After the End is on indefinite hiatus. I'm just too busy to write much. Don't worry though, I will finish sometime.

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Dranei It's getting good, Monty. If you take this long to write another chapter though, I am going to be forced to chain you to your desk.[/quote]It's been 9 days. [Edited on 08.20.2007 7:02 AM PDT]

It's getting good, Monty. If you take this long to write another chapter though, I am going to be forced to chain you to your desk. [Edited on 08.11.2007 11:42 PM PDT]

Sorry about the wait and relative shortness of chapter 2. I'm a very busy person, and school starts in a few days. But I promise I'll set aside some more time to write, and work on the story as often as I can.

Chapter 2- [b]The Folks on the Hill...[/b] The Hill. evilcam's armored bunker. Five years after the End. Ten years before Python and his men recruited the entire town of Avalon, a mere 300 miles from Washington D.C. Three hundred miles from the Hill. And only a week after evilcam seized the world. A gloved finger pushes a button on the speakerphone sitting atop the desk of the new most powerful person in the world. "Two cups of coffee please. You know how Crusher and myself prefer it. None for our guest..." "Yes sir. Right away," said the voice on the other end. There were five men in the room. Evilcam himself, KNL Crusher, and a bound and gagged man plus his two guards. Evilcam swiveled around in his luxurious padded seat, to face Crusher, his top planner. "Well Crusher, it would appear that our plans-" "My plans. Really Cam, don't forget I did all the planning. I'm the one in charge," Crusher blurted out. [i]Always defiant. I'll have to deal with him.[/i] "As I was saying, OUR plans worked out perfect. We now have complete control. I think this will be a very good life. Now, if you would please leave. I would like to speak to Subject #95.If wouldn't mind removing the gag on your way out." Crusher left swiftly, pausing only to remove the gag from Subject #95's mouth. And to kick him in the side of his ribcage for good measure. "Well, well, well. #95 your results have been most... impressive. And yet you remain defiant." "I SWEAR I'LL KILL YOU. I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT. I'LL CUT OPEN THAT PUS FILLED ABDOMEN OF YOURS AND BLEED YOU DRY YOU SICK -blam!-ING BASTARD. I'LL KILL YOU I'LL KILL YOU...!," Subject #95 screamed hysterically- until one of the guards kicked him, nearly breaking his jaw. "I'm sure you will. Take him away." That night Subject #95 escaped. Crusher was assaulted in his home by a contingent of evilcam's personal gaurd. He was nearly beaten to death. [i]Ten years later...[/i] The same office in the Hill. Same people, minus Subject #95. "Well Crusher, it would appear that #95 i building his army, and getting nearer." "Actually sir, he goes by the name Pyth-" "Shut up you sniviling twit. Is that your plan? Well give it to me." "Yes sir," Crusher whimpered, handing evilcam a stack of papers. "Hmm," mumbled evilcam, readin the papers. "Good. Very good. Right. Assemble your team. Get the most insidious, hateful, bloodthirsty, ruthless people you can find from our military, prisons, and civilian settlements." [Edited on 08.12.2007 9:06 AM PDT]

Good to hear, we've been waitin' for quite a while. (Begins to drool) That's just...uh...sweat coming from my lips because of the heat of the flaming Tediz corpses. Stop staring at me.

I'm almost done with chapter two! Also no more character applications will be accepted. Sorry, but I didn't anticipate getting so many. Some people are going to end up as bit parts. If you wouldn't mind getting just a bit part (your name will be mentioned. You may get a line) send me a PM with what side you want to be on.

WTF is going on here?

....what?...

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Tedi Slayer [quote]Originally Posted By[b] Da White Knight[/b] [quote]Originally Posted By[b] DakZhul[/b] The end isn't coming...nuff said! *runs*[/quote]Why I Oughta'... Yeah you better run![/quote]GET BACK HERE, YOU SON OF A- (Chases with a BFG-9000)[/quote] no go away (Throws stick)

[quote]Originally Posted By[b] Da White Knight[/b] [quote]Originally Posted By[b] DakZhul[/b] The end isn't coming...nuff said! *runs*[/quote]Why I Oughta'... Yeah you better run![/quote]GET BACK HERE, YOU SON OF A- (Chases with a BFG-9000)

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] DakZhul The end isn't coming...nuff said! *runs*[/quote] Why I Oughta'... Yeah you better run!

The end isn't coming...nuff said! *runs*

so monty how is the next chapter comin along? Do you have any clue when it might be ready?

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Monty Python Thanks guys. *bows* Next chapter may take a while. I've got an eight hour shift tommorow and four hours each Friday and Saturday. Then I'll be at the Zoo Sunday, so Thursday will be the only day I'll have much time to write for about a week.[/quote] Nice job! And good luck with your work!

W0w this is really good.

Thanks guys. *bows* Next chapter may take a while. I've got an eight hour shift tommorow and four hours each Friday and Saturday. Then I'll be at the Zoo Sunday, so Thursday will be the only day I'll have much time to write for about a week. [Edited on 07.24.2007 9:49 PM PDT]

that's bloody brilliant!

Awesome! Sent mine in.

