LadyBernkastel

That would be true. Except I planned this crappy ending from the beginning.

What? Two chapters in one day? [spoiler2]Chapter 10 Dr. Evil Brain fled the subway station in a panic. “Any second now, part of the city should explode, at least.” He looked in the direction that the subway train was headed. The sound of a boom rang through the sky, and buildings in the distance started toppling over. “Not a big issue. I can still raise the dongers of these people with a little skill.” He started to turn and run again, until he saw the Maidsassins approaching him. “I guess you thought you could hide by staying in the most obvious spot.” Moby snapped his arm, and his chainsaw appeared. Bowie reached under his dress and brandished two knives. Doopliss reached into a pocket on his dress and pointed a pistol at Dr. Evil Brain. “Get him!” Moby and Bowie started dashing at Evil Brain, while Doopliss stood back and tried to pick him off. Dr. Evil Brain bolted into an alleyway and ran down multiple winding paths. The Maidsassins quickly lost him. “Don’t let him get too far ahead.” Doopliss ran down one path, leaving the others for Moby and Bowie. ------------------- Rammite, Cuba, and Simon hid behind a building. Bullets zipped by them. Simon grabbed Rammite by the collar of his shirt. “How smart of you. They weren’t going to attack us, but you insisted you attack them. And now look at us!” Rammite smacked Simon’s hand away. “We need to kill them. As long as they’re working for Evil Brain, he has an advantage.” “Too many of our men have been killed already.” Cuba took a look from the corner of the building. The rebel army was already starting to dwindle. “They’re going to overtake us if we don’t find something to do quickly.” From the other side of the alleyway, they were approached by Huff, Guy, Raison, and John Caveson. Huff extended his hand to Rammite. “You’re the leader of the rebel militia, correct?” “I am. Name’s Rammite. Who are you?” “Just call me Huff. I work for the mafia under Don Stamda. He told me to work with rebel leaders until our crisis has been averted.” Huff bowed and at that motion, the others bowed too. “The mafia is under your command until the enemy has been defeated.” Rammite pointed in the direction of the mod army. “Go out there and help fight the war. Any weapon you find on the ground is yours to use. I expect you’ll make good use of it.” “As you wish, Rammite.” The four sprinted out to the battlefield and began to fight. ------------------- Dr. Evil Brain looked ahead and looked behind. No one seemed to have found him yet. He continued walking forward, being careful to look in all directions. In the distance, he saw this alleyway led to a lake. “That must be the lake in the middle of the park.” He rested his hand on the ground. After a few seconds of looking back and forth, he started walking again. “I should be able to get there in about a minute. They won’t find me before then.” He started running. Just as he passed another alley, he was stopped by a familiar voice. “Don’t go any farther, Dr. Evil Brain, or I’ll shoot.” Doopliss was holding a gun to Dr. Evil Brain’s head. “Your hiding skills aren’t even close to your ‘stuffing a train with bombs’ skills.” Dr. Evil Brain faced Doopliss. “You aren’t going to just shoot me now? I thought you were an assassin.” “I haven’t been a murderer for eight years, Evil Brain. And I’m not going to start again.” Doopliss lowered his gun a little. “You submit now, and I’ll lead you out of the city in quiet. The others will think you’re dead, and you can live peacefully somewhere else.” “That’s very thoughtful of you Doopliss . . . unfortunately . . .” Evil Brain reached for his pistol and shot Doopliss with one quick motion. Doopliss plopped to the ground, writhing in pain. His blood formed a puddle around his stomach. “I’m not leaving until this whole damn city raises its dongers.” Dr. Evil Brain started walking way, until he heard a shriek from behind. He turned to see Bowie knelt down next to Doopliss’s now lifeless body. “D-D-D-Doopliss! What ha – who did – Please wake up!” Bowie looked down the alleyway and saw Dr. Evil Brain still holding his gun. Bowie became enraged, but the more enraged he became, the more he started crying. Over time his crying evolved into laughter. His voice became more and more deranged. Dr. Evil Brain tried to shoot him, but he couldn’t seem to get a good aim at him. “Come on, Dr. Evil Brain!” Bowie’s voice now sounded like the voice of a madman. “Having trouble with that