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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 11, 2008 16:44:40 GMT -5
Mercenary Group
Name: Fawful Legendary Item: Headgear *Soon* Transport: Fawful's Ship *Soon*
Base: Fawful's Sewers
[Reps: Popple, Patsy][Reserving the rights to Cackletta]
Base:- Fawful's Sewers (Under Peach's Castle) Civilians:- 1000 Coins:- 1000
Hired By:- Pennington Current Job:- Patron Current Pay:- *Undecided*
Troops:- 5 Robo-Peasleys (Uber Weaponry Unit) 5 Robo-Queen Beans (Uber Strength Unit) 5 Robo-Popples (Uber Thieving Unit) 5 Robo-Fawfuls (Uber Ranged Unit) 5 Robo-Cacklettas (Uber Magic Unit)
Projects:- Forge Badges:- 30 Days Tailor Super Fawful Suit:- 30 Days Add Radar to Headgear:- 20 Days Add Cooling Fans to Fawful's Ship:- 20 Days FuryZAP 3000:- 20 Days
Log: Fawful: Ha of laughingness! I, the great and amazing Fawful, who is the ever-loyal toady of the Great Cackletta, am having a brain that is hatching an egg of geniusness! I shall be the sandwich spread of chaos across the world! Then, when the condiments of the world's doom are evenly spread like a tasty blanket of destruction, I shall have snacking on the world that Fawful has prepared for himself and rule in the name of the Great Cackletta!
I HAVE FURY!
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Post by soulofhachi on Apr 11, 2008 21:36:07 GMT -5
Dear Kamek,
It has reach my inquisitive ears of your many amazing nanny skills in taking care of Baby Bowser ages ago. I know that it must have required great skills. As such, I'm hoping that you would consider helping me investigate the elements needed to conquer the world.
With best wishes, Pennington
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Yeah, I know that Pennington got the wrong person, but what would you expect from him. So, do you want an alliance/patronage?
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 11, 2008 21:51:55 GMT -5
Fawful: KAMEK?! KAMEK!!! THAT FINK-RAT OF SMELLY STINKERNESS THAT WAS HAVING THE BETRAYAL OF FAWFUL?!?! Fururu... Hmm... Well, the idiot of stupidity was having offering of a bargain of payment, so perhaps I should have accepting... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear Pennington
I, who is Fawful and is in no way being that fink-rat nanny Koopa that I hate, will have acceptance to being patroned by you. I have demandings of 100 coins of valueity to be having delivery to Fawful at his secret base whose location is having much confidentiality each day that is being counted as Out-Of-Game. If this is to be agreeingful with you, make the responding of returning to Fawful!
Fawful, who is definately not being Kamek ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 11, 2008 22:28:37 GMT -5
Fawful's Quest For Power; Part 1: The Saga BeginsIt was a dark, rainy night outside of Peach’s Castle. Thunder struck like lightning against the bleak sky. Toads hurriedly slammed shut the windows of the castle and bolted down every thing that opened in the Castle, including the door to the bathroom.
