Finished The Challenge III - 3 Teams, 3 Twists, 3 Times the Fun!
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Time for my scoring;
Sun's Story:
(Unsure who this is written by, most likely Lucky Fire)
6/10 Moderate use of the number three, the storyline was great though an it was entertaining for such a short piece.
Hurricane's Story:
(by oyeah1988, with some help from TDL I believe)
7/10 How...Original?
Air Lockers' Story 1
(Authors are listed in all 3 stories)
Air Lockers' Story 2
Air Lockers' Story 3
Sun's Story:
(Unsure who this is written by, most likely Lucky Fire)
The Three Clones
I knew it was a bad idea; the moment I pressed that red button, all three vats opened instantly, spilling a very large amount of vat liquid into the already messy floor. Nobody was around. And I'd just done what would throw me into jail for sure; I created three clones. Of myself. Red buttons always urge you to press them.
The seven-feet-tall clones fell into the floor. They all had short brown hair, same as me. And they were wearing a red shirt with a polar bear picture on them; below the waist was covered with black, long pants. I did have to admit, it was cool, but also creepy and frightening, as if they wanted to kill me. At least that's what I thought. They stood up, their blue eyes looking around the room, as if they were trying to adjust to their surroundings. The clone farthest away from me pointed at me after a moment, all three heads turned towards me. They stared at me as if I was going to kill them. Then the same clone that pointed at me took three steps towards me.
"Who... are you?" he said, looking as confused and scared as me. As if he was deeply lost.
"I'm Ben. Are... are you okay?" I say, trying to comfort the newcomers.
"Yes. Do you know me? I... seem to have lost my memory," the clone asked, the other clones listening to every word spoken.
"No, but I do know that your name is Ben. I hate to break it to you... but you're a clone. I accidentally cloned myself somehow," I try to say. "Three times."
All the clones gasp. The one closest to me asks, "Really? It that why all this goo is on the ground?"
I nod. I motion for them to follow me to my home, a block from the dark building. We walk to a red house with a black roof, my home. They follow me to the guest room, which has two bunk beds. "You can sleep here," I say. They seem unsure, then each one chooses a bed and thanks me.
I slept in my bed, knowing that there will be severe punishments tomorrow. I had violated the rules of the Science Lab building. They won't like it.
I knew it was a bad idea; the moment I pressed that red button, all three vats opened instantly, spilling a very large amount of vat liquid into the already messy floor. Nobody was around. And I'd just done what would throw me into jail for sure; I created three clones. Of myself. Red buttons always urge you to press them.
The seven-feet-tall clones fell into the floor. They all had short brown hair, same as me. And they were wearing a red shirt with a polar bear picture on them; below the waist was covered with black, long pants. I did have to admit, it was cool, but also creepy and frightening, as if they wanted to kill me. At least that's what I thought. They stood up, their blue eyes looking around the room, as if they were trying to adjust to their surroundings. The clone farthest away from me pointed at me after a moment, all three heads turned towards me. They stared at me as if I was going to kill them. Then the same clone that pointed at me took three steps towards me.
"Who... are you?" he said, looking as confused and scared as me. As if he was deeply lost.
"I'm Ben. Are... are you okay?" I say, trying to comfort the newcomers.
"Yes. Do you know me? I... seem to have lost my memory," the clone asked, the other clones listening to every word spoken.
"No, but I do know that your name is Ben. I hate to break it to you... but you're a clone. I accidentally cloned myself somehow," I try to say. "Three times."
All the clones gasp. The one closest to me asks, "Really? It that why all this goo is on the ground?"
I nod. I motion for them to follow me to my home, a block from the dark building. We walk to a red house with a black roof, my home. They follow me to the guest room, which has two bunk beds. "You can sleep here," I say. They seem unsure, then each one chooses a bed and thanks me.
I slept in my bed, knowing that there will be severe punishments tomorrow. I had violated the rules of the Science Lab building. They won't like it.
6/10 Moderate use of the number three, the storyline was great though an it was entertaining for such a short piece.
Hurricane's Story:
(by oyeah1988, with some help from TDL I believe)
Once upon a time,like 3 weeks ago, there was a game on a certain monster-related forum known as Gigas' and Kipz' Challenge 3. To twenty-three year old Chris Cobalt Cluster, this seemed like the perfect place to hone his (somewhat non-existant)skills. After signing up, he met Gigas, who apparently is some sort of ninja-wannabe raised in Britain, and Kipz, who's related to Nightmare from Soul Calibre 3. Once 23-odd other people signed up it was game start.
"Attention all players, look at the screen," Gigas declared, "and you'll see that we have three teams, rather than the normal two. They are, as of right now, Team Red, Blue, and Green. " Kipz replied, "You must now do the following three tasks before Sunday: Decide on your team captain, decide on a team name, of which must represent one of the three coolest monsters found in Hoenn: Kyogre, Groudon, and Rayquaza, then create a team flag that has your mascot and at least three focal points within. Whichever team doesn't get completed before Sunday will face dire *ahem* consequences! So game start!"
Chris Cobalt was on a team of 8 odd people. They included Legendhunter32, some newbie named Dark Lucario, Blargh (who looks like he could blow chunks at any given moment), and some kid with a giant-freaking afro. (I think his name is Zorua, correct me if I am wrong.) First mission: decide on a team leader. Someone named A Frog (does that mean he croaks a lot?]nominated the two apparent newbies, Dark Lucario and Chris Cobalt into office. Chris found that pretty cool,and decided to play his first "stupid" card of the game. He stood upon a box and declared, "Herp-derp, lend me your ears, vote meor die muahaha and we shall win this together!" That really didn't go over too well with the rest of the squad. So much so that DL (intialized to save space and so I don't have to keep typing Dark Lucario over and freakin' over) just blatantly copied Cobalt's speech. Yeah, that was smart. After some short debating, DL was announced as our captain. Stage two/three Team name/flag. To make a long and tedious-to-type story to type short, (honestly guys, this is a lot of typing :/ ) We decided on Kyogre, and Hurricane in Rain as the team name. As of Saturday, no one was eliminated and the teams, and their captains, were all set. Team Red, named Suns of Monsterbeach, was being led by Slickback, some guy who walks like a pimp. And Team Green, called Air Lockers, was being led by an extremely smart, yet derpy looking Bidoof named Bipps.
After that monstrously lengthy first mission, they were exhausted. Yet, providence failed to shine on all of the teams as Gigas declared their second challenge, the aptly named Popularity Contest. "For this mission, you must make a video to be shown on the giant screen tv in front of you! A few things about this one, it must be exactly 63 seconds long! You have one week to create the video. Each team will have three days to garner as much attention as possible. So game start!"
The teams were off to make the most entertaining video that would give them the most views, mostly. During HiR's discussion, Cobalt chimed in, "I will take care of our video and make a crazy music video using other videos as sources" (What are those videos called again? An abridged series or something?) After working for three days, Cobalt was only able to make 33 seconds of usable footage. Panicked for time, he asked for other suggestions of something that would gain enough views to win. DL replied, "I have a short Yu-Gi-Oh! duel on my computer. If you could speed it up, we can use that as our video!" So Chris went to Windows Movie Maker, sped up the match to make it 63 seconds long, and added "fitting music" from the recent court case of California v Edgeworth. (Honestly, who knew murder trials made such amazing music?) Day of reckoning. They popped their videos onto each Megatron TV, and the real game had begun! HiR jumped onto an early lead of 150 while everyone else had next to no views. While everyone one was sleeping (and some frogs were ribbit-snoring, gee I wonder who that was,) the Suns of MonsterBeach, from here on out abbreviated as SoMb, had pumped their views to ~200! The Air-lockers had 20... While in class, Chris had put out invitations to come to a special viewing of the LOST season 2 finale wedding! What they didn't know is that it was a ploy to gain views. After 3 days and countless bickering between rivals, the game was over. SoMb had 309 views, Air lockers at a measly 73, and HiR at 30.......4. After some arguing amongst teams, HiR had eliminated LegendHunter, and Air-lockers gave Lucky Star to SoMb.
Now, you are probablynot asking who is the narrator and how does someone know about this in such crappy detail. No? Really? Well tough luck, reader. My name is oyeah1988, and I am one of the competitors in the Challenge 3. Should you care? Probably not. I wouldn't even be writing this facade of a story if it weren't for Kipz and Gigas. The previous story over the past six paragraphs, is the third mission. What? Were you expecting more from me? Make sure to give an honest rating, and thanks for reading. Side note: Names were changed to protect the innocent.
"Attention all players, look at the screen," Gigas declared, "and you'll see that we have three teams, rather than the normal two. They are, as of right now, Team Red, Blue, and Green. " Kipz replied, "You must now do the following three tasks before Sunday: Decide on your team captain, decide on a team name, of which must represent one of the three coolest monsters found in Hoenn: Kyogre, Groudon, and Rayquaza, then create a team flag that has your mascot and at least three focal points within. Whichever team doesn't get completed before Sunday will face dire *ahem* consequences! So game start!"