gun?” Bowie lifted up his hand, and more knives than he could possibly hide in his dress started floating by his head. Dr. Evil Brain dashed down the alley as the knives flew straight for him. “Come on, Evil Brain! Fight me!” Dr. Evil Brain entered another alleyway as the knives zipped right past him. ------------------- The militia’s numbers were dwindling down to the twenties. Rammite, Cuba, and Simon were fighting alongside them, hoping to drive down the mods in short time. “Don’t stop firing!” Rammite yelled. “We only ha – Ach!” Rammite was shot in the neck. Cuba and Simon rushed to his side. “Rammite! Get up!” Simon knelt down by Rammite and started shaking him. Cuba started looking for the wound. Both he and Simon were shot down to the ground by stray bullets in their stomachs. Cuba took a look over the battlefield. Only the mods were still fighting back. They had taken down the entire rebel army within fifteen minutes of the fight beginning. The mod army started making their way towards business district of the city, trampling the corpses of the fallen rebels in their path. They flooded the alleyways, looking for their leader before someone gets the better of him. ------------------- Bowie followed Dr. Evil Brain into an apartment complex. When he saw the Evil Brain was already nowhere to be found, Bowie sent his knives to fly around the room erratically, killing a few people living in the apartments and not finding a single trace of Evil Brain. After a moment of searching, he heard footsteps running up the stairs. He followed the sound until he eventually found himself at the room of the building with Dr. Evil Brain standing at the edge of the building. Dr. Evil Brain dropped his gun down the side of the building. “Come on, Bowie. If we’re going to fight, let’s fight like men. No magic knives. No guns. Just our fists.” “Fuck that.” Bowie sent a large number of knives flying at Evil Brain. Evil Brain tried to step to the side and dodge them, but he started losing his balance. Seeing a chance, Bowie dashed at Evil Brain and tried to knock him off the building. Just before they collided, Evil Brain regained his balance and stepped out of the way. Bowie couldn’t stop himself from moving until it was too late. He fell off the side of the building and died on impact with the ground. Dr. Evil Brain laughed and started to walk away, but as he looked back toward the entrance to the apartment, he was smacked with the butt of a gun and knocked to the ground. Moby knelt down and held his chainsaw up to Evil Brain’s neck. The Binocrat, the Commander, and Rin all held their guns to his head. “I hope you’ve made amends with Heimerdinger, Evil Brain.” The Binocrat saw the mods swarming the alleyways and pointed his gun towards the door. “I bet you wish this was over. There is just one small issue, however. You see, when you sent my train in the opposite direction, did you do the same thing with the other train?” Moby glared at Evil Brain. “Maybe we did. What does it matter?” “Well, I planned for the possibility that me revealing my plans would lead to you foiling them, so the other train that was moving was also filled with explosives. I also had it set to be in just the right spot that, if its movement were reversed, it would be in the center of the city just in time to raise you dongers.” The Commander started panicking and looked over to the center of the park. “But when will it get there?!” “Any second now.” ------------------- Bowie woke up and found himself in a lush, green field. All of the plants had been replaced with candy and unicorns roamed the wilderness. “What the hell . . .” “Bowie!” Bernkastel ran over and put an arm around Bowie shoulders. Shortly after, Doopliss did the same. “Bernkastel? Doopliss? You’re both alive?! But how? Where are we?” “You should know where we are! This is Pyroland! This is where every SPUFer goes with they die!” Bernkastel handed him a cup of tea. “Bernkastel and I were just having a tea party. Come join us!” Doopliss walked back over to the blanket he and Bernkastel were sitting on. “But I . . . No!” Bowie became enraged. He started stomping around. “This is not an ending to a story! This is some stupid joke! Narrator! Who the hell are you? What’s with this shitty ending?!” Bowie started tossing his knives at the ground. “What a god damn cop out! I’m done with this story!” Bowie then proceeded to walk out of the story . . . wait, what? End.[/spoiler2] And that's the end. Thanks to everyone who read it. Stay tuned for the next one.

