I'm as tired as this.

Chapter 1 includes the likes of Shadowman, Paul.Power, Mr. Bunsy, Reapr and some others that I slightly forgot.

Profiles are still accepted with gratitude.

Not me?

Stupid too short message.

Patience, dear lad, everyone gets an important role in this.
EDIT: Ever watched Lost? THe roles are slightly like that.

Ok, I got it.
Like every episode is for one person.

P.S.They are now showing it in here finland.

Oh whoops no I mean every character had an important role in the plot.

*spoiler*
Apart from the scientist guy who blew up

Okay, a profile if you want to add it:

My name is Kamikaze Duck, I am not a duck, that is just my code name.
I use an AK-47 in CS and the prod in worms (just put the prod as my weapon if you want this to only be about worms).
My background is that I was kicked from the army for being too much of a smart ass, prodding enemy soldiers when they least expected, and putting my fellow soldiers lives in danger.
I look like whatever the kamikaze worm in Worms 2 looked like, did it have a red bandana? Well give me one anyway.
I think that's all.

Oh whoops no I mean every character had an important role in the plot.

*spoiler*
Apart from the scientist guy who blew up
Yes. Arzst was arsed. :p Anyway, you might find my profile on the second-last page in the profile thread. I'll get an appearence. (you can just use the old look if you're too lazy :p)

*spoiler*
Apart from the scientist guy who blew up

doesn't he even think to clone himself?

stupid twit

...Moofle.

Progress: Will post it in just a minute, you lucky lads.

This is a very big first chapter, so I will release it in two parts.
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CHAPTER ONE

The great observatory of the Department of Intelligent Life forms and Space Exploration (D.I.L.S.E.) loomed over the large, scattered city of Murof. The sun was slowly setting behind the gigantic metallic structure, covering the city in an evening blanket of shadow.

Life in the city changed drastically. The worms of the day went to bed and night-life began. It was the utmost opposite to day-life and the only reason why the D.I.L.S.E. took no notice in them was because they weren’t in anyway intelligent enough.

Inside the structure, worms worked day and night, continuously watching the skies from the top most towers using the most modern telescopes available and continued to develop their technologies way underground. The department was composed of a mass of buildings on the outside of the city, and that was only the things a normal eye could see. Things happened underground and out of site. Absolutely no one knew everything that this mysterious department was up to, whether it was invasion of other planets or just a defines from an invasion, except for one worm.

Dr. Power had set the department up after an extraordinary sighting almost ten years ago, involving a circular interstellar transport and a certain type of doughnut. Ever since this almighty experience, Dr. Power had been bent on the quest of catching a second sighting and, ultimately, to worm the first spaceship in history.

He had been told countless times that he was the most intelligent worm alive, but he didn’t believe a word of it. Obviously, he was relatively more intelligent than the rest of the population put together, but it was his belief that intelligence couldn’t be measured, at least not with a normal ruler.

Nevertheless, whatever the size a brain was it needed coffee once in a while. But, using the theory of relative needs, the more you needed something the later it came. So he tried not to think about this.

Instead, Paul focused on manoeuvring the huge telescope, containing around a tonne of curved glass and a lot of up market neuro-electronics, bit by bit around the sky, scanning the area for anything abnormal. On 24 hour surveillance, the observatory could monitor the western front sky of the planet continuously with very little chance of failing to spot something.

It was a tiring part of his job and the only fact that kept him going was that his shift would end in half an hour. Sighing, he squirmed into a better position in the hard chair and peered closely at the plasma screen transmitting the telescope’s view. His expression of boredom boomeranged around the white-washed walls of the observatory and its massive domed ceiling filling the place with what sounded like an extremely large worm sighing for a very long time. The observatory was stupidly huge, containing nothing but the telescope terminal. But, like everything in the building, it had its uses.

There was a loud bang downstairs and a small, high pitched scream erupted. It was the sort of scream that just sounded rather silly and made the listener notice that there was probably nothing to worry about.

Seconds later a worm in a white coat with an extreme mat of blue hair tapped on the glass doors across the spotless white floors of the observatory to Paul.

Paul looked around, annoyed.

The worm pointed to what was presumably the control panel for the automatic doors. They were probably stuck, considering the amount of smoke billowing from either ends of them.

Paul rolled his eyes and turned back to his boringly important job, knowing that his assistant was fully capable with dealing with the doors.

What he didn’t expect was for the glass of the automatic doors to spontaneously shatter inwards. Shards spilled over the frictionless round floor and skidded a couple of metres, making an extremely irritating tinkling.

“Kik you do not use your sonic powers here. And how many times have I told you to get a bloody haircut!” It was not often that Paul decided to lose his temper, but he thought he was due for one,

“I’d rather be fired…sir.” replied Kikumbob defiantly, “Just thought I’d tell you that Mr. Bunsy is having some more…uh…problems with the coffee machine.”

“Scalded himself has he?” fumed Paul, “and I see no coffee in your hands”

“That’s because the machine is currently firing it at Mr. Bunsy” explained Kik through thoroughly gritted teeth.

Paul stared at Kik for a very long time.

“Call maintenance and get this place cleaned up” he eventually said, “The machine just needs a screw driver stuck in the right place. You take over my shift. I need a break, I suppose.”

“Yes Doc” replied Kikumbob simply.

Dr. Power squirmed over the shattered glass and through the hole in the wall, pulling out a screwdriver from his white coat as he went.
Kik sat down and pushed a couple of buttons to move the telescope. Sighing, he casually moved the plasma screen into a better light.

The screen shattered like water would, if it ever did.

Crying out with surprise, Kikumbob jumped back as shards of gloop spilled onto the floor. Where a perfect picture of the night sky was, there was now a big black flashing hole.

Kikumbob looked at his hands. He new his sonic waves sometimes went out of control, but he’d never managed to shatter plasma before…

The night sky was dark, as night skies usually are. However, in the direction the telescope was pointing, above the sprawling, messy city of Murofer, things were a little different. Green headlamps tainted the otherwise thick black sky. Something very metal and deathly black streamed past, slowly pulling into landing position as the green lights were shut off and the ship disappeared back into the night, unfortunately completely unnoticed.

interesting. it's a nice use of the forumers sigworms.

