| [Fan-Fic] Revolt |
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| Chapter 1: GOVERNMENT: The admins frantically called every mod and sentinel. It was November 30, 2013. They ran to the gigantic building known as Atelier 801. You could hear panic in each and every one of their voices. They could tell something was wrong. Some sprinted, wanting to find out the reason of the meeting as soon as possible. Others walked slowly, hiding meekly at the back of the crowd, not knowing what to expect. Within 15 minutes, the 200+ staff members were all seated in the main meeting room. Sydoline asked with a voice even smaller than usual, "Do you know why we've called you?" None of them, not even the vets like Barrydarsow or Chrisbeer, had the guts to speak. Meli gestured towards a movie screen positioned right in the center. A video slowly flickered on. It was worse than they expected. Transformice had had problems with protests for a long time. The community was constantly discontented and seemed to scream most of the time, "MORE, MORE, MORE!" Contrary to popular belief, they didn't do anything bad to the dissidents. The mice who claimed to be victims of corruption and whatnot had been caught harassing newbies into joining their rebel army. Somehow, someway, the rebels seemed to be winning. The video showed an empty room 1. None of them reacted at first, until they looked at the language the direction signs seemed to be in. It was in Portuguese. The BR server was almost empty, with only a few stragglers in racing and bootcamp. It showed similar sights in the English, Spanish, Turkish, and Russian servers. The same could be said for every server except the Filipino, Dutch, Japanese, French and Romanian servers. 20 servers had an empty room 1. It proceeded to show a crowded room *v. Oddly, *v wasn't filled with 4chan regulars. It was filled with 100+ mice. One of them, currently chosen by the room to be a shaman, seemed to explaining plans for... something. He went on and on about the incompetence and corruption of the devs and how they should fight back. The troubling thing was.... they were actually listening. The reason why these protests had failed before was because other mice usually struck it down immediately. But this time, they were listening. And they wanted change. ADVENTURERS: Fish had grown boring over the last 5 years. Tigrounette, the leader of our humble community, had left a long time ago. He seems to have just... disappeared. I honestly don't know what happened to him. I was a close friend of his. I've always been an adventurer. Besides, it gets boring exploring the same places underwater for 5 years. So, I've decided to leave Fish and find out where Tig went. Oh, forgot to introduce myself. My name is Mara. I'm a boy, not a girl. Hate it when people mix that up. Anyways, I'm currently trapped here in my subterranean home since I haven't found anyone who actually wants to go with me. Also, I want to celebrate my mom's birthday one more time. Just for old time's sake. It was nice talking to you guys! See you again.... sometime. REBELS: While normally, the /v/ regulars would be pretty annoyed at having over 100 randoms in their room, they let it slide this time. And with good reason. After 3 years of being held down, they would fight back. So many of the most respected forumers, players, and staff had been permabanned or demoted. And for what? "Cursing too much." "Didn't lock a thread quickly enough." "Was too mean." Everyone knew that wasn't it. It was suppression. And what did the players do to fight it? Nothing. Nada. Not one thing. For 3 years, they were constantly discriminated against. But this time, they wanted a voice. They wanted to actually have a say in things. They wanted to be free. And for once, it seemed like we were getting some sympathy. It actually seemed like people were listening. Starting today, there'd be change. But to get some change, we'll have to start a fight or two, right? Chapter 2 ADVENTURERS: So, I've finally found some people who want to go with me! Some of them are quite close friends of mine. Others... are complete strangers. But as long as I have some company, it's fine if I don't know them or not. Their names are Mae, Confuse, Ashendraker, Peakot and Apatosaurus. Mae's rather nice... but she's way too quiet. I've seen her around before, but I don't think I've ever heard her speak. Confuse is one of my best friends. He's also quiet but rather artistic. Also, he spaces out way too much. I'm also best friends with Ashen. He's cool and all, but he's too... secretive. He's able to control the currents. Also, there's this orange thing he can spawn... I can't tell what it is. But whenever he makes it appear, it suddenly feels like I'm