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  4. Posted · Edited by Teddster

    The SPUF Civil War Rewrite

    Chapter One

    Huff gripped his fire axe, lowering it slightly so the faint green light did not alert the two Trolls in front of him. They were unaware of his presence, arguing with each other about if the Gunslinger was OP or not. They sat on two logs, both facing away from each other, and one threw a small stick into an already dying fire. When the conversation lulled and one of the Trolls mentioned the Axtinguisher he let out a battle cry and charged from his hiding place.

    His axe slammed into the first Troll and he dropped to the ground. He wrenched the axe free from the Troll’s chest and swung at the second, but this one danced out of the way at the last second. He ducked down, searching around his small pile of sticks. Finally, as Huff drew near, he snapped up with a small club, and as he swung it Huff stepped back.

    They waited for a moment, waiting to see who would make the first move. Finally the Troll yelled and charged at Huff, swinging at the SPUFer. Huff ducked, and the club swung over his head. He swung his own weapon forward, and the Troll dropped to the ground, blood slowly seeping from the wound in his head.

    “Hm. Good job, Huff,” Gold’s spirit echoed behind him. Huff glanced up at the spirit that only he could see, and shrugged as he went to examine the camp. Ever since Gold had sacrificed himself to kill Eram, he couldn’t be brought back due to the overwhelming amount of rep in his body. Since then, he had served as a sort of spirit guide and companion, taking over Simon’s job.

    Huff examined the small Troll camp – it was hidden by the trees. The fire was finally dead, and besides the two logs and the pile of sticks, it was fairly unimpressive. The only thing it had really was the fact it was hidden by the trees. Of course, the Trolls weren’t really intelligent, and the smoke from their fire was easily visible.

    Ever since the death of Eram, the Trolls had been running around. Even though he was trying to take over SPUF with the Lurkers, he was the best Moderator for dealing with the Trolls. Now, they had almost free reign, annoying everyone across SPUF. A murder here, a destroyed house there, but it wasn’t really serious, so Ian didn’t try to do anything about it.

    Soon after Eram’s death, Ian had been promoted to Valve level. Janobi had retired and given his moderator position to Sir Action Slacks. Witty and KigYar had opened an illegal Rep Station and were currently being hunted down by the Moderators.

    Huff strode out of the small area, lazily swapping his axe to each hand and back. In about twenty minutes, he was walking through the small town of SubSPUF, hidden behind the normal town of SPUF by a large mountain and a pass through it. The town was like any other Forum/Town, but smaller and crazier. Huff quickly hurried to one of the buildings, throwing the door open and stepping inside.

    *****

    Cube, no, you’re doing this all wrong.

    “Hey, shut up, I’m doing this exactly right for your information!” Cube yelled, and to any observer he

    would’ve been yelling at nothing.

    Cube, you have to use a certain amount of rep, or this won’t work.

    “Well, if you’re such a genius, why don’t you do it?” Cube demanded of Ico.

    Cube, you are currently my only body. If you refuse to do it correctly then I cannot do it correctly.

    A short pause followed. “I’m not making these Rep Weapons the wrong way and you can’t make me.”

    Fine. Be like that.

    See guys this is better then the last one right I can semi frequently update this yay

  6. Posted

    Professor Fun Police reminds you of potential law suits and also informs you that guests are very hungry, thirsty and need bathrooms.

    Pffft. Fuck them. They can eat each other, drink the blood of each other and go to the bathroom in the hat rollercoaster!

  9. Posted

    5:22 PM - {T,I} Ted: you must avenge the could've been cat man 5:23 PM - {T,I} Ted: kill the first cat you find, Buddha. Fulfill your destiny. 5:23 PM - {T,I} Ted: <---- doesn't even know if normal cats are in the game 5:24 PM - Hungry Buddha: I will murder the first khajit I come across 5:24 PM - {T,I} Ted: i'm posting this on the forum 5:24 PM - {T,I} Ted: i will hold you to this C:

  25. Posted

    Chapter 15

    Commander stood over the map, contemplating his next actions. Ian stood to his right, forming a plan of action as well. To his left was Rammite, who stood with an arm sling, and next to him, Binary. Standing awkwardly nearby was the Lurker leader, who Rammite had suggested accompany them to strategize. Façade and Cube stood by as well. Commander leaned forward, settling his weight on the table in front of him and started tapping it.

    “Ahead of us are the Guests,” Commander mumbled. “Behind us is Burton. So where should we go?”

    “You could try to befriend the Trolls,” the Lurker said. “They might help you get past the Guests.”

    “But where would we go from there?” Ian asked. “Just look at SPUF’s current state. The different towns are reacting differently to the Guests and Burton. The Half Life town is prepared for all-out war. The Call of Duty town put down their weapons and tried to join Burton. They didn’t make it much longer.”

    “Cube, how’s it going on making Rep Weapons?” Façade asked.

    “No progress whatsoever,” Cube said with a sigh. “Nothing that won’t get you twenty diseases if you manage to stay alive.”

    Façade nodded and went back into thought when the Guests attacked again.

    *****

    Cell raised the gun, moving quietly as he examined his surroundings yet again. The forest was dark with trees bunched together closely. He had chased the man in here but had lost him and was attempting to track him through the forest.

    The crunching of leaves made him turn, and he saw the man coming out with is hands raised, yelling, “Don’t shoot, I give up!”

    Cell walked over to him, keeping the gun raised. He was going to question this man, but first he had to search him.

    He heard someone running towards him to his right. He turned in time to be tackled.

    He yelled, and his attacked threw the gun out of his grip. The two of them landed on the ground, and Cell kicked and struggled and tried to get away from his attacked. He supposedly got a lucky kick, and his attacked grunted in pain. He launched himself up, but felt the wind knocked out of him as he was punched in the gut.

    He staggered back as his attacker rose quickly to hit him again. He raised his hands to ward off the blow but wasn’t quick enough, as he felt a sharp pain in the side of his head the next second. Another punch hit him hard again, and as he fell and his vision started to turn black, he took in the face of his attacker and held on to the thought.

    Wombat.

    And this is where you guys come in! YOU plan SubSPUF's next plan of action because I'm a lazy bastard

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