Our life.

[Syrika]

Our life.

WELL NO

Its still not dead, despite of what you think. I just had little time, and the part I tried to write didn't work. It took me a long time to figure that out. ( 4 months...) but now it does!
I'll problably go and write smaller chaps too.. So i can write more with less.. 8D


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Information

Just a little information. This Story is about Us. and with us, I actually mean this forum. I've transformed this forum into an actual world, and from my point of view, I'm doing a pretty good job at that.
The thing what makes this story even more special is that this story doesn't have one Main figure or something. No, all the members of this forum ocassionally are the main figures.
For example, until now, I've written stories with these members:

- Me
- Kyh
- Streetbackguy
- Sirboredalot
- <insertyournamehere>
- Maikie_G

and yes, you could be next. 8D Oh, don't worry. I'll ask your permission first.
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Writing parts

Oh, and something that is also special, I consider this story to be about us, by us. So I'm not the only one writing parts here. If YOU want to write a part for this story ( for example, you're tired of waiting me to write about you, or you think you can do better) Then please do!
Just let me know before you post it. 8D

Sadly, all the parts other people wrote until now are gone because of the Forum crash. :C I don't have them anymore. If you do, then plz repost.

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Oh, also, I had to think up some things for this story to make this "world" actually work. That's why I started a dictionary here, about some things that are there, but aren't explained in the story.

Dictionary

Mobile phone.
The mobile phone is one of the most important tools in Eddsworld. That's why everyone who comes to Eddsworld for the first time can get a whole new mobile phone, ( there are certain types from which you can choose. The most popular one is the redberry, but for some reason those kind of mobile always breaks within two months. Due to certain theories, this happens because the green of Eddsworld despises red, and sends ultragreen radiation to break it.) or update their own.

The mobiles on Eddworld have the following standard gadgets.
You can call each other ( also known as chatting)
The Short message service ( also known as PM)
The ability to upload music, portals to other worlds* and pictures (* also known as links)
The ability to upload all of the above to certain big screens
The ability to locate other people, using their phone.
The ability to transport.

Eddsworld is a rather big world, which makes transportation necessary. A scientist who once was extremely bored, calculated that it would take 2 days, 3 hours, 42 minutes and 3 seconds to get from Blabberbox to the Roleplay section.

The following updates are available ( only to be given out by administrators)
The ability to warn people. ( a black dot appears on the users phone)
The ability to remove or edit things on the big screen.
The ability to transport other people to a place referred to as the “Big Catapult”
The ability to transport themselves to a place whose coordinates are unknown.

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Big catapult.
The Big Catapult is a place where all members go when they have three black dots on their mobile phone ( also known as warnings) or when they break one of the fundamental rules of this world.
The Big Catapult itself, which must always be written with capitals, is highly pressure sensitive.
That is why when anyone touches it, even with the tip of your toe, it will go off, and launch you back into the big black universe of the internet.
Moderators transport breakers of the law right into it.
After that, its up to the “Lazers of ban” to keep these criminals out.

The Big Catapult is located somewhere in a deep and dark forest near the place which coordinates are unknown.

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Lazers of ban.
The lazers of ban are the defence system which activates after a member gets shot back into the universe of the internet. Its purpose is to keep the people out who broke the rules. This could be for a week, a month, or forever.
When people get shot back into the black, dark universe of the internet ( from now on referred to as banned, because typing it over and over again is way to much work) their transportation code is put into the thinking brain of the Lazers of ban, together with a photograph.
Then, when a banned person tries to get back into Eddsworld ( there are two possibility's to get into Eddsworld... one is to transport yourself into it, the other is to simply fall from the sky) The Lazers of ban will create a barrier to keep them out, our shoot a huge transportation lazer, which will transport the banned person to the end of the universe.

Warnings
Last but not least, I wanted to give some warnings.

- English isn't my first language, so I asume there are Major grammer mistakes here and there. Let me know when you see them alright?
- I don't know you guys that well. I don't know how you would react in some situations. So yeah, it might be able you read something and think "OMG, I wouldn't do THAT!"" Then let me know!
- First couple of posts are going to be double posts, because I'm posting each story in a differen post because it will be easier to read.

Okay, now then, after a lof of text, which I doubt you've read all:

ENJOY.

[Syrika]

-Syrika-
Part 1

Once upon a time, there was a place where a lot of people lived a mainly happy live. This world.. or forum, or however you want to call it, had become home to many, many bored people who had wondered the large universe called “the internet” looking for a place to stay. And they had found it here, on Eddsworld.
What the use of Eddsworld was, no one knew.
Which was probably why the people lived so peaceful there.
And in that world, a 19 year old girl, although she would probably kill you if you'd still thought of her as a girl, was starring at a billboard.

With suspicion and surprise, I looked at the big billboard in front of me. It was the largest billboard here in Eddsworld, and pieces of it could be seen all over the place. For the record, this big billboard was called “announcements” And the thing that surprised me so much was that there was a big placket hanging on it with my name on it. It said that I just had become a Moderator. Me. The lousy and -never-trying-to-get-in-any-fight-so-that-I-don't-need-to-solve-it kind of member. And I was chosen to be a moderator? I can't even remember that I ever reported anyone or anything.
And now I was chosen to be some kind of internet police, to keep this forum nice and clean? This was Ridiculous.
Simsarmy must've been drunk.
Not that I complained of course.. not in the least. I mean.. I applied for it myself. And all with all I thought it was kinda exciting. ( I already checked all of my new “gadgets” of course. I noticed that my mobile had been updated, and that I now was able to remove certain things.. and persons if necessary. In my clumsy excitement I almost deleted an innocent member. Hehe) I just never would've chosen me. With curiosity I looked who was the other new one. Jay. See, now that looked like a good choice. He hadn't been here for that long, but you could just see at him.. and read from everything he did that he was a serious guy. Not to be mocked with.

My thought were violently disturbed when suddenly I felt a little tap on my shoulder. And because little taps on your shoulder most of the time indicates that you should turn around, I did.
I stared right into the big, crazy blue eyes of the Scottish person called Scotty, who stared at me with the largest grin possible.
“Congratulations.” he said to me with his lovely accent, which almost made me faint. I grinned back.
“Why thanks. I feel honoured. My step to taking over Eddsworld has come closer once again.”
He started laughing at that comment, probably not knowing that I meant it. ( which I don't! This is a story! D: )
“So what's your first task gonna be as a Mod?”
“Stealing your accent.”
“You can do that?” he actually sounded a bit surprised.
“No. But I'll try anyway.”
He grinned. “Having lolgasms again?”
“Oh, don't start. “
Just some inside information, I have a thing with accents. I'm not going to tell you what exactly, because this still isn't a 18+ story, and no, it isn't going to turn into one too, so don't get your hopes up. Its just that I.. like accents and I try to steal them. Although that is slightly impossible.
I started laughing.
“No, I don't know what my first task is gonna be.” I quickly answered before the conversation went the wrong way, which It would if I had let I continue.
“ I'll just see what you guys report.” With a handy movement I got my mobile out of my pocket, and showed it to him. “See, it got slightly updated. When you guys report something, I get an sms..“
“Nice mobile.”
“Thanks, well and then I'll move to the crime scene to solve it. It isn't that big of a deal really.”
I could see from his face that he did not thought of it the same way as I did, because he raised an eyebrow, and looked at me funny. “Not that big of a deal? You can erase members. “
“Hardly.” I answered. “I can ban them from Eddsworld, shoot them back into the large universum of the internet. Not erase them. Now THAT would be something.”
“hehe. Yeah. Although, it still is kinda big. Erasing and stuff..?. It is not a huge, but it is a responsibility. ” He sounded a bit more serious than he had done a couple of seconds ago, and I knew why that was... Although I knew Scotty as a happy-go-round person who most of the time talks about flying cheeses and whose icon was some kind of a person with the head of a duck ( I still don't understood that icon... Maybe I should ask him. Or maybe he reads this and tells me himself.) I knew he thought quite serious about the modship. And I also knew that he was quite disappointed that he again hadn't become one.
I sighed. “yeah okay, you're right. I'll do my best okay?”
“Okay. “ he grinned again. “Well, I'll be off. Need to post some pictures in blabberbox. Have you seen them already?”
“Which one?” That was a logical question, seeing as Scotty probably than more than 300 pics all over blabberbox. And a dozen sites where there were even more.
“ The ones from my trip. They're on facebook.”
“Oh those!” I started to rub my neck, because once again I remembered a promise I made a long time ago to make a facebook account, and I still hadn't. And I always rub my neck when I feel nervous. Or guilty. Or both.
“Well, no not yet. “
He closed his eyes a bit, and looked at me, kinda threatening. I started to make some nervous “hehe” noises.
“Syyyrikaaa, did you make...”
Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a noise that responded to my -oh-god-i-hope-something-happens-so-I-don't-have-to-answer-that- thought. It was my cellphone.
I looked around a bit surprised, because at first, I had no idea where the noise was coming from. But when I realised that it was my phone, I also realised that it was the only way to chance the conversation quickly to another subject. I never took out my cellphone that fast.

With two little pushes of my thumb, the little inbox screen opened ( I don't count the unblocking part) and I saw what it was, it was a “report” sms, made by Twewyfan. That really didn't even surprised me that much, he always seemed like a guy who reports a lot.
“He, whattadya now, a report! My first one! ” I said to the still threatening and amused looking Scotty. “Its from Tweety. “
“Who?”
“Oh, Twewyfan. I seem to have some trouble pronouncing his name, so I call him Tweety. And its sounds way cooler.”
“Oh.” he went quiet for a moment, probably considering if that was funny enough to laugh at. But while considering that, I saw his mind going back to the subject we talked about before, which was the photo's on his facebook. And the fact that I still hadn't made one. Now can you think, So what? Big deal. And of course, you're absolutely right. The thing is though, that I promised it... and I prefer to be a young lady of my word. When I promise something I do it... unless I forget it.
Second is that Scotty wasn't even mad, but I probably look funny when I am nervous.
“You still haven't made a Facebook, did you?”
“Gee Scotty.” I talked my way out of it “It looks really serious there in Blabberbox.. apparently some idiot is posting porn on the big screen.”
“Syyrriiikkaa”
“I reaaly should go now, Modships calling! I'll see you later kay!” I started running in the direction I knew sooner or later would lead to the place on this world called blabberbox. And if running took to long, I would probably transport myself to it.
But now I just needed to run.
“I promise I'll do it later!”
“ You'd better!” he shouted at me from a distance, he had probably decided that running after me would cost to much energy. “Or I'll make an account for you!”
I wanted to stop and shout at him that he could make me one, because he wouldn't have any pictures of me to begin with anyway. But then I remembered an old cam conversation we had ( just a normal one, you dirty bastards.) which ended in me doing very weird face movements in front of the cam ( he too) and him making ridiculous pictures of it ( me too)
I decided that making my own face book probably was the best idea.


In the meantime though, I, and the rest of Eddsworld lovely and -not-so-lovely inhabitants had no idea that the incident that just happened, apparently some idiot posting porn on the big screen, was only the beginning of something big. ( cliché, but oh so true.)
For example, that poster wasn't even a idiot.

[Syrika]

-Kyh-
Part 2

Kyh, one of the oldest members and moderators on Eddsworld, sat on a green hill. But don't make the mistake between oldest and oldest. She was one of the younger members, just one of the oldest moderators and members. Get it?
Anyway, she sat on a hill, which just happened to be her favorite. She had given it that title because it looked out over a big part of Eddsworld. She could see Blabberbox from here, a lovely big village, filled with the most absurd, even ridiculous houses and topics you have ever seen. Still, because it was full of life and rather cousy, she'd love to come there.
Her other favorite place was the Roleplaying section, which she couldn't see from here, but seeing as her mind wondered of to that part off Eddsworld I'll quickly describe how it looks.
The role play section, which lied next to Forum games, and Entertainment in a jar ( The weather was quite clear today, so when she closed her eyes a bit, she could, in the distance, just see one of the larger buildings there called” the music thread”) was quite an unusual place. For example, the Roleplay section was HUGE, but you'd probably wouldn't see it if you'd stand next to it. That was because it was a HUGE imaginary place, where anything could happen, and the place looked like you ( and a hell lot of other members) wanted it.
Kyh smiled. And the best part about it was, it wasn't real. You could do anything there.
Even streaking with Drew.

Suddenly, her mobile let out a sound of ultimate rage and terror, which coincidently was also her newest ringtone.
With a smooth movement all members seem to have on Eddsworld, she fished it out of the pocket of her jacket, and looked at it.
It was the same report from twewyfan.
“Some idiot posting porn in Blabberbox” she read. “Talk it out, to be more precise.”

Kyh sighed a bit, but also was quite amused by the idea that there would be some action again. It was good that Eddsworld had been so peaceful lately, but it had become a little boring. She didn't mind using her powers so now and then. Or having a good laugh at what some n00bs are trying to do to this world. Ahhh... she stretched her legs as she stood up. Action would be good.
She just hoped it wouldn't be Drew. She liked him, but he got into trouble way to often. And she just couldn't save his ass forever. ( although she wouldn't mind it.) ( Note from writer: Please don't kill me.)
With a couple of pushes of her left thumb, she got into the details of the report. The member seemed to call himself “Leaves” A little surprised, she raised an eyebrow. That seemed like a normal nickname. Most of the people who wonder through the universe looking for worlds to destroy most of the times had an ego of 100+, which for some reason always results in the most ridiculous names. Like SIR BAN EVADER. I mean, come on, that's just to obvious! Like a Russian spy walking into an American embassy shouting “Hey guys! I'm a spy!”
But the name “Leaves” didn't sound like one of those. Or he/she should mean “LEAVE” which he/she would do fast if he/she'd go on with it. Kyh grinned evilly, pushed another button on her mobile, and transported herself.

