Greetings, everyone. I was going to wait a while to post my story, but then I had the good idea to post it in chapters to build the suspense a bit. Just so no one asks about this, the people who asked to be in the story will be appearing later. Anyway, here it is in all its glory: Chapter 1.
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The year is 32xx AD. There is war in the air – a conflict is building up but no one is willing to fire the first shot. There are two main factions in this war: the foos, led by Fooruman; and the unfoos, led by Unfooruman.

Chapter 1: The foo who lived

“Master, master, come quickly,” cried Black Ninja. Fooruman quickly turned away from the window he was looking out and faced his assistant. “What is it?” he asked. “Sir, I don’t really feel like installing that phpBB mod you gave me. The instructions are unclear and the .txt file is over 11 pages of unformatted nonsense,” BN replied. Fooruman looked at him like he was stupid. “Get Sonyk to do it for you,” he said. Black Ninja didn’t hesitate to go get his personal servant, Sonyk, to do the work for him – and why would he? Sonyk had been a faithful servant for years, and had never questioned any order given him.

Two hours after giving Sonyk this massive amount of work, Black Ninja returned to check on his progress. “That mod better be installed flawlessly, minion,” BN said, a little too loudly. “The master is upset with the fact that you can’t seem to follow orders in a timely manner. What are you going to do about that?”

“Forgive me, sir. This mod IS made for a much older version of phpBB, and-“

“Excuse me? Are you questioning the master’s judgment? I should cut off your remaining thumb for such impudence!”

“Please, please! I forgot my place…sir.”

“Of course you did,” Black Ninja paused for a moment, then continued, “If it happens again, you’re going to be out of here faster than you can turn your head around. I’m going to bed – I expect that mod to be installed tomorrow morning when I wake up. If it isn’t, you’ll be going without dinner. Is that understood?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Get to work then,” Black Ninja replied. He then turned around sharply and headed through the small door in the back of the room. Sonyk watched him walk out the door, and quickly returned to the daunting task ahead of him.

Five long hours later, Sonyk clicked the fateful “install” button on the ever-popular EasyMod control panel. As the mod installation program began working for him, he got up shakily and looked at his surroundings. He was in a small room with no natural light – the windows were boarded up, and his only light came from the old 12” CRT monitor that was in the center of the room. The dim light of the dieing monitor cast an eerie glow on the room around him. In the corner, there was a small spring mattress – his bed. As he looked around the room, he was struck with the fact that it had been 7 years to the date that he’d been assisting Black Ninja. He was then struck with an even more shocking realization – during the time he’d been Black Ninja’s assistant, he’d never once heard the word “thank you”. He glanced back at the dusty old monitor to check on the progress of the mod installation – it looked like this one would take quite a while. He allowed himself to crawl onto his hard old mattress and fall asleep.

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“Wake up, you worthless slave,” Black Ninja screamed. “The master is not very happy with your little ‘joke,’ so I hope you have a good explanation for it,” he continued.

“Forgive me, sir, but I don’t really know what you mean…” Sonyk stumbled on his own words as he forced himself to wake up.

“Direct your attention to your workstation, fool,” Black Ninja said angrily.

Sonyk turned around and looked at the monitor. The Foo Products forum was onscreen, but something was horribly wrong. All the posts were gone, and the database looked like it must be corrupted. Sonyk tried to come up with a response, or perhaps a way to justify this terrible error, but when he opened his mouth to speak, words eluded him.

“I’ve already talked to the master about your punishment, and you’ll be happy to know that he’s decided to be extremely lenient. If I were in charge of your fate, you’d already be dead. However, the master believes that killing you would only make you a hero in the eyes of our enemy.” Black Ninja spoke with an unmistakable rage in his voice; Sonyk knew that his punishment would be severe. “Your punishment is simple, Sonyk. You’re fired. Get out my sight.”

Sonyk stood still, dumbfounded. He continued to search for the right words to say, but was unable to speak. He knew that he’d have no place in society after working for the foos for so long – the commoners would fear him, and the unfoos would hate him. He’d be an outcast. Sonyk’s thoughts were interrupted by Black Ninja.

“You have 5 minutes to gather your possessions. If I see you in this castle EVER again after that point, you’re as good as dead. Now get out.” Black Ninja grinned an evil grin and walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.

