The Fake Type War

[Sploda]

This fan-fic is a prequel to the fan-fic based on the YCM Club War RP. It will explain most of the backstory and such and how things got to the way they are. Please do not look for the YCM Club War fan-fic as I will write it after this one.

 

 

This fan-fic will be split into four sections; The Fake Type Knights arc, The Fake Type Alliance arc, The Fake Kingdom arc, and the Collapse arc. It will be written in that order.

 

 

So without further ado, I present to you my fan-fic.

 

 

[spoiler=Fake Type Knights][spoiler=Chapter 1]For Fifteen years I’ve watched the Masses follow the corrupt Government. For Fifteen years I’ve been an outcast. But no longer! No longer will I hide in the shadows! No longer will I tremble in fear of the Government’s forces! I! I will change the future! These are the thoughts that coursed through the eighteen year old looking vampire that stood before a large, looming castle. It had been ten years since he had been to this castle, it was here that everything had started and ended. It was here that everything would begin again.

 

 

The young vampire was actually over a thousand years old, but due to his longevity he appeared to be eighteen. His blond hair was just long enough to cover the upper part of his eyes, and his eyes were a demonic green. He had a slim but muscular build which belied his true strength. The only other noticeable thing was the gleaming Adamintium blade that hung by his waist.

 

 

The vampire then pushed the large doors open with a resounding creak. As he entered he looked upon a throne made of pure gold with trimmings of shining silver. It was marvelous.

 

 

“Yes, here, here I shall destroy this corrupt world and then create it anew!” The vampire said, with his voice echoing throughout the castle.

 

 

“Shi, Shi, it would seem that I have stumbled across something big. What is someone so young doing out here so late in the day I wonder, hmm?” came a calm, yet slightly maddening voice from somewhere in the shadows.

 

 

The young vampire whirled around his hand flying straight to his blade, ready to unseath it and do battle. “Who are you?” The vampire yelled into the nothingness in front of him.

 

 

Then a young man with a mad look in his eye, standing six foot three, and surrounded by a dark aura appeared behind him. “Shi, Shi, your blade will have no affect on me young one. Besides you have no need to be alarmed, I overheard you.”

 

 

As the vampire watched him, still in a combat ready stance, the being circled around him still talking. “We share a common goal, you and I. We both wish to see the corrupt tossed aside. We both wish to bring about a new world. I can help you, together we can create an army the likes which hasn’t been seen for a millennium!”

 

 

The vampire smiled. “You can call me, DMG.”

 

 

“The mysterious figure grinned a devilish grin. “I am known as Deustodo.”

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 2]A few weeks later

 

 

“Quick! Don’t let him get away!” yelled a furious guard to his fellow squad mates. Ahead of them ran a young fifteen year old boy, donned in a trench coat, blue jeans, fingerless gloves, and a dark pair of shades. In his right hand he held a box, which contained the blueprints to a new weapon under development by the Government.

 

 

“Blasted security patrol, if it was anyone else they would have given up by now. Just my luck.” Said the boy as he rounded the corner, grabbed a ledge above him and catapulted himself to the rooftop. His pursuers watched him dash away from rooftop to rooftop, groaning in disdain that he had escaped and that they would be severely punished for letting him escape.

 

 

A few hours later the boy was in another district of the city. He was walking along and turned a corner onto a deserted street. He stopped for a moment, and no one knows why, but he looked up and he saw a small flier floating down towards him.

 

 

*****

 

 

A young girl dashed through the woods. He scarlet hair flowing as the wind flew through it. She wore a plain tunic, slacks, and hanging from her waits was a sword. This sword was unlike most others as it was an Adamintium and Steel mix. It glistened as she ran. She then stopped and jumped in the air. She then flipped around and in one fluid motion drew her sword and sliced. When she landed the tree she had cut was cut cleanly in half.

 

 

As she rose she looked down and saw a flier. She picked it up and read it.

 

 

“I guess I have been away from civilization for too long eh?” she said as she sheathed her blade and began walking.

 

 

*****

 

 

A young ninja sat in the back of a train car, reading a magazine that he probably shouldn’t have been. He had deep blue hair, a black outfit trimmed in crimson red. Around his waist he hung a katana and several kunai. He finished the magazine and put it down on the stack. Before he could stop it the stack collapsed onto the floor.