*waits for the next bit*

Yea, good stuff.

Good story so far! Can't wait to see where you're taking it.

Seems like you all like it. Shall I post the next bit...or shall I wait.

To hell with it!

Please not: This is my writing without being in the inspirational mood i normally am. Insomnia is bad. Remember that now.
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CHAPTER 1 CONTINUED

Shadoworm was not happy. His recent attempts at creating a money-magnet had resulted in a building fire, where he lost his favourite bandana and a pair of eyebrows to the hungry flames.

Panting, he squirmed into an alleyway and started opening up the contraption. A telestatic terminal had been fried, but that was no trouble, he just needed to replace it. Opening up a can of cola and quenching his thirst in a way an addict would, he began work.

Zooming in with his home-made magnifying shades, he set about trying to wriggle out the burnt component.

The work demanded so much concentration that the thief did not notice the sound of interstellar boosters firing down. Or the crunch of the pavement as it crippled under the wait of an indestructible landing leg. He didn’t even notice the whirring as a doorway unfolded and hit the peaceful road.

If he could just unscrew this screw with his fingers…
A green light erupted from behind him. Unfortunately Shadoworm’s shades were equipped with night vision; different shades of green were all he could see.

Things would’ve changed if the electronic whiz had noticed the landing of an interstellar craft. Fate it seems, had a great role in it.

A thin, shiny, metal screwdriver appeared beside Shadoworm. He frowned staring at the tool for some time.

“Need a hand?” asked a sinister voice from behind him.

“Err…yes that would be…nice.”

Shadoworm could sense something was very wrong with this.

“And you are..” he stopped in mid sentence as he noticed what that he was actually going to take someone’s hand and use it. The pure metal screwdriver was attached to an arm.

As he watched it, it slowly twisted and turned and lengthened into a very menacing broad sword.

“What the…”

Whirling around, he whipped out his 14 inch casper revolver only to find it out-matched by a very large vaporiser held in the hand of a worm at least twice his size, a cape whipping around the back of him, obscuring the alley-way exit.

“Plasma stop messing around and kill the idiot” ordered a patronising voice from behind the gigantic worm.

“As you wish.”

The vaporiser made a high pitched scream as it lit up and began glowing with an evil blue.

“Oh, sh…”

There was a flash of blue light. A 14 inch casper revolver hit the ground with the sound of heavy metal hitting tarmac. The money-magnet shattered, as prototypes usually do.

“…it. You are so gonna pay for that you…”

Shadoworm’s hand went straight through the revolver.

“As a generalisation, the dead can’t pick up objects.”

“And you are…”

“Reaper” said a worm dressed in black robes and holding a stick with a
pointy metal blade on one end.

“And I know you because…”

“Oh I wouldn’t expect you to know me. After all, it’s very unlikely you’ve met me before now.”

“Am i…”

“Yes you are. And extremely, I must say. I don’t think I’ve picked up a vaporised worm before.”

The voice had an eerie texture to it, as if it came from all directions.

“You know, you remind of this character in this book about this whole other world shaped like a disk on the back of a…”

“You mean this one?” asked Reaper, ripping open reality with his scythe and pulling it away from them.

They now appeared to be floating in deep space. Below them, a world slowly moved through the starry void on the back of four elephants, themselves on the back of a massive turtle.

“Hah! Good trick!” exclaimed Shadoworm.

“Oh its no trick,” explained the grim reaper, “Contrary to popular belief, a spirit doesn’t have to walk through walls when it can just move through the tiny holes in reality. Reality is like a fabric, see…”

“And this is some sort of parallel universe, is it?” interrupted Shadoworm.

“No, no. It’s the same universe. It’s just the universe is word used instead of “everything”.”

Shadoworm looked perplexed.

“I see habits are still holding on to you. You’re still trying to think and breathe.”

Shadoworm realised he was right. If he stopped breathing, nothing happened.

“So, what do I do now?”

“Good question. You realise why you’re dead right?”

“Yes. Because some maniac with a wicked arm fired a…”

“No. Your death was the result a huge change in your little world. Things are changing. Something big is going to happen, Shadoworm, and you have the means of preventing it.”

“So I’m not going to worm heaven then?” asked Shadoworm, a little disappointed. He had always dreamed of what it would be like. Now it looked as if he would never be able to find out.

“What are ghosts for?” replied Reaper.

Yay for vapourising stuff.

And you better have a good story if I have a 'boss' person.
Mainly one involving money.

Oh, you aren't the boss....

Oh, you aren't the boss....
I said if I have a boss

I know you did.......

It was a trick question! Yeh!

Yay for vapourising stuff.

And you better have a good story if I have a 'boss' person.
Mainly one involving money.

i kinda see your character as the minion type anyway. dunno what kkb thinks

You are 400% correct. Now guess what hes a faithful minion to.

You are 400% correct. Now guess what hes a faithful minion to.
I think this is one of those moments where I should leave now.

Edit: Suddenly realises I left the whole levitation stuff out of my description.
(I think its fairly obvious, judging from the last sentence, that I gave myself levitation powers)

Oh really? I spose I could try and fit the levitaion thing in.

I will go start writing the next part. THis place seems to eb dying already.:eek:

Profiles are still accepted. Infact, I NEED them. THere arn't enough worms in this town! Where is half the forum?

(Oh btw, guess why the city is named Murof)

I just read the two parts - seems interesting :D Lets hope I'll appear soon :)

Intriguing. If you want to add my character, please feel free. Here's (http://forum.team17.co.uk/showpost.php?p=380243&postcount=246) a linky to my profile thingy. It'll save you the bother of checking the thread yourself for it.

(Oh btw, guess why the city is named Murof)
Same reason as Notlob?

Same reason as Notlob? Yes very much so. I laughed so hard at that I wacked my head against the wall of our living room. THeres been a round dent in the plaster ever since:p

I'll add cyclaw's profile, and I will wait until Snoozy notices the fact that I require a PROFILE for him to be added. Tck.:rolleyes:

Unless he already did and I cant remember him saying so.

Progress, anyone?: Draft for second Chapter complete. I just need to proof read it lots and then I can post it up in two parts. Chapter 2 includes the likes of slow-minded mr. Bunsy and the cutlery obsessed Philby as well as the aliens...