It was at that point that Sonyk had a shocking realization: the commoners were not pledged to either faction, and lacked a true leader. As Sonyk gathered his few belongings and prepared to leave what had been his home for many years, he was comforted by the thought that vengeance might be his.

I'm comforted by the thought that vengance might be mine.

Continue, this is already pretty interesting. Or maybe it isn't and I just like the thought that I have a chapter devoted to my character.

All the really important years in the future end in XX.

I pity da foo.

I mean, oo.

This is rather interesting, Hopefully the chapters won't get as severe delays as the Nightmare Before Christmas game, that was supposed to ship a year ago.

This one's a bit shorter, and in my opinion it's slightly less interesting. However, it's fairly important since it sets things up for the real plot to take place. It also introduces Radium. Enjoy.
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Chapter 2: The foo who wished he didn’t live

Unfooruman looked carefully over the plans Spotty had given him. He wasn’t convinced that Fooruman would be so easily defeated. “Are you sure you’ve done all the research you need to, Spotty?” He asked cautiously.

“Of course. I’m telling you, Fooruman’s greatest weakness is the fact that he doesn’t give his servants enough credit. If we take them out one by one, Fooruman will be helpless.”

“I don’t know about that – Fooruman is plenty powerful on his own, and –“ Unfooruman was interrupted mid-sentence when Radium walked into the room.

Unfooruman wasn’t happy about the sudden intrusion. “Spotty, must I remind you that your new servant is supposed to remain in his quarters unless given specific instructions to do otherwise?”

“Forgive me, sir,” Radium said nervously, “But I have news from my infiltration of the foos’ castle.”

“Ah, excellent. I hope the news is good?”

“Yes, master. Black Ninja finally pushed Sonyk over the edge, just as you predicted. If you don’t mind me saying so, I think the time to strike is nigh.” Radium said somewhat cautiously. He’d only been with the unfoos for a few weeks, and didn’t want to do anything to upset his new masters. He wasn’t necessarily there because he hated the foos or anything; he was just there because he hated being a commoner. He’d always strived for success, and he felt that eventually the unfoos would be the winners of the war.

“Actually, Radium, I do mind. If I recall correctly, I’m the one in charge here. Don’t forget your place.” Unfooruman looked at Radium somewhat angrily, but deep down he was very excited about this news. He’d been waiting for seven years for Sonyk to be fired, and at last it had happened. He knew that in all reality, Radium was correct about the time to strike being very near, but he would never admit it.

“There’s one more piece of information, master. Fooruman has constructed yet another castle, and I believe he intends to –“

“Never mind that, Radium. You’ve done well. Now, leave Spotty and I to discuss our plans.”

“Of course, master.” Radium saluted his superiors and walked away somewhat happily. He knew the time was near.

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Sonyk had never been so tired in his entire life. After being banished from Castle Foo, he knew he needed to put as much distance between himself and the castle as possible, for the castle’s residents wouldn’t give a moment’s hesitation before killing him. Honestly, he had no idea where he was going. He planned to just keep walking until he stumbled on a place where he could spend the night.

After walking for what seemed like an eternity, he found a small village. The village technically belonged to Fooruman, but it was far enough away from Castle Foo that Sonyk knew he’d be safe there for at least one night. He found a reasonably priced hotel, paid for one night, and crawled slowly into his newly rented room. He didn’t bother to look around – all he cared about was sleep. He crawled into the soft bed and slept better than he’d slept for years.

He woke up just in time to get a bite to eat at the hotel before they stopped serving breakfast. How wonderful it was to be able to eat a real meal! Even though the only food still left on the buffet table was cold cereal (Corn Flakes, actually), it was the best meal he could remember eating in his life.

After eating as much cereal as he could possibly stomach, he went outside, feeling he was ready for anything. He knew where he needed to go, but unfortunately for him it’d be difficult to get there. There was only one town that was not under the rule of either the foos or the unfoos: Fooville. Rent was expensive there, and there was a constant problem with vandalism, but in an odd way it was the safest place for him. After walking for a few minutes, he reached a road sign with directions to Fooville. Sadly, he never got to read the sign. He faintly heard the words, “Hey, that’s Sonyk,” but before he could respond to them, something heavy hit him in the back of the head. He fell over, unconscious.

Wow, nice beginning. And second chapter as well.

Glad you like it.