Right into the largest house you would find in all of Eddsworld. This was it.. the “Talk it out.” house. Originally started as a place you could come to talk things out ( which explains the name) but after that the members apparently decided this house looked way to good for such depressing conversations, just came there to talk with each other. So know you could just..chat.
And Kyh had just appeared there in a dark corner. Oh, for the record, the reason why she'd appear in dark corners was quite simple, she'd just loved to make a good entrance.
Kyh started looking around, analyzing the placemuch in the same way as those advanced moderator bots don't . That's why her conclusion that there weren't many people right now took her less time than a advanced moderator bot.
Most of the tables were empty, and the people who were sitting here right now were all staring at the biggest screen you've ever seen, hanging at one of the walls which looked extremely tiny under such a enormous screen.
And on the screens was playing..
She raised, still amused, and eyebrow. Porn? Did they call this porn? The screen showed two figures with eyes, that, although closed, looked way to large for there skull, and purple hair. One of them was moaning pretty hard, but it sounded so fake that she even let out a small giggle from hearing it. Hentai. Could you even consider that as porn? Besides, apart from one badly drawn ( still not 18+, sorry guys. ) you couldn't see anything.
Kyh finished her little analyses with a disappointed sigh. So much for a great entrance. Her appearance had been good, and her idea had proven to work ( shouting BOOH or streaking always seemed to disturb at least one member.) But the members themselves just looked the wrong way. They were all still staring at the screen, and Kyh even noticed a weird ... pleasure in some of the members eyes. So now she just stepped out the shadows and started walking towards the few people present.
Twewyfan was the first to notice her. He had turned around, probably wondering why there still weren't any moderators , when Kyh noticed that he had noticed her, and walked towards her with a hint of pride on his face. He stopped just before her, which in turn caused her to stop.
“ Some guy posted hentai here. “
“I can see that.”
“His name's leaves.”
“I know.” she responded looking, once again, quite amused. She knew tweweyfan wasn't stupid or anything, but sometimes he had just a little to much pride. He apparently became a bit pissed with her answers, because he certainly looked that way.
“Yeah well. Do something about it.” he said “ I was just about to post something when this guys showed up, posting that. “ He pointed at the screen. “Now, I really don't care that much.. although Maike's expression really disgusts me...”
Kyh turned her head for a second, and saw Maike, looking quite normal with his hat, whiskey and cigar. The only thing that looked different was that he was sitting really close at the screen, looking way to pleased with the images. She started laughing, but she could see from Twewyfan's face that that wasn't really the respond he hoped for, and it made him look at her with disgust on his face. So she decided that stopping laughing probably was a better respond.
“Anyway..” Twewy moved on, “ The weird thing is, none of us can post anything anymore. “
“What?” That little sentence disturbed her, so she looked surprised at him. “What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said. “ he answered, looking proud again, probably because he knew something she didn't. “We can't post anything anymore.”
Oh. Well that was weird.. Like we know, Kyh have been a moderator for quite some time on this world now. But she never encountered anything like this.
“Well, “ she started, putting the hands in the pockets of her star patron vest “With we, do you mean everyone? Or just you? I know you have a redberry, and you know how fast those things break here on Eddsworld..”
But much to her regrets, Twewyfan shook his head.
“No, I mean everyone. Minstrels there tried to upload some portals, and Steph tried some pictures, but they all don't work. The only thing we can see is those two moaning. “
Kyh looked at the two members twewy had just mentioned, and saw that they indeed shook their head. Maike was still looking satisfied at the screen.
She walked towards the screen, wondering what the hell could cause something like that. Maybe a hacker or something? From her first impression, the new member “Leaves” didn't look that bad to her.. the amount of porn he had posted would only given him a major warning. But this sounded a little more serious.

Of course it was easily fixed.She only had to connect her mobile to the big screen, and push the buttons that would remove certain things. The red button alone was enough to make the moaning stop, and to create a disappointing “Hey!” from Maikes lips.
“Well that's fixed.” Kyh said when Steph had tried to post some pictures and it worked. “ But what happened just now was pretty disturbing. Keep an eye out for him will you? I'll give him a warning for now, and inform the other moderators, but if he causes more trouble we maybe should have a little.. talk.”
She put some extra weight on that last word, and saw that some of the present members started to shiver. ( Having a “talk” with the moderators was much like being interrogated by the CIA. At least, that's what the rumors said) She grinned evilly. Of course the rumors weren't true ( or are they?) but the fact that most of the members believed in that made her laugh.


But if she had known how powerful the member would become, she wouldn't had given him a warning. She would have kicked him out immediately.
Unlucky for her it was already to late when she realized that.

[Syrika]

-Streetbackguy-
Part 3

Although Leaves first crime hadn't even been that extreme half of Eddsworld knew about it at lunchtime. That was partly because there weren't that much of people on Eddsworld, partly because of the fact that almost everyone on Eddsworld knew eachother, and partly because lunchtime was an illusion.

But if half of the members knew about this mysterious person called Leaves, it also meant that half of Eddsworld still didn't have a clue what kind of evil hang above their heads.
For example, the almost always good-tempered Streetbackguy still hadn't heard of the guy... but in his defense, had a perfectly good reason for that.
His first trouble at the moment supreme was that he seemed to be utterly and completely lost. A bit confused the young and brave SBG looked around him, but couldn't recolonize anything that would be worthwhile recognizing. Leaves ( lol) and trees just aren't very recognizable.
Now please note, being lost in the unpredictable imaginary place in the “Roleplay section” tend to happen a lot. Its huge, its big, and for some reason, a lot of members think deep and dark forests are a good environment to play a roleplaying in. And to get lost.
Now normally that didn't seem to be such problem in the roleplay section. Preparations are easily made, and a member can think up an compass any second. ( unfortunately SBG forgot to do so)
And even if that didn't work there was always the good old mobile phone, which had a standard GPS tracking device in it.

But that seemed just to be the problem now. His phone wasn't working.
For the fifth time already SBG stared pissed at his mobile phone, looking at the small back letters that told him that the GPS tracking device was currently out of order. Great. Damn Redberries. So now he couldn't even get back to his friends. For the record, he found himself separated from his friends after a big battle with the “Moonless Knights.” ( look above for some information about this made up RPG)
They had all fought like lions, but the Moonless Knights seemed to posses a power which was, in this state of the RPG at least, still more powerful then their own, and there was no other choice to retreat. Just a little stupid that they never said to retreat where too.
So now he was all alone. And the worst things was that he knew it was still quite dangerous around here... it wasn't a deep dark forest for nothing. That's why he hadn't loosen the grip on his sword yet... you never knew what would be lurking in the shadows.
Lurking
Waiting.
...

“AAAH!”
A scream sounded, and it was so loud and so high pitched that it took SBG a minute or two to realize that it had come from his own throat. A shadow had suddenly moved within the shadows of the trees, and it had caught him off guard, causing him to scream and to fall over a conveniently placed rock. He recovered quick however, and was now pointing his sword at the shadow.
“Revea-” He started, but coughed and started over when he noticed that his voice had made the same high pitched noises as the scream. “ Reveal yourself!”
For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a moment or so, nothing continue to happen.
He started to feel a little ridiculousness with his sword so pointing out.... and he was just about to lower it when suddenly someone did came out of the shadows.
Some one came out of the shadows... although SBG could only guess if it was “someone” though.. the thing/person was wearing a long blue cloak, which was also covering his head and mouth.. the only thing you could make out in the shadows of his face were two little, yellow glowing eyes.
It seemed scared to death though.
“D-Don't.. uh.. shoot.” The thing in front of him spoke. “Or.. S-Stab. Or something.”
SBG stared at him for a moment, but didn't lowered his sword yet. The person seemded like one who could be trusted.. but he had played enough RPG's to know that that thing could easily stab him in the aback.. or eat him, maybe.
“ Who are you?”
“ Well, at the moment a very scared boy, who still can't believe that someone is pointing a sword at him, and still wondered where the hell his clothes came from. “
SBG noticed that the boy suddenly seemed a lot more confident, probably because he had figured out that swords don't shoot. “Where the hell am I anyway?”
“You're in the Roleplay section. Moonless Knights.”
“Moonless what?”
“ Oh its the name for the knights who manged to block the sun from big parts of the world. They're pretty unique in that you know. Pretty original idea also. You see, they block the light, so that we all die, and they don't. “ SBG explained him in one breath, like it was pretty usual. “Oh, and they tend to eat people's faces.”
The stranger looked as if he didn't wanted to know that, and it went awfully quiet for a moment, while he kept looking with disgust at SBG.
After a moment or so he asked. “I am still on Eddsworld right?”
SBG smiled, and looked at the stranger. He had seen a lot of newbies stumble into the roleplay section... if you looked at the rp section in that way, it was quite dangerous... Some newer members of the forum, who didn't knew precisely how their phone worked sometimes wounded up here, with no change to transport themselves. They often were quite confused, seeing that everyone who enters a RP, suddenly wears the clothes of that RP, and a lot of strange things tend to happen.
Last time they found a member who had been lost here for two months... it took the moderators a whole week to explain that zombies didn't exist and no one was out there to kill him.
“Newbie?”
“Quite. I have no idea how I've got here or how I get out.”

Now Sbg's lowered his sword, and walked towards the person who apparently was just a newbie here looking for some help. And that was the biggest mistake he had ever made on Eddsworld... even bigger than releasing all those flying cheeses together with Scotty.

Still, at the moment, everything looked fine.
“You can just transport yourself out of here.” SBG explained to the stranger, and he suddenly remembered the stranger hadn't said his name yet. “What kind of phone do you have?”
The stranger didn't even try to remember it, but immediately took it out of its pocket, flipped it open and looked at it. “Its a Samsom 42.”
“ Oh.. well, I don't really know how those work” SBG admitted. “I have a redberry. Well anyway, usually you just go to the menu, click on transportation and select the place you wanna go. Easy peasy. Don't know if it works now though... my GPS system is not working at the moment.. I wonder why.”
For a moment, SBG was consumed by his own thought, but the bleeps and noises from the strangers phone took his attention again.
“Well mine is working.” he said to SBG. “I wouldn't know what this GPS system is that you're talking about, but at least I can get out of here now. Thanks.”
“No thanks.” he answered, being his old good tempered person again. “I'm happy to help you. Although I would even be happier if my phone acted normally again.”
“You know..” The stranger suddenly said, and if a person looked and listened very carefully, they could noticed that suddenly the attitude of the person had changed.. he moved a little more sneakier, and his voice sounded a little evil..
But SBG wasn't one of the persons who noticed that.
So he happily responded with a “Yes?”
“May I look at your phone? I don't know anything about what the GPS here is, but I'm usually quite good with fixing technical problems. Maybe I could help...?”

Rule number one on Eddsworld ( also a widely known rule in the big and immense universe of the internet) : Never give any personal information away.
Rule number 5 : Keep your phone.

He looked upon the stranger, who in return stared at him from beneath his blue cloak.
“Sure.”
He gave his phone to the stranger, who apparently, and even SBG noticed that a little, although it still didn't ringed any alarm bells, knew how his blackberry worked pretty well. He saw the little black gloved hands of the stranger slide across the touchscreen, here and there producing some satisfying sounds from the mobile itself.
“ You're not reading my PM's are you?” SBG joked, hoping that the stranger wouldn't break it. H is last phone had just died a couple of days ago, and he didn't wanted to ruin his new redberry just yet.
“No.” the stranger answered, and now, for the first time, SBG did noticed that the tone from his voice had changed dramatically. It now sounded downright evil, and it even caused him to raise his sword again.
“ Did I ever gave you my name, by the way?” The stranger looked at him, and SBG noticed that his thumb was now slowly hovercrafting above his newly gotten redberry. He wondered if he should do something.. ask for his phone back, attack or anything.. because he had just realized that given his phone away has given this stranger unknown powers.. over him. And he didn't really liked that thought.
“Its Leaves.” He said smiling.
Streetbackguy, who really isn't dumb, just a little naive, was still trying to make up his mind about attacking or doing something else. From the look on Leaves.. well, face, the guy looked like someone who could be trusted. So why was he doing so weird?
But he was still holding his phone, and it still gave him access to so many things.. his person files, PM's, the GPS of all his friends and..
Transportation.
He suddenly realized that this.. Leaves guy could now transport him to anywhere he wanted. Even to the end of the world.
With quite the shocking look at his face, he manged to get a quick look at the screen of his phone, the phone Leaves was still holding.
The transportation button shone bright into the darkness.

And Leaves pushed it.

[Syrika]

-Sirboredalot-
Part 4

With Streetbackguy gone, the threat had become much bigger. Well.. not because SBG himself was gone, but the fact that some kind of charming guy had the power to fool people into giving him their phones was considered quite a threat.
Sadly for Eddsworld, nobody knew that SBG was missing yet.


Anyway, we shall now continue our story in one of the smallest villages in Eddsworld, if it wasn't the smallest already. In this village, which is problaly more recognizable under the name “Writings showcase” an individual with unremarkable imagination stared at a full written paper in front of him. Or maybe you couldn't really call this a village.. Sirboredalot, the person who I was talking about, at least thought it wasn't. Why? Because it was just one house. One building. The Writers showcase was in fact just a huge, old and very atmospheric library. The working of this library was pretty simple. You write a story, put it in a cupboard, and when someone is bored enough to read it, they'll get it out and do so. And leave you comments if they are kind enough.

