Chapter 4

Fyre!

Chapter 4

“Who will undertake this mission?” Deacon said and looked around. No one said a word, but Rightfall, who had been sitting mournfully by the frozen fountain of Pepsi, rose. He walked over towards Deacon, an armor of Pepsi-like cans enveloping him as he walked. He stopped a meter from Deacon. “What do I need to know?” He said. “Behind that door” Deacon pointed “Is all the un-awesome stuff that exists. You must be prepared for spam, explicit pictures and overly excessive use of Ruben Rolls. Can you do this?” Rightfall nodded silently. “Right, you must retrieve the core of bad grammar. We will literally blast them with spelling worse than their own. Good luck.” With the eyes of everyone following him, the armored Rightfall went in through the door.

The door closed behind him, there was total darkness for a brief moment. Then a light flickered on, blinkingly showing a staircase leading down. Rightfall slowly walked down, listening for anything unusual. Although he did not know what was unusual down here. On second thought, something that sounded thought out and sensible would probably be unusual down here. Rightfall reached the end of the stairs and in the light of the half-broken lamp, he saw a sign on the door reading “Level One”

Rightfall opened the door, prepared for anything, but this still made him shiver. In this room, a bunch of kids were running around with headsets, screaming into their mics, a red cardboard robot was going STFU, a whole lot of Ruben-Rolls (Although awesome when used moderately!) and a lot of other random things. As Rightfall guessed, this was the room of spam, the first level of un-awesomeness. Rightfall looked around till his eyes came to rest on another shabby looking door on the other side of the room. Rightfall took a step in, an every spamming being in this room descended upon him.

Half the kids were burned by the touch of the awesomeness of his Pepsi armor, but most kept on crawling on him. Rightfall toppled and the kids amassed on top of him. Unable to hear anything above the loud screams, he couldn’t hear his armor bending. But he reached for a can from his belt, wrenched his arm free and tossed the can in the air. It exploded and the liquefied win sprayed the room. The kids on top of him melted away, vanishing into a distant swears; and so did the Rubens. Left was only the SFTU robot. Rightfall rose and stood, prepared to meet the foe standing in front of the door he needed to reach.

A tumbler blew across the scene. No one moved. Silence filled the scene and then! A clock rung from far away and both attacked simultaneously. The robot was faster and threw a cup of STFU at Rightfall before he could act. Rightfall leaned back by his knees, time seemed to slow and the cup flew above his head. Rightfall pulled a bottle, unscrewed it and fired a stream of awesome at the robot. It fell to its knees, let out a loud STF…Uuuuuuuuuu and then vanished. Rightfall went to the next door which simply read “Level Two”

He went through the door, but what met him almost made him turn around. It was the room of explicit, all those horrible sightings of Lemonparty, 2GoC and Sandbox. Rightfall had just noticed a door at the end of the room, similar to the last one. He covered his eyes, began walking and hoped not to stumble into something unmentionable. The sounds coming from this room were simply horrible. Rightfall had to activate his emergency Pepsi supply to cope. But at last he reached the door, this one reading “Level Three” and went through.

This was the third level of un-awesomeness, but all there was in the dark room was a pedestal in the middle and a glowing orb on top. Rightfall looked around. There were no further doors so this had to be the Orb of Spam. Rightfall approached the Orb, the way to defeat the lolcats and save the admins. But as he came closer, a circle of flame ignited and from it streamed a torrent of hateful comments, too many to list but all full of hate from whatever flamer that typed it. Rightfall smiled to himself, he knew exactly how to handle this. From his belt, he grabbed a can in each hand, pulled the pin on each with his teeth and threw it into the flame. The sheer awesomeness and sense was too much for the flame to handle, and so died out. Victorious, Rightfall walked in, grabbed the Orb. Then, a flash appeared before him.

Rightfall was in a bright white plane. No one was there but him. Then, a voice boomed across the plane “This is only the beginning of Fyreball” The next thing Rightfall knew, he was back with the others, everyone applauding him. San Ting came over, clapped him on his shoulder and said “Good job man”

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So, here is Rightfalls chapter. Hope you like it. Remember I have promised Rade and Sangheili a dual chapter sometime.

For the next little story arc, there'll be a "search group" going out. This will for now include, Me, Defnop, Qbix, Sangheili, Rade, Dualfinger, Sketch, Deacon, Rawr and quite possibly some more I forgot to write up. If you think your character have what it takes to go too, apply!

- Ting