FFR: The Phantom Challenge

[Litodude]

:O

[rshadow8888]

not related but i read your sig banner real quick and all I saw was gamershadow

lmao

[Crashfan3]

Tokzic vs. CBR...

IN AN E-E-EPIC SHOWDOWN *echo*

Tomorrow night, only on Spike-TV!!

[GamerShadow]

To anybody who reads this post:

Could you please rate each chapter you read (any existing one, and ones released in future.) on a 0-5 scale? I wish to know what chapters to work on first when I finish the story, and start the revisions.

Thank you.

[DarkManticoreX2]

Chapter 10 gogogogo.

[SethSquall]

Chapter 10 gogogogo

I must be sleeping somewhere.

[GamerShadow]

Chapter 10:

Specforces’s jungle-camo boots oppressed the soil that was unfortunate enough to be lying beneath him. Each thunderous step left a depression in the ground, each step left many of the bystanders bewildered. Each step made a gigantic thud boom through the air that only progressed the crescendo in power that Specforces was experiencing. He said nothing, but the veins that had popped up on his ultra-jacked arms gave the message, simple and clear. His eyebrows nearly formed a “v,” being that they were tilted so far downward. The double-barrel shotgun that Spec wielded was resting on his left shoulder, appearing as if about to snap in half from the snake-like grip Specforces had on it.

Both Tokzic and Cbr felt this hidden rage approaching. They halted their current combat, and turned their heads to stare at Specforces. Tokzic knew he was getting the worst of the torture that was about to come; Cbr was merely a mercenary, a soldier that was hired to fight, and not ask questions. Beads of sweat trickled down both of their faces as their legs began to tremble. Tokzic’s teeth began to chatter, creating a rattling that could be heard from a good distance away. Cbr nearly vomited from the insane fear that dominated his body at the moment. Seconds transformed into hours, and everything began to slow to a hellish crawl. The anticipation of the terror was almost worse than the terror itself. But almost didn’t count.

Specforces selected his first victim as soon as he was within a prime range for unleashing his rage. At once, the shades snapped, and the glass shattered. The pieces of the mess simply fell to the ground, and the violet eyes behind the optical mask were revealed to the world. His pupils were dilated to the extreme; they filled almost three-quarters of his fearful eyes. And before anything else could happen, the death siren rang.

“Tooookziiiic!” Specforces blasted. His voice was the only thing that could be heard for a mile. Everything else was drowned out. Even the symphony of battle could not compete with the power of true rage. So it gave way as Specforces unleashed everything he had.

“Just WHAT did you think you were doing attacking an ally!? Do you wish to ruin our relations with foreigners we have just met!?” The two faces nearly made contact with each other. Specforces was beside himself with anger; he had no regards to politeness or personal space at the moment, and he wasn’t about to let up.

Tokzic nearly lost his mind with trepidation with just one sentence from Specforces. To be yelled at normally was one thing; it occurred quite frequently. This time was different, however. Specforces was the angriest he had been in over five years. “There is logical reasoning behind this.” Tokzic thought; “I did break the biggest rule there was to break in our army.” Specforces gave him a stare that was not even describable, because he was so enraged. Tokzic was beginning to feel suicidal now, but he knew that if he lived through this mental beating, he would eventually come back. However, the best reply he could manage in his current state was a stuttered, “I-I-I-”

Specforces was not going to have any of this. Not only had one of his most eliete soldiers attacked a sworn ally, but now they were making a mockery of the army with their pathetic attempt at making worthless excuses. He could not come up with a punishment humiliating enough for Tokzic at first. As he subconsciously bellowed out meaningless speeches of lecture, he dug through his mind, searching for something that would make an example of this soldier. At last, Specforces came up with a solution to his problem at hand. It was drastic, and it might shake the army’s confidence a bit, but at this point, the Army had done their job.

The next few moments of Tokzic’s life would be burned into his memory forever. They would repeat themselves in increasingly horrible and twisted ways, and even the slightest reminder of the terrible sentence would hurtle him back into an endless cycle of misery.

“Turn around,” Specforces quietly foretold Tokzic’s death sentence, “This won’t hurt a bit.”

Tokzic did not speak a word. He had been broken like a toy plane that had been crushed in half by the family dog. His eyes were wide open, his pupils were wide, and his posture was slumped over, giving him the appearance of a hunchback. His shades began to slip off of his nose as he shuffled his feet, legs, and body one hundred and eighty degrees counter-clockwise. Tokzic very quickly found that Specforces was a man true to his word after all. With a mighty whoosh and crack, Tokzic fell to the ground, lifeless. “Five days. Treason.” Read on the back of his head. And it hadn’t hurt a bit.

