Shrieking Truck
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Post by Shrieking Truck on May 30, 2015 13:41:37 GMT
But he couldn't! Untying a knot with 1 hand was a bit to hard, so he looked for the nearest object to help, when he saw a knife next to a book. He tried to reach for it but couldn't because it was too far away. He picked up the book and tried to write his way out. "And... Isaac... Walked... Over... But... nudged... the... knife... just... enough... for... Ryan... to... reach... it" Ryan picked up the knife and quickly cut the rope and then pointed the knife at Isaac. "On with the show already" Ryan said, still pointing the knife at Isaac. "Don't you have anything better than thin air to defend yourself?"
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Post by toz76 on May 30, 2015 14:25:23 GMT
Isaac smiled. "Why, yes. Come here, Cocopuff."
A bald, scarred man with a canary yellow trench coat burst in. He removed his trench coat to reveal [censored- such an ugly combination of clothing that it is deadly]. Ryan stumbled back, clutching his eyes.
"Ha! Cocopuff get youu!" Said Cocopuff, who also talked in the third person.
Suddenly, in ran Toz, Thomasrocks, and TGC.
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Shrieking Truck
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Post by Shrieking Truck on Jun 1, 2015 2:52:06 GMT
Where TGC discovered the pure evil in the clothing, the one color in it that stabbed him in the back repeatedly ( www.colorhexa.com/ccff00 ) from where he came from the color was called puke yella and was the pure evil of their dimension, but then he did the thing he was prepared to do for years, he threw a chicken at cocopuff, the yellow faded off into a better green color, ( www.colorhexa.com/80ff00 ) Ryan was able to open his eyes and stab cocopuff, then he turned the knife to Isaac
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Post by toz76 on Jun 1, 2015 12:50:56 GMT
As Cocopuff teleported back to whence he came, Ryan freed the rest of the SiFers. They stared Isaac down.
"Okay, nicely done. Now, I will give you one chance to live. If you choose to join my organization, I will let you live. If you opt out, you will die. One-time offer."
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Shrieking Truck
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Post by Shrieking Truck on Jun 2, 2015 16:27:12 GMT
"Meh lets just kill him" TGC said as he grabbed the knife and stabbed Isaac. But then from the doorway came... www.colorhexa.com/ccff00 "don't let it touch you!" TGC yelled as he jumped on to a table.
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Post by toz76 on Jun 3, 2015 12:44:11 GMT
"Why are we being attacked by a color?" Asked Clay, as he joined the SiFers hiding in various creivices.
Isaac stood, and crawled into the wall of color. He instantly vanished
"What is that thing!" Shrieked shanedooiney.
Just when the SiFers were running out of room, Casey Jones discovered a trapdoor. He held it open while the other SiFers went through.
They found themselves in...
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Post by Ryan on Jun 3, 2015 16:32:24 GMT
Received a complaint over this thread regarding the dominance of two individuals who seem to be taking over. If it keeps happening, and the little references that only 'one other member can understand' continue, I'll have no option but to put things in terms that no-one will have trouble understanding - I'll close the thread down completely.
Please have a bit of consideration for fellow users here guys.
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Post by toz76 on Jun 4, 2015 14:01:01 GMT
I profusely apologize, I didn't realize we were dominating this thread. I will leave it alone for a while, so that other people can join in.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 4:04:29 GMT
C'mon back toz76 - I'm posting here now so you're free to make another contribution (and besides, I like your entries when you're given good stuff to work with). If this thread ever gets dust on it, don't be afraid to post here again shortly after your last one! This thread has always been a great concept, and it deserves to be bumped, I think... so long as it's done right. But first, I'd like to encourage everyone to go back a few pages and do some reading. It's not only a good idea to acquaint ourselves with the rules, but the simple fact is that you will all enjoy what you find there There is a reason why this thread has fallen in popularity - why years have passed in between posts. You'll see this on page 5 primarily. It's because this thread has degenerated to nothing more than an extra-long 3 Word Story. Things are written here just for a momentary laugh, which means that most of the recent stuff will have zero reread value. How would you guys like to read through the entire 3 Word Story? Enough said. This thread also doesn't (or didn't, until I brought back the character of Issac) have an over-arching storyline; the story just staggers on with each new post, with everyone doing their own thing. Previously this thread was a united effort that was taken seriously. I'd like to go back to that. Indeed, to be frank I am even intent on regaining the trust of some of the original writers of this with what I write. If there was one word that I would use to describe this thread as it stands, that word would be 'Henry'. I am convinced that not one of us dislikes the way that he's current portrayed. Not one. But the thing that nags most of us is the simple fact that this can be so much better! And it's the same with The Never Ending SiF Adventure. In addition to the above I'd also like us to bring back personality to the story, though only if you guys are going to respect the established personalities of