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SMG4: Perfection chapter fourteenChapter Fourteen:Happy Mar10 Day, Everyone*** “It’s got to be perfect; it has to be perfect. WHY ISN’T IT PERFECT?!” He slammed on the table, glaring at his computer. SMG4’s eyes were filled with red cracks and he was sporting dark circles under them. He’d been working as hard as he could and had looked up everything on the computer about how to make a perfect video, now his search history was filled with words like “where’s the funny”? SMG4 continued to type at his computer while animating various characters and splicing scenes together, trying to make his video perfect. SMG4 continued to seethe and mutter with desperation; “It’s gotta be perfect, it’s gotta be perfect.” KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK! “WHAT?!” The meme man stood up and walked towards the door, finding Meggy outside with an invitation in hand. “Hey, SMG4.” She said, “I know you work hard, but you want to attend the big Mar10 Day party?” “NO, I’M BUSY!” SMG4 cried, and slammed the door shut. He was about to get back to work on his video when he heard another knock on the door. SMG4 answered again, finding Bob outside with another invitation. “SMG4, you are formally invited to the annual Mar10 Day party that will be held soon.” The former Garo announced. “No, I have to make a video!” SMG4 threw an empty soda can at Bob and closed the door, only to hear another knock. SMG4 became irked and more paranoid by the second, he opened the door and found Mario waiting outside with an eager smile. And that was when he figured it out that the plumber was going to retry his attempt to invite him to a Mar10 Day party. “How many times do I have to say it!?” SMG4 cried. “C’mon.” Mario begged. “GO AWAY, GO AWAY!!!” The desperate and somewhat fatigued meme man slammed the door shut, then he reached into his inventory and pulled out a Kamek’s wand. SMG4 swished it, conjuring multiple doors. He began piling them all up on top of the door, making sure that nobody else could get inside. With that done, he returned to his computer to brainstorm and resume his work.--- Mario smiled as he studied the main hall of Peach’s Castle. He’d worked hard to get things decorated for the big event with Mario banners, inflatable Marios, and everything he’d thought of that people would enjoy. It was looking splendid, regardless of anything he was missing. Oh, Mar10 Day was going to be an amazing time for everyone and Mario cared so much about his friends more so than himself. He showed them kindness and they showed him kindness back, what a wonderful world. A pity that Princess Peach wanted nothing to do with it, not after she’d been stuffed into a Pokeball. The fat Italian smiled and looked at his watch; it was time. He looked at the arrangements once more, then he headed to the door, ready to greet the guests as the party’s host. Mar10 Day wasn’t going to start itself.--- The castle grounds were packed as everyone waited for the man of the hour to appear. Almost every single one of Mario’s friends (and enemies) were all here; Saiko, Tari, Kaizo, Meggy, Boopkins, the Wario Brothers, and the guards, Swag and Chris. They’d all been invited to attend Mar10 Day and they could hardly wait to see what was in store. “Wow, he managed to get everyone here.” Saiko remarked. “I can’t wait to rock the party if he wants us to perform music!” Kaizo quipped excitedly. “Ooooh, I wonder what’s in store for us.” Boopkins said with optimism. Wario rubbed his hands together, “Whatever happens at this party, it better be good...” The door soon opened and Mario himself made his entrance. The plumber walked out with a wave and then, he did a jig, hopping and dancing and twirling around. “Hey there, everybody!” Mario said with glee, “I’d like to welcome you all to the annual Mar10 Day!” “Yo, what’s a Mar10 Day?” A Koopa shouted, “It sounds like you think that March 10...” Someone threw a rock at the Koopa and the walking turtle fell over. Mario nodded to the crowd; “Okie-dokie. Are you all ready, everyone? Because it’s time for the biggest day you will never forget. SO, LET’S-A GO!!!”
Original Stories
The Dark Night Pigs Howled...Deep in the Illinois countryside was a farm run by an elderly man named Wolin Harel. He was a former military veteran, serving eight years, then he retired and decided to run his family’s farm. For a long time, the farm consisted of pigs and cows. Now, it was just pigs and horses. The cows vanished one night for reasons unknown. Regardless, Wolin led a simple farm life with nothing to worry about. People came by the farm to collect meat from him; he tended the crops and looked after the animals. Pure and simple. One rarely heard howling at night, especially since the wolves were far away. But one dark night, Wolin found himself dealing with the most eerie case of howling that he had never experienced before. The sun was descending behind the mountain, and the stars had emerged. A chill night breeze descended upon the farm. However, it would be a foggy night, and it would be hard to see the stars twinkling across the sky. Wolin finished tending to the crops and checked on the horses, seeing they were doing fine and dandy. “Have a g’nite, Murlano.” He told one horse, a white-colored stallion. OWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! “Wha...?” The horses whimpered nervously, but Wolin calmed them down. He went to investigate; wolves never came near the farm, and it had been days since he last heard a wolf howling in the mountains. What was going on here? He heard the howl again. There was something off about it; it sounded very spooky. Wolin kept his ears perked and decided to check on the pigs. He breathed in the night air and then walked to the barn where the pigs stayed. He checked inside, shining his light. The pigs looked fine, there were no wolves here. OWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! He turned, seeing a pig watching him. And then he noticed some of the pigs were dirty; he’d just washed them today. Something just didn’t sit right. Moonlight shone through the mist, shining into the barn. Wolin approached the pig that sat on a haystack, watching him. He looked at the pig, and the pig stared at him back. Then he saw the pig’s eyes; they seemed very black. This was nothing new; most of the animals at the farm had black eyes. A few more pigs perked their heads up, looking at the farmer. Wolin’s heart was pounding. He could see there was something very wrong that made him uneasy. The pig continued to stare at him, its nose twitching. He stared back at the pig, studying its strange behavior, and then looked at some other pigs observing him. OWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! He screamed in fright, seeing the pig move its mouth. Instead of a normal oink noise, this pig was howling like a monstrous wolf. The other pigs reared back their heads, howling as well. Wolin shrieked and bolted from the barn as he heard another howl from the pigs. He heard a squeal and saw a few pigs running away, looking very clean. And then the other pigs appeared. OWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Wolin grabbed a rifle from nearby and raised it; the pigs stared at him, snarling rabidly. No, these pigs weren’t right. Something was off about them. BLAM-BLAM!!! He shot one of the pigs, only for one to come closer to him, and howled. Wolin didn’t know what to think, he’d had these pigs for years, and they were fine; how were they acting like this now? A pig came closer, raising its little paws, and claws protruded. The pig opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth. Wolin fired and fired, shooting the pig down. And yet, the howling never ceased. Another pig moved towards him with an ‘OWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO’ and leaped at Wolin with a savage snarling sound. The farmer moved out of the way and ran for it, running for the hills, and then he heard a chorus of howling. And it was all behind him. A few more pigs covered in dirt were racing his way like bulls, growling and howling. Wolin couldn’t understand why; this had to be a bad dream. He ran and pinched himself, but nothing happened. Wolin ran and often fired back, shooting at the pigs chasing him. He heard a squeal and saw a pig, thinking it was his own, but then he saw the dirt patch on its back. The pig howled, staring at Wolin with menacing black eyes, and joined the other pigs. He ran towards the hillside, hoping to get away from the horror that was happening. He could grab a horse, but the pigs would try to intercept. No, how were they pigs if they could howl like wolves? Wolin saw someone standing on the hill, wearing a robe and a cross symbol. He ran to the top, running as fast as his elderly legs could carry him before he heard another OWWOOOOOOOO! “Pastor...” He gasped, “What is this? Do you have insight into what is going on?” “My apologies, Wolin Harel...” The