 

 

As he kneeled down to pick it up, he noticed a flier. He picked it up and then grinned, “It looks like I’ve finally found something to deal with my boredom.”

 

 

*****

 

 

A young twelve year old boy was walking through the slums. He had a deep sea blue shirt on. To go with this he had a pair of khaki jeans, deep aqua colored eyes and silver hair. As he trudged along he came to a stop at a corner. He looked at the wall, for reasons no one will ever know, and he saw a flier.

 

 

Pulling the flier off the wall, he examined it and smiled.

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 3]“It has been five weeks since we put your plan into action. How do we know that these people will come?” DMG said as he paced through the grand hall of the castle.

 

 

“They will arrive in due time, I specifically targeted these people because of their skills.” Deustodo said.

 

 

That didn’t comfort DMG much. Five weeks ago Deustodo came up with a list of recruits. After DMG approved of them he sent fliers to each one of them personally. Fliers, not the most efficient method. DMG thought to himself.

 

 

*****

 

 

The young twelve year old had taken awhile to get to where he was. He could see the castle in the distance, but knew it would take a few hours to get there still. He sigh, he was tired and alone. At least so he thought. As he began to continue after taking a short break, he saw a fifteen year old in a trench coat approaching.

 

 

“Um… Hail, traveler!” The young boy said.

 

 

The fifteen year old turned and looked at him. “Yes? Did you need something or are you calling me because you are bored?”

 

 

The twelve year old stiffened. The fifteen year old spoke in a calm, detached voice, almost as if he didn’t care about anything. “I was hoping to you would tell me where you were going. If you are going my way, I could use a little company.”

 

 

“If you are heading to that castle over there then come along, I don’t have all day.” The boy in the coat said.

 

 

The twelve years old fell in beside the fifteen year old and they resumed their walk. Not far from where they the twelve years old spoke again, “By the way my name is Bagon.”

 

 

“You may call me Creator. Any other name is pointless for you to know.”

 

 

*****

 

 

The girl with the scarlet hair sat next to a tree not far from the castle. She was still contemplating on whether or not she would enter. As she sat there she heard a noise in the bushes. She slowly raised herself into a crouched position and placed a hand on her blade’s hilt.

 

 

“Your senses are sharp if you were able to detect me,” Came a voice from the bushes.

 

 

“Show yourself, I don’t want to fight you,” replied the girl. She continued to scan the bushes.

 

 

Then a young boy shrouded in black emerged from the bushes. He showed no hostile intentions so the girl relaxed her grip. However she kept a close eye on him, just in case he reached for his kunai.

 

 

“Greetings, my name is Darklink, may I ask who you are?” the ninja said.

 

 

“My name is Kailyn, now why are you here?” The girl with scarlet hair said.

 

 

“The same reason as you no doubt. I receive a flier that told me if I wanted to change the future to come here.” Darklink answered without hesitation.

 

 

Kailyn removed her hand from the hilt of her blade. “It would seem that we are to become allies then. However I don’t know what is going on exactly, so I will remain here until I can get some information,” She hesitated before continuing, “You may join me if you wish.”

 

 

Darklink grinned as he sat down and waited with Kailyn.

 

 

*****

 

 

Creator and Bagon had finally arrived at the castle. They stood before the large wooden gate. Behind it, was someone, or something that had promised to change their future. Bagon looked at Creator who just continued to watch the gate. After a few minutes Creator approached the gate and pushed on it until it opened with a loud creak.

 

 

*****

 

 

Kailyn and Darklink watched as two people, one a fifteen year old in a trench coat and a twelve year old in a deep blue shirt approached and looked at the gate. They remained concealed however, as they didn’t know the intentions of these two. They watched intently as the fifteen year old stepped forward and pushed open the gate.

 

 

*****

 

 

DMG stood staring at Deustodo for several minutes, contemplating whether or not to end his life then and there for tricking him. He heard the front gate open with a resounding creak, and whirl around to see a young boy in a trench coat and a younger boy with silver hair at the gate.

 

 

Deustodo smiled an evil smile.

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 4]“You two must be the ones behind the fliers, am I correct?” Creator said as he continued into the castle.

 

 

“What if we are? Are you here to take us to the Government?” DMG replied sharply.