Chris Cobalt was on a team of 8 odd people. They included Legendhunter32, some newbie named Dark Lucario, Blargh (who looks like he could blow chunks at any given moment), and some kid with a giant-freaking afro. (I think his name is Zorua, correct me if I am wrong.) First mission: decide on a team leader. Someone named A Frog (does that mean he croaks a lot?]nominated the two apparent newbies, Dark Lucario and Chris Cobalt into office. Chris found that pretty cool,and decided to play his first "stupid" card of the game. He stood upon a box and declared, "Herp-derp, lend me your ears, vote me
After that monstrously lengthy first mission, they were exhausted. Yet, providence failed to shine on all of the teams as Gigas declared their second challenge, the aptly named Popularity Contest. "For this mission, you must make a video to be shown on the giant screen tv in front of you! A few things about this one, it must be exactly 63 seconds long! You have one week to create the video. Each team will have three days to garner as much attention as possible. So game start!"
The teams were off to make the most entertaining video that would give them the most views, mostly. During HiR's discussion, Cobalt chimed in, "I will take care of our video and make a crazy music video using other videos as sources" (What are those videos called again? An abridged series or something?) After working for three days, Cobalt was only able to make 33 seconds of usable footage. Panicked for time, he asked for other suggestions of something that would gain enough views to win. DL replied, "I have a short Yu-Gi-Oh! duel on my computer. If you could speed it up, we can use that as our video!" So Chris went to Windows Movie Maker, sped up the match to make it 63 seconds long, and added "fitting music" from the recent court case of California v Edgeworth. (Honestly, who knew murder trials made such amazing music?) Day of reckoning. They popped their videos onto each Megatron TV, and the real game had begun! HiR jumped onto an early lead of 150 while everyone else had next to no views. While everyone one was sleeping (and some frogs were ribbit-snoring, gee I wonder who that was,) the Suns of MonsterBeach, from here on out abbreviated as SoMb, had pumped their views to ~200! The Air-lockers had 20... While in class, Chris had put out invitations to come to a special viewing of the LOST season 2 finale wedding! What they didn't know is that it was a ploy to gain views. After 3 days and countless bickering between rivals, the game was over. SoMb had 309 views, Air lockers at a measly 73, and HiR at 30.......4. After some arguing amongst teams, HiR had eliminated LegendHunter, and Air-lockers gave Lucky Star to SoMb.
Now, you are probably
Air Lockers' Story 1
(Authors are listed in all 3 stories)
"A Ninja's Diary"
by Porygon-X and HypnoticLuxray
Day 333
It’s been just over a year since Dajjin saw potential in me and brought me in to teach me in the way of the ninja. Now he is dead. We were ambushed. On the trail to the High King, three horsemen surrounded us. Claimed themselves to be the Master Three or something ridiculous like that. Dajjin distracted them, giving me a chance to run. I ran eastward til’ I could run no farther. It wasn’t far enough. There was a catapulting noise of some sort, and Dajjin’s corpse went flying through the air. After giving him a proper burial, I ran some more. I encountered a small house and snuck past the family living there into their storm shelter. I write this now in the darkness, since I will be spending the night here. For now, goodnight world.
Day 334
Having a good day now seems impossible. I awoke to a metallic smell coming from upstairs. I immediately unsheathed my katana, that smell oh so familiar. One father, one mother, three daughters, and one son, all dead. With my highly attuned hearing, I heard a young boy whimpering. Thank god there were survivors. After a quick interrogation, he sent me in the direction of his family’s killer. I gave him my camouflage cloak for protection and told him I’d be back by sundown. The family's killer was careless; horse prints were everywhere. He was also slow; catching up took no time at all. When he was in view, I flung my arrow at his horse, instantly killing it. The rider got knocked off and trapped underneath his steed’s body. Unfortunately, I knew this man. He was one of so called “Master Three” that killed Dajjin. I could not control my rage as beheaded him without a single thought. If the other two “Three Masters” are mass-murders like this vermin, then I have no choice but to rid the world of these monsters, no matter what it takes.
Day 1
It pains me to remember those events from many years ago. The time when I lost everything, and everyone I loved. The man who decided to protect me that day - the original author of this journal of which I decided to continue - also died. Before I go on, I must explain how this new life came to be for anyone who happens to pick up this book in the future. I must have been 9 years at the time, although my exact age escapes me. The morning everything took place, I discovered my family had been murdered in their sleep. Thankfully, their killer did not find my sleeping place, for I would have received similar fate. Out of a crack in the wall, I saw a man on a horse ride off in a hurry, and I assumed he was the killer. After a while of grief, a man emerged from our storm cellar to view the grim scene. He asked me where the killer went, and I showed him. Shortly after he gave me his camouflage cloak and told me to stay put, I disobeyed and followed him in the direction of the killer. At the time, I did not think he noticed me, although looking back today, he knew I was there the whole time. I hid behind a bush when he caught up to, and beheaded my family's killer. Shortly after the display, he searched the pockets of the corpse to find a parchment. After reading it through, he plundered the rest of the body, and began writing in this very journal about the events that took place. As he finished, he was ambushed by two other men on horses. He was surrounded, with no place to go. The two men identified themselves as the "Master Three". I assumed at the time that the beheaded corpse was the third. Keeping very quiet and still, I watched as they overpowered, and killed my protector. He put up a valiant fight, but to no prevail. As the two other "Master Three" members rode off, I ran out from behind the bush to investigate the scene, and more importantly, the parchment from the "Master Three" member's pocket. It was a written plan to raid the kingdom of the High King, three years from that date. I knew I had to do something, I had to stop those men from causing any more harm. I did not want another son to lose his brothers, and I did not want another mother to lose her child. Why the "Master Three" wanted to raid the kingdom three years later from that date was beyond me, but I knew I had that much time to grow older and stronger, and to train in the ways of my protector. I write this now today, three years later from those events. No one believed me - a 12 year old boy - when I said they were in danger. I had to take matters into my own hands. So I prepared, and stationed myself by the gate that the "Master Three" intend on breaking into. Now I wait for the men who killed my family. I wait for the men who killed Dajjin. And I wait for the men who killed my protector. I wait for the "Master Three". The next day, justice will be had.
by Porygon-X and HypnoticLuxray
Day 333
It’s been just over a year since Dajjin saw potential in me and brought me in to teach me in the way of the ninja. Now he is dead. We were ambushed. On the trail to the High King, three horsemen surrounded us. Claimed themselves to be the Master Three or something ridiculous like that. Dajjin distracted them, giving me a chance to run. I ran eastward til’ I could run no farther. It wasn’t far enough. There was a catapulting noise of some sort, and Dajjin’s corpse went flying through the air. After giving him a proper burial, I ran some more. I encountered a small house and snuck past the family living there into their storm shelter. I write this now in the darkness, since I will be spending the night here. For now, goodnight world.
Day 334
Having a good day now seems impossible. I awoke to a metallic smell coming from upstairs. I immediately unsheathed my katana, that smell oh so familiar. One father, one mother, three daughters, and one son, all dead. With my highly attuned hearing, I heard a young boy whimpering. Thank god there were survivors. After a quick interrogation, he sent me in the direction of his family’s killer. I gave him my camouflage cloak for protection and told him I’d be back by sundown. The family's killer was careless; horse prints were everywhere. He was also slow; catching up took no time at all. When he was in view, I flung my arrow at his horse, instantly killing it. The rider got knocked off and trapped underneath his steed’s body. Unfortunately, I knew this man. He was one of so called “Master Three” that killed Dajjin. I could not control my rage as beheaded him without a single thought. If the other two “Three Masters” are mass-murders like this vermin, then I have no choice but to rid the world of these monsters, no matter what it takes.
Day 1
It pains me to remember those events from many years ago. The time when I lost everything, and everyone I loved. The man who decided to protect me that day - the original author of this journal of which I decided to continue - also died. Before I go on, I must explain how this new life came to be for anyone who happens to pick up this book in the future. I must have been 9 years at the time, although my exact age escapes me. The morning everything took place, I discovered my family had been murdered in their sleep. Thankfully, their killer did not find my sleeping place, for I would have received similar fate. Out of a crack in the wall, I saw a man on a horse ride off in a hurry, and I assumed he was the killer. After a while of grief, a man emerged from our storm cellar to view the grim scene. He asked me where the killer went, and I showed him. Shortly after he gave me his camouflage cloak and told me to stay put, I disobeyed and followed him in the direction of the killer. At the time, I did not think he noticed me, although looking back today, he knew I was there the whole time. I hid behind a bush when he caught up to, and beheaded my family's killer. Shortly after the display, he searched the pockets of the corpse to find a parchment. After reading it through, he plundered the rest of the body, and began writing in this very journal about the events that took place. As he finished, he was ambushed by two other men on horses. He was surrounded, with no place to go. The two men identified themselves as the "Master Three". I assumed at the time that the beheaded corpse was the third. Keeping very quiet and still, I watched as they overpowered, and killed my protector. He put up a valiant fight, but to no prevail. As the two other "Master Three" members rode off, I ran out from behind the bush to investigate the scene, and more importantly, the parchment from the "Master Three" member's pocket. It was a written plan to raid the kingdom of the High King, three years from that date. I knew I had to do something, I had to stop those men from causing any more harm. I did not want another son to lose his brothers, and I did not want another mother to lose her child. Why the "Master Three" wanted to raid the kingdom three years later from that date was beyond me, but I knew I had that much time to grow older and stronger, and to train in the ways of my protector. I write this now today, three years later from those events. No one believed me - a 12 year old boy - when I said they were in danger. I had to take matters into my own hands. So I prepared, and stationed myself by the gate that the "Master Three" intend on breaking into. Now I wait for the men who killed my family. I wait for the men who killed Dajjin. And I wait for the men who killed my protector. I wait for the "Master Three". The next day, justice will be had.