being fried or something. His powers could be useful... but he scares me sometimes. Peak's one of those strangers I was talking about, but she's rather alive, to put it lightly. She's actually been past the borders of Fish. She also does all types of sports, and is even more adventurous than I am. Apato is also someone I haven't met before. He's this hippie person who is obsessed with green. I mean everything he wears is green. He's also quite calm and is a bit of an optimist. Anyways, we're all ready and set to go! We've got enough food rations for a week as well as extra clothes, first aid kits, extra clothes... you name it! I've just got to wait for my mom's birthday party to start... I'll miss her so much. I'm almost considering quitting and staying with her, but I've got to find Tigrounette! Besides, after this, I can go back and everything will go back to normal.... I hope. Chapter 3 REBELS: My name is Greatpudding. I quit supporting the government over a year ago. Why? One of my closest friends was Redditguy. He was a mentor to me. He introduced me to the world of Transformice and all its secrets. He showed me the point of staying in this rat race. He was my best friend. When he was around, this game was great. It seemed like everything had a point. Then one day, I heard something that made my world come crashing down. We were playing together in this room. Then, all of a sudden, he disappeared and this pink text appeared. [~Modération] Redditguy has been banned for 365 hours. Reason: Perma'd. You know why. While most of the others acted like nothing had happened, I was at a loss for words. I ran home before anyone could see my eyes watering up. When I arrived at my tribe house.. It was empty. I knew something was wrong because someone was always on idling in this tribe house. Even when I first joined this tribe and it barely had 10 members, there was always someone here. I looked everywhere. In the roof, on the balcony, in the basement. I even looked in the closet in case they were just pranking me. But nada. Not a single mouse was to be found. I checked my tablet to see if they were all just in different rooms playing. I was the only one on. I noticed something very odd while searching for my tribemates. It was a mess. We weren't exactly clean freaks but even for us, this was messy. It seemed like they just left or were... I didn't want to think about it. But I knew it was a possibility. They were kidnapped. For a long time, I just stayed there crying. I waited and waited for them, but they never came. Then, for the first time in what seemed to be weeks, I played. I met a mouse who looked like I did. Lost. Depressed. He was wearing a scarf, this top hat, and some glasses. I then realized something. He was from my tribe. He was the first mouse from Neospect I'd seen in a long time. I ran towards him as fast as I could and asked him, "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN AND WHAT HAPPENED?" He looked very shocked, then his eyes widened like the gears started turning in his head. "Pudding?" I frantically asked him what happened to tribe, where he was and so on. I learned that they were having a party which I seemed to miss. I always missed tribe parties. Chapter 4 REBELS: So, where was I? Oh yeah, Neospect's party. Migue was at the party, not really doing much. He went to the bathroom just for a couple minutes to... well, you should know. When he washed his hands and went out, none of them were there. He then saw something that made his heart stop. Bubbles. Everywhere. I later learned this happened around the time Reddit was banned. He looked for them everywhere, in the attic, in the basement. He even looked in the closets and ovens. But he couldn't find any of them. Devastated, he ran out and quit the tribe house and spent most of the month aimlessly wandering Transformice, right until he found me. We banded together and explored Transformice. I'll admit I only did it to capture the awe and wonder I experienced while going with Reddit, but no matter how much we tried, it just wasn't... there. It was all spoiled by the anger and depression we felt after our tribe had disappeared. So many questions were going on in the back of our head. Why were they banned? What did they do? They weren't exactly innocent, but they weren't trolls who only got pleasure from the misery of others. They were normal mice, just like you and I. One day, we heard about this great party going on at room reddit. Reddit parties on TFM were legendary and could reach in excess of 300+ mice. They also had minigames exclusive to that room. Not wanting to miss out on the fun, we embarked on a fantastical journey towards the wonderful realm of reddit. When I say 'fantastical journey', I