 

 

“On the contrary, I want to help you. I am known as Creator, master inventor and tactician at your service.” Creator then did a slight bow.

 

 

Bagon then stepped forward. “My name is Bagon, I too wish to help.”

 

 

“I am DMG, I shall be leading this… Organization. This person behind me is Deustodo, my second-in-command.” DMG explained.

 

 

“Pleasure, also I should probably tell you that you have two other visitors waiting outside,” Creator turned to the door, “I suggest you come in now. No use in hiding when I know you are there.”

 

 

After a few minutes Kailyn and Darklink strode through the open gate. “How did you know? Our cover was too thick to see through.” Kailyn asked slight surprised.

 

 

Creator tapped his shades. “My glasses have built in sensors, as soon as I got within range I knew you were there.”

 

 

Darklink nodded, pretending to understand. “Well I guess I’ll introduce myself. My name is Darklink. This young lady here is Kailyn.”

 

 

Then everyone took turns telling the newcomers their names. Once that was finished DMG gathered them all around the throne.

 

 

“So we obviously won’t be able to take down the Government from here, we are going to need a better, more mobile base. Any suggestions?” DMG asked, getting straight to the point.

 

 

“I believe I can provide a solution. What do you guys think about a base the size of a small moon?” Creator asked with a sly grin.

 

 

Everyone but Deustodo gaped at what he was suggesting. “It can’t be done!” Darklink said without hesitation.

 

 

“Correction couldn’t be done. Yet it has been, and it was done by me. It should be above us in a few hours. So what shall we discuss until then?”

 

 

The all pondered for a moment, and then Deustodo spoke for the first time since the gathering. “Why don’t we tell each other why we are against the Government? It will kill time and I’ve always been a sucker for a good story…”

 

 

They stared at him for a minute before slowly nodding. “Alright since I’m leader I guess I’ll begin.” DMG sighed.

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 5][spoiler=Part 1]Fifteen years ago

 

 

DMG stood, his right arm hanging limp by his side. From it bleed liters of blood, this in turn made his eyes droop and legs wobble. None the less however he stood with his blade drawn and ready for combat. DMG stood defiantly facing an opponent larger than he.

 

 

His opponent was shrouded in Darkness, his left hand was missing and his right knee was bleeding profusely. However he remained standing tall, he even let out a rumbling laughter as he said, "You are a formidable opponent, a shame you must die. I would have loved to spar with you under better circumstances." With that he lifted his hand-and-a-half sword and drew himself into a battle ready position.

 

 

Then in a flurry of motion they collided, they're blades danced off one another, and for nearly half an hour neither of them gained an advantage. Then the large, imposing man slipped, and that gave DMG an oppurtunity. He faked high and dove straight at the shrouded man's heart. The blade met only light resistance when coming in contact with first armor, then bone. As DMG withdrew the blade, the imposing man laughed one last time and then collapsed. His body then came into view of the light, it was a large Werewolf, who was slowly regressing back to human form.

 

 

That was the last thing DMG saw was someone walking up to him.

 

 

Present Day

 

 

"That is the end of my story." DMG finished with a demure look. He sat brooding while the others whispered among each other.

 

 

"I wish we had time for a more lengthy discussion but I guess I should tell my story now?" Creator asked. Before he could being however Darklink stepped up, "If you don't mind I would like to go next."

 

 

"As you wish, tell us your grand story." Creator said, with a slight mocking tone.

 

 

*****

 

 

Two Years ago

 

 

Darklink was moving in a flurry. HIs master had been keeping him on his toes in this match. He had already landed hits on Darklink's Knees and head. However Darklink refused to quit and as such kept swinging his blade, and kept getting block over and over again. The master then in one move, blocked and kicked the younger Darklink away.

 

 

"This match is over." The Master said.

 

 

"No." Darklink said simply, rising to his feet.

 

 

The master raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Tell me what is it you fight for?"

 

 

"I fight for... I fight for a better future." Darklink said rushing his master.

 

 

The next thing Darklink knows is he is lying on a cot, with his left arm broken. "What happened?"

 

 

"The Master knocked you out cold it would seem and then he threw you out. We were traveling nearby and thought we would take you in." A kind lady said. She apperaed to be in her mid 30s.

 

 

Present Day

 

 

Not long after that the house burned down while I was away and they were both trapped inside from what I know. After that I traveled around, looking for away to bring about a better future." Darklink finished.

