TREEhugger101 (2013-12-06 07:52:21)

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Tree sat idle in the chatrooms, observing the user list. She groaned, eyeing two particular usernames: each with a small cyan square next to them.
Newtodays.
The number of Newtodays had drastically increased, from four a day to a brobdingnagian forty-three. The chatrooms were flooded with noobish posts and half-baked romance RPs. The forums were a barren wasteland of "the 1D game" and "marios adventur in mushrom kindom".
3DSPlaza was ravaged. Only sixteen decent users remained. Tree was one of them.
As she shut her DSi3DS2DSDSLiteXL, a large, purple portal materialized in front of her, the portal to 3DSPlazaland.
She hopped in.
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The floors, formerly pristine marble, were stained and cracked with 1D and JB propaganda posters strewn about the floor. The ebony pillars were crumbling, and from each wire-arched portal to the chatrooms you could hear screeches and bellows. The mods' portals were ruined, after overuse, and Robdebot was trying to update them. The last two mods were stuck in Plaza forever.
As Tree navigated the newtodaystruck empire, she came across a herd of newtodays, eyes ringed with purple, teeth filed into points. They howled and clawed at the thin wire fence keeping them restrained.
Tree shuddered. The mods had run out of bangun ammo in a mere day or two.
She made her way to the Plaza Palace, where Rob sat high on his throne. She bowed her head slightly, he nodded, and handed her a bangun.
The wordless exchange left her a Fictional Chatroom Moderator.
And she had to do her duty.
Taking a deep breath, she leapt into the RP room portal, into a pit of insults and hellfire.

-TO BE CONTINUED-

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TREEhugger101 (2013-12-06 08:04:26)

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"YOU [censored] MORON, GO TO HELL!"
"KISS MY ASS, [censored]"
Tree stood, horrified, as Decents fought the newtodays, headsets on and fingers flying on slim black laptop keys.
They were all in an arena, floored with sand, a red line in the middle. The right side held two Decents. The left had twenty-six newtodays. Anybody who crossed the line was shot with a bangun.
Tree promptly strode towards the craziest of the newtodays, eradicating them with a few shots of the bangun. The rest kept fangirling. Moving on to the next room, she did the same until all the rooms were regulated, and returned to Rob. He drew a line across his neck silently.
What?
She heard the moans of one thousand newtodays escaped from their bancages. They hobbled forward slowly, arms outstretched.
Rob inhaled and removed the B4N5W0RD 0F GL0RY from it's sheath on his throne. The mods materialized with Banswords, while the Decents rushed forward brandishing Bandaggers.
The war of 3DSPlaza began, the war that would save it or kill it forever.

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2013-12-06 08:07:09

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ConnorRonnoc (2013-12-06 08:08:26)

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This is actually pretty good +1

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TREEhugger101 (2013-12-07 02:22:47)

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Tree awoke with a pounding headache and a sour taste in her mouth. The Mods and Decents were covered in a rainbow of Newtoday blood, with frowns plastered onto their haggard faces. She sat up slowly.
"Where's Rob?"
On of the Mods shook her head, trembling.
"He's gone. He... got the GR34T B4N5W0RD and shoved it into the Host. Blew up 3DP along with the Newtodays."
Tree trembled, a look of horror slowly developing on her face.
"...He... Didn't make it out in time, did he?"
The Decents looked downwards.
"We're in BL4NK now. The backup website Rob made in case he had to blow up 3DP." the other mod said. "We got the GR34T B4N5W0RD but it's only prototyped for Rob to use it."
"Then we're dead. Trapped." Tree slid off of the bed, facepalming and sighing. "We'll never get back to 3DP again."
"Our plan is to try to tear into another large, DS themed website and find refuge there until we can rebuild a portal to 3DP. When Rob blew it up, he left the Palace and RP Room unscathed so we could make it back and rebuild 3DP. The problem is that we need the B4NSW0RD to tear out of this place... and Rob is gone."
"Let's do it. I don't give damn if the B4NSW0RD doesn't work, we'll find a way out." one of the Decents piped up.
Tree nodded stiffly.

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TREEhugger101 (2013-12-07 06:42:42)

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;-; ^

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imawsome12 (2013-12-07 07:32:25)

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Can I be a decent user? I was new when plaza was up.

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imawsome12 (2013-12-07 07:34:54)

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I like it. +1

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Gamzee (2013-12-07 21:08:54)

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I love it,

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TREEhugger101 (2013-12-07 22:27:34)

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The walls of the Web had restricted them. The GR4ND B4NSW0RD wouldn't power up unless Rob did it, so it was useless. Tree sighed, hearing another fuzzy thunk as one of the Decents banned off the Web wall.
"We should just use the B4NSW0RD already." one of the mods clucked.
"Rob is GONE!" the other Mod stamped her foot and groaned.
Tree walked to the B4NSW0RD in silence. She picked it up and examined it. Blue Websteel shone in the white light of BL4NK. The hilt was crisscrossed with Webleather, a fluorescent cyan line going through it.
She gripped the handle tightly and thrust it through the wall.
Nothing happened.
Then, in a brilliant burst of blue, BL4NK blew open.

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Gamzee (2013-12-08 14:52:00)

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.o.

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TREEhugger101 (2013-12-11 06:15:54)

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-I think I'll close this story, it's kinda running into a rut. Thanks for all your support!-

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