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Miscellaneous => Fan Creations => Topic started by: Ambulance Y on February 05, 2006, 02:56:07 PM
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Here is my story, that tells what it would be like if all the FF members went to the same high school together, and the moderators were the teachers. Enjoy!
Fungi High: Chapter One
In the large country of Forumia, there is a small city named Fungitown. In this small city is a high school. Its name is Fungi High. Many young kids attend this school, but here is the story of one young man who started attending this school, and it changed his life forever. This is how it begins:
“But, Mom! I don’t want to go to another new school!”
These were the words of a young man named Ted Zeplinrochts, who for the fourth time this year had to attend a new school, because of all the times his family had moved this year.
“Too bad,” his mother said, “you are going to Fungi High, and you are going to like it! Act like your strong and proud Zeplinrochts ancestors would want you to act like!”
“Fine,” said the glum Ted, dragging his backpack along the ground as he walked out the door.
He had to walk to his bus stop, which was a few blocks away. He stared at the bus stop where a good four or five other kids stood, waiting for the school bus to arrive. Ted nervously approached, hoping he wouldn’t do something stupid or regrettable. When he came, nobody said much, except a shorter, friendly-looking kid.
“Hi,” he exclaimed, “I’ve never seen you at Fungi High before.”
“Yeah, I just moved here to Fungitown.”
“What’s your name?”
“Oh, sorry. I’m Ted.”
“Okay. I’m Jason, but everybody at Fungi High calls me Nerd Person. It’s kind of an inside joke.”
“I see.”
The bus finally arrived, and it stopped with a slight hiss, and the doors clunked open. The kids filed in. When Ted got in, he looked around for an empty seat, so he wouldn’t have to awkwardly have to sit by someone he didn’t know. But he had too. He just sat in the back next to a girl who was playing a Game Boy.
“Who’re you?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m Ted. I’m new here.” Ted replied.
“I’m Greta. Greta Gifted. I’m the most gifted girl in the whole school!”
“So…you’re a gifted girl?”
“Right. But, a lot of the times, I bring up pointless discussions!”
The remained of the bus ride, Ted listened Greta Gifted talk about whatever pointless topic she thought up next. Not to mention a lot about Homestar Runner. Ted Zeplinrochts was a pretty happy kid that morning. He was going to a school, and had already made two friends! Think of all the others he could meet. Once the bus stopped he ran out, happy as could be. Unfortunately, he wasn’t looking where he was going and accidentally bumped into what looked like a teacher. Ted looked up, and this teacher was practically steaming at the ears. Ted could see his angry eyes staring at him with what looked like a hint of wanting immediate disciplinary action.
Nerd Person said, “Uh-oh, Ted. Looks like you’ve angered Principal Deezer!”
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Ahhhh! LOL! This is gold!
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*ROFLs at Nerd Person*
Please give me a cool name or role!
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Me too! Me too! This is gonna be great!
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I wanna be called the Mushroom Mage. I can PM her bios.
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Very clever, Led.
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If the mods are teachers, what would everyone teach? And wouldn't the student to teacher ratio be TERRIBLY high?
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can you include me?
I'll be freinds with Nerd Person "call me Kurosaki" XD XD XD
but seriously...........
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You know guys, this is LZR's story. I think he should decide who's in it or not.
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but STILL..............
I think he should give every1 a role
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I'll give as much people a role as I can, but do you seriously think I can give a role to over 2000 people? Not going to happen. Look for a new chapter tommorow or maybe even tonight.
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# 98 is in DA HOUSE! We need a kid that's always beating up the nerds 'n all. Classic you know. Oops, suspended on first day of Fungi high....................... That's what you get for tripping Mr. Deezer.............................
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Chapter Two
“Watch where you are going, young man,” Principal Deezer huffed, “why don’t you step into my office.”
“Um, okay,” said Ted Zeplinrochts as he followed closely behind the Principal. He pushed open the large opening doors, and revealed the glory of Fungi High. The ceiling was very high, and hallways led in every which way. Many happy, chatting students frolicked about, and passed Ted without a moment’s notice. Principal Deezer turned a sharp right turn, and went through a door that simply said “Deezer’s”.
His office was kind of small, but his teaching awards and trophies covered the wall.
“Take a seat,” he said, as he did the same in a large leather chair behind his desk, “I am no longer mad at you, but I would like to issue you your schedule.”
He handed over an eight period schedule that went like this:
PRD 1 – English with Ms. Sapph (Room 403)
PRD 2 – Science with Mr. Lizard (Room 23)
PRD 3 – PE with Mr. Steve (Gym)
LUNCH with Mr. Fifth (Cafeteria)
PRD 4 – TMK History with Mr. L. Son (Room 201)
PRD 5 – Algebra with Mr. Byte (Room 307)
PRD 6 – Home Ed. With Mr. Chup (Room 101)
PRD 7 – Computer Applications with Mr. Suffix (Room 501)
PRD 8 – Study Hall with Mr. Watoad (Theatre)
“I find you will like many of your teachers,” Principal Deezer said, “a big old motley crew. Now, you better hurry off to your first period,” he added with a wink.
And with that, Ted headed out the door. He was off to the languages wing, and then to room 403. In a matter of minutes, he had stood in front of that same door…sweating. He pushed open the door. There in front of the class was Ms. Sapph, standing in front of a full classroom of kids.
“Excuse me,” she said, “do you have a pass?”
“Um…no,” Ted admitted, “I was in the Principal’s office.”
“Well, I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a tardy.”
“Give him a break, Ms. Sapph,” said a voice from the front row, “he’s new.”
It was Greta Gifted.
“Very well. Take a seat…um…”
“Ted.”
“Oh, yes, that’s right. Now back to attendance. Aaron Eleven?”
“Here.”
“Mark Eyo.”
“Here.”
“Greta Gifted.”
“Here.”
“Kay Hold.”
“Here.”
“Jason Lage.”
“Here, but please, call me Nerd Person!”
“Um…okay…Brent Mage.”
“Here.”
“Vincent Melee.”
“Here.”
“Lou E. G. Simpson.”
“Here.”
“Maxwell Vance.”
“Here.”
“And Ted Zeplinrochts.”
“Here.”
“Okay! Well let’s get started on today’s lesson. It is about the conjugation of the word pwn,” said Ms. Sapph.
She wrote pwn in big letters on the chalkboard.
“Now can anyone tell me what this means?” She asked.
Greta’s hand shot up and Ms. Sapph added, “um…somebody other than Greta here, please.”
Vince Melee half-heartedly raised his hand.
“Yes! Mr. Melee.”
“Um…doesn’t it mean to defeat somebody?” he said.
“Correct!”
The rest of the period was about the same; discussion about the word pwn, and an introduction to other words such as n00b and j00z. Ted almost fell asleep, and finally the bell rang. He rushed off to Mr. Lizard’s class.
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Oh, so cool! Lou E. G. Simpson? Awesome! rofl!
You can continue to call me that in this story, it doesn't matter. Anyway, keep writing, please!
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*Hopes to be in the next chapter*
This is awsome, hope you finish this better than my progress with "The History of Mario".
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Sure I'd be willing to add anyone who asks nicely.
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I love this idea for a story! Truly brilliant, LZR, you've done it again.
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Vincent Melee? Cool! I hope you keep up the work, Led!
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Can you please add me? I'd like to be called El Lavador. AYE! El Lavador try to skip class but El lavador get busted, sie? El Lavador hate detention amigos, El lavador hate detention!
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Haha, "sie".
And, not to sound controlling, or bossy, or just plain demanding, but it would be fun to read about myself in the story, I must say. I don't want to make you feel like you have to include me just because I asked, though. As far as names, that's obviously your decision along with everything else included in this story.
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EDIT.
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People I will add on the next chaper:
The Blue Toad
Luigi #98
Bigluigifan1.0
PaperLuigi
Metal Slug Mario
(and anyone else who asks will probably get in)
Sorry about no chapter updates yet, but the next chapter is a biggie. It's very long. So, just wait on that.
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Cool.
I never write stories like this because then I'd get bugged about when the next chapter will come out. And that I can't write. ::)
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Um hey, I'm new to this school. Can you show me around?
Aaron
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Okay new chapter. New characters I added: Drew Toad (The Blue Toad), Ben L. Fan (BigLuigiFan1.0), and El Lavador (Luigi#98). Sorry, Paper Luigi and Metal Slug Mario, I just couldn't fit you into this chapter. I'm on high demand of new characters. Next time for sure! Hey, and Luigi#98, I made you the bully character; not because you really act like that on the forums, but just because you offered to. So, here you go:
Chapter Three
Ted shuffled down the hall, eyes to the ground. He just realized he was really nervous to be around all these new people. Faces stared at him from all around the hall. People would laugh at him openly for being a new person, or as he had learned in Ms. Sapph’s class; a n00b.
“Hey new punk!” came a deep scratchy voice from in front of him.
Ted looked at the kid, and saw he was a large bully-like kid with a mullet. He bore a large grin.
“I’m going to make your life a living DKVine,” he yelled, while throwing Ted at one of the hard walls.
“Hey! There will be none of that!” shouted a teacher from behind of the bully, while pulling him back by the ear, “that’s ten more detentions, Lavador!”
The friendly teacher gave Ted a hand with his books and said, “I hear you are the new kid. I’m Mr. Lizard, the science teacher, and if I am correct, you were heading to my class right now.”
“Um…yes.”
“Okay. But please forget about El Lavador, he gives some of the kids a hard time. I can’t believe he won’t let anyone call him by his real name either; his real name is Stewie G. Nintiy-Ate. Well, let’s head off to my class.”
“Sure thing,” Ted replied, disgruntled.
He followed closely after Mr. Lizard, and stepped in a dark room full of glowing beakers and potions. He took a seat towards the front, scared of confronting El Lavador again. In a few minutes, Mr. Lizard began his class.
“Okay, today’s lesson will be very fun for those with an iron gut, but not so fun for one with a yellow belly…” he began.
“Hey, Mr. Lizard,” said another student, “shouldn’t you take attendance first?”
“Yeah,” he replied, “but, that would be boring…trust me; you’re all here.”
“No, Jimmy isn’t h…”
“Um, Greta, why don’t you go sit in the hall,” Mr. Lizard pressed.
She sat up, sighed, and waddled out of the room.
“Okay, back to business; today we are dissecting goombas,” Mr. Lizard jubilantly announced, “but for the squeamish, we have virtual goomba-dissecting on the computers. Now find a partner, and we’ll begin.”
Ted desperately looked around for somebody that he already knew; nope, nobody. But, he still didn’t want to look like a loser, so he sat down with a random kid.
“Hey,” the boy said, “who are you?”
“Ted,” Ted replied, “I’m new.”
The boy sighed and said, “Well, I was saving a seat for Drew Toad, but whatever.”
“Oh, sorry,” Ted apologized, and this Drew Toad kid walked up.
“Um,” Drew said, “Ben, I thought I was going to be your partner.”
Just in perfect timing, Mr. Lizard said, “Groups of three are fine!”
“Oh, good,” this Ben kid said, “well, Ted, I am Ben L. Fan.”
“Why does everyone put emphasis on their middle names at this school,” Ted muttered as Mr. Lizard plopped a tray on their desk. On the tray was a dead goomba, and a scalpel.
A few groans could be heard the class, followed by Mr. Lizard saying, “You think this is bad? Just wait till you’re a senior, and dissecting koopas!”
“Well we better get started,” said Drew Toad, “Ted, you begin.”
“What,” Ted said, “are you kidding me! I’m not cutting into that poor creature!”
“Who’s the n00b here?”
“Well put,” Ted said as he picked up the scalpel, shaking.
The next hours was spent with gagging, goomba guts, and bloody hands. Ted left the room, shaken, pale as if he had just seen a ghost. Drew Toad came out behind him, and slapped him on the back, laughing. This was enough force to make Ted lean over and spew chunks all over the hall. Everyone started laughing at him, and mocking him. Ted slipped into a corner, disturbed. How could people think this is funny.
“Hey,” El Lavador screeched, “look everyone! It’s Ted Zeplinbarfs!”
The hall erupted with laughter, and a janitor in a blue suit walked up with a mop. He stared at Ted, who was reading the janitor’s nametag: Janitor Dayton.
“You know,” he said, “it is sickly kids like you that make my job even worse!”
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Oh, man, this is too rich! I wish TMK still hosted their own fanfics, because this would fit in well. I found it irrating that when I tried to submit Mario and TMK Unite, fanfics was moved...
Anyway, please keep writing! This pwns!
(Dissecting Goombas... eeew.)
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haha, keep this going, it's great.
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Okay, Led. I'll ask nicely.
Can I be in the next chapter?
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*faints from the dead Goomba*
(no way I'm puking though)
Awesome! I have a feeling this will last a long time. Keep going, Led, and maybe this could become a sticky! Probably not, I'm no mod or admin. :)
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Haha, wow. Dead Goombas.
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"I’m going to make your life a living DKVine." :D Now THERE's an obscure joke!
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Okay, Led. I'll ask nicely.
Can I be in the next chapter?
Sure thing. Hey, and thanks for all the support guys.
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It's been a while since I've read such a creative idea. Keep up the good work.
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New characters: Nathan Paper (PaperLuigi), Bud Wig (Ludwig). I think you'll like the new chapter, but as always, say if you want to be added into the story (nicely, though).
Chapter Four
Ted was lying on a stiff, uncomfortable cot in the nurse’s office. He had barfed up lots, or as Janitor Dayton had lightly put it, “Blew chunk city”. Ted didn’t really want to be here in the nurse’s office. He felt fine; it had been over half-an-hour since he had dissected the goomba. He stared blankly at the ceiling, and then turned to his side and saw another sickly thin-looking kid, with enormous glasses. He was paper thin! Ted looked at the kid’s materials to see who he was. On a large textbook cover Ted read the name Nathan Paper.
“Hey, Nathan,” Ted impulsively said.
Nathan looked up and squinted, “Oh, let me guess; you are one of Lavador’s cronies waiting to kick the snot out of me.”
“No, no, no,” Ted exclaimed, “I hate that kid! Did he beat you up or something?”
“Oh, he has,” Nathan replied, “just because I’m short and buy unnecessarily expensive calculators.”
“Someone really has to teach that kid a lesson,” Ted said.
Riiinnnngggg the bell chimed. It was time for period four. Ted had completely missed gym, and it was time for him to go to lunch. He quickly walked towards the door.
“Hey, wait a minute, mister,” came the nurse.
“What,” Ted groaned.
“You’re not sick anymore?”
“Yes, Nurse J. J.”
“Okay, you head off to lunch now, ya hear?”
“Ugh…yes…I will.”
“Ahh, lunch. A delicious symphony of our beautiful five food groups,” droned Nurse J. J.
Ted sighed and pushed open the door, and mumbled something about boring school nurses. He rushed down the hall, hoping not to run into Lavador or any of the kids that made fun of him for barfing. Then Nerd Person walked up next to him.
“Heard you’ve been having a rough first day,” he said, “going to the principal’s office, barfing in the hall, and then vandalizing the bathrooms.”
“WHAT,” Ted shouted, “THAT NEVER HAPPENED!”
“I thought so,” Nerd Person said, “I heard it from Patricia Peach. She’s a prolific talker! She makes up so many rumors it’s not funny!”
“Great,” Ted said, “in the first day here, I’ve yelled at by authority, laughed at by peers, and now there’s a rumor going around about me.”
“Don’t worry,” Nerd Person exclaimed as they continued walking down the hall, “everything hates a n00b!”
“Boy, that really makes me feel better, Nerd Person.”
“Any time, Zeplinbarfs! See ya,” he replied as Ted took a turn into the cafeteria.
The cafeteria was a great big room filled with white, shinning lunch tables, and talkative kids. There was a serving area at the back where all the lunch staff were serving whatnot to all the students. Ted looked about for a place to sit. He ended up sitting next to a few kids he didn’t know. It was awkward the first few minutes.
“Hey,” shouted the kid sitting across from Ted, “it’s that one kid who upchucked in the hall! You’re already famous, and it’s your first day!”
The kids around him chuckled and snorted, and Ted modestly replied, “Yeah, that was me.”
“Hey, don’t worry, Chunk-Boy, I don’t think it’s really that big of a deal,” he said, “it’s just that that preppy girl, Patricia Peach made a big deal out of it.”
“Yeah, I need to have a word with this Patricia girl,” Ted cringed.
“By the way,” said the kid across from Ted, “my name’s Bud. Bud Wig.”
Ted chuckled at the name, and Bud replied, “Yep, it’s a funny name. Just like your mom…um…yeah…your mom. So, also good job with the vandalism! Way to step up to authority!”
“Um, that wasn’t…”
“Man, you’re like our savior for doing that vandalism in the bathroom,” Bud exclaimed, “me and my buddies here devote entire hall passes to covering the water fountains with paste, and that kind of stuff.”
Ted thought a little bit. He had two choices: one, he could tell the truth, and day that he really didn’t do the vandalism. Or two, he could lie and say he did, and make a few new friends.
“Oh, yeah! B-best vandalism I ever d-did,” Ted stuttered.
Soon afterwards, the Ted and his new friends were released to get some lunch. Ted got some casserole, some chips, a muffin, and milk. And spent the rest of the lunch chomping away at the delicacies. He walked out of the lunchroom with Bud Wig and his other new friends.
“Hey Teddy-Boy,” Bud said, “You’re officially omitted into my secret club, the Vandalismers! We just go around destroying school property. I mean, you kind of, like, proved yourself by destroying that bathroom, and yet, as far as I know, you have ducked out of all punishment!”
“Um…er,” Ted said uncertainly, playing a game of tug-of-war between morals and peer pressure, “yeah, I’ll join your club.”
“Good,” Bud beamed, “tonight after school, go to the Fungi High football field outside. We’re going to do the greatest vandalism of all time, just to stick it to Principal Deezer!”
The peer pressure won the tug-of-war.
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This is turning out better than I expected! I love the variety of the characters, how you make them so unique and memorable in their own ways. I'm looking forward to the next chapter!
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I can't wait to see what happens next... I only just noticed Bud Wig was Ludwig... XD
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Let me guess... they're going to burn something into the football field, then salt it so the grass can't grow back?
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Aye! El Lavador hate detention! (oh and thanx for adding me!)
Detention teacher: What comes after a 190 Lavador?
El Lavador:.................uh.............................a................uh.............. 290?
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When will I make an appearance, just wondering out of curiosity?
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Probably next chapter, it's just so hard to fit everyone in.
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May I Join?
(heh... dont rush to add me... I can wait!)
^.^ really good thread!
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Yes, Bravo! Bravo!
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Haha, Patricia Peach, haha, pt_peach, haha, I'll shut up now.
Good job! Keep it up, er, Hyrulian! You still like Led Zeppelin, though, right, you immigrant?
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Hahhahahaha! This is my first time reading this but's it's hilarious! Patricia Peach and Nerd Person and Mr. Lizard! This is a riot. I can't wait to hear the word he has for Patricia XD ROFL
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Aye! El Diablo ready for big trap planned for him!
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The nerdy kid? Sigh.....I always get this. I'd rather not be in the story.
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Can I be in the story? Please?
(Even though I already asked, but im asking nicely now)
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Hyrulian, what if you added Metal slug and made him a good name like Yo~Lyngrio(the only mexicanish name I could come up with.)? He could be my tag team buddie for the bully part in the story.
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Scrath that. Look on page two where it says I'm added and you'll find that your already in the story.
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*is looking at parts with Greta Gifted* XD XD XD XD XD Greta Gifted! My name is Greta in this story! Major rotfl! MAJOR ROTFL!!! I noticed that you made a reference to all the HSR references I've made. Maybe you could put in my fangirlish obsession of Strong Bad in there too! XP This is great, keep up the good work! :) ................. major rotfl again!
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This is really good. :) Could I be in it, please? My name could be Sarah Pekkala(or something like that) and I could, like, be obsessed with magic and stuff. But you don't have to put me in if you don't want to.
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Don't worry he probably will. Besides, we do need a believer person. Like a person who believes in magic and mystical powers.
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The nerdy kid? Sigh.....I always get this. I'd rather not be in the story.
Like I said this has nothing to do with how you actually act on the boards, but I need a nerdy kid, or then all of the kids would be the same. For example, Luigi #98 is willing to be a bully, and Nerd Person is also a nerd, so...unless you really don't want to be in the story, your going to have to be a nerd, sorry.
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It's a good thing you put me in the hall for the duration of dissecting Goombas. I prob'ly woulda thrown up, too.
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I'm sorry for being such a jerk. I don't mind being the nerd anymore. I was having a bad day. Really, I'm sorry.
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Again, this will be good. I can't wait for the next chapter.
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Like I said this has nothing to do with how you actually act on the boards, but I need a nerdy kid, or then all of the kids would be the same. For example, Luigi #98 is willing to be a bully, and Nerd Person is also a nerd, so...unless you really don't want to be in the story, your going to have to be a nerd, sorry.
Yep! Cause I'm certainly not a gossiper but I love the fic! Happy V-day everyone!
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*coughprolifidtalkercough* Geez, what's wrong with me today? *coughwatchhomestarrunnercough*
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Well, I dunno. Could be a case of obsession with Home Star Runner?
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*giggles at Paper Luigi's comment* Way to tell her off! ^_^
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Ah yes, valentines day...the day of paper cut-out hearts....and Patricia Peach getting all of them! X(
Haha, I don't know why I made my valentines post here, but I did!
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And I did to!
happy Vallentines everybody! (its before my birthday as well ^.^)
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Well, I'm not really a nerd I mean once on a blue moon I can be a little nerdy but still. Thanx for adding me though! This is turning out great!
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Dear ledzep- I mean Hyrulian,
When is the next chapter of Fungi High comeing out?
~Greta Gifted aka GiftedGirl aka Prof. Tor Coolgirl
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I bet
ledzepplinrocks Hyrulian had to rewrite it after I said this:
Let me guess... they're going to burn something into the football field, then salt it so the grass can't grow back?