Air Lockers' Story 2
"Tune in to CBS Thursdays at 8 Eastern for The Olympians"
by Cinesra
“Ha, I win again!” Zeus exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air before taking another bite of pizza. “You always win,” Hades remarked glumly, setting down his controller. “You got lucky. Let’s go again,” Poseidon demanded. “We’ll do it later, bro. Remember that we’re going to the bar tonight. It’s a pretty popular thing, so I figured we should experience it,” Zeus replied. “Now get dressed, and remember your names. If anyone asks; I’m Michael, Poseidon’s Sean, and Hades is Eddy.” “Why do I have to have the worst name?” Hades complained. “Isn’t it shocking how Zeus wants to go to the main place mortals pick up women?” Poseidon questioned accusingly. “Hey, it’s an important part or mortal life. If we really want to get to know the modern mortal world better, then we ought to learn about how they have social lives and pick up women. That’s why we’re living in this boring apartment for now,” Zeus answered, taking a look at the plain walls and furniture. “Yeah, I’m sure turning into animals doesn’t fly anymore. But, I’ve heard that golden showers are still popular,” Poseidon joked. “This is the guy who gets the most out of us three,” Hades said, laughing with Poseidon at Zeus. A little red in the face, “Hurry up and get dressed,” Zeus commanded.
“…And that’s the story of how I met Jonah Hill,” Zeus said, busy hitting on several women in the bar. A few stools down, all by himself, Hades was downing drink after drink, glaring at his brother. Poseidon plopped down on an empty stool next to him. “How’s it going bro? You don’t look too happy,” Poseidon implored. “Look at him over there, he always gets the women. I don’t get it. What makes them all attracted to him? Why can’t that be me?” Hades answered. “Tell you what, I’ll give you some advice. Just tell me a girl you’ve got your eye on and I’ll help you out,” Poseidon offered. “You’d do that for me?” Hades asked. “Sure, bro,” Poseidon replied, nodding. “Well, that redhead over there is pretty cute.” “Nice choice. Okay, what you need to know is to compliment her, be yourself, but…nicer and more optimistic. Ask her about herself, mortal chicks dig that sort of thing. And the most important part of all is to remember…” Poseidon paused and looked around before continuing his sentence by whispering into Hades’ ear. “That’s asinine! There’s no way that can really work,” Hades responded, baffled. “Trust me on this, bro. Now go get her,” Poseidon said with a smile before gently pushing his brother off his seat toward the redhead. With his stomach as uneasy as a sailor in Siren territory, Hades walked over to the redhead seated at the other side of the bar. He sat down next to her. “Can I buy you a drink?” Hades asked her. “Sure, thanks,” she replied with a smile,” I’m Kayla.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Eddy,” Hades answered,” So…uh…do you come here often?” he asked nervously. “No, actually, I’m new in town. Just got a job here, so I’m still getting used to the Big Apple,” she replied. “That’s cool, me, too. Where do you work?” Hades asked. “At Sato Law Firm,” Kayla answered. “That’s great, you should join me and be my queen forever. Together we can have many children and rule over the entire Underworld. Please say yes, my love,” Hades said with passion. “Oh, um hey, look. I have to go,” Kayla responded uneasily, looking at her watch. “I’ll see you again sometime,” she said with a scared chuckle before practically racing out the door. Depressed, Hades walked back over to Poseidon. “It didn’t work,” he said. “You did good, bro. Just don’t ask her to be your eternal wife next time. Go try again on the blonde over there,” Poseidon answered before pushing his brother back out. He finished another drink before turning back around to a loud sound. Hades had knocked over his seat and was now standing there, seething, his hand glowing with green fire. “What’s wrong?” Poseidon shouted. “She was only talking to me to get to Zeus!” Hades answered, shaking with rage. “Oh…I’ll leave now. I’ll see you two at the apartment when you work things out,” Poseidon responded before walking out the door.
“What’s wrong, bro?” Zeus asked. “YOU, LET’S THROW DOWN! IT’S TIME TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!” Hades shouted. He raised his arms and the ground beneath their feet ripped open. Numerous demons crawled out from the flaming green chasm in the ground that led to the Underworld. The monsters charged at Zeus, but he easily dispatched them with a lightning bolt. He walked over to his brother, and put his arms around him. Hades broke out into tears. “What’s the matter?” Zeus asked. “I just wanted a girl to notice me without me having to kidnap her. You’re always the one getting all the attention, I’m always in your shadow. I just wanted someone to love me. Why does it always have to be you?”, Hades said, sobbing. “Hey, bro. Poseidon and I notice you. We’re your brothers, we love you. You’ll find a girl someday. You are immortal, after all. I promise to try to stop taking the attention that you deserve from now on. Now cheer up and let’s get some ice cream. It’s on me,” Zeus offered, smiling. Hades pulled back and wiped his face. “Thanks, bro. How are we going to fix the giant crack in the floor?” Hades questioned. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it up and then wipe all their memories of you going crazy. Now, come on. There’s a banana split with your name on it waiting for you down at the ice cream shop,” Zeus said. He snapped his fingers, fixing everything, before the two walked off to go get their ice cream.
by Cinesra
“Ha, I win again!” Zeus exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air before taking another bite of pizza. “You always win,” Hades remarked glumly, setting down his controller. “You got lucky. Let’s go again,” Poseidon demanded. “We’ll do it later, bro. Remember that we’re going to the bar tonight. It’s a pretty popular thing, so I figured we should experience it,” Zeus replied. “Now get dressed, and remember your names. If anyone asks; I’m Michael, Poseidon’s Sean, and Hades is Eddy.” “Why do I have to have the worst name?” Hades complained. “Isn’t it shocking how Zeus wants to go to the main place mortals pick up women?” Poseidon questioned accusingly. “Hey, it’s an important part or mortal life. If we really want to get to know the modern mortal world better, then we ought to learn about how they have social lives and pick up women. That’s why we’re living in this boring apartment for now,” Zeus answered, taking a look at the plain walls and furniture. “Yeah, I’m sure turning into animals doesn’t fly anymore. But, I’ve heard that golden showers are still popular,” Poseidon joked. “This is the guy who gets the most out of us three,” Hades said, laughing with Poseidon at Zeus. A little red in the face, “Hurry up and get dressed,” Zeus commanded.
“…And that’s the story of how I met Jonah Hill,” Zeus said, busy hitting on several women in the bar. A few stools down, all by himself, Hades was downing drink after drink, glaring at his brother. Poseidon plopped down on an empty stool next to him. “How’s it going bro? You don’t look too happy,” Poseidon implored. “Look at him over there, he always gets the women. I don’t get it. What makes them all attracted to him? Why can’t that be me?” Hades answered. “Tell you what, I’ll give you some advice. Just tell me a girl you’ve got your eye on and I’ll help you out,” Poseidon offered. “You’d do that for me?” Hades asked. “Sure, bro,” Poseidon replied, nodding. “Well, that redhead over there is pretty cute.” “Nice choice. Okay, what you need to know is to compliment her, be yourself, but…nicer and more optimistic. Ask her about herself, mortal chicks dig that sort of thing. And the most important part of all is to remember…” Poseidon paused and looked around before continuing his sentence by whispering into Hades’ ear. “That’s asinine! There’s no way that can really work,” Hades responded, baffled. “Trust me on this, bro. Now go get her,” Poseidon said with a smile before gently pushing his brother off his seat toward the redhead. With his stomach as uneasy as a sailor in Siren territory, Hades walked over to the redhead seated at the other side of the bar. He sat down next to her. “Can I buy you a drink?” Hades asked her. “Sure, thanks,” she replied with a smile,” I’m Kayla.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Eddy,” Hades answered,” So…uh…do you come here often?” he asked nervously. “No, actually, I’m new in town. Just got a job here, so I’m still getting used to the Big Apple,” she replied. “That’s cool, me, too. Where do you work?” Hades asked. “At Sato Law Firm,” Kayla answered. “That’s great, you should join me and be my queen forever. Together we can have many children and rule over the entire Underworld. Please say yes, my love,” Hades said with passion. “Oh, um hey, look. I have to go,” Kayla responded uneasily, looking at her watch. “I’ll see you again sometime,” she said with a scared chuckle before practically racing out the door. Depressed, Hades walked back over to Poseidon. “It didn’t work,” he said. “You did good, bro. Just don’t ask her to be your eternal wife next time. Go try again on the blonde over there,” Poseidon answered before pushing his brother back out. He finished another drink before turning back around to a loud sound. Hades had knocked over his seat and was now standing there, seething, his hand glowing with green fire. “What’s wrong?” Poseidon shouted. “She was only talking to me to get to Zeus!” Hades answered, shaking with rage. “Oh…I’ll leave now. I’ll see you two at the apartment when you work things out,” Poseidon responded before walking out the door.
