My Little ZU: Dystopia is Magic

Originally Posted by Samuel Joseph Pie

Clan powers are all a little screwy, and Pinkie has managed to hold onto his (hers? I was pretty sure you were a guy IRL) while Luna and Sam have lost theirs. Its mostly based on showing up to clan functions, and you can't really show up to those when you are trying to avoid Mike at all costs.

Pinkie is sneaky.

Pinkie Pie may be an average human male sitting behind a monitor in real life, but on Zelda Universe, she is PINKIE PIE! The female party pony!

That is why I mention I miss the ability to do windy things.

Are you saying you can't fart anymore?

I will have Blizz mention that in story.

Just because.

And also, with the Pinkie Pie thing, I can rewrite reality and make the character female. That is my superpower.

EDIT:

Like, no joke. If thats what you want, I will edit it. All of it.

STOP TELLING ME WHAT YOU'RE GONNA PUT IN THE STORY. DON'T RUIN IT MAN.

Put in what you want, you have my permission.

Now I'm going to promptly try and forget so I can fully enjoy your next update.

Chapter 8

"98 bottles of beer on the wall, 98 bottles of beeeeeeeeeeer......" warbled Sam, his vision starting to grow fuzzy. He'd been falling for like five hours, and it was getting really boring. He could see Luna had started reading her manga, while Phoenix seemed to be napping. He'd lost sight of Pinkie hours ago...she was probably using her powers to get food or something. And then she wouldn't share it. To mock him.

They were currently floating in the empty area were the clans fought each other, and had in fact almost been hit been a Farorian artillery shell aimed at a Din warship. The Battle Arena was close now, and he could make out the shape of the Cesspool clearly.

"97 bottles of beer on the walllllll......."
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After the meeting, Florina hadn't really seemed in the talking mood, although Blizz had tried. She'd driven the transport to her Control Panel and pointed towards a walled off area. "That part is where Rainbow's been sleeping. Until all this settles down and we can find you guys someplace else, you can share it." she said, putting several papers into folders and checking messages.

Blizz looked at the small area and sighed. It wasn't ideal, but...it would have to do. Suddenly, his mobile rang. Opening it, he was surprised to hear Phoenix on the other end. It was really hard to hear him, but he could make out a little. "Blizz? Its Phoenix! We've been TRYING TO REACH YOU ALL DAY! Sorry, its really hard to talk over all this wind! Don't worry, we're all safe...except Twilight, I don't know where she is! I'll call you later if we survive!" With a click, the message ended.

Blizz stared at the phone, confused. What were they doing?

It was then that Rainbow Dash coughed. Looking up, he was suddenly knocked back when Dash punched him in the face. Sitting back down, Dash said, "THAT was for letting Mike ban me." he said, glaring at Blizz.
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The Cesspool was right below them now, its filthy depths shimmering slighly in the light of the Firewall. Phoenix guessed they had maybe...50 seconds before impact.

Sam was begining to panic again. How exactly were they going to survive this? Falling thousands of feet into water was a death sentence! These were probably his last seconds! What regrets did he have? What did he need to say...

Luna was still reading her book. She hadn't even noticed the impending doom below them. Yelling over the wind, he said "LUNA! I'VE ALWAYS LOV-"

Then they slammed into the Cesspool. The sewage-like waste of a thousand Mary Sues enveloped them as they slammed into its rotting surface. Luna turned to Sam, apparently just realizing he was trying to say something. "Sam? What was that? I couldn't hear."

"Nothing. Nothing at all. Oh look! Pinkie's coming back! Lets talk about anything but me yelling just now!"

It's scary how well you characterize me xD

Chapter 9

The Cesspool was located at the lower section of the Battle Arena, near the main links back up to the Index. Pulling themselves out of the filth, the group started trying to get the gunky words and character concepts out of their hair. Sam seemed to have a rather disgusting Gary Stu lodged in his hair, and he couldn't get the words "chosen one" out of his eyes. The others faced similar problems, with Nix proudly displaying the message "meek but strong willed" across his chest.

Pinkie seemed to have stopped by the VCR for some food, and was carrying an assortment of different beverages and other things. After falling for five hours, Sam was famished. Before Pinkie had even landed, he snatched a burrito from the food pile and started eating.
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Sitting in Florina's Control Panel was quickly becoming tiresome. Blizz was just about to doze off when he heard an all too familiar voice over her PM.

"Hi there, Sev." said AvalancheMike, his tone casual. "Just thought I'd let you know I'm heading down to the Battle Arena. Seems some people have been Section Diving. Luckily Notsil managed to spot them near Farore. Would you like to come along?"

Florina shook her head, but then remembered Mike couldn't see her and pressed the button to respond. "Sorry, Mike. I'm swamped with technicals up here. Hope you have fun."

Blizz was about to turn back when he remembered his conversation with Nix. What was that he'd said? If we survive? Hard to talk over this...wind...

Running over, he grabbed Florina's shoulder. "Sev, we need to stop Mike!" he said, pulling her away from her paperwork. Shocked, she hesitated before stuttering out. "Bli...Blizz, why do we need to stop him?"
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Luna was still a little angry that no one had warned her they were about to hit the Cesspool. Now her manga was covered with lame character ideas and terrible grammar mistakes, and god knows how long that would take to clean out.

