More stories by plasmoidmonkey

[Hebes24]

Nice. This story is really funny. Can't wait for more.

[plasmoidmonkey]

Here you go, starting where I left off.

Then he [plasmoidmonkey] grabbed two lancer rifles, both with his favorite ammo switched in: 50 cal. titanium bullets packed with a low-grade plasma/high-grade plasma/phazon mixture, a Coveneant energy sword, and a whale-bone broadsword. (As you can tell, my philosophy is “you can never have too much overkill”)
Asphalt_eater grabbed a nearby suit of power armor, an E-11 blaster rifle, a couple plasma grenades, several thermal detonators, a cerebral bore, a red koopa shell, and a wicked looking machete. For someone without a lot of experience, he certainly was enthusiastic.
El337_G33k strapped on an Elite energy shield and grabbed a gravity gun. He was obviously confident in his abilities, given the lack of equipment he had. Probably a bit too confident. The little ninja wannabe, Sasuke_hugger102, didn’t get anything, as she was too wimpy and stupid to figure out that three shuriken and a dagger is not enough to fight a zombie horde. (A real ninja would need only his sword and bare hands, but of course, she was hardly a real ninja)
Ash Panda picked up nothing. But, she had conveniently left out that, even though the fingers could not move from their claw-like position, that a multipurpose gun was built into the arm, much like Samus’s arm cannon, and judging by the amount of spent packages by her feet, she had enough Brute spiker ammo in that thing to turn Brumak into a big bloody voodoo doll.
“Okay people, we move out…”
There was a cacophony of screeching metal as a zombie burst from an air vent leaping right at plasmoidmonkey’s back. The GTer sidestepped, smashed it in the back with the butt of his shotgun, and shot a foot long spike of bone from his palm through its cranium, sending its blackened, rotting brains all over the floor.
“D’arvit! I thought Teancum made it explicitly clear at the last faculty meeting for Squipple to model security turrets inside the air shafts of the safehouses! Computer, initiate full lockdown in t-minus 2 minutes! Move out people!” He made it about two steps towards the door before pair of huge grey-brown hands punched through the titanium and proceeded to rip open a hole in the vault door. A gargantuan zombie stood beyond, huge holes from the now-destroyed turrets in its body. A steel pyramid covered its head.
Pyramid Head made some sort of strangled roar and placed a foot through the hole in the door.
Ash Panda was the first to act. She inhaled deeply, superheated the air around her, and shot a stream of white-hot fire from the tattoo on her forehead which exploded on contact with Pyramid Head. When the haze and smoke cleared, the monster was fused with the vault door, actually melted into the titanium. A few charred fingers that had not been fused to the metal twitched, but that was all.
“Looks like we take the back door.” plasmoidmonkey said, stunned.
“ROFLMAO!!!1” El33t_G33k snorted.

Jackskratch, I don't know if you got my PM, so I'll say it here, too. Yes, I can put you in. Please submit a profile by PM to me with Physical Decription, Class, Level (100 is cap), special powers, and favorite weapons and equipment.

Edit: I am opening the chance to be character to everybody. Follow above directions. I will probably only use the first five submissions I get. *not likely subject to change*
1. JackSkratch
2. Xavious
3. Taivyx
4. Hebes24
5.

Important EDIT: There is one spot left. First come, first served. new update unlikely tonight (thursday), if not, definately tomarrow.

[Hebes24]

Could You put me in?

Level 75 Bounty Hunter

I have the power of Force Lightning and Choke
A suit that looks like the one from Crysis, but dark blue with the abilities of Maximum strength, Cloak, and Maximum Speed, with a PED.
Weapons: SCAR Rifle (modified to shoot blaster bolts) and a DL-44 blaster pistol.



Great addition to the story today, By the way.

[JackSkratch]

Sorry, I haven't logged in recently becouse I'm too lazy to keep copying my password from my moms AOL account where the regisration email is... i just copied it down somewhere, so I should be on more often. Anyway, I'll PM yah, to keep everything real secret-like.

[plasmoidmonkey]

Hoorah! New updates!