 

 

"Interesting, well I'll keep my questions to myself for now. Now if you are finished I guess I'll tell my story." Creator said with a grin creeping across his face.

[spoiler=Part 2]Creator closed his eyes for a moment remembering. He couldn't remember much it was all a blur. "I was..."

 

*****

 

5 years ago

 

Creator's eyes opened, and for several minutes all he was was a large blur. When his eyes focused he saw that he was surrounded by a strage liquid. He was inside some sort of containment toube, with several people watching from outside. He could faintly hear them speaking, "...I can't believe.......actually worked...........this could mean the next step......"

 

They then noticed he had awakened. For a moment they all stared, dumbstruck that he was awake. One of the people then rushed over to a computer console and pushed a series of buttons. Once he was done he spoke into a mic, his voice was clearer now and startled Creator.

 

"Hello can you hear me? Can you Understand me?" The man asked. Creator would have responded but he realized that there was a tube running down his throat. He eventually decided to give a simple nod. As the other people began to talk amongst themselves it seemed, Creator looked about. His hands and feet were restrained by several clamps and he had the tube down his throat.

 

"Look at those fools, they think they have acheived some great project." A voice announced. Creator flahsed his eyes towards the console and saw that the man there was busy speaking with another. Who was that?

 

"Don't bother looking out there. Just relax and it will all be over soon." The voice replied, as if it had read his thoughts. Creator's vision then blurred and he was once again engulfed in darkness. When he next opened his eyes Creaotr found himself surrounded by flashing lights, and scarred, mutilated bodies. He had no idea what had happened, he then heard the voice again.

 

"I told you I would take care of it. Quickly head for the room on the left, it should have something for you to wear." The voice ordered him. Not questioning him Creator moved as fast as his weakened limbs could towards what he now noticed was a closet. He then rushed out of the building....

 

*****

 

Present day

 

"And I've been on the run, living as I please ever since." Creator said finishing his story. His watch then began beeping. His eyes narrowed. "Someone is approaching." he announced everyone except Deustodo jerked their heads towards the door. DMG then felt a slight feeling go down his spine. "I know this feeling, it's a feeling I've not felt since..." DMG rushed towards the door, drawing his blade. He got it into a defensive postion just in time to block a scyth as the door came tumbling down.

 

"DMG, so good to see you again." The newcomer siad with obvious confidence in his voice.

 

"Chase, I'm surprised you survived our last encounter." DMG replied. Chase let out a loud "hmph" and lept backwards, at the same time DMG mimiced the motion. Before they could cross blades again, a voice from outside yelled, "Stop!"

 

A moment later two figures walked through the now broken door. "Chase I didn't bring you here to fight an old, petty rival. Our opponent has been dealt a better hand than us, as such we have to take this as a chance. Consider it a luck of the draw." The mysterious figure calmly chided.

 

"Oooo, why are we in such a boring place!" The smaller, obviously feminie figure asked. "You said we were going to have FUN!" She yelled, swinging a rather large baseball shaped mace around. After they entered one other entered, his body was shrouded in a black robe.

 

"The Organization..." Creator said in a noticably uneasy tone. The person just looked at him and scoffed. "I'm surprised your shades even picked us up, I told you to use the cytenix wires to boost the tracking range." The figure chided.

 

Creator scowled. Only one person would ever correct his designs as there was only one person who could match his skills.

 

[spoiler=Chapter 6]"Nexev..." Creator growled, his hand moving out into the air where enrgy gathered and a Halberd of an intricate design appeared. The mysterious figure standing next to the loud, femine figure then pointed a gun at Creator. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He warned.

 

"You think a peashooter like that will hit me?" Creator scoffed. Just as a baltte was about to commence everyone heard a laugh. "Shi Shi Shi, my oh my this truly is interesting." Deustodo said, still chuckling, "Now I'm positive you four are here for a reason? Or did you actually come to kill us?"

 

"We came because we heard that this was the place to be if we wanted to eliminate the Government." The one with the gun explained. "Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Caine, Caine Ghest gambler extrodinaire. This little one here is Dokuro, she can be... volatile at times. As the one with the glasses mentioned, this man here is the Organization's cheif engineer, designer, and all around brainiac Nexev. The other your friend here is already accquanted with is Chase, a Vampire lord."