man said with a smile, “I am not a priest, but I am assuming this form for the believers in the light.” “How do you know my name?” Wolin asked, “Have we met?” “No, but thou should know me, for you speak with The Lord. I can see you are dealing with a great travesty as the Night of The Howling Pigs, brought about by someone unspeakably evil. It appears while you weren’t looking, your pigs were corrupted by unearthly powers from Hades.” Wolin was surprised, having never thought he would speak to Jehovah face-to-face. He’d been to church before, but he didn’t expect the divine creator to come down on a night like this to talk to him in the form of a priest. Then again, it was often said that The Lord works in mysterious ways. OWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! “When you say ‘powers from Hades’, you say these pigs are because of some trick of a lord of darkness?” Wolin asked, “Then send me down to confront the one who planned this unthinkable occurrence as it unfolds this night!” He saw the pigs coming, howling viciously, and The Lord placed a hand on his shoulder. “Do you truly wish to delve into that realm just to stop these beasts?” God asked, “There is another way. Perhaps it is time to ascend to a higher plane.” Wolin shot at one of the pigs, then shot at another. And yet, they kept coming. “If I want to stop something like this from happening at another farm, then, of course, I want to go to Hel instead of Heaven to end this nightmare and make them leave my farm alone!” Wolin shouted, “AND THIS ISN’T RIGHT, WHO TURNS PIGS INTO HOWLING MONSTERS? I CAN’T ALLOW THIS INSANE INHUMANITY TO CONTINUE ON! HOWLING PIGS THAT WANT BLOOD!” The Lord pointed to a rock not too far off. “You will not return unless you take the shot and succeed.” He told the elderly farmer. OWOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! A pig pounced on Wolin and tried to bite him, but Wolin pushed him off and shot the pig. He turned towards The Creator, The Lord, Jehovah, the Great I Am. He nodded; he’d prayed to Him many times, and now he had no choice but to travel to the land where demonic entities dwelt. The horror that was The Night of Howling Pigs had to end. He handed Wolin a glowing bullet, instructing him to use it wisely. Wolin moved towards the nearby rock, which seemed to give off an eerie glow in the dark. One of the pigs appeared, snarling and then... OWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Wolin shot the pig and approached the rock, which opened into a glowing hole. He turned to see Him standing close by, the look on God’s face reminding him of what Wolin had been told. ‘You will not return until you take the shot.’ He leaped into the hole, falling into darkness, even as he heard the howling again. He landed on solid ground; luckily, there was solid ground. He gained his bearings, seeing torches and skulls. He could hear howls and looked up, seeing monstrous creatures. The temperature was boiling, but this was the Underworld, the realm known as Hades, also known as Hel. And then he saw him and grasped his gun. “Welcome, fellow farmer.” Standing before him was a man in a cowboy outfit, his face reminding him of Wolin’s father. “You can’t trick me!” Wolin shouted, “I know you are the one who corrupted my pigs and made them howl. You can’t pull anything, and He told me what was happening. The Lord is my savior, and you are an old stinking Scratch; what other motive do you have to do that pig crap?” The being taking the form of a farmer chuckled. And then Wolin saw his true form, a tall dark-red humanoid with yellow eyes, horns, and a tail. And then he shifted, taking the form of a sinister wolf. “Say my name.” The evil being said, “Go on, you who dare speak of Him in my realm. And yes, I corrupted the pigs; they are mine to do as I please. I will do the same to the other pigs on every farm tonight and every other night! Now, farmer. What is my name?” A pig appeared, howling viciously, then it took the form of a wolf and assumed the form of a horned wolf-pig hybrid. It howled once more, baring vicious fangs and its master laughed. Wolin raised his gun. “Mor’loch’orus...” He growled, “Also known... as Scratchy!” BLAM!!! The farmer fired the bullet and struck his foe in the head. Howling filled the realm, Wolin’s surroundings became hazy; the farmer blacked out, and the noises faded. When he opened his eyes, he was near his farm, and a pig was licking him, a clean pig. It stepped back as he stood, and then, it oinked. Wolin smiled. The night of the Howling Pigs was over! And as far as anyone else knew, the whole thing may have been a fever dream.The End...
The Demonic Wolf Head Monster From The MoonOne night, Samantha and her sister Julia were relaxing in the countryside, looking up at the stars. They lived in a house on the hill in the country and this was actually what they did together, stargazing at night most of the time.Everything was peaceful, but then, the peaceful sounds of night were disrupted when the sisters heard a wolf howling a howl that sounded creepy, they frowned and then they spotted a small dot in the sky near the moon. What was it? “Julia, do you have binoculars?” Samantha asked.“Of course I do.” Julia replied, she handed her sister the binoculars. “Thanks.”Samantha looked through her binoculars at the sky as the weird shape got larger than its small dot “form”, then she saw it, a monster from hades: It was a disembodied wolf head with gleaming fiery red eyes, coming down from the moon. “Owoooooooooooooooooooooo!” The monster howled.“What is it?” Julia quipped. “It’s a wolf head monster!” Samantha screamed.“A wolf head monster?” “I thought it was a myth, it comes down from the moon, attacks people and then drags them to the shadow world.”“I didn’t know that, how did you know?” “RUN FOR IT! I’ll explain in the house if we survive.”“I hope so.” The sisters got their feet and made a run for it just as the wolf head descended from the sky, it spotted the sisters and its eyes glowed even redder before it howled monstrously and gave chase after them.Samantha and Julia dared not to look back, fearing what would happen if they did look into the eyes of the beast itself. The two siblings kept running and running all the way up the hill until they reached the house, got inside and locked the door. Samantha and her sister stood in the room, listening and watching as the wolf head demon got closer. The door shook and the creature growled as it tried and failed to get inside the house. Julia grabbed a club, just in case the monster got inside.Brave but fearful Samantha fetched a cross and held it up, repeating the line “The power of the creator compels you” over and over again, trying to keep calm. The monster appeared outside the window, glaring at the girls and gnashing its teeth, roaring and howling. The glass shuddered and misted due to the ominous presence of the demonic beast from the realm of darkness, trying not to break.“Maybe we should hide somewhere else in the house?” Julia suggested. “Great idea,” Samantha hugged her sister and they ran out of the room, then they realized that they had to make sure the house was secure so the monster could not find a way inside and really try to bring harm to them.The girls got to work, boarding up the doors, covering the windows and blocking the fireplace just in case the creature came down the chimney. Once that was done, they retreated for the bedroom and slammed the door shut before locking it. Samantha and Julia hid beneath their bed, which wasn’t that hard as they were good at hiding. It was dark under there too, heck, it was almost impossible for something to chase them under there... unless a cat was after them.The wolf head roared and howled again, this time, it was enraged that two girls were outsmarting it. The beast could sense their fear and determination, it would stop at nothing until it had got what it came for. “Ok,” Julia said, “So what's the wolf head monster and where did it come from?”“Shit!” Samantha exclaimed, “I nearly forgot about that.” “Its ok sister, we were trying to survive the attack.”“Want to know the story about where it came from?” “Go ahead, Samantha. I’m all ears.”“It all started a long time ago, there was this weird supernatural professor guy by the name of Doctor Moonshine, he was always studying demonic powers and always experimenting with unearthly supernatural powers. “One day, he found a wolf in the mountains that seemed to have some sort of supernatural power in its eyes. So, guess what Dr Moonshine did, he initiated a ritual that saw him call upon some dark power from the netherworld on the wolf.“By the end of the ritual, the wolf had changed, it’s body was gone and all that remained was its head. But somehow, it survived was now basically a disembodied head entity with monstrous eyes. “Then it looked at Moonshine and the doctor began to undergo a hideous transformation from a human into a disfigured and demonic humanoid being with gleaming orange eyes, dark-red scaly skin.