The city outside the safehouse was in ruins. This was not actually a problem, as making new models was something some GTers could do when they were still inside their mothers. But I’m getting off topic. The only sound that echoed through the rubble strew streets was the whistling breeze.
“It’s like the end of the world out here…” Asphault_eater said.
“No, it isn’t really.” plasmoidmonkey said. “Disregarding the return of some deity figure, the only thing that could end the world is Chuck Norris. Or The Log vs. Clucky.*”
“Or Toph.” Ash Panda added.
“Of course, how could I forget Toph. And of course, all orders to end the world have to be signed in triplicate, sent in, sent back, queried, lost, found, subjected to public inquiry, lost again, buried in soft peat for three months, and finally recycled as firelighters.”
“Since when has GT used Vogon bureaucracy to decide anything?”
“About twenty seconds ago. Actually, ever since ShadowHawk said so way back during the GT World Conquest.”
The group slowly made their way down the wide, pillar-lined street that eventually led to World HQ and Boeng Labs. There were no zombies in sight.
“Well this sucks.” plasmoidmonkey moaned. “We go to all this work and there are no zombies out here.”
“There were.” Ash Panda said, pointing at plasmoidmonkey’s boot. “You’re stepping in one.”
“Aw, c’mon!” plasmoidmonkey grumbled as he lifted his foot from the zombie’s face. Sasuke_hugger102 made a girly shriek at the rather unpleasant sight.
That shriek echoed down the street, only to be replaced by the whispers of the wind. That was the only noise that could be heard: the wind.
And some guy yelling “DIE ZOMBIES!!!!1!!11!” at the top of his lungs.
The group ran down to the location of the shout. There was GTer there swinging a massive light sword that gave him a full +8 to shinyness around, cleaving through the hordes of undead around him. Those out of the reach of his blade were being choked by shadow-hands that had sprung from the ground.
Ash Panda and plasmoidmonkey jumped into action, opening fire with the weapons of their choosing, filling the air with steel spikes, clouds of plasma/phazon vapor and massive explosions. The zombies, dim-witted as they were, managed the amazing feat of turning around to see their immanent doom.
While the undead were distracted, the GTer with the sword swung lifted a single hand dramatically, grabbing a zombie off of a pile of rubble with a shadowy hand. After smashing it against the concrete several times, he proceeded to use the rotting corpse as a bludgeoning weapon on the few who remained.
The battle was over quick, and actually quite boring. Zombies, though the largest threat anywhere to humans, were not actually that difficult opponents.
The GTer sheathed his sword. He was average height and skinny, with black, shoulder-length, god-of-rock hair. His clothes were varied shades of black and purple, constantly changing their infinite patterns.
“Xavious.” plasmoidmonkey addressed him.
“plasmoidmonkey.” Xavious addressed him back. “Glad you showed up. I got separated from JackSkratch and some other guys a while ago.” He peered at the n00bs (and Ash Panda) behind plasmoidmonkey. “Who are these guys?”
“N00bs. And Ash Panda. Level 84 Combustion Executioner.” plasmoidmonkey introduced. Ash Panda held out her non-metal hand to shake with the level 52 Shadow Warrior.
“Whoa.”
Ash Panda merely shrugged and smiled humbly in response. Xavious quickly diverted his attention back to plasmoidmonkey.
“Any chance I can stay with your party?”
“Of course. El33t_G33k, you’ve just been banished to the Ebon Hawk. Seeya after the game.” The n00b dissipeared in a flash of hammerspace. “Y’know what, the other two don’t get enough lines, so I’m just gonna ditch ‘em too.” The other two n00bs disappeared as well. “That’s better.”
“Hold on, there’s something I have to show you.” Xavious guided them over to a pile of rubble. Pulling a billboard for Minty-Fresh Brand Mind-Soap off to the side, he revealed a bound and gagged person.
The person was large, and even with the gag over their mouth, looked incredibly stupid. They were built in the physique of a troll: with flaming hair, big muscles, and not enough brains to be considered an inanimate object.
“Forum troll. Flamer class. Nice catch.” Ash Panda said. “But what’s it doing so far away from its cave?”
“That’s what I want to find out.” Xavious answered. “If the trolls have mobilized, then it is possible that the emos, hackers, potheads, and anime-haters have as well. That could be bad.”
“Or even worse, the Harry Potter shippers.” plasmoidmonkey said. Everyone shuddered. The executions of Book 7 were still grimly implanted in everyone’s mind. GT had stepped in, of course, but not before sixty thousand twenty-three people were pwned or tortured in the flame wars, executions, and following riots. Even the worst anime shipping wars were humbled by its ferocity and cruelty.
Just as they began shaking the memories of those times, the troll forced its way out of the gag.
“[bleep] you [bleep]ing pieces of [bleep]ing [bleep] [bleep] [bleep]ing [bleepy] [bleep]!!!1!! [bleep] [bleep] [bleep] [bleep]s [bleep]ing [bleep]!!!!” it shouted.
“What did it just say?” Xavious said, confused.
“I think the translation’s ‘Hello there. Will you please let me out of here?’” plasmoidmonkey explained.

*Naruto abridged reference

[ARC_Commander]

Cool! Can I be in?