Once again, this chapter is far shorter than I anticipated it. Maybe this one and the pevious one should have been combined into one chapter. There were supposed to be two more chapters after this, but I'm thinking about combining the last two into one. Which means, yes, the next chapter is the last one. [spoiler2]Chapter 9 Binary, Rin, and the Commander huddled together behind a building to keep themselves hidden from the mods. “We don’t have much time. I have the Maidsassins working together to find out if they can reverse the subway, but in case they don’t, I want us to find and kill Evil Brain in enough time for everyone to vacate the city.” “Then why don’t we split up from here? The only place he could have gone is the business district. Otherwise, he’d still be in the park and easy to spot.” Rin pointed his gun in various directions. “Let’s all run to different parts of the city. And eventually, we’ll corner him.” “Son, I like that you’re a quick thinker, but how is that going to work? We’re a team of three. This city is far too big for us to find one person running around in it.” “Got any better ideas? Running around might not seem like the idea scenario, but it’s the only choice we’ve got.” The three stood to their feet. “Okay, let’s do this then.” The Commander led them to an alleyway with three different paths. “I’m going this way. You two search the others.” With that, the Commander started running down the alley, gun ready to fire. Binary and Rin followed suit. ------------------- Moby and Bowie put all of their strength into trying to push away the rubble of the mod tower. “What does the Binocrat think we’re going to find here?” After a large piece of concrete was thrown out of the way, Moby started quickly tossing aside smaller chunks. “The building has been completely destroyed. Nothing’s going to be here.” Doopliss called out from behind them. He was trying to lift a block even larger than himself. “Hey, guys? A little help here?” Moby and Bowie ran over and started helping him lift the block. After they completely pushed it out of the way, they saw a staircase, leading down to a basement. The three of them started walking down into the dark room ------------------- Dr. Evil Brain sat in the subway station, waiting for the train to pass by at any moment. He looked to the wall beside himself and smiled. He took out a marker and started scribbling “Raise your dongers” on the wall. After a moment, he was startled by a voice calling out from behind him. “Dr. Evil Brain! You have committed crimes against the citizens of SPUF! For that, I’ll punish you!” Bernkastel was walking into the subway station, scythe readied to attack Evil Brain. “What the hell? Didn’t I kill you already?” Dr. Evil Brain started fumbling around trying to find out where he put his gun. “Can it, Evil Brain!” Bernkastel dashed at him. After a moment, Evil Brain managed to grab his gun, but Bernkastel swung the blunt end of the scythe at his hand, causing him to lose grip of the gun. Evil Brain quickly retaliated with a kick that knocked Bernkastel’s scythe to the ground. The two continue exchanging blows as they inched more and more away from the entrance to the station. Before long, Bernkastel had been back up to the edge of the subway tracks. Bernkastel nearly lost balance. Evil Brain followed it up with a kick, sending Bernkastel failing down onto to subway tracks. As Bernkastel tried to regain balance, Evil Brain picked his pistol off of the ground. “Let’s finish this for real this time.” Bernkastel started getting back up but was hit by the train. Dr. Evil Brain chuckled. “Oh look, it’s about time for the dongers to be raised.” A few seconds after the train passed, it passed by again, going in the opposite direction. “What?!” ------------------- “Okay, there are two trains moving at this very moment. I don’t know which had the explosives, so I just sent them both in the opposite direction.” Doopliss continued typing in an attempt to find out how to shut the computer off. “Alright, guys, let’s go.” Bowie started heading back out of the basement. “Let’s go and finish our last job as the Maidsassins.” Moby grinned. “And that would be bumping off Evil Brain? Sounds like fun.” Doopliss patted him on the back and started running up the stairs. “That’s the spirit!” [/spoiler2]

I was going to make a serious post about this, but then I realized who made the thread.