“After that, Moonshine, who went power crazy, and his wolf attacked a village and used their spooky powers to either turn people into demonic creatures or raise the spirits of people from their graves. “The two supernatural beings were eventually defeated in the end by a mystic monk who used the Staff of Yawae to banish Moonshine to the Land of Shadows where he would wander in darkness for eternity.“As for the wolf head, it went into retreat and was said to go into hiding somewhere within the moon itself. Ever since then, the wolf will occasionally show up on dark nights and attack folks unfortunate enough to encounter it. “If you’re very unlucky, the wolf will send you to the dark depths of the land of shadows where you’ll spend all eternity, tormented by fear and misery. But if you’re really unlucky enough, the monster will turn you into something just like it.“Word has it that if you survive the encounter with the Wolf Head, you’ll be blessed with good luck for the rest of your life and you won’t encounter the creature again save for a few occasions but, fortunately if you do, nothing bad will happen.” “Yikes,” Julia breathed, “That sounds very scary.”Samantha nodded, “It really is.” “That thing can’t teleport into houses and rooms can it?” “I dunno, I never read about it, why?” “Because I get the feeling it may have gotten inside the house.”“What makes you think that?” “I can hear growling outside the room, out in the hall.”“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Samantha listened and so did Julia, who was whimpering uncontrollably, all due to being frightened by the wolf monster. The girls tried to keep quiet as they listened to the sounds of monstrous growls outside the locked door.“We are keeping our voices down, right?” Julia asked. “Yes.” Samantha nodded.“Will it go away?” “I hope it does, the creature usually gives up after a while if it can’t catch its prey.”“Hopefully our parents won’t return home to find that thing in their house.” “OWOOOOOOO, RAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRGH!” The girls muffled their mouths in order to stop themselves from screaming, a bright light shone through the crack in the bedroom door and slightly enveloped the bedroom. The wolf was doing something, what was it gonna do?Samantha and Julia shut their eyes, worried that the beast was coming in and was going to find them. Then, the light stopped and everything was quiet. Curious, the two siblings came out from under the bed and looked around. Nobody there, they unlocked the door and checked the rest of the house, the wolf wasn’t here. Outside, nobody there. Samantha breathed a sigh of relief, she and her sister had done it, they’d survived the wolf and it was gone.But, how did it get inside the house? The teenage sisters got to work unboarding the windows and unblocked the fireplace in the living room as well as the other doors when they realized they’d forgotten to block one of the windows in the living room.So that’s how the wolf got in, the window had been open and unlocked, it flew all over, looking for a way to get inside when it managed to find the window and hovered in before hunting for Samantha and Julia. “I will say this.” Julia said with a chuckle, “We had quite a night, didn’t we? I think it's time we got washed up and go to bed.”“Good idea, sister.” Samantha hugged her year younger sister, “I need a good night’s sleep too and, besides, our parents won’t be home until before the crack of dawn.” THE END
Attack of The Cat ZombiesThe sun shone in the cloudy sky, a small bit of sunlight was pouring over the ruins of Hamburg as people went about their normal lives as a few worked hard to clear up the rubble and rebuild their livelihood they’d lost after the tragic events of the war. Young Hans Shtrudle had just gotten off from a day at school, even at this time, it was a miracle education was still possible in a country torn apart by years of war and dictatorship. Hans was a normal boy with black hair, green eyes, a smooth face and wearing decent clothes. American and British soldiers patrolled the streets, helping people as best they could. Many had been out of jobs and struggling since the dark and challenging days of March-April 1945, especially when many had been Berliners, who’d narrowly survived the Soviet siege of the city. Cats roamed and dogs chased after squirrels, life went on as usual as it had since before the war, before the bombings and before everything was almost gone. Hans had been born to an SS officer and a normal woman, who worked at a factory. Towards the end, Hans’ papa realized the errors of joining the Nazis and retired, however it did not save him from being recruited by the propaganda minister to help fight in Berlin. That didn’t end very well when Georg Shtrudle was shot by a Soviet sniper. In the end, Hans only had his mama, Constanze Shtrudle, a nice and lovely gal in her thirties. They lived in a district that had narrowly survived the bombings and street-to-street battles from the last days of the war, their lives were perfectly happy. Little did Hans know something was about to happen that would almost change everything... Somewhere else, a group of cats were chasing around a flock of birds. Then their ears perked up and they looked up at the sky to see a huge rock coming down. What was it? The rock soon crash-landed and the cats got a good look at it, the rock was brown and green, glowing brightly. Half the cats ran off in fear, but one cat named Sanorf approached the meteor out of curiosity. This came back to bite him when, as soon as he sniffed the rock, Sanorf yowled in pain and fell over. When Sanorf rose, his eyes glowed yellow and most of his skin and fur seemed to fall off. Growling and letting out a moan that sounded like cats about to fight, the zombie cat walked out of the crater and began to seek out other cats to convert. In a local suburb, a cat was sleeping outside the ruins of his owner’s house when it sniffed and smelled another cat coming. Zohein, the gray cat, woke and stood. He saw Sanorf coming and growled, Sanorf growled back and got closer and closer. When close enough, Zohein was about to attack when Sanorf bit him. Zohein shook and began changing... into a zombie cat just like Sanorf. Both cats meowed, waking up Sasha Trensala, who went outside to investigate. As soon as she saw the zombie cats, she let out a terrified scream, only to be silenced when the cats pounced on Sasha and began to eat their human meal, slowly turning her into a zombie cat. Sasha’s final thoughts on Earth were those of her family and her lost son, who’d been brutally taken down by the Soviets in Berlin. In seconds, she became a cat zombie and joined the slowly growing ranks of the walking felines out to take over the world. Vilhelm Torf, an ex-German soldier, and his tabby Stukle were at a picnic in the park, enjoying the overcast day. Vilhelm was unconcerned, he’d retired from military service and gotten his cat shortly before the war. Smiling happily, Vilhelm fed Stukle pieces of steak while eating potatoes, he stroked his cat lovingly on the head, assuring him all would be ok even with many people who had cat phobia for no reason. Just then, cold chills went up his spine and Stukle started meowing. He heard a low growl from nearby and saw a group of cats slowly approaching, dripping blood, their skin messed up and eyes glowing yellow. Vilhelm wondered what was happening, Stukle arched back, ready to defend his master, and attacked the incoming cat zombies. Hiding his eyes, Vilhelm listened to the sounds of cats fighting and flesh being ripped, he hoped Stukle was ok. When the fight stopped, he uncovered his eyes, he saw Stukle had become like the other cats he’d tried to fight. What was going on? “STUKLE?! NOOOOOOOO!” Vilhelm wailed, “My precious baby cat is gone.” He braced himself for the end, ready to join his cat and all of his lost relatives. The group of zombie cats surrounded him and sank their fangs in, recruiting Vilhelm into their ranks. It wasn’t very long until word about the zombie cat apocalypse started to spread, the local news outlets began reporting on it and the news made its way around the globe, people discussing everything in absolute shock, wondering what was going on. Chaos unfolded and spread across Germany within hours of the outbreak, many didn’t believe it as they assumed that zombies only existed in science fiction and a movie was in the works which would not be out for another long time. Meanwhile, Hans was hanging out with his friends, playing hopscotch and other games together, unconcerned about the events that had been occurring. They’d seen a few cats and dogs, nothing majorly suspicious so far. And yet, hearing the rumors had Deiter Velk nervous. “I’ve read about zombies.” Deiter said, holding up a copy of Zombies From Another Galaxy, a sci-fi horror comic that had been published only a few years prior, “To be fair, I thought