Poor little Pot T. died from inhaling his own noxious gasses…
But our story takes place not in this ominous scene, but underneath, in the sewer systems beneath the Castle. For that is where Fawful, the Beanish servant of the deceased witch Cackletta, has taken up residence, and that is where our story begins…A dark figure stumbled around in the dank sewers, moaning weakly as it felt its way along the clammy pipeline. “Oohh…” The figure groaned to no one in particular. It found four bars held up on the end of one of the pipes and bent them open wide enough to crawl through. “Dammit guys… God, Restarts make me sick… freaking universe flips upside-down and inside out… I think it’s even worse this time than the first time…” The figure crawled commando-style through the filthy interior of the pipeline as he head towards a faint light around a corner. “And now I’m crawling around in a damn sewer…Gonna hurl…” The figure’s face turned a sickly pale green shade as he came closer and closer to the source of the light. It was an oddly-decorated shop, with bizarre pictures and furnishings of questionable taste. ”Well, I wouldn’t have chosen the interior…” The figure’s thoughts were returned to his original mission as a painful growl from his stomach caused him to hold back a mouthful of bile. “Gotta hurry!” The figure began madly throwing things around the store to the ground, pushing over display cases, jars, and mechanical engineering magazines to the floor with a loud clatter. Finally finding a waste basket in a corner, the figure relieved himself of his toxins and wiped sweat off his forehead. “Ahh… Better…” His moment of comfort was interrupted by the sound of a blaster charging up, as he held his hand up just in time to negate a wave of green energy blasts heading for his body with an invisible force field. Standing before him was a small beanish child with a bizarre looking contraption on his head. The boy had a healthy green skin color, thick spiraling glasses, a ratty red robe that touched the floor, and a single black lock of hair that landed on his forehead. The device was a round helmet of glass with two rockets on either side of it, with a long vacuum-like hose that ended with a threatening mouth on the top. ”Fururu… THIEF OF SNEAKY STEALINGNESS! You are to be leaving the store of Fawful’s at the time that is NOW!” The child fired another round of energy from the device’s mouth which were again negated, but followed up by activating his rockets and slamming into the unsuspecting figure, sending him into the ground. Fawful stood over the figure angrily, kicking him in the ribs. “Be leaving the store of Fawful and never have returning!” Fawful brought his leg back for another kick, only for it to be caught by the intruder who hadn’t even taken his eyes off of the floor. "No… No, we're doing things differently this time. No more 'get my ass kicked in every Quest.' I'm taking charge this time!" The being’s face shot up, with a grin so full of malice and insanity it sent a shiver up Fawful’s spine. www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zKs_joz2eg&feature=relatedThe man threw Fawful’s leg to the side with incredible speed, causing Fawful to spin in the air long enough for the man to hop up and sucker punch him in the stomach and send him flying into the back room. The figure jumped over the desk and through the door in a single bound, landing on both feet in the center of Fawful’s storage room. The lights in the room suddenly flashed on, revealing the newcomer’s appearance. He wore cobalt-blue jeans with brown shoes, a blue t-shirt worn underneath a slightly oversized red hoodie-sweatshirt. The man’s face had a sadistic grin on it at all times, with a large brown mess of curly hair shaped into an afro. The man’s name was none other than Vidguysteve. *DUN! DUN! DUN!* “Fawful… oh, Fawful…” Vidguysteve called out in a sing-song voice, “be a good boy and come out now… or your luck just may turn terrible…” The sound of engines warming up was heard, as a large shell-shaped machine in the shape of Fawful’s head fell from the ceiling and came crashing to the floor with a loud thud, which caused the administrator to pop into the air an inch due to the transfer of energy. “Your Ship? Please! What do I look like, a rank amateur?” Vidguysteve leapt into the air over twin rays of energy that fired from the Ship’s eyes and landed on the top of the Ship. Stabbing two fingers into the very top of the device, it suddenly opened wide enough for him to wrench the shell open and expose the surprised pilot. “Boo… Eheh…eheheheheh!” The administrator snarled as he slowly approached the shocked Fawful, who tried to defend himself with a rather weak punch, only to have it be caught and slowly crushed in his opponent’s grip. “Uwaah haa haa haa haa!” The administrator laughed in a manner suspiciously similar to Mark Hamill’s rendition of The Joker. “Give it UP, junior! You’re out of your league! But if it’s a whoopin’ you’re-a-wantin’…” Rolling up his sweatshirt’s sleaves, Vidguysteve proceeded to pummel the poor Fawful into a wall before grabbing his head and grinding it against a wall before throwing the boy’s body into a pile of scrap metal. The boy weakly lifted his head only for Vidguysteve to grab his face and slam it into the ground, and then proceeded to stomp on his spine. ”All I wanted was to use the bathroom… But, for all the trouble you’ve caused, there’s some punishment in order, methinks…” Waving his hands into the air, Fawful’s Ship and Headgear were engulfed in a strange light before vanishing along with the laughing Vidguysteve. It was all Fawful could do to look on in shock as he called out in futility for the thief to “be having stopping of ceasingness!” before collapsing on the floor from exhaustion.