I request, too! :D Everything interesting about me can be found in my profile:
http://forum.team17.co.uk/showpost.php?p=466961&postcount=715
I already gave you the link to my profile (and its actually a pretty big profile :p)

Oh so you did. My humble apologies. I will fit you in somewhere.

as well as the aliens...
Thanks for spoiling your own story.

How is it spoiling? You have absolutly no idea what the aliens are yet.

Thanks for spoiling your own story.
That makes little sense. Some people like alien stories...

Personally, I think stories are ruined when characters called Plasma are in them. But that's just me.

How is it spoiling? You have absolutly no idea what the aliens are yet.
Before, I had no idea there were aliens.
I think, I amnt too good at remembering stuff.

Erm. There was a spaceship coming in to land...remember?

That makes little sense. Some people like alien stories...

Personally, I think stories are ruined when characters called Plasma are in them. But that's just me.You spiteful Pine nut! Plasma fits well into my story. A lot better than other names. Like mine, for instance.

Before, I had no idea there were aliens.
I think, I amnt too good at remembering stuff.

look at this quote

The night sky was dark, as night skies usually are. However, in the direction the telescope was pointing, above the sprawling, messy city of Murofer, things were a little different. Green headlamps tainted the otherwise thick black sky. Something very metal and deathly black streamed past, slowly pulling into landing position as the green lights were shut off and the ship disappeared back into the night, unfortunately completely unnoticed.

I had a migrain today! How fantastic...

So no story posted today. I will do so tomorrow. Stay tuned.

I had a migrain today! How fantastic...

So no story posted today. I will do so tomorrow. Stay tuned.
I had a migrane once, it was wierd, lots of triangles in the corner of my vision, no headache though... :-/

Migranes are EVIL. They stop me doing stuff that's more important. They make me waste MORE time in bed.

Evil.

I had one in maths and then science once. In maths I had no idea what I was writing, but my head didn't hurt too much, then in science, I had to borrow someones hoody and put my head in it it was in so much pain :p

I totally sympathise. Mine was weird vision, and then just as i thought it was ok, a splitting headache. I seem to get them more often now that I'm under so much pressure.

Anyways enough about...stuff. I would say enjoy chapter 2 but its not on this computer.:o My bad. give me one hour...

Voila. Chapter 2, Part 1. I will also update my first post with an attachment of the complete story so far, to make it easier to read the whole story etc.
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Mr. Bunsy pulled out his woolly scarf and wrapped it around his body with a bandaged hand. Sighing, he squirmed lazily across the reception hall, handing in his office key quietly so as to not wake up the dozing receptionist. Flashes of hot pain went through his lower body as he walked. Bandages also covered these parts, right up to the tail. Inteli-coffee had been slightly annoyed today, and it didn’t help that he had hit it whilst in frustration as the thing attempted to bring the coffee down to the right drinking temperature to seven decimal places.

Thankfully, his shift was over, and he was looking forward to his nice comfy bed in his small, cosy home on the outskirts of town.

He was in deep, satisfying thought as he squirmed straight into the automatic doors. Pain coursed though his head as a burn was revived from the collision. None of the doors seemed to be working properly today. It was strange, since the rest of the electrics seemed to be working perfectly.

Very slowly, however, the doors decided to edge open. At the closest possible moment Mr. Bunsy attempted to squeeze his way out. His anger was slowly rising again, but only very slowly. It took a while for any emotion to travel through his body. It was like walking through treacle.

The night-walk home calmed his nerves. It was a cold night, but the worm’s love for woolly clothes had its advantages.

Rounding the corner, the fluffball found his house in view a couple of yards down the pavement.
Fate, however, played its game again. Mr. Bunsy’s eyes registered the massive landing leg situated in the middle of the road surrounded by a load of deformed, cracked tarmac. But once it had reached the brain, it was already forgotten. And so was the huge shape right above Mr. Bunsy’s house, completely covering out the stars like a thick black blanket.

Home was the only thing on Mr. Bunsy’s mind, and it remained so until the morning…


Philby was sorting his cutlery. He had got up extremely early this morning to do exactly so. As a result, his cutlery shop was open early. To him, it felt like a good marketing strategy, and he had opened a couple of extra boxes of breakfast spoons. No one had come as of yet, but Philby was always optimistic.
However, his love of cutlery was the only thing that kept his shop open. He loved sorting it, eating with it and, well, generally being around the stuff. His collection was huge, ranging from the foreign fork-like instruments that seemed to have absolutely no use whatsoever to the multi-tooled sporfe; a spoon with prongs on the end and a serrated edge. Rare collections of engravings and handle designs had also fascinated the obsessed worm. The fact that cutlery was relatively cheap due to the fact that there was probably only one collector in the whole world was just a bonus.

Carefully, like a mother handling a child, he finished polishing off a single teaspoon he had spent half an hour on, blinded himself by accident as the now immaculate metal caught the rising sun, and carefully put it back on the velvet lined shelf on which was nailed a metal plaque saying “Teaspoons”.

Squirming back to his counter, he started work on the next teaspoon when a tinkle from the doorway alerted him of the entrance of a customer. Business had started…

…or not. When Philby looked, he saw no one. The door, however, was wide open. Possibly a practical joke.

Turning back to the task at hand, he caught a flicker of movement in the corner of his eye.

“Ok, whoever that is come to the desk and I will be happy to help you out. You’ve had your fun” said Philby, without looking up.

“On the contrary, my fun has just started.”

“What d’you mean you’re…”
Philby looked up. A very large worm looked down on him. The fact that this particular worm was more green than pink sent Philby’s mind reeling. What was left of him was an outer shell with a faintly gormless expression.

“My pet peeve is conquering. I hereby take over this little place you have here to turn into a base to be used for…larger purposes.” The large worm gave a menacing smile. “You may join, or suffer a painful death.”

Philby shook his head vigorously. “I just wanted to lead a normal cutlery-filled life!” he murmured.

“Yes, well whatever cutlery is, I’m sure you’ll find it in this little afterlife you life forms seem to worship so dearly.”

Another menacing smile escaped the worm’s mouth as he held what looked like a staff up. A strange green glow emitted from its rounded tip.