it's always been ridiculous, walking corpses attacking people and assimilating them.” Hans’ American friend Jimmy Campbell chuckled, “Y’know guys, I could agree with you. I wasn’t into stuff like zombies and never have been, I prefer aliens and dinosaurs and... Hey, what’s that sound?” The kids listened and they soon heard a uuuhh meeoooww uuuuuh noise. The noise echoed across the town, sending cold chills up the spines of those in their homes and outside, minding their own business. “Sounds like a whole bunch of cats getting into a fight.” Hans commented, a hand up to his ear as he listened to the continuing noise. A couple of cats and dogs, who’d been asleep together as animal buddies, woke up and began to scout around to see what was going on. Deciding to follow the animals’ lead, Hans, Jimmy and Deiter explored the area, looking for the source of the noise. Scrunch-scrunch-scrunch, splat, mrooowwwww! “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Hans’ eyes widened. “That sounded like Mr. Kovetchi screaming!” He exclaimed. “The funny old man who likes to pretend he’s a dog man?” Jimmy asked. “He sounds like he’s in serious trouble and needs help.” Deiter panicked. The trio followed the sounds until they turned a street corner and they all gasped in horror, just right there, a horde of ugly looking cats with ravaged flesh and glowing eyes were attacking an old man in pajamas, tearing him apart as he quickly changed into something much less human. “Oh shit, that is gross.” Jimmy covered his mouth, disgusted by the amount of blood he was seeing, “It’s like the cats are...” “Zombies.” Hans breathed. Soon, the cat zombies ceased their attack and the transformation was complete, the cat zombie once known as Mr. Kovetchi stood up and joined the ranks, growling and demonically purring. A few unlucky squirrels seemed to turn into zombie cats too. One of the zombie cats in the lead spotted the kids watching, stepped forward and began to growl in an unearthly growl. This alerted the others and they all spotted the three horrified boys. At that point, Jimmy ran away to barf out his disgust of the zombies, having a sensitive stomach. “RUN FOR IT!” Hans yelled, he and Deiter made a run for it, all the way down the street, the zombie cats had begun to give chase... In the Vokenstein District, New York-born Col. James B. Danes of the 145th Regiment and the other members of his unit were in the midst of patrol duty when they heard the sounds of growling and purring and spotted a couple of cats coming towards them. “Look at that,” Priv. Lee Jayson chuckled, “We got some cats here, I bet they’re looking for food.” Danes tipped his hat, “Sorry little fuzz-balls, we don’t have any food for ya. Looks like you’re gonna have to... Hey, what the fuck?! Jayson, look at their fur and their eyes, they look zombie-ish!” The soldiers saw what was wrong with the cats in a heartbeat and prepared their guns, taking aim as the zombies stood their ground. “You creepy-lookin’ fur-balls better not do what we think you're gonna do.” African American recruit Stan shouted, “Otherwise we’re gonna fire on ya.” When the zombie cats moved closer, the regiment began shooting their machine guns and rifles, the bullets having no effect on the cats. In seconds, more zombie cats appeared and the soldiers were overrun and soon enduring the process of zombie cat conversion. Soon, it seemed the whole town had fallen to the zombie cats. By nightfall, the cat zombie apocalypse had begun and those who’d narrowly survived were retreating to other parts of the country. Among them was Hans, his mum and most of their friends. After sundown, Josten Koksten Joslekorf was leaving the bar in the town of Kokinstog, laughing as he held a bottle of beer after drinking with his friends. He’d been rejoicing dear old Alfred Mokstine’s engagement with Eva Salastine, their wedding would be happening next week. Josten walked through the streets as he headed to his house, eager to see his cat and feed him. Dogs were barking and cats were meowing, the noises echoing in the dark night. The crescent moon had risen and the stars twinkled brightly. As he made it back to his apartment, Jostein thought he saw several cats watching him, eyes glowing in the dark and growling for no reason. He assumed he was drunk and made it inside to find his cat asleep and waiting for him, laying on the couch, purring as he slept. Kartle, that playful dog, ran into the room and sniffed Josten’s legs and beet bottle. Josten ruffled his head and ears, calming his excitement. Josten sat down on the sofa next to his sleeping cat and turned on the radio, eager to listen to some music as he finished his beer. Sure enough, the old radio played the music he was eager to hear. But then, a chill settled across his skin and goose-bumps appeared as the radio station switched from music to news, delivering the most horrible news that Josten never expected to hear... “Today,” The broadcaster said, “A meteor landed and, minutes after that, witnesses reported that cats were becoming zombies and then the cat zombies started attacking people and other cats in the city of Munich. This may be the biggest national crisis since the war last year...” As the radio reported on the situation and the tragedies of the day, Josten was horrified. A zombie apocalypse was unfolding and his country was in crisis again after going through the aftermath of WWI, the Great Slump and the recent chaos of World War II?! He turned the radio off, grabbed a small towel and wiped some sweat off his head, completely terrified. If this was true and zombie cats were out there, running around and converting people and other animals like them, this sounded like a nightmare. Just seconds before Josten turned the radio off, he’d heard that the military was on full alert, weapons being prepared. Thinking about that made his heart beat slowly, after seeing his country narrowly survive the last war, another war taking place was bad news. All he could do was hope that the looming war with the Cat Zombies did not drag on for almost half a decade just like the last two wars. If a war did happen, how many lives were going to be lost and was there a chance the Allies could try to limit as many casualties as possible? Suddenly, Josten’s cat woke, ears perking up and Kartle raised his head. They all heard a noise outside and went to the door, Josten heard the noise too and decided to go investigate. It sounded like rumbling but the rumbling was... different. Cautiously, he opened the door... And to his horror and the fright of his pets, a group of thirty cats with messed up appearances and glowing eyes were standing there, growling demonically. “Wh-what do you damn animals want?” Josten whimpered, eyes welling up, “P-Please don’t h... AHHHHHHHHH!” Kartle and Furnitz attempted to fight the horde of cats only to be quickly taken down and turned into cat zombies themselves, blood sprayed just about everywhere and flesh ripped as the zombies did their work. Josten screamed and ran for the back door, trying to escape. He ran outside, screaming with horror at the top of his lungs and his scream echoed all over the vicinity as Josten quickly found a car and got inside, he sat in the driver’s seat, ignited the ignition and took off across the road, not looking back to see if the zombies were in pursuit. Josten stopped screaming to make sure he didn’t hurt his vocal cords so he could talk to anybody later without having a bad voice, he took a deep breath and drove on into the night, failing to even notice that a huge horde of zombie cats were now pursuing him. Far off in the countryside, well outside Hamburg and miles from Berlin, Holocaust survivor Jons Lenka and ex-Soviet lieutenant Marisa Latokov, who’d been dating for a while, looked up at the stars and the moon with happiness and lack of worry in their hearts. “Quite a night, huh?” Jons asked, he was a blonde man of 22 years old. “Da,” Marisa nodded, she was a red-haired woman, a year younger than him. “Remember our first meeting? You saved me from Auschwitz.” The two of them kissed romantically before sitting up to share a drink of vodka and schnapps, Jons and Maria were rejoicing the 9-month anniversary of when they started dating. Jons hadn’t asked the question yet, but he was going to eventually... assuming they survived the events of the night. “Did you hear the news today?” Jons asked, “A meteorite that created cat zombies? Sounds like something right out of fantasy, doesn’t it?” Marisa giggled, “If the rumors were true, we would be running for our lives and trying to survive the incoming apocalypse, hun.” They both laughed and shared their drinks before kissing again, breathing in the night air. Just then, Jons and Marisa all heard a rumbling sound that almost sounded like the world’s biggest cat purr in history and turned to see a series of lights coming up the hill. Marisa got out some binoculars, her eyes adjusting to see into the darkness, and she