Sbal looked around him and let out a satisfying sigh. He quite liked to be here. In fact, this was probably the place where he spend most of his time. Writing a new story, putting it in a cupboard, wait behind a corner until someone reads it, stalk them until they give comments, and then feel extremely happy when someone spontaneously tell him they liked it.
But other than those exciting thrills it was just a nice and good feeling place... The smell of old books, the feeling of new paper sliding away when it slowly fills up with words, and the soft light that fell through the huge windows in here was what really gave him a happy and peaceful feeling. Almost made him Poetic.
It had that effect on a lot of other members. Strange thing their poetry always seemed to involve dead though.
He looked around one more time, and then stared again at his paper in front of him. On the paper could a well written story be read, a story about a man who just lost his wife.. or did he? He never actually got to go to her funeral, and lately he had gotten more and more suspicious about some certain things.. and persons in his area... Was it all a set up? It was the beginning of a new series he wanted and had already started to write, and now he just had to put them online.
Online? Why yes. This might be a library, but it quite wasn't as old fashioned as it appeared to be. You see, every written story must first be registered into one of the main computers here, and only after that you had permission to go and put your story into one of the cupboards. This was done out of safety regulations of course.. no one likes piracy. And it also made it very easy for the readers to see which new stories had been added.
The registering process is quite simple. We shall demonstrate the easiness of this system by following the young and extremely skilled Sbal as he enters a new story.
First, and this is one of the most important steps of registering, you walk towards a register computer. Then you sit down, and take the mouse in your right hand. Or left, depends on what you like. After that, like Sbal demonstrates, you click on the button “enter title.” The stories in the cupboards are alphabetically arranges on their titles. That is really all there is to it... you enter a title, and the registering computer searches his database to see if anyone already entered the same title. Does this really prevents piracy? Well no. You can always choose a new title. But the system trust the members of this forum to prevent such things. It only registers.
Anyway, lets get back to Sbal. He just entered his title, and now stares with quite the funny look on his face at the screen. A -you-got-to-be-joking-me kind of face. Why? Well, after he had entered the title of his new story, he clicked the “submit” button.. like always. And like always he waited a few seconds after that, so that the computer could search his database.
But the black letters that now suited the screen of the computer had left him in quite a shock. This had never happened before... his story, or at least the title of his story already existed? To be honest, it seemed a little weird to Sbal. How could that be? He always tried to get the most original stories and titles.. how can someone had the same as him? That couldn't be right. With a few clicks from his finger he managed to get some more details about it, and saw that that story, not his, had only been published yesterday. By a guy named Leaves... Leaves, leaves... wasn't that the guy who had posted porn a couple of hours ago in Talk it out? Sbal couldn't remember. But the thing he did know was that he thought this was rather weird, and worth checking out. Within a few minutes he had found in which cupboard the story of Leaves was hidden, and within a few seconds he stood in front of it.. which is quite impressive if you know that that cupboard was on the other side of the library. Lucky Sbal knew what he was looking for, so he found it in a couple of minutes. Of course, that wasn't very hard, seeing as the book was a little more well formed, thicker, and darker than the other ones. And it had “LEAVES” in huge capital letters printed all over the cover.
And the title was precisely the same as he had wanted to do. Hm. He opened the book, interested to see what was inside. And then he didn't mean the pages, because he already had figured out that there were pages. Lots of them, to be honest. But the thing he was interested in were the letters that suited those pages. And the second he opened the book, it were those same letters that shocked its very bone.
They were exactly the same. As his story I mean.
The blood started to pound in his ears, due to an reaction that had suddenly caused his heartbeat to overreact. This couldn't be right, this was his story! How could he know.. how could he have..? He turned some pages, but as he read it, he saw that every single word of it was written by him. And the scary part was.. it also already contained the pages he haven't even tried to publish yet! How could this.....?
That Leaves guy.. he must have gotten a hold of his papers . But how, and when? He always caries his stories with him in a stylish black bag, except when he gets into roleplaying. ( That reminds him, where had Streetbackguy gone?) With his heartbeat still racing because of all the rage building up inside, he took out his mobile phone with a neat movement and called a moderator. Any moderator. He didn't care, as long as he got his story back.
Incidentally, Syrika was the first moderator to get his message, and so the first one to pop into the big library more usually known as the Writer's showcase. When Sbal saw her, a little smile popped onto his face. He was quite glad to see that Syrika was the one to come there.. he knew how she liked his stories, and he was sure that Syrika would try to fix it.

Sadly for him, he found out that Syrika had some rules to obey too.
“ Isn't there anything you can do then?”
“Well no. Not officially anyway.” he saw that Syrika looked at the papers he'd given her, and back to the book. “Wow, this really is weird.”
“Tell me about it. He stole a story I haven't even finished yet. But why not?”
“Can you proof me that you wrote those papers before he did? Or that he stole it.”
He hesitated. “No.”
“Well there you go. I can't really do anything without proper evidence. God, never imagined I would ever say that. Anyway, if I did something about it, it would count as power abuse.”
“I wouldn't tell anyone.”
“Gehehehe. Still.”
“Still? He still stole my story, that's what bothering me big time. I won't let him take the credit for something I wrote!”
“And it wouldn't be fair either.” Syrika added quickly after she clearly had gotten the angry look on Sbal's face. He didn't get mad easily, but if he did...!
“I can see that this is your style alright, and it is hard to believe that this Leaves has the same imagination as you do. But what do you want me to do? Ban him for something I and you can't proof?”
“For example. Or you can just go to the computer and erase his file.”
“I can do that?”
“You don't know?!?”
“He, I've only been a mod for a couple of hours! First report I had was snitched away by Kyh. Ey, but wasn't that report also about Leaves?”
“You're the mod, you tell me!” Sbal answered furiously, he really started to get frustrated now. “And I don't really care either. Just.. do something about it alright? Ban him, Erase him..”
“I can't “
Sbal ignored her. “Or just get him here so we can ask him in person!”
“I can do that too?” Syrika answered with eyes wide of surprised, but he saw them closing very quickly when he stared at her with a look of pure frustrating and anger, dangerously twitching with his fingers. He kept staring at her while she quickly get out her phone and touched some of the buttons on it.

Suddenly a boy appeared, just a couple of meters in front of them. Sbal noticed that he looked quite bewildered for a moment, probably wondering how the hell he suddenly got here. So he quickly figured out that this person must be Leaves, and that Syrika just summoned him. She could work on her aiming though.
Suddenly the boy looked around, looking straight at Sbal and asked, not to his surprise. “How did I get here?”
“I uh.. Summoned you.” Syrika said before he could answer. “I think. You're Leaves?”
“Yes.”
“Then I summoned you.”
“Really? Need to work on that then....”
Sabl raised his eyebrow, because he found that last sentence a little odd. But he only did it for a short time, because after that he quickly got back to the main problem.. His stolen story.
“I know something you need to work on. “he started. “Your stealing skills. You stole my story.“
Leaves did not answer. Which Sbal at the moment saw as a good sign, but seeing as Leaves started to play with his mobile phone at this same moment, it absolutely was not.
“You're not defending yourself?”
“ Do I need to?”
“Do you?”
“ A question followed by a question. Very original.“ Leaves answered sarcastically. Which made Sbal a little more angrier than he had already been.
“Well anyway, we'd like to talk further about that.” Syrika said, apparently trying to stay neutral, and maybe to calm Sbal down a little.
“I bet you will.. Ta.”
Without a further word, he turned around and walked away.

Which left Syrika and Sbal quite surprised,.
“Did he just..?” Syrika started.
“Yes.”
“O.”
A short pause followed. They both didn't really knew what to do really. “I think we should go after him.” Sbal then concluded. “It isn't right for him to just walk away, is it?”
“No it isn't.”
“And he still stole my story.”
“Yes.”
Again, a short pause, and then they both started to walk towards the direction Leaves had just did. Sbal knew instinctively that he couldn't had gotten that far in this short amount of time.. so if they turned the corner he probably would still be there. Which he was. When they both passed the second cupboard full of self written books, they could see him standing by a wooden door into the wall. For a split second Sbal his mind wondered if that door had always been there, because he couldn't really remember. But then the rest of his mind decided that it wasn't important and he immediately forgot it. As they walked closer, he saw that Leaves apparently heard then coming, and the brown haired guy looked at them, with the door already half open. His eyes looked surprisingly friendly, but Sbal already had figured out that this guy had the ego the size of a planet, and was probably faking that look.
“ What is it?” Leaves asked.
“Well, we said we wanted to talk with you.” Syrika started.
“Yes? So?”
“Uh.. well, you know, that usually means we want to talk with you. It is quite suspicious that your work looks so much like Sbal's one, so we want to figure that out. ”
“O. Right. Well you know, I don't really have the time, so later maybe.” Leaves smiled, and now was already halfway through the door he held open. But Sbal wouldn't let it happen for the second time, and walked towards it.
“Geez, are you deaf?” he started, frustrated. “We want to talk with you. By walking away you only keeps confirming that you indeed stole my work!” That wasn't really true but he, who cares.
“Who said I didn't do it then?”
“So you DID??”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I could, apparently. ”
Sbal wasn't very pleased with that, and to be honest, that last answer didn't really made much sense either, but he really didn't care much about that. The thing he was very pleased with at the moment was that Syrika had been watching this silly 2-second conversation. Because now he had proof. He looked at her, and noticed that she looked quite surprised, probably confused by the fact that a criminal actually confessed a crime.
“I have proof now.” He said with a lot of triumph in his voice. “So NOW can you ban him?”
“She's a mod?” That was the brown haired guy known as Leaves again, and Sbal saw he looked surprised.
“Yes.”
He went quiet for a moment, probably thinking about it. Yes, that's right, think about how stupid you've been, think about how dumb it was to say it here out loud in front of a moderator, one of the many Internet police around here..
He saw that Leaves looked at Syrika quiet serious, than at Sbal quite mad, and than closed the door he had been standing all that time in.
Which, again, left the two looking surprised at the wooden door, with their mouth open.
“This is making less and less sense. “ Sbal sighed, and walked towards the door. “He can't honestly believe he can hide behind a door now can he?”
He opened the door and walked through it.

The door disappeared behind him.
And now I can describe a long and boring, though interesting conversation between Sbal and Leaves, but the truth is that that didn't happen. The only thing that happened was that Sbal found himself in a place he had never seen before, and will probably never see again in his life.. if he managed to get out during his current lifespan.
You see, the door Sbal had just gone through was an escape door, specially made by Leaves. He could do that you know. That's why I kept and keep saying he is a dangerous guy. He can DO stuff.
The escape door lead to the background of Eddsworld.. which means the background system. The Digital system. The system that for instant made it possibly to transport from one side of Eddsworld too another, and the system that made it possible to build houses just by wanting them. ( for example the Role play section and the simple fact that if someone said “Hey, I want a topic about..” there suddenly stood a house.) And the worst part was, like Sbal had just found out describing from the shocked and quite horrified look on his face, was that you can't transport yourself out of it. You had to make doors. Leaves knew how to do that, he didn't. There was one other person who could make doors appear into the digital system, But that person didn't know Sbal was stuck there. And Syrika only knew that Sbal had gone... somewhere.

Which made this all the more unpleasant. Streetbackguy kidnapped, Sbal trapped. And Leaves still on the loose. What was this world coming too?

[Syrika]

-<Insertnamehere>-
Part 5

We'll begin this little story by checking upon the events until so far. As you know, the things that have happened so far, aren't the most serious ones. I mean, Eddsworld had suffered worse than that, really... REAL n00bs, REAL evil guys trying to destroy this forum, and not even that long ago, even one of the Eddsworld gang members broke out of the Aslym and wrecked havoc on the forums. Now those were the really terrible days. Not like this Leaves guy.. not yet, anyway.
Still, he had caught the attention of a the mods, which was why they were now all busy having a meeting at the place which Coordinates are unknown.
“Quite clever” you might think as you're reading this. “Meetings are good. In meetings problems get solved and stuff. They'll know what to do. Right?”
Well, we surely hope so. Its just that in their rush to try and understand the whole damn thing they forgot one little thing though. .. if every mod was having a meeting... Then who was watching after Eddsworld?


In a whole other village, a young girl sat at a round table, looking extremely tense in front of her. Her name was <insertnamehere.> Which was quite a weird name, I agree with you on that. That's why most of her friends called her Puddles, for a reason that is still unknown to the writer of this story. But they all did. Even the people who Puddles liked to call her friends, and were sitting together with her at exact the same table. Although maybe now they weren't much of a friend.. More enemies. Friendly enemies.
“,a spoon, three-hundred kitties, nine games, and the four penguins from Madagascar.” XblahX finally finished, and took a deep breath like he had just said one very long sentence with one breath. Which he had. “Pwoe. Did I forget anything?”
Some of the other members shook their head in surprise and admiration.
“Right. “ He grinned and looked at her. Sweat started to form on Puddles forehead, and she desperately tried to repeat all the things he just said in her head. It wasn't working.
“You're turn.”
It went quiet. Everyone stared at her, no, gazed at her with so much curiosity on their faces that it almost started to hurt. They were all wondering. Would she make it, would she not? There was even a small and high noise coming from Stephlovespiders, who couldn't control her excitement that well.
She took a deep breath. Very deep.
“I'm going on a holiday, and I take with meee...” Another deep breath. “ A backpack, a cellphone, a sleeping bag, food, cheese, bread, sugar, my hat, a game of chess, earrings, a book, my dog, my cat, a shark, a knife, two apples, a tank, a plane, a bomb, a how-to-survive-the-end-off-the-world for dummies book, a ninja blade, a shuriken, goggles, ducktape, a duck, aluminum foil, a grill, a plant, my favorite perfume, toxic, a box glove, a normal glove, a scarf, Scar, a lion, a baboon, a fish called Nemo, a fish called Wanda, Glue, a funny accent, a blue bird, a mockingbird, a gun, bullets, a rope, water, a spoon, three-hundred kitties, nine games, and the four penguins from Madagascar.”
She finished with a loud gasp for breath, and then some serious and nervous coughing. Did she made it? To be honest she thought she'd forgotten at least one or two of them.
Looking up from her coughing, she saw that some of the members had eyes as big as plates. Or with other words, they looked surprised beyond imagination. She started giggling a bit because of the funny looks on their faces, and also because it made her a bit scared, and quickly turned towards the person who she knew a bit better as Eddsemplary, who was just scanning a piece of paper with his eyes at the speed of sound. ( Light's just a little to fast.)
“Amazing...” he broke the silence that had fallen when Puddles had stopped coughing, everyone wondered if she had made it. Would she, as the first on Eddsworld, break the Magical record of remembering 49 words?