;D
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...? Well, he has got a lot of requests to be in the story... so cut him some slack
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Yeah, I didn't think about that.
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Dear ledzep- I mean Hyrulian,
When is the next chapter of Fungi High comeing out?
~Greta Gifted aka GiftedGirl aka Prof. Tor Coolgirl
NOWWWW!!!!!!!!1!!!!1!! Yeah, new characters are Sarah Pekkala (Serefina Pekkala), Kay Hold (Khold), and Yo Lyngrio (Metal Slug Mario). Hey, and once again keep in mind that your character in the story does not resemble how you really act. Example: p_t peach is not a gossiping prep, just as PaperLuigi is not a shrively, pale dork. I just need to add some color to my characters. Hope you like this chapter.
Chapter Five
Ted sat, bored out of his skull in Mushroom Kingdom history. Mr. L. Son sat at a podium droning on about the Bread Wars…like Ted cared about that? He was just nervous about showing up to vandalize with Bud Wig. It didn’t matter that Ted wasn’t paying attention, because neither was anyone else in the room. Even the gifted girl, Greta wasn’t paying any attention; in fact she was just staring at a picture of Strongbad. Was she obsessed with him or what?
“Ms. Sarah Pekkala,” Mr. Son droned, “can you tell me who turned into a zombie-bread hybrid at the Battle of Breadtopia?”
This Sarah, was sleeping in the back, and she suddenly woke at the sound of her name.
“Um…” she stumbled, “er…ah…Mario?”
“Incorrect,” Mr. Son said in low monotone, “that is unfortunate. The correct answer was Princess Peach.”
“Oh,” Sarah peeped as she collapsed on her books again.
It seemed as if the class had gone on for ages, until finally, the glorious ringing of the bell chimed throughout the halls, bringing joy to all, except the teachers. Ted stepped into the hall, and unfortunately saw El Lavador, fist in hand waiting outside of the room. But with him must have been one of his cronies. It was a giant kid, with a buzz-cut and a mean face, and probably able to rip Ted’s head off.
“Hey, punk,” Lavador grumbled, “meet my minion, Yo Lyngrio.”
Yo Lyngrio had a giant piece of bling hanging from his neck that said “Metal Slug” on it.
Ted confidently said, approaching his fears, “Hardly a minion, he’s about twice the size of you.”
Yo grabbed Ted by the neck, and stared him in the face, bulging eyes and all, he opened a locker across the hall from him, and flung Ted inside, slamming the door. Ted was instantly suffocated with darkness, he couldn’t see anything, but fortunately could breathe fine. All he could hear from the outside was Lavador chuckling, and footsteps clunking away. A few minutes later he heard the bell, and started pounding on the door…but nobody was outside. Great, now he was missing Algebra! He would just have to wait for the owner of the locker to eventually come. He sat down, very uncomfortably, and started thinking of ways Lavador could be horribly mutilated. Minutes kept on passing until finally the bell rang. It was time for him to get out of this horrible, cramped locker! It would any time now that the owner of the locker would pass by and let him free!
He heard a voice outside of the locker and joyously celebrated. He could hear the handle being pushed up, and he could see a little crack of light to the outside hallway!
But then he heard a female voice go, “Wait...I already have my science textbook…guess I don’t need to get into my locker.”
Ted screamed with frustration, and unfortunately, this owner could not hear it. Guess he had to miss another period of school. Great. He waited another long, boring hour, and when the bell rang this time, the handle to the locker clicked open for sure, and the owner of the locker opened the door, and saw Ted.
“Uh…” said a girl who Ted recognized as Kay Hold from his Language Arts class, “what are you doing in m…”
“Allow me to explain,” Ted interrupted, “Yo Lyngrio slammed me into this locker after about the worst day of my life already. I’ve already have had the principal get mad at me, split open a goomba, barf all over the hall, get mocked by it, had a rumor of me committing a vandalism, not to mention I am expected to ruin the football field tonight! NOTHING COULD MAKE THIS SINGLE DAY ANY WORSE!!!”
But Ted was wrong, and he realized this as he caught glimpse of the one and only Patrica Peach (he could tell by the girly cursive letters that read “Patrica” on her bookbag) who was laughing and pointing at Ted.
“Oh my goshness,” she bubbled, “like, Ted totally must have a crush on Kay, since he’s all like in her locker!”
Ted cried.
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NOOOOOO!!! poor ted... I feel sorry for him... *sniff*
Great Story so far! Take your time on the next chapter.
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I suppose I'm lucky that I've never been put in a locker. I couldn't fit in one if I tried, though. :)
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HHAHAHAHAHHAHAH!!! A crush! Ohhh, Yo Lyngrio is a big 'ol bully! Hey guess what? I'm girly and I always write in cursive! LOL! ahahahha!
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Just a little hint, the next chapter involves Mr. Suffix getting frustrated with Ted's limited typing skills, Mr. Watoad letting kids do whatever they want in study hall, and the vandalism!
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i gace linrwd tuoubg sjulls rii.
/me opens his eyes
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Agh! Bigluigifan! I still need to add you! Except I can't think of a name...BLF, if you are reading this, throw me a name.
EDIT: *reads third chapter* oops...I guess I did add you! Too many characters to keep track of. But Ben L. Fan, and other FH neglected characters will be added more into the next few chapters. Sorry, guys!
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Heh, if I hate some of the characters, it's a sign you're a good writer. Not hate, them, but... sorta like to hate them, you know what I'm saying? Heh, hope you're not taking the compliment the wrong way...
Maybe I'll pop up again in the next chapter... in real life, I'm kinda popular, but not stuck-up popular.
Can't wait for more!
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... in fact she was just staring at a picture of Strongbad. Was she obsessed with him or what?
Ha! You put it in there! XD Still good job. ^_^
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I like how you made me asleep in class. That's just the sort of thing I would do. :)
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I wonder what the vandalism will be?
Keep up the good work!
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Here was my guess.
Let me guess... they're going to burn something into the football field, then salt it so the grass can't grow back?
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Yeah, it'll be more outrageous than that...
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Oooooh, outrageousness...
(Great chapter by the way. Goshness is probably the best word used in this story so far).
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Hmm.... More outrageous, huh? In that case, they'll release horses in the football field. The horses will eat the grass and then cover the field with poop.
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Why the Football field?
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Because it's where the marching band marches, the football team plays, and the dance squad dances!!! Vandelizing it would mean all would be able to gaze upon the immolation of the school's stadium.
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I've got it! One word: arson.
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Someone arson around? *people roll eyes at bad joke*
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:D :D :D
I don't get it.
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Don't worry. It's for the best. *pats MaxVance*
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Update time! There was no new characters this chapter, and the vandalism is going to be held off until next chapter, but I'm sure you'll like this one anyways.
Chapter Six
“Ah, Mr. Zeplinrochts, glad to see you, thought we could discuss a few absences.”
Ted sat across from Principal Deezer, once again.
“It’s a long story, Mr. Deezer, I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Well, we could ‘not’ talk about it,” he said, “but then I’d have to talk to your parents about this unfortunate coincidence. Now please tell me how you broke the record for most periods missed on a new student’s first day.”
“Fine,” Ted moped, “I got thrown into a locker, and was stuck there for two periods.”
“By who?”
Ted squirmed nervously in his seat, if Yo Lyngrio found out that somebody squealed on him, he was likely to go bananas.
But, Ted could not look into Mr. Deezer’s face and tell a lie, “Um…Yo…Lyngrio.”
“I should have known,” Mr. Deezer exploded, “that kid is nothing but rotten marshmallows!”
“Um, rotten marshmallows, sir?”
“Yes! Rotten marshmallows!”
Ted stared at the wacky principal, who then coughed, while blushing, and sorted some papers on his desk, “Yes, well. I believe you, Ted. I just need to know one more thing.”
“And what would that be sir?”
“Why on earth were you crying in the hall?”
“Another long story.”
Principal Deezer observed Ted and grumbled, “Well, in the short years I have left to live, I can’t be listening to too many long stories, now can I?”
He grinned and motioned Ted to run along. And ran along Ted did. He sprinted to Computer Applications with Mr. Suffix. At Room 501, where this class took place, Ted sweated nervously as he pried open the door. He looked around in the room. There were three or four rows with about six computers at each, and there was a kid at most of them. All of them stared at Ted. As did the teacher in front.
“Why, hello, Mr. Zeplinrochts,” he sneered, “I have heard a lot about you, mostly from our gossiping student body. It appears you are prone to accident only on your first day.”
“You could say that,” Ted muttered.
“Do not worry, Ted,” Mr. Suffix added, “your tardy has been excused by the principal. Now just take a seat at the only available computer.”
He pointed to an empty seat next to two familiar faces.
“Hey Ted,” said Drew Toad, “are you going to puke in this class too?”
“Shut up,” Ted whispered, “I’ve had a tough enough day as it is!”
“Tell me about it,” grumbled Kay Hold, who was sitting on the other side of Ted.
“It wasn’t my fault I was in your locker,” Ted explained once again.
“Ted,” Mr. Suffix shouted, “enough chatting! Turn on your computer and open up a blank database.”
Ted thought for a moment; sure he knew how to turn on a computer, but a database? He had never used one of those.
“Um...Mr. Suffix,” Ted called, “what’s a database?”
Mr. Suffix’s face turned purple as he screeched, “WHAT’S A DATABASE? YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE ASKING ‘WHAT COLOR IS THE SKY’ OR ‘WHAT’S MY NAME’.”
All the students in the room turned silent, but a few chuckles could be heard throughout the room. Drew was busting a gut, and the rest of the period went the same. Mr. Suffix yelled at Ted for his incompetence, and Drew continued to roar like a nimrod the entire time. Ted wished he could have one class where he wouldn’t look like a complete disaster. So, as the bell rang, and Ted was only one period away from the big old vandalism, he continued to get more and more nervous. He walked into study hall and asked the teacher where he should sit.
“Hey um…Mr...,” Ted said as he looked down at his schedule, “…Watoad, where should I sit?”
“Anywhere, my feathered friend,” he exclaimed jubilantly.
“Anywhere?”
“Correctamundo, for in this class, you do whatever you want, whenever you want,” Mr. Watoad screamed like a maniac.
“Yeah…okay,” Ted forced as he ran away in fright. This was one weird teacher.
As everybody finally filed in, the place went bananas! Every student was bouncing off walls, shouting, running, and doing whatever the DKVine they wanted to. But, Ted just sat, sleeping. For he needed energy for later, when he was expected to vandalize in desperate attempt to keep friends. He woke in an utter start, though as a kid had just landed on his face.
“AAHAHHHAHAHA,” he screeched as Ted recognized him as Max Vance, “LAMPS HAVE RIGHTS!!! WOOT!!!”
Ted stared at him in disbelief. He had about ten pixie sticks hanging from his mouth, and chocolate stains all around his mouth. But he was just a footnote compared to one very hyperactive Mr. Watoad. He was standing on the stage of the theatre on a unicycle and juggling three students who were all giggling. Ted racked his brain to even begin to catch a glimpse on how such a delightfully impulsive person could get hired.
“TOAST,” Mr. Watoad screamed as the bell rang and all of the kids rushed out, even though they were having the time of their lives.
Ted wasn’t thinking about that though. He was thinking (and shaking all over) about confronting the vandals in the football field. It was time. He walked through the back doors, and ran towards the field, and saw the threesome.
“Ahh, here’s the man we’ve been looking for,” Bud Wig yelled.
“R-right back at you,” Ted nervously chuckled.
“Yeah, but we’ve decided to call it off…”
“Oh,” Ted said, trying to sound dejected, but in his mind, having a little party.
“Yep, we’re calling it off,” Bud explained, “…UNTIL LATER TONIGHT!”
Bud did a little jig, and Ted about collapsed in confusion.
“You see, we don’t want to do the greatest vandalism of all time in broad daylight,” he said, “now that would just be pulling a Ted! We’re going to meet at 12:00 am tonight, so just sneak out.”
“Alright,” Ted replied, trudging off.
He was merely nine hours away from Moronfest 2006.
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Heh. Hee hee. Uh...
*Goes into laughing fit*
AHAHA! That was excellent! I was laughing nearly all the way through the chapter! Great job!
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...Yes, that can be me sometimes. The weirdest thing about what you wrote is that I'm eating choclate ice cream out of the box right now. For breakfast. :-\
EDIT: My crazy vandalism therory for today is that they'll steal several riding mowers and mow all the grass away so that only dirt is left. Then they make the dirt wet and turn the field into a gigantic mud pit.
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“can you tell me who turned into a zombie-bread hybrid at the Battle of Breadtopia?”
what the...
im not on often but...
This is great! I love it! but im kind of the opposite to the guy who played my role, but that dosent matter
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Heh, you even managed to fit an Evil Bread reference in! Awesome!
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All that crazy wildness is funneh! ^_^
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Haha, that was great! And in the story, I get to be an arrogant know-it-all! ;D
Keep up the great work, Hyrulian.
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Best. Chapter. Ever. It's my favorite. Mostly because it has a big surprise ending, and the vandalism itself is nothing you would've thought of. N new characters, but like I said. BIG SURPRISE ENDING. Read it!
Chapter Seven: The Vandalism
Ted coughed in his black face mask, as he pulled on some black sweatpants, and a black sweatshirt; he couldn't be seen during what he was about to do. He wasn't completely sure what he was going to be doing, but he knew that he'd be completely destroying Fungi High's football field with some of his new friends. Ted pushed a chair up to his doorknob, so his mother couldn't walk in. He turned on a tape recording of some snoring sound effects, so it would seem as if was sleeping. Ted hopped out of his window onto a tree limb, and jumped off. He quitely pulled himself onto his dark BMX, and pushed off into the darkness of the night; stealth his greatest need at the moment. After a few minutes of pedaling, the school came into sight. Soon after, the field came into view. What he saw was unlike anything he could have imagined. Ted expected something subtle, like arson, or making the football field a giant mud pit, or burning their names into the field, but this was just bizarre.
A giant cement mixer truck was nudged up against the field, and three of the golden koopa mascot statues from the school were placed in the middle of the field.
"Ah," Bud Wig exclaimed, "the great vandal is here! We are not worthy!"
"What are we doing," Ted asked Bud and his two fellow vandals.
"My dad owns a cement buisiness," Bud grinned, "so we're going to encase the entire field in cement! To the extent of unfixability!"
A fat, greast man from inside the truck nodded to Ted.
"That's not it, though," Bud laughed, "we're incasing the golden koopa school spirit statues in the cement, and totally messing them up!"
Ted realized that they could be commiting a felony here. He shuddered.
"So, should we begin," Bud asked.
"Uh...yeah," Ted whispered in yet another desperate attempt for new friends.
"Okay, dad," Bud shouted, after which all of the gluey, gray mixture came toppling out of the mixer, covering the field, and bringing the statues about knee-deep in the stuff.
"Sweet," Bud cackled, "now, men, put on these boots."
He distributed a pair of boots to each vandal, and ordered them to march out to the middle, where the statues were. Bud followed them with a box.
Ted, Bud, and their two friends stood face-to-face with the koopas.
"Ted, why don't you show us what you've got," Bud said, handing him the box of stuff, expecting him to mess up the koopa.
Ted looked into the box, and brought out a tube of lipstick. He pushed out some lipstick, and smeared it all over the koopa's face, trembling. The three vandals cheered. Ted then took out an old brown tupee, and attached it to the koopa's head. The vandals cried with joy. Then, he pulled out a pair of underwear, and attached it firmly to the koopa's fist. The vandals once again were overjoyed.
"Man, Ted," Bud cried, "you are one funny dude. But there's one more thing we're going to do."
Ted pulled out a saw from the box, and pointed to each of the goal posts.
"No," Ted stated, "you don't mean we're going to saw down the goal posts, do you?"
"I thought you were the Great Vandal, Ted...unless...I'm mistaken."
"Oh...er...I was kidding," Ted lied, afterwhich he grabbed the saw and trudged through the hardening cement to the first goalpost.
He faced the goalpost, shaking his head in disbelief. He pulled up the saw, and pressed it firmly against the pole, and began sawing it down. After a few minutes, he pulled it off, and the goalpost fell down, spreading cement all over the place. The vandals cheered, and Ted trudged off to the other side, and began sawing off that one. The same results followed. But the vandals were off to the side. They were obviously signaling that the vandalism was all over.
So, Ted had succesfully covered the field in cement, and made one of the golden koopa statues look like a woman with a tupee, and for the record he was not happy with himself. Ted decided to turn around and get home as quickly as he could...but...he was STUCK! The cement had dried, and he couldn't get his boots out! Ted panicked, trying to find anyway to get out of this prediciment. The vandals were laughing their hineys off, off to the side of the football field.
"Oh, Ted," Bud cried, "do you think we're stupid? We knew you never did any vandalism! We can see right through Patrica Peach. Any gossip that slides past her is a lie, and this was just a clever plan to get you to realize that lying just to be friends with us is dumb!"
"SO I'M GOING TO BE STUCK HERE?" Ted screamed.
"Yes," Bud sighed, "you'll be stuck in this cement, and eventually, Principal Deezer will come along and expell your butt. Just a lesson that you'll learn from all this!"
"YOU MORON," Ted screeched, "WHAT'S WRONG WITH JUST TRYING TO BE FRIENDS! THIS VANDALISM WAS ALL OF YOUR WORK, YOU BACK STABBER!"
"Yelling will not help," Bud added, "just relax."
"REELLLAAXXXXXXX?"
"Yes, relax."
One of Bud's cronies walked up to Ted on the dried cement and smeared lipstick all over Ted's face. Ted was done; he punched that kid right in the jaw, and he fell over yelling.
"Hey, jeez," Bud exclaimed, "we're going! But, you have to admit that this was a really clever plan."
Ted did have to admit that. I mean, who could've gotten out of this one. But he was still steaming mad as Bud and his friends departed, hanging on the back of his dad's cement mixer.
Ted waited to be expelled.
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Poor Ted! Are you going to get him out? Or are you going to let him get expelled? Either way, I mustn't stop reading!
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Poor Ted :(. But anyway, lying was not the answer.
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Something subtle? Burning your name into a football field is NOT subtle. I'd think Ted could work his way out of the boots, though.
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He's stuck in cement, poor guy.
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Great work! Marvelous! And I think Vincent Melee will get along with Mr. Watoad fine, as Pixie Sticks are good with a spot of bacon pop. Don't forget the Roman Candles and tulips! Weeeee!
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Haha, very creative. Can't wait to read what happens next.
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Here's kind of a short chapter, but it tells if Ted gets found out or not. You'll have to read to find out, my friend! Hey, and thanks all the people that are posting in this thread, I'll be sure to make a character of you if you aren't one already, like Masher101, I forgot about you; I'll add you in the next chapter.
Chapter Eight
Ted had never imagined that this is how his night would've ended. He looked up at the stars, hoping that he could find someway to get out his current prediciment. I mean, what are the chances of getting stuck in rubber boots on a football field covered in cement with a faceful of lipstick. He needed to find a way out. He looked around at what he use to get himself out. He stared at the golden koopa...too far away...then the box full of vandalism materials...nothing good to use...the shattered goalpost...which might actually work. He could use a heavy shard of the broken goalpost to chip off the cement from his boots. He lugged up a large peice that would probably work. He rose it above his dramatically and flung it down on the cement. Only a little came off...but if he continued, in no time, he'd be free! He eagerly chipped away at the cement. After a few minutes, Ted jumped with celebration. He was finally freed. He then noticed that his pants were stuck in the cement. Aw, that was nothing; Ted would just have to take them off....TAKE THEM OFF?!?! Ted groaned. Although he would have to bike home in his undies in bone-chilling tempuratures, it was a small price to pay. He would now, not be expelled! But, just before Ted departed, he had a brilliant payback idea. He ran up to the cement-encased pants, and searched around in the bag of vandalism materials, and luckily he found a sharpie pen. Next, he found a tag in the back of the sweatpants, and wrote in big capital letters:
PROPERTY OF BUD WIG
He was glad that it was only 2:00 AM, so not many people were outside to see a biking half-naked Ted, though he still biked quickly. There was a runner who passed him, and yelled out a word that made Ted blush, but he continued, relentlessly. After a few more pointing fingers from a few passing cars, he finally biked to his house, and climbed the tree, plopping into his bed. Soon afterward, he had a wonderful dream of encasing Bud Wig's feet in cement and throwing him off a harbor. How how glorious it was...Bud's face in tears, begging Ted for forgivness, and then....BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP SLAM!
Ted's alarm clock was now a heaping pile of worthless broken circuts and wires.
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"Attention Fungi High student body."
The PA rang with the familiar voice of Principal Deezer, who today sounded more tired, and much more dissapointed.
"Last night, something happened," Principal Deezer added, "that is exactly the oppisite of how we wanted Fungi High to be displayed. A horrible act of vandalism was commited on the Fungi Field. We've searched the area, and have been looking for evidence. We've found some that clearly points to one student being responsible. This student has been suspended and possibly expelled until further notice."
Anxious chatter between the students filled the room, and Ted grinned; Bud had gotten what was coming to him.
"Now, this vandalism has obviously been done by more than one student, so we're still on the lookout for clues. But, until this mystery has been solved, all football, cheerleading, dance team, and marching band practice has been cancelled."
Groans filled the room.
"One more thing," the Principal said, "no details of this vandalism will be announced, it is not appropriate for a principal to give out that information. But, I can assure you that whoever else is involved in this gross misconduct will be in deep, deep trouble. Thank you."
Scilence filled the room.
"Okay," Ms. Sapph muttered, "on with the lesson."
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I bet all the girls are mad. No cheerleading practice but then again, hey, they might've needed a day off from hard cheerleading!
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Haha, perfect, I'm waiting for the rest!
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Not to be rude or anything and this story rocks but, my Diablo dude has some short parts and isn't in too many chapters.(it's no big deal though) Good job on the story though
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Awwwwwww, no more marching band practice! :-(
Haha, this is great.