other members (I have cause to complain about my own characterization in a rather conspicuous post, but I won't). And please, could we do away with the 'dot-dot-dot' endings and the short entries? I mean I can understand why it would be short if you're using your mobile; otherwise there isn't much excuse. I would also like us to respect what other users write. But together I'm sure that we can do all of this This thread is not a game. It is a story, first and foremost. Remember that. ...a large secret room, empty of furniture like the rest of the house. A gold-rimmed elliptical mirror hung on the walls. Fortunately the members had brought the long, sleek walking-stick and the briefcase of gadgets belonging to JimBob and Thomasrocks respectively from the basement. Thomasrocks was stroking his brown beard, admiring some old portraits. "I like being in the 1800s," quoth he, "it may sound quirky, but I do believe that people were much smarter in times pas-" He was interrupted as - suddenly and without warning - he collapsed onto the floor! The others ran over. The thin young man reassured them, "I'll be fine, but I can't go on like this. I think I need a rest." "Yes, of course!" said Toz76, "It was 11 o'clock p.m. in Siberia when we were called to action, and you will especially need some time off after what you've been through. Not to mention you all must have some things to talk about anyway." Ryan agreed; so it was that Thomasrocks took his relief, although feeling remorseful over the inconvenience he was putting the others through. After the twenty-two members had exchanged stories while sitting on the carpeted floor, Toz and TGC (who couldn't sleep) telling the story of Thomasrocks that he'd told to them in the TARDIS and the others telling their own story, they and Captain Star found to their horror that the ERS didn't seem to work, and the hologram - for so it was - did not vanish as Evening Star had written in a blank book. This greatly concerned Ryan - he had been having foreboding fears that SiF was liable to be shut down in his absence. If that happened then the ERS would lose its power completely. How was he to pass on administration to someone else when he wasn't even there? In another part of the room, Thomasrocks had woken up, and was investigating his surroundings. He was surprised to not find any other trap doors or windows or anything; there appeared to only be the trap door that they had come from. But a shock awaited the veteran member when he came to the mirror. He found that a change had come over him; he looked different now. Thomasrocks mused over this, his spirit having been quieted at this occurrence. Perhaps it was another corruption thing - a glitch that had been brought on by the trials he had experienced in Siberia. Well,, he reflected, Issac will never recognize me now. But at any rate, I must go and find the others. Meanwhile the spirits of all of the other members were now broken, and the fact that they couldn't find Thomasrocks when Tom628 suggested that he be woken up didn't help as well. Aidan leaned against the wall and sank down. "We're never going to get out of this one," he said, despondently, "we're basically prisoners in here now, and Freedom is surely beyond our grasp." "Members of SiF - giving up hope? This cannot be." came a questioning voice. In a dark corner the members saw a man, leaning heavily on a sceptre topped with a diamond polyhedron, and made of pure gold that had more poured on and around it in a swirling, splashing style, with ridges melted into this. The man's identity was shrouded in a white mask headdress made of leather that was carved into the likeness of a lion; it both covered his entire head and also had a tail at the back. In addition to all of this, he also wore an auburn plaid vest, a long-sleeve grey shirt, black trousers, and sandals. He addressed them slowly and softly in the strained voice of age. Every last one of the members instantly felt a deep respect for this honourable man; they knew he meant them no harm. "What do you mean? How can we escape?" Cläy inquired, doubtfully. "Freedom and Escape are different objectives, but both are easily realized." "What must we do to gain them?" "I have Freedom - even here. But for Escape, we must have faith." Ryan thought about this. It brought back to his mind a theme of that dream he'd had about rescuing Cläy: 'gotta have faith'. "But we can't quite go just yet - Thomasrocks isn't here." "Well, not exactly." connotated the man. He then removed the mask from his clean-shaven face, smiling for the first time since they'd seen him. Plainly observing his fiery brown eyes, aquiline nose, well-groomed hair that was as white as the driven snow, the rune-like sagely lines on his visage, and his frank, personable disposition, the members of SiF marvelled greatly. The man's identity was now unmistakable. "Thomasrocks!" cried Shanedooiney. "No Shanedooiney," the man said, "'Thomasrocks' is no more. I am King Godred."(And yes, I realize I'm pushing the envelope with how long this is. Will try to keep it more brief in future)
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Sept 20, 2015 2:33:56 GMT
I wander into this adventure; not quite understanding what is going on, but eager to join when it is revived
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Post by Rusty Red Scrap Iron on Jul 18, 2020 20:33:43 GMT
Almost five years had passed since frankthetriviaman wandered into the adventure, but there was no revival to the adventure that he'd eagerly hoped for. The world was now in midst of a pandemic, and because of the worldwide lockdown meant that the SiFers were left at home pondering their next adventure. Be it from the comfort of their own homes as the virtual world steadily become part of the existing one.