mean hours and hours of walking with the occasional anvil god every half-hour. We finally realized that we were lost, and tried going back. Unfortunately, we ended up in the one room we never wanted to be. While reddit usually frowns on randoms like us, v kicks them out within a blink of an eye. Anticipating a quick trip to the chaos of *bad girls, we closed our eyes. But... nothing happened. We eventually opened our eyes and found ourselves face to face with this girl. Apparently, she was the only one in the room. She had this weird rainbow hair along with black eye shadow. She said, "Hey, are you guys from Neospect?" After a couple seconds of silence, she said, "Hey, I don't bite." We quietly nodded. She suddenly hugged us tightly. Definitely not what we were expecting. After a few more awkward seconds, he told us to come with her, and we did so reluctantly. After a couple more hours of walking, we found ourselves at this hill with a tiny dashboard. She pushed some buttons, causing a door to open. She said, "Welcome to The Four Cloves. Come in!" Things just became stranger. It was this bustling tribe house filled with a lot of equipment. She explained that this tribe wasn't really a tribe. It had been forcefully disbanded a couple months ago due to 'unlawful activities', whatever that meant. Well, I guess I could understand why the staff would do that. Their ultimate plan was to replace the staff with more just people. While it sounded radical, in my heart, I knew this had to be done. So, we joined and here I am writing this down in my diary. We took a few tests to see what department we'd be most skilled in. Migue is a pretty wordy guy, so he got placed in the Propaganda department. My job is a bit more interesting. Apparently, I'm great at combat, so they placed me in their version of the military. While I love the dual-wield pistols to death, they only give it to the top ranking members, so I'm stuck with this lousy battleaxe. It does fine and all, but I prefer bullets a lot more than swinging stuff. We just recently held meetings at room v. We've convinced so many more to join The Four Cloves and am getting ready for the final battle. I guess in a week, all our hard work will finally be worth it. Chapter 5 ADVENTURERS: We said our goodbyes today. My mother held her birthday party in her favorite map. It was one of the first constructed. She loved it because it seemed... perfect. It was a giant maze. It had mechanics which even now, no one could figure out. There were spinning platforms and walls which bounced you back. There were floating floors. It was the best adventure you could get in this monotonous place. She first held this race to see who could get to the exit first. My friend Mae won. For a wallflower, she is an extremely good racer. She got this extremely huge bowl of seaweed ice cream. I think it was larger than her head. Somehow, she managed to finish it within half an hour. After that, my mom revealed this eat-all-you-can buffet. Even when our stomachs should've exploded, we just kept on eating. Overall, it was one of the best parties I'd ever been at. And probably one of the last. I was chosen by my mom to give the closing speech. It didn't go on so well. "OK, so this is my closing speech. I'm actually kind of nervous. I've never spoken in front of this many people before. First, I wanna give a toast to my dad for gathering the money needed to hold this party!" I saw several of my father's friends high-five him. My father had such a wide smile on. "Also, I want to give a toast to everyone here for showing up." Everyone applauded raucously. It made me tear up. "But I need to get this out. I want everyone to know. Hello? HELLO?!" They suddenly turned silent. "Do you guys remember Tigrounette?" I could hear some murmuring, probably trying to figure out what the heck I was trying to say. "As many of you know, he was a rather close friend of mine... or better yet, a close friend of everyone. He was the founder of this land of ours." The tension was so sharp you could cut it with a knife. I was having trouble spitting it out. "I-I-I am leaving today to find him." Chapter 6 ADVENTURERS: Everyone became silent. No one could speak. My childhood friends held their heads in their hands. My mother cried in my father's shoulders. Others looked like they just saw a ghost. It was a nightmare. I went off the podium for a while. I tried comforting them and told them every lie from the book. "I'll come back." "It's for the best." "Don't cry, it's not like I'll be gone forever." The thing was I wasn't sure of anything I was saying. But I couldn't leave on a bad note. I introduced all my companions. Then, we went from table to table to talk to all the friends we would leave