As far as releasing the chapters, I might release a few more close together. After that, I'll probably release one or two each weekend.
EDIT: OMG CHAPTER 3. Enjoy.
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Chapter 3: The Replacement

Sonyk coughed a few times before opening his eyes. His head felt as though a huge plasma TV had been dropped on it – he could barely think from the pain. He forced himself to open his eyes and take a look at his surroundings. The first thing he noticed is that he was strapped onto a wobbly old chair. His restraints were tight, but not tight enough to cause any pain. He then began to look cautiously around the room – he had no idea how long he’d be there, but he wanted to be sure he knew his surroundings well enough that he’d be prepared for anything. He was in the back of a dark room that was apparently used for storage; there were boxes all over the floor, some stacked on top of each other. In the southeast (or what he thought was southeast) corner of the room, there were some stairs heading upward and a hatch on the ceiling. Shortly after turning his attention away from the hatch, he heard a loud CLANG. He immediately redirected his attention to the hatch, and found that it was opening. He could barely see in his badly lit surroundings, but it looked like someone was coming in. Whoever it was, they were about six feet tall and seemed to have long hair. “Hello, Sonyk. We’ve been watching you,” the dark figure said.

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Black Ninja had never seen Fooruman so mad in his entire life. “Black Ninja, if you can’t even install a lousy phpBB mod, what good are you?” He screamed.

“Master, the mod installation is nearly complete. Um…I think the reason I’m having so much trouble is because of all the mistakes that worthless Sonyk made.”

“I’m tired of not getting things done right, BN. I’m just sick and tired of it. That’s why I have a little surprise for you. Come in now, Elliot.”

Black Ninja watched as the entrance to Fooruman’s room opened slowly. Through the new opening came a short rabbit with a big gun. He closed the door behind him, walked to Fooruman’s side, and just stood there. He didn’t salute or anything – it made BN furious. “Master, this cretin doesn’t even salute as he enters the room! How shall I punish him for this impudence?”

[indent]“You won’t be punishing him. You’ll be training him. He’s Sonyk’s replacement,” Fooruman said with somewhat of a smile on his face. “I expect you to treat him like a brother. If he says one negative thing about you to me, you’ll be sleeping on the castle stairs tonight. Is that understood?”

“Certainly…master.” Black Ninja couldn’t believe it. After Sonyk’s terrible betrayal, he didn’t think Fooruman would ever take in another outsider.

Black Ninja’s thoughts were interrupted by Elliot. “Hey, BN. I must say, it’s an honor to finally meet you. I’m a huge fan of the work you and Fooruman do!”

Fooruman laughed. “You don’t need to speak with that kind of respect to Black Ninja, Elliot. BN, if you would, please excuse us. We have business to discuss.”

Black Ninja didn’t respond. He merely shrugged his shoulders, left the room, and headed towards his quarters.

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“Sonyk, correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe you’ve recently lost your home.”

“Why should I tell you anything?”

The stranger laughed. They then reached into one of the boxes and pulled out a shotgun. They turned the safety off and pointed it straight into Sonyk’s face. “You don’t have to tell me anything,” the stranger said, “but it might be beneficial to you if you do.”

Yay, I'm a character!

!

I like my face

Good, good... but if I'm allowed to criticize a bit.. ( Secret message ;( )

When the story is done, make a movie out of it! It sounds real cool!

There probably won't ever be a movie made out of this - if there is, it'll be a LONG way off. A lot of the stuff in this story, especially in the later chapters, would be near impossible to make look good in flash.

No, no. It would be very possible to make in flash. But our animator (name withheld because I like living) is too lazy and possesses such poor directorial ability that the story would be completely maimed. And because he only works with sprites and refuses to draw anything.

w00. Story. Am I in it?

OMG PLACEHOLDER POST.

Chapter 4 will go here by the end of the day.

I double-posted just now. Oh well.

Chapter 4 and on are delayed for an undisclosed amount of time due to life sucking. Get over it.


EDIT: Ok, life has stopped sucking (at least for now). All I'll say on the subject is "we're back together". Interpret that however you like.

Ugh, triple-post. Oh well, you guys will just have to live with it. Anyway, CHAPTER 4! However, before that, I'd like to make a public warning that this is where the story starts to feel a bit darker. If you are offended in any way by death, violence, or anything similar to that, be prepared for the fact that this story isn't going to be as lighthearted as you probably expect coming from me. That said, here's CHAPTER 4.