They were walking through the more desolate area of the Battle Arena, but Nix had said they needed to get a move on. The links to the Index were right behind them, and if someone were to come down it would take a matter of seconds. Sam had been trying to get in touch with someone on his friends list for the past few minutes, but he didn't seem to be connecting.
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AvalancheMike couldn't help but grin triumphantly as he lined up his troops. He couldn't head down to the Arena himself, of course...he had some paperwork of his own to do. But his men were more than enough for whatever they were facing, and whoever it was couldn't escape by jumping...the only thing below them now was the Firewall. If they passed through that...he didn't really want to think about what could happen to them.

Sending his troops off, he wasn't aware of another figure: a hooded man watching from the shadows. With a fiendish grin, the man slipped into the link and shot down to the Arena.

This was going to be excellent.

You should have us all role-play to hide in plain sight.
Also, towards the end, I want myself to become Fluttershy once more.

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Also, make Notsil Mike's right hand man.

The horrendous grammar and horrible character concepts. THEY EAT AT MY SOUL.

The plot thickens, and this story keeps getting better and better.

Man, I'm surprised at how fast you are churning this stuff out!

The chapters are only like four hundred words each.

Maybe it's because of my ADD, but I can't churn stuff out that quickly.

Chapter 10

Sam and the others were heading towards the main Battle Arena registration area when a loud noise erupted behind them. Turning, they could see the links were pulling something down. Looking up, they could see that something was heading down. Fast. A LOT of something.

Turning, Luna grabbed onto Nix and Sam's shoulders. "We need to get out of here. NOW." she said, dragging them towards the registration booth. Reaching into his bag, Sam pulled out one of his guns from his theorizing days and quickly loaded a bullet. Things were about to get ugly.
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Standing at the window of Florina's Control Panel, he could see AvalancheMike's troops spilling into the links. Dash was behind him, scanning the soldiers. Unfortunately, Sev couldn't give them a lift down to the Battle Arena without confirming the suspicions AvalancheMike probably had.

And that left them with two options: find another vehicle, or try to get into the links without being caught. Dash had suggested engaging them up here, but that would just get the other mod's attention.
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Inside the registration booth, they had quickly slipped into character. Sam could barely recognize himself; he was apparently role playing as some kind of hobo. Unfortunately, some of the traits they had picked up in the Cesspool seemed to be sticking, resulting in a rather odd apearance.

Running into one of the many RPs, Sam could only hope they would blend in.
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As Mike's men rushed into the Battle Arena, they raised their weapons and quickly scoped the area. AvalancheMike had warned them they might run into a certain "Zecora", more commonly known as Blizz. Some of the mods, aware of his reputation, were already shivering in fear.

Gritting their teeth they quickly noticed the spills near the Cesspool. As they started spreading their search, they suddenly heard a quite thud behind them. Turning around, they saw a man in a hide hood smirking inside the link. Aiming his gun, on of the man said, "Zecor...Zecora, you are under..."

The man, still smiling, put his finger on the man's lips. Leaning forward, he whispered, "I'm not Zecora." With that, he pulled a pair of daggers from the depths of his robes. The troops opened fire, sending glass everywhere as the link barrier shattered. Shocked, they saw the man had vanished.

That was when the first man fell.
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AvalancheMike almost jumped when he recieved the flood of messages. Opening his chat box, he could see a video feed of a familiar hooded man cutting through his men.

"Azrael! Stop stabbing my men!" Mike screamed into the message box, almost pulling his hair out. The man looked at the camera, waved, and then continued his attack. "No, I don't really want to. Its quite refreshing." said Saul, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

Mike, trying to contain his anger, whispered into the box. "Saul, can you please tell me why you are killing my troops?" On the video, the hooded man seemed to think for a second, before responding with "Because it bothers you."

Trying to curse but finding the censor still active, Mike began slamming his head into his computer.
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Sam was finding it increasingly difficult to stay in character, especially with the fact that he was a "hobo chosen by destiny to become the world's richest man and defeat Satan, with the power of Metal." It was obvious the other members of the Roleplay were becoming annoyed by his inclusion, and he couldn't reallyblame them. Hobo rocker Gary Stu's didn't really mix well with Film Noir.

That was when his phone rang. Using it as an excuse to leave, he walked out and answered it. "Hello?" he said, hoping that maybe his friend had gotten his message. Instead, his head filled with dread as a mocking voice replied, "Oh, why hello there! Its me, Princess Celestia, come to teach you about friendship! Thank you ever so much for answering." said the voice of AvalancheMike.

We are brilliant hiders.

*is jumping up and down in seat* Must. See. More.

We are the greatest of hiders. I have no idea how anyone spotted us in the first chapter, with these skills under our belt.

*kills satan with guitar solo*

Originally Posted by Samuel Joseph Pie

We are the greatest of hiders. I have no idea how anyone spotted us in the first chapter, with these skills under our belt.

*kills satan with guitar solo*

They must have had an awesome meter. You know something like a metal detector? The more awesome a person is in the area, the stronger the readout. We must have sent that thing off the charts xD

Although hiding in the old Entertainment Section was sort of a derp moment for all of us

Originally Posted by Samuel Joseph Pie

Although hiding in the old Entertainment Section was sort of a derp moment for all of us

Or we were using reverse psychology. Kind of like "what kind of bunch of idiots would hide out in the area they were hunted down in?"

Poor me, I'm always hurt or in trouble. I need to pony...eh...man up and pull some Bruce Willis ♥♥♥♥!