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[Roknrollwill]

Heres what we got;

The Cheesy Man

Chpt 1
   He saw it, It was running at him, all yellow and gooey it was, the Cheesy Man!  George was running for his life on this dark and rainy night, he ran across what seemed like miles of forest to get back to town.  Town, he thought, it wasn't a safe place, all of the cheese men must be waiting for him, they must have eaten all the residents.  He felt tired, but he kept on running.  He stumbled upon a cabin, without hesitation he made a break for it.  Looked pretty old and worn out from the weather and environment.  Didn't seem used for what seemed like centuries.  When he was finally inside he blocked the windows with everything around him, he blocked every passage with anything that seemed unbreakable. It felt like he had been in there for a few minutes when he heard the groans of all the other cheesy men that were passing by the house searching for him. It didn't take long for them to start realizing that he was in there. He didn't even get enough time to rest up, much less sit down on the cold, damp floor, before the walls were being beaten by cheesy arms. He had to think fast, so he began to search the cabin a little, only to find that the back door was jammed. It just would not budge!

Chpt 2
    He slammed his shoulder against it and the weakened bolts that held the lock together gave and here he was in the secret, forgotten room.  To his luck, he found a kitchen.  Looked untouched, but dusty and old.  He knew if he touched something, it would fall apart in his clutches.  He found a pitchfork, looked like it was in fairly good shape.  There was a little leakage above and he saw what caused it to rust on the right hand of the pitchfork.  He picked it up, he could use this to cleave his way out of this mess.  Look at myself, he thought, cleaving my way through 'cheese' monsters in my middle life, seemed unbelievable, seemed like a dream. He had to do, however bad and weird it felt. The cabin's walls and doors wouldn't hold out much longer, and he knew it by the sound of cracking and splitting of the old wood. He still didn't have too much of a plan, other than cleaving his way through cheese men. He knew that sounded a little too easy, and he knew it wouldn't end up like the way he hoped. The cheese men would simply regrow into their natural, yellow shapes. Though it wasn't natural at all. He had to try it, atleast, or he'd end up dying anyway. So he began to turn around, only to see that the cheesy men were already filling up the small, old cabin. How long had he been thinking, he wondered? It didn't seem too long.  Well, it was time to cleave his way through, he shoved a pitchfork into one of the cheese men only to have the pitchfork go through its gooey insides and stick into the wall behind it.  The only thing left to do is run.  He made a break for the door he entered.  He got caught by the hot cheese and it burned his arm really badly.  He ran faster then ever before and lost the men.  He had no idea what else to do.  He took a break and sat down in the middle of nowhere.  He decided to climb a tree and look for the town.  Bad idea because he put his foot on a branch and it snapped and he broke his arm as he fell toward the floor.  It was stinging v
iolently with pain from the broken bone and cheese melt. He clutched the arm that was now hurting very bad. He knew the cheese men were going to find him soon enough, and he knew he had to quickly get himself out of this mess.  He gets his undershirt, makes it into something to rest his arm into then continues his trek.  He felt weary, weary of those monsterous things.  It's a good thing they are cheese.  Very noticable when you hear boiling cheese and yellow goodness. Though, he didn't hear it at the moment, he knew they were getting closer to him. In minutes, he would be surrounded by them. It's a good thing they aren't as fast as him. Every now and then, they would topple over into a puddle, but quickly regain balance and come attack again.  He needs to make a new home, obviously the one at town is heavily guarded by walking mounds of boiling hot cheese.  He needed to research a way to kill them and most importantly, know who made them.  He knows this is man-made, his gut is literally pouncing with instincts that this is man-made.  The first thing that comes to mind in this panic-filled situation is to eat them, but his conscience tells him to not even dare attempt it, for they are too large to eat in all, and they are boiling hot. Then he thinks of a plan that might just work, unless they have some sort of infinite heat supply. Of course they do, he thinks to himself, how would they stay hot if they didn't? He begins to ponder his plan a bit, thinking of a simple way to attempt it. The only thing that comes to mind is to run in there, yelling out, and firing a water hose from the fire department, aiming as best he could. Then he realizes that the fire department is in the very middle of town. That plan will be hard to attempt. The cheese monsters will already eat him by the time he gets even close to the center of town.  He must get to the center of town, being out here is as equal as a death trap as going to town.  He must come up with a plan to get into the da
rk descent.  He must not engage in combat, for he will be over-run in minutes.  He must stay in the shadows becuase if he is seen, the outcome will be the same.

Cooldawson3, Jackbluejack, and I wrote that.

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[cooldawson3]

tell who wrote what.

[cooldawson3]

Im losing connection.  

He shut it down I think.

[Supreme Guy]

[cooldawson3]

-storysnip-

interesting.

wait... is the pad 1 still up?

[Roknrollwill]

wait... is the pad 1 still up?

Want it back up?

[JackBlueJack]

-storysnip-

Pretty good

[cooldawson3]

Want it back up?

meh...  I don't care.

I exported what we had right before it shut down

[Orion]

http://ietherpad.com/

These are exactly the same, what the hell?

Exept Ietherpad doesn't require an account.

You can also just say something like ietherpad.com/cigarettes

and it will create a room called "cigarettes" that you get to by using that link.

[Roknrollwill]

http://ietherpad.com/
These are exactly the same, what the hell?
Exept Ietherpad doesn't require an account.

Same stuff, doesn't really matter.  Not a big difference.

[Supreme Guy]

We were just about halfway home when Gale came to a sudden stop.

"What is it?" I questioned him.

"We've taken the wrong path" Gale said

"Oh dont worry Gale my boy! Lets just turn around"

"It's not just that Tor, look behind you." Gale whispered

I spin around and notice we're outside the Creepzu mine. I also notice the creeper hobbling ever-so-cheerfully towards us.


2
"I've got this one!"

"No you twat!" I cry out as I yank the bow out of Gale's hands.

"These things explode when agitated! You'd kill us both!"

"Well then what do you suggest we do!?"

We both notice the Creeper is standing almost a meter away from us. We both not dare move at the risk of combustion. I've never had a chance to look at one of these things so close before. The creature reaks of dead rats. It's four camel-like legs shake as it peers into our eyes with that cold, lifeless frown. It's almost as if it's saying "end me". We spend almost a minute absolutely still. The creeper turns it's head in reaction to a distant noise. What was that? A human scream? Gale and I both react to the beast's sudden movement and shoot our heads in the direct of the creepers gaze. Whoops. The thing begins to hiss and Gale and I bolt in the opposite direction. I  dive behind a large stone on the side of the path leading to the mouth of the cave and cover my ears. Almost a minute passes when Gale taps me on the shoulder. "C'mon you wuss, let's go," I stick my out of cover and notice an arrow in the now-deceased creeper. loving Terry. Terry, the know-it-all when it comes to monsters, told us that creepers auto-matically explode upon death. Do those things even explode at all? The only information we ever get on monsters comes from that brat. Now for all we know the undead do keep their memories, dragons are flightless and orcs have got the intelligence of a high-ranking scholar!

There are obviously tonnes of errors in the new chapter, but who gives a mothaloving bullstuff acer richards whore ass?
btw, 99% is done by me and a few bits and bobs are done by Frontrox.

[keonesan]

Isn't this the reason Google Docs was created? Lol?

[Wynd_Fox]

Sounds really cool.

[duke 838]

Hunger Games much?

[Supreme Guy]

Hunger Games much?

YES. I'M SORRY OH GOD MY LIFE OH GOD AAH.

NOOOO RUUUUUUUEE