RRSI had spent his time at home, getting by listening to new music by bands he listened to whilst simultaneously discovering new bands as well as doing all he could whilst situated at home. But though things were steadily beginning to ease where he was, the pondering threats of a second occurrence worried RRSI as it did everyone else. RRSI constantly thought about what occurred during the last world pandemic, and of his own health related issues during the last year of the Dragon in the Chinese Year. The other SiFers would've thought that he was being superstitious by all that, not that many knew of his belief and history regarding it. But RRSI stuck to it, pondering thoughts as the current season was at its height.
RRSI: "I sure do hope things are a complete turnaround in the new year," RRSI murmured to himself, whilst situated in his room and hoping that his fellow SiFers were holding up well as much as he was since their last big adventure.
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Post by Loganthe9F51 on May 6, 2021 13:11:16 GMT
Little did Rusty Red Scrap Iron know, something far more sinister was coming for the people of SiF. But they didn't think about just how catastrophic it could be... Loganthe9F51 yawned, rolled over, and pulled out his phone. "Time to check SiF." He muttered sleepily. Immediately once he opened his browser, Logan found himself pulled into the world of the Forums. His first move was to check on threads he was a part of, like the Episode Game. "Dang it, ThomasandMatt," Logan groused, "Why do you have to keep downvoting the BWBA movie?" He quickly posted his reply, then put his phone down and prepared for a normal day.
On the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, The Thomas Cynic was on his lunch break. Being on British time, he was much farther ahead in his day than Logan was. "I wonder how my channel is looking?" He asked himself. Recently, he had hit 1,000 subscribers, and it was vital to check up on his channel's growth. "Only one new subscriber today," He commented. "But hey, a sub's a sub. The important thing is that I make good content." That one subscriber, however, was important in the grand scheme of things.
After a perfectly boring day, both Logan and the Cynic checked on SiF one last time. What they found was absolute chaos. A spammer going by #1_engne had been relentlessly posting nonsense in whatever thread he could find. Ryan found himself stressed out. "If this guy doesn't stop, I'm going to have to issue an official warning." He said to Christopher, wiping his brow in exhaustion. Christopher smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry, Ryan. This will all blow over." "I sure hope so," remarked Logan cynically, "Because all this spamming is getting on my nerves!" Ryan was confused. "Logan, how did you get into the mod building? You're not on the web team." "Eh, duct tape and a best friend go a long way," The 9F-loving forumer remarked. "Are you done yet?" asked Splatter. "I'm not sure how much longer this harness will hold you!" "That's my cue," said Logan with a grin on his face, "Hope you guys can fix this #1_engne problem." He gave a jaunty salute, and was hoisted out the window.
"I don't know what possessed you to do that," the Thomas Cynic said with a hint of worry, "But at least I did it safely." Logan retorted. "You're making this #1_engne guy a bigger problem than he should be." Logan sighed. "It's times like this when I wish I could talk to Edward." "Well, your wish is granted!" A jovial voice cut in. Splatter turned around, and gasped at what he saw. "EE93? But you haven't been on SiF in years!" "Well, a friend of mine reached out to me, and said you SiFers had a problem I could help with." "But what do you mean by 'Our wish is granted?'" asked the Cynic, taking over from his starstruck friend. "I'll show you." EE93 smiled mysteriously, and the trio disappeared in a flash of light.I know that this is kinda long, but I wanted to revive this thread, and this is how I would do it.
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Post by thomasfandomfan on May 12, 2021 2:45:14 GMT
Meanwhile, a person by the name of thomasfandomfan checked on the Sodor Island Forums too. Suddenly, he found a neverending adventure thread.
"Huh," he wondered. "Let me see what this is about." And thus was the beginning of a new adventure for thomasfandomfan...
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Post by Rusty Red Scrap Iron on May 21, 2023 19:23:21 GMT
It had been over two years since thomasfandomfan began his new adventure. Things had gradually returned to normal for the SiFers, returning back to their daily lives as if nothing from the pandemic had occurred. Like they'd all just woken up from a bad dream without end, or in another universe, it had been like a solitary click of ones titanic fingers.
Whilst Loganthe9F51 and the others were dealing with their own sinister threat in which they'd disappeared without anyone else knowing - two years prior to thomasfandomfan joining in, RRSI on the other hand was enjoying life. Somewhat. It had been some months since he'd embarked on what could be described as a 'Holiday/Vacation from Hell' he could've done without, he was worried.
RRSI: "Next year is the Year of the Dragon," he kept saying to himself. "I must get all that I can done this year before the Dragon is unleashed."
But time was against him, as it often is everybody. RRSI felt like he was catching up on himself, and kept yearning for the next weeks to come. Some would say that next week never comes. For RRSI they kept coming thick and fast, and the roar of the Dragon grew closer and closer as each week passed along with the months. RRSI kept worrying: "I must get so much done, I must," he constantly told himself.
But because RRSI was worrying so much, he didn't know what awaited him as this new adventure for the SiFers continued.
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