More stories by plasmoidmonkey

[XxDepredationxX]

Awesome story! Crazy anime character matches you manage to think off. Nice!

[plasmoidmonkey]

“Hey.” One guy with purple hair said. “This dude’s wearing a Southern Water Tribe Warrior suit! He’s one of us! He’s a Sokka cosplayer!”

HEY! Thats a reference to an American-made anime imitation, something shunned by members of the anime comunity as a Class A felony punishible by execution by means of Sōkyoku!



EDIT: Colored the Wikipedia link blue so you can see it.

For your general information, Avatar: The last Airbender is not a cheap anime imitation, such as the blasphemous Martin Mystery or , le gasp, Totally Spies *barfs* . It is an American cartoon based off of ancient Chinese (not Japanese) philoshophy and culture. It is often times misrepresented as an anime, whereas it is simply an American cartoon with a coherant storyline and detailed characters, things most US cartoons are without. Also, it lacks the overdone flashbacks and mid-fight speeches of most anime, puttuing it in a class of its own. And it's a pretty dang good show to boot. [/nerdy rant]

I'm glad you got the reference, anyway. Now no more anime arguments. Discuss stories instead.

EDIT: New updates this thursday at the very latest.

[JackSkratch]

*gasp* the anime peoples made that rule up, I'm just conveying it to you, if I didn't watch the show how would I know that, I think the plotting is excelent for any show on nickelodean, I never said it was cheap, blah blah blah.... *goes on ranting spree *


yah, finished the story a while ago, pretty good writing, I'm enjoying the space one, although the GT one is getting increasingly hard to follow... But good writing. I like it.

[Adjuntant_Reflex]

OMG, the 5th GT episode made me laugh so freaking hard.

[plasmoidmonkey]

New update!

EPILOGUE
I GOT NUTHIN'
OR
STORY'S OVER. GO HOME

Why are you still reading this story? Didn't you see my chapter title? The story is over. GT prevails, bad anime fans go bye-bye, everybody else is happy. THE END. Now go away. What? You still here? You want more that badly? Okay then...

BONUS CHAPTER
WHAT HAPPENS TO PEOPLE WHEN THEY GET BANNED
OR
I'M TOO LAZY TO THINK OF ANOTHER TITLE

Author's note: The original idea for this chapter was given to me by ex-member RoadkillJoe

RoadkillJoe scooped another spoonfull of cold beans from his can. And they just so happened to be beans three whole minutes past their experation date. But i digress. Anyway...
The ex-GTer was now a hobo, wearing hobo clothes, eating hobo food, with a hobo five o'clock shadow, and living in a hobo cardboard box in the hobo-town Albequerque with all the other ex-GT hobos. THE END

There. Bonus chapter done. What? You still want more? Okay then...

And then Chuck Norris roundhouse kicked him. THE END.

Next update will have next chapter of the sci-fi one-shot and a new short story.

[Adjuntant_Reflex]

It's ovah? Oh well, pretty freaking good, can't wait for the next one!

[XxDepredationxX]

beans three whole minutes past their experation date.

What will happen if you eat that?

[plasmoidmonkey]

beans three whole minutes past their experation date.

What will happen if you eat that?

If Chuck Norris doesn't roundhpuse kick you, your limbs will atrophy away, follwed by the rupturing of your spleen, appendix, and pancreas at the same time, followed by your digestive juices slowly eating away at your body as you writhe around for up to forty-three and a half hours of torment as your body melts into a puddle of goo.

story removed by author for large amounts of suck

[plasmoidmonkey]

New update for the one shot.