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Chapter 4: The Nightmare Begins

Sonyk told the stranger everything that had happened to him in the past couple days. The mysterious figure seemed strangely interested in the information they were hearing, and seemed perfectly happy to put the shotgun back in the crate they’d retrieved it from.

“So,” the stranger said slowly, apparently choosing their words carefully, “you are currently lacking a place in society where you can fit in?”

“Yes,” Sonyk replied, “but why do you even care? Who are you?”

“You’ll find out in time. Right now, I’m curious about something – would you happen to be interested in getting your revenge on Fooruman?”

“Of course I’m interested. He ruined my life.”

“Yes, yes…of course. Hmm…” after a brief pause, the stranger continued, “You wanted to know my name. I can’t tell you that, because I really don’t have a name. However, people around here have taken to calling me Faw.”

“What do you mean, ‘people around here’?”

Faw walked somewhat cautiously over to Sonyk and untied his restraints. “When I say ‘people around here,’ I mean members of the resistance.”

“Of course, the resistance! Fooruman’s been searching for you guys for YEARS, but I guess I always thought he was just paranoid.”

“While he actually IS paranoid, we do exist. We even planted a spy in the unfoos’ fortress long ago, but sadly his feeble mind was easily won over by their tricks. However, all that is beside the point. We need a leader, Sonyk, and I think you would be the perfect candidate. You have strength, a solid knowledge of our enemies, and a desire for vengeance.”

Sonyk stared blankly at Faw for an extended period of time before responding. “You want ME to be your leader? I kind of assumed you were the leader of the resistance.”

Faw let a laugh escape his mouth, and then became serious again. “No, I’m the 2nd-in-command here. When Spotty left to infiltrate the unfoos’ fortress, he left me in charge. However, I’m not really what you’d call leadership material. I’m more of a ‘run-and-gun’ kind of guy. Will you do it?”

Sonyk hesitated only for a moment before responding, “With pleasure.”

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Fooruman watched as Black Ninja walked out the door. As BN closed the door behind him, Fooruman turned to face Elliot. Fooruman didn’t give a moments’ hesitation before speaking. “Elliot, I’m concerned with the fact that we have no idea what the resistance is up to. Now, as you know, I brought you in for the sole purpose of locating and eliminating the threat of the resistance. Have you learned anything?”

Elliot opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it again, apparently thinking about his wording. He then allowed himself to say what was on his mind. “Master, I have some extremely bad news. We’ve found what appears to be a bomb attached to one of the castle walls. I examined it closely, and it appears that it will detonate immediately if touched. What would your excellence advise I do?”

Fooruman didn’t hesitate for even a second before responding. “Get BN to remove it. You and I can move our headquarters to Cave Foo, at least until Castle Foo 2 is completely built.”

“Of course, sir,” Elliot responded. He saluted, turned sharply, and walked out of the room. “Oh, Black Ninja,” he called, “Fooruman has a job for you.”

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Sonyk was ecstatic. “So,” he said, “the bomb is already placed on their castle?”

“Yes,” Faw happily replied, “and it’s ready to detonate whenever you like. It will completely OBLITERATE Castle Foo.”

Sonyk couldn’t remember ever being so happy in his entire life. He was overjoyed knowing that vengeance would be his after only just being admitted into the resistance. He pictured clearly in his mind the destruction of the castle – he took great delight in imagining his torturers suffering a horrible death. A crooked smile came across his face before he spoke. Finally, he said the fateful words, “Do it.”

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Elliot and Fooruman walked with Black Ninja to the location where the bomb had been placed. “Fooruman and I are going out to take care of a couple loose ends,” Elliot said without hesitation. “Please try to be done by the time we get back.”

Black Ninja examined the bomb for a moment. He’d dealt with these kinds of bombs before, and knew that they were sensitive to pressure. However, he knew an easy trick to take care of the bomb without ending his own life. “No problem,” he said, “I’ll get it done ASAP.”

Fooruman grinned an evil grin. “Excellent. We’ll be back in about an hour.” Fooruman and Elliot then left the castle.

Black Ninja looked down at the bomb and knew that if it were to go off the entire castle would be turned into a parking lot. He took a deep breath, opened his box of tools, and got to work.

