Well, there's always been a very... You would say "Hot" girl in my class, named Christie, but everyone called her Snow. She is beautiful. I never had the guts to ask her out, but we did know each other. I started talking to her.. ALOT more recently. I tried not to flirt with her, but i couldn't help it.. I did every once and a while. At points, i would have to make an excuse to get away, since i was starting to get a boner or something else. I knew i loved her, and i HAD to ask her out. Soon. The amazing feel of a kiss had gotten too far away. So, i was hanging out at her apartment, just hanging out, playing some videogames with her... Friend stuff. We were both completely alone for the day, since her parents were out of town. Her cousin lived in the apartment two stories below her, so her parents thought it would be fine to leave her for a little. She was starting to get closer to me than ever now, and i knew it was the time to ask her out.

I sat down on the couch, right next to her. RIGHT next to her. I talked to her a little, and then i made my move. "Hey.. Snow? I just wanted to ask you something." I started to very slowly move my head towards her. "Yeah? What is it? You look worried about something." "I just wanted to ask you.." Moving my head in even closer and closer. "Do you want to.. go.." I hesitated for a second, before blurting it out. "Go get some coffee at the Barnie's This saturday?" "YES! YES i will!" She screamed at me before she jumped on me. She latched on to me, and shoved her tongue into my mouth. At first i resisted it, i was so suprised. But then i realized what was happening, and accepted it. She continued to kiss me and kiss.. And she pushed me down, so now she was laying on me. I pulled her down on me, and she kept kissing me.. And didn't stop.

It felt like hours before we stopped. I got up and looked at the cable box, and the whole thing lasted about four minutes. I turned the TV on and we just started to watch some shows.. But she started eyeing me again.

After the whole thing blew over, we both ended up sleeping on the couch, just hugging each other. (And no, not what you're thinking. Just both of us sleeping on the couch. And it's a big couch.)
We woke up after a few hours, and it was still 7:00. I got up and walked to the door to go home, before she stopped me again.. Hugging me. "I love you, i'll be back over tomorrow."

And yes, with my mom's new, later job and her parent's being out of town, i'm going to be able to come back over for three more days. Things are really starting to look up.

Chapter 1: The Litter

i peered around the corner, and dived behind the wall. There it was. I think it saw me. "If i'm gonna die, i'm going out with a bang." i meowed. i barrel rolled around the corner, and launched up at him. "Die, JJ!" i said, grabbing him by the ears. I hopped up on him, diging my claws into his earlobes. "BARK! BARK!.. whine!" He rolled over, kicking me off of him with his powerful hind feet. "You win this time!" i said, speeding off. he followed close behind. I ran into Sean, my owner. JJ attempted to stop himself, but his overgrown, dark claws slid against the shining, recently-polished floor.

CRASH!

Sean picked me up. "JJ! bad!" Sean said, pushing JJ away. "C'mon Chris, you aren't supposed to be out here right now. you'll get destroyed!" I looked down at my brown fur. Sean was right. I had many spots where my fur was slightly shaved from bites. the grey blotches that covered me had dots of red where i had gotten scratched. look at me. 7 months old, and i can't defeat a tiny little dachsund.

the door creaked open, as Sean lowered me to the loor and pushed me inside. He closed the door quickly, insuring i didn't escape again. Bailey, my sister, grazed her new claws against the door, creating a high pitched, unpleasant noise. i would never stoop to such low levels. It is the equivalent of humans begging for candy. I can make due. Midnight, my mother, lay on the floor. Her jet-black fur gleamed in the light. "Hello mot-"

I was thrown across the floor, falling on the ground hard and rolling over. My reflexes made me jump up and attack back. it spent Bailey half a week to heal that scratch on her nose.

"Hey Trigger!" i said, walking over to my older sister. (by 12 minutes, so what.) i came over to her, as she brushed me with her head. "hey Chris." she said back. "How's the cat food today?" i inquired. "Bland. i recommend food scraps from the table today. i heard the humans are making fish tonight. Tilapia, to be exact." she said, laying down. I could tell she had a sinister plan to escape.

I woke up about 11:00-ish. It was your average Saturday in Florida. i jogged into the kitchen and grapped a bowl, poured in some Cheerios, and went to grab the milk. i t was hot. that wasn't unusual in July, after all, but this felt hotter than normal. i checked the thermostat. "Well that's why," I sad, "the thermostat's on 75." turning down the knob, i went back to my cereal.

After i finished, i left the house, and began my morning jog. The neighborhood was starting to wake up, and the neighbor's dog started barking at me. "Go! Go!" I batted it away as it started to chase me. as dogs normally do, it didn't listen to any threats i made. i sped up, getting faster than the dog. The mutt continued to chase be for a few streets. Once we got to the intersection by the Kangaroo, it turned around. Since i was there, i decided to go grab a candy bar and a Propel. it was pretty damn hot.

"Hey! John!" i shouted, entering the store. John, the cashier, looked up at me. "Hey, Shawn. The usual Slim Jim and Propel, i'm guessing?" He winked at me. "Damn, have i made it such a usual routine?" I walked up to him, pulling a few bills out of my wallet.

"Nah, man, it's on the house. I got this." "It's ok, i have money, so i'll buy it. Plus, i think you'll get in trouble if you did." I put the money down on the table. He scanned the items. Unfortunately, I glaced at the Thermometer.

