• write some frikkin movies
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here you will start astory form scratch and continue it to the end if you finish write another one lol if you troll then your requests wont count and i'll report your ass.have fun
There once was a boy named steve he had a dog called bob the end.
There once was once was a dog. His name was was Bill.
chicken spears rubbed his eyes and sleepily glanced at the time. He had recently changed his computer's desktop and the white text blended right in with the background, his taskbar being completely clear. These recent changed made it hard to read the clock, especially with his tired eyes and hazy mind. After some trouble he learned it was after 4. He regretted changing that desktop. He had worked all day on that new thread, the one he had been telling his parents about for weeks. He was so excited over how good the concept was: write a story from beginning to end. The OP had been revised and revised until chicken finally found the perfect text for the job. It fit like a tailored suit and he was proud of his handywork. The title? Ingeniously clever. He finished it up and hit submit. Finally, it was done. After logging off and putting some water in the dog bowl he climbed into bed and dreamed. One hour later a user named DOG-GY told him his thread was shit and that he should never post again.
EXT. MOT-4 SPACE STATION - MORNING A wide view of the vast space, MOT-4, MARS, ships traveling between the STATION and MARS. A FRIGATE with an image of one of the ERINYES painted on the side. TERRAFORMED MARS GLOWS BLUE. A SPORTS CLASS STAR CRUISER exits FLT JUMP behind the FRIGATE... INT. STEPHEN'S STAR CRUISER - MORNING A low HUM of the FLT DRIVE powering down. The glowing buttons on the instrument panel cut through the darkness of the ship. STEPHEN sits at the controls wearing a BLACK BIO-SUIT, he powers on the maneuvering thrusters and moves away from behind the FRIGATE ahead of him. STEPHEN ONE. THREE. SEVEN. POINT. TWO. Sports class cruiser. Requesting atmosphere entry permission. Stephen toggles DOCKING ASSIST on the instrument panel. INTERCOMM (V.O.) Permission granted. STEPHEN ONE. THREE. SEVEN. POINT. TWO. Sports class cruiser. Requesting station entry permission. INTERCOMM (V.O.) Permission granted. Welcome to MOT-4. Stephen maneuvers the cruiser ahead of the FRIGATE and enters DOCKING BAY 4. He gets up from the cockpit as the DOCKING ASSIST auto pilot takes over and he walks down the narrow hallway towards the HOLD. STEPHEN Wake up, we're here. Stephen suddenly stops and yawns deeply, bringing a hand over his mouth. He looks annoyed when he finishes. STEPHEN Why do you do that? There's no reason to, you know it annoys me. HELENA (V.O) (teasingly) And that's exactly why I do it, dear brother. A series of three loud beeps signal the ship has docked. Stephen presses a button on the wall and the HOLD opens up. Stephen steps off the ship...
And is invited to see a facehugger leap at him. He grabs his M41A pulse rifle before it can hit him and vaporizes it. He plugs it back into the suit's auto-refueler, and looks around. He knew where he was, and he needed the ship to get off it before... Another facehugger. Great. it leaped into the ship and as he tried to shoot at it he only vaporized a few empty crates. He chased after it, closing the ship door behind him. He shot at it, missing again. He blew a hole in the ship, and looked round at the facehugger escaping. Great. He started patching up the hole and looked up at the vents. He had to get his crew the fuck out of there. He walked along, spending a whole hour searching for his crew. something fell on his shoulder. He jumped and looked at it. The facehugger. Someone had already been impregnated, and he didn't know who. He walked into the control room, where he voiced over the intercrew. Helena, Johnson, Ren and Tex were all told to come to the room. All arrived except for... Johnson? He walked to the dining hall. Johnson had a whole through his chest. "shit," Stephen murmered. He raised his gun and looked left to right. He had to be ready for an Alien. Suddenly, Tex bust in. She was holding the ship's mobile scanner. It was still just in it's chestburster state. They walked along to it, but when it was just around the corner, it's status changed on the radar. It had evolved. As it leaped for Tex, Ren burst in and shot it with his M41A pulse rifle. It turned round and growled at him. suddenly, a static charge surged through it's body. It was parylized for about a minute. Ren, assisted by Helen, ran straight past the two, who went with them. They pressed a few buttons on the control panel. "All Xenoforms are being scanned on the ship. Please resort to the safe room for the Ship's quarantine." They ran. they only had 2 minutes, and even then the Alien could cancel out the quarantine simply by pulling the correct wire. 1 minute, and the Alien was revived. They entered the safe room. "Ship powerdown activated." The safe room's doors bust open. Ren murmered one word. "Shit..." Then they remembered. Eve. She was out there. She was in the docking bay, vulnerable. Ren told Tex and Stephen to make their way to the escape pods. He and Helen would handle the alien. 5 minutes passed. Stephen and Tex were waiting in the escape pod room. They heard Eve's scream. "EVE!", Stephen was about to shout, before Tex covered his mouth. Ren and Helen ran to the room, chased by the Alien. Tex quickly dragged Stephen into one of the pods. Ren and Helen followed, closing the door before the alien could get in. The ship wasn't very large, and it didn't cost much for the Wayland Yutani Corp. The pod launched, leaving the Alien behind. End.
alien? be original also DOG-GY you are just a troll with no life so why should i care about your opinion
[QUOTE=chicken spears;31873653]alien? be original also DOG-GY you are just a troll with no life so why should i care about your opinion[/QUOTE] Troll? That was the most well-written insult I've seen. He is simply lecturing you on how your thread was quite skimpy in regards towards content.
