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Post by Ikkin on Jan 3, 2005 17:22:34 GMT -5
This is too great! The banter with the angry mob is so funny! Keep up the good work, Rider!
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Post by HTML Has Respawned on Jan 3, 2005 18:23:15 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Oh dear, I seem to be making things more confusin'...;D But they better not get on my nerves, or I WILL go homicidally insane with my eyes flecked red.  [/glow] |
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Post by Kat on Jan 3, 2005 22:10:24 GMT -5
Excellent so far, Rider! Please, do continue!
I should've blasted the mob into smithereens. An angry sorceress is more dangerous than a tsunami, earthquake and volcano eruption put together.
I like the banter. ROFL!
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Post by HTML Has Respawned on Jan 4, 2005 11:29:57 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Yeah, Kat, blast them into bits! And what are they talking about with the authority?! It's a free Neopian country, and there is no-*is muffled* ;D[/glow]
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Post by Rider on Jan 4, 2005 15:23:42 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Thankies guys! [/glow] |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2005 16:54:34 GMT -5
That. Was. Too. Funny. I'm rolling over laughing like an idiot right now because that was just so funny...the angry mob certainly had a short attention span! LOL!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2005 20:13:31 GMT -5
XD That was hilarious. Of course we pay our taxes to the Tax Beast! ^_^
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Post by Plushie on Jan 4, 2005 20:20:40 GMT -5
Plush is a good girl who pays her taxes. But she does claim pitchforks on her tax refund for 'work purposes' as an N.T author.
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Post by Bacon on Jan 4, 2005 21:45:49 GMT -5
Funny. I kind of imagine it of more of a house, or a mansion rather than one little small room. I kinda imagine it as a website.  That's a really good story, Rider. I just hope I don't have any part in it. Serriously, for one thing I'm not in the NT(yet), also you don't know my personallity well enough to write about me. |
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Post by Kiddo on Jan 4, 2005 22:00:14 GMT -5
I kinda imagine it as a website. I think it's a Victorian mansion. |
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Post by Orginalcliche on Jan 6, 2005 17:52:36 GMT -5
LOL! That was funny! I love the part about Social Security, and the Chia Police. But there are, they are riiight arrrrround the corner I SEEE THEM!
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Post by Gav on Jan 7, 2005 19:36:00 GMT -5
MEGA LOL. I love it. Keep it up, Rider.
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Post by Rider on Jan 9, 2005 20:44:47 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]I apologize for the length of wait time and the shortness of the story part. But here goes.[/glow]
Veritas Vitae
Part Four
By: Rider
The weeks passed. Another Times came out, with the usual amount of Lenny Sack and Totodum goodness. An new Vitae came out, with some beautifully modified pictures of Huggsy making out with Eri. We were eventually able to get Kat out of that jealous rage. After a while, (and several counter-curses, healing potions, phoenix downs, and a censor working on overtime) we realized that once again, they were messing with our minds.
“It’s not fair, that they try to divide us like this.” Seduphe fumed, scowling angrily. “Trying to turn us against the community and one another…”
“I know.” I flopped onto a bean bag chair and sighed. Things were going downhill, slowly as a bug creeps. But eventually, that bug will reach the bottom of the hill and drown in the lake below. I congratulated myself on depressing my readers with this metaphor.
“Well, at least we know we have that emergency supply of pitchforks,” HTML said, turning towards Plushieowner. The girl wasn’t listening. She was filing a tax report. On my desk. And using my Meepit paperweight. Confound it all.
The next week’s issue had that exact same picture, modified again to show him in liplock with Puzz. They didn’t even make an effort to change it any further. The calendar behind Huggsy’s head still read “December 29.”
“The original shot was one of me and Kat,” The bear anthro said pensively. “I remember, Emm took it as a joke.”
“How could they have gotten their hands on that picture?” Gav wondered out loud.
“Call me paranoid,” Snorkles added, “But does anyone else feel like we’re being watched?”
An awkward silence.
Suddenly, a terrible shriek from the kitchen! Screams and the smell of burned gelatin emanated from the section of the cave that we call the “kitchen.” In reality, it’s a wood stove and a couple of cabinets. In unison, we jumped from our assorted chairs, beanbag seats, and Meepit-adorned desks to rush to the scene of the disaster.
NSQ had set JH on fire.
“Augh! Get a lousy’ extinguisher already!” he yelled. She just kept laughing. He just kept shouting. “You’re a menace to society, you hear me? An absolute loon!”
I know I shouldn’t have laughed, but it was just too funny. I mean, the llama-boy was running around like a cartoon character. Poor boy never learned stop, drop and roll. NSQ was giggling like a schoolgirl, chasing him around with a blanket in an attempt to smother the flames. She just ended up fanning them and making it worse.
Finally, Kat had the decency to cast a water-elemental spell and douse the fried llama. We all had a good chuckle afterward. NSQ apologized over and over again, saying that she was trying to light a stove fire and JH got in the way. The llama kept claiming that NSQ was never trying to light the stove wood on fire at all, but rather, was trying to set fire to the banana bread inside.
She just buttered something about liking the smell of burning bananas.
Another scream, this one from the cavern alcove that we have dubbed “the den” because most of the forumers who hang out there are our furries. Huggsy, Echo, Meowth. The place has a terrible bug problem.
The scream was just Linny. Poor girl was going spastic. Ranting hysterically about spyders. Again, I couldn’t help but laugh.
Saturday came, with its articles, comics, musicals, and Vitae.
A half-dozen full color pictures of an evidently “pyromaniac” NSQ.
Snorkles read a piece of the article out loud. “‘You’re a menace to society, you hear me? An absolute loon!’ yelled Jerk_head the llama last Saturday after Vitae reporters caught Neopian Times author Neo_Star_Queen setting him on fire. She just laughed. Just stood there and laughed. Miraculously, JH escaped with only minor injuries.”
I snatched the paper rather rudely from Snorkles’s hands and tore it into kindling. Ken backed away slowly. I knew my temper was getting away with me, but things like this would have consequences. The NTWF couldn’t afford another mob at its doorstep.
I picked up a copy of the good old NT and planted myself in a red beanbag chair in the corner, refusing to acknowledge the existence of the other paper. Even when Huggsy lost his temper and threw the shredded paper in my direction. I got some in my mouth. Not a pleasant aftertaste.
“Snorkles is right; we are being watched.” Crystal entered the room, garbed in her ninja gear and holding a very perilous-looking katana. Stal and Kiddo soon followed, Eri bringing up the rear.
“The ninjas are on the case.” Kiddo drew her katana as well, and Stal swing his nunchucks. I swear, it was like a Bruce Lee movie. “If there’s anyone is spying on our home, we’ll know in a matter of hours. I promise. Then we’ll string the miserable spy up by his neck and serve him to the Meepits. Deep fried.”
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Post by HTML Has Respawned on Jan 9, 2005 23:28:18 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]LOL!!! Keep it up, Rider! And keep the funny quotes up!
Wait, what if this "miserable-to-be spy" is a girl? *ponders*[/glow]
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Post by Kiddo on Jan 9, 2005 23:49:53 GMT -5
Ninjas! HUZZAH!!
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Furgo 
Michael. 