"Whoa, it's 94? that's pretty hot for this time of morning." I said. "You didn't hear? Some big volcano eruption or some shit caused a big heat wave. It'll be over in a few days."
"Cool... I think." I said, walking out of the automatic doors.

Big mistake.

WE ALL RAN as fast we could through the streets of the Portal. today; a day of all days; a mysterious group, known as 4chan browsed the portal, looking for the hiding submissions. think of the submissions as the Jews during the reign of Adolf Hitler. we hid as best as we could; most failed. thousands were slaughtered. others, tortured. they all summoned their own, horrible submissions that devastated the town. they were spam. spam, Twice as worse as the Star Syndicate and the Kitty Krew combined. all of the moderators and admins worked together in an attempt to destroy 4chan. they failed. Tom Fulp himself couldn't even control anything. he called for a secret meeting of all '06 users.

"Today has been a horrible day. we shall remember it as the 4chan massacre; hundreds have died. thousands were severely injured. if 4chan ever attempts to do this, or any other hostile website, again, we will need to be prepared. therefore, i have created this." he pulled out a small gun, which seemed to be an uzi. "this is a blam uzi. it is a weapon that will allow us to ban and delete on sight." Tom slowly walked over to Canas, pointed the gun at him, and pulled the trigger. Canas screamed... nothing happened. he opened his eyes. "The blam uzi will not have any effect on admins or moderators. yet everyone else can be killed." Tom walked off the stage. BRS walked up to the mic, and simply said one thing:
"we have issued a level 7 shock smilie and a level 2 muted smilie. everyone come with me, and stay quiet."

"Syria.. Syria..." distant voices rung through the field. Syria heard them all; she ignored them. she lay the baby in her hands down. "may you live peacefully." she whispered, pushing the baby across the river in front of it. Syria stood; tears dripped from her face. she dove into the bushes nearby, and began her trek home.
Three large, black horses trotted up to the river. they stopped, and a rider dropped off of one.
Kayne patted the horse on it's back, and brought a small sugarcube out of his pocket. he brought it up to the horse's mouth, and fed the sugar to it.
"Come, minions!" Kayne called. another two horses came forward, the riders dropping from them as well. "Syria is nowhere to be found." Kayne announced. the three riders left the scene.

two small, dark figures emerged from the woods. they ran down to the baby. "this baby.. Tis' be a human. it shall grow to be an enourmous 6 feet tall one day; twice as large as us." one said, picking the baby up.

Kayne charged down the alley. he jumped up, but his attempt failed. a net wrapped around him, bringing him down to the ground.
"Kayne, you brought this upon yourself. now, you must pay for your actions." Samus walked toward Kayne, kicking him over. "i told you, Kayne. you were to locate Syria and bring her back to me. you did not do so. there are consequences." Samus looked down at Kayne, and spit on him.
"You.. Bast-" Kayne screamed. a sword pierced his heart; Saumus's sword. blood spurted everywhere, and Kayne immediately stopped screaming. his head dropped; he was dead. Samus resheathed his sword, and walked off.

Erik and Trei walked down the leafy path. Erik held the baby in his arms. "Master Kahn! we bring a baby!" Trei called out. "But this baby... Tis' be a human." Trei said, taking the baby from Erik.
a small man, bushed with grey hair, came from a hut, located in the center of the village. "a human?! well, i guess we could possibly accept it here," Kahn announced, "but it would be quite dangerous." he picked the baby up, looking at it. "it's a beautiful little girl." he said.

Samus walked the path Kayne had traveled that night before. he stared through all possible hiding spots. Samus knew the fact that Syria was gone; still, he needed to find her. the bounty on her head was bigger than his- nearly 3 million. Samus stopped walking, staring at the river. he noticed something about that river, but he still couldn't quite put his finger on it. yet he saw something. something... Samus realized it; a small, leafy path lay across the river. "Haha!" he said, jumping in the river and splashing across. the path was tiny; Samus had to kneel to get through.

Kahn sliced a potato into multiple parts. he was preparing a large stew; it was for the celebration that was to happen the next day. it was for Talis, the young baby girl that mysteriously appeared yesterday. the baby had already become a part of the village. she had a name, a shelter, and a family. dipping the potatoes into the stew, Kahn stopped. Talis had fallen off of the couch again; she was having a blast jumping off of that thing.
he walked through to the next room. he picked Talis up, and took the baby out of the house, and into the Town Square. "i need to prepare. i'm bringing you over to Erik's house- i'm sure he isn't doing anything." Kahn was just about to knock on the door when he stopped. something disturbed him. a sound of leaves rustling.

Samus sighed. the path had gotten narrow and short; only a tiny person could walk through this! but still, he managed to get through by crawling. his arms crushed the leaves, making a noisy crackling sound. finally, he reahed an opening that was big enough for him to walk through. he stared in amazement. a gigantic golden gate stood in front of him. he walked up to it, and ginned. he had found her. he could sense her presence. her blood.
This.. was the village. the village of Dal.

3058

Jeremy pointed the 9mm caliber pistol straight forward. his hands dripped sweat and shook. he looked through the scope. everything seemed to be safe. Jeremy barrel rolled from behind the corner, immediately thrusting his pistol up, ready to fire at any hostiles.

Nothing.