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Very nicely done!
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I think the marching band would be able to practice on the giant cement block. And football games would have more bone-crunching action!
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*Winces at MaxVance's last comment*
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I play bari sax in my school's band. A marching band could march on the cement, but it would be known as "street marching."
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PROPERTY OF BUD WIG. That's the perfect payback. ^_^
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New chapter. Goshness. Now read:
Chapter Nine: Patricia Peach Preaches Perkily to the Principal
The rest of the school day went pretty much the same. Ms. Sapph gave out some homework, asking to conjugate the word "n00b", Mr. Lizard made them finish dissecting the goombas (Ted didn't get queasy this time), and Mr. Steve made everyone play dodgeball, after which, in the hall, El Lavador punched him a few times; same old, same old. Everything was the same, except at lunch. Ted had sat next to Lou E. G. Simpson and Nerd Person, and told them about the vandalism while snacking at some school pizza. He could trust those two with a secret. But, right behind the trio, was Patrica Peach, eavesdropping.
"Wow, so this kid's dad was a cement guy?" Lou asked.
"Yeah, he even encased the gold koopa statues in it," Ted replied.
"You have to admit that he had a pretty good plan, what with encasing you in it also," Nerd Person chuckled.
"Shut up if you know what's good for you," Ted pressed.
"Oh my goshness!"
Ted had hoped this moment would never come; he looked around, and there was Patrica Peach, over-pampered hair and all. At that moment, Ted smacked his face in his bowl of applesause in frustration. He shouldn't have said it out loud.
"I am like so totally telling Principal Deezer!"
"What are you? In second grade?" Ted mocked, "who still tells on a teacher."
Lou and Nerd Person pointed at Patrica.
"Well, duh, guys," Ted exclaimed, "but, Patrica, what have I ever done to you?"
"Um..." Patrica squeaked, putting her finger to her chin, thinking, "well, I'm a cheerleader, and now we can't have practice. I mean, what if the football team needs to remember how to spell 'team'? Then what will happen? Huh? That's what the cheerleaders are there for!"
Ted stared at her in disbeilef, as he had done to the incredibly weird Mr. Watoad. This Patrica was delusional.
"Anyways, I'm totally telling Principal Deezer what you did, which was of badness," Patrica bubbled.
"Badness?"
"Yeah."
Well, the period soon ended, and Patrica skipped off to the Principal's office. Ted stood against the wall, and Max Vance walked up.
"Hey, heard you vandalized the football field."
"What," Ted exclaimed, "you already know? I told someone for the first time ten minutes ago! How could gossip spread that quickly?"
"Trust me," Max said, "rumors spread like bacteria when Patrica's around."
Ted walked off to his next class with this aquired knowledge. He basically slept through TMK History, as Mr. L. Son gave a boring lecture on how Pumpernickel the Great gained control of the Mushroom Kingdom's main land, and after that period he returned to the familiar halls. The PA ringed on, as it did when the bell rang.
"Will the following students please report to the main office," some secretary recited, "Ben L. Fan, Aaron Eleven, Carly Moo and Bob Man. And will the following students report to the principal's office: Patrica Peach, and Ted... Zepleenrots? Is that it? Ziplinrots? Zaplenrickts? Ah, you know who you are; just go to the Principal's office."
Ted's throat knotted. He was in trouble; he could sense it as he proceeded to the ill fated office.
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"Patrica here told me something very interesting just a period ago."
Same desk, same office, Ted was familiar with this room. But, this time, Patrica was sitting next to him, smirking.
"DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT VANDALIZE SCHOOL PROPERTY?" Deezer yelled; an unusual burst of anger from this Principal.
Ted had to lie. Either lie, or die.
"Sir," Ted sighed, "this is just a dumb rumor going around. I have no idea who did this vandalism, and I had nothing to do with it."
"Well," Principal Deezer said, "I must hear what Patrica has to say about this."
"Um, like," Patrica bubbled, "I totally overheard Ted bragging about doing the vandalism."
"Principal, do I seem like the kind of person who would brag about such a gross misconduct?"
"Now that I think about it," Principal Deezer pondered, "Patrica was also the one who once told me that she found Max Vance pooping in his own locker. Ted I must let you off the hook!"
"But Principal!"
"Patrica, why don't you go poop in a locker," Principal Deezer smirked.
*****
The next day, Ted sat next to Max Vance in Science:
"Man," he said, "I really have to go take a doody!"
He pulled out his pass book, and got Mr. Lizard to sign it. Ted noticed it was a locker pass, not a bathroom pass.
"Max," Ted called, "I thought you had to go to the bathroom."
"Yes, I do," Max exclaimed, "can't you see my locker pass?"
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Oh, poor Peach. I think in one of these chapters, she'll turn from the dark side. But Ted didn't get in trouble!
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Haha, that's great stuff, keep it up.
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The next day, Ted sat next to Max Vance in Science:
"Man," he said, "I really have to go take a doody!"
He pulled out his pass book, and got Mr. Lizard to sign it. Ted noticed it was a locker pass, not a bathroom pass.
"Max," Ted called, "I thought you had to go to the bathroom."
"Yes, I do," Max exclaimed, "can't you see my locker pass?"
Uh... *laughs aloud*
Brilliant! Seriously, I really want to smash that horrible Patricia! No offense, pt_peach...
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No offense taken, Ulitima Shadow :) (werent you formaly Lizard Dude?) She's getting on my nerves, too. Ugh, who like cheerleading, anyway.
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Who knows who anyone is? I sure don't. I'm your old title, whatever that is, meaning I must be Prolific Talker Peach.
jk, I'm Luigi Simpson, only with cool armor.
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Pooping in my locker? I wonder where that came from. I bet Janitor Dayton got rather confused....
The cheerleaders could still practice on the football field, but they just have to make sure that they don't fall down.
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Yay! Ted's off the hook! ^_^
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Oh my goshness this story is good.
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You know my thoughts on your story.
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"oh my goshness!"
That's the most perfect quote ever XD
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Why not put it as your sig? And what will happen next in the story, since Ted's off the hook?
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Max Vance, great sig! But I'm not revealing anything about the upcoming chapters. Chapter Ten is ready, but I'm not quite done with editing, so expect it in less than an hour, if I can.
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Oh! I'm soooo excited! But I like Metal_Slug_Mario's sig better! Sorry for getting off-topic!
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New chapter. I don't know about you, but the thought of Chupperson Weird in an apron makes me ROFL very much.
Chapter Ten: Ted the Brownie Blotcher
"Agh! My precious brownies have burnt!"
Mr. Chup, with his long hair, large glasses, and pink flowery apron, stood over Ted's oven in Home Ed, observing his badly-prepared brownies. He picked up the tray, with some purple oven mitts, and stared at the brownish goo pouring out the sides.
"How much flour did you put in?" Mr. Chup exploded.
"Uh...the whole...bag sir," Ted admitted.
"Ted! Not only have you ruined your brownies, but you also wasted some very valuable flour," Mr. Chup scolded.
Drew Toad collapsed with laughter while watching Mr. Chup have a hissy fit over Ted. Ted ignored him.
"Now, you know what happens to the Brownie-Blotchers," Mr. Chup continued.
"Oh no, Mr. Chup," Ted exclaimed, "not that!"
In a matter of minutes Ted sat in the corner of the room wearing a giant dunce cap that read in big letters: BROWNIE-BLOTCHER
The whole room was filled with laughter, coming from all the students. Drew Toad looked like he was having a seizure when he was guffawing so much.
"Now settle down, silly-ninnies," Mr. Chup projected, "now, as you know, we are now going to distribute the babies that you will be looking after for the rest of the trimester."
He pointed to a large bucket of plastic baby dolls in a large tub.
"Now, we will each have a baby care diary, and you have to look after it as if it were real, and love for it."
He then began distributing the babies. Ted realized this would be an interesting unit. He looked around to see what other people thought. He noticed that Greta Gifted was putting a little Strongbad mask on he baby and smiling, but most of the rest of the class had glum, unexcited looks on their faces. Maybe he was wrong.
So, as the bell rang, Ted once again slumped into the halls. Nathan Paper walked up.
"Hey, do want to join my Homework Insurance Fund?" he chimed.
"What?"
"Oh, well, it's where you pay me money whenever you want me to do your homework instead of you!"
"Um," Ted muttered, "when have I ever wanted you to do that?"
"Well," Nathan admitted, "I just wanted more homework to do, that's all."
"Very well," Ted sighed, "I'll pay you to do all of my English homework."
"Good," Nathan snorted, "now sign here, and here."
He whiped out a contract and pointed to two corresponding places.
"Thank you for joining Nathan Paper's Homework Insurance Fund," he chimed in a professional voice, "you can drop off any of your homework at my stand outside, and pay for the amount of homework."
Ted rolled his eyes, and strolled into his Algebra class, and sat down. After a few minutes the class settled and the bell rang, and Mr. Byte started preaching.
"Welcome, grasshoppers," he announced, "today we will be discussing the sheer greatness of Pi. For Pi is something for which we all should love and cherish, and even sacrifice ourselves for," he continued, as kids across the rooms exchanged nervous looks, "now, Pi is really what we exist for, and is so great that its magnitude has blown me away for my entire life. Now...let me ask you; where would we be, without Pi?"
"Well, goshness! We wouldn't be bored about of our butts!" Patrica cornily yelled, and students guffawed around the classroom, just because Patrica was popular.
"I may be mistaken Ms. Peach," Mr. Byte muttered, "but did you insult the greatness of Pi?"
"Yeah, because it makes us bored out of our butts!"
More roars came from across the room, even though Patrica made the same joke, making her even more lame in Ted's book.
"DETENTION!"
The room fell silent except for one person.
"YES! IN YOUR FACE YOU LITTLE GOSSIP-SPREADER!"
"DETENTION AGAIN."
*****
Ted looked at Patrica from across the detention room, and mouthed, "I hate you."
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Mmmm... pie.....
I wonder what makes Pi so great? It's just up there with all the other irrational numbers, like the square root of 2, sin(1), and the golden ratio.
EDIT: Wait a minute, I thought Ted had Home Ed after Algebra! Look at his schedule.
PRD 1 – English with Ms. Sapph (Room 403)
PRD 2 – Science with Mr. Lizard (Room 23)
PRD 3 – PE with Mr. Steve (Gym)
LUNCH with Mr. Fifth (Cafeteria)
PRD 4 – TMK History with Mr. L. Son (Room 201)
PRD 5 – Algebra with Mr. Byte (Room 307)
PRD 6 – Home Ed. With Mr. Chup (Room 101)
PRD 7 – Computer Applications with Mr. Suffix (Room 501)
PRD 8 – Study Hall with Mr. Watoad (Theatre)
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Whoops. Just ignore that minor fudge...my bad.
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Wow, I really like to laugh!
Great job, Hyrulian, I really like how this is coming out. It's like a group of many plots that are being weaved together to make an interesting story.
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Heehee... ahaha... ROFL! I love it!
"I may be mistaken Ms. Peach," Mr. Byte muttered, "but did you insult the greatness of Pi?"
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Whoops. Just ignore that minor fudge...my bad.
First pie, then minor fudge! Yay!
/me eats minor fudge
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Apple is what makes pi great.
Hey, if the marching band returns, can it be a rocking marching band with me as the lead guitarist, please? I wanna do some riffs for the whole school!! Yeah! *cue the solo by me* *just a fantasy, really*
Oh yeah, can I also be Mr. Watoad's assistant, please? I'm that crazy! *I'm not trying to be pushy, but I'm asking nicely, so please! :P ^_^
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A rock marching band? Haha. I play the trombone at my highschool (because I'm such a nerd) and the closest thing we have to an electric guitar is a......actually there's nothing even slightly related to an electric guitar in the band.
Anyway, you people need to realize that no one told J.R.R. Tolkien what to write, and I think he appreciated that. -_-'
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10/10 LOL nuf said
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Wait a minit.......... Hyrulian is actually Ledzeppini.......what's his face?! I thought he was a newbie!
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Yes, he had a name change. Apparently they're all the rage right now. :-\
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El lavador asks to be a teacher.
Teach: No you'll probably give all the kids a permanent, painful, detention even during summer vacation!
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..... He noticed that Greta Gifted was putting a little Strong Bad mask on her baby and smiling.....
XD XD XD XD XD
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Wait a minit.......... Hyrulian is actually Ledzeppini.......what's his face?! I thought he was a newbie!
Hence the custom title. Plus, I don't think a newbie could possibly have over 1000 posts.
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Unless they were some kind of supar n00b1!!!11! XD
Uh... anyway, please keep writing! I can't wait to see what will happen next to Ted!
*Cries for the brownies*
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Very good. LoL
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This story just cries for me, dude677.
Just a cameo will do.
Hmm...
Make me fall down the stairs.
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Fall down the stairs, that's a good one. XD
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This is great! I hate Pi. It's horrible. Just all the Pi's in the universe would make me puke. Pi = 3.14 which is horrible. I can't stand Pi. But I would't insult it's so called greatness, as our teacher says. I'm going to change my font to match with my hate for Pi. But nevertheless, I can do math and pre-algebra and pi. Hahahahh! Greta put a strong bad mask on the poor baby doll. XD!
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Math is only good for the pi. But contrary to popular belief, pi r not squared. Pi r round. XD
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I enjoy eating pi with a side dish of radius squared. ^_^
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NO!!!! I refuse to eat Pi or any of the math terms. It would be insulting them! Read my sig:
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I like apple pi.
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*eats pi... and pie*
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I'm telling the teacher on you two sisters!
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My real math teacher thinks that joke is funny.
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Pi is too confusing, as is the Internet. I could barely reach the topics at all! Ugh... #._.# <- just a little random
Nothing left to say here.
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All this talk of Pi reminds me of a YTMND that I saw once, but I can't remember what it was.
EDIT: Here (http://pi.ytmnd.com/) it is.
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I'm new here and I need some help finding my history class.
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Dude, this is someone's story, not a game.
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He's just acting in character. This textis higher than this text.
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Oh. *hits self on the head*
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Hyrulian must be busy with chapter 11, probably thinking of a punishment for Ted and Patrica. My guess is that they'll have to calculate Pi to 1,000 places (without using a calculator), then carve those numbers into the cement on the football field.
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I would hate to hafta do that.
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I second that. Carving in the cement sounds pretty darn hard.
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Shippings, anyone? jk, jk
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Last I heard, this was a story, not a disussion.
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They're discussing the story, which works. I want input after all. I don't really want to write a big long, chapter and have nobody say anything.
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Double post...but for a good reason...a new chapter, for once! And, you were right, the detention has a lot to do with Pi. Also, the ending will confuse you, and you will be awaiting the next chapter very much. New characters: Jude Sixsix-Sefen (Dude667)
Chapter Eleven: Yo Can Cry?
Mr. Byte stood over the two troublemakers in his classroom after the school day, pondering a vile punishment.
"Well, I would consider something having to do with Pi, considering the circumstances," he said.
"Please no," Ted and Patrica said in unison.
"Ah," Mr. Byte replied in delight, tenting his fingers, "it's even better that you don't want to do it!"
He strolled to the back of the room and pulled open a file cabinet. He cringed as he lifted two massive packets filled with sheets and sheets of paper. He slammed one on each of the student's desks. The packet title was "If at First You Don't Succed, Pi, Pi Again". Ted gasped, as Mr. Byte took a hearty laugh.
"Yes!" Mr. Byte roared evilly, "the fabled Pi packet! A 497 page barrage of brain-bustin' boring stuff!"
"Sure looks boring, goshness!"
"Correct, Patrica, and you will attend detention every night of the schoolyear until you finish it!"
Ted and Patrica stared at Mr. Byte. All this, just for insulting Pi?
Ted began quickly, he wanted to get this done as fast as he could. "First question", he read.
π16.7 x π7
Ted reached for his calculator.
"NO CALCULATORS!"
Mr. Byte snached the calculator from Ted's hand and put it in his mouth! He began chewing it, and spit out a mangled, crushed calculator! Ted looked at him in awe, and said, "But, Mr. Byte, how can we calculate Pi, if it is infinite?"
"Foolish Ted," he replied, "just round it up to the hundredth, or I'll eat your other school supplies."
"All right."
He began the brain-busting boring stuff, and only got through about ten or eleven questions in an hour! They were tough! But, he wanted to get a lot done, so he stayed until he had thirty-four.
By that time, Mr. Byte said, "Ted, it's three A.M."
Ted cursed very loudly, and ran out of the room, dashing home.
*****
"Sorry, Mom, I had to stay after school," Ted explained.
"For twelve hours?"
*****
The next morning, Ted climbed the bus stairs. He decided to sit next to Greta Gifted; her constant ramblings of Strong Bad would cheer him up.
"So then Strong Bad," she giggled, "explained how butt IQ worked, it was hillarious!"
Maybe Ted was wrong; he constant jabbering could get really annoying. So, when he finally got into the building, he headed towards his locker, glad that the bus ride was over. He got to his locker, and there stood Yo Lyngrio.
"Hey loser," he grunted, "hear your momma still hasn't been able to fit through your house's doorway. Poor, fat thing, stuck inside all day."
The cretin began laughing at his own lame joke, and Ted's anger rose like a billion flames, and he jumped onto Yo's back, screamed. He slammed Yo's head into the locker, and pushed him to the ground. He crouched on top of him, amazed at what he had just done.
It was amazing how much force you could bring when somebody insulted your mother.
The bully ran away, crying like a snot-nosed preschooler, and another large student walked up to him.
"Uh-oh," Ted said, "another big kid; better hurt you too."
Ted jumped on his back, and was about an inch away from slamming his face against the locker until he yelled...
"Hey! I don't want to fight! I just noticed your skill in fighting."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!" the kid replied, "I've been recruiting students for the wrestling team, and it looks like you'd make a good edition."
"Me?" Ted pondered, "I'm scrawny, though!"
"Some of the best wrestlers are tiny little things!"
"Really?"
"Really, really!" The wrestler exclaimed, "by the way, I'm Jude Sixsix-Sefen."
"Weird name."
"Yeah, but are you willing to be on the team."
"Consider me Bone Cold Steve Austin!"
"It's Stone Cold," Jude muttered.
"Oh, I knew that," Ted quickly replied.
"Okay," Jude said, "now it is time for n00bish Wrestler Ceremonial Marking!"
He picked up a confused, and struggling Ted and ran off to the Wrestling Room, where all of the wrestlers sat, with knifes!
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DUN DUN DUUUN! hey!! Its been a long time since my last post, so, I'm checking in! The story owns ^.^
"explained how butt IQ worked, it was hillarious!"
XD And I love how you always reference to GiftedGirls obsesion with strong bad!!
But, hate to presure you but.... I thought you were adding me... XD
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Knives? Uh oh.
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Butt IQ... XD
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Mr Byte Ate....err...chewed Ted's calculator?
eww...what would happen if you digested silicon?
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This is really funny, I think we need a college version.
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Ooo, college, that sounds fun. Lizard Dude throwing a frat party every day while Deezer chugs down non-alcoholic alcohol, while Saph tells everyone to shut up because she needs to finish her term paper. Ooo, that sounds fun...
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But, hate to presure you but.... I thought you were adding me... XD
Sorry, once again. I'll be sure to add you next chapter.
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Math teachers are annoying. They are the only beings that actually like the taste of calculators.
English teachers eat books...
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Can I be in the story as soon as you can find room for me? Please?
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Can I be in the story as soon as you can find room for me? Please?
Sure. Sorry I still haven't been able to fit you yet.
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I still find the "butt IQ" thing funny. ^_^
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Just as funny as ever!
Uh oh...knives...
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This is really funny, I think we need a college version.
XD XD XD XD XD XD XD
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A wrestling team that uses knives is something I would stay away from. Actually, I'd stay away from the wrestling team in general.
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KNIVES ARE BAD. T_T
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What would happen with Fungi Elementary?
Are you going to add more characters from the originals, Hyrulian?
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Sorry, once again. I'll be sure to add you next chapter.
WOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
*cough* Ehm... sorry... about that... I got... ahead... of myself
Errr... *runs off*
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Fungi Jr High would be a good idear...
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I think the LAST thing we need right now is spinoffs of a successful story.
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...a lesson we all learned from AfterM*A*S*H.
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What's that?
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It was a mind-blowingly horrible spinoff of M*A*S*H. It lasted only a few episodes and was widely unappriciated.
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It was a mind-blowingly horrible spinoff of M*A*S*H. It lasted only a few episodes and was widely unappriciated.
I wonder why? I don't even know what M*A*S*H is!
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It's an old Korean War sitcom, I believe.
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I rememeber now! My mom likes that show!
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So does my dad! I find that show to be pretty amusing too.
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It's amusing to me sometimes, not all the time.
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M*A*S*H is good, but I prefer Hogan's Heroes.
Anyway, there have been successful spin-offs, like Frasier.
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Wasn't Fraiser a spin-off of Cheers? I'm pretty sure it is because Dr. Crane was on both shows.
Boy, I'm sorry I missed this! This is hilarious!
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Yeah... both of them, great shows. I remember that crossover episode where all of the old Cheers stars visited Seattle.
A newer matter has come to my attention...
wheres hyruleian
(Bad spelling intended)
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Ooh, good point.
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Hey, maybe the longer time, the more chapters and detail! :D
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Or maybe he's trying to work Masher101 in somewhere.
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yes! And that'll be great! I'm itching for the next chapter!
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Maybe I'll be in the next chpater! :P
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Yeah, you will be in the next chapter. But, the truth is I've been really busy latley with schoolwork. But, now that's it's spring break, I can update very soon.
And, in case you're wondering, I have concocted the plot for the next chapter. Could it have something to do with togas? Maybe...
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Toga party? :P Toga! Toga!
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I could have a pink toga! Or one that's as orange as my hands because I just henna'd my moms hair sunset glow and now my hands are oranger than carrots.
