Post by Weegee on Jun 25, 2008 1:22:21 GMT -5
This story will NOT FAIL like the CTT Story did! This I swear! Now that that's out of the way...
Howdy, Challenge Takers and Guests! This is Count Glenn speaking on behalf of throwing a new story into the wide open! It will be all about the Challenge Takers' adventures living on in a world of many challengers. Very repetitive plot, I know.
"And how!"
NOTE: In this one and ONLY thread from now on am I not limited to speaking in quotes. Turboman allowed me this freedom for only this one time.
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The CTS will be updated every Sunday, hopefully, but I will start it today and it will snowball from there. Sometimes I will update because I'm bored. All the better for you. So here's the prologue to the story...
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PROLOGUE
I guess this story starts when I joined the board about a year ago. I was only acquainted with a couple of them when I decided to sell my soul to the Consortium of Chaos. I walked in silently staring at how large the building was on the inside, so not to break the silence that seemed to have its tight grip on the domain. I figured that a bit of redirection would help, so I pulled out my PET.
"Turboman, this place seems a bit large. Are you sure this is the Consortium of Chaos?" I asked.
"Absolutely. You think my GPS would lie?" Turboman replied in a question.
"First off, I don't even think we're on Earth anymore, so yes, I'm thinking your GPS is lying. Second, you're not always truthful like you robotic Navis should be."
"You can thank Mr. Famous for that. I'm not the one to blame." Turboman had a piercing look on his face. He was one of Mr. Famous' rejected Navi's after all, sent to the PET Pound to face his life as an autonomous Navi. Luckily I picked him there as my Navi and we've been close ever since.
"Too true. So where are we?"
"Why not ask the dude at the help desk?" Sure enough, there was someone at the help-desk. I walked reluctantly over to the person. It was only a little too late I noticed this "person" was what looked like a Bangaa from Final Fantasy XII, right down to the dog-face. It had a scar down its eye, and had a head of dampened red hair.
"I think you're better off calling him an 'it'," Turboman pointed out. I tried to shush him, but the being simply shrugged.
"It's alright. I get that a lot," it said. It sported a gruff, pirate-y accent.
"Thank you. Exactly who are you?" I asked.
"The name is Fay. I run half the management department round these parts." This 'Fay' person seemed a little preoccupied with personal business.
"I've heard of you!" I blurted out excitedly. "You're also that space pirate, Rid-" I was cut off. It had the reflexes of a cheetah upon hearing the name.
"Shush. I was said to have called off the Ridley identity long ago," Fay said. "But I don't want anybody telling nobody that Ridley O'Donnell is still active, if you know what I'm talking about." Fay let go of my mouth. "Now what's your moniker, kid?"
"Name's Count Glenn. Wantin' to sell my soul to the place." Fay looked at me with sharp, cold eyes. It wasn't the kind of eyes you would want to see behind the counter of a help desk.
"Oh yeah. You're that kid who made up the old Fayorei joke, right?" Fay asked, rather peeved.
"If I say yes, will I be denied entry?" I was getting anxious.
"...No," Fay remarked. I was relieved. Fay's complexion changed to a bit of a crooked smile. "To be frank, I loved the joke. But I was mocked here for a while. Don't bring that joke by Kay. She'll probably throw it over the intercom."
"Kayorei's here too?!?" My mind was racing as fast as the average fangirl. I would finally meet the goddess of Challenge Taking.
"No," Fay said, now whittling on a block of wood that seemed to come out of nowhere. My heart sank. "Well, not exactly, anyway. Kayorei had her mind dumped into a computer long ago. She will now live forever as a sentient being, living as long as the computer will."
"How long is that?" I asked.
"The warranty expired years ago. But she can take challenges faster than any of us could, and the computer's running smoothly thanks to Rekai's computer maitenance skills. In her abscence, she left me and Legoman in charge."
"So where's he?"
"Acapulco."
"That's genius," I remarked, keeping canon to the original Bob and George joke. Fay looked at me like it had no idea what I was talking about.
"...But I've been left alone here for some time," Fay continued. "Kayorei got mad at Lego and apparantly appointed Syaro Moderator duties. He's not too tolerant of n00bs, but he gets the job done. That's why he's been given the name Colonel Rays."
"Why?" I asked. Colonel Rays wasn't all the best nick for such a high and mighty moderator.
"Because he reversed his name and the former is too hard to pronounce. By the way, your soul has been sold, and your bunking with Bardpado down the hall on the tenth door to your right. Here's your change." Fay handed me an official Challenge Taker rookie badge, which looked almost like Phoenix's attorney's badge from Phoenix Wright. Along with it came a card key and a purple access pass.
