RPG Maker Story

Ok, well first, a kid is running through a forest, and all is fine and dandy. Then the kid runs through his village gates and heads home with his freshly picked batch of whatever food or wood, and sees his dad waiting outside for him. His dad is about 6 feet and is wearing a long, dark red, almost maroon colored cape, with a white shirt and white pants. The clothes have religious decorations, but they are unlike anything seen in the land. The boy then runs inside to see his mom, but when he gets inside he sees some men holding his mom and one is getting ready to slit her throat. The kid turns to run outside, when he runs into his father. The kid looks up and begs his dad to help out his mom, but the dad just smiles and whispers to the kid. Then, the kid stops crying and gives his dad a look, like "You Promise...". The dad walks up to the mom and starts to fondle her a little and the kid looks away, disgusted. Then the mom gets her head and a foot loose, and kicks the dad where it hurts and yells for the child to run. The child immediately bolts out the door and into the woods, while behind him, his mothers' screams are cut short. he runs deep into the woods and searches for the elder's house. Upon finding the elder's house, he discovers the body of an elderly man wearing a White Bishop's cloak stained with blood. The body is in a contorted position with his chest cavity torn open and the innards are thrown around the ground with no care as to where they were to land. The kid leaves there and wanders through the woods for weeks, then months, and then years. The kid is now a Man at the age of 31-38 and has taught himself to fight and hunt and do what he can to survive. He is not in the best shape of his life, but he is surviving. He would use the clothes of wanders to keep himself clothed. One day, a wizard is traveling through the woods, and before the man can attack, he paralyzes him. The man falls from a tree and hits the ground, and the wizard walks up to him and tells him, "You want to know the truth of your father, then meet me here!" The man is bewildered but before he can say anything, the wizard is gone. He looks at the map and realizes he is to meet this man at his old house.

So, from there you go through the game uncovering secrets about a cult your father belonged to, and that he welcomed another soul into his own body. This caused him to not be himself from time to time. When the man's father tried to leave the cult, they took out his soul and left the evil to control his body. The village elder was a result of the father trying to get the evil soul out, but the evil soul took control and killed the elder.

At the end of the game, you are supposed to ressurect your father and bring his good-hearted soul back into his own body. As you go through the ressurection process, you realize how things don't add up, there are still peices missing, but that only motivates your character to ressurect your father. Just as the ressurection is complete, your character realizes why there were so many missing peices to the puzzle that is your father; it was all a trap. Only the blood of a relative can ressurect someone and you father had hired a con artist to make you complete this task. As you are remembering the day that you ran away from your father, you remember the way your dad just whispered something to your mother's ear before you turned and ran. Your character is suddenly filled with a great hatered that gives your character an never-before-known ability: he was part (less than half) demonic slayer-type person and this race of people had amazing strength to combat the demons, which you are just about to do. So you fight your father, and if you win, you get a happy ending that shows the world peacefully under your watch. But, it you lose, your father kills you and drains the blood from your body. Your character's blood is fed to a vile mutant demon dog creature who thrives on the blood on demon slayers. Then the world is covered in a thick cloud of death, chaos, hatred, and betroyal.

It's not the best of stories, but something original (I think)! Enjoy!!!

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Heh, interesting, especially that whole "you need the blood of a native" part.

Wow, thanks! I made it up as I went along, but I come up with short stories all the time. Sometimes they're about movies i've just seen or recently seen, and sometimes they come from out of no where. I have many ideas, I just need to put them together into a sensible story, and *BAM* you got an E3 showstopper!

Okay here's a new story!