Well of course she would. Why else would he say “amazing?”
“They are correct.” Eddsemplary answered in a surprise, and Puddles saw him pushing his glasses a little further up on his nose. “ All of them. Not a single mistake.”
For a moment, their was complete silence. No one said a word, they all just slowly turned her head towards her. And she, with a head which was now red as a tomato, just grinned.

Then everyone went insane.
“Holy F- Puddles, that was amazing!”
“How did you managed to do that?”
“I bet she's cheating.”
Suddenly Puddles stood in the center of the attention, and everyone tried to congratulate her, or at least wanted to hell her how awesome she had been. And she just laughed friendly at them, explaining that she didn't cheat. Which she actually really didn't, don't worry. She could have of course, if she wanted too. She was not the first one to found out that there was a recording function on her cellphone. She could've just taped the thing and repeated that. ( although it might be a little suspicious, an extra voice) But that would've ruined the fun of the game. And what's a game without the fun?
For the record, the small village Puddles and her friends were staying at the moment, was the lovely little place known as “Forum games.” If you liked games... silly ones, serious ones, and even frustrating ones, this was the place to be. Even the streets that separated the many little houses here had to do something with games. The street itself looked like a giant “Game of the goose” bord, and some of the houses had a chess pattern, or were shaped in the form of a pawn. Yeah. You didn't have to be a genius to figure out where you were.

“Hold on!” Steph yelled in utter excitement. “I'll get the present!” She ran away and Puddles watched her go, raising an eyebrow in amusement. A present? Did they get her a present? Ahhw, they shouldn't have done that!
It took Steph a while, but when she came back, Puddles noticed that she was holding a huge cake. And then I mean huge. She couldn't even see Steph's face anymore as she was stumbling towards a table and put it down.
Puddles walked towards it, surprised and amused. “ Oh my god guys!” she started. “All of that because of this game? “
“Well no.” XblahX said, looking at her with a huge grin on his face. “I mean, yeah, its also for that of course, but mainly we baked this cake for your Birthday.”
She laughed. “Ohw that makes a lot more sense. I mean, you couldn't have known that I'd remember all the fifty words, could you. Thought it was a little weird.” She laughed. “But ohmygod guys, my birthday? You remember my birthday?”
“Kinda hard to forget it, after you'd only told us a hundred times.”
“What? That's not true! ”
“Okay, maybe 50. “ Eddsemplary grinned.” But he, be glad! Look at that, its a huge cake!”
Puddles laughed back and grabbed the closet person to hug, which, quite unlucky for her, was Steph, whose thoughts that maybe now would be a good idea to head for the other side of the room came just a split second to late.
“I know guys, I knoooow! “ She said with a high pitched voice, which for a change wasn't coming from terror or fear, but from pure excitement. “Thanks soooo much! I'd never thought you'd do anything for it!”
“Well, we ARE your friends after all. “ XblahX simply explained, and then started pointing at the small person Puddles was still hugging, now looking kinda blue. “ Although her friendship would be over quite soon, if you don't let go.”
With surprising Puddles quickly looked down, and saw that Steph indeed had become very blue already, maybe even purple.
“Can't... breath..”
“OH!” Her head became once more as red as a tomato, ans she quickly let go of Steph who started gasping for breath the second after.
“Ehhehehe. Sorry.” She said with a guilty smile.


Suddenly, the door this little lovely Pawn shaped house was having opened, showing a very stupid and pale looking boy. At first hand, it looked like nobody noticed him, they were all to busy having a piece of Puddles her big birthday cake, laughing, and having a good time. But then one of them went silent, and looked at the door post. Which triggered everyone, including Puddles to look that way.
The guy was giving her the creeps. He was pale, way to pale for his own good, and looked incredibly stupid. So stupid in fact, that he was actually drooling. And then his eyes.. his eyes looked at nowhere in particularly, but at the same time pierced through anything he saw.
To be honest, he looked a little like a zombie. He matched the description all right. Way to pale, drooling, black hair with stupid baseball cap on it, a black shirt that was covered in stains that could actually be blood, ragged jeans and sport shoes. Still, no one in the room even thought about that possibility. Why? Because it was absurd! There were no Zombies here, only in the roleplaysection. And they were all made up anyway.
And thinking that way just became their biggest mistake.

The boy continued to stay in the door. The room continued to be silent.
Which really frustrated Puddles at the moment, she just wanted to celebrate her little birthday party her friends had just given her. And by the looks of it, now some stupid, and then she meant really stupid n00b was coming to ruin it. Still, she didn't say anything. The guys eyes were hypnotizing, and creeping her out big time. So she kept quiet.
But then again, everyone did. Now nobody said anything. She took a quick look around, seeing if anyone was just maybe about to say anything. But although she crossed a lot of looks that looked her way, nobody looked like he or she was.
Sighing once, she decided that she had no other choice to speak up for herself then.
“Err..” she started. “ Hello there boy we don't know. Err.” she didn't wanted to sound too rude, so she actually had a hard time picking out words. “ We are kinda, like, having a party. Would you mind coming back later or something? Its.. Its a friend thing.”
It went silent again as she waited for answer. An answer hat never came. The boy just continued to drool in the door post, not moving a muscle. But at least Puddles words had broken the weird and awkward silence that everyone was felling, and some other members now also started to look funny at the pale young men.
“Uhm.. sir?” She heard another voice saying something, and noticed that it had been Step, who even was as brave to step an inch towards the boy. “Did.. uhm, lets just say its closed okay?” You could hear from her voice that she was pretty nervous, although you didn't really need her voice to figure that out. Puddles looked a bit different than Steph, seeing as she wasn't nervous, but was getting more and more frustrated by the fact that the boy didn't say a bloody thing.
“What's he doing?”
“Is he deaf or something?”
“More like dead.”
There sounded some nervous giggling after that.
But STILL not from the boy.

Puddles was just about to step forward and bash in the guys head with a baseball bat if he didn't leave, but before she even had the change to find a bat, someone other had apparently find the courage to walk towards the boy. And the brave person was XblahX.
“Ooookay now.” he started. “What's wrong with you? We just kindly ask you to leave alright?” He walked even further towards the boy, probably with the intention to gently force the him outside. “Its her birthday and we just wanna celebrate it with - “Suddenly, he stopped in the middle of a sentence and looked towards the mountain that Forum games was lying on.
“Holy mother of- what's that?”

Well, she wouldn't know, because she couldn't see anything from her. The windows in this pawn shaped house were huge, but seeing as they had closed the curtains to create a little more atmosphere here, you couldn't really look through them.
But whatever he was seeing, it apparently had shocked XblahX quite a bit, and it had made Puddles curious as hell. She walked towards the window, well actually more like running, and tore down the curtains in her curiosity.
And there she saw.... a town. Which was nothing special. The thing that was special though, was that that town hadn't been there a couple of hours ago. But it looked like it had been there forever.
“What's a town doing there? She asked to some other members who are now standing besides her.
“Isn't that were the roleplaysection should be?” she heard Eddsemplary besides her.
“Well, it was there a few hours ago. I think, anyway. Didn't really see it. But that was the whole point of it right? You can't see Roleplay. We would go slightly mad if we did.”
“I think, yeah.”
“So where did that town came from?”
“Well, I'd imagine someone thought it up.”
“But we shouldn't be able to see it right?” Puddles asked, knowing that that question was only repeating information, but she also knew that the writer of this story was kinda stuck now and tried to do anything to keep the story going.
“Didn't we established that already?”

Suddenly, a horrified , yet a bit girlish scream sounded from somewhere near the doorway, and it immediately gave Puddles an excuse to not answer that repeating question, but also to get an horrified look on her face.
The boy had moved.
Not that far though, the only real thing he had done was move his hands a little upwards, so that he could grab Xblahx's arm, and moved his head a little down so he could bite in it.
Yes, bite. XblahX had already pulled back his arm in terror, but the blood had already started to flow down his arm, now that it didn't have the veins to flow through anymore.
She let out a high scream when she realized why the boy had looked like he was dead, because he actually was, ( took them quite some time, didn't they?) It was a bloody zombie! And bloody it was! He had manages to bite through XblahX thick weather, and had ripped the skin clean off, now showing some of the underneath veins, and some of the torn muscles that actually were falling out of his arm. Xblah himself was gasping for breath and screaming, and was getting into a shock rather fast. He was not the only one screaming though.
“MY ARM! MY ARM!”
“OH MY GOD?!?”
“HE BITE ME!”
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?”
“HE BITE ME!”
The zombie was still standing in the hallway, and was calmly chewing on a piece of XblahX's arm, blood dripping down his chin. He didn't really seemed to be bothered with the screaming around him really. He just stood there, and glanced at nothing in particular.
Puddles snapped.
I'm not going to describe precisely what she did, because that is, even against a zombie, extremely violent. The only thing I will mention is that she, while the others were stills screaming in terror, managed to get a real sharp thing, and while screaming “YOU RUINED MY PARTY!” got the zombie out of the house.
Well, not entirely. He had to leave his eyeball, a toe, some fingers and his entire left arm behind.
Now she just stood gasping against the wooden door, covered in blood the zombie had spilled, and tightly holding on to the really sharp thing, which was, she only noticed it now, actually nothing more than a giant Mikado stick.
When she quickly looked around her she saw that Xblah had already fallen to the ground, looking still very shocked, and already very pale. A puddle of blood has started to from around him, and he was still sceaming in terror, although it screams now had quiet down to a soft moaning. His eyes looked all over the room, and it looked like he was stepping in and out of consciousness.
Some other members were trying to patch him up, but she could see from their movements that they actually had no idea what they were doing. Which was understandable ofcourse. This was the Eddsworld forum, not the “United docters forums.”
Then there were some members who weren't really doing anything, except for standing at a table, his eyes as big as plates, and filled with tears. Some of them were softly sobbing, one of them was trying to reach the mods with his cellphone, and some were comforting the others.
Puddles her face softened. She knew she had only manages to drive the zombie out because she had been in pure rage, he had hurt one of her friends. Maybe not one of her dearest friends, but still! That doesn't matter! And the fact that he actually had ruin a birthday party for her also played a big part. And no, that wasn't selfish. She was happy that her friend had done that for here, extremely happy. And she wanted to show their her appreciation by making them all have a great time. But that was all over now wasn't it?
Her back lost the grib she had have on the front door, and she started to slip down. When she hit the ground she looked around, and softly started crying. And don't be like, “BooHoo, crybaby” just imagine you would just have seen a friend partly being eaten by a zombie. Even you would cry, I just now. Just from shock. Its a perfect normal reaction.
So although it might seem a little cliché, she sat now on the ground and was softly crying. Still, her mind just happened to have some space left for the more serious questions.

What the hell just happened?
How did the town appear in the place where the roleplaysection used to be?
Or maybe it was the roleplay section? It would explain where the zombies came from.. but since when did they appear outside of that section? They shouldn't be real!


If Puddles had looked outside at that moment, maybe, only maybe, would she have seen the cause of the resent events. A young boy with brown hair was at that precise moment standing upon one of the highest building in the town that had just appeared.
Zombies were crawling at the ground beneath him, but it didn't matter to him. No. To be honest, he even was a little mad at him for still being here. He had just freed the zombies from the limits of the people's imagination, so why were they still here? They were free.
He signed. Didn't matter. He was pleased enough that it had worked. Roleplay section was real now, due to his little....hm, changes in the background system. Quietly and evilly, he smiled. Soon he would be ready.
He got his old samsung42 out of his pocket, and quickly pushed some buttons. Fr a moment, a ultragreen line was appearing around him, moving further away from him like a ripple in water.
Then, he disappeared.

[Syrika]

-Maikie_G-
Part 6

“Fuck, Really?”
Maikie_ G, for now on to be called Maikie, laughed and leaned back in his rather comfortable chair. The sound of his laugh echoed throughout the room, which, when further examined, looked a lot like an old Mafia movie. The room was really dark. Of course there was some light, that weird yellow light that shone upon the table in the middle looked like it was invented to make it all look a little more creepier.
Two chairs stood next to the table ( obviously), and in one of them was sitting Maikie, leaning back laughing, with in one hand a cigar, and in the other a whiskey. You know, like usual.
In the other chair sat a young man we all had come to hate already.
And his name was Leaves.