“BA-13!” Flint barged through the door to the biolab’s main doors. “BA-13!”
“Yes?” The robot turned its head to face the private detective. It was a rather ugly thing, with a misshapen silver head with far too many extra sensors and photoreceptors sticking out of it. “How may I be of service, today, Mr. Flint?”
“Analyze this for me. Now.” Flint held up the necklace that Djoric had gotten from the Quenolice. Though he and the Jandoph were partners, Djoric was usually off at his main job: janitor at one of the big casinos. PI was just a moonlighting job.
“Certainly sir.” Flint slid the necklace through the slot that had opened in the plexiglass.2. The necklace dropped into a clear box, was cleaned by a irridator to destroy any contaminates , and then was picked up by one of the data droids many spindly arms. BA-13 put it into one of his analysis chambers and waited a few seconds.
“Ah! This appears to be rare Darubanite crystal, found only in the Yqo and Girgana systems.”
“Anything else? Where it was made, when it was made, anything?”
“Since you seem so anxious, Mr. Flint, I’ll give you everything. The crystal was mined approximately 41.4 standard years ago in the mines on Yqo IV…”
“Speed it up, AB-13, I don’t have all day. Any idea on how a bum from the Grunge could get it?”
“Hm? That’s odd. The way this crystal was carved, and the intricate infrared inking, would suggest that it belonged to a rich Yrr mining captain. Possibly even a company chief.”
“Any name?”
“None, sir. It does say, roughly translated, that it belonged to “One great of heart and wise in the ways of business.” Followed by “Youngest Mogul-1/10380GSC-Yxar Mining Conglomerate.” If you wish to find anything else, I would advise checking the database of the YMC.” The droid handed the necklace back through the wall of glass.
“Got it.” Now they were getting somewhere. Flint spun on his heel out the door. It was time to find Djoric and charter a shuttle to Yqo IV.

Enjoy. Thank you for all the comments.

[Hebes24]

An interesting development. Keep it up!

[plasmoidmonkey]

New update today.

Yqo IV was a desolate grey orb floating amidst the sparse third asteroid belt of the Yqo Qoy system. Though in a remote pocket of space, the Mid-Territories world was bustling with activity, as it was rich in most of the metals necessary for making the many mass-produced items in the galaxy, and it was center to the massive Yrr owned Yxar Mining Conglomerate.
The shuttle Flint and Djoric were on zoomed down through the planet’s thin atmosphere. They were very lucky that the Yqo Qoy system was close to Wanzorian Space, if it wasn’t, it would have been impossible to go there personally, making their investigation much harder. Though it would hardly be easy in the first place, as the YMC was infamous for their red tape bureaucracy.
The lobby for the spaceport not very crowded. Yrr miners by the dozens in their characteristic grey and black jumpsuits were walking through it to the cantina to celebrate the end of their ship.
Flint approached the main desk. The receptionist was unsurprisingly a Yrr, female with mottled slate colored skin, probably fourty standard years of age and on her fifth cup of caffi, he decided.
Yrr were a sturdily built SBOP species, around normal human height. They had no eyes to speak of, just bare skin covering heat-sensing organs where eyes should have been and tendrils packed with electromagnetic sensors instead of hair. With these two senses combined, a Yrr could not only “see” people through walls, but also “see” the electricity coursing through their bodies.
“Hello sirs.” She said cheerfully, though Flint could tell that she was probably as tired as he was. “May I ask what your business is with the YMC?”
“We need to find who this belongs to.” Flint held up the necklace. The receptionist’s jaw dropped a little.
“Um…uh…I’ll take you to my superiors.”

I am also going to officially announce the title of an upcoming story that will; be posted here soon.

Zombiepocalypse Now

[Hebes24]

Zombiepocalypse?


My friends are making a zombie movie.

[Taivyx]

Actually, it's called a Zombocalypse.

Lol

[phazon_elite]

Lol at the 5th GT Story (lol, was the phazon part mentioning me?). I love that second story you have going there (forgot the title if it had one ), keep it up!

- EP-782

[plasmoidmonkey]

Well people, I have returned with the story of the Zombiepocalyse. Sorry about the ridiculous wait between updates.

phazon_elite: No, the phazon was not a reference to you. PED suits are just simply ftw.

A bit of bad news: I have delayed, if not cancelled, my sci-fi one shot, as I cannot think up a satisfactory ending. If I can, I will post it. But for now.