As thunder claps and rain pours from the sky, a man is slaughtered in front of his family. Elsewhere, a woman is raped repeatedly for weeks before she is killed. And still elsewhere, a child is left with no parents because of the abusive life they led. One man will stand up to the evil that plagues the continent, and that man is Kohaku! Kohaku is a young man who uses the weapons of demon origin and human origin alike. He uses spells and brute force to vanquish enemies. The only problem is, he isn't alive! Kohaku was born in a very rich part of town, where crime never happened. Crimes were told to the children to make them behave, and it did that very well. But, as often happens, stories are acted out, and the worst of all was the story of the Child Murder Crime. It happens like this:

Bad children who stay out too late, or disobey their parents, are attacked by a caped creature who steals their soul and dismembers the bodies. He is a mastermind who was never apprehended because his work is very skillful. He never leaves a trace of remains or evidence. So behave or you could be next.

...This was recreated to such great detail that the body was even shown off(with missing parts, but it was still identifiable) and words were carved into its flesh! The words read: Beware of the Caped Child Murderer! When the village discovered the body, it was immediately identified as Kohaku. He was pulled out of the tree the next day and buried. His soul couldn't just leave with his death unavenged, so he returned to his body and rose from the dead! With his new life, he created a disquise so no one could tell it was his lifeless body full of...well half-life. Not too long after, he discovered the identity of his killer, and tortured the victim om such gruesome ways, that Chinese Torture techniques looked like child's play. After the man was killed, he tried to go back to his gravesite for a peaceful afterlife, but found that he was not able to return, for his duty was not yet complete. He may have killed the murderer, but he was a mere puppet in a great web that is the world of the living, dead, and all that lies in between. He then learns that someone in a town a few hundred miles away would have an answer to his problems, so he started his travels. He fought many monsters, and found that he can "steal" techniques from fallen foes. He has to defeat many foes that use a certain technique before he can aquire it, though. He arrives in the village and has learned the techs of Cinder, Rockfall, and Soothing Winds. He keeps to the shadows, due to his appearance, and travels the city streets only at night. He is not there long, when he obtains information on a shape-shifting demon that can look like anyone or anything at anytime. Kohaku then decides to find out what this demon knows, and finds him at a poor man's house. No one expects the poor man to be a shape-shifter, it's the perfect disguise, right? Wrong. Kohaku sees through the disguise easily, and attacks. The fight is long, but Kohaku pulls through and vanquishes his enemy, and as the demon lies in pain on the floor, he chuckles, blood spurts from his mouth and he dies. Kohaku rips the soul from the body, but a ghostly figure appears and pulls the soul from Kohaku's hands. It thanks him, laughs, and disappears just as sudden as it had appeared.

Sorry, not finished yet, gotta get some sleep! G'night for now!

Mwuahahahaha Mahahaha Mwuahaha*cough cough* ^ahem^ Here's part 2!

As day comes, Kohaku hides from the eyes of the living. He decides to search farther still, and on his way to the next village, he comes across the figure he had met before, only now he was strewn on the groud for abou 15 feet. He had with him a container that looked like an old lamp, and inside was a glowing sphere. He quickly snatched up the container and opened it, and what came out was the soul of the monster he had just defeated in the previous town. He quickly devoured it and questioned the downed Soul Thief known to many as Death. Death explained that he was on his way to Hell's Gate and was attacked by a creature that feared nothing, yet shrank in fear when he heard a scream of some sort. Kohaku then takes what little energy Death had away, and devoured his soul as well. He continued on his journey, and some 3 days later he had to stop. He believed that he was tired, but thought to himself, "The dead never tires. What manner of trickery is this?" Not long after his struggle to figure out what was wrong with him, he went unconscious. When he awoke, he was on a wagon that was being taken somewhere. The wierd thing was that he was not in a cage or in any way mistreated. He sat up and turned to the driver to ask where he was headed, and the driver just knodded his head and replied, "Don't worry, Traveler, go ahead and get your rest!" Traveler?!? Could he not see that he was a corpse walking the Earth. He told the driver, "You see me as a living corpse, yet you still help me? Why? I don't understand any of this!" The driver laughed, "Living corpse? Ha, you must have taken a greater hit than I thought!" Kohaku brings his knees to his chest, and realized that he was wearing someone else's legs. He jumped, and to his surprise, the legs moved with him. He remembered that he could absorb powers of fallen adversaries, but even full demons? This he thought could come in handy. He reached up to grab the driver when he felt a sudden rush of energy that invigorated him. The driver convulsed and turned to look at Kohaku and was shocked to see that the passenger he had picked up was in fact a living corpse. Flesh hung from tears in the skin, and a foul odor came from the rotted thing of a man. Kohaku quickly grabbed the driver and sucked his soul from his body into Kohaku's hands, and then swallowed it in one gulp. He focused his mind and took the form of the driver, and drove the wagon all the way to the next town.