behind. All the former classmates, teachers, relatives, doctors, librarians, politicians, and shop owners got to talk to us at least for a minute just to say their last words to us. We revealed secrets, played games and even buried the hatchet with some former enemies. But there was still so much more to say. So much more to do. But there simply wasn’t enough time. The last people I spoke to were my parents. “Don’t leave”, my mother said. “Please change your mind.” “You can stay here. Tigrounette will come back by himself”, my father said. I just reassured them yet again and promised that I’d be back. They then hugged me for so long I thought that they were trying to make me stay here by force. Eventually, they let go and I waved goodbye to them for the last time. Peakot, being the only one to actually go outside the borders, became the leader of our group for the meanwhile. She explained that if we went far enough outside the borders of Fish, we’d go into different lands and become different beings. If we went too far south, we’d grow four limbs and walk on our hinds. We’d also be able to breath without water and would have smooth skin. We would find ourselves in this maze littered with bombs. If we went too far east, we’d start crawling and also find ourselves breathing without gills. We’d also grow this seaweed-like thing all over our body and have improved eyesight. There, it’s a battlefield in what appears to be a labyrinth of kitchens. If we went too far west, we’d become beings like the ones in the bomb-filled maze. But there’d be platforms that would suddenly appear. They’d disappear after a while. Also, every now and then an infection would start. No one ever found out what would happen if you go too far north, and since Peak had gone to every land without seeing Tig, north was the only option. After drifting for several hours across multiple deleted maps, we came across this hill. It was huge and seemed to extend for miles across both directions. The oddest thing was... it touched the sky. "Here it is", Peak announced. "There's something like this on all sides of Fish. Once you cross it, you enter a new land. Well, who goes first?" I went first. I went past the sky, expecting to start gasping for air any second but... I was still breathing normally. I looked down and noticed many things. There was brown seaweed-like... things all over me. I had also grown 5 times larger. My hearing had suddenly improved. Also, I grew these limbs with sharp stuff on the edges. But the most important thing I noticed was... there was no sea under me. There was this sign in the ancient language the elders spoke. POISSON Poisson c'est fini Il reviendra peut être un jour é_è I was frantic and started screaming when I literally saw Apato come out of the ground. "Apato, what DOES THIS MEAN!?!" He was shocked by how freaked out I sounded. He patted me on the back and said, "Dude, calm down. I know this language. The sign says... Fish is finished. It will be back one day. That last thing is an emoticon which looks like it's worried." I started hyperventilating. "Bu-but I said I would come back I can't leave them behind I'm supposed to come back to my mom and dad and everything will be OK and gosh please tell me this is a nightmare please please..." Mae, Conf, Peak, and Ashen walked past the ground and walked in on me having a mental breakdown. They looked down and just... stood there. Mae had gasped and was covering her mouth. Conf and Ashen were just standing there, gaping at the ground. Peak walked towards me and tried to explain. "It's not supposed to be like this. When I went to the other places, there was a sea. How come here... oh gosh." They tried to calm me down for around... 30 minutes? After I finally started to breathe normally, we looked around at our surroundings. It was so cold. The sky and ground was completely white. Peak explained to me that the white stuff on the ground was called snow. More of it was falling from the sky now. I exhaled and saw my breath come out as a puff. In the sky, there was this huge platform off in the north. It was floating, but there was this tube that protruded from it. It went all the way down to the ground. In the distance, there were multiple beings like us jumping around in the air. They were shouting and seemed to have fun when one of them pointed towards us and seemed to alert the others. They started running towards us at full speed. Mae said under her breath, "Oh shi-" |