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 12, 2008 17:35:46 GMT -5
Several weeks have passed since the attack on Fawful and the theft of his Ship and Headgear, but the beanish boy was never one to let things go. Whenever he held a grudge, he would hold it to the end of his life. Unfortunately for the target, Fawful usually settles his problem LONG before HE dies…
The boy had concocted a plan for revenge that he thought even Cackletta would have praised! Its brilliance was in its simplicity: He’d steal the Beanstar! With its near-unlimited powers, it would undoubtedly be able to defeat the fink-rat of red and blue and reclaim his possessions.
Crafting a raft out of trees and other materials he bought from Mole Town, Fawful set out on a long voyage across the ocean, unable to be seen by the border patrol who would have him arrested on sight.
However, the sea is cruel and unforgiving, even to a child…“HAVE DAMNATION OF YOU, MERCIFUL POISIDON!” Fawful screamed in terror moments before his raft was crushed by a massive tidal wave heading towards him. The wave was only the finishing blow after a horrible storm that even the most stalwart sailors would have been too fearful to sail through. Fearful or wise; it doesn’t really make a difference. The next morning when the storm broke, Fawful found himself to be miraculously alive, having drifted to the sandy shore of a beach by holding onto a plank of his destroyed raft. Looking at his surroundings, he spotted the remains of his raft scattered among the beach, with other portions either missing entirely or still floating towards shore, carried by much more tranquil waves. Fawful sighed in frustration and remorse as this was his second experience where a boating excursion resulted in him washing up on the shore of a random island. “Fururu… well… at least this time the island is not having the being of the oasis of-“ ”-Lucy is in the sky with diamonds. Will she give me some?” Fawful looked over to see a small red creature walking around, spouting random sentences to no one in particular. ”-…Oho Jees…” Fawful finished, falling flat on his face, a result of the combination of anger and exhaustion. Over the course of the next few days, Fawful spent his time rebuilding a new raft out of the drift wood from his old one, taking less time on craftsmanship, as the main continent of the Beanbean Kingdom was only a few nautical miles away, which Fawful was FAIRLY certain was shorter than regular miles. At long last, the construction was complete, and Fawful finally laid down to rest. His mind wandering as he drifted off to sleep, he wondered what will come from this excursion, who that fink-rat was, and –more importantly- how to kill him. www.youtube.com/watch?v=OyxrTxVOdx4&feature=relatedFawful wandered fearfully through a large crowd, where a great festival was occurring. Lights and music flashed and blared from the capitol, as people sang and danced, shoving the tiny bean around, forcing him deeper and deeper into the sea of beans.
Beanbean Citizens: Good neeeeeeeeeeews! She’s deaaaaad! Cackletta the witch is dead! The wickedest witch there ever was! The enemy of all of us here is dust! She’s dead! Good news! Good news!
Each person in the crowd wore a horrific mask, each in the fashion of a malformed Cackletta, with features drawn out of proportion to make them seem even more terrifying; a mask with a massive smile that took up most of the mask danced with another that had hair bulbs curled like horns and serpent-like eyes.
Beanie: Look! It’s Peasley!
Peasley: Fellow Beanbeans, Let us be glad! Let us be grateful! Let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue the wicked workings of you-know-who! Isn't it nice to know that good will conquer evil? The truth we all believe'll by and by outlive a lie for you and -
Beanie: No one mourns the Wicked!
Beanie: No one cries "They won't return!"
Beanbean Citizens: No one lays a Life Shroom on their grave!
Maybean: The good man scorns the Wicked!
Harhall: Through their lives, our children learn!
Beanbeans: What we miss, when we misbehave!
Peasley: And Goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely! Goodness knows The Wicked die alone! It just shows when you're Wicked you’re left only on your own.
Beanbeans: Yes, Goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely! Goodness knows The Wicked cry alone! Nothing grows for the Wicked they reap only what they've sown!
A large wooden effigy of Cackletta is lifted in the center of the town, and lit aflame.
Fawful stumbled around, trying to avoid being trampled by the parade of feet, kicking him as their bodies stretched down to laugh wickedly at his misfortune.