Jeremy sighed. "The Coast is clear. I repeat, the coast is clear." he waved his hands toward his teammates. all three of them, Jason, Mark, and Sajji all creeped around the corner, guns ready. Mark switched his AK-47 to 3-round shot fire. Jeremy felt his sensor go off. "hostile approaching! take cover and aim." he whispered. Jeremy clicked a button and camoflauged himself. he quickly pulled the trigger, sending a bullet right through the hostile's head. it fell down, hitting the ground with a thud. "Eat hot lead, asshole." Jeremy said.

Sajji jumped from around the corner, joining Jeremy. Mark turned, walking down the hallway to guard. Sajji slowly moved around the corner, quickly jumping back, landing on the ground. "What?" Jeremy asked, helping his back onto his knees. Jeremy whispered, "Lots... of Hostiles..." Mark walked up to him. peeking around the corner, Jeremy threw a grenade into the room.

Silence.

The entire group went quiet, as they all watched in fear as the grenade popped across the ground, ripping apart, sending shrapnel and flames all over the room while killing all hostiles in a single fiery explosion. "J.... Jer..." Mark stumbled on his words. Jeremy turned around, and gasped.

a hostile sat in front of both Sajji and Mark, holding a pistol at Mark's face. another Hostile walked around the corner, cocked his shotgun, and pointed it at Sajji. the hostile with the shotgun waved it up at Jeremy. "drop the pistol." it said.

Jeremy stared in disbelief at the two hostiles that threatened him. their guns gleamed, as the shotgun was pointed at his face. quickly acting, he strafed leftward, jumping out of the way just in time to dodge a 10mm slug rushing past him. he jumped up, sumersaulting through the air, kicking the hostile pointing at Mark. it flew over, knocking itself out on the wall. Jeremy threw his gun upward, shooting the hostile in the face.

"let's go." Jeremy said, rounding the corner.
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2037

As the sun rose above the horizon, Jason yawned, tossing and turning in his bed. "fuck it. i can't sleep." he thought, jumping out of the top bunk. landing on the ground, he quickly grabbed the metal support as not to wake his dormmate. he creeped over to his laptop, grabbed it, and threw the laptop on his comforter, landing with a soft puff.

as he climbed the stair case, he opened up his laptop and logged onto Newgrounds.com. the format had changed again. that was three times this month! "Tim Fulp (son of Tom Fulp, original creator) is really exited about running the site," Jason thought.

the door suddnely opened. Jason flinched, dropping his laptop as he fell off his bunk. he landed flat on his face. "damn you.. what are you doing awake, Rick?" Jason rose to his feet.
"i was about to ask you the same thing." Rick said, grinning.
"i was about to ask you to shut the hell up," said Dante, getting up out of bed.

"so what ARE you doing here, Rick?" asked Jason, rubbing the back of his neck in pain.
"there's a party over in the South Wing. Dorm 412," Rick said, "So i wasjust wondering if you wanted to come."
"couldn't hurt... can't sleep anyway." Jason nodded, looking for Dante's approval.
"sure. what the hell." Dante stepped toward the doorway. "Let's go."

Jason rolled over in his sleep, awakening. staring, he listened to the pitter-patter of the rain on the window. Christie poked at him. "Jason, c'mon.. get up."
"I don't want to... later." he replied with a moan. hristie poked him again. "ahh.. nevermind. i'm not getting you to get up. just in case you cared, we're about 3 hours from amherste." Christie yawned, laying down as well.

Ashes danced in the sky, as the smoke climbed into the heavens. the fire was warm, toasty, and comfortable. Jason sat on a log, sipping lukewarm cocoa. Christie leaned on his shoulder. Aaroun, their guide, waved his hands over the fire. Jason heard something. a faint sound of leaves crushing. ignoring it, Jason kissed Christie on head and drifted asleep.

Jason' eyes slowly opened. his sleep had been disturbed by the sound of intense growling. a chewing sound also came. Jason stared.

Wolves.

Jason gasped. slowly unsheathing his sword, he set Christie down and creeped along the grass.
then Jason made a bad mistake. he went right by Aaroun, not noticing he grazed his fingers along Aaroun's cheek. Aaroun jumped up and yelped. th wolves turned to Jason.

"Ahh.. shit."

a wolf charged at Jason, knocking him down. pulling his sowrd to his chest, he blocked a claw coming straight at him. forcing it back, he threw the wolf off of him. Jason quickly spun around, facing the other one. it jumped behind him. quickly shifting around, he sliced the wolf on the face, leaving it a gash. it fell down dead. Jason looked where the other one was but it had run away.

Christie's eyes opened. she stared at Jason. she smiled. "what just happened?" she asked, slowly standing up. Jason stared down at the dead wolf. he chuckled.

"i just caught dinner."

fires crackled in the distance. screams shot through the city higher-pitched than the highest volume level on the stereo. Jason, your average 14-year aged teenager, leaned against a wall, which was completely destroyed and covered with graffiti. looking out at the streets, Jason saw the dead bodies of the hundreds of civilians in the city. pulling his hoodie over his head, he ducked into an alleyway, hiding from a gangster that approached. a drop of sweat dripped from his neck. "One bullet." he whispered to himself, razing a 44-caliber pistol to his chest, aiming it at the gangster.