This. Because of the default formatting for message boards (indenting does nothing), it's best you double return after every paragraph.

Needs more hats.

Translation: You don't have a role.

Close enough

Rather short chapter this time. I overestimated how long this scene would go on for. It seemed so much longer in my head. [spoiler2]Chapter 8 The Commander stood dumbstruck at what happened. He tried to attack the person who blew up the building, but he was already gone. Everyone turned to the giant hat statue and saw none other than Dr. Evil Brain starting at the top. “Oh, don’t look so surprised. You were bound to lose your army in your arrogance.” The Commander reached for his pistols and pointed them at Evil Brain. “What the hell are you doing?” “You know, Commander, I don’t think you want to shoot me. Otherwise, you’ll kill the only person that knows how to stop this whole city from blowing up.” The Commander started lowering his weapons. “What do you want?” “Not much.” Evil Brain lifted his arms into the air. “I want you all to raise your dongers!” Evil Brain was startled by the sound of a rock hitting the side of the statue. Rin threw another rock at the statue. “If you have time to do this shit, you have time to update Fallout! Don’t take it out on us you got yourself banished!” “You think this is about my banishment? Not in the slightest. Do you think I could have prepared a whole city to explode in three days? I’ve had this planned for weeks. This is entirely about getting this god forsaken city to raise its dongers.” Moby turned his attention to Rin. “Now that I think about it, he was babbling on about dongers shortly before he got banished.” “Now, ab –“ Evil Brain was interrupted by the sound of metal tapping against the statue behind him. “Hang on a minute; I need to deal with something.” Evil Brain approached the person behind him. “What do you want?” Bernkastel stood atop the statue, scythe in hand. “Dr. Evil Brain! You have committed crimes against the citizens of SPUF! For that, I’ll punish you!” Bernkastel gripped the scythe with both hands and started sprinting. Evil Brain immediately drew his pistol and shot Bernkastel in the head. Bernkastel plopped to the ground and died. “Not sure what you were doing to accomplish with a scythe, but you at least get effort points.” Dr. Evil Brain walked back to the group, who were now hiding behind various structures incase Evil Brain tried to attack them too. “Do not be alarmed. I won’t attack you unless you attack first. I don’t want to simply kill you. I just want your dongers to be raised.” One by one, the group started coming out of hiding. After revealing himself, Doopliss yelled out, “Do you even know what that means?” “Not a clue. All I know is Heimerdinger willed it and revealed his will to his prophet, Imaqtipie. Now it’s my duty to see to it that all people raise their dongers. And it is my understanding that the best way to raise something is to blow it up.” Evil Brain pointed to the north. “That’s why there’s a subway train headed from there. It is rigged with enough explosives to blow this whole city to hell. And once it crosses the tracks under our feet, all of your dongers will be raised.” “Well thanks for telling us.” The Binocrat raised his rifle and aimed it at Evil Brain. Everyone else followed suit. “Now what’s stopping us from killing you?” “I don’t think the mods would like that very much.” Evil Brain snapped and an army of mods started filing in, weapons raised and ready to attack. “Most of them were easily threatened. And the ones that weren’t, I just bought off with massive amounts of rep. They won’t attack you until you attack me. And as you can see, there’s plenty more of them than there are of you.” The group slowly lowered their weapons again. “Now, I must be on my way. I look forward to seeing you all squirm around trying to stop the inevitable.” Evil Brain threw a smoke bomb at the ground and disappeared into the crowd of mods. The Binocrat turned to the Maidsassins. “Okay, I have a plan for you guys. The five of us will stay here and try to locate Dr. Evil Brain. You three, go to the ruins of the mod tower. All subway trains have a master control in the mod tower. If you can find some remnant of a working subway control, you can send the trains back in the opposite direction.” The Maidsassins saluted the Binocrat and sprinted toward the ruined mod tower. The Commander grouped together with Cuba and Simon, all of which kept their guns readied, pointed at the mods. “You’re a disgrace to the uniform Commander.” The Commander took a look behind him and saw Rammite with a militia of rebels behind him. “Your work has been appreciated, but we’ll take it from here.” “What are you talking about?” “I mean, it’s time for a new commanding officer to step up.” Rammite signaled and the entire militia took their places, lining up opposite of the mods. Cuba growled at Rammite. “Don’t let him do this Commander! He has no right to take your place!” “No, he’s right. Those men died of my own ignorance. Cuba, Simon, you’re under the authority of Rammite now. Do as he says. I have some unfinished business to take care of.” The Commander lowered his gun and started walking away. [/spoiler2]