Philby gathered himself together. New thoughts rushed through his head. He smiled. This was his chance…

“You won’t kill me without a fight.”

The enemy tried not to laugh. “You and what army?”

“I have no army at my disposal, unlike you, it appears…”

Philby was beginning to notice they were not alone. A worm with a black cape was browsing the fork shelf and a creature surrounded by a vigorously green aurora crouched beside the large green worm.

Philby frowned for a second before diving behind the counter, thoroughly confusing the opponent for a couple of minutes whilst he rummaged around. Muffled swearing arose from beneath the counter as his rummagings resulted in a bash on the head as he hit it on the counter.

“I have…” (further rumagings), “The most powerful…” (the sound of clothes being pulled on was painfully obvious to the ears), “…Weapon….in….”
Philby jumped out of from behind the counter, landed on alien kings head and hopped into the air with a thoroughly impressive twirl.

“Cutlery!” he screamed before swearing hard as he catapulted into the door of the shop.

Jumping up, he did another twirl so as to make his moth-eaten blue blanket-cape billow.

The two worms raised an eyebrow each, and the glowing creature sniggered.

Philby was not put off. Smiling like a failing winner, he whipped out a very large and shiny spoon.

“You will incur my wrath.”

The large green worm crossed his, arms. “Incur? Very well,” he said with a commanding tone, “Plasma, take him on.”

“As you wish” replied Plasma.

It was only until Plasma walked up to Phibly that he suddenly realised
how big the black-caped worm was.

Smiling, Plasma pushed back his cape to reveal a shiny metal arm that seemed to twist and turn on its own accord. The effect it had was to bend the eyes of the watcher.

Philby held up his spoon.

“You call that a spoon?” sneered Plasma. The metal hand morphed and grew and splayed and wrangled. “This is a spoon”

Philby lowered his own spoon in confusion as he looked at the now morphed hand of his large opponent. “That’s a fork.”

Plasma looked a little put off. “It’s still better than you-“

“Plasma, will you stop mucking about! Get a move on and vaporise the idiot!”

“Sorry, you honour” replied Plasma, and he began to advance.

Philby acted fast, he checked the rising sun, calculated the angle of the projection the door would give, flattened his body against the door, and pushed hard with a spring-loaded tail. Back flipping over Plasma’s head, he landed perfectly behind him and thrust out his spoon against the light of the rising sun.

Plasma fell backwards through the shop window as the light bounced off the spoon and hit him straight through the eye.

“Oh for Christ’s sake” exclaimed the alien and stabbed Philby through the body with his staff.

Philby’s eyes widened, he choked, gagged and fell to the ground, beaten. Badly.

“That was quiet impressive” complimented Reaper.

“Thanks” said Philby, looking down at his skewered body.

“Allow me to introduce myself.”

“I think I know you, actually.”

“I think you’ll find that’s quiet impossible. People only meet me when
they are dead, and then they are dead.”

“Oh. Then how do I know you’re Reaper, Harvester of Worms?

“How odd.” For the first time in existence, Reaper felt unsure. He shook it off.

“I expect you know why you are here?”

“Yes. Who were they?”

“Aliens. The biggest one is Alien King. The clue’s in the name.”

“And the strange creature?”

“Is Ignatius. He’s actually the same creature as the other two but his
energy level is way beyond the normal level. It’s a bit like radiation but from a worm.

“He’s unstable?”

“You could put it that way.”

“And why are they here?”

“To take control of your planet, obviously”

“That’s not fair!”

“Precisely!”

“But people will die!”

“Well then it may be a good idea to prevent this from happening.”

Reaper smiled mischievously.

“But I’m dead!”

“Your death was the result a huge change in your little world. Things are changing. Something big is going to happen, Philby, and you have the means of preventing it.”

“No I don’t!”

“Then you don’t.”

“What?”

“It’s all about belief, I’m afraid.”

“And you can’t do any of this revival stuff?”

“I’m afraid that’s precisely the opposite to what I can do.”

“And there isn’t by any change another half of you which can do the
opposite to what-“

“No, you’re missing the point entirely” interrupted Reaper.

“But this shouldn’t happen to me! I’m Philby! The great cutlery warrior!”

“And so you still are!”

“No I…Holy...”

Philby’s spirit had suddenly acquired a large, lightweight, shiny blue cape and a new, large spoon that glowed with its own aura.

“See what I mean?”

“But I’m still dead!”

“Well there you go, then”

Something beeped from within the recesses of Reaper’s oblivion black cloak.

“Ah. I must leave you now. I have my work to do.”

“But I’m dead!”

“I think we sorted that out quiet a while ago.”

“But…come back…”

Philby was alone now, hovering above his body. Around him the aliens
were trashing his shop, spilling priceless cutlery over the floor, making it unbearably dirty.

“It took a lot of sorting to make my shop like it was” he muttered. His fist closed tightly over the ghostly spoon. Anger rushed through his transparent spirit.

“You call that a spoon? This is a spoon”
“That’s a fork.”

Ahh, that chapter really made my day.

Edit: And now I feel like drawing that part.

i first thought this thread was just about giving your worm's background story, which is why i left this thread

the storyline is pretty good actually.
can't wait for the next part

That was imho the best chapter so far ;) Cant wait to see the next one

So... Who has been in this show already?

thats very nice. and i like reaper's approach to explaining things

Thanks for the compliments!

A couple of oddities:
Shockdude...just...give me a better profile:o I hate to say when Im defeated but I cant actually implement your character that well. Sorry.
Iguana, I looked on the first page for your profile and you seem to have erased due to the fact that it was too old? I will still add you, but if you dont give me some sort of profile I will make my own for ya.
Plasma, let me know how that drawing goes;)

Great story so far! Who'd have thought you could pull something as good as that out of some rather crazy sigworms...

Can't wait for the next chapter!

Can't you? Well you have a slitghy problem there my friend, because there is still part of THIS chapter to come:p I'm having some real problems with it at the moment, so hang in there, peeps and worms alike.

Chapter, section, same thing :P

Shockdude...just...give me a better profile:o I hate to say when Im defeated but I cant actually implement your character that well. Sorry.Basically a worm who lives in a g&w system. End of story. Use your imagination.