BAM!

even though the gunshot was quiet, Jason rushed through a maze of alleyways, making sure not to be seen. he heard footsteps in the background. "Damn, they already found him? they're getting better at this." Jason though to himself, turning into a library. he grabbed one of the shelves and climbed. he couldn't risk using the ladder- if they came in, they would easily find him. lifting a tile off the roof, he revealed a secret passageway. hopping inside, he closed the opening.

a door sat at the end of the dark tunnel. scanning his hand on a small metal disc, the door opened. Jason walked inside, revealing an entire city.
as he proceeded across the sidewalk, he whistled a tune. the many civilians he passed looked at him in disgust. some of them even said something, like "Shutup, kid." in the harshest voice they could get. pulling out his pistol, the civilians suddenly returned to their normal state. coming to a large building, he took out a card. pressing it against another small disc, he walked into the gun shop.

"Hey Jack, i need some new equipment." Jason announced, slapping his gun down on the table. "i want an SMG this time. please make it a better quality this time, Jack. you OWE me."
Jack, the clerk, gave Jason an angry look, then smiled. an evil smile. Jason imagined horns on his head and a trident in his slightly-balled-up fist, chuckling as Jack got an SMG from the counter. tossing it over to Jason, he said, "best quality here." Jason frowned."it sucks." he said. and it was true. the SMG was rusty and uncomfortable. the paint peeled.

exiting back to the tunnel outside the city, he slid the tile inside the path. he gasped, watching as a mob searched the library. one looked up the ladder. many sat on bookcases, scouting the area. one pointed somewhere and yelled. then he realized something. it was pointed at him.

"let's test you out." he said, pulling the gun up the his shoulders.

several bullets flung through the air, most of which aimed at Jason. he had an advanage, since he duck back into safety. a man in a janitors outfit ducked behind a bookcase. "Shit!" he thought. but then he got an idea. Jason aimed his SMG toward the lights. shooting the strings that held up the light, it fell down, crushing the bookcase as it went. the remains tumbled against the other ones, knocking them over too. taking a hand grenade out of his jacket, he threw it in the room, just before it exploded. lights crashed down on people, remaining bookcases crushed them, and people got burned. jumping out of the tunnel, Jason threw the tile back into place and collapsed on the top of the bookcase. realizing that he should get out of there before more gangsters came, he crashed through the window. jumping in an abandoned car, he threw it into 3rd gear and slammed the pedal down. a few black cars came from the distance. a few gangsters ducked out, carrying a variety of weapons.

flooring the brake, he quickly jammed the wheel over to the left, spinning the car around. pulling an AK-47 out of the compartment, he aimed it out the window and shot. emptying at least three rounds on the cars, he heard an explosion. putting the car back into 4th, he drove off. stopping the car a few miles ahead, he threw the door open and sneaked into a huge building, about as tall than the empire state building. probably because it was.

heading into an elevator, he pressed a button heading to the 23rd floor. the elevator started to rise. although it only rose two floors. he banged on the door. it was stuck! trying not to panic, he pulled his pistol out and shot the light, before kicking it through, jumping up into the opening, he grabbed the rope. but then, the elevator started up again. but this time he heard voices a few floors up. Jason started to climb. fast. after the elevator stopped an continued to rise, Jason shot the rope. the elevator propelled downward. climbing up again, he heard a crash at the bottom of the shaft, before kicking the door in.

"i've been expecting you." a voice came from the room.
"Bill, stop trying to scare me." jason shook his head.
a man sat in a chair. "so, what mission you got for me?" he asked.
"Well, Jason, it's time you go bigtime. this guy... uh... Sam.. wants you to kill a few people." he said.
"what people?" Jason asked.
"a few gamblers." he said.
"that doesnt sound so bad." Jason gave bill a confused look.
"well, they DO have 1,000,000 bucks on each of their heads." Bill said.

...........

Jason stood in a dark alley. he had no idea how to get to those gamblers. walking deeper inside, he quickly found himself lost in the darkness. feeling his way through the pitch black, Jason felt a doorknob. Opening it, he stepped into a dark room. a dim light flickered in the middle of the room. heading through a passageway, he entered a long, slender hallway with doors on each side. looking into a room on the left through a window, he saw a group of people. they seemed to be dead, but he didn't know. obviously, these weren't the gamblers. walking down the dark hallway, he found a twin door. entering a more brightly lighted room, Jason realized he was in a diner. people scattered throughout the room. unfortunately, they spotted him. pulling out his SMG, he shot at the people that ran out of the room. soon, he had killed about 7 of the 10. chasing the rest down another hallway, two ducked into another room. throwing a grenade inside, he paid no attention and kept after the last. trailing behind, he lost the last gambler around the corner. exiting through a door with an exit sign hanging over it, he sighed. "Damnit." he said to himself as he hopped into a car. driving down the dead-body-infested street, Jason saw something in his rearview mirror.

Black cars.

"SHIT!" he screamed as he came to a thrusting stop, kicking the car into 5th gear and rounded a corner. hearing shots behind him, he ditched the car right around the corner and jumped into an alley. running as fast as possible, Jason lost the cars. safe... for now.

putting his SMG into a discrete fold into his jacket, he entered the library. along the way, Jason had come across many black cars, most of which looking for him. quietly going through the passageway, everything went fine as Jason entered the new elevator in bill's place and went upward. no voices. no stopping. but then, he entered bill's room and looked at bill's chair. it had spun around, so that bill was facing the windows. Jason walked over to the chair flipped it around, and gasped.