*Skip 3:04 to 4:53*
Beanbeans: No one mourns the Wicked! Now at last, she's dead and gone! Now at last, there's joy throughout the land! And Goodness knows we know what Goodness is! Goodness knows The Wicked die alone!
Peasley: She died alone!
Beanbeans: Woe to those who spurn what Goodness is! They are shown no one mourns the Wicked!
Fawful ran from the crowd as fast as his legs could carry him, but the crowd was relentless in their pursuit, gaining on the frightened bean with every second. Soon they were upon him and began grabbing and clawing at his flesh, as they carried him towards a giant burning effigy of Cackletta, and threw him into the flames to die with his mistress.
Peasley: Good news!
Beanbeans: No one mourns the Wicked!
Peasley: Good news!
All: No one mourns the Wicked! Wicked! Wicked!“NO!” Fawful shot out of bed screaming, firing his FuryZAP prototype wildly into the air, frightening away several birds that had been nesting in a tree nearby. They flew away noisily with loud squawking noises, and soon the noise died down, leaving only the sound of the ocean lapping against the shores of the Oasis. Fawful panted heavily, and looked at his shaking hands. His body was sweating heavily and his heart was racing so fast it felt like it would burst out of his ribcage. After a few moments, Fawful collapsed, burying his face in his arms and began to sob heavily. ”Oh… G-g-g-g-great Ca-ca-ca-cack-ca-cacklet-t-t-ta! Wh-wh-why di-di-did y-y-ou ha-have le-le-leeehee-eaving m-m-m-me?!?!?!” It had been five years since her death, and he estimated that he was at least fifteen by this point (in reality he was twelve), but he never had gotten over the death of his surrogate mother. After several minutes of crying, Fawful turned his dry and itchy eyes skywards to stare at the stars high above his head, shining bright. Gazing at the stars, Fawful felt a slow calming effect come over his body, and he began to feel drowsy and his eyelids became heavy. Unable to stave off slumber any longer, Fawful’s head dropped to the ground and his vision became dark and blurry. ‘O Great Cackletta… Why do you make haunting like the Gangsta Specter of Defeat over your poor toady? Do you have… shame...... of……… me…………?’
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 13, 2008 16:21:08 GMT -5
Mercenary Group
Name: Fawful Legendary Item: Headgear *Soon* Transport: Fawful's Ship *Soon*
Base: Fawful's Sewers
[Reps: Popple, Patsy][Reserving the rights to Cackletta]
Base:- Fawful's Sewers (Under Peach's Castle) Civilians:- 1200 Coins:- 2000
Hired By:- Pennington Current Job:- Patron Current Pay:- 100 Coins per OOG Day
Troops:- 15 Robo-Peasleys (Uber Weaponry Unit) 15 Robo-Queen Beans (Uber Strength Unit) 15 Robo-Popples (Uber Thieving Unit) 15 Robo-Fawfuls (Uber Ranged Unit) 15 Robo-Cacklettas (Uber Magic Unit)
Projects:- Forge Badges:- 22 Days Tailor Super Fawful Suit:- 22 Days Add Radar to Headgear:- 12 Days Add Cooling Fans to Fawful's Ship:- 12 Days FuryZAP 3000:- 12 Days
Log: Fawful: I have made much progress in my Quest of searchyness! Also, I have agreed to be paid by a penguin who is having much stupidness and calling me by a name that is not Fawful, but one that fills my eyes with the fog of rage!
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Merloo
SMKW God of the Wars
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Post by Merloo on Apr 13, 2008 16:29:55 GMT -5
So, is the alliance your patron, or is just Pennington?
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 13, 2008 16:30:33 GMT -5
Just Pennington, since he's the one that writes the paychecks.
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SMKW God of the Wars
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Post by Merloo on Apr 13, 2008 16:32:02 GMT -5
Hmm. I should send him 33 coins everyday, to help pay.
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 13, 2008 17:00:14 GMT -5
The following morning, Fawful set sail for the Beanbean Kingdom’s mainland with little difficulty, other than a persistent Oho Jee who kept asking if the grass was hiding under the dirt.