Maikie wiped the tears out of his eyes. Tears from laughing, mind you. He would never cry of course. Would ruin his image.
He looked at Leaves with one blurry eye. You know, when you got a chance to know him, this guy was an absolute genius. A dangerous one, but a genius nonetheless.
“And after that?” he asked him. They had been talking about SGB, who, if you still remember him, had been sent somewhere by Leaves.
“Well, I can say it was a rather accomplished mission.” Leaves grinned. “He went mad.”
“Mad?” He raised an eyebrow.. “Mad as in Oh-my-god-I'm-gonna-kill-everyone or stare in the distance and play with your lips mad?”
He noticed that Leaves, who had been a little on the edge since their conversation started, now finally started to relax. Which made him feel a little edgy, “The first one I'd say. Have you been in talk it out lately?”
“Not recently no.”
“Well, its a mess.” Leaves started to grin. “Not a really smart guy, SBG. Instead of destroying things here and there he immediately went for Jay. Got banned rather fast.”
“Hm.” Maikie took of sip of his whiskey and immediately felt the burning sensation of alcohol running down his throat. He was real glad he had had his whiskey with him when he encountered Leaves, because he would certainly have needed it. And needed it. Now. Not too much though. “Damn. Shame to lose such an successful experiment.”
“Lose? Who said I lost it?”
Maikie looked at him, and noticed that Leaves grin, who looked quite evil in his normal proportion, had become even wider. He also noticed that Leaves expected another question, probably filled with surprise. He decided to play along.
“You didn't?”
“Not really. SBG indeed got banned, but turning the “Lazers of ban” off didn't proof to be that difficulty.” Leaves' grin got even wider, and for a split second Maikie wondered how his mouth could take that without ripping open. “He's already back on Eddsworld. “
“Really now?” That guy really was a genius.. he took another sip of his whiskey.
“Why yes. But don't worry, for the safety of us all, I got him locked up for the moment. I can't use puppets who run loose, not yet anyway. I think I could say this experiment has been a bit too successful.”
Maikie had wanted to make a smart comment to that, but suddenly something moved in the corner of his eye. He turned his head, and noticed that they weren't quite alone. Behind Leaves stood another person.. safely hiding in the dark, and If he hadn't moved just now Maikie wouldn't have noticed him at all. Him? He thought it was a him anyway.
An unpleasant feeling started to form in his stomach, which he suppressed with another sip of alcohol. He nodded with his head towards the almost unnoticeable person.
“Another one of your experiments?”
Leaves nodded. “Test subject number 3. Worked out a bit better than number one, if I might be so bold. It does have a name of course, but I really can't stand all those weird nicknames with numbers in it. So I gave him a number instead. “
So it was indeed a him right? Maikie tried to get a better look at him, but the person didn't move at all, and he wouldn't recognize him anyway. The person did however made him curious about the precise working or whatever about those experiments.
“Three you say? So what happened to the other two?”
Suddenly, the look on Leaves his face changed. Had it been all quite evilly but still funny until now, now his expression was a little more serious, and he slowly leaned towards Maikie, which he experienced to be rather uncomfortable really.
“The other two? Really interesting story really. But why do you want to know?”
“Whut?” He blinked his eyes.
“Why do you want to know that? Your curiosity is wonderful, but it does start to be rather.. suspicious.”
“Suspicious? How can I be the suspicious one here? You fucking kidnapped me!”
“Kidnapped? What a harsh word. You were wondering aimlessly around the old houses from talk it out, and I just wanted a friend to speak with.”
“Well even If I was wondering aimlessly around the talk it out section, its not normal to grab someone by the shoulder and drag him into a house. ” Maikie responded with a calm yet sarcastically undertone “Which reminds me I still need to beat the shit out of you. Don't think the whiskey will help me forget that.”
“You haven't answered my question yet. “
“Well what's to answer? You tell me things, and I ask questions about it. As far as I know it, that's just being polite. I was raised that way anyway. Kind of. ”
Leaves face showed an expression of surprise, but Maikie wasn't really buying it. The guy he had just been talking too for the last hour had been a really smart and in control kind of guy, and Maikie didn't expect him to start any small talk conversation until there was a reason for this. The reason for this, perhaps, was to finally tell why he invited Maikie here to this lovely tea party anyway.
“So you don't have a reason to ask me? Not besides being polite to me, I mean.” Again, a pointless and very suggestive question, which was only mend to lead him in one direction. He sighed. Of course he would deny it, but that would take them anywhere would it? Besides, this fucking mascarade has gone on long enough. (and because the writer has no idea where this is going.).
“Oh I do.” Sarcasm could be heard dripping off his tongue, and it even reached Leaves this time, who responded : “I can sense some sarcasm there.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“I already noticed that you are rather smart. Which means you must have already knew who I was when I “invited” you and also must have some theories about all of this. “
He signed. “Well lets put it this way. I am a simple member of Eddsworld, just kind off well known in this community. Well, known anyway. So, at one point things get starting strange. A guy shows up. Indeed, I do know about the fucking bastard, and although I kinda have respect for what he does, I also thought he had something to do with some of the members disappearing. So I go looking for him. And there he suddenly is, dragging me into an old house, and telling me all lovely plans about his master plans and stuff. Freaking weird, don't you think?”
He smirks. “Which is also pretty obvious by the decor you chose, really, this is a little too cliché.”
“Anyway, I pretty much figured out that it can't be right for a bad guy to discuss all his master plans with some member, which can only means two things. One: You want something from me, and most likely it is to make me one of those damn puppets, which won't work, because I will have killed you before hand. Second.” He paused and thought about it for a second. “Uhm.. don't know about that one yet.

Now Leaves started to smirk. “Well aren't you the smart one.”
“I am, thank you very much.”
“And of course you are absolutely right, which pleases me. Now I know you indeed are a bit smarter than all the other members, instead of just pretending. Which also means you'd make a wonderful experiment.”
“You did heard me say the killing bit didn't you?” Maikie replied, and looked at Leaves, who looked like he was feeling much to comfortable now. Which was kinda obvious. If Maikie had had a bodyguard lurking into the shadows, probably more, and was controlling the whole situation he'd be comfortable too. Just a shame it was the other way around now.
“Oh I did. I just don't think you would exactly win.”
“Oh? “ Maikie raised an eyebrow, and tried to send as many bad ass vibes through his look as he could. “ Well let me warn you then fucker.” he started with an extremely low and soft voice.” I do have a lot of anger lingering inside me for everyone who tries to fuck up this world. And you're getting pretty close to triggering it.”
The boy with the brown hair looked at him. Boy.. that was right, that stupid kid was nothing more than a kid. With his brain on the right place indeed, but still a kid. What the fuck did he think he was doing? It pissed Maikie even more off to see that that kid was actually starting to laugh now.
“Pretty evil indeed.” Leaves answered. “But are they all words or..?”
In a moment of rage, and maybe in utter foolishness, Maike stood up, and pushed his chair aside.
“You know, I actually realized by now that you are rather smart. Smart, but nothing more. And that last comment just now pissed me off a little too much.”
His hands turned into two fists.
“So bring it on.”
Aaaaaand suddenly something you would have never expected in an old mafia movie happened! ( and yes, that sentence is loaded with sarcasm.)
Five people, yes five, jumped outside the shadows and they all looked they were ready to beat the shit out of him. Oh. So there were four more. Five.. that was a bit too much for Maikie's liking. Which a face that said shit-that-was-rather-stupid he looked around and saw that the person he had wanted too fight, the so called Leaves, of course wasn't among them. No he just stood in the shadows, on a safe distance, grinning like a madmen.
“No THAT.” Leaves started. “really wasn't that smart.”
“I have my moments.”
“I'm sure you do.” Maikie saw that he was enjoying this way too much. “Interesting though. I'm just dying too see how this works out. And either way this will be a win-win situation for me, don't you think?”
He didn't say anything.
Leaves signed. “Not even a smart comeback. How boring. Attack.”
The five members rushed towards him.

“Son of a bitch!”

[Syrika]

-Simsarmy-
Part 7

Getting pretty fucked up, don't you think? Well, then let me free you of some of your worries, there were actually some people now who were starting to notice that everything that was happening to Eddsworld wasn't quite right..
Most of them were the members who had been exposed to Leaves evil plans, but the moderators were now panicking a bit too. And Simsarmy of course.

Lets go back to Kyh's favorite hill shall we? Why? I'll explain in a second. Now, can you remember it? It was high and green, and it looked over a big part of Eddsworld. For example, take a look at your left. There lies the biggest city of Eddsworld, the so called Blabberbox. It had the most beautiful, most ridiculous and highest buildings in all of Eddsworld. Except of course for the highest building of all, but I'll describe that one in a second. Patient, my young readers!
Then in the far north, you could just see the tops of the buildings in “Entertainment in a jar”, but unfortunate, now you can't. The weather is a bit down today it seems, really dark and gloomy clouds are forming above the horizon and anywhere between here and that same horizon. A shame really... Eddsworld can be so beautiful on a summer day...
Anyway! Now I'll give you the explanation why I took the difficulty to take you and your imagination here, and describing it all once again for you guys. Its because I wanted to show you something where our next part starts. And yes, I could've just taken you to the place where this part start, but I its quiet an impressive building if you ask me, and some things about this are really amazing, so I thought it would be worth showing it to you and explain some of its features. Now, we haven't seen this before, but that was because the first time we came here ( when Kyh sat here) she was looking at the wrong side of Eddsworld. Like we are all doing now.
But now I dare you to look around. Yes, go ahead. Can you see it? I would be really surprised if you couldn't, really.
There, just a little south from here, stands the largest tower Eddsworld gave home too. It is completely white, and its made from the shiniest marble you'd ever seen, just to show off probably. From here, it just looks like a giant needle sticking right out of the world, pointing towards the sky, and even sticking through a couple of the above lying clouds. Except that a needle wouldn't have 3 giant platforms, alright. ( The giant platforms, just an little inside informations, are for the different type of people with “world changing” powers. The lowest platform is for the normal mods and anyone else, the second platform is for the global moderators, and the third and highest platform was for the Administrator, Simsarmy himself.)
And now, I'll even tell you what this is. This is it. THE secret place for all the moderators, administrators and any other persons on Eddsworld that had any kind of “world chancing”powers. And I know that right now it doesn't seem very secret right? It looks like you could walk just towards it, enter it and say hello to everyone. But that isn't quite true. You see, this building stands in the middle of the place which coordinates are unknown.. and no one ever had managed to find that either. Just think of it as a rainbow really. Only moderators knew how to get to the end.

And the highest platform, that's where we're going. Upon entering the room, you immediately notice that it is pretty dark in here, and at the same time extremely light. The light is coming from all the computer screens, computers, screens ( ha ha, 3 different things!) that are tidy put against the left wall. With a quick look on all those computer screens you can see that this really is the place from where Eddsworld is made and ruled. At the moment most of the screens show an aspect of Blabberbox, and other screens show a part of the now visible Roleplay. The smallest screen, hanging in the upper right corner shows a profile sketch, and I don't think I'd have to say whose profile sketch that is.

Before all those huge screens sat our own beloved administrator, better known at Simsarmy. There are a lot of theories on how the hell he got that name, but we won't discuss that any further now. Why? Because Sims looks like he's a bit stressed at the moment, and that certainly is far more interesting then his whole name thing.
Sims typed, without looking, some sort of code on his huge fucking keyboard, and looked hopefully at some of the screens showing the Roleplay section.
Second passed and nothing happened, which caused Simsarmy to say some very unfriendly words and turn his attention to the huge keyboard again, his fingers racing over the buttons, typing in combinations no human mortal could ever read and/or understand.
You see, Simsarmy had noticed the presence of Leaves at this point, and was pretty damn pissed at the guy. Why? Because, and he really didn't like admitting this, this guy was sneaking through everything Sims and Johnathan had created in the beginning, and left no trails whatsoever. Ban systems, posting methods, the safety issues on the mobile phones, and even the background system, apparently Leaves could, see and come everywhere he wanted, and do as he pleased.
And to make matters a bit worse, everyone on Eddsworld, the sane people anyway, were now depending on him to make everything work again. Which was logical, but extremely annoying at the same time. Panicking members sending disturbing messages, moderators who had no idea what to do, everyone was asking him for advice, while he didn't even knew what to do about this Leaves guy himself! He had already banned him twice, but the baning system was pretty fucked up by now, and he already had gotten a disturbing message saying that “SIR BAN EVADER” was back on Eddsworld.
And now he was trying to deal with all this shit at the same time. He was getting pretty exhausted at the moment really, and was starting to feel a bit hopeless when the next combination also didn't seem to do anything good.

Four hours later Simsarmy had fallen half of his chair, and was now sleeping in a position which you'd probably won't describe as very comfortable. Which it wasn't, and which he'll notice when he'll wake up with a sore neck and a sleeping arm. His dreams weren't that comfortable either. You know those dreams where you aren't really asleep, but you are, and then you keep dreaming about things you thought about before you fell asleep? No? Oh.
Well Sims had one. He dreamt that he was sitting in front of the computer, and was sill typing in those endless combination of numbers, letters and other signs. But, like in real life, nothing really seemed to work, and Sims was sinking lower and lower into despair while he watched Leaves destroying half of the forums.
Like I said, not a very comfortable dream.

But reality was about to kick in, which I'm sure wouldn't make him any happier.
The door opened. Which under normal circumstances wouldn't be that interesting, but don't forget, this was the door to the highest platform.. the platform where only administrators could come. And we only have one of them, now don't we? (I wrote this before Jay became one. >:C Damn you)