“What’s wrong, bro?” Zeus asked. “YOU, LET’S THROW DOWN! IT’S TIME TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!” Hades shouted. He raised his arms and the ground beneath their feet ripped open. Numerous demons crawled out from the flaming green chasm in the ground that led to the Underworld. The monsters charged at Zeus, but he easily dispatched them with a lightning bolt. He walked over to his brother, and put his arms around him. Hades broke out into tears. “What’s the matter?” Zeus asked. “I just wanted a girl to notice me without me having to kidnap her. You’re always the one getting all the attention, I’m always in your shadow. I just wanted someone to love me. Why does it always have to be you?”, Hades said, sobbing. “Hey, bro. Poseidon and I notice you. We’re your brothers, we love you. You’ll find a girl someday. You are immortal, after all. I promise to try to stop taking the attention that you deserve from now on. Now cheer up and let’s get some ice cream. It’s on me,” Zeus offered, smiling. Hades pulled back and wiped his face. “Thanks, bro. How are we going to fix the giant crack in the floor?” Hades questioned. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it up and then wipe all their memories of you going crazy. Now, come on. There’s a banana split with your name on it waiting for you down at the ice cream shop,” Zeus said. He snapped his fingers, fixing everything, before the two walked off to go get their ice cream.
Air Lockers' Story 3
"Three Treasure Trove"
by Porygon-X
The Three Treasures was all the two men could think about in the long drive to the tomb. The wonder and mystery behind the ancient artifacts bewildered the two archeologists almost to no end. The hours riding in the jeep only stiffened their backs, and strengthened their desire for the relics. As the jeep rounded a sand dune, the tomb came into view. "Mr Walker, Mr Reed, we have arrived," said the paid driver. The three men stepped out of the jeep and in front of the tomb's gaping entrance. The two archeologists gathered their supplies, and started into the tomb. "Wait for us, Ian," Walker said over his shoulder to the driver before disappearing into the tomb.
The room was dark; the only source of light was the dim flashlights in the hands of the archeologists. There was not much in this room, only a stone bed, and four walls. After looking around for a while, and doubting the presence of the Three Treasures, Reed spotted something. "Walker, take a look at this," he motioned. The two men gazed at what appeared to be a set of hieroglyphics on the stone bed, and beside it, a small square cut out filled with sand. "Do you remember the password?" Walker asked. "333. How could I forget a number like that?" Reed answered while writing numbers in the sand. After lifting his finger from the sand, a feint click could be heard, followed by the stone bed moving slowly to the side. Beneath this bed was a hidden stair case, that led deep into darkness. "So cliché," Walker pointed out.
After exploring the new room linked by the stairs, the two archeologists found a chest held in the air by a podium made of granite. "That has to be it! The Three Treasures must be inside!" Reed exclaimed as they both ran up to the stand. Walker picked it up, and they made their way out of the tomb into the daylight. "Ian, thank you for your services, we have found what we ca-" Walker was interrupted by a blow to the head by the butt of a gun in the hands of Ian. As Walker fell to the ground, Ian picked up the chest that was in his hands. "Ian. What are you doing?" Reed insisted. "Merely getting my fair share," Ian replied, pointing the gun at Reed. Before much more thought, he tenderly opened the chest, eyes filled with wonder. As the lid raised, so did his hopes of what could be inside. He almost wanted to stop, as if to savor the moment forever. Walker, now conscious, glanced at Reed and winked. Reed smirked as Ian opened the chest's lid to it's apex. Ian was mortified; the chest contained three Justin Bieber albums. "You fools! What have you done?" Ian yelled, almost to the point of tears. Before allowing his hostages to respond, he dropped the chest, and drove off in the jeep. After Reed helped Walker to his feet, they both walked over to the chest. "Good thing he didn't see the hidden panel," Walker said as he removed the fake bottom of the chest, revealing three gold crowns. "Good thing you happened to have those Albums on you, too, Walker," Reed pointed out, with a slight mocking tone to his voice. And with that, the two men walked off into the sunset, with the fruits of their labor.
by Porygon-X
The Three Treasures was all the two men could think about in the long drive to the tomb. The wonder and mystery behind the ancient artifacts bewildered the two archeologists almost to no end. The hours riding in the jeep only stiffened their backs, and strengthened their desire for the relics. As the jeep rounded a sand dune, the tomb came into view. "Mr Walker, Mr Reed, we have arrived," said the paid driver. The three men stepped out of the jeep and in front of the tomb's gaping entrance. The two archeologists gathered their supplies, and started into the tomb. "Wait for us, Ian," Walker said over his shoulder to the driver before disappearing into the tomb.
The room was dark; the only source of light was the dim flashlights in the hands of the archeologists. There was not much in this room, only a stone bed, and four walls. After looking around for a while, and doubting the presence of the Three Treasures, Reed spotted something. "Walker, take a look at this," he motioned. The two men gazed at what appeared to be a set of hieroglyphics on the stone bed, and beside it, a small square cut out filled with sand. "Do you remember the password?" Walker asked. "333. How could I forget a number like that?" Reed answered while writing numbers in the sand. After lifting his finger from the sand, a feint click could be heard, followed by the stone bed moving slowly to the side. Beneath this bed was a hidden stair case, that led deep into darkness. "So cliché," Walker pointed out.
After exploring the new room linked by the stairs, the two archeologists found a chest held in the air by a podium made of granite. "That has to be it! The Three Treasures must be inside!" Reed exclaimed as they both ran up to the stand. Walker picked it up, and they made their way out of the tomb into the daylight. "Ian, thank you for your services, we have found what we ca-" Walker was interrupted by a blow to the head by the butt of a gun in the hands of Ian. As Walker fell to the ground, Ian picked up the chest that was in his hands. "Ian. What are you doing?" Reed insisted. "Merely getting my fair share," Ian replied, pointing the gun at Reed. Before much more thought, he tenderly opened the chest, eyes filled with wonder. As the lid raised, so did his hopes of what could be inside. He almost wanted to stop, as if to savor the moment forever. Walker, now conscious, glanced at Reed and winked. Reed smirked as Ian opened the chest's lid to it's apex. Ian was mortified; the chest contained three Justin Bieber albums. "You fools! What have you done?" Ian yelled, almost to the point of tears. Before allowing his hostages to respond, he dropped the chest, and drove off in the jeep. After Reed helped Walker to his feet, they both walked over to the chest. "Good thing he didn't see the hidden panel," Walker said as he removed the fake bottom of the chest, revealing three gold crowns. "Good thing you happened to have those Albums on you, too, Walker," Reed pointed out, with a slight mocking tone to his voice. And with that, the two men walked off into the sunset, with the fruits of their labor.
Wasn't it tomorrow already?
Nengeni said:
No.
~3 from Air Lockers
~1 from Hurricane
HypnoticLuxray said:
Gimme a few minutes, I'm halfway done.
Time for my scoring;
Sun's Story:
(Unsure who this is written by, most likely Lucky Fire)
6/10 Moderate use of the number three, the storyline was great though an it was entertaining for such a short piece.
Hurricane's Story:
(by oyeah1988, with some help from TDL I believe)
7/10 How...Original?
Air Lockers' Story 1
(Authors are listed in all 3 stories)
5/10: Not very much three, and I was losing interest.
Air Lockers' Story 2
9/10 I must say, that tale was quite riveting.
Air Lockers' Story 3
8/10 Good story and use of the number three.
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Time for my scoring;
Sun's Story:
(Unsure who this is written by, most likely Lucky Fire)
The Three Clones
I knew it was a bad idea; the moment I pressed that red button, all three vats opened instantly, spilling a very large amount of vat liquid into the already messy floor. Nobody was around. And I'd just done what would throw me into jail for sure; I created three clones. Of myself. Red buttons always urge you to press them.
The seven-feet-tall clones fell into the floor. They all had short brown hair, same as me. And they were wearing a red shirt with a polar bear picture on them; below the waist was covered with black, long pants. I did have to admit, it was cool, but also creepy and frightening, as if they wanted to kill me. At least that's what I thought. They stood up, their blue eyes looking around the room, as if they were trying to adjust to their surroundings. The clone farthest away from me pointed at me after a moment, all three heads turned towards me. They stared at me as if I was going to kill them. Then the same clone that pointed at me took three steps towards me.