Level 75 Commando
Armour: Republic Commando armour with shield generator and jetpacks
Weapons: HK417 rifle (laser-modified, with a grenade launcher), plasma grenades, two DL-44s

[Taivyx]

Although this is just my personal taste, it looks like there's just a tad bit too much dialog in ratio to the action.
This is a war, isn't it?

Also, I don't think that after a action-packed battle, you should say that the battle was easy.
It kind of destroys the intent.
Possibly making one or two tough zombies would negate that.
Keep in mind that these stories are the part-by-part kind, and each part should have it's share of real action (not a quick, easy battle).

Criticism ends here

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Nice story! I like how the plot is developing. Looks like the once-quarantined enemies of GT have escaped! Oh noes!

[plasmoidmonkey]

attention All! The submissions are now closed!

Although this is just my personal taste, it looks like there's just a tad bit too much dialog in ratio to the action.
This is a war, isn't it?

Also, I don't think that after a action-packed battle, you should say that the battle was easy.
It kind of destroys the intent.
Possibly making one or two tough zombies would negate that.
Keep in mind that these stories are the part-by-part kind, and each part should have it's share of real action (not a quick, easy battle).

Thank you for the criticism, but keep in mind this is not a "real" story. This is something I whipped up in my free time and I really didn't put much effort into it. My next story, however, will be much more serious and realistic like my first one back in June.

and also GT>zombies.

[Hebes24]

Nice addition to the story. can't wait for more. (especially the part where I come in *wink-wink* *nudge-nudge* (LOL, JK))

[EGG_GUTS]

Dang I missed submissions ...

If I was in it I would be a

Level 55 Bombardier
With Red and blue Republic rocketeer armor
and A Emp Launcher, Magnum, Wrist launcher, Detpacks, and Firebomb grenades. *nudge nudge*

Joking of course It's your choice *nudge* ok I'll stop

BTW love the story so far

[ARC_Commander]

A Motor Launcher? What's that supposed to do, fire car engines?

[EGG_GUTS]

A Motor Launcher? What's that supposed to do, fire car engines?

Fine, I changed it

[ARC_Commander]

Ohhhh, a MORTAR launcher! I get it!

[plasmoidmonkey]

Hoorah! New updates!

“No. It’s saying to turn around.” A sickeningly sickening voice said from behind them. They turned around to see a teenage girl with sunken eyes, Goth makeup, and arms scarred with years of cutting.
“Well lookie here.” Ash Panda said, ticked off for the first time in this story. “It seems they are forming an alliance.”
“The GT Empire has too much power over the rest of the internet. Taking you out is going to be almost as much fun as cutting myself.” She pulled out a short sword with a ridiculously evil looking blade.
“I’ll handle this. plasmoidmonkey said. Xavious looked bummed. “Don’t worry, there’ll be more for you to pwn.” He turned to the emo, putting away his lancers and pulling out his whale-bone broad sword. “Pick a number.”
“Fourteen cuts on my wrists.”
The funk-off DDR screen appeared out of thin air. A Linkin Park song began to play.
“NO!!! NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!” plasmoidmonkey shouted. “WE ARE NOT LISTENNG TO LINKIN PARK!!!!!! FORTY-TWO!!!! GO!!”
The DDR screen lit up with ridiculously fast arrows as plasmoidmonkey attacked to the tune of “One Winged Angel”, Advent Children version.
The funk-off was quite crazy, and totally random. plasmoidmonkey fought all out with broadsword and extra blades of his own bone that shot out from his arms, in full-on heavy stance and form. The emo (Her name was Cutz. I’m serious.) fought as if she actually wanted to get hurt. She actually did want to get hurt, and managed to stab herself on plasmoidmonkey’s blades multiple times.
After possibly ten minutes of fighting, plasmoidmonkey saw and opening. Sliding his sword under hers, he flung it out of sight. He followed up by pinning her to a wall with spikes of bone through her shirt and pants and spike bracelets. Running up to her, he engaged a long sword combo, the red HP bar floating above Cutz’s head diminishing easily.
Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! Great! Perfect! Great! Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! Perfect! MARRY ME!! The screen flashed.
Cutz disappeared in a flash and a scream as she was teleported to the nearest allied respawn point or healing center. plasmoidmonkey sheathed his sword.
“Where’d you learn to do that?’ Xavious said, amazed.
“Gaara of the Funk, dude. Gaara of the Funk.” *