Sims woke up by the squeaky noise the heavy metal door made when it opened up, and the first thing he noticed was that he hadn't been sleeping in such a comfortable position.. aaaah, his neck!
The second thing he suddenly realized was that the door to his private chamber here on Eddsworld was open, which couldn't be a very good sign. Sims brains, who were normally already working at an abnormal speed, started to work even harder when they realized what it exactly meant what his eyes saw. The door was open. His door. The door only he could come through. Was there a possibility he had left it open? No, most certainly not. So what would be the other most logical explanation? ....
Sims stretched out, signed once and looked throughout the room. There, next to the door stood the same guy the little screen was showing the profile sketch off. He had to admit that was a little unexpected really.
“Leaves I presume?”
“Indeed.“ Leaves stepped a bit forward, and Sims could now finally understand what the other members had been talking about. Leaves indeed did look like a grinning dickhead, floated with ego. He made a small and gentle bow. “It is a pleasure.”
“Well the pleasure is all yours, and it can keep that way if you want to know my opinion. “ Sims ofcourse, had been reacting to his face as a bull does to a red flag. By which I mean to say, not very friendly. “ What are you doing here?”
“My, what an hostility. I just came by to say hello.”
“Sure you do.” Sarcasm could be noticed dripping from Sims voice, in very thick drops.
“Well it would be quite rude not to say hello after I came here, wouldn't it? And might I say that I am rather impressed about how you decorated the room here? Its rather...” He paused, apparently looking for some words which would sound more subtle then ugly, “Different.”
“Oh, can it. You can't tell me you came all this way up here, passing security and all just too admire my working space. “
“Security? Ha, Hardly.”
Simsarmy raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
Leaves started walking through the room before he answered that question, with this really annoying nonchalant walk. “Well it wasn't like I had to hack the pentagon or something to come here. I'm rather disappointed about that really.”
“Why thanks. Should I take that as a compliment?” He slowly stood up when Leaves walked closer towards him, which is a prefect normal reaction. A lot of people stand up when they feel threatened by someone or something. Probably something left from the old days when we still lived in caves.
Leaves grinned. “Partly, I suppose. If you look at it from a certain point of view, lets say for example that I'm disappointed because I know you can do better, then yes.”
“And how exactly do you know I can do better? I mean, I haven't been much good until now, have I? Congratulations about that by the way... you fucked up the system pretty good, and I have no idea how to get it back to normal.” The look Sims send to Leaves would've been deadly if looks could actually kill.
“Well, you know, that kinda was my plan of course.... Wouldn't do much good if I knew some mods or the administrator could fix it back to normal, don't you think so yourself? Hahaha. “
“Not funny.”
“Not for you, no. Gehehe.” He laughed evilly and came walking towards Sims. “Well, anyway, you are right, of course. I didn't really came here to admire your working space.”
“Which is pretty obvious.”
“I know, I know. Na, I wanted to ask you something.”
“Wait, what?” Sims acted surprised, but like always he didn't even tried to hide his sarcasm. “You're asking? Until now you just DID everything. Why not rush in and do what you want?”
“That would be plan B.”
“Ah.”
“I'm just being polite you know.”
“Shut up. What do you want?”
“ You know, It is rather difficult to answer questions when you have to shut up..”
“WHAT IS IT?”
”Right. Can I just borrow your lovely panel over there for a second?” Leaves now stood really close to Sims, and Sims started to get really annoyed with the grinning face before him. Which is why a answered with:
“No.”
“No? Might I be so bold to ask why not?”
|”Because..” Suddenly, he balded his fist, swung it backwards, and planted it in Leaves face with all the power he could come up with. Leaves, taken by surprise, felt backwards on the floor. “ You're a dickhead.”
Sims looked down and felt a feeling of Triumph rushing through his body while Leaves was touching his face, looking for traces of blood. Which he found, Sims had hit him really hard on the nose, which was now bleeding.
But he was still smiling, a sight that made Sims feel awkward, and simultaneously made him wanted to hit his head again.
“ Good punch you got there.” he showed his hand, which was now covered in blood. “I even think you actually broke my nose.”
Simsarmy looked at him with an eyebrow raised, and didn't know if he had to thank him sarcastically or say sorry. Sarcastically. He decided to do the first one.
“Why thank you. I can do better, perhaps if you would like a demonstration..?”
“Ah, no. Thank you very much. But I hope you do understand I have to use plan B now.”
“I WILL demonstrate it if you use Plan B.” Sims responded, and balded his fists again, but he saw that Leaves didn't really saw that as a threat. He just started to laugh that evil laugh again.
“Oh no, I'm sure you won't.”
Leaves stood up, and in his hand, suddenly, rested a 9 mm gun, which was pointed directly at Sims. ( “What Syrika, why not a shotgun? D: Or something else?” because its the only gun I know the actual name of. Besides shotgun.)
Sims looked at it for a few seconds, felling kind of surprised. Then he started laughing.
“A gun? A honest to honest gun? You'd really think they'd work here?” He wiped an invisible tear from laughter out of his eye. “My good boy, the first thing I did was making sure guns don't work here! This place is crowded with Americans for that mater, and people who adore Tord and his guns. I'd be a fool to let them work here! The only place where they do work is Roleplay and..” Suddenly Simsarmy stopped laughing immediately, and looked at the evil grin on Leaves face. “Oh.”
The gun suddenly looked a lot more dangerous.
“I'm glad you understand so fast.”
Sims hesitated for a bit, which he knew could be read from his face. Would the gun actually work now the Roleplay forums have been made real? Leaves answered his question for him with another question.
“ I can see your hesitating. Want a “demonstration?””
“Na, don't bother.”

5 minutes later Simsarmy stood in the corner of his own room, next to the emergency bed he had placed there. For emergencies. Like now. Although I think a bed wouldn't do any good now really.
He felt very frustrated and very angry when he once again looked at the gun that Leaves was still pointing at him, while Leaves himself was now typing in codes on the huge keyboard. The brief moment of fear that had taken over him when Leaves pulled the gun had already disappeared and made place for smart-ass sarcasm once again. Especially since Leaves had made him give away his PDA in that brief moment. ( What you don't really think the Administrator of this forum would “just” have a Mobile phone now do you? ) Anyway, he had given his PDA away, which made him defenseless and helpless, and when he realized that he became even more annoyed/frustrated/angry, which showed in his sarcastic behavior.
“Say, are you by any change that busy I could run up to you, kick the gun out of your hands and beat the shit out of you?”
“ No. Do not try it.”
He signed. “Fine. Just checking. What the fuck are you doing anyway?”
“None of your business at the moment.”
“None of my business? I RUN this damn world!”
Leaves stopped a moment with typing in codes that no-one really understand and looked at him. Much to Sims joy, he noticed that their actually was a annoyed and surprised look on Leaves face.
“Don't you have other things to worry about?” Leaves started, and waved the gun around a bit. “Like, this gun for example?”
“Ah well, I don't think you have the guts to actually shoot me.”
“ No? Then why don't you try to kick it out of my hands?”
“I think you just might if I tried that.”
That seemed to please Leaves, which, in turn, frustrated Sims.
“ Well good thinking. I also think I just might.”
“Hm.”
Suddenly, A little buzzing sound could be heard when all the computers went blank. The only light now was coming from a little lamp Sims had put next to the keyboard, and it made Leaves look even more evil.
Sims his face was as blank as the computer screens he was staring at. A really unusual feeling started to race through his stomach, like a part of him had just died in a very quick but torturing way. It took a moment for his brain to realize that what they were seeing actually was the truth..
Leaves had just stopped the core of Eddsworld. Or whatever he had done with it.
“Hum, that went quite well.” Leaves looked a bit surprised but satisfied at the computer screens.
Sims stared at him with his mouth open.
“What have you done?”
“Oy, Drama queen. Nothing much really. I just reset the forums. “ he laughed evilly.” You know, I just wasn't happy with the way the forums were at the moment. So, I tried to use a backup, you know, start things over again. Sadly for you, and all the other members of Eddsworld I suppose, that backup was a little corrupted.. made so by myself, of course.”
“You did WHAT?” Anger build up inside him, but he knew he couldn't do anything wit it, seeing as Leaves was still holing a gun, a gun with deadly bullets inside it.
“It seems you have a hard time understanding it.” Leaves said, and this time he had a really sarcastic undertone “ I think I'll give you a moment to reflect upon things. Or maybe two.. “ He started to walk back, towards the door. Sims, with all his racing thoughts, rage and whatever emotion coming close to hatred inside him wanted to walk, or even run after him, but with a slight movement of his hand Leaves made clear that he wouldn't allow that.
“I will give you a lot of time anyway. You know this beautiful security force field you made here? You know, the one that prevents anyone to come in here?”
Simsarmy said nothing, but already knew were this was going.
“The one that only you can open, and only from the outside? Well, not only you, I just discovered how to open it also of course.. And to close it, which is far more interesting.”
He still said nothing.
“The one that -”
“FUCK YOU LEAVES! I hope you die in a very slow and painful way!” he shouted, and for once, just this once, he meant every single word of it.
With still that evil mocking grin on his ugly face Leaves made a small bow while standing in the door.
“I hope we meet again.”
The heavy metal door closed with a squeaky sound.

He hit the wall out of pure anger. The soft buzzing sound of the activated Force Field responded.

[Syrika]

-Stephlovesspiders-
Part 8


Its like one of those major happenings you know? One of those amazing shocking, fantastic, moments that turned the whole world upside down. For some reason, people always know what they were doing at that time. Well, most of them anyway.
Stephlovespiders knew anyway.

She had been here since that terrible and weird accident in Forum games, just up the road ahead from Entertainment in a jar, where she was now. After she had been questioned by some of the moderators ( which wasn't as scary as they themselves claimed it was) she had been giving the advise not to talk to ANYONE about what happened, and to make sure to stay out of forum games and or the roleplay section, ( roleplay section had been a restricted area since then) for now. She had been crying at the time, worried as she was about XblahX, who had been transported to the local hospital by the moderators. They told her it was nothing to worry about, and that he would be well soon. But she just wasn't to sure about that really.. if that was true, why wasn't that hospital made public? It was in the place which coordinates are unknown.. meaning only moderators and higher ranks could come there. Why weren't they allowed to visit this hospital? And now that she thought about it.. why hasn't she heard about this hospital before?
The moderators had tried to calm her down, and eventually had her sent to the Emotions topic. First, because they knew it was her favorite place and they knew it would cheer them up, second, because they thought it maybe was a good idea to bounce her emotions of on some of the empty rooms. Syrika had gone with her to keep her company, but had left her alone when a really important call came in, and she hadn't heard from her since.
As you might understand, Steph's feelings weren't as lucky-go-round as they used to be, everyone knew her as a hyper active girl, but that mood wasn't showing right now. She tried, but it wasn't succeeding that well.

So just before Leaves decided to reboot the whole world, Steph could be found wondering here.
Walking thought the corridor she decided to open a door which looked quite simple, it was as white as all the others, but instead of whatever doors are made of today, this one was made of really old wood, which had afterwards be painted white. You can understand why this attracted some of the curiosity Steph had left, and she slowly opened a door.
As faith will have it, someone was already inside. The person who calls himself the Penguin of peace stood in the middle of the room, covered in paint from every color possible. He looked up in surprise when she opened the door, but that look quickly changed to a big smile.
“Ey Steph!” He put down the brush he had been holding and run towards her. She smiled back. “Hello pop.” she answered, and her voice sounded a bit dead,she even noticed that. But Pop apparently haden't, and ran towards her, ready to hug. It was just that at the last second she realized she would be covered in paint if she hugged him.. and then it was already to late of course. When Pop let go of here, a big yellow dot stood out on het red shirt, and some blue paint managed to get on her cheek. Pop laughed nervously when he saw what he had done “Oh. eh. Heh he, Sorry.”
She smiled once again.. “Oh well. Doesn't matter. He, what are you doing here, I was looking for you earlier, but you were nowhere to be found.”
Pop looked surprised. “Looking for me? Really? Yeah, I've been here all morning,just trying to decorate the room a bit.”
“Decorate? I thought these rooms just decorated itself as from how you're feeling?”
“Oh they do. But that doesn't mean you can't decorate it any further, hihihi.” She saw him reaching for the pencil behind his ear, and he walked towards the wall with it. “ I thought it was kinda boring, so I decided just to buy some paint and knock myself out.”. He drew some lines and looked at Steph. “Pretty awesome huh?”
She looked around, as a sign of appreciation, and because she wanted to see what he had done so far. And he was right of course, the room seemed totally different from all the other ones. Pop had really knocked himself out, drawing everything that came to mind apparently. Dragons, Monsters, Penguins, flowers and Kittens were staring at here while she stared back. Normally she would've found it awesome, which it was, and bounced all through the room, hyper as hyper can be. Now she couldn't really bring up that energy, while she actually thought it was extremely good. “Its good.” she replied to his question. “Really good.”
She looked around, at Pop, and saw that he was looking at her a bit worried. “Steph?”
“hmm?”
“Are you alright?”
“What? Yes, of course, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?”
“Oh, I don't know... you seem a bit down.”
Steph signed loudly, carefully thinking about the rules the mods had set up... not to talk about it. But to be honest, right now, she didn't really care about the rules.
“Well you kno-”

She was about to tell him the whole thing, which maybe would've worked in Pop's advantage later. But that never happened seeing as at that moment, the world changes. Leaves was having an interesting conversation with Simsarmy, and pressed the re-boot button.
The effects showed immediately.
Out of the sudden, Steph and Pop were surrounded by nothing but white walls. And a door, who was still open due to the fact that she'd never closed it. But all the drawings Pop had made, all the paint, colors, everything, even the paint stains on both Pop and Steph's clothes.. were all gone. For a second the thought that this was quite fortunate crossed Steph's mind, now she didn't have to wash here clothes again, but the fact that everything just disappeared came as quite a bigger shock. She looked around here, but couldn't even find one dot left of what Pop had made. “What the hell?”
Pop looked shocked, angry and surprised at the same time. “Hey, what the hell?” he repeated after Steph. “What just happened? I put hours of work into that!” Steph shook her head and raised a eyebrow, and looked suspiciously towards the door. There were only two ways to empty a room like this, she knew that much. One was for a moderator to delete it due to broken rules, but she couldn't imagine any rule he could've broken. But that didn't seem right, because then the whole room would've been deleted, and they would've been transported out of it. The second one was that the whole topic was being removed, but why would one of the most popular topics and most highest buildings in all of Eddsworld be removed? She couldn't help wondering, but also saw that Pop wasn't in the best mood all of the sudden. “Steph!” Pop suddenly yelled at her, drawing her attention away from her pondering. “I didn't do anything wrong did I?” She saw he looked a bit angry, but also worried about that fact.
“Ah, No, of course not Pop. I think this Leaves doing.” Pop looked at her puzzled.
“Who?”
“Leaves. He's been causing trouble all over Eddsworld the last two days. He's the one that made Roleplay section and the zombies appear. That's why I were looking for you, I wanted to tell you about him.“
His head shook furiously as he heard that sentence. “He made the WHAT appear?”
“That's not important right now.” she responded, kinda not willing to talk about it. Having a zombie rip the flesh of XblahX's arm was worse enough without seeing the memories all the time.
“Lets go outside shall we? I'm wondering is other people have the same problem.”