"Who... are you?" he said, looking as confused and scared as me. As if he was deeply lost.
"I'm Ben. Are... are you okay?" I say, trying to comfort the newcomers.
"Yes. Do you know me? I... seem to have lost my memory," the clone asked, the other clones listening to every word spoken.
"No, but I do know that your name is Ben. I hate to break it to you... but you're a clone. I accidentally cloned myself somehow," I try to say. "Three times."
All the clones gasp. The one closest to me asks, "Really? It that why all this goo is on the ground?"
I nod. I motion for them to follow me to my home, a block from the dark building. We walk to a red house with a black roof, my home. They follow me to the guest room, which has two bunk beds. "You can sleep here," I say. They seem unsure, then each one chooses a bed and thanks me.
I slept in my bed, knowing that there will be severe punishments tomorrow. I had violated the rules of the Science Lab building. They won't like it.
I knew it was a bad idea; the moment I pressed that red button, all three vats opened instantly, spilling a very large amount of vat liquid into the already messy floor. Nobody was around. And I'd just done what would throw me into jail for sure; I created three clones. Of myself. Red buttons always urge you to press them.
The seven-feet-tall clones fell into the floor. They all had short brown hair, same as me. And they were wearing a red shirt with a polar bear picture on them; below the waist was covered with black, long pants. I did have to admit, it was cool, but also creepy and frightening, as if they wanted to kill me. At least that's what I thought. They stood up, their blue eyes looking around the room, as if they were trying to adjust to their surroundings. The clone farthest away from me pointed at me after a moment, all three heads turned towards me. They stared at me as if I was going to kill them. Then the same clone that pointed at me took three steps towards me.
"Who... are you?" he said, looking as confused and scared as me. As if he was deeply lost.
"I'm Ben. Are... are you okay?" I say, trying to comfort the newcomers.
"Yes. Do you know me? I... seem to have lost my memory," the clone asked, the other clones listening to every word spoken.
"No, but I do know that your name is Ben. I hate to break it to you... but you're a clone. I accidentally cloned myself somehow," I try to say. "Three times."
All the clones gasp. The one closest to me asks, "Really? It that why all this goo is on the ground?"
I nod. I motion for them to follow me to my home, a block from the dark building. We walk to a red house with a black roof, my home. They follow me to the guest room, which has two bunk beds. "You can sleep here," I say. They seem unsure, then each one chooses a bed and thanks me.
I slept in my bed, knowing that there will be severe punishments tomorrow. I had violated the rules of the Science Lab building. They won't like it.
6/10 Moderate use of the number three, the storyline was great though an it was entertaining for such a short piece.
Hurricane's Story:
(by oyeah1988, with some help from TDL I believe)
Once upon a time,like 3 weeks ago, there was a game on a certain monster-related forum known as Gigas' and Kipz' Challenge 3. To twenty-three year old Chris Cobalt Cluster, this seemed like the perfect place to hone his (somewhat non-existant)skills. After signing up, he met Gigas, who apparently is some sort of ninja-wannabe raised in Britain, and Kipz, who's related to Nightmare from Soul Calibre 3. Once 23-odd other people signed up it was game start.
"Attention all players, look at the screen," Gigas declared, "and you'll see that we have three teams, rather than the normal two. They are, as of right now, Team Red, Blue, and Green. " Kipz replied, "You must now do the following three tasks before Sunday: Decide on your team captain, decide on a team name, of which must represent one of the three coolest monsters found in Hoenn: Kyogre, Groudon, and Rayquaza, then create a team flag that has your mascot and at least three focal points within. Whichever team doesn't get completed before Sunday will face dire *ahem* consequences! So game start!"
Chris Cobalt was on a team of 8 odd people. They included Legendhunter32, some newbie named Dark Lucario, Blargh (who looks like he could blow chunks at any given moment), and some kid with a giant-freaking afro. (I think his name is Zorua, correct me if I am wrong.) First mission: decide on a team leader. Someone named A Frog (does that mean he croaks a lot?]nominated the two apparent newbies, Dark Lucario and Chris Cobalt into office. Chris found that pretty cool,and decided to play his first "stupid" card of the game. He stood upon a box and declared, "Herp-derp, lend me your ears, vote meor die muahaha and we shall win this together!" That really didn't go over too well with the rest of the squad. So much so that DL (intialized to save space and so I don't have to keep typing Dark Lucario over and freakin' over) just blatantly copied Cobalt's speech. Yeah, that was smart. After some short debating, DL was announced as our captain. Stage two/three Team name/flag. To make a long and tedious-to-type story to type short, (honestly guys, this is a lot of typing :/ ) We decided on Kyogre, and Hurricane in Rain as the team name. As of Saturday, no one was eliminated and the teams, and their captains, were all set. Team Red, named Suns of Monsterbeach, was being led by Slickback, some guy who walks like a pimp. And Team Green, called Air Lockers, was being led by an extremely smart, yet derpy looking Bidoof named Bipps.
After that monstrously lengthy first mission, they were exhausted. Yet, providence failed to shine on all of the teams as Gigas declared their second challenge, the aptly named Popularity Contest. "For this mission, you must make a video to be shown on the giant screen tv in front of you! A few things about this one, it must be exactly 63 seconds long! You have one week to create the video. Each team will have three days to garner as much attention as possible. So game start!"
The teams were off to make the most entertaining video that would give them the most views, mostly. During HiR's discussion, Cobalt chimed in, "I will take care of our video and make a crazy music video using other videos as sources" (What are those videos called again? An abridged series or something?) After working for three days, Cobalt was only able to make 33 seconds of usable footage. Panicked for time, he asked for other suggestions of something that would gain enough views to win. DL replied, "I have a short Yu-Gi-Oh! duel on my computer. If you could speed it up, we can use that as our video!" So Chris went to Windows Movie Maker, sped up the match to make it 63 seconds long, and added "fitting music" from the recent court case of California v Edgeworth. (Honestly, who knew murder trials made such amazing music?) Day of reckoning. They popped their videos onto each Megatron TV, and the real game had begun! HiR jumped onto an early lead of 150 while everyone else had next to no views. While everyone one was sleeping (and some frogs were ribbit-snoring, gee I wonder who that was,) the Suns of MonsterBeach, from here on out abbreviated as SoMb, had pumped their views to ~200! The Air-lockers had 20... While in class, Chris had put out invitations to come to a special viewing of the LOST season 2 finale wedding! What they didn't know is that it was a ploy to gain views. After 3 days and countless bickering between rivals, the game was over. SoMb had 309 views, Air lockers at a measly 73, and HiR at 30.......4. After some arguing amongst teams, HiR had eliminated LegendHunter, and Air-lockers gave Lucky Star to SoMb.
Now, you are probablynot asking who is the narrator and how does someone know about this in such crappy detail. No? Really? Well tough luck, reader. My name is oyeah1988, and I am one of the competitors in the Challenge 3. Should you care? Probably not. I wouldn't even be writing this facade of a story if it weren't for Kipz and Gigas. The previous story over the past six paragraphs, is the third mission. What? Were you expecting more from me? Make sure to give an honest rating, and thanks for reading. Side note: Names were changed to protect the innocent.
"Attention all players, look at the screen," Gigas declared, "and you'll see that we have three teams, rather than the normal two. They are, as of right now, Team Red, Blue, and Green. " Kipz replied, "You must now do the following three tasks before Sunday: Decide on your team captain, decide on a team name, of which must represent one of the three coolest monsters found in Hoenn: Kyogre, Groudon, and Rayquaza, then create a team flag that has your mascot and at least three focal points within. Whichever team doesn't get completed before Sunday will face dire *ahem* consequences! So game start!"
Chris Cobalt was on a team of 8 odd people. They included Legendhunter32, some newbie named Dark Lucario, Blargh (who looks like he could blow chunks at any given moment), and some kid with a giant-freaking afro. (I think his name is Zorua, correct me if I am wrong.) First mission: decide on a team leader. Someone named A Frog (does that mean he croaks a lot?]nominated the two apparent newbies, Dark Lucario and Chris Cobalt into office. Chris found that pretty cool,and decided to play his first "stupid" card of the game. He stood upon a box and declared, "Herp-derp, lend me your ears, vote me
After that monstrously lengthy first mission, they were exhausted. Yet, providence failed to shine on all of the teams as Gigas declared their second challenge, the aptly named Popularity Contest. "For this mission, you must make a video to be shown on the giant screen tv in front of you! A few things about this one, it must be exactly 63 seconds long! You have one week to create the video. Each team will have three days to garner as much attention as possible. So game start!"