Fawful arrived on the eastern coast of the Beanbean Kingdom, and dragged his raft on land, lest he need to use it again. Fawful made his way towards Castle Town, making every precaution to hide himself from the view of anyone any thing, and eliminating anyone that did.
That Sworm popped up in the wrong place at the wrong time…
At last, Fawful finally made his way into the Town…www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/gba/ML_HOO2.mid“Eeya ha ha! Soon, salty snacky victory will belong to Fawful! But first, I must be making sureness of the safety of the surroundings that have being around me! Hm… People of the town are pacing back in forth like characters that are not able to be played… men of oldness are emptying their bladder sacks behind a bush near Starbeans… Guards of dumbness are not being seen… music of Hoohoo Mountain Town is being played in a place of incorrectness… THE TIME TO STRIKE IS NOW!” Fawful shouted as he jumped out of a bush - which happened to be the same one E. Gadd was using, to his great surprise – and charged towards the Castle gate, with no one taking any notice. “Looks like one of the Peas had too much Teehee Blend again…” One resident observed while facing a wall. Fawful charged all the way to the grand entrance of the Castle, then hid behind a suit of armor and waited a moment, inspecting the hallway and listening for any signs of activity. Fawful’s mind began to wander to times long past as he recalled how he needed to act in a similar manner when he and Cackletta infiltrated the Castle just five years prior. “O Great Cackletta…” a tiny voice peeped from behind a suit of armor to a devilish-looking Lady Lima. “I am having much apologies, but I am having desperate needing of the room which allows rest!”
The Lady Lima leaned back on the wall and inconspicuously scolded the voice in a quiet, yet fierce tone. “Silence, Fawful! This is what all my years of planning has amounted for, and I can’t allow it to be spoiled because my assistant couldn’t hold it in for five minutes! I know you’re young, Fawful, but you need to learn to be patient! Patience is one of the most valuable traits you can ever hope to acquire!”
The suit of armor began to shake slightly, as the voice called back even more desperately, “But O Great Cackletta, it was under my standing that when one is requiring to go, then that one is indeed having the need to go!”
Sighing, Lady Lima reached behind the armor and hid a small creature behind her robe, as the two headed down the hallway towards the Men’s Room.
”Why they have public toilets in a Castle is completely beyond me…” Lady Lima mumbled as she strolled down the corridor.Shaking it off and returning to the task at hand, Fawful began to head towards the chamber where the Beanstar is held, still stopping to check for any disturbances. After half an hour, he began to near the Beanstar’s holding place, when… www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/gba/MLSSPopple.mid“RUN, ROOKIE! RUN!” A purple and grey garbed figure shouted as he whizzed by the surprised Fawful, knocking him aside as a small green creature hurriedly darted after him. The two headed down a hallway leading to the exit, only to be met by a platoon Palace Guards blocking their escape. The two about-faced, and ungracefully scrambled back towards Fawful to head for another hallway, which again was barricaded by green, grinning guards. They again started to make their way for the same hallway they originally came from, only to have an even larger wave of Guards headed by Prince Peasley himself meet cut them off. The two stood surrounded, eyeing their pursuers, one with anger and the other with panic. “Boo! Boo, see? Well, you may think that you’re tough stuff, drips, but no one ever catches Popple, Shadow Thief! We stole this fair and square, and you can bet we ain’t never givin’ it back see?” “Return the Beanstar at once, and perhaps we shall relieve you of some of your punishment!” The Prince nobly demanded. Popple immaturely stuck out his tongue and pulled out the sacred treasure, the