"What's with the pass?"
"Certain responsibilities come to those with those access passes. You are only able to unlock doors with purple linings with that pass," Fay said, sounding like something right out of Spiderman. It had an eerie look on its face.
"How many doors have that lining?"
"Probably two," it said. I was displeased. "It's getting late. Go meet up with Bard and he will get you acquainted with life as a Challenge Taker. At least, he'll have your bed ready." Fay noted that over the intercom.
And so I walked down a hallway that seemed to go on forever. It was coated rather heavily, with a red kashmir rug, and gilded Corinthyian leather coating the walls, studded with small diamonds. I yelled to Fay, "Does this hallway go on forever?" It seemed to echo. That was a bad sign.
"We don't know. Only Kayorei's gone far enough to know."
I eventually found the door to Bard's room. I entered. It wasn't the most fancy room in the consortium, with a couple of flourescent bulb lamps keeping the place lit. The two beds were placed against the wall, seperate from each other. One was personalized with little bats and had a heavy blanket covering it. The other was personalized with Cheese from Fosters, a show back home on Earth. On the Cheese bed was a man playing a mean ukelele.
"You must be my bunkmate," Bard said. He had an interesting accent, sounding like it was from East Malaysia. He wore some normal clothes and a very interesting and very brightly colored pancho on. The ukelele matched the pancho.
"You must be Phillipino, by the sound of your accent," I replied.
"Very good, how did you know?" Bard asked.
"I saw your account on YouTube. You're not half bad."
"Thanks. I'm almost official, so soon I'll be able to take lots of challenges. Officially, that is." This of course took place when Bard only had 19 challenges done and was almost done with his twentieth.
"Awesome. Can you play Kumbaya on that thing?" I asked, jokingly.
"I'm really good. Check it out." He played it well.
"All right, how about Crossroads?" He played it well. "Is there any song you don't know how to play?" There was a pause.
"Nope."
"Alright. So is this the way CTs live?" I asked, interested.
"Pretty much," Bard answered.
"I'm lovin' it so far," I replied with a smile.
END PROLOGUE
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Read and Discuss.
Footnote: I will not take any edits for this story. Do not ask me to change the story. However, as avatars change (Such as Fay usually does) I might have to change things, like the fact Fay looks like a Bangaa in this series.
Howdy, Challenge Takers and Guests! This is Count Glenn speaking on behalf of throwing a new story into the wide open! It will be all about the Challenge Takers' adventures living on in a world of many challengers. Very repetitive plot, I know.
"And how!"
NOTE: In this one and ONLY thread from now on am I not limited to speaking in quotes. Turboman allowed me this freedom for only this one time.
...[/note]
The CTS will be updated every Sunday, hopefully, but I will start it today and it will snowball from there. Sometimes I will update because I'm bored. All the better for you. So here's the prologue to the story...
*****************************************************
PROLOGUE
I guess this story starts when I joined the board about a year ago. I was only acquainted with a couple of them when I decided to sell my soul to the Consortium of Chaos. I walked in silently staring at how large the building was on the inside, so not to break the silence that seemed to have its tight grip on the domain. I figured that a bit of redirection would help, so I pulled out my PET.
"Turboman, this place seems a bit large. Are you sure this is the Consortium of Chaos?" I asked.
"Absolutely. You think my GPS would lie?" Turboman replied in a question.
"First off, I don't even think we're on Earth anymore, so yes, I'm thinking your GPS is lying. Second, you're not always truthful like you robotic Navis should be."
"You can thank Mr. Famous for that. I'm not the one to blame." Turboman had a piercing look on his face. He was one of Mr. Famous' rejected Navi's after all, sent to the PET Pound to face his life as an autonomous Navi. Luckily I picked him there as my Navi and we've been close ever since.
"Too true. So where are we?"
"Why not ask the dude at the help desk?" Sure enough, there was someone at the help-desk. I walked reluctantly over to the person. It was only a little too late I noticed this "person" was what looked like a Bangaa from Final Fantasy XII, right down to the dog-face. It had a scar down its eye, and had a head of dampened red hair.
"I think you're better off calling him an 'it'," Turboman pointed out. I tried to shush him, but the being simply shrugged.
"It's alright. I get that a lot," it said. It sported a gruff, pirate-y accent.
"Thank you. Exactly who are you?" I asked.
"The name is Fay. I run half the management department round these parts." This 'Fay' person seemed a little preoccupied with personal business.