Since I got such positive reviews for my last GT tribute *Thanks, guys. *, I decided to do another one, except this time, with zombies!

Author’s note: I hereby apologize for all jokes and/or other references to various anime and/or other cartoons. I realize that some people might not get them, so when a large one pops up, I will place a footnote and/or link explaining it.

Author’s note: Unlike my last tribute, I will be the only actual GTer with any lines in this story *subject to change*. All other characters with lines will be purely fictional. I did this so I could have a bit more leeway with their personalities and the like.

Author's note: I also apologize for any n00b related jokes, but, seriously. They make it too easy. *I do realize that at many times I post stupid n00bish stuff. Do not reinstate this fact. *

Enjoy.

plasmoidmonkey sprinted down the dim hallway, panting heavily and looking over his shoulder every few seconds. The Halo shotgun strapped to the back of his armor had nine shots left: the rest of his ammo he had spent outside.
Everybody had always warned SBF_Dann_Boeng that the zombie population of the Realm of Chaos was too big. But of course, as things are wont to go, he ignored their warnings. And unsurprisingly, the zombie hordes escaped their dimension of pandemonium to wreck havoc on the real world. Of course, the GT Empire was ready for such an event.

[1st person]Are you crazy? The only thing to do when zombies attack is to run like hell! I ask you, what part of “undead being hell-bent on infecting every surviving member of the human race” do you not understand? *slaps self* Oh, yeah, sorry. Back to the plot. Anywho…[/1st person]

The GT Empire had thousands of safehouses built were an emergency like this ever to occur. Those for civilians were deep underground, those for the GTers who would bravely lead the counterattack blah, blah, blah, were on the surface. Of course, civilians aren’t that bright. The casualty estimates were off the charts. GT forces had barely managed to hold off the first wave, and were still pushed back into the too-few safe zones.
plasmoidmonkey came to a massive vault door at the end of the hallway: quadruple plated titanium with voice scanners, brainwave scanners, thermal scanners, and .90 caliber machine gun turrets.
“GTer plasmoidmonkey, ID GT-184-012-592!”
The gargantuan locks spun open, followed by the vault doors slowly creaking open. plasmoidmonkey ran inside, the vault slamming shut behind him.
The vault, unlike the hallway, was well lit, all sterile white Kaminoan décor. Racks of weapons lined the walls, crates of food and other essentials were stacked off to the side, and a comm. station sat in the back. A small group of people stood around the center holo-projector.
plasmoidmonkey’s hopes plummeted through the floor: He had been hoping for people like Hebes24 or Talibanman. These people were n00bs: barely out of submitting their profiles and scared witless. plasmoidmonkey was scared witless himself, but he had at least enough control to save him from dropping to the floor and crying in despair.
"Oh crap." He thought to himself.

[Xavious]

... and then I come in and kill all the zombies with nuclear weapons.

Just kidding, of course. Nice story, you're going to continue it, right? (You better, or else... )

[Hebes24]

Another Nice GT story. sounds cool so far.

[Talibanman]

Must've been eating or something D:
Let's hope plasmoid makes it

[plasmoidmonkey]