 

Creator's watch beeped again, this time flashing with a green light. "Well can we save the rest for later, we have Governkment forces closing in and our base has just arrived.

 

"Don't tell me it's the-" Nexev began.

 

Creator pushed a small red button, "Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to welcome you aboard, the Ultima." and with that they all disappeared in a flash of Green Light. Just in time as a force of Government troops appeared near the castle, lead by someone wearing a hat with an L on it...

[spoiler=Chapter 7][spoiler=Part 1]As everyone's eyes adjusted DMG yelled out, "What in the world just happend?"

 

Creator chuckled as he walked towards a door that was to the far left of the new area they were in. "I teleported us to the Ultima, the base I told you about eariler. A fully equipped large mobile base. It is pretty autonomous and as such I can leave the ship. However during combat I must remain on the bridge. As such DMG, since you are the leader of this lovely group, I must ask; who are your subordinates in the command ranking system and what is the name of our group?"

 

"Well Deustodo here would be my Second In command, or a High General if you will, and since your the only one who can run this ship-"

 

"I beg your pardon." Nexev interrupted. Creator shot him a glare that made Nexev give a not so silent huff and turn away.

 

"-As I was saying, since your the only one who can run the ship, I'll place you in charge of keeping everything in order. You will be the high Warden." DMG finished. Creator simply nodded and continued through the door. The others one by one began to follow. As they traveled through the ship they noticed several people who were caring for the various parts of the ship.

 

"Those are my Autonomous Units." Creator explained before being asked. He took several turns and the others followed until he stopped and looked puzzled. "Odd, I don't remember installing a room here, and the red looks tacky compared to the rest of my ship."

 

"Shi Shi, I installed that room, I would be caeful though, the normal laws of Physics don't apply in there." Deustodo cautioned.

 

"I beg your pardon? It defies the laws of Physics? If I didn't know any better I would say your trying to kill us." Creator said as he hesitantly turned away from the room and continued on. They eventually arrived at the Bridge where Creator took a seat at the back and pushed a button. A table rose from the floor and gave a holographic display of the area. It was then all the others realized that they were in orbit above the planet.

 

"So our first order of business, where should we strike first?" Creator posed the question. DMG pointed out several key military installations, Caine pointed out supply routes simply stating that he had won the information in a "bet" of sorts. Nexev commented that several of the more improtant bases were supported by one of the two strongest Guilds, the Organization or Club Pikachu. After ruling those out as targets, Creator radioed for a few people to report to the Bridge.

 

"These people have been helping me keep the ship supplied and by doing recon. They can be considered part of the group as well," Creator informed the others as they walked in, "Allow me to introduce, El Make, Shadow Zero, and Legolover. El Make is in charge of recon, not a very optimistic person to say the least. Shadow Zero is someone I found while roaming about, I had heard rumors he had been disbanded from the RP820 Guild, the third strongest out there. Legolover here is just a simple mechanic, he keeps all the AUs in top condition."

 

El Make simply nodded, Shadow Zero waved a greeting, and legolover left the room to continue his work.

 

DMG then grinned, "Well then, shall we being?"

[spoiler=Part 2]A Month later

 

A lone figure dashed through the night. His face was obscured but his body was well built, sleek, fast, his movements flawless, perfectly executed, his demeanor was troubled, almost paniced. At last he found himslef at the corner, when he finally caught his breath he stepped towards a wall and revealed a hidden panel. He scanned his hand and a secret door opened. As he stepped thhrough the door closed behind him, leaving no trace that it was ever there. He decended down a staricase, yet he could already hear the roar of another.

 

"That Blasted Witch of a Vampire has just attacked another Government Outpost, yet they still won't take action! I've had enough of this, I'm going to deal with them myself!"

 

"Now Majortim, would that really be the best decision?" The man asked. This Majortim eyed him with distrust, as he usually did. Majortim was a rather large Werewolf with a scar across his right eye and left arm. His fur was a hue of white with a silver shimmer. He had a rash personality and his only garment was the well worn pair of Jeans around his legs.

 

"I don't give a damn if it is the best, something has to be done! This surprisingly skilled band of nusances has attacked nine different Government outposts over the past month! You should know Milk, your sister was killed during one of the attacks!" In the next moment Majortim found himself on the floor, his hand gripping his stomach as Milk back-flipped to his previous location.