The now three-person party continued onward towards the labs. Like before, there was not an undead monster in sight. The streets were splattered with their remains, however. plasmoidmonkey had the rather unpleasant job of dragging along their potty-mouthed captive, while his senior officers Xavious and Ash Panda kept watch. Realistically speaking, they should have left it behind, but Xavious was still miffed about not being able to fight Cutz.
They had reached the shadow of Boeing Labs before they saw another zombie. Actually, they saw hundreds of zombies, all milling about in the huge courtyard. The GTers crouched behind a piece of rubble on the edge. Roughly ten zombies were within attacking range.
“Okay, Ash Panda you jump in first, plasmoidmonkey and I will follow you.” Xavious instructed, putting a hand on his sword hilt.
Ash Panda poked her head above the rubble just in time to see five zombie’s drop to the ground, silent sniper bullets passing through their heads. In the distance, where they were more tightly packed, a huge mushroom cloud of phazon mist erupted, sending undead flying for hundreds of yards.
Ash Panda snapped out of her amazement, climbed over the rubble, and fired a combustion shot at the nearest pack of zombies, while plasmoidmonkey and Xavious jumped out from their hiding space weapons at the ready.
plasmoidmonkey noticed too late that these were no ordinary zombies. These were scarlet-heads. He revved the chainsaw bayonet of his lancer as one ran towards him. A second before it caught him; he swung his gun like a sword, shredding it right in half, followed by a shot to the head. Swinging around, he grabbed another zombie’s head and slammed it into his knee, impaling it on the spike of his kneecap.
Xavious was once again using his sword, but now he seemed to have discovered the hilarious game of grabbing a zombie in one of his shadow hands and pulling it right onto his blade. Ash Panda was simply standing in one spot, nailing every scarlet-head right in the noggin with a foot long steel spike, trip-kicking or side-stepping the occasional zombie who got near her.
All the while, more zombies fell to the silent sniper, who now used shuriken as well as sniper rounds.
As expected, the zombies put up little fight. Xavious, plasmoidmonkey, and Ash Panda closed in on the few remaining where the phazon cloud was before, right at the entrance to the labs.
The ground here was covered in the fluorescent blue gunk. Three more GTers could be seen here, one a wolf-person, one a Republic Commando in red and black, the other a body-bucket armored giant. The larger soldier slammed a zombie into the ground with the butt of his rifle and squashed the head under his boot, the other was content to frying their faces off with his gun. The wolf-person was firing shots from his two custom revolvers like Clint Eastwood himself, kicking butt with Praying Mantis Hung Gar, and foaming at the mouth at the same time.
The last zombie was downed by a shadowy figure appearing behind it and stabbing an assassin’s blade in its neck and through its skull.
plasmoidmonkey recognized the other GTers. The wolf-person was JackSkratch, Level 64 Espionage and Light Melee Expert: six feet tall with camo pants, a black tank top, wolf ears, semi-long blonde hair claws, a calm expression, a blue bandanna tied around his neck, and breath that smelled of the six chili dogs, two root beers, and four orders of onion rings he had eaten for lunch.
The bigger soldier was none other than Hebes24, level 75 Bounty Hunter, wearing a navy blue Crysis nano-suit/PED with a massive SCAR Rifle with alternate blaster firing mode, plasma grenade launcher, and PED hookup in his hands and a Dl-44 on his hip.
The shadowy one was Taivyx, level 59 Dragonbreed Assassin, clad very much like Xavious, even down to the inky hair, though Taivyx’s was shorter. A Halo sniper rifle was strapped to his back, and assassin’s blade on each hand.
The Commando was Arc_Commander, level 75 Republic Commando, who had taken enough time off of his Battlefront Extreme Mod to help out save the world from total and utter destruction. He had an HK417 rifle with grenade launcher and twin Dl-44s as his weaponry and a Dark Trooper jetback on his back.

Now everybody's in it!

*This funk-off joke and Gaara of the Funk were originally used by masakoX and vegeta3986 in Naruto Abridged. This is a funk off.

[Hebes24]

Nice new addition, especially the funk-off!

Was I the silent sniper?

[plasmoidmonkey]

Nice new addition, especially the funk-off!

Was I the silent sniper?

Nope. Taivyx was the sniper, you were the huge guy stomping on zombie heads.

[Taivyx]

Whee! I get the first and last kill!

Nice job implementing all of us!

[EGG_GUTS]

Is that the end of the storys? I hope not There Awesome Except for the emo part. I hate emos...

[JackSkratch]

Heh, don't make me calm all the time. Becouse I'm crazy when fighting. I probably would wear a half smile most of the time. But, you probably know my personality by reading these posts.

[plasmoidmonkey]

Is that the end of the storys? I hope not There Awesome Except for the emo part. I hate emos...

Nope. I got one more update for this one, and then three more whole stories planned. And I'll probably think of something else before I finish those...
Also,
Everybody hates emos. That's why we quarantined them!