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| Chapter 7 My name is Nicknamejk. I'm a descendant of one of the four shamans. And my name is Cryoid. I'm a descendant of one of the four ninjas. Now, where shall we begin... I'd start at the beginning, but it involves a ton of myths and folklore and all that junk. It bores me to death every time I try telling the story so Cry and I will just give a quick recap. OK so... back at the very beginning, when Transformice had first been established, there were many hackers and trolls. They still exist now, but the hackers are dealt with swiftly while the trolls are quickly... how shall we put it? Rehabilitated? Yeah. That's the word I'm looking for. So, 8 mice had decided to form a tribe called 'Shams and Ninjas'. Yeah I know, it's a boring tribe name. Anyways, they decided to look all over Transformice, knowing that they'd never be able to fight these hackers without some special help. Eventually, they found Melibelulle, one of the founders. She agreed to give them some special powers to aid them. Four of them were given the ability to fly and spawn fire and water... While four of them were given great agility and were able to control earth and air. Together, after this great battle which probably annihilated the original Transformice, as in this snowy wasteland we're in right now, we finally defeated the hackers... but this moronic mod banished us to stay here while they rebuild Transformice up there. Go figure. So... I don't think I have anything more to write in this journal for now. I have to admit it's a nifty gift our mom gave us. Are you kidding me? Nifty? She could've made us some toys and... wait, who are they? I'll be right back. OK, so that's it so far! Sorry for that wall of text @_@ I'm waiting for more people to join. I need five people for... well, I'm not saying yet. I'll just say that they're super imporant to the plot. Here's the form for joining! Name: Side: Gender: Clothing items: Personality: Others: (optional) I've recently edited this story and made it 100% less colorful. This was following some complaints about how the colors became an eyesore, so now (to make it simpler), there will be a simple notice saying which perspective this story is from. Except when otherwise stated... the adventurer's story is told from Mara's (my) perspective, rebels from Greatpudding's perspective, government's from Icanhasdonut's perspective, ninjas from Cryoid's perspective, shamans from Nicknamejk's perspective, and the family's from Gagamouz's perspective. I'll add a list of characters later. That's all for now! ^^ Please join and have fun reading the next couple of stories. |
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| mfw story about how horrible v mice are |
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| Name: Ilikedragons (Myself :3) Side: Uhm, a ninja I guess? Gender: Female Clothing items: Customized Twilight Sparkle hair, with the horn as a green laser and red and purple streaks, while the hair itself is pure black with a dark blue outline. She wears cheese earrings, and has a lollipop in her mouth most of the time. Her upper eyelid is pink with thick eyelashes. Her fur is the "nude" fur. Personality: If enraged, she WILL snap. No doubt about it. But if not enraged, well... she's pretty nice and polite, with the occasional growl. She's shy at times when surrounded by mice she doesn't know, but if challenged by these mice, she will stand her ground. She can be very stealthy at times, her footsteps never heard. Others: When in a particularly foul mood, she will go slightly insane and mutter about dragons. I hope more people join! :3 |
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| Amazing story, you do not know how much it pleases me to look at a fanfic story with perfect grammar and spelling and a good plot ; ; Name: Sourisplum Side: Shaman Gender: Male Clothing items: Ahhh I have a ref soon, the fur is hard to describe. But since this isn't visual art or anything, I'll just stick with the basics: (really just look at my avatar but in case I change it,,,, beret, clover, double earrings) Personality: Loves cannons, always quick to shoot, kill first, ask questions later type, rash, bold, always willing to fight Others: Uhhhmmmm....cannons? |
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Soakitup a dit : NO NO NOT LIKE THAT ;;;;;;;;;;;;; This story isn't meant to be about how bad the devs or v or reddit or anyone is. It seems like that but trust me it isn't. There'll be villains and heroes but they won't all be from one side. They'll be all over the place :D Also your avi is perfect for that post. EDIT: Besides, doesn't v usually kick out randoms anyways? Ilikedragons a dit : Sourisplum a dit : yayyyy. also thanks souris! |
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| Bump. I'll mention this. Ninjas are full! You can still join shamans, family, or government. |
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Maraoone a dit : ok, i see also yeah lol they do nice story btw :p |