 

"I told you not to mention that." Milk warned him. Majortim growled and stood back up, he glanced around at the rest of the group, a man who always resided within his Bio-mechanical Suit known as Kotaro, Milk, Majortim, and a master swordsman known only as X-31 Fighter. The Higher ups of the Government knew his true name but they never told anyone.

 

"So what do we do?" X-31 asked. Milk stared at the Digital Map showing the surrounding sectors of sapce above them. There was no trace of any ships. "First we need to find their ship, then we need to get inside..." Milk was speaking more to himslef than anything else. He then turned to Kotaro, "Kotaro, how many Ships did you say we had available? We need to intercept them before they make their next move."

 

"We currently have twenty Lazerus-Class ships and five more Crusader-Class ships. However judging from the destruction of the bases, I'd say their ship still has more fire power than us." Kotaro replied, examining the map closely.

 

"The bases weren't destroyed by their ship. No my data on Creator says otherwise. The data indicates that the ships main cannon would wipe out the base and the surrounding area. These attacks are to precise." Milk commented. Milk then looked at Kriskirlia, a member of much less importance. "Kris come here, I need to know if there is anyone willing to back us." Milk was just abuot to go into further detail when he was interrupted.

 

"I believe I can be of assitance in that area." proclaimed a young boy with Yellow spiked hair, red paint on his cheeks, and a long jacket covering his torso. his eyes were a deep shade of green. Everyone knew his face, everyone that was anyone had meet him. He was, "Pikachu, at your service. I hear that your going after these rebels, these Fake Type Knights as people are calling them. Now my guild mining rights to the Postage mines will be in jeopardy if these attacks keep up. The Organization's bases have avoided most of the attacks, which leads me to wonder... No matter I Pikachu offer you limted resources of Club Pikachu."

 

"That will be excellent, welcome to the Rebellion, Pikachu." Milk said with a grin.

[spoiler=Part 3]Two Weeks Later

 

The Base was on increased alert due to the recent attacks by the rumored Fake Type Knights. This base had been reinforced by a Lazerous-Class Frigate. Any attack would be thwarted by the ship, or so was the thought. Everything was running routinely, nothing out of the ordinary. That was until an explosion obliterated the third Barracks.

 

"What just happened? Trace the laser signature we need to find the source!" The Captain of the Lazerous, named [i Ascension[/i], "Activate CIWS, load Missile tubes with Exias, charge Tonheizers."

 

"Sir, we found the source. It appears to be from an old Halcion-Class!" A crew member at a one of the panels yelled out.

 

"A Halcion doesn't have that kind of fire power, there is no way." The Ship's second in command replied.

 

Meanwhile the Halcion continued on approach, on the bridge sat Darklink, his eyes narrowed and his hair out of his way, his face reflected his focus on the mission. "All hands prepare for anti-ship combat. Activate CIWS, load Godfreys, charge Busters! Target, the enemy Lazerous-Class!" Darklink began spouting out commands, and the AUs on board hurried to comply.

 

*****

 

"Your prediction was spot on Milk, shall I make my move?" Kotaro spoke into a communicator.

 

"Not yet, wait for them to wear the Ship down first, and then launch an attack." Milk replied. Kotaro nodded and shut down the communicator.

 

*****

 

The Ships continued to exchange blows until suddenly a laser burst forth from above and obliterated the enemy Frigate. After going through the ship is destroyed the base as well.

 

“Takes us back to orbit.” DL ordered. The AUs complied without response. The least he could do is give them a personality.. Darklink thought as he watched the stars draw closer.

 

*****

 

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT WAS DESTROYED?” Majortim yelled at Milk and Kotaro. The both ignored him and went over what happened.

 

“So the ships engaged in combat and then a laser came out of the sky and obliterated both the base and ship?” Milk questioned for the seventh time.

 

“Yes…” Kotaro responded annoyance in his voice.

 

 

 

[spoiler=Fake Type Alliance]

[spoiler=Fake Kingdom]

[spoiler=Collapse]

 

[Nexev]

I found a problem that you might wanna fix.

 

As I learned from reading CH's reviews, it's important to describe people.

 

You just describe clothes, age, and hair/eye color really.