Sorry for the long wait for an update. *all guilty parties have been executed *

“Who are you?” One of the n00bs stammered.
“My name is plasmoidmonkey, level 47 Water Tribe Phazon Beserker. Don’t worry. I’m not infected.”
“Anything you want us to do, sir?” The kid piped up again, throwing a slaute. He was a scrawny little punk: messy blond hair, no obvious physical modifications, shorts and t-shirt instead of armor, no weapons.
“First off, get rid of that salute. I’m not an admin. Just give me your screename, level, class, and modifications, starting with you.” He pointed at the kid who spoke up.
“Asphalt_eater, sir!” He threw another salute. “Level 7 Skateboard Enthusiast! Uh…uh…I skateboard real good!”
“Whatever. You.” He pointed to the one to Asphalt_eater’s right. This one was older and actually had some body mods, looking like some random geek who got motherboards fused to his skin. Even better, he had weapons and armor.
“Iz teh El337_G33k, LOL n00b. Lvl. 10 l337 g33k. LOL LMAO ROFL. t3h laz0rs, t3h misles.” He pulled out a weak caliber laser gun. “Sh00p da w00p.”
“Oookay. Huzzah, some loser I can’t understand. Next.”
The next one was a young girl, probably the same age as Asphalt_eater. She had pink hair and was wearing a navy-blue ninja suit.
“I’m Sasuke_hugger102! Level 1 fangi…”
“Forget it. You are zombie bait the first chance I get. Next!”*
There was one person left. It was another girl, mid teens, long black hair, Asian in background. She was dressed oddly, in a crudely made dirty red-brown sleeveless tank top and pants. Even more odd was the metal limbs replacing her right arm and leg from the elbow and knee, respectively, and the eye-shaped tattoo on her forehead.
Now noticing the survivor’s curious looks, plasmoidmonkey, froze, jaw slightly agape and finger frozen in mid point. This was to be expected, as this person reminded him of someone, and that someone happened to be one of the most bad@$$ villains in cartoon history. *IMO* **.
“Ash Panda, level 84 Combustion Executioner. Combustion style firebending and experience with ranged and melee weaponry and Chinese martial arts.”
plasmoidmonkey stood frozen, not moving from his position for a full ten seconds. Then without warning…

FOAM!!!1!!1!!!! ***

He lay twitching on the floor, foam spewing from his mouth. The n00bs looked at him with a mixture of fright and curiosity, while Ash Panda’s expression simply read amusement at something she had seen multiple times before. After several seconds of twitching and foaming, plasmoidmonkey picked himself off the floor and wiped the foam from his lip.
“Sorry about that.”
“No biggie. I get that a lot. Seeing a non-fangirl female Combustion Man is kinda hard to grasp all at once.”
“Got that right.” plasmoidmonkey cleared his throat and turned to the three n00bs. “Now that my moment of foaming at the mouth is done, Ash Panda here will take over this mission, as I am most certainly not qualified enough.”
“Actually, you are.” She rebutted his statement. “I haven’t got the foggiest idea about GT zombie fighting protocol. I spent all my time of ASN.”
“Okay then, I guess I am. But you’re doing co-op commanding with me.” plasmoidmonkey activated the holoprojector. A 3D layout of the Empire capital sprung up, almost the entire place colored red for zombie infested. “GT was, though it may not seem like it, prepared for a zombie invasion. Unfortunately, the Z-bomb we built is in Boeng Labs, right at the source of the outbreak.”
“Well that’s convenient and clichéd.” Ash Panda said, amused.
“Yeah, well, the author couldn’t think of anything better. Moving on… The basic plan was to detonate the Z-bomb as soon as the zombies emerged, but because that would totally ruin the plot, and because of the massive numbers of zombies breaking into our dimension all across the world, that was impossible. The basic premise of our plan is to infiltrate the Labs, meet up with other GTers if we can, do some redecorating, and detonate the bomb.”
“Redecorating?” Asphalt_eater said, curious. He obviously hadn’t played Republic Commando.
“We go in and blow everything up.”
“You mean we have to go right to where the zombies are coming from?”
“Pretty much. Got a problem with it?” plasmoidmonkey grabbed a new shotgun from a nearby rack and switched it with his old one. “Suit up.”

*Sorry if the rabid anime fan okes are getting old, but seriously. These fangirls want to marry cartoon characters.
** Who just so happens to be this guy who does this which turns into this
***A hilarious bodily reaction to standing in the presence of pure awesome.

[JackSkratch]

Nice job so far! I noticed that "no lines from actual GT members" is subject to change, and I was wondering if I could be in the story (yah, I have been rethinking my opinion on that). If you agree I'll send you some charecter information so you don't screw me up.

OFF-TOPIC EDIT: Woah, how did I lose 200+ posts?