And indeed they had. It was even worse then she'd expected. Not only had Pops room gone completely white, EVERYTHING has gone completely white. The doors, the walls, the floors, the ceiling. Absolutely colorless. Everything. It spaced her out really. And that wasn't even the worst part of it.
Pretty soon they noticed that not only had everything gone completely white, but also that everything had stopped working. The mobile phones didn't work, and apparently something had gone extremly wrong in the background system, because all the things monitored by that ( doors, windows, the whole building actually ) had stopped working. Setph and Pop could consider themselves lucky that the door to their room had been left open... but some other persons weren't.
“Aissu!” Steph yelled at the closed door, ear tightly pressed against the cold white wood. “Are you okay in there?”
“Okay?” a dry sarcastic voice responded. “I'm trapped in a colorless room and you're asking I'm okay? Well yes, apart from the part where I'm TRAPPED IN A COLORLESS ROOM I'm perfectly fine.”
Steph signed. Okay, dumb question. But isn't it the most logical question to ask? Same with car accidents... you know they're not okay, but you'll ask anyway.
“Not really the answer I was expecting, but It'll do.” she replied, not in the mood.
“Well tell me, what where you expecting.”
“Just something among the lines “I'm okay!” will do.”
“I'm TRAPPED! I'm not okay!”
Although Steph could totally understand Aissu's feelings, it kinda pissed her of.. and she would have responded yet again if Pop hadn't decided that getting her out of that room was more important. “ Okay fine you two.” he interrupted. “Lets get back to the main problem shall we? Aissu, there is absolutely no way you can get out there?”
“Trust me, I would've already been gone if there was.”
“I believe you on that one. And your phone? Also not working?”
“Nope. He, even my warnings has disappeared I just noticed.” ( I know you have none Aissu.. :3 )
“You've got warnings?”
“Wha..? Uh. No, of course not. Now will you just get me out of here?”
“Right.” Pop lifted his ear from the white wood and looked at Steph with a serious look in his eyes. Steph stared back. “I have... “ he lifted his finger, but let it down again with a big sign. “ Absolutely no idea what to do.”
And to be honest, Steph had no idea what to do either. She wanted to help her friend, and was quite worried about her too. She knew how Aissu could act really tough, but she wondered if she really was okay. “We should get a mod here.” Steph said, it was the first thing that she could come up with, and the only logical thing to do in this situation. “But how?” she added herself signing. “The phones aren't working.”

“Uh guys?” a totally different voice sounded suddenly from behind the door. Well not totally different, they could still recognize Aissu's voice, but it sounded like it was much further from the door then it first was. It also sounded really nervous all of the sudden.
“The door's disappearing.”
Steph presses her ear against the wood again, wondering if she just had gotten that message right. “What?”
“The door is disappearing!” Steph could hear that Aissu was shouting, but it sounded very soft and very weird.. like a broken radio.
“Disappearing? What do you mean dissa-”
“It's mer.ing in.o th. w.ll! HEY! Wh.tt th. h.eel??!”
An uneasy feeling started to rise in Steph stomach, in a pretty fast tempo. Not only was the voice sounding softer now, but she couldn't understand half of what she was saying. What was going on here? She started shouting herself when she heard soft thumps on the wall, indicating that Aissu was hitting the wall. “AISSU! “
“h.lp!”
“Aissu! Aissu!” The hallway went quiet while the two were listenung intensly, but there wasn't any responds anymore. With her eyes width open she stared at Pop, who was as white as a sheet. Probably as white as she herself was right now.
Her voice trembled when she spoke to him. “What the hell is going on?” Pop looked at her, but it was as if his eyes looked right through her. Steph could almost see his brains working, looking for an answer, but not having a clue how to handle this. And her brain wasn't working any different, she had no idea what to do about the fact that her friend had just disappeared in a closed of room. No, wait, that's not true. They need someone who could explain this, right here, right now. A mod. Any mod will do. Or Sims! Sims would know what to do, right?
She looked at Pop, and made a decision in a split second.
“Right! Pop, you'll stay here, in case anything happened or she comes back or whatever okay? I'll go look for a moderator. Call me as soon as your phone's working again!”
Still staring at her, he started to blink a few times, and looked for words to respond. "Wh-wha? Wait! A moderator?"
"Yes ofcourse! They must know what the hell is going on!"
“How are you going to find a moderator if our phone's aren't working?” he shouted at her, seeing as she'd already started moving towards the staircase. She made herself no illusions the elevators would work.
“The fact that this has happened would be reason enough for moderators to show up!”she yelled back. “And maybe its different outside.. and else.. I'll run to Blabberbox if I have too!”
Madly she raced down the stairs, while thoughts continued to race through her head. What the hell was going on here? First XblahX gets bitten by a creature that doesn't even exist, then her friends disappears while being in a room with no way out. Leaves.. he was behind all this wasn't he? She had no idea who he was, but she didn't really liked the guy. And by the looks of this, he was pretty dangerous too.

[Syrika]

-Penguin of Peace-
Part 9

The hallway went quiet as the last running footsteps echoed away into the nothingness.. the white nothing. The hallway became quiet.
He could hear himself breathing. Now that there weren't any other sounds around, it sounded loud. Loud and disturbed.
He looked once more at the white door in front of him and put his ear against it. Now he could hear what they call the sea in your ear. The silent sound of blood passing through their veins.. or so they say. But no voices.

“Aissu?”
The spoken word drifted through the empty hallway, bouncing loudly against the white walls before fadding away. He noticed that his echo sounded sad en a bit terrified.. Or maybe surprised, he hadn't really made a decision on that point. But he knew he was worried.
Something was going on here in Eddsworld, and he didn't liked what he saw. Just minutes ago, before Steph went outside too go get help, she had said that it was probably the work of that Leaves guy. But why would he do something.. like this? Hell, could he even do something like this?
This really wasn't the regular stuff simple members pulled off here. As far as he knew, only mods could do stuff like this, and even then this was a rare sight. Normally topics would close or disappear. But this one couldn't quite made up his mind about what he should do, so he made up his own solution. Not locking and not disappearing, and yet at the same time do both, like Aissu had just shown.
It made him uncomfortable. Like the rest of this creepy building anyway. No people, no sounds, and no colour. Or all the colours, depends on your perspective.
“Aissu?”

The sound of his own voice managed to calm him down a bit, just the fact that there was sound was enough to cause that reaction. He called her name again.
And it was answered. Just not with voices.
The penguin of peace, or Pop to be short, turned his head towards the centre of the sound. Simple footsteps. The smile that he had created by the thought that it was Steph made place for surprise when he saw who it actually were.
Two large and fern boys had appeared in the middle of the white hallway. Well not appeared obviously, they had just taken the stairs and now walked casually towards Pop. They looked really.. causal too. Neat Jacket, shirt under it, both neatly gelled brown hair, and they actually seemed to be smiling. But Pop knew better. Well, knew. He actually had never met any of the two boys, he had just heard stories about them. Nasty stories. And he'd seen the posters.
He looked at them, with eyes wide of surprising. He really didn't know what to say. He really had no idea. What the hell where they doing here? How the hell did they get here? And why here?
“ Uh... what?” he managed to ask.
One of the guys, the smaller one, put a big smile on his face. “What? That's not really a question is it? Or it might be a really rude one, but then it had to be accomplished by a sneer I feel.” his smile got even wider.
“No no no.” Pop shook his head. “I mean, what are you doing here?”
“Here?” The boys still continued to walk towards Pop, and he wondered I he should feel concerned now, but his instinct kept quiet for the moment. “Just looking for something really. We know we lost it somewhere here and when the whole forum went weird, we thought it might be a good idea to go looking for it before it... well before something happened to it or something.”
“No no.” Pop shook his head again. “I mean HERE. On Eddsworld. “ he pointed at them. “You guys are Banned.”
There was a flash in SIRBANEVADER's eyes. A flash of.. well, hatred it seemed. This time, Pop's instict kicked in and told him to get out of there. Or at least back up. The guys were suddenly too close in his personal space and his instinct wanted them out right now. He walked back a few steps, but the two boys, ( which were both at least a head taller then Pop, did I already mentioned that?) just closed in on him. Suddenly, he felt like he was in trouble.
“Ah, so this forum hasn't forgotten my face yet?” he laughed. “I'm honoured really.”
Suddenly, he stepped towards Pop and grabbed him by his shoulder. Pop was so surprised he didn't even have time to react and run away when suddenly a big balted fist tried to force his way into his chest.
He felt like his lungs where on fire when air left them by force. The power in his legs were suddenly gone, and he fell on his knees grasping for air. Only three thoughts raced through his mind at this moment. The first was “AUW.” the second. “What the hell?” and then the came the third most shocking one, “Oh my god.” His instinct was right, he indeed was in trouble. It had just been a little late to kick in.
Sirbanevader shook with his fist as he looked down on him. “ AH, That felt GOOD.”
“Really?” Scottie Barstool, the taller of the both, not to be confused with the awesome Scotty, had finally said something. But pop wasn't really glad with that, seeing as the question was filled with curiosity.
“ Heaven.” Sirbanevader smiled. “They say Payback's a bitch, but I really doubt that. You should try it.”
“Wha, on him? I don't even know the guy.”
Still grasping for air, Pop's saw that one, Sirbanevader was serious, and two, he was smiling. Which made the sight even more terrifying then it already was when your lying defenceless on the ground with at least one psychopath above you.
“Doesn't matter. Just picture him as the whole of Eddsworld and try.”
As soon as he got air in his lungs again and strength in his feet, which was about now, he tried to stand up and run. But, much to his horror, a hard kick to the side of his head made him fall over again.
His hands flew to the side of his head, trying to protect it, and he let out a quiet scream. That wasn't his intention, but he just hadn’t find the energy to let out a powerful one.
“You're right.” answered Scottie Barstool, with the same evil voice as Sirbanevader had just had. “That does feel good.”

The following scene is.. well, painfull. This writer never had the pleasure of getting her ass kicked, ( which she doesn't mind at all, and she likes to say that this isn't an open invitation to let her experience the whole thing.) and so she has no clue as how to describe the scene. Sure, she has seen enough footage of it to know how it must look like, but partly because she hates describing fight scenes (which always look awesome in her head and rubbish on paper) and partly because she is bored, she really likes you to imagine this one yourself.
She can give you one thing, Sirbanevader and Clouddude11 ENJOYED it.

Although they had stopped, the pain was everywhere. Pop lay face down on the floor, and his body was experiencing so many different feelings and emotions right now that his brain had trouble processing them all at once.
One of them kept getting back though, and that was that horrible pesky pain. His head, his arms, his legs, and everything in between just.. hurts. He vaguely noticed that his breath sounded really soft but he didn't really matter, even moving his chest up and down hurted him now.
The two persons above him looked down on him, and one of them slowly poked Pop with his foot a couple of times.
“Oh wow.” The voices sounded far for Pop, really far. “Well he's out.”
“Mwaa, I don't think so.” said the other one, and kicked him in the stomach. He moaned.
“See? I can't say he's al right, but he's conscious. Not that that does matter really.”
“No?”
“Well, its not like he can stop us, can he? I don't think he would've been able too if we hadn’t beaten him up this bad, but that was just for fun anyway.”
“Oh.” Pop noticed that the voice, probably Scottie's, sounded kinda surprised. “I thought we beat him up so he couldn't tell other people we were here?”
“Have you been paying attention?” Sirbanevader answered harsh. “Their phones stopped working. It doesn't matter if they know or not, its not like they can do anything about it. Its just that Leaves didn't wanted anyone to know we got this damn package for reasons unknown to me.”
“Well he knows now.”
“Wa him? “ Pop once again got a kick in the stomach. “That doesn't matter.”
“Oh?”
“No.” Sirbanevader sounded like he was getting annoyed now with such a stupid sidekick. “Ever heard of the expression “dropped a bridge on him?””
“...No.”
A sign. “I'll tell you when we're outside. To be honest, lets get out of here before Leaves decides to do it when we're still here.”

Pop got one more kick in his stomach and in his back, and then the voices and footsteps of the two banned ex-members faded away. Pop just lay still until he was certain they they had gone away. And even after that. He was exhausted, and every bit of his body hurted him. In fact, his body was giving off such an intense reaction of pain that the emotion worried didn't even had the time to stop by and say. “Wait what?” which would've been the trigger to a whole set of other thoughts and emotions, which would've helped him more then the pain thing. But as you can guess, that never happend

After a couple of minutes he decided it would've been better to turn on his back. A few minuts later he decided that that was actually a good plan, and two minutes later he did turn on his back, which was accompanied with a lot of “arghs” and “ahhaa..” God he hated himself now. Why hadn’t he run like the freaking wind when those two had come his way? Why the F**K did he just stand there, and even tried to polity asked them what they were doing here? I mean, WTF. And now look where that brought him. Broken and damaged on a cold white floor, with an intense pain reaction every time he even so much as moved a limb.
And what had that conversation been all about? A package? What kind of package, and why was it so important that Leaves didn't want anyone to know? And, even the most important question of all, what did 'dropped a bridge on him.' mean? That didn't make any sense does it? There were no bridges in emotions, not even in the neighbourhood! The only bridge he knew was the one near the-place-which-coordinates-are-unknown. And how would they been able to drop that on him?

Unlucky for him, pop had never heard of the internet site that was called tvtropes.org, and as such, had never read the article “Dropped a bridge on him.” This is what the article says :
“When a character is permanently written out of a show, especially killed off, in a way that is particularly awkward, anti-climactic, mean-spirited or dictated by producer's fiat, they Dropped A Bridge On Him. “
That's the Official dropped a bridge on him. However, as stubborn as this writer is, she defies that and gives it another meaning, namely : “When a character dies because a bridge, house, flat or other big things fall on him.”

So If Pop had known that, he would've recognized the odd cracking noise that now was sounding in the white hallway. And he wouldn’t had been this surprised when he saw a giant crack appear in the roof above him.

People screamed and ran away.
Emotions was no longer there.

[Maikie_G]

-Syrika-
Part 10

“Damn,” mumbled Syrika when she noticed her phone was out of comission, “What the Hell is going on?” As she just mentioned, her phone was not functional, meaning she had to walk at least six thousand miles from the Moderator's section (Yes, the guest writer knows you bastards have on of those) where moderators and administrators hung out like the bunch of elitist pansies they said they weren't, to whereever it was she could find out what was going on. She started walking.