[QUOTE=chicken spears;31873653]alien? be original also DOG-GY you are just a troll with no life so why should i care about your opinion[/QUOTE] Sorry, but if you're going to react like that then facepunch isn't for you.
[QUOTE=chicken spears;31873653]alien? be original also DOG-GY you are just a troll with no life so why should i care about your opinion[/QUOTE] are you 10? [editline]22nd August 2011[/editline] Look at his posts, they are gold!
[QUOTE=chicken spears;31873653]alien? be original also DOG-GY you are just a troll with no life so why should i care about your opinion[/QUOTE] Holy shit,you're retarded.
Chicken Spears you've created a thread with no content of your own, no maturity (read: thread title) and you are being generally childish and defensive towards those who are pointing out these facts. Imo you should shut up and learn from this mistake.
[QUOTE=chicken spears;31873653]alien? be original also DOG-GY you are just a troll with no life so why should i care about your opinion[/QUOTE] That's like saying Garrys Mod is unoriginal because it has models from other games. And Dog? A troll? pfft.
>:(
chicken spears, now everyone who reads this thread will be and have been pissed off by and at you for insulting DOG-GY (but not me because nobody really cares about me) and being an immature brat. or in 1 word: frog.
There's a white guy chasing a black guy cause he stole his bike and in the end they fall in love and adopt a child. BUT THE CHILD IS A GREMLIN!
And then this thread died for good The end
[QUOTE=DOG-GY;31856451]chicken spears rubbed his eyes and sleepily glanced at the time. He had recently changed his computer's desktop and the white text blended right in with the background, his taskbar being completely clear. These recent changed made it hard to read the clock, especially with his tired eyes and hazy mind. After some trouble he learned it was after 4. He regretted changing that desktop. He had worked all day on that new thread, the one he had been telling his parents about for weeks. He was so excited over how good the concept was: write a story from beginning to end. The OP had been revised and revised until chicken finally found the perfect text for the job. It fit like a tailored suit and he was proud of his handywork. The title? Ingeniously clever. He finished it up and hit submit. Finally, it was done. After logging off and putting some water in the dog bowl he climbed into bed and dreamed. One hour later a user named DOG-GY told him his thread was shit and that he should never post again.[/QUOTE] Cyberbu//y 2?
At first I thought chicken spears was trolling but nope hes revealed his true form a 10 year old "Kool Kid" Who really should learn how to spell and act mature or get the hell of facepunch.
Oh lovely thread. I was just making the story for my spectacular new movie now you guyses can help. So you weak up in a trash bin with amnesia right... [editline]27th August 2011[/editline] that's what I got so far
he's using internet.
[QUOTE=Nyaa;31967859]Oh lovely thread. I was just making the story for my spectacular new movie now you guyses can help. So you weak up in a trash bin with amnesia right... [editline]27th August 2011[/editline] that's what I got so far[/QUOTE] You experience extreme social anxiety when you realize that passersby are staring at you wondering why you are sleeping in a trash can. Spaghetti begins to fall out of your pocket. And the stress causes a whirlwind of diarrhea to rocket from between your wrinkled, hairy buttocks. At this point, you are shitting and farting uncontrollably, showering your surroundings in an inch of brown paste and crying like a baby. You run to the nearest GameStop and purchase twelve copies of Dwarf Fortress on impulse. The attractive female working behind the cash register lets you go having paid less than these games were actually worth due to your smell. The trail of excrement you have left through the city by the time you return home forms a pentagram, summoning the shit devil, who emerges from the source itself, wriggling his way out of your rectum. Your sphincter bulges and tears, gushing blood and releasing a huge hairy lump of dry, decomposing fecal matter. The lump opens its eyes and
[QUOTE=pvt.jenkins;31967841]At first I thought chicken spears was trolling but nope hes revealed his true form a 10 year old "Kool Kid" Who really should learn how to spell and act mature or get the hell of facepunch.[/QUOTE] i am not cool at all.I am not ten.I will agree with you though,I should have thought out this thread better.I made this thread so people could come here and get creative but the way i did it made me look like a whiny bitch. this is a thread where you create a story and post new ideas. please be creative and open-minded.
-Snip- Sorry. Nevermind.
this thread died when chicken spears didn't put any content in his OP.
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