If you look at the attachment in the first post, the second part's already there :p

If you look at the attachment in the first post, the second part's already there :p
What's that got to do with anything? :confused:

Everything.

By complete accident I uploaded the second part to chapter two in the attachment in the first post where I will update the story as we go along. It would be a good idea not to look at it until I can fix this because thats the draft of the second part and wont be the real thing.

I was on a school trip to THE natural history museum yesterday so I did'nt manage to post anything. Fingers crossed, I may get something done for this evening. Stay tuned.

Thanks for the compliments!

A couple of oddities:
Shockdude...just...give me a better profile:o I hate to say when Im defeated but I cant actually implement your character that well. Sorry.
Iguana, I looked on the first page for your profile and you seem to have erased due to the fact that it was too old? I will still add you, but if you dont give me some sort of profile I will make my own for ya.
He doesn't really have a history, just give him whatever role.

Everything.

By complete accident I uploaded the second part to chapter two in the attachment in the first post where I will update the story as we go along. It would be a good idea not to look at it until I can fix this because thats the draft of the second part and wont be the real thing.

I was on a school trip to THE natural history museum yesterday so I did'nt manage to post anything. Fingers crossed, I may get something done for this evening. Stay tuned.
Oh, thought he meant the second chapter, which you'd just posted, not the second section of the second chapter. My mistake.

I went on an art trip to the natural history museum last week, we ended up wandering all over the place becuase we weren't sure what we were looking for.

Ah yes, well I think we all knew what we were looking for: rocks...

Even so, we managed to lose a total of eleven people. Two decided to mess about and found the doors of the underground train slide shut in their face as we were traveling there. They had to get on the next one and guess which platform they had to get off of. Nine others went to the wrong exit on leaving the place. It was fantastically enjoyable, even so when we found that our train had been cancelled for the long journey back to Dorset...

Edit: Oh yes and more story will happen, someday.

Sorry about the delayness. I'm afraid this is going to happen quite often. Its coursework season over here and it is PAINFULL.

Anyway, heres the second part to chapter 2. It took me along time to figger it out, so you'd better like it!

You might need your memory refreshing. Even I have forgotten half of what ive written down. Do so if you may and this part will make more sense than this sentence does.

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CHAPTER 2 PART 2

Mr. Bunsy did not like the site in front of his eyes. That large metal pillar was not there before. And he defiantly did not remember there being a magnificently black spaceship parked above his house.

Aliens…

The single thought flowed thick and slow through his head. He did what any other slow-minded creature does at this point…if the creature in mind was religious.

He went inside, and prayed.

The world of the Worm had its religions. The two main ones, dubbed the light side and the dark side, were at perfect war with each other. Although no one had seen the Donkey of the Skies or The Great Buffalo, there seemed to be conclusive proof that they existed, simply because millions of pink squiggly things seemed to worship them.

Nevertheless, there is such a thing as The Chaos Theory, also known as The Butterfly Effect. It exists throughout the universe and continues to happen without anyone knowing it is happening. The power of belief, also thought to be proved by a great philosopher, is supposedly based on The Butterfly Effect.

Mr. Bunsy clapped his hands together, and prayed.

The sharp sound vibrated through the room and smashed into the sonic
ears of a mouse. Frightened for its life, it scurried across the room out of the door, down the road and got itself completely flattened by a rather careless driver.

The morning grew brighter and hotter. Summer was approaching. The
carcass of a dead mouse festered in the sunlight. Flies swarmed around it, buzzing off every now and again as a huge metallic monster roared past.

Iguana the paperworm, soon to be the victim of a harsh but essential plan to save the world from complete destruction, pedalled down the road on his bicycle, occasionally screeching to a halt to carefully post a paper from his heavy bag. He liked his day job and wanted to do his best at it. Money was scarce, however, but he lived on.

The next house to deliver to was up the road a little more, next to the bakery. Pedalling hard so that he accelerated up the hill with passion, he suddenly noticed a bloody mess in front of him. Before he could twitch with disgust, however, a fly smacked straight into the middle of his eye. Thundering up the road, he tried to dislodge the dirty carcass from his watering eyeball, in the process attempting to throw the newspaper at its destination as he hurtled past.

Palpo the jolly baker decided it was about time he opened up his bakery. Walking to the glass door, he flipped the open/closed sign over, unlocked the door, and opened it, smiling to the satisfying tingle it made.

A newspaper catapulted into his head.

He swore.

Picking up the newspaper, he cursed the paperworm and squirmed over to next door to get rid of the thing that had pretty much ruined his day.

His eye, however, caught sight of one of the headlines. Gasping, he squirmed vigorously back into the shop, slammed the paper on the counter and flumped into the computer chair, switching the computer on. He had to sell his shares before it was too late.

Meanwhile, the newspaper had ideas of its own. The fan, a necessity on this hot day, rotated on the glass counter, whirring on high power. With steady determination it turned around slowly and fired cold air at the newspaper. Its pages were blown over until the whole thing was lifted into the air and cascaded everywhere. A single sheet flapped under the glass of the counter and fell over a rather delicious looking pastry.

Kikumbob walked into the bakery to buy Paul his daily pastry that apparently kept him going, along with his coffee. He looked, but saw no pastry. The paper covered it completely.

This had never happened before. He started vibrating with irritation and had to control himself.

“Excuse me, but do you have anything that is like a pastry?” he asked the baker.

The baker considered this. “Got a doughnut.” He said simply before turning back to his computer screen, of which the contents where making him break into a cold sweat over his bear pink forehead.

“That will do” said Kikumbob, and bought the iced doughnut in a paper bag.

When he got back to D.I.L.S.E. Paul was not happy. He hated doughnuts.

Wow, all that, and the only outcome was that Paul got a doughnut instead of a pastry.
Just shows how much the universe hates P.P.

poor paul

though i'll happily have the doughnut :p

I know. And patries wouldnt be your thing. Then again so would being beaten. Its all in equilibrium.

Because that made sense...

My apoligies for massive delay, and for returning here again with nothing to put up. More has been drafted, but gene regulation called ie i was forced to learn all about it. WhatFun.

In the meantime, feel free to discuss the story, where its leading, and life as we know it.

