YOU MAY NOW POST!Well, it's been a long and difficult five months (>_>) but now I have transcended mere humanity and am now a higher life-form. . . .er, wait, wrong speech. >_____>This is my 10,000th post! And as is customary, a party shall commence!! Bring forth. . . the cake!The drinks!The food!Er. . . .the other kind of food. >_> But he can stay. >___>  The ice cream!But before we sit down and dine, I have a special treat for you all. Gather 'round, children, while I tell you a story -- *doorbell rings*Ah! There are the guests I invited! BRB.Welcome:Jesus! Tom Cruise! (I needed a piñata. >_>)Morgan Freeman! Welcome, your holiness!There, now we can sit back and read the story!:D'Once upon a time, there was a man with a very, very small--' *Mr. T rides through the window on a motorcycle while wearing a Santa hat; hands Theokhoth a box*'Merry Christmas, foo!''Mr. T? But Christmas isn't for another month. . .''Quiet, foo! See the hat? Christmas come when I say it does, sucka! Now open the present before I punch your face in!'*Theokhoth opens box and gasps as he pulls out a small book*'This is my--''I know what it is, foo!''Thank you, Mr. T!' 'Shut up and read, foo!'I think I'll read the story Mr. T brought us for Christmas (which, apparently, occurs on November 30 this year). *Opens book and begins to read. . . .* Khoth opened his eyes and saw. . . .nothing. It was pitch black. He fumbled his way across the hard, cold floor, feeling his way across whatever room he was in with his hands. He remembered being with his group in Sistim when they were suddenly ambushed by a motorcycle gang, and Khoth was taken by one of their members. And then gunshots. . .now he was here. He had no idea how long he was out, where he was, or how his friends were doing. . .or if they were alive. Khoth fumbled until he came across a stone wall. He stood to used it to support his weight and moved alongside it, trying to feel his way around the room. He felt something in front of him and stopped; he waved his hand across its surface. Flat, wood. He felt a sheet in his hand cover the surface. Upon feeling its outer edges, he felt chain links attach the wood to the wall. A bed, he realized.  Judging by the way it felt, Khoth imagined it to be like a bed in a jail cell. He made his way across from the bed, groping in the darkness, until he felt a rod of cold metal sticking up from the ground. He moved his hand to the right, and felt another rod. It is a jail cell! Khoth's heart began to beat faster as he realized that he was a prisoner to a crazed motorcycle gang, in Sistim of all places. He began to crawl faster on the ground, feeling the area of the cell, trying to find a hole in the wall or an open door. . . He felt something soft hit his hand on the ground. It was some kind of fabric. He slowly felt the object, realizing that it was large. He gasped as his hand hit a familiar object: a nose. Somebody was in the cell with him. And he wasn't moving. ___ Zero wandered through the street. It was his one day off in months, so he planned to enjoy it by just mingling with the commoners. Of course, since Admin kept upping the ante on the rules of the city, there weren't very many commoners left, and the few who still dared to go outside barely spoke in fear of an infraction. It was for this reason why Zero wore his casual clothing rather than his mod clothes. Sure, it was against the rules, but so was everything else, right? There were also rumors among both the commoners and the mods that PR's were being given out for no reason at all. And of course, the Trolls took the rumor and spread it throughout the city, instigating rebellion at every corner. The scary thing was, the rumor had evidence. Not that they'd ever release that information to the general public and start riots. Zero sighed and continued walking down the road. After a few blocks he began to hear shouting in the streets; a once-minor offense that now warranted a TR for new offenders. As he got closer to the argument, he realized that it was a religious debate. 'If you think Jesse existed, then how do you explain the fact that every picture depicts him as white, when he was actually brown-skinned? This just shows that he didn't exist!' Zero recognized the loud, annoying voice. 'How many damn times do I and everyone else here need to tell you that it's because the Neuropeans wanted to portray him in their likeness, as brown-skinned people were looked down upon back then, and that this issue has nothing whatsoever to do with Jesse's appearance,' said the other man, who Zero didn't recognize. 'You never said that!' The crowd immediately erupted with cries of 'Yes he did!' and 'We ALL told you that a dozen times,'  to which the man replied 'Oh, I see, now all of OT is gathering against me. If you're jealous of my superior intellect, you only need say so instead of resorting to such passive-aggressive insults. Glad I'm above that, you idiots.' Zero contemplated PR-ing the man right then, as it was none other than the very strange guy who ran away on all fours the last time they met. He had been PR'd—several times—but always tried to sneak back in and wreak more havoc, despite the fact that everyone who had been in the city for more than a month knew who he was. But he decided to leave the matter to an on-duty mod, as now was his leisure time, and ...
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