screamed, holding Jons’ hand. Jons took the binoculars and gasped, sure enough, a huge horde of cat zombies were approaching. The animals growled and hissed, sounding like demons from Hell. “RUN MY LOVE!” Jons shouted, he and Marisa took off running up the hill, attempting to escape the cat zombies. They found a group of British soldiers camped out nearby at the top and quickly notified the general of the group about the incoming danger before running off. The officer commanding the regiment ordered his troops to prepare themselves and the British began arming, as soon as the cats approached, all guns were locked and loaded. The English soldiers took aim and began firing like wild, attempting to stop the cats in their tracks. In the town of Giltchestrasse, miles between Hamburg and Berlin, the refugees were making preparations for the possibly inevitable cat zombie invasion. Hans was making friends with the local cats, since he was a cat person, he wanted to ensure the cats here were allies. Even the dogs were being trained for when the zombies attacked, every soldier and animal trainer was in the area, running quick drills for the resistance. A handful partied the night away, rejoicing what could be their final night on Earth, in case they did not survive. The tone of it all was dread, suspense and anticipation of what was coming. Radio reports were coming in that several other towns and cities had fallen to the cat zombies and whole armies of those things would be advancing on the capital soon. Several extremely terrified people lost their sanity, grabbed a couple guns and put them up to their heads, claiming they didn’t want to become zombie cat chow and pulled the trigger before collapsing as the guns went off. It was disturbing, especially to many who were friends and family of those folks. While some areas were full of optimism that things would be ok, panic and hysteria reigned most of the time. Hans tried to stay calm, helping his friends keep calm in hopes of making sure nobody launched into full panic mode and started squabbling amongst themselves. A handful of folks, worried about cat zombies in the area, either inspected the cats to ensure that they weren’t infected with a zombie virus or just straight up shot them to make sure they did not become zombies and turn into hideous corpse monsters. Military soldiers, American, British, Canadian and German alike, patrolled the streets and neighborhoods with machine guns and rifles ready and several guard dogs at their side. The night air was slightly chilly yet warm, despite the sense of dread. Almost every single building and house on almost every city block was occupied with either refugees or anti-zombie resistance fighters, a couple drunk people set off fireworks much to the annoyance of the others, who warned them that it could attract the Zombie Cats. Scientists, both national and international, who’d been in Hamburg earlier in the day around the same time the outbreak began, spoke with most of the soldiers and refugees. Many of them had already studied the cause of the cat zombie outbreak and where it, the meteor, came from. Lights were dimmed, many were turned off, just in case the zombie cats were attracted to light despite the fact that cats had glow in the dark eyes and were NOT sensitive to light. Regardless, people were on a wait and watch basis, waiting for the inevitable to come. Inside their homes, behind locked doors, those who hid inside either watched TV, read books, listened to the radio or hid in their beds in fear. Many had just eaten dinner and were spending quiet time in the living rooms, talking amongst themselves and giving themselves assurance. Hans sat in the back of a nearby pick-up truck, hugged his purring orange tabby cat Rudolph and did his best to protect him from anybody who wanted to hurt him while Mrs. Shtrudle read a magazine. Some of the kids close by played hopscotch or played Frisbee with dogs, ignoring the sense of dread. The dreaded wait for the zombie cats, as everyone knew, wouldn’t be long. In fact, the wait was just about over. Somewhere not too far off, a siren began to blare and somebody took to a megaphone and P.A system, announcing that an army of zombie cats was now approaching. Hans got to his feet, asking one of his friends to take care of his pet cat, knowing well that the big battle was about to begin. Either they defeated the enemy and saved millions across the world from the apocalypse or it was the zombie cats who were victorious. Guns clicked and raised, tanks and artillery rolled into position, attack dogs were at the ready and the good cats prepared to fight to their final breath. Many people still in the streets were taking shelter ASAP, hiding indoors and barricading their houses. Law enforcement was on the scene as well, ready to aid the military and town militia. The suspense was now one of a crescendo of tension, soon they came into view, a whole army of up to hundreds of zombie cats, growling like arguing cats and eyes aglow, looking horrifying as ever. Behind the lines of armed defenders, citizens watched with fear. Hans was not afraid, he was confident that they would survive what was coming. There had to be a way to end the menace and save those cats from the horrible disease they were enduring and had become. Just then, the zombie cats stopped advancing, standing still even as their leader stepped forward a few steps and stopped. Yet they still moaned constantly, it was chilling, almost something out of a horror flick or a TV serial. A bald man emerged from a nearby house, a plate of meat in hand. He looked at the zombie cats with curiosity and wondered where they’d come from, they all looked up at him, noses active as they smelled the food he had on his plate. Everyone watched with confusion, what was the matter and why the heck were the zombie cats starting to act like normal curious cats? Plus, since cats were usually meat eaters half the time and domesticated cats were loved, could love and food end the zombie cat nightmare? Many of the zombie cats looked like homeless cats, unloved and uncared for, some abandoned by the loss of their owners in the war and had spent the last several months surviving on rats and struggling to find new owners, feeling sad and alone. Wondering what was going to happen, the man set down the plate and a group of zombie cats surged forward and began eating the meat, a few started meowing like kittens before digging in. Once the cats finished, they rubbed against the man’s legs, purring and undergoing a change. The cats who’d just eaten the stake suddenly turned from zombie-looking back into normal cats with normal skin and normal eye colors. The man picked up a cat and stroked it, smiling. This inspired the people, they started putting together as much food as possible. Within an hour, plates with beef, steak and meat as well as fish were being laid out in front of the zombies with people watching as the animals ate the delicious food. As the cats ate, their condition seemed to cure and, afterwards, they were being given loves by countless people. Hans laughed happily as he scratched his own cat’s head while letting a former zombie cat come up to sniff him. In fact, this was no ordinary former zombie cat: It was, Sanorf, the cat that was patient zero for the whole deal. Sanorf purred happily and, soon, he’d become buddies with Rudolph. As people watched with surprise and interest, many of the cats suddenly turned back into people who’d fallen victim to the zombie cat attack of the day, all thanks to the power of love and yummy food. It was quite the scene, watching it all unfold. Mr. Kovetchi, a group of soldiers and Sasha Trensla all stood back up on their two feet, rubbing their heads in confusion before realizing they weren’t wearing anything. A couple onlookers fetched them new outfits to wear from nearby stores and homes. When it was clear that the nightmare had finally come to an end after so much loss and struggle, the people began to rejoice. There were more fireworks than ever and more people got drunk, many just went to bed, happy they were free from the terror of the cat zombie menace. Later that evening, near midnight, Hans lay in a nice and comfortable bed with his cat by his side as he thought of what had unfolded. He knew that decades from now, not only would his family remember it, but millions would be talking about it as well. Then again, maybe it was best for the history books to ignore that and the governments and scientists of the world could keep the whole thing a wrapped secret. After all, who wanted to hear that another war nearly broke out because of a meteor and zombie cats...? Turning out the lights, Hans drifted off to sleep, thinking very little of the zombie cat crisis as he drifted into the land of dreams where he and his cats embarked on an adventure into ancient ruins, facing ancient terrors and finding ancient treasures, coming home rich and known as heroes.The End...