In the next town, he dropped the cart off at the local stable and went to gather information from townspeople. The townsfolk outside of his hometown knew much about the Child Murderer and of the monsters and demons that roamed the world freely. He found a great deal of information on Hell's Gate, The Mayor, and a demon who happens to be terrorizing the local women. You decide to offer your services to make some money to purchase weapons and armor to battle you foes. Not too long after posting your services up at the Jailhouse, Pub, and few other places, you are known throughout the entire town as a demon slayer. You do not like the title, because you yourself are something of a demon, but it gets you money and information on many things you couldn't have gotten before. You even get free armor and weapons from some people, and free wagons, food, and horses from others. You decide to question the Mayor about the demon, but when Kohaku approaches the house, he hears a conversation between a man and a voice too low to hear. Kohaku immediately breaks in and sees a shadow vanish, and the Mayor has a look of guilt on his face. He accuses you of being a spy and are grabbed by nearby guards, and thrown in the jailhouse. After a few days of waiting, the Sheriff leaks some valuable information to you. He informs you that one of the maids of the mayor overheard him talking to himself in his room. When she peaked in, she saw a shadowed figure disappear into thin air. When she told the Sheriff, he told her it was her imagination, but when she returned to the mansion, she was never heard from again. So Kohaku decides to sneak into the mayor's mansion, and the Sheriff tells you of a passage way that leads from the cell, to an underground route, to right outside the north wall of the mansion. Kohaku takes his advice to check back every few hours, incase some one came to see the "driver" he would indeed be in the cell. The Perfect alibis, should something go wrong. He exited the cell and passed through the underground route which was a tunnel high enough so he could walk. This was his greatest benefit, for now he could run, and since he is dead he will not fatigue. It takes him about 20 minutes to make it through the tunnel, and as he comes out of tunnel, he realizes why it was near impossible to find, it was covered by a bush. He looks at the wall and ponders how he should enter. Should be stalethy, like James Bond? Or should he go in there "balls out" and kill anything and everything he comes across. He starts to pace back and forth when he sees a light come from the corner of the wall and head in his direction. He starts to panic and decides to hide in his escape tunnel. Just as he slides into the tunnel and closes it, the light passes over it...and sees nothing. Kohaku decides to plan this out a little more and heads back to his cell. When he arrives, the Sheriff tells him that he had a visitor. A lady. Kohaku doesn't know of anyone outside of his town, so who could know him?

Find out in tomorrow's installment of "Untitled" (hows that for an original title?) See ya a little bit later maybe!

on topic: nice stories i guess ur a pretty good write

off topic: why the hell is ur font blue?

Hmm, wish I could write at ALL. Odd that he sucked up Death's soul.. I wonder what kinds of effects that would have?

I do wonder how that'd look in a game, though - that'd be one long introduction right there..

Tokill.ace: thanks for the compliment, and my font is blue because it is a nice color!
Bluecube: You can write something like no one else can...TUTORIALS!!! HAHA

If you decide to use any stories posted here, you have to make your own titles, sorry!
Also, if you use these stories put me in your credits!

And here is more:

He sits in his cell and ponders who it could be that had come to visit him, but no one came across his mind. After many hours of contemplating, he decided to rest up for his attack on the mansion tomorrow night.