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| Signing up please. Name: Bethdacat (me :P) Side: Shaman Gender: Female Clothing items: Ugly blue hair (customized to white), Santa Hat, Candy Cane in the ear, Rudolph Nose, Mascara (customized to blue), Wreath, White Fur, and the star tail item (customized to purple). Personality: always thinks before building, smart, intellegent, 1000+ saves, haves little fun at survivor. Others: Ummm, her feather's color is purple ;-; Also, I'm bad at signing up so you can do whatever you want with it :) |
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| SIGN UP. Name:Electrodrop (:U) Side:Shaman Gender:Female Clothing: Ponytail (Customized to mocha brown) Headphones (Customized to light brown with tan rings.) Shade glasses (Customized to mocha brown,A bit lighter than hair) Doughnut (Brown frosting) Gem tail charm (Customized same colors as headphones.) 3rd place fur design fur. The grey raccoon thing. And A tie (Same color as headphones.) Personality: Stealthy,A mouse who tries to lighten up mice when they are down.A skilled builder.She has A minty green regular feather.She is usually described as A entergetic mouse. |
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| can you please change the eye-soring colors and nice story |
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| Name: Lietfan Side: Family (I guess) Gender: Female Clothing: Blonde Hair(MLP looking hair normally rainbow) Headphones (red and white) and a diamond tail gem (same colors has headphones) Personality: Same has any other child(ren) who are well behaved Others: Is a daughter of family (if there is childrednnnnn...?) |
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| yayy story's still alive. also.. Morpmorp a dit : believe me, id love to but the story kinda relies on the colors. if text orientation becomes available here, ill try ^^ |
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| Nobody's spoken in this Fan-Fic for a loooooooooong time. T^T |
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| Didn't forget about this :D Chapter 8 My name is Gagamouz. I live in a small house in the Romanian server. I have a husband named Lietfan and three... is wonderful the right word? No.. maybe great? That's an overstatement.. I must be rambling on again. I have three children named Hamyu, Krissycookie, and Zzigzagg. There. Sorry about that. It's gotten so boring here in this server that I'm actually pretending to be interviewed by someone just to avoid leaping for the fences. We've been going through something I'd like to call The Divide. For a long time, Transformice was divided into 6 communities: EN, BR, TR, RU, ES and FR. Then, immigrants that spoke all types of languages started flowing in. After a while, it became difficult to find a room where all the users spoke one language. The administrators' solution was simple; make more communities. First came the Scandinavian and Chinese communities. Then, the Polish community came. Afterwards, the Dutch, Hungarian and Romanian communities came. Lastly, the Indonesian, Japanese, Filipino, and German communities came. They even had to divide the English community into two due to its size. The communities seemed good in theory. However, they were essentially useless. Mice still went to and from every server. On June 2013, we heard an announcement. We had no idea where it came from. Some of the more spiritualistic assumed that it was from the gods, while the more realistic, like me, assumed it was coming from hidden loudspeakers. My hearing is quite poor, so I asked my oldest, Hamyu, to tell me what she heard. Her face was pale. She could barely say the words. "...there-they'll.. shut down the bound- borders i-i-in.. 5 days." It was shocking to me because the Romanian server relied on tourism. It's not exactly poor, but not nearly as affluent as the French server. For the next 115 hours, utter chaos ensued. The schools were shut down for the week, so the kids were free to do anything they want. Foreigners flooded into our server and hiked in the mountains. The businesses were having the last field day they'd ever get. Some foreigners even decided to settle in here. Meanwhile, the Romanians were tanning in the Brazilian beaches, making snowmen in the Russian mountains, and visiting Atelier for the last time. 5 hours before the Divide, everyone started saying their final goodbyes to all their foreign friends. Some families I'd been friends with moved to the other servers. Half of our server was now consisted of people from other servers who loved vacationing here. Having just finished hiking in the Scandinavian server, I, along with the rest of my family, went to