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You could put me in as a loner who is obsessed with Styx.
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I wear a blue Toga! Toga Party 2006!
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Toga? I don't... get it...
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Togas are those sheets that people would wear in the Roman times of Julius Caesar.
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I know that, but why do people wanna wear togas now???
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Because togas are cool.
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Ya, they rawk. Especially when you have a fancy hair comb in your hair when you wear hem ^_^.
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And so does a girl with an electric guitar.
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Just watch Animal House. In one part of the movie, they throw a toga party.
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Guy 1: We gotta do something
Guy 2: Yah we gotta do something
Guy 1: You know what were gonna do?
Guy 1 & 2: Toga Party
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I still don't totally get it. ^^; I'm lame!
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Now, whenever I see this topic title, I think of various types of mushrooms smoking cigars. o_0
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Major o_O
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Now, whenever I see this topic title, I think of various types of mushrooms smoking cigars. o_0
^Funniest post of the year!
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post of the year? Darn, I was hoping for that
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post quoted in sig. :P
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Agh...so many delays. I've been really busy, and ufortunatley my mom is in the hospital (hopefully nothing serious though), so I'm busy and very sad. So, no new chapters for a few days.
Now, whenever I see this topic title, I think of various types of mushrooms smoking cigars. o_0
Man, so many sigs have been spawned from this story. Someone needs to say something so outrageous in this thread so they get a CT! (C'mon Ultima, you can do it.)
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I like my CT, though. :( Ha, you just mentioned someone getting a CT, so that makes you a likely candidate for one, I think.
btw, sorry to hear about your mom. Hope she gets better.
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Sorry bout your mom. Hope she gets better soon!
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What happened to his mom?
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What happened to his mom?
Hylian said that she's in the hospital :(.
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Okay! The widely anticipated twelvth chapter. New characters are Thrasher (Masher), and Mushroom Mage (Kojinka), and Jay Man (Jman). But, yeah. Enjoy it.
Chapter Twelve
There sat all of the wrestlers with knives. This was not looking good for Ted.
"Okay," Jude Sixsix-Sefen exclaimed, "let's give him the mark."
Ted did not think "the mark" sounded very good at all. Had the wrestling team suddenly become some sort of weird cult?
One of the largest wrestlers grabbed a wrigling Ted, and lifted a large, sharp, shiny knife, and pressed it into the flesh of his back. Ted screeched. He seemed to be moving it around and Ted when he was finished, the large wrester held a mirror up to his back so he could see it. It was a large bloody koopa that he had drawn. It was merely the school mascot.
"For that is the true mark of a Fungi High wrestler," Jude proclaimed, "okay, thanks for coming everyone."
Ted stared in disbelief and then said, "What was that for, and why does everyone have a knife then?"
"Oh, it's mainly for show," Jude admitted, "oh, and have fun with that scar. Chicks dig the a koopa shaped scar on your back, trust me."
Ted nodded and then dashed away. That was weird. He was now officially a wrestler. The season was about a month away, though. But, he had plenty of thoughts on his mind at the moment. The wrestling season was the last thing on his mind. He trudged off to his first period.
*****
The school day had gone mostly normaly. So, frankly, Ted was pretty happy that nothing had happened. He didn't need more stuff on his mind.
After Ted's math detention, he waited for his mom to arrive to pick him up. He was pretty bored. He looked around to see if there was anyone to talk to. He saw a long-haired boy playing guitar on the curb. He walked up.
"Hey, who are you?" Ted asked feebly.
"Thrasher. That's what every one calls me at Fungi High."
"I see. Nice licks you're playing there," Ted pointed out, "and nice pickups on that guitar."
"Yep. It's a Les Paul Standard."
"Nice find."
"Yeah, man," Thrasher said, "if you like these licks I'm playing, you should check out my band."
"Really? Who's in it."
"Oh, Mushroom Mage, Vincent Meele, Jay Man," he replied.
"Cool."
"Yeah," Thrasher replied, "hey, you should come to my toga party this weekend."
"Toga party," Ted asked, "sounds killer. I'll be there."
Thrasher handed Ted an invitation, "Yeah. All the cool kids will be there. But not any of the preps. Like that Patrica girl...psh...goshness? What kind of a word is that?"
Ted and Thrasher talked for a while longer until Ted's mom pulled up, and he hoped in.
"Keep it Greek," Thrasher yelled, obviously refering to the awesome toga party that weekend.
At this time, Ted did could not even glimpse upon the massively dire trouble the toga party would bring him.
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This story has just increased in awesomeness by approximately 235%^Π.
Pi, oh my goshness! ΠΠΠΠΠΠΠΠ
xP
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Just one question: since all the "cool kids" are gonna be at this toga party, will Greta Gifted be there or will she not know the first thing about a toga party and decide not to go?
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I know I'd stay from that party. Toga parties just seem rather odd. Especially if they're the kind that cause "massively dire trouble."
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Haha! This story just gets better and better.
I wonder if Drew will go to this Toga party.
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Yay! I'm a gituar playing hippie! XD!!
Heh... Your really great at predicting the personallitys of people!
Well, I guess thats why this story rules!
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I liked the new chapter, partly because Ted became a wrestler. That's because....well, I'm a wrestler. But it's all good everything else!
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Awwww, Patricia doesn't get to come. But I'm still thinking she'll find one way or another to get there. Tee-hee!
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Pt_Peach, you are really good at predicting stuff.
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Okay, three things.
1. Awesome! I'm in a band! I call lead guitarist. You know, solos and all that.
2. Now Hyrulian has a CT of "Something so outrageous."
2.5. A new day will dawn, and the forest will echo with laughter. 10 points to who knows what that is from, and Hyrulian: please don't spoil it :P !
3. Is Thrasher's band gonna play? Me, Thrasher, Jay Man, and Mushroom Mage? I'm guessing that Thrasher= guitar; vocals, Me= guitar, Jay Man= bass, Mushroom Mage= drums.
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Actually, I'm more of a drum player myself. Boy, I can't wait to see what my character is like.
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And I'm more of a vocalist than a drummer. I'm not a very good percuscionist(sp?) in real life. Although it'd be cool if my character were the drummer and there was a 1up mushroom decorated on the base drum.
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2.5. A new day will dawn, and the forest will echo with laughter. 10 points to who knows what that is from, and Hyrulian: please don't spoil it :P !
Since nobody has said it yet, I will...Stairway to Heaven. C'mon guys, that song is classic.
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I listen to Pink. And I was listening to The All American Rejects and Kelly Clarkson last night. I was like, when reading that, What?[/u]
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Who's gonna have a lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time? Me, cause Hyrulian answered it and will answer this one! (j/k) Hyrulian is teh Led Zeppelin mastah!
Most guitarists, myself included, include Stairway to Heaven in the list of greatest rock songs ever.
Pop Quiz! What album did StH come out on?
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That line is from one of my favorite Zeppelin tunes, "Rock and Roll."
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Pop Quiz! What album did StH come out on?
Zoso. I have the original Zoso record, but I shall never sell it; for it is priceless.
Hey, this is pretty fun solving Mr. Melee's quizzes.
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It was Zoso? I thought it was Led Zeppelin Four? Or maybe they-re the same? I don't know.
Jman actually got it, even though I forgot a lonely.
If you like the quizes, here's another easy one. The cover art of LZ's first album featured what famous picture?
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It was Zoso? I thought it was Led Zeppelin Four? Or maybe they-re the same? I don't know.
Jman actually got it, even though I forgot a lonely.
If you like the quizes, here's another easy one. The cover art of LZ's first album featured what famous picture?
It was that one zeppelin that crashed in real life...ah I'm having a brain fart trying to remember its name...wasn't it Hindenburg? I think...
Oh well, next chapter is toga party, and I'm about a fourth of the way of finishing it.
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It just so happens I'm listening to Led Zeppelin right now. The song is Misty Mountain Hop off of Zoso (Led Zeppelin IV). Anyway, great story, Hyrulian. Keep it up!
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Yeah, I'm almost done with the new chapter. It involves a big fight at the toga party.
By the way, I've been in a toga party. It's pretty fun. And it was fun, until someone broke a window, and after that, it wasn't good.
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I bet it'll have something to do with that Koopa drawn on Ted's back. Will it?
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Oh, I get it. Zoso= LZIV. Correct, Hyrulian! And it was indeed the Hindenburg.
I hope I'm not in the fight. No way I'm using my guitar as a weapon, plus I can't fight that well and I don't want to, but hey, Hyrulian, you're the boss.
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*walks into barren wasteland* I wonder what happened? Hyrulian must be holding the "lost chapter." This topic used to be so good, and no one's posted ever since I did waaaaay back. ?__? Where's Fungi High School gone?
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You're right. I wonder how far Hyrulian's gotten with the next chapter.
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I did find myself wondering how it was going. Unfortunately, I think Hyrulian has somewhat disappeared.
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I just talked to Hyrulian on MSN, and he was ill, but he told me to tell you all that the next chapter will be up soon, and that it will be a huge chapter! It will be posted once he gets better.
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w00000000000000000t!!!!!!!!!1111!!!111one!!!11111!!!!!!11eleven!!!!11111
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Chef, please don't spam here. You certainly wouldn't want to gain a rep (reputation) for spamming (I'm speaking from experience).
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Hey Hyrulian I think the Fungi High story is great can are you still letting people in. I would like to be in the story too. I could be the Paranoid kid. because thats what I am lol but its ok if you dont add me, but I havent read a story this good in a long time. You protray the actual realty of high school very well while adding the world of The Mushroom Kingdom. ITS BRILLIANT
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Chef, please don't spam here. You certainly wouldn't want to gain a rep (reputation) for spamming (I'm speaking from experience).
Sorry, I was just excited about Hyrulean's eventual return.
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Let's duck behind the furniture and throw Hyrulian a surprise party in celebration for the upcoming chapter! I'll get the ice-cream cake.
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Let's duck behind the furniture and throw Hyrulian a surprise party in celebration for the upcoming chapter! I'll get the ice-cream cake.
A party would be great I'll bring the chips! lol
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Let's go Hyrulian! Come on everybody, don't be a Heartbreaker. Cheer for Hyrulian!
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*Walks in room* Hey guys what's going on?
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C'mon, MSM. Join the party.
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Oh--Okay! *Hides behind furniture too*
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I think, if we use every Led Zeppelin cameo we know, Hyrulian will arrive even faster! So, turn up the "Rock and Roll" and "Bring it on Home!" ( :/ )
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I think I'll go climb the Stairway to Heaven and buy a Black Dog.
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Too late, Mario is already climbing it (http://mariostairwayheaven.ytmnd.com/).
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Go Mario, Go. Go Hyrulian, Go
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neotev puts on a party hat and hides in a cabinet lol
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Come on guys we have to keep posting so Hyrulian doesn't think we have all abadoned him.
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wow...thats, like the second time i've seen a triple post.
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sorry bout that I just dont want this story to fail I think its great.
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We'll just have to wait for Hyrulian to come back.
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I hope it is soon because I want to read the new chapter badly
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...Um...I dont think he is going to come back.
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I just talked to Hyrulian on MSN, and he was ill, but he told me to tell you all that the next chapter will be up soon, and that it will be a huge chapter! It will be posted once he gets better.
He must be awfully sick.
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I hope that he will get better soon. He does seem awfully sick. I want to read the new chapter as well. Poor Hylian :(
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But he's been sick for 2 months! Or to be technichal, 40 days!!!
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Maybe something happened to him that left him unable to type. That would be horrible, though...
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Has he posted in any other threads?
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He must be VERY sick. Or he has writers' block. I guess writers' block could be counted as a disease to a certain extent. Either way, get well soon, Hyrulian.
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Maybe he's writing the story as we speak and isn't going to post it until he's finished.
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Or maybe he's just watching us talking about this and laughing at us. :)
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The last time Hyrulian was active it says was May 3rd at 4:18 so apparently he has gotten on but the last time he posted was April 10th
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Oh no...he's...he's a... INACTIVE MEMBER!!! (dead)XP
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Well, if my story was this popular I sure wouldn't stop writing it.
I have a feeling he isn't about to come back any time soon. :-(
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Well, the next chapter is gonna be long, I've heard, so maybe he's still writing.
btw, he didn't have writer's block, he had mono. :(
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Mono? Oh no? What's that? Ergh :/
I'm just as confused as the people in the Battle of Evermore.
Boy, Hyrulian must be either really sick again or writing the best chapter ever! This, I think, is the longest wait for a gig/ toga party ever! :/ :D
(If someone wants to use this, they can= Maybe everything is What is and What Should Never Be ((Zeppelin Reference)).)
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Or maybe he's just watching us talking about this and laughing at us. :)
*Chuckles*
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*Chuckles as well, then realises that Hyrulian is back, and gasps*
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I'm not sure, but I think Mono is one of serious sicknesses, so that would explain Hyrulian's absence.
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*faints*
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:)
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Waaaait... I thought we were supossed to surprize him.
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He already knows what's happening. Next time, we PM each other.
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Hurray! We now know Hyrulian isn't climbing the Stariway to Heaven and is still here! Once you post again, Hyrulian, tell us what happened. Then, I hope I can start tuning my guitar for the toga party.
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Mario was climbing it for him.
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Hyrulian! You've arrived!! May I have your autograph?
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YAY hes back I want to be in the story if you can fit me in remember, Paranoid guy. But I dont want to be a nuisance so if you cant fit me in its all right I still will read this awesome story/
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Awwwww, Hylian! You know chuckling is scandalous! Just kidding and glad you're better!
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Yay! He's back! *hugs Hyrulian*
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I have something to say to each of you indivdually!
Kojinka - Yes, mono is horrible! I was in bed for hours at a time and could barley move with out pain! Well, I'm happy because I know that if I had this sickness any longer, my ability to have children would be vanquished, if you catch my drift. That's what mono does in the worst cases.
Metal_Slug_Mario - Whoa, don't faint on me, buddy.
The Blue Toad - :)
Mr. Melee - This will be the best toga party ever man! Tune your guitar well!
MaxVance - Wait, Mario almost sacrificed his life for me? Man, I have to play his games more now!
The Chef - Autograph? Sure. "To my good fan, The Chef. Regards, Hyrulian." Frame that up!
Neotev - Paranoid guy? I'm not sure what you mean by that. But, I'll be sure to enter you in the story. Just tell me what you mean by paranoid guy.
Pt_peach - I'm working on my chuckling problem.
GiftedGirl - Thanks for the hug! Good to be back.
ULTIMA! - How's the Phorums?
Well, the new chapter got deleted when I was about half-way. Dang, I need to remember to save. Sorry guys. But, I'm about a fourth of the way rewriting it. I might have it posted in a week. Thanks for making Fungi High one of the most popular stories on the board, and my deepest thanks to each of you reading it.
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Stories being deleted half-way through sucks. I feel your pain.
btw, the Phorums are going well. Khold, UL, BLF and I have kept it in tip-top shape.
*Dodges as part of roof falls down* jk
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What I mean by paranoid guy is my character would always be ranting on and on about the chance that he might get in trouble or die. Example field trip to the Climbing wall. "Why do we have to do this? We could fall and die!" or any thing like that. Does that make any sense. But if that sounds to confusing just make my character shy and quiet.
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The most long-anticipated toga party of the century is finally about to happen! ^_^
After all this time, I thought it had been called off.
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Hiya man! Glad that sickness went away. I'd be horrible if the worst thing happened. Sorry that half your story got erased. I gotta go to those Zeldaphorums and fast! I can't wait!
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Too bad your story got erased. I'd join the Zelda Phorums, but I wouldn't have much to say. Then again, I don't have much to say here, either...
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*sets up effects pedal, wah-wah pedal, giant Fender amp, Fender Stratocaster, tuner, cords, etc.*
Ready when you are, Mr. Immigrant.
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Go, Hyrulian, Go, I can't wait for the next story with my character in it.
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I got my guitar tuned up. Now I've got to wait for the band. *leans against the bus stop sign and plays NDS*
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And the next part of the story.
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He should've been here by now.
Maybe he's forgotten us.... <:-(
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Wow, so much pressure. I'm pretty sure Hyrulian's ranked number one right now on the list of most wanted members.
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He's probably trying to find a way to work neotev into it.
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I hope I'm not the reason he is having so much trouble last time he was active was May 14th last post was May 8th. Well I could see how it would be hard I mean how is he going to fit a paranoid guy into a Toga Party lol.
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Well, it goes like this. *explains it to neotev for three hours* And that's how it happens. *returns to DS*
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Okay, yes, it's a big bump, I'm sorry. But, the reason I've been gone is viruses! Viruses have attacked my computer! We had to take into a shop, and get it fixed which took like two weeks. Sorry Fungi High fans. But, I'll have the chapter sometime this weekend. There's two parts to it, so there's a lot. It will be monumental, becuase of a huge suprise ending. Guess what will happen...I dare you.
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Ohhhhhh. I am overflowing with anticipation. I have no Idea what will happen next but I'm sure my character is going to act just like me.
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I think I know (via guessing, of course), but I'm probably wrong. No, I'm not guessing. I'd like to save my opinion for a huge 'I TOLD YOU SO' later.
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Okay, yes, it's a big bump, I'm sorry. But, the reason I've been gone is viruses! Viruses have attacked my computer! We had to take into a shop, and get it fixed which took like two weeks. Sorry Fungi High fans. But, I'll have the chapter sometime this weekend. There's two parts to it, so there's a lot. It will be monumental, becuase of a huge suprise ending. Guess what will happen...I dare you.
My guess is that someone dies.
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My guess would be either a big attack from Bowser, or what Maxvance said.
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My guess is that I'm not going to guess. *batteries die on DS* Crud. *pulls out DS Lite*
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Maybe he meant this weekend. *see Hyrulian's last post* *beats personal best on Metroid Prime Pinball* Yes! <(like Napoleon Dynamite).
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Yay! I can't wait!!!
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My guesses:
1. The world will end.
2. Solid Snake will jump out from under a cardboard box.
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Come on Hyrulian! :D You can make it! I'll give you gas money if the bus broke down *looks at $3+ gas money and returns to DS Lite*
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Check out this quote from Wikipedia about Toga Parties:
Toga parties are notorious for featuring large amounts of alcoholic beverages, especially beer. Toga parties were depicted in the 1978 film Animal House, which propelled the ritual into a widespread and enduring practice.
These Fungi High stories are about to get very creepy and dangerous. Someone is going to die from an alcholic overdose because of irresponsible underaged drinking! I had no idea that these stories were rated R.
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Rated R? Come on. R= 18^
I didn't know about that toga defintion. I just thought we'd put on togas. Don't include anything nasty or inappropriate, which I'm sure you won't (the rules). *returns to DS Lite*
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I beg to differ.
Yeah, I'm almost done with the new chapter. It involves a big fight at the toga party.
Alcohol-induced fight, possibly?
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Wow, this is a great fan fic. Please add me to this story hyrulian! You don't have to work me into the toga party, but I would like a part.
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Maybe the main character will be pressured by those around him to have a drink, which he knows is not good, but if he chooses not to, they will deem him 'uncool' or something like that.
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Toga parties aren't just about beer (though mostly are), but also about fraternities, partying out, and tons an tons of pizza! XD
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*switches game to Tetris DS and heads to McDonald's for a break* I wonder where that bus is..........
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Hyrulian said he would have the chapter (or at least the first part of it) posted last week. I wonder what happened this time?
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Life can be so cruel; technology is even crueler.
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It's the price to pay for convinience. I just hpe there aren't any Robot Overlords. >_<
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*switches from DS Lite to mp3 player w/ tons of George Thorogood* I hope we have roadies to get all or our stuff to the gig. *looks down at guitar, effects pedal, Crybaby, amp, ..........*
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Perhaps the virus came back to Hyrulian's computer and he had to get it fixed for another two weeks.
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Let's face it..... he forgot us. X(
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W A N T E D
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Fungi Forum member Hyrulian. Likes Link and Led Zeppelin with much passion. Is Canadanian*. If found, 50pi award. Wanted for the next chapter in well-renowned and loved story "Fungi High." Please find him so he can reveal his masterpiece. Thank you for looking.
Fungi Federal Patrol Offices- 4-978-5426, or dial HYRULIAN.
*Misspelling intentional; it's an inside joke
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:D I have faith in Hyrulian. He will come with the story when it's ready. It's gonna be awesome. Let's be patient. Wuuu-saaaa...
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Hyrulian has not been on MSN for 31 days, I just checked. Maybe he was abducted by the Breadites? :o
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You could of just said a full month. I hope my W A N T E D poster helps :P . Until then *returns to mp3 player, now with noise-cancelling headphones I bought from eBay*
Once Hyrulian does return, though, it will be our Celebration Day! (Zeppelin reference)
**not trying to spam with eBay reference. Seriously bought headphones from eBay**
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We're gonna hafta split into saerch parties and go look for Hyrulian. I wanna see the end o' the story.
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I get the feeling that this story will end up like The Prophecy (read: never to be finished).
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You're probably right, MaxVance.
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Awwww...I seriously liked this story.
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I wonder if the mods are willing to make this into a sticky. It certainly deserves it.
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The almighty mods and admins~~~~~~~~~~beware of their power!
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That's very clever. I hope it works.
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Something weird happened last night. I dreamed Hyrulian came to my home last night. ?__? Weird. But, if he was at my house, then maybe that's a sign he's coming back home to this house! (maybe he won't have that silver beard he had).
-Wow. I've almost been waiting for the band's bus for one month. Stupid rising gas prices-
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As of today, it's been three months since the last chapter was posted. I also noticed that The Prophecy got unstickied. Maybe this will take its place?
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Awww... The Prophecy was a good story too.
Why does this keep happening??!?!?!?!
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If the story does not get posted in another month, then we should just be our own characters and make up a story on our own.
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...I don't think so...
Only Hyrulian can really write this. It's his story.
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It says so in the story. Look close.
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But Hyrulian is dead so he can't possibly write it now.