The teams were off to make the most entertaining video that would give them the most views, mostly. During HiR's discussion, Cobalt chimed in, "I will take care of our video and make a crazy music video using other videos as sources" (What are those videos called again? An abridged series or something?) After working for three days, Cobalt was only able to make 33 seconds of usable footage. Panicked for time, he asked for other suggestions of something that would gain enough views to win. DL replied, "I have a short Yu-Gi-Oh! duel on my computer. If you could speed it up, we can use that as our video!" So Chris went to Windows Movie Maker, sped up the match to make it 63 seconds long, and added "fitting music" from the recent court case of California v Edgeworth. (Honestly, who knew murder trials made such amazing music?) Day of reckoning. They popped their videos onto each Megatron TV, and the real game had begun! HiR jumped onto an early lead of 150 while everyone else had next to no views. While everyone one was sleeping (and some frogs were ribbit-snoring, gee I wonder who that was,) the Suns of MonsterBeach, from here on out abbreviated as SoMb, had pumped their views to ~200! The Air-lockers had 20... While in class, Chris had put out invitations to come to a special viewing of the LOST season 2 finale wedding! What they didn't know is that it was a ploy to gain views. After 3 days and countless bickering between rivals, the game was over. SoMb had 309 views, Air lockers at a measly 73, and HiR at 30.......4. After some arguing amongst teams, HiR had eliminated LegendHunter, and Air-lockers gave Lucky Star to SoMb.
Now, you are probably
Air Lockers' Story 1
(Authors are listed in all 3 stories)
"A Ninja's Diary"
by Porygon-X and HypnoticLuxray
Day 333
It’s been just over a year since Dajjin saw potential in me and brought me in to teach me in the way of the ninja. Now he is dead. We were ambushed. On the trail to the High King, three horsemen surrounded us. Claimed themselves to be the Master Three or something ridiculous like that. Dajjin distracted them, giving me a chance to run. I ran eastward til’ I could run no farther. It wasn’t far enough. There was a catapulting noise of some sort, and Dajjin’s corpse went flying through the air. After giving him a proper burial, I ran some more. I encountered a small house and snuck past the family living there into their storm shelter. I write this now in the darkness, since I will be spending the night here. For now, goodnight world.
Day 334
Having a good day now seems impossible. I awoke to a metallic smell coming from upstairs. I immediately unsheathed my katana, that smell oh so familiar. One father, one mother, three daughters, and one son, all dead. With my highly attuned hearing, I heard a young boy whimpering. Thank god there were survivors. After a quick interrogation, he sent me in the direction of his family’s killer. I gave him my camouflage cloak for protection and told him I’d be back by sundown. The family's killer was careless; horse prints were everywhere. He was also slow; catching up took no time at all. When he was in view, I flung my arrow at his horse, instantly killing it. The rider got knocked off and trapped underneath his steed’s body. Unfortunately, I knew this man. He was one of so called “Master Three” that killed Dajjin. I could not control my rage as beheaded him without a single thought. If the other two “Three Masters” are mass-murders like this vermin, then I have no choice but to rid the world of these monsters, no matter what it takes.
Day 1
It pains me to remember those events from many years ago. The time when I lost everything, and everyone I loved. The man who decided to protect me that day - the original author of this journal of which I decided to continue - also died. Before I go on, I must explain how this new life came to be for anyone who happens to pick up this book in the future. I must have been 9 years at the time, although my exact age escapes me. The morning everything took place, I discovered my family had been murdered in their sleep. Thankfully, their killer did not find my sleeping place, for I would have received similar fate. Out of a crack in the wall, I saw a man on a horse ride off in a hurry, and I assumed he was the killer. After a while of grief, a man emerged from our storm cellar to view the grim scene. He asked me where the killer went, and I showed him. Shortly after he gave me his camouflage cloak and told me to stay put, I disobeyed and followed him in the direction of the killer. At the time, I did not think he noticed me, although looking back today, he knew I was there the whole time. I hid behind a bush when he caught up to, and beheaded my family's killer. Shortly after the display, he searched the pockets of the corpse to find a parchment. After reading it through, he plundered the rest of the body, and began writing in this very journal about the events that took place. As he finished, he was ambushed by two other men on horses. He was surrounded, with no place to go. The two men identified themselves as the "Master Three". I assumed at the time that the beheaded corpse was the third. Keeping very quiet and still, I watched as they overpowered, and killed my protector. He put up a valiant fight, but to no prevail. As the two other "Master Three" members rode off, I ran out from behind the bush to investigate the scene, and more importantly, the parchment from the "Master Three" member's pocket. It was a written plan to raid the kingdom of the High King, three years from that date. I knew I had to do something, I had to stop those men from causing any more harm. I did not want another son to lose his brothers, and I did not want another mother to lose her child. Why the "Master Three" wanted to raid the kingdom three years later from that date was beyond me, but I knew I had that much time to grow older and stronger, and to train in the ways of my protector. I write this now today, three years later from those events. No one believed me - a 12 year old boy - when I said they were in danger. I had to take matters into my own hands. So I prepared, and stationed myself by the gate that the "Master Three" intend on breaking into. Now I wait for the men who killed my family. I wait for the men who killed Dajjin. And I wait for the men who killed my protector. I wait for the "Master Three". The next day, justice will be had.
by Porygon-X and HypnoticLuxray
Day 333
It’s been just over a year since Dajjin saw potential in me and brought me in to teach me in the way of the ninja. Now he is dead. We were ambushed. On the trail to the High King, three horsemen surrounded us. Claimed themselves to be the Master Three or something ridiculous like that. Dajjin distracted them, giving me a chance to run. I ran eastward til’ I could run no farther. It wasn’t far enough. There was a catapulting noise of some sort, and Dajjin’s corpse went flying through the air. After giving him a proper burial, I ran some more. I encountered a small house and snuck past the family living there into their storm shelter. I write this now in the darkness, since I will be spending the night here. For now, goodnight world.
Day 334
Having a good day now seems impossible. I awoke to a metallic smell coming from upstairs. I immediately unsheathed my katana, that smell oh so familiar. One father, one mother, three daughters, and one son, all dead. With my highly attuned hearing, I heard a young boy whimpering. Thank god there were survivors. After a quick interrogation, he sent me in the direction of his family’s killer. I gave him my camouflage cloak for protection and told him I’d be back by sundown. The family's killer was careless; horse prints were everywhere. He was also slow; catching up took no time at all. When he was in view, I flung my arrow at his horse, instantly killing it. The rider got knocked off and trapped underneath his steed’s body. Unfortunately, I knew this man. He was one of so called “Master Three” that killed Dajjin. I could not control my rage as beheaded him without a single thought. If the other two “Three Masters” are mass-murders like this vermin, then I have no choice but to rid the world of these monsters, no matter what it takes.
Day 1
It pains me to remember those events from many years ago. The time when I lost everything, and everyone I loved. The man who decided to protect me that day - the original author of this journal of which I decided to continue - also died. Before I go on, I must explain how this new life came to be for anyone who happens to pick up this book in the future. I must have been 9 years at the time, although my exact age escapes me. The morning everything took place, I discovered my family had been murdered in their sleep. Thankfully, their killer did not find my sleeping place, for I would have received similar fate. Out of a crack in the wall, I saw a man on a horse ride off in a hurry, and I assumed he was the killer. After a while of grief, a man emerged from our storm cellar to view the grim scene. He asked me where the killer went, and I showed him. Shortly after he gave me his camouflage cloak and told me to stay put, I disobeyed and followed him in the direction of the killer. At the time, I did not think he noticed me, although looking back today, he knew I was there the whole time. I hid behind a bush when he caught up to, and beheaded my family's killer. Shortly after the display, he searched the pockets of the corpse to find a parchment. After reading it through, he plundered the rest of the body, and began writing in this very journal about the events that took place. As he finished, he was ambushed by two other men on horses. He was surrounded, with no place to go. The two men identified themselves as the "Master Three". I assumed at the time that the beheaded corpse was the third. Keeping very quiet and still, I watched as they overpowered, and killed my protector. He put up a valiant fight, but to no prevail. As the two other "Master Three" members rode off, I ran out from behind the bush to investigate the scene, and more importantly, the parchment from the "Master Three" member's pocket. It was a written plan to raid the kingdom of the High King, three years from that date. I knew I had to do something, I had to stop those men from causing any more harm. I did not want another son to lose his brothers, and I did not want another mother to lose her child. Why the "Master Three" wanted to raid the kingdom three years later from that date was beyond me, but I knew I had that much time to grow older and stronger, and to train in the ways of my protector. I write this now today, three years later from those events. No one believed me - a 12 year old boy - when I said they were in danger. I had to take matters into my own hands. So I prepared, and stationed myself by the gate that the "Master Three" intend on breaking into. Now I wait for the men who killed my family. I wait for the men who killed Dajjin. And I wait for the men who killed my protector. I wait for the "Master Three". The next day, justice will be had.
5/10: Not very much three, and I was losing interest.