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Black Ninja looked once again at the bomb in front of him. After about 2 hours of hard work, he was surprised Fooruman and Elliot hadn’t returned. He dismissed the thought, though – all he had to do was cut one more wire and the bomb would be disarmed. He reached into his toolbox for his heaviest wire cutters, grasped them firmly in his hands, and moved towards the bomb.

Castle Foo exploded in a mushroom cloud and was gone in an instant. Nothing remained of Black Ninja but a puddle of warm blood, covered in a fine layer of ash. Black Ninja never cut the final wire – instead, the bomb cut through his body in a cloud of shrapnel and fire. As the wave of destruction flew through his broken body, his vision clouded and he felt no more.

Hmmm, sort of evil to just leave you there, aren't I? I guess I'm more loyal to Fooruman than to you. Awesome story so far.

And i still think Foo Movies are better..

You killed yourself? That's a first! Anyway, good chapter, definitely worth the triple post.

Whoa.
I mean, yay!
I have the feeling that my role is actually evil or something like it, but yay!

You're probably the only good guy, lol. I guess it depends on who you are rooting for when you read this.

Originally Posted by Coppertop

You killed yourself? That's a first!

It usually is.

...Whoo, I get to be ultimate evil and stuff.

Originally Posted by Radium

It usually is.

Lol. Very true.

Originally Posted by Coppertop

You're probably the only good guy, lol. I guess it depends on who you are rooting for when you read this.

Definitely. My hope is that people will find one person or group of people they can relate to in some way and that will become their favorite character. Are the foos evil and the unfoos good, or is it the opposite of that? It's all based on opinion, really.

Viva la resistance!

Heh, glad people are getting so into it. ;p

Maybe someday I'll post the suspense story I had to write for English class. It kind of owns.

Awesome. Do it.

PLACEHOLDER POST'D

By the end of the day, this will be replaced by chapter 5. It's currently being proofread by my team of slaves.

Yeah, I double posted. Oh well. CHAPTER 5.
It's kind of short, but it accomplishes what I wanted. Once again, I'd like to warn that this isn't exactly a lighthearted story, and may even offend some people. That said, enjoy chapter 5.

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Chapter 5: The Shot Heard 'Round The Internet

Fooruman was happy with Cave Foo. He was quite confident that the exploding stairways would prevent any intruders from entering, and the seeker missile cannons were also a nice plus. It was impenetrable. However, as happy as he was with the castle, something bothered him. “Elliot,” he said into his 2-way intercom, “please meet me in the conference room.”

A reply was immediately heard out of the speaker. “Of course, Master,” said Elliot, “I’ll be there ASAP.”

Fooruman allowed himself a quick smile and then teleported to the conference room. It was a very simple room – it was at the very back of the cave, behind a wall of rock. The wall of rock would appear solid to anyone who touched it, and the only way to get through it was to speak a password at a certain point in the wall. Yet another security measure Fooruman had taken in building his new fortress.

Fooruman sat down on a huge chair at the end of a long table. Shortly after he sat down, he saw the rock wall open up, revealing Elliot. Fooruman looked on impatiently as Elliot walked into the room and sat down.

“Master, is there some kind of problem?”

“Yes, Elliot. As a matter of fact, there is. We’ve been preparing for years to fire the first shot in this war, and we just got owned by an unknown force. I take issue with the fact that we don’t even KNOW who carried out this first act of war. Now, Black Ninja was an acceptable loss, but Castle Foo wasn’t. This brings me to my point. Elliot, I want you to become my instrument of destruction against the resistance. Find them and eradicate them – show no mercy. If it’s a man, kill it. If it’s a woman or child, kill it. Poison their water supply, burn their crops – do it however you like. Just make sure it’s a slow, painful death.”

Elliot had never seen Fooruman this upset, and he knew there’d be no questioning his new orders. “Of course I’ll do it, master,” Elliot said confidently. He wasn’t really that confident in his success; he knew there would be almost no way he’d be able to defeat the likes of – no, he quickly dismissed the thought. “I’ll set out first thing tomorrow, master.”

“Excellent,” Fooruman said, “You’re dismissed.”

