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[plasmoidmonkey]

1: EGG_GUTS
2: lieutenantcoda
3: Adjuntant_Reflex
4: MandaRek
5: RevanSithLord

oh, Reflex and MandaRek, I'm probably going to drop you guys' levels into the 40s or 30s, as both of you are pretty recent additions to GT who don't mod.
Levels are given according to how long you've been a member, post count (somewhat), and how well known/awesome you are. If you have a low level, i'm not saying you're not awesome, i'm saying that nobody knows who you are.

[Adjuntant_Reflex]

Ok,you just didnt make it clear what determines your level

EDIT:I dropped it down to level 43,cause im good like that

[RevanSithLord]

I'll take the spot!

[MandeRek]

Plasmoidmonkey, droppig my level is okay but PLEASE don't say i don't mod! I mod for 3/4th year now, i only joined gametoast recently....

[RevanSithLord]

By the way:

Name, level, class, physical and personality description, special powers, weapons, etc.

Name: Revan
Level: (Uhh... I don't know. Just take a random guess. I don't mind.)
Class: ex-Lord of the Sith gone to Savior of the Republic/Jedi Guardian
Physical: Brown hair, blue eyes, average sized nose, average size lips, brown eyebrows (kinda medium bushy), average size ears, 5' 5".
Personality: Random humor, but always wanting to help people in need. Mostly pessimistic about things, but then again not so much... complains a little bit too much, but learns to deal with it and all the stress.
Special Powers: Force Tempust (very heavy lightning attack), Force Strangle (more powerful than basic grip), Force Shockwave (area attack), Jedi Mind trick, Force Push, Force Pull, Lightsaber Throw.
Weapons: Two Lightsabers, four premium tuned Krayt Pearls in for maximum damage. One red, one blue. One short blade (backup saber - with same settings as above. It's also green.). One lightsaber-whip. 2 Heavily Modified DC-15s Blaster pistols.
Etc: He likes cookies, cheese nips, all sorts of potato chips, all types of diet drinks (almost all) ...including those Diet Sobe fruit drinks, bologna and mayonnaise sandwiches, grilled cheese sandwich, ramen noodles, spaghetti, hotdogs, hamburgers, french fries and...eh... a lot of other things. Video games and stuff especially...

[MandeRek]

He said i don't mod

[lieutenantcoda]

Level: (Uhh... I don't know. Just take a random guess. I don't mind.)

oh, so i hope you dont mind if he chooses you lvl 1 jkjk

[ARC_Commander]

Oh... If he's going to use the original people, then I might as well enter my personality and physical appearance.

Personality: Calm, laid-back manner. Makes quick-witted sarcastic comments every now and then, but for the most part keeps his mouth shut. Thinks to himself constantly.

Physical Appearance (underneath armour): Five foot seven, shaggy dark brown hair, pale skin, somewhat skeletal looking. Otherwise pretty average looking.

[plasmoidmonkey]

He said i don't mod

Sorry. I was under the assumption that as I have not seen anything made by you in the WIP or Released Mods & Maps Forums, that you do not mod. My apologies.

All positions for this story are filled.

New update!

CHAPTER 5
THERE ARE NO MORE HEROES HERE
OR
DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF A WET NOODLE

During the battle in Happy Land several days ago, GT forces had apprehended a QC commander, an emo named DEATH2uAHL. It had taken three moderators to contain him, but he was eventually brought to a secret location I cannot reveal to you to be interrogated. Mainly the interrogation was just Fusion standing there, slapping him in the face with a wet noodle and screaming “TALK!” This went on for several days, the emo unflinching. Then Fusion brought out the barbed wire, cattle prods, Hannah Montana and Barney the Dinosaur DVDS, and the "I am the Walrus", techno remix version. Needless to say, it was quite effective. He cracked like an egg. Amidst his insane, rambling “goo goo g’joobs” and maniacal cackling, Fusion managed to extract the location of one of the QC’s main bases. With plasmoidmonkey nearest to it, he was sent as the first strike.
plasmoidmonkey stood upon the head of his lead mumakil, observing the QC base that could be seen distantly on the far side of the valley nestled in the snowy mountains of the Antarctic Empire. It was kind of ironic, actually, as he was not long ago complaining about missing all the action, and there ends up being a QC base in his vicinity. Who knew?
“Statement: Their defenses are quite pathetic, wouldn’t you agree, Master?” A snow-camo-clad HK-52 droid standing next to him said.
“Looks like it. But we shouldn’t underestimate them: we could be in for a fight.”
“Exclamation: That’s good, Master! I cannot wait to terminate some pitiful meat puppets!”
plasmoidmonkey himself was just a excited as the droid. His army was totally ready, a motley collection of HK-52s, CQB SPARTANS, Southern Water Tribe Warriors, standard GT infantry units, chupacabra hybrids, Sheikiah, basilisk war droids, and massive mumakil. Each mumakil was a fortress in itself, plated with phazite armor resistant to everything but high-frequency lasers and coated underneath with a thin layer of mesh armor that was weak to everything but high-frequency lasers, and anywhere from twenty to forty automated Annihilator Beam turrets or gun-wielding soldiers on its back. plasmoidmonkey himself was clad in his black and green SWT Warrior suit, with his whale-bone broadsword strapped to his back and his lancer rifle in his gloves.
“14:00 hours: time to move it, people.” plasmoidmonkey said over his headset.

JackSkratch paced around his camp, the campfires surrounded by clusters of ninjas. They were the cream of the crop, culled from the best the multitude of secret ninja villages had to offer. And of course, by GT Empire standards, they wore black, grey, or camo. There was not an orange jumpsuit to be seen. They were armed to the teeth: katanas, daggers, nunchaku, shuriken, trench knives, and the occasional sniper rifle, assassin’s blade, or zanbâto.
JackSkratch smiled. His personal army was finally ready. It had taken longer than most other GTers, but he had done it. Now all they needed was a QC attack. But, being so far away from plasmoidmonkey’s forces, they would be forced to wait until something happened closer to them.