Air Lockers' Story 2
"Tune in to CBS Thursdays at 8 Eastern for The Olympians"
by Cinesra
“Ha, I win again!” Zeus exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air before taking another bite of pizza. “You always win,” Hades remarked glumly, setting down his controller. “You got lucky. Let’s go again,” Poseidon demanded. “We’ll do it later, bro. Remember that we’re going to the bar tonight. It’s a pretty popular thing, so I figured we should experience it,” Zeus replied. “Now get dressed, and remember your names. If anyone asks; I’m Michael, Poseidon’s Sean, and Hades is Eddy.” “Why do I have to have the worst name?” Hades complained. “Isn’t it shocking how Zeus wants to go to the main place mortals pick up women?” Poseidon questioned accusingly. “Hey, it’s an important part or mortal life. If we really want to get to know the modern mortal world better, then we ought to learn about how they have social lives and pick up women. That’s why we’re living in this boring apartment for now,” Zeus answered, taking a look at the plain walls and furniture. “Yeah, I’m sure turning into animals doesn’t fly anymore. But, I’ve heard that golden showers are still popular,” Poseidon joked. “This is the guy who gets the most out of us three,” Hades said, laughing with Poseidon at Zeus. A little red in the face, “Hurry up and get dressed,” Zeus commanded.
“…And that’s the story of how I met Jonah Hill,” Zeus said, busy hitting on several women in the bar. A few stools down, all by himself, Hades was downing drink after drink, glaring at his brother. Poseidon plopped down on an empty stool next to him. “How’s it going bro? You don’t look too happy,” Poseidon implored. “Look at him over there, he always gets the women. I don’t get it. What makes them all attracted to him? Why can’t that be me?” Hades answered. “Tell you what, I’ll give you some advice. Just tell me a girl you’ve got your eye on and I’ll help you out,” Poseidon offered. “You’d do that for me?” Hades asked. “Sure, bro,” Poseidon replied, nodding. “Well, that redhead over there is pretty cute.” “Nice choice. Okay, what you need to know is to compliment her, be yourself, but…nicer and more optimistic. Ask her about herself, mortal chicks dig that sort of thing. And the most important part of all is to remember…” Poseidon paused and looked around before continuing his sentence by whispering into Hades’ ear. “That’s asinine! There’s no way that can really work,” Hades responded, baffled. “Trust me on this, bro. Now go get her,” Poseidon said with a smile before gently pushing his brother off his seat toward the redhead. With his stomach as uneasy as a sailor in Siren territory, Hades walked over to the redhead seated at the other side of the bar. He sat down next to her. “Can I buy you a drink?” Hades asked her. “Sure, thanks,” she replied with a smile,” I’m Kayla.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Eddy,” Hades answered,” So…uh…do you come here often?” he asked nervously. “No, actually, I’m new in town. Just got a job here, so I’m still getting used to the Big Apple,” she replied. “That’s cool, me, too. Where do you work?” Hades asked. “At Sato Law Firm,” Kayla answered. “That’s great, you should join me and be my queen forever. Together we can have many children and rule over the entire Underworld. Please say yes, my love,” Hades said with passion. “Oh, um hey, look. I have to go,” Kayla responded uneasily, looking at her watch. “I’ll see you again sometime,” she said with a scared chuckle before practically racing out the door. Depressed, Hades walked back over to Poseidon. “It didn’t work,” he said. “You did good, bro. Just don’t ask her to be your eternal wife next time. Go try again on the blonde over there,” Poseidon answered before pushing his brother back out. He finished another drink before turning back around to a loud sound. Hades had knocked over his seat and was now standing there, seething, his hand glowing with green fire. “What’s wrong?” Poseidon shouted. “She was only talking to me to get to Zeus!” Hades answered, shaking with rage. “Oh…I’ll leave now. I’ll see you two at the apartment when you work things out,” Poseidon responded before walking out the door.
“What’s wrong, bro?” Zeus asked. “YOU, LET’S THROW DOWN! IT’S TIME TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!” Hades shouted. He raised his arms and the ground beneath their feet ripped open. Numerous demons crawled out from the flaming green chasm in the ground that led to the Underworld. The monsters charged at Zeus, but he easily dispatched them with a lightning bolt. He walked over to his brother, and put his arms around him. Hades broke out into tears. “What’s the matter?” Zeus asked. “I just wanted a girl to notice me without me having to kidnap her. You’re always the one getting all the attention, I’m always in your shadow. I just wanted someone to love me. Why does it always have to be you?”, Hades said, sobbing. “Hey, bro. Poseidon and I notice you. We’re your brothers, we love you. You’ll find a girl someday. You are immortal, after all. I promise to try to stop taking the attention that you deserve from now on. Now cheer up and let’s get some ice cream. It’s on me,” Zeus offered, smiling. Hades pulled back and wiped his face. “Thanks, bro. How are we going to fix the giant crack in the floor?” Hades questioned. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it up and then wipe all their memories of you going crazy. Now, come on. There’s a banana split with your name on it waiting for you down at the ice cream shop,” Zeus said. He snapped his fingers, fixing everything, before the two walked off to go get their ice cream.
by Cinesra
“Ha, I win again!” Zeus exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air before taking another bite of pizza. “You always win,” Hades remarked glumly, setting down his controller. “You got lucky. Let’s go again,” Poseidon demanded. “We’ll do it later, bro. Remember that we’re going to the bar tonight. It’s a pretty popular thing, so I figured we should experience it,” Zeus replied. “Now get dressed, and remember your names. If anyone asks; I’m Michael, Poseidon’s Sean, and Hades is Eddy.” “Why do I have to have the worst name?” Hades complained. “Isn’t it shocking how Zeus wants to go to the main place mortals pick up women?” Poseidon questioned accusingly. “Hey, it’s an important part or mortal life. If we really want to get to know the modern mortal world better, then we ought to learn about how they have social lives and pick up women. That’s why we’re living in this boring apartment for now,” Zeus answered, taking a look at the plain walls and furniture. “Yeah, I’m sure turning into animals doesn’t fly anymore. But, I’ve heard that golden showers are still popular,” Poseidon joked. “This is the guy who gets the most out of us three,” Hades said, laughing with Poseidon at Zeus. A little red in the face, “Hurry up and get dressed,” Zeus commanded.
“…And that’s the story of how I met Jonah Hill,” Zeus said, busy hitting on several women in the bar. A few stools down, all by himself, Hades was downing drink after drink, glaring at his brother. Poseidon plopped down on an empty stool next to him. “How’s it going bro? You don’t look too happy,” Poseidon implored. “Look at him over there, he always gets the women. I don’t get it. What makes them all attracted to him? Why can’t that be me?” Hades answered. “Tell you what, I’ll give you some advice. Just tell me a girl you’ve got your eye on and I’ll help you out,” Poseidon offered. “You’d do that for me?” Hades asked. “Sure, bro,” Poseidon replied, nodding. “Well, that redhead over there is pretty cute.” “Nice choice. Okay, what you need to know is to compliment her, be yourself, but…nicer and more optimistic. Ask her about herself, mortal chicks dig that sort of thing. And the most important part of all is to remember…” Poseidon paused and looked around before continuing his sentence by whispering into Hades’ ear. “That’s asinine! There’s no way that can really work,” Hades responded, baffled. “Trust me on this, bro. Now go get her,” Poseidon said with a smile before gently pushing his brother off his seat toward the redhead. With his stomach as uneasy as a sailor in Siren territory, Hades walked over to the redhead seated at the other side of the bar. He sat down next to her. “Can I buy you a drink?” Hades asked her. “Sure, thanks,” she replied with a smile,” I’m Kayla.” “Nice to meet you, I’m Eddy,” Hades answered,” So…uh…do you come here often?” he asked nervously. “No, actually, I’m new in town. Just got a job here, so I’m still getting used to the Big Apple,” she replied. “That’s cool, me, too. Where do you work?” Hades asked. “At Sato Law Firm,” Kayla answered. “That’s great, you should join me and be my queen forever. Together we can have many children and rule over the entire Underworld. Please say yes, my love,” Hades said with passion. “Oh, um hey, look. I have to go,” Kayla responded uneasily, looking at her watch. “I’ll see you again sometime,” she said with a scared chuckle before practically racing out the door. Depressed, Hades walked back over to Poseidon. “It didn’t work,” he said. “You did good, bro. Just don’t ask her to be your eternal wife next time. Go try again on the blonde over there,” Poseidon answered before pushing his brother back out. He finished another drink before turning back around to a loud sound. Hades had knocked over his seat and was now standing there, seething, his hand glowing with green fire. “What’s wrong?” Poseidon shouted. “She was only talking to me to get to Zeus!” Hades answered, shaking with rage. “Oh…I’ll leave now. I’ll see you two at the apartment when you work things out,” Poseidon responded before walking out the door.
“What’s wrong, bro?” Zeus asked. “YOU, LET’S THROW DOWN! IT’S TIME TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!” Hades shouted. He raised his arms and the ground beneath their feet ripped open. Numerous demons crawled out from the flaming green chasm in the ground that led to the Underworld. The monsters charged at Zeus, but he easily dispatched them with a lightning bolt. He walked over to his brother, and put his arms around him. Hades broke out into tears. “What’s the matter?” Zeus asked. “I just wanted a girl to notice me without me having to kidnap her. You’re always the one getting all the attention, I’m always in your shadow. I just wanted someone to love me. Why does it always have to be you?”, Hades said, sobbing. “Hey, bro. Poseidon and I notice you. We’re your brothers, we love you. You’ll find a girl someday. You are immortal, after all. I promise to try to stop taking the attention that you deserve from now on. Now cheer up and let’s get some ice cream. It’s on me,” Zeus offered, smiling. Hades pulled back and wiped his face. “Thanks, bro. How are we going to fix the giant crack in the floor?” Hades questioned. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix it up and then wipe all their memories of you going crazy. Now, come on. There’s a banana split with your name on it waiting for you down at the ice cream shop,” Zeus said. He snapped his fingers, fixing everything, before the two walked off to go get their ice cream.