Bill was dead.
Jason screamed lowly. he spotted a paper on the desk with a knife in it. looking at it, Jason read the note.
"You've gone too far this time, jason. i know everyting about you. if you wish to survive, unlike your little friend here, come to the jefferson Buiding at 4:00 tomorrow, or the girl gets it."

What girl? Jason didn't understand. but he still had to save her-whoever she was. even though Jason had no relationship with her, he wouldn't risk letting an innocent person die.
jason shifted around and ran to the elevator. something was amiss here.

gunshots. coming from the lower floors. the elevator started to lower. "SHIT!" Jason yelled. running over to the desk, he ducked behind it. he sat there for a minute or so before the elevator opened up. a few people cam inside. catching a look, Jason realized that they were in very high-tech gear, and were pretty muscly as well. jason didn't stand a chance against these guys!

a man came over to the desk. Jason quickly grabbed him, launched out of the desk, and used the man as a human shield. as an instant result, they shot him, emptying at least four cartriges of bullets into him. throwing the man forward, Jason lunged toward the second and thre it at the third one. since they were all of occupied, Jason took the advantage.

CRASH!

the third man got up. "whare did he go?" he asked, looking at the hole in the window.
the second an said to him, "don't worry. he just jumped off of the 23rd floor. he'll never survive."

or did he? had really really died? or had he even jumped out of thw widnow in the first place? did his keys just HAPPEN to fall out of his pocket, with enough velocity to break the window? or had he ducked behind another counter, ready for battle?
if you guessed this, you are correct.

Jason shot up and began shooting. the third man died in an instant. Jason ducked into the elevator. not hesitating, he kicked out the light the oment they rushed in. he cut the line, sending the elevator down the shaft.

Time for a ride.

Jason dropped down to the elevator, clenching his fists on the hole as not to fly off. regaining his balance, Jason jumped off, kicking out the door of the eighth floor. jumping in, he immeadiately started shooting. tearing apart desks, destroying file cabinets, and killing three people.
Jason picked up the phone and dialed a number.
"Hey Rick.... I need a ride."
Jason sat in the passenger seat of Rick's convertable. Rick Turned to him. "Jason, you crazy bastard, you could've gotten your ass killed back there." Rick said.

Jason grinned. "Thanks."
"So where are we going, anyway?" Rick asked.
"The Marbel Hotel." Jason returned.
That night's sleep was long and plentiful. Jason felt great, since there were no death threats for people he didn't know.

Jason woke up. he had to get to Jefferson Building. Now.
Jason ran across the path, dim-lit from the canopy of trees above. Jason checked his watch. it was already 3:52! "I guess i shouldn't have bought a coffee before i went." Jason chuckled to himself. He rounded a corner, coming to a bright building. he still had three minutes, but that never really meant anything, did it?
He slammed the door opened and entered. nothing was there. "Back lot." Jason thought, sprinting through the many hallways between the front lobby and the parking lot. He finally came to a huge door, covered with many warnings, stickers, graffiti, everything. Not paying attention, Jason slammed open the door. he heard a young girl's cry in the distance. wait.. was that.. christie? Jason and her had been in a relationship for a long time.
Jason looked around a corner. he screamed.

"TANK!"
a gigantic blast came right at him. dodging it, he shimmied over to a nearby wall and pulled out a grenade. he only had one shot. as the the tank blasted another shot, Jason rolled out of the way, pulled the pin out, and threw with all his might.

The tank ripped apart in a fiery explosion, sending shrapnel and big pieces of metal all over. after the smoke cleared, he heard hoarse laughter. A figure appraoched him. Jason quickly realized him.
It was the escaped Gambler.

"You!" Jason yelled at him.
"i have a name you know." The gambler said. "allow me to introduce myself. i am John Caddin."
"You won't be for long." Jason grinned. John burst out in a full-out sprint and disappeared into the nearby woods. "Ah... Screw it. he isn't even worth the chase." Jason said, approaching the cage christie was in. using his AK-47 to shoot the lock, he opened the door and got her out.
"dont worry, it's alright. now come on, let's get you home."

It was your average day in Brazil. the day was hot and the sky was cloudless. Yet despite the heat, everyone was gathered in one place- The Amazon jungle. right now you might be thinking that most people wouldnt be in the amazon jungle right now. but, there was one event that was probably the best sport out there. and that sport would have to be swamp racing! all around the world, 20 people race against each other in the hottest, driest, and oddest enviroments. roughly 10,000 people sat in the huge bleachers surrounding the track, which was also very big. two spectators named Tom and Wade sat in a special booth.
Tom: It's a great day for swamp racing now isnt it, Wade?
wade: yes it is Tom! our challengers will be racing around the 3-mile track, while facing the obstacles of the track. personally Tom, i think that the hardest part our racers will face is the shicane of turns 13 and 14A.
Tom: well the racers are lining up.... and....