For the time being. I believe Commander is working on making it possible. It has something to do with the user cp on IPB being harder to work with. From what I understand.

I would say yes to all of this . . . Except the Saloon can't be accessed by those of us in the SPUF-illuminati that hadn't opted in before the migration.

Spoilers:

Nuu chapter: [spoiler2]Chapter 7 “Remember, be loud enough that Bowie can hear, but soft enough that Bern doesn't wake up before Bowie wakes her.” Moby quietly knocked on the door to Bernkastel and Bowie’s room as Doopliss tried to coach him through waking them up. After a couple of knocks, Bowie and Doopliss stood out of the way of the door and waited for Bowie and Bernkastel to emerge. “You know, every night I thank God that the Binocrat didn't assign me to tending to Bernkastel.” Moby crossed his arms and glared at the door. “You don’t even believe in God.” “I converted when I saw what you two were putting up with. Did you know Tyrone died for your sins?” “Funny.” After another moment, Bernkastel and Bowie slowly stumbled out the door. They had their arms around each other’s shoulders, trying to keep themselves steady. “W – we’re ready . . .” Bowie’s speech sounded unfocused, as if he wasn’t sure if he was finished speaking or not. “I swear, every time I see you two leave a room together, I wish I hadn’t.” Doopliss started walking down the hall, with Moby following behind him. “Keep up. We’re going to speak with the Commander.” Bernkastel and Bowie slowly stumbled down the hallway, trying not to fall over. “So . . . much . . . booze . . .” Bernkastel started repeating that phrase like a mantra. As they reached the Commander’s office, Colonel Cuba stopped them at the door. Doopliss stepped forward and greeted him. “Long time no see, Cuba. I don’t suppose you’ll be escorting us in, eh?” “What else would I be doing here?” “Well, from the way you were standing, I thought you’d be making little flash animations.” Cuba ignored his quip and entered the door behind him. “Follow me, and stand by the right wall. Don’t make any sudden movements, or we’ll shoot you.” Cuba glared at Doopliss. “And don’t make any stupid remarks like that.” Bernkastel leaned over to Doopliss. “Keep it up and you’ll be as funny as me some day.” “Heh . . . right.” Doopliss chuckled nervously. The four of them entered the room, and stood against the right wall in between Colonel Cuba and Major Simon. The Commander, the Binocrat, and Rin were already in the room, ready to begin. “All right, everyone.” The Commander stood up and began going over the plan for the day. “The enemy is giving us fifteen hours to surrender. We will not surrender to the mods. Together, we must fight. For the good of SPUF. Because of this, we will meet them directly in front of the mod tower at the exact moment they plan to strike. It takes six hours and forty-five minutes to reach the mod tower from here, so we will leave at sixteen hundred. We should arrive on time with about fifteen minutes to spare.” The Commander turned to the Maidsassins. “I will allow you three to resume your duties for the time being. Just remember, I am your ally. The only enemies are the mods. As for Binary, Rin, and Bernkastel, you three are free to look in my armory and take whatever weapon feels most comfortable to you, so that you can fight as well. Colonel Cuba and Major Simon will see to it that you receive as much training in that weapon as is possible in eight hours.” The Binocrat stood up and extended his hand to the Commander. “So, do we have an agreement? To work together from now on?” The Commander shook his hand. “Yes. At least for now . . . but hopefully in the perceivable future as well.” ------------------- Rin and Cuba looked through the armory for a weapon. “How’s this?” Cuba picked up a sniper rifle and showed it to Rin. “State of the art sniper rifle.” Rin took a quick glance at it before looking around for something else. “No, no. I