As you enter the forum, you are met by the ghost of synthlight. "Though I have died many years ago, my spirit lives on trapt within the walls of this awful place. If you wish to survive, choose wisely. I was torn apart my this place long ago.
A left, down, up, and right arrow appear with the following text -
Left - Brag Board - 110
Up - FFR Suggestions - 120
Down - FFR Batch Thread - 130
Right - Newbie Forum - 140
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110) As soon as you enter, you hear people screaming scores at the top of their lungs, 1-0-0-1 HOLY ORDERS! FN AAA! FGO BF #7, FMO AAA #45! A person to your left complains that an amazing score was overlooked, while others say it's not about the recognition. Do you -
Announce your own FGO AAA? - 111
Comment that someone now belongs in a higher division based on their score - 112
Tell someone they deserved a boo-flag - 113
Go Play FFR - 142
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111) Upon announcing your recent FGO conquest, the only FGO AAA in your arsenal of level ranks, you are accused of botting. An angry mob led by a One Winged Angel encircle you as they chant "Death to cheaters, death to cheaters!" A stake is driven through your heart as the mob tears you limb from limb and consumes your entrails. The last sight you see is an Elite Ninja snapping your neck. Your bloody corpse is hung on the front page of the site as a warning to all those who even think about botting.
GAME OVER
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112) An all out war breaks out over the placement of said individual. Shots fire back and forth of "that's not good enough for "Division X" and "no one AAA of that level is auto for that division!." You get caught in the crossfire and take a left arrow to the knee. While blood gushes from your open wound, you are trampled by the halfstep of a Xx{Fallen}xX SK8R43.
GAME OVER
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113) "No one, ever, in the history of FFR, deserves a boo-flag!" Shouts someone from the crowd. xXOpkillerXx shoots a Toxic dark full of powerfull Poison-, which burns your veins like you are Inside the Fire of the sun. The gold stinger dart takes you out quickly, and you lose consciousness as the Riotpolice arrive.
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120) You post a great suggestion, and many people around you support the idea you are proposing. You are told to take a seat in the waiting room, as it will take some time to be implemented. The boredom is immediate and begins to eat away at your soul. You try to play some PaperclipGames, but that only fulfils a couple hours of your time. By the 25thhour of your wait, Hateandhatred build up in your chest, and by Mourningfall, you have slain all of the other people in the room. On your knees in the pool of blood of those you have slain, you are bitten by a venemous Spider_, and pass out next to the dismembered bodies of those you slain out of boredom, waiting for change.
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130) You put your life and soul into a stepfile, spending 21992 hours crafting the perfect movements of the fingers to an amazing, life altering renard song. After months of waiting, and the consumtion of 3000 popsicles in nervous anticipation, the batch notes are revealed. One judge says it's overlayed, judge two says it's underlayed, and judge three asks why you even bother waking up in the morning, and why you took the time to put such vomit into what can scarcely be called a stepfile. You take revenge by Raining Nails on the judges in their sleep until they are lifeless in a Colour Stream of their own blood. The riotpolice bring their best, themastersniper, to take you out, and you are left with a bullet in your head, wondering where your life went.
Game Over
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140) You enter the newbie forum, and people are constantly asking WHAT"S A AAA? and HOW DO I SEE MY AV RANK? HI MY NAME IS GRACE I SAW YOUR PROFILE AND THOUGHT YOU WERE COOL CAN I BEE YOUR FRIEND!
Do you:
Mock a Newbie - 141
Go Play FFR - 142
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141) You foolishly decide to make fun of a newbie during your stay, so HobobotheClown and i will pwn u take you to Yoshiisland and disembowl you. No one mocks newbies in our websyite!
Game Over
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142) Choose a Genre
Rock - 150
Classical - 151
Hip Hop - 152
Legacy - 153
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150) As you enter the rock genre, you are at first impressed by the songs listed, but as you start to play them, your brain begins to rot. Constant unrelenting keytaps for what seems like hours saps your strength. The blood drains from your brain and you become woozy at the midnless repetitiveness causes an eventual aneurysm, leading to your death. The last thing you see is a hallucination, a Bluearrowll shoots from the screen and tears your head in two.
Game Over
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151) You enter the classical genre and are first soothed by the soft melodies and flowing steps. You sit down to AAA a chart. Everything is going well until you drop a good on the last note. Next run through, you drop a boo in the jumpstream. You go back to the Top of the chart but you just can't get the chart perfect. Upon getting a good on the last note again, you scream "retching oesophagus!" at the top of your lungs and tear your own throat out with your bare hands. Your parents find your body, but it's too late. You're LongGone.
Game Over
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152) You search the hip-hop genre for decent charts, but can find no solace. Even after I Remember When/Driving/Satanic Unicorn Orgy/in aisles/back in the day you give up all hope. Your parents walk in as you play Dishwater, and place you in a psychiatric facility to live in a padded cell for the rest of your days, until you commit suicide using a spork in a very undesirable way.
Game Over
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153) There is no rage like the rage contained within the legacy genre. Trapped within it, you go nuttier than a caged Nicolas Cage. Unable to PA anything due to the terrible syncing of the files, you are unable to find a remedy1502 for the terrible state of things and take a razor to your wrist. Wanting it to be over faster, you slash your throat. Your last words are "kjwkjw" as you choke on your own blood.
GAME OVER