BOOM! a large sound came from the booth at a painful pitch as the racers set off. i was one of those racers. all of the racers- Psychojunglecat, Monocrom, veryProudOfYa, liljim, dr34m3r, paradox, Shrapnel, mightypotato, JadeTheAssassin, Demean, verycoolguy, TheMooseWhoLived, Wiliiwowza, cookie-monsta1, benjadaninja, Dugh, Pistol186, Neosoviet, DarkRedflame and I immediately sped off at an amazing speed. in 9th place, i would have to try as hard as i could to get to Willi. liljim came up on me, taunting me as he went. i quickly swerved over near him, playing a little chicken. he ducked behind me, crashing into Jade. i came up on Monocrom, playing a few games with him before finally pulling ahead of him. 7th already. Neosoviet sat about 200 ft. away from me, trying to keep up. kicking my dirtbike into high gear, i came up to him and punched him in the face. falling off his bike, i kicked it out of the way to stop TheMooseWholived form coming up on me. Dugh was next. "this is going to be easy." i thought, grabbing a stick as i went by. pulling up next to Dugh, i threw the stick in his chain. it borke off, sending Dugh and his bike crashing off of the road. coming around the the shicane wade was talking about, i bumped into Pistol186 and sent him flying off of the track as well. leaning forward and kicking my bike into a higher gear, i came close enough to paradox to quikly frog him and pull forward. Willi, now in third place, was already right next to me. playing a card of his own, he bonked me on the head with a monkey wrench. bringing some brass knuckles up to his face, i knocked him off his bike. i easily took Demean out by sticking a paper bag on his head. Dr34m3r was in 1st. pulling forward again, i came up on Dr34m3r's tail. the finish line was right up ahead. coming upcloser, i activated my nitrous, speeding me ahead of him, right across the finish line.

"this is going to be a promising career."
"So, whats it like to be a "professional rider?" Dr34m3r walked up behind me. "i don't really know. after, i'm not one yet. you know this is only my third race."
"well that doesnt matter now. let's go celebrate- how 'bout some lunch on me?" he offered.
"i don't know, i would rather eat from a plate then on you.." i kidded.
"just come on, theres a new pizza place that my brother's opening up. it would be pretty nice, considering i'd get it for free."
"free?" i asked.
"he owes me twenty bucks for some free tickets to the race." Dr34m3r beamed his bright smile.
for a kid that's only 18, Dr34m3r's brother could sure cook. the pizza was pretty nice, but i needed some more curst-dipping sauce. "i need some more garlic sauce." i said, getting up and walking over to the emplyees room. openeing up the door, i quickly grabbed some and sat back down.

After finishing up, we left and were heading toward the car when all of a sudden, my phone rings. answering it, i ask "hello?"
"Hey, it's Roger. i got a job for you."
"i just finished eating, can't it wait?"
"oh no, baby. we just got a deal from this kid named Milesaway13. he says that he wants to star a newbie in his race. but get this, he's willing to pay a million to the winner!"
"wow, thats amazing. where am i going THIS time?"
"you dont need to know. just get on flight 375 in the morning. 5:00 sharp, no later or earlier."
"but Roger! what am I-" the other side went blank.
"ahh.. great!" i screamed.
"What is it?" Dr34m3r asked.
"Nothing. it's just that i gotta go meet some guy named Milesaway13. another race! already!" \
"wow, that's pretty tough." Dr34m3r said.
"and not only that, but i gotta be up at 5:00 in the morning!"

It turned out i was going to go race in Costa Rica's zipline track. the audience would be sitting in the Zipline tour track, over 1000 feet above us! (i was getting pretty bored even though i was excited, because the in-flihgt movie sucked ass.) arriving at 7:00 AM, i immediately spotted Roger. i was pretty popular in this country, and a few hundred dollars can make your life luxurious. in fact, i rode in a limo so long it could fit every single one of my fans in it. then, i met Milesaway13. he looked about 15, maybe even 13. "Hey! how's it going?" he asked when we pulled up.
"pretty young," i whispered to Roger when we got out.
"so, you're the kid that's gonna be hosting this race?" i asked him. "You're Milesaway13?" "yep!" he replied. "listen, don't comment on his age. you dont want to get on his bad side." Roger warned me in a low voice.

it looks like Monocrom had been invited too. i saw him sitting at the edge of the track when i came around the track. "What are you doing here?" i asked him. "well, i was just studying the track."
"not on the track, but just here." i added. "oh, my great-aunt Libby was best friends with this kid's father, so i got a free invitation." he said back. "in case you didn't know, this is a lap knockout race."

i said to him back with a large grin, "right up my alley."

Monocrom, Dr34m3r, ape4, and I all lined up at the starting point. Pistol186 walked up, holding a revolver. holding it up in the air, he quickly went over the rules. "alright guys, i want a clean game. no cheating. but, this IS combat racing, so there are loopholes. Now, this is a knockout race, so last person to finish every round is out."

CRACK! the signal rung through the air. activating my afterburner, I sped off, quickly follwed by Monocrom. ape sat at the back, and Dr34m3r in third. i stood up and flipped backward, landing on Monocrom. i lunged off, grabbing my bike again. Dr34m3r swerved around Monocrom's bike, causing ape to flinch and fall off his bike. i switched off my afterburner, and stalled. waiting for a second, i flicked my afterburner on and twisted to the right. i slammed down the nitrous switch, spinning my bike around in a circle as i kept moving along the track. taking this advantage, i slammed down my turret, creating a barrage of bullets. passing over the finishing line, i reset my bike and and turned the first turn. Dr34m3r rolled across the finish line, as his bike slid behind him. Monocrom swooshed past as well, swerving past dr34m3r who had just gotten back on his bike.