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He's not dead. He just hasn't posted the next chapter.
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Why would Hyrulian be dead, fuzzy? What gave you that idea? Not even the secret messages in every Fungi High chapter say anything of him dying.
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Why would Hyrulian be dead, fuzzy? What gave you that idea? Not even the secret messages in every Fungi High chapter say anything of him dying.
I know. I just enjoy exaggerating. :)
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What? Since when are there secret messages?
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Look closely, and there will be at least one in every chapter.Not really. I'm fooling you all.Find 'em yet?
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There's one hidden in your post, but the text is too small to read.
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It says: Not really, Im fooling you.
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The best way to hide a message in a post is to change the font color so it is the same as the post background. But you just have to hope that nobody quotes your post.
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why not make it really tiny and change the color.It works people, look it up, it's a fact
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It works people, look it up, it's a fact
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I was hoping my gag would last longer, and I would have made invisible font, I just forgot how the code works.
In the name of Kashmir, come back Hyrulian! Please?
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You have to use HTML to get it to work. The code is:
<font color=INSERT HEX CODE HERE>INSERT TEXT HERE</font>The two hex codes that the ff theme uses for post backgrounds are 333333 and 222222. Though I can't quite get it to work right now.
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#222222= darker background; #333333= lighter backgroundIf that's what you mean.
Our hopes are being Trampled Under Foot! *Led Zeppelin reference*
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Hyrulian! Where are you?
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Forget Hyrulian, he is never coming back. Let's just forget about him. He has left us.
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Don't talk like that, Fuzzy. He will come back... He will.
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Fuzzy's turning dizzy on Hyrulian!
I hope Hyrulian isn't Sick Again *Zeppelin refer.* Maybe he'll make a Night Flight and be In the Light again. *two more LZ refers.*
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Yeah, but why are we rambling on(lz reference) and kinda spamming up the topic. If hyrulian comes back, he will find where the topic is and keep working on it. We don't need to bump it.
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Chapter Thirteen - Toga Party Pt. 1
He kicked up his feet on his desk. He deserved a break. He deserved a break from this horribly long, unforgiving, and eventful year of Fungi High. It was over. Done for. It was a bittersweet situation. The pros being that 3 months of laziness were about to begin. The cons were that nothing else was going to happen. He sat there thinking of what he was going to do that night. Maybe order a pizza and watch a few movies with his mom. Just a boring family night. Wait a second! There was the toga party!
Yes! The delayed, prolonged toga party that had been awaited for so long! The party that had been delayed because of Ted's constant sickness and busy schedules! It was tonight! Ted had forgot. He looked at the clock. 5:30. Only half an hour until it started! Ted grabbed his toga and slipped it on. Not to mention the little leafs he wrapped around his head. He ran out of his room and down the stairs. He was running out the door when his mom stopped him.
"Teddy," she said, "where are you going?"
"Party, Mom," Ted said, "over at Thrasher's."
"Okay, son," she replied calmly, "boy...you are getting tall."
It was true. Ted had grown over 4 inches since his old Pi days like seven months ago. So many other things had changed. He hung out with the punk crowd, after all they were the people that were going to be at the party. He was in the best band at the school too, Poison Mushroom Academy. He'd also changed in the fact that nobody really picked on him anymore, considering he had grown. Other things that had happened was that his wrestling team had gone state, with him leading the team. He still had that fabled Koopa knife mark on his back. He was also done with the Pi book and finished his classes with a few A's, but mostly B's and C's.
"Well, anyways," Ted's mother coughed, "have a good time at your shindig."
"Will do."
Ted hopped on his bike, and pedaled quickly to Thrasher's house which wasn't that far away. Just a few blocks, and he was there. Thrasher's was pretty big, and kids were crowed around it. Loud music was blasting from inside. Sounded like it was live. He looked through the window and indeed a few kids he didn't know were performing on a small stage. Ted ran up to the huge crowd standing around the house. There were so much kids that they overflowed out of the house, plus togas as far as the eye could see. He saw Maxwell Vance chatting with Kay Hold, and ran up.
"Hey what's up, guys," Ted exclaimed.
"Yo, Ted," he said, pounding Ted's fist, "good to see you here. You've been sick forever, man."
"Yeah," Kay agreed, "what's it been...like three months?"
"Something like that. Mono can be a real..."
"Whoa, let's not go there, buddy," Maxwell laughed.
Ted chuckled and patted Max on the back as he saw his other friend, Mage, who was in his band.
"Hey, Mage. What's the scoop?"
"Ted!" she screamed, afterwhich she gave him a huge hug that knocked him over.
Ted rubbed his head and stood up covered in grass and dirt and muttered, "Glad to see you too."
"C'mon our band's playing really soon, Ted!"
"Wait! You guys never told me that Poison Mushroom Academy was playing! I didn't bring my guitar!"
"Oh great," she moaned, "if Thrasher dosen't have an extra guitar, then we're screwed! C'mon!"
She grabbed Ted's wrist and pulled him through the crowd. Ted waved and shouted at all the people he knew in the crowd. There was good old Greta Gifted (who was talking to someone about the cheat), Vincent Meele (whom was also in Poison Mushroom Academy), and hundreds of other kids who his punkish and non-prep bretheren.
Soon, the two ran through the door, and ran into Thrasher's stuffed living room. He looked around and saw many, many togas. Greek word were spray painted on the wall, and there was lots of pizza! The band that was playing was a bunch of jr. high kids who were lucky to even be in a high school party. Ted knew this band. It was Koopakrunch. Mage continued to pull Ted until they reached Thrasher who was watching the band and jumping around, like everyone else in the room. Mage pulled him to the side so the three could talk.
"Thrash, he doesn't have his guitar. We can't play. Plus we're on in like 5 minutes."
"Hey, hey," Thrasher inturupted, "listen, I can get one quick from the neighbor's."
"That'll take like ten minutes though," Ted said.
"That's why you entertain them, Teddy Boy!" Thrasher exclaimed, while he handed Ted a small ukelele.
"WHAT? I'm going to play this?"
"Yeah, run up there. Koopakrunch is done, give them a show! Make something up," Thrasher yelled.
Ted ran on to the stage confused. Everyone stared at him. He looked at his ukelele. He started to play Mary had a Little Lamb.
He played that song and sang the lyrics while kicking stuff on the stage. The crowd erupted in laughter. This was a good idea. He built on this. He did something funnier.
Ted took his ukelele and took a huge bite out of it and spit it at the crowd. Everyone screamed in approval, and some lucky fans got to keep some ukelele bits.
Thrasher ran on to stage.
"Just kidding, Ted. I have two guitars. I just wanted to see you make a fool of yourself," he laughed.
Ted wanted the crowd to have a good ending to this little performance, so, he took the ukelele and smashed it against Thrasher's head. Thrasher fell against the drum, laughing. He took a drumstick and broke it against Ted's head. Ted moaned, and then kicked Thrasher off the stage. The crowd cheered as Thrasher landed softly in their hands. They pushed him back up and Thrasher muttered into one of the microphones, "Thank you, Ted."
Ted smiled. The audience was chattering and chuckling. Vince Melee, Mage, and Jay Man ran on stage, completing the band. Ted looked through the audience. He noticed some of his great friends, who had been with him through thick and thin. There was Nerd Person (who now prefered to be called by his serious, real name, Jason, since he had dwelved into abstract art and free form jazz), Max Vance whom he had just talked to and was pointing two thumbs ups and smiling, Sarah Pekkala who was chanting "toga, toga, toga", and good old Greta, who was sporting a signature Homestar toga. Of course, Ted recognized hundreds of other kids in the crowd.
"Now, everybody," Thrasher yelled, "welcome to my party! I have a few announcements."
"Play 'Ode to Bowser'," some moron screamed from a silent crowd.
There was a pause, and then Thrasher continued, "Well if we ignore the total idiots, we can get on with the announcements."
The crowd laughed.
"Well, first I have to make it clear that upstairs is for make-outs. Please refrain from PDA, people! Use the upstairs," Thrasher exclaimed as the crowd laughed again, "secondly, I have to point out our extremely awesome snack table. The fried koopa kabobs will blow your mind!"
Lou E. G. Simpson whistled with agreement as he chewed on two koopa kabobs.
"So I think we're ready to start. Who's ready for some Poison Mushroom Academy?"
The audience screamed as Vincent grabbed his bass, Jay Man grabbed a microphone, Mage sat down at her drum set, and Thraser and Ted grabbed their guitars.
"Band huddle," Vincent Meele whispered as the band did as he said, and huddled, "I say we play Kashmir."
"No, not a good opening song. We need something with energy. Kashmir could be one of the last few," Thrasher critqued.
"How about Crazy Train?" Jay Man asked.
"Nope. That would be a good song for the middle," Mage answered.
"Turning Japanese would be fitting," Ted said.
"Ted you're a genius! Let's go!" Vincent exclaimed.
The band went to their positions, and Ted stood in front of over 100 of his screaming school mates. He got goosebumps from this kind of night. He looked and Thrasher and nodded.
"It's good to be back," Ted muttered into the microphones as he raged into their first number.
Chapter Fourteen - Toga Party Pt. 2
Patrica Peach crouched on the roof, with a pair of binoculors up to her eyes. She watched the toga party with envy. About 30 other prep kids watched with her, all wearing pink Abercrombie togas.
"So are we crashing this thing or what?" Ben L. Fan pondered.
"Yeah of course we are," Patrica mocked, "we've been planning to do this for months now."
"Why are we on a roof though," Blue Toad asked.
"I don't know! I thought it would be like spyish!" Patrica exclaimed.
Patrica ran off, and landed on the grass in a thud. The others did the same. Now they stood across from the punk's precious toga party. They heard the band playing some song about Japan or something.
"C'mon," Patrica said, as she motioned her hand torwards the house.
"No, wait!"
It was Leo Tev. The paranoid kid. He always thought that they were going to fail, or get in trouble, or die.
"What, Leo."
"What if the punks win the fight?"
"They won't, we're genetically superior," Patrica comforted.
"If you say so," Leo Tev chattered nervously.
"Now, for the love of Hollister, let's go!"
The preps ran across the street. All of the punk kids were inside listening to the band. All they had to do now was run inside and rock their world. Patrica and the thirty other crouched down close to the door.
Patrica whispered, "Now, just beat the snot out of these so called 'rebels'."
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Meanwhile, inside, Ted was burning out a killer solo. The crowd was shouting with approval, and Lou E. G. Simpson was shouting with approval...to the snack table.
They all jumped up and down in excitment, but then the door flung open revealing a tital wave of pink Abercrombie togas.
Patrica stood in front of a large mass of confused punks, as the band stopped, and she screeched, "WE CAME! WE SAW! WE CONCORED!"
Then a flurry of violence sprung out. Preps including Patrica, Ben L. Fan, Aaron Eleven, Jude Sixsix-Sefen, and others were flinging their fists at the punks like Lou, Greta, Kay, and others.
Ted was awe-struck, this party had gone amok. The two groups kept on fist fighting, and Ted even saw a few lamps and other things fly. He saw Thrasher screaming and jumping violently into the prep side, ready to fight them. Vincent, Mage, and Jay weren't sure what to do, so they just followed. He saw Lou E. G. Simpson sword fighting a prep with the koopa kabobs. Sarah was puching Aaron in the stomach. The whole room was stuffed with kids punching and kicking each other. Then, as he stood confused on stage he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head. It felt like someone had thrown a brick at it, and everything faded.
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Half an hour later, Ted looked up at the night sky. He had just awoke from his unconcousness. He appeared to be out of the house, which loud noises were still coming from. Then a face popped right in his face. It was one of the preps, he noticed by the pink toga.
"Didn't know you were that easy to knock out, you vandal," an evil grinning face chuckled.
As Ted's eyes slowly ajusted, he saw that it was infact...BUD WIG! The kid who had tricked Ted into vandalizing with him, and tried to frame him!
"WHAT!? You? I thought you were still in juvie!"
"No! I got out yesterday, and when I heard that my friends were crashing a party that you were at, I decided to join them. I couldn't give up the opportunity to kill the maniac who put me in juvie."
"KILL?"
Then Ted felt it. A sharp device being pressed into his stomach. Bud was holding a knife to Ted's chest, and could kill him any minute he wanted to.
"Bud, if you do this. You'll be put in jail for your life."
"You fool. Getting away with murder is a lot easier than people perseive it to be," Bud chortled.
"You sicken me."
The knife was pressed into his stomach a notch harder.
"Sorry, sorry!" Ted exclaimed, "Don't kill me! What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing," Bud whispered, "there's nothing that you can give me to make me think about sparing your life."
"Bud, isn't this a little harsh?"
"Teddy, Teddy, Teddy," Bud said, "look, you've made my parents hate me, you've made my whole family hate me, and you've ruined my life in so many aspects. I can't do anything other than fix the problem."
"By killing me?"
Bud pointed to his nose, an universal sign for "yes". The sharp pain on Ted's stomach intensified. Ted saw a bright light gaining. He felt as if he was being lifted up. He ran down a large bright tunnel, with strange heavenly sounds all around him. It was a great feeling. He felt like he was being taken away to a good, happy place. He heard a soft voice saying, "Ted..." over and over.
"Tedddd....Teddddd.....Tedddd..."
He was looking up another face.
"Thrasher, you're God?"
"No! You're not dead," said Thrasher, looking over at Ted at the same spot he was with Bud.
Ted smiled. His life had be spared. He felt overjoyed. He looked down at a bloodstained toga. It was almost completely red. He looked around for Bud. Bud was colapsed on the ground.
"What did you do to him, Thrasher," Ted moaned, grimacing in pain.
"Hit him with my guitar. He won't be enjoying rock music for a while, knowing what pain the insturment brought him."
Ted remained lying and looked through the window. Most of the kids were gone. Except for a few that were weeping.
"I can't believe I almost died," Ted said to Thrasher, "and I'm eternally grateful that you saved my life."
"Hey, trust me," Thrasher replied, "things would not be the same without you around."
Both of them smiled. Ted continued to thank him for saving his life, and Thrasher kept on saying "no problem" or "you deserve it".
That's when Ted noticed Patrica. She was behind a bush, staring at him with a sad, mourning face. She trotted over, tear-stained.
"Get away from here," Thrasher yelled, "look what you've brought to this kid. Did he deserve to be stabbed? HUH?"
"No," she moaned as she sat down next to a blood-stained Ted, "I thought this wasn't going to come to this kind of measure. I thought this was just going to be a quick fight between us."
"Well it still happened to him," Thrasher growled.
"Look," Patrica said, staring down at Ted, her baby blue eyes twinkling in the moonlight, and covered in tears, "I didn't mean for this to come. I'm so sorry that I ever tried crashing this party. Now I realize that clique rivalries are insane. They shouldn't happen. Ted, punks are just as much people as preps are. It's just a label. I'm sorry for bringing this on everyone. You know, this whole year the only reason I ever picked on you, wether it be about Pi, or you being stuck in a locker, or whatever...was just because I have feelings for you."
"What...," Ted questioned staring up at her face, under the moon, and Thrasher's confused face.
"Ted Zeplinrochts...I'm in love with you."
Patrica grabbed the back of Ted's head, and kissed him square on the lips.
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This would be .... like the only reason I post here anymore! :3
This is great and surprising all in one, but if I may ask for myself to be a little more into the action if that's not much, not pressuring you though, after all that you've come up with something great. Nice job!
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*claps wildly*
I could hardly believe this when I saw you updated it! w000! It's great to have you back, Hyrulian!
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I salute you, Hyrulean.
*kneels down and removes hat*
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Wow, Ted is a bit of a gerk. None of these characters are like me at all.
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That was a great twist of an ending. I can only imagine pt_peach's reaction to her character admitting feelings for your character, Hyrulian.
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I thought something like that would happen! :O I like the fact that you fit in my unhealthy obsession with food, and... what an excellent last chapter! (that's all I can say -.-)
*starts clapping, and chanting*
btw... I wonder what pt_peach will think of this ending...
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No worries, I already got permission from pt_peach.
By the way, this chapter ends this part of Fungi High. The second installment, Fungi High: Sophomore Year will begin soon, in this same thread. Can I get a hoorah?
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HOORAH!!
This story keeps getting better and better...
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HOORAH!
*Plays 'Fungi High- The Videogame'*
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Fungi High: The Video Game...good idea, Ultima.
By the way, I'm already done with the prolouge for Fungi High: Sophomore Year. But, I don't want to post it until I've finished Chapter One.
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I LOVE IT! OMG! This is so cool! I want to read the next part ASAP! This is to nice. Love it! Yep, he already got permission ;). A video game sounds nice. Poor Ted, almost dying. Juvinille Hall made him tougher and he wanted to get revenge! I'm so excited
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I SHALL PWN YOU ALL WITH KEBAB STICKS
I wonder what FH:SY be about? There are so many good fics going around right now... Fungi High, The Suitor, My One and Only... makes me want to resume work on a Mario fic again.
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That's amazing. Too bad I had to miss it when it was posted.
/me can't wait for the next chapter
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I wonder if I'll resume my role as...wait a sec, what was my character's exact role in the band?
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Wow. That was... an unexpected ending! Two w00ts for Hyrulian!!
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w00t! It's back!
Oh no, I'm evil!
But it is nice to see the return of this story. Keep up the good work!
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*applauds wildly* HOOOOOOOORAAAH! I'm late.A great ending chapter! What will happen to everyone next year? Will Ted and Patricia go out? Who will be the next threat to Ted? Will the snack bar run out of koopa kabobs?
I find it funny that I'm a bass player in the story because I love to mess around with basses (any strnged instruments really).
It's great that you are back, Hyrulian. It was definitely our Celebration Day when you and the story came back!
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Will the snack bar run out of koopa kabobs?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
*deep breath*
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Anyway... I find it slightly ironic that Ludwig commented on Bud Wig's evilness (not a word xP) yet his username is that of a villain.
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Oh! Oh! Hyrulian! I just have one thing I need to tell you! I'm obsessed with Muppets(I love Gonzo), could you carry that over to Greta? Thanx. ^_^
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Whoa. Now GiftedGirl worships the Muppets? What else did I miss in my prolonged absense.
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I joined the forums and would love to be in the story. but you don't know much about me.
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Whoa. Now GiftedGirl worships the Muppets? What else did I miss in my prolonged absense.
I don't worship ANYBODY! I just like the Muppets. Although I have become a Gonzo fangirl. *brick'd*
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Yeah, I can probably fit a role for The Chef in for chapter 2. But, right now I'm posting the prolouge and chapter one. And, Fuzzy, I know that you're not actually like your character in the following chapters, but, I just needed a little kid role. So without further ado:
Prolouge - Dark Thoughts and Pudding Cups
"Bring me my pudding cups."
"Yes sir," Mr. Chup replied to Principal Deezer, "pudding cups right away."
It was the day before the first day of school, and the principal's office was dark. Principal Deezer was in a strange, foreboding mode. He just had this weird feeling. A feeling he couldn't shake off. It was a feeling that this was going to be a eventful year. Not that a year being eventful was bad, but he felt that these would be bad events. Scenes of injury, resentment, injustice, bias, discrimination, violence, harm, impurity, obscenity, and even death came to his mind when pondering what this school year would bring.
"Here's your snack sir," Mr. Chup whispered.
Principal Deezer decided not to dwelve on such horrible thoughts, there were more important things at stake, like pudding!
Thus began the school year.
Chapter One - Buttpoopface
"Bro, I'm never having a toga party again."
"Good idea," replied Ted.
"How about a toga box social," Thrasher added.
"No, that might be pushing it," Ted laughed.
It was a nice morning in Fungi Town. Thrasher and Ted were walking to Fungi High, to begin their sophomore years. Their last year was quite eventful. Ted had been locked in a locker for almost a full day, been scarred with a koopa mark on his back, been beated up by a giant kid named Yo many a time, been tricked into vandalizing the football field afterwhich being implanted in cement on it and almost framed. Not to mention the awry toga party where he almost died from a stab to the stomach and had been kissed by the prep Patrica Peach.
Too bad sophomore year was going to be even worse.
"Man, I can't believe we're going to be sophomores," Thrasher pondered.
"I can," said Lou E. G. Simpson, who had just walked up behind them, "I mean, last year went fast."
"That's true," Thrasher commented.
"By the way, do you have any leftover Koopa Kabobs?"
"Lou, that was three months ago," Thrasher sighed.
"Hey," Lou interupted, "I don't mind food poisoning. Now give me my shishkabobs!"
"Ah, there it is," Ted yelled, changing the subject from kabobs, and pointing at the Fungi High they had grown so used to.
As they walked torwards the school, a little kid ran up to them. He looked about 10, and he stared at the three sophomores with a tooth grin.
"Oh sweet Barbara," Thrasher sighed, "it's Fuzzy."
"Oh sweet Barbara," Fuzzy mocked in a high-pitched sarcastic voice, "it's a bunch of dumb high school kids!"
"How do you know this kid," Ted laughed.
"He's my neighbor," Thrasher whined, "he can get pretty annoying."
"He can get pretty annoying," Fuzzy mocked once again, "well, guess what? You're stupid and a buttpoopface."
"Look, Fuzzy," Lou E. G. Simpson interupted, "me, Ted, and buttpoopface here need to get to class, so if you could just buzz of that would be just peachy."
"MEANY," yelled Fuzzy as he ran away at full speed.
The three teenagers shook their heads heading torwards the school again. There was a long pause.
"So what classes do you guys have," Ted asked.
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*eating from a stolen pudding cup* I have a sense this year wil be an exciting one!
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IF this year is going ot be worse, it's going to be even more eventful and exciting!
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I JUST finished reading through the fics. *claps and cheers* and I would love to get a part on the new story.
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lol, pudding cups. Good chapter! :D
Speaking of which, I once made jelly with four-year old jelly crystals. Still tasted okay. xP
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*Also eats pudding from stolen cup* Nice. Very nice. *applaudes*
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Hey, I want a pudding cup!