Elliot turned around and began to walk out the door. As he headed through the opening, he realized he hadn’t saluted – a terrible mistake. He couldn’t allow himself to make another slip-up like that. He looked behind him to make sure the wall of rock was sealed once more, and, satisfied, headed towards his quarters. It was time for him to do his daily maintenance on the Foo Products website, and he really wanted to just get it over with.

Once he got to his quarters, he sat down and focused on nothing but the job ahead of him. He typed in the URL like he always did – www.fooproducts.com. The page loaded instantly; the new fortress was equipped with an OC-1 line for blazing fast internet access. Elliot stared at the monitor and his jaw dropped. He let out a small gasp. Instead of the normal index.shtml that served as the Foo Products homepage, he saw 3 words in bold print: “Hacked By Chinese.” Elliot just stared at the screen and thought for quite a long time. Finally, he blinked once or twice and allowed himself to speak. “Oh, crap,” he said.

OUTRAGE!

Le Gaspe!
I totally did not see that plot twist coming.

Glad if I actually managed to surprise people.

Here it is - chapter 6. This is where the story finally takes the dark and depressing turn I wanted. Due to recent events (the war and whatnot), this chapter and the ones to come MAY OFFEND SOME PEOPLE. This isn't intended to be offensive, and I'm certainly not trying to make light of these terrible events. I'm just trying to write what I know. Death, loss, suffering, and pain. So here it is: chapter 6.

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Chapter 6: The Intolerable Hax

Unfooruman gazed in awe at the powerful weapon in front of him. He was amazed that Radium had actually been able to get him the nuclear missile he wanted. He couldn’t wait to finally execute his plan – it would show the world that the unfoos were just as powerful as anyone else in this war.

Unfooruman’s thoughts were interrupted by Radium. “I take it you’re pleased with the weapon I brought you,” he said happily.

Unfooruman allowed himself to smile. “Yes, Radium. Is the ‘drop-off vehicle’ ready for its maiden voyage?”

“Yes, master. Our targets won’t know what hit them.”

“Haha, excellent. We’ll make the drop as soon as we can get this bad boy loaded onto the plane. Dismissed, soldier.”

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Ragnarok had lived in Fooville for years, and he had been very happy there. There were very few war-related incidents there, and in general it was a peaceful, happy place to live. He’d always kind of worried that the war would eventually come to Fooville, but at the same time he was comforted by the fact that no dictator could be so heartless as to attack a town full of civilians.

As Ragnarok got in his car and started his usual drive to work at Foo$oft, he realized that in essence, his life (along with the lives of everyone in Fooville) was perfect.

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Spotty looked at the town below him. He’d never flown a plane before, but the neural implant Unfooruman had given him helped quite a bit. He had his hand ready on the missile release trigger, and had only to wait until he was above the center of the city. Unfooruman’s plan was working perfectly.

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Ragnarok walked through the doors of Foo$oft, went straight towards his cubicle, and sat down on his chair. He looked for a moment at the picture of his fiancé on his desktop, and missed her wholeheartedly. He couldn’t wait for the dinner they had planned later that night.

Removing all thoughts of love from his mind, he turned on his PC and got ready for the job at hand. However, before he could even make a single mouse click, he heard someone from a nearby cubicle screaming.

Trafton was running around through the cubicles like a madman. In itself, this was nothing too unusual. However, this time Trafton was yelling something quite disturbing. “There’s an unfoo aircraft headed towards the center of the city – it appears to be equipped with a nuclear missile!”

Ragnarok couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t know if it was true or not, but he was going to call his wife-to-be regardless of whether or not it was true. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number as fast as he could. She didn’t answer – instead, he just got the answering machine. He quickly said what he knew mattered most: “I love you. I don’t know if you can even hear this or not, but I truly, honestly, love you, from the bottom of my hea-“

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Fooville exploded violently. Every single citizen of the one-peaceful town was instantly killed by the wave of destruction that followed. Spotty looked down happily at the destruction he’d caused. He picked up his walkie-talkie and told Unfooruman that the deed was done. He took one last look at the city and noticed that the Foo$oft headquarters seemed to have received the worst of the damage. He laughed maniacally, turned the plane around, and headed back towards base.

I'm just such a bad person... Anyway you've managed to kill off a fair number of characters, don't forget to keep some alive for the sake of the story .

Heh, I won't. ;p

Glad you finally read it, foo.

Evil, dark, maniacal story. Really cool!