He awoke to the sound of something banging on his cell bars. He looked up and saw a large hunched over dog-like demon that walked on it's hind legs. It was drooling and had disheveled fur down the spine of his back, the rest was a fleshy deteriorated tone and had something in his right hand. He swung with such force that whatever was in his hand had blown to peices when it hit the bars. Kohaku saw a large chunk of the bludgeoning device from the demon's hand roll towards him. Now he saw it clearly, the weapon wasn't a weapon at all, but the body of the sheriff being smashed all over the place. Kohaku decided to attack the demon, when he was stopped short by the bars. The demon squeezed the body and blood covered Kohaku from head to toe. The demon just left just as suddenly as Kohaku had awoken to the attack. He sat in his cell trying to figure out what that demon was, when the thought of the woman's visit forced itself into his thoughts. He sat in a ready-to-pounce position for the rest of the night. In the morning, some townsfolk were standing in the doorway of the jailhouse, afraid to enter for fear of ending up like the sheriff. Kohaku was shaken awake by two large burly men who decided to lead a mob against the small Kohaku. When Kohaku looked up at the men, he was struck in the face by the taller one. The other one then started to kick him. After being struck several times, he grabbed the leg of the shorter one and squeezed with all his might. The pant leg burned away first, then the skin started to melt and leave a stench that made many spectators regurgitate their breakfast. The skin on the leg was melted through and the muscle and other tissues were melted before the guy even hit the ground. Now the bone was being burnt through and the skin on either side of Kohaku's hand was starting to decay. Kohaku looked up and stared into the eyes of the man he was crippling, and after another 4 seconds, he was dead. The taller man grabbed his knife out of his boot and stapped Kohaku. Kohaku grabbed the hand holding the blade in his chest and the same thing started to happen here as happened to the other man's leg. Then the man let out a scream of pain and stumbled back. He looked at his hand and saw nothing but a stub of a wrist. Kohaku pulled out the knife by the hand still holding it and threw it to the ground. He knew why the demon attacked last night. To fool the people into thinking he had killed the sheriff so he would be killed. Kohaku started out of his cell, when a small child ran up to him with a wooden sword drawn. He started smacking him with it and Kohaku just reached down, grabbed the toy, and threw it behind him. The child started crying about his daddy and Kohaku kneeled down and whispered something into his ear. The boy stopped crying, down to a sniffle, and looked at Kohaku. Kohaku stood up and walked out the door, the crowd seperating as he approached. Kohaku decided to leave the village and continue his quest in the next village. He conjured up the form a traveler and headed straight for the bar. He entered and stood still in fear. The streets of the village were empty, and the bar had many beings in it, yet none were human. They were monsters who terrorized travelers. He was now wishing he had obtained more information on this town before barging in. A few monsters got up from the bar and started his way, looking for a fight. He quickly changed his form back into his original form, but the monsters didn't stop. In fact, more monsters got up from their seats and headed towards Kohaku. Using his original form was an even bigger mistake. When you slay Death, your name gets around monsters and demons quickly. He ran out the door and down the streets of the empty city, but he kept bumping into people. None of it made sense, one minute there was no one to be seen anywhere, but now he could hardly run, because the streets were packed with people, monsters, demons, orcs, half-breeds of all kinds, and anyother race you can think of. It seemed like more beings were just appearing because the streets were getting more crowded. Soon, he couldn't even move without knocking someone over. Everyone else seemed to be moving fine. He couldn't take the crowds, so he climbed up a nearby pole holding up a tent, and crawled onto the roof of the house next to the tent. Kohaku started running across the rooftops and jumping great distances, when suddenly he just stopped in mid air. He saw a shadowy figure start to form from out of nothing. He looked as the mist started to take shape. WHAT??? It couldn't be... He was dead...how is he alive...here...!?!?!?!?!?

Eh, I'm getting tired, so ill leave you with a cliff hanger tonight. Night all.

really nice keep it coming

really nice keep it coming

Nothing more to add, really..

