Before we begin, this is not a war thread, this is a short story I'm throwing together. Hopefully it will be enjoyable to some.
It was just a normal day. I woke up at 9am. I went out for a walk. All was well, birds singing, children playing. But as just as I decided to go home, I felt something warm touch my back. I yelled, but as I looked around I realized I was alone.
I ran home, careful not to let my guard down. I literally burst through the door and leapt under the warmth of my bedsheets. "all is good" I said as I opened up my laptop.
As always, my first incentive was to check on bungie.net. I logged in as usual, but then I noticed something. There were hundreds of private messages sent to me. " huh, am I famous" I laughed as I opened the inbox, but what was inside would was no laughing matter.
Hundreds upon hundreds of messages saying shit like 'I will kill you' 'destiny is the best game ever' and so forth.
I thought to myself, why are all these people hating me. 'smash' a rock flwe through my window, on it was the message 'anyone who hates on destiny will be destroyed'. Then it came back to me.
I remembered entering #destiny, I remembered calling many desticles, I remembered the hate, I remembered shutting down the laptop due to all the PMs.
Then I realized, whether we wanted it or not, we've stepped into a war with the desticles on #gaming.
Part 2
[spoiler]the next day I awoke to find my house burgled, as I checked what was stolen I figured something out. The thieves had only taken one thing; my spare, broken laptop.
They must have been looking for a way to access my bungie.net profile. I phoned the police, but was met with static. This shit is getting real!
I open up bungie.net, only to find yet more notifications and private messages. "leave me alone" I screamed at my screen. As I checked the messages one struck me as particularly odd, it said' come to the alleyway down the street, come alone or I will kill you'. My mind did Jack shit for me then.
I entered the alleyway, with my newly acquired thunder gun. I saw little eyes watching my every step. Up ahead I heard whispering, I held the thunder gun high, making sure every one knew the force I possessed.
Out of the darkness a cloaked figure came, he screeched some kind of command and every desticle watching leapt down into the grimy ally. "we've woken the hive"[/spoiler]
End of part 2
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Still waiting for fresh prince ending
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Alright, enough of your newfoman posts. We all had this war a few months back and at that time it was a hell lot worse.
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I've grown immune to the autistic desticles, trolling them is my life's calling
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Way to use the Thunder Gun, pally.
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The war for gaming took place awhile ago
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Look man, making a post like this is the reason we don't like newfoman.
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*gives the Thunder Gun and WunderWaffe-DG2 to you* Oh and you'll also need a little revive.* chucks Quick Revive, Juggernog, Speed Cola, and other perks at you*
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*hands you sniper rifle* take this. May the noscopes be with you.
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Your story motivated my friend to work through the desticular cancer he contracted while trolling the Desticles in gaming so the other Floodians could escape
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Basically your a troll then?
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I'd believe that if the desticles didn't zealously claim they hate the game. They'll never admit their true feelings about it.
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Cool. A ninja took down a post of mine because it had a picture of someone's scrotum. I was given a warning.
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Lol I started in that forum, I admit they area bit whiny but it cannot possibly be that bad.
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I got one pm once off one he was like NOONE -blam!-ING CARES GTFO
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Bump, so others don't go through this same traumatic experience.