That was a nicely long winded way to give Paul a doughnut... I can safely say I've no idea where you're leading this, but am awaiting whatever happens fairly eagerly.

It is very possible that yours truly decided to pray for paul to have a doughnut? No? Oh, right then.

I have written up the next chapter, which includes a large amount of viking worms and some random battle or something but I am just about to miss my bus so...

Alright you horrible lot. This isnt my best piece to date. But its certainly a change of perspective. Today we have a look at the lives of the Mad Ostriche clan, featuring Pressure, Kamakaze Duck, Iguana and Worm King as one of the random Vikings (dont worry, theres a larger role for you later, obviously)
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Chapter 3 Part 1

The worm planet (dubbed Worm-net) was small, compared to the many other stable inhabited planets of the infinite reaches of the universe. Its land mass was split into two main continents, a mass of water between them dotted with exotic islands that courageous worms used to venture to before it occurred to them that none of their predecessors had actually ever returned. As a result, no one knew what lurked on these oceanic islands, worm or beast, and not many worms particularly cared anyway. The city of Murof was sprawled along a tiny stretch of coast of one of the massive continents. The other was less known, but things happened there. Things that would, soon, enough begin to shape the fate of the universe. Possibly.


The wind seared through the wasteland on the edge of the sprawling jungle. It was strange place to be. Trees literally grew out of the cliff, trying to get a balance of the best space possible and some actual water to drink. At the foot of the cliff the ground was cracked, sandy and hot. Nothing grew.

Pressure stood on this ground, glancing up at the jungle they had emerged from for a final battle of these lands. Their enemy had mysteriously come from nowhere, but Pressure was confident that that would be where they go back to.

The fog fell upon them like a wispy black blanket as the wind began a new assault, throwing sand around them. Pressure was surprised that there hadn’t been a crack of lighting and a massive rainstorm…

…No one knows if this sort of thought process flies into the mechanics of the chaos theory, but nevertheless it always seems to create a massive irony.

Thunder burst from the heavens above them. Large drops of water fell on the Mad Ostriches, clanging on the metal of drawn guns and reinforced helmets.

The wind picked up as a flash of lighting was for a split second reflected of an extremely shiny piece of metal a few yards away from Pressure. He looked up, frowned, and stole a glance at The Duck, so nicknamed for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

The Duck also frowned and produced deep red bandana, tying it around
his head. Maybe this was The Duck’s day…

This was the Mad Ostrich clan. Formed by Pressure, they had been fighting for the Jungle for years and were now expanding across the barren continent. The clan was composed of an assortment of random worms using an assortment of strange weapons.

Pressure took out his own weapon, a metal handle, and waited.

There was a sudden chorus of grunts, and another flash of lighting illuminated a mass of blades many yards in front of them. The mist was thick, but Pressure could just make out what looked like axes.

“Iguana” Pressure called, “Chuck a flare over there, will you?”

The flame-tailed mutant worm took out a flare, lit it and threw it into the air with one sweeping move. The glow illuminated the fantastic mists as it hurled over the heads of the Mad Ostiches. The red light fell upon a horde of Viking warriors, every single one of them holding a blood thirsty axe of some type, all of which were much larger than their owners.

“Oh, shi…”

Pressure’s voice was drowned out by a unanimous war cry that erupted from the horde, quickly followed by the sounds of many worms sliding forward at an alarming pace across barren dirt.

“Everyone!” Pressure shouted, “Attack!”

Luckily, the clan on the whole were so dumb minded they never needed to know exactly what they were attacking. The fact that someone had told them to attack something other than themselves was enough to make them rush forward. They were warriors, and fight is what their life was composed of.

Pressure cited what looked like the leader as both armies advanced, who could be distinguished by the fact that his axe was five times the size of everyone elses. It looked lethal, and the Viking should therefore need to be touched with a barge pole. Or…

The handle in Pressure’s hand made a loud whirring sound before a very long and sharp toasting fork erupted from it in a flurry of blue sparks. It looked lethal. With one fowl swoop Pressure decapitated three Vikings, vaulted two others and penetrated the iron helmet of another. The leader watched, his mouth of gold glinting in the lighting that erupted once more. The bearded worm was grinning.

The sound of guns blazed as the excuse for a firing squad open fired on the rushing Vikings. There were many disgruntled shouts as the warriors fell to the ground. Others took to the cover of their own axes. Some catapulted themselves into the firing squad and decapitate a good portion of them.

On the whole the war became extremely bloody. Iguana looked around for The Duck, who had yet to make an appearance. Stepping over the slowly incinerating bodies around him, he slithered forward slowly, his fists and tail alight with a furious blaze.

The toasting fork withdrew as quick as the lightning that bounced off it as it parried another thunderous swipe of the massive battle axe. Pressure’s pink forehead sweated furiously as he tried again and again to take a good stab at the leader. And suddenly the sharp, metal axe head was behind him. He threw himself to the ground as the axe cut the air just above him. Instincts told him to roll over as the head came screaming down into the dirt, straight through three of Pressure’s left fingers. He screamed, did a rather random forward roll and extended the toasting fork straight through the raging Viking. The Viking stared back at him, his face full of glee as he slowly ripped the fork out of his body and threw it away.

Iguana’s flame thrower gurgled with the sound of an empty fuel tank, telling him that he was now going to die. Flame licked the scorched ground before him, but many Vikings with sharp weapons were coming at him still, obviously not just wanting to be his friend. And then he saw him. The Duck had climbed a little way up the cliff onto a stable ledge. He was glowing with a furious red. The calling card he had always talked about had apparently come.

Iguana could only watch as The Duck pushed hard against the cliff, his tailas spring-loaded as a mouse trap, and fired himself into the bloody mess in a red streak. The effect was devastating. Vikings were thrown into the air by the shear force. The air sizzled behind him as he literally flew through the air like a rocket. The screaming sound was louder than the lightning. And the explosion at the end was pure terror. What was left of the Vikings were already fleeing for their life.

Pressure got up, eyeing the steaming lower body of what once was a proud leader of an ancient horde. The Duck had kamikaze’d through the worm, leaving only the bottom half. It was time like this when winning wasn’t all that fun.