Well long time no post! Here's part...ummm....I think 3, maybe 4, but whatever here's more to the story. I am going to try to finish it tonight!

"It can't be...you were killed...I saw you die, I...I sucked in your soul!!" The grim figure replied,"AAAhhhhh, or so you thought! That was merely a young ghoul I was training to take over for when I die! But you had to go and screw it up! I hope you are satisfied with yourself, and I can see you absorbed the power I gave him to practice with. M'Lord will not be pleased....Now I have to find someone else to follow in my steps....see you in hell, Kohaku!" As Kohaku watches the figure he thought he killed dissolve and leave, he shook his head and realized he was in the cuty where he was born. He looked around and noticed that he was held in a makeshift jail, but it was definately more durable than a normal cell. As he sat, contemplating his next move, he noticed that he was not in his hideous form, but in the form of a cloaked man with a wrag covering his face, and a long cape flowed behind him. He quickly spun around saw on the wall across the street from his prison, a poster of the caped child murderer wanted dead or alive. There was no reward, but who needed one, with the safety of future generations at stake. The sound of light footsteps filled his ears, and he decided to shapeshift into the wagon driver and as he did the person entered his room. In his hand the man had an odd looking glass shaped like an eye. The man held it up in front of his face. He dropped the lens and stumbled to the floor, in a panic. Kohaku demanded to know what he saw, the man just scuddled out of the room babbling about a monster in human skin. Kohaku began if there was anyway to fully covre up his evil identity. He jumped up and started pounding the wall, then he threw his back up against it and slid down sobbing at his definate misfortune. How long he sobbed, he doesn't know, but he fell asleep, and a deep sleep it was. He had started ti dream in the wonderous of ways. About his old life and how he was going to marry this local girl and have a family and strong kids and the sort. But then, He had nightmares, nightmares where he is hunting in a forest, and then is attacked by a knight. Kohaku recognizes the knight from pictures that his grandfather had. The knight was the one sent from the village to help the village with something, but he hadn't always paid attention to his grandfathers' stories. Just when kohaku started to reach up for the knight, it had brought its sword down onto Kohaku's left shoulder. Kohaku let out a clenched moan and looked up at the knight, but it wasn't his vision. He tried to speak, but instead attacked the knight. Every time he hit, hi didn't have a blade of any sort, but claws, as those of a wolf or other dog-like animal. He had to try to stop, but all attempts failed. Finally, after a long battle, the knight fell to his knees, and before Kohaku could stop himself, he grabbed the helmet of the knoght and tore it half off his enemies head. He saw the face of his enemy and thought about nothing, yet thought about everything at the same time. Many emotions ran through his mind. He felt so tired, yet he couldn't stop his hands from grabbing the head of the knight and ripping it from the shoulders ever so slowly, as to torment the knight. Every ligament, muscle, vein, artery, and bone was slowly pulled apart and each item gave a unique sound that would give just about anyone a sick stomach. The sounds echoed throughout the forest clearing, and when he couldn't completely sever the head from the body, he twisted and after 2 full twists it popped with the crack of dry wood suddenly giving way all at once. Kohaku quickly awoke and sat up, and ralized he wasn't in his own bed. He wasn't even in the prison anymore. He had a woman lying next to him, a woman he had never seen before. He got up and walked to the bucket of fresh drinking