need something that’s more . . . me. Like this!” Rin picked up a double-barrel shotgun and held it like some sort of action hero. “Now, this is a weapon.” “That’s your weapon? Out of all the good rifles in here, you chose that?” Rin walked to Cuba and slung the shotgun over his shoulder. “Buddy, never question the power of a good shotgun.” ------------------- “A scythe?!” Moby picked up a rifle and tried to hand it to Bernkastel. “A scythe is not a weapon. Here, take this gun and put that thing back where you found it.” “A scythe can be a weapon if I make it one!” Bernkastel started posing with the scythe. “I could totally cut a bitch with this. Those mods won’t even know what hit them.” “The mods aren’t even going to be hit. You’ll be shot in the head before you even have a chance to fight.” Moby turned around. “Bowie, Doopliss, help me out here.” “I think you’re trying too hard.” Doopliss took the rifle Moby was holding and put it back down. “Bernkastel is very set in her ways. She isn’t going to let go of her weapon just because anyone thinks it’s a stupid idea.” “I think a scythe is a great idea, Lady Bernkastel.” Bowie grinned as Moby started getting more jarateed off. “Just be sure to keep close to someone with a gun at all times.” “Good idea, Archmaid.” Bernkastel started skipping out of the armory. Moby glared at them. “So, I’m guessing you two want her killed?” Bowie grinned and started backing away. “Nope, it’s just funny when that vein in your temple pops out when you get mad.” ------------------ That following night, almost at midnight, they finally reached their destination. They stopped in a park just a few blocks away from the mod tower. The Commander brought his entire army with him. The Binocrat, the Maidsassins, Rin, and Bernkastel hid with the Commander among nearby bushes. The Commander’s army hid behind various pieces of shrubbery and the giant top hat statue in the center of the park. They all kept a watchful eye on the mod tower, ready for the mods to come rushing out at any moment. The Commander looked into the scope of his sniper rifle and scanned the giant window at the very top of the mod tower. He saw an elderly man standing in front of the window. “Binary. Look at this. Is this who I think it is?” Binary took a look through the scope. “I think that’s the administrator. Looks like you have a clear shot for him.” “Good.” The Commander took aim and fired a shot that hit the administrator directly. The administrator then fell through the hole left in the window. He landed with a thud after a thirty-three story fall. The Commander waited a couple of minutes to see if any of mods would come out in retaliation. After still nothing happened, the Commander turned his attention to Cuba and Simon. “Order our men to flood that building and wipe out every last mod inside.” Cuba and Simon gave the orders, and within minutes, every single soldier under their command was inside the building. As they continued watching, someone walked in front of them, also staring at the tower. “I must say, Commander, I didn’t think you’d make it this easy.” He pressed a button on the device he was holding, causing the mod tower to burst into flames. Every second a floor of the building exploded, starting with the ground floor and working its way up. When the top floor finally exploded, several fireworks were set off, sending a message in the sky: Raise your dongers. [/spoiler2]

He could. That's why Bowie and Moby were there too. They also had to distract him with lots of rep. It was a sad display. The great Tyrone being turned on and brutally killed by his allies.

Cookies issue, not a site issue.

Actually, it wasn't that bad. All that I can remember of what happened basically was me walking around looking for Doopliss, because . . . I don't know. I just remember referring to him as Archmage. Which is weird because my dreams are almost always completely non-sensical.

Actually, Doopliss killed Tyrone.