Murof, lol.
Just too boring to read so big text.
Anyway, who's had a performance in this story?

Very nice! A little confusing at first, but skim-reading the whole story again and it makes sense. A tangent to introduce more charatcers I presume?

Anyway, who's had a performance in this story?
Read it mabye?

Murof, lol.
Just too boring to read so big text.
Anyway, who's had a performance in this story? How random. I suggest you go to the first post and read the first chapter. If you don't like then tell me why. I highly doubt I am THAT boring.

It was a slight tangent, agreed. But things should wrap up nicely in the end. Hopefully.

yes it was a tangent and a nice way to introduce some new characters

Lovely, lovely idea.
Tgworm, very bling, quite a large ego, Very VERY metallic, Friendly, bit of a chav really

Friendly, bit of a chav really
...that makes no sense :p

...that makes no sense :p
Does it not?!?:p

...that makes no sense :p I once knew a friednly chav. But soon after the universe collapsed in on itself.

THe profile will be added. A very big sorry to anyone who is still awaiting something more to read. I've recently come back from a week long trip to the Lake District. I will write some more as soon as I free myself from the shackles nicknamed "work".

do you mean real... actual... "work"?

I think I may just dignify whatever type of comment that was with a gourmless expression.

:-/

Hey can you include moi if i give a link to my profile ?

Of course. All applications accepted. All applications used.

Arrrgh crap i cant find my profile Anyways he's just a random Dim witted Guy who has a bad obssession with Poking things For some reason XD

Arrrgh crap i cant find my profile Anyways he's just a random Dim witted Guy who has a bad obssession with Poking things For some reason XD
pointless post ahem!! Keep it coming kikumbob!!:p

No Actualy Yours was more Pointless than mine considering i was giving a breif description of my sigworm's personality and providing a visual aid As appose to you who just gave some random praise...

visual aidThat's what we call a video at school! "We need a visual aid to re-enforce our learning miss!"

Arrrgh crap i cant find my profile Anyways he's just a random Dim witted Guy who has a bad obssession with Poking things For some reason XD
And also obsessed with ragu too.

No Actualy Yours was more Pointless than mine considering i was giving a breif description of my sigworm's personality and providing a visual aid As appose to you who just gave some random praise...Alright alright we'll have none of that *****ing here. It looks as if your all ravenous to have more story. Well, tough. I'm on the wrong computer:p

Alright alright we'll have none of that *****ing here. It looks as if your all ravenous to have more story. Well, tough. I'm on the wrong computer:p

it lacks notepad?

BTW, My profile is in the first page.

Holy peanuts, I knew waiting a while before the story went into itself for a while, and I love what you did with my character.

Keep it up man.

Woops, it seems I have A level exams in two weeks:eek:

Priority for a normal day:
1. Revision
2. Thinking about doing revision
3. Eating, possibly drinking if it helps me pass.
4. Other things that I need to live
5. Forumer's Story
6. Other story <----havnt ever got to here yet. Therefore it dosnt exist.

And I don't usually get to 5. either. So unless someone wants to volunteer to write up all my core practicals, its possible that this next piece is the last you will get for...a month? But I'm not giving up on it. Oh, no.

Understandable. I suggest this thread dies for a few weeks, and get revived by Kikumbob with the next chapter.

err. Yes, after I give you the next bit.

Actually, I suggest that I do not care if anyone posts in this thread for the next few weeks or not. As long as its not spam (god knows why anyone would want to do that anymore)

A little second part to chapter...3...i think.
Uploaded story also updated.
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Chapter 3 - Part 2

“Ow” said The Duck.

“What a thoroughly pointless act of violence” said an echoey voice behind him.

The Duck got up and looked around. Many others were also looking around at the devastation that littered the dessert floor. The strange thing was that half of these were semi-transparent.

“Before you ask, you are, in every sense of the word, dead” explained Reaper.

“Oh” replied The Duck, feeling slightly disappointed.

“What else were you expecting?”

“Now that you put it that way” thought The Duck aloud, “There’s an awful lot of people dead, though.”

“Again, what else were you expecting?”

“And you have to…harvest all of these?”

“Yes.”

“But…but that’s like trying to…”

“Harvest a field?”

“Shutup.”

The Duck had a headache. Or he thought he had a headache. It was another example of compulsive living after death; you just couldn’t shake off the restraints that life had set you that easily.

“So, what do I do now?”

“That’s for you to decide” replied Reaper with the same uncaring tone.
“I would, however, advise that you did something about this fate of the universe thing.”

“Oh? And what fate would that be?”

“I don’t know. I merely suggested it.”

“Aren’t you supposed to know everything?”

“No. I merely know enough to do my job. That’s the thing, people keep mistaking me for God. It’s an extremely bad habit on all kinds of levels. I mean, its like asking a Baker how to construct a nuclear fusion reactor.”

“For someone who’s supposed to pick up the dead, you have a really strange attitude” The Duck pointed out.

“Sorry. What I mean to say is whatever you do now is up to you. I know what you’re thinking, why aren’t you in heaven or hell or wherever. But I’m afraid there’s this thing called Fate and everyone follows it.”

“Just tell me what to do and I will do it!”

The Duck was now getting thouroughly annoyed in a compulsive living way. The Reaper of Worms tapped the place where his nose would supposedly be, the deathly black hood concealing the face completely.

“So, I’m not going to heaven-“

“No.”

“Oh right. Do I ever get to?”

“Yes.”

“Once I’ve done this...fate thing?”

“Yes.”

“I suppose its something to do” The Duck concluded.

It's good. Interested as to how the two parts meet together.

...You think they are connected?
HAH!

:rolleyes:

Chapter Four-Part 1

It was a very quiet domination. The mess that was supposedly a city couldn’t really care less who ruled it. As long as life was good and no one died too much.

Alien King stood outside the D.I.L.S.E., the mayor of Murof suspended upside down in a green glowing mid-air by a tractor beam sourced from the shiny golden staff he carried around with him. Behind him stood his henchmen. His army. The D.I.L.S.E. was the only place left to dominate. He was looking forward to it. Grinning evilly, he signalled with his free hand.

Inside the entrance hall, the doors blew inwards.

The receptionist looked up.