But anyway, I know way too many kids like Fuzzy. Can't wait to see what happens next.
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I get the feeling that dezzer will have something to do with Fungi High this year. Somehow.
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Yay! *claps*
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Awesome possum, Hyrulian.
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Did anybody besides me notice that the title of Chapter One was "Buttpoopface"?
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I noticed.
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lol, buttpoopface.
"me, Ted, and buttpoopface here need to get to class, so if you could just buzz of that would be just peachy."
That sounds just like something I'd say :O
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New characters: Sushie Roy (Sushie Boy).
I'm kind of starting the year off slow. In the first part of Fungi High, I felt that too much happened right away. So I'm starting slowly, and explaining things left unanswered from last year. Well enjoy chapter two! Oh, and The Chef, I'll probably get you next chapter, sorry!
Chapter Two - You Deserve Sushie
After that fateful kiss at the toga party, so long ago, Patrica had run away in fright of what Ted would say in response to her admitting her feelings. They hadn't seen each other at all during the summer, and nothing had been resolved or discussed, though everyone knew that Patrica loved Ted. But, amok all this, Ted akwardly sat in his desk in first period, next to Patrica herself. Every few minutes the two would look at each other, and look away, blushing.
"Welcome to another year at Fungi High," Mr. Byte said to the first period Foundations of Economics class, "I hope you like you're seating arrangements, because that's how they will be the full trimester."
Ted swore in his mind. This guarenteed a utterly akward trimester between him and Patrica...unless he did something about it. He took out a lined sheet of paper and a pencil and wrote:
Hi Patrica
He folded up the paper and handed it to her. She looked at Ted awestruck and read it. She replied:
Hi
Ted took it back and read it, suprised at how vague the response was. He wrote:
So...what have you been doing lately?
Patrica quickly took the note and scrawled:
C'mon, Ted. We can't pretend that nothing happened. Look, I'm sorry that I ran away from you that night. I was a coward for doing that. So, could you answer me this: what did you think about that kiss?
Another response:
I think that I love you too
Patrica smiled, as Mr. Byte droned on about the roots of economics.
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"HEY YOU THERE," a small freshman yelled at Ted as he walked out of the economics room, "WHERE IS BATHROOM?"
"Wait, who are you," Ted asked cooly.
"ME SUSHIE ROY!"
"Oh...hi Roy."
"ME FOREIGN EXCHANGE STUDENT," Roy said, "HEY DO YOU LIKE PI?"
"I've had bad experiences with it," Ted sighed, "trust me."
"SO WHERE BATHROOM?"
"Over to your left."
"THANK YOU. YOU DESERVE SHUSIE!"
"Cool thanks, Roy," Ted yawned as he walked away and checked his schedule. It was English 8 with Ms. Sapph.
Ted strolled away, Sushie Roy shreiking about the bathroom in the distance, and unknowing of how this would be the beginning of one freaky school year.
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That's pretty rockin', Hyrulian.
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*laughs* Haha! Sushie Roy, that made me giggle, good job!
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*Is eager for the next chapter*
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"You Deserve Sushi."
That is a great name for a chapter. I wonder when the ol' band will show up again?
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I wonder when Greta Gifted will show up again.
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It's understandable that the first part would be faster, since Ted had just been dropped into a new school.
We still have no explanation for the pudding cups, though...
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Heh, Sushie Roy.
*eats sushi and pi*
Wait, I hate sushi :o
*spits out sushi, gagging*
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New characters: Cheffers (The Chef)
Man. Thank you guys for reading Fungi High. I haven't really thanked you like this. So thank you, the group of forumers who read my story. This story would be nowhere without you guys.
Anyways, chapter three. This chapter has the first sign of conflict in Ted's sophomore year.
Chapter Three - A Dramatic Lunch
In the lunch line, Lou E. G. Simpson stood, clutching his tray and staring at the food in disbelief. There sat a large pile of kabobs for all students to pick up and enjoy.
"There is a God," he murmured.
"Hey," said a man in a cooking hat, who was serving the food from behind the sneeze guard, "hurry up the line!"
"I haven't noticed you before," Lou said.
"Yeah, I'm the new chef this year," he replied, "everyone calls me Cheffers."
"Okay," Lou said, "hi Cheffers. Thanks for getting kabobs. I love kabobs."
"You're going to be a kabob if you don't hurry up," Yo Lyngrio shouted from behind Lou, as he shoved him to the ground.
"Actually being a kabob wouldn't be that bad for me."
*****
Ted sat at his lunch table. He had just finished Foundations of Economics, English, Math, and Forumia Studies. What a boring four classes. He almost fell asleep in half of them. The first days of school were always horrible though.
The lunch table consisted of Ted, Thrasher, Greta, Jay Man, Mage, Vince Melee, and Lou, who just sat down with a tray with over 100 kabobs.
"Do you guys like muppets," Greta urged.
"They're alright," Jay replied.
"Alright? Are you crazy," Greta asked, "I thrive on the muppets. I've been watching them all summer. I even went to muppet camp!"
"Wow. Did somebody say obsession," said a hypocritical Lou, as he chewed on 5 kabobs.
The group laughed, except for Ted, who had his eyes on Patrica, who was walking by. She had a armful of books, and caught a glace of Ted and dropped them all.
"Oh my gosh," Ted exclaimed, as he ran over..
She was blushing, and giggling as Ted asked if she needed help.
"That would be nice," she laughed.
Ted sweetly picked up all the books and put them in a pile and pushed them to her. She smiled and said, "Thank you, Ted".
As she walked away Ted felt like he was being sucked into a vortex of love. He walked back to the table. All of his friends stared at him.
"Ted," Thrasher said, "you can't talk to preps like that. Even if she did kiss you once."
"Yeah," Vince agreed, "don't you remember what preps did to you? You almost died!"
"But she's different," Ted exploded.
"It dosen't make a difference," Mage sighed in disapointment.
Thrasher, Jay, Mage, Vince and Lou all stood up from the table and walked away. Just leaving Ted and Greta. There was a long pause.
"Wanna talk about muppets?"
"NO!"
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Hmm... so I'm an actual chef, eh? Guess that works out OK, considering how I didn't really want a big role. Thanks Hyrulean.
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If that's fine with you, The Chef. I have written some idea for sub-plots that involve The Chef more, in case you wanted a bigger role. So just let me know if you want a bigger role.
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Thrasher, Jay, Mage, Vince and Lou all stood up from the table and walked away. Just leaving Ted and Greta. There was a long pause.
"Wanna talk about muppets?"
"NO!"
Those lines made me lol. Great job, Hyrulian. *gives two thumbs up*
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Mage likes it! Will I get a bigger role later on?
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This story pwn's Hyrulian. Could you please give me a part?
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Muppet camp, that's silly! ^_^ I don't really think there's such a thing as Muppet camp...
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"You're going to be a kabob if you don't hurry up," Yo Lyngrio shouted from behind Lou, as he shoved him to the ground.
"Actually being a kabob wouldn't be that bad for me."
One of the things that make this story so great are things like this. Keep up your good work, Hyrulian.
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I thank you for making my character so awesome. :D
Still... I can sense a bit of anger between Ted and some of his friends (Thrasher, Mage, Vince, Lou and Jay, to be exact). Sort of reminds me of that High School Musical spin-off I read once. Maybe I should actually see the movie sometime...
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Maybe I'm mad at Ted because he hates George Thorogood :O.
I'm guessing that Ted will face a lot of turmoil by everyone, including his friends, if he dates Patricia. Love relationships are going to be tricky in this story, I think, but if anyone can do it, it's the immigrant himself, Hyrulian.
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This story pwn's Hyrulian. Could you please give me a part?
No problem. I can add you as a character. Just give me some sort of a background of what you want your character to be like. That always helps. Maybe a name too.
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In the lunch line, Lou E. G. Simpson stood, clutching his tray and staring at the food in disbelief. There sat a large pile of kabobs for all students to pick up and enjoy.
"There is a God," he murmured.
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That is a great way to start off a chapter.
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This story pwns big time! I don't mind the muppets: sailor moon gets on my nerves. Kabobs! I LOVE THEM! 100 kabobs sittin' on a table!
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New characters: Colin Mushroom (solidmushroom)
Chapter Four - Horribly Frank
Ted had bad news and good news. The bad news was that his punk friends would get angry whenever he talked to Patrica. The good news was that they were giving him strikes, and for his third strike they would stop talking to him. Dosen't sound like good news, but to tell the truth, Ted thought that his friends would stop talking to him right then and there.
"Welcome to Physical Education, students," Mr. Steve announced across the gym, "now, I must warn you that Sophomores have it harder when it comes to conditioning."
Groans could be heard around the gym, and Mr. Steve continued, "Which leads me to your first excersize. Twenty laps around the gym."
Everyone pushed themselves up while groaning, and began running in a large circle around the gym.
Ted was jogging along a somewhat short kid whom he recognized. He was the really smart kid that had won the Forumia National Geography Bee last year. His name was Colin Mushroom or something like that.
"Hey Colin," Ted said, "didn't you win that Geography Bee last year?"
"Yeah, what's it to you?"
"Oh, I was just wondering," Ted replied nervously.
"Yeah that was me. I've also beaten Metal Gear Solid: Snake Eater over seventy times, but you don't hear my parents bragging about that, now do you?"
"Well actually," Ted stuttered, "I don't really know your parents."
"Yeah well it's just a figure of speech," Colin exploded, "you wouldn't actually have to know my parents to understand it. I was just pointing out how my efforts in the field of Geography are more brought-out than my love of video games."
There was a long pause. Boy, this kid was turning out to be horribly frank.
"Well, congrats on your geography thingy," Ted muttered as he finished his twenith lap.
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"Look, I really don't think that Ted talking to Patrica will hurt that much," Lou sighed as he sat outside on the curb with Thrasher, after school.
"I'm telling you," Trasher yelled, "we can't have one of our own talking to one of those O.C. watching, Abercrombie wearing..."
"Forget it man," Lou interupted, "you, Jay, Mage and Vince can give Ted the cold shoulder and these stupid 'strikes' but I'm friends with Ted even if he does like this girl."
He stood up, and left the Judas of Fungi High behind.
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Coolies. ^_^
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Colin to me sounds like a showoff.
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You guys are so great that I think you deserve three extra chapters! Also, I just noticed that this story is five months old now. It's been here since Feburary! How long have I been gone! Sheesh!
Well enjoy your extra chapters:
Chapter Five - Badbye
"Another day," Ted moaned as he rose out of his bed, scratching his eyes, "another eight periods of heck."
It had been a week after the first week of school, and things had pretty much gone the same. Exactly the same. It was so boring, Ted could hardly bear it.
Before he knew it he was changed, full of breakfast and in line at the same old yellow bus. Suprise, suprise. He usually walked, but today he was way too tired to move. He sat next to Greta on the bus, which reminded him of the first day of his Freshman year. Today she was talking about Muppets though, rather than Homestar like last year. Every day was just a conveyor belt. Sure, he wasn't saying that nothing crazy had happened in school, but when it came to classes, it was always same old, same old. Nothing new or exciting.
"Ted, you don't look like you want to talk about Muppets," Greta exclaimed as rain poured on the bus.
"Can you take a hint?"
"Geez, Ted," Greta pouted, "what's wrong with you today?"
"I don't know," Ted moaned, and paused, "do you ever wish that something exciting could happen in school."
"Hmm," Greta pondered, "I'm not sure. But, Ted, be careful of what you wish for. You never know if exciting could be a bad thing."
Ted burst out in laughter. Unfortunately, Greta was right, Ted would be eating his words.
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"And that's how the federal bank works," Mr. Byte exclaimed to his first period Foundations of Economics class, despite the lack of enthusiasm from the students.
"So...that's interesting how?" Ben L. Fan asked from the front row.
"I'm not sure," Mr. Byte, "maybe you should ask Principal Deezer. NOW!"
Ben moaned and strutted out of the room as he was told. Ted was bored as well, and he was parched too. He took out his pass book so he could get a drink, and had Mr. Byte sign it.
"Ted, I'll sign your pass," he said out loud, "but I'm going to ask you not to interrupt on the wonders of our money system."
"I wouldn't want to interrupt that," Ted remarked sarcastically as he walked out of the room.
*****
The water tasted kind of salty on his tongue. None the less it healed his feeling of extreme thirst.
"Ahhh," Ted sighed in relief.
He stretched and started walking back towards his class. He would've kept going if he hadn't smelled smoke.
"That's odd," Ted thought out loud.
It was coming from the men's bathroom. Dark gray smoke filtered out of the bottom. Ted walked in, to see what was happening. He coughed quite a bit as he flapped his arms around trying to clear the smoke. He saw a figure of a guy leaning up against the bathroom wall, coolly. As the smoke cleared even more, he noticed it was Thrasher! WITH A CIGARETTE!
"TRASHER," Ted screamed, "ARE YOU SMOKING?"
"No, I'm doing the boogie," he mocked, "what does it look like I'm doing, you idiot!?"
"You're the idiot," Ted yelled, "why are you smoking?
"Because that's what rebels do."
"No, that's what fools do! I hope your lungs shrivel up as soon as you walk out of this bathroom!"
"You've always been a nasty one, Ted," he remarked.
"No you've been the nasty one," Ted replied, "you're the one who won't let me talk to someone because of their clique, and now this!"
"You know, I did save your life last year," Thrasher said, puffing out smoke.
Ted fell silent for a minute, and then said, "Yes, I know. And I thank you for that, but how could you suddenly make a moronic move like this?"
"Hey, can't you just be cool with this," Thrasher asked.
"Yeah cool with it," Jay said as he walked out of a stall with a cigarette.
"YOU TOO," Ted shrieked, "you know what? Forget you guys! You guys can just forget that I was ever your friend, or in your band! Go ahead and ruin your life with your moron sticks you call a good time! Goodbye!"
He left Jay and Thrasher alone in the bathroom.
"You know," Thrasher said coolly, "I didn't want things to end up like that."
"Who cares, he talks to preps," Jay replied.
Ted poked his head in the bathroom and said, "Did I say goodbye...because I meant BADBYE!"
As Ted walked back to his class furiously, he realized something. Greta was right. He should've been careful of what he wished for.
Chapter Six - Dead Bodies and Incense
"Theodore, what took you so long in your efforts to consume some water," Mr. Byte asked.
"It's Ted, and I took long to get a drink because," Ted pondered and paused, thinking of what he would say, "I took long because I found a dead body."
That was horrible! Ted thought, as the class giggled.
"Okay, Mr. Funnypants, get back to your seat. We don't want any dead body jokes," Mr. Byte said.
As Ted strolled back to his desk, Mr. Byte got a weird look on his face. He held up his finger.
"Mr. Zeplinrochts, come here," he snapped, "I smell something quite peculiar. Smells like...smoke."
"That's crazy," Ted replied as he stood where he was next to his desk.
"I said COME HERE."
"Very well," Ted said, "but you'll find that I smell very unsmoky."
As Ted got arm's distance away from Mr. Byte, he took Ted's shirt by the collar and took a deep whiff.
"That's smoke, young man! What were you doing?"
"Getting a drink," Ted replied coolly, "I swear nothing else."
"Do not lie!"
"Okay! Okay," Ted yelled, "I was um...well...you see...I was walking down the hall, and someone had incense burning in their locker."
Greeeaaat excuse. You really nailed that one, Ted thought sarcastically.
"Nobody has incense in their locker," Mr. Byte shouted, "it is improbable. I think you were smoking! Why don't you discuss this with Principal Deezer!"
Ted pouted as he walked out with his stuff, heading towards the Principal's office. Just wait until he tells Greta about his "exciting" day.
Chapter Seven - The Perfect Card
Ted laughed loudly as he sat against the wall. He was used to being told to go talk to the Principal, and teachers always thought that he would be a good boy and go up to the Principal and say "Mr. Byte thinks I'm smoking."
It's not that hard to lie, and that's what Ted did to Mr. Byte. He didn't even go near the Principal's office! He propped himself up, seeing as how it would be a good time to go back into class and put on a good show. Before he entered the economics room again, he splashed some water from the water fountain under his eyes, to mock the appearance of tears, and he strutted in, fake sobbing.
"What happened, Theodore," Mr. Byte asked.
"Principal Deezer found all my cigarettes, and I have a detention every night this year," Ted cried.
Mr. Byte chuckled, "That's what happens when you break the rules. I'm personally glad you got busted. Now sit down."
Ted grinned in his mind as he sat down. He had put on the best show of all time. Now Mr. Byte was off of his back, and Principal Deezer had no idea that anything was going on. He was still upset about his friends (former friends) smoking, but as long as he wasn't in trouble, the world was good.
The entire class was staring at Ted until the bell rang seconds later. The class shuffled out, with Ted exiting last, feeling good about himself. Patrica stood outside.
"Ted," she whined, "how could you?"
"Look, Patrica," Ted replied, "I don't really smoke. I just said that to get Mr. Byte off my back."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Oh, I believed in you," Patrica exclaimed as wrapped Ted in a tight hug and ran away.
Ted smiled. He had just played the perfect card for everything today. But, in the history of Ted, things usually screwed up when everything was working fine. And, this situation was no exception.
*****
After school, Principal Deezer sat writing on a notebook in the teacher's lounge. Mr. Byte sat a few feet away grading papers.
"So," Mr. Byte said, making conversation, "how did you find Ted's cigarettes, you sneaky dog?"
There was a pause, Principal Deezer looked up from his notebook, and much to the confusion of Mr. Byte, he said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
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Ooh, sneaky Ted.
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And the plot thickens.
:)
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w00t.
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You're a bad boy, Theodore.
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Boy, I can feel the action rising.
I wonder how many mods and admins have actually read the story, and if they thought it was good, bad, funny, or weird.
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Wow, four chapters in one day. This is really great. Though the pudding cups remain unexplained....
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Gaspness! Ted's gonna be busted... and with only a couple of friends to bail him out, it looks bad. Really bad.
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totally sweet story dude. seriously it is the best story ive ever seen written by you, much better than those quirky stories about super hero animals, that we use to write.
if u can, try to get me in the story, maybe as a surfer dude who uses the word 'brah' way too much. good luck on the rest of the story!
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Yeah, everyone, halo_hotshot is my friend whom I met when I lived in Iowa. Now he lives in Jamaica, and I live in Canada, but I persuaded him to join the forums. Just a bit of background I guess.
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I can't wait for the next chapter! Ted is gonna get busted! Good job on thinking of four chapters in one day!
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Chapter Eight - How Many Times Must the Tables Turn?
It was before school, and students lazily strolled through the hall in groups, talking to their friends or yawning in exaustion, just like any other morning. Ted was no exception, as he was walking through the hall with Lou, yawning, and chewing on a stale pop-tart.
"Ever have a feeling like you could fall asleep walking," Ted asked.
"No," Lou replied simply.
"If you got as much sleep as I did, you would," Ted said as he yawned deeply.
"If you have enough energy, you should come after school," Lou mentioned casually.
"For what?"
"I got permission from Principal Deezer to start a kabob club," Lou answered.
"How many people would show up for a kabob club?"
"How many people WOULDN'T show up for a kabob club," Lou replied.
"Touche," Ted exclaimed.
The two walked through the halls for a few more minutes, until the intercom blared Principal Deezer's familiar voice.
"Will the following students please report to the Principal's office: Ted Zeplinrochts. That is all."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! BUSTED," Lou chimed along with about twenty other kids, mockingly.
Ted was confused. What could he be in trouble for? He strolled torwards the office, and entered.
"Do you need something, Principal Deezer?"
"Yes," he replied, "I wouldn't have called you to the office otherwise."
"So, what do you want," Ted asked.
"Well, Mr. Byte informed me of some troubling information."
Ted's heart jumped up to his throat. Mr. Byte must have asked the Principal how his detentions were going!
"How many times must the tables turn?!"
"What, Ted?"
"Er...nothing," Ted coughed, "so, what is this troubling information you speak of?"
"Well, first off, apparently you were assumed to be in office yesterday, but you decided to skip that," he replied, "secondly, it was because you smelled like smoke! What is this all about?"
It was time to tell the truth.
"I will admit one thing," Ted said, "I didn't go to your office yesterday. But that's because I didn't want to get in trouble for something I didn't do!"
"Explain," the Principal pressed.
"I'll tell you why I smelled like smoke," Ted urged, "you see, I signed a pass to go get a drink, and as I stood there slurping water, I smelled smoke coming from the bathroom. Instictively, I went in, and saw these two kids smoking! I swear to Mario!"
"Are you sure you didn't know these kids," Principal Deezer asked, with a tone that couldn't be lied to.
"Urg...yes I did," Ted admitted, "I can't lie to you. I knew them, but you can't punish them."
Ted wasn't friends with them, but he knew that Thrasher would never forgive him if he ratted him out.
"Why on earth not."
"They're my friends," Ted lied.
"Look, if you can't tell me who these kids are, then I'll have to punish you," the Principal cried.
"I have pudding cups," Ted exclaimed.
"Are you trying to bribe me with pudding cups," the Principal exclaimed.
"Yeah, and I don't actually have pudding cups," Ted laughed.
"That's getting you in even more trouble," said Principal Deezer who was now quite hungry for pudding cups, "you're going to have detentions for a long, long time, unless you tell me who these kids are!"
"Thrasher Williams and Jay Man," sighed a very guilty Ted.
"That wasn't so hard now was it," he replied, "Ted, I wasn't born yesterday, and I know how to coax students like you into telling me things. You only have four detentions now."
"What," Ted yelled, "I thought you said I would be off the hook if I told you who it was!"
"No pudding cups."
"Oh yeah."
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Poor Deezer. Maybe someone should start a pudding cup club.
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Wow, my character has become every opposite of my actual self. First off, I would never even dream of smoking. Second, I would have no problem if one of my friends hung out with a prep. Heck, I hang out with younger kids all the time. These are not complaints by the way, I actually want to see how much trouble my character can get into. This is gong to be fun to watch...I mean read. keep up the masterful work, Hyrulian.