sleep. I woke up around 4 AM to get a glass of water. I noticed something odd while getting my water. There was a metallic rattling sound outside. It had been windy that night, but there wasn't any fence near their house. I looked outside, trying to find the source of the noise. I saw it immediately and dropped that glass, causing the glass to shatter and the water to seep into the soil. You see, they had somehow built a 20 foot fence made of razor wire. This fence stretched on as far as the eye could see. I just stood there in awe. Were we being quarantined? Is this permanent? Then I remembered what my child said. Soon, my neighbors woke up along with a Brazilian man who slept in. It was incredibly obvious that he didn't want to settle here. He cursed in Portuguese and then started shouting and punching the air in anger. Then, he started bolting for the fence. I wondered why all my neighbors were screaming and even fainting. I wish I never found out. As soon as he made contact with the fence, he shook violently but fell towards the fence. He screamed and contorted in so many different ways. When he finally fell, smoke rose from his body and I smelled burnt flesh. My children heard the ruckus and woke up, but I told them to sleep, hoping to spare them from any trauma. The next couple days saw a stagnation in business. We quickly became used to life post-divide. Now it was wake up, eat cheese, race and get more cheese, bring cheese home, eat cheese, and sleep. Rinse and repeat. On very rare occasions, we'd visit some of the more fun maps or go to the shop and buy clothes. My friends aren't sure on what to think about the politics. I personally don't care, but some are fiercely pro-government and say the Divide was for the welfare of others while others plan on joining this rebel group called... b? p? I forget its name, but I know it's a letter. Anyways, I have to go eat now and stop talking to imaginary voices in my head. I'm really starting to lose myself... |
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Maraoone a dit : Squeeee,I love it. I can't wait until the shamans are introduced ^ ^ |
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| Chapter 9 Icanhasdonut was an arb. He was one of less than 500 mice allowed to go to multiple servers. Of course, as an arb he was supposed to hide his identity, which proved to be incredibly difficult nowadays. He went to great lengths to make sure no one found out who he was. Simply getting a disguise was... I'm not allowed to say, but let's just say it involves amnesiacs and cloning. He had been sent on several missions across multiples servers. He even had to go to a place he called 'The Forbidden Land'. (He has never let anyone know what exactly this place is or what happened.) This time, he was in the Brazilian server, looking for hackers. At least, that was his excuse. The real reason he was there was because almost all the major servers had gone quiet. They were usually bustling with activity, so much that you could hear their chatter from a mile away. There didn't seem to be anything wrong. School was still going on and mice were still walking around. However, there was still something he found a bit out of place. He couldn't quite tell what it was, but he still felt uneasy. Suddenly, a small mouse came up to him. His ribs almost seemed to stick out of his chest like swords. It almost made him cry. He understood the viewpoint of the rebels and could see why they started this revolution. However, a job was a job. It seemed better this way. The rebels wanted to unite Transformice again, but Ica couldn't imagine that. He liked everything being orderly and peaceful. Also, the government had sent several squadrons to *v, the headquarters of Four Clovers. They'd all disappeared. He couldn't even guess what had happened to them? Were they prisoners? Killed? Deserters? It scared him thinking about the sheer number. 2,000 just gone. The mouse held out his hands, as if pleading for cheese. He practiced his rudimentary Portuguese and said, "Não, não queijo" while shaking his head. The mouse walked away dejectedly, hurting Ica even more. There were times he was just tempted to give it all up. But then he thought of the disappeared squadrons again and remembered why he was there in the first place: to bring back order. He didn't find or see anything for a couple minutes until he realized what that odd feeling was. The small mouse wasn't an orphan that was too weak to get cheese. He was a perfectly normal child that hadn't eaten in 2 days because there was almost no cheese anywhere. Even during the Divide, there was an abundance of cheese everywhere. Had the admins snapped and started starving everyone? He immediately used his teleporter