The Lone Traveling Kung Fu SwordsmanA long time ago, in the land of China, there was a man named Kro-Chom who was a traveler. But he was no ordinary adventurer, he was adept in the ways of martial arts and swordplay, often seeking enemies to fight on his adventures Our story begins with Kro-Kom crossing a red bridge after passing through a red gate in the Li-Chan province on one of his many journeys, he was wearing a simple straw hat along with a martial arts outfit, his sheathed swords at his side. Kro was on the look out for any dastardly deviants who dared cross his path, he was always on guard and always had been, ever since his teens when he lost his parents to an attack by sword-wielding mercenaries hired by the emperor to take out his enemies. The sky was bright blue and cloudy, the sunlight shining through the clouds, and the summer breeze smelled peaceful and fresh, at least for now. Kro’s instincts warn him the possibility that there were dangerous foes close by, waiting to strike at any time. Regardless of his mind’s warning, the young traveler continued on into the village up ahead, populated by many townsfolk who seemed to be terrified, mainly due to the fact they seemed to be ruled by the most feared gangsters of all gangsters. As Kro entered the Li-Chan village, he made little eye contact with the curious locals, not even looking into the eyes of one of the guards who shouted at him, demanding to know what he was doing here. Kro’s tummy was rumbling, he was hungry. Noticing a food establishment close by, the starving, young adventurer turned and walked towards the front door, pushing his way through it and into the room occupied by nervous villagers and fearsome ninja thugs, the bartenders at work serving meals. Kro took his seat at an empty table, gesturing for one of the waiters to bring him a meal and asked for a bowl of spaghetti. Ignoring the prying eyes of everyone else, the warrior traveler decided to go to town on the deviants once his meal was done. His meal soon arrived, smelling sweet and decently put together, complete with a fork. Kro picked up his fork and dug in, chowing down on his well deserved meal after not eating in ages since his last breakfast early in his journey. “You must be one hungry man.” A masked and shirtless man growled close by, observing Kro, he was wearing a demon bull mask that had a menacing snarl on it, “How much do you eat every day? Where do you come from, stranger? What is your name?” The traveling martial artist sword-wielder held up his hand, silencing the chatter of all those in the room, wishing to not be disturbed. This irritated the man with the bull mask, who shouted at him, demanding that Kro speak before he got beaten up. Finishing his meal, Kro stood, letting it digest as he glared at the thugs in the room, who brought fear to the citizens of the village. “You oppressors made the mistake oppressing those seeking to live in freedom,” He declared, “This ends now.” Drawing his steel blades, Kro got to work, attacking the goons while trying not to hurt the citizens as he sliced and diced while deploying his martial arts skills, kicking and punching and cutting down his foes while either knocking them out or ending their lives. The fight was impressive, many of the intimidating villains in the room attempted to take down this mysterious warrior only for them to not stand a chance as a handful ended up losing their arms or were all knocked out. By the time Kro was nearly finished, one goon remained: A man in black and red robes, wearing a straw hat. The man whimpered in fear and ran out the door, screaming in terror over how his allies had fallen so easily. With the enemies in the room gone, the innocent and kind customers thanked Kro, the men and boys shaking his hand while a few of the women kissed him on the cheek. “What is your name, stranger?” The bar owner asked. “My name is Kro,” Kro answered, “Kro-Chom, I’m just a traveler who roams around, helps those in need and faces many foes, dangerous or not.” Kro walked out of the bar as the people inside waved good-bye, he was just about to leave town when the thugs in the streets and nearby buildings, who’d heard the commotion, drew their spears and swords, jumped out to attack him. Always ready for a challenge, the wanderer leapt into action, taking down as many enemies as he could while not letting anyone succeed in hurting him. Heads rolled, arms fell off and blood splattered as Kro sliced down many of the goons, defending himself. Villagers who’d lived in fear of their captors for countless days watched on as the mysterious man in martial arts clothes fought off the armed mercenaries, either ending their lives, knocking them out or sending a few running for the hills. Just like in the bar, the battle was over in minutes and the goons were cleared out, the kung fu swordsman traveler victorious as the citizens rooted for him and thanked him for liberating them from the deviants’ tyranny. Kro accepted their thanks, as well as a necklace of gratitude and fortune bestowed around his neck from a young girl, who had a great appreciation for heroes, before deciding it was time to head on his way. Leaving the village as the villagers waved their generous goodbyes and requested him to come back someday, the hero smiled and breathed in the afternoon air, ignoring the cold chills crawling up his skin that told him he would soon be facing another foe. He’d faced many enemies during his travels: Dragons, goons, sea monsters, enemy ninjas, warlords and rival travelers. Kro had seen most of the world and knew what to expect, he’d learned many lessons, he even learned to expect the unexpected. Thunder started to rumble and black clouds began roll in, covering the bright blue sky and blocking out the sun. Kro put his hand on the hilt of his sheathed sword, prepared for what may come, knowing these weren’t storm clouds. No rain was coming today. A loud roar shook the world and the ground began to rumble, lightning flashed in the sky above, lighting up the clouds. As Kro watched, a large snake-like shadow began to form in the clouds, getting larger and coming into more focus as the minutes ticked by. Kro drew his swords and he saw the creature as it emerged, the gigantic six legged, black eyed dragon with red scaily skin, a demonic entity from the darkest abyss in the feared and legendary dark world. It had finally come for him, it had come for his soul. And riding the monster were four black, cloaked and demonic figures wielding tridents and swords. Was this an illusion or was this real? Ready for battle as always, adrenaline kicking in, Kro leapt forward into the air, prepared to fight. The beast blew a gust of fire at the traveling swordsman-martial artist, missing him by inches. Kro reached the dragon and jumped onto its head. The demon’s riders took notice of the man, who’d made it up here with such incredible feet, and sprang into action. Charging at him, attempting to take him down and steal his soul, hoping to condemn him to eternal darkness. But Kro-Chom was not a man who’d allow his own life to end and his own soul to be sent to the underworld. Despite having done a few questionable deeds on his travels, he was a good man and wished to journey to the Land of the Celestials in the future. Seeing the incoming attackers and trying to make sure the dragon didn’t throw him off or attempt to eat him, Kro jumped high over the heads of the demon riders, flipping around and rushing at them all, knocking one of the riders off with a kung fu kick. Briefly mourning the loss of one of their own kin, the other Demon Riders attempted to stab and incapacitate the traveler, who remained persevering and vigilant, not backing down or losing the fight. He brought up the swords and attacked them. Kro had rarely gotten into a three on one sword fight with anybody before, let alone a fight between him and a group of demons. But this was a worthy challenge, he would never forget this and would speak of it to his kids one day... if he ever had kids. A trident wielding Demon Rider attempted to headbutt Kro, who simply ducked to avoid that and stabbed the cloaked figure in the legs, drawing blood, as the enemy cried out and fell over, all to the shock of his fellow demon riders. Smiling tauntingly, Kro impaled the Trident Weilder and ended him before going for the other Demon Riders all while the dragon roared as it could hear the battle behind him, all the way up to when Kro cut down the last Demon Riders. As the blades cut through the cloaked figures, bisecting them at the torso and taking off their heads, they howled and shrieked before vanishing in a wisp of smoke as Kro’s demon enemies headed off to their world. The dragon roared in fury, having sensed what had happened, and began thrashing about, attempting to throw Kro off and eat him. But the lone traveling warrior was quick and well-balanced, he stayed on the beast and searched for its weak spot. He could not let the dragon remain alive, he’d heard stories about the Demon Dragon and what it had done. According to legends from hundreds of years ago, the Demon Dragon often came, seeking to attack travelers and take them to its dark domain. It was said that the Lord of Evil Cytonicus created the dragon as his ultimate weapon to use in the apocalypse and the war against the Celestials, but before it could happen, Cytonicus was testing the dragon by having it pursue travelers and the innocent. Many heroes, according to legend, had tried and failed to defeat Cytonicus’ Dragon. But today, Kro was destined to be the first hero to slay this evil entity at last. He found a soft spot in the creature’s skin on its head, above the brain, and plunged his swords in it. The dragon screamed in pain as dark blood sprayed from the wound in its head, the creature’s pupils began to dilate and the dark demon fell to the ground, its life coming to an end. Kro jumped off the dragon and landed safely, watching the scene unfold. At long last, after many generations, the Cytonicus Dragon collapsed to the ground and let out one final roar before it perished forever, what remained of the demonic beast disintegrating into ash and bone until only its horned, lifeless skull remained. Kro approached the dragon’s skull to examine it, hoping that dark magic wouldn’t dare to bring it back. He reached his hand down towards its mouth, putting it on one of the beast’s many teeth, grasped it and pulled, taking off the tooth. Then he cut off the horn, deciding to take the tooth and the horn with him, mostly as his award for defeating the most feared monster in the universe. Kro placed the tooth and the horn into his traveler’s pocket, he’d collected a few things over the years. A necklace along with a dragon horn and tooth, the traveler thought later as he sat next to a fire at a campsite in a Chinese forest, thinking of today’s events and examining the necklace along with the tooth and bone, very lovely gifts for me. Kro ate into his dinner, having just hunted a deer and cut it up after impaling it, taking the animal’s life. His meal tonight was a deer stake he’d whipped up despite the limitations of this age, the food tasted great, like the stake he’d eaten as a young boy. After finishing his meal, Kro sat by the fire alone as his meal digested. He thought of today’s events and what tomorrow would bring, tomorrow, he would be on the road again, going wherever his travels would take him. Taking off his hat yet keeping his boots on, Kro lay down in his sleeping bag and went to sleep, drifting off into dreamland as he sought his much needed rest after a long day of adventuring complete with fighting a village full of mercenaries and slaying demons. Another great day of traveling in the life of Kro-Chom...The End...