Adding that as a subplot would be interesting, but unlikely to happen at this point. The story is rather short. It's entirely possible it's already over halfway done. I don't know exactly how many chapters it will take to reach then end, but it's likely less than six. I may think up a longer story based on the migration, but for now, everything's staying as if subSPUF never changed. Nuu chapter: [spoiler2]Chapter 6 “How much longer?” Bernkastel plodded behind the group. “It feels like we’ve been walking for days.” “We’re over halfway there, Bernkastel.” The Binocrat turned his head. “Would you please stop asking that every half hour? It’s not going to make this trip any more enjoyable.” Bernkastel pouted and started walking at a faster pace. They continued walking for several minutes before Bowie, Doopliss, and Moby suddenly dashed to the front of the group. “Come out.” Moby snapped his arm to his side, and a chainsaw appeared in his right hand. He extended his arm forward in a threatening pose. “I know you’re out there!” Bernkastel hid behind Bowie. “H-how . . . what . . . where did he get that chainsaw?” Bowie chuckled. “It’s an ancient Maidsassin secret.” Bowie took a quick glance at Bernkastel, who was glaring at him. “Fine. I’ll tell you when we get to our room.” Moby continued calling for whoever was hiding. Slowly, various men in army uniforms started approaching Moby. The highest ranking soldier signaled for the others to stand back. “Hello, Binocrat. My name is Colonel Cuba. I’m the Commander’s assistant.” He turned his attention to the Maidsassins. “I’d like to ask all of you to sheath your weapons. We do not want to fight you but are not afraid to fight back if you appear aggressive.” Moby looked back at Doopliss and Bowie. They all slowly nodded at each other. Moby snapped his arm again and the chainsaw was gone. “So, why did you meet us here?” The Binocrat made his way in front of Moby. “The Commander has requested that the Binocrat be immediately escorted to his office if spotted.” Cuba motioned to the Binocrat and Rin. “You two will speak directly with the Commander. And he asked specifically that Moby, Doopliss, and Bowie not accompany you.” Cuba noticed Bernkastel hiding behind Bowie. “And who’s that?” “I’m Lady Bernkastel, the monarch over all of SPUF!” Bernkastel pulled Doopliss over to Bowie’s side. “And these are my trusted assistants, Archmaid Bowie and Archmage Doopliss.” Cuba glared at Bernkastel. “You go with the Maidsassins. The Commander has prepared three rooms so that he can keep an eye on you. The only orders are that none of the Maidsassins are to share rooms. Other than that, you’re free to decide who stays where.” Cuba turned around and started walking towards the Commander’s barracks. “Follow me until we get to the barracks. The Maidsassins and Bernkastel will follow Major Simon from that point. Major, you will show them to their rooms and then meet me back in the Commander’s office.” “Yes, sir.” ------------------- Huff, Raison, and Guy sat around a large table, playing poker. They all stared intensely at each other, trying not to make the slightest twitch. Each of them casually glanced at the clock. They had been playing this hand for what felt like hours but had really only been about 30 seconds. After more glaring, Guy finally reached for his chips. “I’m all in.” Huff glanced at the chips, then back at the clock. He started to reach for his chips, until he was startled by the door slamming against the wall behind him. His hands fumbled around on the table, knocking over several stacks of chips. “What the hell was that?” He turned around and saw Don Stamda more distraught than he ever remembered. “Is something wrong?” Stamda walked over the head of the table and sat down. “Boys, I think we may be in the most desperate of situations. As of the last couple of days, the number of people roaming the streets high on rep has increased dramatically, but the amount of people buying rep hasn’t increased. The mods aren’t roaming the streets trying to bust rep deals anymore. I normally don’t encourage this, but I think we need to work with the Binocrat or the Commander if we’re going to save our own hides.” “Sir, I’ll keep a watch. If anything seems wrong, I’ll request assistance from the resistance.” Huff grabbed the deck of cards and motioned for Raison and Guy to hand him the others. “Do you have any idea at what might have caused this?” “Well . . .” Stamda set on the table the message that Guy had given him the day before. “I have an idea. I just don’t know if it’s right.” ------------------- Bernkastel and Bowie sat on the floor next to the bed in