"I've heard of you!" I blurted out excitedly. "You're also that space pirate, Rid-" I was cut off. It had the reflexes of a cheetah upon hearing the name.
"Shush. I was said to have called off the Ridley identity long ago," Fay said. "But I don't want anybody telling nobody that Ridley O'Donnell is still active, if you know what I'm talking about." Fay let go of my mouth. "Now what's your moniker, kid?"
"Name's Count Glenn. Wantin' to sell my soul to the place." Fay looked at me with sharp, cold eyes. It wasn't the kind of eyes you would want to see behind the counter of a help desk.
"Oh yeah. You're that kid who made up the old Fayorei joke, right?" Fay asked, rather peeved.
"If I say yes, will I be denied entry?" I was getting anxious.
"...No," Fay remarked. I was relieved. Fay's complexion changed to a bit of a crooked smile. "To be frank, I loved the joke. But I was mocked here for a while. Don't bring that joke by Kay. She'll probably throw it over the intercom."
"Kayorei's here too?!?" My mind was racing as fast as the average fangirl. I would finally meet the goddess of Challenge Taking.
"No," Fay said, now whittling on a block of wood that seemed to come out of nowhere. My heart sank. "Well, not exactly, anyway. Kayorei had her mind dumped into a computer long ago. She will now live forever as a sentient being, living as long as the computer will."
"How long is that?" I asked.
"The warranty expired years ago. But she can take challenges faster than any of us could, and the computer's running smoothly thanks to Rekai's computer maitenance skills. In her abscence, she left me and Legoman in charge."
"So where's he?"
"Acapulco."
"That's genius," I remarked, keeping canon to the original Bob and George joke. Fay looked at me like it had no idea what I was talking about.
"...But I've been left alone here for some time," Fay continued. "Kayorei got mad at Lego and apparantly appointed Syaro Moderator duties. He's not too tolerant of n00bs, but he gets the job done. That's why he's been given the name Colonel Rays."
"Why?" I asked. Colonel Rays wasn't all the best nick for such a high and mighty moderator.
"Because he reversed his name and the former is too hard to pronounce. By the way, your soul has been sold, and your bunking with Bardpado down the hall on the tenth door to your right. Here's your change." Fay handed me an official Challenge Taker rookie badge, which looked almost like Phoenix's attorney's badge from Phoenix Wright. Along with it came a card key and a purple access pass.
"What's with the pass?"
"Certain responsibilities come to those with those access passes. You are only able to unlock doors with purple linings with that pass," Fay said, sounding like something right out of Spiderman. It had an eerie look on its face.
"How many doors have that lining?"
"Probably two," it said. I was displeased. "It's getting late. Go meet up with Bard and he will get you acquainted with life as a Challenge Taker. At least, he'll have your bed ready." Fay noted that over the intercom.
And so I walked down a hallway that seemed to go on forever. It was coated rather heavily, with a red kashmir rug, and gilded Corinthyian leather coating the walls, studded with small diamonds. I yelled to Fay, "Does this hallway go on forever?" It seemed to echo. That was a bad sign.
"We don't know. Only Kayorei's gone far enough to know."
I eventually found the door to Bard's room. I entered. It wasn't the most fancy room in the consortium, with a couple of flourescent bulb lamps keeping the place lit. The two beds were placed against the wall, seperate from each other. One was personalized with little bats and had a heavy blanket covering it. The other was personalized with Cheese from Fosters, a show back home on Earth. On the Cheese bed was a man playing a mean ukelele.
"You must be my bunkmate," Bard said. He had an interesting accent, sounding like it was from East Malaysia. He wore some normal clothes and a very interesting and very brightly colored pancho on. The ukelele matched the pancho.
"You must be Phillipino, by the sound of your accent," I replied.
"Very good, how did you know?" Bard asked.
"I saw your account on YouTube. You're not half bad."
"Thanks. I'm almost official, so soon I'll be able to take lots of challenges. Officially, that is." This of course took place when Bard only had 19 challenges done and was almost done with his twentieth.
"Awesome. Can you play Kumbaya on that thing?" I asked, jokingly.
"I'm really good. Check it out." He played it well.
"All right, how about Crossroads?" He played it well. "Is there any song you don't know how to play?" There was a pause.
"Nope."
"Alright. So is this the way CTs live?" I asked, interested.
"Pretty much," Bard answered.
"I'm lovin' it so far," I replied with a smile.
END PROLOGUE
*********************************************
Read and Discuss.
Footnote: I will not take any edits for this story. Do not ask me to change the story. However, as avatars change (Such as Fay usually does) I might have to change things, like the fact Fay looks like a Bangaa in this series.