glistening Beanstar, still slumbering. ”Hold on tight, Rookie!” Popple cried as his accomplice jumped onto the Beanstar, then contemplated how he was supposed to hold on without any arms to speak of. Popple quickly jumped on and began kicking the Beanstar like a horse, shouting. “Alright, giddyup, see? Come on! Get the lead out! We gotta scram, see? Now move it!” Everyone looked on in horror as the Beanstar floated gracefully into the air for a moment before turning a deep red color and shooting high into the air, with the two thieves on top of it. ”Wow… So, it just takes us to safety now?” Rookie inquired. ”Eh… Not exactly…” Popple replied nervously. Before anything else could be said, the Beanstar suddenly exploded into four pieces, sending the two thieves screaming as they hurdled towards the dense Chucklehuck Forest. Fawful jumped out from his hiding spot and began to scream at the hole in the ceiling that the criminals created in their getaway “FINK-RATS OF STINKY UGLINESS! YOU ARE TOO STUPID TO HAVE CREATION OF A PLAN THAT IS BRILLIANT SO YOU ARE TO BE STEALING LIKE A RACOON OF FLEA-RIDDENNESS THAT IS THE THIEF OF MINDS AND TAKING FAWFUL’S BRILLIANT PLAN TO BE STEALING THE BEANSTAR SO HE MAY HAVE RULING OF THE WORLD OF SPIT IN THE NAME OF THE GREAT CACKLETTA WHOM HE HAS SERVING EVEN AFTER SHE IS HAVING THE DEATH!” Fawful shouted, and then kneeled over panting, after tiring himself after his attention-grabbing rant. ”Well, I understood the incriminating parts of that, did you men?” A voice inquired and Fawful snapped to attention to see the plethora of Castle Guards surrounding him, with the smug Prince Peasley floating on his Flying Bean a few feet above them. “Men! That is the follower of the witch Cackletta, the sworn enemy of our fair land!” Peasley cried, unsheathing his sword. With a battle cry from the Palace Guards and a fearful cry from Fawful, the armored troops dove towards the toady… …Only to fall a few inches short all around him. Opening his eyes, Fawful noticed this as Prince Peasley fumed, and quickly took advantage of the situation and fled for his life. www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/ds/MLFTPanique.mid“AFTER HIM YOU INGRATES! HE MUST BE BROUGHT TO JUSTICE! Get up! GET UP!” girstooge.ytmnd.com/”Whoopwhoopwhoopwhoopwhoopwhoop!” Fawul cried out as he frantically ran from the Castle and the thousands of Guards chasing after him.
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 14, 2008 15:59:10 GMT -5
Mercenary Group
Name: Fawful Legendary Item: Headgear *Soon* Transport: Fawful's Ship *Soon*
Base: Fawful's Sewers
[Reps: Popple, Patsy][Reserving the rights to Cackletta]
Base:- Fawful's Sewers (Under Peach's Castle) Civilians:- 1300 Coins:- 2500
Hired By:- Pennington Current Job:- Patron Current Pay:- 100 Coins per OOG Day
Troops:- 20 Robo-Peasleys (Uber Weaponry Unit) 20 Robo-Queen Beans (Uber Strength Unit) 20 Robo-Popples (Uber Thieving Unit) 20 Robo-Fawfuls (Uber Ranged Unit) 20 Robo-Cacklettas (Uber Magic Unit)
Projects:- Forge Badges:- 18 Days Tailor Super Fawful Suit:- 18 Days Add Radar to Headgear:- 8 Days Add Cooling Fans to Fawful's Ship:- 8 Days FuryZAP 3000:- 8 Days
Log: Fawful: *Questing*
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 14, 2008 16:29:33 GMT -5
After a long chase, involving much quick thinking and many false mustaches, Fawful was successful in escaping the pursuit of Castle Guards.
Finding the cave that the Hammer Bros. once occupied to practice advanced hammer forging techniques, Fawful decided to make himself welcome and stay for the night and begin his search for the Beanstar the following morning…
“Fururu… Miserable stink men of silver and green! Because of the interruptions by them who are stupids, I am not having the ableness to be finding the location of the Beanstar pieces!” Fawful shouted as he pounded his forehead against the cave wall. Thinking that he may be able to get an early start on the search if the coast was clear, Fawful slowly reached his head out of the cave and looked around for any sign of the Guards.