“I’m ready, Shashakiro,” Engler spoke in a soft, but exceptionally deep tone, “fight me with everything you have, unless you are in a hurry to die.”

Shashakiro did not bother replying to the basic taunt that Engler had just used. Instead, he quietly and stealthily took out a large bunch of red, blue, and yellow arrows, and gripped them in groups of four in his right hand. Engler noticed Shash’s arms flex, and immediately shifted into intangibility as a staircase of red, blue, and yellow arrows flew through him. Immediately, Engler floated to the left with great haste, as Shashakiro leapt to his right, throwing two red arrows simultaneously, as well as two blue arrows right after. Engler shifted out of intangibility and leaned backward as both pairs of arrows grazed his left cheek. He did not allow the pain to flow through his body. Instead, he rolled to his right and phased into the same intangibility as a red blur shot past the spot where Engler’s head had been.

“Very good,” Shashakiro stated as he pulled red and purple arrows, and randomly began to toss them at Engler, who was now hastily drifting to his left. “It seems you can keep up with me. Very well then, Engler. Warm-ups are over.”

Engler stalled from becoming surprised at this statement as two orange arrows shot into his left arm, snapping him back into reality. Blood was already flowing down Engler’s injured limb, but that didn’t stop him from fighting back. He took control of the next red and yellow trill that came his way, and reversed it while returning it back to Shashakrio at an even faster speed. To this, Shashakiro formed four grey arrows, and with perfect accuracy hit every note in the trill, causing them to vanish into thin air. He counterattacked with two jacks, which Engler jumped over to exploit a vulnerable point in Shash’s attack pattern. Noticing this, Shashakiro attempted to raise his hands in order to block Engler’s shadow tendril, but all he could do was avoid being struck in the neck by letting his left hand take the hit. A quick punch to the gut from Shashakiro sent Engler reeling backward a few steps as he struggled to regain his breath and stance. Before he could even do that, however, Shash sent a red arrow into Engler’s right leg, which caused him to fall over due to a lack of balance.

Now grinning, Shashakiro informs Engler of the bleak situation he is now in. “So Engler,” Shashakiro started, “Have you been fighting seriously this whole time? It’s not like you to use you full potential before you know what your opponent can do. I’m only asking this because I have been fighting halfheartedly this whole time, but it seems as though you have been putting forth some serious effort.”

Engler knew that Shashakiro knew. There was no way that Engler was going to win at his current power level, and there was no way to influence the match with the abilities at his disposal. He needed somebody to do the dirty work for him. And from that thought, Engler hatched a devious plot to finish the fight quickly and brutally.

Everybody stared at Tokzic’s dead body, the “banned” that had been burned on the back of his head being his most noticeable feature. All were in shock, and all were speechless. Did one of the greatest soldiers of the TGB Army just get banned? What if that happens to me? Has Specforces gone out of his mind? Innumerable amounts of thoughts floated through everybody’s heads. All focus had shifted off of the current task at hand, except for Specforces. His mind was still on the job, and he walked over to MalReynolds, calmly and confidently. As he approached, he began to talk.

“Mal,” Specforces started, “Would you mind coming with me into the base? We need to purge the remaining forces in order to take back what is rightfully ours.”

At once, Mal agreed. “Yes, Spec, right away.” He saluted, and followed his commander into the front entrance of the PYP Agency. All others stared, still unable to comment or move a muscle. It was as if they had been stupefied, or they had lost the ability to speak. After a long silence only being filled by the whistle of the wind, GamerShadow broke the silence with a question that nobody wanted to answer.

“Who is going to carry him back?”

Although he had been the one opposing Tokzic, Cbr raised his hand, which was quivering, and was the first to answer. “I’ll do it. Even though I did attack him, I still want to help him. He didn’t deserve to die like that.”

GamerShadow was not expecting many others to accept the offer that he had made, but he was proven wrong just moments after Cbr decided to help carry Tokzic’s body. From the crowd, a total of five other hands rose into the air, and GamerShadow identified them all at once.

“Very well, SethSquall, Afrobean, Reaper, and Carbo.” GS projected his voice so that all could hear him, “Please help Cbr transport the body back to TGB. If you meet any moderators, inform them of what happened.”

“What about you?” asked Afrobean, who was a bit confused as to why GamerShadow was not accompanying them, “You’re not coming with us?”