"sorry ape," i chuckled to myself, "but that wasn't good enough."

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The Rain Never Stops
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Jason walked down the path. hThere was a storm coming. he needed to get to a hotel, not to mention he had been walking for weeks. As he walked into the city of Amhuerst, the light rain shifted to an absolute downpour. talk about weather problems. jason walked down a street, which was a bit crowded for night. Someone might know where to get a hotel until this rain stops. He asked a nearby civilian, looking in his 40's. the conversation went like this:
Jason: hello sir, do you know where i could go until this storm blows over?
????: i dont think there are any houses for sale. *chuckles*
Jason: What?
????: dont you know anything about this city? the sun hasn't shined since i was a young lad. about.. 29 years.
Jason (now annoyed): yeah, like it's been raining for 29 years.

The man had vanished. jason looked around wildly for him. for an old guy, he could sure move fast. jason kept searching, asking random civilains where he could stay. Jason finally found a place, called "the Marbel Hotel". he walked in and ordered a room. the stay was amazingly cheap.

after a good night's sleep, jason woke up to breakfast in bed. this was exactly what meal he loved! He gobbled it down like a starving raccoon would eata fresh-baked pie. sitting on the tray was his bill.
"3 bucks!" jason yelled. this was amazingly cheap. A loud thunderbolt came from outside. it was still raining. walking outside, jason realized it was just as bad as before. he had to stay indoors, so he went to the local arcade. there was only one game there, unfortunately. Jason just loved this game though. he played andplayed, until he finally took a look at his watch. 6:00!!! Jason burst out of the door, only to be greeted by more rain, the exact same as before.

as the days advanced, the town got better, yet the rain still stayed. the old man was right. it had been raining for a week and a half. he had to stop this rain, it would make this old town so much better. it would be.. perfect. after reading a few hundred ibrabry books, the rain apparently came from the "Thunder God", who lived at the Thunder temple, located on the highest mountain of Amhuerst. he bought new gear, and was ready to go the next day.
the climb up was long and weary. after about halfway up, one of Jason's pickaxe's broke, leaving him with only one. after finally scaling the mountain, Jason stumbled upon the largest temple he had ever seen. a golden thunderbolt sign above the temple glowed as the door opened. everything was so nice and bright, like it was welcoming him. as soon as he went into the main room, he heard a voice.
????: i told you not to mes with this city's history, boy!
Jason:who is this? is this the thunder god?
Thunder God: yes, i am the legendary thunder god.
Jason: then how did you warn me?
40-year-old man: do you recgnize me NOW?
Jason: that was you! you were the old man!
Thunder God: thats right. i told you that this rain has been going on since i was a little boy. my father was the previous thunder God. he passed his powers on to me when i died. although this wasnt 29. years ago, but 2000.
Jason: it's been raining for 200 years?!
thunder God: ys. and i want to keep it hat way.

Jason felt a sudden pain in the stomach, almost like he had gotten punched but over 1,000,000 times that. he lew out of the temple, and nearly fell of the mountain. he held there, withonly one hand keepng him up. he lost control over his thumb. then, his index finger. then hs middle finger. he sat hanging for his life, and only by his pinky. he couldnt take it, but he had to. he lost it. he fell down the mountain, hoping to survive.
the rain continued for the rest of eternity.
after all, nothing can be perfect, right?

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Lucky For You
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Max sat in his chair, sipping his coffee. It was 4:00 AM, so he would normally be in bed right now. But he couldnt sleep for some reason. Max clicked around on his computer. he was bored to eternity. "I guess i could just get a candy bar and watch some TV." he though to himself. he walked over to his mini-fridge and looked in. he reached inside the bag of candy bars...

All Max could feel was a bunch of papers. no candy here. "Ah, shoot. perfect timing to run out." Max said as he went for the door. It was snowing out side. odd, it was the middle of October. but mother nature has her mood swings. he got in the car. the car neighed, but wouldnt start. he furiously cranked it back up yet it still didn't work. even worse."FCrap." Max opened the car door, and started to walk down the street. His feet were practically frozen when he finally got there. Jen, his friend, was sitting at the desk. it was her shift. max grabbed a soda, a few candy bars, and went to the counter. "hey jen, hows it going?" Max asked while putting his things down. "as boring and sleepy as ever." she replied in a very gloomy voice. "at least its better than how my day's going so far." Max looked at the display box full of lottery tickets. "i guess i'll take a lottery ticket too." he said. "you do know that the chance are totally against you when you buy that, right?" Jen continued checking the items. "Just my luck." he replied with a grin.

the walk home was even more weary and tiring as before, probably because it took him 30 minutes to get there, so it was 4:30. "finally, something to look forward to!" Max said to himself as he unpeeled the wrappers. they were pretty good, considering the night he had. he turned off the TV and crawled into bed. he cranked up the radio, hoping that would help him sleep. he sat there listening to the radio. and todays winning lottery numbers are: 1,7,9,3, and 5.
Max looked at his lottery ticket. they read:
1,7,9,3, and 4. wait, make that 5. "hmph. i won." Max said to himself as he slightly dozed off.
he shot back up. "I WON?!!!!" he screamed. he looked at the clock. 2:00 PM, he must have fallen asleep. he ran to the store- forget the car.

after exchanging in his money, he excitedly called up a cab. "Des Moines airport, please." he asked the driver. they arrived in about 40 minutes. "thatll be $10." the driver said unhappily. he handed the driver a few hundred-dollar bills. his face started to glow with happiness as he drove off.