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Hah. "I swear to Mario!"
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I hope my character doesn't smoke... Anyway, keep it up. It's getting really great.
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Awww, they'll get in trouble :(. I feel sorry for the smokers and Ted. Oh well, they must suffer the consequences.
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If I ever smoke, it will be puffing out the sugar out of those fake gum cigarettes. *runs away with Principal Deezer's pudding cups*
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My cousin thinks those candy cigarettes are bad. Isn't that kind on dumb?
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Well, they are influencing the idea of smoking...
but that's besides the point. Nice work, Hyrulian. I like how each chapter is filled with something new, and exciting.
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Ted made a good decision. Thrasher and Jay were acting like jerks, anyway. >:(
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Hah. "I swear to Mario!"
Sadly enough, I do that all the time. I refuse to swear to God.
Colin to me sounds like a showoff.
Yeah, so he pretty much fits me in real life.
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Chapter Nine - Not a Buffoon
Ted went into the detention room that afternoon. The janitor, Mr. Dayton was sitting in front of the room in his desk, watching everyone with a close eye. Since there were no open seats, Ted sat torwards the back next to what looked like a tough senior. He took some homework out of his backpack and started to work on it.
"What're you in here for," the senior whispered.
"Oh, I'm not quite sure," Ted replied honestly, "what about you."
"Beating up some geek," he muttered.
"Okay."
"This is really boring. There's never anything to do in detention."
"HEY," Janitor Dayton yelled, "YOU WITH THE MOUTH, SHUT IT!"
The senior snorted, and continued, "I wish my girlfriend was here. You got a girlfriend?"
Ted hated questions like this, but he said, "Well, not officially, but I'm really good friends with this one girl."
"Who?"
"I'm not sure if you know her, but her name is Patrica Peach," Ted nervously added.
"Know her," the senior growled, "she's my sister. I'm Mark Peach."
Ted's heart leapt to his throat just like when he was in trouble with Principal Deezer. He really hoped Mark Peach wouldn't take this too seriously, but as Ted saw him roll up his sleeves, he knew that he was in for a romping. Amazingly in the middle of class, Mark threw a powerful punch aimed right for Ted's jaw. It didn't connect though, because Ted blocked it, and clenched on to his fist with a death grip.
"What is your problem," Ted urged loudly, while trying not to let go of Mark's fist, and attracting the attention of the class.
"You're messing around with my sister, thats what's my problem," Mark clenched.
"YOU TWO UP HERE," the janitor shouted.
Mark released his fist and the two walked up to the front. Janitor Dayton slapped the two.
"GET IT TOGETHER, YOUNG MEN," he yelled, "YOU EACH HAVE TWO MORE DETENTIONS!"
"Do you ever NOT yell," Mark rudley asked.
"NO! NOT AROUND BUFFOONS LIKE YOU," Janitor Dayton replied in scream form, "NOW GO INTRODUCE YOUR HINEYS TO YOUR CHAIRS!"
The two truged back and slumped into their seats, arms crossed.
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Janitor Dayton released everyone with a scream, and detention was done. Ted marched up to the janitor.
"Janitor Dayton," he urged.
"Yes," he replied in a suprisingly quiet voice, while polishing his glasses.
"Whoa, you didn't scream that time," Ted thought out loud.
"Well Ted, frankly I don't think that you are a buffoon. You are probably in here for strange reasons," he replied.
"Yeah I didn't bring the Principal pudding cups."
"Indeed strange," the janitor answered, "now, what is that you want."
"Well, Mark Peach, the one that tried to punch me," Ted said, "is probably looking to hurt me some more in following detentions. I really don't want to be hurt, plus it would disrupt the detention room."
"You raise a good point," Janitor Dayton replied, "no more detentions."
Ted jumped in delight! He didn't know he could get off the hook this easy!
"Instead, you have after-school janitor's assistant duty."
"WHAT?"
"Well, it's where you help me clean the school. It won't take as long, it'll only take three of your afterschool days, and it won't be as boring. The only minus is that you have to wait until I've finished watching the detention kids."
Ted pondered this in his head for a moment and said, "Okay, I think I'd rather be a junior janitor."
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After that little discussion, Ted decided to visit Lou's club.
"Teddy! Glad you could show up for Kabob Club," Lou exclaimed, terriaki sauce covering his face from his Chinese kabob, "but we're almost over."
Ted looked around in amazement there were over fifty kids! Ted had underestimated the power of the kabob.
"What took you so long," Greta asked, as she chewed on a fruit kabob.
Ted laughed as he picked up a chicken kabob, "I've been assigned a duty of doody."
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Ted laughed as he picked up a chicken kabob, "I've been assigned a duty of doody."
Ah, there's nothing better than a terrible pun. Especially in a great story like this!
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I hope Patricia finds out about Mark's unneccessary grudge against Ted. Maybe she can talk some sense into him.
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Mark Peach. Oh Lord.
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Ha ha, Ted had better watch who's sister he's messing with. This should be good. This guy is a great storyteller. I like how my character couldn't be further off the mark than myself in real life.
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Kabobs 4eva. I'm honored to be the leader of such an awesome club. Goshness, it's so cool.
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"What took you so long," Greta asked, as she chewed on a fruit kabob.
Yummy, fruit!
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*chews on a sushie kabob* this has been my favorite chapter!
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*takes bites out of cheeseball kabob* Yummy! Great chappie!
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I'll stick with Principal Dee...I mean, my pudding cups.
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Haha! *pulls out pudding cup kabob* the ultimate combination!
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Chapter Ten - Rotten Yoshi Egg
It was a gorgeous morning to be walking to school. Ted smiled and faced the sun in delight. Things were good now, because his life was back to normal. He didn't care if some of his old friends happen to smoke. He was completely off the hook except for a few junior janitor duties. He felt like skipping all the way to school.
"Hey It's the stupid sophomore," yelled Fuzzy as he jumped out of a tree onto the ground.
"Fuzzy," Ted exclaimed, "haven't seen you since the first day of school!"
"Well DUH," he shouted, "speaking of school. I'll RACE you too it!"
"No, that's a dumb first grader thing," Ted groaned.
"SCAREDY CAT," Fuzzy yelled.
Ted smiled at Fuzzy and replied, "Oh what the heck! Last one there is a rotten Yoshi egg."
Fuzzy dashed off as fast as a kid his size could manage, while Ted sprinted at top speed. He felt like he was in Mushroom Elementary again. Ted was blocks ahead of him, and then thought of what it would be like when you're that age. He pulled back and let Fuzzy go ahead of him, pretending that he had hurt his ankle.
"Ha ha, you're like a slug," Fuzzy laughed.
A few minutes later, Fuzzy finally reached the side of the school and hit it trimuphantly.
"In your face, ugly butt," he screamed.
"I get a rematch tommorow," Ted chuckled.
"Don't count on winning, slow poke," Fuzzy exclaimed.
Ted laughed as he entered the school. He strolled through the halls reminicing on how well things had turned up from his long plan to avoid punishment. When he reached his locker he stuffed his backpack in, and pulled some books out just like any morning, and as he slammed it shut he noticed Sushie Boy standing there.
"AH," Ted yelled, scared by the sudden appearance of the foreign exchange student.
"HEY YOU STONER BOY," Sushie Boy yelled.
"What," Ted whispered in confusion, "I'm no stoner."
"WHOLE SCHOOL SAY SO," he said in a loud foreign accent, "YOU ADMIT IN CLASS!"
Ted thought back to yesterday. He thought to when he had walked into the Foundations of Economics room pretending that he had bee caught with cigarettes. Maybe not the smartest move.
"Dangit," Ted yelled out loud.
He ran off, leaving Sushie Boy confused. He ran through the halls looking for one of his friends. He saw Lou standing off to the side with Mage. As he approached, Mage walked away in disgust, but Lou stayed of course.
"Lou, did anyone tell you that I smoke," Ted asked.
"Oh yeah," Lou replied, "the whole school knows. How could you, man?"
"I DON'T," Ted yelled, and then he explained the whole story.
Twenty minutes later, Lou stood there stunned, mouth open, and said, "Does this have anything to do with kabobs?"
"NO," Ted screamed.
"Ohhhhh, it all makes sense now," Lou replied, "I'm not really suprised that Thrasher and Jay Man smoke. They've been acting a lot different lately. Last year, they wouldn't have hated you for talking to preps."
"That's true," Ted noticed.
"But you can't quit Poison Mushroom Academy," Lou pressed, "you guys were going to go big!"
"I'm not working with those two smokers," Ted replied, "besides my reputation is ruined now. Now I look like a junkie!"
"Being a junior janitor won't help either."
"Oh shut up!"
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Junkie and being a janitor. I gotta see the next chap.
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Now Ted has to clear his name! How will ted escape out of a hole he created? find out next!
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*eats a chocolate kabob*
Keep writing! I know I shouldn't talk with my mouth full, but... I just finished. :D
*eats a chicken kabob*
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I was going to say chocolate kabob earlier, but I'll stick with this *eats a choco-variety ice cream kabob* Taste the chocolate, choc. chips, brownie, choc. ice cream cake, fudge, and choc. syrup!
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This kabob joke is getting out of hand. Oh well. *eats a kabob made of fries*
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*eats a Nega-kabob* Uh-oh... *morphs into Fehc Eht* Me not like story. It am worst story ever written. Me not care about Ted's next move.
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Messages sure spread quickly in Fungi High.
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yeah, this story is popular *takes a bite out of the pudding cup kabob*
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*takes a bite out of shoe kabob*
It's really chewy...
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More like shoey. XD XD XD *laughs at own joke*
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Ha. I'm watching the Simpsons, and there's kabobs in this episode.
Anyways, almost done with Chapter Eleven. Should have it done by around 9 or 10 tonight. It involves Ted trying to get his reputation back, and Cheffers returns with more of a role.
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Chapter Eleven - Behind the Sneeze Guard
Ted needed help to get his reputation back. He needed to go to someone with book and street smarts. He needed to go to someone with honor, dignity, and pride. He needed someone like...
"Cheffers," Ted said from across the sneeze guard, "I need help."
"I'm here to help the hungry children," he replied, "come on around."
Ted ran around and back behind the sneeze guard and sat down across from Cheffers.
"What'cha need, boy," Cheffers asked.
Ted explained the whole thing right up until how he needed to get his reputation back.
"You need yo reputation back," he yelled, "that's what I'm born to do! Bring back reputations!"
"Really?"
"Really really," Cheffers exclaimed, "now, how are we going to do this? You in sports?"
"Yeah," Ted replied casually, "I do wrestling. Last year I went state."
"State? That all you can do?"
"Well it is pretty impressive."
"I'm going to make you so impressive that ladies will be throwin' their numbers at you," Cheffers laughed.
"How?"
"Come with me," Cheffers said, and motioned torwards a freezer in the back.
Ted walked in, followed by the large chef. There was a frozen turkey hanging from the cieling. Ted stared at it in confusion.
"This begins your training," Cheffers exclaimed.
"Training?" Ted asked.
"You know it," Cheffers yelled, "we're going to make you the burliest wrestler known to Fungi High. No go and punch that turkey a bit."
He threw Ted a few boxing gloves.
He slipped them on, confused, and waddled up to the frozen turkey. He muttered, "You mean, like a punching bag?"
"Yeah," Cheffers said, "couldn't afford a real one."
Ted lifted his fist half heartedly, and started hitting it softly.
"C'mon boy," Cheffer shouted, "put some muscle into it!"
"Okay," Ted said.
He wasn't much of a violent person, but he imagined the turkey as Thrasher's head. It was a mean idea. But he needed a reason to hurt this turkey. Ted drew back his fist and thrusted it forward at inhumane speeds. The turkey flew off the string it was on, and flew against the wall, shattering into a thousand pieces.
"I feel like Rocky himself," Ted exclaimed.
"There you go, boy," Cheffers exclaimed, "now use that kind of strength in your wrestling match! Now twenty push-ups!"
"You reward me with push-ups?" Ted asked, bewildered.
"Hey! In 1977, when I was a young boy, I'd do anything for twenty push-ups," Cheffers laughed.
"Sure, whatever," Ted said.
This was the beggining of the buffing of Ted. He felt like Cheffers was going to make this a very good wrestling year.
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I think it is funny that you make The Chef an adult, and a real chef, for that matter.
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A BUFF Ted? Can't wait!
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Wow. Back in 1977, when push-ups were as good as gold! :O
I can't help but picture Cheffers as Chef, from South Park.
*shrugs*
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lol, same. That funny show has invaded my mind. :o
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Luckily, I never watched that show.
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I love the Rocky reference. Punchin' up the ol' meat is a classic scene from that movie. I wonder if Jay Man would be stupid enough to mess with Ted now?
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Ted is like Little Mac, and I'm playing the Doc Louis role. XD
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I can't help but picture Cheffers as Chef, from South Park.
*shrugs*
Me too.
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Hey thanks Hyrulian for putting my character in the story! Hes just like me! And on my birthday too. Sorry I haven't posted in a while but just remember that I'm still here. This story rocks!
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What happened to Hyrulian? I thought this story was going to remain active. (https://themushroomkingdom.net/board/proxy.php?request=http%3A%2F%2Fthemushroomkingdom.net%2Fboard%2FSmileys%2Fdefault%2Fcry.gif&hash=8fd01bc68c627d960935f230257310fd)
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I was just gone for a week in Door County, Wisconsin, away from most technology. Well, now I'm back, and will post a new chapter in a day or two. I must admit that I'm also working on a side story, that isn't about Fungi High, but I find it a relaxing departure.
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A day or two? It's mid August!
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Note the date of the post. Curiously, Hyrulian was around to make this (http://themushroomkingdom.net/board/index.php?topic=9659.0) topic. I wonder what happened...
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Mabye he forgot about us....
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Bah. I wouldn't forget you guys. I'm just having writer's block, and have lots of other interests that are more temping than finishing Fungi High. I will finish it, but just give it a while. The story needs to be just-so.
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I know exactly what your talking about. I get that all the time.
Inspiration can be hard to come by, or, perhaps even worse, extremely easy.
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I know exactly what your talking about. I get that all the time.
Inspiration can be hard to come by, or, perhaps even worse, extremely easy.
Ditto. I once had 5 stories that I was writing, all about different things starring different characters. I finally just decided to narrow it down to two projects: My original character novel, and Revenge of Luigi. Speaking of which, I will try and have a new chapter posted by tomorrow, hopefully.
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NOTICE: The new chapters of Fungi High will involve various crude humor, drug references, mild sexual situations, and some language. I thought if I took these out, it would take away from the whole climate of the new Fungi High.
This is part two of Ted's Sophomore year. You are entered a deeper and darker tale of Ted. He has changed very much, probably for the worse, but the way I see it, this will make you root for him to change back to a cheery, normal goody-two-shoes. This first chapter doesn't involve many of the usual characters, it just deals with Ted's changes. Please enjoy.
Chapter One: Changed
A vast majority of the students used study hall to their advantage, burning their pencils away on homework, essays, worksheets, and the occasional report. Fungi High School was known for its hard workers, and high grades. These teenagers, who wrote until their fingers were numb, sat mostly to the front of the classroom. These were the geniuses, nerds, the dorks, the geeks, the stressed kids whose parents would flip without a perfect GPA, or the normies who simply just wanted a decent report card.
In the middle of the study hall room, there was a cluster of another breed. It was a flock of confident preps, jocks, and other popular boys and girls who had faces of pleasant symmetry and bodies of perfection. They were usually found throwing various objects at the students in the front of the classroom, text messaging on nice cell phones, discussing sports events, or listening to their favorite rap or country groups. Most wondered how these airheads got decent grades; probably rich parents bribing the teachers.
Study hall wasn?t just for grade "A" students and preps. towards the back of the classroom sat the students who weren?t working on their homework; the ones who mostly didn?t care about the institution known as high school. It was a mixed nut variety of rebels, stoners, outcasts, rejects, goths, punks, scene kids, and flat-out jokes.
One depressed young man from the back of the room, was slumped over his desk. His shaggy brown hair hung over his eyes, which were red and glossy from drug experimentation. He wore an old tattered Smashing Pumpkins tee shirt, and a gray flannel shirt, that hung over his callused fingers. They were bloody and batched from the hours and hours he spent on his guitar. His studded belt held up his baggy, ripped up blue jeans, which hung over two black converses.
"Ted," shouted the overweight teacher from the front of the room, "this isn't naptime!"
"Go to hell, I'm not sleeping."
"If I'm going to hell, then you?re going to the office" the teacher screeched.
Ted chuckled and stood up from his slumped position on the desk. He exchanged looks with Thrasher, who was on the other side of the room. Thrasher gave him the "rock on" hand gesture as he coolly slid out of the room.
He walked through the empty halls. Yes, he knew that he was a changed man. Earlier this year, he was a good little boy, but he had been morphed by personal experience; very bad personal experiences. He passed Lou E. G. Simpson in the hall. Lou looked away sadly. He couldn?t accept the new, more anarchistic Ted, who fed on rebellion. Ted rolled his eyes and moved on, he was who he wanted to be, and he had reason to be so abnormal. It was very bad personal experiences.
Ted didn?t go to the office, he just went off and spent a little while outside, throwing rocks at various cars that would pass by the school. It was better than a lecture from Principal Deezer. He was going to skip the next period anyway, so the way he saw it, this just added more free time for him.
After a few more minutes of jolly rock-throwing, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Lou. Ted raised an eyebrow. This kid hadn't talked to him for a long time.
"What made you change?"
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Wow. Was it the pudding? Or the kabobs?
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The whole FF is like "What The Sushie?" This is way too diffrent, but I like it!
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Congratulations.
You have captured my character perfectly. Have a cookie. :)
Anyway, it's good that Ted is Thrasher's friend again, but... then again, it may be not so good (and Lou isn't his friend anymore? D:<). I wonder what happened to Patricia Peach? :O
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Hmm, an intresting change, I'll be looking forward to the rest! *Hopes his character comes back in the next part*
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Hmmmm, yes, Patricia, what ever happened to her, but most importantly, what happened to me?? I'm not sure if all the more mature details will be allowed.
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Yeah, I wonder what happened to my character? How wasted he must be right now.
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Great to have you back, Hyrulian.
Great to have this story back In the Light as well. I had almost forgot about it, but it would occasionally pop back into my head. I've read it, and I have to say, it has captured my interest once again. I very much anticipate the next installment. Still, welcome back to the Fungi Forums!
Did you catch the Zeppelin referrence, and this spoiler tag?
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Hmmmm, Can I have a hint?
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"In the light" was the Zeppelin ref.
Well, next chapter, everything will be revealed; how everyone's characters are doing, why Ted has changed, etc.
Sorry for the sudden darkness of the story, I felt like blowing some minds.
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Wow is all I can say. Ted has really changed. Oh yeah: Welcome back Hyrulian! I'm still shocked that the drugged up one is Ted.
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Yeah, it's amazing how a character can change on a dime. Like in "Revenge of Luigi" where Luigi goes from being "just the other Mario brother" to the main man.
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Yeah, or like a simple trunk of wood can transform into the paper you use to clean yourself. (unless, if someone does it for you)
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Chapter Two: Explained
During a long silence, rain started to trickle on the high school as a large dark cloud slowly passed over head. Ted looked at Lou quizzically.
?Well, I changed for lots of reasons. Do you know a girl by the name of Patricia Peach??
?Duh,? Lou snarled, ?you always used to talk about her when you weren?t a [darn] pothead.?
?Hey,? Ted hushed, ?not cool. Anyway, Patricia left me for some preppy dreamboat.?
?Is that when you started changing,? Lou asked.
?Not even,? Ted replied, ?I was just a bit depressed. It would take a lot more to put me in the state I am now. A few weeks later, I left for the finals for wrestling. I had a smile on my face and high expectations in my mind. I was crushed in the first round, and lost my dreams of competitive sports in general.?
?Is that when you went bananas,? Lou questioned.
?Bananas,? Ted laughed, ?that?s what you?re calling it. Go through what I have, and you wouldn?t be calling it that. And to answer your question, I?m going to say no. I was still a slightly jolly kid, still hanging out with you, still getting decent grades, and still staying out of trouble. It wasn?t until I walked into my Mom passed out in her bedroom, face collapsed in fine lines of cocaine, when I started really losing my mind.?
?Ouch.?
?Ouch indeed, amigo,? Ted chuckled.
?I?m not your amigo,? Lou choked.
?Yes I know you?re not. You disowned me when you found out about my dirty little secret,? Ted exploded.
?I don?t associate with those who ruin their lives,? Lou replied hotly.
?BACK TO THE STORY,? Ted shouted, ?I started losing my focus in school, I started listening to heavier music, I started dressing in drab dark clothes, I started experimenting with narcotics, blah, blah, blah. And it?s all because of this stress I was having. Trust me I really want to be your friend, and I?ll stop doing bad things, if you really want me to. It?s just all so??
?Want one??
?You interrupted my heartfelt story! How dare you! Wait, want one what??
Lou was holding out a kabob to Ted. Ted stared at it, as the rain fell on their foreheads. Lou?s face was hard to read, but it looked like he was serious. Ted?s face split into an ear to ear smile.
?Would I give up a kabob from you??
The two ate kabobs for a while and then ran inside, rain pounding to the ground. Ted and Lou might end up friends again.
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NOTICE: Ignore the numerous question marks in the post above; they should be punctuation marks, and I have no idea why they changed.
Also ignore the fact that this is a double post.
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Great to have you back, man, I can't belive that Ted's mom is also on drugs, she looked pretty nice with the two, three lines she had.
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NOTICE: Ignore the numerous question marks in the post above; they should be punctuation marks, and I have no idea why they changed.
Also ignore the fact that this is a double post.
When I posted the new chap of my fanfic, it did the same thing. I had to go through the ENTIRE thing and change it.