“How can I help you?” she asked in a fashion that suggested she had done this all her life and was not about to change tack.

Alien king smiled menacingly. “Take me to your leader.”

“There is no need. He’s up there in that greenish-”

“The other leader. The intelligent one.”

“You mean Dr. Power.”

“Yes whatever.”

“One moment, please.”

Alien King felt slightly perturbed. People were supposed to scream. Instead, a worm with stupidly blue hair was looking at the three aliens with a thoughtful smile.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” Alien King spat.

Kikumbob shrugged and squirmed off.

“Dr. Power will see you now,” the receptionist said, smiling. “Take the lift to the observatory. He is quite excited at your arrival.”

For the first time in his life, Alien King had to do a double take. “Excited?”

“Yes, quite so. He’s been waiting for this moment for a long time. Are you ok?”

The tractor beam wavered. Alien King resisted a gourmless expression.

“Ignatius, Plasma, we need to rethink the plan…”

Heh. It's really annoying when faced with a lack of reaction. It's almost offensive.

Well it's nice to see a return after a break.

LOL. Nice proggress so far. I think I'll reread the whole thing. BTW edited profile. http://forum.team17.co.uk/showpost.php?p=486252&postcount=858

The story hath continued :D ! And pretty good too, although I'm unlikely to be around much longer to read any more for quite unless you take the same sort of time again to write the next section :(

The story hath continued Well, I dont know about that. A combination of hot weather and writer's block is going to result in sporadic updates at the most.

Can I be in too? I know this is late, but still... It's a good story!

Tricky...very tricky. Hah, course you can. Just give me some sort of profile of your character and I will fit you into a mainstream part i.e. you will affect the story in some way.

My gosh! Its another part to....Chapter 3...
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Doctor Paul Power looked extremely carefully at the tractor beam.

“Why exactly do you have the town mayor imprisoned like that?” he asked.

“Well, to get you to cooperate of course,” said Alien King in a testy a manner.

The mayor whimpered slightly. He had lost his glasses when he was paraded down the street and couldn’t see very much. He suspected that they were in the observatory on the top floor of the D.I.L.S.E. That was defiantly Dr. Power in front of him, a worm covered in a load of fluffy wool was cowering in the corner and another blue haired worm was just standing there. He would’ve liked to know who the captors were but he couldn’t turn around. It was like being suspended in the middle of a very thick green jelly.

Alien King shook his head. “Look,” he said, “Just let us take this stupid city and enslave you all and I will promise that your mayor here will be let go.”

Paul Power considered this. “I think maybe that is the mayors decision and not mine. What you should’ve done is imprisoned me and gone to the mayor—“

“Oh, I don’t have to tolerate this,” Alien King shouted. His skin turned a darker green. “Ignatius, take control of this building. Plasma, go with him and unlock any doors you can find. This is obviously a better base than that cutlery shop so we will…is that a…is that…”

Alien King trailed off as he stared fixedly at Paul Power’s desk and the plate that had been neatly rejected to one side, slightly concealed by a load of paperwork. Paul looked too. Everyone looked. Alien King drooled slightly.

“Er, sir…” Plasma tried, but Alien King appeared to be in a trance.

Paul Power slithered over to his desk and carefully picked up the discarded doughnut from the plate. It had shrivelled up a bit in the air.

Alien King’s eyes followed the doughnut.

“That’s…”

“A doughnut?” Dr. Power suggested.

“Uhhh,” said Alien King.

There was a short uncomfortable silence. Ignatius’ glow faltered
slightly. Plasma slapped his hand against his head.

“I would do anything for a doughnut,” said Alien King.

There was a loud sound as Mayor Sel hit the floor with a concussive crunch.

Several other sounds followed this one as large drops of drool splashed onto the white washed floor. Alien king slithered forward

“Anything.” Paul Power repeated, and gave the doughnut one of his careful, exploring looks.

There was a carefully judged silence as the large window behind the desk was given a hard study, before Dr Power’s eyes swivelled to kikumbob, who looked at plasma, who had his head in his hands mumbling “not again. Not again.”

Kikumbob nodded at Paul Power. Knowing exchanges were exchanged.
Alien King slithered forward, a green hand outstretched, his staff forgotten on the floor behind him.

Kikumbob closed his eyes. A vein appeared down the side of his head. He said “nnngh.”

Every single piece of glass in the Observatory smashed as a sonic boom rippled through the room. Chemicals gushed out of bottles on shelves. Large, specially curved lenses exploded out of the telescopes. Wind rushed in through smashed windows. A gale hit the group.
Paul clutched the desk to regain his balance and waved the doughnut erratically in front of Alien King, who lunged at it like a wolf on a piece of meat. The doughnut was pulled out of the reach of Alien Kings green grasp and tossed out of the window.

Still in a hungry trance, Alien King followed it.

The observatory is very high. It needs to be. This means that the
top tower must be able to brave winds of immense speeds. If you fell off from here, you would do a great deal of floating before you plummeted. On this occasion a very large green worm did a very erratic dance with a small, wrinkled doughnut.

LOL!

I'd almost forgotton that line about doughnuts in my character's profile.

I took it extremely literally.

hmm... can you put me in the story? (The things I miss when I go away for 5 months).

Did you give me a profile? if you did you are in the plot somewhere.

No. here (http://forum.team17.co.uk/showpost.php?p=438398&postcount=484). Oh, and, for my sock puppet (http://forum.team17.co.uk/showpost.php?p=521938&postcount=1024)

Me? I'm a blue worm, most of the time I'm quite friendly, but if you call me a smurf, I'll strangle whoever called me that. And I like Plasma AS IN LIKE LIKE

Oh, and I can levitate

Oh, and I can levitate
Yes. He can levitate whenever there's no room in a picture for him to fit anywhere else.

Do I detect some sort of tension between the winner and the runner up of this caption competition?:-/

Do I detect some sort of tension between the winner and the runner up of this caption competition?:-/
Yes, but unrelated to the competition.
BK likes to add drama to anything and everything, so he thinks it'd be fun to have a rival; I dislike BK because of his drama-ness and is pervertedness.

You started it Plasma, you put a pike through my head. I don't take kindly to having pike's shoved through my head. It gave me a headache. Oh, and I'm not perverted.