After the End, Chapter 1-[i]Working Class Heroes[/i] The people gathered 'round Python stared at him. Studying him. It's not that he himself looked strange by any means. He was of average height, medium build, had some scars, and shoulder length hair that was dark as the eyes of a gorgon. And though his face had the look of a man who had seen more bloodshed than anyone should, it wasn't strange either. No, they stared because of the staggering amount of weaponry he carried. In hip holsters were two Magnum revolvers, and ammo bags circled all the way around his waist. Hanging from his shoulder was a light machine gun. In his hand was a military grade 8 gauge shotgun. Slung across his back was a long range rifle. But, the most impressive of all was the English longsword, hanging in its scabbard below the rifle. "Ahh, I can see I have your attention," Python said to the crowd. "Well, doesn't anyone have anything to say?" A man stepped foward. "My names Camo. Who the hell are you and what do you want" "Thanks for asking. The name... well no one knows my real name. But people call me Python. As for what I want, I want heroes. People unafraid to stand up to the evil stationed 300 miles away in Wahington. I'm gathering an army to defeat Evilcam." "Where do I sign up?" "I like you. Got any weapons?" "Yes sir. My old assault rifle from my days in the military." "A military man eh? Good, good, I can use someone from the military. Now, if you folks will sit tight for a few, I'll call in my commanding officers and they'll help you join." Python walked away, leaving the crowd muttering to themselves. He pulled out an old, battered radio. "Rapt' bring in the commanders." The voice that issued from the radio had a pleasant British accent that communicated Raptorian's friendly nature, but belied his fighting spirit. "Yes 'ir Python. On our way." "Trochannah, bring in the troop carriers. I think we're going to get a lot of recruuits here." "Sir yes sir!" Trochannah Valion was a logistical commander in the army before the End. Damn good driver and planner, and an even better soldier. He was a man suited perfectly for the military. [u]Fifteen minutes later...[/u] "Alright recruits! These fine men behind me are my commandeing officers!", Python bellowed. Turning to the first man he said "This is Raptorian, or Rapt', my second in command. And a man I'm glad to say is a good friend." Raptorian looked a lot like Python, but with a friendlier face. He carried as many armaments as Python, and seem to have an air of loyalty and uty about him. He was the kind of man you knew would stick by you until the job was finished, and after it was done buy you a round of drinks and laugh about the good old days. "Next we have Trochannah Vallion, my logistical and vehicular commander and head mechanic." Trochan was tall, fit, wore a goatee that was out of place with his shaved head, and seemed like another likeable, all around good guy. But he also looked more battle weary than the others. "This is Pyroshark, our hand to hand combat instructor." Pyroshark had a lean build and a scar running down one cheek. By the way he studied the crowd it was evident he was calculating and logical. Oddly enough though, he was eating a pineapple while Python introduced him... "This is Maleman, our armour specialist." It was hard to see what Teh__Maleman looked like, because, as his position implied, he was covered almost completely from head to toe in battle armour. "And finally we have Mischief, a good friend even if he doesn't completely agree with the cause-" "I want to go home," Mischief blurted out. He was also wearing armor, but his sported a gas mask and was as dark as Python's hair. He only appeared to one gun, incontrast to the others, but it was huge. "Ah shut up. Mischief is the heavy weapons commander. Now I want you all to line up in front of the commander of whatever field you think you're best suited for. C'mon Rapt'. Those wanting to join the normal infantry will see Raptorian later." A few mintues later Raptorian and Python walked through the town. "Looks like we've got a lot of new recruits, Pyth," Raptorian said. "Yeah," replied Python, "maybe now we have enough to begin our asault." "I can only hope." "HEY GUYS! Wait up!", Mischief Man's voice came from behind them. "Not many recruits for heavy weapons again?" asked Python. "No. Can't see why. What's more fun than big guns?" "Maybe they're creeped out by that gas mask," Rapt' retorted. "It's better than your horrid teeth." "Shut up you two. Now let's go find the local bar!", Python exclaimed with sudden enthusiasm. His companions shouted in unison, "WOOHOO!" The man who owned the bar, and acted as it's bartender was Irish Kyle. He was, of course, and Irishman and definitely looked it. He was known around town as a hotheaded fighter with an ego to match, but his friends thought of him as the best guy they could know, and the greatest drinking buddy the world had ever seen. He was wiping up the bar when Python, Mischief, and Raptorian walked in. "'Allo there. What can I get fer you foine gentlemen?", Kyle said with a thick accent. "Mischief and me will have bourbon and whiskey," Python answered. "How 'bout you Rapt'?" "I'll have Bacardi and Coke, please." "What're ya, some kind a fruit?", Kyle said jeeringly. "Piss off yout stupid git." "Heh heh heh. I'll get yer drinks." "Kyle return moments later with with a full glass, a bottle of his best bourbon, and tow shot glasses. "'Aven't see you lot 'round 'ere 'fore. You have anything to do with that ruckus in the square?" "Aye, we do," Python said. "We're gathering an army to take out Evilcam. Want to join us?" "Sure. Evilcam's men 'ave been botherin' me of late, and I'd like to ram somethin' up his snotty ass. Sem to think 'e can control the alcohol in me town." "Well we'd love to have you with us then. And we need a new bartender. Last one got shot right in the forehead." "Then I'm the man fer the job." "Good. Now how about some more bourbon?" "Aight. All yer drinks are on the 'ouse." Yes at long last it's the first chapter! If your character hasn't been introduced yet don't worry. Everyone who wants to get in will. More to come later. ~Monty [Edited on 07.24.2007 9:34 PM PDT]

¿when will it come out?

sounds wicked, can't wait for the next part...

[quote][b]Posted by:[/b] Colonel Corbec Best of luck.[/quote]Since everyone is doing it!

I've sent a PM, but not an actual character submission. I will once I recieve an answer, though. [quote]Originally Posted By[b] Colonel Corbec[/b] Best of luck.[/quote]Indeed.

Best of luck.

I'll send you mines!