GamerShadow sighed, “I would come back with you guys, but there are other orders of business that I must get to. I am very sorry for not being able to help.” The others watched silently as GS shifted into the indigo shadow form, and melted into the ground.

Another awkward silence. This time, it was not fear or confusion that gripped their voices, but rather, their indecisiveness. What to do next? Specforces had not bothered to leave them with orders, as he had simply raided the base with Mal after banning Tokzic. The group assigned to carrying Tokzic’s body was not affected by this, however. They knew what they had to do.

“Well then,” started Reaper, “We should get started. It’s a twenty mile walk from here to The Garbage Bin, and the day is not getting any younger.” The others nodded in agreement as they lined up evenly, and began what would be a two-day march back to The Garbage Bin.

[Tokzic]

did i seriously get into a fight over sunglasses

[MixMasterLar]

Why in the hell was I not in the SiU army? Ive made like 52 SiU sims and the SiU queue is 96% me, after all.

[Tokzic]

hi mixmasterlar welcome to ffr read the stickies and you should be good to go

i hope you have a great time here ^______^

[Engler]

Originally Posted by Tokzic

did i seriously get into a fight over sunglasses

Because you're just that coo'

[MixMasterLar]

Originally Posted by Tokzic

hi mixmasterlar welcome to ffr read the stickies and you should be good to go

i hope you have a great time here ^______^

Is it so hard to cap the two Ms and the L? That's starting to really piss me off for some reason....

[GamerShadow]

Tokzic/Everybody: This entire time, I have been writing off the top of my head, with only a general plot summary sheet for each chapter that I make to guide me, as well as other thoughts in my head. I will be going over every single chapter, and revising and editing it until I feel that it is the best that I can do/it can be, whichever one comes first.

This means extra content, too, as I know that I have been throwing in characters because it is presumed that you know just about everybody in the story. In the edit, I will most certainly work on this, and I will fix any plot holes, etc in the story. I am sorry if the story is not perfect, but school and sports come first.

I would also like to thank everybody who has been reading and staying with the story, whether it be from the beginning, or recently. You guys help me stay motivated, and I am really enjoying writing this for you guys. (I don't think I made it clear, but this is most likely being dedicated to Synthlight, as well as the other admins/mods here at FFR.)

[rshadow8888]

Originally Posted by MixMasterLar

Is it so hard to cap the two Ms and the L? That's starting to really piss me off for some reason....

i should start calling you engler.

[MixMasterLar]

I went almost 2 years and didnt say anything.

GS: I was mostly joking lol

[Specforces]

I always read this, I think it's very good.

[Crashfan3]

Not only had one of his most eliete soldiers attacked a sworn ally, but now they were making a mockery of the army with their pathetic attempt at making worthless excuses.

He took control of the next red and yellow trill that came his way, and reversed it while returning it back to Shashakrio at an even faster speed.

Not trying to be an ass, just thought I'd point that out.

[GamerShadow]

Except Shashakiro isn't part of the TGB Army. Tokzic is and was one of the biggest contributers to TGB (both pre-FFЯ and now), thus he is an elite soldier.

Although, all of maybe three people (Admins don't count) can actually stand up to Shashakiro in this story. Engler is not one of them.

Edit: While I am thinking of users and their power levels in the story, I might as well post a list of people that I can think of off of the top of my head. It goes from most powerful to weakest. To help gauge the differences, I'll put a number from 1-1,000 to show actual power differences. I'll also include enemies so you can laugh at them.

List of Characters (By Power):
Synthlight (1,000)
Tasslefoot, Jasonkey, LD, Chardish, Xelius, 87x, Nestlekwik, and any other admin that I forgot (995)
Shashakiro (975)
darkshark (962)
DarkManticoreX2 {Enraged} (961)
Phantom Engler (840)
XXXsmittyXXX (830)
GuidoHunter (825)
Specforces (810)
DarkManticoreX2 (807)
stretchypanda (805)
squeek (803)
MalReynolds (800)
Death Dragon Reaper (780)
SethSquall {w/goggles}, SethSquall {w/o goggles}* (779)
Tokzic (745)
Afrobean (710)
Cbr (705)
Tibs (690)
hacker (676)
Jugglinguy (675)
Zageron (600)
TheRapingDragon (560)
Engler (400)
troll (280)
spammer (130)
flamer (125)
dreamscanner (111)
noob (100)

*In the story, SethSquall has a bit of a mental block regarding his powers. Without his goggles, he feels that he is very weak, and the mentality can sometimes hinder him. In reality though, the goggles in fact do nothing.