their room. With a bottle in hand, they drank after every single sentence they spoke. “I just don’t get it!” Bernkastel’s speech was already slurred. “I’m the monarch of SPUF, but the Commander won’t talk to me?! I deserve better than this!” “Hey, hey.” Bowie tried several times before successfully resting his hand on Bernkastel’s shoulder. “I know how you feel. I’m supposed to be a Maidsassin, but no, Binary doesn’t let me bunk with them anymore.” Bowie lay down on his back and stared at the ceiling. “Who needs them anyway? All they did was laugh at me when I was told to share a room with you. They don’t care if I’m not there.” “We don’t need them. We have everything we need right here in this room. Enough booze to last the whole night.” Bernkastel lay down beside Bowie, also gazing at the ceiling. “Bowie, do you think I’m cut out to be SPUF’s leader?” Bowie took a second to respond to the sudden question. “What do you mean?” “Everyone else seems to think I’m a lunatic. That I couldn’t lead people even if I tried. You don’t think I’d be a failure, do you?” Bowie sat up and thought carefully about what to say. “No. I don’t think you’d be a bad leader. I wouldn’t still be standing by you if you were bad at it, would I?” Bernkastel sat up with him. “Thanks, Bowie. I . . .” Bernkastel nervously scratched his head and looked towards the wall. “I wanted . . . to thank you and Doopliss for sticking with me. I know the fact that we still pretty much have no influence on any part of the city can be discouraging, but . . . thanks.” Bernkastel turned around and pouted. “Make sure you tell Doopliss that, because I doubt I’ll be able to say it again.” Bowie smiled and tapped on Bernkastel’s shoulder. “I’ll be sure to tell him. Now, let’s get some sleep, in case we have something important to do tomorrow. Trust me; you don’t want to do any strenuous activity with a hangover.” ------------------- The Binocrat took his seat in a chair in front of the Commander’s desk. The Commander kept his back turned to the Binocrat and Rin, preferring instead to watch the grass grow through his window. Colonel Cuba took his place beside the Commander’s desk. “Sir, Major Simon is still not back. Should we proceed with the meeting or wait for him.” “Let us proceed with this meeting. Our time could very well be limited. I’ll have a stern talking to the major when he returns.” The Commander refused to turn from his window. “Binary, it’s been a long time, old friend.” “It has Commander. This senseless rivalry has gone on long enough. It’s time we ended it and teamed up. For the good of the resistance.” The Commander chuckled. He finally turned around and picked up a document from his desk. “Ianskate, Janobi, Achilles, Tyrone; were all of these people not worth teaming up with for the good of the resistance? Because you had these people murdered for the sake of boosting your own position of power.” “All of those people had important ties to the mods! I had to keep in check their loyalty to the resistance! Would you rather I kept them alive and let the mods trample us?” “You ordered the cold-blooded murder of high ranking resistance members. If they really had wavering loyalties, we could have put them to a trial. You broke the very laws you set up for the resistance to boost your own power.” “Commander!” The Binocrat stood from his chair and looked the Commander straight in the eyes. “As much as I’d love to sit here and play the blame game over things that happened eight years ago, we’re sort of on a tight schedule here! The point is, you can team up with me and take down the mods while we still have time, or we can continue this petty fighting and let the mods secure their control.” Major Simon burst through the door. “Sir! We have received a message! It’s addressed to you!” “A message, eh?” The Commander set the document down. “Well, read it to me, son. What does it say?” “Raise your dongers.” The Commander started laughing uncontrollably. He sat down in his chair, and tried to regain his composure. “That’s funny, major. Now, seriously tell me what it says.” “He’s not lying, Commander.” The Binocrat sat down as well. He took out his cell phone and started searching through his emails. “I received a message from a mod’s email address saying the exact same thing . . . wait, what’s this? I have a new email. From the same address.” The Binocrat started reading it. His expression changed from angry to worried. “It says, ‘You have 24 hours.’” [/spoiler2]

I had a dream that we all lived together in a mansion.

It likely means you had less people repping you but their rep had more weight on the old forum.

I'd play it.