After a few minutes she reached the edge of the Moderator's section, which was protected by a force field that kept unwanted visitors out. The force field would automatically connect with her phone to let her though. With a lound bang she planted her face in the force field.
“Shit,” she cursed, “Forgot my phone was out.” Her nose was bleeding
“Fuck me,” she said, “Now what am I going to do.”
“No worries,” said a voice above and behind her, “But I'll take you up on that 'fuck me' offer.”
Syrika turned around to see Maikie standing on top of the thread where his disappearance had been reported. The irony of this was not lost onto Syrika.
“What?” she said, “You can't be there!”
“Oh please,” said Maikie, “Since when am I denied a sense of irony?”
“No,” said Syrika, as Maikie jumped down from the remarkably un-tall building, “I mean, you disappeared, and you reappear in a section you should not even be able to enter.”
Maikie ignored her and looked at the building he just stood on top of. It was four feet tall, at most.
“Seriously?” he said, “Four feet? I disappear, yeah? And I return to find my glorious glory commemorated in an four feet tall structure? Talk about underappreciated... Anyhow, less talking, more taking your clothes off.”
“WHAT?”
“You asked me to fuck you,” said Maikie, “I don't like it more than you do, but if it has to be done, so be it.”
“Stop it,” said Syrika, “That was an expression.”
“I know,” said Maikie, “Just thought we'd have some fun before we went down to business.”
“What business?”
At this point, Maikie started to tell the story of what happened to him. Because of his narcissistic personality and blatant disregard for the moral value of truth, his version of the story was rather... exaggerated, so the chronicler gives his words the finger and will tell you what exactly happened from where we left off.

Leaves had five of his 'experiments' cornering Maikie. Maikie put up quite the impressive fight, stabbing two to death and inflicting serious injury upon a third, but eventually they got him. Somehow, Maikie managed to convince Leaves that he was of more use as himself, instead of a mindless drone with mad stabbing skills. Following this, Leaves used Maikie's experience with the community to hit it where it hurts, locking up Simsarmy and Aissu, who wasn't who she claims to be (FORESHADOWING), dropping a bridge of Pop and releasing the likes of Sir Ban Evader and Scottie Barstool. In order to use Maikie to his fullest potential, Leaves kept his phone working, and in order to use himself to his fullets potential, Maikie told Leaves half-truths and came to report all sorts of stuff to Syrika. Which is where we are now.

“Basically,” said Maikie, “Leaves shut all the phones down, except for his own and mine and limited the functionality of Simsarmy's PDA, meaning Sims can watch what's going on, but can't do anything about it. That last one was my idea.”
“What?”
“Sorry,” said Maikie, “Couldn't resist doing a little harmless damage myself while I was at it.”
“What about Pop?” asked Syrika.
“Dead,” said Maikie, “As dead as Jesus. And that guy died twice, or something.”
“Aissu?”
“She isn't who you think she is,” said Maikie, “She'll be back soon enough. Spoke with her before I came here.”
“What happens now?”
“Leaves is probably going to find out what I'm doing,” said Maikie, “This is where I give you my phone and wait for him to find and kill me.”
“Kill you?” asked Syrika.
“Oh yes,” said Maikie, “So, I've written a little program on my phone, 'IBEAWESOME.EXE'. Run that little executable, and the phone becomes yours. It'll only have member functionaly, but you can also transport others as long as you can maintain physical contact throughout the transportation ordeal. And it'll make you invisble to all of Leaves tricks.”
“Is that all you could do?” asked Syrika.
“Oi,” said Maikie, “It ain't rocket science! If it were, it´d have been a whole lot easier.” He gave her the phone.
“Now go!”
Syrika transported herself away somewhere. Maikie took a pack of smokes out of his pocket and lit one up.

“At least lung cancer isn't going to be what kills me...” he said after a few minutes. He wished he had said that when someone else was around, because it was funny.
“Indeed, it isn't,” said a voice of evil behind him.
“Hello, Leaves,” said Maikie without turning to face him.
“You know what happens now, don't you?” asked Leaves, “I didn't expect you'd actually die for a stupid forum.”
“What I wanna know,” said Maikie, now turning to face Leaves, “Is the following: What is your beef with this place?”
“You'll never know,” said Leaves, and took his phone out of his pocket, “Well, then. Any last words?”
“Oh yes,” said Maikie as he snatched Leaves' phone, and threw it into the wall of the four-feet-tall thread, causing it to shatter, “How are you going to kill me now?”
“Did you really think that was my actual phone?” asked Leaves, “You just destroyed Streetbackguy's last hope of sanity by breaking that phone.”
“Oops,” said Maikie in perfect nonchalance, followed by an angrier, “Fuck you, you limey bastard!” He noticed Leaves left arm behind his back.
“'Oops', indeed.”
“Then I suppose,” said Maikie, “That you're holding your actual phone behind your back in your left hand?”
“Yes,” said Leaves, sounding like he was proud of this simple ruse.
“Let's see how proud you are,” said Maikie as he lunged for Leaves, “WITH MY FUCKING BOOT UP YOUR ARSE!”
Leaves pushed a button on his phone. Next thing he knew Maikie was several dozens of feet above the place he was before.
“BLOODY HEEEEEELL!” he shouted as he fell down. He hit the ground in front of Leaves.
“Guess that's the end of you,” said Leaves.
“Shite... Bleedin',” was the last thing Maikie said.

[Kyh]

Fuck yes.
Moreplz.

[Maikie_G]

Fuck yes.

Because I died?

[Kyh]

...no?
wantmoar

[streetbackguy]

[FIeryone]

man this is a awesome series i wonder whos next?

[Syrika]

FIRST OF ALL.
Thanks people who still read this, I love your comments. ;3 and the giant smiley. And I'm flattered you're still reading it. Because its crap. Yes.

SECOND.
Thanks Maikie for writing a brilljant part, giving me lots of idea's. And writing better then me, giving me a major minority complex.
Fuckhead.

THIRD.
New short part which contains information which problably make no sense yet. I do hope you'll enjoy this, and I wrote the ending tottaly out of idea's. And in bad english.

So enjoy.
Or something.



-Leaves-
Part 11

Leaves watched Maikie die, which, fortunately for both of them, didn't took very long.
“Fucking Idiot.” He kneeled down besides the lifeless body, carefully trying not to stand in the puddle of blood now surrounding Maikie's head. “One of the few intelligent lifeforms on this forum, and you decide to actually care for this miserable excuse for a life.” he signed. “I am surrounded by idiots, I really am.”
The reason Leaves decided to go and kneel besides a corpse was that he was looking for maikie's phone. In the beginning he had indeed doubted if it was smart to give the guy some special.. functions, but some way or another Maikie had succeeded in convincing the guy that it would bring him nothing but good, and that he was no harm. Quite charming fellow actually.
“No harm my ass.” he looked into the lifeless eyes of Maikie when he stood up again. The fucker wasn't an idiot. As Leaves had already expected, the phone was already gone, and whichever member had it now, most probably that Syrika girl, could now do anything she wanted. Then there was the issue of all the things he had done already which he could not be sure of anymore. Leaves never trusted Maikie enough to make him his right hand, but the fact that he actually was one of the only sane members he had, he had taken many of his idea's into consideration.
Simsarmy's capture for example. Now that he knew Maikie hadn’t really been helping him, what had been real and what had not? Which of his “ideas.” had actually worked in his benefit?
He signed. Nothing he could do about it then re-check the whole thing and do it again.
Well fuck.
He kicked maikie, and the puddle of blood rippled a bit.
“I really do hate you right now.” he expressed his feelings, “This is a massive setback, so well done. Asshole.”

Less then two minutes later, while Leaves was busy with his phone, SIRbanevader appeared from the thin nothingness. In his hand he was carrying a small package.
“Boss.” he started. “I've got the thing you wanted.”
Leaves became immediately pissed at him. The word “boss”just ticked him of for some reason. “Please do not call me boss.” he sneered. “I am not some kind of Maffia gang leader, if that is what you are thinking.”
Sirbanevader, who wasn't impressed with the sneering at all, shrugged and sneered back “Fine. I just got the thing you asked for alright?”
“You did it as I asked from you? No one saw you?”
“No one except for that little pussy, who I could hear screaming outside.” he grinned. “We had some fun with him before you dropped the flat on him. But as I recall that was the plan right?”
“Not to have fun with him.” he walked towards Sirbanevader. “But what you do in your spare time is your business, and yours entirely. Now give me that.”
Sirbanevader handed it over, and watched Leaves unfold the package with a look on his face which could be described as a mix between curiosity and nonchalance... and as you can imagine that's quite a hard look to hold. Takes years of study.
Out of the package came something less more exciting than Sirbanevader had expected, Leaves could see that alright. It looked like a normal modem.
“Soo..” Sirbanevader started, trying to remain the nonchalance tone in his voice. “What's the use of that thing anyway?”
“It is none of your concern, that's what it is.”
“Oh come on man. I got that box out of a eerie white building that was on the brink of collapse. The least you could do is tell me what the fuck it does.”
For a moment Leaves stopped and did nothing more then staring at SBE ( not to be confused with SBG please) , considering his many possibilities. Would it actually harm to tell him? SBE was known widely for his chronic backstabbing disorder... he was actually a well known members on Eddsworld before he tried to fuck the place up. Maybe an annoying one, but still slightly normal. Still, the chances of him running of to Eddsworldians were pretty slim also, probably because many members would try to shoot him at eyesight.
“Very well.” Leaves started. “I suppose there is no harm in telling you. The little device I have here is actually an emergency program build especially by Simsarmy.” he turned it over, and if someone looked really close they could make the tiny autograph of Simsarmy in the down left corner, along with some silly faces.
“The man has a weird sense of humor.” he signed when he saw SBE's confused look.
“Don't give him to much credit though, its not that special. It just submits the orders for a mass evacuation plan might something go wrong with the forum.”
The look on SBE's face went from confused to downright stupid, which was a look that actually fitted him perfectly. “A mass evacuation plan?”
“Why yes. You see, the state Eddsworld is in now isn't a healthy one, nor for the place itself, nor for the people in it. This whole place is made up of data after all.. and like you know, so are we. So screwing with that same data can have some pretty.. bizarre side effects.”
Leaves smiled. God, how he loved himself. And his genius mind.
“This box contains the orders to simply kick us all out of the fabulous world of date when something goes wrong. But, and now comes the good part. I screwed with that too.”
Once again the look on his face turned darker, and although SBE found that he was actually intrigued with the plan this man was laying out for him, he felt the urge to back up when he saw Leaves looking the way he did.
“When I was in the administrators office, before I installed the backup with the corrupted data, I kind of reversed the signal.” A dark smile appeared on his face. “It now doesn't kick the people out of the world of data anymore... It keeps them in.”


The same building that just had been the stage of Maikie's dramatic re-appearance, now housed a truly horrified looking Syrika. She felt sick. When Maikie had told her to go, she had just transported herself into the topic that was made for his disappearance, and she had followed the whole thing looking through a little whole in the wall. First the gruesome death of Maikie, and now this. And this, wow she was truly shocked by this. They can't leave..? Like.. ever? In the distance she could still hear the two persons talking, and tried to focus on that again when she heard one of them mentioning her name.
“...the only thing is that this fucker thought he needed to save Eddsworld. So in a useless heroic attempt he gave his phone away”
“Oh. Do we know to who?”
“Most likely Syrika.” She saw that Leaves took out his phone and quickly looked at it. “ She was the only person left trapped in the moredation section, and now I cannot find her anymore.”
“She dangerous?”
“Hardly. She IS a moderator, but the last time I checked she was still confused about what that really meant. I bet right now she would be trying to seek help from others, maybe Simsarmy. So send some men over there and keep an eye out for her yourself.”
“Will do.” SBE also took out his phone and typed some things in. “Do we need her.. well, alive?”
“No. I just need that phone.”
Syrika gulped and felt sick all over again. Like some new level of sick was coming out that she hadn’t experienced before. Her left hand was already covering her mouth, trying very hard not to let voice of any kind come out.
“And also.” Leaves, who had already started making attempt to walk or maybe transport himself way, turned around. “Bring his body to the lab will you?”
A moment of silence followe, in which Syrika could see SBE looking really weird at Maikie.
“Uh.. really?” he asked and poked the body with his feet. “I don't know if you noticed, but he IS kinda dead.”
“No he isn't.” Leaves said with an undertone in his voice which could be described as I'm-surrounded-by-idiots. “Although I can already change the date in such a way that people will do my bidding, I still cannot let them die yet. He is just trapped, seeing as he can't leave.”
“Oh. uh. Right.”
“Right indeed. His role isn't quite over yet. “

She didn't want to hear the rest of whatever Leaves was telling anymore, because her brain was already struggling to process the information she was just give. First of all, they can't leave. Massive shock really, because that would mean that they'd be stuck in the internet with one fucked up hacker ruling the place, Which was also the second bit of information. Eddsworld now apparenlt wasn't dealing with just another porn uploading idiot, but with one psychopatic individual, who was also very organized for some reason. Syrika for one felt the need to stay away from the guy as possible.. he could do anything he wanted! Tear this forum apart, lock up Sims or just brainwash others, it looked like a freaking game for him.
Psychopath all the way.
She very dramatic put her hands in her hair and wondered what the fuck to do. She actually would have wanted to go to Sims, but there wasn't any point in that anymore now was there? So he was also smart. Fuck.
In the end, she just decided to transport the fuck out of this shelter. Maybe find another mod? She didn't know. But just.. away from here.

[Kyh]

STOP IT
NOW.
ffs.
Stop making this so damn awesome. ><

[FIeryone]

why is it that every time i get on eddsworld i check if theres a new part?ah well its so fucking awesome bye now

[Maikie_G]

And writing better then me, giving me a major minority complex.
Fuckhead.

I believe the word you're looking for is THE LORD YOUR GOD



Also, we wants the mores.

[Twewy]

No, seriously, stop making me piss my pants in excitement.

[norrieaga]

Ok, I now know why the old forums broke. Your awesome exploded them!