9/10 I must say, that tale was quite riveting.
Air Lockers' Story 3
"Three Treasure Trove"
by Porygon-X
The Three Treasures was all the two men could think about in the long drive to the tomb. The wonder and mystery behind the ancient artifacts bewildered the two archeologists almost to no end. The hours riding in the jeep only stiffened their backs, and strengthened their desire for the relics. As the jeep rounded a sand dune, the tomb came into view. "Mr Walker, Mr Reed, we have arrived," said the paid driver. The three men stepped out of the jeep and in front of the tomb's gaping entrance. The two archeologists gathered their supplies, and started into the tomb. "Wait for us, Ian," Walker said over his shoulder to the driver before disappearing into the tomb.
The room was dark; the only source of light was the dim flashlights in the hands of the archeologists. There was not much in this room, only a stone bed, and four walls. After looking around for a while, and doubting the presence of the Three Treasures, Reed spotted something. "Walker, take a look at this," he motioned. The two men gazed at what appeared to be a set of hieroglyphics on the stone bed, and beside it, a small square cut out filled with sand. "Do you remember the password?" Walker asked. "333. How could I forget a number like that?" Reed answered while writing numbers in the sand. After lifting his finger from the sand, a feint click could be heard, followed by the stone bed moving slowly to the side. Beneath this bed was a hidden stair case, that led deep into darkness. "So cliché," Walker pointed out.
After exploring the new room linked by the stairs, the two archeologists found a chest held in the air by a podium made of granite. "That has to be it! The Three Treasures must be inside!" Reed exclaimed as they both ran up to the stand. Walker picked it up, and they made their way out of the tomb into the daylight. "Ian, thank you for your services, we have found what we ca-" Walker was interrupted by a blow to the head by the butt of a gun in the hands of Ian. As Walker fell to the ground, Ian picked up the chest that was in his hands. "Ian. What are you doing?" Reed insisted. "Merely getting my fair share," Ian replied, pointing the gun at Reed. Before much more thought, he tenderly opened the chest, eyes filled with wonder. As the lid raised, so did his hopes of what could be inside. He almost wanted to stop, as if to savor the moment forever. Walker, now conscious, glanced at Reed and winked. Reed smirked as Ian opened the chest's lid to it's apex. Ian was mortified; the chest contained three Justin Bieber albums. "You fools! What have you done?" Ian yelled, almost to the point of tears. Before allowing his hostages to respond, he dropped the chest, and drove off in the jeep. After Reed helped Walker to his feet, they both walked over to the chest. "Good thing he didn't see the hidden panel," Walker said as he removed the fake bottom of the chest, revealing three gold crowns. "Good thing you happened to have those Albums on you, too, Walker," Reed pointed out, with a slight mocking tone to his voice. And with that, the two men walked off into the sunset, with the fruits of their labor.
by Porygon-X
The Three Treasures was all the two men could think about in the long drive to the tomb. The wonder and mystery behind the ancient artifacts bewildered the two archeologists almost to no end. The hours riding in the jeep only stiffened their backs, and strengthened their desire for the relics. As the jeep rounded a sand dune, the tomb came into view. "Mr Walker, Mr Reed, we have arrived," said the paid driver. The three men stepped out of the jeep and in front of the tomb's gaping entrance. The two archeologists gathered their supplies, and started into the tomb. "Wait for us, Ian," Walker said over his shoulder to the driver before disappearing into the tomb.
The room was dark; the only source of light was the dim flashlights in the hands of the archeologists. There was not much in this room, only a stone bed, and four walls. After looking around for a while, and doubting the presence of the Three Treasures, Reed spotted something. "Walker, take a look at this," he motioned. The two men gazed at what appeared to be a set of hieroglyphics on the stone bed, and beside it, a small square cut out filled with sand. "Do you remember the password?" Walker asked. "333. How could I forget a number like that?" Reed answered while writing numbers in the sand. After lifting his finger from the sand, a feint click could be heard, followed by the stone bed moving slowly to the side. Beneath this bed was a hidden stair case, that led deep into darkness. "So cliché," Walker pointed out.
After exploring the new room linked by the stairs, the two archeologists found a chest held in the air by a podium made of granite. "That has to be it! The Three Treasures must be inside!" Reed exclaimed as they both ran up to the stand. Walker picked it up, and they made their way out of the tomb into the daylight. "Ian, thank you for your services, we have found what we ca-" Walker was interrupted by a blow to the head by the butt of a gun in the hands of Ian. As Walker fell to the ground, Ian picked up the chest that was in his hands. "Ian. What are you doing?" Reed insisted. "Merely getting my fair share," Ian replied, pointing the gun at Reed. Before much more thought, he tenderly opened the chest, eyes filled with wonder. As the lid raised, so did his hopes of what could be inside. He almost wanted to stop, as if to savor the moment forever. Walker, now conscious, glanced at Reed and winked. Reed smirked as Ian opened the chest's lid to it's apex. Ian was mortified; the chest contained three Justin Bieber albums. "You fools! What have you done?" Ian yelled, almost to the point of tears. Before allowing his hostages to respond, he dropped the chest, and drove off in the jeep. After Reed helped Walker to his feet, they both walked over to the chest. "Good thing he didn't see the hidden panel," Walker said as he removed the fake bottom of the chest, revealing three gold crowns. "Good thing you happened to have those Albums on you, too, Walker," Reed pointed out, with a slight mocking tone to his voice. And with that, the two men walked off into the sunset, with the fruits of their labor.
8/10 Good story and use of the number three.
b
You mean, next-to-no-help from TDL, right Guy?
Sun's Story: 6/10. It's okay, I suppose. I mean, it does go well with the theme of using the number 3 and all that stuff, but other than that it doesn't tell much else. It feels...incomplete.
Hurricane's Story: 10/10. The whole time I was reading this I could not stop loling. I know it's just a literal story of what happened thus far, but it's a very humorous rendition of such.
Air Locker's Story 1: 6.5/10. With a title like "The Ninja's Diary", I was rather disappointed I didn't see much beyond that. Although, I suppose it's a bit more complete...but eh. Still unimpressed.
Air Locker's Story 2: 9.5/10. I was highly impressed by this story. Good overall plot flow, nice characters, and of course we all know how much of a player Zeus is. Nicely done.
Air Locker's Story 3: 8/10. Seriously, what Guy said. From start to finish this story was great. Not like over-the-top amazing, but moderately amazing throughout.
Total scores:
Suns of Pokebeach: 12/60
Hurricane in Rain: 17/60
The Air Lockers: 46/60
The Air Lockers have seized victory! Then again, they were the only one to send in 3 stories, so it was to be expected. And with that, Hurricane seems to be down by ANOTHER person, sadly.
Hurricane, please send your votes in to Guy
Suns, please send your votes in to DNA
Remember, vote-off is simple majority, and a team captain's vote has twice the weight.
Hurricane's Story: 10/10. The whole time I was reading this I could not stop loling. I know it's just a literal story of what happened thus far, but it's a very humorous rendition of such.
Air Locker's Story 1: 6.5/10. With a title like "The Ninja's Diary", I was rather disappointed I didn't see much beyond that. Although, I suppose it's a bit more complete...but eh. Still unimpressed.
Air Locker's Story 2: 9.5/10. I was highly impressed by this story. Good overall plot flow, nice characters, and of course we all know how much of a player Zeus is. Nicely done.
Air Locker's Story 3: 8/10. Seriously, what Guy said. From start to finish this story was great. Not like over-the-top amazing, but moderately amazing throughout.
Total scores:
Suns of Pokebeach: 12/60
Hurricane in Rain: 17/60
The Air Lockers: 46/60
The Air Lockers have seized victory! Then again, they were the only one to send in 3 stories, so it was to be expected. And with that, Hurricane seems to be down by ANOTHER person, sadly.
Hurricane, please send your votes in to Guy
Suns, please send your votes in to DNA
Remember, vote-off is simple majority, and a team captain's vote has twice the weight.
Yay team! Even though we didn't get too much feedback from everyone, I'm thrilled that we ended up winning.
Personally, I'm one of the least suitable people to be writing about Ninjas. Friends at school actually call me "a terrible ninja" cause whenever I try to be stealthy, I'm even more obvious than when I'm not trying to be stealthy. Heaven knows why Bippa told me to write about it. Eevee came up with the idea, and I got stuck with it. Oh well, I shouldn't be complaining, we won.
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