Fawful’s mouth curled into a snarl, as he glanced upwards to see Prince Peasley flying high above his head, scanning the ground below for either the escaped toady or any signs of the Beanstar. Pulling his head back into the cave, Fawful crossed his arms and grumpily fell to the ground in a squat, miserable with his current condition. “Filthy fink-rats… If only the Great Cackletta was having being here… We never had needing to be hiding in a cave like a mouse that is easily eaten by the cat that I hate! But just be having waiting… Soon, the cat that is stupid and greedy will be eating not the mouse that is Fawful, but the mouse’s mustards of DOOM!” On the last ‘Doom’, Fawful pumped his arms into the air for dramatic effect and held them for a moment.
After a few seconds, Fawful dropped his arms down and held his head in his hands, a pensive look on his face. “Now… where do the pieces of the Beanstar have being?”
Thinking for a moment, Fawful recalled how he was able to catch a slight glimpse of the Beanstar pieces breaking off and flying through the air. His face lighting up with eager delight, he hurriedly ran outside and grabbed a rock off the ground before returning to his cave. Using the rock like chalk, Fawful began to write on the walls of the cave, marking all sorts of random numbers and complicated formulas, mumbling to himself every so often as he worked rapidly without any great effort.
“…so, if the speed and the direction of moving of the wind… fururu… acceleration… initial force… resisting of the air… force of… mm… YES! I AM HAVING IT!” Fawful laughed triumphantly as he began to draw up a crude map of the Beanbean Kingdom and circled four points on the map.
“I am being of such great brilliance, I am having the amazing of even myself who is stupefied!” Fawful took only a moment to memorize the locations, before hurriedly scratching out every last marking off the cave wall into an unintelligible mess of bumpy white lines.
Laughing to himself, Fawful wrote one last marking on the only empty space on the wall before falling back to sleep, laying under his work: I HAVE FURY!
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 15, 2008 19:37:01 GMT -5
Mercenary Group
Name: Fawful Legendary Item: Headgear *Soon* Transport: Fawful's Ship *Soon*
Base: Fawful's Sewers
[Reps: Popple, Patsy][Reserving the rights to Cackletta]
Base:- Fawful's Sewers (Under Peach's Castle) Civilians:- 1400 Coins:- 3000
Hired By:- Pennington Current Job:- Patron Current Pay:- 100 Coins per OOG Day
Troops:- 25 Robo-Peasleys (Uber Weaponry Unit) 25 Robo-Queen Beans (Uber Strength Unit) 25 Robo-Popples (Uber Thieving Unit) 25 Robo-Fawfuls (Uber Ranged Unit) 25 Robo-Cacklettas (Uber Magic Unit)
Projects:- Forge Badges:- 14 Days Tailor Super Fawful Suit:- 14 Days Add Radar to Headgear:- 4 Days Add Cooling Fans to Fawful's Ship:- 4 Days FuryZAP 3000:- 4 Days
Log: Fawful: *Questing*
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 15, 2008 19:39:26 GMT -5
*Note: This update isn’t as funny unless you imagine Harhall with a gay Latino-hairdresser kind of accent. You know the kind.*
Fawful woke up early the next morning and immediately headed towards his first destination: a small studio in the southern region of the Beanbean Kingdom belonging to none other than the famous clothes designer Harhall.
“No, no, no, no, no! I’s ugly, i’s repulsive, get it away from me!” Fawful heard a voice cry as he neared the studio, checking the sign on the tree to confirm his direction.
“But-but- he’s your own so-”
”-OUT!”
A woman dashed by Fawful, carrying a bundle in her arms, bawling her eyes out. Shrugging, Fawful continued to the studio, towards a testy-looking Harhall.
“Be excusing me, but I-“
”WHAT?!”
Fawful jumped back a bit, startled by Harhall’s hostility. “Erm… As I had saying at a time before now, I am having an empty bucket of holding doubt in believing that you are having in your possession of holdingness a piece of the Beanstar! If so, be giving it to Fawful at once so that he may be spreading the mustards of destruction.”
”Unh-unh, no way little man, ‘das not how we play here!” Harhall, retorted, manicured nails on his hips. “If you want somethin’ you gos’to do somethin’ for me first, hun!”