 

See, that doesn't paticuraly mean much, especially since people usually change clothes.

 

So if they take a shower, no one will be able to reconize them since they'd have new clothes and therefore neutralize 90% of our information on them.

 

Are they tall, do they have a hawklike nose? Are they wearing shoes, emanicpated (like me in real life) or fat?

 

The world may never know.

 

Move over tootsie pop, a new mystery is in town.

[Sploda]

lol, nice connection to the tootsie pop thing.

 

Anyway, I'll describe everyone in the backstory chapter. Right now I'm in the introduction stage yeesh.

 

I write differently than most people, give me sometime and I will answer most questions and fix most problems.

[Aqua Girl]

Creator dont forget kari she was there fairly early.

 

I think before Bagon.

 

Its been months since I read the original club.

 

And Yea I like it ^_^

[Sploda]

Kari will be appearing soon along with a few others who didn't make the first few chapters.

[DL]

Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.

 

I knew it was Kailyn right away, and I knew it was me since you mentioned the magazine :D

 

It's quite well-written, although it could have done without the "Everyone took turns introducing each other their names."

 

Either way, otherwise, it is good.

 

I'm looking forward for more.

[Sploda]

Well it was either that or having everyone go through and say their names.

 

Anyway I'll be able to get the next Chapter out soon (well part 1). Just need to finish a few things up.

[DL]

Sweet x3

 

Also, you don't have to have everyone say their names xD

 

 

Me and Kailyn could have maybe overheard them.

 

 

 

Which brings me to another thing. it took them a FEW MINUTES to walk there? O.o

 

How far WERE they? Or how SLOW? O.o

[Sploda]

“It has been five weeks since we put your plan into action. How do we know that these people will come?” DMG said as he paced through the grand hall of the castle.

 

The young twelve year old had taken awhile to get to where he was. He could see the castle in the distance, but knew it would take a few hours to get there still.

 

I accelerated time, like most authors when it would take time to get from place to place, Unless something was supposed to happen, which would have had me give an encounter.

 

In short it took more than a few minutes.

[DL]

No, like, I thought Kailyn and Darklink were closer than Bagon and Creator, even, so I was wondering why it took them a few minutes.

 

O.o

 

 

 

At least, it seemed that way to me D:

[Sploda]

They were sitting outside the door. They sat and watch Creator and Bagon go inside and waited a few before entering.

[DL]

OH, that's makes sense.

 

Wait, why did they wait a few minutes when Creator called to them? o_o

[Sploda]

???

 

They didn't, it took time to crawl out of the brush they were hiding in.

 

Also looks like there will be a slight delay on Chapter 5 part 1, I have to re-type the entire thing due to my other comp dying and only having the first 4 chapters written on my flash drive.

[DL]

Oh, okay, I just felt a few minutes was a bit to long is all.

 

Anyway, darn, I hate when that happens D:

[Sploda]

Luckily that allows me to write a more epic chapter.

[DL]

True, although in my case it's usually a lesser/filler chapter that is written.

 

I'm assuming this will have no pervertedness, and little to no filler time?

[Sploda]

Exactly, which is why you can expect this to take longer to get chapters out.

[DL]

Interesting, so no 1-per-day thing...

 

Too bad..

[Sploda]

My writing skills aren't that great.

 

You may be glad to know that I've placed you in Chapter 5 part 1.

 

Yes expect this to have several chapters with 2-3 parts.

[DL]

Mine are, but... well, actually yeah, I suppose it's skill that makes speed...

 

Also, huzzah!

[Sploda]

Alright, shorter than I intended but that just means Part 2 will either be longer or I will skip a few people.

 

Anyway Chapter 5 Part 1 is up.

[DL]

I like the DMG part. And I like the introduction of Timothy.

 

Anyway, sorry, Cree-bozu, but I kinda feel like my story was half-assed xD

 

I mean, I didn't dislike it, but.... something felt... well, kinda like, who'd want to hear about that? xD

[Sploda]

I'd tell you something, but let's just say that I have a better use for your backstory than just introducing you. (hint: I left out the part where you used to be Chibi and go by another name).

[DL]

Heheh xP

 

I like where this is headed =3

[Kōsuke Ueki]

I must admit you are not bad of a writer. How much longer before the end of the Fake Type Knights Arc is over, meaning when Part 2 will be up?