water they had brought in for the night, and soaked his face in the cool water. He stood there, standing, without moving a single muscle. Soon, the woman tapped his shoulder, and started nibbling on his ear. He slowly turned around and they started kissing, and he carried her up the stairs with her legs around his waist and back into the room. He layed her on the bed and started to crawl on top of her, shen she screamed at the top of her lungs. He closed his eyes and covered his ears. When he looked back at the girl, she looked like a diferent girl that he had known before this hellish journey started. It was the girl he was to marry, had he still been alive. He was still on top of her and she still screaming. Then he was thrown off with tremendous force. He look up and saw her older brother standing with a large brach in his grasp, under one arm and he was ready to swing again, when he lept at him and tore his jugular vein from the brother's neck. They had a stretchy, *sproing* noise before they snapped. Then he lunged at the girl he liked. He tackled her and was on top of her again. She was screaming and kicking, but his great strength was no match for the young girl. He tore her dress, and ripped away her panties. She screamed for mercy, but he didn't listen. Kohaku tried to resist, but found he had no control again. He thrust himself inside of her and start to continue with his business when she grabbed a stick nearby and stabbed it into his manhood when he pulled out. He screamed and she got up and tried to run, but a massive hairy hand grabbed her and threw her into a tree. He reached for a club that was held around his waist by a fur belt, raised it high abover his head, and brought it down on her fragile skull with such great force, that brains and skull peices went flying for a whole meter away. He awoke again, and this time he was inside the prison, and his body was full of sweat and he had a huge arm next to him. He jumped, not knowing who it belonged to, ahen he realized it was his. He looked at his body and he was wearing a large toga-like article of clothing made of wolf'f fur, with the head of the wolf on his head. He stood up and found he had grown rather tall, to a height of 10 feet and 4 inches. He had arms the size of tree trunks and a chest as broad as at least 3 1/2 feet. He looked around and balled his fist into a massive wad of flesh and bone and swung at the wall. The wall caved under the pressure, only the entire wall and some of the side walls even, were knocked out as well. He stepped over the rubble and headed for the forest, and changed back to his original form when he got there. He found his way to a cliff and ran as fast as he could towards it. He had made up his mind, he was going to kill himself, for he had killed everyone else he cared about. Just as he got to the edge, he stopped and just stared over it. He saw many sharp, jagged rocks below. and as he was looking he wondered what stopped him from jumpimg. He started back aways again and ran even faster than before and got to the edge again, but ouldn't jump. He couldn't figure out how to get himself to jump. His thoughts were cut short when he heard a bunch of screams and shouts coming from the forest. He tried to jump again, this time just straight off, but to no avail. He spun around and saw a huge group of people, wbout 30,000 all carrying torches and weapons, ready to kill him for reasons he doesn' even know. He tries with all his might and forces himself off the cliff with all his energy and started falling, falling...f a l l i n g.....f a l l i n g.....f a l l i n g....and falling still. He decided to fall head first to make sure he would die, and looked up(down) saw a spike get increasingly larger. He hadn't a second to think when it went through his right eye and the force of the fall sent the rest of his body into all different positions before exploding all over the place.