[SethSquall]

Gets better with every chapter.

[GamerShadow]

Chapter 11:

The grand double doors that guarded the inner-most area of the central section of the PYP Agency came thundering down with a swift and powerful blow from Specforces’s banhammer. The fine oak splintered and chipped off in various places, and the clang of the golden hinges against the cold, solid stone floor rang throughout the entire building. MalReynolds covered his ears and flinched from the huge noise that was currently resonating. Even the group of soldiers outside could hear the enormous racket being caused inside. As the sound echoed through the room, it diminished in volume. Eventually, all was quiet again. Mal stared at Specforces and asked, “Was that really necessary? I could have just unlocked the thing.”

Specforces smiled and laughed out loud. “It’s the thrill of the hunt.” he responded, “You never know when the enemy will strike. Oddly enough, this room seems to be empty.”
Mal wasn’t about to believe that the inner area of the base was vacant. “Just a second,” he announced, “I’m going to search the room. It’ll take all of a few minutes. If nobody is here, than we will reclaim the base. But as you said, you never know when the enemy will strike.”

“You mean that you suspect an ambush.” Specforces commented while scratching his head, the sound of which reverberated throughout the gigantic room in a quiet whisper, “Well, you would know best. Go ahead, I’ll cover you.”

Mal nodded, and squinted his eyes. The entire room shifted from the vibrant color pallet that it normally wore to a bland black and white in MalReynolds’s field of vision. Specforces was radiating a red-orange aura. Mal himself was giving off an orange aura, but that was normal. He continued to squint as he rotated his head from left to right, and back again. He picked up on a small blue dot near the back of the room, but he ignored it. “Probably just a dead noob or something; that isn’t important.” He thought to himself. After finally convincing himself that there was nobody else in the room with them, Mal eased the strain he was putting on his eyes, which caused the room to regain the colors it once had.

Specforces, who had been observing Mal the whole time, noticed him easing up. He asked the first thing that came up on his mind, “Nothing?”

It took Mal a second to realize that he was being asked a question. Such was the side effect of using his power. He had great vision and could sense people even if they were invisible or well hidden when he tensed up his eyes, but his other senses slowed down dramatically during and a bit after use. “Nothing.” Parroted Mal, “Let’s get out of here.”

Just as they were about to exit the room, two indigo arrows whizzed just inches from their heads, and hit the walls. At once, a voice called out to them from the back of the room.

“I thought you idiots might show up, but I didn’t think you wouldn’t find me. You people really are stupid, aren’t you?” taunted the person, who, from Specforces’s judgment, appeared to be exiting a previous state of invisibility.

Specforces turned again to Mal, and raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said there was nobody here.” He was beginning to doubt that MalReynolds even possessed the power that he claimed to have.

“The power level was so small that I thought it was a dead noob. I’m serious. This guy, whoever he is, is ridiculously weak.” Informed Mal, who then shrugged.

“Do you losers know who I am?” The person interrupted, and was obviously getting pissed off, which was evident through his tone of voice, “I am the great Dreamscanner! I am the commander of the noobs who control Chit-Chat!”

“Sorry to burst your bubble,” MalReynolds noted while crossing his arms, “But we kind of killed your entire army without so much as a single death on our side.”

Specforces began to swing his banhammer around rather carelessly as he contributed to the topic, “Yeah, and we want to wrap this little clean up soon. So if you don’t mind, we’d like you to kindly get the hell out of here.”

Dreamscanner wasn’t about to leave, and he made sure that Specforces and Mal knew it. “How about you make me?”

Both Specforces and MalReynolds grinned from ear to ear. Specforces cracked his knuckles and wore a devilish look on his face, and MalReynolds raised his arm up into the air, summoning his own banhammer to use for the fight. They were about to have real fun for the first time in ages, and beating up Dreamscanner was going to be the source of that fun.

Dreamscanner eyeballed the two formidable foes, and declared war. “Go burn in a hole!” He shouted as he jumped up into the air, trying to unleash a completely predictable aerial attack with his sack of indigo arrows in hand.

Specforces gripped the handle to the banhammer, and swung it as if it were a golf club. As he did this, Mal dashed over to the other side of the room, shouting something about not being ready for the tennis match. Dreamscanner’s face met the head of Spec’s banhammer in an instant, and his body sailed across the room at a perfect curve. Mal swung his banhammer as the now banned Dreamscanner received yet another ban, and returned to Spec in much the same fashion as the first hit. Spec pulled a trick shot on Mal, and sent the body flying over to the left wall. Mal sprinted over, and tried to hit Dreamscanner back, but he landed on the ground before Mal could swing his banhammer.