The catacombs of Mordor were dark. This did not exactly bother Taivyx, as he was an assassin and enjoyed the extra stealth it gave him. The problem with them was that they were hot. The flows of lava that ran across the blackened surface of the country, and the noxious sulfuric stench that permeated every cubic inch of the place made things next to unbearable. That was the reason the catacombs were built in the first place: trying to live up on the surface was suicide.
Taivyx was bent over a holographic map of the world on his table. A tiny holographic pin was stuck in it, each one with little label as to whose forces were there. By pressing on a pin, the stats of their army would come up. This map led to his other problem: the QC would never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever attack Mordor. Period. Yes, he had seen some action when they attacked Happy Land: there were a record twenty-three GTers in that one battle, and yes the lava spumes and vclouds of brimstone were great for atmosphere, but still. It was dark, hot, and boring. And now Taivyx is going to reach through his computer and strangle me for giving him such a boring position.

Arc_Commander looked down over the rail at the sea of clone troopers below him. These were the Phase 4 Omega-ARC troopers, soldiers finer than the Kaminoans had ever imagined creating.
“As you undoubtedly know…” He addressed them. “A QC base has been discovered not far from here. plasmoidmonkey, being the closest to it, will lead the charge. You will follow him up as reinforcements. They will assuredly, if they are still fighting when we get there, put up a fierce resistance. Crush it. Your captains will give you further briefing. Dismissed.”
The ARCs filed out in perfect lines, their feet in perfect harmony, boarding the GTTTC (GameToast Troop Transport Cruiser) Buttkicker, ready to head to Antarctica.

“Checkmate” Hebes24 said as he beat Xavious in his fourth consecutive game of dejarik holochess. A hologram of the other GTer sat opposite him, looking genuinely ticked off.
“You’re cheating, I just know you’re cheating.”
“Nope.” The second hologram at the table, Hebes24’s AI, Hebes, butted in. “I’ve cross-referenced every play he’s made with the list of legal and illegal moves a total of twenty-seven times. You just suck at the game, Xavious.” He chuckled. Neither Hebes24 nor Xavious could help laughing along.
Their jovialness was interrupted by a loud klaxon horn, and a robotic voice booming. “QC attack fleet detected flying towards Texas, co-ordinates 67-00-12 and bearing south-west at .02 degrees. The following GTers must report for duty…”
The voice went through a short list of veteran names.
“That’s our cue.” Hebes24 said to Xavious. “I look forward to kicking your butt again at the victory party.” He saluted the other GTer. Xavious saluted back, and his hologram vanished. Hebes’s hologram disappeared as well, traveling through the computer network to log into Hebes24’s armor. The bounty hunter popped out the Ai chip and put it in his pocket. Then he ran out of the lounge.

Enjoy.

[Adjuntant_Reflex]

For the record,I can skin units,so technically im modding

[Taivyx]

*strangles plasmoidmonkey*

Otherwise, I quite like it

[EGG_GUTS]

Nice update in where everyone is Plasmoid.

[ARC_Commander]

That was awesome! Great job setting us up for more stories with that one, I really like it!

The interrogation part was funny. The Walrus Song is "I Am The Walrus" by The Beatles. Techno remixes can ruin just about anything.

[Hebes24]

Nice chapter. I like seeing what everyone's doing.

[lieutenantcoda]

what a long update......

stilll, very nice!

heh, interrogation with kindergarten shows, that hardly pops up but when it does it ALWAYS works!

[Adjuntant_Reflex]

Yup,interregations with Teletubbies or Barney are the most effective for psychological warfare

[RevanSithLord]

lol can't wait to see my guy integrated into the story. lol

If you feel like you gotta write out the full: RevanSithLord to feel more comfortable, go ahead. But nicknames could just be Rev' or something. Just wanted to let ya know.

I loved the interrogation part. Wet Noodle..... lol!!!

And yes, Adjuntant_Reflex, those are indeed horrid and effective methods for interrogating. I would know. I wrote a whole fiction series in the 6th grade of how I had a war between those very two things where Teletubbies and Barny had joined forces and formed a fascist government. Teletubbies were cloned to the billions armed with automatic toast hurling rifles, toaster-zookas, assisted by that vacuum thing as tanks or apcs, which I so proudly destroyed by letting those things suck in loads of composition B.

[Adjuntant_Reflex]

And yes, Adjuntant_Reflex, those are indeed horrid and effective methods for interrogating. I would know. I wrote a whole fiction series in the 6th grade of how I had a war between those very two things where Teletubbies and Barny had joined forces and formed a fascist government. Teletubbies were cloned to the billions armed with automatic toast hurling rifles, toaster-zookas, assisted by that vacuum thing as tanks or apcs, which I so proudly destroyed by letting those things suck in loads of composition B.

WTF were you smoking in 6th grade?!!!!

[ARC_Commander]

ROFL!

Post it on GT, pleeeease!

[JackSkratch]

And yes, Adjuntant_Reflex, those are indeed horrid and effective methods for interrogating. I would know. I wrote a whole fiction series in the 6th grade of how I had a war between those very two things where Teletubbies and Barny had joined forces and formed a fascist government. Teletubbies were cloned to the billions armed with automatic toast hurling rifles, toaster-zookas, assisted by that vacuum thing as tanks or apcs, which I so proudly destroyed by letting those things suck in loads of composition B.

WTF were you smoking in 6th grade?!!!!

He wasn't smoking anything. I saw it too.

*long drag*