"One ticket to las Vegas, please." Max said to the attendant.
he got in the plane, and he couldnt wait to geet to las Vegas.
WHOOOSH! the sonic boom max heard when they took off was amzingly lud. it wasnt three minutes into the flight, someone stood up from their seat and and pulled out a gun. "this is a holdup!" he screamed. he started gathering money form people. when he got to one row, a woman refused to gve him money. he prepared to shoot, when suddenly max attacked him. he thew the man around, causing him to shoot into the cocpit. he heard a scream and the plane started to plummit donward. they were going to hit the mountain!
he didnt have much time. he quickly tossed the guy off him and started to open the door, when he felt a blistering pain in his arm. he had been shot! he ran into the cockpit and barricated the door. he could steer a plane.. sort of. he grabbed holdof the wheel and pulled up. if he could get to the top of the mountain, hislife would be saved. he pulled on the wheel even harder, when he heard a gunshot. noone screamed though. the glass window in the door borke and got him in the lung. another gunshot caught him in the other lung. he fell to the groundand gasped for breath. everything started to go back. he heard a loud boom... and that was it.

hey, at least he crashed before he suffocated, right?

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Storm Of The Century
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Robert looked at his computer. Robert's only job was to delfect hurricanes and make sure that nobody would have to come home to a wrecked house. he worked at the Hurricane Prevention System Main Building on Long Island.

Robert clicked a few times. his current job was Hurricane gabriel, category 2, moving across the atlantic. Gabriel was expected to hit the cayman islands on Thursday as a category 4.

Robert's mouth dropped. he had found the way! by freezing a heavy amount of water, Gabriel would be deflected upward near the arctic circle, where the extreme temperatures would destroy it. He beeped in Alice, his asstistant. "Alice, take this file to the main office.." he said as he downloaded the file to her computer.

Jack readied his things the next morning. gabriel was a category 3 already, so he had to hurry. 'Are you ready for this?" Robert asked him. Jack was the one going to be operating this crazy idea. "yep." he replied with a smile on his face. as he climbed into the giant plane, he greeted all of his teammates. they were ready for takeoff. the Plane lurched forward, sending it into the sky. Robert beeped in on the communicator. "Guys, you'll be Getting to Gabriel in about three hours." "can do." jack said back. the next three hours were long and boring, yet serious. finally, a large mass of black clouds covered them. "drop is ready, lets do this." jack said, as he jerked the plane to the left. "prepare for drop." he pressed a trigger on the handle, releasing 12,000 pounds of ice into the water. "let's take this baby home gu-" jack was interrupted by a loud clang on the outside of the plane. "what the-" a few more clangs hit the plane. the plane jerked itself to the right. it was heading back into the storm! jack frantically twisted the wheel round and round, yet the plane didnt respond. the roof slwly dented inward. "Is Everything OK?" Robert asked through the intercom.

The other side of the intercom

"This Is jack, we have dropped the load. yet there's a problem- we cant seem to turn this thi-..........................." the intercom went static. "Hello? Jack? Please Respond!" Robert yelled into the communicator. he hrard a scream, covered in static over the intercom, followed by a gigantic spash. the intercom went out. "we've lost signal with the MIR-2000." a voice coame in form the main room. Jack was... dead.

The next say came, Robert as gloomy as ever. james, Robert's Boss, came into the room.
"look. i'm very sorry about Jack, the boy was a good man. i didnt expect you to come today. when MY son died, i was out for a week. but we have oteher things to worry about. the foreezing worked, yet Gabriel didnt budge all the way. He still moved, but is comiing right for long island."

as the storm appoached as a category 5, all of long island prepared for the deadliest night of their lives. Robert, safe in the building, watched the television. "Hurricane Gabriel, category 5 with wind speeds of 190 mph is currently hittting long island. flodding is expected, so stay on high ground." the weatherman said. he could hear the waves splashing outside already. as the team exchanged confessions and last thoughts, the waves got louder. suddenly the building shook, throwing robert to his knees. but then, a huge wave splashed right thorugh the window! the other team members ran away, Robert following. Robert split up form the group, trying to get to the elevator. the otehr rooms flooded as robert frantically pressed the "UP" button. the door slowly opened, Robert running inside. but the elevator when black, and wouldnt close- it had shorted out! Robert looked around. all the other ways were flooded. he had nowhere to go. Robert calmly excepted his fate.

He was never seen again.

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The Great Plains
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Jeremy poked at his meat. he didn't want buffalo- he wanted beans. "Mama, i want beans.." he said to his mother. "You are going to eat that meat. Chief Sgghan went through much work to get this buffalo. if you do not like buffalo, go live with the Timucuas." She said back to him.

Right now, you're probably thinking what i'm even talking about. This story takes place 2700 years ago, in the time of the ancient indians...

"Chief Sgghan, we must hunt buffalo today. we have not enough meat."
"Alice, My Duaghter, i am very sorry. The buffalo have mysteriously Disappeared. The Trade Center does not have any buffalo in stock at moment." Sgghan said with a sigh. "I apologize for the inconvenience."

To Be Continued...