“It’s over already?” Specforces complained as he picked up the body, carried it to the nearest window, and with a mighty roar and a swing, sent Dreamscanner flying towards the horizon. Spec couldn’t see where Dreamscanner had landed, so he merely shrugged, and whistled to himself as he ascended the final staircase that led to the roof of the PYP Agency while twirling his banhammer in his hand. MalReynolds also followed.

The sight that awaited them was glorious. The brilliant explosion of crimson on the horizon appeared as if it were painted by some legendary artist on some miracle canvas. There was not a cloud in the sky to obscure this dazzling sight. Everything was perfect about this sunset, and it was a well earned reward, given the fact that the TGB Army had fought for almost two days straight. Specforces could see for miles, across the vast plains of Chit Chat, and even into other countries.

MalReynolds also took the time to appreciate the stunning view. He leaned on the handle of his banhammer as he smiled. The fighting was over, and Chit Chat had once again been won. However, something wasn’t right. It was barely noticeable, but it was there. A speck on the western horizon revealed itself to be some person or object flying towards the PYP Agency. Mal instinctively tensed his eyes again, and the world was drained of all color, except Specforces, the TGB Army soldiers, and the speck. The former two were unimportant to Mal at the moment, but the latter was. Immediately, the still growing blot on the horizon pulsated with a dark red color.

Mal knew at once who was coming. He quickly turned to Specforces, and spoke in a soft tone to ensure that nobody but him would hear, “Spec, I need to leave at once. I am sincerely sorry that I cannot stay to celebrate our victory.”

Specforces nodded, and responded, “You did well today, Mal. You may leave. I must raise the TGB flag and declare victory once again.”

“Just like last time…” Mal found himself speaking his current thoughts. “You know that there is something wrong, don’t you?”

Specforces’s grin vanished, and a more serious and solemn look replaced it. “Yes,” he answered, “but that is a matter that I must put off for now. I still have a job to do. You had best be leaving now, Mal. I don’t want to delay you any more than I have already.”

With that, MalReynolds nodded, descended the stairs, and exited the PYP Agency. He sent his banhammer back in a brief flash of blinding white light by raising his hand with the weapon in hand, and found GuidoHunter. As soon as he was within earshot, Mal began to speak. “Guido,” he started, “Just a few minutes ago, I sensed Manti. He is badly wounded, and I need you to come with me to meet him. I know he is coming to find you.”

Guido was surprised at the seriousness of Mal’s message. His eyebrows lifted, and he had to focus for a second or two in order to digest what Mal was telling him. “Very well,” he responded, “I will come with you.”

They dashed over through the field, and spotted Manti falling from the air about half a mile down from their current location. This made them travel as fast as they possibly could; Mal was sprinting, and his insides were screaming in discomfort because he was not trained to sprint like this. Guido had his jet boosters on at maximum power, and was also making a significant effort to get to Manti as fast as possible. Within two minutes, they reached Manti, who had crashed with a loud boom. Blood blanketed his unruly mane, and most of his body. His left wing was bent from the crash landing, and Guido could see and hear that he was hardly breathing.

“He’s barely alive,” Guido noted, “I don’t know if I can do this myself.” He created a private thought, and sent it to Stretchypanda. Almost immediately, she replied, and Jurs appeared about two feet away from Manti.

“Jurs,” Guido said, with a small hint of panic in his voice, “Are you able to heal Manti? We need your power desperately; he might die if you don’t help.”

“Of course, I’ll see what I can do.” Jurs raised her healing staff, which was crafted from the highest quality redwood, and began to chant a healing spell. After a few moments, she ceased her chant, and Manti slowly regained his consciousness. Guido and Mal both sighed with relief, and the situation became a little less dire for the moment.

The sky was beginning to fill with dark clouds that were blocking the sun, which Mal had never seen before. This startled him, but he ignored the omen, and turned to Manti and asked, “Manti, can you hear me? This is Mal. I need you to tell me what happened to you. Can you remember?”

Manti drowsily gazed through Mal, and spoke with a weak voice, “I remember very well. But I came to tell you something more impor-” Suddenly, a white ray of light blazed upwards through the sky, and burned an image that would haunt the minds of all who saw for the rest of eternity.