Elsewhere, In a dank, dark cavern structure, Death sits behind a figure quite large, with a cape, and had a magical crown that looked as though the creature had horns. His eyes glowed with an errie light, the color of blood. Death tells the figure, "It seems, your soul-devouring breed of demon needs more work, M'Lord! They all seem to have the problem of haveing the nightmares and dreams of the souls they devour!"
"Yes, that is a problem. But, there is something that did come as a surprise to me! He was able to resist my Mystic Hold spell. I was supposed to be able to control him like a puppet, but something went wrong. Maybe...maybe he was...no...no I REFUSE to believe it..."
"What is it, M'Lord? Something that plagues your mind with questions?
No...No, nothing at all! Get the next experiment ready for testing...."

Well, that's the end. Hope you enjoyed the story. Don't close this thread please, 'cause I still want to post more stories.

If anyone else would like to post stories, go ahead. I can't be the story behind every RPG made here.

Nice story... I took me awhile to read the whole
thing but very nice.

Nice story... I took me awhile to read the whole thing but very nice.

..And yes, before anyone asks, this is my brother.

Hmm...stories. OK then, start of "The Curse of the Octuple Poster":

In a galaxy far far away, there span a disk. Once round, constant belief had turned it flat.

They say belief is the strongest weapon man has. Without belief, nothing would exist. Belief grows into things, it creates things...it also squahses things. Take this world. The combined worlds of Zela. Once just the one round world. People had then started believing that the world was flat. How else would it spin in a curved orbit? Only plates or frisbees thrown at the correct angle fly in circles. Then the Slightly Silly Quintuple Poster had come along. He had persuaded people that the Disk was made up of 5 worlds. From then on, Zela had been 5 combined worlds. Not long after, the Slightly Silly Quintuple Poster was defeated. His forces dissipated, his influences disappeared, and a new person took his place - The Crazy Octuple Poster. He had unleashed his reign of terror upon the lands of Zela as soon as he recieved the power. Soon the 5 worlds became 8. 8 being the number of times he posted. No-one was allowed to count past 8. 8 being the number up to which people could count. No more, no less. 8. After a while, this crazy person took prisoner a scientist in octuple genetics. Aurvian. He forced this scientist to create the 8 Post-its. These became the crazy guys right-hand men. These 8 Post-its were also crazy. Some of the Octuple Posters, lunacy, had rubbed off on them. After time, these Post-its evolved into the perfect candidates for being crazy. They became...Scottish. They started to speak in Scottish, dress like the Scottish, even live like the Scottish. They also developed a fear of the Welsh...and a weird fear of staplers. Once the transformation was complete, The Crazy Octuple Poster started to send the Post-its on missions. They went around the worlds, causing havoc, and mentally scarring those who finally had the answer to the question: What is up a Scotsmans Kilt??? Then Aurvian escaped. He alone knew the secret of life. Or at least...he had. Lenny, The Crazy Octuple Poster had tortured it out of him. Now he no longer knew it, and he wanted to re-learn it. He had escaped. Lenny had sent the Post-its out on a mission to find him. They hadn't, and now they were returning to report to Lenny.

"The Eat Post-its signing in ser."
"So," Lenny strolled over to them, rubbing his hands together in imitation of a crazy guy, "Did you get him?"
"Well, yoo ken boss...we..."
"Spit i out man!"
"Well boss. We couldnae find im. We loooked everywaer."
"You mean to tell me, you looked around the whole of Zela, yet you coudn't find him?"
"You dunnit noo, ye big wally!" whispered Bill Post-it to his twin brother, Bored.
"Oh waily waily. We all in foo it noo!"
"Och noo..." The other Post-its groaned.
"This makes me mad."
"Och no boss. Ye dunnae unnerstand oos. We promise, we did loook. Everywaer!"
"The 8 Post-its looked everywhere, yet ould not find 1 man. The legendary 8 Post-its. 8 Scottish Madmen, could not find 1 man." Lenny's back was to the Post-its now. Suddenly he spun around: "Notyce, Bill, Bored, Pinn, Droorwing, Fliyer, Styki and, Fred. Attention!" The 8 instantly stood to attention. Lenny started pacing in front of them. "You have disappointed me dearly. I have put my trust in you for years, yet now you fail me. There is only one punishment for this." Lenny strolled away from the Post-its, and over to his desk. He pressed a button. A speaking tube fell down from the ceiling hit him on the head. He took the end with one hand, rubbing his head with the other, and spoke into it. "Minion No. 160943690976435800875563899865556343459-907896567325442545856967908089607764. Bring in...the PUNISHMENTS."

The Post-its started to shake.

"No. Please ser. No!"
A door in the wall opened, allowing entry to the occupants of the room on the other side.
"Och no! Not the staplers! Please ser! NO!"
"Forgit the staplers," another Post-it shrieked, "Loook behind them. Et's the Welsh!"
"Oh Waily!" the Welsh and the staplers moved aside, to show a third party. "WELSH STAPLERS! ROON!!!"


A hundred miles away, Bluecube rolled over in his sleep.

The rest of this great saga and the underlying plans can be found at the following address:

http://zelaron.com/forum/showthread.php?t=32848