and went back to Atelier. The building still managed to shock him, even now. It was the one building where metal was used. It took on any shape and form you wanted it to take. It was hard to explain, but it was like this: if you were a wildife lover, it would look like a forest populated by multiple species of flora and fauna. If you were a fan of the future, it would look like a post-modern building built by some ambitious mouse. If you were a fan of the more classic architecture, it would take on the form of the Parthenon, but with several levels. It took on any form you wanted it to take. For Ica, it was a giant version of the underwater landscape in an impossibly huge fishtank. Thankfully, it was an illusion or otherwise he'd get his beloved fedora wet. He entered the odd building and stepped inside the elevator, next to a mouse applying for a job. According to his nametag, his name was... Lololjkrofl. He took one look at the nametag and made a weird face, offending him. "Don't be rude! My parents had this great idea to have my COUSIN name me. Do you know..." Lol rambled on about his name while Ica phased him out for the remainder of the trip. He finally stepped out and went to his superior, Morkies. Morkies was the head of the arbs and considered by many in the building to be the next mod. He asked, "Ica, how was your trip to the Portuguese server? Any fights?" "No, it's worse." "What could be worse than what's been going on for the past week?" "Well... BR is starving." Ica proceeded to explain what he saw to Morkies, who looked more and more unsettled as Ica continued on with his story. When he was finally done, Morks scampered off without a word. Ica stood there, wondering why so much was going wrong. He didn't know much, but he knew this wasn't a normal day on the job. |
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| Chapter 10 I hate everything. Just everything. I swear if ONE MORE PERSON talks to me about BR and how they're starving, I think I might just kill someone. Why do we even have these journals? I mean, we don't even have decent weapons and I'm stuck with some idiotic hand axe when I could do some actual damage with a pistol but NOOOO they had to waste their money on these voice-activated journals. What use are these things anyways? To help us 'vent our feelings'? That's why therapists exist! Well... I guess it kinda helps. Still would've preferred a pistol. Since my friends are all off working in Propaganda or Recruitment, I'll just tell my story to this... thing. I had been talking with my friend Xinaug about how boring everything was when all of a sudden, the emergency alarm sounded off. The last time it did that was... well, when the Divide occurred, which was before I got here, when the Four Cloves was still a tribe and just forming its army, when my friends were still walking free, and before everything got screwed up. Of course, most of us were alarmed so we went up to the assembly room. Although, a few newbies had no idea what the alarm meant and talked to each other, unaware of their surroundings, until one of the superiors shouted at them. We then saw the superiors have some passionate argument about something, then they made this announcement. BR was one of the servers we had the most information about. Our Intelligence branch knew what every female in the community usually wore, which kid had the most potential, which village was loyalist and so on. They knew EVERYTHING about that server. There was this joke among us that there were more of our spies there than actual Brazilians. Anyways, news spread fast to us that BR was.. starving. There was absolutely no cheese. This had never happened, and it couldn't have been some accident. Cheese was in every map aside from tribe houses. The only suspect for us was the government. We were sent to the borders to look for any activity. Maybe we'd see some government clean-up or whatever. All we got were some kids coming up to the fence shouting what I guess "hungry" would be in Portuguese. I'd give them food, but the wires would probably incinerate any cheese that'd try to make its way across the borders. Also, we had to stay hidden, crouched in the bushes for hours. It was another type of torture, especially since there were tons of mice getting cheese near us. The pain in their eyes was almost unbearable and filled me with anger and vitriol. Anyways, gotta sleep now. Hopefully that situation in BR smooths out on its own. And I really hope I get to see some action. After all, what use is this hand axe if we never use it? |
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| Server? I thought it's community now. |
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| may i be in the story |