Fawful gritted his teeth as he tried to wipe the fog of fury from his glasses. “It was below my understanding of vastness that you would have relinquishing the thing that will be granting Fawful’s desires upon demanding of it…”
“Nn-nn! Sorry lil’ bean man, but jooz gos’to make me somethin’ dat I can sell in my new clothing line… An’ i’s gos’to be FAAAABULOUUS!” Harhall trilled dramatically.
Pausing to think for a moment, Fawful’s eyes lit up in delight as an idea struck him.
“You are having much luck, and much effeminacy! For I, Fawful, am having a costume that is full of amazing!”
“Well, le’s see it ‘den! Com’ on, I don’t gos’ all day…” Harhall tutted as he inspected his nails.
Fawful ripped off his cloak, revealing his – only partially completed - Super Fawful outfit. Harhall stood motionless as Fawful began to make ridiculous poses.
”Are you not having amazedness? I had telling of you that the suit of Fawful’s was amazing, like the reward of the Beanystar that you will now have giving to Fawful!”
“…O’ mah God… Das… ‘s da single… mohst…”
”Yessssss? You are having much impressment?” Fawful inquired eagerly.
Rather than saying anything, Harhall took out a tank of gasoline and drenched himself in it, before striking a match across his face, causing his entire body to combust.
Fawful stood still for a few moments, still in a bizarre pose. “Ever of the what…” Fawful said to himself. “I am having supposing that some people are unable to be handling pure beauty!”
Fawful walked off towards the tree that held the cage with the Beanstar piece in it and waited as the flames consumed the branch and the cage fell to the ground and the door swung open. Fawful excitedly opened the door and grabbed the Beanstar piece, holding it aloft over his head with great pride.
[glow=green,2,300]GET!!! BEANSTAR PIECE!!![/glow]
“What is that being? Reveal yourself or be facing my wrath!” Fawful glanced around, feeling paranoid for a few seconds, before shrugging off the mysterious voice and walked away from Harhall’s Studio, which at this point had been completely ravaged by flames.
After a small bit, he saw the woman from before sitting on an elevated shrub, still crying, when she looked up at Fawful as he walked past her. Immediately, her sorrow was replaced by repulsion and disgust, as she covered her child’s eyes.
“For heaven’s sake! Put some pants on!” The woman stormed off, forgetting her child on the shrub to be dragged underground by a Sworm, to leave Fawful to look down and remember that he had only completed progress on the top half of his suit… while everything below his stomach had yet to be worked on.
”I am having much confusement… I was being under the impression that Harhall was preferring the CENSORED FOR BLATANT PENIS JOKE!…” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ YUS! FIRST GET!!! OF THE NEW WARS!!!
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Post by vidguysteve on Apr 16, 2008 20:47:35 GMT -5
Mercenary Group
Name: Fawful Legendary Item: Headgear *Soon* Transport: Fawful's Ship *Soon*
Base: Fawful's Sewers
[Reps: Popple, Patsy][Reserving the rights to Cackletta]
Base:- Fawful's Sewers (Under Peach's Castle) Civilians:- 1500 Coins:- 3500
Hired By:- Pennington Current Job:- Patron Current Pay:- 100 Coins per OOG Day
Troops:- 30 Robo-Peasleys (Uber Weaponry Unit) 30 Robo-Queen Beans (Uber Strength Unit) 30 Robo-Popples (Uber Thieving Unit) 30 Robo-Fawfuls (Uber Ranged Unit) 30 Robo-Cacklettas (Uber Magic Unit)
Projects:- Forge Badges:- 10 Days Tailor Super Fawful Suit:- 10 Days Mustards of DOOM!:- 30 Days (Powerup for Fawful) Bean Power:- 40 Days (Troops are powered by Beans; EMP Proof) Open Fawful's Garage:- 60 Days (Extra project slot solely for the purpose of altering other people's WMs)
Completed Projects:- Add Radar to Headgear Add Cooling Fans to Fawful's Ship FuryZAP 3000
Log: Fawful: I have made completion on my adjustments to my Headgear and Ship... which I am not having at the moment... *blasts Logbook entry with FuryZAP 3000*
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