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Octo-Duke and Skarlet's passionate beach night by cvgwjames
Jaxl giving Melony some comforting company -SMG4- by cvgwjames
SMG4: The Lost Splatoon Idol chapter sixChapter Six: The End of An Era~~~-Calamari County, years ago- He looked out the window with giddiness in his eyes, watching as a pair of Inklings in cowboy outfits galloped by on large Sea Horses while one twirled a Splattershot. One cowboy whooped, and lifted his hat, while proclaiming, “YEEHAW!” “You see those Inklings out there?” He heard his father say, “They’re the best of the best. They worked hard, they never gave up, and they never failed. They’re the most respectable in this town, and in Inkopolis, true champions, in Splatfest, and those sea horse rodeos. They worked hard to become famous, well-respected, just as others before ‘em have.” Young Walter turned away from the window, looking into the gray-blue eyes of the tall Inkling in a black shirt and gray jeans, the man who was his father. He looked at him with love, with excitement, and respect. “Just like you, dad.” Walter said, “You’re the best of the best, the best Splatfest champion in the world.” “One day, Wren...” Walin told the boy, putting a hand on his shoulder, “When your day comes, it’ll be you out there on the turf, and I know you will be one heck of a champion like I am. "But know this, there is no glory in defeat. Failure will not and cannot be tolerated, losing is not an option. You fight hard and prevail, or the world will leave you behind as a forgotten memory.” “I won’t fail you, father.” “That is good, partner.” Walin told the promising young boy, “If you fail, not many people will be willing to help you, because in some cultures, the weak don’t deserve help, and I probably won’t be there to help you...”-Inkopolis Plaza, years later- He rubbed his head, processing what had happened on the bridge. Walter “Oneshot” Wren, the King of Splatfest, the Unsplattable Oneshot, had trained hard, and never faced defeat on the field before. Captain Squid Star was a different story, especially since Wren had persevered that day, and managed to take him down before time was up. Right now, in the Plaza, and just minutes before the final results of the Splatfest were announced, he was enduring the sting of defeat. Wren could hear the buzz of Inklings chanting “green beans” again, and he could hear Inkura chatting with her crew. “Dear, are you okay?” Wren could hear his wife’s concerned voice. The defeated squid looked up, seeing Anetta holding his hand, and he held her hand back. Wren smiled, and leaned in to kiss her, which made him feel a little better after what happened. His niece Sophia stood near him, looking at her incredible uncle with concern. Wren’s brother, and Sophia’s father, Michael, looked at the sports star with apprehension in his eyes. “I’m okay...” Wren told Anetta, his niece, and his brother, “It’s just that, things don’t work out in the way we expect them to do. That move she pulled back there, I... never saw anything like it before, but I thought I could still do it. I... still pulled through in the matches before then.” Michael stepped towards his brother. “If I’m being honest, Walter...” He said, “I... I didn’t think you’d actually lose, but when you think about it, you... likely got ahead of yourself.” “What’s up?” Wren turned around, seeing a green-haired Inkling boy wearing a mask, a green sweater, and dark shorts. The beaten “Splatfest champion” had seen a lot of green Inklings, but this guy was like someone he’d never met before. And then, there was the tall-looking guy in a green army uniform, who didn’t look like an Inkling. Trying to be polite, even as the memory of his defeat still stung, Wren waved. “Hi, uh, I don’t believe we’ve met before. Who are you?” “My name’s Spider, ASpider25...” Spider introduced, “Some folks just call me ‘Green’, I’m Inkura’s... friend.” “Nice meeting you, Spider.” Wren quipped as he shook the masked Inkling’s hand with a smile, then he looked at the tall man in the green uniform with the ‘A’ symbol on it, “And, uh, who’s the dude in the green military uniform?” “Oh, this guy?” Green chuckled, “He’s a... friend of mine, sort of a human military ambassador, a corporal. He goes by the codename ‘Spider’, which is also the name of a special forces unit he’s part of.” “What’s up?” The soldier introduced, his voice was silky and almost reminded Wren of the voice coming out of the masked Inkling’s mouth, which greatly perked the black-haired Splatoon star’s curiosity by the second. “Is it just me? Or did your human acquaintance actually sound like you?” Wren asked curiously, “I swear I heard your voice coming out of his mouth.” “Don’t worry about a thing, Wren.” Green said to the highly-skilled Turf player with a chuckle, “There’s nothing super fishy that is taking place. Me and Spider are good buddies, and Inkura doesn’t mind him.” “Speakin’ of Inkura, what the carp was that move? I have never EVER seen anything like it, popping out of ink puddles in squid or humanoid form, just where in the world did that even come from?” Inkura, who was standing close by, giggled, and gave Wren a sheepish look. “If I’m being honest, I have no clue, dude.” Green told the Splatoon star, “Inkura is full of surprises, which is what makes her victory over you a pretty exciting one, if I say so. She’s got some real special skills, even though she can be quite a goofball on some levels, and they’ve come in handy during some misadventures we had.” “Really?” Wren smirked, “I bet you a Sea Snail you can’t splat Inkura while she’s doing that whack-a-mole move.” “Is that a challenge, Mr. Oneshot Wren?” “Ooooh.” A couple squids and jellyfish exclaimed. “You bet your Splattershot it is.” Wren told Green. “Oh, it’s on, asshole!” The masked, green-haired Inkling pulled out a Splattershot, and glanced at Inkura, “Do your thing, Inkura.” Inkura brandished her weapon, and inked up the pavement around her, then she morphed into her swim form and dove into one of the ink puddles as several Inklings gasped. Green aimed his weapon, keeping an eye on the puddles, and waiting for Inkura to make her reappearance. He stepped into the middle of ink patches, looking around, and then, Inkura raised her head from a puddle behind her friend. She giggled, and Green whipped around, then Inkura dove back into the ink. The squid girl reappeared next to the Inkling boy, and dove back under when he turned in her direction. His finger was on the trigger, and Inkura popped up, and down, taunting Green while he tried to catch the persistent squid girl, all while she continued to evade being caught by the masked squid. “You have to admit, this is almost funny.” Anetta commented as she placed a hand on Wren’s shoulder. “Woomy!” “Whoooaaaaaaa!” Green fell over on his butt, and Inkura laughed as she exited the ink puddle. She laughed at the masked squid, and several other Inklings started laughing with her. Green rubbed his head, feeling a hint of dizziness from trying to catch his own friend. Wren stepped forward, smirking at the masked Inkling. “I was right.” The squid sniper remarked, “Looks like you owe me a Sea Snail.” “The Squid Sisters are on the air!” A Jellyfish exclaimed, “They’re about to report the results of the Splatfest!” “Alright!” Green quipped. “Heck yeah!” Spider proclaimed with a grin. “GREEN BEANS, GREEN BEANS, GREEN BEANS, GREEN BEANS!” A large crowd of Inklings chanted. “Oh, those beans are nothin’ compared to potatoes, which are so good, you can eat ‘em raw.” Wren remarked, staring up at the jumbotron as a chime echoed over the city plaza. “I don’t think today is Potato Day, Arthur.” He heard his brother quip. The Squid Sisters’ logo flashed across the screen, accompanied by the famous chime, and the live footage of Callie and Marie in their studio appeared. The screen behind them showed the Splatfest banner, and the words ‘Splatfest Results’ rolled in. “Hold on to your tentacles...” Callie said in her peppy tone. “It’s Inkopolis News Time!” Marie finished. “We have some very exciting news for all of the squids out there, those who watched the Splatfest, and those who partook in the event.” The peppy Callie exclaimed. “Oooh, what is it, what is it?” The laid-back cousin asked, trying to contain her excitement. “It’s the results of the Potatoes vs. Green Beans Splatfest!” ‘C’mon, let’s have a tasty victory for ‘em potatoes.’ Wren thought, taking notice of how excited Inkura and her friends were. “Let’s see ‘em.” Marie said with a smile. “First, we’ll see which team or, rather, food was the most popular.” Callie announced, the Splatfest theme banner changed and a popularity chart made its appearance, numbers began rolling in and every Inkling in the Plaza held their breath anxiously. “Come on...” Marie breathed, “Come on...” “Well, would you look at that!” Callie exclaimed, “Looks like the squids out there really love green foods. Potatoes may be tasty, but today, the food with the most popularity is... the Green Beans!” The Green Beans side of the Splatfest banner lit up, and an 89.5% score appeared, surrounded by a yellow star. Inkura punched the air excitedly, and Wren stood there, surprised by what had happened. He loved the potatoes, and he had hope they could still beat the beans. But the signs were clear, and he didn’t see the writing on the wall. ‘No...’ He thought. “Bummer!” Callie remarked, “And they say potatoes are so good, you can eat ‘em raw.” ‘At least someone agrees with me...’ Wren thought. “He-he, maybe another day, Callie.” Marie said to her cousin, “We can still have baked potatoes with beans for dinner next Saturday. But now, to determine which team had the most battle victories.” The popularity screen vanished, replaced by a new screen that tallied the Splatfest battle results. Tower Control, the Rainmaker Challenge, and the Turf War, the results of both events would all add up to the overall final results of the Splatfest. And even before the scores were added up, Wren knew it was over, he had failed his family, and the many fans who believed in him. Worst of all, a majority of those fans were aspiring Turf players, or those with dreams of becoming Splatfest champions, and one of them was a sweet orange Inkling girl whom he’d gifted one of his beanies to. He didn’t see her in the crowd, and that left him to wonder where she was right now. But, Wren began to ponder; if young Meggy Spletzer and her parents were all seeing what was happening, would the young squid girl still respect him, and would she still want to be a Splatfest champion, and a ‘great Turf War player’ just like him? Perhaps Wren had already lost, even before his match with Inkura. Before this Splatfest, he’d retired from the field after his victory over Captain Squid Star, and Wren had many victories behind him with rows of Splat Cups to show for it. But he knew, he wasn’t the ultimate Splatfest player, despite being number one. There were many other Turf War players, aspiring or high-ranking, who wanted to be famous Splatfest champions. And, when Wren retired, he was aware there would be others who were eager to claim the title he held, and some of them likely achieved that. And one of those players, who was claiming the title he held, was Inkura. Wren recalled the day of his first meeting with the girl he gifted his beanie to, and before they parted, young Meggy had promised she would train hard until she became his successor. Right now, she was probably still training, and it would likely be a few more years until she was out there in the field. Right now, the only Inkling in the city who just proved to be Oneshot Wren’s successor, was Inkura. She and Wren watched the jumbotron, as Callie and Marie gathered the battle results, seeing which team had emerged victorious in the most battles overall. “Bada bada badabing badaboom.” Callie said dramatically, imitating a dramatic drumbeat. “C’moooooooon.” Marie intoned. The numbers flashed across the screen, with the battle tally being two to three. Two for Potatoes, and three for Green Beans. The latter got 25 additional points for it’s victory, especially in the last round. Inkura squealed, and Bucky whooped. Stella and Veronica grinned from ear to ear. Even Green was happy as he patted his friend on the shoulder. Wren could hear several Inklings chanting “green beans” excitedly, and a tear rolled down his cheek. He felt a pat on the arm, and turned to see his wife looking at him with a smile. The once-great Splatfest star held Anetta’s hand, feeling some comfort knowing there would still be people who cared about him, even as the world moved on without Oneshot Wren. He accepted the glimmer of hope that his family would still care, but Wren knew things wouldn’t be the same again, and he could already hear someone mocking him, calling him a ‘Oneshot Loser’. The former champion and his successor watched as the final results were announced, and for the Potatoes and Green Beans, with the popularity and battle victory scores adding up into the overall results, it was: 230 - 360. “Great jellyfish!” Marie exclaimed, she smiled at the camera, “Looks like I’m having some tasty greens tonight, maybe Ms. Inkura and Team Limestone would like to join me. That’ll be quite the Splatfest Champion feast if you know what I mean.” Inkura hugged Green excitedly, thanking him for his support, and Wren watched with a weak smile as his victorious Splatfest rival rejoiced her victory with the others. Just then, some green-haired squid in a yellow hat ran up, and kicked Wren in the groin, mocking him. Wren lowered his head in near shame, knowing this was the end of an age, and the start of a new one. The question was; how long would the Inkura Era last?

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bitbyboth Featured By Owner May 4, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the invitation! I'm happy to join the group, hope you like DMC fanfiction! :)
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dodgegirl66 Featured By Owner May 5, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
Alright, Bring on the Dante/Nero luv!!!!!!! I'm sooooo excited.
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bitbyboth Featured By Owner May 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
WOO! :D
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StarinaSparda Featured By Owner May 4, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I have been a fan of yours since I found you on FF.net...bring on the DantexNero!!!
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bitbyboth Featured By Owner May 4, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
WOO! Thank you! :) Do you have a limit on how many submissions a day or anything like that? I don't want to spam everyone so I'll try to limit myself as well :XD:
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Three a day is what is allowed for the group
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dodgegirl66 Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Hobbyist Photographer
I just finished reading the poems that were added here and I must say, I enjoyed them all. We have so many talented writers here on DA. I cannot wait to read more. Please keep them coming guys.
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WHOOO I'M IN! :)
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Thanks for joining :iconstarplz:
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:)
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