This story is rather suprising. Well, on with it!
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Also ignore the fact that this is a double post.
Sorry, can't do that.
BAN BAN BAN BANNNN!
Oh, and interesting chapter. Go kabobs! :D
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Welcome back, Hyrulian. :D
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The kabobs don't seem like they would be very good in the rain.
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They never noticed, Ted was sniffing white powder, and Lou was pondering about that night's episode of Star Trek.
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Uh... wow. Sorry about this mods, but why has this happened? Maybe this "Super Bump" will revive the topic. Maybe it will get me banned, but wow. Either I did this in vain, because the story is over, or I did it for a very good reason, to bring back, (And poissibly wind up) The greatest story ever. Sure, I havent read it for like, a year. Sure, my character went super bad (Yay?), Sure I may get banned... But Hyrulian, If you are gone from the fourms, than I suppose we have a GREAT writter, a NEW writter, and someone who has been supporting this story since the beginning. We need someone to finish the story! FOR FUNGI HIGH!!
(Please don't ban me.)
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Wait, you can get banned just for bumping ONE topic, and not like just a pointless bump? Even if the topic isn't a year old?
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We must all continue the story ourselves! And then we'll do something stupid and ruin it! But not me, I got my own fic to worry about.
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Don't ask me to help. My fanfiction is weird enough. :)
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Ugh... At least I haven't been banned yet, but are you telling me you'll just leave Ted on drugs and go away?! >.< I can't rebuild the story either... We need a good writer... *thinks* Uh... *thinks* Uhhh... *thinks* Hrmmm... Nothing!
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I can lend ideas, but unless we get desperate that's the most I feel comfortable doing.
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We must all continue the story ourselves! And then we'll do something stupid and ruin it! But not me, I got my own fic to worry about.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.............no. Only Hyrulian should be able to keep this legacy going. Even if he doesn't return, then make a separate topic or something.
How coincidental: I was just thinking of this topic about an hour ago. I really do wish it'd be finished/continued. Plus, Hyrulian was an A Class member. Wish You Were Here, Hyrulian (if you listen to them.)
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*Masher101 walks in pushing a large statue of a Koopa*
"Hurrghhh! Here... I made this last night." He said, pointing to what was engraved at the bottem...
"This statue is dedicated to Hyrulian. For creating the greatest story of our time. May his legend live on. And may the stories that he wrote remain to be read over and over."
Sad isn't it? But yeah, I'm sure one day Hyrulian may come back and finish the story. So then we can destroy this statue and have a Toga party. TOGA, TOGA, TOGA, TOGA!
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Uh... wow. Sorry about this mods, but why has this happened? Maybe this "Super Bump" will revive the topic. Maybe it will get me banned, but wow. Either I did this in vain, because the story is over, or I did it for a very good reason, to bring back, (And poissibly wind up) The greatest story ever. Sure, I havent read it for like, a year. Sure, my character went super bad (Yay?), Sure I may get banned... But Hyrulian, If you are gone from the fourms, than I suppose we have a GREAT writter, a NEW writter, and someone who has been supporting this story since the beginning. We need someone to finish the story! FOR FUNGI HIGH!!
(Please don't ban me.)
Marioluigifan has bumped about 20 topics and hasn't gotten banned yet.
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Alright, good. This is my first MAJOR bump (A year or over, I think.) Just hoping everyone isn't too strict around here *shifts eyes suspisiosly*
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Nah, that is just because TC hasn't come here and compained yet :P.
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Oh. XD! Alright, but back to the problem. I guess we can incase the story in some sort of time capsule so that if Hyrulian will be back, he can see it.
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I'm going to start this story up again soon (for those of you who are severely uninformed, I'm Hyrulian back from the dead). I'll probably start sophomore year over again, because I'm not liking the direction the story was going.
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WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHT?
Proof that you're Hyrulian. You'll get the next sentence...
"Man, Hyrulian coming back would be like seeing a Black Dog eat a Rover."
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Well...uh...Black Dog's a Led Zeppelin song.
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So is The Rover. Point?
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You asking me? Or him?
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Definitely not you.
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Fungi High lives? Wow.
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Yes it does. Here's the new beginning to sophomore year (however short, it's meaningful). The other version was too dark. Darkness can wait for senior year or something. Without further ado...
Epilogue - Summer
Summer shone. Summer shimmered. However, summer ended. It was the last day of summer; Ted’s pale hands clutched his cement curb. His slightly shaggy brown hair stuck out at different angles, giving him a very vagrant look. He was a happy boy though. He had an exhausting summer of romance, of intrigue, of general excitement. Ted’s tall, yet skinny torso was clothed in a colorful sweater (even in the summer heat), his equally skinny legs clothed in grass-stained blue jeans. Ted thought that grass stains were a sign of personality.
This summer treated Ted right. If only this school year could do the same thing.
A kabob flew out of the air, stabbed straight into Ted’s arm and quivered for a bit on the spot. Blood trickled out the protrusion.
“Ready for tomorrow, Teddy?”
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Ouch, ouch! Stabbed with kabobs? :D
Great to see Fungi High back and with a new beginning! :D
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Starting over again? Good, maybe my character won't turn out to be a jerk this time around...or did I like it better that way...hmm...
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And mabey mine won't be a nerd.
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I have prepared another chapter! It's longer this time. Sorry that I didn't mention any other characters in the first chapter, but a few favorites are back in this one.
WARNING: This chapter contains drug use and mild language
Chapter One – White Lines and White Lies
El Lavador sat on the grimy school toilet, and stuck a brawny hand into his front pocket. He pulled out a small back of cocaine. He tapped a fine line of the substance onto the surface of the toilet paper dispenser and lowered his nose down to the cold metal. After a quick snort, he was ready for the first day of his senior year at Fungi High; the beginning of the end.
He stumbled out the bathroom, his life’s VCR stuck on fast forward. His head cocked to the side and back again, his fingers slid around in his palms rapidly. After contemplating what to do next, he skidded down the hall, clutching his face. El Lavador grinned. Euphoria was feasting on his already worthless brain.
At the front door of the school, he spotted Ted strolling in with what appeared to be a particularly gabby Patricia Peach.
“Halt, you fish-men,” El Lavador exclaimed.
“What the hell,” Ted muttered, “what do you think is about, Patricia?”
“Hmm,” Patricia mused, “either first day nerves or chronic use of an incredibly dangerous stimulant.”
Ted and Patricia laughed heartily as they pushed past Lavador, leaving his stoned and confused. Nobody was afraid of Lavador anymore. He had become a blatantly laughable cokehead.
“Wow,” Ted giggled, “I used to be scared of him. Good thing he loves white rabbit.”
“No joke,” Patricia agreed.
The two students basked in silence for a few seconds and then made eye contact. They both looked away and blushed. The romance and intrigue of Ted’s summer was involved with her, and after some unpleasantness, they hadn’t talked for a while. This was their first shared conversation in a few weeks. He was surprised she even forgave him. After a few more minutes of discomfort, Ted muttered something about having to get to his locker and sped off.
Ted found Jay about halfway down the hall.
“Jay, you won’t believe how awkward it is between me and Patricia.”
“I probably will believe it. Stuff did go down this summer, you know.”
Ted gazed at him and grumbled, “Of course I know. It dealt with me, you mongoloid.”
“Well, Ted,” Jay grinned, “you don’t go out with a girl and then make out with their best friend.”
Ted smiled very serenely and said, “It was all temptation. I feel terrible, but it was all temptation.”
Linoleum shone under the continually strolling sneakers of these two friends, as they relived moments of their bittersweet vacation. Ted felt remorse, and joy; regret, and glee. Yet, possibilities were silently screaming at Ted all around him; for he was absolutely positive that this would be another epic year at Fungi High.
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I'm aware of the fact that this is a double post, but...
I NEED HELP REMEMBERING CHARACTERS!
If anyone has some favorite characters they'd like to see come back, then let me know. I've completely forgot most of the storyline as well. Anyway, whenever you post some character suggestions, make sure you include some stuff they did in the past series, so I remember.
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Ooh, this looks to be interesting.
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Couldn't you just go back and read the story you posted? Then maybe make a new topic for a fresh start?
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Nah. I gotta keep it on the same topic, for the sake of history. As for rereading...I've pretty much got it down, I remember a lot more now.
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Hehe, he made out with her best friend. Great going :D
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So, El Lavador's a cokehead...that's NOTHING compared the secret revealed in this next chapter. Prepare yourselves, you readers!
Chapter Two – Some Place Named Hyrule
Ted scanned his world history class for friends. He recognized Bud Wig, who over the summer had supposedly vandalized the Fungi Town capitol building and paid the time. He also saw Yo Lyngrio, El Lavador’s sophomore apprentice, who was just as much of a cokehead as his overlord. He also spotted Kay Hold, who he had a crush on the previous year. Jay was also in the class, luckily, and Ted had obviously already spotted him. They sat together towards the back.
“What do you think world history will be like, Ted?”
“I don’t know,” Ted replied honestly, “I’m just glad we aren’t learning about the Mushroom Kingdom anymore. I know enough about Mario’s impact on our society for my head to explode!”
“I bet we’ll learn about some cool places.”
“Be quiet,” Mr. L. Son announced, “welcome to world history. We will be breaking across Mushroom borders to learn about lands you may or may not have heard of before.”
Some students fidgeted.
“Take some notes,” Mr. L. Son commanded, “I will be lecturing about Hyrule, a land almost completely across the globe from us, even though it's just islands now.”
The next hour Ted was captivated from stories about a hero of time, and some evil man named Gannondorf. He learned about tribes such as the Zoras and Dekus who inhabited different parts of Hyrule.
After all this amazement Mr. L. Son said, “Bell should be ringing in a few minutes, tomorrow we will continue and learn about the hero of winds.”
“That was cool,” exclaimed Ted, “let’s go, Jay.”
But Jay sat their motionless. His eyes read of confusion and wonder.
“Jay,” Ted pressed, “what on earth is wrong?”
“Link,” Jay whispered, “my Grandmother always talks about him. She says we’re decendants.”
Ted mused, “that means you’re…you’re Hyrulian!”
“Yeah, but it never meant anything to me when my parents told me. And that sword…”
“You mean the Master Sword?”
“It’s up in our attic.”
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Well this is very nice! First seeing this story and its author coming back to the limelight (hah, I didn't use the Zeppelin reference this time), and now an interesting mixing of worlds. Very clever. Glad to be reading it again!
Oh, and you mentioned characters. Well, my character was Vincent Melee, and then Mushroom Mage (Kojinka), Thrasher (?), and Jay (Jman) were part of the Poison Mushroom Academy. Seeing the band back together would be great! And, funny thing. Now I'm a guitarist/bassist hybrid in real life, and started as the bassist for PMA. Anyways, try to get the band to perform sometime. I bet you could make some kind of interesting plot twist come of that.
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Thrasher = Masher101, fyi.
Heh, I had to reread the "You're Hyrulian" part... I thought you were referencing yourself! Still, that's quite the plot twist, and one I didn't see coming. Keep up the good work!
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Wow...so I'm related to the Hero of Time?
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Golly, I am rolling out these chapters like never before! After this one we're off the Zelda theme. But I didn't just bring it up for no reason, it might come back at the end...possibly...FORESHADOW.
Chapter Three – Some Place Named Hyrule Pt. 2After the first day of antagonizing stress, Ted felt it was nice to have a friend by his side. Jay and Ted were walking in the blistering late-August heat to Jay’s house. Ted was about to lay eyes on the Master Sword itself!
“Here it is,” Jay crooned as they approached a large brick house.
Jay swung open the door and walked in. The household’s air was masked with the smells of warm food. It smelled delicious.
“Who’s there?!”
“Mother, it’s just me and a friend,” Jay replied.
“Is it one of those wretched Mushroom types?”
“Mother, we’ve lived here for a few years now. Haven’t you got used to the people here?”
“Heavens me, no,” screeched a short, pudgy, foreign-looking lady who waddled out of what appeared to be the kitchen, “you can’t trust these barbarians. All they do is lie and cheat!”
She stopped in her tracks and gave Ted a nasty look.
“We’re going to go study,” Jay said uncertainly, and tugged on Ted’s arm as they flew up the stairs.
Once they were upstairs and out of earshot, Jay muttered, “we’re not really going to study, it’s just that my mother would resent the fact that a ‘Mushroom type’ was in the presence of her heirloom.”
They were in the upstairs hallway. A small cord hung down from the ceiling. Jay tugged it and a ladder descended. The stench of antiques and forgotten memories wafted unto Jay and Ted’s unwilling noses. Jay silently motioned Ted up.
“I was wondering,” Ted whispered as they reached the attic landing, “why were you so stunned today in world history when you have a constant reminder of your heritage, your mom, always screaming in your ear?”
“I’ve programmed her out,” Jay said simply.
They approached a dusty display surrounded by ancient cushions, probably for viewing. There it lay, in all of its splendor. There was the gleaming metal, the violet handle, and a certain aura of power that intoxicated both Ted and Jay.
“Do you think this will be a good year?” Ted asked hazily, overcome by his amazement.
“I think it will be a good year, Ted.”
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Good good good! Keep 'em coming!
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Great! Keep at it!
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So, after a triumph comeback, Ambulance Y has quit the story again? Come on, man, make it happen! Reading this story always gives me a boost after a hard day at high school.
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I never gave up again! It's been like a week. I've been meaning to get on it. After the many times I've left this story I don't think I should again.
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Here's a new (slightly short) new chapter.
Chapter Four – Lavador’s Bag
It had been weeks since Ted’s discovery of Jay’s secret ancestry. The late summer had molded into the early fall, and a chill had blanketed over Fungi Town. For Ted, school had been consistently normal, until a particularly eventful October morning.
Ted and Patricia sat against the cold lockers. They were giggling.
“You really should do it,” Patricia snorted, “I’d make my day.”
“Here he is,” Ted chortled, “and here I go”
Patricia watched as El Lavador stumbled into the main foyer of Fungi High, and Ted pushed himself off the ground. Ted briskly walked over and plunged his hand into the pocket of El Lavador’s baggy jacket. Luckily, his fingers closed around a small bag, which he hoped would have happened. He yanked his hang out, stared into Lavador’s confused face and shouted, “Baby lost his dope!”
Ted grinned and skipped across the foyer, clutching the dimebag in his hand.
“Baby lost his dooope! Baby lost his dooope!”
El Lavador still stood there confused, probably due to the fact that he was zonked out of his skull. And Ted was having the laughing fit of his life. He continued skipping. Skip, skip, skip, right into a large barrier that he was unaware of.
Ted simply heard and felt the smack of flesh on flesh and looked up, into the glaring eyes of the principal.
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Quick! Get some pudding cups, Ted!
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Ooh, every character, especially Ted, in history always has times of bad timing. Poor Ted; he probably won't be able to explain himself.
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Oh... no. While it does look good that Ted & Patricia are friends, I wouldn't want to be Ted right now...
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Where art thou, Ambulance Y? Hopefully the coming Winter Break will bring new chapters of Fungi High!
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Well, It's nice to see that my character is still included, even though he is a drug addict.
Oh well it's still a great story, but it drives me crazy hearing of Ted running into trouble at every corner =O
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Please continue! I await Principal Deezer's response!
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can you please add me, megamush, to your story? If you do, Thank You, and I think this story is great. If you don't, I hate this story!
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Oh wow, dude.
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Santa is going to have one less person's house to stop by tonight...
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Man its been a long time since I was last on here I bet known of you remember me. I cant believe this has servived (know I spelt that incorrectly) this long
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I recall your number. And it's not really surviving anymore; Ambulance Y hasn't come to update it in awhile now, but he's free to do whatever he wants, you know.
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Well thats cool I guess. Im sure he will come back man I have missed alot. Its been 2 years since I last posted. I'm writing this for Ambulence Y do you remember Leo Tev It would be cool if he had a spot in the story again. You dont have to if you dont want too. But this was the first Fan Fic I looked for when I got on here. ITS JUST SO AWESOME. You can make him however you want but he was the paranoid guy. anyways thanks for listening.
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I have a bad, awful, terrible habit of leaving TMK for long periods of time. I can't say whether I will finish up sophomore year, or continue the story at all, but it seems like it would be an awful waste if I did. I'm considering continuing.
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If you can't remember last chapter, considering that was eons ago, Ted got caught with El Lavador's bag of cocaine. He had no intention of using it; he was playing a practical joke! Now here are the results, and see if you can pick up on some TMK references I make.
Chapter 5 – Drugs
The Poison Mushroom Rehabilitation Center sat in on the edge of the medical district of Fungitown. The PMRC specialized in drug recovery and AA meetings (with free refreshments). Dr. Anne Undershell, a nervous and well-to-do koopa lady, was in charge of all incoming drug abuse patients and tried to treat them all with respect and care. On a frigidly cold late October morning she sat in a bright conference room, waiting for a young man named Ted. Ted came in.
“Hello, Theodore,” Dr. Undershell exclaimed at the sight of the disgruntled looking boy, “take a seat.”
Ted silently took a seat at a shaky plastic chair across a shaky plastic table from Dr. Undershell.
“Now Ted, you were found with a bag of cocaine at very own Fungi High School last week. I’m afraid that the use of a nasty stimulant will land you right in an ambulance.”
“Ambulance! Why?!”
“Because it’s a very powerful stimulant with the power to kill,” Dr. Undershell snapped.
“Eh, I’m sorry. I know it’s dangerous; I’m just a little bit fussy about being here,” Ted sighed.
“You shouldn’t be. We’re trying to help you.”
“Well lady, the police squad has heard my spiel. Apparently I’m delusional for believing that the cocaine isn’t mine.”
“That would be very delusional indeed. Maybe that’s the large doses of cocaine affecting your logic. Why don’t we just pretend we didn’t hear that and move on?” Dr. Undershell said as she sorted some papers, “Now, let’s begin with our first habit-breaking exercise.”
Ted watched as the old koopa bent down beneath the table, fumbling for something. She peeked at Ted mysteriously and then fluidly set down
a large bag of white powder on the desk.
“Ted, just look at the cocaine,” Dr. Undershell whispered, “don’t jump across the table to snort it all up your dirty nose; just look at it. You want it don’t you, you sick freak. Now, you can’t have it anymore, and if it takes the entire staff of the Poison Mushroom Rehabilitation Center to stop you, then so be it.”
Ted sat smugly and solidly and said, “I couldn’t want that cocaine less.”
“Oh,” Dr. Undershell whimpered nervously, “it’s only powdered sugar anyway.”
After a long pause, Ted crossed his arms and grinned at Dr. Undershell. She stood up and waved him to the door. They walked through the shiny halls of the PMRC and Ted looked into the rooms. He saw screams and shouts and nervous jittering – he was doing better than those guys. Ted’s thoughts wondered to Patricia and Jay and his other friends. What would El Lavador think about Ted now? Would Principal Deezer and the rest of the administration take him seriously again? He was sure that some of the girls at Fungi High might take him seriously now. They liked a bad boy, maybe he'd be a super heartthrob now.
Interrupting his pondering, Dr. Undershell stopped in front of a room, “You’ll be staying a few nights in here. This is ward 117. Step inside.”
Lying on the ground was Ted’s new roommate. He had wide shiny eyes under a mat of long greasy hair and rocked back and forth in a fetal position. He even spotted a little spittle on the ground next this man’s mouth. It was a disgusting sight to say the very least.
“This is Frank, but we call him ‘The Turtle Kid’,” Dr. Undershell explained, “his brain is so mushy from LSD, he thinks he’s a turtle!”
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Even I think it's time to let this story die.
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Hey man, I'm just writing for my own benefit. You don't have to read it. Plus I had that Turtle Kid idea for a while and wanted to get it out.
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I'm not a junkie!!!
But seriously, that part made me lol.
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Whatever, I felt like another chapter just to cure this boring day. But Max Vance has taught me that what was once gold cannot always shimmer (quote me on that), and that maybe I can release my creativity in other ways such as decorating a homeless man in tinsel or singing the Albanian national anthem while punching a kitten. There are always different outlets, but this is one story that I loved to write and loved to share with my fellow man. Too bad it couldn't have ended with an epic conclusion, like Ted dying, but that's probably not called for.
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?! I wasted about 2 hours worth of reading the Epic-ness of Fungi High (which I am now STILL waiting for a High School Musical reference) just to have it die!
OBJECTION! (Sorry, don't have a pic.)
It is not nice to dissapoint fans (not to mention deadly).
If you continue (which I'm pretty much begging you now), can you add me to the story and not make me a druggie? By the way, how did you go from ledzepplinrocks to Hyrulian to Ambulance Y and it shows up everywhere as if you changed your sig?
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I have connections.
Not really. But I would like to continue Fungi High, it's just a question of whether there is a point anymore.
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Many fans, thats why! A good amount of people have seen this. And, I gather Mr. Watoad retired? (TOAST!)
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I still like this story. The first part was gold. This one has potential, too. I mean, look where Ted is! For something he didn't even do!
The "Ambulence? Why!?" was clever, too.
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The "Ambulence? Why!?" was clever, too.
Thank you! I'm glad somebody caught that.
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I caught that too when I first read it. Keep writing, it's excellent.
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Since I don't feel like reading all the pages, can someone tell me if I'm in this?
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Nope. Your not in it. Not yet. You can ask Ambulence Y to add you (if he continues.).
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Even I think it's time to let this story die.
Whatever, I felt like another chapter just to cure this boring day. But Max Vance has taught me that what was once gold cannot always shimmer (quote me on that), and that maybe I can release my creativity in other ways such as decorating a homeless man in tinsel or singing the Albanian national anthem while punching a kitten. There are always different outlets, but this is one story that I loved to write and loved to share with my fellow man. Too bad it couldn't have ended with an epic conclusion, like Ted dying, but that's probably not called for.
I feel that you should do whatever you want. I would continue to write it also because you cant make a story and then not finish it up at least when you finish it future people can read it and not have to comment I like this story.